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head-empty-only-sunshine · 2 years

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DJ's Got Them Falling In Love

Ch 1: The Sound Check

A/N: Not gonna lie I spent an hour staring at it deciding if I wanted to use they/them so much for myself. I'll stick with it for now. Anyway scroll on by this is selfship bullshit uwu. You're welcome to read me as a y/n as well tho. If you share any of my personality traits you'll have a blast with this one.

Description: Cin thinks their sound check is being done completely alone. They are not, in fact alone. This is their first time meeting the DJ in his new upgraded form, and boy are they impressed.

Pairing: S/I X DJMM

Word Count: 1854

[Index]

Song of Reference: Propaganda - Starcadian

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There was never supposed to be two DJs, but that ain’t how things ended up now, is it? They were just supposed to be audio tech, but when unexpected upgrades took up the schedule, so did their propositions. Cin, or better known to the public as “DJ Talkbox” was the new star of the west arcade after hours, and the hero behind any sound malfunctions backstage. They covered for the original DJ until his new upgrade was fully done, and in turn, ended up with their own late night shows for adult audiences. It was a hit, resulting in the permanent position. They were essentially a double duty DJ for a good four months. Little did they know, they’d be meeting their business partner in crime a lot sooner than expected.

Upgrades on DJ Music Man were recently completed after months of trial and error. Management had stated that Cin and him would be formally introduced soon to team up for shows together now that he was in working order. It was by popular demand of the crowd, so they agreed excitedly, deeply interested in this new upgrade that the DJ had received. Plus, who doesn’t want someone to jam out with? No exact date was given though, so they had to just wait and see to meet him, running with the old memory of his large, spider-like appearance.

In the meantime, they had other things to do, like fix the ever ongoing sound issues that occurred across the Pizzaplex. The west arcade was infamous for malfunctions, probably from how viciously they played when on stage. Good thing they were certified to fix their own mistakes, even if it was a grueling, boring task.

Typical of their nature, Cin grumbled and whined about the loose wires and screwy programming the entire time they were fixing it, wondering how exactly this happened every month. Using their built-in chip on the back of their neck, they ran wireless diagnostics on the whole stage to seek out the fried wires and dysfunctional speakers, locating them all with the aid of nano tech in contacts. It definitely made the job easier, that’s for sure.

“Why in the fuck does the audio keep cutting out?” They grumbled to themselves.

All the fried connections had been repaired. It was a true mystery as to why the audio playing on the turntables kept getting choppy. It had been hours of enhancing and repairing, so they were getting pretty frustrated by now. With a groan of disappointment, Cin kicked at the base of one of the mixing stands. It was a gesture of frustration unintended to bring forth a solution, but to their surprise, a solution did come. The track that was playing in the background skipped a little before steadying out, all audio glitches gone. They stood there in bewilderment, staring at the stand with wide eyes and a disappointed expression.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” They sighed. “Percussive maintenance comes in hand again, huh?”

Not quite the outcome they expected, but greatly appreciated. The issue was fixed, and that’s what mattered. Cin paced back over to the main turntables and turned up the volume, listening carefully for any further hiccups in the audio. When they confirmed that there were none, a little grin spread on their face.

“I think it’s time for a stress test. How much pressure can these speakers take before they crack again? Shouldn’t happen at all with the new shit I just put in.” Cin mused to themselves, cranking up the volume a little higher.

Now the stage was really rumbling. They purposefully started to crank up the bass levels beyond the standard level, pushing the volume even higher. They switched the track over to one of their favourite songs for the sound check, but admittedly, got a little carried away. That always happened with them though. Music had always been Cin’s heart and soul, so wherever they went, booming bass followed.

It was almost a performance at this point. Cin dimmed the lights, turned on some of the neon strips, and got way too into the groove of things. They treated this sound check like a full blown show, rattling the stage beneath their feet with every beat. Luckily the arcade was empty today, so there was room to go too far with the tests and not worry about damaging anyone’s hearing. Bless maintenance days and the low traffic of a Sunday. They had a grin spread wide as they jammed on, not a single fault in any of the tech as they played. It was wondrous, and lasted through the far too high levels of bass thanks to the additional transistors meant for boosting the weak signal problem. Even their built-in vocoder responded without any delay at all. Mission: success.

When they were satisfied with the results and their little performance to an empty room was over, they sighed with satisfaction, happy that everything was back in working order. Well, this was what they thought was an empty room. There was one unexpected audience member, discovered by means of clapping that shouldn’t have been there. Cin jumped and nearly shit themselves when the booming clap echoed through the arcade, followed by the word ‘nice’ in a drawn out deep voice.

“Who in the sweet fuck is in here?!” Cin questioned out loud, looking around frantically.

“Look up.”

Cin did exactly that and looked up above themselves and into the grand tunnel that sat above the stage. It was one of many, and inside this one specifically, was a very large four armed man. A certain Music Man, to be exact. No other animatronic was that size, nor wore those glasses. At least the most identifiable features were kept.

“Oh wow.” Cin muttered, leaning back against the turntables.

The animatronic snorted in an incredibly human way and chuckled as he backed up inside the tunnel, re-emerging through the one on the stage. He sat himself neatly before Cin, towering over them while leaning on his fists, the other set of hands on his hips. He was every bit of twenty feet tall and a spectacle Cin stared down with raw interest.

“Sorry to have scared you like that~” He spoke more gently, not wanting his booming voice to knock them over.

“Correction: startle. I am far too intrigued by you to be scared.” They replied, still in awe. “So you’re the DJ Music Man huh?”

“Call me DJ. Formalities are for suckers, DJ Talk Box.” He grinned.

“Ooo, sticking your nose in my file eh~? Did the sass come with the upgrade?” They shot back.

“Since they gave me a voice box, yes, actually!” He laughed. “I’m happy to call you Cin though, so don’t worry. Though I must ask, I noticed in your file you use she or they. Got a preference?”

“Sassy and respectful. Use whichever one you’re feelin. I don’t mind either way.” They replied. “But I gotta say, I get why this upgrade of yours took so long. I mean, well, you’re huge. Is movement easier with a more human looking body like that?”

“At this size, the tunnels are still my only option. But, the real reason why the upgrade took so long is backstage. I have a second model about seven feet tall.”

“You do?! Can I see?” Cin asked excitedly.

“Of course~! It was made so I could more easily perform with you, after all.”

This was exciting news to them indeed. No one told them he had two casings. While the DJ backed up into the tunnel again, Cin followed after him with an excited bounce in their step. Instead of going up to other tunnels, DJ went back all the way to the backstage area where spare amps, speakers, and other miscellaneous things to replace something if it was broken were stored back there, but by far the most impressive thing to see was new. Said new thing was a massive dock mostly shrouded by a curtain, assumed to be where he slept. They stood there in awe and watched though, allowing the situation to explain itself.

Dj disappeared for a moment, and a surprisingly gentle whirring sound could be heard. Moments later, a much smaller, but still huge DJ walked out from behind the curtain. He was a more comfy size, looking exactly the same as that massive twenty food model. He approached them in this form, finally snapping them out of their thousand yard stare.

“That is the coolest shit I’ve ever seen. Oh my god. You’re still incredibly tall though.” They remarked, stepping closer to him. “So this is for…”

“Helping around, easier movement, meet n greets, and doing shows with you~” He elaborated.

“Ooo, cheeky aren’t ya~?” Cin huffed. “This is much more workable though I will agree. I can share a stage with you easier. I like it. That transfer was pretty seamless too!”

“That’s why the upgrade took so long. Apparently transferring sentience is a lot more difficult than they originally anticipated, but it smoothed out pretty quickly.” DJ nodded.

“How long has this upgrade been done?” They asked.

“About a week.”

“Wow. Fucking rude. They’ve been teasing me about meeting you and here you’ve sat, ready and waiting. How dare they keep you from me!” They wailed dramatically.

“You poor thing!” He laughed. “Well you’ll be happy to know I’ve been looking forward to working with you then. Especially since I’ve now seen the way you mix. I think I’ll like spending my evenings with someone that has that level of love for music~”

“I look forward to doing so as well!”

Cin held out their fist, indicating they wanted a fist bump. DJ happily obliged, but one wasn't enough. They raised a brow and made solid eye contact with his other three hands. After dramatically flicking their eyes from each hand to his glasses, he got the hint and both of them started to snort with laughter, fulfilling the other three implied fist bumps.

“Ah, you’re a fuckin delight~. Now I hate to cut this meeting so short but I still have another sound check to do on the main stage in the Atrium. We will talk again soon though, that much I can assure.” Cin said, admittedly a bit sad they remembered there was still work to be done.

“So soon? Well damn. I’ll have to catch ya later then.” He noted, sounding a little disappointed.

“It’s your turn to complain now.” Cin snorted.

With one more wave Cin excused themselves and ran off back to the main floor, leaving the freshly transferred DJ with a rather sad expression. All four of his arms were crossed, watching over the edge of his glasses as they disappeared. He genuinely missed their company.

Though it was a shame, he thought about how they would finally be able to play together. He had been listening to their shows during brief moments of consciousness, and was admittedly excited to finally see the face behind the music. Cin was interesting to him.

“I cannot wait to work with them.”

#canon x oc #s/i x canon #s/i x djmm #djs in love #dj talk box #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fluff #first meeting

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bonesofapoet · 2 years

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I have a Halloween request!

Yelena and her partner are invited to a Halloween party where she wants to surprise her partner with her costume using this prompt “Please tell me that’s fake blood.”

Ghosts

[ yelena belova x platonic! reader ]

author's note: tysm for requesting + being patient!! 5 months later and i am, in fact, still in the halloween mood. i hope you dont mind i changed your request from romantic to platonic. since yelena is canonically ace and aromantic, i wont be writing for her romantically anymore. friendship requests always welcome tho! implied death / violence if you squint, blood mention

word count: 874

From the window seat in the great room, you could see everything.

Trees, dripping warm russet leaves amongst crimson and golden haloed clusters clung to emptying branches for their dear lives before another crisp gust of wind stole them away, sent them soaring through the streets to settle on stoops and balconies, to congregate in drains and on crowded street corners.

Through the natural confetti, city life went on. People frolicked through those very same leaves – some stomped on them carelessly, if one couldn’t hold the magic of autumn in their hands – as they went about their evening in muted neutrals, the vibrant jewel tones and proper costumed attire that screamed October. The contrast was barely noticeable, honestly just another quirk of humanity you had grown used to. You would be among them soon, blending in on the streets – assuming Yelena would be ready to leave anytime soon.

It never bothered you,how she did everything in her own time. You, yourself had learned in your own way what it was like to lose part of your life, your sense of self. To not have the luxury of choices or time or resources for what you needed – wanted– most. Nothing was trivial. Not really.

“How’s it going in ther- oh my god.”

“It’s good, right?”

“It’s, ah -” surprising. Unexpected. Alarming, to a point, actually. “Festive as fuck, that’s for sure.”

Gorgeous leaves? Forgotten. City past the window? Doesn’t exist. Costume party you’re late for? Never heard of it. You, in shock? Maybe a little.

“Come on, close your mouth. Stop floundering like a fish and tell me what you think – I spent hours getting the consistency right.”

Your mouth snaps shut. There’s an audible click when your teeth slam down into each other. A mirror isn’t needed for you to know your eyes are huge: wide as obnoxiously oversize dinner plates, round as the eyes of a certain goddess’s precious owls.

The smile curling around Yelena’s teeth, the grin lighting up her eyes tells you that this is the reaction she was gunning for: you, frozen to the spot, unable to blink, to look away, words not flowing soft and smoothly like honey – but instead disjointed and broken and graceless.

She held her arms out in a pose, completed a slow, flourished twirl. The killer thing, though (pun not intended) -she was covered head to toe in glistening, thick, red blood.

“Well it paid the hell off. You look like you Carrie-d yourself,Yelena,” you finally slid back into coherency as your eyes took in her work, rising to get a closer look at the replica dress from the 1978 Stephen King classic. “No wonder you were so secretive, this is incredible.” A hand drifts up to graze the goo, but considering how fresh it looks. . .you think better of it. “Just, uh – one question.”

“Shoot.” she smooths a section of shimmering pink satin, one of the only sections untouched by the-

“This is fake blood, right?”

The laugh that spilled out was like liquid gold, glittering and shining bright as it settled over your skin. All the comforts of the world had wrapped around you, by the sound she made because of your curiosity. It’s infectious, and soon you’re laughing lightly along with her. You were fairly certain it wasn’t real, the blood, the sickening smell of real gore was nowhere to be found, though. . .

“You thought this was real?” she spits out between breaths. Her face is hidden by all that red, but her eyes are bright with the thrill, and her smile is wide and clear and wholly, completely, happy. “Oh, that’s funny. Didn’t I tell you this was a good recipe? I found one of those videos, you know, with the corn syrup? ‘Real blood.’” she mocks. “Please. That would be too much work.”

“Yeah, yeah, ha ha. You look great, Yelena, really. Everyone loves a good Carrie.” you flash a smile, offer her your arm. Stickiness be damned. You’re just looking forward to sharing a beautiful night with your friend. “Shall we?”

“God, yes.” her arm loops through yours. “I can’t wait to see the looks on people’s faces.” there’s a lilt in her voice as she speaks, a distant look now lived in her eyes.

She’s grateful, Yelena. That she told you about her childhood, and what she could spare of her ‘profession.’ And this day, of all days -

It was hard to shake off the skeletons that rose from their graves, even though they had fallen into blurs and feelings instead of clean cut memories. Time had a flare for doing that, she learned. The art of distorting things over time.

A flash of an orange jack-o-lantern flickering on a front porch, the streak of Natasha running ahead of her, pail of candy hanging from her fingertips-

Night air hit Yelena’s lungs and you were still strong at her side. She matched your grin (this one not quite reaching her eyes), and followed you into the chaos, blooming and crawling with creatures of every kind.

She placed the memories of real blood and bone aside for the night, losing herself in a season where none of it. . . none of it could hurt her tonight.

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x you #yelena belova #kas writes

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maneskinrollercoaster · 3 years

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~ And All That For a Lighter ~

Pairing: Damiano David x Naomi (fictional character)

Word count: 3035

Warnings: none

Summary: Naomi meets Damiano in a café for the first time.

Naomi entered the café all soaked, her cheeks red from running and her hair messy and wet from the rain. It was pouring outside which was the thing she despised the most. Surprisingly tho she felt good. Fresh. She loved walking around Rome in the morning and for the first time in her life she admired this rainy weather. Little drops of water flowed over her cheek. Her life was a big mess and you could say she needed something new.

When a month ago she found her boyfriend cheating with her best friend she felt like her whole life collapsed. That’s when she decided to change something. Start a new life. She started admiring things she’s never liked before, she started dressing differently, she became more confident in her own body. She even started working out which was the most unexpected thing since physical education was her least favorite subject in high school.

Naomi always thought love was the most essential part of everyone’s life, but a sight of Alessandro having fun in their bed with Sofia made her hate love more than anything. She decided to move on and live life completely and only for herself.

- Buongiorno Joey - she said reaching the bartender standing behind the counter.

- Buongiorno piccola, what can I get for you?

- One espresso please, and one brownie - the bartender nodded and started preparing her order.

She decided to sit down since she would probably spend a lot of time working on her laptop and enjoying this rainy morning. The inside of café was warm and welcoming, comfortable couches, puffy pillows and a lot of plants. She visited this café every day for the past two weeks and she found herself enjoying this place maybe even more than her new flat.

Naomi went to sit in the corner on a cozy red couch. She took off her soaked jacket and pulled out her laptop with a couple of notebooks. She was a student of economy and since she had to find herself some more things to do she decided to actually try harder to have a better degree at her college. She wasn’t so fond of the direction she chose but she knew it’s gonna bring her a prosperous life. In fact her favorite thing in the world was art. She started painting when she was 8 years old. Since then she really enjoyed staying all day alone in her room painting everything she could, from beautiful portraits to mesmerizing landscapes. She had a huge talent but she was too afraid to chase her dreams.

When she met Alessandro he quickly bashed her ideas of becoming a professional painter, saying that it’s not something she will build her life on and that she will be only wasting her time. She was mad at him for a couple of days but then she quit her painting dream and chose economy for her main subject.

- Ecco a te, one coffee and one brownie - said Joey bringing her order to the table and putting it right in front of her.

- Grazie mille - Naomi answered and smiled to him.

She took a sip of coffee and smiled. It was delicious. That was another reason why she kept coming back here every day. They made the best coffee she’s ever drunk.

Two hours passed and Naomi was still working on her assignment she was supposed to give in till next Monday. It was about lunch time so she decided she will pack her things in an hour and she will go find a place to eat something. She took the last sip of the coffee and finished her first task when someone pulled her out of her little trans.

- Ah shit! I’m all wet! - she heard someone saying and moment later she saw a guy reaching the bartender.

He was tall and had slightly longer, dark brown hair. She could only see his profile but only that was enough for her to admit that he was really handsome. He was wearing black trousers, black Dr. Martens, white tank top and an oversized black jacket. He looked good and Naomi couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

- Damiano! It’s so good to see you man! - Joey said and shook hands with the new guy.

Damiano. The name really suit him. Naomi didn’t take her eyes off him even once.

- Ciao, ciao, Joey! - his voice was attractive as well. Raspy and deep but really calm.

Naomi didn’t know what was happening. Usually she didn’t pay attention to any guys after Alessandro but he was different. He looked edgy and bold but he seemed nice too. She was staring at him. And not in a polite way. She was literally eyeing him from up and down and she didn’t even realize.

- Give me an espresso man, I’m so tired, I just woke up. Yesterday we had so much fun. Victoria came up with this new idea of the song and we all stayed up late till 4 am trying to figure out how to pull it up together. - Damiano said.

So he’s into music. Nice. Naomi was still staring at him so rudely but she didn’t care at this point. Music is also art - she thought and smiled slightly not letting go of his person.

- Typical you, Dam, you’ve never slept a full night, did you? - Joey said and they both laughed.

- Do you have a lighter maybe? I forgot mine. - Damiano said and started searching his pockets.

- I don’t man, sorry. Let me make your order. Anything else for you?

- No, no that’s all. I’m gonna go search for a lighter and I’ll be back.

He turned around searching for people but at this time the café was empty. Only Naomi sitting in the corner. He started walking towards her. Oh shit, he’s coming here, stop staring, stop staring, stop staring - Naomi thought and looked at her laptop trying to pretend that’s she didn’t just checked him out for 10 minutes straight.

- Scusi, I’m.. - he reached her table and started speaking but stopped when she looked at him. - I’m sorry to interrupt but do you have a lighter maybe? - he said after a second.

- No, I’m sorry. I don’t smoke. - Naomi blushed and smiled lightly.

- Okey, grazie. - he smiled and started walking away.

- But there’s a store at the corner, I think they might have some. - Naomi said

- Grazie, grazie. - he laughed slightly and waved at her.

Naomi went back to her tasks still blushing not knowing why. 15 minutes passed and Damiano entered the café again carrying two bags. He came up to Naomi smiling.

