#and he of course is very very cute and happy which is why i chose this stage <3
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Welcome back, Sara!!! For a fluffy Mike idea, maybe just a cozy rainy day spent at home with Mike and Abby? Like watching movies with cups of hot cocoa under a mountain of blankets, and all that jazz
Hi Logan ☺️☺️☺️ thanks for sending this in. I’m always afraid of writing fluff fics bc like everyone wants the smut, but it’s reassuring to have this put in lol
it’s a sunday and mike just so happens to have the day off. he’s been working long and hard hours and you convinced him to take the day off. you and abby are so excited; you two planned the whole day from the moment you woke up to the time it was time for abby to sleep. unfortunately, it’s rainy and a sudden wind chill swept through. none of you need to get sick and mike didn’t want to make making abby carry an umbrella, so you make the quick decision to stay in. abby’s a little disappointed, but you try to make up for it.
the first thing you and mike do in the morning is make a fort with abby. and not just a little four corners fort. no, she makes you cover the entire living room with blankets. even the tv was included! you and mike are dragged into some play-pretend games. for a lot of them mike’s forced to play some sort of villan.
“why can’t i play the hero, abby?” mike frowns. “because that’s her job!” abby points to you.
mike gives you a look and you shrug. “abby’s the director here. cant fight with the boss.”
mike rolls his eyes, wanting to get out of the humid blankets and sleep, but he knows how happy this makes abby. and even though abby is making him play the bad guy, he knows she means it out of love and he also loves getting to spend as much time with abby as he can. watching you act is pretty cute as well.
once abby gets bored of playing in her fort — which is like 3 hours later — she decides she wants to watch a movie.
“let’s clean up first, yeah?” mike suggests. “no! let’s keep the fort up to watch the movie!” abby says.
“abby, no. we had our fun with the fort. it’s time to turn the house back to normal,” mike says. “please say we can keep the fort up!” abby pouts as she looks up at you.
mike gives you a warning look, but you can’t say no to abby. “let’s just keep the fort up for the movie, yeah?”
abby squeals and wiggles back into the fort. mike glares at you. “she’s never going to want to take it down.”
“she will when it’s time for bed, which is hours away.” you step closer to him, gently putting your hand on his shoulder. “how about i pop some popcorn — the real stuff on the stove — and i make us some hot coca, okay?”
well, who was mike to turn down stove-popped popcorn and hot cocoa. he felt like a little kid again. it doesn’t help that you and abby’s pouty faces were ganging up on him. he sighs in defeat and nods, crossing his arms around his chest.
“fine, but after the movie, we will clean all this up, okay?”
“of course,” you nod. you turn to abby who is lit up with excitement. “can i pick the movie?”
“yep! do you want any popcorn?” you ask her. “yes. can you put m&ms in mine?” she asks. “you got it, babe,” you answer.
you three settle in the fort, abby laying on her stomach right in front of the tv. she chose “Lady and The Tramp”, which was one of her more enjoyable movie choices.
“mike, you’re kind of like the tramp,” abby comments, popping a handful of popcorn and m&ms into her mouth.
you begin to laugh but cover it up with a cough when mike shoots you a glare. “abby, that’s not very nice.”
“he knows it’s true,” she says, kicking her feet up and dangling them in the air. “And you’re like Lady.”
you glance at mike, a small smile on your face. you lean into him, your nose brushing against the scruff on his cheek. “i think what she’s trying to say is that we are perfect for each other.”
the tips of his ears turn pink. he wraps his arm around you, pulling you in so your head rests on his shoulder. “she could’ve said it differently, though.”
you giggle, “nah, i think it’s accurate.” he rolls his eyes, but there’s no denying the smile on his face and twinkle in his eye.
mike ends up falling asleep towards the end of the movie. his head rests on your chest, both arms around your waist to hold you close. your hands are in his hair, massaging his scalp while the credits roll.
“why is he so tired all the time?” abby pouts. “he works a lot,” you say. “but i’m sure he’ll wake up soon. why don’t you help me clean the fort up?”
“do i have to?” abby frowns. “i think mike would appreciate that,” you say.
“ugh, fine. but only if we can have pancakes for dinner.”
you grin and nod, “you got it.”
mike wakes up to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes. he twists and turns on the floor, the sizzle of bacon him bringing him into consciousness. he begins to open his eyes, his back beginning to ache from sleeping on the floor. he hears some giggling coming from the kitchen, sitting himself up on his elbow and peering over the couch. you’re at the stove, a spatula in your hand. abby’s sitting at the table, crayons littering the wood.
“look who’s up!” you exclaim. mike groans softly as he sits up, using the couch as a crutch to stand up. “i’m sorry i fell asleep. between the rain and the pillows —”
“shush,” you cut him off. he walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, his fingers tracing sliver of skin on the small of your back that’s exposed. “i ruined our day.”
“no, you didn’t. right, abs?” you turn to her. “you did snore a lot, but you didn’t,” she says. you smile at mike, “see? all is well.”
“smells good.” he mumbles as he wraps both arms around your waist, placing his chin onto your shoulder.
“me or the food?” you glance at him with a teasing smile. he takes a not-so-nonchalant inhale of your skin. “both,” he answers.
“ew!” abby grimaces behind you two. you and mike both laugh and he presses a kiss to your cheek before pulling away. he brings some plates and silverware out, sitting across from abby and waiting for the food.
mike stares as you two discuss abby’s drawing. he can’t wipe the smiles off of his face. his life was never perfect and he knew it was never going to be, but if he could just keep this — keep you two — he would then be able to call it perfect.
“mike,” abby says with a little pout. “what’s up?” he asks.
“do you have to go back to work tomorrow?” she asks. “i do, but you also have to go back to school,” he states.
“i don’t want to,” she says. mike sighs, the calmness from his body fleeting. “you don’t have a choice, abby. i’m sorry.”
“i… i just mean… i want this day to last forever.”
his eyes widen and glance up at you. you’re rubbing her back soothingly, giving him an encouraging smile.
“maybe we can do something special for dinner again tomorrow,” you suggest. “we can watch a movie and even eat dinner on the couch.”
abby’s face lights up and she nods. “okay! can i pick the movie again?”
“only if you don’t compare me to a dog again,” mike says. abby giggles and puts a forkful of pancakes in her mouth before speaking again. “we’ll see,” she quips.
mike looks back at you, placing his hand inside of yours on the table. your feet slides up his calf, your eyes soft as you look over his face. his heart warms and for the first time in a while, he feels at peace.
#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt#mike schmidt fluff#mike schmidt x reader fluff#fnaf#josh hutcherson x reader#josh hutcherson
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this has been on my mind for a while, how would König react to a reader who was around when he was being bullied, not one of the bullies since I doubt he would forgive that even tho the sex would be nasty but like a girl who was on the side lines doing nothing and just hanging out with the bullies coming to him apologetically and wanting to make amends??
Oh what a delicious idea!
I meant to answer this with a quick reply but alas 🙄 this turned into a short drabble almost
She wasn’t one of the bullies, which means she’s not someone who König would want to actively terminate (I hc him in some of my darker fics as someone who may or may not have killed his childhood bullies... and/or his father, which means König can’t go back to Austria bc MEMORIES and also bc he has like a raging criminal record there). But she’s an onlooker, practically an enabler, and used to hang out with his bullies, oh dear. König wouldn’t be all too welcoming with her.
Chances are she was someone who König crushed on during school. Unattainable, he daydreamed about having her as his first girlfriend, but naturally that never happened... Now he’s suspicious to the point of being a little paranoid: he built a tough shell because of his past, so doe eyes and apologies won’t get you very far, even if König is intrigued. To be honest, his interest is piqued, but he won't let you see that in a million years.
Perhaps you reach out after a class meeting, some get together he never attended. You always wondered what happened to the cute, awkward nerd who sat behind you in class, the clumsy boy who talked of Rome, chivalry and knights while other boys wanted to be F1 drivers... Maybe you fantasized about asking him to help you with your history or math test, maybe you even blew him a kiss one time on dare to see if he'd walk straight into a wall (he did).
Maybe you dolled yourself up, just for him, excited to see König after over 10 years. To see if the awkward boy would still blush, to see what kind of man he has become... Chirp your regrets after a few blunts and some booze and see if he still fancied you.
But König never came. And of course he didn’t, that’s hardly a surprise. The regret within you builds until you bite the bullet and send a message to his old number, and after a few months, a reply finally arrives, but it’s not the most genial one.
König wants to meet you though… And the man, the thing he has become, makes it clear that he's not the shy awkward boy anymore.
You spend the whole evening trying to get over the sheer size of him, the lack of shaking hands, the distant cold stare with which he looks down at you. The fact that he works as a mercenary, that the boy who never hit anyone now kills people for money... The fact that he looks like someone who could wipe the floor with the young men you used to think were kinda cool.
König, however, is trying to decide what you want from him. Do you still think he’s a loser who never hit back because he wanted to be the better person? Do you think he’s a good for nothing man, even now, upon seeing that he finally succumbed to his hate?
Why do you even want to apologize after all these years?
Do you want an official pardon so that you can sleep your nights better? Or do you want to gawk at him because he chose to skip that stupid get together, perhaps gossip about him to the others and see if you could still find something to laugh at?
He’s the perfect gentleman during your “date”, offers to pay for the food and wishes you all the best. You can see the hurt in his eyes, of course – he wants to make you feel even worse about yourself by being such a good joe, so you break before him when he tries to leave, apologizing again, even crying in front of him.
“I just wanted to know if you’re happy,” you say. “I just hope that everything’s alright now…”
You lay your whole heart out in front of this man, but he's not the boy you used to know, not anymore.
He doesn’t tell you that he’s not happy; he never was. Neither does he heed the wishes of his darker self, wanting to tell you that he’d be happy for a while if you blew him in the restroom. He’s fucking better than that.
“We were just kids,” he says instead.
And that’s it: that’s the apology. But you can’t let him go, and neither can he, not when you humbly decided to come and rip all his wounds open.
Cue to a few months from the first date, you’re neck deep in love with him while König tells himself he’s only having fun. You could say he’s using you for sex; yes, he’s just dating this chick from high school... You’re just someone he comes to fuck and cuddle during leaves. It's nothing serious, no. He can do without serious for a while.
And he’s not going to fall for your charms, no matter how sweet, authentic and loving you are... You make yourself so fucking easy to love, but he's not going to fall for that. Any other woman he'd worship, but not you.
Not you.
Not you…
#könig angst#könig x reader#könig x you#sorry not even remotely sorry#lol the sex would still be nasty........#my god this might just bring out the worst in him
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hi! I've just discovered your blog and I love it - from the url, profile pic, everything 😍 and most importantly your writing, it's so cute and you're able to write so many characters 🥰 as a fellow fic writer - I'm impressed 💜 can I request how they would first realize they love you, and how they would say it for the first time? No pressure, and thank you so much if you end up doing it. 🥰
- @wordbunch (sadly can't send asks from my Tolkien sideblog, so I'm on anon lol)
Thank you so so much for your kind words!! ♡ I’ve actually had this scenario in my “to do notes” already, so I’m very happy you requested it haha! Sorry again for posting so late, I hope you enjoy the read!
･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.
Aragorn is not someone to make the first step in romance, even if he is the one falling in love first. He’d probably realise it during the ranger job you do together, like looking for herbs or reading traces – where his hand brushed against yours! But Aragorn is very much the person to respond to a love confession of yours, after which he tells you that he reciprocates your feelings in a very romantic manner: “Me too. I am bound to you by honour and affection alike. If you would have me…”
･ﾟ✧ Arwen.
Arwen would fall in love with you after dancing together. It could be on a ball her father’s giving, or just the two of you under the moonlight, where she’d laugh of bliss. You’d notice a slight change in her behaviour afterwards, more smiles, stolen glances – but you could only be sure after she finally told you, “It is because I have fallen for you, melethel. And there is nothing you can do about it!”
･ﾟ✧ Boromir.
Boromir takes a casual approach to love and romantic relationships. This is why his love confession to you would be rather nonchalant, maybe over a lunch you’re preparing together over the fire. “I love you, you know that?” he’d say, all cool – as if he didn’t fall for you when he saw you fearlessly wielding a sword and shield during combat training…
･ﾟ✧ Elrond.
Elrond would fall in love with you so gradually he wouldn’t be able to pinpoint an exact moment of realisation. Maybe it would be over a book you’re reading together, or when he told you about all the ancient stories he witnessed himself – or a grand love story. And then he’d turn to you and say, “Are you aware that this is how I feel about you as well?” He’d be very tender and playful about it, but earnest at the same time. He is very considerate toward you.
･ﾟ✧ Éomer.
Éomer doesn’t fall in love easily. Maybe due to this lack of experience, he has trouble expressing his feelings after that one horseback ride you did through the rain, where he helped you out of your dirty clothes afterward. His love confession would be a tedious process, with lots of phrases like, “Don’t make me say it. I lack the words to tell you…” – before he eventually leans in for a kiss and quietly adds, “Forgive me. I hope this tells you all the same.”
