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kiana-kaslana-423 · 7 months

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<NSFW-ish, implied? Idk>

Personally feel like Vill-V gives off an, overall, switch vibe mostly because of her multiple identities, therefore differing preferences. And rather than leaving it at that, I'll try my best to elaborate by listing them and by possible order of when they exist:

Helix!Vill-V - Sub, I cannot see her dominating anyone at all. Whether you are gentle or rough with her; please make sure to take care of her afterward, spoil her in the aftercare to the point of her becoming a pillow princess lol.

Conductor!Vill-V - Switch, with her being the one to be good at communication, she will most likely go with what her partner is comfortable with.

Great Magician!Vill-V - Service switch leaning dom, you could say that it's going to be a magical experience. She will make sure that her partner enjoys themselves when they're both 'putting on a show' and 'performing'.

Expert!Vill-V - Switch leaning dom, but somedays she would let her partner take the lead because she's too tired or something. Not really a rough dom, unless provoked, maybe a bit strict but gentle? Might have a low drive, so sex isn't really something she indulges in too often, though.

Flavorful!Vill-V - Service switch leaning sub, housewife vibes here. Therefore, the possibility for her to do a naked apron is high. She'd pamper her partner either way both when they're fucking and aftercare.

Lecturer!Vill-V - Mostly a dom, probably expect a teacher/student role play with her, but if you can manage to flip the script, she wouldn't mind it too much being the one that is getting lectured. Stricter than Expert yet just as sweet?

Occultist!Vill-V - Switch, gonna be honest she's the one I'm unsure of. Either way, both sides will be seeing stars afterward of something. Might also have a low drive as well.

Kevin Killer mk5!Vill-V - Mostly a sub, similar situation with Helix, but she can probably move up to be a power bottom on very rare occasions.

Pure evil!Vill-V - Dom, much more rougher and harsher than the others. But if she gets knocked down a peg, then a very bratty sub. Expect a lot of scratches, bites, and hickeys to be on your body. Maybe mark her up, too.

Thank you for listening to my Ted talk, I shall now walk myself out in shame lmao 🚪🚶

Vill v's Personalities, Dom Switch Sub Hc's

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~ Helix

Helix is definitely a sub, she's never felt love in her life before so doing or thinking about such an intimate act really makes her nervous.. She honestly doesn't know a lot about intercourse and she's never had the time to spend trying things on herself or just research ((she knows a little bit of the basics that's all-)) so you'll be her first time and you'll kind of have to walk her through it at first! You will have to be really gentle the first couple of times you do it with her but then if you want to be a little bit more rough after that you can! You'll have to talk about it and come up with a safe word with her sense Helix is really nervous like I said but she really trusts you to guide her through this!

Helix is a very insecure sub so she needs a lot of praises or mean words mixed with praises! She just needs to be told that she's being a good girl for you! She's soaks up your praises like a sponge since no one has ever said those words to her before,, but on a different note she will never back talk you! She knows her place and that's under you!

And like you said anon, you would definitely have to give her aftercare cuz she would really need it afterward, the poor baby just wants to cuddle up afterwards and get kisses <333

~ Kevin Killer Mk5

Mk is most likely a sub like Helix since she takes on the shy and introverted personality of Helix so I feel like she would be at the same standpoint where she barely knows anything, Actually scratch that, she probably doesn't know anything- Mk is almost always hiding in headspace and being shy so she never had time to even think of intercourse! You'll have to teach her everything too + teach her how to properly communicate her needs since she's bad at communicating- it would probably take a while but it's all worth it in the end since she's so cute when she finally understands it all and is rubbing her thighs together needily <3

Mk is obviously a very very submissive sub, she follows your lead and never talks back to you unless that's what you want that day then she will try to fill in the role of what you want! She might not be good at it at first but she will eventually learn!! And she's definitely a crier, she just can't stop crying from the pleasure of how good it's making her feel!

Mk also needs aftercare too since she will legit cry if you don't cuz she will think you don't love her anymore!! So please just spoil her with your love!!

~ Flavorful

Flavorful, like you said really sounds like a service switch leaning sub! She definitely gives off housewife vibes! Flavorful can be quite shy and reserved but not as much as the other two so she knows much more and even if she didn't, she would go researching once she starts to dates you since she wants to make sure she can do whatever you want, whenever you want since she just wants to please you in any way! She's also definitely wearing an apron naked when it's just you two-

When Flavorful is the sub, she will do whatever you want! She doesn't mind letting you overstimulate her or something but she will be pouting and whimpering for you to have mercy on her since she is such a good girl for you! You can be quite rough and mean to her too since she won't take it personally cuz she knows you love her and it's all for the act!

When Flavorful is the one dominating, she's mostly very soft and listening to every word that you say! If you want her to bite there then she's biting there, if you want it to be soft then she's going soft! She's just completely fascinated with you and will do her best to get you to where you only see white <3

Flavorful is very soft and pampering with aftercare! It doesn't matter if she was the sub or dom, she's pampering you and making sure you have everything you need afterwards then once she knows you're taking care of, that's when she focuses on herself!

~ The Conductor

The Conductor is definitely a switch! She's really good at communication since she's calm and everything so it's really easy with her and with this she doesn't mind trying at least almost everything once! She is legit just the easiest one out of all of them since she goes with whatever you want and if you are going with what she wants, it's just normal vanilla sex since that's one of her favorites!

Whether or not The Conductor is a dom or not, she acts the same! Just following what you want since she doesn't mind playing into any role or anything, she's having fun either way if she's bringing you pleasure! <3

Her aftercare is just the normal basics! She make sure that she does whatever she needs to do!

~ The Great Magician

The Magician gives me vibes of a switch leaning dom too cuz she doesn't mind trying everything and just legit going crazy since crazy is up her alley- she doesn't mind being either cuz she's still going to put on a show either way! Along with that she doesn't mind trying almost everything too since she's interested in almost trying everything! She's definitely going to try to do some interesting magic tricks,,

She is mostly the dom since she has to be the lead performer! She's not the 'scary' type of dom or anything, mostly just like giggling and just having control of the situation! be prepared tho cuz she will jokingly flirt with you as she's ramming her strap into you <3

The Magician as a sub is just as crazy cuz she doesn't mind being a whole brat and just fighting against you for funsies! Until you decide to put her in her place and fuck her until she can't think- she actually loves when you do that! She really acts like a whole brat just so you punish her! She loves being your bad girl <3

The Magician loves aftercare! She likes to be on the receiving end most of the time even if she wasn't the sub,, she'll probably only do it if she really fucked you up- but even if she does, it's not the best cuz she has no idea what she's doing,, like the bare minimum basically- you'll have to teach her more,,,,

~ The Expert

The Expert is a switch leaning dom, she's mostly a dom because she normally likes to be in control of everything that's going on around her, but she doesn't mind being the sub on some days since some days it's just hard for her and she needs to be taken care of,, but that doesn't happen a lot because of her pride- it only really happens if she really needs it that day

Her as a dom can go two ways! One is if she's taking her anger out on you, she's being extra rough with you and not caring about anything that you say unless you say the safe word since she's just using you as a just toy at the moment so you don't matter unless you say that. The second is if it's just normal sex that you two do, it's in between soft and rough since it really depends on the moment if you're acting like a brat or not!

The Expert as a sub is surprisingly really cute! She becomes really whiny and just wants your attention!! She's letting you do whatever you want to her body and just whining for more, your practically like a drug to her and she needs you so so much at that moment <3

Her aftercare is just the basics too but if she's the one getting aftercare, she's practically like a puppy in that moment- just looking up at you with so much love and just wanting your attention at that moment! She's been so good so why don't you give it to her?

~ Lecturer

Lecturer is mostly a dom like you said! She probably knows more than everyone here, she's really good at communication like The Conductor but unlike The Conductor she likes to have control of the script! She likes to control what the both of you are going to do + she's probably into a lot of Teacher x Student roleplays with probably Boss x Employee too! She's the one who roleplays the most out of all of them-

Lecturer as a dom very much depends on the type of roleplay and what's going on! It depends on the scene and how you're acting but if it's not roleplay then she's just softly bossing you around and making sure you listen to her as she fucks up your little brain <3

Her as a sub only happens if you manage to flip the script! It doesn't really happen a lot so it surprises her each time and she will try to 'fight back' every time too but all you need to do is just put her back in her place and she's being a good little sub for you for the rest of your roleplay!

Lecture's aftercare is very soft! She's practically touching you like you're a piece of glass that can shatter any minute, she's very gentle with you!!

~ Occultist

Occultist to me gives off dommy mommy vibes because of how much she's based off of Aponia, just her not saying anything as she forces you into the positions that she wants! Than at some moments she's whispering in your ear about how you doing so so good for her and that she loves you so much <3

Her as a dom is quite normal since she's just soft normally! She doesn't really do anything extreme since she kind of sticks with the basics but she doesn't mind trying something new if you want too! Tho she will be looking into it and deciding beforehand!

Occultist aftercare is really interesting since she knows how to massage! After she gets you everything you want / need, she's giving you a nice massage in any place that you are sore in or if you just want one!

~ Pure Evil

Pure Evil is obviously a very hard dom, she doesn't care about anything at the moment when she's fucking you, you're there for her pleasure and her pleasure only. She doesn't care how much you whine or try to act like a brat since she will instantly put you in your place (( she will only stop if you say the safe word too )))

She will only think about your pleasure once she finishes, after that she's kind of soft! Making sure to be gentle as she brings you to your peak

Her aftercare is surprisingly soft too! she'll mumble out sorries into your neck as she deals with any bruises or marks that you have. This is one of the only times she really lets her guard down since it's just you and her <3

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stemms · 1 year

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GHOST – Scapegoat seems very c!Primeboys-coded to me, so here's my interpretation.

At first I felt fine, before I realized In your eyes I'm a demon, right?

The beginning of c!Tommy's experience on the server was fine, he had a nice place to stay at, friends dear to his heart to spend time with, but it all vanished when c!Dream got gradually more and more infatuated with the boy, and planned to remove c!Wilbur from the picture, so that he can take his place in c!Tommy's life.

c!Dream griefing people's property and leaving signs indicating it was c!Tommy, provoking c!Tommy into acting recklessly out of frustration during negotiations, making a fuss about George's house, and manipulating people into believing c!Tommy is the biggest problem of the server and therefore must be exiled.

Without an ending, I'm still pretending Like I attended your funeral today

c!Tommy deeply despises c!Dream for ruining his life (yet still tries to see the good in him), and as the damage is getting more severe throughout c!Tommy's life on the server, the feeling is only getting stronger. He wishes c!Dream were dead, because only then could he really be free.

"Like I attended your funeral today" can also be interpreted as c!Tommy never feeling enough, especially in exile- as no amount of effort is enough, and the more the exile goes on, the more c!Tommy doubts whether he's really a good person.

Overconsumption of your own compassion Put on perfume of iniquity

The balance between the severity, distress, and soreness c!Dream would make c!Tommy go through on a daily basis, and the comfort that would follow right after, as if to pretend it wasn't a big deal and c!Tommy was just being too sensitive. He can't quite figure out whether he'd rather escape this soothing physical touch of the very hands that hurt him moments ago, or cling closer, as if this was his last time seeing c!Dream.

Now, I could never dream of doing anything In such a way like you did to me

c!Tommy's morals simply cannot allow him to treat anyone with the same amount of heartlessness he received, not even c!Dream- that being said, c!Tommy took two c!Dream's lives during the disc war finale, almost took his last one, and attempted to take it again in the prison arc.

So, give me a taste of sovereignty A lantern in the night (Lantern in the night)

Lanterns generally symbolize people letting go of their past selves and getting new ones. So, after c!Dream broke out of prison and regained his power, his pathetic past self that was stuck in prison stayed in the past.

Get me away from history From the cycle's bitter light (Cycle's bitter light) From existing out of spite

c!Tommy falling deeper into Stockholm Syndrome after being taken back by c!Dream. As long as c!Tommy stays by his side, there's no need to justify his very existence to everyone on the server, as c!Dream is the only one who'd always understand, care, and know what's best for him, unlike the rest. :)

Now do you hate me? Are you afraid of me? Are you able to feel culpability?

The breaking point in the exile when c!Tommy became suicidal and got too tired of fighting, and gave into c!Dream's manipulation, starting to believe that he seriously messed up and deserved everything he went through.

Come forth and kill me Bow down and worship me Take your time, all we have is eternity

A vivid portrayal of c!Dream's God complex, as after they both become immortal, he works to make c!Tommy pray and acknowledge him as his only God, in which he soon succeeds, as c!Tommy loses most of his hope and free will and falls even deeper into his Stockholm Syndrome.

"Come forth and kill me" shows that the revival experiments became an established practice to them, so c!Tommy no longer had any hopes of getting away from this and would give in easily, almost without a fight- hoping for the pain to end soon.

Now with a new start Broken and torn apart Nothing in me resembles a human heart

After being killed and revived so many times, c!Tommy couldn't remember when it all began or his past friends' faces, and the stories they shared- he completely lost himself and could only trust c!Dream to tell him what was real, and what was not- which his brother twisted in the ways that would be beneficial for him only.

Something I've never told On my own, I declare "I don't wanna go home"

At first, c!Tommy wasn't really passionate about being immortal with c!Dream and would be seeking opportunities to escape. However, once the training significantly worsened his memory, he started to believe that his past wasn't all that bright, and people for whom he once cared so deeply only ended up hurting him. Soon enough, he realised that he should never go back, his only safe place to stay is here, with c!Dream, until the end of times.

I'll put your fear in my drink tonight, tonight I'm chewing up and spitting out your pride

c!Dream feeling extreme humiliation for his plan failing, and him being stuck in prison, which increased with constant c!Quackity's visits, smoothly moving to the scene of c!Dream chasing c!Tommy after having escaped from the prison.

You got an iron dye where only God'll find

With time, all of c!Tommy's hair had lost its original colour and turned grey. But the most important part was that he'd been affected not only physically, but mentally, unable to leave his God even if he could, stuck in his grip forever.

I took a photo of shame to remember you by True colors make a pretty picture memory

c!Dream reminiscing about the first days of exile, comparing c!Tommy's past self to the new one, looking him up and down, with a proud smile at the work he accomplished.

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shawnjacksonsbs · 1 year

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Again . . .with the, umm, open-minded synchronicities. 11-3-22

“Though it cost you all you have, get understanding.” Proverbs 4:7

". . . But to succeed in life, you & I must periodically ask ourselves two questions:

(1) Am I committed to personal growth? “Wisdom is supreme; therefore, get wisdom. Though it cost all we have, get understanding.” Keep reading, keep learning, keep asking questions. A Chinese proverb says, “He who asks is a fool for five minutes; he who doesn’t ask remains a fool forever.” Some of us are like the little girl who thought she’d exhausted the subject of mathematics once she learned her twelve-times tables. When her grandfather asked with a twinkle, “What’s thirteen times thirteen?” she scoffed, “Don’t be silly, Grandpa, there’s no such thing!” Our hunger for wisdom and knowledge determines our future. In order to keep giving out, we must keep taking in.

(2) Am I enjoying what I do? We’ll never fulfill our destiny by doing something we despise. Passion lies at the core of true success and fulfillment; it’s the spark for our fuse. It energizes us when those around us grow tired. It helps us come up with answers when others cease to have creative ideas and strengthens us when they drop out. It gives us courage to take risks while others crave security. When we lose our passion two things happen: First, you & I fail to pursue excellence. Second, we jeopardize our integrity, because we’re tempted to take shortcuts and compromise by settling for less than. . .

One leader says, “What generates passion in you is a clue to your destiny. What you love is often a clue to something you can achieve.” - My friend, and brother J.D.

Proverbs 4 :1.5 says to pay attention and gain understanding. Pay attention . . . that's a definite message for me for sure. As for understanding, at large it’s more perceptual, I think, but it’s still there for the taking. Lol no Lol Messages to me can be found scattered in some of the most unusual and rather unexpected places. Jus’ sayin’.

You know one of the reasons I write, is because I read. Generally, the things I read are things that help me see, learn, feel, or reiterate things I've already seen, learnt, felt, etc, etc.

It's also why I borrow so many words from others.

My heart and thoughts were provoked twice over with reading this. I am reminded that, although it's not every time something stands out . . . it is every time I read or write anything, that I know I was supposed to read or write that thing. Otherwise, I wouldn't have read or wrote, right?

Take the lesson or the blessing, they can be found to be the same sometimes.

Not everything I'm involved with is a thing for me either. Like, the things I do, (reading or writing etc.), maybe they don't stand out to me even though I was supposed to do it, because it was for someone else involved. A lot of the times are absolutely for me though, or for both, or all, but not always.

Anyway, the other thing is being open minded enough to not shut out people for things I'm not always for, because I could miss out on a lot. A lot of lessons and blessings, a lot of friendships, and a whole hell of a lot of love would be missed if I still had that mindset.

My "lack of faith" or my different views on religion are the topic of some heavy conversation and although, my belief, or lack of, is still intact, and not wavering, I can still find fruit on individual trees some times. I like fruit, when it's not rotten or perverted.

I'm still pretty hard-core against organized religious practices. Mob mentality, and one fucked up leader and boom, hate and harm, under the guise of validation because of some twisted way of learning and looking at the people of this world. (Any religion, to include Islam, and Christianity.)

But now I know, from what I've learned, individuals can be different. I have more than one loved one in my life with differing views that are full of love and light for the people in their lives, and in the world. I focus on the positives they have to share, and with a respect for each other we do some pretty cool stuff. Like sharing most of the words found in a social media status from a believer, because they touched my heart.

And it's a double down that someone out there in reader land might be touched too, by his words, or by mine, or maybe they even needed both.

It's that whole, "If you were looking for a sign, here it is" and if you know you know. It will always be with love, kindness, gratitude, and sharing in respect, as to why I do. Without opened mindedness, I. . .or rather We, would lose so much of what's important in this life.

I woke up this morning, after sleeping in, (it’s like 5:30 a.m.), not knowing what I was going to write about and thinking maybe I'd share a little of my worry and stress about my new company, my lack of funds for the Christmas I'd like to provide, and the lack of funds for the upcoming tax season, both because of starting up this company so close to the end of the year . . . .Because, because-winter! Lol no lol

But instead, I've found my way through to something more beautiful and positive for me, and for you from a man with a very different belief system than my own.

And that's more than ok with me.

I still love my life, and how I am finding my way through it, with a little help from my friends . . .and family of course, even some strangers. Navigating the physical has nothing on navigating the emotional, mental, and even spiritual parts of this life we get to live.

Remember to share your love and your laughter with the world around you. And the attitude of gratitude is the attitude for this season. Giving and grateful receiving coming soon too, right?!

And of course, be kind as always as you can, and civil if you feel you just can't be kind. We are all only human after all.

Happy Holidays! 'Tis the season for this reason and I’d like to close with 2 quotes this week, if ya don’t mind.