- I uh.. Sorry to interrupt again but.. Do you want to maybe eat lunch with me? I just thought that it’s lunch time and you’re sitting here alone and since you helped me with the lighter.. - he couldn’t stop speaking and Naomi blushed again laughing. He looked a bit nervous.

- Of course, I would love to eat lunch with you. - she said interrupting him.

- I’m Damiano - he said pulling out his hand.

- Naomi - she said and grabbed his hand to shake it but he turned it and kissed the top of her palm.

She felt something weird in her stomach, like butterflies but she pushed them aside and only smiled to him. Damiano sat on the couch opposite Naomi and put two bags on the table.

- I didn’t know what you like, obviously because I don’t know you, yeah very clever Dam, whatever.. - he started speaking and Naomi couldn’t stop but laugh at him loudly

- Don’t worry, I’m not a peaky eater - she said sending him a reassuring smile.

- Alright, well, I ordered pasta with shrimps and some pesto and cherry tomatoes. - he said taking out the box with food from the bag. - I also got you a cherry smoothie but we can switch if you’d like.

- Wow, and that all for a lighter? You really didn’t have to. But thank you so much, I was about to go for lunch anyways. - she said grabbing the box that he handed her.

- Yes well, you’re really beautiful.. I mean, no.. I mean you are beautiful but I just wanted to say that you’re really nice and yeah I don’t know I just thought you might like to eat something.. Not that you look like you’re starving but yeah..

- Heyyy, thank you, really, that’s so nice of you. - she said smiling widely.

Naomi took the first bite of her pasta and it was delicious. She remembered her grandmother cooking shrimps every Saturday and all her family gathering together for a family dinner in the garden. It tasted just the same.

They ate everything and after two hours of talking and laughing and getting to know each other it was time for Joey to close the café. Naomi stood up and packed her things, said goodbye to Joey and together with Damiano they stepped out of the café. It stopped raining and instead there was a full sun and a fresh breeze.

- So what are you gonna do now? - he asked standing in front of her.

- Umm.. I think I’m just gonna go back to my flat, make myself some snacks and watch Netflix till I fall asleep - Naomi laughed.

- Alright well, do you mind if I walk you home? - Damiano asked steeping a bit closer to her.

- Sure, why not, we can take a walk.

That day Damiano walked Naomi to her house and they exchanged numbers, planning to meet again. He kissed her cheek for goodbye and squeezed her hand and Naomi has never felt like that in a long time. She was happy and Damiano, even tho she met him today, made her feel really good. Naomi couldn’t sleep that night still thinking of him and wondering why she felt so different around him.

*3 months later*

- What do you mean you don’t like Star Wars! - Damiano shouted to Naomi while they both walked towards the beach where they were supposed to watch sunset and have a little picnic.

Since the day they met they spent almost every day together. Damiano surprised her with multiple occasions to go out together, either for lunch or dinner or even breakfast when he woke up earlier than usual. He found himself falling for her. In fact he realized he fell for her the day he first laid his eyes on her. He found her funny, spontaneous and really kind and caring. When she told him about her painting dream he was so shocked she gave up, that he argued with her till he convinced her to chase the dream even if she thought it was too late. Naomi really enjoyed his company, he made her feel really happy and safe and most importantly - loved. She knew she developed some feelings and she didn’t want to admit it but at the back of her head she knew she fell in love. He made her laugh and supported her when she was having bad moments. He became her best friend at some point. Both of them were taking things a bit slower tho, they were both afraid, broken-hearted after rough ended relationships.

- I just don’t, I don’t understand how they made so many movies out of such a lame plot. - she said defending herself.

- How can you even say that! The plot is amazing! The space action scenes, come on! - he said offended but smiling.

- Yeah I just don’t see the point of filming it, that’s all.

- I don’t know how Victoria can still be friends with you, we’re both huge fans of Star Wars! You’re lucky I like you - Damiano started laughing and put his arm around Naomi’s shoulders.

She got to meet Victoria, Ethan and Thomas. Bassist, drummer and guitarist of their band Måneskin. Naomi wasn’t really into music so she didn’t really know them and didn’t know they’re pretty known here in Italy. Victoria was the kindest person Naomi could ever see. When her and Damiano stepped into the studio where they were recording, Vic was the first to reach out to her. She hugged her tightly and was clearly really happy to meet her. She then introduced Thomas and Ethan to her. Thomas started joking around that Damiano finally found himself a girlfriend and Ethan was really polite, he kissed Naomi’s hand and hugged her too, smiling really kindly. They were all so nice. They started inviting her over for dinners or just to hang out by the pool. She also listened to them playing and recording their new songs. Damiano told them that she wanted to be a painter and they all started reassuring her even more, that chasing her dream is the best thing for her and that she should never give up. Naomi really felt like she finally found her place.

Naomi and Damiano reached the beach, they put the blanket on the sand, put out all the food from the basket and they sat opposite each other. They were both smiling widely and chatting about everything. They drank some wine, ate some pasta and then they sat next to each other admiring the sunset.

- I really like you, you know? - Damiano said glancing at Naomi. - And I mean, I like you a lot. You’re really an amazing person with so much talent and you’re just so caring and loving. You really make me happy. - he said not taking his eyes off of her.

- Dami.. - Naomi started but she was interrupted.

- What I want to say is.. - he took her hands - I fell in love with you Naomi. I fell for you hard and I’m pretty sure since the day I saw you at that café. I care about you so much and any time with you is my favorite time in the world. So if you want to.. We could try, you know.. Being together, like, in a relationship. - he said in one breathe.

Naomi was speechless, her stomach was squeezing and she felt her cheeks turning red. She never would have though that someone will make her feel like this again. She knew that he cares for her but she didn’t know that he would feel the same way she felt about him.

- Dami.. Of course I do want to try, you make me the happiest, and honestly I didn’t know you feel the same way, that’s why I didn’t say anything. And also because.. - Naomi wanted to tell him about Alessandro but she was scared that Damiano will back off, saying that he will give her time.

- What’s wrong, bella? - he said gently squeezing her hand.

- I was in a relationship before. His name was Alessandro and we met before I started college. We were together for 3 years and everything was going just fine. But then.. One day when I came back home earlier than usual I found him cheating with my best friend, Sofia. Since then I just decided to not get into any relationship and live only for myself because I was too afraid to get hurt again - Naomi said looking down at their intertwined hands.

- Oh bella.. - Damiano pulled her into a tight hug.

He stroked her back and her hair and he was whispering to her ear. A single tear fell down her cheek but not because she was hurt but because of how gentle and caring Damiano was. He hugged her and made her feel better and she couldn’t find herself with anyone else right now than with him. He pulled away, looked into her eyes and smiled slightly.

- I was in a relationship too a while ago. It turned out we didn’t match and our life goals and perspectives were so different that we decided to end things. Maybe it wasn’t as harsh as your breakup but I felt awful for at least a month. I didn’t go out of my room and I lost all will to write music. Victoria brought me food every day but I just didn’t want to eat. But it all passed.. Listen, if you need more time it’s all good, I’ll give you space and I’ll wait till you’re ready.

Naomi was silent for a couple of seconds. In her head there was a battle. She wanted to let go of bad memories and trust Damiano completely, start a relationship with him, but on the other hand she was scared to get hurt again.

- No Dami. I don’t need time, I know what I want and I know how you make me feel and that’s why I want to try. - Naomi said hugging him tightly.

She knew she just overcame her fear and she felt free. Like a huge stone fell off of her heart. She felt amazing and she wanted to live this moment as long as she could. Damiano pulled away and cupped her cheek with his hand. He pulled her closer and she could feel his breath on her face. Slowly, but slightly Damiano leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. Naomi touched his cheek and pulled him even closer. And then they both intertwined their lips in a gentle, yet passionate kiss.

Naomi felt her stomach squeezing when Damiano put his hand on her back. It was their first kiss and the sunset was almost turning into the night. They pulled away after seconds and smiled widely at each other.

- I promise, I’ll always take care of you. - Damiano said leaning his forehead against hers.

- Always. - Naomi said grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers together.

That’s when they both knew that they found soulmates in each other.

#damiano david #ethan torchio #i wanna be your slave #italy #maneskin #måneskin #thomas raggi #victoria de angelis #zitti e buoni #torna a casa #vent'anni #vocalist #guitarist #bassist #drummer #fanfic #damiano david fanfiction #one shot #damiano david one shot

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katsulia · 4 years

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He offends you - part2

featuring : Atsumu, Kageyama

TW : angst, weight insecurity

You can find part 1 here

a/n : sorry for the long wait ! requests are still open

Atsumu

Not surprisingly Atsumu had got up early the next morning without any particular attention for you. Your state of mind hadn't improved and you had no motivation, so you spent the whole morning on the couch without paying attention to the TV programs. As if that wasn't enough, a message from Osamu came to remind you of the evening before.

Osamu

How are the Onigiris I had added some that aren't on the market yet, and I would have liked your opinion? (Atsumu's is still shitty)

In front of the little enthusiasm of Atsumu you hadn't had the spirit to eat what his twin had prepared. At least it will avoid making lunch and that's good because it was the last thing you wanted to do.

You

Sorry Osamu! We didn't have the pleasure of tasting them, he was too tired! I'll give you my best opinion in a little while

Osamu

Never mind, let's do it at his next game! I've got a booth, and I could pick you up! Can't wait to see you, (not him tho) !

The match or the only thing that Atsumu was preoccupied with at the moment but that had slipped your mind. Yet you were the kind of person who never missed his games and always wore his jersey when you went there to be the best of his supporters. Today you weren't even sure you wanted to go, or even if you were welcome. If he considered you too clingy and preferred to avoid you, he probably didn't want to have to face you there. Volleyball is what he loves above all else, there was no point in tainting his bubble of happiness and it's better to let him enjoy it with his teammates. Just the thought of it made your heart tighten in your chest. Because what you loved most about him was seeing him happy on the field. If giving him space made him better able to handle your relationship then so be it.

Atsumu came home earlier than the day before, he knew that there was no point in staying late when the game was tomorrow. Once again he threw his gym bag into the hallway before heading to the bathroom. You hadn't reacted, you had to stay back, that's what he wanted. However, when he came back into the living room, his hair still wet and only in his underpants, he sat down next to you on the sofa.

"The bastard Samu didn't stop pissing me off because I didn't give us a shot at his latest recipes. Should we do it tonight and tell him how bad it is? "His way of talking was so caustic with that notorious smirk on his face. You just nodded your head without much effort. He frowned at your reaction, or rather your lack of reaction.

"Bad day? "His question was sincere, but the truth is that it was a pretty bad evening, bad night and bad day because of him and he didn't seem to realize it. He was staring at you a little worried while your eyes avoided his, preferring the weather report.

"Yo babe you can tell me everything, I can't risk my lucky charm being in a bad mood tomorrow. "His tone was still playful but that didn't make you want to talk to him either, which made him want to get close to you and put his arms around your waist.

"STOP! Let go of me." Your sudden outburst caught him by surprise and he let you get away from him. But the little voice in your head was just reminding you that only yesterday you were cligny in his eyes even though inside your heart was beating faster just at the sensation of that little touch.

"What's up? Seriously, tell me what's wrong?" He was completely genuine and had given up being a tease. Reluctantly he kept his hands to himself so he wouldn't offend you any more.

"I'm a cligny and that's why you just ignored me. I promise I just wanted you to relax because you're stressed out. I don't want it to happen again so... just... uh... it's fine. "Your eyes were beaming and tears were threatening to run down. This vision was heartbreaking for Atsumu who remained silent for a long time not knowing what to do. Cligny? Oh no, he could spend days hugging you. But it all came back to him. The bath left behind, the onigiris abandoned and lying far away from you in bed. It was all his fault. A wave of guilt suddenly gnawed at him.

"I'm sorry baby. You're not cligny at all. I'm just an asshole, okay? Like, you don't deserve this at all. And you're way too good for me, I'm really sorry. I was stressed out and I made you feel like you didn't deserve my attention. "His voice for once wasn't serene, but he felt really bad. He ventured out again and tried to take you gently in his arms, and to his delight you let him.

"I am truly sorry. What I suggest we eat these famous Onigiri ? And then go to bed with each other. And tomorrow after my game, we can do whatever you want. I'll even book a day at your favorite spa, okay? That's what you deserve. I'll even stay home all week just for cuddles. "He spoke softly as he stroked your hair. You knew he was sincere and that's why you didn't answer and kept your eyes closed enjoying the pleasant feeling of his fingers on your scalp.

And as he had promised, he respected everything he had said, becoming a bit too cligny himself.

Kageyama

When you went to bed you locked yourself in the bathroom to put on your clothes to sleep. Something you never usually did, as you were never ashamed to change in front of Kageyama. He didn't really pay much attention to it, but you preferred that he avoided seeing you so vulnerable for fear that his eyes would look a little too much at the places where he didn't like your body. You waited behind the door until the light was finally turned off to go back to your room, not letting him see what was hidden under your pyjamas. You slipped into the sheets quickly while putting as much distance between you and him as possible, which would prevent him from feeling you and being repulsed by your heavy body. This too wasn't your usual behaviour, you always snuggled up to him, saying that his body was working like a permanent heater. But once again Kageyama was a little dense.

Even more surprisingly, you got up before him so that he wouldn't see you get changed and you opted for large jogging pants and a big sweater. He finally woke up and was quite stunned to see you already up and focused on your phone but didn't make any remarks. There are days like that he thought. He invited you to join him for breakfast, but to his dismay you had already had it, or at least that's what you said. The internet articles on how to lose weight and body fat were much more important and a bowl of chocolate cereal was not going to help you. When he was done he sat on the couch with you. He just wanted to enjoy the weekend with you and judging by the outfit you looked like you wanted to stay home and chill, which he didn't mind. However, you didn't lift your head off your phone and pay him any attention.

"What are you doing on your phone? "He was always so straightforward, but his curiosity itched him not understanding how you could stay away from him.

"Nothing special..." But once again your eyes stayed focused on the screen of your phone and he couldn't help but look over your shoulder. Sports programs? Why were you looking into that? He already had a coach and a whole team of nutritionists and you really didn't need to worry about him.

"Y/N you don't have to..." His life choices didn't have to affect your daily life, no matter if he had to incorporate animal proteins at lunch and fruity smoothies in the morning you didn't have to endure it. Still in your head, you did. You needed to lose weight, to build up your body. You were on two different wavelengths. He didn't push the subject any further, knowing full well that he wouldn't let you do it at the table, and he opted to put his head on your lap and let his hand caress your thighs. Immediately you took his hand off your thighs and tried to push his head away. He couldn't and shouldn't feel what was under your jogging pants.

Kageyama was more than startled. Had he done something wrong? This sudden reaction from you was unexpected and he couldn't understand why.

"Is my head too heavy for your laps? "How ironic was it, heavy was he? Whereas yesterday it was you. The words were stuck in your throat and your breathing accelerated; you were in a state of panic and didn't know what to say or how to get out of this humiliating situation. You would do anything to forget what Kageyama had said the day before when he didn't seem to remember at all. You know that he was often clueless but right away it only made you feel worse. His gaze was still fixed on you looking for the source of your discomfort in order to understand what was wrong with you. He was lost and was not used to all this, which increased his stress level. His exterior was almost imperceptible, except for the fact that his eyes were frantically scanning your body from top to bottom. It was worse, you felt embarrassed and naked under his blue pupils but still didn't dare to say anything. Inside his mind was only stirring to try to understand what was going on and already he felt guilty for not being able to assess the problem and help you. Finally the first tears came to your cheeks, which only made you feel more embarrassed, but he couldn't stay silent.

"Did I hurt you? " The tone of his voice indicated hesitation and a severe lack of confidence. He wanted to help you but felt powerless and hated himself for it. Every time you were there for him when he came back from defeat or frustration and the one time you needed him he was of no use.

"Uh... no." You, on the other hand, hated yourself for being so weak and sensitive. You had nothing to prove to him and crying for so little seemed totally stupid. Yet you couldn't help the fact that it was him and that he was always so clueless really did put a strain on your chest. Kageyama gulped down his saliva with difficulty still not knowing what to do. All of a sudden you started talking again.

"I just don't understand. If you don't like the way I am, why do you stay with me? I know you can date any girl with an athletic body like yours. "Your eyes were empty and tears kept coming out which made your voice even weaker. He still didn't understand, where did all these ideas come from? "I know I don't look like them, but you could have said long before that my body was too big for your. That's why I want to do some sport, so that you don't think I'm heavy when I lie down with you. »

And that's when he realized... He was definitely the worst boyfriend in the world: his lack of communication and his inability to express his feelings well was problematic, but he had taken it to another level. This time it was his words that hurt. He would accept a defeat at the hands of Hinata rather than this, knowing that he was the one causing the pain of his favorite person was terrible. But certainly not as awful as what you're dealing with right now, and the insecurity that it brought you.

"You're perfect. I... I think you're perfect like that. And there's nothing to change. I'm... I'm sorry. I don't think you have to change your body or your weight at all. What I said yesterday was totally inappropriate. I wasn't expecting you to join me. I was focused on my game. And I know that's no excuse! Not a valid argument at all! Just please don't listen to my nonsense. I'm the worst at it. "He couldn't find the right words to express how guilty he felt and to be able to comfort you as you did so well when it came to him. Your head rose up to face him. For a long minute you stared at each other without either of you knowing what to say. And when you cracked a tiny smile Kageyama felt himself revived and meticulously he moved closer to you, taking your hand with his thumb stroking it.

"I am the worst. "And he rushed straight into your arms, his head in the crook of your neck. He liked to feel his body against yours and wouldn't change that for anything in the world. Eventually he detached himself from you and suddenly carried you like a princess.

"Heavy? Says who? Probably some idiot. You're literally perfect. " It was already the third time he used the word 'perfect' and your heart exploded. You also felt the heat rising up to your cheeks almost like the red tint of Kageyama's. There was no need for more words and as he continued to carry you he led you to your room. In his case actions proved more than words and he intended to show you that by first gently removing your sweater. And that's how he put his stamina to the test.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu writing #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x you #atsumu imagines #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x reader #atsumu scenarios #Atsumu Miya x reader #Kageyama x reader #Kageyama x you #kageyama imagines #Kageyama Tobio x reader

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aquagirl1978 · 3 years

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Welcome back for week three of our review of Antares Fairchild. This set was a hot one, certainly the steamiest one so far. Let's get started!

#1 - Favorite line in set

aliboo: Sometimes, you hit a point in your life where you realize the only explanation for your choices is "it seemed like a good idea at the time." - Relatable, MC.

aqua: "I was planning on seducing you, actually." - I don't think anyone was expecting *that*!

violet: "If you value your life, be somewhere else."

#2 - Favorite scene/moment

aliboo: Let Antares seduce you (first heart scene in the set). How very dare he do THAT! Very Hot scene piling on the sexual tension, and was just.. unexpected. But with his ego, it wasn't out of place either!

aqua: MC telling Antares she was in his room to seduce him, his reaction and everything after - so hot! He doesn't even touch her - I can't wait to see the sparks fly when he finally does touch her.

violet: When she ran back into the building to see if he was ok. Putting all their banter and one-up manship aside, her immediate instinct was to check on him. I loved that as it speaks to so much of what is going on underneath the surface.

