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starlordsandrockets · 11 months

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Take a Seat

pairing: Star-Lord/Peter Quill x reader

word count: 2k

summary: You and Peter have some drinks in the Milano's cockpit. This leads to you being strapped into his chair with your legs over his shoulders.

a/n: i'm riding out everyones Star-Lord high for as long as i can. so glad my fics from 4 years ago are finally getting notes lol

(also i didn't proofread so i apologize for any typos)

One of your many playlists hummed through the cockpit of the Milano as you stared out of the ship’s large window. A drink sat in your hand, the glass filled with a comically colored blue liquid, “What’s this again,” You somewhat slur, “Looks like windex, you trying to poison me,”

“And why would I do that, darling?” Peter questioned, “You said you liked blue raspberry, those fruity drinks,”

You turned your head, it spinned as your eyes attempted to focus on Peter, “Mhm,” You hummed, “but why do you get whiskey and I get this,” He made his way towards you, setting his glass down as he passed the low table.

“Because,” Peter spoke quietly before planting a kiss on your lips. His words smelled of whiskey as his rough kiss tasted bitter, “it makes your kisses sweet,”

“Aren’t they always?” You asked. You looked up at the outlaw through your mascara coated lashes, “Shit,” You muttered, realizing it has been another night since you forgot to take off your makeup, “my makeup,” You rubbed your eye, slightly annoyed.

“You look fine,” Peter spoke, “pretty,” He corrected as you stared back at him, “A really pretty girl,” He praised as you took a sip from your glass. A small laugh passed through your lips as you knew how the night would end based on Peter’s behavior, “What?”

“Nothing,” You lied. Focusing on your music, you began to sway to The Eagles as ‘One of These Nights’ hummed off of the metal cockpit. Peter’s hands found their way to your hips, attracting your eyes to your own body. The two of you had been shut away in Peter’s room, waiting for the others to retire to their own rooms. Since you joined the Guardians on sudden notice, there was no room for you on the ship. You did not mind sharing a room with Peter, however sometimes you longed for a space that was not so small and filled with Peter’s dirty laundry.

You were only wearing a large black, band t-shirt, Blue Oyster Cult to be specific, over a pair of black underwear. Peter was not complaining as his fingers slipped underneath the shirt’s rough fabric, falling on your soft skin, “Must feel nice to get out of my room,” Peter spoke, as if reading your mind, “Next stop I’m looking into getting you a seat,” he added, watching your eyes fall on the large seats that surrounded you.

“You mean I won’t be tossed around your room when you’re driving,” You teased, “What a relief,” Walking out of Peter’s hold, you studied his seat that sat in front of the large window before finishing off your drink, retiring the glass.

“Take a seat,” Peter instructed, watching your hands tracing the cold metal, “Might have to get you a smaller size,” He teased, seeing how much larger the chair was than you.

You almost fell into the large seat, the alcohol hitting you more than you thought, “This thing looks like a death trap,” You slurred, hands playing with the buckles that were placed there for safety. You watched as Peter took the buckles from your hands, his palms almost engulfing your fists.

Tossing the buckles to the side, the metal echoed through the pit. You watched as Peter placed his hands on the chair’s arms. His hips swung loosely as he stared down at you. Removing his dominant hand, he took hold of the hem of your shirt, pushing the fabric up over your chest, exposing your skin. The cool air sent a chill up your spine as your nipples hardened at the change of temperature, “Quill-” You stuttered as Peter now proceeded to pull chair’s safety straps across your chest. The thick fabric crossed your body, allowing your breasts to be framed almost artfully. His hands now traveled to your knees, falling behind them, guiding your legs as he spread them apart, slowly, “Quill,” You repeated, watching him kneel before you.

Peter’s lips brushed your skin, barely honoring you with the much needed contact, “What darling?” He felt you squirm in his hold, not wanting to wait any longer for the contact you burned for, “Don’t look so desperate,”

“Shut up,” You pouted as Peter saw right through you, “you’re the one who made me the drink,” You spoke, knowing exactly how you get after a few drinks, “you probably did this on purpose,”

“Well… you get less pissed when you’re drunk,” Peter smiled, taking a sip from his glass, “but you also scream louder,” He added, placing his fingers under the elastic of your underwear.

“S-shut up,” You stuttered, struggling against the fabric straps, “Quill… what if someone comes out here,”

“Then I’ll have to be fast,” Peter spoke, pulling down the black fabric. Watching you struggle in front of him turned Peter on more than he wanted to admit. You were headstrong, always fighting back, so putting you in your place made him want to do so many things to you, “And maybe don’t be too loud then,”

Anxiety pained your chest but it equally excited you. You felt yourself grow wetter as you watched Peter sip on his whiskey between your spread legs. His chair was large, making you feel minuscule and submissive, “Then stop teasing me and hurry up,”

“And do what?” Peter pressed, slowly pulling the fabric down your thighs. Your underwear rolled down your skin in his large hands, “What do you think I’m gonna do to you? Whadda ya’ want me to do?” The whiskey drew out his accent, which went into your ears and straight between your legs.

“I want you to stop teasing me,” You answered before a whimper bubbled past your lips as the cold metal chair cooled the heat between your legs.

“S’no fun that way,” Peter admitted, his hands pulling your hips towards him as best as he could with how you were restrained. Throwing your legs over his shoulders, he stared at the sight before him, “Fine. You’re dripping wet as it is, huh?” With a grin, he moved closer to you. He watched as your hips rocked towards him, begging for any sort of relief, “I think I teased you enough,”

Throwing your head back, it smacked against the heavy metal. Your eyes screwed shut, not only from the pain, but from your restlessness. You felt Peter’s hand trail from your knee, up your inner thigh. You whined at just how painfully slow his touch was as it neared your clit, “Quilllll,” You groaned, “Please,” You sucked in air between your clenched teeth as Peter’s thumb finally began to rub circles on your clit, “s-shit,”

Peter watch as his fingers ran through your wet folds, the slight sounds was orgasmic to him, “Fuck sweetheart,” You wiggled underneath his touch, making a smile curl his lips. A moment later, he brought his smiling lips to your clit. He planted a wet kiss before his tongue began to explore you, it ran through your folds and left wet trails on your inner thighs. His rough hands found hold on your plush skin, calloused fingers digging into your outer thighs. His flat palms snaked to your ass, holding it as his tongue worked you.

Your attempts to hold back the moans that were crawling up your throat failed, whimpers passing through your pressed lips. You were terrified that someone would walk into the cockpit at any moment and see you strapped to Peter’s seat with his skilled tongue working between your spread legs. However, the thought also turned you on slightly.

“Let them hear you,” Peter spoke, realizing your struggling above him, “Maybe if they hear how good I’m making you feel they’ll stay in their rooms,”

“Q-Quill,” You stuttered, however your tone was stern. Your lips returned to a pressed line, afraid a moan would pass through your parted lips. Your attempt did not last long as Peter found the rhythm that you loved, “f-fUck,” You moaned, volume louder than you wished to admit.

“There you go,” Peter coaxed, his tone praising. One of his fingers unexpectedly entered you, pumping in and out at the perfect pace. He paired the slow finger fucking with a faster pace from his tongue, making you grow close to climax without warning.

“I’m… I’m so-so close,” You moaned, struggling behind your restraints but Peter only hummed back in response, the action vibrating against your clit slightly, “Ffffuck,” You moaned, “I’m gonna cum,”

“What was that sweetheart?” Peter questioned, pulling his head out from between your legs, his finger picking up the pace and attempting to keep your orgasm at the brink.

“I’m so close… please,” You studied his expression, knowing exactly what he was waiting for, “S-Star-Lord,”

With an overconfident smile, his lips returned to your clit, planting a wet kiss before he brought you to your climax.

“Fu-fuck- I’m-” You moaned, hips rocking towards his tongue. You matched his pace as your eyes screwed shut, feeling yourself reach the high you had been chasing.

Now comes the part you always dreaded.

You felt Peter keep his pace on your sensitive clit, overstimulating you. You whimpered, unable to flee him as he overworked you.

Once Peter was satisfied, he leaned back onto his heels, “How was that?” He questioned you, watching your eyes slowly open, brows un-furrowing, “Want your own chair? Or do you just like mine?”

Your heated skin was cooled slightly by the chair’s metal as you shifted in the large seat. Your chest rose and fell as you attempted to catch your breath, a small smile curled the ends of your lips, “I… I think I’d like a chair,” You spoke as Peter began to free you, “But only if we can do this again in my own chair,”

“Of course,” Peter laughed slightly, “I’ll make a call in the morning,” His voice echoed off the walls as the two of you realized the music had stopped humming through the Milano.

“I think we should go back to your room,” You spoke, wondering just when the music had stopped and your moans started. Peter shot you a glance, “I think I need a break before we do anything else,” You laughed.

“You can take all the time you need, I can wait,” He took your hands, helping your shaking legs off of the large chair, “So like… twenty minutes?” He somewhat joked as he led you towards his room.

