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AHHH LOVED THE AL HAITHAM FIC SMM but if you dont mind what was going through al haithams head when he realized she left??
-> the house will never be the same again pt. 2
synopsis -> after being incredibly disrespected by your husband, alhaitham, you moved to liyue. what is going through his mind when you leave?
a/n -> AHHH i'm so happy you liked it!!! and i don't mind making a pt. 2 at all sorry this has been sitting here for a while but i hope you enjoy! here is part 1.
warnings -> all hurt no comfort, reader never turns up lol
w/c -> 1.2k
it’s been about a week now, and you’re already settled into liyue. you’ve caught the eye of a bunch of passersby in the city- a sumeru vision wielder living in liyue harbor?
thankfully, you had the traveler and a kind woman from the qixing named ganyu able to assist you with questions about the city. the first day you got there, she noticed your vision, and asked you all about it. it soon led to the two of you hitting off the start of a friendship in a nice restaurant- with ganyu telling you all of the things to do in liyue, the jobs that can be taken, and how magical the lantern rite especially is. you mentioned to her that you had a passion for the arts, and she immediately helped you look for a side job to make a little bit of mora to pay rent in your nice abode in the middle of the harbor.
“so, were your travels from sumeru alright? i’ve heard trudging through desert is not a very enjoyable experience..” ganyu questioned, a slight grin to be found on her face. “though, i have heard that the city down there is very nice. i would love to visit for myself one day, but with work and adeptal business it makes my days a little tight.”
you nod before replying. “the city is beautiful, especially at night. theres a gorgeous stage down there too, where a young woman named nilou always performs on special events. it’s always been the most majestic part of the city, or at least in my opinion.”
ganyu lets out a noise of fascination, before giggling a little. “i would love to watch her dance. nilou is a familiar name, some people here strictly go to sumeru just to see her. i bet she’s as wonderful as everyone makes her out to be.” ganyu sighs. “i wonder if she travels? we have nice performing places here, too.”
you nod. “occasionally. it mostly has to be a big event for her to arrive, though.” you take another bite of your food. “but i bet if i asked her, she’d come out for at least a few days.”
that made ganyu smile once more, before she asked another question. “well, this may be an odd question, but do you have any romantic relationships?”
“well, that's the reason i decided to move here,” now it is your turn to sigh, making ganyu have a confused look dancing across her face. “my partner and i got into an argument. he wouldn’t stop overworking himself, and i simply just wanted him to come to bed. but he’s so stubborn, and he took his work stress out on me. there was… certainly a lot of name calling.”
ganyus look of confusion immediately switches to an apologetic one. “ah, you made the right choice. that’s no way to treat your spouse.”
you nod in agreement, before finishing your dish and pushing it slightly out in front of you.
“well, i’m going to head back to my apartment now. this was very nice, we should do it again sometime!” you smile before standing and putting some money on the table. “here, this should be half. have a good night, ganyu!”
“goodnight to you too, y/n! i’ll see you soon.”
now, back on alhaithams end..
he hasn’t been home in about a week and a half, due to his work causing his presence nearly 24/7. that pretty much means he hasn’t realized you’ve left yet.
as he walks home, he doesn’t know how he would approach you. does he pretend the issue doesn’t exist? does he keep ignoring you? does he apologize? he thought his mind would split open.
as he walks through the door, he notices that the house is a little… emptier, from when the two of you lived together. he walked through the whole place, looking into the bathrooms to see your products gone. looking at the laundry room, met with no clothes that are yours hanging from the clothesline. and now, when he went to your bedroom…
your pillowcases have been stripped from the bed, and your pillow thrown into the closet. there were only a stack of two pillows, right in the middle of the bed. now his heart was thumping, and really hard. he looked through the dressers. the left side was barren, leaving only his side full. the thing that brought tears to the mans eyes was seeing your wedding ring on your side of the table.
so you really left him. he stands there, shocked, unknowing of what to do. does he try to find you, or does he let you go? oh, how he regrets ever talking to you the way he did. if he just took your advice, you would be in bed, waiting for his arrival. likely bringing him into a hug, shaking all his worries and stress away as you whispered questions along about how his day was.
the next few days felt like someone kept coming over to his desk and stabbing his back with blades like his. he felt so regretful, doing everything he can to stay composed while at the same time trying to find where you’ve gone. dehya won’t give him anything besides “somewhere close to sumeru that’s not sumeru.” that could mean you’ve gone to fontaine, liyue, or monstadt. how would he ever find you?
he’d ask the gaurds, and they all told him you went in the direction of the chasm. getting somewhere, but not close enough. he could walk all that way and come up empty handed. he doesn’t have an exact pinpoint on you yet.
he’d ask nilou. she’d just shrug and say something along the lines of “i heard what happened, but i do not know fully where they went.”
he walked the paths of the city, lost deep in thought. everyone thought it was a little out of character for someone such as him to look and feel as lost as he is. as much as people wondered what happened, they kept their mouths shut.
and for the people who noticed your absence, too, they’d ask different people who would likely have knowledge. but alhaitham didn’t know where to go now. he could walk the whole chasm and still not have you turn up. he could check every apartment complex in liyue harbor, and knock on every door on the outskirts. he could sail the seas to inazuma, and walk every separate island to see who may be housing you, or what commission you may have been taken in by. he could fall down the very waterfall that leads an entrance to the enchanting location called enkanomiya. he could go to fontaine, dive under the waters, walk every rocky mountain, and even visit the fortress of meropide. he could fight every monster near the city of monstadt, looking upon every rooftop for signs of your art, blown through the city of wind. but he still wouldn’t find you.
now what he doesn’t know is that you’re in liyue harbor, and nobody frets to tell him that anytime soon. for now, they’re just going to let him suffer, the same way he let you.
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i'd like the chart thanks!
Also, there's another person who wants to rp Leo, can they?
Okay a few people are asking for the chart so here’s the current chart!! (I took out some characters that are still not as fleshed out. That includes Nathan, Ria, Nina, Ashley, Zoe, Ray, Maggie, and the hater and Metropolis characters, but they’re all filler characters rn)
A Wild Battinson Character Lore Continuity
- Felicity
- Oldest of the bunch, right between Millennial and Gen Z
- Works at an office, besties with everyone there. Corporate girlie (does use the term girlboss)
- Like if a Gothamite/Bruce Wayne fan was swiftie-coded?
- She has a pet pitbull, you know that kind of white girl
- Tatum
- Goth U, Comp Sci major
- Keeps everyone he knows online at arms length so we don’t know much, has a small close knit friend group irl but he’s also mutuals with everybody on twitter because he’s that kinda guy yk?
- But they’re slowly convincing him. He’s getting there
- Marzia
- Oh god poor Marzia
- Italian, born in Northern Italy, English is her second language but you wouldn’t be able to tell if it weren’t for her slight accent
- Biggest Bruce Wayne stan, will go feral, but only gets replies from him at the worst moments possible
- *snorts like cocaine* “Please don’t do cocaine” is my personal favorite
- Goth U, she gives art major vibes but tacked on a double major in psychology last minute so now she’s staying a fifth year
- Reads smut, writes smut, part of the poetry club, def on booktok, you know the type
- Alejandro
- Runs an ice cream stand in the park on the weekends when it’s warm enough
- Bi, Dating Leo (pfp is them holding hands because he’s a whipped son of a bitch)
- He’s like if that normal-looking kind of athletic guy who always wore sweatshirts and basketball shorts to class just suddenly mentioned he had a boyfriend one day.
- He’s straight-coded but more specifically “the straight guy that gay guys have crushes on against their better judgement”-coded
- Knew the whole time he was bi but never REALLY liked a guy until Leo 🥺. whenever he looks at Leo, he’s got those madly in love eyes
- Thinks Batman is hot and suffers constant torment from Leo (who has a crush on Bruce) because of it
- Ale just wants to be bench pressed is that too much to ask? But It’s his fault he’s a twunk dating a twink so—
- Goth U, Really interested in tech stuff but he’s actually a sports medicine major. He wants to be a physical therapist for athletes
- Cannot hold his liquor
- Smile Watch
- Who knows
- It’s a mystery
- Lela
- Goth Girl
- BFF’s with Nico (goth girl, e-boy solidarity)
- Also good friends with Natalie, they lined up all their gen Ed’s together
- Chill in a Morticia Addams kinda way. She is Morticia Addams actually
- Mom owns a convenience store, she helps out after classes a lot
- Studied for the MCAT, did pretty well, she wants to be a doctor (probably neurosurgeon but it depends on what internship she gets)
- Currently completing the undergrad to grad program at Goth University with a masters in public health
- Natalie
- Former intern, now ASSISTANT at Wayne Press
- Got the job because she impressed Bruce with her good reporting skills, now works mostly on organizing press releases and maintaining Bruce’s public image
- Great at her job because she knows social media and Bruce Wayne Stans the best (she is one obv)
- (Babysits Bruce when Alfred is busy, how did this happen, why is this her job now? She’s tired of his shit lol)
- Still technically working part-time because she hasn’t gotten her degree yet, but she’s set to work full time after she graduates Goth U in May
- Sometimes while sitting at her desk she just gets that perspective shift where she’s like “how did I get here” Bruce Wayne Stans’ dreams do come true
- Caleb 🤡
- Literally 18/19 but aging faster than humanly possible with the stress he’s under
- Used to work at Bat Burger, left because the babysitting gig required more time
- Lives with his aunt who’s already retired (used to live alone, she never had kids or a husband so she’s loaded) He’s staying cuz his parents are super busy and travel for work :) and guess what crime-filled alley their window overlooks? I’ll give you one guess
- Babysits Tim, used to be a less serious gig but his parents have been out of town a lot lately (just vacationing without their child 🙄) and thankfully Caleb lives right across from their swanky apartment so he’s practically a nanny now (read: older sibling/third parent)
- Took a ton of childcare courses for this job and now he’s kind of interested in working at a daycare maybe? If Tim doesn’t kill him in his sleep first
- Recently graduated Goth High, now takes online classes at Goth Community College while deciding what to do with his life
- Jarod
- Recently graduated Goth High, now taking a gap year before starting GothU in the fall. Him and Caleb were always in the same classes so they’re super close (they’re the youngest)
- Future Comp Sci/English major (he wants to be a video game writer)
- Has a younger sister, and technically the oldest child but spiritually he’s the middle child.
- His parents and Priyanka’s parents are close friends so he kind of grew up seeing Priyanka as an older sister. That’s why they’re Like That.
- Literally so fed up with Priyanka, it’s not even funny (yes it is) but the second you’re rude to Priyanka, he will deck you, watch yourself
- Katie (Sweater Thief)
- ER Nurse at Gotham General Hospital, mostly does night shifts
- Gives chronically online energy when she’s online, but everyone in real life wouldn’t suspect a thing because she’s so good at having her life together (the code switch will give you whiplash)
- Surprisingly older than most of the others despite being Like That.
- Literally graduated with a 4.2 GPA how tf?
- BFF’s with Leo then became BFF’s with Ale too after they started dating (she is slowly corrupting Ale and I think that’s beautiful)
- Creator of the Babygirl Bruce Wayne Agenda and PROUD
- Priyanka
- Works at coffee shop owned by her mom called Caffe Mood. She plans to run it one day. Currently a barista
- Goth U, business major (accounting)
- Bilingual, knows Hindi
- LESBIAN QUEEN
- Despite being gay, She is allowed to think Bruce Wayne is hot, that is her Right
- Mad fucking crush on Georgia, calls her Georgie. Intends to never tell a soul. Will fail miserably
- Dead fucking set on the idea that Batman’s a vampire
- But she thinks everyone’s a vampire so—
- Her parents and Jarod’s parents are close friends so she kind of grew up seeing Jarod as a younger brother. That’s why they’re Like That
- Jarod is constantly on her nerves, wtf Jarod (but be mean to him and she’ll kill you)
- Leo
- Works at bookstore called Gotham City Bookstore
- Gay, Dating Alejandro
- Twink (derogatory)
- Swears his gaydar is the most accurate there is (always wrong)
- Made being gay his entire personality because he had an identity crisis in middle school and proceeded to have a massive crush on some straight guy all of high school (that guy was Ale, Leo’s gaydar is so off)
- BFF’s with Katie despite being a few years younger. They were in a high school production of Sweeney Todd together and the rest was history
- Calls every single celebrity gay as a joke, Ale reigns him in if he’s getting too out of hand
- Used to have a mad celebrity crush on Bruce, still kinda (definitely) does
- Attends GothU, undecided for a while but ultimately settled on mathematics because it’s ironically his best subject
- One of those mf’s that needs to be held back at all costs, god help Ale
- Rose 🌹
- Works a tailoring job full time
- Good friends with Felicity, she’s like the black cat to Felicity’s golden retriever
- 70% super nice and chill, 30% wild card party girl
- Gets drinks with friends a lot, tweets when drunk but no one can tell the difference. It’s amazing
- Does not seem horny, is horny. But like normal about it? If that’s a thing
- Nico
- Kinda plays the straight man of the group if the straight man was emo
- BFF’s with Lela (e-boy, goth girl solidarity)
- KING of twitter roasts. He makes memes to end lives.
- Pansexual, single, and probably writing bad poetry in his diary about it but don’t tell anyone
- Goth U, actually dunno the major. Probs public health with Lela but doesn’t want to be a doctor. More like research parallel to social sciences
- Has a 8/9yo sister named Madelaine whom he would die for despite not expecting to be an older brother so late in the game (what were his parents thinking)
- Has tea parties with her and all that jazz. She steals his eyeliner and chain accessories all the time, also she’s friends with Dick and Barbie (yes, Barbara Gordon) so sometimes he watches over their play dates
- He’s a “tough emo boy” so he totally doesn’t laugh at Madelaine’s puns. He’s a bitch ass liar
- Kellyanne
- GothU, marine biology. Transferred from GCCC with an associates degree to save money but now she’s got a full ride cuz of the WE higher education fund
- More recent Bruce Stan
- Pretty poor upbringing, that’s how she met Bruce Wayne. He bought her whole family groceries one night after her card declined at the convenience store trying to buy dinner
- Now she’s in it for the long haul :)
- Lia
- GothU, fashion merchandising
- A GIRL’S GIRL
- Older sister also attends Goth U, but she’s in med school
- More recent Bruce Wayne stan, still not particularly in with the culture and jokes but getting there
- Friends with Georgia and Elizabeth irl. Elizabeth was in the same sorority before graduating first. Got to know Georgia after Lia found her dog with Bruce at the park outside GothU. They party together now
- Elizabeth
- Graduated GothU last May and worked an internship at LexCorp, immediately regretted it but snagged a job at WE (thank god)
- Now works as a research assistant at Wayne Tech in the R&D department for commercial products
- Didn’t really get the whole Bruce Wayne Stan thing until Bruce Wayne personally wished her a happy birthday?? The man is so sweet?
- Absolutely loves her job but still screams at rubber ducks over faulty code in her little cubicle, but that’s the industry she chose so it’s a give and take
- Met Natalie through Stan twitter and now they DM each other about working at Wayne Enterprises
- Doesn’t post much on twitter but follows the main Bruce Stan accounts, irl friends with Lia and Georgia
- Georgia
- Has a dog named Bean
- GothU, majoring in like three languages, polyglot (including Hindi 😏)
- Works at a retail home decor kinda store (home goods?)
- So lesbian-coded, but does not know it yet. Priyanka is her gay awakening. She is now a regular at Caffe Mood (She thinks she just likes the coffee (yeah right))
- Works at Goth U’s admissions department over the summer too
- Once got drunk and locked herself onto a roof by accident, ended up hanging out with Batman (he offered to break into her apartment for her but she said “nah”)
- Jane
- Works at Wayne Enterprises
- Runs bring your kid to work day (idk what her actual job is but she’s an Essential Worker, okay?)
- Very sweet, 10/10, looks on the bright side but never in a toxic positivity way
- Super social too, became work friends with Bruce because she’s nice but not draining to his social battery? They have lunch on occasion
- Watched the Graysons die with Bruce, call that trauma bonding
- Watched her toxic ex’s car burn to a crisp after a joker spree and took a selfie with it (she can have a little revenge, as a treat)
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🍄Mushroom Oasis - Mychael Facts Compilation🍄
A facts compilation of Mychael from Mushroom Oasis by @deerspherestudios.
All of these come from what they’ve replied in their tumblr! I write these down as the creator, Cheea, has stated them with a few changes/summarizing in some for easier reading.