Until next week;

1- “If you can’t figure out your purpose, figure out your passion. For your passion will lead you right into your purpose.” – Bishop T.D. Jakes

And

2- “I believe purpose is something for which one is responsible; it’s not just divinely assigned.” – Michael J. Fox

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telfordelle · 3 years

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Naughty

Characters: Filip "Chibs" Telford x Y/N

A/N: I just had to get this out of my system, I guess. Also, here's a recipe for the Purple Nurple

Words: ~ 2.2k

Warning: Smut

You were in the Clubhouse, sitting in front of the bar. Nobody in the club knew that you two had something going on. You weren't sure why Chibs hadn't introduced you yet, but you were fed up with hearing his excuses over and over again. Therefore, you figured that it was time to provoke your man a little bit. You knew that the club was having a party this evening, so you decided to dress up and surprise your favourite Scot. Your black lacy lingerie was brand new, and he hadn't seen it yet. He was in for a surprise when he'd undress you this evening.

"Another beer, honey?" Gemma asked you. You nodded and thanked her after she had slid the beer over the counter to you. Gemma came around the bar and sat on the stool beside you.

"Is everything okay?" she wanted to know. You chuckled - Gemma had always been good at sensing your mood.

You had known Gemma since you were young. Her son Thomas had been your best friend in kindergarten and first grade. It had broken your heart when your best friend's health was getting worse and worse, and after his death, you had been devastated. From that time on, Gemma had taken you under her wing.

"Nah, it's nothing. Work's just a bit stressful at the moment," you lied, hoping that she wouldn't notice it. But of course, she would. After all, it was Gemma you were talking to.

"Honey, I know that this is not your 'my work sucks' face but your 'men problems' face."

You sighed. Why was she so good at reading you?

"You're right," you admitted.

"So, what kind of man is troubling you?" she asked.

"The kind who doesn't seem to be sure if he wants a serious relationship or not."

"What makes you think so?" she asked, "Did he say that directly?"

"We've been together for a while now, and I know that he’s the type to be in a serious relationship, but he doesn’t want to make it official and introduce me to his friends,“ you complained.

"Well, did you introduce him to yours?" She raised an eyebrow as if to prove her point.

"Gemma, that's not the point. I mean, he made it pretty clear that he isn't interested in that. So he probably also isn't that interested in me," you replied sulkily.

"Honey, maybe he just needs some time. Also, men can be pretty dense sometimes. You two should probably just talk it out, trust me. I've been with the most stubborn and dense men you can find in Charming," she said, laughing heartily. Hearing her laugh, you couldn’t help it and joined in.

"Well, I hope everything will work out in your favour. I'll see you later!"

You nodded and smiled at her. Talking to Gemma always lifted your mood.

You grabbed your beer, took a big sip, and looked around the Clubhouse. You were familiar with most of the club members, but as always, there were also some people you didn't recognize - especially the Crow Eaters. Sometimes you wondered if Chibs still hung around with some of them. Whenever you tried talking to him about making it official, he was blocking you. He said that he had his reasons, and at first, you believed him, but as the situation didn't improve, you got increasingly frustrated. And speaking of the devil, or rather, thinking of the devil, there he was.

You gulped, why was he so sexy? You took another sip of your beer, debating whether you should just go to him or leave the decision up to him. Mentally, you slapped yourself to stop staring at the Scot. To your displeasure, you found that others were also interested in your man. Fucking Crow Eaters. One of those bitches was clinging to the Scot, ogling him. You clenched your fists as soon as she started to caress his shoulder in a flirty way. Forcing yourself to look away, you exed your beer, giving the guy at the bar a sign that you wanted another one. Or even better, something stronger. You ordered a Purple Nurple, hoping that this one would numb your thoughts - and feelings.

Still, you couldn't help it and had to sneak a peek. And what you saw made you hold your breath. That bitch from before had her hand in your man's back pocket, and it seemed as if she was biting his earlobe. Instead of pushing her away, he was - grinning?

You saw red. Alright, two could play this game. It was time to take some action. You knew that Tig was always up for some fun, no feelings attached, so you made your way over to him.

"Hey, Tigger," you greeted him. You used the nickname because you knew that it would make Chibs furious - albeit knowing that he couldn't even hear you at this moment.

"Y/N, what's up?" he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Wanna dance?" you asked.

"Sure, babe," Tig replied, smirking. He took your hand and led you to the centre of the room.

You circled each other, gazes remaining locked. You knew that the other Sons were watching you, so you were fairly certain that Chibs' eyes would also be on you. Tig wiggled his eyebrows as you danced towards him, lewdly swaying your hips. You gently rested your hands on his chest. Slowly, your hands slid down his body as... you could hear someone clear their throat.

"Am I interruptin' somethin'?" that someone asked with a thick Scottish accent. You turned around and were greeted by an angry-looking face. Chibs nodded at Tig, who got the hint and excused himself.

"What's your problem?" you asked, knowing that the question would get him even more agitated. His eyes turned dark.

"You're mine," he growled.

"Well, last time I checked, you weren't willing to tell anyone about us," you snapped.

"Then it's time to change that," he replied, scowling.

"Oh, all of a sudden?" you retorted. You knew that you got what you wanted, but it still made you angry that you had to play the jealousy card.

"Lass, ye'r comin' wi' me," he said huskily. Chibs grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you with him towards the door. While being dragged away, you caught a glimpse of Gemma, who was smirking. Of course, she would connect the dots immediately.

Instead of going to his bike, he went for one of the trucks.

"Get in," he growled, holding one of the doors open.

"Why should I?" you replied, arms crossed in front of your chest.

"I'm not discussin' this wi' ye," he answered. You knew that both of you had done their wrongs, so you got in without another word.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You just hoped that you would get to your flat soon. Your eyes kept wandering to him. Did you finally fuck up? Was this the point of no return? All you wanted was for him to finally acknowledge you in front of the others. You sighed. You sighed. Finally, you arrived at your flat. He went straight for the door. Reluctantly, you got out of the truck. Had you pissed him off so much that he would end your relationship? Hands trembling, you opened the main entrance and went up the stairs. You could hear him follow you. Luckily, your apartment was on the second floor.

"I'm so angry wi' ye right now, I cannae put it into words," he snapped.  "Tch, what are you angry for?" you huffed.  He growled. "Ye'r MINE, lass." His eyes had a dangerous glint to them. If you hadn't been so angry, maybe you would have been turned on by now. Scratch that, you definitely were turned on. But you still had to stand your ground.  "Yours, huh? Certainly didn't seem like it when that fucking Crow Eater was feeling you up. You don't even have the balls to tell the others about me! Maybe I'm just tired of waiting, Tig didn't seem to have a problem being seen with me in public." You looked at him challengingly.

And Chibs snapped. He saw red, thinking back about you dancing with Tig, touching him. He pinned you against the door and kissed you hard, wandering from your mouth to your neck. You moaned into his ear, which only turned him on even more. You could feel how hard he was, and you began stroking him through his pants.

"Bed," he growled while picking you up. But instead of just throwing you onto the bed, he sat on its edge and bent you over his knees.

"You've been bad, lassie," he murmured while grabbing your ass.

"Guess I have to punish ye," he drawled, accent getting thicker the more turned on he got.

"Lift yer ass," he said, tone demanding. You did what he said, and he immediately pulled down your shorts, taking in a sharp breath as he saw your new lingerie. It seemed as if your surprise was working. Frantically, he also took off your shirt.

"Ye look good. But don't think you'll get off your punishment just because of that," he hummed, rubbing you through your pants. You hissed - you were already wet. He began rummaging through the bedside cabinet where you stored your toys. He chuckled, which probably meant that he had found what he had been looking for. He blindfolded you and you could hear him opening a bottle. You shivered in anticipation. He pushed your panties aside and let two fingers glide between your buttcheeks, making them slick with lube. You gasped as he entered your hole.

"Relax," he murmured into your ear. You concentrated on his voice.

"Maybe this will help you," he said. Before you could ask him what he meant, he shoved something into your mouth. "Suck on it," he commanded. You recognized the shape as one of your buttplugs. You squirmed under his touch, excited for what was about to happen. Maybe you should be naughty more often if that meant that he would punish you this way.

He removed his fingers, only to replace them with the buttplug shortly after. You drew in a sharp breath. "Ye like that, dinnae ye?" His thick voice made you even wetter, which he immediately noticed.

Still bent over his knees, he spanked you a couple of times. Each time his hand connected with your ass, a wave of pleasure surged through you. Blindfolded, every sensation felt more intense. You bit back a moan.

Sternly, Chibs told you to get on all fours and lift your arse. You could hear from the sound of his voice that he was annoyed with you. He was displeased with your behavior at the clubhouse. Now he had to make you behave again.

You heard him opening his jeans and sliding them down his hips. They fell to the floor with a thud. You were so wet, he would be able to slide into you at once. You bit your lip, and your hips rolled involuntarily at the thought of this. You needed some friction, right now. You needed HIM. You gasped as he opened your lips with the head of his hard cock, teasing you because he didn't immediately put it inside you. It felt like an eternity. Chibs ran the tip of his cock up and down your folds, making you long for more.

"Filip," you whimpered, begging him to finally fuck you.

"Don't come. I'm going tae fuck ye just a little 'n' slowly. Don't ye dare come before ah say so."

He thrust into you, at last giving you what you so desperately needed. Spreading your buttcheeks, he stroke over the buttplug with his thumb, making you moan out loud. Chibs leaned over you, bringing his hot mouth toward your ear.  "Who's the only one allowed to touch ye?"

 "Y-you," you barely managed to get out.

"What was that? Say it louder," he demanded. Why was his voice so sexy?

"You!" you cried out with pleasure.

"Good girl," he murmured into your ear before grabbing your hips and beginning to fuck you harder and faster. You were almost there, but he hasn't allowed you to come. You spread your legs wider, rotating your hips and meeting his movements. Your breath became short.

"Do ye want to come?" Not being able to form any coherent sentence, you just nodded.

Instead of answering, he took off the blindfold, flipped you over, and kissed you hard. His thrusts became more erratic. He brushed your hair out of your face and leaned his forehead against yours.

Your orgasm hit you like an earthquake, bucking your hips you enclosed Chibs with your legs, wanting to feel him even deeper inside you, be even more connected with him. He groaned and you could feel his cock twitching as he came, shuddering. He kissed you deeply, almost tenderly, conveying all his feelings for you.

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Both of you were still shaking, as you snuggled up to him.

"When are we going to tell the others?" you wanted to know.

"Lass, I don't think there's a need to do that anymore - they already know now," he laughed.

You punched his shoulder, glaring at him.

"Alright, alright, I got the message. Tomorrow, okay?"

Well, you could live with that. Smiling, you cuddled up against him, never wanting to let go again, ever.

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Love Language

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| Characters: Bishop Heahmund & Ivar the Boneless

| Words: ~ 5700 [AO3]

| Warnings: Nothing too bad - just some mentions of severed body parts and a bit of blood - basically a classic day in the Vikings universe

| Summary: Heahmund suffers under Ivar's tyranny during his captivity until some day, he makes a discovery that gives him more power than he would have thought possible.

The idea for the oneshot came up during one of the many conversations with the lovely vaire_gwir. Originally we were just joking about certain scenes in the story, but at some point I started to write it down and here we are.

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Immediately after he woke up, deep inside he felt an unpleasant premonition that something was going to happen that day. For Heahmund it felt like a revelation from God itself. His mood was accordingly not good, and not even the warming rays of sunlight shining through the window of his own little hut, which had been kindly given to him, could lighten his bitter mood.

Outside, spring was in full swing. The plants had awakened from their hibernation and were plunging the dreary winter landscape back into a colorful spectrum full of life. The animals, whose stables were right next to his dwelling, woke up earlier every day and announced each new morning with excited sounds. Some called for food, while others gave in to their animalistic urge to create new life.

Normally, the former bishop didn't mind getting up early and being awakened by the sounds of his immediate neighbors. But lately things were piling up that made him fear he was on the verge of insanity. Sleep, therefore, was a good escape, but it was snatched away from him rudely.

While he was still in the process of putting on his casual everyday clothes, he was already wondering if there would once again be a grotesquely displayed body part on his doorstep. It had become quite a pattern, and Heahmund wasn't sure how much longer he could keep his mouth shut. He didn't want to give Ivar the satisfaction, nor provoke him further by confronting him about it, but he also didn't know how much longer he could play this tiring game.

He was currently living in a state of constant wariness. It wasn't that he was fundamentally afraid for his life. He continued to trust in God and that he had chosen this path for him because he had a task to fulfill. This faith strengthened him, gave him confidence. What made him feel so uneasy was the constant danger of being tortured.

It wasn't enough that he was taken against his will to a foreign land. To barbarians who prayed to false gods and denied the existence of the only true one, the Holy Father. On top of that, Ivar the Boneless, his captor, tried to make him aware almost daily that he was in control of his life. Not only once had the heathen boy reminded him already that it was thanks to his generosity that he could still feel a fresh breeze of air in his lungs at all.

One would think that he would be better off these days. Now that he was no longer kept in chains like an animal in a dark and damp place. Heahmund was allowed to move freely in Kattegat, the city right by the sea where he was kept. He had even gained some respect among the townspeople. His way of fighting, the support he had given in the previous battles, but especially his connection with Ivar, the youngest prince, had given him a certain prestige.

Still, the thought that his time as a spat upon prisoner had been more bearable for him gnawed at Heahmund from time to time. During his initial captivity, he had known what to expect each day. There had been a rhythm that had provided structure, and although the conditions, such as all the dirt and little food, had not been pleasant, he preferred that to the constant mental attrition to which he was now exposed.

Prince Ivar obviously loved to play with him, and not only on a board with small carved figures. Heahmund had come to the conclusion that he had become his favorite toy. Otherwise, he couldn't explain the fact that the spoiled boy was constantly on the lookout for him, always near him, as if by chance. He felt like a study object that was being observed in order to learn how to harass him the best way. He was used to Ivar watching him train, being under his supervision whenever he took his meals or interacted with him. These were normal moments for him when he was unable to escape the boy's curious and taunting eyes.

But apart from that, it was not uncommon for him to feel the watchful blue eyes resting on him even in completely mundane moments. Those when he had tried to put as much distance as possible between himself and the prince. When he was going about his own activities, which he was allowed to do quite often. Ivar was omnipresent, always lurking somewhere, spying on him.

Even if Heahmund couldn't perceive him with his own eyes, he still felt the boy's presence physically. The raising of the hairs on the back of his neck and a disquieting feeling were the best indications of Ivar's presence. He was careful in such cases not to give him any reason for further acts of terror. The bishop had become incredibly self-aware of his doings and sayings, always fearing he would trigger the next subliminal threat. He had once said that he feared no man, no matter how wicked he was, but only two days ago Heahmund had wondered anew if he had been wrong about that. Perhaps he had found his nemesis who could teach him to fear. Not through physical superiority, but through spiritual emaciation.

There was no doubt in his mind that Ivar wanted to break him and that he wanted to do it as slow as possible to enjoy it to the fullest.

Ivar the Boneless was a tyrant. Heahmund had even heard one of the brothers say this aloud a few days ago to a girl who seemed to be his future wife. Even though Hvitserk was also a heathen and thus a person whose opinion had no value for the bishop, there was an undeniable truth in this statement, and Heahmund could only agree with it. He experienced this almost daily.

At first, after he had been freed from his pit in the cellar, he had been under the illusion that he had succeeded in wrapping the young Viking around his finger, that his chatter about him and what a perfect warrior he was had helped to give him a good standing. However, he had quickly abandoned this foolish way of thinking, because soon the first nasty games of manipulation had begun.

Like two days ago. It had been a morning like today, when he had wanted to go to the great hall to have his breakfast. When he had opened the door to go outside, he had been confronted with the obscure display of a severed hand.

The hand had lain in a puddle of blood, the bone still protruding from the wrist, and the thick tendons had also emerged from the gaping wound caused by the severing. This sight alone had not made him uncomfortable, for he had seen far worse wounds on the battlefield. What had caught his attention and had made him take another deep breath was the apple that had been lying in the middle of the palm. Juicy red, seductive as in the Garden of Eden, and to him, this symbol had definitely been a clear warning.

While he had looked at the sight, trying to make sense of it, memories of the previous day had returned to his mind. On the way to the market, hunger had gripped him. An apple like the one on his doorstep had appealed to him, and he had wanted to buy it. However, the merchant had been unwilling to do business with a Christian, and the subsequent conversation had not been crowned with success either. In the end, he had gone on without the fruit and instead had bought some dried meat at a few stalls further on.

The fact that an apple had been placed in the severed hand had led him to believe that this was his warning not to try to buy himself a treat again, or next time he would lose his own hand instead. Heahmund had clearly taken it as a warning. Ivar certainly wanted him to stick to his food rations that were served to him. After all, it meant he continued to have some kind of control over him. In addition, he always consumed his meals together with the prince, and sometimes also with all the brothers. Thus, it was an opportunity for contact that the boy probably didn't want to be deprived of when he was starting to eat elsewhere.

It suited Ivar that he couldn't or wouldn't verbalize the rules he liked to have followed. Subliminal threats were more his style, and as Heahmund assessed Ivar, these rules certainly changed daily anyway.

Besides the feeling of threat that he felt for himself, Heahmund was also disturbed by the fact that innocent people were involved in this kind of communication - as innocent as a non-believer could be in his eyes. It wasn't right that people lost their hands or one of their eyes, like it had happened two weeks ago, because he had done something wrong. Something he couldn't even put his finger on, but that seemed just as intentional and part of his torture. Heahmund was sure that Ivar knew very well that he could additionally use this uncertainty to torment him on a mental level.

Another circumstance that contributed to his mental exhaustion was that Ivar didn't act on it when he had contact with him. He talked to him normally, even continued to flatter him with praise about his way of fighting, his sharp mind and he often got asked by the boy if he needed something. It seemed that in those moments the youngest prince was eager to please him, and when he indeed expressed a request, Heahmund always felt that it became Ivar's first priority that it got fulfilled. His freedom, of course, was out of question. Ivar was not willing to grant him that, but almost everything else had been fulfilled so far. Like recently new clothes. The boy had even arranged for him to get clothes that weren't Viking style, but more like what he was accustomed to. For lack of proper materials, they weren't exactly like the ones he used to wear away from battles in England, but they were close enough that Heahmund didn't feel robbed of his true identity.

After this gift, he had actually felt something like gratitude and it was hard for the former bishop to suppress the thought at such moments that he actually felt appreciated, that he was not just a toy, merely meant to amuse Ivar.

This mixture of kindness, praise, and terror was confusing, demoralizing.

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To Heahmund's surprise, he discovered no new severed body part when he stepped outside, where the sun greeted him. Hunger for his ration of breakfast drove him to the great hall, and he knew it was his duty to show up in the morning anyway, to see if Ivar already had plans for him for the day, or if he could do whatever he felt like.