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slushiepizza · 3 months

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dude i miss valentines day confession guy and soft boy winter guy..... IDK not complaining bc we do get a lot of guy audios and I'm super happy for that!! (rest in peace to morgan fans) But also I miss the audios that have more context to them- like with the confession audio we know that he and honey were roommates and what their dynamic is like. with the soft boy audio we know that he has a tinge of feeling insecure and usually does the cooking in the relationship (!!!); there's implied information about him man. the new audios are great and they bring me joy; but also i don't learn new things about Guy, you know- and as much fun as i have making things up about him; i just need a Fresh Fact about the dude- on my hands and knees WHAT IS HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS GAMING BUDDY JIN LIKE?? WHATD HE PITCH IN THE MEETING EXACTLY?? A SCREENPLAY?? A BOOK? WHAT SORTA WRITER IS HE!!!!! he is a stranger and i do not like it but at the same time i 100% understand that he is, in fact, a comic relief character and is unrelated to the plot; it's just kind of my skill issue for falling for the comic reliefs as usual- but I'm always back in the building FUCK

edit : sometimes i snap out of my guy-obsessed reverie and peel back the layers of headcanon upon headcanon i slap on him and wonder what is he. what is his character actually. what is he beyond the title of the pizza guy- he is a husk of a person and theres nothing there

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted guy #redactedverse #slushierambles

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randoimago · 24 days

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Visiting S/O in Hospital After They Got in an Automobile Accident

Fandom: Persona 5

Character(s): Ann, Ryuji

Note(s): So there aren't mentions of how badly Reader is injured in this, but I've seen/read enough accident reports and photos from my job to know that automobile accidents can be terrible. To anyone that drives, please try to stay safe!

Also Idk where the original request for this went so I'm making it in another post here!

Ann

She's in a panic when she hears of your accident. Ann had really hoped that she wouldn't need to visit anyone else in the hospital so soon.

When the nurses let her in, she'll sit next to your bedside and gently take your hand in hers (if she can, depending on how injured you got). Tears are streaming down her face and she can't help a small chuckle.

"I was really worried, you know? What happened?" She'd gently talk to you and listen as you mention the accident (if you even want to talk about it, she won't press for information). She won't leave your side until visiting hours are over, but she'll be right back the next day with flowers.

Ryuji

Also in a panic, but it's less controlled. He wants to visit you but because of him being so anxious and inpatient, it takes longer before the nurses let him. When he does see you alive and breathing, he falls to his knees and breathes the deepest sigh of relief.

"Heard of the accident, had me scared to death," he says and laughs but there's humor behind it as he gets up and goes to sit by your side.

He asks if you're okay then cusses at himself because you were in an accident, of course you're not. Ryuji will then ask if there's anything you need him to do for you. He does pull a bag of chips out of his bag cause he remembers how much hospital food sucks. He really does try to extend his stay, but leaves due to visiting hours being over. He will be back the next day with more snacks he sneaks in and some comics so you aren't bored.

#persona 5 x reader #ryuji x reader #ann x reader #ryuji sakamoto x reader #ann takamaki x reader #tw car accident #car accident tw

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your-divine-ribs · 2 months

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The Devil Next Door Part 4

Words: 2.9k

Introducing a new character, Tom… Van has serious competition ❤️‍🔥

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"Earth to Y/N... are you receiving me?"

The male voice sounding right next to your ear startles you and you jump, letting out a small yelp as you whirl around to find your colleague and fellow nurse, Tom, standing there.

"God, you about gave me a heart attack sneaking up on me like that!" You exclaim, pressing a hand to your chest, feeling your cheeks instantly warm as Tom's lips pull up into a grin.

"Well... I guess you're in the right place for it!" He quips, his whole face lighting up as he nudges you gently with an elbow. Then he adds with a chuckle "Please don't drop dead on me though... at least not until the end of the shift. I couldn't cope without ya!"

Tom's not been working at the hospital for long but in that short space of time he's made quite an impression on most of the staff. He's friendly, hard-working and is always cheerful, a literal ray of sunshine. Even at the end of a nightmare shift when everyone else is practically on their knees he'll appear with that beaming smile on his face, providing some much needed assistance or some light relief. You can't help but warm to him. There's nothing not to like.

A passing doctor calls Tom's name and you take the chance to steal a good look at him whilst his attention's diverted. As he chats with your colleague he absentmindedly raises his arms over his head to stretch out his weary limbs, the hem of his hospital scrubs raising up an inch, showing a glimpse of his tanned, toned abdomen. You suck in a quiet breath.

That's another thing about Tom. He's very easy on the eye.

What is it with you these days? It used to be rare that a good-looking male in the vicinity would elicit more than a raised eyebrow from you. Now you're practically salivating over the sight of an inch of bare skin at your workplace and constantly fantasising about getting mercilessly railed by your next-door neighbour.

Tom turns around and you quickly avert your eyes back to the menu of the hot drink vending machine that you were originally perusing.

"It feels like the never-ending day today," you complain, raising a hand to stifle a yawn. "I swear time's going backwards. I'm so tired. I wish I could just kick one of the patients out of the beds and take a nap myself!"

"Better make that a double espresso then." He nods towards the machine as you slot a pound coin in. "You... errr had a late night then? Been out partying or something exciting?"

"No... nothing like that," you sigh. "It was still a late night though. It's my bloody neighbours' fault, the ones I was telling you about. It was band practice again." You roll your eyes. "It was bad enough when it was just Van and Bondy but now their mates have come to stay. Now there's drums and bass too... the whole lot."

Tom winces sympathetically. "Sounds noisy. Don't tell me you've got death metal blaring through the walls at 2am!"

You giggle at the comical image your mind conjures up of Van and Bondy head-banging furiously. "No, thank god... I hate to say it as Van absolutely does my head in, but the music's actually pretty good. Well... at least it would be if it wasn't keeping me awake after a shift."

A thought occurs to you and you dig in your pocket for the flier Van had pressed into your hand this morning as you'd scowled at him on your driveway. You weren't sure whether you were imagining it but the last few days he'd been going out of his way even more than usual to see you. Not satisfied with winding you up each day after a shift you also found him loitering outside every morning now too, usually under the pretence of putting the bin out or retrieving his post. He was always there, cocky smirk on his face as he greeted you with a hint of a smug kind of flirtatiousness which you tried hard to ignore. You were sure his cocky brand of charm worked on the poor unsuspecting girls that no doubt fawned over him on stage at his gigs, but there was no way that you were falling for it.

"What's this then?" Tom asks as he unfolds the flier, scanning it with a look of puzzlement.

"That's their band..."

Tom shakes his head, grinning. "Catfish and the Bottlemen? What kind of a name is that?"

"Sounds a bit shit really," you scoff, reliving the moment you'd told Van the exact same thing this morning and the satisfaction you'd felt at managing to provoke a reaction in him before he'd even sparked up his first cigarette of the day.

"I actually quite like it," Tom says. "It's different... original. It's the sort of name that gets you noticed."

"Like that prick Van needs any help there!" You reply, scorn clear in your voice. Tom looks a little taken aback and you wonder whether you should rein it in a little. The last thing you want is him thinking you're a complete bitch. You just can't help it with Van. No one else has ever got under your skin quite like him. Even when he's not around you're still thinking about him and it frustrates the hell out of you.

"This Van guy really winds you up doesn't he?"

"Ughh he's the worst!" You grumble. "He's loud, rude and he fancies himself something rotten. He's made my life a misery since he moved in. Honestly if you ever met him you'd know exactly what I meant."

Tom nods slowly, looking down at the flier again before he looks back up, warm brown eyes fixed on you with a hopeful glint.

"Maybe I should meet him," he says. "Maybe we could... errr... go to this gig. You know... me and you... together."

His eyes widen eagerly on the last word, his face scrunching a little with an endearing awkwardness.

Shit... is he asking you out... on a date?

"Errr... well I... errr..." you falter and Tom immediately steps back, shifting from foot to foot.

"You're probably already busy!" He blurts, obviously embarrassed which in turn makes your already pink cheeks glow even more. "I mean, it's Friday night isn't it? I'm sure you already have plans!"

"No!" You hurriedly say, reaching out an arm to rest on his forearm, snatching it back when you worry that you're being too familiar. "I don't have any plans. I'd love to go! I've not been to a gig for so long. I love live music."

Tom's positively beaming now and it makes you feel warm and fluttery inside. "Great... I'll pick you up. Shall we say 7 o'clock? We can get a drink in first then."

Then before you know what's happening you're exchanging numbers with the promise of sending Tom your address, a flurry of excitement in your gut at the prospect of spending some quality time with a warm-natured, handsome guy.

Perhaps this will cure you of this ridiculous obsession you seem to be developing with Van...

❤️‍🔥 Van's POV ❤️‍🔥

"So did she actually say she was coming then?"

This has got to be the third time I've asked Bondy whether Y/N's definitely coming to the gig. My first two attempts have been interrupted by Bob fussing about whether we're packing his drum kit into the back of the van safely and securely.

"For someone who's "definitely not interested in that mardy bitch from next-door" you're awfully keen to know about her plans for this evening!" Bondy smirks, raising both hands up to demonstrate in a quote gesture the exact words I'd spoken to him a few days previously.

Bob's mouth drops open in shock and displeasure. "That's a bit harsh!"

I huff at him before slinging my guitar case into the back of the van. "Yeah, well... you've not met her yet!"

"Don't listen to him Bob," Bondy chips in. "She's a perfectly nice girl. I'm not 100% sure whether she's coming tonight but you're around for a few days so you'll probably get to meet her."

"So what's your problem with her anyway Van?" Benji wants to know. "You just pissed off 'cause you fancy her and she's not interested, huh?"

"No, that's not it!" I say quickly and defensively, so much so that it elicits raised eyebrows and knowing looks from my band mates who know me all too well.

"Come off it mate, it's any excuse to catch sight of her." Bondy laughs at me and then turns to the others. "Caught him out there mowing the bloody lawn yesterday didn't I, just because Y/N was hanging her washing out!"