There may be some light minor spoilers a tiny bit here and there!
The 1st half will be general Mychael information and then the 2nd half with be more Mychael & MC information.
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💚Here’s a NARRATIVE PLAYLIST [by Cheea] based off Day 1 of Mushroom Oasis and a MYCHAEL PLAYLIST [also by Cheea], if you wish to listen to them while reading~💚
💛What made you want to write such an empathetic and slow burn kind of Yandere? [Source 1 & 2]
initially it was gonna be a snail monsterman who steals crops out of your back garden and you go out to bonk him on the head only to invite him into your home. Maybe in the future i'll work on the snailboy dating sim </3
But I think I’ve always wanted a cryptid-like yandere for the gamejam when it all started. It was a very barebones concept about a lonely mushroom man who sets up spore traps in order to ensnare and kidnap company. It was supposed to be way creepier and invasive as a oneshot thing, and was never meant to have multiple days in the story. I’m glad I didn’t go in that direction, though. I’m having more fun fleshing out Mychael’s character.
So when I started Mushroom Oasis, I wanted to go for a strangers-to-lovers scenario, instead of starting out with the yandere already smitten with the MC. That way, he gets to know you at the same time as you getting to know him. Hence, the attempt at slow burn haha. I just thought it’d be interesting to try and express it differently. I don’t know if I’m able to execute my intentions well but I’m doing my best! it's gonna be fun writing him as he starts to spiral :-3c Laddie doesn't know what attraction/attachment feels like. Woe be upon ye
💛Was Mychael always going to be named Mychael, or did he have other names upon his initial creation? And does he have a last name? [Source 1 & 2]
Always been Mychael! Lorewise he has a different name but MC wouldn’t be able to pronounce it, so he goes by Mychael. And he doesn’t have a last name :-] He’s just Mychael!
💛What species is Mychael? Is he a faerie? [Source]
As much as everyone calls him faefolk, he isn't! He's more… monster-oriented I suppose? Creature or cryptid-like. I'm not sure what to categorize him tbh hahaha.
💛Is Mychael over 18? [Source 1 & 2]
Oh he’s WAY over 18. He’s way older than he looks.
💛What’s Mychael’s Height?
(Dolly’s note🌹): So initially, Mychael’s height was 5'8 but then Cheea said “Mychael is 5'8 (172cm) in the demo! I just wonder if I should've made him a big boi since the beginning but i held myself back 😔”
But they didn’t want to make the decision just themselves; thus they made a poll to keep Mychael as is, or to make him taller, taking into account the fan’s wishes as well. The one that won was making Mychael taller. (54.5% vs 45.5%).
And thus Cheea decided his new height would be 6'2. Cheea also added “I think it’s a fair balance since taller Mychael won the majority vote, but a vocal few really liked his original height, so I decided to go in the middle <3”
So yeah his current height is 6’2 (187cm approximately).
💛His sexuality and gender Identity? [Source]
He identifies as male with he/him pronouns. And I’ve decided panromantic asexual fits him best! I just don't find him being too sexual tbh. Graysexual at best. Feel free to interpret it differently.
💛Are you okay with NSFW art of Mychael? [Source]
50/50? I’m an adult and so is he as a character. I’d say I wouldn’t mind as long as it’s properly tagged and only the right people have access to it 👍I will not share it on my main blog though but tag it as ‘mushroom oasis nsfw’ or something so people can blacklist it.
💛Mychael’s Headcanon voice? [Source]
Jonathan Groff! Particularly his role as Kristoff in Frozen.
💛Can he sing like how Kristoff does in frozen? [Source]
I’d imagine he could! He’s not much for singing though, he’s more likely to hum random tunes throughout the day.
💛Are Mychael's scleras just black or is it like a void/empty socket? [Source]
He just has black scleras!
💛Does Mychael have tear ducts in his lower eyes? [Source]
They do!! The lower eyes basically work like regular eyes, just smaller below his main ones. They can blink independently of each other too.
💛How does Mychael see if he leaves only one pair of his eyes open?
It forms a blind spot but depends on which pair he closes! He sees 90% out of his upper eyes and 10% out of his bottom half. His ability also relies on eye contact, so by having both sets locked onto someone else's gaze the influence is stronger.
And here’s an illustrated example!
💛Can Mychael see in the dark? [Source]
Yes he can see in the dark; his eyes have that tapetum lucidum layer that reflects light in the dark, so they also glow :-)
💛What's Mychael's skin texture like? [Source]
Almost human but you can tell something’s different. Eerily smooth, despite his rough palms. If you pinch his cheeks or poke his sides enough times (if he doesn’t get mad at you for it) you’d be able to tell his skin’s a bit thicker than yours. Also like fungi I imagine his skin has chitin. So a bit tougher maybe.
💛Are Mychael's horns and tail soft and fragile like an actual mushroom? [Source]
If you mean the shroom-like caps on his head and tip of his tail; soft but definitely not fragile. Think of those cheap squishies with some give but bounce back pretty quick! They’re susceptible to bruising too.
💛Is Mychael’s tail poisonous? If not, how would Mychael react if someone bit it? [Source 1 & 2]
Nop it isn’t poisonous. And like… a straight up bite out of it?? Or a nibble??? If you bit him so hard it takes a piece of his tail it’d hurt and bleed a lot. It’s full of nerve endings but will heal over and regenerate eventually.
If it’s just a nibble you’d just taste dirt and bitterness I think haha. And depending on how close you are to him, he’d either be flustered beyond belief or just downright very uncomfortable hahaha.
💛Is Mychael’s blood blue because some irl creatures have blue blood due to their blood having copper instead of iron or was it for aesthetic reasons? [Source]
It was definitely for aesthetic purposes more than anything, since I wanted him to blush a non-human color. One of the earlier concept sketches had him blushing bright magenta haha.
💛What does Mychael smell like? [Source]
I’d describe it as freshly cut grass with a hint of log fires. Like camping in summer if that makes sense.
💛Does Mychael purr? [Source]
Since im honestly a sucker for the purring trope i'll say hell yea tbh hahaha. His would be a really low rumble I'd imagine. He can also occasionally let out a low trill or those ‘mrrp’ sounds when he’s caught off guard or surprised but it's rare since he's real embarrassed when he does it.
💛Is Michael ticklish? [Source]
Considering he’s never been tickled before,,, I think he’d go into shock if you did that to him💀 But to answer your question yeah I think he’d be the most ticklish person you’ve ever met haha. He’s either gonna accept his fate or go down fighting😔
💛Does Mychael snore in his sleep? [Source]
He’d be a pretty quiet sleeper I think!
💛Does Mychael get sick?
Since he’s not human, he doesn’t get sick like we do:
He’s aware we call it being sick, but his term is ‘feeling withered/wilted.’
He doesn’t have a temperature, but his skin turns pale and blemished like a diseased plant, and gets kinda slimy and cold like a frog’s. Here's a visual of how he looks like sick.
No energy, no appetite, barely talks. Very zombie-ish.
He gets real drowsy and dazed and the only thing to motivate him is seeking out warmth.
He just needs sunshine and sleep to get better so you’d find him laying out in the sun during the day and hiding away in blankets at night, sleeping it off. He only eats once a day, since his body needs rest rather than sustenance.
He gets sick like... once every few years that's how rare it is but when it happens it knocks him out for like a week </3
💛Does Mychael fear metal? What phobias does he have? [Source 1 & 2]
No, he doesn’t fear metal and iron wouldn't hurt him! His phobias/fears are: snowstorms, thunder/lightning and water wells.
In no particular order :-) (Oh, and trains/train whistles.)
💛Does Michael have any food that he hates? [Source]
Anything spicy! He can handle some spice, but anything that gives heat on your tongue he’d definitely be put off since it makes him physically ill.
💛Mychael's life cycle: [Source]
His life cycle is very different from a human’s.
💛Does Mychael have his own languge? If so, what does it sound like? [Source 1 & 2]
He actually has his own language, but speaks in English (or your own language if you’d prefer!)
His language sounds very animalistic; a lot of growls, hisses and clicks. It’s like hearing a cat verbally communicate with those sounds.
If you guys are familiar with Toki Pona, (here’s a video for reference.) the simplicity is very similar in terms of vocab and sentence structure. Considering the limitations of those same growls, hisses and clicks, plus how little he communicates in his own language, it’s not a complex system but he speaks it regardless. He wont be speaking it in-game hence why im okay answering the question.
💛Can Mychael read? [Source]
Yep, he can read! He talks about it some more in Day 2.
💛Can Mychael swim? [Source]
He’d be able to swim, yeah.
💛How much does Mychael know of human customs/cooking/inventions? And does he like/dislike some of them? [Source]
He knows enough to make a living for himself. He’s really into DIY and crafting, but if anything gets more complex to the point it goes over his head- he’d just abandon it. As for human customs he knows even less; it’s kinda touch and go what he does and doesn’t know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ For example, he's seen cars and phones but doesn't understand how they work. Traditional stuff like crafting/cooking/gardening is easier for him to grasp.
💛Does Mychael have any religion/belief? [Source]
I’ve played around with this concept in my head! I did want to explore a unique kind of religion/belief Mychael has but,,, eventually I kinda settled on the idea that Mychael broke off from that way of thinking? Or something like that. It can be accepted that he used to have a religion- or never had one to begin with. it's a tricky subject for me anyway </3 But feel free to have your own interpretation!
💛Does Mychael have any superstitions? [Source]
His biggest superstition is respecting the forest and whatever happens in the forest, stays in the forest. (That is until you came along and made him break his own rule. Whoops.)
💛What's Mychael’s wardrobe like? [Source]
He’s not much for fashion; as long as he thinks it’s practical and comfortable he’d wear it. He wouldn’t be a fan of clothes that’re less weather-resistent though, since he clearly needs stuff that could stand the wilderness.
He doesn’t accessorize much either, preferring to keep simple and be as drab as possible to attract less attention. But I think he’d love to try nail polish :-)) He has a lot of hats and scarves though.
💛Would Mychael be willing to wear a dress? [Source]
I��d like to think he’s tried em before! He kinda had to scrap by when it came to clothes so he wouldn’t be picky in his early days.
Nowadays, he probably thinks they’re nice to wear but impractical for his daily chores, so he mostly sticks to tops and bottoms. But he won’t be opposed to it.
💛When did Mychael start knitting and why? [Source]
He’s been knitting for a few years, so he’s kinda advanced. As for why, he finds it relaxing especially after a long day, and usually does it before bedtime. Plus he just loves being bundled up in warm things in general.
💛What is Mychael's favorite thing to knit? [Source]
His favorite thing to knit are beanies!! :-D
💛What are other craftsmanship does Mychael do? [Source 1 & 2]
He’s tried out woodworking, sculpting, candle-making, pottery etc. Knitting just happens to be his favorite of all the things he’s tried haha. Assume Mychaels an expert at gardening too!
💛Does Mychael ever overwork himself to the point of almost passing out? [Source]
He definitely used to! It’s not easy making a living out in the wilderness; especially when he only had himself to rely on. Thankfully he doesn’t need to go through that anymore; he’s made a pretty nice home for himself since then. He's been thru a lot. Sopping wet cat energy.
💛How long has Mychael been in his home/cabin for? [Source]
Previously he’d wander around like a nomad before finding himself a home. He’s only settled down into his cabin in the woods for a few years, it’s still a work in progress by his standards.
💛Does Mychael like stargazing? [Source]
He’s more of a daytime person tbh! At night he’d prefer to stay cozy indoors. When you spend half your life sleeping outside in the cold. You don't miss it much despite the pretty lights in the sky.
💛What kind of music does Mychael listen to? [Source]
Hm! He rarely listens to music, so he doesn’t have a preference tbh. If he had to choose- Perhaps something more upbeat and dancey since it’s a nice change from the quiet, but only for short periods. He’d probably enjoy whatever you’re listening to if you give him the chance :-)! Lyrics don't matter as much to him. He'd just enjoy it based off the sound.
💛What are some of Mychael's favorite scents? [Source]
Top 3 would be the smell of old books, honey and (strangely enough) gasoline??? But the last one is soso rare for him he finds it exciting when he happens to catch a whiff, even if he has no idea what it is haha.
If you happen to be the type to wear perfumes/scents, he’d quickly associate the smell with you and have it be another one of his favorites :-)
💛How would Mychael react if he found a lost child in the woods? [Source]
He’d be surprised for sure. His part of the woods is pretty untouched by humans, so to find one wandering this far is definitely a shock to him. If the kid was too scared to let him approach, he’d have to use a tiny fraction of his ability to calm them down, so as not to leave any side effects (younger minds are more vulnerable to it). If the kid wasn’t scared and asked if he was some sort of woodland fae/goblin creature, he’d go along with it and say he’s come to rescue them.
After making sure the kid is alright, he’d either try to find the parents straight away or bring them home if they needed food or rest. He wouldn’t dare adopt a child willy nilly, and if there was no other way, he’d probably drop them somewhere like a police or fire station (he can’t really differentiate between them, just that they respond to emergencies).
Overall he’s not opposed to being around children, just not used to it.
💛I see Mychael as a very docile and friendly creature- but in the 3rd ending of the game "Playing Pretend" left me with a doubt... Would he really be a bad guy? [Source]
You’re not wrong! Mychael’s not the most violent, even if he is capable of it. In Ending 3 he just… panicked. Though don’t underestimate the things he’d resort to when he realizes how attached he’s getting to you :-)
He’s calm and composed… until he isn’t.
💛How many creatures/people has Mychael found "affected" by those mushrooms that the MC came across? [Source]
You’re not the first, that’s for sure! He definitely knows about them, but finds it unnecessary to tell you (at least for now). He was quick to dismiss your doubts on how you lost consciousness, giving you an easy explanation even if he had to lie.
Most of the time he lets the incapacitated creatures be; “it’s the will of the forest,” after all. Although he does break that rule when he finds humans that’re still alive (in this case, you!) in his forest, but that’s very very rare.
💛How would Mychael act if MC introduced him to their friend? MC told their friend that Mychael wouldn't hurt them but the friend is still a little scared and weary of him. [Source]
Definitely wary of them too. He kinda trusts you, but can he trust them? He’s met his fair share of humans; not a lot of them were as accepting as you. He can try to lower his guard but your friend would need to convince him themself.
💛Mychael & MC in Day 1 of the game. [Source]
Mychael, as a person, is quite solitary in nature; he likes being alone and you’ll find out why. He does however desire company and he’s only realized just how pleasant having someone around can be (hence his reaction for the Bad Endings in Day 1 if you wish to leave/run away).
You grow closer to Mychael as you hang out with him and do little things that he appreciates. Example: The first thing that boosts you to immediate friend status is your willingness to accept his physical looks, something that’s never happened to him before. Little things like that mean a lot to him and motivates him to prolong your stay.
If Mychael met a more grouchy/mean MC on Day 1 he’d probably not be as attached. He’d just save you, feed you and send you home when you ask hahaha. Of course, this will change as he gets to know you better, at that stage he’ll be willing to overlook your flaws like any upstanding yandere.
💛How would Mychael react if the player character was already in a relationship with someone else? [Source]
At his current attachment in Day 1 [Friend status], he’d be respectful about it! A little overprotective but mostly curious what dating and marriage is all about. He’s not familiar with it outside of whatever knowledge he happened to pick up.
Now if he’s grown obsessed developed feelings and found out afterwards though…
💛Can you date Mychael in this game? Or not? [Source]
I mean that's the goal! ¯_(ツ)_/¯ If his responses in asks currently give off a platonic vibe, that's because they are.
As of Day 1, Mychael's feelings towards you are positive but mostly platonic [Here's a visual affection level chart]. His bad endings show his desperation for company rather than you reciprocating any romantic feelings.
As I update the game, his responses will most likely be more romantically-driven. The game is a slow burn after all :-) He's a yandere- but a yandere who hasn't fallen in love yet. Though I do plan on adding a platonic ending bc sometimes u just wanna kiss a bestie without any romantic feelings attached.
💛What made you think of the pet name ‘Firefly’ for MC? [Source]
It honestly just came to me as I was concepting the game ;v;! Other pet names Mychael would’ve used were: turtledove, poppet and sweetpea. He would switch it up in the initial draft but sticking to one makes it more special I think.