As almost always, Ivar was already present. He seemed to be busy with something on the floor, but no sooner than Heahmund set one foot in the hall, the young prince straightened up, looked in his direction, and an honest-looking smile crept onto his features.

"Ah, my dear bishop. What a pleasure to have you here," Ivar's smile grew even wider, more mischievous while he spoke. "I have something for you."

The way the boy smiled made Heahmund uncomfortable. It did not bode well. It was too friendly, too artificial. His uneasy feeling from the morning was still there, now even more present than before. With slow steps, he approached the table, on which two empty plates and cups were already placed.

Heahmund thought it unusual that Ivar hadn’t already started eating. Normally, he was not waiting for him on purpose. "Ivar," he said as he faced his captor, also nodding briefly to him in greeting. Otherwise, he kept silent and waited for the young Viking to reveal more on his own, what he had in store for him.

A familiar smell rose to his nose, making him take several deep breaths to better perceive and identify it. He knew the smell, believed that he had experienced it many times in full strength around him. As it dawned on him, he looked around, trying to be inconspicuous. Heahmund also wondered why the slave girl who usually served them breakfast had not yet shown up to fill his plate with some porridge and his cup with fresh goat's milk. She usually showed up as soon as he entered the hall so as not to keep him waiting too long.

"What's the matter, Your Grace? You seem to be in a foul mood today, as so often lately," Ivar leaned back in his chair, where he had taken a seat in the meantime, studying every little movement Heahmund made. The young prince couldn't suppress the smirk that made his lip go up one-sided as he saw the wished effect the chosen title caused.

Heahmund stared at him for a split second. In order not to give Ivar the satisfaction of victory, he put on a neutral facial expression again. Not only once had he told him that as a dirty heathen he should not put those words on his tongue. It was nothing more than a mockery to provoke him, but he was not in the mood for these infantile games. "Why does it smell like fresh blood in here?"

“Ah~, always straightforward and so attentive. I adore that about you, Heahmund,” Ivar said in a soft, almost melodic tone. “It’s part of my present for you, but I’m not finished yet,” For a brief moment Ivar paused, pondering. "Would you please close your eyes until I'm done? I want it to be a surprise."

The smell promised nothing good, yet Heahmund complied. Even though Ivar had made it sound as if it was merely a request and he had a choice to refuse it, Heahmund knew that wasn't the case. It had clearly been an order. Refusal would only cause delay, but by no means would he be able to enforce his own will. Ivar was too stubborn and too short-tempered for that.

Shortly after he had closed his eyes, he heard the clank of a knife and seconds later a sound similar to the one on the battlefield when his sword penetrated deep into the opponent and scraped along bones. After a few moments, Ivar's breathing became labored. The boy began to inhale and exhale more strenuously. Whatever he did, Heahmund concluded, cost him strength.

Cracking sounds, as if wooden handles were breaking, made Heahmund flinch. The smell of fresh blood intensified, as did the uneasy feeling in his stomach. The taste of battle settled noticeably on his lips, causing him to taste a sweet, metallic flavor that put his body on high alert. "Ivar, what are you doing?" The images of severed body parts at his front door appeared before his inner eye, foreboding nothing good. Still, the bishop kept his eyes closed. He would prefer to do so for the rest of his captivity, if in this way he could escape the bitter reality he no longer wanted to face.

"A little more patience ... you'll see soon." A giggle that made the hairs on the back of Heahmund's neck stand up escaped Ivar, and a moment later Heahmund heard him fumbling around again. He hadn't seen anyone else when he had entered the hall, but he hadn't looked closely either. Judging by the sounds and the intense smell of blood, Heahmund already suspected that his gift would be another veiled threat. It was only new that Ivar celebrated it right in front of him.

The absence of any sound of painful whimpering or grunting from Ivar's victim was suspicious, and deep down Heahmund knew why that had to be. There had always been an increase in Ivar's actions, and the day when someone would lose not just a finger, an eye, or a hand, but their entire life, had probably come now.

Despite these suspicions, the bishop was nevertheless shocked when he was allowed to open his eyes again and finally saw what Ivar had prepared for him.

"Oh dear God. Give me the strength to endure this devilish situation and to find the blessings and lessons that it contains. Please give me the endurance to continue ahead. My flesh and my heart may fail, but the Lord is the strength of my heart and my portion forever," The prayer came naturally to his lips, as did the gesture of crossing himself afterward.

In front of him on his plate, was a heart, drenched in blood, unmistakably human.

For a moment he stared at the organ, getting the impression that he could still see it pulsating. It was a while before he could avert his gaze to look at Ivar, bewilderment clearly visible in his expression.

The Viking's gaze was already fixed on him appraisingly. A smug grin graced Ivar's lips and a devilish laugh escaped them as soon as he could see the bishop's shocked face in all its glory.

Still too stunned to speak, Heahmund straightened up and leaned to the side so he could look over the edge of the table. He wanted to know who the heart belonged to, wanted to understand the meaning behind this act, even if he already considered that there could be no logical explanation for it. It was simply a cruel display of power.

Reddish curls came into his field of vision and this feature alone brought the bishop sad certainty and also settled the question of why no one came to serve him his breakfast today. The slave who usually did it was lying on the floor next to Ivar, a gaping wound in her chest area. The last thing she had served him was her innermost.

The question of why was now throbbing more clearly behind his temples, bringing with it several memories at the same time. Heahmund had liked her, had been attracted to her feminine charms. Not only once he had sinned thinking about her small but firm breasts, her curves and her delicate fingers. In his fantasy she had given him other services, he had been the goat milked with skillful touches. She had been always kind to him, perhaps more than she had to be and perhaps, so Heahmund thought, that had been their crime.

The day before, they had angered Ivar. Heahmund now regretted having been so careless. He had mostly ignored the prince, as he had done today so far. The finding of the hand had still weighed heavily on him, and he had been unwilling to pretend that Ivar's friendly attempts at conversation were not just a tactic to wear him down.

With her, however, he had spoken, had wished her a good morning, had thanked her for his meal, and, as so often lately, their gazes had been searching for each other, soaked with unspoken desires on both sides. If he hadn't considered it too great an inexcusable sin to live out his carnal desires with a heathen woman, he would have sunk himself into her willing body long ago to spill his seed hotly inside her. What remained for him, however, was to satisfy his lust with glances at her body, and this he had probably done too shamelessly lately.

The hard sound of a palm slapping against a wooden surface had reminded them that the prince was also still present. The one who couldn't handle rejection so well. Angered, Ivar had reminded him that he was the one who kept him alive, who provided him with food, and who gave him a cabin to live in - out of his own goodwill. With sharply spoken words, he had then demanded that the slave should leave the room. Afterward, they had eaten together in silence until Ivar had asked again in a more friendly tone for a round of Hnefatafl. Heahmund hadn’t denied him this wish. He liked the game as well and they actually hadn't stopped after one round. As always, there had been a desire for revenge on the losing side after the first game was finished.

The mood had returned to normal, as normal as it could be in Heahmund's situation at least.

"Why did you do this?" Heahmund finally asked, looking once more at the heart in front of him before lifting his gaze again and turning his eyes to Ivar, who was still looking at him smugly. "Your threats are getting more and more ridiculous, Ivar. And they begin to make no sense at all. Nothing but your jealousy is expressed in this cruel murder," The bishop sensed anger rising in him, how feelings of guilt were coming up, for he had paid attention to this poor slave, and perhaps it hadn't been a good idea to do so in front of Ivar when Heahmund knew how possessive he was.

"Threats? Didn't I just tell you it is a present?" Astonishment was audible in Ivar's voice as if he couldn't believe what his cherished warrior was concluding. "Do you feel threatened, Heahmund?"

"Yes, of course. What else was I supposed to conclude? You just carved a heart out of an innocent young woman. What else should such a violent and godless act stand for?"

"Innocent? She's nothing like that. She made a fool out of you without you realizing it. I did you a favor."

"Oh, then surely you now expect my eternal gratitude?” Heahmund was upset and didn't hide the scorn in his statement. Ivar's explanation made no sense. He continued to feel that he was being made fun of, and misused as a plaything.

"Indeed. And I would also advise you to get a handle on your tone. I don't like how you speak to me lately. I've already noticed that you don't seem to be familiar with gratitude, yet I'm willing to give you this gift."

Shaking his head, Heahmund puffed out in mock amusement, suppressing his anger in his voice, now sounding rather tired. "Stop playing games, Ivar.”

“I’m not playing games,” Ivar raised his bloody hand, a condition that Heahmund only now really noticed, and pointed his finger at the dead woman next to him. "She was a whore," he said suddenly. "I saw the way you looked at her. You wanted to bed her. Don't even start to deny it!"

"And because I wanted her eventually, she had to die? And you're telling me that I shouldn't see that as a threat? Do you actually hear yourself speak, Ivar?”

"Hmm…~,” Ivar chuckled because Heahmund couldn't confess that, contrary to his vow, he was nevertheless addicted to carnal desire. He waited until the bishop looked at him again, searching the bright eyes that carried a tortured expression at that moment. “I saw her yesterday giving herself to another warrior. She betrayed you moaning so loudly that I'm surprised you didn't hear it yourself. She didn't appreciate you or the way you looked at her. That is why I have taken it into my hands that her heart now belongs to you and you alone."

If Heahmund saw correctly, pride was written all over Ivar's face, suggesting that perhaps the boy truly believed he had given him a valuable gift for which he should be grateful.

“I wasn’t in love with her. With whom she slept was none of my business,” Heahmund tried to argue. In a way, he started to understand where Ivar was coming from, but it was still too much, too inconceivable, to fully grasp the extent of it. Nevertheless, the wheels in his head slowly began to turn, and pieces of the puzzle began to come together.

"The hand that was on my doorstep two days ago, was that also a so-called gift? It wasn't meant as a threat to chop off my hand next?" It was time for Heahmund to find some answers.

"What? Why should I threaten to rob you of your strength? Without two intact hands, you couldn't wield your sword the way you masterfully do," He looked at Heahmund as if he had already gone mad. Ivar couldn't understand how his counterpart could think something so ridiculous. “You are the perfect warrior. Everything I want to be myself....except for the delusional belief in only one god. I envy you, Heahmund, and because I can't be like you, I want you to stay close to me. Having you fight alongside me gives me a great advantage in battle, but I also like your presence, even though you've become quite grumpy lately, no matter what I gift to you.”

Heahmund saw the sparkle in Ivar's eyes that always appeared when he praised him. It wasn't the first time he heard these flatteries, but this time he let them get to him, began to believe them. "But what am I supposed to do with a hand?" He could make sense of the apple, but what pleasure severed body parts should bring him remained a mystery to him.

"The gift lies more in the gesture. Like with the heart. I am aware that you won't put it up for decoration, but symbolically her heart is now yours and no one will be able to take it away from you. The hand served to make an example, to give you back the respect you deserved.” Ivar could see from Heahmund's still perplexed expression that he still couldn't make sense of his elaborate offering. Sighing, he continued to elaborate. “I saw how the merchant was treating you. He had no respect and will not behave like that ever again. Anything you want from him, he will give you for free from now on. He refused to give my right hand a simple apple, now he is deprived of his right hand to remind him of your position here. You may be a despicable Christian, but you belong to me! And I don't tolerate it when my property is treated badly.”

Heahmund closed his eyes for a moment, letting the realization slowly sink in, asking for the next explanation. "What was the deal behind the eye? I never had a bad experience with the shield-maiden, who is now missing one."

“She disrespected you behind your back. It happened during a council meeting when you were giving your opinion about the strategy for our next attack. She was rolling her eyes at you when you were finished speaking. She made it clear that she hadn't even bothered to listen to you. Otherwise, she would have realized how useful your contribution had been. Now she will always think twice before rolling her eyes...eye," Ivar began to giggle because of his slip, causing Heahmund to shake his head in disbelief once again.

“You can’t be serious?”

"Oh, believe me. I am. Everyone who looked down on you or talked ill, like the worthless bastard who insulted you and lost his tongue because of it, had learned their lesson and, in the best case, told others to be more careful as well. I made sure you are treated appropriately for your position.” Ivar took a moment to look at Heahmund, wondering if he should continue speaking. He decided to do so, wanting to provide clarity. I would do almost anything for you, Heahmund, and yet you look down on my gifts, even feel threatened by my kindness.”

Enlightenment flashed through Heahmund. He met Ivar's penetrating gaze, with which he often looked at him. It slowly dawned on the bishop why that gaze had so often made him uncomfortable. It was not the fact that he felt like a prey animal under it. No, it was the subliminal, unspoken affection that shimmered in Ivar's eyes that made him shiver. Heahmund suddenly felt like a chest with a secret treasure was opening in front of him, giving him insights that he had not been aware of before.

It took him a few moments to realize the magnitude of his discovery and a few more seconds to form a strategy for how best to take advantage of it.

"May I tell you what I really want? What gift, apart from my freedom, would make me truly happy?" Heahmund pushed aside the plate with the bloody lump, bent over the table, and so leaned closer to Ivar, who looked at him, spellbound. His voice was deliberately no more than a murmur, dark and penetrating. He had noticed early on that this had a special effect on the young prince, so why not use it to his advantage.

“Yes, I would like to know that.” Ivar mirrored the movement of his opponent and leaned his upper body closer to the bishop, resting his eyes on the older man's lips, waiting for him to continue speaking.

Heahmund allowed a tense pause to develop before starting his answer.

“I want your heart, my Prince," keeping his voice low and barely above a whisper, Heahmund intensified the way he looked at the younger boy, smirking inwardly as he could perceive a nervous swallow.

It was clear from Ivar's astonished expression that he had not expected this request, much less that Heahmund would use this title for him. It was the first time he had called him that. He, too, hesitated for a moment with his answer, taking a moment to process the impact those words left on him. In an even softer tone than usual, he replied to Heahmund as he leaned in a bit more, goaded by his counterpart's slightly parted lips, over which a tongue had flicked just mere moments before. "You already possess it."

The words surprised Heahmund. He hadn't expected Ivar to be so open about it, to not try to hide behind vague words that wouldn't have made him so vulnerable. In a way, he even credited Ivar for being honest with him, for trusting him.

Nevertheless, he would use this newly acquired knowledge to his advantage. Heahmund didn't have to think about that for long. Ivar had been harassing him too much over the past few months. Unintentionally perhaps, but still he would not let the chance to turn their game around now pass him by. The former bishop felt the reins tighten in his hand. The tide had turned, and he could clearly see from Ivar's shy smile and the way he leaned over to him, expectantly, that he actually meant what he had said.

In a way, it was strange for Heahmund to witness the uncertainty that took hold of Ivar's whole demeanor. It wasn't difficult to conclude that the boy was inexperienced in this field and that he himself realized how vulnerable he had made himself. Although as a bishop he was not supposed to have personal knowledge of lust, desire, and perhaps love, he had clearly experienced enough of it in his life so far to recognize it in Ivar's gaze. The scars on his back were witnesses of his sinful life.

It was not the first time that Heahmund was confronted with such innocence, with a longing look, with nervous gestures that betrayed the prince's inner turmoil. Almost all the women in his past had looked up to him with such eyes until he had taken what they had secretly offered him. However, this was the first time he received such a look from a boy who was probably half his age and who only moments ago had murdered someone dear to him.

Nevertheless, Heahmund bridged the last few inches and let his lips brush against Ivar's, which were slightly opened in shock. He kept his eyes open to see the boy's reaction, wanting to be able to retreat quickly if necessary, if he had misjudged the situation after all. Thus he saw Ivar's eyes open wider in disbelief at first, before they closed with delight as Heahmund began to move his mouth slowly.

In order not to drag out the kiss too long, Heahmund broke it rather quickly. He had no desire to savor this experience. A smile spread on his freshly kissed lips as he saw how Ivar tried to bridge the distance again, but failed to initiate a new touch as he leaned back a bit further to avoid it.

"Why don’t you give me the knife then. I would like to cut it out myself. It would be my pleasure to cherish it on a plate as well," With that out of his mouth, Heahmund leaned back in his chair, snorting in amusement and holding the gaze that still rested on him. His own aura had changed from annoyed to shocked to overconfident, whereas the cockiness and arrogance in Ivar's posture had disappeared completely. Left behind was a hurt, humiliated expression.

There was no question that Ivar had understood exactly what Heahmund intended, that his words weren't a romanticized metaphor that testified to true love.

"I see," were the only words Ivar said, masking his disappointment and also the humiliation that overcame him, before he slid out of his chair to the ground. Without turning around, Ivar crawled towards the exit, ignoring his crutches, since he could escape the situation faster in this way. At the entrance gate, he paused once again, raising his voice without turning to face the addressed, before escaping into the open. “You’ve made a bad call, your Grace.”

Behind remained a Bishop, on whose face a knowing smile appeared. He had completely misjudged his situation, as he had just become aware. Clearly, he didn't just have Ivar wrapped around his little finger, no, he had him completely in his grasp, and he swore to himself that he would use this new knowledge to his advantage. The threat just uttered bounced off of him. He would find a way to appease Ivar again. It couldn't be that hard, as enamored as he had looked at him.

Relieved of a great mental burden, the bishop looked after his humiliated admirer, before he stood up and crouched down next to the dead thrall, his filled plate in one of his hands. He gave her back her heart, since he had no use for it, and performed one last service for her by praying for her soul.

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hold-my-hand-kuroo · 4 years

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hugs + inarizaki

headcanons for the miya twins, ojiro, kita, and suna

a peace offering because i absolutely will not be active for this week and the next uwu ❤️

miya atsumu

Being playful and teasing, Atsumu loves giving you surprise hugs. Whether if it’s behind the back tackles or just picking you up and swinging you around like it’s nothing, nothing gives this man more joy than making you yelp and squeal.

Hugs with Atsumu are lively and almost never a quiet and boring time. Whenever he comes home from a work-out or practice sweating bullets, he’ll find you and scoop you into his arms all while you’re squealing and protesting. He secretly uses this as an excuse to get you in the bath with him after.

“You’re getting your sweat all over me-”

“I guess we both have to shower now. Damn, that sucks.”

On the weekends when Atsumu can sleep in, he likes to keep you in bed with him for a painfully long time. He knows you’re awake, and so is he, but nothing makes him happier than clinging onto your middle as you’re squirming to go to the bathroom.

Sometimes when he notices that you’ve had a bad day, his hands will wander to your sides mid-hug, and he’ll tickle you until your giggles fill the room.

He’ll never end the day without a proper cuddle, though. He likes having you in his arms while he’s watching plays or a TV show with you resting your head on his shoulder or chest. Once in a while, he’ll lean down to give you a few kisses on the cheek, but the moment you return the favor, he’s instantly distracted and turns whatever he’s watching off.

miya osamu

He’ll never express it to you directly, but Osamu’s heart flutters every time you hug him from the back while he’s cooking, especially during slow mornings where neither of you are in a rush to go anywhere. Just slip your arms around his waist while he’s scrambling eggs, and you’ve won his entire being over.