#3 - Did you buy hearts? Which scene(s)? Worth it?

aliboo: I got all of them. As always, they were all worth it. I have to say the first heart scene was my fav for obvious reasons, which is that no one is immune to Antares' seduction.

aqua: Of course I bought all of them! The cg is paywalled behind the last heart scene, so if you collect the cgs, that's the one to get. They're all really great though. *whispers* The first one tho....

violet: I got all of them and they were truly worth it, but the first one is a masterclass in how to make a scene sexy without the characters even touching.

#4 - Standout character

aliboo: Antares. Alongside 'the only scene I've talked about so far' ("If I set out to seduce you, Ms. Revati... you would be mine." - swoons), my other fav moments were basically anytime he behaved like a little shit, including (1) His antics when they reach Omia - technically not going back on his word, clever. (2) His annoyance and wounded pride at getting caught up in the blast and then whiplash as he waltzes off with Psyri. (3) "If you value your life, be somewhere else." to the spaceport worker. Brutal.

aqua: Antares, always Antares. He's such a dominant presence throughout these sets - he doesn't even need to touch MC to get certain reactions out of her. And he was so brutal this week for not just restraining MC and keeping her on his ship for "three galactic standard hours", but also later when he ran off with Psyri, leaving MC in the dust. I can just see that cape flapping in the wind during all these antics.

violet: Antares for me. When he listens to what MC has to say about her family and why she does the job she does, the respect he showed her in that moment, small as it may have been. I love seeing the cracks in his "Captain Fairchild" persona. Cracks created by the MC, however unwittingly.

#5 - Thoughts on the CG?

aliboo: I love it! I'm still pissed that I thought it was going to be something else though haha.

aqua: I didn't know what to think when I saw the preview, but was quite pleased with the cg. My only issue is - why only one eye? Why???

violet: It was a different angle of the backed up against the wall position we have seen in other CGs and I liked it. It really made you feel his presence.

#6 - Fave screenshot

aliboo:

aqua:

violet:

#7 - Secondary character shining moment.

aliboo: MC - "I was planning on seducing you, actually" - amazing! And her absolute boldness throughout (especially if you play the heart scenes!)

aqua: Let's be real - this is not a route filled with tons of secondary characters. It is very Antares x MC heavy. That said, my vote goes for Psyri for continuing to be a complete mystery to everyone. And for creating that special failsafe. it did lead to the great scene later between our two leads, but did ya have to drop an entire building on Antares?

violet: Keda. She's proven time and again what a good friend she is to MC. And holy hell is she tal.

#8 - Thought on the villain.

aliboo: The Union will be the common enemy and we haven't seen too much of them YET. It was no surprise that they cancelled MCs contract though.

aqua: Becoming clear that the Union will be the villain. Really did not like that officer ending MC's contract like that. Tho now she has no reason not to side with Antares.

violet: The UNION. I happen to agree with a certain grumpy pilot when he says the Union sucks.

#9 - Most OMG scene?

aliboo: Just one? I'll choose the moment they reach Omia and Antares follows his agreement with MC to the letter, meaning that as soon as they were no longer working together, he could do what he wanted - ie. detain her. It was another moment I hadn't predicted, but the OMG scenes after that were less of a shock as I was starting to expect his Little Shit behaviours.

aqua: When Psyri activated her failsafe, and dropped an entire building on Antares. His poor cape didn't quite survive that moment. Rip billowing cape.

violet: When MC says "I was trying to seduce you." I think we all went...wait, WHAT? Girl of all the things you could have said. Although it did lead into that heart scene so I'm not mad at all.

#10 - Any predictions for next week?

aliboo: Urgh, I'm terrible at this! Antares to the rescue! He will rescue MC from her current pickle and find out that she is in much debt, has no contract and no credits to send to her parents. And then he will Hire her.. to be his prisoner / assistant / whatever his latest kink is.

aqua: Whatever his latest kink is? 😂 Hmm...I'm kinda terrible at this too, so I'm sure this is all wrong. The Union figured out MC was still tracking Psyri and have come directly for her. So it's their gunshots aiming at MC. Of course, it would be really amazing if it was the Starship Promise crew popping up - or even just Orion. Speaking of Orion....no direct mention of him this season so far.

violet: She and Antares will join forced against the Union and work together to find the downed ship. And I HOPE there will be more banter. And more shirtless Antares. And more mini CGs of other Antares body parts cause Voltage is feeling generous towards us right now.

#route reviews #lovestruck #starship promise #antares x alien!mc #sp antares #antares fairchild

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artemis-verse · 4 years

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unexpected visitor

summary: You and Yamaguchi planned a surprise for Tsukishima on his birthday. note: time skip! tsukki and yams. this is a fic for the hc i did on long-distance relationship with tsukishima. fem! reader, she/her pronouns.

word count: 1,149 words warnings: none genre: fluff arthie’s note: i’m soo sorry for posting this late (╥﹏╥). i hope you can still enjoy this fic even tho tsukki’s birthday had passed.. nevertheless, i wrote this when i was stressed out haha so i hope it turns out good and that all of you like it too ^^ i got no time to edit a picture of tsukki so i’ll just put a gif of him instead ~ anyways enjoy!! (ﾉ´ з `)ノ ↳ back to main masterlist »»————-　♡　————-«« Yamaguchi hastily searched for the familiar face that he had become acquainted with. The crowds of people coming out of the gate, rushing towards their loved ones with joyful expressions. Throughly scanning the sea of people, he spotted the person he recognized and immediately trotted to her. Warm arms engulfed around his body, all of his worries diminished away as soon as he laid his eyes on her. Pulling apart from their clutch, he smiled at her tenderly. “Welcome, Y/n. Tsukki will be over the moon once he meets you.” She grinned, “I’m glad that I’m finally here.”

⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆ He rolled his eyes in frustration, gazing at the amount of workload he has to complete. It’s exhausting, he’s drained and tired. All he wants to do is go home yet he’s stuck in the office, doing paperworks. Not to mention, he came here straight after volleyball practice when he got the notification from his manager, demanding him to come here urgently. “Oh! You’ve already done a lot! Nice work, Tsukishima-kun.” His co-worker praised, patting his shoulder. Mumbling a thanks, he quickly got back to work, wanting to finish his tasks so that he could get back home and rest. Turns out; work ended on 6PM instead, with his manager dumping more work onto him, blabbering about how tidy and organized the paperworks are when Tsukishima’s the one to do it. Internally cursing at his manager, he packed his things, ready to leave. The skies were fading into dusk as people on their work uniforms scurry onto the train, worried that they’ll miss it. He got inside of the packed train, hugging his bag closely to his chest. Feeling annoyed, he turned up the volume of the song higher to shun out the voices of the busy world. Finally arriving at his stop, he found Yamaguchi waving at him enthusiastically. Tsukishima sauntered over to him, “What are you doing here?” Smiling sheepishly, “I just wanted to pick you up from work!” The glint in his eyes indicates that he’s hiding something from Tsukishima which in turn makes the taller man, stare at him apprehensively. “Okay, thanks.” Was all that Tsukishima said as Yamaguchi lead the way to his car. He kept on rambling about his day while Tsukishima hummed, nodding his head once in awhile to show that he’s paying attention even though weariness clouds his mind. Once in the car, Tsukishima fell asleep, dozing off to the soft melody that came out from the radio. Yamaguchi eyed his friend, feeling quite bummed at the state of Tsukishima. Nevertheless, he mustn’t forget that tomorrow is a special day and someone very dear to Tsukishima is here to cheer him up. 20 minutes later, they arrived at the restaurant that Yamaguchi had made a reservation for the celebration. He shook Tsukishima lightly who fluttered his eyes open sleepily. Coming out of his daze, he glanced at the building around him. “Where are we?” “We’re here to eat, of course! My treat since you’ve had a long day today.” Yamaguchi smiled as Tsukishima thanked him, wiping his glasses away from the fog that misted due to the air conditioning. Entering the restaurant, they made sat down on the regular booth that they’ve always occupied whenever they dine out here. “Did you forgot...?” Was what Yamaguchi asked after they ordered their food. “Forgot what?” He replied, raising a brow. Tiredness still evident in his system as Yamaguchi sighed. “It’s your birthday, Tsukki!” Realization hits him, “Oh.” His head bowed down in embarrassment upon not remembering his own birthday. Yamaguchi chuckled, “That’s okay. You’ve had a tiring day today so I don’t blame you for forgetting it.” Clearing his throat, he gazed around his surroundings, eyes widening when he noticed a familiar figure 3 seats away from them. Shaking his head in denial, he thought to himself. Stop thinking it’s her, you idiot. She’s miles away from you. Yamaguchi saw the gleam in Tsukishima’s stare when he thought it was her— unaware of the person he longed to see is actually hiding in this restaurant. The food arrived and they quickly stuff their mouth, hunger overtaking the tiredness. Relishing on the delicious dishes, they managed to finish all of their meals clean. “Let’s go. I’m stuffed and I’m ready to crash into bed.” Tsukishima said, patting his stomach. Yamaguchi gave him a nervous smile, “Um.. yeah.” That made Tsukishima skeptical of what was going on but he decided to not question it any further due to exhaustion. It wasn’t until she appeared, holding a strawberry shortcake and smiling at him, making his heart flutter. “Happy birthday, Kei.” Scrambling out of his seat, he embraced her after placing the cake down. Tears ran down his face although he wasn’t sure if it’s tears of exasperation or exhilaration. “I’m so happy to finally see you, Kei.” She confessed, making him cried even harder. It was rare of Tsukishima to display his emotions out especially in public however after years of longing to meet the person he loves— he knew it was bound to come out. Yamaguchi grinned happily at the sight of his friends, applauding himself internally on making this surprise successful. He wanted more than anything to see Tsukishima happy. ⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆ After numerous begging from Yamaguchi’s part (Tsukishima refuses to beg so he made Yamaguchi do it instead), she’ll spend the night at his house; that will eventually led to her staying for a longer period than promised. Tsukishima laid his head next to her’s, caressing her hand softly. “I can’t believe you’re really here.” He admitted, feeling as if this is a dream and if he’ll blink, she would disappear. “I can’t believe it either, honestly.” She squeezed his hand. “Remember when we used to make promises to see each other even though we live in different countries?” A wide smile spreads across his face as the memory plays inside his head. “Yeah. What’s even more crazy was the fact that we met on Twitter.” “And now, we’re here.” She beamed at him, staring into his eyes, full of affection and adoration sheen forward. Mimicking her happiness, he stroke her face, feeling his heart swell at the person in front of him. Words could not even describe how ecstatic he is upon finally meeting the love of his life. He still couldn’t believe that she’s really here— warm and loving and real. Oh how, he dreamt of this happen millions of times already. Never would’ve he imagined that he would fall in love with someone; especially being in a long-distance relationship. He pulls her in, kissing her tenderly and soft. Pouring all of his love onto her, never wanting to let go of the person he cherished so much for. This was truly the best birthday he had ever had in his life; he made sure to thank Yamaguchi for making this happen too.

#tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima x you #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima rei x reader #tsukishima fic #tsukishima fanfiction #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! fanfiction #haikyuu!! x y/n #haikyuu!! x you #haikyuu!! x reader #hq tsukishima #hq x you #hq fanfic #haikyuu!! imagines

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ohnomyedge · 3 years

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Hey!! It’s CappuccinoCoco- I only just saw your message on DA so I am dreadfully sorry for the late response. I was so happy to see that I got a message from you, of course I remember you!!! You really helped me out on the platform when I was younger and I’m so glad I could have a friend like you. I’m in good health and am doing well for the most part. quarantine was actually a very welcome break on my end, granted there were many ups and downs. (I’m not sure how to use tumblr lmao so apologies)

Oh, hey, Coco! It's really great to hear from you again! I honestly thought that I wouldn't get a reply, since it's been so long since we've talked. And it's alright, I don't mind the late reply, I'm just glad you got back to me ^^

I'm surprised you remember me at all honestly, and that you even found my tumblr lol. Ah I'm super glad that I helped you!! You really helped me a lot too, I didn't really have a lot of people to talk to back then. I was pretty strange and awkward, so I didn't really know how to talk to people. (I say that as if I'm still not strange and awkward lmao) Thank you for being my friend back then despite that. I'm glad that I could have a friend like you too ^^

It's great to hear that you are doing well! I'm glad that quarantine was a welcome break for you (although I can't really say the same for myself lol) Well, I hope that the downs weren't too bad for you! (It's alright lol, sometimes I struggle to figure this website out too, and I've been using it for over a year now)

You do? It's great to hear that you are still drawing, I do remember loving your art! I think you should start posting stuff again, I'd love to see what you've managed to do with your style! And I think that doing streaming would be great for you! I'm cheering you on with whatever you decide to do! Ah, school's just like that, isn't it? I hope it calms down for you, and that you are doing well in college ^^

Currently, I am doing well, thank you! And thank you for the nice words! I'm super happy with the direction my art has gone, so I'm glad that you like it! Although, I bet the subject matter was a bit unexpected lol. If I told my young DA self that in a couple years they would be completely obsessed with The Once-ler, they would probably be weirded out and wouldn't believe me. I suppose I did always have weird interests tho

Sorry, went off on a tangent there lol. Thank you again for the nice message and complements!

If you wanna keep talking then you can message me here or you I can give you my discord? It's up to you, I'd love to continue to talk and catch up!

#ask #answered #long post #(Coco is an old friend from DeviantArt if you're curious)

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pinkmingi · 4 years

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V.I.P // C. San ~ (m)

Description: A wealthy, rising young star stumbles into your camming liveshow one evening and immediately becomes your highest paying client. Needless to say- that role comes with certain added benefits, including private shows that San has every intention of using to his advantage.

word count: 5.3k

Features: San x Camgirl!Reader, mutual masturbation, cum play (light), edging, being paid for sexual services (i.e. camming) etc.

2:04am. You squinted against the harsh light of your phone screen as it vibrated in your hand.

New Message From:

Choi San- Tier 6

You hated the way your heart skipped a beat, even if just for a moment, when you saw his name flash across the screen. You weren’t exactly surprised, between his work schedule (from what little he’d told you about his work) and the time difference he tended to send his requests at all hours of the night, long after you’d finished your regular liveshow and gone to sleep—yet you always seemed to wake up when he messaged. If just 3 months ago you’d been told that you would be willfully getting out of bed to put on your prettiest set of pink lingerie and reapplying your livestream makeup for a single customer at 2 in the morning—you would’ve never believed them. Then again, 3 months ago there was no such thing as a Tier 6.

*3 months earlier*

“Thank you again to all my beautiful new viewers, I see some of you guys in the chat, don’t be shy say to say hello! I promise there’s no judgement here…” You smiled sweetly, flashing the camera your undeniably charming face that had so many clients coming back to your liveshows on a regular basis—you fulfilled their wildest fantasies and you did it with seemingly no effort.

“I’ve been feeling so restless lately, I don’t know what’s gotten into me—there must be something in the weather here…everything’s making me feel, hmm..needy I guess?” You laughed at the way you spoke so casually in front of an audience of strangers, though many of them were regulars and in that sense seemed less strange to you.

“How’s everyone been feeling lately? Don’t be afraid to open up, I really wanna know.” You smiled as you leaned towards the camera, casually showing off a bit more of your cleavage in the delicate and intricate lace bra that hugged you perfectly. 9.3k viewers, your streams really were growing fast.

Kinkydaddyxx76 (Tier 2) has sent you a donation!

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Justcurious111 (Guest) has sent you a donation!

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You smiled to yourself as you thanked the members by name for their donations, it was about the personal experience for many of them, and as regulars of your streams you’d always found it important that they be recognized and treated with special care—it was one of the reasons that your streams had become so popular so quickly, despite only camming for a little over a year you’d acquired a large and dedicated group of viewers who you always made sure to treat with great care and respect. That was just part of the job.

“I’m gonna be wrapping up the general admission stream soon you guys, but don’t forget if you want extra access to the after party live show you are always welcome—I have 5 tiers of access available for my very special VIP members, the descriptions of each are listed on my profile. I hope to see as many of you there as possible, my members know how much I love an audience.” You winked playfully, adjusting your seat on the perfectly made bed, giving the camera a killer view of your legs and booty shorts as you read through the chat one last time before getting ready to log off. Just as you were getting ready to wrap up, however, a series of notifications appeared in the chat.

ChoiSinForMe has entered your cam room!

ChoiSinForMe has subscribed!

ChoiSinForMe is now a Tier 5 member!

You eyes widened as you read the last message again—Tier 5. You could probably count on 2 hands the number of Tier 5 subscribers that you had, it was a pretty expensive and elite level—and those who did purchase that level of subscription had been watching you since practically the beginning. You’d never seen this account on your streams before, he was completely new and already he’d become one of your highest paying clients. Taken aback, you nearly forgot to thank the new account for subscribing, your hands fidgeting slightly as you tucked a strand of hair nervously behind your ear. Who was this person?

“Uhmm, whoa…this is unexpected, thank you @ChoiSinForMe for becoming my newest member, welcome to the Princess Playroom, I hope you’ll enjoy your time here!” You smiled sweetly, still feeling a bit giddy and on edge at the prospect of the new member messaging you—that was a perk of Tier 5 members, they had the ability to private message you, as well as make special requests that lower tiers were not permitted to make.

You had just finished thanking everyone for coming, turning off the stream and sitting back against the headboard of your bed as you started at the computer monitor in front of you. You couldn’t get the strange new account out of your head…you couldn’t pinpoint why exactly, but there was something so sexy to you about the mystery. After what seemed like an eternity of staring at the private message tab of your account, a notification ding sounded through the otherwise quiet solitude of your apartment bedroom. Jumping slightly, you didn’t hesitate to scroll up, unable to contain the intrigued smile that played against your lips as you saw that, in fact, it was from your new subscriber.

New Chat!

ChoiSinForMe (Tier 5):

I’m sorry if I startled you in the live stream earlier

I’ll admit I liked the way your face froze tho

You wouldn’t like to admit the amount of times you read that message over again, overwhelmed with the butterflies you felt in your stomach, and the way your cheeks flushed at the idea that you were getting so worked up over a client. Sure, you’d heard of people camming and getting turned on by the people watching them, but you’d honestly never really experienced that with any one subscriber in particular—they were mostly just nice, slightly older men with more money and time than they could handle. So why did this feel different?

PrincessPlayroom (Host):

It’s nothing I can’t handle, welcome though ~ I’ve never had anyone become a member so quickly after entering my stream before J

His reply was fast, and it sent you into a state of shock almost as quickly.

ChoiSinForMe (Tier 5):

I know what I like. Figured this was the best way to get your attention

I have a proposal, actually—I don’t wanna waste your time, my tastes are specific and I don’t share.