💛What does Mychael think about femboys? [Source]
He doesn’t really mind nor care how you present yourself :-0! In fact he’d find it strange you asked that at all after you explain what it means dhfjsjf
💛Does Mychael have a gender preference? [Source]
Not at all! His favorite genre of human is you :-) Plus gender talk goes way over his head. He's too busy thinking about survival to mind that stuff. Anything you identify with he's absolutely okay with <3
💛How would Mychael feel about someone a lot shorter than him? [Source]
He had to admit he forgot adult humans come in your size,,, he wouldn’t think much of it though! He’s just excited to make a friend :-)
💛What would Mychael's "ideal type" be? [Source]
I think he’d be more attracted to gentleness, I think. Someone who is kind despite a harsh reality; willing to understand a creature like him and someone he trusts he can drop his guard around.
But even if you don’t fit that criteria, he’d still like you as long as you accept him for who he is! There’s no need to worry about changing yourself to fit his preference <3
💛How did the player get to Mychael’s home? [Source]
I always imagined it as piggyback to be honest! But bridal carry, a fireman’s carry, over-the-shoulder, whatever you guys are comfortable with he’s definitely capable of <3 He may be shorter than most (Dolly’s note🌹: His height changed since this ask so maybe not anymore lol so let's change it to 'He may seem weak') but he's strong.
💛Is MC permanently affected by the mushroom ring they stepped in? How much power does Mychael hold against it? [Source]
No, MC is not permanently affected by the mushroom ring they stepped in. In one of the bad endings, the influence of it over you is stronger than what Mychael can fight against, hence he releases you as he sees it as the forest already claiming you fully. He can do nothing else to save you.
That’s why he insists on you staying for dinner, and is surprised when you say yes, as he really thought he lost you already for a moment there :-) Past that choice, the mysterious ‘purple’ influence no longer affects you, as Mychael had successfully distracted you long enough for the mind-altering effects to wear off. He just needed the right thing to say to keep you grounded. Lest you wander off and end up in the ground </3
💛If we asked, would he talk to us in his own language? [Source]
If he were to talk in it you wouldn’t be able to differentiate one word to another, they all sound the same hahaha.
💛Can we research what type of fae creature Mychael is? Will he be okay with it? [Source]
He might be apprehensive at first, but if you ask the right questions he’d probably answer just enough to satiate your curiosity. Don’t be surprised if he leaves out certain things though, he doesn’t want you to think he’s a freak. 💔 He doubts you'd find anything in research though but who knows
💛Do you think Mychael would be a good teacher, when it comes to knitting? [Source]
He’s never taught anyone before but he’d be happy to! (He’d probably be a very hands-on teacher cuz he’s bad at explaining–)
💛What if you knitted something for Mychael? [Source]
If you knitted something for him he’d probably wear it/look at it multiple times throughout the day getting butterflies in his stomach.
💛If MC brought him to a secret river as a gift would he go? [Source]
The thing I’d correct is Mychael would bring MC to a river instead of the other way around hahaha. MC is the poor meowmeow who got lost in the woods on Day 1. Their ass would not!! know any secret rivers
💛How would Mychael react if MC threw him a surprise party, to celebrate his birthday or to celebrate the day they both met? [Source]
I think he’d love it a lot!! He’s not one to celebrate much if anything, but he’d be so happy if you threw a little surprise just for him :-) Especially knowing he gets to spend time with his favorite person in the world for such a special occasion <3
💛Is there any fun activities that Mychael would drag MC to? [Source]
Oh for sure! He’d probably take you outdoors a lot and show you all his favorite spots in the forest :-)!! He’d probably bring you along to do his daily errands if you’d allow it haha
💛What would Mychael say if I were to take two slices of bread, put his head in between and sweetly ask: "what are you?"
The answer lol
💛What would Mychael’s reaction be if MC tried giving him spicy food? [Source]
If you try to give him a spicy dish, he’d definitely smell it first before he even tastes it. He’d just politely decline in that scenario.
💛What is his opinion if MC is the type to snore? [Source]
He's definitely the kind of person to have the TV on in the room even if their not watching- just to have some noise around the house. So if MC were the type to snore… he’d probably find the sound strangely comforting? He’d find it jarring at first but grow used to it quickly.
It’s nice to hear you and know that someone is around after being alone for so long, especially when he’s up during late nights <3
💛How would Mychael feel about an MC who steals and wears his sweaters? [Source]
He’d find it strange why you’d wanna steal when you can just ask– he’d also find it very endearing. Should he be concerned that you're a potential thief?? Or just worry about how cute you look?? a moral dilemma
💛Is there any type of clothing that Mychael likes to see on MC? [Source]
I’d imagine he’d like clothes on MC that are more earth-toned perhaps, greens and browns that remind him of his forest and such. :-) Loose clothes are a bonus too cuz it makes you look comfy around him! i think he'd be a fan of animal-themed clothes too; pawprint socks or a fox cap or a rabbit hoodie- something like that.
💛What is Mychael’s love language? [Source]
This is assuming MC and Mychael have been friends/lovers for a while; When you’re on the receiving end: Offering Gifts 🎁💖
He’s never had anyone be around as long as you have; he’s kinda new to the gifting thing but does so with a lot of enthusiasm!!
Whether it’s something he made or found, knowing he chose it for you is what makes it soso special.
He just loves the idea of being able to give something that was a part of himself and insert it into your life if that makes sense.
He also loves doing it because he believes you deserve to have nice things with all his heart :-)!
If he’s not sure what to gift you he’d rely on pretty little knickknacks he thinks you’d like but still be on the safe side; flowers, jewelry, decorations and accessories.
But if he does figure out your interests he’d do his best to accommodate! Books, toys, tools and clothes… he has his means of getting stuff he can’t make himself.
The idea of you keeping his gifts as a sign of friendship/love makes him really happy!!
Lowkey if he sees you using/wearing/displaying a gift he gave in the past he’d be purring non-stop.
When he’s on the receiving end; Words of Affirmation 💬💕
We know how he feels about his physical appearance so this is a no-brainer. His self-esteem isn’t the best :’-)
Being alone/isolated as he is, he might confuse physical affection but nothing is more clear to him than words straight from your mouth about how much you mean to him <3
At first he wonders if you truly mean what you say when you talk so positively about him, but then he slowly starts to believe it.
Do not underestimate the impact of one (1) compliment as simple as “You look good today, Mychael.” He’d remember it for at least a week.
It’s a bit of a guessing game to figure out what gets him the best. If you praise his skill at something his response would be, “Oh I guess I got good at it. Thanks, firefly :-)” but if you praise his looks and mannerisms you’ve hit the jackpot.
Blushing, stuttering, avoiding your gaze level of embarrassment.
If you’re really close friends or basically dating, he will absolutely ask for your opinion on how you feel about him from time to time, just to get reassurance from you.
Overall nothing gets him better than just hearing positive remarks from a loving source aka you :-) <3
💛How would Mychael react if we made him some lunch while he was knitting and feed it to him?
The cute illustrated answer
💛How would he react to a very clingy MC? [Source]
If you mean very clingy, he’d be pretty tense about it, to be honest. He’s not used to physical touch but doesn’t mind it; if you take it easy and ask permission (so he doesn’t get overwhelmed) he’d be more okay with it! Just respect him when he asks you for space every once in a while <3
(Dolly’s note🌹: I can only guess but I think this answer is if you're still in the friend status because if this applies even in the obsessed status, the below Q&A would so funny in comparison)
💛But is Mychael clingy?
This guy? Clingy? Nahhh. Nothing to worry about, anon :-)/s
Here's a visual of his clinginess, he's very clingy yes lol.
💛Is Mychael the jealous type? [Source]
It’s rare for him to feel jealous, but I’d imagine when it does happen he’d feel it very intensely on the inside. But you’d probably be none the wiser 💔
💛How would Mychael react if we confess our feelings to him? [Source]
Bold of you to assume he won’t be the one to confess first 🤨
💛Does Mychael like to be kissed? [Source]
His kind arent accustomed to physical affection. Does he even know what kissing is??? Thats for me to decide and you to figure out 👀
BUT He’d love getting kisses! On the cheeks especially :-) But careful not to overstimulate him; he’s kinda like a cat when you pet ‘em too much and they get all frazzled. Kisses on the lips he's less inclined but doesn't mind em time to time. Maybe like a peck or two.
And here's a gif of pampering Mychael's face with kisses <3
💛Does Mychael know about marriage customs in human civilization? [Source]
He’s familiar with human marriage the same way a young kid would be; involves inviting people, dressing up and wearing rings for some reason?? How strange to go to such lengths when you could just be around that same person the rest of your life and still be the same??
He doesn’t put much significance on it personally. Unless…? 👀
💛What would Mychael do if MC took care of him while he was sick? [Source]
He’s not used to asking someone to care for him, but in this state if MC offered to help he’d honestly just ask you to keep him warm too with zero assumption as to what you might think. He’s just a little too out of it to be embarrassed about it. Example of providing him warmth.
💛Would Mychael let us hug him when he’s sick or would he push us away? Although, would this make us sick? [Source]
He would! I’d say he’s the most physically clingiest when he’s sick. He’s basically sleepy all the time and other than seeking warmth, he doesn’t communicate much.
And no, we can’t get sick from him and vice versa, since our bodies are different from his. So no worries about getting yourself sick when you’re around him!
💛What would Mychael do if the MC got ill? [Source]
Oh he’d be worried beyond belief! He wouldn’t leave you alone for a second.
He’s not familiar with human sickness, but he’d do his best to provide whatever it is you need. Hot soup, warm blankets, he’d even risk going to get medicine for you if you ask.
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Some facts I didn’t add as Cheea didn’t give a direct answer to some questions, like Mychael’s family, since they’ll eventually be answered in the game <3
But I hope you enjoy this and that it may be useful to you all!
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Filipino Perks
Pairings : Natasha Romanoff x Reader (gn, i think)
Summary : You and Natasha were assigned by Fury to get intel from a private art exhibit while you were on a date. However, Fury failed to give you tickets so now you're stuck in the car with absolutely no way to get in... or is there?
Warnings : Nothing, just one mention of y/f/n, which means your fake name. Readers' a liar.
Note : first fic! hopefully I did Nat justice. criticism, likes & reblogs r always appreciated!
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You and Natasha were finally able to act like a couple, going on little dates without worrying about world threatening aliens or villains. But Fury just had to ruin it by calling and assigning you two on a mission since you were in the area. It was a simple mission, just get the intel from a company that SHIELD suspected to be working with HYDRA. The only hard part was it was a private art exhibit and you didn't have tickets. So that leads you two to stay in your parked car in the parking lot, trying to think of a way to get in.
"This is literally impossible! How the hell do they think we'll get in there without tickets?" You said with a groan, leaning back into the driver's seat dramatically. Natasha just chuckled at how dramatic you were being.
"Tasha, baby, as much as I love hearing your laugh that gives me butterflies every single time and make me feel like a lovesick teenager — we need a solution." You frowned, trying to show how serious you were. However, instead of helping you think of a solution, she just gave you an amused smile.
"I'm sure we can think of a way to get in, my love. Calm down." You girlfriend's reassuring tone made you pout, which consequently made her laugh.
"Maybe we can break one of the windows?" You suggested, eyeing the windows on the left side of building.
"That would cause a huge scene, детка." Natasha replied in 'in a matter of fact' tone.
"Threaten one of the guests to give us their invitations?" You tried again, seeing a young couple walk past your car towards the entrance.
"Nope."
"Threaten the guard to let us in?"
"Not gonna happen."
"I'll seduce one of the guests so they'll bring me as a plus one?"
Your girlfriend's glare was enough to answer your question.
"Okay, no, uhhh... I'll seduce the guard so he can let us in?"
"Seriously, babe?" You had to stifle a chuckle at how natasha was glaring at you.
"Then what? oh, I know! We can kill the guard!"
"Y/n. You are not seducing nor killing anyone, okay?" Natasha's tone was enough to shut you up, especially cause she called you y/n instead of all the gushing endearments she normally uses.
"Okay, I'll let you do the thinking, I guess..." You sighed, and closed your eyes, letting her think of a better solution.
You were supposed to give up and just wait for her idea when you saw one of the middle-aged guard's nameplate.
On the nameplate was his last name, Santos. Santos was a Filipino last name. Then it hit you, you can get in.
"Baby. I know how we'll get in." You said with a mischievous grin. Natasha looked at you in confusion and amusement. You looked so confident with your idea that she couldn't stop a small amused smile to show on her face.
"What is it, малыш?" She asked with a raised brow, not sure if she should take you seriously or if it's one of your unserious plans again.
"The guard. He's Filipino." You were already forming the conversation in your head while Nat just stares at you in pure confusion.
"And? I don't see how that will get us in, love." Instead of answering her, you get out of the car and opened her door for her. She stepped out in confusion, interwinding your fingers with her.
You approached the Filipino guard with a polite smile. He immediately held his hand out to ask for your invitation.
"Goodday, ma'am. Welcome to the exhibit. May I see your invitation, please?" The man looked like he was in his mid 50s. His Filipino accent wasn't too obvious, but it was there. It was enough for your smile to widen slightly, knowing your assumption was correct.
"Goodday rin boss! Filipino ka po?" You asked in a calm tone, earning a subtle confused look from natasha.
(Goodday to you too, boss! Are you a Filipino?)
"Ay oo! Filipino ka rin? Hindi halata ah? Mukha kang kano!" The man said with a smile, he reminded you of your father back in the Philippines.
(Oh yes! Are you a Filipino too? It isn't obvious, you look like an american!)
"Ay hindi po, half lang po. Fil-Am po ako, sa Pinas po ako lumaki." You replied with a chuckle. He seemed interested and kind enough to make your plan successful.
(No, I'm only half. I'm a Fil-am, but I grew up in the Philippines.)
"Ano pong pangalan niyo, boss?" You asked once again, getting ready to start the first step in your little plan.
(What's your name, boss?)
"Danilo, Danilo Santos." He confidently said, his filipino accent very evident now.
"Pwede po ba kaming pumasok? Naiwan kasi ng bebe ko yung invitation, birthday pa naman po niya ngayon." You let out a small sad smile, trying to win over the heart of the guard.
Danilo thought about it for a minute, looking at you with hesitant yet sympathetic eyes.
"O, siya, sige. Pumasok na kayo, wag nalang kayong maingay sa iba ah? Anong pangalan niyo ulit?" The guard said with a kind smile, making you instantly feel guilty for lying. (Alright, fine. Come inside, just don't tell others, okay? What're your names again?)
"Salamat po! Y/f/n po, siya naman po si Natalie. 'Di po siya marunong magtagalog, eh." (Thank you! I'm Y/f/n, she's Natalie. She can't speak tagalog.)
"Happy birthday, Natalie. Enjoy your day, ah!" Mr. Danilo smiled at Natasha who thanked him and gave a polite smile. He then suddenly leaned in to whisper into your ear.
"Ganda ng nobya mo, galing mong pumili." He gave you two thumbs up and a fatherly grin. (Your girlfriend's pretty, you're good at picking.)
"Sobra po, mahal po ata ako ni Kupido," You joked, causing him to chuckle. Natasha just looks at you confused but had a small adoring smile on her face. "Salamat po ulit, boss." You waved politely, before holding Natasha's waist to lead both of you inside. (Very, I think Cupid loves me. Thank you, again, boss.)
Once you were both inside, she stopped walking, causing you to stop aswell. You looked at her in concern, pulling her closer to your body.
"What's wrong, Tash?" She faced you with a small impressed smile.
"That was honestly impressive. But why'd you call him boss? And what the hell is a bebe?" Her obvious confusion made you chuckle.
"Oh boss? It's sorta like a Filipino culture. We use it as a sign of respect, like when you call someone ma'am or sir. It also helps when you want to get stuff done fast. It's hard to explain." You shrugged and she just nodded. She interwinded your fingers together, resuming your walk into the halls of the building.
"And bebe is?"
"Bebe is your significant other. It means, baby. Mostly teenagers use it to refer to their lovers," You snorted, laughing at your own explanation. "Like, 'bebe kita', which means, 'you're my baby'. But please never call me that, it reminds me of my highschool boyfriend, ew." You grimaced at the memory, making your girlfriend chuckle.
"What filipino endearment should I call you, then?" She asked in a soft tone, interested in the Filipino culture.
"Mahal." You smiled, squeezing her hand affectionately.
"I'm assuming that means Love?" You nodded and leaned down.