･ﾟ✧ Éowyn.
Éowyn is always brash and joyous around you, so her love confession would take you quite by surprise. She’d pick “an old Rohirrim tradition” to show you, maybe a special exchange of gifts, a traditional dance routine etc. “This is how the people of Rohan express their love,” she’d tell you with a soft smile and hopeful eyes. If asked, she would tell you when she realised she loved you: during sword lessons, of course!
･ﾟ✧ Faramir.
Faramir falls in love with you as soon as he meets you. He’s always been like that, heart racing with as little as a soft look or touch of a hand. For this same reason, and Gondor’s marriage policy, he swallows down any confessions because he has little hope in his own feelings. But after months, maybe years of courting and mutual affection, he’d finally tell you, in some grand romantic spot he chose – on his knees – because he’d connect it to a marriage proposal!
･ﾟ✧ Frodo.
Frodo would realise he loved you on a warm summer morning, as you’re walking barefoot in the grass – and then not tell you. He’d keep his secret to himself (haha), just smile to himself and subtly check the way you’re feeling before confessing to you – probably while holding both your hands, because that’s how sincere he is! “It gives me hope to hear you say that, because I, too, hold you very dear and love you very much!”
･ﾟ✧ Galadriel.
Thanks to her powerful telepathy skills, Galadriel probably knows you love her before you yourself do. She knows all about your feelings – but nothing of her own. I like to imagine her as blissfully oblivious, right up until the moment you confess to her. Then something would click inside her, and with a blank stare ahead, she’d whisper, “I love you, too. I haven’t realised it until now – but I do.”
･ﾟ✧ Gandalf.
Gandalf would realise he loved you after you’ve said or done something incredibly smart, like maybe found the solution to a problem that he was unable to solve. It’d make his heart skip a beat, he even looks away with a blush! And then he’d despair trying to find a “suitable moment for courtship”, as the old ways suggested, full of ceremony – and probably end up telling you his feelings very casually over a cup of tea he invited you to.
･ﾟ✧ Gimli.
Your usually hard-shelled Dwarf gets very flustered when he says the three words to you – followed by some nervous babbling, like, “There! I said it first. And I mean it very earnestly.” The moment he fell for you was probably connected to seeing you in a new light: Working in the mines all day leaves little room for elegance, but after seeing you in your beautiful banquet outfit, Gimli was walking into walls for the next three days!
･ﾟ✧ Haldir.
Haldir has always dreaded falling in love. But when you smiling at him makes his heart skip about three beats, he cannot lie to himself any longer. He can lie to you and everyone else though, needless to say. Not that anyone actually believes his denials… But Haldir would only confess his love in a life-or-death situation, when he thinks he’d never get the chance again. Then, of course, he’d be as elegant and romantic as all Elves are.
･ﾟ✧ Legolas.
If you are near Legolas the moment he realises he loves you – on a scouting trip, for example, or during preparations for a ball in Mirkwood – he’d tell you right away. He’d give you an analysing look, with a smile dancing around his lips, and say something like, “How I love you right now! I love you very much, my dear.” Thanks to his royal training, of course, he’d respectfully draw back until you’ve made your own feelings clear.
･ﾟ✧ Merry.
While he’s usually rather easy-going, Merry would plan out his love confession (meaning: a speech!) step by step, including an outfit plan and meal schedule designed specifically for you. He is the thinking type, and when it comes to this, he tends to overthink. He’d include a line like, “From the moment I first saw you…” when in reality, he probably fell for you when you joined one of his shenanigans without any reservations, proving just how similar you two are at heart.
･ﾟ✧ Pippin.
Pippin strikes me as a very “love at first sight” kind of person. At the same time, he’s really casual and playful about it. He’d only talk about it in return of your confession to him, like, “I never thought about that! I fell in love with you the first time we met!” – and probably shower you in a million compliments in the process!
･ﾟ✧ Sam.
Sam would realise he’s in love with you while thinking of new poetry to write – because all he thinks about is you! Somewhen along the line, he’d lean back in his chair, starting at the dozens of pages he wrote about you – and then have the overwhelming urge to go up and meet you to tell you right away, in his adorably sincere and gentle manner ♡
#lotr imagine#lotr headcanons#lotr x reader#aragorn x reader#arwen x reader#boromir x reader#elrond x reader#eomer x reader#eowyn x reader#faramir x reader#frodo x reader#galadriel x reader#gandalf x reader#gimli x reader#haldir x reader#legolas x reader#merry x reader#pippin x reader#samwise x reader#* fluffy#* ask#* request
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smile with me!!
where they see you, who is never one to show much emotion, smile for the first time
~feat. cater diamond, azul ashengrotto, rook hunt, and lilia vanrouge~
twisted wonderland x gender neutral reader
~headcanons~
a lot of you guys chose this in the poll i posted earlier, so here it is~ i chose which characters to include btw- have fun lolol
cater diamond sees you smile for the first time when he is mindlessly taking candid photos of the both of you together. it happens when you're looking at the adorable plushies featured at a themed café that had just opened up within the isle of sages. cater had wanted to visit it "for the aesthetics" and decided to bring you along simply for the fun of it. although he would never expect the surprise he felt when he saw a bright smile form on your charming face as he spam-clicked the camera button on his phone, taking random candids of the two of you as your eyes seemed to light up at the small, little plushies that came hugging the straws of your drinks. at first, the young man couldn't believe his eyes; you weren't exactly the type to reveal much emotion, let alone actually smile. but as a light giggle escaped your mouth as you took your own pictures of the soft stuffed animals, cater had realized how lucky—and special—he was for you to be comfortable enough to show your real emotions around him.
"Prefect! Oh my Sevens!"
"Look at these tiny plushies that come with our drinks! They look so so. . . cute?"
"Hm? Oh, it's nothing. The pictures I just took of us came out adorably~"
"Of course I already took photos! You never know when one pic can be the photo that's Magicam-perfect. But don't worry; I won't be posting these on Magicam."
"Why? Because they're too special to showcase to the internet, silly~ Oh yeah! And (Y/n), before I forget—"
"You have a precious smile~"
azul ashengrotto sees you smile when you let out a dazed sigh of satisfaction while performing for an audience at mostro lounge. it was an odd time for you to smile, actually. given the debt you were in with his business, azul was sure you would be anything but happy at the damages your little cat familiar had caused—which was why you were there now, performing in front of an audience full of students to make up for the debt you and grim were inevitably in. although, since it was your final performance for the week, the man supposed a little relief on your part was granted. he just didn't think he'd finally see a wide grin from your usually blank face shine and fill the room as the lounge's spotlight continued to glimmer above you. crowds of applause played throughout the room, whistling of some audience members sang in admiration, and you bowed, satisfied with your final performance. azul had even caught the chatter of some students sitting near him gushing over your radiance on the lounge's makeshift stage. but he had to admit... he, too, felt something small tug within his heart the moment you displayed a smile that could catch the attention of anyone around you. it was strange, but he would consider himself lucky for getting the chance to see it that day.
"Well done today, (Y/n)! Here, have a sip of some water for your efforts—no charge included."
"Sales were especially successful tonight and I am proud to say that if you keep this up, you and Grim will be free of debt sooner than originally planned. I trust that you will keep up the good work."
"Tips left for you are in that jar on top of the counter, along with some comments and notes left by the audience."
"You did well, Prefect."
"Oh and, if you feel comfortable in doing so, please keep on doing what you did today whenever you perform here."
"That smile of yours is very charming, if you did not know."
rook hunt spots a smile slowly escaping the corners of your face as he gently applies a soft shade of lip tint to your lips that matches your complexion. you were on your usual visit to pomefiore—off to go see the eccentric huntsman in his dorm room—when the man had suggested that he give you a little makeover with the new products vil had given him earlier that day. the young hunter seemed quite excited about the whole ordeal, so how could you refuse? giddily sitting you down on a seat in front of his dorm's mirror, rook had begun to apply shades of makeup gradually, delicately holding your face close to his to get a more detailed view of the cosmetics painting your cheeks. the man was completely focused on the strokes of his brush until he caught sight of a small, but enchanting smile, gracing your typically neutral expression when he had been applying a layer of lip tint to your face. any expression—or lack thereof—of yours was already spellbinding to him, but this time it had been different. this time, rook could have sworn he felt all the troubles of the world dissipate into thin air as the room seemed just a bit more brighter with your smiles filling each corner of the hunter's heart, making him endlessly fawn and ramble over how angelic you had looked at that moment.
"Mon ange! My, how most dazzling you are today!"
"Your beauty is always a sight to behold, however, today you are gleaming so incandescently! I must be careful; I may go blind by your shinning glow."
"Surely you see it as well, mon trésor. The way your existence illuminates tenfold whenever you bless the world with your joy."
"Your smile is something I wish to never be taken away from you."
lilia vanrouge catches your smile as he sneaks up to you in surprise, melodic laughter coming from your form following right after. just as he had caught you off guard, he was surprised as well seeing as you had never reacted that expressively the other times he had magically sprung up in front of you, hair oddly hanging from his head and body upside down as lilia's figure floated above you. perhaps it was the adorable way his cheeks had seemed to squish together as it gravitated down to the ground that had caused you to laugh so happily. or perhaps it was the cute, little "boo!" that came out of his lips that made you jump up, pleasantly astounded. either way, whatever reason you had that caused you to be so amused had lilia grinning as well in satisfaction. your rare smile had simply looked so endearing; it was like an unknown force was pushing against the third year—calling him to treasure and protect this emotion of yours at all costs. the specialness of your joy made the heart of this old fae flutter at the loveliness you had shown only to him that day.
"Boo!!"
"Ah, my apologies, Prefect, I did not mean to startle you too mu—"
"Hm? Oh? It's alright? My, that was unexpected, if I may be completely honest."
"Nothing to worry about, dearest (Y/n)~ I just want to engrave this moment into my mind for eternity, hehe."
"Why? To remember the sights of the first smile you had given me, of course~"
"That right there is something quite special to treasure in itself, wouldn't you say so, dear?"
a/n: believe it or not, my motivation for writing this came from people seeing my face for the first time after wearing a mask ever since 2020 (but extremely romanticized ofc lolol)
#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twst imagines#twst headcanons#twisted wonderland headcanons#cater diamond#cater diamond x reader#azul ashengrotto#azul ashengrotto x reader#rook hunt#rook hunt x reader#lilia vanrouge#lilia vanrouge x reader#♢the scribe♢
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A fluffy fanfic where Leon is doing push-ups and you decided to sit on his back to make it harder pleaseeeee (he doesn’t even break a sweat lol). Love your fics! <3
This idea is very cute omfg I’m literally giggling and kicking my feet tbh, I can actually imagine this in my head…
Thank you for loving my fics and the support. 💋
I love u my lovely!! <3
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— Stormy Days
Pairings: Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader
Summary: The reader waking up to Leon not being in the bed, but drops him a text to see where he is at and he is at the gym working out. The reader asks him if he wants her to bring him food and he says yes. (Basically thats where the request comes into play) NOT PROOF READ!
Cw. Just fluff and its just nothing besides Leon being the best boyfriend on the fucking planet. :)
Character Count: 9.8k
You woke up, as always, with the sensation of your body floating. This sensation, and your memories of last night's events were fuzzy at best. You knew you had been out drinking with friends from work, and that it was a Friday night.
So why was it still raining outside?
And how did you get back to your apartment building?
You didn’t remember going anywhere you were intoxicated with alcohol to the point where you had to be watched over, like some damsel in distress, and your boyfriend had to come to the rescue scopping you up in his arms like a princess taking you back to the car.
Driving home in the heavy downpour, he would hold you tenderly against him like you were a broken toy in need of repair. He would kiss your cheek when you asked for help getting out of the car, which he seemed more than happy to do. And even though you would feel bad about it later and tell him so, you would secretly admit that this memory of being held lovingly by your knight in shining armor really warmed your heart. Anyways that wasn’t the point.
You had awakened finding yourself in the empty bed.
There was no sign of your knight in shining amour of a man who had been there when you fell asleep. You wondered if he had left somewhere today —he did, and you checked that your purse was right next to the bed and the phone still sitting untouched on the nightstand. Picking up the phone and having texted him to see where he was, so that you can bring him food.
“Hey, love. wya rn?” Had been sent and read at 1:30pm.
*Leon sent one attatchment with image*
“At the gym, babe. Hope you like this. ;)” He replied back.
As you clicked on the image it’s him showing off his abs in the gym mirror, in a black compression shirt (of course with his shirt lifted just a bjt revealing his pack). His face was turned away so you couldn’t quite see it properly, but you could see the muscles rippling.
‘That's better than I expected,’ was all you said. As soon as you typed this, you hit send, but not before thinking to add a quick ‘Love you xo!’, It was a picture that you liked, because it showed his abs well in contrast with his hair —and the dimpled smile plastered on his face that he was obviously trying to hide.