I’m interested in private video calls, noticed that you don’t have that as a feature…but if you’re down to try something like that let me know. The price is…inconsequential.

My name is San, by the way.

You weren’t exactly sure what to say. He was right, that wasn’t something you’d ever offered before. No one had ever requested it before—that wasn’t to say you didn’t receive strange requests because your chat room was filled with out of the ordinary things. But for such a high-paying client to make a request for an individual stream…you weren’t sure what to say. For some reason, you weren’t ready to immediately shut down the request—maybe it was the prospect that this guy, at least from his messages, sounded like he was genuinely ready to pay anything for what he wanted. Something about that confidence made you squirm.

PrincessPlayroom (Host):

That’s certainly a unique offer, you’re right though—that isn’t a Tier 5 perk.

I’m curious though, indulge me in these “specific tastes” of yours, San

You couldn’t help but bite your lip at what he might say, subconsciously squeezing your legs together slightly as you waited for his reply. When your computer dinged again, the message was shorter than you’d anticipated, and very much left you wanting more.

ChoiSinForMe (Tier 5):

I’m not a big texter. Call me on Skype and we can talk.

(XXX) XXX-XXXX

And in case you thought I wasn’t serious—

Xoxo, San

ChoiSinForMe has sent you $1000!

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you could feel heat building in the pit of your stomach—should you call him? Who the hell was this guy, who sent you a grand just for entertaining the idea of calling him? Part of you wondered if something like this was really the smartest decision, but the other half of you couldn’t help but follow the intrigue of it all. This had never happened to you before, sure you had a few higher paying clients but none of them were like this. This man was something new. Without giving your mind time to cloud you with reasons why this probably wasn’t a good idea, you’d logged onto your skype account, connected your camera to the computer monitor and turned it on. Sitting upright on your bed, legs outstretched, you fixed your hair slightly before dialing his number. What the fuck were you doing…was this a mistake? Was he gonna end up being a creep or—the sound of the call being answered interrupted your thoughts.

“You look good like this, Princess.” His voice hit your speakers before his camera came into focus, but you swear if you’d been standing his voice alone would’ve been enough to make your knees a little weak. The instant his camera came into focus, your greatest worry came to life—he was ridiculously handsome. Maybe this was why you’d always preferred streaming to a faceless audience, it didn’t feel real. They were just names in the chat, but him? The man in the black t-shirt and grey sweatpants sitting on a king size bed with his head resting in the palm of his hand as he eyed you with a smirk on his lips…he was doing things to you. He was making you nervous, and you never got nervous over things like this. It’s just work, Y/N…it’s just work. He’s a client, that’s it.

“H-hi, I’m sorry, hah...this is all very new for me. I’ve never had a live conversation with a member before.” You blushed, running a hand through your hair as you watched San’s dark eyes, they never wavered from you as he clearly trailed the length of your body—taking his time as he took in the view.

“I guess I must be special then, hmm?” He smiled softly, leaning back on his hands and giving you an all-too perfect view of how tight his sweatpants already were. For some reason, this gave you a surge of confidence. Sure, he may be wealthy, and he may be getting special treatment, but this was your client. He was paying you, he wanted you—you were in charge. You smiled teasingly as you trailed your hand softly down the expanse of your body, stopping at the hem of your underwear as you casually played with the thin elastic band, biting your lip slightly.

“We’ll see…I’m charging you by the hour, by the way.” San laughed slightly at this, nodding in agreement.

“That’s fair…since you’re on the clock, why don’t you tell me your name?” He wasn’t jumping into any far out requests, even though a twisted little part of you wished he would. If he’d asked to see you undone for him right that instant, however, you might be embarrassed by how wet you’d already become.

“You can call me Princ-“

“Your real name, baby.” He interjected, his face unwavering. You never shared your real name with your clients, even your highest tier members.

“You sure do ask for a lot for a Tier 5, don’t you?” You teased, sliding closer to the camera as you watched his face give way to a sinful smile.

“Maybe I shouldn’t be a Tier 5 then…tell me.” He was breaking down your walls quickly, but the thrill of it all outweighed the reservations and rules you’d made for yourself when you first entered the world of camming—things like not letting a client in too close to your personal life, never blurring the line between customer and relationship, never—

“Y/n.” You blurted out suddenly, trying your best not to get flustered at the way San’s eyes twinkled and his pants grew tighter as he repeated your name aloud, humming in approval at the way it fell from his lips.

“Pretty…” He muttered softly, shifting in his seat on the edge of the bed as he watched your gorgeous frame, how your lace lingerie clung to your body just right and the way your hair framed that perfect face of yours—he was especially entranced by your thighs and the way they spread out perfectly against your plush mattress. God he wanted to watch you in every position imaginable.

“I know this must be a bit strange for you…why don’t you ask me a few questions, it might make you feel more comfortable. I’ll do the same, hmm? Let’s say, 3.” San suggested casually, rubbing his finger thoughtfully against his bottom lip as you blushed at the fact that you were supposed to be the professional, yet he was guiding the conversation. Laughing softly, you nodded.

“Hmm, someone seems to know what they’re doing, do you do this with other content creators here?” You were laughing, but a small part of you hoped he’d say no. San smirked, running a hand through his dark black hair as he shook his head.

“Is that your first question?” You blushed slightly, rolling your eyes as you nodded.

“Yes.” He smiled.

“No. I’ve actually never done this before either, I’ve always wanted to…but I never really found a person I was…interested in like this before.” He paused as you tried to hold some semblance of professionalism together, nodding thoughtfully as you felt your stomach knot.

“My turn…why’d you agree to try this?” You didn’t have to think long on your answer before you replied.

“You intrigued me, I think something about you was just…sexy.” You loved the visibly turned on reaction that San tried to suppress as the last word left your lips, his hand coming to lay across the inseam of his sweatpants in a half-hearted attempt to disguise what was becoming an increasingly noticeable erection. Clearing his throat, he chuckled softly. You knew what you were doing to him and it was driving him wild far more easily than he’d anticipated.

“How old are you?” You asked back, playing absentmindedly with a fluffy throw pillow on your bed, laying down in a more comfortable and relaxed position now as you felt the chemistry begin to unfold between the two of you.

“I’m 21. Younger than you’re used to?” You laughed softly, nodding. How was he so wealthy and still so young?

“So are you a self-made kinda rich boy, or the old family money kind?” A cheeky grin spread across San’s face as you asked your final question.

“I’m fortunate to have a good job, the details aren’t important but…it’s given me a comfortable life. I try to keep my work and private life separate, I’m sure you’re plenty familiar with confidentiality though…” You nodded thoughtfully as you eyed his broad shoulders and veiny arms, even through a computer screen his incredible shape was apparent.

“Last question, y/n…” He murmured softly, causing shivers to run down your spine at cadence of his honey voice.

“Mmm…” You replied, squeezing your thighs tightly together in a feeble attempt to relieve some of the built up tension this almost stranger was causing you feel. What he said next, however, would send you completely over the edge.

“Are you wet for me right now?” Your body froze as you attempted to collect your flustered self, hating the way he was clearly eating it up as his hand slowly palmed at his fully hard cock through the fabric of his pants, not even trying to hide the large bulge that was begging to be released.

“Y-yes.” You muttered softly, entranced by the way he took control of the situation. He hummed lowly in approval, sliding his hand underneath the waistband of his sweatpants as you watched the outline of his fingers stroke himself. He was ridiculously hot, but you figured he already knew that. You blushed, doing your best to bite back the sinful smile that threatened to flicker across your face as you felt your aching needs growing stronger by the minute. This man was really something if his presence alone was enough to make you falter—but you couldn’t forget, this was your show. Pulling your hair back away from your face and sliding yourself closer to the camera, you flashed him a knowing look as you tilted your head slightly. Your confidence was back.

“Did I say you could stroke yourself already?” Your soft voice echoed out against the speakers of his laptop like honey, and there wasn’t a shadow of a doubt in his mind that if you’d been in the room with him this would’ve been the moment where he’d pin you against the wall and dare you to disobey him. Instead, he let out a low chuckle, his gaze low and his hair hanging over his eyes as he slowed the pace of his hand.

“Mmm, it’s cute you think you’re in charge, (Y/N)…Truly.” He wasn’t going to cave easily, you didn’t expect him to. Truthfully, you didn’t want him to. Something about the chase, the push and pull—the rising tensions of the seemingly endless back and forth, it fueled you.

Not backing down so easily, you retorted,

“You can’t even help yourself around me for five minutes—I think that’s proof enough.” San smirked, biting his lip shamelessly as he pushed his hair away from his face. Making eye contact with you through the screen, he watched in enjoyment as your cheeks flushed slightly while his hand tightened around the sizeable bulge in his pants, quickening his movements slightly and raising an eyebrow as though challenging your previous statement.

“I’m paying you to say pretty things and watch me jack off, princess—that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you have your way with everything…” You could feel your core heating up when he called you princess, it’d always been a favorite pet name of yours. Fiddling with the hem of your panties, you slid a finger just below the waistband as you teased him with the image of what you’ll look like without them. It wasn’t hard to tell his eyes were glued to your body, his eyes dark and filled with lust as you continued to tease him with your words.

“Mmm…my show, my rules. I’m not just gonna sit here and obey your every order, yknow. I’m not that kind of girl, Mr. Choi.” His jaw went slack when you addressed him that way, his mouth hanging just slightly agape as he threw his head back, the prominent veins in his arms showing as he balanced his weight on his free arm that propped him up—his right hand pre-occupied as he continued to quicken the pace of his strokes. You could see the swelling in his sweatpants and you could feel your panties becoming soaked at the mere idea of him finally releasing the beast he was fighting to hold back. When he finally spoke, his voice was lower and more gravelly than it had been before, he was becoming more and more depraved the longer you teased him without touching yourself—without showing him everything he was hungering to see.

“A good girl?” You smirked, you had him exactly where you wanted him. You had to admit though, he may have had you right where he wanted you as well.

“I’m nothing of the sort.” His long strokes slowed slightly as he began to pace himself, not ready to tip himself over the edge without watching you cum all over your fingers. He could tell you were wet for him and, though he couldn’t be sure, he had confidence that that alone made him stand out amidst your other clients. He’d only just met you, but it only took one look in those sinfully pure eyes to know that he desperately wanted—no, needed—to make you cum.

“And what kind of girl are you then, hmm?” The heat and pressure rising in your core was too much to bare at this point, and you’d decided that the poor man had earned what he was so obviously craving—you. Without another thought, you unclasped the back of your bra, letting it fall to the side as your breasts were now fully exposed for him. A low groan sounded from your speakers and you could tell he was more than enjoying the view. Not finished with him just yet, you slipped your fingers under the hemline of your panties, sliding them down until the lace crumpled around your ankles and you were left completely bare on your bedspread. Spreading yourself out for him to see, you leaned back and slowly slid your hand down to relieve the pressure building up inside you. A low “fuck” hissed out between San’s gritted teeth as he edged his stroking along, the slow pace becoming almost excruciating.

“What kind of girl do you want me to be?” You teased, nearly breathless already as a single finger slid between your soaked folds, easing its way inside you with a few pumps as a small moan escaped your lips. San groaned as his grip tightened around his length at the sound of your pretty moans ringing in his ear, licking his lips as he finally couldn’t take the restrictive fabric any longer. Without hesitation, San yanked his sweatpants down until they were around his ankles where he effortlessly discarded them, his throbbing length proudly on display as a small gasp left your mouth. It wasn’t that you weren’t used to men jacking off to you—but you’d never seen it live like this, and something about it was ridiculously sexy. The fact that this particular client was Choi San didn’t hurt, though.

“I want you to be the kind of girl who rides her own pretty, little fingers until she cums to the sound of my voice. I want you to moan my name…my first name, like you’d give anything to be here riding my dick right now. Because I know you would.” This time it was you who was slightly at a loss for words, biting down hard against the insides of your cheeks as you sucked in a deep breath, nodding as you opened your legs to give him an even better view of your sinful touches. He was right, eyeing the long and girthy member pulsating in his hand you couldn’t help but wish that you had something more to get off to instead of just your fingers.

“Can you do that for me, baby…hmm?” He re-focused his strokes to just the tip of his cock, massaging the head with an unrelenting pace as he dragged the pad of his thumb over the tip, swiveling his wrist ever so slightly as he continued the shallowed pumps. You nodded.

“Mmmm, yes, San. Only if you cum for me just as hard…” His eyelids lowered slightly as his gaze became lazy, a small smile playing on his lips as he nodded, speeding up his strokes as he watched you slide another finger inside of your glistening hole, moaning at the added pressure as your thumb drew circles against your clit, pressing down with gradually increasing pressure to help you relieve the pressure you’d lost from opening your legs.

“Oh I plan on it, princess—now turn around for me. I wanna see that ass nice n’ high while you touch yourself.” You turned around easily, pressing your chest against the mattress and arching your back as your ass perked up, sliding your hand up between your thighs and griding your clit down against the palm of your hand as a couple fingers slid back inside your heat. San’s low groans grew louder and more breathless as his strokes became longer and more staggered, enjoying the view of you bent over for him and fantasizing about the way you’d feel if he ever had the opportunity to bend you over and rail you himself.

“Fuuck, just like that—mmmm, you are a good girl for me, aren’t you?” You moaned at the way his once soft, now raspy voice teased you. Propping yourself up with your free arm you turned your head to look at him over your shoulder, smirking.

“A good girl would beg you to stroke yourself slowly…so slow that you’re almost in pain, begging me to let you go faster and finish yourself off.” San smirked, not always liking the idea of submitting in the bedroom but willing to entertain this small idea for you.

“Does that mean you’re a good girl then? I mean, you are begging me…” You turned yourself back around, sitting in your knees with your legs spread as you leaned forward onto your hands as he watched the rise and fall of your breasts keep pace with your heavy breaths.

“I’m not begging you, I’m telling you.” This time, San listened, allowing you to have your way this once as he slowed his long pumps to a painfully slow pace, already feeling his load building and swelling in his balls as he adjusted himself on the bed, his breathing becoming even more ragged than before. You smirked, biting down on your lip as you took in the sight of his slightly sweaty body and the way his hair clung to the sides of his face from the building beads of sweat. He was completely strung out at this point, his gaze filled with pure lust and his lips barely capable of forming sentences as he threw his head back once again, echoing incoherent slurs of curse words and moans. The action alone was enough to send you over the edge, but you held yourself together as you pumped your fingers even faster inside yourself, your needy moans growing in volume.

“Fuck you look so pretty like that, Y/N….tell me how good it feels…” Screwing your eyes shut as you hit that perfect sensitive spot, a breathless moan escaped your lips as you nodded.

“S-so good…Aahhh, fuck you’d feel so much better, though…” A wide smile spread across San’s face as his eyes remained closed, nodding as he hummed in approval. His cock was throbbing even harder than before, hungry for release as he continued to obey you.

“Mmmm, I must be something special if you’re considering riding the dick of a stranger you just met…” His voice vibrating through the speakers made you wish his mouth was around your clit, sucking down hard as he groaned into your tight and aching pussy. You knew it was wrong, and that this kind of attraction to a client was completely foreign to you—but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Mmmff fuck, shut up and cum already.” You breathed out, whining against the sensations of your fingers as San chuckled lowly, breathing a sigh of relief as he finally began to quicken his strokes, feeling the pressures build as he neared his release. You were riding your fingers at this point, your breasts bouncing up and down as you picked up the pace, needy for your own climax as you watched the man you knew hardly anything about turn you on more than anything real you’d encountered in a very long time.

“Shit, Y/N…your body is fucking insane…” San breathed out, his strokes ruthless and sloppy as his hips bucked up to meet his hand, unable to express in words how badly he wished it was you on top of him instead. You moaned, feeling yourself teetering on the edge.

“Aahhh god I’m close.” You whined, curling your fingers up to stroke your pressure points as you arched your back and threw your head back from pleasure. This was all it would take for San to be tipped over the edge, his breathing hitched in his throat as he continued to speed up his needy strokes.

“Cum for me, princess—all over those pretty little fingers. I wanna watch you lick them clean…” With that, you managed a dazed nod before grinding your hips down against your hand one last time, the pressure becoming too much as you finally tipped over the edge and your orgasm ran through your entire body. Your pretty moans were enough to send him hurdling towards his own orgasm as you rode out your high. Breathing slow, you eased your fingers out and made eye contact with the man who’d made you cum with nothing but his voice as he groaned, stroking himself hard. He was ridiculously close, but the moment you bit your lip and slid your soaking wet fingers inside your lips, swirling your tongue around them and licking them clean just as he’d told you to—he couldn’t take it anymore. Thick, creamy white ropes erupted from his cock, covering his thighs and the bedsheet beneath him as he groaned, inhaling sharply and tilting his head back in ecstasy as you moaned yourself at the ridiculously sexy view. Several spurts dripped down his hand as he slowed his strokes, massaging the glistening head of his cock slowly as his eyes shut and he rode out one of the most intense orgasm’s he’d ever felt. Breathing heavily, the two of you were sat in euphoric silence for a moment as you took in the pleasure that was still coursing through your bodies.

‘Fuck…”He muttered out after a moment. You blushed slightly, smiling at the reassurance that he’d enjoyed himself.

“For someone who’s never done that before…you sure knew what you were doing.” He laughed breathlessly, running a hand through his hair as he grabbed a towel from nearby, cleaning himself off lazily as you did the same, smiling.

“Well it is my job…it was definitely something new though.” You teased, winking playfully as San smiled in return.

“So let’s make it a regular thing then.” He blurted decidedly. You gave him a questioning look. Sure a small part of you hoped that you’d get the opportunity to do something like this or more again, but you hadn’t held out hope. You’d assumed he was more of a “one time” client.

“For real?” He smiled, nodding as he slid his sweatpants back on, watching as you sat comfortably bare in front of him, adoring the way you allowed him to watch you.

“Yeah, of course. You had fun, I had fun—well, I had a lot of fun…no one’s made me cum like that in a while.” A small blush threatened to tinge your cheeks, though you crossed your fingers it wasn’t noticeable through the screen as he marveled in the idea that someone as sexy as him was turned on by you. Not sexy enough to get it for free though (at least not yet).

“And the price is…” You teased, taunting him. He smirked, shaking his head as he sat upright, his elbows on his knees.

“Like I said, baby—inconsequential. Get some rest, think it over, ok? Message me when you’re ready to say yes.” His confidence was insatiable, and you’d grown a taste for it. Biting your lip, you nodded slowly.

“And what if I decide a Tier 5 member doesn’t deserve all this special treatment, hmm?” He scoffed lowly as he ran a hand through his hair, leaning closer to the camera despite his voice being barely above a whisper.

“Then make a higher tier. Get some sleep now, ok princess?”

~admin liese

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i am a simple woman, humbly requesting xiyao smut where lxc pins jgy to one of those Lan desks and fucks him like my man 100% wanted to do when they first met. no preference on top/bottom, idc what the sex acts are either, just some fun, steamy smut in a completely inappropriate place(no exhibitionism tho plz, it gives me 2nd hand embarrassment something fierce), but 100% no pressure for you to write this if you don't feel it and i hope you have a lovely day/week :)

thank you for this GEM, i had a blast writing it!!! since you didn’t have a preference, i had to go with botton lxc, especially with lxc holding jgy down, it just felt right, you know? hope you enjoy!