"Tinatangi kita, aking Natalia." You whispered, and placed a soft kiss on her temple. The way you said her name in a Filipino accent made her heart flutter. You smiled when you saw the almost unnoticeable pink tint on her cheeks. (I love you, my Natalia.)
"I love you, more."
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note : the translations aren't 100% accurate since some filipino words doesn't have exact translations soooo yeah. i'm half filipino so i'm kinda confident with the tagalog lmfao. tysm for reading !
— sincerely, ely. ★
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff x fem!reader#natasha romanoff x gender neutral reader#natasha x reader#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff#soft natasha romanoff#adorable shit#ely !! ★#by ely !! ★
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{Forever You Are My Star} [K.HJ]
Kim Hongjoong x Atiny!Reader
Idol Au, Long distance relationship au
After two long years of dating, you finally get to meet you boyfriend and at your favorite group's concert too! But hold on...the leaders voice sounds a bit familiar.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy my first fanfic! I want to continue this lil au, and possible make more for the other members! Let me know if you would be interested in that, Other than that:
Happy Reading!
Tags: @soobinshouseplant
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“Hey Baby..”
“Hiii…”
A soft chuckle filtered through your phone speaker.
“I’m sorry for calling you so late…”
“Joon, that’s completely fine, You know I stay up late anyways…”
You hear a sigh before he begins to talk again.
“Baby.?”
“Yeah?”
“You still live in (city name), right?”
“Yea, why do you ask?” You asked, curiosity/excitement lacing your tone. Your boyfriend chuckles at you, “Well, we’ll finally be able to meet!” You gasped in excitement, nearly falling off your bed.
You and your boyfriend, Joon, had been dating for about 2 years now, and yes it was a long distance relationship.
The two of you had met online through your art twitter. You did a lot of fanart of your favorite kpop group, Ateez, as well as tattoo ideas. The tattoo designs are what introduced you to your loving boyfriend.
He replied under one of your posts, interested in commissioning a design and it has been you and him against the world ever since.
Yes, you don’t know how he looks, and he may have various different pictures of you, but you put all your trust in him and you highly doubted he was a catfish.
He always showered you with gifts, and always called you when he got the time to. He rarely showed his face, but you saw his desk and his work area.
You believed he was real and you were excited at the prospect of finally being able to meet him.
“I can tell you’re excited…” Joon started, “I am too..I can’t wait to hold you…” You felt your face heat up as you heard him mumble something in Korean under his breath.
“What was that?”
“I said I can’t wait to hold you and have you whimpering underneath me, Jagi..”
You squealed in embarrassment as you slammed your phone on the bed. You heard him laughing at you before calling your name.
The two of you sat in silence for a little while after that, nothing but the soft clicking of your boyfriend's laptop coming through the speakers. He finally spoke up again with a little chuckle.
“Well…I bought you a concert ticket…”
“Joon!”
“What? I thought it was a good idea since we both like concerts~!”
You only hummed in response, not having the time to argue with him tonight, your phone pinged and you sighed.
“I’ll see you in two days!”
“See you~”
Your phone hung up and you went to check your Ticketmaster account, your eyes widened,
You got the tickets! -
X1 Atiny VIP Ticket
My future husband: You’re welcome~
My future husband: I love you.
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“Y/n, how do you know he will be there?’
“Don’t you think you’re being used..’
You groaned at your friend. “F/n. I don’t think a catfish would drop the money for this ticket like that. It was expensive.”
“So!? Maybe he’ll try to use a little money to kidnap you!”
You grew frustrated as you did your makeup. You had told F/n about what had happened and to make sure you were safe, she was coming along.
F/n was never supportive of your relationship, always judging you for ‘wasting’ your time on a dude that you are only just now meeting. But you also couldn’t blame her, girls did go missing when meeting their online boyfriends. But no matter how you tried to convince her, she wouldn’t listen to you. She didn’t even like Ateez! So she was basically wasting her money.
“What if he’s lying to you about his identity-”
“That’s enough, F/n!!” You yelled at her, finally snapping from the constant negative comments. “If you wanna come then come. But if you’re not going to shut the fuck up already!”
F/n stared at you in shock. “How dare you? I’m trying to keep you from getting catfished!!” She yelled back and you rolled your eyes pushing past her, grabbing your bag.
You got your keys and looked at her, “Find your own ride to the damn concert. Don’t bother being around me.” You said leaving her behind.
You were actually surprised she even still came to the concert. You glared at her and she gave you an apologetic look when she caught up to you.
When you walked into (venue name), you beamed with excitement. Not only were you going to finally meet your boyfriend, you got to see your all time favorite kpop group!
It was refreshing to be around fellow Atiny, you chatted with several around you in the pit. You ended up getting real close from you leaving early. Your blood was pumping through your body when the lights finally dimmed. You screamed as you watched as the members of Ateez came onto the stage.
It felt unreal, it didn’t feel real at all. You couldn’t believe that you were finally here. A couple of songs had gone by when you finally found the time to let your boyfriend know where you were. But you were shocked to see a message from him around 2 years ago that simply said;
“Look at the stage.”
When you looked back up, you locked eyes with Kim Hongjoong, the leader of Ateez, your bias, your Ult bias to be exact. His eyes were locked on you as he introduced himself to the crowd. Your brain froze.
When he spoke, his voice sounded familiar, and not just from you listening to music. No it was like you knew him on a personal level.
“F/n…” You said, capturing your friends' attention, concerned at your tone. “What’s wrong? Is it that boy?” She asked.
You looked back up to the stage, watching as Ateez prepared for their next set of songs.
“I think my boyfriend is the leader of Ateez..”
“...You mean as a joke right…?”
“....”
“...oh…”
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“What do you mean you think your boyfriend is a member of Ateez!?”
It was after the concert, and you were instructed by your boyfriend to meet him afterwards backstage. All you had to do was tell the security your name and they led you to where you were now.
F/n was very skeptical and was weary about leaving you alone, but after a while of convincing she finally left, making sure she had you added on Life360 just in case.
You stood there waiting, watching as various staff members worked around you. You were starting to think that he wasn’t going to come at all.
You looked down at your phone and sighed, turning to leave.
“Baby!”
You whip around to find the owner of the voice, and lo and behold it was Kim Hongjoong. He was now dressed comfortably, makeup gone and a soft blush on his face with a lazy smile.
You smile wide and run up to him, nearly tackling him to the ground with a hug. He laughs and wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly as if you were going to vanish if he let go.
When he did let go, he pulled away a bit to place a kiss on your lips. You melted into his grasp only pulling away when you needed air from the male.
The two of you looked at each other for a while. One half of you wanted to fight him for lying to you, but you knew he had his reasons, but the other was so happy that he was real and that he was not only your idol, but your lover.
“Hongjoongie…” You mumbled, hiding your face in his chest.
He chuckled as he held you close to him, “It’s so nice to hear you say my name…” He replied, finally pulling away.
When he did, he held your hands and swung them back and forth. He looked like a lovesick puppy, his eyes filled with love and adoration.
“Do you have anywhere else to go?...”
“No not really…”
“Well…could you maybe come back with me?”
You giggle at his bashfulness, nodding. “Of course, You have a lot of explaining to do..”
Hongjoong smiles before pulling you along with him.
𓂂 ♱⠀◌ ⠀◯ ⭑ ⸱ ៰ ͘ ࣭ ⠀𓂂 ♱⠀◌ • 𓂂 ♱⠀◌ ⠀◯ ⭑ ⸱ ៰ ͘ ࣭ ⠀𓂂 ♱⠀◌ •
Hongjoong paid for your visit to his hotel room, not leaving until he made sure you were safely on your way.
When you got there, you finally got to meet the other members, it was surreal for you. Just yesterday you were catching up on missed content, laughing as you watched Ateez go about their antics. Now you are meeting them and apparently dating their leader.
To say you were nervous would be an understatement, you were nearly shitting bricks.
But it actually went over well, Hongjoong introduced you to them one by one. You happily introduced yourself, shaking their hands until you got to Wooyoung, who had a smug grin.
“You’re really pretty. No wonder cap-” He was cut off by Hongjoong flinging something at him. You giggled at this as the rest of the evening with the boys went fine. It was spent with you explaining how you met Hongjoong, talking about how much you loved their music and how you really appreciated how nice they were being to him.
Later on, Hongjoong led you to his room, which you tilted your head at.
“I thought you guys shared rooms when you went on tour?”
“We do, the guys wanted to give us privacy though..”
You felt your face heat up as you walked over and flopped on the bed. Hongjoong then joined you, leaning his head on your stomach.
The two of you sat in silence for a while, basking in the silence before he spoke up.
“I’m sorry…” He started, moving to sit up, you moved to sit up at the head board.
“Hon-”
“I’m sorry for not telling you who I was y/n…I was scared…” He admits and it hurt your heart with how he avoided eye contact. He sighed before finally turning to you.
“When I found out you were an Atiny..I got scared. I thought you were only gonna like me because of who I am on stage…” You watched him carefully as he continued.
“I thought you weren’t gonna love me for me…So I hid it. It’s why I rarely showed my face when we talked. But when I saw your face…” Hongjoong reached over to cup your cheek, eyes misty. You felt your own tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall.
“Hongjoong…” You started moving closer to the male, your faces barely touching. “I’m in love with you…all of you…the Idol you and the normal you. Yes I may be an Atiny, but I love you. Not your career.” You say softly leaning on him.
“I was worried…that you wouldn’t like me once you met me. That you would’ve thought I was a weirdo or that-mmph!” Your rant was cut off by Hongjoong kissing you, he pulled you into his arms, your eyes widened as he silenced you. They eventually fluttered closed as he deepened the kiss, only pulling away to hide his face in the crook of your neck.
“You’re always loved by me…I trust you y/n..”
A small smile ghosted across your features as the two of you stayed that way for a while.
You felt at peace knowing that you could now love both forms of him..
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You were sad when you had to say goodbye to your boyfriend. One night was definitely not enough time for you to get all what you had to say to him off your chest.
And there was obviously a lot more that Hongjoong wanted to do, but that would have to wait for the next time you would meet.
So when you got home, you were watching through your concert footage when you got a notification.
‘Ateez_official_ has made a post’
You clicked it and felt your heart do a mini flip.
‘[#Hong_stagram] Forever you are my star ❤️’
It was a black and white picture of the two of you holding hands with the caption;
‘[#Hong_stagram] Forever you are my star <3’
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Rengoku taking you on a date to some festival (like the on in my dress up darling) and watching fireworks with you + lots of fluff
Ahh this instantly reminded me of that official art I used in the cover, so cool! Please let me know what you think <3
Kyojuro Rengoku taking you on a date to a light festival
Pairing: Rengoku x fem!reader
Word Count: 2,1k
Synopsis: Even though Kyojuro never saw more than a kind comrade in you, he decided to take you to the light festival he arranges every year for his beloved mother. All it takes is one evening for him to realize that you are way more than just a comrade to him...
Warnings: This is my first ever Rengoku fic so please take your time and leave a like, comment or reblog if you enjoy 🥹 fluffness overload, reader being shy, last part not proofread bc I reeaaaallyyy need to work on my university papers right now, hope you still enjoy!
One last glance in the mirror just to make sure you look alright while your heart beats out of your chest.
Finally. This is the day you’ve been waiting for since weeks. The minute none other than Kyojuro Rengoku asked you to accompany him to the yearly night festival in his hometown, you thought about it each and every day. What are you supposed to wear? Are you skilled enough to do your makeup? What if he doesn’t like you in something apart from your demon slayer uniform? It took ages to decide on a festive yukata you’ll wear, hours to do your hair decently enough. And in the end, you decided to wear no makeup at all.
“(y/n), he is awaiting you at the door”, your beloved mother gently announces into your room.
He’s there. Your fingers run over the soft fabric of your yukata frantically one last time before crossing the room and walking down the hallway.
“Oh... (y/n)”, the man at the door breathes out, eyes widen and mouth hanging open.
Huh, why is he looking at you like that? Is a stain on your yukata that you’ve missed? Is your hair already falling apart? Your mind goes blank, staring at him through doe eyes. What is wrong?
“I’m sorry for staring at you so shamelessly. It’s just…You look strikingly beautiful.”
In an instant your cheeks heat up, skin turning dark red without mercy. Did he just call you beautiful?
“Oh…Thank you so much, Rengoku-san. I really don’t deserve your praise”, you reply, bowing down in gratitude.
In the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of his festive black yukata and white cape. How is a single man able to look so elegant and breath-taking? How is it possible that he invited you to this festival right by his flamboyant side?
“May I ask you to call me Kyojuro, please? No need for formalities.”
Your heart skips a beat. Are you dreaming? This is too good to be true. Over the last few months, you worked close to him, always admiring him from afar. Officially, he was never more than a hashira, the ideal you grieved for. But when you got to know him better, when you were able to talk about anything but the demon slayer corps…There was no way out of hopelessly falling for him.
He stretches his hand out, smiling at you so widely that you forget how to breathe to a minute. Why…
Does he want you to take his hand?
“Go on, dear. Have a nice evening and stay safe.”
With a gentle push, your mother draws you closer to him, making you grab his warm hand out of instinct. Despite you went on multiple missions with him, you were never this close to him, never meeting each other in privacy. But this…
This feels like a date.
“Are you alright, (y/n)? I hope I don’t make you feel uncomfortable.”
You hold onto his arm tightly, gazing at him through widen eyes. Oh no, you’re messing it up with being so nervous. Should you tell him the truth? Or just pretend there’s nothing wrong?
“Can I be honest with you?”, you mutter, making him tilt his head in a way that makes you see stars.
“Of course, you always can!”, he shouts back in the matter of seconds.
“You know…This is the first time a man ever took me out…”, you stutter, gaze fixated on the grass underneath your feet.
His eyes dart towards your face, looking for a sign of humour in your bright orbs. But by the way you blush so deeply and how you fumble his sleeve he can tell you are serious about your words. A gorgeous woman like you was never asked out? This is impossible, this is absolutely unacceptable. He clenches his hands into fists.
Kyojuro Rengoku will make sure to make you feel special throughout the entirety of this day.
“Then I am beyond honoured to be the first one”, he replies along with a bright smile that lights up his entire face.
You smile at him widely, that cute little blush still tinting your cheeks in the most admirable way Kyojuro has ever witnessed. He never thought about asking a woman out, let alone another member of the demon slayer corps. For all these months, you were nothing but comrades, a pair that worked really well together.
Until it became more for him.
Until he couldn’t stop thinking about you even though you left long ago. Until he started to ponder about your breath-taking smile and soft hair instead of your fighting skills. Until he saw more in you than just a demon slayer.
No, you are a woman. And what a gorgeous one. Maybe Uzui was right, after all.
“So you and (y/n), huh?”
“What are you talking about, Uzui?”
“Come on man, I see the way you look at her. And I get it, she is really stunning and pretty smart on top. She’d be a great catch for you, especially for the first one.”
“The first?”, Kyojuro repeated in shock, widen eyes staring at you shamelessly.
He never planed on having a single wife in the first place. Why would Uzui suggest something so ridiculous? You are nothing but a comrade to him with your shiny eyes, strong body, and the delicate way your body moves in the sunset. And oh, your character made of pure gold, how you treat others with infinite kindness. So delicate, so lovely…
“Oh my, look at all those delicious sweets”, you cry out in excitement, arm wrapping itself around Kyojuro’s tighter.
“You never told me that you like sweets”, he replies gently.
“Would you…Would you mind getting something to eat with me? I really love sweets and here are so much of them to try.”
The way you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear almost drives the flame hashira himself insane, eyes glued to your delicate frame in nothing but admiration. How did he never really notice how unmistakably lovely you are?
“Not at all, let’s get you something to eat!”
Proudly, he watches how you slowly but surely get comfortable around him, telling him everything he needs to know about your favourite sweets while your eyes sparkle in sheer excitement.
“I love chocolate as well, especially the darkest one!”
“I heard that far away, someone invented a white chocolate. White! Can you believe it? How is it even possible to make something like that? I wonder what it tastes like.”
“Someday, I will take you to find out yourself”, Kyojuro suddenly blurts out.
Your eyes dart towards him, hands completely frozen in place. Calm down, don’t freak out, tame your excitement.
“Would you really do that, Kyojuro?”
“If it makes you happy, I very gladly will!”