Benji's face says it all. I've known him practically my whole life and in all that time he's never known me to venture into the garden for anything else other than to have a smoke in my adult years. I relent then, not being able to control the smile that surfaces, laughing along good-naturedly as they tease me, phrases like "don't think you stand much chance there by the sound of things" and "reckon you've lost your touch" being bandied around.

Little do they know. They didn't hear Y/N moaning my name whilst she was getting herself off. They haven't seen the way her cheeks flush and her breath hitches a little when I brush past her just that little bit too close, that spark of heat in her eyes which she tries hard to hide as contempt. She wants me. I know she does. And one of these days I'm going to give her exactly what she wants.

The venue's heaving and I feel that familiar rush as my racing heart pumps the adrenaline directly into my veins. My dad always told me I was born to perform and I reckon he's right. I come alive on stage, it's my happy place. Seeing those elated faces all turned my way and hearing the very songs I wrote in my bedroom as an awkward teen sung back at me with so much passion blows my mind every single time.

You're simpatico, and of all the lifts home and all the mixed feelings

You're cuts above, and you don't own worries or a chest full of heartache

I stride down the stage, scanning the crowd as I go. We're on fire tonight. The lads are all keeping it tight and I'm belting out the lyrics like my life depends on it. The crowd are bouncing as one, a sea of raised arms and adoring faces. If only Y/N was here to see it...

Hold up... that's her… she’s at the back, trying to push her way through the throng but the crowd are that wild she's getting pushed around, they're practically swallowing her up. It's taking me all my restraint not to stop the gig and direct the crowd to part so she can take her rightful place at the barrier. I want her right where I can see her, in my line of sight so I can fix her with a smouldering gaze whilst I rock my hips against my guitar. I know it drives the girls crazy and it's time for me to turn things up a notch, leave her in no way uncertain of my intentions towards her.

I flick my sweat-soaked hair back off my face just as she looks up at the stage and our eyes lock. It's only for a moment but the rest of the room might as well melt away. Her jaw goes slack as the flashing stage lights illuminate her gorgeous face. She looks awe-struck and I'm soaking it up. Just as I expected... she fucking wants me. I can see the hunger in her eyes from all the way up here.

That's all the encouragement I need. I'm going to take my chance and make a move after the show. Drag her off to a quiet, dark corner of the venue and pin her up against the wall, drag my lips slowly over her neck whilst she's squirming against me. I want to hear those moans in my ear, feel her delicate fingers clutching at me whilst I make her feel good... better than any other guy's ever made her feel.

I wonder what she's like as a lover... with all that fire and passion inside of her I bet she's a little wildcat... in fact I bet she's absolute filth. We'd be a perfect match, I just know it.

Fuck... I need to control myself before I get carried away. The last few bars of the song play out and the room's plunged into darkness momentarily whilst we all catch our breath.

Y/N's turned up late to the gig and we've only got a few songs left, but that doesn't matter. It's Business next and that's perfect. I can look her right in the eye when I tell her I wanna make her my problem.

I wanna love you, but I've no time for your friends who can fucking do one...

WHAT THE HELL... WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?

Y/N's not looking at the stage now, she's looking behind her, leaning in close to a guy who's pressed right up against her, gazing at her adoringly like a little puppy dog.

I falter, carelessly forgetting the next line as I try to compute what I'm seeing below me. It's only for a second and the fans don't even notice they're so immersed in it. My eyes flick to Bondy who shoots me a look and that's enough to get me back on track.

Pull yourself together Van! Think about the music... that's what's important here!

I'm still giving it my all but my focus is gone. My mind's a jumbled mass of seething jealousy and shock. I try closing my eyes when I sing to clear away the image of Y/N and the mystery guy, but every time they flick open they're there right in front of me. Y/N's still ogling me for the most part but her attention keeps getting drawn away by HIM as he whispers in her ear or wraps a protective arm around her waist as the crowd surge forward. I suppose I should be thankful that she's got a friend down there to protect her from the chaos as he pulls her out of the way just in time as yet another frantic mosh-pit opens up but I'm not. The bitter taste of jealousy floods my mouth as I spit out my next line.

Cause all I wanna know is just how far you wanna go...

By the time the gig's drawing to a close and I'm picking out the opening melody to Tyrants my shock has faded but I'm still seeing red. I'm determined to play like I've never played before and show Y/N what I'm really made of. Show her that I'm not just some pub singer who caught a lucky break but I'm where I rightfully belong, up on the stage, bathed by the lights.

I twist and I writhe, throwing myself around the stage, contorting my body into ridiculous angles. I'm strumming with such vigour it's a wonder the guitar strings haven't snapped. My limbs are aching and I'm absolutely soaked with sweat, I'm having to blink it from my eyes and my hair's plastered to my face. The lyrics are ripping up my throat like razor blades as they spew forth. I'm putting on the performance of my life and it's not going unnoticed. The fans are going wild and Y/N looks euphoric. She's singing her heart out and dancing like nobody's watching, her eyes sparkling with so much life. Her companion's been pushed aside by the crowd and he's at least two rows back and she's not even noticed. She can't take her eyes off me. ME...

"Thank you very much for having us! We are Catfish and the Bottlemen!"

I shout my closing farewell into the mic, and then it's back to the climatic finish. The whole band let loose, Benji's rousing rhythm, Bob's pounding beats and Bondy's exhilarating riffs all blending together in a cacophony of the most perfect sounding chaos. I'm still going off on one, flailing about like I'm being electrocuted. I'm so caught up in the moment that I don't even realise that I've been strumming so hard that I've sustained a two inch long gash on my index finger that's now dripping with blood. My fingers have been working so hard that they're practically numb, the sensation only beginning to return when I notice the reason why I'm struggling so hard to hang my guitar off the mic stand.

If there's one thing that sends me squeamish it's the sight of blood. I curse under my breath at the sight of so much of it, a shock of nausea wracking me which I swallow down quickly as I steal a quick glance at Y/N before ducking off the stage. She's looking right back at me with awe in her eyes and my potential rival's satisfyingly nowhere to be seen. As stupid as it sounds I feel like I'm limping off the battlefield, wounded but victorious.

Bring it on...

#the devil next door #catfish and the bottlemen #van mccann #van mccann x reader #fanfic #vanfic

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cavalierious-whim · 3 months

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A Bit of Rouge (Wriolette)

Part of 'Just as You Are'.

Clorinde tests out some lipstick on Wriothesley and gets an eyeful unasked for.

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It is not that Wriothesley is a weak man, it is that he is scared shitless of Clorinde.

One wrong word and he’s staring down the end of her gun barrel, effortlessly drawn with a flick of her wrist, the tiniest twitch of her fingers before being held aloft at the perfect angle. Wriothesley is not perfect; he has found himself on the end of that pistol a few too many times, and even if she’d never actually shoot to kill, she’s definitely lodged a bullet in his thigh at least twice.

“Come here,” she says with a curl of her finger, and Wriothesley goes.

Three people—there are three people with this level of command over him. Sigewinne when in a nasty mood, usually seen when Wriothesley has (unintentionally) forgotten to take care of himself. Neuvillette, which—well, for obvious reasons—one bat of those forever long lashes tipped blue at the ends, and Wriothesley is weak in the knees. And, Clorinde, when she needs something, which never bodes well.

She guides him to a chair and forces him down with a strong grip. This is the worry. What is her aim? Clorinde rarely needs something unless it’s taste-testing for poison, or something of a similar nature. “Who’d miss the Duke of Meropide?” she used to tease when Wriothesley was a loner. No one back then, that’s for sure, and even now it’s a strange concept that a partner is waiting for him at home every night. That his sheets are no longer cold, and his mornings drag on with heated skin pressed together. Still, even back then Clorinde would only tease.

“I need your help.”

Right. Those are thoughts for another time. “Ominous,” replies Wriothesley, forcing a terse grin as he meets her face.

Clorinde levels him with a salty-sweet look that dares him to fight back. He won’t. She sees the way he squirms in the chair and her mouth quirks ever-so-slightly. She pulls a metal tube from her pocket and with a twist, reveals a length of red lipstick.

“A new formula,” she says. “I don’t want to embarrass myself out on a date if it’s shit, so let me test it on you.” There are worse things she’s asked of him. Wriothesley lets loose a sigh of relief, his entire being relaxing. “Oh shove it,” she mutters, watching. “You’re acting like I was going to ask to use you as target practice.”

“Sigewinne told you that you couldn’t anymore.”

“What Sigewinne doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Clorinde leans close, resting her knee against the seat cushion right between his thighs to balance herself.

“Hey, watch it—”

“Hold still,” cuts in Clorinde, grabbing Wriothesley's chin in an iron-clad grip.

Wriothesley's eyes cant back to the lipstick which gleams bright red like blood. “I don’t think that’s my color, Cleo—Ow.” He hisses when her nails dig into the meat of his jaw in warning. Right, right, she hates being called that. It’s a hard life for a man whose love language comes in the form of pet names.

He holds still as she sweeps the rouge across the swell of his bottom lip. She hums, tracing his mouth with the red, her hand still and deft as she marks him up. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Wriothesley catches sight of a startled Neuvillette. He looks, face already creasing as he fails to hold back a smile.

“Wriothesley,” hisses Clorinde, tugging his face back and stilling it.

“I’m sorry, just—”

“Ah,” murmurs Neuvillette. He blinks, his gaze sweeping over Clorinde’s fingers against Wriothesley's jaw. Not jealousy, no—but Neuvillette’s expression cools slightly nonetheless. He is unused to close friendships and though he grasps that Wriothesley and Clorinde live to needle each other constantly, the sight of her painting him up must come as odd. “I… shall leave you to it, then,” continues Neuvillette, amusement curling about in his tone.