He finds it endearing if you don’t let go as he moves around the kitchen, just waddling behind him and trying to follow. Oftentimes, he’ll feel playful about this and tries to move around quickly to see if you can keep up. His soft chuckle gives him away though.

This works in reverse too if you happen to be the one that’s cooking. He’ll rest his chin on your shoulder to peek at what you’re doing. Humor him by acting confused, so that he’ll reach over and help you. He knows you’re joking, but he’s still more than eager to cook with you, since it’s really the best of two worlds for him.

Unlike his brother, his hugs are very much calm and relaxed. He’s the type to hug just for the sake of hugging and for physical contact rather than teasing you for the most part. When the two of you are in bed together, he likes wrapping his arms around your waist with your back pressed into his chest. There’s something about smelling your hair that’s so calm to him. Plus, it’s easier to whisper into your ear like that.

He knows it’s unhealthy, but Osamu lives for midnight snack sessions with you. There’s something so therapeutic about you feeding him chips in his lap with his arms tightly around your waist. If he he’s having a bad day, this is a sure-fire way to cheer him up.

ojiro aran

Aran’s the type who sees hugs as a type of liberation, but even though he likes giving and receiving them a lot, he’ll always ask for permission first. No matter how long the two of you have been together, he needs the affirmation that you’re comfortable with him touching you before doing anything at all.

He’s also scared that he might come off as too clingy when he’s hugging you for a while, but if you continue stay in his arms even after his grip has loosened, it makes him feel so warm and appreciative of your affection.

He’s not the type of person to enjoy messing around given his exasperation whenever either of the Miya twins open their mouths, so cuddling time is soft and peaceful. He’ll ask you about your day always before talking about his own, but he’s not against complete silence either. He likes listening to you breathe, and if you end up falling asleep, he’s over the moon. Seeing that you can become comfortable and relaxed around him to the point of just dozing off is literally his favorite sight.

Despite enjoying peaceful moments, he’s not entirely opposed to banter, especially if you incorporate things you’ve memorized about him into it. For example, if you end up teasing him about how his favorite food is Ritz Crackers, he’s not focused on your teasing but rather the fact that you bothered to remember his favorite food.

He’s a little bit of a hoarder too, so cuddling sessions are warm and comfy. He has a multitude of blankets and pillows in his home that he should’ve tossed out ages ago, but if you happen to like them, he’ll wash them properly and put them to proper use. He’s comfortable whenever you’re around, but he wants to guarantee that you feel the same way too.

kita shinsuke

Kita is a man of habit and routine; therefore, he’s up at dawn right when the sun rises and back home from work when the sun sets completely. During both these times, he also has a few minutes scheduled in for a ‘good bye’ hug and kiss and a ‘welcome home’ hug and kiss from you. His day doesn’t start until he gets to wrap his arms around you for a brief moment, and his day of work never feels like it has ended until you greet him at the door with your arms open. It’s like clockwork.

He’s always very busy, even during the weekends, but he always keeps a close eye on you to see how you’re holding up. Like Aran, he always asks for permission before hugging you, and during the rare instances where he does have some free time, he likes to indulge a little bit longer in your embrace.

Kita’s ideal type of date night is cooking a hearty meal with you and then having you sit in his arms outside while enjoying the brisk night air. He likes it when you run your fingers through his hair, but he even likes it more when you let him press soft kisses all over your hand and face. He says he does only does what he has to do, but for you, he’s willing to go the extra miles to keep you happy. He’s very much an overachiever when it comes to your affections and you.

He’s not really sure why he finds your hugs and hugging you so addictive. Sometimes, under the blazing heat of the sun, he thinks about how it’d be so much better if the two of you were in each other’s arms inside the house even though he’s sweating bullets, and he finds the idea ridiculously amusing. He thinks it might be because of the hugs his grandma gave him as a child and how he always felt safe and content in her arms. He wants to give you the very best, and in his mind, a safe haven where you can smile and relax completely is the best he can offer.

suna rintarou

Like Atsumu, Rintarou’s very much a tease, but he’s sly and more consistent about it. Rather than being energetic about it, Suna’s all about lazy hugs. Whenever it’s late at night, he’ll casually pull you into his arms and bury his head into your neck, and if he isn’t too tired, he’ll breathe the lightest breaths against your ear just to tickle you.

He enjoys doing the smallest things just to fluster you, so if you feel his hands start to wander very, very slowly, it’s probably him waiting for a reaction from you. He’ll stop and sigh if you don’t give him a reaction, and he’ll probably pout in your arms for a while before thinking of some other way to provoke you.

His signature hug is lazily putting his arms over your shoulders or around your middle with his head resting on the top of your head or on your shoulders. He does this honestly whenever, especially when the two of you are home, and you’re just walking around.

He never expresses it verbally, but this is his way of expressing that he’s feeling a little needy, neglected, or touch-starved. Doing it once or twice briefly is just him trying to make doing laundry a harder time for you, but if he continues to let you drag him around the house, take a quick break to give him kisses. He’ll act as if he never asked for them, but he just likes being spoiled.

That doesn’t mean that he never gives though! He’s a man who empathizes with those who feel exhausted after being annoyed by others, so if you come home all gloomy and depressed, he’ll have you lie down with him either on the couch or on the bed with on arm stroking your head and the other rubbing circles on your back. He’ll proceed to let you vent and will roast whoever gave you a hard time into oblivion.

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pure-kirarin · 3 years

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The rose left unwatered (Law x f!reader)

Heyo guys ! this is my first multi part fanfiction and I hope that you will all like it =w=. No TW for now apart for coming smut in next chapters~ This was originally a request by @soul-stealer-reaper . Thanks for requesting :) originally you asked for a scenario with rough NSFW where Law has a crush on a girl that the government is afraid of and that has high bounty. As this will have some parts, everything you asked for will come in the next chapters so no worries :’) ! I won’t hide that wrote quite freely tho, I hope that it’s fine. Synopsis : You have felt unwanted for so long that you forgot the last time you felt like you belonged. Quite paradoxical, when you are one of the most wanted “criminals” in the new world. You cross paths with Law after joining the strawhats at Fishman Island to “kill some time” and you both feel a weird connection from the moment your eyes met, curiosity, hatred or desire, did it really matter as long as feelings were involved ? ---------------------------

A rose left unwatered will wither, A heart left unloved will rot, A sweet dream left untouched will go bitter, A love left unspoken will be forgot. Nemo - Murder in Venice

The first time that Law saw you, he found you extremely annoying. He remembered that he saw your wanted poster somewhere, with one of the highest bounties that he has ever seen. Seeing such a high bounty made him raise an eyebrow at first, what could you have done to have the whole world on your back ? The second thought that came to his mind was that of detachement, then he flinched at that thought.

The first time that Law saw you in person was after his Allience with the strawhats. You stayed at the ship the whole time, you didn't even bother to follow others to punk Hazard or to help them with their plans. He thought that you were an extremely selfish person and you reminded him of the person that he hated most. That way you had of doing what you wanted without caring about others, the smirk you had on your lips at all times, never submitting, always acting so sure of yourself, it irritated him.

How could someone get such a strong reaction out of him ? He didn't even know, he always eyed you from afar and it was enough to know that you prfoundly, passionately got on his nerves.

You joined the strawhats in the Fishmen Island, finding your way to them and just asking to join. Luffy's simplistic demeanor meant that he accepted right away, not caring about who you were and not flinching at your high bounty.

You made it clear that you were just staying to be entertained, in fact, you didn't want to fight, you didn't want to help anyone, your curiosity was just peaked by Luffy, by that man that defied the world government, by that man that defied everyone at Marineford. You weren't impressed, but you just felt sympathy towards him and wanted to find some company.

You found what you were looking for, in fact, life with the strawhats was enjoyable, you didn't get along with Usopp or Nami. The former thought that you were « too scary » and would kill them in their sleep, the latter hated how little you were willing to cooperate.

You had your own reason, but nobody on that ship was able to grasp your personnality, you just had your own way of thinking, your own internal logic that nobody seemed to get. Who were you ? Why were you there and why was the whole world on your back ? All these questions were provoking Law, teasing him endlessly. His curiosity was growing day after day and you were always there, on a lounge chair enjoying the burn of the sun on your skin, not caring about anything else, not caring about him, not that he cared...did he ? You got on his nerves just by being there, he felt obseverd yet, he wasn't the kind of people to get flustered but your gaze was so intense, feline.

It was a soft night on the sunny, a few days before getting to Dressrosa. On this night, the strawhats decided to gather around after dinner like always. They enjoyed socializing and spending time together, telling stories and playing silly games. It was quite late so Momo was already sleeping. Everyone was on the deck enjoying some drinks and you were on the crow's nest, peaceful.

« Y/N-chaaawn~ » Screamed Sanji, making you look down. « Come have some fun with us, don't stay there on your own ! »

« - Yeah Y/N ! We're all having fun here. » Said Luffy.

You jumped gracefully from the crow's nest just like a cat. You then looked around circularly before taking place between Law and Robin as she silently made some space for you. The atmosphere was light and everyone was enjoying themselves. Zoro was drinking bottle after bottle as Sanji was screaming at him. Usopp was telling you all for the tenth time about how he took down a sea king with his little finger and Luffy and Chopper were captivated by how cool that was.

You were just silently enjoying that sense of peace till Nami asked you out of nowhere

« Oh true Y/N, I actually never asked but I am curious, why is your bounty so high ? What have you done ? »

For a second your expression changed and everyone's eyes were on you. You just decided to tell them some kind of lie and you said that you killed a celestial dragon. Everyone looked at you in awe, killing a celestial dragon means that you had to escape from admirals. You excused yourself then saying you were tired, therefore going to sleep.

After hours of partying Strawhats went to sleep. You got out of the girl's quarter wearing only a night gown. Your thoughts were waltzing since earlier's events and you were looking melancolically at the ocean. The sound of the waves was so calming, you got close to the board of the sunny, placing your elbows on the wooden surface. You didn't notice it when Law came your way, he wasn't sleeping either, his sleeping schedule was always herractic. He was still intrigued by the lie you told earlier and by your overall attitude, something about you drew him towards you like a magnet.

-(Y/N)-ya...You didn't kill a celestial dragon, did you?

His voice was low and hoarse, stealing a murmur out of your lips. Your eyes met his, gray, icy. It was the first time he said your name outloud, actually, you briefly ever interacted since he got on this ship.

-Trafalgar ?..

You were wondering why did he bring this up, he never ever showed interest in you and you in him. In fact, now that you looked at him more in detail, you could say that he was an exceptionally handsome male with soft dark hair and a gloomy but all the more seductive cast of demeanor.

He could obtain any female he wanted at a snap of his fingers. You looked away and added :

-I thought that you disliked me. Why do you even ask ?

He raised an eyebrow, but got back to his stoic expression almost immediatly. He didn't know that it showed. However, you were wrong, he was starting to get intrigued by you, by your high bounty, by the detached way you acted. He was usually the one to observe and analyse people, but something about you...He couldn't put a finger on.

-I don't like lies.

-I have my own reasons...I'm sure there are a lot of things that you want to keep secret.

You hesitated then looked his side. He seemed calm still and just shrugged, ready to go back to his spot but then you added ;

-I lied because I didn't want to involve anyone in this...When I was just a child, I was a part of a dozen kids that were selected to take part into a « government experiment »...I don't want to go into details but...you clenched your fist, eyes fixed on an imaginary point in front of you I am the only survivor of that experiment...Therefore I'm being tracked... We were given power...To this day I don't know its extent...But I know that with just a blow of my fingers I could...you gasped How could a child be granted such a power ? Why did they have to choose for me ? I didn't want any of this....I never wanted to fight, I don't want to fight. I just wanted to be normal, to have a family, to feel wanted...haha...your laugh was bitter I mean, I know that I am the most wanted person you probably met, but I didn't mean it in that way. I hope that this satisfies your curiosity, Trafalgar Law.

Your eyes met, he looked in them, deep, searching for traces of honesty. You were telling the truth, there wasn't a doubt. He liked the way his name sounded out of your lips, it was the first time that he heard these three letters murmured by you. It's as if his first name sounded different, you had that way of saying it, almost like a whisper. You looked so vulnerable in your nightgown, so fragile despite your usual arrogant carapace. The fiery tigress looked like a sweet kitten and he was surprised by the way he just wanted to reassure you. He brushed that thought quickly and added, stoic ;

-I see, why did you tell me ?

-You just asked me to, no ? I just felt like we were a bit alike...Ah. Also, quit asking me questions....This is starting to feel like a doctor examination...Now it's my turn to ask. Why do you even care ? I didn't think that the surgeon of death was such a curious person.

He scratched his chin, hesitating for a second, but then he just said bluntly ;

-The first time I saw you, I thought that you were extremely annoying.

- Ah ? you looked at him with a straight face, but still a bit offended If we're playing first impressions then...

-But I get it now.

He wasn't annoyed, in fact, he was just fascinated. It wasn't animosity that he felt but desire to know more about you. It wasn't that he was making sure that you're not endangering anyone, he wanted to look at you, it was just excuses upon excuses, rationalization for a case of irrational fascination. Now that the diagnostic was there, he could understand his emotions more clearly.

-You are talking in riddles but well...Whatever...Why did you form an alliance with Luffy by the way ? I wonder how you're able to handle all of his energy if you can't even stand mine haha.

-Let me correct you ; I don't hate you. He stops for a moment then he adds. There is a man that I would like to kill.

You turn now, back against the wooden border of the ship. You had an amused look on your face, wondering who was that man that he wanted to take down ;

-Now that's interesting ! Let me guess, who is it ?

-You are quite curious yourself, (Y/N)-ya...

He thought it was only fair, you opened up to him, he opened up to you, but telling you the details wasn't for now.

-So you are using the strawhats ?

-I am not sure who is using who. And what is your reason for joing the strawhats ?

-Luffy, you said with dreamy eyes, it's the D in his name...I have been drawn to people with this letter in their names like a magnet...I don't know...I just believe it's fate...

He was startled by your answer, so you knew about the « D » letter ? He also had this letter in his name...He just added then, with a face that didn't betray his surprise ;

-Oh , a girl like you believes in such romantic stories ?

-And what is a girl like me like ? You added, amused. I mean, apart from annoying.

-...Quit it already.

His tone was stable as always. He didn't show it but he thought that it was cute of you, how you insisted and played along. You faced him, your eyes looking right into his and you weren't one to look down, oh no. Irisis into his irisis, looking for him and digging something into him. He didn't even know what you meant by such a look, once again, feline.

The salty smell of the ocean's water mixed with the odor of your fruity perfume made that moment a bit more enjoyable and he wasn't even the type of person to enjoy chatting.

Check mate, you made up for that horrible first impression. You added then ;

-You avoided my question by the way, why wouldn't I believe in « such romantic stories » ? What do you think you know about « a girl like me » ?

You got a bit closer, amused, and he thought that it was getting a bit dangerous. You had a fake woeful look in your eyes. His limbs were filled to the brim with that ocean perfume of yours mixed with that sweet taste, and for a second it was as if that odor operated some kind of spell over him, because a surprising thought occured to his mind ; what would your lips taste like ? Certainly salty like the ocean and a tad like peaches.

Unsettled and unfocused he said ;

-Shouldn't you be sleeping ?

In reality, he didn't want these thoughts to make a nest out of his head and decided to cut the conversation quite abruptly. Your rocked your body back, almost like a child and rose your eyebrows in a semi-sarcastic semi-dramatic way.

-I'm a bit too old for a bed time don't you think, Trafalgar ?

-Just Law.

-Yes yes ! L-a-w...See you tomorrow ! You're not as uptight as I thought.

-(Y/N)-ya.

He just said your name in a strict way, probably indicating that you needed to go. His tone was firm, stop teasing already.

You looked at him with a diminishing smile, pronouncing every single letter so slowly, stretching his name on your lips so that these three tiny letters seemed endless. You tossed your hair, and something about the whole situation, about your feminine charm, something about the breeze of the night made the both of you feel unbearable tension. The type of tension that happens between a man and a woman at three in the morning, that tension that makes every little detail, every look in the eyes, every brush of the fingers feel indecent.

The eyes of a woman can't lie, his ego was stroked as he thought he had a glimpse of your hidden desire.You turned to go back to the girl's quarters, his eyes still hanged on your silhouette. ----------- I hope that you liked this first part. Please tell me what you think. It is a great motivator to know that I’m writing and being read. <3 I wish you all a nice day !

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quietrainfan · 3 years

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Hey! Anyone want some heavy platonic Loceit angsty headcanons I've extracted from the new episode? Well, too bad because it's happening regardless. :)

Yes, also some Unsympathetic Patton. You know what blog you're on. (This interpretation/headcanon shall not die. Not here.)

(Also, this is going to combine my observations and thoughts as well, so sorry in advance if this post turns out as a bit of a mess.)

Alright, so! Orange Side confirmation. How we feelin', Sanders Sides fandom, how we feelin'?

Honestly, the Orange Side theory wasn't something I was really all that into. It was a 'meh, could be cool' headcanon for me personally. But I have to say the way the reveal was handled made me jump in my seat with pure joy. No joke, I audibly gasped when Logan's eyes flashed orange.

It was all downhill from there, I was excited. Anyone who knows me will tell you I'm a sucker for character's eyes glowing when they've reached their limit or are displaying a power they've never shown before, combine that with an unexpected reveal and I'm sold.

Plus, glowing eyes have been a common theme with Unsympathetic content and Dark Side headcanons so you could imagine how the first peak into the Orange Side's existence (or, rather confirmation. we all saw the 'hello' hint, Orange, you cheeky little munchkin.) was his color in Logan's eyes made me feel. It was so cool!!! Ah!

Then Thomas had to tease us again at the end card with our boy Orange's eyes popping up in the darkness, waiting for his chance to be too loud to ignore. Like, the audacity. Who do you think you are, Thomas?! (That was a joke. Sorry, I'm just really pumped.)

Also, Remus got quite a few laughs out of me. Ah, I missed him.

Okay, headcanon time! We're going to do Logan first, then Janus, then combine the two. Sound good? Alright, here we go (Trigger Warning for discussions of alcoholism, please if anything I write here sounds insensitive or inaccurate, let me know and I will edit. Also, no need to read if you don't want to. Stay safe.) :

Logan

Logan knew where to grab for that alcohol bottle.

I mean, I guess that makes sense since he lives there and is naturally the most observant Side. But...that bottle's placement was a little too convenient.

Sure it was played up as a joke and it was funny.

But something about the way Logan threw his coffee into the sink and quickly replaced it with the wine stuck out to me.

I've joked about Logan and/or Janus having to "drink to cope" due to sharing the single brain cell Thomas has amongst all the chaos. But seeing that in an actual episode, even as a gag, is kind of...different.

Let me explain.

This may be a common thing for Logan that he struggles with.