You also thought of sending another message asking if he wanted you to bring him lunch, which he said yes to immediately after reading the text.
It was a nice way to spend an evening, especially considering you didn’t want to stay home alone. But now it was time to go out to see him. The last thing you needed to do was either decide to pick food up or make it yourself. If you chose to buy something for both of you to eat, there was no reason you should be this indecisive right now because either way he’d still appreciate both options. After making that decision, you decided to text him that you are on the way, meaning that you’re going to resort to just picking up food.
So grabbing some things from the kitchen, you grabbed your coat, put on your boots, and got ready to leave. You head to your car and started the engine. Your stomach rumbled, reminding you that since you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast, you need food first. With a shrug, you start driving to the closest restaurant you know Leon likes. You know he goes there every other week for lunch with the team.
It took a little while, but finally you found a parking spot. Walking into the building, your eyes scanned the room, odering it to go and paying. The food came out quickly than you imagined, yet it was starting to feel like a better day due to the fact you can leave a lot quicker to see him.
The gym was at least five minutes away , maybe ten. No problem there, then. When you left the restaurant, your next destination was nearing end, and you parked exited the vehicle , heading towards the front door. Just as you approached it, you could see Leon working out through the window and you were excited to see him.
Almost running inside, you place the bag of food next to him, as he is doing his pushups. “I brought food…” Your hand moved towards the bag, but stopped short at the last second, feeling a bit weird about the gesture. You looked at Leon and saw that his eyes were closed, his chest moving fast as he was pushing himself up and back down off the floor.
He looked good doing so…
He looked like a hero, to be exact.
“You won’t mind if I sit down would you?” You asked tentatively. Leon opened his eyes and glanced at you with a raised eyebrow. “Not at all.” A small smirk made its way onto his lips. “You’re my guest. Sit down wherever you’d like.” You grinned mischievously sitting down on his back, as he continued to do his workout.
You could feel him tense up slightly from underneath you, then relax again, but it didn’t seem to be a problem that you were on him, however, he didn’t seem to break a sweat at all. He just kept doing what he was doing without breaking stride. After a minute you started to think he could do it forever, until he told you “Aright, I’m gonna need you to get off of me, princesses.” his words made your face flushed, when you got up off of him He stood up he wiped his forehead with a towel, then turned around to look at you, raising an eyebrow. “What? Why? Did you find something wrong with my form?” He laughed. Of course he wouldn’t have noticed if that you were blushing, but it was obvious due to the fact you were a tomato red.
“No, silly! Just wondering why you called me princess..” The way you spoke made your cheeks heat up even more. Leon smiled, “Well, I figured that since you’ve spent most of the weekend sleeping with me, I guess it only made sense to let you know you’re my princess.” He smiled. “Plus,” he chuckled, “It’s attached to me ever since you keep calling me your knight in shining armour.”
Your face brightened as you giggled. “I only thought to mean that you belonged to me.” You looked up at him as if your gaze could melt him. He chuckled. “You have been mine for quite sometime now, dear, you can hardly blame me for thinking so.” He finished smiling down at you, leaning down to press his lips briefly against yours.
After a short silence, you pulled away from him and said “Well, that’s not a fair tradeoff at all. I don’t want you claiming me because you’re stuck with me. I want you to claim me because we’re in love.” Leon raised his eyebrows at you. “Why did we ever choose to date each other?” He joked lightly.
“Well, it was either that or get married.” You joked. Leon bursted out laughing at your joke. “True. We do fit perfectly together, don't we?" He looked down at you and stroked your face softly. You nodded, smiling. Suddenly the sound of rain hitting the roof outside was heard. “Looks like it’s about to pour hard again. We’ll have to take home then.” He looked outside the window.
“Yeah...” You agreed sadly. “But I don’t wanna take home yet.” You pouted. “Oh… Well... we can eat our food first. Then we'll leave…” His voice sounded very reluctant, you realised as his eyes flickered away from your face. “Or we could do both. We’ll eat, then we’ll leave, then we’ll come back here later next week?” You suggested. “Sounds like a plan. Let’s hope that everything goes okay today. If it doesn’t, well then...” Leon trailed of. “Well, we’ll try and figure something else out.” He shrugged, giving a half smile.
“Let’s hope we’re not stuck waiting for hours.” You said, shaking your head. Leon hummed, agreeing. As you both ran towards the car with everything getting in the car, the sky seemed to darken significantly. It looked ominous. And as you drove along the road back home you knew that this would be one of those days, where everything seems to go wrong and there’s nothing that can fix it.
When the two of you arrived home, you dropped your bags on the ground before heading upstairs to grab a change of clothes from the bathroom. Leon sat down on the sofa and started watching tv as he waited. After a few moments, you came back downstairs and put a moive on, as you were about to binge and eat your food. You walked over to the couch and sat down beside him, taking a bite from your sandwich before you continued talking to him.
“So, how long do you think the rain will last?” You asked looking out the large front windows, seeing the heavy grey clouds outside. Leon glanced at his phone. “I’m not sure, princess. It looks like we’re going to get some pretty bad weather soon. We might have to call it early, and get some rest.” You nodded. “Maybe you’re right.”
‘Hopefully we won’t get any storms tonight though. If we get a storm, I won’t be able tp sleep tonight…’ you sighed to yourself. As you ate, and watched the TV, and talked with Leon, time passed by quickly.
You had finished eating and you hadn’t really gotten much sleep so you ended up falling asleep laying on his chest, your head laid comfortably against his shoulder, your arms holding tightly onto his shirt as you slept, completely oblivious to the fact that you were wrapped in Leon’s arms. As you were slowly drifting off you felt Leon’s head ontop of yours, while he was asleep as well.
As you both fell asleep in a warm embrace, the rain never stopped pouring down and you woke up the following morning covered in a blanket, snuggled close to Leon’s body. You stretched your limbs lazily and yawned deeply. Once you felt the need to wake him up, you tried to move but suddenly he hugged you tighter and placed a soft kiss on top of your hair. “Mmmh…. good morning~.” You said, still half asleep. Leon groaned in response as his arm tightened around your waist. “Heyyy... I was hoping you’d stay a little longer with me....” you giggled quietly and placed another light kiss on top of his hair. Deciding to stay with him long, leading you both to falling back asleep in an extremely peaceful position.
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𝑷𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒓 | 𝒎𝒂𝒙 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏
☁︎max verstappen x female reader
☁︎you know just how to select the perfect pumpkin, and it’s time your boyfriend learns how as well…
☁︎no warnings, very cute fall fluff!
☁︎my third fall celebration fic! thank you guys for reading and enjoying! it means the world to me!
October was the season for pumpkins, growing up you cherished the time you’d visit local farms and spend the days picking the best pumpkins for your house to decorate for the fall season. It wasn’t until you’d met your boyfriend Max that you realized there really weren’t any places to go pumpkin picking in Monaco. The city itself was filled with luxury in every aspect, which was beautiful but you missed your pumpkins and the fun of picking them in the fall.
“Babe you busy?”
Hearing Max’s voice grow closer to where you sat in the living room you smiled
“No, is everything okay?”
“Mhm just need you to back a little bag”
You looked at him confused, placing a bookmark between the pages of your novel and getting to your feet
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise you’ll see.”
He pressed a kiss to your forehead, laughing at the skeptical look on your face before he watched you disappear upstairs, returning after a few minutes with a little bag packed.
“Do I get a hint at least?”
“We’re flying to Munich, that’s all you need to know”
Before you could get another word in he was taking your hand and ushering you outside and towards the car, a smile on his face while you were dying to know just what he was planning.
Max loved the element of surprise.
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“Can I look now?”
“One second”
“Max….”
His hands came up and untied the blindfold you had on, when your eyes adjusted to the light around you, the sight in front of you brought a smile to your face.
“You-what…? Max you brought me to a pumpkin patch?”
He nodded taking your hand as you began to walk towards the pumpkins
“I know how much you love fall and Monaco isn’t the most fall place for pumpkin picking so I just thought why not”
“You remembered…”
You paused looking up at him as he smiled, placing a gently kiss on your lips
“Of course I did baby”
Pulling him into a bone crushing hug, you couldn’t help the warmth that had spread through your heart at this surprise, to someone else it may have meant nothing, but to you it meant everything.
“So how about you show me how it’s done miss pumpkin connoisseur?”
If Max could replay the sound of your laughter on repeat he would, it was his favourite sound in the world. Watching as your eyes lit up before taking him throughout the rows of pumpkins, all which varied in size and colour, seeing you this happy was worth everything to him.
“Are you listening my love?”
Max hums, snapping himself out of his thoughts to see you standing there with a cart, a pumpkin already sat nicely within it.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
“I was saying, these are the perfect pumpkin, if they stay sitting when you place them down, the bottoms are flat, these are easiest for carving!”
He nods
“Then we have these ones-”
Pointing to a group of smaller almost gourd looking ones you looked back towards him
“These are more like gourds, so you can decorate your table with them, or make little crafts with them, I used to turn them into turkeys with my family”
Max couldn’t wipe the smile from his face as he watched you so vibrantly explain everything you knew about them. He remained by your side, pulling the cart along as you filled it with pumpkins of all shapes, sizes and colours, making sure to tell little facts about each one.
“Alright, I think we have enough…”
You checked over the cart once more frowning slightly at the amount you’d chosen
“What’s wrong baby?”
“I think I chose to many…”
Max took your chin in his grip softly, tilting your face up so you were looking at him, a smile on his face noticing the hesitation in your eyes
“You can never have too many pumpkins y/n, I brought you here for a reason, I think you chose the perfect amount”
“Really?”
Pressing a kiss to your lips he was quick to answer your question
“Really.”
There was quite literally nothing that could wipe the smile off your face as you took your pumpkins and paid for them, loading them into your rental car and knowing they were coming home with you. Never in a million years would you have thought Max would remember that little joy of yours from growing up, and today he exceeded your expectations, only making you fall more in love with the man who held your heart so gently.
“Thank you for my pumpkins honey…I love them so much..but I do love you more”
Max smiled taking your hand in his as he brings it to his lips to kiss your knuckles
“You’re welcome, I’d do anything for you, including spend a whole day at a pumpkin patch in Germany, if it means seeing that smile of yours”
You leaned over to kiss his cheek as you settled into the passenger seat as he pulled away from the fields of pumpkins
“I love you you just as much baby, I cant wait to see what you do with all of these”
Max was a little scared to see just how many pumpkins you’d picked, and what you were planning to do with them, but he would be more than willing to help you with whatever you’d started to envision.
He was dating a pumpkin connoisseur, it was in his boyfriend job description.
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Request by @jaziona92
How about a TenxFem!Reader where Rose gets her heart shattered because Ten has found his long lost Wife who used the Chameleon Arch and fled the Time War? (The only reason he knows it's her is because she still has the same face she last had with him?)
Lost and found
Warnings: none!
She’s been running, but not from anything, but to find her husband. Y/n would run into possible danger in hopes to find him, but had no luck. She also could barely get to any danger, which was odd since she was the second remaining Time Lord
Y/n should be happy that danger isn’t chasing after her, but then again, how’s she gonna find her lover? She sighs as she sits outside of her Tardis; scanning the crowd of current London (not 2023 London). She had hoped that maybe she’d spot him, but she knew his face had probably changed by now
Y/n felt like an awful wife for not knowing what he currently looked like. She also knew very well that he survived the time war as well. Her husband was always so determined to escape sticky situations. Rose was currently in The Doctor’s Tardis
He was taking her back home for the holidays. Once the two landed, she goes out of the Tardis. There stood another Tardis, which makes Rose confused. The Doctor steps out now, and was surprised as well
“We did land in the correct universe, right?” Rose asked him as the door opens to reveal Y/n. The Doctor stood there in shock, and she was shocked as well. “I’ve found you” the two said at the same time
“I’m sorry, but who exactly are you?” Rose asked her as tears started to leave Y/n’s eyes. “I’m his wife” she says as he walks closer towards her. Once The Doctor stood in front of his wife, he hugs her. “You’re married? Why didn’t you say something about that?”