“Monsieur Neuvillette,” says Wriothesley just as he turns to leave. Wriothesley bats away Clorinde’s hands and stands, nearly teetering over at the sudden movement. “Wait.”

Neuvillette waits, a fraction of a second, just long enough for Wriothesley to latch his fingers around a slim wrist and tug.

The kiss comes as a surprise. They don’t kiss in public, certainly not in the canteen of the Opera Epiclese. Neuvillette is particular about these sorts of things which Wriothesley throws out of the window in favor of feeling tasting Neuvillette’s mouth at that moment.

Neuvillette falters, sinking into it. He sighs against Wriothesley's mouth, relaxing, lips parting ever so slightly to deepen the touch.

Unexpected. Wriothesley smiles, taking the opportunity for all that it’s worth, tongue slipping into his mouth to tease every corner. Neuvillette groans softly, eyes slipping closed. He holds Wriothesley by the bicep, grounding himself. Wriothesley cups his cheek, angling his face back, seeking out more—

And then Clorinde coughs very loudly.

Neuvillette jerks back as if jolted by Electro, eyes wide and tittering with the same sort of nervousness of a child caught with his hand in a cookie jar. “I—”

Wriothesley turns to Clorinde and asks, “How’s it look?”

Neuvillette’s expression turns baffled.

Clorinde hums, looking thoughtful. “Good actually. Not a smudge. Looks as though the saleswoman at the boutique wasn’t talking out of her ass when she said it was ‘completely transfer-proof’.”

“Nice,” says Wriothesley, drawing out the word. “Found a winner for Navia, then.”

“Wriothesley, what on earth—”

“The lipstick, Sweetheart.” When Wriothesley turns back to Neuvillette he laughs at his curled expression and the way his mouth tightens at the pet name. Perfect. “Clorinde was testing it out on me.”

“Also,” says Clorinde, “never subject me to watching such a display again. I only have one set of eyes.”

Wriothesley snorts, giving her a teasing, half-slitted smirk, to which Clorinde responds with a very rude gesture. Neuvillette looks appalled, unused to seeing her stripped down and lacking propriety. As far as he’s concerned, Clorinde is the picture-perfect example of polite and poised—everything that a Champion Duelist should be.

They watch her pocket the lipstick and leave. Neuvillette still holds Wriothesley by the bicep, rooted to place.

“Hey, there,” murmurs Wriothesley, dipping in close. “How about another kiss?”

“Wriothesley,” warns Neuvillette.

“The damage is already done. Everyone’s already seen. Why don’t we really put this lipstick to the test, hm?”

Neuvillette doesn’t pull away. He watches Wriothesley with a serene expression, thumbing over his bicep and tracing the muscle there. “Wouldn’t somewhere more private be a more prudent option if we were truly to test the integrity of the lipstick?” His tease shocks right through Wriothesley who suddenly cannot unthink about pulling him into an unused office and making out there. And Neuvillette knows that look on Wriothesley's face. He tilts his face up with a soft, complacent sigh.

Wriothesley knows a victory when he sees it. Neuvillette rarely grants him these opportunities to show him off as a partner. This time when he kisses Neuvillette, he keeps it chaste and sweet, unwilling to push his luck. It lingers, soft, gentle pecks until Neuvillette pulls away.

“It is not unhandsome,” he murmurs, reaching up to press a thumb against Wriothesley's bottom lip.

“Oh? So it goes with my wrinkles then?”

It is Neuvillette who then pulls Wriothesley into his office. And yes, they test the integrity of that lipstick—enough so that Wriothesley could likely publish a paper about it.

#Cavalierious Fanfic #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin #wriothesley/neuvillette #wriolette #just as you are

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 3 years

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Kasey, so I had a whole idea/scenario that you needed to hear since I knew this dream would be a nightmare for Oikawa and I know how much you love him 💀 Absolutely based off of the jealousy fic you wrote lmao

So imagine dating Oikawa for a few years and having a younger sister move to Japan for Uni and finally getting to meet you're awesome bf! 😊 And it's a relief because they hit it off really well and your sister is already asking things like "When's the wedding? I'm invited, right?" or "Hey so does Toru have any hot friends? Asking for myself 👀" and it's going really well and all that jazz.

Then after getting settled in you guys all decide to go to a live volleyball game after some of the earlier ones ended to get your sister into the sport (which she does ofc) and while everyone is about to go she heads off to the stands to get a souvenir but is gone for a while. You guys look for her but she's not at the concessions stand??? Wtf?

And after a bit of searching you guys head towards the restrooms because maybe she's there and lo and behold there she is! And...oh. You see Toru's mood start to sour because she's she's taking pictures with Ushijima? And chatting his ear off???? Like you knew she was really friendly and all but he's 1. kind of a big deal and 2. your bf hates his guts, so to avoid a conflict you go over to get her and have a brief, terse interaction with Ushijima and the glares exchanged between him and Toru could be cut with a knife. Except your sister doesn't know any better and is just happy to be speaking with a real VBall player! 😲

So Toru tries to explain to her to stay away from that "Ushiwaka bastard" and tells her (with varying degrees of hyperbole) how much of a boring, self-righteous prick he is, and she's a bit down since he didn't seem that bad, but eventually you get her to agree to drop it.

Over the course of a few months she weasels you guys into taking her to more VBall games and she eventually begins to become a huge fan of the sport - so much that when she announces she wants to switch her major to Sports Psychology (to become a sports psychologist) it catches you guys off guard?? But you're happy anyways!

Except a lot of the games she goes to feature the Adlers, and almost every damn time you guys keep running into Ushijima and at this point Toru refuses to go with you guys to any games if the Adlers are playing lmao! Which hurts your sister's feelings, she was trying to understand the sport better so she and her future in-law will have something to talk about 🥺 But you reassure her that Toru and Ushijima just don't get along and then she hits you with, "But Toshi doesn't seem so bad 🥺 He's just a little awkward..."

And you need to pause because WHAT. THE FUCK. "TOSHI"? YOU GUYS ARE ON NICKNAME TERMS WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN????

And when you tell Toru he LOSES IT. Like, making more plans to keep her focused on her degree, taking her out to the movies with you guys, literally ANYTHING to keep her from speaking to that Ushiwaka Bastard like wtf. Eventually you guys come up with a plan and foist Hajime into the mix because according to Toru, "He had to take a lot of the same classes as you, y'know~! Iwa-chan studied in America too! Oh, and I think he's single as well, aren't you Iwa-chan??"

But of course this backfires HORRIBLY because Iwaizumi is such a stand-up guy and he likes your sister...as a friend 😔 He actually starts to see her as his own younger sibling so he's kind of a pushover for her lol And even though he also cannot stand Ushijima, he's worked with the Adlers before. And when she finds out she hits him with her puppy eyes 🥺 and wants to know if he has Toshi's number still and he does, and then he kinda...caves. Iwa's a sap LMFAO 🥴

Some more months go by and when your sister reveals that she's been seeing someone you're like 👀 Ohhh~ And Toru and Iwa are like 😠😡 Like they HAVE to meet him and interrogate him, and your sister pulls you aside and lets you that yes, some time along the last eight months she's been in Japan she's asked Toshi on a date and he agreed?? And you kind of short-circuit?! LIKE BITCH WHAT THAT WAS THE WORST PERSON OML-

So you try to tell her this is a horrible idea but then she kind of sheepishly mentions that on their last date - their third one?!?! WHEN TF DID THIS HAPPEN - he actually mustered up the courage to ask if he could kiss her and they did, and on one hand you're worried about Toru and Iwa's reaction and on the other you notice your sister has a TON of pictures, his name in her phone has hearts all over it, the lockscreen is a selfie of the two of them and it shocks you that he's smiling and she just looks so in love.

So you both agree to tell the guys...at a later date.

Well later means two months later because while you and Toru are out on a coffee date you both happen to catch your sister and Ushijima out on a coffee date as well (figures, you both love coffee dates lmao).

And the look on Toru's face when he sees Ushijima pull a chair out for your sister (and his at this point 😤) and when he gives her a quick peck on the lips just a couple of tables away is a mix between terrifying and comical.

And the look of absolute HORROR on your sister's face when she sees you guys is also borderline comical.

So ever the sweetheart, your sister decides since the cat's out of the bag she wants to try to reconcile Toshi and Toru's relationship and make it a double date 💀 And she is trying her BEST to make the best out of an awkward situation but Toru is just fuming because he can tell they're holding hands under the table and he HATES IT.

Literally while the guys are engaged in a staredown where if looks could kill there'd be a genocide she's carrying on the convo almost by herself and is trying her hardest to keep the guys engaged and is taking turns complimenting them and IT'S A MESS-

(Whew! I had to get that out lmao! That idea was in my head for a WHILE OML 😩)

I love this whole thing. I can imagine Tōru just losing his shit when he finds out that the love of his life's sister is dating Ushijima of all people. He'd be a scheming little bastard and do anything he can, absolutely anything, to break them up. Feelings be damned, he does not want to some day possibly be related to Ushijima in any way. Tōru would not enjoy that double date and he wouldn't even try and pretend like he could. He'd probably kick Ushijima underneath the table and say he didn't do it and "(y/n)'s leg must've had a spasm, huh love?" and you just sigh and say "Sorry, I've been having knee problems" because even if Ushijima doesn't believe it, Oikawa is childish and there's no way around that

This was adorable, I love it ❤️

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prettyandsarcastic · 4 years

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when you have to be both.

herald/sidestep

1,997 words

"Can I ask you something?"