He wakes up early to be the first one to help Thomas start the day, naturally. Logan goes to make his cup of coffee and there's always the lingering urge to take a sip of wine before anyone can see because he just...can't face everyone without needing just a little bit of it to cloud out all the gross, petty, negative feelings he experiences every day around them.

He's logic. He can't be drinking and risk any more harm to Thomas's function.

So, it's a constant battle with coffee vs wine, coffee vs wine, coffee vs wine-

Most of the time Logan is able to resist and go with the coffee.

It doesn't make him feel good in the slightest. If anything it makes him feel even worse knowing he'll be more alert that day.

Logan hates that was even a thought at all. He needs to be alert. Otherwise everything will fall apart. He is the rock in the system and without him everything will crumble.

Such a selfish mindset. He needed to focus.

Other days Logan just doesn't have it in him to discard the wine regardless of how much he wants to.

He knows what the day holds for him. It was all so repetitive at this point. Logan knew when he wasn't able to get through it despite it all.

That didn't stop him from shaming himself for caving. He should be able to handle this. He's made so much progress with resisting it up to this point but today he through it away again because he just had to, right?

Sometimes Logan finds himself "cheating" by hiding a couple drops of wine into his coffee on days when he chose the coffee but later felt particularly bad about...a lot of things, into his second cup.

Logan more often times chooses neither. The temptation for clouding out the others was just too strong and was a waste of time.

Logan is beyond tired of the others.

Every single action they have agitates him now. No matter how minor it is.

Roman's loud voice and constant references makes Logan's toes unconsciously curl beneath his shoes. Even a silent warm smile and wave from the prince fills Logan with an unpleasant tingle in his knuckles.

Virgil's neverending foreboding and unnecessary nasty remarks that he doesn't even bother to filter provokes Logan's new habit of biting his tongue. Any kindness he ever gives him makes his stomach twist.

Patton's nicknames, poking for for a laugh, his "sweet" way of shoving away any objection he may have, how casually he behaves as if he isn't part of any problems- how quickly he's prepared to "bounce back". Logan feels like every word, action from him something steps on a guitar cord in the back of his mind that makes the ugliest, loud, screeching sound. He feels this strange warm fuzzy ache he can't define. All he hears is that cord playing faster and faster the longer he stays in their presence. Logan no longer trusts himself alone with Patton.

Logan thinks if he just separates from the others long enough, the ugly strumming noise will go away.

But he's so wrong.

Logan can hear it even when he's all alone. When it's finally silent, he still can't get rid of it.

It's loudest when Logan is alone in his room. Logan has lost count of how many nights he's spent clenching his head, quietly sobbing, and praying for it to just go away already.

Logan often feels like he's losing it.

On nights where the sounds are particularly louder than usual, he swears he can see orange shadows creeping around him, lights of the color flashing on and off, he sometimes even sees it seeping in and out of the cracks of his door like a thick fog. At times he'll even wake to it glowing absurdly bright through his window.

It's just the sunrise. Logan tells himself. He has to believe that. Everything else looked normal, after all.

What's worse is Logan doesn't know how long he's been hearing this sound or seeing the strange lights.

Patton knows about Logan's late night and early morning struggles.

But surprise, surprise, he pretends as if he's nonthewiser.

If either Virgil or Roman asks about Logan, Patton will answer: "Oh, that silly billy's probably got his head in one of his astronomy books again! I wouldn't bother him right now."

Knowing full well he's having an emotional breakdown in his room that gets worse every day.

Knowing about the little sneaks of alcohol in his hot morning beverage. Might even speak about yummy drink combinations when they hang out in the living room, while Logan is present, specifically and even only on the days Patton knows he's cheating with his bad habit, while he's still drinking it.

The further Logan is to the edge, the better. Patton is still bitter about the events of Redux ending in his favor, after all. He needs leverage from somewhere.

When Thomas left to see Nico, Logan heard the cord again. His chest tightened and though he could feel the tears welling up, he kept them down.

Thomas hasn't been very happy lately. He had to let him have this.

No matter how loud those cords get.

Janus

I noticed that Janus was either unseen by the others or unacknowledged by them.

Janus was near all of them but far enough that he was separated.

He could've just popped up at the end without them noticing but...that's less angsty therefore less fun so-

Janus has been the instigator for bringing Sides that have been hidden away to be brought to light for a long time. If the assumption that Janus let Remus out is true.

He's always been hinting at upcoming events that are sure to come if Thomas continues to ignore certain aspects of himself.

He knows. He knows our Orange boy is getting worse and soon will be too loud to ignore. Janus wants to protect Thomas but that's becoming harder every day. Thomas is making it harder.

Janus will reveal the Orange Side eventually. And very soon. Hell, that's looking like less and less of a choice considering Logan's...outburst.

I think Janus has this painful awareness that he can be seriously hated for doing his job. After all, he's always the one who's forced them to acknowledge uncomfortable truths about Thomas.

He's the one giving them all of those hard pills to swallow and especially after Remus, it is definitely overwhelming and exhausting to be met with.

They question their roles more and more because of how used they are to the fixed mindset Thomas has had for such a long time.

That can't feel good.

Janus knows that his job may cause more hatred to fester the more that's revealed.

Janus is being kept at arms length and he knows that won't stop any time soon.

But he's a clever snake. That won't keep him from keeping an eye on Patton.

(Find it real suspicious that Patton was all mushy with Janus in that end card but still is at a big distance from him.)

Loceit

Janus will sometimes find Logan in the common room with his head in his arms, sprawled out against the coffee table. His glasses being discarded from half his face, unmistakable tears lazily dripping out of his lifeless eyes.

Janus would wordlessly go to the sink and grab a glass, filling it with water.

Janus goes over to Logan, giving him a gentle rub on the back. He urges him to sit up. It takes Logan a few minutes but eventually does.

Janus hands Logan the water, supporting the back of his neck as struggles to get it down, reminding him to take his time.

Janus takes his glasses and gently sets them on the table. He hands Logan some tissues.

Logan lifelessly takes them and tries to clean his face. But he always ends up crying into them.

Janus moves Logan unkempt bangs from his face before moving his head to his shoulder. Janus manifests a warm blanket over Logan and uses a bit of his abilities to soothe the shorter man's pain, tenderly putting pressure on his neck.

Janus and Logan have a talk. Logan always asks why he bothers to stop and comfort him.

"You've helped me through a lot, Logan. Not returning the favor is out of the question."

That was always his answer.

Janus and Logan do this often.

Janus opens up about sometimes needing a bit of a drink himself from time to time. Though mostly that consists of tea more often than not, he sometimes has a glass of wine or two to relax on days when it's particularly hard.

He feels ashamed of it. Janus has to be the strongest out of everyone, especially the Dark Sides. Allowing things to faze him was the worst case scenario. At least, to that degree.

But Janus understands that isn't his fault and urges Logan not to blame himself, either. While he hated that weakness he occasionally submitted to, he wasn't going to let the rare slip up to define the worth of his role.

Logan thinks that Janus really is the strongest out of all of them just for saying things like that and he's being too hard on himself.

On nights when things become too much Janus will sit with Logan and share a drink. They try to have as many conversations without wine as possible but sometimes Janus says "screw it" and sits with Logan with one or two drinks.

Just having Janus there helps Logan choose his coffee in the mornings and feel as if he's being heard even a little bit.

Now if only those cords could actually quiet down, that'd be even better.

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kaisa-ryo · 3 years

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Sukuna Ryōmen NSFW Alphabet

Warning: English isn't my native language!

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A = Aftercare (What he likes after sex)

Lie on your back with your arms crossed under your head. Most of the time, Sukuna looks up at the ceiling and thinks about something; sometimes he talks to himself, asks himself if he really loves you or pretends to love you. But when you start to cuddle up to him, he looks at your sweet sleeping face and, smiling for some reason, gently squeezes your hand, which rests on his chest, and snuggles up to you.

B = Body part (His favorite body part)

At first you thought he was joking when you said he liked your whole body. But he was not joking. From the outside, he really admires your whole body, because for him you are the most perfect specimen in the world, and he was simply mesmerized by your perfection. Perhaps it will surprise you, but you began to realize your sexual attraction only with him. Before him, you had no idea how good you are. Yes, there were those types who said that your eyes should be mesmerizing and your hair should be long. Or that you must have big lips. Naturally, for a long time you considered your appearance as your biggest flaw. But against the will of fate, as in a typical love story, one possessive brute appeared and made you love yourself. You haven't confessed to him yet that you are grateful to him for teaching him to love yourself. And even if every day he notices some flaws in you, you still don't listen to him, because you know that he still likes your body, it's just that such an egoist has a habit of influencing you and the people around you.

C = Cum (Everything about sperm)

Anywhere, as long as it is your body.

Yes, inside, too, is no less horny, but hell, you seem so spoiled and dirty in his eyes when you are covered in his cum. He will not let you go to the shower right away, because he wants your body to be more saturated with his scent. And he doesn't care that you are indignant, that you are uncomfortable. If he needs it, he will do it.

D = Dirty secret

Public sex.

Sukuna moans at the thought of how he is leaning you as much as possible against the panoramic window so that everyone can see how you wriggle and groan. You feel his tense flesh, watch how he digs more and more into your buttocks, and feel how his penis, increasing in size more and more, pierces your pussy. It seems as if in the whole universe there is nothing but his rhythmic movements inside you. Everything else: people outside the window, cars, barking dogs - nothing compared to this powerful electrical discharge that escapes from your body at that moment.

E = Experience

It was several times before you. Only now, none of them wanted to start a relationship with him. As, in principle, he is. Yes, baby, sex without obligation is still in fashion. You yourself can no longer remember why it was you who decided to take such a brave step - to meet with the curse, and even with their king. Probably because even behind the veil of selfishness and dependence on power, you could see in him one pitiful, but still a drop of humanity. Naturally, Sukuna did not disregard this and even imbued with your enthusiasm. And this splinter is still amazed that you have not left him yet.

F = Favorite position

His most favorite is missionary and doggy style with a squeeze of your wrists over your head. So he can do whatever he wants: change speed, pace, bite, and you cannot stop him or push him away.

G = Goofy (Serious at this moment?)

No.

During the process, he can throw something dirty and humiliating. Can slap, bite or hit. He cannot stand it when it is quiet and only spanking and your moans are heard. He needs to create a whole performance, whatever, just to fill the room with something passionate other than silence.

H = Hair (Is the hair okay?)

Not at all.

The king of curses does not see the need for this at all. If you're uncomfortable with giving a blowjob, he doesn't care. He's not going to waste time making you comfortable. Only throws a short "bear with it." But one day you still managed to persuade him to at least try, smirking him with cute eyes. Then he “limped” for a long time and was angry with you, because it was as if his skin had been ripped off below him, and now everything became sensitive. You laughed at him until everything grew back again, and Sukuna vowed that he would never shave his pubic hair again.

I = Intimacy (Romance)

Oh, he has a problem with that. But don't be in a hurry to despair, he just started to learn!

Most recently, he stopped making a grimace of disgust after kissing you on the cheek or kissing the back of his hand. There were some compromises - now he began to inhale your scent into all his lungs. Then you asked why and why, and received in response what he liked, how you smelled, adding that for all the time that he was on Earth, he had never felt such a unique and intoxicating scent. Not to say that it did not bother you at all, then you really felt a pleasant feeling of goosebumps.

He has no money for gifts, but if you try, he can take you to any place. If you want - to the forest, if you want - to an amusement park, if you want - to a park of culture and rest, if you want - to a museum. In general, such a good guide. Lazy and does not immediately agree, but still a guide.

You push him to all these (however, there is no one else), forcing him to watch dramas, musicals, family comedies, throwing fleeting glances at him when the romantic scene begins. He will cast a second glance at you and guess your goal, sighing in disgust and rolling his eyes.

J = Jack off (masturbation)

It happened a couple of times. That same dirty secret.

To be honest, he didn't react in any way when you caught him doing it in the middle of the day. Unless he just wanted you to "help him." You rolled your eyes and slammed the door, leaving for another room. He grinned maliciously with such a predictable reaction. He was sure that you wanted it, it was just that you didn't have the courage.

K = Kink

If you only knew how languidly he sighs when you give yourself pleasure. Especially if you do it for him. The way you do it turns all his ideas about sex upside down. How you moan when you play with your nipples and stick thin fingers into your hole - it makes his mind melt in an ocean of pleasure. How he fidgets, waiting for your orgasm when you start kissing him. How do you hold his shoulders, snuggling up to him so that he can feel all your hidden virtues. He asks for more and more. And then suddenly he sharply grabs the hair and digs his lips hard into your mouth. He has very strong arms, it seems that even a pinch of effort, and your head will be ripped off. Yes, power and the elements of BDSM are also on his list of favorite things about sex, as are bites or wet sucks.

L = Location (Favorite places to have sex)

To be honest, he has no preference.

If he wants to fuck you on the kitchen table, he will. If he wants to fuck you on the couch, he will. In the laundry, he'll do it. It's no secret for you that he would not mind trying a couple more places and he will never get tired of coming up with new ones.

M = Motivation

He likes it when you suddenly start to dominate or suddenly rub against his cock.

He realizes that he has a competitor and this idea turns him on as hell. Sukuna naturally loves to compete, and you also add fuel to the fire. Naturally, he will not give in, because you are still a pitiful person in comparison with him, and your power must be defended. Therefore, do not be surprised if he begins to act more efficiently than usual in order to assert his own greatness. And Sukuna will try to show you how small and insignificant you are, unlike him.

N = No (Which will not do)

Greed and the desire to completely control the process, of course, is what he aspires to, but when he sees you suppressed and constrained by some thought coming directly from your subconscious, it worries him much more. Such vulnerability literally tears him apart. Under the pressure of circumstances, he turns, in a sense, into an evil, but caring mother. The king of curses first looks at you, as if expecting your gaze on him. Realizing that this is useless, he starts the dialogue first:

— Well, what is different?

Now you didn't want to answer him. I didn't even want to see him. This is not the first time he has shown waywardness. It started to exhaust you in order. The thoughts in your head were dark and your voice sounded cold and indifferent. I thought that it would be better to kiss you or touch you tenderly, but his hands at that moment were too persistent. It infuriated, but it was already impossible to leave. And he did not stop talking to you.

— Sor..m.. - the words from his lips sounded somehow strange. He seemed to have eaten the last syllable.

— What? - you responded.

— Sorrmm...!

— I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.

— Forgive me already, fucked up!

He rolled his eyes after you started either laughing or crying (you laughed and he realized it almost immediately).

O = Oral (Likes to receive or to give)

Receive. Definitely.

What else can you expect from a cursed spirit like him? He will definitely make sure that the blowjob is the longest process in sex for him. Moreover, he will do this persistently: winding your hair around your hand, forcing you to swallow the penis as deeply as possible, so that later as deeply as possible and finish. He doesn't care if you gag, cough or provoke a gag reflex. Sukuna insists that you have to endure, adding "for my sake" with feigned tenderness. You have no choice but to succumb to his pressure. After all, if you do not do this, do not expect that he will please you.

P = Pace

Very lively.

There is hardly a second when you can completely relax. He will hammer into you like a jackhammer, dig his nails into the skin, leaving red streaks on it, and whisper something viciously at the same time. In order to somehow soften these moments, you intensely squint and succumb to his tricks, allowing you to lull your vigilance and give an outlet to the accumulated tension. But you still feel a growing wave of excitement inside you. And Sukuna knows it, as if he reads your thoughts.

Q = Quickie

Immediately starts high. And if because of this you end up quickly, he will require a second round, then a third, and so it will continue until he gets tired of it. Your sex play can last for hours. His "come on, I know that you are already at the limit" will be repeated so often that you will not even be able to think about anything other than orgasm. And he fucking loves it.

R = Risk (Ready to experiment)

Always ready.

You have such compelling requests almost every day. You refuse the majority, because they sound too crazy, but he does not despair and continues to whisper details in your ear, if you nevertheless agreed. And this is, surprisingly, really a working method.

Did the baby suddenly want sex on the roof? Why not!?

On the director's desk? Oh, how can you refuse when you ask him so sweetly, moaning into the phone speaker and squeezing around the air, instead of which there should be yours and only your Sukuna.

S = Stamina

Fuck with him until the morning? Easy! If you are free all weekend, he will definitely find time for you to have fun (if you understand what I mean).

T = Toys

Bad attitude. It's just bad.

— This crap can't take and replace my dick like this! — shouted the King of curses, — Or do you think that she will be better!?

— No, that's not what I mean! — you yelled, — I just suggest you try.

— In that case, I'm against it.

He turned around and left.

You rarely managed to convince him, and this time he was seriously opposed to it. Well, if you want to try them, then you have to do it alone in secret from him.

U = Unfair (Does he like to tease)

It is already difficult to remember at least one sex in which he would not tease you.

Yes! God yes! He knows that you want him at any time of the day or night. Every minute ... He knows all this and feels as if it is a part of him, as if he was destined to constantly touch, squeeze, lick and caress you. Feelings are heightened more if you tell him this directly. For this, he is ready for almost anything. He is ready to give up and just melt between your legs. His skin is so sensitive to your touch that every movement of yours creates desire in him. And an ordinary "dirty slut" excites both of you no less than any other intimate intimacy.

V = Volume (How loud is it)

Loud.

The kisses that descend on your goose bump, lower and lower, turn into a marathon of moans and screams. Whichever of you tries to sound quiet, at times like this it becomes useless. Sometimes you even thought that Sukuna just wanted to shout you down. Such thoughts make you smile involuntarily.

— Why are you smiling? Are these days over?

W = Wild card (Random headcanon)

One neighbor lives next to you. Kind and friendly. Every day, there is a new gift for you - a cake, a cookie, or even a garden gnome. In general, he loves you very much and is constantly interested in when you will marry.

One night you were especially noisy: the bed was reeling back and forth, its back was banging against the wall, and you were screaming with pleasure so that the glass trembled. In general, it is not clear how the house sustained both of you, but you woke up in the morning as if you had slept for a whole month.

You were lying around, unable to even pick up your phone or go to the toilet. And then there was a knock on the door.

You quickly pulled on your panties, threw a robe over your naked body and with small steps ran to open the door. There was a neighbor at the door. It turned out that she had heard the noise from your house all night and decided that they were burglars or worse. The morning head, with difficulty digesting information, finally woke up and at that very second you felt so ashamed that you winced and closed your eyes.

— The guy and I had a fight a little. But it's okay. Rampaging is the norm for him.

She was a little taken aback by this answer.

— Was it me who was on the rampage? — There was a hoarse voice from behind, — Yes, you rode on me like a stallion! Although, to be honest, I liked such a filly...

The neighbor stares at Sukuna, dumbfounded.

You wanted to put it in a blender right now.