“I did” he says as he continues to hug his wife. “No you haven’t! Stop lying!” Rose begins to raise her voice, which makes Y/n stop hugging him. He didn’t want to let go though, since he thought if he would let go, she’d disappear
Rose was tearing up, which makes him look at her. “This isn’t fair!” Rose adds as Y/n looks at her husband. He finally stops hugging her, which makes her walk up towards Rose. “You’ve must’ve been through so much together…” Rose starts as Y/n hugs her
Rose was shocked that Y/n would hug her after what seemed like somewhat nasty comments to Rose. “Jealousy isn’t worth putting all your energy on. Exploring the stars is. Also when else are you gonna get these kind of opportunities? Also me and The Doctor have only gone through so much because I’m also a Time Lord” Rose smiles now, since she wonders what the inside of their Tardis looks like
“Can I see the inside of your Tardis?” Y/n smiles now. “Of course!” Y/n stops hugging her, and then goes over to the entrance of her Tardis. The Doctor smiles as Y/n opens the door. “Oh my god…” Rose starts as she held the door open for Rose
Rose enters, and so does The Doctor. Before The Doctor went in completely, she steals a kiss from him. When the two pulled apart, his smile brightens. “I missed you. I never thought I’d find you” he said, which made her realize why it was impossible to find him all these years
“I was trying to find you! No wonder why we couldn’t find each other!” He went ‘ah’, and then kisses her again. Rose was just staring at her Tardis in shock at how similar it was to his. “This looks a lot like The Doctor’s Tardis” Rose says as she looks at the two
Rose instead of getting mad, was happy at the couple being reunited again. Y/n had to pull apart for air after the two made out. “You guy’s are so cute together” Rose said as the two looked at her. “Thanks. I chose a good one” The Doctor says
“I agree” Rose says, which makes Y/n smile.
#tenth doctor x reader#tenth doctor x you#tenth doctor x y/n#tenth doctor#david tennet#billie piper#a request
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Hey, dude! I recently discovered ur page and I read all of ur posts- they were all amazing!?!??! I love ur writing sm 🕺🕺
Anyway- May I request the upper moons (any of ur choice) reacting to male reader having a hUge crush on them? (Maybe to make it more interesting, with reader being muzan's son??)
Okay, that's all for me. Have an amazing day/night, and thanks in advance (if you decide to write this ofc-)
Hey! I'm glad you like my posts, and I have no idea how being "Muzan's son" would work but I'm so into the idea right now. Forget Muzan as Demon King or as Daywalker, Father!Muzan is the greatest menace!
I'm so sorry for this being so late, and to make things more interesting the Uppermoons I chose are Muzan's favorites and Douma (the one he hates the most), I think that if his son had a crush on Hantengu, the clones or Gyokko he would only be like "No. Choose something else."
Muzan's son (Demon Reader) having a crush on Uppermoons and Muzan having more than an opinion about it.
Warnings: ... Muzan is awful and probably so OOC in this.... Slight gaslightning (?) Idk, this is a funny one, but Akaza always brings angst to the table.
Gyutaro:
You must pity Gyutaro, you always loved how he became shy at the slightest positive attention, cheeks becoming red as he scratches himself nervious and tries to make himself as small as possible, looking every once in a while to the exists. But this is too much!
You have been going too frequently to the Red Light District, just wanting to chat with Gyutaro or invite him to eat or go out somewhere, but he is way too shy! Always hiding and leaving Daki to face you (which you think is very cute, but still! You want him to pay attention to you too!) It was clear father was going to notice something was off ("No father, I am not pouting! Your son doesn't pout!") and interrogated you about it. You ended having to confess.... father took it better than expected. And that was the problem, since his answer was "Oh, of course you would like Gyutaro. You are my son, after all, you must have a good taste. He is one of the best creations of my blood, so it's nothing but fitting that you become partners." Say what now?
And so, with Nakime hosting you all, with no Daki around but Gyutaro kneeled in front of father, is that you also want to be anywhere else as he are in a corner, blushing and cold (can you even sweat? Why is this happening? You just had to open your mouth!). "Of course, Gyutaro, having a relationship with my son would be nothing but beneficial. I am sure he will make you very happy, and I'm confident you can make him happy in return." No. Please no. This is so embarrasing, your father just outed you out and is trying to match you up with the crush you have been chasing for years. Even Nakime looks uncomfortable!
By the time you realize, you are left alone as father starts to fix things for a wedding... WEDDING? YOU ARE NOT READY FOR A WEDDING! SPECIALLY AFTER SUCH AN EMBARRASING MEETING! DAMN! "Ne... I didn't expect this..." WHY? What excatly are you supposed to say?! "Oh, don't pay any mind to it. Hehehe.... father is just... old. I'm sure he will get over it. I don't know why he did al this-" you start to ramble. Why are you rambling? "Ok, ok I get it! Ne, no need to get like this. I'm pretty sure it's a misunderstanding, ne. You are probably disgusted to be paired with someone as ugly as me. Ne?"
Gyutaro smiles, probably thinking he was being understanding. No! That was not what you meant! Why is father doing this to you?! "No! I mean, right, you are not the nost handsome demon but who cares? You are fierce, and protective, and chill, I like being with you! I have been trying to be with you in the past years but you always hide and father got invested and I didn't mean for any of this to happen but you are great-" rambling again, huh? Sucks to be you. By the time you realize what you are doing you slow down your words and look to Gyutaro, face blushed as he is frozen in the spot with his eyes open to the point they look like they will slip out of their sockets. He shakes his head before interrupting. "Wait, wait, wait, ne! Stop talking, ne, shut up! You... like... me? Like, me, really? Ne?"
.... you have no idea what to say. "Wow, your taste is shit, ne. But I guess I also like shitty things. Talk to Muzan-sama off, please. I... ne, if you want to visit.... I might recieve you." He smiles before leaving almost in a blink, you are not sure how he will get out of the Infinity Castle by his own but.... your mind can only form one idea.... Gyutaro wants to see you... he wants to see you... "Success!" Well, more or less, but still!
Nakime:
Nakime looks like she would prefer to be anywhere else, which says a lot because she has not put one foot out of the Infinity Castle ever since she got it. Of course she wouldn't want to step outside, this place is built under her desires and kept under her watchful eye! Nothing happens here without her knowing! Nothing happens here without her willing it so. Your father being the only one who doesn't has to abide this, too powerful, too important. Just like her, which is what puts her above the Kizuki system. Pretty, talented, elegant, cold, always in control of herself, almost regal, you could watch her for hours just play with her Biwa. You have, as long as she has let you.
So why are tou now in this situation?! "Therefore, Nakime, I believe that is only proper for you to get close to my son. I am sure this is not an inconvenience for you, is it?" Long story short, you have been simping trying to hard to get closer to Nakime, who since a long time ago has you living in the fortress under your father's order to keep you safe... he figured out what was happened (and she probably did too) and decided to do something about it. By ordering her to answer to your efforts.... "Of course, Muzan-sama."
Is she mad? She sounds mad. Damn! You don't want her to hate you and your father is only looking at you with a "you're welcome" face. Father, what are you so proud of? Can't you see you are doing nothing but embarrasing this son of yours?! In front of the woman you like?? You are even tempted to just step to the sun and avoid the, but right now it's night. Nakime wouldn't even let you do so if it was daytime, that would her in danger from father.... you probably hate your life right now, don't ya?
"Nakime-san, I'm so sorry about father. He-well-he shouldn't have brought this up to you..." you try, but ever since that meeting Nakime has been ignoring you, just letting you be around.... "Stop apologizing. I already said I don't care." well, it's not that different from what it was before that talk. You have no idea if that makes it better or worse, but you always bounce back to the topic, no idea if you actually want a reaction from her or what.
"Listen here. To me this is not ideal, but for a long time you have been something I had to deal with. If Muzan-sama wants me to invest my time and effort in knowing you better then I will, but I would also appreciate if you didn't make this more akward than it has to be. Your choice." She gave you the longest answer ever... you have never heard her talking so much to anyone, not even father. That surprises you, besides the fact that she is willing to get out of her comfort zone...
Now, if only you could be as level-headed as her, it would be perfect... whatever, you still got time to fix it.
Akaza:
"Is something bothering you, son?" Please don't. Father, your son is begging for you to not put that face of expectation and judgement! Then again, there is nothing you can do against it, even looking on the other side won't stop you from seeing it "You have grown... jaded. It pains and worries me the idea that you would hide from me something that brings you discomfort. Don't you trust me enough?" Yes! No! It's complicated! But again, he doesn't even need to see what is on your mind, just a few sentences are enough for you to reclutantly confess... that you have been trying to follow Akaza... and that you think he is handsome... with a cute face... and nice personality... strong, endearing, talented, hard-working, honest, fierce, stubbo- everyone gets it!
Unfortunately for you, and Akaza, this includes your father. The next day, yes day, so nobody can leave until after twilight.... Your father is evil... "Muzan-sama.... Y/N.... why did you call me here?" His tone softens up when he says your name, it always does. You know Akaza doesn't get along with other demons, but he seems to make an exception with you. That always make you feel... proud? Happy? A mix of both?
"You have always been loyal to me, Akaza, I think it was time I rewarded you. After all, I know how much you crave for a... more intimate relationship." Oh no, oh hell nah! "Father...." He only waves his hand in dismissal "Hush now, I'm dealing with it for you, son. You see, Akaza, my son has grown quite fond of you, and as far as I can tell, you too share some appreciation for him." Akaza has his eyes as big and round as plates, irises turning fast between you and your father, as if that would answer what the hell is going on. He is also blushing, probably for being outed as a demon that craves deep bonds. You could already tell, but that is strange for demons. "Emm.... Y/N is... he is good."
"Huh. You could upgrade that answer. Still, I'm glad we are all in the same page. I will leave you two lovebirds alone." He claps his hands to together as if to tell his business is over. You can only blush as your father calls Nakime's attention to send you and Akaza to some other place, somewhere safe and private, and by the time you turn around the Biwa stops sounding, your crush still kneeling behind you, not moving as he is still trying understand- "... What just happened?"
"Well... I'm not sure myself.... just know this wasn't my idea! I don't know why father did this. Well, I do know why, but I don't think he was thinking straight-" "You can feel it too?" He interrupts you, almost in a whisper, and you can see his eyes with a vulnerable shine "You also feel... that something... someone is missing? That... someone should be there and is not?" No, that is not exactly what you feel. You feel that you want Akaza there, not that there is someone missing in your life... that is a depressing thought....
"I can try to fill up... if you are willing..." Akaza just stands up, smiling weakly to you. "... sure. Let's try. It's... my reward... after all... you're good...." .... let's just hope this works.
Douma:
"Muzan-sama, why are you so aggressive tonight? You came all the way to my home to hit me?" Says the mouth as from the nose and up regenerate, besides his inner organs. Still, Douma seems unmoved by this, he already knows father doesn't like him and is probably the only demon that can live just fine with that. You were just coming to see him when your father decided to tag along. You did not trust it, but there wasn't anything you could actually do about it.
"You insolent disgrace! Tainting my son, involving you in your lies! In your fakeness! You thought I wouldn't notice how much he comes here?" Oh no, please don't, please no. You can only close your eyes and stay still as your crush recieved another blow. "I genuinely don't understand what you are talking about, Muzan-sama... oh, are you jealous that your son seems to want to spend more time with me than with you?" You usually admire Douma's lack of fear, but now? Provoking the Demon King to destroy his still healing body?
"Father, that's not what is happening!" You decide to interere before the man you like get's himself killed. Douma has always seem overconfident that your father would not kill him, going with the logic that "if he has not killed me yet then he won't kill me at all". "Douma has not done or said anything to me. I just..." you try to get the words to explain the situation without getting your crush in anymore trouble or having to admit your feelings in front of said crush. "I go to see Douma because I want to. No, it's to no against you because you hate him or whatever phase you think I'm going through. I just like to be with him, and talk, and spend time, and watch hi- in a conpletely friendly way! I-"
"Silence." Ok. Ok. You got it. No more talking.... but "Y/N, no inner monologue included." .... ok. You are listening. "And you, Douma, disgraceful and unbearable, you should feel honored for my son's attention. I hope you can learn do appreciate it, but I doubt it pretty much." Douma just smiles as always "Okeeey~." Damn, he is so cute and silly, and yet so unhelpful! Thankfully, your father only looks indignant for a last time before calling Nakime, cleaning his hands from Douma's blood with a towel.
Once the door to the Infinity Castle opens in the wall, you feel relieved. It could have been a lot worse. "Son. You know I would do anything to see you happy, right?" You don't like where this, again, is going, but answer none the less. "Yes father." He nods before looking at Douma with disgust. "You can keep that, as a present. But know I am extremely dissapointed with your taste. Of all my demons you had to have romantic feelings for the worst." Father rolls his eyes, scoffing, fefore leaving, making a hand signal to tell Nakime to close the door behind him, leaving you with your crush after your father confessed for you.
Damn. You really want to die right now. "Bye, Muzan-sama!" Douma doesn't even react, and he does notice that you are stared. "Calm down, Y/N. I already knew you were attracted to me. You were painfully obvious!" Yep, you want to die so hard right now it's almost funny. Cry or laugh, pick one. Fuck it, pick both.
Kokushibou:
Now..... this is akward. Father has been doing nothing but embarrass you in front of the U-pper-moon ONE, your crush, for the last hour. And the worst part is that Kokushibou still doesn't seem to understand what is happening and from where is coming from. "Muzan-sama, if there is something you want to say, just say it. While I don't dislike your son, I don't see how talking about him contributes to our quest." Really? WHY IS HE SO OBVLIOUS?! As you feel the need to pull your hair off your head you can see your father having that look of "if you don't tell me you are joking right now I will be terribly dissapointed" he always gives you when you say or do anything stupid.