Herald's question is whispered into the darkness of his bedroom, so quietly that January almost misses it. It's asked gently, softly, the way someone would speak to a spooked animal - and if that isn't just an apt description of January she doesn't know what else would be more fitting.

His mind is a nervous, curious hum, almost vibrating against the walls of her mental shields. But there's a fear there as well, pawing plaintively behind the anxiety.

She wants to tell him no. Because that's what got her into this situation, into Herald's bed, in the first place. A simple favor asked with too endearing, nerve-flushed cheeks and a bright, hopeful smile.

She wants to tell him not right now. Because she wants to forget, just for a moment longer, about the world beyond the edges of this bed. Wants to curl up into the solid warmth of him and pretend they're just Daniel and January.

Instead, January takes a breath and replies in the same way she doomed herself those months ago: "Asking's free."

The inhaling breath that Daniel takes is as much for courage as it is for time. His mind is now a flurry as possible reactionary scenarios to his question flit across his thoughts like a flip-comic. His best case scenario is that she'll have a similar breakdown to when January revealed her tattoos to him. His worst case is that she will leave and he'll never see her again.

"Please," Daniel begins and January hears him lick his lips in the dark. "Don't… don't feel like you have to answer, but… how are you different… from the — others?"

The others.

She knows without clarification that he means the other ReGenes. The ones who could not possibly be mistaken for anything near human with their blue-grey skin and full bodied sickly orange tattoos. Meant to stand out, be seen and feared, used and recycled or discarded when they outlived their usefulness.

Not like you.

The blanket pools at January's waist as she sits up. And the room begins to spin as she drops her head in her hand, tries to keep the panic from crumpling her lungs like tin foil. Sweat starts to dampen her hairline, is beading on her upper lip and she's terrifyingly aware of how heavily she's suddenly breathing. Her throat is achingly dry when she tries to swallow and desperately wishes she had a drink. Whiskey, bourbon, scotch, anything to burn out the bile she can already taste at the back of her tongue.

January is desperately trying not to feel the chill of an exam table against her back. The sharp, biting pinprick of a needle at the bend of her elbow. White noise static loss of feeling in her fingers and toes from too tight restraints. The weight of sensors and their cords attached to her skin, itching with adhesive. The too clean scent of disinfectant, antiseptic overpowering the metallic tang of blood, the sour smell of sweat. Whirs and beeps and the humming of machinery drowning out the cacophony of detached, methodical thoughts —

Daniel's hand is suddenly warm and real against her back, splayed across her shoulder blade, the tips of his fingers fitting between the notches of her spine. "Hey," he breathes. "It's okay. January, come back to me."

She focuses on the weight of his hand on her, the navy tinted, apologetic concern of his thoughts. The ridges of certain scars beneath the pads of his fingers as he soothes his hand across her shoulders before he cups the back of her neck. If he can feel her trembling and the sweat slick on her skin, he doesn't acknowledge it.

"I'm sorry," he says when she seems to, finally, calm. "I shouldn't have asked."

January shakes her head, takes a deep fortifying breath. "Don't be, it's alright," she replies, and if her voice is a little wrecked, a little brittle, well...

And maybe she says it's alright because there's no malice in his thoughts. No disgust - no, never that and never because of her or anything she would ever tell him (and if that thought doesn't just make her want to laugh out loud because he has no idea). There's a definitive divide in Daniel's mind between her and the others even without January answering his question. Just as he had made the divide between Sidestep and January.

ReGene. January. Sidestep.

Three faces. Three masks. Three divides. She's not sure how much more Daniel can separate the pieces of her identity before the person he says he loves isn't even her. Before that person in his head becomes something he wants her to be rather than the person she is…

Before he starts to look at you like Ortega does. With the weight of too many expectations.

She can’t even make the distinction between her masks that Daniel can. Not anymore. There are too many threads that she has to keep separate and they keep getting tangled and twisted into knots. And one day she’s going to get caught in her own spider’s web of lies and deception. ReGene. January. Sidestep. Jane. Enyo. She is all of those and more. And yet, perhaps, maybe none of them at all because she’s never had the true freedom to discover who or what she might really be.

January can't fault him for his curiosity even though she knows that she should. After all, it's not everyday the person you're in love with tells you that they're not even human. She also knows it would be better in the long run for them both if she shoved him away with all the violence trapped behind the prison of her ribcage.

But you tried that already.

"I'm… valuable," January finally says on an exhale.

She sees Daniel shake his head out of the corner of her eye. "January, it’s okay you don't -"

Her fingers, gentle against the plush of his lips, cut him off. Her hand is a ruined mess compared to beauty of him. Long fingers that would be elegant were they not crooked from fractures that healed wrong or the scars on her knuckles and the jagged, chipped polish of her nails.

"It's okay," she assures him.

Daniel nods, his mind going soft and golden like sunrise so overwhelmingly relieved that she hasn’t run, hasn’t tried yet again to push him away. His expression remains neutral as he takes her hand, kisses the scar on her palm that itches when she’s stressed, then lightly over the pulse fluttering beneath her wrist and the haggard scar there as well. He’s not certain he could bear to be parted from her now.

“Okay,” he replies. “Tell me.”

So she does, haltingly at first, then with more confidence if not with more detail. It’s more a bullet point summary because truthfully she can’t bring herself to give more details. There’s things Daniel doesn’t need to know, things January doesn’t want him to know. She doesn’t want to add even more fuel to the raging wildfire of anger his thoughts have become.

Daniel never moves to comfort her, or try to reach out and touch her again as January speaks; just sits quietly, holding his rage softly inside himself even if she can see it hardening his eyes and tightening his jaw. And even though there’s a whirlwind of questions in his mind, he never asks them, never pushes her for more than she’s willing to give.

Not like Ortega who asks and pushes and insists because he doesn’t know how to give up without a fight and everything he’s ever let go of has bruises from how hard he holds on. Because he wants everything to fit into the image he has in his head, wants to fix everything, fix her. And it doesn’t matter to Ortega how much he cuts himself on all her sharp edges trying to piece her back together.

“And… that’s it,” January finishes rather inelegantly.

“So I take it that January isn’t your real name?”

The absurdness of the question startles a laugh out of her. All the things she had just told him and that was his first question. Relief trickles down her spine, something warm and comforting curls in the pit of her stomach like a content cat. And Daniel smiles, laughs with her, beautiful and so full of adoration for her that for just a moment she hates him. Why should he still love her even now?

“No, it’s not. They never gave us names. It was January the first time I escaped.”

“And Moreno?”

She shrugs. “Saw it on a highway sign.”

“This is why you never officially joined the Rangers.” It’s not really a question.

With a sigh, January lays back against the pillows, but turns to look at Daniel. “I wouldn’t submit myself to the background check because I knew I wouldn’t pass it.” Idly, she lifts her hand, contemplates the freckles and the scars, and her crooked fingers. “There are so many things that bear my fingerprints, things I don’t remember.”

And then there are things she does remember, like shattering Herald’s knee.

“Not to mention,” she continues, “if I had done the background check they would have found me that much faster. If they catch me this time... I don’t think I’ll be able to escape again.”

And when it comes down to it, isn’t that why she’s doing this? Why she let Sidestep rot at the bottom of the grave they dug and rose up again as Enyo? Because January won’t let The Farm get a hold of her again and there are no limitations or rules to hold her back anymore. She’ll drag their dirty secrets through the streets with bloodied hands for everyone to see…

And what are you willing to sacrifice to see it happen?

Daniel’s hand finds hers, strong, warm fingers threading through hers. “They’ll have to go through me first,” he insists.

“They will,” January answers, her voice flat. “They can and they will.”

The bed shifts suddenly as Daniel moves and then he’s over her and January shifts until her knees bracket his hips. There’s that brief flash of instinct she has, the points on Daniel’s body she needs to hit to escape, but she forces it away and blinks up at him. His eyes are intense and so, so blue and his thoughts are all the metallic steel color of stubborn determination.

“You don’t get it. I won’t let anything happen to you,” Daniel says. And he has that look on his face again, the hard set one that he sometimes gets when they spar. He means every single word. “I won’t let anyone or anything take you from me, January.”

“Daniel -”

This time it’s his fingers, soft against her lips that stop her. “No,” he tells her as his hand moves, fingertips caressing the angle of her cheekbone, brushing against the bruised circles under her eyes. “I love you.”

January sighs, if only to keep herself from giving in to the stinging at the corners of her eyes. He’s ridiculous, but he loves her and he would do anything to keep her safe and in his arms. He won’t hear her tell him how he can’t protect her, can’t keep her safe, that he won’t have a choice when The Farm finally comes for her again.

She rises up on an elbow, catches Daniel in a kiss that he eagerly returns with a soft sound. She’s not sure if she loves him, and if she does, how would she know what love feels like? Perhaps they made her incapable of it for all she knows. But she does know that her heart hurts, feels fit to burst when Daniel presses her back into the mattress and his hands start to roam.

You are going to ruin him.

… Maybe. Lover or enemy. Hero or villain. Human or monster. She has to be both.

what is more unfair than having to choose between being a monster or being a hero?

(- when you have to be both.)

when you learn that the road to hell is paved with more than just good intentions. - you are not heads or tails; you are the coin

m.a.w

#fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero: retribution #fhr sidestep #fhr #fallen hero sidestep #fallen hero #fallen hero herald #herald x sidestep #flystep #january moreno #kay writes

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werifestaria · 3 years

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Hi I love your blog layout it so tidy!! Also would it be alright if I got a bnha matchup please?. My pronouns are she/her and I'm bisexual. My personality type is ISTJ, I'm a sagittarius sun, scorpio moon and libra rising. To the public I'm pretty closed off/reserved but with my friends I'm brave, loyal and love to laugh. I don't trust easily and I'm pretty cautious of everyone so I try to keep out of the way.