(angstprompt!anon can look for their submission in the next few days probably! meanwhile, my ask box is open for xiyao (or any combo of 3zun) and wangxian prompts, which could result in anything from a drabble to a short fic like this one turned out haha)

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Jin Guangyao arrived in Gusu much later than he’d intended--but Lan Xichen had invited him, and Jin Guangyao had so dearly wanted to come that he figured arriving late was better than not arriving at all. Nearly a month ago, Lan Xichen had given him a jade token that allowed him free passage through the barrier surrounding the Cloud Recesses, a gift that Jin Guangyao had appreciated very much, knowing how rare and special it was for Lan Xichen to be granting it to someone who was not a member of the Lan Sect. It had taken far longer than he would have liked to find time in his schedule to come visit, but he was finally here.

He made it inside the barrier just minutes before the Lan Sect’s strictly imposed curfew and was quickly escorted to the Hanshi... and the moment Lan Xichen’s dark eyes fell upon him, they lit up with warmth and delight, the smile on his lips becoming quickly more sincere than polite. He welcomed Jin Guangyao inside the room almost at once, greeting him in a way that hid none of his precious excitement at having Jin Guangyao there.

They chatted for a few moments, before Lan Xichen suggested, “It’s been so long since you’ve been in the Cloud Recesses, A-Yao. Would you like to take a walk around the grounds?”

There was a particular sort of mirth dancing in his eyes, a look that Jin Guangyao couldn’t quite put his finger on... but one he had no intention of questioning. He teased faintly, “But what about curfew, Er-Ge? Isn’t it past the time that disciples and guests are allowed outside?”

Lan Xichen just grinned a bit more playfully and countered, “A good thing you’ll be with the Sect Leader then, isn’t it?”

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They stood to head out--though once they were in the yard, Lan Xichen paused suddenly, asking Jin Guangyao to wait for him a moment while he headed back inside, which Jin Guangyao found to be another oddity, though he was frankly too intrigued by Lan Xichen’s unexpected behavior to want to draw attention to the fact that he had noticed it. Whatever Lan Xichen had in mind, Jin Guangyao trusted it to be something he would enjoy.

As it was past curfew, the grounds of the Cloud Recesses were quite empty. Twilight was upon them, the last few rays of the sun sinking down behind the horizon and giving way to the overhead blanket of stars in the night sky. The moon wasn’t full, but it was close, and both the Cloud Recesses and Lan Xichen himself were gorgeous in the silver glow of the moonlight.

Due to their solitude, they didn’t fear walking close together, shoulders brushing as they strolled in companionable silence, glancing at one another from time to time as they passed by the buildings where the junior disciples slept, through the gardens, over to the library, and then finally back around to the Lanshi... where Lan Xichen paused, glancing around in a way that was the opposite of surreptitious, before he took Jin Guangyao by the hand and led him inside.

Jin Guangyao was usually one to try to figure out someone’s intentions before they could ever come to fruition. He usually hated not knowing what others had in mind, what they planned to do, especially where he was concerned... but, strangely, it wasn’t the same at all with Lan Xichen. Beyond knowing that Lan Xichen had intentions... Jin Guangyao couldn’t honestly say he knew what they were and hadn’t been at all bothered about finding out. It was exhilarating in a way, to trust Lan Xichen so deeply that he didn’t need to anticipate what his every move would be, didn’t need to nitpick everything he did or said to figure out each move he would ever make...

All he needed was the deep rooted knowledge that Lan Xichen adored him and would never do anything to hurt him.

It was dark inside the Lanshi as Lan Xichen shut the door behind them, with just enough moonlight slipping in through the screened windows that Jin Guangyao could still faintly make out Lan Xichen’s features, at least enough to see a bit of silver light in his eyes and the smile on his lips--before he leaned down to press their lips together, of course.

His hand moved to cradle Jin Guangyao’s face as Jin Guangyao’s hands moved naturally for Lan Xichen’s waist, their bodies gravitating naturally closer to one another as they kissed in the darkened classroom, breaking apart after a long minute as their foreheads pressed together, hovering close enough that Jin Guangyao could feel Lan Xichen’s semi-heated exhales against his lips.

“This is the first place we met,” Lan Xichen said. His volume was hardly more than that of a whisper, but in the absolute silence inside of the Lanshi, the words couldn’t have possibly been clearer. “Do you remember?”

Jin Guangyao felt the grin stretching across his lips as his thumb smoothed over the fabric of Lan Xichen’s robes. “Considering how close I came to death that day, how could I possibly forget?” he replied, giving Lan Xichen’s waist a playful squeeze. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“Did I?” Lan Xichen huffed out a breath of laughter, pecking Jin Guangyao’s lips almost apologetically, “How so?”

“Mm, well, I was hardly more than a humble servant who had heard many stories of the noble Lan Sect, the disciples of which loved cleanliness, and wouldn’t dare touch others unless it was absolutely necessary,” Jin Guangyao recounted fondly. “Then, while I’m assisting my young master with presenting our Sect’s offering, I’m expecting to hand our gift over to some helpful disciple... when instead I am approached by none other than the sect leader himself, a young man so fantastically handsome that even the wildest rumors cannot overstate his beauty and grace.”

“A-Yao,” Lan Xichen protested with an almost-shy laugh, a sound that gave away the color on his cheeks that was otherwise unknowable in the dark room.

“And then,” Jin Guangyao continued on heedlessly, spinning his fanciful account together with a playful grin, “this stunningly gorgeous sect leader not only lavishes me with the most sincere flattery this lowly attendant could have imagined, but proceeds to brush his hands against mine--not once, but twice! Once, maybe, can be counted as an accident, no matter how intentionally those fingers seemed to slide across my hand, but then it happened again as the offering was taken from my hands! Imagine my shock as a meager assistant to be touched so deliberately by this elegant and comely young cultivator who I was led to believe would only touch others in the most dire of circumstances!”

Lan Xichen’s soft and flustered laugh was now shaking in his chest, enough for Jin Guangyao to feel it against his own chest with their bodies flush the way they were.

“Er-Ge, all I’m saying is that we’re both quite lucky I didn’t faint at that very moment!” Jin Guangyao said with faux insistence.

“Ah, but then I would have had an excuse to catch you,” Lan Xichen lamented cleverly.

Jin Guangyao was caught off guard by a faint hitch of his own laughter, before declaring, “Then I would have certainly passed from this world to the next! Though...” he trailed off as he pressed his lips again to Lan Xichen’s, “I can’t say that dying in your arms wouldn’t have been the ideal way to go.”

Lan Xichen let out a harder puff of laughter through his nose as their mouths pressed together, somewhat uncoordinated in their shared humor. Their grip on one another grew a bit tighter as they both smiled into the kiss and teasingly tasted one another’s mouths.

“Well,” Lan Xichen finally broke the kiss to speak up, “if that was enough to nearly kill you, then it was likely for the best you left as soon as you did. I was disappointed at the time... but if you’d stayed, you might have discovered my imagination had run quite a bit deeper than simply touching your hand.”

“Er-Ge!” Jin Guangyao gasped dramatically--genuinely surprised, but certainly exaggerating his reaction, “Are you saying you had impure thoughts about me back then?”

Lan Xichen shook with another quiet laugh as he leaned in to kiss Jin Guangyao again before replying, “So impure I found the need to retreat to the cold springs soon after you’d left.”

“Oh, really?” Jin Guangyao asked. For as much as he was playing up his responses, he was genuinely intrigued. He’d never realized that Lan Xichen had thought about him like that so very long ago. “And what exactly were these impure thoughts? Humble servant Meng Yao couldn’t have handled them, but Chief Cultivator Jin Guangyao is quite curious.”

“Ah... I’m not sure words would quite do them justice, honestly,” Lan Xichen said with a touch of wistful disappointment, before his voice took on a tone that was as equally playful, but in a very different way. “Perhaps... a demonstration is in order.”

Oh. Jin Guangyao's pulse fluttered and he had a feeling he’d suddenly stumbled upon Lan Xichen’s reason for bringing him out here in the first place.

“A demonstration would be acceptable,” Jin Guangyao replied, his lips brushing Lan Xichen’s teasingly, anticipation building now, his heart beating a little faster. “Would it be wrong to assume our location plays a part in this demonstration?”

“As a matter of fact...” Lan Xichen trailed off playfully, then leaned down to kiss him, and as he started to walked Jin Guangyao backwards, Jin Guangyao followed easily, right up until the back of his knees bumped gently into one of the desks arranged neatly in the room--at which point, Lan Xichen dropped quickly to his knees in front of him, aiming an appeased smile up at him as his hands made quick work of the sash holding Jin Guangyao’s robes in place. They slipped inside as soon as they could, locking onto his hips and giving them a gentle tug; Jin Guangyao gave in to Lan Xichen’s strength, letting himself get pulled down as his ass landed firmly on the sturdy wooden desk behind him.

If Jin Guangyao had to guess, based simply on how little time Lan Xichen was wasting, this fantasy was something he found quite pressing. Jin Guangyao hadn’t even found time to get hard yet as Lan Xichen was working his pants loose and reaching inside to free him, his hand giving Jin Guangyao’s cock a few eager strokes that quickly helped it twitch to life.

Jin Guangyao’s breathing picked up as quick as his arousal came on, legs spreading to let Lan Xichen get his body between them as he was using his own free hand to open his robes; as soon as Jin Guangyao’s cock was half-hard though, Lan Xichen’s focus was pulled from his task as his mouth quickly descended on Jin Guangyao.

Jin Guangyao’s breath hitched as Lan Xichen didn’t hesitate to wrap his lips around it. He sucked on the head, his tongue swirling around it, lapping eagerly across it, so sudden and hot that Jin Guangyao couldn't help the low moan that rolled out of him. His hands automatically reached for Lan Xichen’s hair, pushing his fingers into it and messing up the neat strands of it almost immediately, though it wasn’t something he could regret; he loved it when Lan Xichen came undone for him, when he sacrificed any amount of his neat appearance in favor of giving in to their shared desire for one another, particularly on the rare occasion when he took charge like this, eagerly taking whatever he wanted--something Jin Guangyao would allow only from Lan Xichen.

In the heat of Lan Xichen’s mouth, it took hardly any time at all before Jin Guangyao was hard, his breaths huffing faintly as his finger tightened and released their grip on Lan Xichen’s hair, fingernails scratching lightly at his scalp in a way that had Lan Xichen humming around his cock, only heightening the arousal buzzing through him.

Clear thought only flooded back to him the moment after Lan Xichen’s mouth and hand pulled back from his cock. The situation was certainly something to wrap his mind around--he hadn’t been in the Lanshi in so many years, but he last remembered it full of students, quiet and serious. Now, his first time back in the Cloud Recesses in so long and his first time back in the Lanshi in even longer, he suddenly found himself in quite the position.

His eyes were fastened on Lan Xichen as he opened his robes, shoved down his pants, and as he reached into his sleeve to produce a bottle of oil, which told Jin Guangyao everything he needed to know about how much Lan Xichen had planned for this to happen.

It was nearly hypnotizing to watch Lan Xichen for a moment, slicking his fingers quickly and liberally. Jin Guangyao’s gaze followed them as Lan Xichen reached behind himself, seeming to shudder as his fingers slid between his cheeks--the expression on his face was heavenly, lips parted as his breath shuddered, brows knitted ever so slightly in a way that told Jin Guangyao he’d skipped over using a single finger and had jumped right in with two. Tragically, Jin Guangyao couldn’t see the stretch of Lan Xichen’s rim as he started to finger himself, but from his vantage point he could easily watch the rocking motion of Lan Xichen’s hand working behind him, and that was more than enough.

Lan Xichen didn’t leave him just to watch though. After just a moment, he leaned back in, his free hand moving once more to Jin Guangyao’s cock, holding it in place as his lips wrapped around it again.

The show was enough to leave Jin Guangyao dizzy. He leaned back a little, hands gripping the desk behind him to support himself as he watched in awe: Lan Xichen’s mouth bobbing faintly around his cock as Lan Xichen’s hand seemed to move in tandem behind him. That motion only paused after a moment for what Jin Guangyao figured was a chance to press in a third finger, an action that elicited a sharper moan from Lan Xichen's throat that vibrated lightly around the head of his cock as Lan Xichen took it deeper into his mouth.

Jin Guangyao moaned deeper, his fingers tightening in a telling way on Lan Xichen’s hair--and Lan Xichen seemed to get the message, as he pulled his lips slowly back from Jin Guangyao’s cock, sitting up a little as he seemed to work his fingers quicker inside, leaning back a little as if straining with the effort to get them in deeper, though all it really did was allow Lan Xichen robes to fall away from his chest, treating Jin Guangyao with a glimpse of his dusky pink nipples, just making the scene set in the Lan Sect classroom even more erotic.

By the time Lan Xichen pulled his fingers out of himself, seemingly deciding he was open enough, he sat panting and whimpering ever so faintly for a few seconds, as if he’d scattered his own thoughts by doing such a thing so on display for Jin Guangyao. Unable to help himself, Jin Guangyao leaned forward to capture Lan Xichen’s lips quickly, to take advantage and dip his tongue deep between his parted lips, Lan Xichen letting out another shuddery moan around his tongue as he kissed him back fervently, his body leaning further and further into Jin Guangyao’s space.

As he felt Lan Xichen starting to push him backwards, across the length of the desk, Jin Guangyao went down easily enough, a true testament to the depth of his trust for Lan Xichen. His upper body fit near perfectly across the length of it from ass to head, just barely reached the edges, as if the surface was nearly made for him to lie on like this--or, more likely, as if Lan Xichen had imagined this enough time to know Jin Guangyao would fit on the desk like this, and wasn’t that an erotic thought?

Again, Jin Guangyao couldn’t help but note how impatient Lan Xichen seemed to be, as he seemed to only bother to remove his pants from one leg--all he needed to lift himself up and properly straddle Jin Guangyao over the desk, reaching for Jin Guangyao’s cock, lining it up with his entrance, and then lowering himself in a motion that was at least somewhat practiced at this point. Jin Guangyao’s hands quickly reached for Lan Xichen’s thigh, gripping onto him as the overwhelming heat of his body sunk down around Jin Guangyao’s eager cock, consuming him little by little--until in a whirlwind of huffed breaths shared between the two of them, Lan Xichen’s body was lowered fully around his cock, his ass resting gently over his hips.

They sat like that for a moment, a look of ecstasy splashed across Lan Xichen’s features that had Jin Guangyao entirely captivated, before, slowly, Lan Xichen started to rock his hips.

The movement was gentle---but even that little started to draw a series of soft keens from Lan Xichen’s mouth, soft little ‘ahh’ sounds that seemed to escape with every exhale, as if Lan Xichen was aroused by where they were doing this as much as by the actual physical sensations.

Jin Guangyao fought his way out of his awed stupor at that thought, a grin rising to his face as his hands began to knead his fingertips up and down Lan Xichen’s sturdy thighs. Almost without prompting, Lan Xichen’s hips began to rock quicker--he even lifted his hips, before letting them sink back down, once, twice, a third time, before the roll of his hips was one solid motion that was growing quicker and quicker--

Without much ado, Lan Xichen’s hands snapped to grab onto Jin Guangyao’s wrists as his body tightened its grip on Jin Guangyao, followed a few seconds later by a soft whimper and the soft, wet streak of cum hitting Jin Guangyao’s stomach.

But Lan Xichen’s movements only paused for maybe a minute or so, before his hips had picked up that gentle rocking motion once again, as motivated as if under some lustful spell that made him unable to help himself except to keep Jin Guangyao’s cock moving inside of him.

Jin Guangyao’s hands started once more massaging Lan Xichen’s thighs--but only a moment later, he found himself surprised as Lan Xichen moved their hands, intertwined their fingers... and then began to lean over him, moving him until his hands were pinned down to the desk beside his head, Lan Xichen’s face wearing an incredibly blissed out expression as it hovered barely a couple feet above him, strands of his long hair slipping over his shoulders, a few stay bits Jin Guangyao’s fingers had shoved loose hanging around his face.

Seeing as Jin Guangyao was quite trapped now, speech was the only tool left in his arsenal--and he certainly had plenty to say.

“How much have you thought about this, Er-Ge?” he asked, voice low and sultry, clearly catching on Lan Xichen’s ears immediately. “Is this really what you wanted back then? To hold me down and ride my cock like this?”

Lan Xichen didn’t answer, but Jin Guangyao felt the way he shuddered at the words, the flicker of change in his expression, and could pick up on the truth easily enough.

“Maybe it is for the best you didn’t do this all those years ago,” he said with a touch more humor, agreeing with Lan Xichen’s earlier statement. “I don’t think I would have survived it back then.”

The corners of Lan Xichen’s mouth twitched upwards, and he left out a pointedly amused huff--which was quickly turned into a soft keen as Jin Guangyao leveraged his feet against the floor to roll his hips up a few sharp times, before he settled once more.

“When do you have these thoughts, hm?” he continued, eyes trained on Lan Xichen’s face, “Do you fantasize about me while you’re falling asleep at night? While you’re trying to relax in your cold springs? Or maybe... maybe while you’re in here teaching or reading off your sect rules, you’re actually thinking about getting fucked by me? If you’ve had these thoughts since the first time we met, you’ve had so many years to fantasize about us fucking, surely you’ve thought about it in here too.”

Lan Xichen’s brow furrowed faintly, a shudder running through him as his hole tightened around Jin Guangyao’s cock, fingers gripping more firmly around his hands, obviously affected by the words even if he hadn’t replied verbally.

“Well, whether you have or not until now...” Jin Guangyao prattled on, his tone as low and seductive as ever, “You definitely will from now on, won’t you? Tell me the truth, Er-Ge. Will you think about how you rode my cock so wonderfully every time you’re in this room now?”

“Yes,” Lan Xichen gasped out faintly, compliantly, his hips grinding down a little more firmly a few times before returning to the previous pace.

“Promise me, Er-Ge,” he compelled him sweetly, voice nearly all breath now, yet still so clear in the ringing silence of the classroom. “Every time you’re in the Lanshi, I want you to remember how you fingered yourself open while sucking my cock. I want you to think about how desperate you were to pin me down and get my cock inside of you. You’ll promise to think of me every time you look at this desk that we’re fucking on, won’t you, Er-Ge?”

The faint moonlight didn’t allow for much color perception, but Lan Xichen’s cheeks were so flushed after all of Jin Guangyao’s rambling that he could see how dark they’d gotten even now.

“I promise,” Lan Xichen panted, his hips starting to move a little quicker again, a little more urgent. “A-Yao, I promise.”

He couldn’t move much, but his thumbs stroked the outside of Lan Xichen’s hands from where they were pinned to the desk. He let out a pleased hum and almost purred as he said, “Thank you, Er-Ge.” Lan Xichen could be so easily flustered when he got like this, and Jin Guangyao considered it a delicacy, something to be truly savored. “Do you want to come together this time?”