You are in this situation because, since your father is the one who knows the most about Kokushibou, who is great. Really, he just looks so regal, so elegant and distant, like those weird poems of ages ago that you never understood. He is also very powerful and respected, even your father views him almost as an equal (almost, but it's the closes thing). And maybe you started rambling a bit... and blushing... and to ask personal questions that even got a "I really never intended to know that part of his life" as a sumarry of the answer. (It came with an interrogatory for an explicit confession.)
The thing is... he knows. Of course he knows, he is your father. And of course, your father, who always loved to control the smallest details of your life, decided to talk to Kokushibou about it. To try and heavely hint that to get closer to you is beneficial, and a course of action to take. But... but nothing, here is everyone, Nakime, father, Kokushibou and you, who can only look at your hands and try not to blush or day anything that would bring attention to yourself. "I understand. Let me be more clear to you." And here he goes.
"I want you to stablish a relationship with my son. I don't care what you do with it and I definetely don't want to know the details, but you are, at least, knowing each other further." Damn! Why is this happening?! You only wanted to know more about your crush! You didn't ask for any of this! "MuFazanther-sama" it's barely understandable as both you and Konushibo speak at the same time. You look at each other uncomfortable before you let him continue. "I never showed interest in starting any sort of relationship. I don't think it will be fitting for our respective roles as demons under your command."
Ohhhh, that hurt. That was a vocalized rejection and it hurt, even if it was very brave at the same time (because, let's be honest. Not even you can say "no" to father) ".... The thing, Kokushibou, is that I'm not asking, so I can't respect your wishes into the matter. Besides, I am sure that, once you get into knowing my son, you will change your mind. Before that, it's an oder. Are you going to disobey me?" After almost 10 minutes of tense silence... you have no idea how it happened, but now you are alone with Kokushibou outside the Infinity Castle. How do you explain him that this was not your doing?!
"Let's go." Huh? Another minutes of silence as Kokushibou begins to walk away. "Just because we are together now it doesn't mean I can negclet my original mission, so you are comming with me." .... you better work this so it stops being so akward.... fuck!
#demon slayer#kny#upper moons#kny x reader#male reader#douma#gyutaro#akaza#kokushibou#nakime#i had fun making this#kny headcanons
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the first blow
in which: jinsik has much to learn (wink wonk)
pair: idol!jinsik/gn!reader
word count: 3.2k
content: smut, oral sex, imma be real this is just one bj yes 3k words for one bj i'm insane let's move on, whimpering moaning groaning whining crying jinsik makes all the noises you can possibly imagine, completely consensual!
author's note: happy bday to the jinsik to my seeun @eyeryis we discussed this concept in great length so i hope this is what you were envisioning <3 also the title is so cringe but pls give me a break i just got nothin left in the tank
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part one | part two
Jinsik was always a mess when it came to you. The first time the two of you ever met, he blurted out that he fell for you hard— love at first sight. But, you liked that he was flustered like that. You thought it was cute— you thought he was cute. Super cute. So, you took his confession, and the two of you started (secretly) dating. Well, the other members found out within two months because Jinsik wasn’t the best at keeping you a secret, but the fans didn’t know, nor did they need to.
You would usually hang out at their dorm whenever you knew most of them had schedules and Jinsik did not. Whoever also didn’t have a schedule would still leave and give you and Jinsik time to be alone peacefully. Very thoughtful of them, but they didn’t really need to worry about anything because you and Jinsik were vanilla— extremely vanilla. He didn’t even start kissing you passionately until six months into your relationship. You were taking things very slow, but you went at his pace because he was the one with the demanding career. You? Not so much.
One night, Jinsik told Minjae he wanted to watch a movie with you at the dorm, so Minjae took the rest of the members out to watch a movie but in a theater, leaving the entire dorm just for you and Jinsik. Minjae thought it was going to be a little more than just the movie, but you and Jinsik were simply going to watch a movie and that’s it. Or so you thought.
“A Gentleman’s Dignity? I thought we were watching a movie,” you questioned your boyfriend. “Also, don’t you think we’re a little too young to watch this?”
“What’s wrong with it? It’s not rated R or anything,” Jinsik frowned, his cute pout making your heart swell with love.
“No, I know, but… The actors are all in their 40s. Shouldn’t we watch something like True Beauty or Boys Over Flowers?”
“I mean… I guess we can…”
If your boyfriend had dog ears, they’d definitely be drooping by that point. You cupped his cheeks and left a light peck on his lips before saying, “I was just wondering, baby. You wanna watch A Gentleman’s Dignity? We can.”
“Are you sure? Will you enjoy it?”
“Of course I will. I always like and trust whatever you choose. You chose me, after all.”
Just like that, his mood lifted. He eagerly turned the K-drama on, the two of you sitting on the couch with a throw blanket barely covering the two of you. As the drama started, Jinsik immediately put his arm over your shoulder, and you snuggled into his comfy arms.
You could barely focus on the drama, though. Why? Jinsik, with the hand that wasn’t over your shoulder, slipped his hand to your thigh and rubbed it slowly. You didn’t know if he was consciously doing it or not, but regardless, it stirred something within you. Then, he kissed the top of your head. You looked up at him, surprise reflecting in your eyes. He met your gaze and smiled softly at you, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest. His hand moved from your thigh to your face, and cupping your cheek lightly, he left a soft kiss on your lips. You left a small kiss on his lips in response, and the two of you kept exchanging kisses that slowly intensified into a full string of passionate kisses.
His hand dropped from your face to your waist and pulled you in, the hand that was over your shoulder moving to your hair and burying his fingers there. You body slightly jolted when his warm fingertips slipped under your shirt to run along the curve of your bare waist. You couldn’t believe it; what on Earth was happening? What happened to your shy boy who didn’t go past soft gentle kisses? (Not that you were complaining but) why was he kissing you so hard that you felt your lower lip start to feel tender?
Here’s the thing: Jinsik held off for the longest time. He always got super turned on whenever you did the slightest thing sensual. For instance, you were in the dorm with him and a couple other members of xikers, and he had to nurse his erection when you merely ran your fingers through his hair and lightly massaged his scalp. And the reason why he held off was because he had yet to have his first time, and he didn’t want you to know that. He wanted to be confident and all-knowing in front of you, and having zero experience definitely did not make him feel confident nor all-knowing.
You were excited. You were so happy that he made the move because you had been waiting and wondering for so long that you forget sex was even a thing in romantic relationships. You placed your hand on his crotch and fondled it, massaged it over his pants, his dick getting bigger and firmer and pressing desperately against his pants.
Jinsik, meanwhile, was losing his mind. Between the kissing and the touching, he was slowly slipping away from sanity and his control over his body. He hiccuped slightly, but he didn’t even hear himself because his brain was screaming.
Oh my fuck. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God.
You were loving his reactions to you because it made you think he was just as pent up as you. Technically, he was, but it was more than that because he had never done this before.
The two of you leaned away from each other, and you noticed Jinsik’s face was fifty shades of flustered. He was panting lightly, and his eyes were beginning to glaze over from the pleasure of just you touching him over his clothes. He trembled and sharply inhaled when he felt you cradle his steadily hardening dick in your hand.
“Jinsik, baby?”
“Hngh— Y-yes, Y/N?”
“I wanna make you feel good.”
Jinsik, eyes trembling, asked in a whisper, “How?”
You smiled and leaned in to kiss him, Jinsik happily meeting you halfway. While you made out with him like the rowdy youngsters you were, you worked on unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, your fingers tugging lightly at the thick waistband of his briefs.
Jinsik was practically vibrating at that point. His mind was melting. He cupped your face as an attempt to keep his shit together, to maintain his confidence, while his other hand gripped the sofa cushion so hard that his knuckles were turning white. A little moan left his lips while he kissed you when he felt you stroke his dick lightly, your gentle hands driving him oh so fucking insane to the point where he was trying think about literally anything else to prevent himself from cumming so fast.
By the time you stopped kissing and moved down on him, he was completely shivering and his eyes were blurry with tears and lust. You kneeled before him in between his spread legs— you were going to suck him off (he didn’t need years of experience for him to figure that out).
Then, it suddenly hit him. He had to tell you about his inexperience. He didn’t want to lie to you about this because what if he did something stupid, and then you think he’s an idiot? If you knew that he didn’t know shit about sex, then any mistake he made would be excused. But, if he’s supposed to be a seasoned, real man (aka not a virgin), he’s supposed to know better.
His braincells were bouncing around in his head while you, on the other hand, were just completely enamored with his dick. It was so pretty— it was perfectly straight, just the right girth, just the right length— your boyfriend had the model penis, and you were seriously thirsting for it. You held his dick somewhat firmly and were about to take him into your mouth when he stopped you by slipping his hand under your jaw.
“Y/N, wait, I…” Jinsik pressed his lips together and squeezed his eyes shut when he saw you looking up at him with big, beautiful eyes because that view also excited him too much. After taking a little breath, he met your gaze again and said in the smallest voice, “I gotta tell you something.”
“Yeah…?” you eyed him, suddenly worrying about whether or not he had an STD.
“I’ve never done this before…”
“What do you mean?”
“This… This is, um, my first time…” Jinsik’s voice faded as he said the last two words, but you heard him.
“Your first time for…?”
“All of it. Everything.”
When you did nothing but stare at him with wide eyes, Jinsik immediately regretted telling you the truth. Fuck, he messed up and now he was going to die of embarrassment. But, you were shocked at the revelation because it explained so much of his behavior previously in your relationship. You hummed lightly as you thought about what to say to him to calm the poor boy down.
“So,” you started softly while stroking his dick lightly. “Does that mean I’m your first?”
Jinsik blinked a couple times, confused on where the conversation was going. “Yes,” he answered after a heartbeat or two.
You couldn’t help but smile upon receiving the information. You left a kiss on the length— making the boy tremble— and observed it while still dry rubbing. Keeping your eyes down, you whispered, “…That kinda turns me on.”
Completely missing what you said because you were so quiet and the blood rushing through his body was too loud, Jinsik leaned in slightly, only to snap right back into his original position when drew circles on his tip lightly with your fingernails. Before he could let out some raunchy noise, he bit his lower lip— and of course, he had to bite his lip in the way that makes him look sexy because he had to save at least some face.
“We all have to start somewhere, and I’m grateful to be the one that shows you, Jinsik… But, I don’t want to push you into anything. So, if at any point you’re uncomfortable or scared and want to stop, just use the safe word: “Tricky”.”
“Why Tricky…?”
“Because I’ll think about Tricky, and I don’t wanna be thinking about Tricky while being intimate with you,” you couldn’t help but laugh, making Jinsik smile in the process.
“Oh… Okay.”
“Shall we get started?”
Lips quivering, Jinsik returned a small nod, and you started. You took just the tip of his dick into your mouth first, making a satisfying popping sound as you released. You lapped him up like a lollipop, Jinsik gasping sharply at the sensation. He didn’t know what to do with his hands at that point (his brain was so far gone that he didn’t know how to do anything), so he was holding onto the edge of the sofa cushions, the cushion completely flattened under his grasp.
When you stopped teasing him and started sucking for real, a good majority of his cock in your mouth, Jinsik let out a tiny, high squeak, making him immediately cover his mouth. His face was beet red. He hated that he was making all of these mortifying noises for you instead of something deeper like a long sigh, or a groan. He was trying to do that, but no, his body wanted to betray him instead.
You were absolutely obsessed with the noises he was making. Every whimper, whine, tiny moan, squeak, hiccup— whatever he did, you loved it for two reasons: one, you knew for a fact that he was enjoying it; two, it was so much better than some jock moaning lowly and growling about your mouth was made for him or some other shit like that. Jinsik was different; he was refreshing.
Every time you moved your head further towards his waist, you moaned and sighed— fuck, you were enjoying this too because, somehow, his cock tasted just as sweet as he was. Adding your hand to the mix, you blew Jinsik while also rubbing your hand in the same direction, occasionally pressing your fingers into his cock, squeezing it the tiniest bit.
“Mmm… Ah! Hmm-ngh,” Jinsik started vocalizing his pleasure, the noises leaving his mouth getting raunchier by the second, his voice still climbing higher in pitch.
And still, he was trying so hard to contain these noises of his. He bit his lower lip (and would release to take a desperate gasp for air every now and then), and squeezed his eyes shut, trying so so hard to hold off on cumming. But, having his eyes closed just enhanced the warmth of your mouth and the sensation of your hand, lips, and tongue pleasuring him greatly.
Keeping a slower, steady pace, you eyes flitted upwards to look at his reaction. God, the man was ethereal. He looked so fucking beautiful with his face flushed, lips red and sore, eyes closed and making his eyelashes look even more full and long. You could tell he was struggling to keep it together. His hands were all over the place, one hand eternally clutching the sofa cushion while running his fingers through his hair with the other one. You thought he didn’t know what to do with his hands.