My hobbies include gymnastics which I did competitively and won a few medals, I also do figure skating and have leveled up pretty quickly at that. I workout everyday because even though I dont compete now I still want to improve and if anything I'm better now than I was back then.

I like indie music, horror movies mainly psychological, nature and wildlife and the peace and quiet it brings. I hate loud, busy places, untidy, dirty things and people messing up my routine.

My love language is quality time like I just wanna be around that person a lot. I think the love language that speaks to me most is probably also quality time, like the fact that they would want to be around me willingly seems so unfamiliar I love the idea of it. Also words of affirmation or physical touch, I'm awkward at giving those but receiving them would make me melt cause I'm not really used to any of it. My ideal dates are simple things like going on walks at like 3am or dancing in the livingroom or movie nights just cheap simple things like that.

hope that's okay sorry it kindof long :)

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐚

Thank you so much for one of our first requests! We appreciate your love for the layout as well!! Tbh, I spent multiple hours straight getting it just right, so it’s a relief people find it pretty- and also, Scorpio moon gang! anyways, I hope you enjoy your matchup from me! Have a lovely day, hun

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 . . .

𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 !

runner-up : hanta sero

Easily, Kirishima is one of BNHA’s most easygoing, compassionate characters. His heart is big and always in the right place. Based off of your description and his own array of traits, I think he is the perfect character for you! Like, almost a little too perfect. A Sagittarius and a Libra (Kirishima’s sun sign!) are said to be very compatible and harmonious. Even better, it’s also said that people are often drawn to others who have their sun sign in the ascendant—Kirishima being a Libra sun and you being a Libra rising! To make things even more fantastic, perfect, and everything in between, Kirishima’s MBTI (according to The Personality Database) is ESFP. Guess what? ISTJ’s and ESFP’s are said to be extremely compatible! Of course, he’d find your inner demeanor to be extremely attractive. As he is naturally social, he wouldn’t mind your reserved nature and would pursue you in both friendship & romance regardless. Your outer shell would only lead him to appreciate your comical inner-self even more! He’d greatly admire your bravery and loyalty as well—it’s not something you see often anymore, after all. He’d try to bring the best out of you as naturally as possible, letting you do the same to him. Easily, he’s the most supportive boyfriend you could ever get! This man would adore you with patience, admiration, and sheer love, all with his own cheesy, dorky flair. I imagine Kirishima is careful in love, yet just as bold as the sun. He’s grounded, but on his most passionate days, his admiration can never be paralleled. You’d simply make him weak in the knees with every glance you’d spare him!

𖥸 Your music taste simply infects him. Imagine him listening to indie music with you 🥺🥺 your head in his lap as he plays with your hair- omg!! he loves to just sit and vibe with you. Nothing can compare to the fun you have on your chilliest days- he loves spending time with you in little ways like that

𖥸 Workout dates!! He’s infatuated with you for many reasons, but one of them is because you work out. The dude literally thinks it’s the coolest thing in the world and he adores working out with you. It’s easily his kryptonite lol

𖥸 Kiri has no concept of grace, so he is extremely impressed with your gymnastics and figure skating skills!! He could watch you do your thing for hours tbh. Like, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. In fact, I think he’d try to incorporate more nimbleness to his moves even though such a feat is kinda difficult when you can turn into rock. You gotta give him some credit tho- we all know he can be a little too opportunistic!! Just imagine him tripping all over himself because he wants to be nimble like you- that little blush on his face as he apologies for being a dummy- aww 💕💕

𖥸 Simply the king of casual dates. Sure, he’d love to spoil you with the stars and more, but he knows you like it calm- fr, you two are actually the cutest when it comes to staying up late and just messing around with no care in the world 💕 also, nature dates? Small picnics in the park?? I bet he’d love to go hiking with you. He likes to point out cool flowers or pretty weeds whenever you two are outside for even the shortest amount of time

𖥸 He loves watching horror movies with you.. even though they scare him a little bit LMAO- but just cuddling with you as your favorite movie plays in the background is simply heaven to him. Maybe you can turn him into a psychological horror buff!!

𖥸 He is also the king of words of affirmation~ the dude loves to remind you about how much you mean to him and how confident you make him feel within himself

You two really are couple goals imo 💕💕💕

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡

Gahhh!! I was so excited to ship you with someone!! Thank you so much for requesting!! Also! Don’t worry about long bios in your matchup requests! The longer they are the more mod Ara and I can assess who’s best for you! Its definitely preferable. I hope you enjoy who I match you with. ^w^

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 . . .

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𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨 !

runner-up : hanta sero

In my opinion, I feel that Mina is the perfect match for you!! First lets get some compatible basics out of the way. Like our good friend Kirishima above, Minas MBTI is also an ESFP (according to the personality database lol). As we know, ESFPs tend to be the most compatible with ISTJs. To add onto that, Mina just so happens to be a Leo!! Leos and Sagittarius's are often compared to soulmates and having a twin flame like connection! It’s a little scary how well you two fit each other, personality dynamics and all. Though you may have been cautious and quiet at first meet, Mina most likely pestered and wiggled her way into your life! She loves making new friends anyhow, and saw no issue in going out of her way to talk to you every chance she could. Now becoming your girlfriend later on would just be an added bonus for her! You better believe she finds your bravery admirable, it drives right up her alley. The two of you would make an absolute power couple, even a fan favorite!! Often, she’d make jokes or even play along with ones that you make in return, just to be able to hear your laughter. It fills her stomach with butterflies and she’s near falling apart at the seams with every melodic giggle. Get ready to be showered in compliments and praise, that’s this girls specialty, and she’d happily fluster you any day with her sickeningly sweet words.

𖥸 Mina would probably ask you to spar with her a lot. Practicing new moves and quirk related techniques. God knows she loves staying active, and doing something she deems this fun with someone she loves. It makes the moment even more worth while. With your experience in gymnastics, you’d find that you’re able to run circles around this girl with your skill. Afterwards she’d probably offer a massage to ease any sore muscles.

𖥸 Now as much as Mina would probably prefer a night on the town as a date, she would not think twice about choosing a secluded casual option for your comforts sake. Be that stargazing or even staying in to watch one of those horror films that you love oh so much over popcorn and sodas. (She’s actually terrified of them, and has a weak stomach, but she’d never tell you that.)

𖥸 Aimless car drives. Picture the sun setting, painting the sky in a soft pink and an orange hue flickering off of the distant buildings. Your preferred indie song blaring through the speaker while the two of you belt out the lyrics. Neither of you can hear each other over the sound of the wind rolling in through open windows, or how high she cranked the volume. You’ll definitely have to be the one to turn it back down, she can’t help but love loud music, even if the music wasn’t intended to be loud in the first place lol.

𖥸 Don’t be surprised if she comes to you one day with a gift bag in hand. Every time she goes into a store she has to come out with something that reminds her of you. She’s not even aware of it either until you point it out. This could range from something as simple as your favorite drink to a giant teddy bear that she claimed resembled you. The possibilities are endless.

𖥸 My word is she in love, infatuated even. That one night she caught you dancing about in the kitchen, probably making a late night snack, she couldn’t look away. In fact, she still thinks about it from time to time. How happy and carefree you looked lip-syncing the lyrics, in the silliest kinds of pjs you owned. She tried to sneak her way in, trying her best to not to make you jump in surprise, though she probably failed with how eager she actually zoomed in. Her love for dancing couldn’t go unnoticed here, oh no, not now. She brought you in close with a twirl under her arm, her smile the widest you’ve seen it. Her flirty nature, only for you, had her compliments laced with sugar and honey. Who knows how long the two of you spent dancing and goofing off to your playlist in that darned kitchen.

Gosh the two of you make me squeal!! There’s absolutely no way you aren’t made for each other!

𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 !

#𖥸 werifestaria matchup.#𖥸 matchup one.#𖥸 mod ara.#𖥸 mod peach.#matchup #bnha matchup #bnha kirishima #bnhamina

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hissairi · 4 years

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Congratulations

It's the first time I've ever written anything related to twisted wonderland so I hope you enjoy it.

It is inspired by the movie "the corpse bride" and an episode of ranma 1/2

I apologize if it is not well written as English is not my main language

It was true that you loved idia from the first moment you saw him in nigth raven collage, his very shy way of being had captured your attention, and now here you were hiding next to Grimm, watching how ace, riddle, ephel and rook were trying to convince that unfortunate bride to marry one of them and put on that magic ring.

Although she had stolen from the person you loved to marry him as he was her "ideal prince ", which you also were, you were not angry with her, after all it was not her choice to die before finding the one who would be her prince, and it was not her fault to be wandering like a ghost without being able to find peace, you just couldn't hate her and even the idea of sealing her with a ring made you completely horrible, you felt sorry for her, But you also didn't want her to take idia's life, maybe you even felt a little jealous, but it's not that you could do much, now all your hopes were placed in your friends, it's not that you could do much, after all that girlfriend named eliza had already rejected several of your friends, and it's not that persuading a girlfriend was an easy task.

But as if fate wanted to reward that little bride for her long wait, your friends couldn't win her, your face was horrified to see riddle slapped hard and letting that magic ring fall off his hands when he was so close to putting it on, the ring all the way to where they were hiding looking at the whole show, this was wrong, well, it was worse than wrong, not only your feelings for idia but her life were at stake, The reputation of the school and poor ortho who loved his older brother.