“Yes, yes,” Lan Xichen exhaled sharply again. His hips rolling down a little harder, his breaths getting more desperate.

Jin Guangyao adjusted to Lan Xichen’s pace, then started to roll his hips back up at Lan Xichen, meeting the downward motion of his body and forcing his cock a little deeper inside, creating a slight thrust that only increased the delicious friction around his cock, and that made Lan Xichen’s soft moans get a little more heated as his second orgasm drew closer.

Their bodies moved in harmony, a practiced motion after so many years, Lan Xichen lifting himself up a bit so that he could drop his body back onto Jin Guangyao’s cock with each thrust, and the silence of the room was completely eaten up by the wet sound of Jin Guangyao’s cock moving in and out of Lan Xichen’s tight hole, by the soft smack of their skin meeting at the end of each thrust and the increased panting of their breaths, by Lan Xichen’s rising whimpers and moans.

Jin Guangyao felt his pleasure plateauing as Lan Xichen’s body rocked more urgently, as aroused by Lan Xichen’s desperation to fulfill this fantasy as he was amused by it, his senses all a flutter in Lan Xichen’s telling reactions and noises giving away exactly how close he was, noises that would have given them away in an instant if this weren’t so far past the Lan Sect curfew that left all the disciples thankfully out of hearing range of the Lanshi. The one thing that Lan Xichen had yet to master (and perhaps the thing Jin Guangyao hoped he never would) was the ability to actually keep his voice down the closer he got to his orgasm.

Waiting for Lan Xichen, Jin Guangyao took a few deep, hard breaths, skillfully forcing his own orgasm back, letting it balance right on that delicate edge, because he could tell that Lan Xichen was going to come at any second--and just as he thought, barely a minute later, Lan Xichen’s face pressed down against his chest as he let out a sharp cry, the clenching of his hole around Jin Guangyao’s cock finally pushing him over the precipice with a sharp breath of his own as he released deep inside of Lan Xichen.

His grip loosened, but Lan Xichen didn’t let go of Jin Guangyao’s hands, not immediately, as they both laid there panting in the dark room. Jin Guangyao’s face pressed to Lan Xichen’s hair, showing him the only affection he could at the moment as he nuzzled him gently.

They stayed entangled for several long minutes, until Lan Xichen finally seemed to get his strength back. He lifted his head and sought out Jin Guangyao’s mouth with his own, kissing him as he slowly lifted his hips; Jin Guangyao felt Lan Xichen shuddering faintly as his cock slid out of him before his body settled back over him.

“You know,” Jin Guangyao spoke up after a moment, his words faintly muffled by Lan Xichen’s mouth, “I almost feel sorry for whoever’s desk this is.”

Lan Xichen broke away from the kiss as he broke into a silent laugh, burying his face against Jin Guangyao’s neck again, his hands finally releasing Jin Guangyao’s. It meant Jin Guangyao was free to slide his arms up under Lan Xichen’s robe and wrap around his back comfortably, letting his fingernails trail lightly across the smooth skin and firm muscle for a little while as the both of them gradually settled down.

Eventually, Lan Xichen said they should head back and Jin Guangyao agreed. Lan Xichen had luckily picked a very secluded spot for this little adventure, but the longer they stayed here, the higher the risk was that someone would discover them like this. They both knew they would be shedding their robes as soon as the door of the Hanshi shut behind them, so they redressed just enough to look proper in case they encountered any patrolling disciples on the way; Jin Guangyao even took a minute to carefully comb his fingers over Lan Xichen’s hair, smoothing it out and pointedly straightening the ribbon across his forehead, much to Lan Xichen’s embarrassed delight.

Jin Guangyao had mostly been teasing Lan Xichen... but as they slipped out of the Lanshi and headed back towards Lan Xichen’s room, Jin Guangyao couldn’t helped be be thoroughly amused by the idea that it really would be quite impossible for Lan Xichen to be in the Lanshi without thinking about him now; there was something deliciously entertaining about the idea of Lan Xichen having to fight back his arousal every time he had to come teach a class. Perhaps it was only fair after their many, many escapades throughout Carp Tower had led to many fond memories for Jin Guangyao, that Lan Xichen would now have some of his own memories at home. In fact...

“If this is how I’m treated when I’m here, I’m going to have to visit more often,” Jin Guangyao said as a smile curled at the corner of his lips, his arm slipping casually and yet quite boldly around Lan Xichen’s as he settled against his side.

Lan Xichen flashed a flustered smile down at him, but held Jin Guangyao’s arm a bit closer to his side as he replied, “You’re welcome here any time, A-Yao.”

They had more memories to make, and Jin Guangyao was now quite curious about what other sorts of fantasies Lan Xichen had been having about him all this time.

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PART THREE

Two Months had already passed since she agreed to the deal with Kai,the deal that could bring the dead back to life.(Y/N) thought a lot about it,her thoughts spinning in every possible direction.She often asked herself if it was even possible to do that,or if it was ,what consequence would it have?She didn’t want to disappoint her friends well knowlingly that this was the only chance to bring Jo back to Life.

Two agonizing Months full of hopes and feelings she never even imagined existed.Kai was full of surprises,in a mad and unexpected way that made her skin crawl each time she felt his presence around her.

“When are you finally going to give in?I can feel you tense each time I’m getting close to you”

Her heart rate was off the charts again,breathing heavy and uneven,her eyes fluttering close so that she could concentrate on inhaling the scent of his cologne as he slowly took a few steps towards her,watching her reaction with pure satisfaction written all over his face.

“Open your eyes sweetheart ,I know that you’re think about the exact same thing as me.You know..” he trailed off his fingertips grazing against her forearm,agonizingly slowly trailing his way up to her face.

“All you have to do is say the words.I won’t tell a single soul.I promise” by this time he got so close to her that her back hit the wall with a slightly audible thump.For a moment she closed her eyes giving into a draydream about them kissing fiercely after she told him that she had fallen for him.

“You’re imagining it right now,Am I right princess?” his nose brushed against her ear,his breath thick and hot on her neck ,the feeling of it all made electricity course through her veins from the spot he was now holding tightly,almost too tight for her liking. (Y/N) opened her eyes ever so slightly and they both gazed into each other’s eyes for what felt like eternity before she broke the silence.

“I’m not imagining anything babe,If you want me so badly to give in..” she trailed off ,her eyes practically underessing him as she unknowingly leaned in a bit closer,so close that their lips almost touched.

“Why won’t you do something about it?” she was kind of hoping he would give in first but his self control was admirable or maybe he wasn’t interested in her and it was all in her head.A game that he wanted her to loose no matter what. And Maybe having him close to her every day for the past two months made her imagine things that were not there ,like that one time he was at her place late at night after he drove her home from a patry where she had clearly been drinking too much.Luckily he had been following her around that night as she kept ignoring his texts and calls.When he brought her home anger was plastered all over his face ,he acted like she was his girlfriend who went out without her boyfriends permission.The next day all she could think about was how protective he was of her,taking her home,helping her change and not leaving her alone until the next morning.

“That would be a deal breaker sweetheart..and, by the looks of it ,you’re about to give in any minute now.Don’t even try to deny it,I can see it in your eyes” for a monent he looked down at his shoes and then looked up,directly into her eyes.She suddenly felt more nervous than ever. She kept asking herself how someone could make her feel this way without even touching her. He could make her skin flame up just by talking and it made her wonder what it would be like if they actually went ahead with kissing.

“I’m nowhere near giving in, Kai. You’re too cocky for your own good. Thinking you can get any girl you want just with that perfect face of yours.Its not that easy tho” (Y/N) forcefully pushed him away barely able standing the feeling that had built up between her legs but Kai was a step ahead of her grabbing her by her writ,spinning her around so fast that her body smashed against his.

“Oh is that so” Kai backed her against the small fire place in her room ,the heat radiating for it making her skin light up in flames even more than before ,as if that was even possible after everything that he had done to her.

“So,if I’d touch you right there..You wouldn’t feel a thing,right?” His hands wandered up her tigh slower than ever,stopping right at her panties wich he slightly pushed aside while his fingers brushed against her wet folds.Kai watched her breath get caught in her throat and he smirked at the thought that she was already wet .

“ I.. I tought doing naughty stuff was a deal breaker.You just lost your own Gam-“ she was caught off guard when he roughly pushed his index and middle finger inside of her ,curling them and pumping faster and faster for a few times ,before pulling out completely.

“You’re such a naughty girl ,tsk tsk tsk” he shook his head and as he looked up at her ,there was nothing left of the usual gorgeous ocean blue in his eyes. They were dark,filled with lust and hunger for her.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice,huh..Each time I saw you ,your skirts got a little shorter..Tops more see through..And what was up with you going to that party,getting drunk..dancing around with other guys.I bet your only intention was to get me jealous” He moved closer to her ,closing the gap between them,his hard on pressing agaist her tigh.

“Well guess what?...It worked” Her arms instantly hooked around his neck pulling him close to her as their lips collided in a passionate kiss,devouring each other as their tongues fought for dominance over one another.His right hand slid under her shirt pushing it up enough for him to cup her breasts through her bra.

“Is this is? you give up?Doesn’t seem like you at all.Kai Parker never gives up” she pulled away enough for him to pull her shirt over her head while his left hand unhooked her bra ,letting it fall to the ground as he took a few steps away to admire her.

“Oh but sweetheart,I got what I wanted.Doesn’t that mean that I win?” And before she could fathom what had happened they were both on her bed with him being over her.

“So what are you waiting for?” She pulled him close by his shirt wich flew across the room mere seconds,after his jeans did too leaving him almost naked and (Y\N) started drooling just at the sight of him.

“You’ve been a very very naughty girl. Naughty girls don’t get what they want.Not right away at least” Kai ripped her remainig clothes to shreds watching her look at him disbelief.

“Those had to go” he leaned into the crook of her neck leaving sloppy wet kissed as he made his way down to her chest ,swriling his tongue around her nipples before placing light kisses down her stomach.With his left hand he held her down by her waist as he back arched off the bed each time he got a little closer to her heat.

“Y-you’re taking too long” she half moaned as he finally burried his face between her legs, his right hand parting her tighs even wider so that he could have better access and by this time everything was a blur ,the room started spinning and she didn’t know if it was god or the devil himself between her legs but by the way his tongue lapped around her throbbing clit and as his finger found their way inside of her ,pumping faster and faster as seconds passed by, (Y/N) realized that she was the one responsible for bringing the devil out of him.

“By any means,if it’s too slow for your liking ,you’re more then welcome to finish it off yourself “ Kai got up and started palming himself through his briefs wich (Y/N) totally forgot the he still had them on.

“Not fair.I’m laying here completely exposed to you while you’re still fully clothed.I think we have to something about that” she said ,pulling him closer ,her right hand reaching between their bodies ,plaming him through the thin fabric separating her hand from touching what she wanted so badly all this time.

“I want you so badly Malacha-“ he couldn’t hold it anymore and as badly as he wanted to feel her lips against his hard lenght , he wanted to maker her as his even more. Fucking her until all she could do was scream his name, until his back was covered in blood from the scratches where she dug her nails into his skin ,desperately trying to hold onto something.

“I want you just as bad princess” was the last thing he said before propping himself at her entrance,rubbing his tip against it teasingly before he pushed inside slowly at first to make sure was comfortable but as soon as he saw her eyes roll in the back of her head he thrusted in deep ,moving fast with each thrust ,occasionally cheating with his vamp speed to fuck her even faster.He had turned her into a moaning mess and by the looks of it she was about to loose it soon.

“I barely started and you’re already about to cum?” he cooed, his lips brushing against her ear each time he thrusted into her. (Y/N) couldn’t believe it was happening so fast but she felt her walls contract around his mere minutes after he entered her.

“It’s because you’ve been teasing me for so long..A-all this time I had to take care of it all by myself “ Kai gulped ,just listening to her moans get louder mixed with whimpers and his name rolling of her tongue,was enough for him feel himself twitch inside of her.

“Hold a bit longer princess” she moaned again and again unable to tear her eyes away from him.The usual smoky blue completely vanished from his eyes and he was visibly stuggling to hold it any longer.

He had waited so long for it to happen that now that it finally did he felt like it was ending sooner than expected.Kai wanted to reach his sweet relief just as bad as (Y/N) did at the same time he wanted to punish her for all those times she made him hard and left it like that,not doing anything about it,acting all innocent ,looking at him with those puppy eyes she always pulled when he accused her of something.

“K-Kai I ..I can’t “ she was about to come undone around him ,when he pulled out completely,sweat dripping down his forehead and onto his chest.

“I was going to give it you but then I remembered all those times you didn’t give it to me.” Kai eyed her up and down not sure about what he was going to do to her next.

“I’m not sure if I should tease you until you begg me to fuck you senseless or if I should deny your relief each time you’re about to cum” He bit his lip ,looking down at her,hair messy,cheeks flushed and her arousal dripping down her tigh.

“You look so hot right now (Y/N). I’ve imagined this quite a lot but this is better than anything that I’ve ever imagined” Soft moans tumbled off her lips as she watched him stroke himself a few times before he parted her legs again entering her forcefully,filling her up to the brim before pulling out almost completely only to eneter her again and again.

“I changed my mind.I want to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore”His lips moved against hers hard, sucking the air out of her lungs.Lips swollen and bloody but he still couldn’t stop himself,each time he kissed her ,he craved more and more of her.

Her fingers were tangled in his hair ,tugging on it ,while her hips pushed down onto him ,harder feeling his lenght twitch inside of her and to her surprise he didn’t stop when she begged him to let her cum.He ignored her pleas and went harder and faster each time he heard her moan his name.Kai growled ,pushing his hips up at her so hard she couldn’t take it any longer,it felt so good, her nails dug into his back a little harder as he thrusted up for the last time before cuming inside of her ,his hot sticky cum coating her walls as she came undone around him.He rode her through her orgasm not stopping until he felt her slowly letting go of him,letting herself fall onto the bed.

“You’ll have to make it up to me next time princess.This ended sooner as expected” Kai pulled her close,hugging her tightly while they gazed into each others eyes.

#kai parker #kai parker smut #kai parker imagine #kai parker x reader #fanfic #kai parker fanfiction #malachai parker x reader #tvd x reader #tvdfamily #chris wood #sexy time #long reads #read my fic

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e-of-west-glendia · 4 years

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All I Want For Christmas Is You

(Part two of my birthday fic for the lovely @sirrriusblack) Part 1 & Part 3

Lily (3:09 pm): Where are you guys?? Didn’t Sirius’ plane land hours ago?

James (3:15 pm): yes yes but we went shopping!!

Lily (3:15 pm): James...it’s Christmas Eve...everything should be gone…

James (3:16 pm): Not everything

Lily (3:17 pm): Just hurry up and get back here

James (3:17 pm): aye aye captain

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Lily practically flies at the door when she hears the door handle jingle. The moment James and Sirius walk through the door she’s attacking them both with hugs and questions.

Remus watched from the kitchen, smiling at his friend's enthusiasm until James waved him over.

“What are you standing over there for? Come join the group hug!”

That’s all it takes for Remus to acquiesce, strolling over to his friends and allowing them to envelop them in their group hug. The hug is warm and laced with memories.

James breaks away from the group first. “I’m so glad you guys are back.”

Sirius grins at him, his eyes glittering excitedly as they sweep across the room, his smile faltering slightly when he looks at Remus.

Remus just stares back at him, eyes cold. For a moment Sirius wonders if he should apologize or do something to make amends.

But then Remus says: “It’s good to be back”