You don’t know what has gotten into you. Maybe your endorphins are all over the place because of all the sweet you’ve ate, maybe it is the sake that was in the pralines from earlier, but you can’t contain yourself. With a swift motion, you put the last piece of chocolate in your mouth before wrapping your arms around none other than Kyojuro Rengoku.
Kyojuro Rengoku, the man you’ve been eyeing since joining the demon slayer corps. Kyojuro Rengoku, who seemed to never see more in you than a simple friend.
Kyojuro Rengoku, who instantly wraps his strong arms around you as well.
He didn’t expect you this close to him except for training. But oh does it feel good. How did he never notice how intoxicating good you smell and how warm your body feels? How did he never notice how much smaller your hands are compared to his? And the softness of your perfectly made hair. He can’t help but wonder how long it took you to make them look this way?
You are so beautiful.
“Thank you for taking me here. I never thought you…You would do something like that with me.”
Your hot breath tickles against his neck and makes shivers run down his spine.
“Of course! After all, I really enjoy your company!”
Discretely, you return to your own seat, the slight tint of red displaying your embarrassment. Did you really just hug him? Hopefully he doesn’t think you’re a freak. Or even worse: what if he doesn’t want to work with you anymore? You’d rather adore him in the dark than not seeing him at all.
“Excuse my outbreak. I guess I got a little carried away. Oh, where are all the people going?”
Your eyes follow the multiple people around you who seem to meet up on the other end of the well-decorated village. By now, it’s already getting dark, the sun is almost completely set.
“Didn’t you know! In just a few moments, the traditional firework will start! Follow me!”
He grabs your hand. Kyojuro’s warm hand wraps itself around yours while he leads you to the crowd, an excited grin plastered on his face.
This is what he waited for, finally he is able to show you the firework. Since you’ve mentioned in a training session that you never saw a firework before, he knew he had to change it.
“Here you’ll be able to see everything.”
Kyojuro”, you breathe out, eyes roaming around the lovely area.
Despite the fact that there is a crowd of people around you, you’re standing next to him in a small pavilion, decorated all over with the most delicate flowers.
“Many of the buildings around us are owned by my family, like the pavilion we are standing in at the moment. After my mother died, I arranged this festival in her honor. She would have loved to make other humans happy by the sight of fireworks.”
Your breath hitches, heart almost overflowing with emotions. Even though he smiles at you softly, you can tell by the pained gleam in his otherwise bright orbs how much he misses his mother especially today.
“I will enjoy every second of it just like she does. I’m sure she is proud of the man you have become, Kyojuro.”
You place your hand on his, fingers intertwining as you lean your body over the railing.
“I bet she watches over you right now from afar.”
“I hope she does”, Kyojuro replies unusual calm.
Then it begins. Your eyes dart towards the sky and the play of colours that lays itself out over your head. So many colours that sparkle like stars, the burnt smell in the air. You don’t know how you imagined a firework to be, but definitely not this exciting.
But unlike you, Kyojuro isn’t able to look at the sky. No, all that he’s able to see is you and how the fireworks reflect in your widen eyes.
This. This must be what dreams are made of, the reason why Uzui is married to three women. Just the way you carry yourself is enough to drive him insane, to make his heart jump out of his chest. And especially now, he just isn’t able to resist any longer.
Before he decides against it, he wraps his arms around you from behind, holding you close with one arm resting around your waist and the other on your shoulder.
“The fireworks will never shine as bright as your eyes, (y/n).”
“K-kyojuro…”
“I love you with all my heart. All this time I thought it is nothing more than sympathy, that I see nothing more than a comrade in you. But you in that delightful kimono, your eyes shining like the stars above…It’s love, (y/n). I love you.”
Suddenly the fireworks above are out of your sight, eyes locked with Kyojuro and his slightly redden cheeks. This can’t be true, right? You dreamt countless night of him, imagined what it would feel like to lay in his arms like you do right now. Is a man like him really able to love a women like you, are you worth his time?
“I’d love to kiss you right now.”
You hold your breath, head nodding ever so slightly when his face draws closer and closer until…
Fireworks around you explode in a grand finale when he presses his lips against yours softer than you ever imagined. He feels as warm and comforting as you expected, his grasp keeping you from sinking down to the ground.
“I could watch you for a lifetime, (y/n)”, he hushes against your lips.
“You…you are way better than a firework”, you breathe out.
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Hello, hello! May i ask a headcanon someone tries to flirt/harrass the nxx boys and the reader comes to save them! We love a badass reader ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ
Reader to the rescue! (*≧∇≦)ﾉ
"Wow, you're a doctor?"
Immediately you felt your stomach sink as you heard the tone in which this stranger cooed at Vyn. While out and about, neither of you had expected to run into one of Vyn's patients, who politely had referred to him as "Doctor Richter."
Sometimes you forgot how shameless other people could be, until presented with situations like this one.
"Indeed," Vyn replied curtly but politely. "But I'm afraid I'm not taking new patients."
That should have been the end of the conversation. Vyn, in his eerily calm but always courteous manner, had made his point clear.
Sometimes you forgot how shameless other people could be when they refused to take a hint.
"Oh, but doctor...!" The overly exaggerated whine grated against your ears. "I've got this odd spot, you see, and I'm worried," she whimpered, following after him. "Could you take a peek... down there... for m--"
You stepped up to block her path, arms stretched wide to make sure she wouldn't sneak past you. "My supervisor is busy," you told her flatly, barely able to swallow the venom in your tone. "If it's that concerning, surely I could take a look?"
She didn't reply, just stormed off with a huff and muttering choice words under her breath. With a sigh, you turned around to follow after Vyn, only to find that he had snuck back to your side when you were distracted.
"Supervisor?" he murmured, with a small smirk creeping onto his lips. Leaning over to whisper directly in your ear, he breathed, "Don't tell me, you want to be my assistant?"
"..." You swallowed hard as you fought to regain your breath, flustered at his proximity and his teasing. "Please don't hire me unless you want us to be sued for medical malpractice."
~♡~♡~♡~♡~
"Too much of a big shot to say hello? Didn't know Mr. CEO would turn out to be such a stuck-up prick."
Your eyes flickered nervously between Marius and the young man who was heckling him. His finely combed hair and well-tailored clothing revealed his wealthy status, but the harsh words coming from his mouth were hardly better than what one might hear in a middle school locker room.
"Marius, do you know him?" you whispered, trying to keep up with the CEO's long strides as he walked away wordlessly.
"Not really," he mumbled with a shrug. "Might have gone to high school with him, or something. He looks like a brat that would come out of that school, anyway."
A tug pulled at your heartstrings. You knew Marius was trying to act nonchalant so as not to feed the beast behind him, but you also knew that his teen years were a sensitive subject. He'd gone abroad for his studies, claiming it was solely to help further his career in art, but...
You knew he had been painfully lonely his first year of high school, in an overly sterile environment of rich heirs and dirty money that refused to befriend the youngest von Hagen.
"Awfully cocky for a guy who was second choice for his position," the former classmate continued. "I feel sorry for that brother of yours. Of course, assuming you didn't--"
Marius stiffened at your side.
Nobody brought Giann into their taunts.
Nobody.
Before Marius could say a word in his or his brother's defense, however, you stormed up to the rich brat with a fire in your eyes. "Excuse me, but if you want to keep flapping your jaw, you'd better start saying something intelligent," you snapped. "Mr. von Hagen is a very busy man, and he has a tight schedule. Time is money, and his time is very expensive." You lifted your chin and squared your shoulders, trying to make yourself look larger and more professional. "Do you know what his hourly rate is?"
The number made the young man's face drain of color.
"Now then, if you--or rather, if your daddy's wallet--can afford to schedule an hour with Mr. von Hagen, give us a call. If not, perhaps read a book or two. What a shame that you have such a big head, only full of hot air."
With that, you spun on your heel and stalked off after Marius, who had paused up ahead to wait for you.
"I'm so sorry!" you whispered as soon as the heckler was out of earshot. "I couldn't stand by and let him be such a jerk!"
"Don't apologize," Marius insisted. "Actually, it was a bit..." His voice trailed off, and instead of finishing his sentence, he checked his watch with a cough. "We're late."
"Marius, is your nose bleeding?"
"Now's not the time, Y/N!"
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"Don't you look all stiff? C'mon, let's have a bit of fun."
In hindsight, you should have told Artem that the dress code for "dinner and a movie" was casual. Laid-back. Just two friends having a relaxing evening.
In your defense, however, most people wouldn't interpret "dinner and a movie" to mean "arrive in a suit and tie."
Even after coaxing Artem to take the suit jacket off, he still looked out of place in his dress shirt and slacks. The restaurant was nice enough where you weren't too concerned, and nobody could see the two of you in the dark theater, but as you walked along the city streets to find a bite of dessert....
Well, you'd attracted some unwanted attention.
"I have plans." Artem's reply was curt.
"Aww, this cutie here? C'mon, of course you're invited!" You instinctively covered your face as the reek of some sort of alcohol assaulted your senses. Wine? Vodka? Tequila? You didn't know or care. It was overpowering.
"We are not interested." Artem's tone was harsher, more insistent this time. He couldn't have been any clearer that he wanted nothing to do with this situation. "Let's hurry, now. Before the shops close."
"Aww, isn't that collar of yours so tight and hot? I can loosen you up real good, and my hours go all night lo-"
"Can't you catch a hint?" You smacked away the hand that was reaching for Artem's bicep. "He's being polite because he's considerate of your feelings, but I'm not! Go find someone else before I hook you up with Chief Darius for the night!"
That seemed to be enough to finally give you and Artem space to leave. Still fuming, you gritted your teeth as you walked a step behind Artem, eyes flicking wildly around the streets.
"I think you can relax now," Artem told you after a couple minutes. "Just one drunkard. It's still too early for most people to be in that bad of shape."
You sighed and unclenched your jaw. "I'm sorry. It's my fault for suggesting a place so close to North Stellis."
"No need to be sorry," Artem assured you, and the warmth in his voice helped you relax. "I rather like it out here. You can see the stars more clearly than you can downtown."
You turned your eyes up to the night sky, and a soft gasp left your lips as you took in the spectacle of stars and moonlight above you. "You really can! It's beautiful!"
"Yes," Artem murmured in agreement. While looking at the sky, you couldn't quite see his deep blue eyes gazing in your direction. "A captivating sight indeed."
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"Are you some kind of con artist? You're the worst!"
The shrill shriek from the lobby startled you so much that you almost dropped the box of bits and pieces you were carrying.
"You can take it to an appraiser for a second opinion, but I--"
"No way! Pay to have some buddy of yours lie to me, too? You're scum!"
Luke had mentioned that he'd been swarmed with customers lately, both those looking for repairs and those browsing for antiques to purchase. You had offered to lend a hand to take some of that burden off. At first, he had hesitated, but when you mentioned you wanted to hang out with him more...
His mood turned 180 degrees, and he invited you to help him organize materials and keep him company this weekend.
Initially you had thought Luke was just too proud to admit he needed help. But now, you couldn't help but wonder, "How many visitors throw fits like this woman?"
"Is everything okay over here?" you asked at last, setting the box down next to Luke's desk.
The brunet cast you a look that screamed at you to step back. But if someone was causing a ruckus, you didn't want to leave Luke to handle it alone. You had offered to help out, and you were going to stay true to your word!
"Do you work here?" The woman whipped her head around to glare at you, a harsh look full of malice and frustration. However, you sensed something else in there too: anxiety. "Are you here to call my boyfriend a liar, too?"
"I didn't say he was a liar," Luke clarified, interjecting before you could respond. "I just said--"
"You said this was a fake!" she snarled, turning her anger back onto Luke. "My boyfriend said he searched high and low to find me an authentic, vintage music box! You're spitting in the face of our love! Who do you think you are?!"
"I've been collecting and repairing antiques for quite some time--"
"As if!" she scoffed. "You're like what, 25 at most? 'Quite some time' my ass!"
Clearly, she did not want to listen to a word Luke had to say. She had already decided he was a scammer and an anti-romantic. Judging from Luke's expression, his patience was also wearing thin.
"Excuse me, miss? May I say something?"
She stomped her foot as she spun to face you, and for a moment you thought she was going to bite your head off to make a point to Luke. Luckily, your head was still on your shoulders for now, so you figured you would try to get as far as you could before one of those two snapped. "This man here is also a professional detective. He has a great eye for detail. I'm sure he has a reason for saying this box is not authentic." You saw her nose twitch, and you braced yourself for her to start spewing flames again. "Luke, why don't you point out which specific details are not 100% accurate to an authentic antique? Here, I'll bring over an extra magnifying glass."
Slowly but surely, Luke was able to point out a couple of minute differences that were hard to discern for an untrained eye. "While it's a beautiful replica, it's not a true, authentic piece," he declared finally. "Replacement parts will be easier to find for this model, as it's more modern, but... I think your boyfriend just got unlucky."
"So the seller... was the liar...." Her demeanor had changed entirely from when you first found her. She seemed dejected and remorseful, but also a little... relieved. "I thought it was off, you know. The coloring... Anyway, I kind of hoped you'd tell me I was wrong. I'm glad you were honest." She chuckled and shook her head. "I'll talk to him about it. We'll figure something out. Thank you, Mr. Luke, and sorry I called you a scumbag."
Once the door closed behind her, Luke drummed his fingers against his desk and called your name. "You didn't have to do that. I could have handled it."
"You looked like you were about to hit her."
"I would never hit a woman."
"Sorry. You looked like you were about to dislocate her arm."
He sighed. "I'm annoyed... but I'm grateful." He cast you a beaming grin, his sharp canines glinting in the half-light of the sunset. "Now help me clean off one more shelf, and then it's pizza on me!"
#tears of themis#tears of themis x reader#tot#tot x reader#vyn richter#artem wing#luke pearce#marius von hagen#gn!reader#I wanted to do an even split of flirters and fighters but then realized that nobody in their right mind would fight Luke LOL#thanks for the ask!#anon
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Ok one more update from a shark in the water? Please???
Here’s the first 1k(roughly)! Keep in mind I haven’t edited and I had like. A three-month long writers block for this fic so I’m not super attached/happy with this intro— it may change when I go back next weekend!
Hopefully it’s enough to wet your appetite tho ;)
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Stiles had friends.
Lydia was his friend. Erica. Danny and Kira danced the line between acquaintance and actual friendship, but gun to his head, Stiles would count them as the latter. And Scott. God knows they'd been inseperable for over a decade.
It's just—
Stiles didn’t text his friends the way he texted Derek.
Or as often.
It wasn’t anything serious. Just lots of little, trivial things: pictures here and there, Stiles blinking doe eyes at the camera, biting his lip. He texted Derek about his annoying professor, the chronological order of the Marvel movies, his attempts at latte foam art. Stiles rambled and vented and altogether talked too much, but—
Derek always answered.
Even if it was a simple, one-word reply. Even if sometimes it took a couple hours. Stiles wasn’t sure he’d have been able to stop even if he didn’t; every little thing that popped into his head came with the companion thought of, oh! I wonder what Derek would think about this!
ive never seen you play a video game, he texted on Thursday evening.
I don’t. What are you playing?
COD
with scott
R u home?
At the gym.
Stiles had figured as much, but he still caught himself sighing. They were in the Hale-McCall living room, playing on Scott’s family Xbox, both sore and tired from their shifts at work. From his spot on the couch, Stiles could hear Peter humming in the kitchen, most likely prepping for dinner. Melissa was still at work.
And Derek was at the gym. Snooze.
how much can u lift? Stiles texted, before his character on screen ran into a wall and he had to put his phone down. Scott side-eyed him, hard.
Stiles caught the tail-end of Scott taking incoming fire before his phone buzzed again. He looked back down.
I can lift double your weight, easy, Derek had typed, cutting to the heart of the matter.
Stiles pinkened.
for how long?
For as long as it takes. Derek replied. it’s your endurance we need to work on, if anything.
Stiles could taste the sharp edge of Derek’s condescension on his tongue. Something inside him went molten-hot, liquified, like the liquid wax of a burning candle.
maybe you should take me to the gym with you, he typed, squirming at just the thought of it. Derek all sweaty, the graceful arch of spine, muscles flexing as he lifts himself. we could be workout buddies.
Would you wear leggings?
Stiles readjusted on the couch, his leg coming up against his chest.
in public? no.
but I could sit on you.
on your back. while you do push ups
A bit too daring. Stiles bit his lip when Derek didn’t respond. He focused back on the game, hoping to distract himself.