Your face had a feeling of sadness, you wanted to help him, you wanted to be able to solve this, you wanted the bride not to suffer anymore, but the fact of wanting to do something is not enough, you also have to act, but if your friends, who were excellent magicians (well most) had fallen under the seal of the ghost bride, who would trust that you a simple human without magic, could save not only one of your best friends but also the one you loved, your face had no expression in space. Just looking into the void.

But just the mention of a single prayer made her heart collapse, "let the ceremony begin." those words made time stop... Time was what was needed to stop this madness, because it was 11 at night, I only had one hour, an hour that would last the ceremony to get married at 12... With all the pain in your heart you knew you couldn't do much for yourself, "come out of here Grimm, we can't do much here" you said while with a sad look you looked directly at idia, as if you wanted to apologize to him, you took the ring between your hands and turned away from the place.

They walked at a slow pace, while Grimm followed you closely and silently, you didn't want to see little ortho and tell him they had failed in their mission, not yet... As you kept walking you heard how the ceremony started with that wedding march that was so famous, even you had dreamed of it once, but not like this, as you went your way at the door you found a ghost sobbing, what was he doing there? You wondered internally, after all most of the ghosts were at the ceremony very happy to see how their princess had finally found her beloved prince.

Would it be ok to ask him why he felt sad? Well, you don't have much to lose either, you sat next to him and turned your back on him while you played with the ring between your fingers, Grimm curled up in your legs, "hey, why are you crying?" you asked him in a soft voice, because even if he was a ghost you didn't want to scare him, he turned around and you immediately recognized him as the one eliza called" his best friend." "It's not in your interest," I answer bluntly while turning my back. "Wait, aren't you friends with the ghost bride? , why aren't you at the ceremony, I just started?" Despite his rude words that you wanted to hear, it's not that you wanted to come back to give the bad news that you probably already knew," I told you it's not your human affair," you sighed deeply when you responded by looking at the already dark sky," you know... If you are really her friend you should go with her and support her... Just don't be a coward like me... I should have tried to help my friends but I hid and here I am running away from problems... Running away from fighting for the person I love "you said while a tear came out of your cheek, those last words burst the attention of the ghost who turned to see you," I love her" confessed the ghost silently, you turned to see her "I have loved her since we lived, but I could never say anything and I have no time todo so, after all she only sees me as her friend ".

There was a long silence between you two, three if we told Grimm that he was listening in silence to everything, you decided to look at the time on a watch that had been lent to you to see how much time they had left, 15 minutes to finish the ceremony, something was clear, you had run out of time... And as if a ray of hope had illuminated you came up with an idea and maybe the last hope of all, you looked at the ghost "you know... It's too late to try to stop the wedding, but it's not too late to be the first to say congratulations, it's the least we can do for them "you said as you smiled at the ghost even though your eyes will still run into a couple of tears.

You got up from your place as you put Grimm next to you, walker made some flowers that were nearby and cut some, forming a beautiful bouquet that you tied with the ribbon in the shape of a bow that was part of your uniform, you could get another one but could not get another idia "you know it would be rude of us to introduce ourselves without a gift" the ghost stopped from his place and you climbed Grimm on your shoulders, he whispered to your ear "what do you plan to do?" You just gave him in response a bass "you'll see ".

The three were running towards the cafeteria or in this case the place where the wedding would take place and before they could arrive some ghosts blocked their way, at that moment you thought that all is lost but that friend of the princess spoke before you could even open your mouth "it's okay she comes with me" those ghosts who acted as guards judged you with their eyes and let you follow your step.

You were in front of the cafeteria door, well, it was now or never a sigh as you heard those words that put at risk any wedding "if anyone opposes this wedding let them speak now or shut up forever" and at that moment you slammed open the doors, on your left side was Grimm and on the right the ghost, everyone was silent, the poor bride was furious while idia had a face of relief. The ghosts were about to attack you but before it moved out of place you spoke "I'm sorry for that, I think a little rough on my part" the bride watched your movements from the altar, you just walked down the main hallway with your two hands holding that bouquet you just made a moment ago, and between your hands that were covered with beautiful flowers you held the ring "I introduce myself, I'm a friend of idia and I... Sorry I meant us" you said as you turned to see the ghost next to you '"we just wanted to be the first to say congratulations'"

The bride smiled pleased by your words, while idia's face lost all its brilliance "in fact I have brought you this gift" you said showing that bouquet of flowers you held in your hands, you walked until you were in front of the bride, your heart beat quickly, it was now or never, when you put your hands on the bouquet you would put the ring "don't worry they are not poisonous flowers" you said with a smile she just looked at them and gave you a big smile, you felt your heart heavy. But you had todo it or that repeated in your mind, "thank you very much, you are really very kind" she said with a smile as she gave you a little kiss on the forehead and as if everything was moving in slow motion you saw her hands approaching the bouquet, you had todo it but you just couldn't, you didn't want to hurt her but you didn't want to lose idia either, you didn't know what else todo and when her hands touched yours under the arrangement, you collapsed. Dropping the bouquet and holding the ring against your chest.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do it" you started crying on your knees in front of idia, your friends looked at the scene in amazement, well it's not that they could do much in their current state either, "forgive me idia I want to save you but... I don't want to hurt you with the ring "more tears and sobs came out of you, eliza just looked amazed like the rest of the ghosts, idia just knelt down beside you while hugging you," forgive me..." He gently pulled you away from the embrace, "don't cry, it's ok... Although I would have liked to be able to read that comic by your side "you looked at it with tearful eyes" I also wanted to read it by your side, and not only that, also talk and play video games together for longer, why me... I... I love you idia "you said as you sobbed, he was silent as he hugged you and in a soft voice said" I love you too "and those words left you a bittersweet taste, you knew I loved you but now he would marry a ghost.

Eliza looked at the two embracing, she remembered that horrible day when her dream and life ended, her friend had comforted her in the same way although it also cost her her life, it was true idia was her ideal prince but... She didn't want to take her sleep away from someone as the world had done with her, she felt bad and even though the human was about to harm her she repented, she could feel that her feelings between them were real, she looked at her best friend sadly "you know... This is not right "she had realized the damage she had done" once they took away that dream of marrying my prince in some future, and now I am doing the same with someone else "she reached out to the two, who turned to see her still embracing," there will be no wedding, I... I am sorry for all the problems caused by "turning to see the others present" not only to them... To all, to my fellow ghosts and to the students of this school."

"I wanted to find my true love, my ideal prince like in fairy tales and fall in love with him, but I don't think it can be that way, but you've got it," she said with a sincere smile that you gave back. "y /n, Please take good care of him now and in the future "just a sigh and I look at idia" I'm sorry for everything I made you go through "I look at the other ghosts" I think it's time to give up "he gave a sigh and by an act of pure impulse you took his hands between yours" don't do it, it may not be as you describe it, but... I know someone who may be your ideal prince."

You took her friend's hands with your right hand and joined them with hers, whispered to him "come on tell him" and so he took a big breath of air and said "eliza I... I have loved you all my life and not life "eliza looked at him in amazement and there she understood something, she did not need a perfect prince, she needed someone to love her, and with all her strength she cried" the wedding is resumed "everyone had happy looks.

Again the wedding started with only a slight change of bride and groom and there you were sitting next to idia watching the ceremony. "If anyone opposes this union speak now or shut up forever" no one said anything, "well declared them husband and wife, you can kiss the bride" and the two ghosts kissed, everyone celebrated with applause and congratulations.

"Congratulations," you said to eliza as she hugged her, you held no grudge nor did she hold you despite so many emotions that had happened just a few minutes ago maybe hours, "thank you." she said happily, "thank you for what?" You asked her in confusion, "why thanks to you I found my prince and will finally be able to rest in peace," she said with a smile as she turned her back and threw her bouquet which, coincidentally or not, fell into your hands. "I'm glad you could have your happy ending in the end," you said with a smile as you looked at idia who gave you a gentle, cute kiss just like the fluttering of a small butterfly.

And as if nothing had happened the boys could move again and the school returned to its normal state as if there had never been a wedding. It was clear that ortho was happy to have his older brother back while principal crowley was reassured that they would not damage the school's reputation.

I hope you liked it and I'm sorry if the characters stayed as oc, but I still don't get used to writing to the twisted wonderland guys, I still couldn't get this out of my head.

#twisted wonderland #twst idia #idia shroud #twisted wonderland idia #ghost marriage #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #idia x reader #twst oneshot

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demonboidies · 5 years

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𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝔂 - 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝔂

pt.2

word count: 1,660

Namjoon waited impatiently before you told him your response. it was either a yes or a no. and god forbid it be a no. if it were going to be a no, then their whole plan would fall apart. they planned this scheme for as long as they laid eyes on you, and if it were to fall apart now, there would be no way of going back.

"yes!" you said excitedly, seeking a happy response or a smile from the taller male in front of you. and you were granted with it.

"that's great! please, come in and you can meet the rest of us."

thank god he didn't have to take you against your will. he would hate to do that to you. but now he knew for sure you were staying, and by your own will so that made him gushy. you willingly wanted to stay with them. with him.

you stepped into the household, walking to the familiar living room to see 5 males chatting together. they were in a heated conversation, speaking only in whispers to each other. but when they heard Namjoon clear his throat, they all stopped what they were doing and...stared.

"uhm, this is the rest of us." Namjoon said a bit awkwardly, trying to frantically get the guys to stop staring at you. they had been staring longer than 20 seconds, no one saying anything, just staring. and Namjoon could only imagine how uncomfortable you probably were right now.

"ahem! guys, you wanna introduce yourselves to our new...friend." you smiled softly at the word friend, holding your hand out for one of them to shake. there was a bit of delayed reaction, but one of them decided to rush up and shake your hand pretty violently.