Jinsik knew exactly what to do with his hands now. He knows how blowjobs work— he’d just never had one before. Honestly, he really wanted to run his fingers through your hair and hold your head while pushing you into him more, but he was too nervous. He didn’t want to do it wrong and hurt you.
“Mmm… Ahh… Oh, hmm, angh!” Jinsik whimpered out, the pleasure starting to overstimulate him.
You felt his cock quiver in his mouth— he was so close, but he was holding back, and he was holding back as much as he could; he didn’t want to cum so fast because that’s so mortifying. But, you were making it harder and harder to keep his shit together.
Jinsik moaned loudly when you went faster and closer to the base of his cock. Tears filled his eyes— you were sucking him, blowing him so fucking well that he could not hold back any longer.
No! Don’t do it! Don’t fucking cum yet! Resist! You haven’t even— Tricky! Think about Tricky!
There was no way in hell Jinsik was going to use the safe word, but thinking about Tricky did the trick (terrible pun…), and he was able to hold out for longer. That being said, he was still losing it, tilting his head up to the sky and trying to keep the tears in his eyes.
God, you loved seeing this side of Jinsik, and you wanted more. You wanted to see how he’d react to everything that someone could do during a blowjob— everything. So, you slurped. You fucking slurped him up to keep the saliva from dripping and to also provoke another long, sensual moan.
“Y-Y/N! Hnngh— Oh my— Ah! Oh my God, mmm aah! B-baby!” Jinsik managed to say in between moans and pants, sending a rush of excitement through your body.
You responded with a hum, sending him further into the stars.
“F-feels sooh good— haah!”
You looked up to see that Jinsik was still looking at the ceiling, still blinking tears out of his eyes, missing out on a gorgeous view of you blowing him into oblivion. You understood, but you also wanted his eyes on you. Releasing him with yet another satisfying ‘pop!’, you licked stripes along his red, throbbing, quivering penis. You reached for one of his hands and guided that one to the back of your head, your other hand lacing his fingers with yours.
Now that he was holding onto you, he brought his gaze down and looked at you right as you took him back into your mouth. God, you were so fucking hot kneeling before him while you pleasure the shit out of him— his mind was blown.
“Y/N, you… You’re so… This is fucking amazing.”
Blood immediately rushed to your head. Jinsik never swore— he never ever swore, so hearing the profanity leave his lips was actually insane. So, you took him in completely. Entirely. All the way until you gagged. You felt him clutch the roots of your hair, squeeze your fingers tight, and pant hard, moan hard; he was so close yet again.
“Baby, please it,” Jinsik’s loud gasp broke his sentence. “I can’t take it!”
His breathing hitched more frequently, and with every breath came a slight sob. You were a little worried, but when you looked up, he was definitely enjoying it.
“I-It’s too much!” He cried. “I can’t!
Ignoring his cries, you kept going. You wanted to make him cum. You wanted to make him cum so hard to make the long blow job so worth it.
He wanted to hold out just a little longer. Thankfully, you slowed down, trying to regain your breath and energy. His cries subdued to quiet moans— fuck, even his moans sound beautiful, like a fucking song— and was relieved that he could still hold on… Only for about two seconds though.
You blew Jinsik like there was no tomorrow. You sucked, slurped, gagged, moaned, exhaled loudly the faster and deeper you went. Jinsik went back to moaning loudly. He moaned your name over and over again, some profanities sprinkled in between, turning you the fuck on.
“Y-Y/N, baby, my l-love?” Jinsik whimpered out; he was about to burst. “Please, I’m— Ooh! Mmm, I’m— Fuck!— I wanna—”
Jinsik sharply inhaled. He pulled your hair gently (because he didn’t want to hurt you), desperately trying to move you before he came in your mouth. You, instead, moved your head all the way down, shoving his cock deep in you one last time, gagging on his length, hollowing your mouth, and slurping literally everything before surfacing for air. You were gasping and panting as several trails of saliva connected the head of his dick to your lips and tongue, the sight making his body flush with warmth.
You rubbed his cock quickly and said, “Don’t hold back anymore, baby. Cum for me.”
And that he does. Trails of white shot upwards then landed on his waist and thighs as he flung his head back and groaned so loudly that it echoed in the entire dorm. God, and he’s mortified because he just kept cumming like it built up in him because he held off for so long. Tears in his eyes, he look down to see the mess he made, his face so red that you thought it was going to burst into flames.
“Did you like that, baby?” you asked him while licking your fingers (some of his cum ended up on your hand).
“God…” he sighed out, his breathing back to normal. “That was amazing. You’re fucking amazing. Oh, wow…”
He leaned his head all the way back into the sofa, a giddy smile on his face. His first blowjob: fucking amazing.
#xikers#xikers jinsik#ham jinsik#jinsik smut#jinsik x reader#ham jinsik xikers#jinsik xikers#jinsik xikers smut#xikers jinsik smut#ham jinsik smut#broatz#bro <3 dave
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gmmtv 2024 part 2 trailers first impression & ranking :)
from most excited for to least excited:
us: I SCREAMED!!! of course gl ranks number one, let's bffr, but legit this looks so indie & good I love it! sing is gonna be so good at being the abandoned lover hahaha, and the girls have so much chemistry & are so cute!!! I ship it already <3
breakup service: I did NOT expect to get an off as MAIN in a straight romcom again after 4 fucking years, I'm beyond elated!!! the fact that he's paired with a very popular singer also makes me happy! the plot looks really fun & reminds me of catch me baby and midnight motel so I'm all in!!! my man deserves this sm <3
hide & sis: gawin in a role like this??? ATE DOWN!!! but honestly the whole cast is perfect, I can't believe we're gonna get pepper & lookjun playing an on-screen couple! I hope this one is more like ps: I hate you & nothing like the jungle but I'm super excited I love everyone here :)
the ex morning: bruh if you'd have told a kristsingto show would be 4th on this list I would've laughed in your face but... tell me why this plot seems so fucking cute?? I feel like we haven't gotten this type of second chance bl before, and idk if it's nostalgia or what but I'm actually really into it lol
thame po: yooooo this morning I could not picture estwilliam together, but actually I like them a lot already! as a lykn fan I'm happy to see them in a series, and the plot is quite original which is becoming more & more rare so I'm excited!
sweet tooth, good dentist: I still don't know how to fully feel about mark & ohm t, I feel like they look way too similar, but oh well. this looks very sweet (like its title) & y'all know I love dumb romcoms like these so I'll be watching!
leap day: this looks insane & the cast feels random af but it seems interesting! I hope it doesn't end up being one of those shows who thought throwing gun & his insane talent in a show would be enough to cover its bad writing *cough* home school *cough* midnight museum *cough* excited to see pond in an interesting role for once though lmao
the dark dice: this looks like the thai high school squid game to me, it seems interesting & I love that aungpao is in here, but I'll have to see how I feel once the show starts airing to see if I'll watch it or not.
scarlet heart thailand: this teaser told me nothing so I googled the original, ngl it's a slay for tu she looks so pretty, and I do love historical shows so I'll probably be watching! also very happy to see tay, force & phuwin here :)
friendshit forever: I legit thought I was gonna get a mookpat gl bruh lmaoooooo, but nope instead I get girls fighting over a dude ;_; like I get it new is hot af but bruh in 2024 we still have girls having cat fights... I'm good :/ the title is hilarious though :')
ossan's love thailand: this trailer actually made me happy bc contrarily to my initial thought I think earth is ADORABLE as haruta! and the actor they chose to play the ossan??? DAMNNN DADDY 😏 probably still won't be watching since I hate remakes but this looks better than I anticipated!
the heart killers: call me a hater but I did not feel this at all, I feel like it's a more boring mix of not me, only friends & midnight motel and I don't particularly care for either ships so I will not be watching... I'm sure this show will be fine without me though lol
perfect 10 liners: we are but even more boring, they even pulled up aouboom & marcpoon LMAOOO. again all love but I don't care for this at all, it's so basic I can't do this to myself anymore, I'm sorry it's called self-care at this point :')
revamp the undead story: again I don't care for bounprem & THE gmmtv vampire show is my golden blood for me babe, like sorry but jossgawin forever 🫶 (more seriously this doesn't look bad but I simply do not give any fuck to watch this show)
#axelle rants#gmmtv 2024 part 2#us the series#break up service#hide and sis#the ex morning#thame po#sweet tooth good dentist#leap day#the dark dice#scarlet heart thailand#friendshit forever#ossan's love thailand#the heart killers#perfect 10 liners#revamp the undead story#it started really slow but we got some good ones in the process... especially hyped for my babies off & gawin ofc :)
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Natural Satellite [ch 13]
An In Stars and Time AU. In ch 13, Loop deflects. Siffrin spirals. Isabeau tries to keep up. You can start from chapter one here.
Isabeau nearly jumps out of his skin. “W-Woah!!! Sif!!!”
“Yes?”
“You’re—wow, you’re like, really quiet!!”
“Yes.” Sif flops down in the grass, patting around vaguely till they find a thick-ish branch. They snap it in half with a startling crack, eye it thoughtfully, and then halve it again before unsheathing their dagger.
...Huh. They’re whittling again, even though they know their work won’t outlast the loop. Which means they want to talk about something. “What’s up, Sif?”
“The canopy.”
“Annnd…?”
Sif’s blade digs into the wood, scraping off a long, curling shaving. “And I thought we should talk about Wish Craft.”
[isat spoilers / 2 hats spoilers / spoilers thru act 6]
Isabeau has, like, at least a million questions.
If Loop—(Sif???) (No, they chose the name Loop; that has to matter)—is really some alternate version of Siffrin, then… what? What? What??? What would that even mean??? And why would they keep it a secret from Sif? What’s the point in keeping secrets from yourself?
Of course Isa isn’t going to rat them out. It’s not his place. And he’s definitely not gonna confront them about their past. What kind of a crab could look at someone who Changed that much and try to talk to the person they used to be? Loop is Loop now. Isabeau is totally cool with that.
…He’s just a little confused about why there are two of them.
Isabeau knows how it feels to Change. But it’s not like he walked out of the House holding hands with the kid he used to be. One person can’t become two people. That’s not how it works. (That’s not how anything works.)
He needs to talk to Loop. Luckily, he’s in the right place. There should be at least a few minutes before Siffrin catches up. Longer, if Sif stops to talk to Mira. It’s not ideal, but it should be enough to get at least a few answers.
“Loop!” he gasps, when he spots them.
“What do you want,” Loop asks sourly.
“N-Nothing!! I’m just a little confused, is all!”
“Okay.”
“And… I guess I was hoping you could help with that?”
Loop gives him a close-eyed smile. “Optimistic!”
“I’m just, um. I… guess I’m having a hard time getting my head around it?”
Loop’s eyes snap open. “Why? Because I don’t hang on your every word? Because I’m not some cute little puppy, like your Siffrin?”
“What? No! Because why are there two of you???”
He watches Loop draw themself up to snap at him and then just—settle back into their seat. “Oh.”
Yeah, oh. “So. You know. Why are there two of you?”
“Does it matter?”
“And how do you look so different? Body Craft is, I mean, it’s pretty advanced, but I don’t think it’s possible to—I mean—I’m pretty sure you’re made of light?”
Loop examines their hands, the white shining from under their nails. “It certainly seems that way, doesn’t it?”
“And—” This one is embarrassing, but he can’t help it. “W-Why wouldn’t you tell me?”
“…Why would I?”
Yeah, Isabeau probably could’ve seen that coming. “Are you seriously not going to answer any of my questions?”
“I’d have thought that would be obvious.” Loop narrows their eyes at him. “Don’t you have any manners? This is Vaugarde. It’s rude to ask someone about who they used to be.”
Wow, they are really not making this easy! “I’m not— I don’t care that you Changed. Or, I mean, it’s great! If you’re happy, I’m happy! I just… I mean… It kinda seems like you aren’t, though?”
Loop’s face hardens. “I don’t want to talk about this with you.”
“Well, who do you wanna talk to?”
“No one! Ever!!! Till the end of time!!!!”
Isabeau groans. “Look, I didn’t wanna play this card, but you just really don’t seem like you’re doing very well…”
“What impressive powers of perception! Your parents must be proud.”
“…and I guess it seems like you’re cool with that, but I’m not, so I think you probably have to talk to someone, so… i-if you really won’t talk to me, then—” He grimaces, bracing for the worst. “I… think I might have to tell Sif.”
To his surprise, Loop just rolls their eyes. “Knock yourself out. I’m sure he’ll be soooo~ surprised.”
“Wh— Huh???”
“Why are you acting like that?” Loop asks grumpily. “You just said it just last loop. That they guessed who I was, and he thought I was probably him.”
“B-But that’s just a theory!”
“Oh, grow up. How long did it take you to clock me? Three loops? Maybe four? He’s been here for hundreds.”
(“Hund—????”)
“They have all the pieces. He’s just deluding himself because he doesn’t like the implication.”