And all is well.

~~~~~~~~~

By the time evening had rolled around the Potter house was packed with people. The whole house is practically buzzing, everyone drunk on Christmas spirit. Classic Christmas songs pour out of speakers placed around the house, adding to the festive mood.

It’s a relief to be back, Sirius thinks as he watches Marlene spin around the room, blonde hair trailing red and green streamers. He takes a sip of his champagne, the movement causing his shoulder to dig into the wall he was leaning against.

When he’d accepted the position at the hospital he’d known he was going to be away for months for a training program, but he hadn’t realized how much he’d miss everyone back home. Hell, he’d even missed the ridiculous Bay Area weather patterns. Ok, that was pushing it but still, he was glad to be back.

A tap on his shoulder made Sirius jump violently and then try to play it off as some sort of awkward dance move.

“Real smooth Sirius.”

Sirius muttered a curse under his breath, it didn’t work. He wheeled around to face James, jabbing a finger into his shoulder.

“Well next time don’t sneak up on unsuspecting people!”

James laughed. “Expect the unexpected.”

Sirius rolled his eyes in return, “That’s such a bullshit phrase.”

James shrugged, still smiling. “Works our sometimes, tho.”

Sirius sent him another glare before sighing. “Well you came over here to bother me about something. What is it? Knock over some glasses? Stepped on Lily toes.” A dark glimmer of amusement entered Sirius’ eyes. “Get tangled up in some more Christmas lights?”

James scowls at him and now it’s Sirius’ turn to laugh.

“We never speak of that moment,” James said darkly. “What I actually came over about was Remus.”

Sirius chokes on air. “What?” He pulls his expression into something less surprised.

James bumps him with his shoulder. “You tell me. Something’s been off about you too since before you guys left. I thought I was just reading into things too much last year but now I know I’m right.”

“Nothings wrong. Everything is all good,” Sirius responds, shaking his head with a little too much vigor to be believable.

James levels him with his best dude-I-know- you’re-lying stare before continuing.

“Something is definitely wrong. First, Remus declined my offer for a ride. Then when you walked in the door he looked like he’d just seen a ghost. Plus Lily told me that he was hella spacey all day. What did you do Sirius?”

Sirius splutters indignantly. “Why do you assume I did something?”

James just raises his eyebrows. Every single prank and fuck up Sirius has ever done written plainly in his expression.

“Fine…maybe something did happen.”

James’ face lights up. “Great what hap—“

“Shh!” Sirius says, cutting him off, his eyes cast towards a different corner of the room “Somewhere else.”

James follows his glance to where Remus and Dorcas are talking.

He turns back to Sirius and motions towards the kitchen before heading in that direction.

When they reach their destination, James scans the room to make sure no one is in there with him before closing the door behind him.

James pulls a chair out at the table and plops himself down into it.

“Spill.”

Sirius signs and runs his fingers through his hair.

“The night before I left I was with Remus,” Sirius began. “We’d decided to go out for drinks in the spirit of travel or whatever.”

He slowly starts pacing around the kitchen island, trailing his fingers across the granite countertop. He stops for a second, realizing something, and then turns to James.

“I should probably mention that I—“

“That you’re gay for Remus?” James interjects.

Sirius sends him his second shocked look of the night.

James snorts. “Oh, please, it wasn’t like it was some big secret. We’ve all known for years that you two are into each other, you’re just too stupid to see it. Peter and I started taking bets on when you’d finally get your shit together.”

“You...how— when did you—? Hang on, bets?”

James flaps his hand. “Unimportant. Continue.”

“I— yeah, right, ok. So we went out, had a few drinks, next thing you know we’re—“

“Drunk?” James supplied.

Sirius frowns at him. “Yes, that. Anyways...I offered to walk with him back home and then one thing lead to another and we—“

“You hooked up?!” James practically screeched, leaning over the edge of the table wide eyed.

Sirius stops suddenly, violently ramming his toe into the side of the island, and turning an embarrassing shade of red.

“Jesus shit, James, no. God will you let me finish one sentence?”

James relaxes slightly, leaning back into his chair.

“Sure, yes, sorry.”

Sirius takes a deep breath, eyeing the other boy suspiciously before continuing.

“Right… as I was saying. Things...got...interesting…” Sirius pointedly ignores James’s muttered, “Oo spicy.”

“...and we kissed...”

Instantly James sits bolt upright again. “Are you serious, no pun intended, this is great! I’m so glad you guy—

“...and I left,” Sirius finished.

James blinks at him. “What? What do you mean you left?”

Sirius sighs and leans against the counter. “As in I hightailed it out of there immediately afterwards.”

“You what?” James asks, indignantly. “Please tell me you at least talked about it first.”

Sirius winces and turns away from James. “Yeah, that’s the thing, we haven’t really talked since then.”

James chucks the first soft item he can find (a dish towel) at Sirius, who ducks it.

“The fuck was that for?!”

“You fucking ditched Remus, that’s what! That was such a dick move Sirius.”

Sirius scowls at him, he’s aware that it was messed up, no need to rub salt in the wound.

“I know it was a dick move! That’s why we haven’t been talking to each other, Prongs.”

James just glared at him, arms folded across his chest.

Sirius sighs, his anger ebbing away. “Look, it was raining—“

“It was raining?!,” James yelps. “You could’ve had your very own Notebook level kiss scene and you blew it?!”

“It was raining,” Sirius continues, exasperated, sending an annoyed glance at James. “and I panicked. I knew I was leaving the next morning and I guess I just realized that what happened right at the moment could ruin our whole friendship and I— I didn’t want that.”

He laughs bitterly. “Look how that turned out.” Sirius jumps backwards, pushing himself onto the kitchen island and perching there.

“I think, in that moment, I realized that I could never date Remus. Not long term anyways, it just wouldn’t work.”

There’s a soft click noise that makes both Sirius and James glance are the door, but there’s no one there.

“Why not,” James asks.

“Why what?”

“Why wouldn’t it work?”

Sirius scoffs. “Did you even listen to me at all? I'm a complete shit person. Remus doesn’t need someone like that.”

“Well that was a complete shit move on your part but that’s no reason to completely torch all of your dreams.”

“And what dreams would those be.”

James raises his eyebrows at him, does he really need him to answer that? He takes his friends resulting sigh as a negative.

“You just need to get out of your own head. Talk to him for god's sake. I’m telling you, everything will work itself out in the end and all problems will be solved.”

James pauses for a second before adding: “of course if you weren’t being such a reprehensible fuck waffle there wouldn’t be a problem to solve in the first place.”

Sirius barks out a laugh at this. “Thanks, James.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“No, no I mean it. Thank you.”

James smiles at him, it’s soft and full of love for his best friend. “Like I said, you’re welcome. Although we’d better get back to the party now, people will start to wonder where we’ve gone.”

Sirius nods, hopping off the countertop. “Yeah, that’d be best.”

“Hey, James?,” Sirius asks just before they leave.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck waffle?”

James just laughs, shoving the door open. “Don’t ask.”

#part two #wolfstar fanfic #wolfstar fluff #Christmas things bc why not #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #non-magical au #James Potter #lily evans #marauders

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laemony · 4 years

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What I’ve read in 2019!

2017 2018

Hello! Welcome back to the appointment I’m sure every one of you was waiting since last year (heavy sarcasm)! Fasten your seat belts, it’s gonna be a long ride..

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA, Michail Bulgakov - one of the greatest books I’ve ever read, it has become one of my favourites in a few chapters; I loved the characters, out of their minds the lot of them, I loved this Devil, so nice and generous; I mostly loved the completely natural way with which Bulgakov tells absurd facts; a comedy, but much more than that too. 9.5/10

HEART OF A DOG, Michail Bulgakov - I’m in awe at his style, he’s different from other russian authors; it’s problavly the irony, the grotesque characters, the unusual portrait of life in Moscow after the revolution; I don’t know, but I love it; this book was one weird experience, but I wasn’t really surprised. 8.5/10

THE WAVES, Virginia Woolf - is it a dialogue? is it a pure flow of thoughts? sometimes it seems they’re talking to each other, sometimes it seems everyone’s just thinking by themselves, sometimes it seems both and neither; one moment everything is beautiful, the next life is a horrible mess; is it a novel? I don’t know, it all felt like one big poem and I loved every minute of it. 10/10

NORTHANGER ABBEY, Jane Austen - one of the most frustrating books I've ever read, but I really really liked it; the characters are some various degrees of DRAMA and it’s honestly hilarious to watch; for me, it had the bonus of an unexpected final, idk why really, but I thought it would end differently; cute and so aesthetically pleasing as usual. 7/10

THE BOOK OF DISQUIET, Fernando Pessoa - very well written, I love how each sentence is built and the rhytm of it all, but there’s a hopelessness in the background and maybe I was relating overly, but I don’t want to think too much about what this book says. 8/10

THE BELL JAR, Sylvia Plath - I felt angry with every single character and I don’t like feeling so much while I read a book. I liked it tho, even if I honestly don’t know why. It almost feels wrong to like this book. It got me out of the slump I found myself in during summer screaming and kicking, and I can’t forget that. 8/10

FRANKENSTEIN, Mary Shelley - I’m in awe at the fact that she wrote this book when she was 19; it was everything I thought it’d be, and more. I could find no sympathy for the creature, nor for Viktor (he is so stupid); the atmosphere was heavy, dark, and as miserable as every character (except Henry, poor baby boy I love him), it felt absolutely perfect. 9/10

DRACULA, Bram Stoker - where to begin.. the first 12 or so chapters were very, very, slow, and the style was a bit tiring to me, with all those diaries and notes. BUT, except for that and the vague misogyny that comes out at times, IT IS a great book, a great horror. I loved the Count, finally a villain who’s evil just because, and Mina too, when she wasn’t occupied wondering at how amazing men are and how little women deserve them. She’s never the damsel in distress waiting to be saved, she’s almost more the knight in shining armour.. I’ll shut up, I loved it. 8/10

MADAME BOVARY, Gustave Flaubert - I thought only Wuthering Heights could have had characters so unbearable, but turns out I was wrong. There isn’t a single good person in this book, everyone is either an asshole or a hopeless idiot.. it’s a tragedy, it actually reminded me of Shakespeare, in a sense; everything could be easily solved if people would just talk to eachother. I honestly don’t know if I liked it, it had potential but was a bit boring, it mostly made me angry. 6/10

PARADISE LOST, John Milton - I was probabli in the wrong mood for this, it was November after all, and I must say, it bored me to no end. Really, it didn’t leave me anything except a great relief when I read the last words. I liked a lot the parts where the author spoke, I recoiled every time the others had a dialogue (except, maybe, surprisingly or not, for Satan)... growing up as a woman in a christian family does this to one I guess. 5/10

THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV, Fëdor Dostoevskij - to be honest, I’m posting this without having finished the book, I still have five chapters or so to read, but I don’t have a doubt when I say: I love it. Idk if it’s the AMAZING, INCREDIBLE job the translator(s?) have done but this story goes on so smoothly, not once I felt bored, not once I felt uncomfortable with the style, not once I felt like I wasn’t fully understanding what was going on. It’s so well written that at times I had the impression of being inside the head of the characters, like I was the characters. Idk I haven’t felt like this in a very long time, I knew how he wrote, I’ve read others of his books, but it still caught me by surprise and I can’t say I’m not delighted by it. 10/10

Theatre & Short Stories

THE WINTER’S TALE, William Shakespeare - it was weird, it put me in such an anxious state, at some point I thought everything was going to end in tragedy; my man never cease to surprise me. 8/10

TITUS ANDRONICUS, William Shakespeare - ok..so... I was angry with everyone, I couldn’t feel any sympathy for anyone, except for Lavinia; I honestly don’t know what William was thinking, I don’t know if I should love it or be horrified by it... complete madness it is. 9/10

MEASURE FOR MEASURE, William Shakespeare - let’s say, I’ve always preferred the tragedies, but, as Ju once wisely said, women in Billy’s comedies are simply great; that’s true even in this, Isabella is amazing while everyone else is just.. meh... I can’t shake off the feeling that mr.Duke was bored and decided to cause some useless drama, it’s all very shakesperean. 7/10

THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH, Edgar Allan Poe - do you need a short tale to tell at sleepovers? Do you need a horror story for Halloween night? This is perfect. Short, to the point, fast and terrifying.. or maybe that’s just me and my fear of pendulum clocks lol. 7/10

Poetry

Emily Dickinson - at some points it bored me, at some others I had to stop reading to take a few steading breaths; lovely and so powerful. 8/10

Edgar Allan Poe - not a fan of the man himself, but his poetry is just my kind, you know? it’s so full of love and darkness; I love the rhymes, I love the rhythm. idk, I liked it a lot. 8,5/10

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idolish7rabbitchats · 5 years

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Kujou Tenn: Wonderful Octave Rabbit Chat Part 3

100: Sorry everyone! Momo-chan has revived ☆(>ω・)v

Tsumugi: Thank you for contacting me! Is your phone okay..?

100: It’s fine! It seems it became a little slow because I took too many pictures. I have to get a new one soon huh~!

9: What did you take pictures of?

100: Yuki! He was pretending to give fanservice!

9: Pretending to give fanservice…?

100: Earlier, we were doing requests for Tenn right? So we were playing around with “Do bunny ears” or “Do a wink” and such. lol

100: There were too many moments to take pictures, so I couldn’t stop~!

100: Just Yuki being alive is fanservice!

2: You were taking picture while rabbit chatting? (lol)

8: You are skilled!

7: As expected of Momo-san!

1000: I took a lot of pictures of Momo too.

1000: “Do a staring contest” was the cutest so I’ll send it later.

3: As expected of Re:vale lolololol

Okazaki: I’m really sorry it took so much time…

100: Sorry~ \’’(´∀‵)

T: No, no! The log was also becoming long so I’m glad everyone could take a break!

T: So then, let’s continue with the requests. From Mitsuki-san please!

3: Got it! From me it’s “Tell me your everyday habits”!

3: It’s a little similar to Sougo’s request though. I thought I wanted to hear about your private life!

9: It often gets changed by jobs, but I try to lead a regular life as often as I can.

9: Like waking up at the same time no matter how late I go to bed.

3: Oooh, as expected of Kujou! You are stoic after all huh!

8: Even though you wake up early, you’re a little half-asleep tho (lol)

10: Like you were surprised when you brushed your teeth with face wash before!

9: Aren’t you mixing me up with Gaku?

10: Huh! Was it?!

8: It wasn’t me!

9: [Spoons Pudding Stamp]

1: I wake up before my alarm goes off.

4: Iorin, you smug

7: Iori, you’re always competing with Tenn-nii!

1: What are you talking about?

2: Who even decided we have to get up in the morning. I want to stay in bed forever-.

6: I want to be praised just for waking up.

T: Being able to wake up with only one alarm is an amazing thing..!

T: So then, next is Yamato-san please!

2: From my request, “Please tell me your recommended play if you have”.

2: Sorry, it’s a serious thing. (lol)

9: Heeeh, unexpected. That the request from Nikaido Yamato is the most serious.

3: Because Yamato-san is serious basically.

1000: He’s just twisted

1000: Like a twist donut.

7: What Tenn-nii likes!

7: [Sparkling Kinako Stamp]

2: All outsiders please be quieeeet.

10: Seems like Tenn studied abroad, he could have lots of opportunities to see musicals overseas!

9: So you are interested in plays, not only movies huh?

9: I’ve watched many things from grand musicals to small theatre. Since there are too many good ones, I can’t choose which one’s the best.

2: I don’t mind how many you tell me; it’s more like I’d be grateful if you could teach me a lot.

2: It’s like just my hobby. And I’m also interested in what Kujou likes.

9: What I like?

2: Yeah yeah. I like Kujo’s acting. When you are standing onstage, it’s showy.

9: You’re really straight-forward today huh.

2: I’m always honest tho?

9: I also like your acting. I respect you.

9: I’ll think about what stage Nikaido Yamato would like. I have to be a little serious about this.

T: I definitely want Kujou-san to tell me his seriously recommended play too!

T: Next is the request from Yaotome-san please!

8: From me it’s “How do you want your birthday to be celebrated.”

8: Because it’s almost Tenn’s birthday.

8: Even if I say we should do something because it’s only once a year, he won’t join in.

10: I’m also looking forward to celebrating Tenn’s birthday!

9: What do you think my radio is...

9: First of all, I’m not of an age for being happy about my birthday.

7: Eh! I’m super happy tho?!

4: I’m also suuuuuuuuuper hyped!

100: Me too! (δ≧∀≦)δ

Okazaki: Actually, I’m also a little happy.

10000: I’ll buy cake and such for it.

Anesagi: Should I give you my birthday?

9: Gaku is pushy.

9: But I’ll accept those feelings of wanting to go that far to celebrate me.

8: It’s fine with anything you want to try or what you want to eat.

10: I want to celebrate Tenn’s birthday with all our might! Like what we did before, “KJO main month”...

8: Thoroughly spoiling him huh. It’s been a long time huh.

10: Even if Tenn doesn’t give us a request, we’ll still make it the best birthday! lol

9: You’re really too pushy.

9: TRIGGER isn’t a group to have a cozy relationship right.

3: What are you saying now! TRIGGER is super friendly together tho lol

6: We love our members. Everyone is HAPPY!

T: It seems Kujou-san’s birthday will become a wonderful day!

T: So then, next is Tsunashi-san please!

10: From me it’s “Please tell us the parts you like about TRIGGER”!

10: I thought a lot about what I wanted to ask Tenn or what I wanted Tenn to do but… I thought a simple request would be the best.

10: I totally know that Tenn treasures TRIGGER though!

10: So then, I wanted to hear in words what kinds of things you like about us.

9: That’s a nice request where we can tell the fans about our group’s bond. I can answer with countless things.

10: Thanks! I’m looking forward to it!

1000: TRIGGER really is friendly huh.

100: Both Gaku and Ryuu’s request are straightforward; they love Tenn~!

9: Those words are what Re:vale-san says huh.

8: I think it’s true that our requests are straightforward.

10: I wonder if the members of the group think the same things like a family does! lol

9: It’s not the same tho.

8: That’s not the same isn’t it?

4: You answered the same way tho!

1: They are exactly like that.

T: Tsunashi-san, thank you for the wonderful request that we can see their group-love!

T: To continue, how about we hear a request from Momo-san?

100: OKAY!

100: From me it’s, “Can you guess? Tasting donut quiz!” (ノ・∀・)ノ◎◎◎

100: Sorry to change the atmosphere completely! lololol

9: A quiz about taste testing donuts? That’s the first time I’ve heard of that.

100: Because it’s a quiz I thought up!

7: Maybe, like guessing the flavor of some doughnuts like chocolate or red bean?!

5: If it’s a taste, then it seems he could understand even blindfolded tho...

100: NON NON! That’s thinking too easily!

100: Momo-chan’s tasting donut quiz is about guessing “who made” the donuts, not the flavor~!

100: By the way, I’m planning to have Gaku and Ryuu help me as chefs!

10: Is that so?! I’ll have to try hard..!

8: I’m not good at making sweets tho (lol)

100: It’s fine! When I cook occasionally, people comment that I’m wild★

9: I’ll be eating those wild donuts?

100: Look forward to it! I’m not that confident in the appearance but they’ll taste good!

100: Is what it seems like!

1000: It’s just what it seems like huh.

100: (・ω<)

9: [Sitting Pudding Stamp]

100: Actually, I thought it might be bad to ask Gaku and Ryuu to make donuts. Because I don’t know if you’ll pick my request and all.

100: But even if you don’t pick it, it’ll be OK as a birthday present right!

3: Is that okay to enter without being asked?

100: Of course! WELCOME!

3: Yay! Then, I’ll participate too!

4: How ‘bout the person in charge of eating them?

100: That’s for next time lol.

4: [Pouting Kinako Stamp]

3: I’ll make some for Tamaki too. Lol As a representative of IDOLiSH7, I’ll fire myself up to make the doughnuts!

9: I welcome Izumi Mitsuki’s participation.

10: Then, maybe I should make it with Gaku? Let’s do TRIGGER donuts!

8: Now I feel like we can win.

9: Who the hell would you win against..?

T: I’m looking forward to everyone’s masterpiece doughnuts!

T: So then, last is the request from Yuki-san!

1000: Yeah. For me it’s “Please tell me a smell you like.”

1000: Because Tenn-kun always smell nice when you pass by.

1000: I wanted to try asking if there was anything particular.

5: Kujou-san has a natural, fresh scent.

4: He smells like a soap

9: Maybe that’s a musk-scent. I like that it has a natural scent, I use it often.

9: Because I use moisturizing cream after the bath, so maybe that’s the smell.

1000: Heeh. Which one are you using?

9: I’ll send you a URL later.

7: Yes! Yes! Tenn-nii, teach me too!

9: Riku is also interested?

9: But, if Riku uses it, wouldn’t we have the same smell.

9: And on top of that, things with smells are bad for your body.

7: I can’t use the same one?!

9: Not can’t but

8: Really, wouldn’t it be too embarrassing for Nanase to have the same smell? (lol)

3: Ahh… I might understand a little.. It would feel embarrassing if brothers have something that’s the same, you know lol

1: I’m fine with it.

7: I’m fine too! Oppositely, I’m happy!

9: I’ll send you the URL but get something without a smell.

7: [Smiling Kinako Stamp]

T: Many fans would be curious about Kujo-san’s favorite smell!

T: With this, we collected all the requests. Everyone, thank you for your participation!

7: Our requests being over means that next it’s Tenn-nii’s turn!!

7: [Excited Kinako Stamp]

10: If there’s something you want us to do, say anything.

*T: Do you have a request for us?

9: I don’t have one in particular. If I say it, please be careful with heat and caring about your health. Also be careful with dust.

9: I did give some sort of request but, actually, I don’t wish for anything more than this.

9: For being the the strength beside me, I’m grateful from the bottom of my heart. Thank you.

100: Geeeez! Tenn really won’t say anything selfish! つД‵）・゜・。・゜゜・*:.。

2: You could say something you want. Even though I don’t know if I'm gonna give it to you. (lol)

7: Least, let me say happy birthday a lot!

7: Tenn-nii, happy birthday! Let’s work hard on this month’s radio! I love you!

100: (*・艸・)。+:*◯HAPPY BIRTHDAY TENN+:*◯

5: Happy Birthday. I wish Kujo-san andTRIGGER the best of luck.

10000: Happy Birthday!

3: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Kujou! Expect a lot from the donuts!

4: Tenntenn, HBD----!!!

2: Congrats. Work hard on the radio.

1: Happy Birthday.

1000: Happy birthday. It’ll surely become a good year.

Okazaki: Happy Birthday. Please take care of Re:vale from now on too.