X = X-ray (What's under the clothes)

20 cm. During erection ± 2.5

Y = Yearning (How high is the sex drive)

As stated earlier, Sukuna is not good at compliments or gifts. And he himself constantly claims that this is not necessary at all. He acts on the following principle: good for you, good for him, then everything is fine and nothing else is needed. You want something romantic, not depraved. Sometimes he gets bored with his reproaches and requests to spend the evening in bed again. One gets the feeling that he is not capable of anything else.

Sukuna wants to change for you. Listens attentively when you say anything about the human world. What are the customs, countries, traditions, sights. He remembered everything that you said to him and remembers, too, what you tell to this day. He wants to prove that you were not mistaken by discerning humanity in him, towards which no one ever dared even look. She looks at other men, studies gestures and tries to repeat them. Now you do not understand this, but one day you will realize it, and you will love him like you never did before.

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Z = Zzz (How quickly falls asleep)

He does not fall asleep and does not sleep. And he goes to his tomb and sits on the throne while thoughts of you visit him. The more he thinks, the more he wants to touch you. Take it and never let it go Any philosopher would say that you are the same as all people. She is as ordinary as millions of others, with her weirdness and naive dreams. Anyone would say, but definitely not him. He doesn't care if you’re ordinary or not, but he wouldn’t date you if he thought the same way. Even if you don’t live a thousand years like him, you’re ready to give you half of your life force, just to die with you.

He doesn't like such thoughts. They don't like the fact that you tied him to yourself, just once you smiled sweetly. He gets angry and screams that he allowed himself to get too carried away by you, and everything around, the whole world is just a pitiful soap bubble, which does not exist even in such a seemingly huge format as your most human soul of all.

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#jjk #jjk imagines #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk sukuna #jjk ryomen sukuna #jjk x reader

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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Can you write a blurb about Kristina and Grays gf not getting along the best at first (maybe they misjudged each other). Then the twins help then get along.

{disclaimer- i adore kristina & am in no way shape or form portraying her like this in real life. this is fiction so pls take it with a pinch of salt!}

kristina had been in the twins life a lot longer than you, granted, but it appeared the minute another female entered the close group dynamin- thats wasn’t on professional basis- it caused a tense atmosphere people refused to acknowledge. one that would come to light further down the line when you hit breaking point.

kristina was always cold with you, giving you blunt answers whenever you tried to make general conversation and get to know her a little better. she would never acknowledge you presence whenever the four of you hung out together, often trying to exclude you from the group and make you feel like you weren’t meant to be there. she always stuck close to ethan’s side and would sent you daggers across the room whenever you spoke.

it got to the point where you gave her the same treatment back. sick and tired of being pushed out and treated poorly, when you couldn’t even pin point what you did to ever make her hate you. yourself and ethan had thankfully grew closer, due to the blossoming relationship of you and his twin brother. one going strong after 3 months together, but you seemed to hit a bump in the road when it came to getting ethan’s girlfriend on your side.

the twins often refused to acknowledge the tension between their girls, not wanting to upset either of you or cause an argument between each other. of course when it came down to it, grayson would always take your side, but when it came to his twin brother, he was caught in the cross roads.

the twins had been feeling stuck and uninspired when it came down to their content on youtube. they rationally called a team meeting with adele, mando and their editors, also making sure you and kristina where there for moral support of your significant other. it seemed whenever you tried to make a suggestion that would better the twins and their mental health, she shut it down. she argued back with every point you made and always made sure she was agasint you, instead of working together for the two boys you both loved dearly.

“ok, what the fuck s’your problem?” you lost it, hitting your hands agasint the table that was keeping a strong distance between you and kristina- one you you were grateful for in your anger filled moment. grayson flinched at your sudden tone, putting a gentle hand on your thigh to try and calm you down, knowing you were about to explode something that had been bubbling for a while.

kristina scoffed, a small smirk on her face at the reaction she finally managed to provoke from you. she hoped now grayson could see the type of girl she thought you were. “you’re my problem, y/n. what exactly are you intentions with grayson, huh?”

her question and hurtful accusation takes you surprisingly off guard. your eyes widen in disbelief as you feel grayson stop his comforting trances on your skin and stare at ethan with a tight lip. not knowing what to say and do in that moment, he was just as stunned as you. was he missing something kristina wasn’t?

“you’re joking me right? who do you think i am!” you push yourself away from the table. hands being thrown in the hair as you pace the room with all eyes watching you intensely.

“a clout chaser? only with grayson for his fame and money? im a girl as well, y/n. i can see straight through your act.” kristina picks at the cracked nail vanish as she smirked. eyes flickering from your worked up figure, to grayson’s slumped over, tense one.

“ok, kristina. that’s enough.” you were thankful for grayson in that moment. you felt your eyes well up with tears as you turn to grayson with a look that broke his heart, before leaving the room without a second glance. not quite believing what came out of kristinas mouth, not only in front of your boyfriend, but his entire team. the people closest and extremely protective of him.

“grayson, im just looking out for you. i’ve seen you get hurt before and i can’t stand to watch it happen again-“ kristina tries to reason with grayson, persuading to make him understand the place of care she’s coming from. she looks over at ethan to back her up but retracts into herself when he says nothing.

ethan knew how fragile his brother was when it came down to his love life, but he could see the way you instantly clicked with grayson. he had a strong twin feeling you were serious about him, he could see in your eyes how much love and admiration you had for his brother. how gental and loving you were with his heart... but he wouldn’t dear say that in fear of upsetting his girl and ruining his own very happy and healthy relationship.

“you know she cries to me every night?” grayson’s sudden voice of reason speaks up and startles kristina from her saddening thoughts. making her look at him and listen to every word that fed into her guilt of witnessing you cry before her very eyes. you wouldn’t get that emotional over her opinion if you didn’t love the heck out of grayson.. right?

“grayson, i-“

“she has a constant fear that im going to break up her. that im not gonna keep her around anymore, all because you, my bestfriend, hates her for whatever reason. she adores you, kris. she constantly gushes about how cute and in love you and e are, how pretty you are, how she so desperately wants to be your friend. not even for my sake, she generally cares for you.”

with that grayson leaves kristina to regret ever doubting you in the first place. rushing out the room to find you and comfort you the way he knew best, holding you in his arms and promising to keep you safe. kristina’s words did not effect him in the slightest, he knew your feelings for him were true. he knew how genuine and real you were. you never once gave him any reason to doubt you, and therefore he was going to do the same, sticking by your side no matter what.

“ethan, im so sorry,” her voice breaks, turning into her boyfriends chest as she broke down. realising she could have ruined not only her friendship with grayson, but the best thing that had ever happened to him- you. she sees that now.

“baby, go talk to her. she’s a sweet girl, fits in perfectly in our little family and grayson loves her. we should too.”

ethan knew exactly the right things to say to get his girlfriend to face you and apologise for her wrongdoings. interrupting your moment with grayson shushing your cries and kissing away your tears as she pulled you into her own arms and begged for your forgiveness. something you were more than willing to give. loving the idea of gaining a new friend- a sister.

“let’s fucking go! the fams back together.” grayson high fives his twin brother who came out at the right time to witness the girls in a soft embrace. both twins going in for a bro hug as they held each other close and watched the start of their girls, their soulmates, become inseparable.

the twins ruin your moment of apologises and your promises to not break grayson’s heart, by jumping into the mix and squeezing together for a much needed group hug. the four musketeers that would stand by each other’s side no matter what. the perfect happy family, with your own happy ending in each other.

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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ON THE EDGE ~ Pt. 7

Characters: Gavin Reed x fem!Reader; Connor; Hank Anderson;

Warnings: cursing

Words: 2.204

Sweat was running down Gavin's muscled body. He was groaning and moaning breathlessly while he enjoyed the sweet pain shooting through his lower abdomen. He was shuddering and shaking. The rhythmically moves were what he needed now. The physical interactions were what he craved for.

It was three in the morning as Gavin trained on his boxing bag until he almost collapsed. Gasping for air, he hugged the bag and slumped down on his knees. He closed his eyes violently as burning sweat was running into them. The past evening was running endlessly through his mind like a broken record or … a rollercoaster. Once again, he was tormenting himself.

…the kiss … I love you … he's nice… why him … I wish you two just all the best … Gavin, wait! …

"Fuck, damn it…", Gavin whispered. He was exhausted and not just because of the training and the lack of sleep. But rather emotionally. Like he had feared, the situation was a mess. It was a disaster. He had waited too long with admitting his feelings and now, he had lost yn to an android. Nothing was as worst as the thought that he had lost the fight about her because of Connor.

Gavin knew he would go crazy if any of this would last longer. Slowly, he opened his eyes, determined that he had to change something. He couldn't force yn to love him back. Mostly not if she had chosen someone else instead of him. But he could force himself to store away the feelings he had for her. It would need some time and it wouldn't be easy but Gavin had to do something or otherwise it would end him.

Yn wasn't able to find sleep during the last night. Everything that had happened was a bit too much and a bit too confusing. Connor. Gavin. Two guys kissing her at the same evening. Was that a prank and she just couldn’t understand the payoff of the joke? And not just that Gavin had kissed her, he also had confessed his feelings for her? Feelings she never expected him to have for her. Of course, they were working together and they had grown together as very good friends but … Gavin Reed was loving her? Her idiotic douchebag partner was loving her and she had no idea?

Then, there was what had happened during the kiss with Connor. Sure, she liked the android. He was nice, friendly, handsome but after all, he was an android. Since they got invented, she was a supporter of them. She couldn’t see them as ‘things’ like others did. She would never get one on her own but she also couldn’t imagine being with one of them. She knew herself good enough to know that she would miss something. And as Connor had kissed her, surprisingly skilled how she had to admit, something got triggered inside her. Connor kissed her but it wasn't the lips she wanted to feel on hers, she realized. As he brought her closer, it wasn't the hands she wanted to feel on her body. As yn stopped the kiss, it wasn’t the pair of eyes she wished to look into…

It was three in the morning and yn accepted the fact that sleep was something she wouldn’t find, therefore, she just stood up, took a shower and filled herself up with as much coffee as she could to get through the next few hours. She was thankful as it was time to go to work.

As she entered the DPD, she was glad to see Connor already sitting at his desk AND she was happy to see that Gavin hadn’t arrived yet. Therefore, she could talk with Connor first before she could speak with Gavin.

Connor shot up from his desk as he noticed yn coming over to him, “Good morning.”, he said with a broad smile but he also noticed that she looked tired, “Is everything okay?”, he asked concerned.

“No, if I should be honest-”

“Is it because of the kiss? Like I said, I’m sorry. It was a thoughtless reaction-”

“I know and I’m not- look, Gavin had seen us yesterday. He told me that as we met in the bar… Gavin, he wasn’t really … pleased about it-”

“Not please? What does that mean?”, Connor asked confused.

Yn felt how her brain was just goo and she had no idea how she should go through this day with all this useless, emotional crap during the preparation time for this important case. But she had to deal with it. She pinched the bridge of her nose before she looked up at Connor, “You know how he is. I will talk with him. Trying to remember him to focus on the case first.”, she said calmly. She already felt bad for rejecting Connor how she had done it the previous night. Now, the android didn’t also need to get treated badly by Gavin who felt rejected as well. She feared he would try to take out his anger on the android. Yn wanted to talk with Gavin, to tell him the truth, telling him what she had found out about her feelings but this morning wasn’t the right time. She hoped he would understand that.

Never in her whole life, Yn was so wrong.

As she saw Gavin entering the DPD, she hurried over to intercept him, brave enough to speak with him, “Gavin, hey, about yesterday-”, she tried but his dead glance stopped her.

“Not now, yn. We have work to do.”, Gavin said ice cold. He saw her shocked expression about his distanced behavior. It hurted him to see her like this because of his reaction but if he wanted to get over her, he had to be strong. The last thing he needed was to hear anything about her developing relationship with Connor.

He was about to leave but yn grabbed his arm, “No, please. Don’t run away. We really have to talk, okay?”

Gavin looked into her eyes and he was about to give in but his will was stronger, “No. I don’t wanna talk. Just let us focus on the case.”, he pulled his arm out of her grip and went to his desk.

Yn stared after him speechless. No matter how bad their fights had been before, he never had been this ice cold towards her. Even as they got partnered up he had been an asshole to her at first but never like this. A thick lump was building in her throat and suddenly, yn feared to not just have lost her partner rather even her friend.

As Captain Fowler got the newest results of the case of Yn and the team, he called Captain Allen to secure him and his SWAT unit as support. Captain Allen joined the team as well, and all together they planned the whole mission. Allen didn’t notice anything but Hank saw that there was something going on in the team. Yn and Gavin barely spoke to each other. Whenever she tried to get closer to Gavin he stepped back a bit and focused on some file. Avoiding her at all costs. With Connor was it the same. The android watched Gavin and yn with an unreadable expression. Hank was sure that there was something going on he didn’t know and the way all three acted, he was sure, it was not case related.

To escape the tense air, yn went to Fowler, she got coffee or she talked with Captain Allen about a detail of the case. The whole thing wasn’t that complicated but she was glad to have Allen on their side. Captain Allen and his team would be the backup around the warehouse while Gavin, Hank and Connor would make the raid. As yn and Allen discussed a few more details, a sudden turmoil coming from her desk caught the attention of everyone.

Connor’s unusual behaviour caused yn to run to the android and Gavin as she saw how Connor tried to attack her partner. With a swift move, she brought herself between Connor and Gavin, stopping the android with her hands on his chest. From behind her back, Gavin was yelling at Connor, “You stupid tin can!”

“Yeah? I will show you how stupid I am!”, Connor yelled back and yn had difficulties holding Connor at bay.

Slowly, she pushed Connor back before she looked alternate from Connor at Gavin and vice versa, not understand what had happened, “Both of you calm the fuck down! What is going on here?”, she asked serious. Sure, she knew what the topic could be but how that could escalate this quickly was a miracle.

Connor, still with a raging glance in his eyes, answered the question first, “The whole day, he makes some remarks.”

Gavin stepped forward, “Yes, because you stupid plastic toy are getting on my nerves!”, he yelled back.

“Gavin! Calm down!”, yn tried to sooth her partner but Gavin was in his raging mode, staring at the android with dark eyes.

“What is your problem, huh? Can't you accept that you will never have a chance with her?”, Connor asked teasingly. Yn was shocked that Connor was able to be nasty like this. He was provoking Gavin even more but on the other hand she had no idea what Gavin had done the whole time. A movement on her side caught her attention.

“You mother fucking prick!”, Gavin cursed, ready to jump at Connor.

Yn held Gavin back, her hands were barely able to push the man back who was so angry, “Gavin, no!”, she said seriously. As she noticed that Connor wanted to react as well, she looked at him warningly, “Connor, no!”

“What the hell is going on here?”, Fowler yelled from the opened door of his office. Connor and Gavin were still staring at each other, ready to explode any second.

“Nothing, Captain. Just their typical bickering. I will take care of it.”, yn tried to reassure her boss.

Angry about both of them, she pushed Gavin and Connor out of the open office, “Get into the kitchen! Both! Now!”, she demanded angrily. Her nerves were raw. The day was almost over. The operation had been planned completely. Everyone knew what they had to do and yet, these two couldn’t be as calm as she had hoped for.

Hank followed them and stayed near the entrance as help if needed and to prevent someone from walking in.

“What the hell is going on?”, yn asked angrily and annoyed. Gavin had walked to one wall, leaning against it with crossed arms and looked at a point on the ground while Connor just stood there in the middle of the kitchen.

“He was getting on my nerves all day.”, the android said as a defence.

“Yes, because you’re a stupid plastic-”, Gavin called out.

But yn stopped him as she stepped forward, “You! Don't act innocent! We have to work together! All of us! This case is important! So, we have to sort things out, now!”, she said serious.

Gavin stepped forward. Even Hank was alarmed but Gavin just stared down at yn angrily, “No! You have to sort out things with him. I didn't start the fight. He attacked me!”

Now, Connor stepped forward as well, anger rising in his system, “Because you couldn't stop bothering me the whole day!”, and because Connor wasn’t used to such emotions, he started to attack Gavin once again.

Yn stopped the android and even Hank stepped forward to hold his partner back.

Gavin saw yn touching Connor and something broke inside of him. The whole day he tried his best to keep his temper down. He had picked on Connor because otherwise, he would have let out his anger on yn and that was the last thing he wanted. But now, to see them together, in such an intimate way, was too much and Gavin did the only thing he could do to prevent something worse, “I don't need this. I'm outta here!”, he called out and passed the three to rush out of the DPD.

“Gavin, wait!,” yn called out but once again, he was running away from her. The same move he had done the last few days over and over again, “Fuck damnit!”, she cursed, kicking against a bin and walked up and down.

Hank noticed quickly what was going on. To him, everything made sense. Now, yn just needed a push into the right direction, “Kiddo, follow Gavin. He needs you now.”

Yn looked up into the friendly expression of Hank before she nodded. She looked apologetically at Connor before she left the DPD as well to follow her stubborn and idiotic partner.

Confused, Connor watched after yn and looked at Hank, “Why have you sent her after him? Reed acted like an idiot.”

“Look, these two are... They have to find out what they are by themselves. But, obviously, you were the trigger.”

“What do you mean?”

“I guess they're more than just partners. They have to talk about what they are. I will explain it to you.”, Hank said as he saw Connor's confused expression.

#connor rk800 #detroit become human gavin #dbh gavin reed #dbh gavin #gavin reed #gavin x reader #gavin reed x reader #detroit become human #fandom love #fandom #fanfiction #fanfic #writing

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stopeatingwhales · 3 years

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vinyl searching (pt. 1) x graham coxon

okok i'm so sorry i haven't posted in such a long amount of time, but i'm back! (and hopefully for much longer this time haha). this was requested to me a very long time ago and i fell in love with the entire concept immediately - i'm sorry it took so unbelievably long to post it!! i might make a second part to this as i felt like i haven’t properly put the story to an end so look out for that!

Pairing: 1999 graham coxon x reader

Warnings: nothing!

Word count: 3.421

part two

Requested by anon (I’m so sorry this is so late) x

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Cutting open my last box of new vinyl, I quickly scanned through the contents, figuring out what genres it had consisted of. I discovered a brimmed box of popular 80s vinyls ready to be organised as I allowed my nimble finger to slowly caress every bump that was conveyed whilst it went through every single record. Working in a record shop was often tiring due to the amount of physical labour you have to commit to doing (it really takes a toll on your back sometimes), but it overall was a magical experience, with a lot of perks: free vinyls every once in a while, the ability to snatch a first copy of a highly anticipated album before it got sold out, and ultimately being able to be surrounded by art constantly. It was a genuine blessing to be able to work in a shop that abides and requires your whole passion, because it can never go to waste. What was beautiful about music was that, regardless of personality, fashion or who you genuinely were, everyone can connect to some form of it, whether it be rock, pop, hip/hop, rap, anything. A simple strum of a guitar or mumble of a lyric can manipulate one’s mind so diligently that you become so enthralled by that rhythm to the point it consumes and dictates your entire outlook on existentialism and surroundings of life. You are free to interpret what you like from either lyrics, melodies or even music videos; music is there for one form a bonding with it, not to be told specifically what this or that means, otherwise it loses its enchanting wizardry. Unsurprisingly, you are never able to free yourself from the affiliation that you receive from music, as it is infinite, absolute, limitless without end. Every day, every hour, every minute, there is either a small group, or just one person, attempting to create melodies and cadences that can resonate with people for the rest of their lives - and once they’ve cracked that specific coding, that in which takes overwhelming amounts of dedication, you have created something that is unforgettable to maybe a nation, or a couple, or just one single person. Regardless of the amount, with such ability, you carry the ultimate power that no grade, mark or report card, can ever prove to show.