He almost doesn’t want to ask, but… “What implication?”
Loop smiles nastily. “That—”
“Oh, good,” Siffrin says, from immediately behind him. “You’re already here.”
Isabeau nearly jumps out of his skin. “W-Woah!!! Sif!!!”
“Yes?”
“You’re—wow, you’re like, really quiet!!”
“Yes.” Sif flops down in the grass, patting around vaguely till they find a thick-ish branch. They snap it in half with a startling crack, eye it thoughtfully, and then halve it again before unsheathing their dagger.
Huh. They’re whittling again, even though they know their work won’t outlast the loop. Which means they want to talk about something. “What’s up, Sif?”
“The canopy.”
“Annnd…?”
Sif’s blade digs into the wood, scraping off a long, curling shaving. “And I thought we should talk about Wish Craft.”
“It sounds like you should talk about Wish Craft,” Loop sniffs. “You are the only one who knows the rituals.”
Isabeau gives them a look, but doesn’t argue.
“I don’t think that’s right, though,” Sif mutters. “My wish wasn’t even related. And, I mean… do I know the rituals?”
“You knew the right numbers,” Isa points out. “And the chanting and stuff.”
“Right, but it can’t be that simple. If repeating was all it took, then I’d still have that toilet paper.”
Isabeau stares.
Unexpectedly, Loop stares, too. “Come again?”
“The toilet paper,” Sif says again. “Didn’t you see? In the bathroom on the third floor.”
“I don’t watch you pee, stardust. Gross.”
“Wait,” Isabeau interjects, “I’m sorry, I just… You can do Wish Craft by peeing?”
“Piss Craft,” Sif says, apparently on reflex, and then glares. “I mean, no. Obviously not. Will you just listen?”
Isabeau shuts his mouth obligingly. He’s listening.
* * *
You don’t like that Isabeau is talking to Loop now. You can feel that something’s shifted between them, and you don’t like that, either. But at least Isa still mostly does what you tell him.
“I’m saying I didn’t do Wish Craft,” you explain. “I did the wanting, and the repeating, and it didn’t do anything. I didn’t get what I…”
. . . Wait.
What did you repeat, exactly? It definitely wasn’t “toilet paper, toilet paper, toilet paper.” What were your exact words? You asked it to come with you. No. To loop back with you. And you said—
You said you didn’t want to be alone.
(“S-Sif?” Isa says nervously. “You’re, um. You should probably be careful?”
You follow his gaze toward your hands. You’ve reduced the whole branch to sawdust. You flip your knife shut and brush off your knees in disgust.)
You said you didn’t want to be alone. And you’re not alone anymore, are you? Someone’s looping back with you, but it’s not the blinding toilet paper.
“Oh, Stars,” you mumble. “I did it.”
Loop wheezes. “What, really? Piss Craft?”
“No!! Shut up!! Will you both just shut up and listen? I’m saying that I—” Stars, but it hurts to admit. “It’s— Isa, he’s… It was my fault. I’m the reason he remembers.”
Isabeau’s eyes widen. “Wait, but… are you saying, um. D-Does that mean you wished for me?”
Right. Of course he’d ask that. You squeeze your eyes shut, cringing. “Not… exactly?”
“Toilet paper??????”
“I just wanted something I could hold!!” you say defensively. “I was losing my mind!! I was tired and alone and tired of being alone and I couldn’t make anyone touch me and I was just—so blinding tired of dying that I… yes. Yes. Toilet paper.”
For some reason, Isabeau looks even more confused. “W-Wait, what?”
“I said I wanted something I could hold.”
Loop stops laughing for just long enough to choke out, “Wrong sentence, stardust.”
You frown at them, running over your lines in your mind. It all seems pretty self-explanatory. “What?”
“You—” Isabeau’s face is quickly changing color. “You, um. You… wanted us to touch you?”
Oh. Oh, no.
You can read the rest of ch 13 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53412649/chapters/139473697
Or start from the beginning here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53412649/chapters/135189547
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Soft humming filled the room, as well as the sound of crayons being dragged across a sheet of paper. As Eli laid down one crayon to pick up another, a thin smile tugged on his lips. He was drawing something for his family; specifically, he was drawing a little picture of them all together with his favorite crayons, that Lawrence got for him on his birthday. Although the room was mostly quiet, that didn't count for the rest of the house, how would It? With so many people, complete silence is rare. However, Eli's ears soon picked up footsteps coming his way. Frantically, he tried to hide the paper, but he was too late, as Lawrence entered the room, a smile on his face as usual.
"Hey Eli! What are you doing? Drawing?" Lawrence asked, taking a step forward to see the paper on which Eli had drawn on. Eli blushed in embarrassment, ready to be told it looked horrible, as he thought it looked like a mess. Lawrence picked the paper up, however, and had a very different reaction to what Eli expected. Almost the complete opposite, in fact. "Aw! This looks adorable! We should hang it up on the fridge for everyone else to see!"
"Please don't.." ,Eli quietly mumbled, rubbing his arm out of shame. Lawrence looked surprised, and confused, and gave a reasonable question: "Why not?" "I think it looks bad..." ,Eli replied, making Lawrence shake his head in disbelief. "Nonsense! It looks great!" ,Lawrence smiled wider and ruffled Eli's hair, making the young boy whine a little, although he enjoyed it quite a bit when his loving Father played with his hair. As Lawrence and Eli walked downstairs to hang it up on the fridge, the former told the latter to pick any Magnet he wanted. Of course, Eli chose a corn one, why wouldn't he? With a pop, Lawrence hung the drawing up on the fridge with the corn magnet. When Joshua came by to see what they did, he giggled, finding the drawing incredibly cute. "My hair is very bright..." ,He teasingly mentioned, pointing out how bright the yellow crayon, which was used to draw his hair, looked, making Eli shush him in embarrassment.
"What's that?" ,They then heard Isaac ask as he shuffled through them to see the drawing. He snickered, which resulted in him getting hit over the head, playfully, by Eli, although Isaac wasn't too happy about it. But, he didn't hold a grudge, because it's Eli. Malachai sighed as he heard all the talk, and stood up from the couch, muttering:, "Are we having a family meeting or something?",as he walked to the scene. When he saw the picture, however, he felt a small smile creep up on his face as he looked down at Eli, and said: "That's adorable"
When Mordecai came out of his room because he heard everyone talking, he gasped as he saw, what he deemed, a lovely picture on the fridge. With a grin, he scooped Eli up and hugged him tightly, making Eli whine and try to squirm away, but failing in the escape attempt. Lawrence had to gently grab Eli away from Mordecai, who frowned, but then lit up again and cheerfully stated: "Eli, that's a wonderful picture you drew! It's so cute!"
Eli smiled a little, although it widened just a tiny bit when he saw Micah walk into the kitchen too. Micah took one glance at the picture, smiled, and hugged Eli too. "You can draw well" ,Micah commented as he let Eli go again. When Lawrence was about to say something, they heard the front door unlock, as well as footsteps. Abel came running into the kitchen, a dog chew toy in his mouth, he probably just came back from his daily walk with Fips. With a soft, confused murmur, Abel walked to the fridge to stare at the picture.
With a grin, he then grabbed Eli's arm and softly bit him, to show his affection and appreciation for the picture. Eli was a bit uncomfortable with the biting, but knew Abel meant well, so he just smiled and gave Abel some head pats. "Gosh, you wouldn't believe how fast Abel can run when chasing a Frisbee..." Fips then mentioned as he walked into the kitchen, his hair disheveled. Isaac walked up to him, immediately demanding a hug. Fips picked him up, and then chuckled: "What're you all looking at by the fridge?" "Eli drew a picture for us!" ,Lawrence smiled Brightly as he said this, while Fips raised a brow, And let Isaac down, much to his unhappiness. Fips walked up to the fridge, examined the picture, and then chuckled:
"That's adorable"
"Exactly what I said!"
Eli was still embarrassed, but at least now he knew he could show his pictures to his family without getting mocked by them.
#children of the corn urban harvest#children of the corn final sacrifice#children of the corn#children of the corn revelation#joshua porter#eli porter#isaac chroner#micah#Mordecai#malachai boardman#Abel#LET'S GO#ANOTHER FANFIC DONE#hehehehe
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Obi-Wan: *summoned to the council at age 28, his Padawan and master both refusing to leave his side when they hear who’s come to the temple to see him for fear of them stealing him away* Alright, let’s do this, what can I help you… all… wow. There sure are a lot of you…
Kenobi Matriarch: O’ben! My sweet little freckled boy, come give your mummy a hug! *pulls him in forcibly so she can kiss his cheeks and pinch them* Oh you are just the cutest! Ernian, isn’t he just cute?
Kenobi Patriarch: Adorable. Are you sure he’s ours, Mimi?
Mimi: Of course I am, a mother always knows. *lets Obi-Wan be dragged into a crowd of redheads so Ernian can introduce him to his four sisters, two brothers and three cousins that took the journey with them, takes the chance to glare at Jinn before grinning and pulling Anakin into her bosom* You must be my baby’s baby, huh? Lookit that blonde hair, so pretty. How old are you, cherry pie?
Anakin: *confused* Um, almost thirteen.
Mimi: Oh, that’s a good age. You look healthy for it, your teacher was a waif at that age, from the pictures we were sent while he was growing up.
Anakin: *knows that Obi-Wan was very paranoid and thin at that age, but not why* Yeah. He’s bigger now. He says he wants to grow a beard.
Mimi: Oh, that’ll be nice. His uncle on his papa’s side has a very nice beard.
Yoda: *comes dottering over* Happy we are, to connect a child to their home past the impressionable age of childhood that can confuse them, but wonder we do, why now?
Mimi: Does he always talk like that? Been doin it since we got here?
Qui-Gon: Heh, yeah, try growing up with him. O’ben used to mock him straight to his face as a kid.
Yoda: Spirit, he has! Gumption!
Qui-Gon: O’ben’s his favorite.
Mimi: He’s everyone’s favorite, from what I’ve heard. Now now, we don’t want to get O’ben all in a tizzy by inviting him to a family gathering, that would just be too much family for him to handle.
Anakin: Master handles parties very well?
Qui-Gon: *puts his hands on Anakin’s shoulders* He /survives/ parties, grandpadawan, he handles them by surviving them.
Mimi: Exactly. Just like my Ernian, from what nice Master Mace tells me.
Qui-Gon: *glares at Mace because he knows damn well her initial glare at him was from Mace’s storytelling*
Mimi: Anyways, a bunch of us had reason to head this way, decided to make it a mini reunion of sorts. Well, more like O’ben’s first time meeting most of them, but listen, my brother and husband and I got a bet to settle once and for all. Which we need to see O’ben to settle it.
Qui-Gon: *loves bets* Oh??
Mimi: Yessiree, we been wondering how many adult fangs O’ben has.
Qui-Gon: …I don’t actually know the answer to that one? He hasn’t bitten me in years.
Mace: He bit me less than two months ago after a spar. I startled him while he was in attack mode, but he was also still in sparring mindset, didn’t make the fangs drop.
Anakin: I’m sorry, what? Master has fangs?
Mimi: Sure does, baby! Alla us do. It’s Stewjoni genetics. See I got a total of eight droppable fangs, and Ernian’s only got four, so all of our kids have had a mix. We’ve even seen five in onea the boys, but he chose to get that one replaced, since it bothered him. We need to know how many fangs O’ben has to settle the bet.
Anakin: *eyes sparkling* How do you drop them?
Mimi: *pulls up her upper lip, and presses down on the gums above her canines on the left side, dropping two sharp fangs* Jus like that, sugar.
Anakin: *firm nod* Okay, I got this. *darts off into the crowd and manages to drag Obi-Wan outta the thick of it, before climbing him till he sighs and sits down, climbs into his lap*
Obi-Wan: *ignoring his cooing and snickering family while his child sits on him* Can I help you, Padawan mine?
Anakin: I wanna see the fangs.
Obi-Wan: *blushes super hard* I… really?
Anakin: Yeah. Your mom has super cool fangs, I want to see yours too.
Obi-Wan: *gives his mom a wary look before sighing, opening his mouth and manually depressing on each section, ignoring the way everyone in the room is watching* See? Not all that interesting.
Anakin: *looks back at Mimi* He has six. Who wins the bet.
Cousin 3: Gimme a minute to do the math for averages- *has the pad in his hands snatched by deft little fingers as Anakin steals it to do his math for him*
Anakin: Average looks like five?
Brother 2: Shit. I threw off the average, didn’t I?
Anakin: Were you the one with only five?
Brother 2: Yeah.
Anakin: Then yes.
Ernian: *fist pump in the air* I win! The pot is mine!
Mimi: *deep sigh, before coming over to sit next to her youngest and who she’s decided is a pretty good grandson* Well, we tried. *pulls a very confused Obi-Wan into her side for a hug* Still, we’ll be on the planet for a few days, it’d be nice to get to know you a bit better.