"hi! it's a pleasure to meet you! i'm Taehyung, i hope we can become really close! i haven't had a new friend in a while, and besides these guys get boring really quickly. like i've known them my whole life so it's nice to see a new face." as he spoke, his shaking of your limb didn't falter. in fact, his hand only became tighter on your smaller one.

"ah, a pleasure to meet you taehyung. i as well hope we become closer." you said, somehow, pulling your hand away. when you were no longer touching him and stepping forward to greet the others, a pout settled on his lips. he was saddened you had pulled your hand away.

"hello, what is your name?" you said, looking down at a cute man. his face was slim and he looked fairly young. and by the sight of you in front of him, his cheeks were dusted with a heavy pink shade as he shyly outstretched his hand to yours.

"y-yoongi. min yoongi, please to fina-i mean, meet you. pleasure to meet you." you chuckled at his stumbling of words, finding his attitude and behavior adorable. "you can call me yoongi-oppa, or yoongs though...i don't mind."

"oh, okay," you said pulling your hand away after a light shake. "how do you know you're my oppa?"

his eyes met every place that wasn't yours. "lucky guess...i'm older than almost everyone here so i assumed i would be older than you. you do look young, i'm sorry i'm rambling and sound like a creep right now." he fiddled with his right ear, scratching at it, and you internally yelled at how cute his antics were. "i'm 25..."

"i see, i'm 24."

'we know,' the boys thought in unison, although didn't voice their thoughts.

"ah, you're the same age as Hoseok and I. Hoseok is the one with a light tinge of red in his hair." Namjoon pointed at the respected male, who shyly brought his hand out to you. "he's a bit bashful, but really when you get comfortable with him he's much louder."

a chorus of chuckles left everyone's lips, nodding in agreement.

"h-hey y/n, pleasure finally meeting you."

'finally? did Namjoon speak highly of me the other day?' you masked your inner curiosity with a kind smile, shaking his hand firmly.

"he is a bit shy, but so is Jungkook. he's our youngest." a tall, lean male walked up to you. his wide doe eyes looked at you with an emotion you couldn't name, his hand stretching out to you. and you noticed he was shaking a bit

"pleasure meeting you, jungkook."

"pl-pleasure is all m-mine." his cute stutter had you smiling brightly, and his knees buckled a bit at the sight of your smile. he could barely believe he was touching your hand, let alone getting to get such a beautiful expression out of you.

"so you've met, hoseok, jungkook, yoongi, taehyung, and me...leaves jin and jimin." a blonde, chubby cheeked man shot up to his feet, awkwardly waving at you.

"jimin. i'm jimin, nice to meet you." unlike the past two, he wasn't bashful at all. his smile was precious, his eyes turning to little crescents when you shook his hand.

"hello jimin, nice to meet you too," your response made his smile even wider and you could feel the happiness radiating from him. he sure was giddy and friendly, from what you could tell.

"now where is jin-hyung? don't tell me none of you helped him this morning...." silence ensued as you turned to Namjoon with a raised brow. "are you guys serious? and here i thought you were responsible."

"really at this point, you should know that they most definitely aren't."

a honey voice broke out, making you turn around to where the voice came from. there was a young, undeniably handsome man who was grinning at you. "Kim Seokjin, the last and oldest of the 7. pleasure to finally meet you."

with the slight push of a stick attached to his wheeled chair, he was moved over to you and you smiled at his polite and professional tone. "nice to meet you, seokjin."

"ah, jin is fine. no one here calls me seokjin, too formal for my liking," the man said with a hearty laugh. one that comically resembled a windshield wiper, and you couldn't help to laugh yourself.

there was a silence that was among you all until jin opened his mouth to speak, "it's is around lunch time so why don't we eat. first meal with us as official friends, that way we get to know each other more." he shifted to look at you with a charming smile. "unless you prefer to do something else, don't want to pressure you or anything."

"no, a lunch seems fine now. i, unfortunately, had to skip breakfast this morning," you said petting your stomach for effect. some laughed while others stared at you in worry. why would you be skipping meals? thankfully, you hadn't noticed as jin whisked you away into the familiar dining room.

"we will fetch the food, the younger ones can certainly keep you company," Namjoon said, guiding you to your seat.

you took your seat, fixing your outfit with a smile on your face. they were so friendly and nice, it was a relief that they weren't old, bossy, rich men. if they were you wouldn't have been smiling as widely as you were right now.

you took note of how there were 2 brightly smiling males in front of you, as the one who similarized with a bunny was biting his lip and looking to his left.

"so, do you guys attend college or go to school? you three seem to be closest in age and the youngest," you asked to break the ice, all the while presenting a friendly smile. jungkook's head shot up, he still wasn't used to hearing your voice address him. it was like a dream. meanwhile, taehyung and jimin were eager to answer the question.

"i take arts as a major, i juggle between acting and dancing. i like to think i'm good at both." jimin jokingly patted himself on his back, laughing at his own actions making you chuckle softly.

"well, i also take arts, photography to be specfic. i also travel sometimes, for the photos of course. i could show you them sometime? i must say they are quite beautiful" taehyung said with a kind smile, although his eyes lingered with yours at the word 'beautiful.' it made you blush at the thought of him possibly referring to you.

"i mean, if you're interested, i could also show you some clips of my dances and recitals. actually! there was one recently where i got 1st place in the competition." jimin retorted, this time his voice was more boisterous. taehyung and jungkook both saved a hard stare for him. he was obviously showing off, just for you and they weren't gonna let that slide.

fortunately, you hadn't noticed the sudden tension in the room. instead, you were distracted by the sudden opening of the kitchen door. namjoon walked in with refreshments, hoseok with the utensils and napkins, and yoongi and jin both walked in - well jin rolled on in with his chair - with a giant platter of different cooked meats and vegetables.

"that smells delicious! let me!" you said, going in automatic assist mode.

while you helped hoseok hand out the utensils, the youngest 3 were glaring at each other. staring so hard it was like they were holding a conversation in their heads with each other.

"shut up," they mouthed in unison before jin's clearing of his throat was brought to your attention. by this time, everyone was sat down with a plate, water, and needed utensils for future eating.

"y/n, tell us about yourself dear." jin invited with a friendly and welcoming grin. you smiled back, glancing at each male in the room, saving each a thankful grin.

'even if we know everything, keep talking to us. focus on us. your attention all on us.'

#bts #yandere bts #yandere imagines #yandere bts imagines #x reader #yandere x reader #bts x reader #bts imagines #bta ot7 ff #ot7 ff #yandere ot7 #bts ot7 #sickly ff #sickly bts

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alexiaugustin · 2 years

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who do you think will be the next mains?

I think for skamfr it will be max because he's a fan favorite, the other choices would be either anais and louise or redouane, and I don't think they would choose any of them (I'm worried if what could happen with redouane since he's a poc, we all know how skamfr is)

which makes me wonder... what if they did follow a pattern. I know it's skamfr but hear me out

they can't give a season to alexia because she's a Chris and none of the characters of the old gen can be mains except Evas, Nooras, Isaks and Sana and skamfr had to fight for an Arthur season for this specific reason

Jo basically had her season with Bilal

Maya, who was Lola's li in s6, is now a main

again, is skamfr and nothing is confirmed but to me, max seems more likely than other characters, especially since the fandom has been asking for a max season since forever, they love him a lot

for druck I would like Ava but only if the old team comes back and they hire new fat and black writers because s7 was a fucking mess

for Italia, there's a rumor that there will be a wlw season but as an Italian, I highly doubt it, it's already enough that we have a gay story (with two cis, skinny white abled men btw) i don't think it's likely, they will probably do an Elia season or something

would love to hear your thoughts tho!

hey anon! to start off with the theories about who could possibly be the next skamfr main, tbh i dont really believe that there are some rules that forbid remakes to make seasons about their original characters nor do i think that the "no love intrest as main" rule ever existed, i guess up until now the new gen writers were more intrested in telling stories about characters we don't know as much about as characters who already played a big role in somebody else's season. which is also why i believe that giving maya her own season works pretty well rn becacause we a) didnt see as much of her during lola's season as we saw of other love intrests in other seasons due to skamfr's inability to stick to a few important plotlines rather than dumping every topic you could possibly think of into one season, and b) s6 always left me with a feeling that despite the fact that we did learn some things about maya and her past there were a lot of things about her left untold and up until today she as a character always stayed quite mysterious to me

to get back to your question, i, too, think that it's very much likely that they're going to make max the season 10 main as he's a fan favourite and since there really was a drastic drop in views during bilal's season, they wouldn't want to take any risks losing viewership again n are doing a maya and a max season now. personally, i would loove love love for redouane to be the main n still believe that making characters of color main characters should be more important than the "but think about all the things white writers could fuck up then" argument as it.. in some way, for lack of beter words, lets writers off the hook way too easily so we're essentially going to start turning in the same circles where writers feel like there's no need for them let stories revolve around characters of color and r therefore gonna keep on making them the "best friend", "comic relief" characters etc etc. which. really shouldnt be the kind of writing decisions writers start feeling the most comfortable with.

same goes for ava, even if the s7 writers stay, it's still so much more important to make her the probably last main character of the new gen stories rather than.. giving this season to mailin 💀💀. begging druck/funk on my hands and knees to get the old writers back tho because i know that they would try their best to actually do sth with her season🙏

#as for skamit.. i never watched that show i have no opinion on this sorry. but big fan of you shading them because from what #ive heard abt this show i doubt that they would ever make a wlw season fnklweln #anon

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