It didn’t help much.
Scott huffed, throwing down his remote when they both died.
“What is with you, man?”
“What do you mean?” Stiles said, peeking at his phone again. No new messages.
“I mean, you’re not even watching where you’re going. You just got us both killed!”
”I’m just—“ Stiles felt unreasonably grumpy. “Bored. Can’t we play something else?”
“Like what?”
Like Mario Kart, per Stiles’ suggestion. The best part about Mario Kart was that Scott was—
“Awful, man. Just terrible,” Stiles laughed as Scott swerved off the road, twisting his remote uselessly, as if that were going to do anything while he wasn’t holding down the gas. “Honestly, it’s embarrassing to watch. You should just stop. You’re bringing shame to your family name.”
“I used to beat you at every game!”
“Yeah, in like seventh grade.” Stiles shook his head. “How’s it feel, Scott? To have peaked in middle school?”
“I haven’t peaked, I’m just—“ Scott threw down the controller as the track completed, screen flashing the stats. Scott in tenth place, Stiles in first. Just like the last time. And the time before that. “Out of practice. God, screw this. I want to play Skyrim.”
“Skyrim is god-awful on the Switch.”
“Well, then, I’ll bring the PS4 down here.”
“But it’s single player,” Stiles scrunched up his nose. “I’m not going to just sit here like your girlfriend and pretend watching you play video games is interesting.”
Scott looked offended. “Allison isn’t pretending. She said she loves watching me play.”
Right.
“Sure she does.” Stiles rolled his eyes. "We can just put on a horror movie or something, play fuck, marry, kill." A weird little tradition of theirs, any time they break out the b-rate horror films.
"Which one do you wanna watch?"
Stiles shrugged, "You pick."
He checked his phone again. Sighed for the millionth time.
Scott noticed.
“Who are you texting?”
Fuck.
”No one important,” Stiles said quickly, and put his phone face down on the side table.
Scott stared at it. “Is that a new phone?”
”What? No.”
”It’s pink," Scott pointed out. "Your phone's not pink.”
Stiles really needed to get a case for the thing. “Okay,” he conceded. “It’s a new phone. I splurged.”
The reaction was immediate.
”Stiles! We’re supposed to be saving up for an apartment!” Scott shook his head. “You’ve got to stop spending money, dude.”
Scott was definitely right about that. Stiles might not have bought the phone, but he'd hardly saved a dime since he’d started his job. He’d been too busy buying— well. You know.
As if summoned by the thought of his underwear alone, Stiles' phone (finally, finally) buzzed. Stiles had moved before his brain had fully processed the sound, snatching his phone up from the table on reflex.
Stay put. I’ll be there in 10.
Stiles’ cheeks darkened to a fire-engine red. Uh-oh.
#siyw#am open to suggestions!! especially that first 300 words or so#I’ve written this beginning so many times I ended up just leaving it the way it is to finish the actual meat of the story#sterek
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Movie Magic
Crowley x Aziraphale x Reader comfort one-shot
Gender neutral reader (no pronouns used) : )
Requests are: OPEN
a/n: this is my first Gomens fic and first fic on my new writings blog! Lemme know what you think, and maybe feel free to send in some requests if you like my style
"Oh, what's wrong with this one, then?" Crowley nods his head in your direction.
Aziraphale throws a worried glance your way, fiddling with the brochure in his hands. "I must say I'm not entirely sure." He purses his lips in concern.
You hadn't had a particularly good day, and moping about the bookshop minding your own business had seemed like a good idea if only you hadn't forgotten how much Crowley and Aziraphale tended to worry over you. Or may that had been the point. You weren't really sure.
Crowley tuts, pats Aziraphale on the shoulder and mutters that he'll handle this.
"What's got you feeling up, buttercup?" He asks, plopping down on the arm of the chair you were currently slouched on. You almost scoffed at the inadvertent slight on Heaven.
"Nothing, just having an off day," you reply, moving your arm to give him some more space.
"Right, well. Not good that, is it?" Crowley cocks his head, thinks for a moment, and hops back up. "Up you get, come on."
You blink at him, watching as his arm swings in a vague get-up-then way before landing on his hip.
"Either- we go out drinking, or the Angel makes hot chocolate and we watch a movie. What will it be?"
You laugh, your first one in a fair few hours. In the corner, Aziraphale watches to see what you choose.
"Are there cuddles involved if we watch a movie?"
Crowley's eyes dart away for a moment, looking over at his favourite angel and back again at you. "Mm, yeah, right-o."
"Oh, perfect-" Aziraphale grins. He always had an appreciation for the art humanity made. "What're we watching, my dear?"
You think for a moment before replying with your favourite movie.
"In that case, why don't you go pop something comfortable on; I'll make us some tea, and Crowley- well, why don't you set up the film?"
Aziraphale nods, sets down his brochure and heads off to the kitchenette.
You look back to Crowley, who is still standing there with his hands on his hips, looking at you with squinted eyes as if he might be able to work out if there was anything else wrong just by looking hard enough.
"Well, go on then," he says. "Move so I can set all this up."
You comply, going upstairs to get changed. When you come back down, Crowley will have completed a perfectly wicked miracle to turn the bookshop into a cozy space for you to feel safe. You know by the smell wafting up the staircase that Aziraphale will have made up the best hot chocolate that you have ever tasted. If he may have put a little miracle spin on it himself, that's entirely between him and God.
And if you spend the next two hours cuddling up to your favourite Angel and Demon while they stroke your hair and ask ridiculous questions about your favourite movie, before falling asleep with your head in Crowley's lap, his sunglasses resting on the top of your head, then that's just how it is, isn't it?
#gomens#crowley x reader#aziraphale x reader#crowley x aziraphale x reader#comfort#crowley#aziraphale#good omens
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Sooooooo-
I've been stalking your blog- (mueheheh and I love your posts and writings 😭)
Can I request a kokushibo x Fem! Artist! Reader who often gets frustrated over little things whenever she messes her drawings up? And probably gives the most scary glares and annoyed looks. Meanwhile, he tries to comfort her.
Thank you! May you have a great day/night ahead!
𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞
kokushibo tsugikuni x gn!artist!reafer
This is set a little closer to when he was human so he can actually comprehend everything ur doing
Kokushibo doesn’t understand why you’re so mad at first.
While he does not completely blame you, he’s only more confused on why you’re feeling this way. In some ways he can link your frustration to his.. “occupation” so he can sympathize and understand you more.
He can’t say he doesn’t get annoyed himself when he can’t kill a certain group of slayers in the time he pleased. Maybe another victim found their way around and ran off as the sun started to rise. Mistakes like that frustrate him to. Kokushibo just doesn’t understand why you’re so upset about the tiniest of things.
Let say you try to start a new painting and something slightly goes off of the pattern or escape the lines. You’ll scrap it with an irritated glance before staring again on the next canvas. Bits and pieces of left behind are over something so tiny scatter around everywhere.
Not only does he not like what you’re getting mad at, he does not like the storm that follows.
Your temper rises significantly, and the amount of evil glances that meet at least one of kokushibo eyes will make him close all six of them to avoid yours. There is much more passive aggressiveness to any word you say and overall just a force of nature to be around.
Your attitude reminds him of an open wound, when you first add treatment like alcohol, it begins to burn.
Of course after you just patch it up so it can heal.
The next time you try and discard another piece, kokushibo is there to stop you. You could only look up at him with confusion, you can’t say there was slight irritation behind your eyes. Nevertheless you let him speak before you said anything yourself.
“Why must you wear yourself down?” The six eyed demon asked. You don’t reply, your eyes only drift down towards the countless crumbled pieces of paper that scatter the floor. Kokushibo takes your silence as a proper response and sees fit to continue.
He blinks before picking up a crumbled piece of paper unfolding it for you to see. “Humans are always to stubborn.” He blurts out turning back to you and holding up the two copies of paper. “Nearly identical copies that any human wishes they could draw themselves. Yet you crumble and throw them away like nothing.”
You turn your eyes away either from shame or anger and irritation. The demon before you only stares at you a sigh escapes his lips trying to find the proper words to say. “Mortals like you always try to strive for perfection when you already have it.” You perk up hearing his words.
“Self perfection can lead to self destruction if you don’t bring yourself back to reality.” His words shiver ringing in your ear. It only brings you back to reality, harsh words that really have a sweet meaning underneath. Your eyes drift back to your art and then back to the discarded treasures that litter the floor.
Kokushibo noticing the glint in your eyes hesitates before stepping closer. Slowly wrapping his arms around you to bring you into his embrace. You lean into his surprising warmth he’s providing as a needed sigh finally escapes your lips.
“Thank you.” Is all your able to mutter before your head moves to the crook of his neck, his hand coming around to rub circles slowly on your back.
Kokushibo can’t help but feel a slight smile spread across his lips. While healing takes steps he finds some happiness that you’ve taken the first leap of faith.
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer x reader#kny x reader#x reader#fluff#kny#@.komoboko writes#headcanon#kny fluff#kokushibo tsugikuni#kokushibo#kokushibo tsugikuni x reader#kokushibo x reader#uppermoon one#upper moons#uppermoons#hurt/comfort#maybe???
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Welcome to Earth C!!
Ask blog for the Homestuck next gen kids!!
Meet the kids below, and please read the rules!!
Mod Erky
Hi my name's Erky, and these are my fantroll/ fankids!! I made this ask blog for them for fun and stuff. I'm the only mod but I'll be here as well for difficult questions the kids may not be able to answer. Anyways, here are the rules!!
Rules:
All questions must be Safe For Work. These are CHILDREN. They are 11 years old and younger. They have been drawn as adults before (with the exception of Donny) but for the main story they are minors.
(NEW) Please do not spam the inbox. Random asks that have nothing to do with the blog will be deleted. Asks that I do not feel comfortable answering will also be deleted.
(NEW) Some asks may take longer to answer than others, I will try to go in order but it may be a while before some asks are answered, mostly due to how much art I need/want to make for it.
Please be kind in replies and reblogs, not everyone likes the same ship and not everyone has the same head canon. What shows up here are mine!
Though the adults (parents) can make appearances, please keep the focus on the kids!
You may send commands, as long as they are reasonable. Again, they are all minors.
Fanart is always accepted and appreciated!! As stated, keep Safe For Work.
Rules will update as needed.
Meet the kids!!
Ages and pronouns are in the images!!
JENNY: daughter of Dirk Strider and Jake English
DONNY: son of Dirk Strider and Jake English
CORVIDAE: daughter of Dave Strider and Karkat Vantas
JACK: son of Dave Strider and Karkat Vantas
VICEROY: son of Kanaya Maryam and Rose Lalonde
#homestuck#homestuck au#earth c au#jenny#donny#jack#corvidae#viceroy#homestuck fantroll#homestuck fankid#ask blog
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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙞𝙤: 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙐𝙧𝙜𝙚 | 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙀𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
WICKED EYES
MASTERLIST
This is a dark romance with descriptions of violence, gore, racism, sexism, and NSFW themes. The reader is black in this AU but this story can be enjoyed by all walks of life.
This chapter contains smut and NSFW descriptions. Slight gore warning.
Art by: Umikochanart dividers
Even to this day, Dio doesn’t know all of the secrets of the mask. His knowledge was exclusively surface level: The mask is activated with blood and unlocks the part of the brain that allows mortals to achieve Godhood. Almost every day he discovered new things about himself, the effect it had on his mind and body… and lastly, the effects it had on you. You’ve had a lot more time to adjust to your life as a vampire while Dio was stuck in a coffin.
The poor man had such a hard time controlling his hunger and it wasn’t like he gave a damn anyway. He drained pretty women—and men, that he hated, whenever he got the chance. He’s a God, why not feed whenever he wants? Although, he rarely saw you feed at all. He would be lying if he said he never had fantasies of you feeding on young women he favored. Unfortunately, Dio wouldn’t really see you indulge in your vampirism at all. You just read books and did anything except for what he wanted. How much can one person really read? He missed those days when the pining was mutual. He missed being about to make you blush and hide your face. He missed overloading your young mind with anxiety whenever he would kiss you. To this day he blames Jonathan for his shortcomings…even if it had nothing to do with him.
He made the decision to give you space. It may have been a bad idea but at the moment he didn’t know what else to do. Dio was on the cusp of madness, fighting hard against the violence that would ensue if he were to force you to love him. The world has done him so much wrong but the one thing he wanted to believe was true was your love. All the bad things you’d were things he never wanted to take as the truth. You were just angry. You’re always just angry. The fact that he felt insecure around you was baffling.
Perhaps, giving you space was a mistake. His bed was cold and empty without you. Since the moment you’ve arrived, you’ve given him the very warmth he lacked. The feeling of loneliness made him bitter. The kind of bitterness that turned into anger and would make him grit his teeth, clench his fist, and narrow his eyes at the nearest victim.
Dio’s mansion was big. Not nearly as big as his stolen castle from 100 years ago but he knew how to navigate it well. While looking for you, he couldn’t smell your scent at all. It was a sweet smell he memorized so that he would be able to find you in any situation…unfortunately, all he could smell was blood. It was fresh and the mere lingering scent made him lick his lips and smirk. Were you feeding? How adorable…but without him? That’s a hard pass.
He followed the trail, coming across things he did not expect. He found…bodies. Dead bodies. He recognized them too. They were some of his human servants—no, all of his human subjects. Bloodless and twitching with delight. They would surely die very soon.
“(y/n)?”
When Dio found you, your back was turned, still dressed in black silk sleepwear. The room was dark, hiding the monster that you had become. When you didn’t reply, he could only grin. Now, he understood. “You aren’t as good at controlling your hunger as you think you are.” He reveled in the feeling of you being dependent on him.
“I don’t care.”
Dio chuckled to himself. No matter how you chose to speak to him, he only found you adorable. The best thing he could think of to describe it was one love for a pet. You bother your beloved so much and when they bite you, you don’t even feel angry.
“I see you’ve put your stand to good use.” Dio stepped over the bodies and kneeled down beside you. “It looks like you’re able to influence the actions of others or at the very least—their feelings towards you.”
“I don’t care, Dio.”
Dio’s expression fell for a moment. It’s been so long and you still haven’t warmed up to him since he lied. Not even Petshop fixed things permanently. The bird adored you and you spent a lot of the day taking care of them…all while ignoring Dio. You gave into his touch. You’d let him hold you and kiss you wherever he’d like but you still weren’t all there. It was like you’d disassociate and he didn’t enjoy it if you weren’t present.
“Enyaba told me that she overheard you having words with Kakyoin before his departure to kill Jotaro Kujo.” His arm snaked under the back of your knees and the other around your torso as he picked you up bridal style. “Is that so?” You uttered flatly. “And, word has gotten to me that Kakyoin has failed to kill Jotaro and the two have become fast friends.”
You couldn’t see Dio’s face but you could tell he wasn’t exactly happy at that fact. The subtle tonal shifts in his voice showed you that he was mildly annoyed.
But that was surprising. Kakyoin joined Jotaro? Because of your stand?
Dio wanted to be angry with you but his soft spot didn’t allow it. Instead, he wanted to get to the bottom of this issue with your stand. He composed a test. Dio took you to where he was supposed to be meeting his new subject.
The Mansion twisted in shape, the walls and halls becoming unfamiliar, never allowing you to navigate them without the help of your possessive husband. Where you arrived was unknown but it was near the entrance. There, in front of you, was Enyaba but she wasn’t alone. Next to her was a tall man. He was big but not the same build as Dio. He has silver hair that seemed to stand up on its own. “Dio, what is this?” You clung to his shirtless body, earning a smile from him.
“Enyaba, please, tell me who this is again?”
The old woman cackled to herself with a particular bow and arrow in hand. The same one she used on you before.
“This is Jean Pierre Polnareff. He has become our new associate, whether he wants to be or not.”
“Polnareff, eh?” If Dio wasn’t holding you, he would be stroking his chin mischievously right now. “(y/n), use your stand power on him. Whatever it may be.”
You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why?”
“I want to see if Polnareff too joins Jotaro.”
“And if he does?!”
Dio chuckled at your aggression. He often found your attitude endearing. “And if he does, he will perish along with the rest of them.”
You narrowed your eyes even further. “I am not doing this.” You wiggled your way out of Dio’s arms. He let go of you, almost dropped you but you landed on your feet. “This doesn’t feel like royalty. These people don’t feel like servants to me. This is a cult.”