Exhaling, I began to stock up the few crates that were beginning to gain empty space in between the few vinyls that embraced them. Attempting to organise them as quickly as I could, I hummed along to the soft music that was escaping out of the radio. Usually, during the day, there wouldn’t be much activity in the store, so having to care for the place by myself wasn’t something out of the ordinary. The shop tended to be more of a second home to me; it never became excessively stressful, and being able to conversate with customers about opinions on specific albums or ‘which album by this or that artist is their best?’ was always an enjoyable part of the day as it simply felt as if it was a random conversation instigated in a bar. Almost as if you’re discoursing with a long lost friend; you gain this sort of connection between specific albums that both mean something to you, and despite the fact that it could mean completely opposing ideas, you were both able to share that connection the music was able to provoke. The shop was moderately small, with 6 rows of 5 crates (two on either side of the wall) aligned neatly, three quarters of a metre separating each in order to allow those to walk around. Having the space quite compact yet overflowing with all sorts of music was what made the space so enthralling. You could have your favourite album of all time sitting there, patiently lingering for your grasp and attraction to seep in, and eventually your purchase - all you seemingly had to do was rummage for it. That in specific is what makes record searching so entertaining, simply scanning through crates of records until you find something that appeals to you. And although you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, if a band has put enough effort in their covers, it would appeal to people more, and therefore allow more sales to seep through. Situated on the end of a high street which had countless amounts of civilians walking into multiple stores each day, only a few customers had come in every so often as it only sold vinyls, and CDs were becoming more of an attraction these days. It didn’t bother me all that much - I definitely preferred having only a few customers in and out every couple of hours in comparison to groups of screaming teenagers begging for the chance that I might have the Californication vinyl by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers.

Once I had completed distributing the vinyls to their designated boxes, I put the large - now empty - cardboard box behind the counter to place in the rubbish after my shift was over. As if on cue, I was met with the light ringing sounds that escaped from the bell at the top of the clear glass door, indicating that someone had arrived in the shop. Swiftly turning my head to figure out who it was, I was met with the sight of Graham Coxon, a usual customer, and an amazing lead guitarist in one of the most known bands in Britain as of this moment due to their latest album titled 13, Blur. News had surfaced that the band were having troubles between each other, and it became apparent that Graham hadn’t played on the album that much. He looked a little scruffy, his short hair untidy but that didn’t make him look horrible, it suited him very much. There were small dark circles forming on his eyes, exposing ideations that he may not have slept, or been able to sleep, which played on my heart strings a little. Although he was a heart-throb of many young girls over the coming years, especially during the height of the Britpop era, he had the demeanor completely contrasting against those projected to the nation by his other bandmates. Graham was quiet, reticent, composed, and it was obvious that the entire Britpop era didn’t work to well for him - being put up against Oasis to fight for the supposed ‘king’ of a genre proved its mental strains on him, to the point he had began drinking to escape his struggles. Me and Graham had become quite good friends over the months that he had been visiting the store, so a shocked face and beg for an autograph was something that by no means would be happening in this given moment. I always felt that because of Graham’s restrictive attitude, it caused him to be quite secluded from maintaining a lot of friendships - although that may just be an assumption. “You alright?” I asked sweetly, putting on a soft smile as I made my way over to the counter.

“Yeah, fine thanks. You?” He replied, exchanging the same smile which caused my heart to patter in an unsteady rhythm as he paced over to one of the crates, beginning his search for something new. Over time as mine and Graham’s friendship had bloomed, I felt myself forming a sort of tenderness for him. The way he stared at the ground whilst speaking to someone; the way he ruffled through his dark coloured hair ever so often; the way he bit his lip when conflicted against what album he should buy, were all things that I had taken into note after I had caught my eyes staring at him repeatedly, every single time he had entered the shop. And of course, he was immensely good looking, which only added to the long list of things that made me so captivated by his presence. Sometimes he would meet my eyes, to which I would instantly look away, hot flushes forming on both my cheeks over the sudden embarrassment I would receive from being caught admiring someone. Then again, would you not continue to stare at someone who carried an undeniable amount of beauty, that they were so oblivious to understanding that they had?

“I’m alright, we’ve got a couple new 80s records in the crate over there if you’re interested.” I said, exiting the counter as my finger pointed towards the freshly updated crate. Whenever Graham had come into the shop, he tended to spend a good chunk of his time in here, which made me almost addicted to his presence there constantly. We would talk about a lot of things, bridging from best albums of specific decades, to what our favorite candy was. It was a joyful experience, talking to someone that you would have seemingly looked up to for such a long period of time, watching them grow musically, but also physically. In ‘91, all the boys from Blur had charmed themselves with tattered bowl-cuts, which indirectly emphasised their innocent-yet-psychedelic look. Now, his hair was in a much different state, almost completely short yet there was still a small chunk of hair covering his forehead. I much preferred this look of his, though. He looked mature, and pairing with his personality that I have come to be somewhat close with, it boosted his attractiveness. Whenever he left the shop, I would be accompanied with such boredom and sadness right afterwards. I seemingly wanted him here, all the time, adding to the fondness that I had formed for him.

Shifting his gaze to interlock eyes with mine, I felt my heart begin to form into the same unsteady pattern it composed when he had reciprocated my smile. “I’ve pretty much listened to everything that had appealed to me from that decade, it was when I was growing up you know.” He chuckled, which caused my cheeks to heat up a little at the sound of his lovely laugh that I sadly didn’t hear so often than I would’ve liked.

“Well, what have you been coming in here to search for then?” I questioned, slowly making my way to stand next to him as I analysed his actions, his index finger grazing over each album name, mirroring how I was earlier when scanning through the vinyls I needed to unpack. I was able to gain a whiff of his aroma standing near him - he smelled like cigarettes and cologne, a combination that when mixed would sound quite disgusting, but they somehow complimented each other. I attempted to edge my body closer to his, to take a greater look at what exactly he was doing, without it coming across as suggestive. I would have no courage to do something that evocative, anyways.

I allowed my arm to rest on the other crates as my hand held my face. I felt Graham’s stare switch from the vinyls to quickly take a look at me, noticing my new positioning. A very short silence was shared between the pair of us, almost as if Graham was trying to find the right words to say, whilst the music from the radio had continued on playing. “Not too sure, just want to find something to listen to,” he began, slowly trailing off his sentence as he pulled a record out and examined its cover. “I’ve worn out all of my records at this point so I’m practically desperate for something else.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place!” I grinned, making eye contact with him for a short second, before switching to look at the album he was looking at. He was holding up Pavement’s 1997 album, Brighten the Corners. The cover was quite colourful and artsy, almost as if it had come straight out of a cartoon. “Play that on the record player, see if you like it.”

Moving over to the record player that was situated by the cashier, he took the record out of its sleeve, placing it on the turntable as carefully as possible. I turned my body around to watch him place the stylus on the grooves of the record, my body fixated in place. Every so often I would glance at the walls of the shop, which were decorated messily with band posters and tour-dates of multiple bands that you were able to purchase in-store. Although it was untidy, it added to the sensation of music; you don’t need to be the smartest, the most organised, the most put-together person in order to make an amazing album. All you could have is three chords that you are unaware of the names, and you’ve got a song. The Sex Pistols done it, and the message they portrayed was that no matter who you are, you can make music. It’s universal. Sometimes my gaze shifted to look through the window that portrayed the cars passing down the road, with the occasional person walking past. The comparison of outside, where it professedly looked very dull and unhappy, and the liveliness of such a small shop, is what proves the power of music. Life is tedious without some colour in it. Regardless of anything though, my eyes would always trail back to Graham, whose back was resting on the counter where the cashier was, intently listening to the music draining from the turntable. The sweet sounds of pop songs that were once splashing out of the radio were now inaudible; the record player emitted music that was much louder, so it was now the only thing you could hear inside the closed space. By the look of Graham’s expression it seemed that his desperation to listen to something new was much needed than I had come to expect; it was almost as if he depended on the new music to soothe him away from whatever thoughts, or distressing moods that were battling his mind.

Once the song had ended, I decided to ask for his opinion on it. “What do you think?”

I watched him intently as his eyes fluttered back open, examining his facial features slightly. Our eyes had met, and they stayed fixed in place as I began admiring his honey-like orbs. “It was good, might as well get it to hear the rest of the album.” He answered, sighing slightly at the end of his sentence. It was quite obvious, to me, that he had been going through something that he wasn’t able to quite mention or bring up to anyone - especially me, as I am only just a worker he knew quite well inside a record shop. It enthralled me slightly, how mysterious he was, although he was completely projected to the limelight of Top Of The Pops and many interviews countless amounts of times over the years. The thought of asking him how he was always played in my mind; his reaction however, frightened me to the point of me avoiding the topic. I didn’t want to come across as patronising, I simply cared for him, for someone I didn’t even know all that well, too much.

Graham placed the vinyl back into its sleeve gently, and then made his way to where he previously stood - next to me. Although our bodies weren’t touching, I felt as if my skin was entering the gates of hell due to the amount of heat that had been emitting from my skin. He began looking through the same vinyl crate that he did before, whilst my eyes inspected his hands, allowing my thoughts to randomly drift on the feeling of his hand in mine. How soft his palm may feel, how warm it would be - like a hug from a loved one when you needed it most, their touch, caressing, having so much impact that it completely changes your entire mood for a short period of time. How they could perfectly merge together, his and mine. Or not, though either way it would release a sensation of my teenage-girl like self, squealing inside over the fact that a boy that I've seemingly fallen for is in grasp of my palm. I doubt that he was feeling the same things that I was, but in moments so silent but loud, exactly like this one, it was all I could muster a thought about. “You have lovely eyes.”

I noticed Graham pause in his movements once those accidental words slipped off my mouth. Mentally cursing myself, my gaze was fixed on him. The air was a little tense, the pit in my stomach completely empty from my unneeded slip-up of words. “Thank you…” He replied, shifting his gaze over to look at me. He seemed taken aback to my sudden compliment, which made me feel a little embarrassed, causing my cheeks to heat up slightly. “Yours are lovely too.”

My heart fluttered slightly towards the compliment he passed back to me, my lip sinking into my teeth in anticipation towards where the conversation was headed. Graham’s awkward self carried on searching through vinyls, and began walking over to different crates in search for something else. I moved to position myself behind the till, where my gaze followed him as he preoccupied himself in the cover art of multiple vinyls he had taken out, admiring them or looking perplexed by them, then putting them back into their original place if they weren’t appealing to him. I began humming along to the new song that began playing on the radio, as I played with my fingers, deciding on forwarding the conversation to something else. “What are you up to this week?”

“Nothing much… I’m probably going to stay at home. There’s not much to do these days.” He answered, his eyes glued onto the vinyls he had now found. My heart sank after those words left his mouth, almost in pity for him - he didn’t seem like he was fully okay, then again no one is, but it came across as if he had been struggling quite a bit mentally and that he needed someone to be there for him, yet he didn’t know exactly how to ask for it, or maybe he felt cowardly to ask. He began to walk over to the cashier, instigating the fact that he had found the records he’s decided to buy - filling my stomach up in an unusual mix of sadness and anticipation. I wanted him to be here, all the time.

“So I assume you’re not doing anything tonight?” I questioned, taking the vinyls from his hand in order to scan them and place in a bag. I avoided his stare whilst asking, though I could feel the burn of his eyes intently staring at every move I made.

“Yeah, the most I’m going to do is probably listen to these vinyls at home.”

With the little amount of courage I had spared inside, I decided to take a big leap of my conscience and ask him a question he’s undoubtedly been asked so many times before. Lifting my gaze to connect eyes with him after I had finished neatly placing everything into a plastic bag, I handed the vinyls to him. “Do you want to go out tonight?”

“I mean I’d like to go out.” He responded, completely oblivious to what I was egging towards, which only bubbled the apprehension inside me even more. I began to second guess the idea of me asking him out to do something together.

“Graham.” I sternly responded, a hint of annoyance laced between my voice when I spoke his name.

“What?”

Sighing to myself, I realised that his oblivion wasn’t on purpose, which brought the same feeling of a sinking heart in my body. I came to realise that Graham had been so isolated, so deserted from society, that he was completely blind towards someone taking an interest in him. Inhaling sharply, I asked, with my sweetest smile. “Would you like to go out with me tonight?”

Graham’s expression had completely changed from his delirium to shocked. His eyes widened, a reddish tint forming on his cheeks as his lip sank into his bottom teeth. A couple seconds were shared between us staring closely at each other's eyes, as I tried to decipher what was going through his mind. “I- Uh- Yes, sure.”

The little stutter that rolled off his tongue warmed my heart as the beam on my face began to widen. I noticed a small smile starting to curve at the bottom of his lip. “That’ll be fifty pounds, please.”

#graham coxon #graham coxon x reader #my writing #blur #blur band #90s #nineties #britpop #band imagines #fluff #fanfic

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yanderecandystore · 4 years

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aye, Idk if this went thou cuz it Tumblr so: I know you say to hold request like this but I wanted to ask for when you started. Maybe a yandere Imposter with a s/o who is a medic for the ship. (It a weird hc that everyone has a job on the ship) So it time for check up other med stuff. The imposter knows that the check up/computer will out them for being an imposter but it a chance to finally be alone with its 's/o'

Oh boo, what I meant about holding asks was that I was holding an anon's ask in the ask box about Yandere Among Us so that I could remember myself to write about it.

You see, a lot of people asked for it so I decided to leave this one ask about it so I could answer it later when I had the proper chapter finished.

It's not that you guys in particular need to hold your asks about Among Us, you can send them! What I tried to do was try to send a message towards the people that wanted to see more of it, that I would be doing more about it really soon.

Also, this is a gorgeous ask! I absolutely love this headcanon. I love the idea of everyone having a particular role, but also being able to do multiple tasks as the whole spaceship is destroyed-

In my Among Us fanfiction, the role of medic is played by the crewmate White, but of course the darling can be a medic in this headcanon!

Also I'll leave the color of the imposter random and out for your imagination in this headcanon, because why not?

TW/Tags: y'all mind if I went a little more… risky? 👀 Cause I think the imposter would be happy to get some "special examination" by their darling- (slight nsfw ish? At the end??) // not accurate to the game but whatevs // yes, I'm tired and therefore mumbling nonsense! // some hard simping coming from the imposter //

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

Med-bae 👀 [Yandere!Among Us x Medic!Reader - Headcanon]:

So. This was a terrible idea. You know, when you said "follow me, I'll show you something cool!" they were expecting something more, well, fun?

This is not only not fun, but can also compromise their whole plan. You brought them to medbay to show them not only your favorite tech but to also convince them to let you check them out.

They were the only ones that haven't done any check ups and you needed to collect data from everyone and send it to the facility, ya know, to let them know that you're all safe in this unsafe spaceship.

"- Come on, we need to tell your family that you're healthy!"

"- I could just call them ya know?!" You two scream at each other as they're trying to hold themselves in the wall while you try to pull them inside your workplace.

Well, it could be worse, now that they think about it. There is no one here so…

"- Take off your suit and seat over there." You tell them while pointing at the examination table - "- I'll go pick some equipment, don't worry okay? It's just another checkup."

You tried to make them feel more relaxed by saying that, but they couldn't help but fear their inevitable demise. While you're gone they at least have enough time to change themselves to look more human.

Or at least to come up with something if you ever find out they aren't really the person you thought they were. Oh well, at least they can indulge themselves in the heavy amount of scent lingering around this room, it seems you have spent a lot of time here. In some weird way, this place does fit you a lot, maybe is their mind being easily infatuated by you, but the smallest of decorations or clues of you being here, like: a coat you forgot to pick up, some paperwork covered in stickers, a photo of you and what they presume to be your family.

They wonder if you miss the Earth as much as your entire crew. I mean, that would be unfortunate for them, how would they be able to accompany you back to your home? Wouldn't you prefer to stay here with them? Looking at the stars, with a long life supply of resources for a small family. It doesn't sound so bad right?

Yeah, of course it doesn't sound so bad, the only problem is that there are way, way too many people in this place! All of your crewmates take way too much of your attention and time, that is so unfair-

"- I'm back! Sorry for keeping you waiting." You said while entering the medbay in a hurry. Oh look, their anxiety has also returned! Oh goodie.

"- So, I'll do a couple physical checks and just make a couple of questions, and then I'll let you free okay?" You joke about it, no one really likes to do this, you know that, but come on! It's so simple and easy, and it's just to make sure everyone is doing fine.

"- How has it been this couple of days?" You ask coming towards them.

"- F-Fine I guess. Nothing really special, just the usual." The closer you get the hardest it is to control their heart. This is ridiculous, why does their body act like this at such a crucial moment? And why do I need to be so close in the first place!?!

You make their brains turn into mush.

"- I know this is going to sound cliche, but have you been eating healthy lately?" Oh my, their skin feels hot, maybe you should pick a thermometer! Hopefully they don't have a fever.

"- Yes, I think so." Well, would you consider eating your friends healthy? Probably not. They probably shouldn't say that out loud.

The checkup continues as "normally" as every checkup. Asking if they felt anything, if they have been staying active and eating the healthy options on board, and if they were having a generally pleasant week aboard.

Of course you probably won't notice how their face flush every time you touch or simply crush your fingers on their body, like I said, this is probably harder than any emergency meeting. Trying to keep themselves from creeping you out and from snatching you right there and then. Too close for your own safety yet too distant for their comfort.

It doesn't help that you question all the little oddities happening to their body. Why are they so hot? Why are they sweating so much? Why are they shaking so much? Are they feeling sick? Are they hurt?

No, no, no, no and no, dearest! All of these things are normal for them. That's their normal body temperature.

Oh yeah, and the shaking and sweating is just nervousness. This moment is so perfect, dearest.

Is absolutely perfect, no one can interfere. No one can stop them from being the center of your attention. No one can enter this room for now.

Of course, after so much "teasing" they couldn't control the soft purring emerging from their throats. I mean, honestly you weren't doing much? You're just so close and touchy that it was starting to provoke a new type of hunger inside them.

"- Did you… Did you just... Purr…??" You stepped back, they were acting quite strange throughout the entire checkup, but you thought they were simply shy about this.

' What the hell was going on? Why did they look like that? Why was their expression suddenly so malicious?' You thought.