6: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Please pull my request okay?

Anesagi: Happy birthday. You’re about to become an adult huh. I’m looking forward to the Kujou Tenn from now on.

T: Kujou-san, Happy Birthday!

9: Thank you for the celebration.

9: I received everyone’s requests with gratitude. I’ll make it a fun radio, so please listen to it.

10: From us, let us say congratulations to you on that day okay.

8: Think about what you want to do on your birthday.

9: If I pull your request, I’ll think about it.

V2:

10: If there’s something you want us to do, say anything.

T: Do you have a request for TRIGGER-san?

9: Please stand on the same stage. That’s my only wish.

9: I did give some sort of request but, actually, I don’t wish for anything more than this.

V3:

10: If there’s something you want us to do, say anything.

T: Do you have a request for Re:vale-san?

9: Please be top idols. We will catch up, and surely surpass you.

9: I did give some sort of request but, actually, I don’t wish for anything more than this.

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March 14th-March 20th, 2020 Creator Babble Archive

The archive for the Creator Babble chat that occurred from March 14th, 2020 to March 20th, 2020. The chat focused on the following question:

How do you react to readers predicting your plot twists?

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

Depends when they do. A page or two before it happens? Both of us get to feel clever. Yay! Months ahead? Well, obviously the thing I thought a a big twist ain't it, so I get to decide what other thing to focus on. I usually don't change the plot on reader predictions, but I can always change how a twist is presented from "Big surprise! Bet you didn't expect that" to "Well, ain't it neat to FINALLY have confirmation about that thing?"

Funnily, the best plottwist I ever wrote was in my now defunct comic. I thought it was obvious, but my few readers went "WOAH, didn't see THAT coming." So these days I try to just write the story and let the twists fall where they may.

Pistashi

ASDFPHIaewpf a friend of mine was reading my comic and he was making a lot of theories, a bunch of them was way off but he managed to be 100% accurate about one of his theories and I just started laughing nervously when he talked to me about it before it happened in the comic. This was years ago and the thing already happened and it's not a big deal anymore, but at the time I felt proud to write something that was obscure enough to not be on the reader's face but at the same time having someone figure it out after connecting the dots

I have little twists that happen in a more funny way, and it's usually used for comedy, and my readers seem to like it

but that's probably because of the expectations in humor coming from my writing style

which is usually bad puns and character reactions to absurd situations

and I agree witch chalcara, sometimes we can feel like we failed a plot twist when people see it from miles away

which is true, but sometimes even when they figure it out it's best to leave it as it is

I've seen a lot of writers fucking up their stories by changing plot twists that were stablished just because "people found out too early", and retconing a lot of the story in result

like, making a plot twist consists in creating some kind of foreshadowing

to make the twist not seem too forced and taken from nowhere

also to make it rewarding for those who searched deep for those clues

idk I love these little foreshadowing/clues we can leave for our readers

to make the twists even more powerful and meaningful

RebelVampire

I want to second a lot of the above. A plot twist should not be completely unguessable. Because if nobody guesses it, it means to most readers it's gonna feel like it makes no sense and came out of nowhere. The goal of a true twist is to have as few people as possible guess it but then when it's revealed, the reader smacks their head going "how could I miss all these clues."

Pistashi

exactly

Deo101 [Millennium]

Readers predicting things usually makes me lead with "oh no, I'm predictable!!!" And then makes me thing "wait, no, it means they're picking up on the hints I've left behind." Though sometimes it's predictable, like if someone guesses the actions of the next few pages, that's less of the readers picking up on hints and more just guessing right. But guessing big plot things, j think, is a reflection that I'm making things as clear as I need to, and I'm rather fond of it

Tantz Aerine (Without Moonlight)

99% of the times I am delighted if they guess the plot twist. I like it when I feel like my readers are on the same page as me (pun ...maybe not intended?) and see where things are going. Since my stuff is character driven, it tells me they can read the characters and their personalities well enough. However there was this one time when I had intentionally depicted something that was not going to be the historical norm (namely the p-51 mustangs' coats of paint on a cruiser in the opening scene of my WWII webcomic Brave Resistance). A war history buff called me out on it IMMEDIATELY saying "wait, these aren't how they're supposed to be!" and nearly spoiled the entire plot on page 2! I had to DM him to tell him to tone it down, and explain to him why the planes where the way they were. He apologized and stopped, but I'd wanted to throttle him for a while there

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I agree with Rebel re: the purpose of a plot twist. In that sense, though, I don't think my story even has plot twists. There is no moment anywhere in the story where I want the readers to go "how could I have missed all the clues!!!" ... On the spectrum of brainy vs hearty, my story is very close to the extreme end of hearty. Like, think of stories like The Little Prince or My Sweet Orange Tree. Even when unexpected things happen, it's never about the brilliant reveal. The most shocking thing in My Sweet Orange Tree comes out of nowhere, and it works for that book. Heart of Keol is a lot like those two in this regard. Not exactly the same, but pretty dang similar!

So back to the question, honestly? I want people to be able to guess. The usual bane of my existence is the opposite problem: people not knowing wtf is going on. My story isn't supposed to draw its strength from its surprises, so guess away (edited)

eli [a winged tale]

I love it when the reader guesses the gist of the plot twist a few pages just before the reveal. I sort of follow the novel structure idea that the reader should see what’s coming next right before it hits them, hence rewarding their investment in the story. Wild speculations without the clues I’ve planted are interesting. It does make me wonder if I relied too much on tropes or left too big of the crumbs. That being said, I’m not too fussed by readers predicting the general directions of the plot because it’s all about the character reactions. Could they predict that too? Maybe, to a degree. But there are a lot of subtext I try to write in my characters that give some nuances that I feel may entertain even those who guess correctly how the story would go. TL;DR: guess away. Love reading theories. The story is set so I won’t be changing anything big but perhaps layer the reveal with subtleties.

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

I've actually never had readers guess what's coming next. I mean, unless you count obvious, broad stuff (such as "the MCs get together"). I mean, it IS a romance. But in regards to big plot events, no one has gotten remotely close with their predictions (which kind of surprises me, because I drop clues everywhere). To be fair, I'm only a chapter in, so I guess it makes sense. But I am excited for the day when people finally guess

eli [a winged tale]

Same Cronaj! The predictions I’m speaking of are from my betas reading the entire script I love it when then go—- “omg this [plot point] must mean [reveal!]” .... right before the reveal

Feather J. Fern

If anyone does pick out certian plot twists I will be like "Yesssss people do think like me, I am not crazy" XD because most of my twists are all shown from the start through hidden background things so if people found them I am excited they took time and effort to figure out twists

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

I love it. I haven’t been disappointed about it yet, and I don’t think I will be. It doesn’t make me change the twists at all - in fact, I’ve even shifted some story elements around to give the readers even more confirmation that they’re right, earlier on in the plot. I want to reward them with a treat, and now they can revel in their cleverness a bit longer Hee hee.

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

I love it too, but I don't change things to make readers more right like LadyLazuli does. Sometimes I'm tempted to, though! My readers have good ideas!

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

I like plot twists so I like to set a hint of them off early tbh (edited)

but I try not to make it too obivous :3c

tho for those who like to guess, I welcome it. I like hearing folks and their interpretations even if it's not what I'm going for too lol

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

Admittedly, a lot of it is due to the nature of the medium. I know that webcomics take ages to get to major reveals or spoilers - I can wait to totally-confirm things, but I can't wait to... almost-confirm things? I don't want people to get tired or frustrated. I know I've gotten angry at anime shows that take 20 episodes to confirm something we guessed at episode 1, so I like when these things are all but confirmed early on. It can be really fun to know a secret that, maybe, the heroes don't know. It gives an extra layer of STOP, NO, DON'T GO IN THERE! in times of danger

But given my propensity to practically s c r e a m my spoilers to people who I can trust with the plot... a lot of it is just me bursting at the seams wanting to say YES YOU'RE CORRECT.

Patience and restraint. Essential things in webcomics

eli [a winged tale]

Indeed! So much patience needed I do love some excellent plot twists executed just chefs kiss

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

Yes! I just want to tell readers, "Oh God, you're right! Good job!" But instead I usually respond with a ":)" or "I like this analysis!" Which I think is basically just confirming it. But if it's a real life friend? I cannot resist from telling them everything. I've even spilled spoilers in this chat before, trusting that most people here haven't read my comic. Kind of backfired when I reached a major plot point and someone commented, "She's been waiting to bust out this plot point for so long." Oops, guess someone did read my forum posts. But even if I did spoil things in the comments, is it really that big of a deal? I'm the kind of person where spoilers don't detract from my experience of things and sometimes even adds to it. But some people care about spoilers, so.(edited)

eli [a winged tale]

Haha yeah it’s honestly so freeing to just tell someone about the spoilers

Here’s what I have planned that will wreak the readers muahaha

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Past me could super relate to that! But these days I don't really want to TELL people? I'm not sure if that's because I've changed as a person, or if it's because this story is different from my previous ones. That being said, my patience is not infinite. I am itching to SHOW people. Can't wait to get to those Big Scenes

"Big" is a weird adjective here because they're very small scenes in some ways. Very intimate/personal

But... you guys know what I mean. The scenes that every longform webcomicker is dying to get to

Mei

Oh gosh, I agree that plot twists shouldn't be entirely out of the blue, since it's nice to have the hints that give people the crumbs to follow a trail. But like, since I write a lot of these chapters way in advance, and if I had the chance I'd love for them to be readable in one go as opposed to a page per week, I fear that I'm boring people with a predictable punchline? That being said, I get so many comments that predict the end of the chapter or the punchline or the joke. And I'm always like "haha maybe????" but inside i'm like "oh my god, they got me, THEY GOT ME"

Ohh yeah keii I get what you mean

the scenes you're like, checking your watch, checking your current pagecount, and thinking "soon I'll get to draw it, and it will be marvellous"

eli [a winged tale]

Oh gosh those scenes for me are at the finale

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

TBH last time I got to one of those scenes (which was very recent), my anxiety skyrocketed because I was expecting someone to say something harsh. Because it happened in all of the previous ones. But this time it went well, so hopefully the future ones will, too?

eli [a winged tale]

Yay!

Deo101 [Millennium]

I think for me, I worry more than anything that it will ruin things for other readers, rather than me worrying so much about someone guessing right or me sharing spoilers.

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Someone DID say something harsh, but it was right before the actual scene and not about the scene and a lot of people got fed up with their attitude so I felt like it wasn't my fault, lol

eli [a winged tale]

Ruin things for other readers? Oh like someone predicting correctly in the comments?

Deo101 [Millennium]

Also yay! I always get anxiety about those kinds of scenes

Yes, someone predicting Something

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Well thought-out predictions are a lot of fun to read though, as a reader going through the comment section

eli [a winged tale]

I guess I stopped minding it and now embrace it they could be wrong or right and who knows until we get there~

Oh totally!

Deo101 [Millennium]

Oh I don't mind so much, but that doesn't mean I don't worry a bit too!

J like reading them for me, but I still think "I wonder if this will ruin it for someone else"

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Occasionally there are problems with Korean webcomics that were originally webnovels? Because people who've read the novel version sometimes spoil things in the comic comment section, and that's not cool. They're not even theorizing, they're straight up spoiling.

Deo101 [Millennium]

eli [a winged tale]

Oh no that’s bad

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

But if people are theorizing, and the theories turn out to be right, that's all very fun IMO!

Mei

ugh when people spoil things it irritates me to no end. Let people enjooy it for what it is!

and yes!! that's one of my fave things too

Deo101 [Millennium]

Yeah, every reader is different though. I have some people who explicitly have asked me not to share spoilers, and others who kinda beg for them! So I worry if some people don't like to see predictions (I know my dad doesn't like when I guess things in a movie)

Mei

theorising, discussing with other fans, just chatting about what you think may or may not happen

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Sometimes you even see comments like "Hurry up, Konans! I'm too tired to think, so post some good interpretations/theories!" lol (Konan as in the detective... in Korea, it's a term for hardcore theorizers in webcomic comment sections)

Oh, I think movies are different

I don't want any form of verbal remarks while I'm watching a movie

Or like, if I'm marathonning a show with my bro, we're entirely silent except between episodes.

But comment section is like, you have to actually go there.

Deo101 [Millennium]

Some people might be like that for comics, too. Idk. I'm not trying to say i don't like to see theories I'm just trying to think of everything that makes me worry about them is all.

And for me, the biggest worry would be that someone seeing a prediction would make them enjoy my comic less. It doesn't mean I necessarily think it's all that common, but I refuse to say it won't happen I think

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

Personally, I think that's not an issue unless you confirm the commenter's theories

like I've seen theories for things online where my first reaction is "that's dumb, that would never happen" and then it happens

some people will latch onto another person's theory, others will reject it, but i don't think people will take it as a spoiler in advance

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

Yeah, theories are just theories

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I mean I know some people don't even want to hear other readers' theories, but if they are that extreme, they need to avoid the comment section on their own IMO?

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

like... cool, I respect your preferences, but you can't hold me responsible, pal!

Deo101 [Millennium]

Again I'm not trying to say I don't like theories or I don't want them I'm just trying to think of all potential issues with them

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

Granted, I'm one of those people who will scroll through the comments and read theories because I like to see all the smart people reveal the clues to dumb people like me

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I can relate to that

@Deo101 [Millennium] Understandable! Just don't be too hard on yourself for things that you can't control

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

Those geniuses that remember details from 30 chapters ago and somehow manage to connect the dots

Mei

Exactly! The comment section is there, but it's their choice to read it, and also like it's not your fault either? like they're not YOUR comments

haha in our RPG games sometimes people drop character plot hints way at the start of the campaign, and my friend will turn up, 7 months later, " remember when Character A said this? I remember"

and everyone's like "what the heck?!" some people are just detectives

they can see it, they see the matrix

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

Anyway, I love when my readers theorize! I don't believe any reader has guessed any of the major plot twists in the first two books, despite there being enough evidence beforehand to make a guess (closest was "whatever zebugu's doing, it's not evil this time" but not the specifics of what he was doing). Though, if they had, I wouldn't mind, since that's max two years they gotta wait before the reveal (and that's assuming they guess it on the cover page lol). Book 3 is a different beast - strictly speaking, there's enough evidence for someone to predict both twists at the end of the book, right now. And... that may be an issue, given that this book will take over three years to reach those twists. So... we'll see if anyone guesses them. What's weirdest is when people guess things almost correctly with absolutely NO hints. And it's some super specific and minor thing like "Mizuki is secretly the reincarnation of a thousand-year-old dragon". Like... there haven't even been dragons mentioned in the comic up to this point. Nor any events from a thousand years ago. And like, that's not exactly the truth, but how do you get THAT close???(edited)

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

They see E V E R Y T H I N G

eli [a winged tale]

Sometimes it’s a trope thing? But yeah wild speculations can be so wild but so spot on

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

but there aren't any fantasy creatures in the comic, at all!

except a squid with feet!

eli [a winged tale]

Lol whaaaat then yea not sure where the dragon part came from then

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

Sherlock Holmes readers lol

eli [a winged tale]

Yeah detective Conan lol

Deo101 [Millennium]

Joke gone awry

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

basically

Feather J. Fern

Well I mean I have crack theories about random people being random things too so...

I can see where they come from XD

sagaholmgaard

tbh I think my comic is fairly easy to predict as it has a pretty straightforward narrative xD but I don't have that many readers yet so maybe in the future! I would have fun reading people's guesses and predictions :D

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

AAA my readers right now are so accurate. They're so smart. They make me want to post my entire buffer right now and prove them right.

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

I wonder if anyone would be able to predict the next things happening in joe is dead

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

I at least have no idea what's going to happen next but am looking forward to it anyways(edited)

🌈ERROR404 🌈

i know that it's only because TH is still quite new, and I haven't gotten to the meat of the story yet, but i like reading some of the really out there predictions and worries i get in some of the comments lol

AntiBunny

I will never tell someone if their guess is right or wrong, but if they do guess it, it probably means I'm foreshadowing well.

Then again I also find myself writing by the seat of my pants, so plans are subject to change.

kayotics

The original question mentions “plot twists” but I’m never trying to make a plot twist personally. I may intentionally obfuscate things, but I don’t ever try to do wild twists and turns. So when a reader predicts what will happen, I actually don’t mind, and I’m pretty happy that it’s following a logical chain of events. On the other hand, when readers are totally off base, I think that’s REALLY fun.

Cap’n Lee (Flowerlark Studios)

Most of my readers feel that my comics are twisty and surprising, but I often get at least one reader who correctly guesses what will happen, even if sometimes they’re joking or think their theory is wild and out there. Honestly it feels pretty awesome to have a reader shrewd enough to puzzle out the clues, because that means they’re really paying attention. I don’t have a very big audience and most of the time they’re silent, so anytime someone leaves a comment that is carefully thought out, it makes me really happy. As for the times readers joke or wildly speculate but inadvertently hit the nail right on the head, I find those very amusing. I really love stories with well done twists and turns, and so I try very hard to execute good plot twists that have enough foreshadowing to be ‘Aha!’ moments rather than ‘Where did that even come from?’ moments. So I love when readers are both properly misdirected AND when they pick up on the clues and deduce the twist.(edited)

DanitheCarutor

Does my comic have plot twists? I don't really think about it. People have correctly guessed things that will happen in a chapter, someone even guessed correctly on the climax when a character named Daniel was introduced... well, it was more like "I hope things don't turn out like -blank-!". I don't mind, just because they guessed something correctly doesn't mean they know how the story will go for sure, it just means that they're theorizing and that is something I always encourage. I don't think that means the story is boring or predictable either, some people are just really good at that stuff. Even though I don't think my comic is very mysterious/unpredictable it's still impressive when someone pays attention to all the little visual and dialogue details, then guessing correctly about a future event based on them. Nothing more flattering than someone enjoying your comic enough to analyze it.

Lmao! I can't tell you how many movies I've ruined for people because I guessed a plot twist correctly.

Cap’n Lee (Flowerlark Studios)

Haha, honestly same. I’m not allowed to make predictions during movies or TV shows anymore bc I almost always get it right. XD Webcomics I find a bit more unpredictable, though, because most of them aren’t nearly as formulaic as mainstream film.

DanitheCarutor

Yeah! Even if it's not obvious most of the time movies go by a pattern or set of traits, once you learn how they go a film or TV show becomes a lot more easy to figure out right away. The only time I'm stumped is when the movie is really surreal or absolutely awful. That's the nice thing about webcomics in a way. I assume a lot of creators haven't had professional training, and we want to tell a story more than be entertaining to the masses, so stories are less predictable. They don't always go by a formula, which can be refreshing.

Capitania do Azar

Aw man I would love to have some theories, but for the time unfortunately I don't I'm always super curious about how readers interpret things given they don't have an inside view of things

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