“But, mademoiselle,” The Frenchman intervened. “I chose to follow Dio by choice. I do not mind this rite of passage if it means—”
“Oh, I know you didn’t.” You turned to Dio. “When is this supposed to end? Johnathan is dead. Erina is dead. I don’t understand why you need to still go after that family.”
“Polnareff, Enyaba, you’re both dismissed.”
And just like sheep, they left.
Your arms were at your sides. Your clawed hand clenched itself just a little, readying you for whatever might possess Dio to act out in response to you questioning his motives. Although he was frightened to most, your fear for him dulled. Your disagreements with him evolved into just wondering what he’d do next.
The pit of anxiety suddenly blossomed in your stomach. He opened his mouth to speak but none of what he was saying to you could be heard. The deafening static of your mine filled your head and clouded your eyes. Dio was the source of your stress; the source of your undying body and insatiable hunger. You failed to resist acting on your own, feeling the need to protect yourself by inflicting pain before it could be inflicted upon you. You wanted to erase him.
You blacked out.
Sinking your teeth into him wasn't something completely foreign. Dio believed it to be a sign of uncontrollable love. Only he would allow his blood to be drawn by you…usually, if it were more…consensual.
His blood barely touched your tongue before he used The World to pry your sharp talons for nails out of his body.
“How many people have you killed?”
You flinched. “Wh-What?” His voice brought you back to reality, blood pooling from small wounds in his shoulder blades and running down his arms. They sealed themselves before he repeated himself. “How many people have you killed in your lifetime?”
“I-I haven’t killed anybody.” You shook your head in disbelief, showing genuine fear all over your face. Dio’s face remained unchanging. “But you have. Several of my servants, actually. Don’t tell me that it’s already left your mind.”
Your expression visibly changed to one of sorrow. “I didn’t…”
Dio’s lips went from neutral to a twisted grin. “So, that’s how you’ve stayed fed all of this time. I figured that such unladylike behavior wasn’t foreign to you, given your response from before…but now, it’s as if you have no recollection of it. Interesting.” he chuckled to himself, using his free hands to explore your body. He loved the pain inflicted on him. It was sexy, after all. He loved how the humanity left your eyes when you would taste the blood of others. He loved your embarrassed expression that washed over your face once you’ve gotten enough blood to stave off the hunger. It was like an urge you couldn’t control. Your primal instincts would take over and Dio enjoyed the idea that at any moment, you could kill him. Just like how you killed those poor non-stand users.
“Stay in denial all you’d like—in fact, I like it much better that way.” His arms fit perfectly at the curve of your back. The smell of the sanguine fluid pouring out of his wounds was intoxicating. He wasn’t healing himself on purpose. He wanted to entice you with his body. You felt him pull you closer against him, it filled your body with warmth and lust. You hated him but you wanted him too.
Buried deep inside of you, was a naive part of you that wanted to love Dio. The part of you gave your first kiss to him—the part of you that longed to have someone love you back, regardless of your upbringing or background. Who was lucky? You or Dio? You wanted to believe that Dio was lucky to have you, given how rotten he is but…could anyone else want you like this? You were a monster.
“I accept you for who you are and whoever you’ll turn out to be.”
You were speechless. You didn’t know how genuine his love for you was; if you could even call this love. Would you feel better if you just accepted him and his way of expressing himself?
You thought of Jotaro and his family. You thought of Joseph. And lastly, you thought of your child with Dio.
The feeling of his hand rubbing your cheek tenderly almost made you shiver. He could be so nice when he wanted to and you craved his gentle touch. Although, his words and actions felt oddly familiar. It was almost like Deja Vu. Was he…re-enacting the love interest’s actions from the novel you were reading before?
The Immortal Knight held his Immortal Princess in a time of uncertainty.
Those are the first words that came to your mind. You didn’t doubt that Dio accepted you but you stayed silent anyway. Never in your life have you met someone like him.
His fingers made your way to his chin and tilted your head up just a bit. Your face was once again filled with innocence and wonder. Dio wanted nothing more than to soil it. Your whole being was that of a beautiful virgin. His hungry lips pressed to yours. He tasted the lingering blood on your lips, making his kiss all the sweeter. You could sense the desperation within him.
“You will be mind forever.” He muttered between your lips. His tongue wormed its way into your mouth. Any small movement you made caused him to hold you even tighter; it was as if you'd disappear if he didn’t.
After such a tender moment, Dio returned you to his room, although he wasn’t interested in going back to sleep. The delicious stench of blood made him want to breed your beautiful body. This time, he would fuck you and you’d enjoy it this time. Then he’ll know he can conquer you any time it seems like you’re staying away.
To be honest, you wanted him too. His blood. It was almost like your relationship was transactional. Dio was grateful that his wife was a gorgeous gluttonous monster and you were grateful you had such a willing meal. You didn’t know why Dio’s blood seemed better than the others. It was most likely because it was Jonathan’s body you were harvesting from. Although, your hunger was different. It is clear to him that your hunger was amplified by the pregnancy symptoms.
He carried you to his nearby sitting chair. There was one in almost every room he spent time in. This one was different, though. This was for lap sitting. It was rare for you to stay with Dio in one place these days but he wanted to change that. You brought him so much relief when there was no other option to satiate his sex drive.
Dio held you between his legs, an arm underneath your thighs while his free hand covered your eyes so that you couldn't see what he was up to. But you felt it. His fingers traced your clothed cunt lightly, sending sensations to your stomach that burned with anxiety and delight.
“D-Dio…?” You felt the tips of his claws slice the fabric before he slid his fingers inside. He started with two. By instinct, you grabbed his forearm, trying to push him away. He resisted, not budging at all. “Dio!” You squirmed under his touch, attempting to remove his hand that was obscuring your vision. “Aw, don’t try to act so innocent now.” He smirked down at you and kept you close to his chest. “You’ve already opened your legs for me before.” He chuckled at the lewd memories. “You practically threw yourself at me, begging for me to fill your womb.” The rumbling of his voice in his chest gave you a sense of joy. A part of you felt safe. Although Dio was infatuated and obsessed, he was always here. For you.
“I’ve wanted nothing more than to please you, (y/n).” His digits curled inside of you, scratching your pelvic wall. You trembled and moaned at the contact. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. You clawed at his hands, drawing blood from him but it wasn't enough to deter him from keeping at it. Nothing you did would turn him away. “My (y/n).” He sighed into you, taking in your natural scent. His primal instincts were screaming at him to ravage you.
“If fucking me is what you want then j-just get it over with!” You squeezed your eyes shut, accepting that you couldn’t break free, and tried your best to endure. “Aw~ And so soon? I’ve only just started preparing you. I can tell that I am the only man who you’ve allowed to touch you this way. Such a loyal girl you are.”
The World revealed itself, aiding Dio in holding you down once your stand came out. You never originally planned for it to show itself but it was like a reflex at this point. His stand held you by your ankles, preventing you from closing your legs over his hand. Dio made himself comfortable, resting his cheek against your temple. “Resist all you’d like. I enjoy the idea that you want to run away from me but you can’t.”
Your juices coated his fingers, overflowing and dampening the fabric of the chair beneath you. “D-Dio, please!” You cried out, your body jerking in different ways due to the sensation. “You were made just for me.” He whispered into your ear. “Leagues above the common whore.” He sped up his pace. Your clawing at his hands ceased, and you gripped his wrists, squeezing them tightly as a way to maintain your bearings in this situation. “—Dio, I’m going to…”
“Shh…” He hushed you. “You don’t want young Pucci to hear his Goddess spouting such filthy speech.” He felt your fluids slicking up his fingers. He could smell it too. It was an odd sweet smell that tempted him to give it a taste. The World let go of your ankles, turning its attention to your top that was still intact. It made no expression as it used its hands to tear the front open, exposing your chest. Now, he could see your tits bounce as he tortured your cunt below. Your whining and buckling only fueled him even more.
Your core was getting hotter and at any moment, you felt like you could squirt all over him…but he wouldn’t let you. His pace was fast but inconsistent, now allowing you to ride your high long enough to cream your juices. Why was he putting you through this? Well, because he enjoyed the idea of being the one to soil your innocence, obsessed with the idea of being your first everything and being the only person able to make you feel good. You imprinted onto him with your kindness and gentleness while you were both human and now all he wants to do is imprint onto you. Even if it meant just being able to satisfy you sexually, he would take it. As long as you needed him.
Dio’s hand lowered from your eyes to your mouth to prevent your moans from alerting any nearby guests. It was surely an indecent sight. You saw The World in front of you. It looks you in the eyes, its face unchanging as it places its hands on your breasts, kneading them in a massage-like manner. The pleasure was overstimulating! Your eyes became glossy from the unbearable feeling. You tried to cry Dio’s name but you couldn’t.
“Should I allow you to cum now, my dear?” His hand removed itself from your mouth and his fingers grabbed the sides of your face so that you could speak. “I-I…” You were unable to form words.
Your husband smirked. “Go ahead then. Release all over me so that I can release inside of you.” The World’s fingertips proved nimble when it began playing with your nipples. All of these sensations were lick electroshocks, powering your core and making it hot. You were unable to control yourself. Your body tensed up before a warm liquid spilled onto Dio’s hand.
You sighed, your whole body was tired from trying to break out of his grasp. There was no time for you to relax before you were being flipped onto your stomach by The World. You knew fingering you wasn’t all Dio wanted but did it have to be so soon?
What was left of your clothing was torn off and your naked bottom was brought to Dio’s clothed pelvis. You felt how hard he was underneath. The precum leaked from his garments, staining your skin as he readied himself for you.
“You have no idea how much I desire you.” He said, finally unsheathing his cock from his bottoms. He pushed your head down so that your ass stayed up. His member was burning hot and the cum leaked out even more as it rested between your cheeks. The veins pulsated on your soft skin.
You were unable to form words. He’s never handled you like this before. Despite the both of you being over 100 years old, your sexual chemistry was rather novice. In reality, this was just some guy you dated for a little while in your childhood. How could his love be of such burning passion from such little time together? Even after his century-long slumber, the first thing he did was locate you.
Dio placed a hand on your hip while the other grabbed a large chunk of your ass. He spread them apart, watching the leftover vaginal juice mix with his leaking fluid. The man seemed to have a hard figuring out which hold he wanted to ravage first.
Then he got an idea.
You felt the pad of Dio’s thumb place itself right on your asshole and without warning he pushed himself into your vagina. He found a way to stimulate both holes at the same time.
“D-Dio!” He had only just begun but you felt like you couldn’t take it. You were still so sensitive from his previous antics. “Who do you think you are? Denying your husband your body. Careful, I’ll split you in half.” His cock slid in and out with ease because he had already fucked you open with his fingers. All you could do was hold onto the arm of the chair for dear life. Tears pricked the orders of your eyes, threatening to spill out from all of the pleasure. This time was so much more different than the other times and was much more enjoyable than your first time together.
Your walls squeezed him so much that he became intoxicated with lust. Little by little, his cum leaked out, helping his cock become more slick with both of your juices. You held onto the arm of the chair for dear life as he tore up your insides. If you weren’t mistaken, you could feel him in your stomach.
With every movement, his grip on you grew stronger. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your cunt threaded to explode with cream at any moment. Dio’s hand that lay on your ass snaked its way up to your neck. He pulled you up so your back was now up against his chest.
The man felt your walls pulsating at his thrusts. He became like a feral animal, the way he fucked into you. It became so much that you couldn’t hold your moans in anymore. Dio’s confidence had been restored when he knew he could still dominate you with little effort. It was then that you felt your insides getting extremely hot. You felt a grunt emerge from his chest. He was cumming and coating your walls. Your adorable yet sexy mannerisms were too much. You take dick way too well.
For a brief moment, his vice grip finally loosened up. Your womb was already aching as it dripped with his fluid. Despite moving the least, you were tired and out of breath. On instinct, your hand raised to your lower abdomen. You audibly sighed as you stood up straight and turned around to Dio. He didn’t seem to be trying to clean himself up at all.
You looked down at his, still throbbing, hard cock. “Oh, Dio, don’t tell me—”
“I want to do missionary too.” His eyes narrowed at you and his lips curled into a grin. You physically cringed. His sex drive was probably worse than your hunger for blood. You can’t imagine what he might’ve put those poor prostitute women through. Your legs were still trembling from the previous activities.
It didn’t seem like you had a choice once Dio carried you over to a nearby sofa. He laid you on your back, immediately slumping onto you in a tired mess. “Dio—Ah!” You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt him enter you one last time. He lazily pumped his load into your womb and you felt his heavy breath against the crook of your neck. A deep groan escaped his throat as if he exerted all of his energy so quickly.
Your eyes opened a bit, staying half-lidded. Even though it was clear that your husband was tired, he kept going. He was like a machine…or, more accurately, has become sex addicted. You caught a glimpse of Dio’s shoulder. You saw a star-shaped birthmark. It all came back to you that this was Jonathan’s body that he stole.
‘I’m sorry, Erina.’
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#jojo x reader#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo imagines#jjba headcanons#dio x black reader#dio x reader#dio brando x reader#the bride of dio#dio brando#dark romance
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congrats, jen! can i request namjoon + “how mad would you be if i kissed you?” for your blogiversary event? <3
feather light | knj
pairing: namjoon x reader
rating: G
genre/warnings: strangers to lovers, fluff, barely any angst unless you count aerophobia as angst?, unedited bc that should be its own warning lol
word count: 1.1k
note: thank you so much for sending in a request!! it's been a while, i know, apologies for the delay!! for some reason i've always wanted to write a drabble where namjoon is a stranger on a plane hahahha i'm glad i was able to incorporate that idea into this request!! i hope you enjoy it heheh ☺️
— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡
If you’re being honest, you don’t recall much of February 24.
You remember boarding the plane, and finding your seat, and fastening your seatbelt, and gnawing on your bottom lip like chewing gum throughout the pilot’s announcement. It was a relatively short flight, only two hours from your city to the island where your friend’s wedding took place that weekend. Usually, you can handle short flights just fine. You just needed to take your meds beforehand and you’d be good to go.
Except, you’d forgotten them at the hotel, on the counter in the bathroom, before you headed for the airport.
Looking back now, was it divine intervention?
Maybe. The universe works in mysterious ways. You’ll never know for sure.
Then, as you internally freaked out in seat 17A, you just knew that life absolutely sucked. Your own brain was feeding you the most terrible thoughts and painting the most gruesome scenarios of all the things that could go wrong over the next two hours.
It was great - truly amazing - that you only had your brain for company and nothing to distract you.
You hated every aspect of flying, but takeoff and landing might have to the parts you despised the most. When the plane rumbled to life and began to slowly move on the runway, your hands immediately slapped down on the armrests and held onto them for dear life. You remember squeezing your eyes shut and not even daring to take a breath, as if one exhale could send you and all the other passengers to the nether world.
You remember staying completely still for five whole minutes, until the plane settled into a smooth rhythm and glided through the clouds with ease.
You remember taking an experimental breath, but then something warm moved underneath your right palm and you almost screeched in horror.
You remember opening your eyes to find yourself clutching the hand of the person sitting in the seat next to yours. The events of that day may not be very clear in your mind, but the absolute mortification you felt in that moment still sometimes resurfaces to the front of your brain.
You remember scrambling to apologize for holding his hand hostage and not even realizing it. You remember watching him smile amusedly and reassuring you that it was fine. You remember his soothing voice as he told you that his little sister was scared of flying too, “It’s all good.”
You remember the dimples and the kind eyes that calmed your storm for a split second.
Maybe that’s the real reason why you don’t remember February 24 all that well.
Maybe it was something that you only read in books and watched in movies: Love, at first sight.
You remember your hands getting clammy and he mistook it for your fear rearing its ugly head again. He started talking, no doubt to help distract you from the fact that you were thousands and thousands of feet in the air.
Admittedly, you couldn’t really focus on what he was saying, just that he was telling you how he was getting back from a trip with his friends. Something about being an art collector, something about vitamin B powder…
You don’t even know what you replied to his questions and stories, if you even responded at all or if you just sat there, listening but not really listening.
The task of trying not to make an even bigger fool of yourself in front of this beautiful stranger got you through the better part of the dreadful two hours, until the very end.
When the plane shook, only once and it was just very light turbulence, but that was enough for you to spiral again.
Curse the meds that were probably thrown away by housekeeping at that point, and curse you for leaving them behind.