Obi-Wan: *blushy blushy* Oh, um, okay. That sounds nice. Anakin too?
Mimi: Yeah, O’ben, Anakin too.
Anakin: *snuggling against his master’s shoulder* We should all go to the room of a thousand fountains. It’s bigger. Less crowded. My mom works in the garages, she can come too?
Mimi: *absolutely enchanted with little baby grandson just like Obi-Wan is* Yeah, I’d like to meet her.
#then when they leave finally they actually take Shmi with them#Shmi is gonna end up with Obi’s brother Owen#it’s gonna be cute#star wars#obi wan kenobi#incorrect star wars quotes#anakin skywalker#kenobi mother#kenobi father#OC Kenobi family#it like the weasleys lol they aren’t all redhead on Stewjon but they are all redhead in the clan#bant is gonna be super shy to meet her brothers mom and dad but she gets adopted instantly#Quinlan is immediately labeled a scoundrel and invited to stay forever#when he admits he loves Obi and Obi loves him they demand to be invited to the handfasting#Ernian is pronounced er nin#they are loud and have Scottish accents but southern nicknames#aayla and Anakin are given their first ales with the Kenobi clan it’s like 15% guys wtf#Qui gon is flailing so he tells Tahl and their daughter to come act as buffers lmao#they join in on tossing Qui instead of helping#Grogu crashes the party and now the creche masters have to actively make sure no one kidnaps him on the way out#qui gon jinn#qui gon lives#Kenobi family reunion#Kenobi family#why the kriff do you guys let me write typos#no Shmi ends up in love with Obi’s older brother Cleigg who already has a son Owen lol
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I listened to FOR US a bit too much 🤭
You looked into his pleading eyes. Eyes so mesmerizing yet so sad, filled with tears that were about to spill.
It was the last night you shared with him. You had dodged the talk about ending this romance way too often but now time was up.
„Y/N, please.“
His deep melodic voice turned almost silent, accentuating the importance of his begging pleas.
He cared a lot about you. A lot more than he had anticipated actually. Tae chose every word carefully, asking you once again to consider his proposal.
„I would give it all up…for us.“
You heard him say that a lot the last couple of weeks but you never took him seriously. Why would he give up his life for you?
When you met him you had no idea who he was but that changed quickly. It didn’t take long to figure out that the handsome Korean boy you shared a bed with was a very famous and talented one. The idea of giving it all up seemed even more ridiculous now knowing you were entangled with one of Korea‘s sweethearts.
Tae came to your city to break loose and reinvent himself. He needed a break, a creative adventure to lift his spirits. You had no intention of being his short lived summer romance but you stood no chance. In no universe could you have resisted his charming smile.
Afternoon coffee dates turned into midnight meal courses at the beach, curious glances shifted into passionate kisses under the moonlight and initial feelings grew to a deep and intimate connection.
You always assumed that he felt the same way but would choose to go back to his life. After all, he was a famous musician with a very different life than your own.
You thought back to the first time he proposed the idea of staying with you. It was on one of your stay at home dates - cooking pasta and sipping red wine while jazz music was playing in the background. You ended up dancing in his wooden kitchen, slowly and sensually, enjoying every second of it.
Tae‘s lips found your neck and nibbled on your earlobe.
„I wish I could stay with you.“
Your stomach turned, you didn’t want to think of ending this. You lived in denial, yet loved him in reality.
Tae hugged you tighter, his lips brushing your ear once again.
„You know, y/n, I totally can. I can stay here with you.“
He wanted a loving response from you. He imagined you jumping into his arms and crying from happiness because you wanted nothing more than this, too.
But you didn’t.
You laughed it off and shook your head.
„Tae, are you crazy? You have a whole life waiting for you back home. Don’t be silly.“
He never gave up though. Initially, you thought he was joking. He just wanted to be cute and boyish, right?
But as time went by you understood that he was serious.
Tae was undoubtedly serious about you - he would have given up his whole life only to stay with you.
You thought back to him saying that, you thought back to him calling you his life.
It was after a passionate night in which you had barely slept. Tae kept you up for hours only to worship you over and over again.
He couldn’t get enough of you. He adored your whole body but it was the lower part that drove him wild. He kissed your thighs repeatedly, squeezed your ass every chance he got and disappeared between your legs for eternities.
Tae could be incredibly rough with you, only to be the sweetest and most caring one after. You would lie with each other, his arms wrapped around your body holding you tightly - as if he was afraid you would disappear if he got reckless for even a second. He placed sweet kisses on the crown of your head while sighing deeply.
„I don’t want this to end. I can’t imagine my life without you anymore.“
You looked up into his hazel eyes and smiled sadly. „Tae, you have a life in Korea. Did you forget?“
He chuckled slightly, you felt the vibration in his chest.
„Y/N, has it ever occurred to you that you are my life now?“
It had.
And you thought about it. Could it really work? Could Tae give up his life in Korea and stay with you? What about his career? And his fans? Would he be happy with you here leading a normal life?
You spent endless nights laying awake wondering about all this. You watched him sleep and tried to find an answer to all this, you really wanted him to stay, too.
You changed your mind though when you saw him perform.
Tae‘s demeanor changed, he was overflowing with happiness. He owned every stage, crowds hanging on his lips, admiring him for all that he was.
Undoubtedly he was destined to be a performer, an artist. Someone that thrived creatively, not someone that led a normal, boring life.
You couldn’t take that away from him. Or the world.
He would resent you for it in the long run anyway. You didn’t want him to hate you in the future because you terminated his career, his lifeline.
You couldn’t tell him though, he wouldn’t have accepted this as a reason. He was way too stubborn for his own good.
So you lied.
„Tae, listen. It was nice to know you and it breaks my heart but you need to go back. Let’s keep these precious memories in our hearts and be grateful. But life goes on, doesn’t it?“
#mykoreanlove#v#bts taehyung#kim taehyung x you#taehyung x reader#taehyung x y/n#taehyung x you#kim taehyung#v x reader#kim taehyung x reader#taehyung#bts v x reader#bts x reader#bts x fem!reader#bts x y/n#bts x you#bts hard thoughts#bts hard hours#v x you#layover#fanfic#kpop smut#creative writing#fanfiction#bts imagines#taehyung imagine#taehyung smut#taehyung angst#kpop fanfic#bts smut
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Hi hii can I request for viral hit boys x gyaru/beauty + fashion influencer? Gender neutral reader if possible!
I think the idea of them (esp Taehun) will be rlly interesting and cute! Thankyou!
Them Dating A Beauty and Fashion Newtuber.
GN Reader.
Requested.
Masterlist.
Request Rules.
Characters: Seongjun Baek, Taehun Seong, Yeonu Ji.
Seongjun Baek:
A chef newtuber and a fashion + beauty newtuber dating?
It was definitely a hectik when everyone found out that the famous Seongjun Baek and [Name] [L.Name] are dating.
But it also lead to fans asking the both of you if you can appear at each other videos more often.
Which you both did.
He appeared on your channel first, mostly doing his makeup.
Which lead to a lot of "I wish it was me" comments from the fans.
You would use Seongjun as a face example for your videos like a lot.
And whenever you two go out, you would always make sure Seongjun goes out with a style.
You would always style his dress and he just goes along with it.
And you would style his hair a lot, pig tails, ponytails, and a lot of hairstyles.
He doesn't mind being pampered by his very own fashion designer.
Seongjun would always watch your videos, always in awestruck at your skills, and what you can do with a brush.
He would take you out for shopping and would help you looking at some makeup sets.
Or a new set of clothing.
He would spoil the hell of you.
You wanted that new set of makeup kit? He got it for you.
That new brushes? He has it for you ready.
That new Gucci shoes? Well he already bough it.
He will buy literally anything for you, if it helps your dream.
Taehun Seong:
Oooohhh! This boy!
Your absolute of an boyfriend was the perfect modal for your make up and stylish clothing.
Considering this bastard is one hell of a devilish boyfriend, so it wasn't a wonder on why he was chosen.
You would post videos on doing his makeup and it gained a lot of views, and you would use that of course to your advantage but you had a limit.
Considering there were many people who wanted to be Taehun's partner which made you jealous.
Which he teased you about but also reassured you.
Even when you don't video to film. You would still be practicing on him.
You sitting on his lap as you did his make up
He would sometimes tease you, especially when he's looking at you with a smoky look leaving you flustered.
And his clothing?
We can see that he dress simple but of course, you being you. You would style the hell of his clothing.
Telling him to wear what you recommended and over time, he would wear what you told him looks good on him.
After all, he would trust his partner when it comes to a good fashion sense.
Even though when you two first met, he teased you about it.
He really didn't understand anything about you.
Taehun thought makeup was weird.
He always thought why you would put paint on your face?
But after seeing on how you enjoyed it and it brought you happiness.
It made him understand about makeup a little bit more.
Because to be honest, thanks to you. You made him much more hotter, so it was much more easier to tease and fluster you.
Yeonu Ji:
This boy doesn't really know a lot about fashion, he only chose simple clothing just like Taehun.
So when he started dating you, his closet was full of clothing that you picked out for him.
You helped him style his clothing and would practice your makeup skills on him.
He likes being your model, he likes to see what you could do next.
And you two dated after he quit Newtube, finally being to do what he wants.
The first thing he did, was of course, dated you.
You would have Yeonu sometimes on your channel but only if he wanted to.
Considering he never really wanted it.
It always amazes him what you can do with makeup skills and fashion sense of style.
He was always curious and would sometimes watch you put on your makeup.
There was one time actually, where he wanted to do your makeup.
And it wasn't bad when he finished. Of course, you posted it on the internet.
And your fashion style?
Holy shit, it amazes what you can pair the type of clothing you have.
Like you wear something muted colors today and the next, you wear something bright.
And your shoes? He didn't know that those type of hands existed!
In overall, he's just amazed by what you do.
#🌙moonbyulsstuff works#requested#gender neutral reader#gn reader#x gender neutral reader#headcanons#webtoon#x gn reader#taehun seong#seongjun baek#yeonu ji#viral hit#how to fight#viral hit x gn reader#how to fight x gn reader
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Can you say more on Nuala/Lucienne technically being canon? I haven’t gotten there in the comics yet but I’d love to know more
Of course!
I would love to elaborate.
Spoilers for early "The Dreaming" run (1996-2001)
First and foremost, it is important to note that there is a difference about what is considered canon in "The Sandman" universe. If you ask DC, the entire "Sandman Universe" is Sandman canon, however Neil considers canon only what he has wrote, meaning the 10 original volumes, Overture, The Dream Hunters and Endless Nights. Majority of the fandom henceforth also only considers canon what Neil considers canon.
This is what I mean by technically canon because "The Dreaming" was not written by Neil, but it's still part of DC supposed canon. And in Nuala and Lucien "develop" a relationship in "The Dreaming".
I am not a big fan of their dynamic and in general any portrayal of Nuala, outside of Neil's and I am highly critical of it. I do not support Nuala and Lucien's relationship from that standpoint, because as mentioned in a previous ask, for me to enjoy any Nuala dynamic, the dynamic should not change her fundamentally to make it stick. The authors of "The Dreaming" however grossly misinterpreted her character and made her...into something that makes me seeth with anger.
I will give you the shortened version of it and will attach some panels, so you don't waste your time:
In "The Dreaming," Nuala explores the Waking World in her "real" form, and she is not very happy. She meets Cluracan, some irrelevant shenanigans ensue in which Lucien falls in love with a human woman I believe (it's painfully bizzare) and once this woman dies, they kind of make it seem like Lucien SETTLES for Nuala, there is simply no better way to explain it. On Nuala's side, she falls in love with Lucien because she shows her a bit of attention, and after the plot irrelevant shenanigans, she REVERTED BACK TO HER GLAMOUR! Because idk why...AND THE PENDENT...they made her destroy the pendent Morpheus bestowed her. Like...a whole mess, really
So in "the Dreaming" Nuala becomes this insecure, small, sad woman that reverts back to her old ways for sliver of the attention of a man, who only chose her because his human love died. And that is weird for Lucien too, because Lucien belongs with his work husband Mervyn the Pumpkin and Lucien and Mervyn are married (I can go into detail about that some other time).
And that is so wrong, it fundamentally misinterprets and strips everything Neil wrote from a very intricetly written character.
The new run of "The Dreaming" does not fare better. It misinterprets her in COMPLETELY new ways. I also have to note that "The Dreaming" run really soured the possibilities of this ship for me. But I am a very free for all person. I think that a cute ship with Lucien is plausible. Very low chances of canonality in the show, but plausible.
I will be honest of course and say that neither Lucienne, nor Nuala are my first choices for each other, as Lucienne with Gault and Lucienne with Mervyn are equally very important to my health, however, I think it's cute.
As I've said before, they read cute girlypop books and make flowercrowns together.
Those are all my thoughts really on that!
If I can be of anymore help, my asks are open 🫧
Love,
Li 🪷
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