Well dearest-

What would happen if… Well, the doors suddenly decided to not open? If these sound proof walls suddenly became useful for once?

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

I don't why I had such a hard time writing this, I think I might have adhd-

Or maybe I just really like procrastinating, idk lol

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

#yandere #sheep stuff #sheep's stuff #yandere x reader #yandere headcanon #yandere among us x reader #yandere among us #yandere among us headcanon #special delivery headcanons #special delivery request #aaaaah #yander alien #?#does it count?

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chrisjake-cp · 3 years

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History 3 Trapped Filming Diary (full English translation) - Days 1-10

Just before you start reading, a little note of explanation: the author of this diary will frequently use the character’s name when they mean the actor. I have added the names of the actors between square brackets sometimes to avoid confusion. Also between square brackets you will find some words that are implied, so I added them in the translation to make the translation a bit smoother, but they aren’t included in the Chinese text.

The book’s author will also talk in the first person POV sometimes, refering to themselves as either “I”, “we” or “this little editor 小编”. So each time you see me write “I”, it is not my own opinion I’m inserting in the text, but the author/editor’s. If I have anything else to add or explain myself, I’ll add it in a note at the end of the text.

I’ll repeat: I don’t own the book so I can’t post my scans of the pictures that came with every day. So I posted some other pictures of the scenes that were being filmed with each day. These pics belong to LINE TV or Choco Media, or I’ve taken screenshots.

Day 1-10 under the cut.

Day 1

The first day of shooting happened to coincide with ‘Li Dong’⁕ but the temperatures of that day soared to 29 degrees. The crew was going sleeveless, but the actors were all wearing sweaters or dress shirts. Tang Yi, who had on the most, was wearing a turtleneck sweater and a suit jacket on top at one point, but he didn’t sweat very much.⁕ Meanwhile A De [Stanley], wearing a shirt and a suit jacket, was [clad] the ‘thinnest’ at the scene. When he got off work and took off his sweaty shirt, the wardrobe department exclaimed: “This shirt is so wet!”

Officer Meng’s scenes for that day consisted of eating from 10 am in the morning until 6pm in the evening. He basically ate from when he got to work until he got off work. All in all he had two large bags of rice and poured 4 liters of coca cola. Junhao [Jake] will start sweating profusely and start flushing when he eats spicy food, so as soon as the director yelled ‘cut’, the crew would immediately pass him a plastic bag so he could spit out the spicy Kung Pao Chicken he was eating.

⁕ Li Dong 立冬 literally means ‘establishing the winter’, so it is some kind of winter solstice in Asian culture. In the Gregorian calendar, it falls on 7 or 8 November. According to the IG stories of some of the cast of Trapped, it was indeed 7 November 2018 when shooting started.

⁕ Chris apparently doesn’t sweat much, no matter how hot he gets. He says as much in his vlog as well. I envy him, because I’d just be sweating buckets like Stanley.

Day 2

The first meeting between Tang Yi and Wenhao is also the second time that Chengyang [Chris] and teacher Jiakui [Chen Jiakui, the actor who plays Chen Wenhao] worked together. They cooperated for the first time on a movie. At that time teacher Jiakui served as the movie’s drama teacher. When Chris had gone through make-up in the early morning, he sat alone in a corner with the script. You could easily see that he was conflicted and upset. [For the other movie] teacher Jiakui was Chris’ mentor, but here Wenhao was the target of Tang Yi’s revenge.

In the process of their scenes where they faced each other, the director hoped that Tang Yi could hate Wenhao even more, but Tang Yi’s personality is subdued and calm. So how could he fly into a raging fit and still keep his calm? In a part that was not captured on camera, teacher Jiakui aggravated some lines to make Chris more infuriated. Afterwards teacher Jiakui also said that the role of Tang Yi is not easy to perform. [Tang Yi] is a young mob boss, The hate in his eyes must therefore also carry a bit of youthfullness, which is difficult to experience for normal people in the course of their lives.

Day 3

Today was the first time that Zhaozi arrived on set, and while he was bored waiting for his scenes, Zhaozi started to act as the shop’s clerk to sell suits. Apart from suits, bowties and regular ties, he even managed to sell shoehorns. By oneself, the words just kept on flying out of his mouth which left Shaofei beside him looking dumbfounded (if you want to see Shaofei’s dumbfounded meme-like look, you have to absolutely watch the behind-the-scenes on the DVDs)⁕. [Shaofei] continued to shout “If you buy a shoehorn you get Zhaozi for free with it, please someone take Zhaozi away, Unit 3 can’t stand it anymore.”

Boss Tang was tired, and took a nap in his own shop. ‘Just a little while will do. Shaofei and A De, you two be on the lookout for me, and if the director is coming, remember to wake me.’

⁕ Excellent advice. Please do watch the behind-the-scenes after finishing this book, because a lot of what is written here is visualized in the bts. The bts are arranged per episode though, and not per filming day, but it’s still amazing to be able to see what went on.

Day 4

The set for the offices of Investigation Unit 3 is actually the office of LINE TV’s Choco Media branch. The contemporary industrial style caused the atmosphere among Unit 3 to be even more lively.

For Unit 3’s first scene together, the director used a one-shot to have everyone appear on the scene, which meant that the first time all the actors were present, they had to have a ‘chemistry’ test. But apart from the actors, chemistry also had to be there for the whole staff, as the directing crew, the camera crew and the sound crew, really everyone, also had to follow [the actors] along⁕. I still remember that by the 20th take, everyone’s lines ran very smoothly, the shot was satisfactory and everyone was where they were supposed to be. The director and the crew were holding their breath in concentration, and just when they thought they’d succeed, A Zhi [character Zhou Guanzhi, played by Kass Tsai] forgot a line in the very last sentence hahahaha. In the end, this round took 27 takes.

⁕ The author uses a metaphor/reference here. They write 乾坤大挪移 which means something like ‘The Great Shift of the Cosmos’ and is apparently a kind of martial art from a martial arts novel. It consists of 7 increasingly difficult skill levels, whereby the 7th level is almost unattainable. In other words, shooting this one-shot scene required the whole cast and crew pulling off this great cosmos shift, and thus was a big, big challenge.

Day 5

After we shot the scene where the two idiots from Unit 3 [Shaofei and Zhaozi] got into trouble and received an explosive scolding by Dapao [Shi Dapao, the name of Unit 3’s Captain]⁕, the director told Shaofei that she wanted to add a scene where he sat next to the window thinking about Sister Lizhen, continuing in the same mood [as the previous scene]...Everyone in Unit 3 felt that Shaofei was continuing to set his teeth into a meaningless old case. If there had only been some progress in the investigation...but [Shaofei] not only didn’t find any new leads, but he also got into trouble everywhere. If Sister Lizhen would still be alive, he wouldn’t be like this now...Shaofei really, really missed sister Lizhen. Rather than say that the director added this scene at the last moment, it’s more like she deliberately didn’t tell Junhao [Jake] that she would add this part.

When they were shooting, the director played the music from the music box through the megaphone and from time to time talked as well, to provoke moody feelings in Jake. In the end Jake grabbed his phone and scrolled through his mother’s Facebook, and to all our surprise Jake started bawling, so much so that even after the ‘cut’ he couldn’t stop, until the director walked over and lightly patted him on the back. To be able to cry like that in a short amount of time, even he himself hadn’t expected that.

⁕ How much fun is it that the name of the Captain of Unit 3 literally means big cannon, when he explodes in anger all the damn time? 😂 I am quite convinced that in the hospital scene where Shaofei tells Tang Yi of his fortune-telling and that only a cannon can strike him down - he uses the exact same wording ‘dapao’ - it’s actually an inside joke and he may not have meant ‘cannon’ literally.

Day 6

Today’s weather couldn’t be called very fine, and when we were shooting until 3 or 4 P.M., the daylight was almost gone, just when the filming location had large windows in every corner that reached the ground. Our funny director said ��Why did the production team run out of light after 3 P.M.? Did they forget to send notice⁕ to the sun?” This caused the crew that was present to not know whether to laugh or cry. But in the end, before the sun got off work, everyone else smoothly finished their job as well.

⁕ the term “to send notice” is quite literal, but the word is indeed an entertainment industry term as well, that means to hire someone for a short amount of time or for a specific show, without there having to be a longer-term contractual agreement. So it could also be translated as “did they forget to hire the sun [to star in today’s scenes]?”

Day 7

It was a day with complicated feelings for Shaofei and little Tang Yi, as Shaofei discovered Tang Yi’s past history.

Before going to meet the adoptive father of his lover, of course Shaofei had to straighten himself out first and shave his beard to leave a good impression. In the evening, today’s final scene was shot. Before starting filming, the director hoped that [Tang Yi’s] adoptive father could guide little Tang Yi’s mood, because the intensity of this scene needed to bring out the reason why Tang Yi’s feelings for Tang Guodong ran so deep and make everyone feel the warmth that Tang Guodong brought to Tang Yi even more.

Under the constant conflict of raising [little Tang Yi] through much difficulties, a loud and clear slap came down heavily on little Tang Yi’s face. The silence at the [shooting] site caused the loud sound to be infinitely amplified, and the director and the crew were all shocked. When the ‘cut’ sounded, little Tang Yi instantly started crying, and the director rushed to the room immediately. On every crew member’s face was reluctance and shock. Meanwhile the adoptive father sat with his head down on the sofa, full of remorse.

An extra tidbit from the same scene: the crew’s love for little gadgets

There are always a few conspicuous toys in front of the director’s monitor. She explained that these were toys that members of the crew who are close to her gave her to alleviate stress. I don’t know which toy is the director’s favourite?

Day 8

For the setting of the toilets of Unit 3 we actually used the toilets in a department store. Zhaozi, who arrived at the store very early in the morning, was hit on by an older lady who was just coming into work. The lady said: “Aren’t you Zhao Youting [Mark Chao]? You definitely are Zhao Youting!!” Even though Zhaozi went on to deny it, the lady didn’t listen and believed that this handsome guy in front of her was Zhao Youting himself.

Actually, Zhaozi passed on the above story [to us], and no one actually saw this older lady. Zhaozi often tells bluff stories with a straight face, but I [this little editor] have my reservations about its credibility. But be as it may, after he was told that he looked like Zhao Youting, Zhaozi’s acting skills immediately leveled up. So okay, whether or not the story was real, we thank this lady ‘from the legends’.

Day 9

Can I call you dad after this hug?

I still remember the story of a friend coming out to his mother. He said to his mom: “I’m sorry if this thing disappoints you. I don’t dare to ask for your blessing. I just hope that you can show some understanding.” Through a chat message, his mother could only briefly reply: “If your other half is a good kid, I will give you my blessing.”

Many people in a same-sex relationship don’t dare to confess to the older generation and they don’t dare to ask for their blessings. Their only hope is not to be hated. It’s like that facing this society, and it’s the case when facing your beloved family. When Wenhao and Shaofei met each other, Wenhao gave Shaofei a hug. This hug must have carried [Wenhao’s] unspoken blessing.

No worries, dear father-in-law. I, Officer Meng, will take care of everything (pats on the back).

Wenhao and Guodong together brings its own hint of romance.⁕ The fighting was very intense that day, so much so that the police dispatched a Quick Fight Force team in concern [for the situation].

⁕ The term that the author uses is 腐味 (fuwei, the taste of fu). The first character, ‘fu’ is the same ‘fu’ that is used in terms like fujoshi 腐女子 and fudanshi 腐男子 (which are Japanese) but it’s the same pronunciation for that first character. So the author implies that there might have been something more than friendship going on between Chen Wenhao and Tang Guodong. They imply the same thing later in the book as well (day 60, where the two are called a CP).

Day 10

A Mei [Stanley] who portrays A De, said that he was the expert in getting beaten [in this drama]. I say that Stanley definitely dedicated himself to taking on that role. Many times his head bumped into the wall and the crew told him to take a break, but Stanley couldn’t stop yelling “no no, hurry up, I’m familiar with it now!”

All the way through the end Officer Meng and Vixen⁕ no.1, A De, cheered each other on before ‘Action!’ [was called].

⁕ The word for vixen is ‘fox spirit’ 狐狸精 in Chinese. I love that and I could probably write essays on this subject. In classical Chinese literature, foxes were most of the time portrayed as (mainly female) temptresses who seduced males for sex and then didn’t shy away from sucking the soul out of them, kind of like a succubus. If anyone is ever in the mood for some academic literature about foxes in late imperial China, I've got you covered https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3237790-alien-kind

So A De and Andy are constantly referred to as these foxes who want to seduce Tang Yi and snatch him away in front of Shaofei’s eyes.

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emiruem · 3 years

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I was telling this hitsukarin AU to Abby, but then I realized that it seemed to have become just a mountain of text, although at the beginning I was just explaining the concept. I'm not a writer and I have big problems with language, but I wanted to tell this story ahhabahahah.

An adult Karin, who became a member of the women's football team of the Japanese national team, therefore, often tours to different countries.

She hadn't seen Toshiro since high school, when he helped her protect the city from the empty ones when Ichigo lost his strength. She was in love with him ( but of course they both never realized that their feelings were mutual)

After Toshiro left, then she decided that she would forget these feelings and move on with her life. Then she started dating one of her childhood friends, they studied together and he was in love with her for a long time too.... they had a long relationship

One day during the football cup, which was held in Korea, Karin realizes that she is pregnant with her boyfriend's child. For this reason, she decides to skip the season and return to Karakura.

At the same time, General Shunsui decides that it is time for the soul society to change in order to lag so far behind the human world, but for now this is only his initiative and he needs to discuss a lot of things with the council 46 later, so he sends captains who have lived in the human world for some time ( captains-vayzards and Toshiro) to prepare reports on the human world, which will allow the general to convince the council 46.

Karin returns to Karakura and when she comes home, she realizes that her boyfriend is cheating on her with some other girl while she is away for work.

and...karin is hysterical from the fact that the person with whom she lived for so long betrayed her, and she is also pregnant from him and does not know what to do, she has already told yuzu about the pregnancy and is already afraid that ichigo and her father will think about all this. She has nowhere to go because she absolutely will not return to this guy in their shared apartment so she returns to the kurosaki house where there is no one.

Ishshin went to Naruki for a medical samet, Yuzu lives with Jzinta in another place and Karin does not want to bother them, Ichigo and Rukia are now in the soul society.She simply locks herself in "her former room" and succumbs to hysteria and apathy.

Her ex-boyfriend calls her constantly, but she does not receive these calls because she does not want to hear anything from him.

She hears the doorbell ring and thinks that most likely it was he who came. Therefore, she loudly shouts "get out, I'm even sick of seeing your face" through the door.

In response, she hears Toshiro's voice: "I knew that so much time had passed and you wouldn't want to see me"

she is surprised to understand who exactly came.... in even greater hysteria, she slowly opens the door looks into toshiro's face, not understanding what is happening at all

He sees her and understands that everything in her life is "WELL, NOT OKAY AT ALL" his feelings, which have only grown and grown so much over the years that he came to see her right after he received his gigai, were greatly inflamed in his chest from anger at something that caused her such obvious mental harm.

She let him into the house because she just couldn't do it any other way. she told him well, in general, everything that happened because she just couldn't do it any other way. She needed to tell at least someone this, he just listened to her and she knew that he would not condemn her for her situation and story.

She end with the questions " what should I do now, Toshiro ? This child, what should I do with him?

* a moment of emotional tension*

Toshiro comes up to her and hugs her , he says that since he is here now, he can't leave it as it is, he will help her in everything that will be in his power.

He almost says, " I can stay and be close to you and this child". He already loves Karin and knows that he will love the child that will be born to her. In addition, his mission is very long and he can afford to stay close to her for at least the next 10 years in the most difficult period. Of course he has nothing in this world and he will have to try very hard to have a child and take care of Karin.

Karin understands exactly what Toshiro means and cannot reject him... she is afraid of being left alone and losing her first love again, his embrace is warm and his presence really gives her confidence that everything will be fine with her and her child.

Toshiro calms Karin and gives her a sense of security and tenderness that she has been missing for a long time in past relationships.

She is already beginning to believe that she will live quite happily with Toshiro , who told her about his mission and completely showed his true feelings for her.

That guy also appears soon, but Toshiro will send him away with the phrase " you are not worthy of being the father of the child that Karin will give birth to"

it even comes to a fight....but what is the point of a person fighting with a trained shinigami and everything is fine BUT

one day, Toshiro wakes up in their already new rented apartment from a scream

Karin, screaming in pain, wakes him up and says that she urgently needs a doctor, Toshiro is horrified to see blood flowing down her legs. Terrified, he still calls an ambulance and tries to use therapeutic kido to help Karin

Karin still loses consciousness and is admitted to the Isida's hospital. Genicologists and obstetricians diagnose "miscarriage provoked by a strong nervous and hormonal breakdown" while there was also a " threat of death of a woman in labor"

Toshiro can only wait at the intensive care unit with a stony face, but internally realizing that now most likely there is going on in horror that now he can lose both Karin and their child, he just sits silently completely in shock

Abby s point:(totes unrelated note but what if she dies but he can't go back to soul society because of his mission, by the time he goes back to ss, she's already with family, without any memory of her living days anyway )

He no longer even believes that everything will end well, because he is primarily a shinigami and understands when people are on the edge of life and death.

When the operation was just over and Karin was still unconscious. The obstetrician recognized Toshiro as the father of the child and laid out all the information about the condition of Karin and her fetus to him

Toshiro, who no longer hoped for anything at all, realized that the worst had happened on the face of the obstetrician. Therefore when he was informed that Karin was still alive his eyes were already ready to shed a few tears of happiness

but this was replaced by frustration when the obstetrician said about the death of the fetus. The doctors reassured him saying that judging by the tests and Karin's general condition, she will be able to have children later when her body recovers

but toshiro silently realized what a blow it would be for Karin who found it difficult to love this child and as soon as she love him she immediately lost him

the obstetricians told him to issue documents for Karin's admission to the ward and he was not there when she woke up and the doctor told her about what had happened to her

Karin felt only pain and fear for the child even more than for her own life, but when she woke up, it became a little easier for her in the hospital. She felt tired and empty. Obstetricians reported that it was not possible to save the fetus Later, doctors will say that Karin was very lucky, cuz her body was always trained and always led a healthy lifestyle.

she realizes that she has lost her child and this leads her to complete emotional burnout. When Toshiro walks into her hospital room and sees her awake, she slowly turns her head in his direction and says softly: "I lost him"

"Yes, I know, and I'm sorry I was completely useless," Toshiro takes her hand,his facial expression twists and he looks away.

Karin does not react in any way she looks into empty space

......

Toshiro understands that she will need a lot of time, so he decides that he will give her as much as he can give and he will not leave her as long as he can be near in this world.

#hitsukarin #bleach #toshiro hitsugaya #kurosaki karin #hitsugaya toushirou #sorry i'm not a writer #maybe someday I will draw something on this au #ahahahahahahah

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