You were back to square one, even though there were only twenty minutes left to endure. Your hands gripped whatever they could find as a means to ground yourself, and it just so happened that his hands were nearby.
You remember his long and delicate fingers wrapping around your sweaty ones, holding your hand back.
You remember him telling you that everything was fine, that you were almost home.
“Breathe.”
“In and out. 1… 2… 3…”
“That’s it… It’s almost over.”
You remember his warmth not leaving your palm until the plane landed, and the other passengers started getting their luggage from the overhead storage.
When you made it back onto solid ground and inside the safety of the airport, you thanked him for putting up with you the past couple of hours. He said he was glad that he could help, and you asked for his name then, shyly.
“Namjoon,” he answered with a dashing smile. “I told you on the plane.”
You remember flushing with embarrassment once again.
You walked together outside, then stopped to stand in silence as each of you ordered your own Uber.
Yours arrived first, and Namjoon helped you put your suitcase in the trunk of the car.
Sure, you might not remember much of what happened on February 24, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re sitting here, in the waiting lounge of that same airport three and a half years later. This time, you remember to bring your meds, but nevertheless, your leg still bounces in anticipation of the flight you’ll be boarding soon. Until his hand lands on your knee to soothe your nerves, and his voice is clear in your ears.
“Stop that,” he chuckles. “You’re making my seat vibrate.”
You shoot him a glare and your best pout. “I can’t believe you’re making me fly on our anniversary. I should be so mad at you.”
He laughs then, gentle hand moving from your knee to interlace your fingers, diluting this “anger” of yours that’s already as non-existent as it is.
“How mad would you be if I told you that we can do whatever we want for the next five stress-free days? Fancy hotel spas, lounging by the pool all day, dinners right on the beach… I even called your boss and asked for two more days off if you want to stay longer.”
You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling, but he sees right through you. “Still very mad.”
He narrows his eyes playfully, squeezing your hand because he knows he’s already forgiven. “And how mad would you be if I kissed you? My kisses always make you feel better, mhmm?”
You remember that feeling you had on February 24, when you saw him smile for the first time.
— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 11.03.2023]
#namjoon x reader#namjoon fluff#namjoon angst#namjoon x you#namjoon imagines#namjoon fic#namjoon scenarios#bts x reader#bts fluff#bts angst#bts x you#bts imagines#bts scenarios#bts fic#btshoneyhive#bangtanbathhouse#52hertz#bts#kim namjoon#fic: feather light
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can i have a soft bucky-supporting-steve headcanon? ive had a tough couple weeks and today is no different (mad at everything, head hurts, waiting for the police to call me because i lost my wallet yesterday, my self-loathing is screaming right now, etc)
thanks. sorry. but thanks.
Hey, lovely! ❤️ I’m so sorry to hear you’ve been having such a rough time lately, that sounds like a lot. I hope things get better for you soon, and in the meantime, have this.
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When Bucky came back, after he’d figured things out enough to be able to justify it to himself to come back to Steve, he noticed that Steve didn’t seem to draw much these days. Didn’t draw anymore at all. At first, Bucky thought that maybe Steve was just preoccupied. Too busy, too distracted, which would’ve been understandable, given everything they’d both been through recently.
But then, Bucky started to notice moments when Steve would get that expression on his face that meant he’d seen something particularly interesting or captivating, something he was itching to commit to paper (more than once, Bucky found that look directed at himself). The expression was usually accompanied by a twitch of Steve’s fingers, an unconscious spasm of his hand, as if he was reaching for a pencil that wasn’t there. The next time Steve was away on a mission, Bucky searched the entire house from top to bottom, but apart from a few ballpoint pens and the notebook they used to make their grocery lists, he’d found no art paraphernalia whatsoever. Nothing to indicate that Steve still drew, or had drawn anytime in the recent past.
That's not right, Bucky thought, frowning to himself.
He may not remember everything, but he sure as hell remembered the way their old tenement apartment had always been littered with sketchbooks and pencils, strewn around the living room and bedroom, even the bathroom on occasion. He remembered Steve’s hands, perpetually stained by charcoal, the smudges of paint on his cheeks. There were no stains or smudges on Steve anywhere, these days. Bucky would know. He'd checked. Thoroughly.
When Bucky had asked Steve about it the following night, Steve confirmed Bucky’s suspicions: he hadn't drawn in a long, long time.
“Why not?” Bucky had asked.
Steve had shrugged, looking down at his hands. “I stopped, after you- after you fell.” He swallowed, giving a single shake of his head. “I tried, later. God, I must've picked up my pencil a dozen times. But whenever I started drawing, no matter what I did, I’d always end up sketching your face. It just hurt too much. So I stopped.”
Bucky had held him for a long time, after that. Sitting side by side on the couch, just letting Steve lean into him, ear resting on Bucky’s chest, over his heart.
“I’m back now,” Bucky had said, after a while.
“You are,” Steve replied, his voice thick with suppressed emotion.
“So don’t you think it might be time you started drawing again? You used to love it, Stevie. I remember. I remember I used to love watching you.”
“I don’t know if I still can.”
Steve had sounded so lost, right then. So forlorn. Not for the first time, it had made Bucky want to fall to his knees and thank whoever was up there for allowing him to return to this man in his arms, to be here for Steve again, after everything. Steve had his team now, sure, but they didn’t know him like Bucky did. They didn’t always didn't notice when Steve's steady, solid exterior started to show cracks, or how to fix them. They didn't know how absorbed Steve used to get in his art, how it had brought color to his usually pale cheeks, allowed him to quieten his mind and shake off the worries that incessantly plagued him, even if only for a little while.
If Bucky hadn’t come back, would no one ever have remembered any of that? The thought alone was enough to break Bucky’s heart.
When Steve had told him that he wasn’t sure if he could still draw, Bucky had ached to tell him that he could do everything he set his mind to. He was ready to list every single thing Steve had achieved in his long life, to tell him over and over again that he’d never known anyone more talented, more capable, that he just needed to pick up a pencil and start, and the rest would follow. But he knew that Steve would just let the words roll off, too stubborn by half to be persuaded by something so trivial as mere words. From experience, Bucky knew that actions were far more effective in getting Steve to come around to a certain idea than words could ever be.
So Bucky took the long road. Over the weeks that followed, he started ordering art supplies online, to be delivered when Steve was out (Bucky still didn’t like to leave the house by himself, but thanks to the excellent invention of online shopping, he rarely needed to). A variety of pencils, sketchbooks, brushes and watercolors, even a small easel that Bucky hid behind their shared wardrobe – all delivered right to their doorstep. Then, Bucky started leaving items around the house, one at a time.
The first time Steve noticed the small sketchbook that Bucky had casually left on the coffee table that morning, he’d picked it up and looked at it for a long while, before putting it back down. Though Bucky could feel Steve’s eyes on him, he didn’t acknowledge his silent question. The next day, Bucky put a pencil next to the sketchbook. Steve noticed it mid-sentence, abruptly falling silent as he picked it up and held it in his hand, as if trying to get a feel for it. Eventually, he put it back down on top of the sketchbook, and headed for the kitchen to get started on dinner.
This continued for a couple of weeks. Sometimes, when Bucky saw Steve picking up and putting down the various items he’d left for him without using them, even though Bucky could see he wanted to, he just wanted grab Steve by his ridiculously broad shoulders and shake him. But he didn’t. If his time as the Winter Soldier had taught Bucky anything, it was the value of playing the long game; the virtue of patience.
And finally, his patience paid off.
One quiet day in early October, Bucky dozed off on the couch while reading his book. When he awoke, he found himself lying directly in a beam of late afternoon sun, its warmth enveloping him like the blanket his ma used to cover him with whenever he’d fallen asleep on the couch as a kid, making him feel safe and loved; cherished. It took Bucky a while to realize that it wasn’t just the sun that made him feel that way, today. Turning his head a fraction, he found Steve sitting opposite him in the ochre armchair they’d picked out together the other week, his eyes fixed on Bucky and his hand flying over the pages of his sketchbook where it was perched on his lap.
Bucky smiled, slow and pleased. Steve didn’t seem to have noticed that Bucky had woken up, engrossed as he was in what he was doing, so Bucky stayed put and just watched him work, letting Steve draw him for as long as he needed to.
When Steve finally closed his sketchbook with a deep sigh, blinking a few times as he slowly became aware of his surroundings again, Bucky got up off the couch. He stretched like a cat, walked over to Steve, and planted himself squarely in his lap.
“I’m proud of you,” he told Steve, draping his arms around Steve’s neck as Steve’s automatically wound around Bucky’s waist.
“I’m a little rusty,” Steve hedged, his voice husky with disuse and emotion, “but… I don’t think it’s gone altogether. It's still in there somewhere. Just gotta practice, I s’pose.”
Bucky hummed, resting his forehead against Steve’s. “I suppose you do. ‘S a good thing you’ve got such an excellent model, huh?”
Steve huffed a laugh, his arms tightening around Bucky’s waist. “Jerk.”
“Punk,” Bucky said, and pressed a soft kiss to Steve's lips.
#I hope this was more or less what you were looking for nonnie!#sending you lots of love#<333#stucky#I wrote this in record time#then pressed the wrong button and lost it all#then rewrote it again in record time#word for word#idek how but hey it worked out#remind me to never write directly in my asks again though#minnie answers
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Headcanons for what Marty and Jennifer are like as parents, and how Doc/his family interact with the kids?
Anon, this is such a late reply, and I'm sorry. I'm making a concerted effort to finally get to some of the asks I've been neglecting.
Also, I'm almost positive that I once made a post of Marty and Jen as parents headcanons, but I must have forgotten to add a link in my pinned post, and the Tumblr search function is useless, so I can't find it. Anyway, I may end up repeating some of what I put in there or even contradicting it, lol.
Of course, I'm going with the improved, happy Jen and Marty marriage timeline for this. So, as parents, they're a pretty united front. They're both very involved in all aspects of the kids' lives from the start and excited to embark on such a wonderful journey for their family.
Being first-time parents and also having twins leaves Marty and Jen utterly exhausted for, like, a solid year or two. They're happy, but they're tired. As such, they're sure to divide up the work, take over for the other when needed, and also rely pretty heavily on family for support. Jen's parents help out a lot, as do George and Lorraine. I can see Aunt Linda and Uncle Dave stopping by a good deal as well to help with tasks around the house or just watch the twins for a little while so Marty and Jen can sleep.
Doc and Clara play a very big role in the kids' lives! Of course! Doc and Clara love those McFly kids!!! Makes me lose my mind to think about. They don't even wait to be called upon or anything; they just show up at the house, announce they're taking Junior and Marlene for the day, hand a home-cooked meal to Jen and Marty, and then leave. Marty and Jen are incredibly thankful for their help, and Doc and Clara love having babies around again.
Doc is like the very chaotic uncle, but in like...the most responsible way. He's got Dad-Mode down pat at this point, and he slips right into it with Junior and Marlene, but he also knows how to let them have some (supervised) wild fun. He plays games that teach them science concepts and lets them help with small projects of his when they're able to do it safely. He also reads lots of Jules Verne to them. Marty definitely calls Doc one day and goes, "Junior and Marlene are playing an elaborate game of Around the World in 80 Days outside. Can I assume this is your influence?" The kids also start digging a giant hole in the yard at some point, and that's how Marty and Jen know they've started reading Journey to the Center of the Earth.
Clara absolutely dotes on the twins every opportunity she gets. They both find such comfort in her presence and love spending time with her. She has a special place in her heart for Junior. On nice nights, she takes Junior and Marlene outside to sit on blankets and look at the stars. She teaches them about the constellations and the stories that go with them.
Okay, this is something I know I mentioned in that other post I can't find: Marty writes individual songs for Junior and Marlene that he sings to them at night. It starts off as something he does to help them sleep at night, but it's a tradition that continues until the kids are much older.
Jennifer likes to involve the kids in as many experiences as possible, so she's always looking for little art classes they can take, museums to take them to, hobbies to introduce to them, etc. She also sets aside days every so often where she just takes one kid along for an afternoon of doing something special with them that align to their interests. Maybe on those days, Marty takes the other kid and does the same.
Lately, I've been thinking about Marty and Jen having a third child at some point and what that scenario would look like. One thing I know for sure is that they would not have an "M" name.
You'd sent this ask in late September, and I ended up writing two Doctober chapters that include Marty, Jen, the kids, and Doc and Clara! I'll link them in case anyone might be interested :) HERE & HERE
Thanks for the ask!
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Looking for a CG? Great! I’m looking for a little! Keep Reading!
What I’m Looking For:
Body age MUST be 17+ & MUST already have a high school diploma or GED.
MUST be in North America & MUST live in one of these states -> CA, NV, UT, WA, OR, AZ, ID, MT, WY.
MUST be an SFW ONLY little! Meaning ZERO NSFW/K!NK interactions. However, I am poly, and would be open to a consensual partnership as adults if that were a connection between us.
Since I am autistic I have color sensitivities; meaning I enjoy a more neutral/dark aesthetic! Colors/Aesthetics that don’t fit with me are: a bunch of baby/bright pink (some is okay), bold rainbow (pastel rainbow is fine), Bold primarys
Since I am more familiar with the baby/toddler/tot/kiddo ages I’d prefer a little whose regression ranges anywhere from 1-6!
Since I am not familiar with pet regression/dreaming I’m looking for strictly an age regressor/dreamer. I’d like to be able to give my full attention & best care to the one I’m caring for no matter what state of mind they’re in. *THIS ONE* gets pushed a lot - so please ZERO pet regressors/dreamers no matter how often or non often it may be
I absolutely LOVE being outdoors, and am always going on an adventure. I need a little who is physically able (we will be out for a few hours at a time) to keep up on all of our activities! Such as hiking, swimming, bowling, arcades, park outings, children’s museums, & water or amusement parks!
I work 50+ hours a week, and because of this I desperately need a schedule/structure in my life! I’m looking for a little who would also benefit from having a schedule/structure/rules (mutually agreed upon ofc)
Side blog is @asmalldino so you’ll see comments/some replies from there! I am a cg/regressor flip (little age is 2-6) & I’d love to find someone who is also a cg/regressor flip! Taking turns caring for one another would be :D However this one is absolutely NOT a requirement; it’d just be a super plus
About Me:
Name/s (polyonymous): Logan | Zee | Cain | Percy | Drogan | Zym
Location: North America | West Coast
Pronouns: They/Them | Xi(e)/Xi(e)m | He/Him | Any of my Names
Gender: GenderQueer | Agender | FtM | GenderFluid
Age: 27 (Virgo)
Physique: 5’7” | 160lbs | DadBod
Side Info: Vegetarian | Autistic | GAD
CG Aesthetic: SoftBoy | Cottagecore | Hygge | Light Academia | BoHo | Nature Lover
CG NickName: I’m not fond of the typical “daddy/mommy” so I haven’t found a nickname for me yet. I’m hoping my little can help me pick one though!
CG Interests: Dinosaurs | Dragons | Trains | ACNH | Sanrio | Studio Ghibli | Marvel | Disney | Harry Potter | Stranger Things
Favorites:
CG Activities: Swimming | Hiking | Arts & Crafts | Coloring | Sensory Play | Chalk Art | Outdoor Bubbles | Tea Parties
CG Outings: Park or Playground | Children’s Museum | Bowling | Arcade | Amusement or Water Park | Library or Book Store | Pottery Painting | Treat(s) Shopping
CG Down/Pastime: Reading | Watch TV or Movies | Video or Board Games | Soft Music | Naps | Snuggles
CG Movies: Disney/Pixar (all) | Studio Ghibli (all) | Harry Potter (all) | DC/Marvel (all) | Pretty Much ALL Kiddo Movies
CG Shows: The Dragon Prince | Avatar | Blues Clues | Dragon Tales | Arthur | Scooby Doo | Caillou | Blippi | Sesame Street | Bluey | Stranger Things
How To Apply:
Simply send me a DM on here letting me know: Why you would like to have a CG, The benefits you’d gain from having a CG, Why you’d think we would be a good fit, What you’re seeking out of our pairing, and When you’d like to start being cared for
Must Include: Name(s) | Little/Nick Name(s) | Pronouns | Gender | Big & Little Age | General Location | Special Interests | Aesthetic
My interests vary far and wide so please remember this while you’re filling out your application - There are zero wrong answers please be 10000% honest, and let me know all there is to know about you little cutie! :D
Last Updated - Feb. 18th, 2024.
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