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prophetszendo · 6 months

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How the birds fly (Pt. 1)

Content warning: attempted suicide, very negative thoughts. Only read if you are in the right mindset

Summary: the adventuring life took a toll on you, and you face your feelings on a nightly walk

Pairing: Astarion/you (no use of pronouns or y/n)

Word count: 2.7k

Tags: hurt/comfort, kissing, I guess fluff?, I am horrible at tagging please forgive me

About the dialogs: they are in two different "-marks, because my program uses my native language as default. And as I'm not a native speaker, feel free to point out typos, or simply weird sentences. I aim to be better with English.

It was a very long day. You finally made camp after walking for half a day, defending yourselves against an ambush, then gettinf lost in some woods. You ended up in a clearing, somewhere up in a mountain. You were not even sure anymore that you were heading to the right direction.

Setting up camp always came with it’s duties. One of it was collecting wood for a fire so someone can make the only meal you usually eat a day. Today, you were on wood and branch duty. As if it wasn’t me nearly always – you thought to yourself. Everyone clearly preferred not doing it. It was a long task and if unsuccesful, the bearer could be blamed. They didn’t went far enough, didn’t look hard enough.

Of course, everyone was on edge by now. The tadpoles in your head, the waiting, the constant danger looming over all of you created this snappy and sarcastic environment. They never really meant any of it, it was just a way to let off some steam.

You tried to not think about any of it while you picked up another piece of wood. Somewhere in the distance you heard some birds rustling, chirping, and then flying away. You tried to look through the trees surrounding you to see their siluettes in the dawn, but they were far away.

Once you deemed you had enough wood, you headed back. You heard the camp from far away. Your companions talked loudly, as if they were in a tavern, not on some mountain in the middle of nowhere.

This used to make you smile. You used to think there was at least once place you could remotely call warm and home. Right now it just felt distant.

„I’m back” you announced. Your companions looked up in sync, and in agreement, they took all of it from you and started making a fire to cook. Everyone, except Astarion.

He had this game with you. Sometimes he gave you attention, and other times, like this, as if you were thin air. Which you probably wouldn’t have cared about that much, if only you didn’t have feelings for him for a time now. When he gave you his attention, it was simply heavenly. Great flirtatous talks, teasing words, maybe a few stolen moments alone, or a drink for him, from you. They were cherished by you.

You sighed as you sat down, watching the others get lost in the chaos of collecting the ingredients for dinner.

Gods, you felt alone.

Later, when it was already late at night, you lied in your tent, wide awake. You were exhausted, yet dreams evaded you. Maybe for the better – you thought to yourself. Since the tadpoles, they were confusing, and you couldn’t get the proper rest and awoke feeling tried.

You decided to take a walk. Maybe moving around could make you a bit more sleepy. You decided to take the same route you used for collecting wood. At least you had an idea where you were there, and where was camp.

It was a very clear night, the moon was also full and shining bright. So bright, that it nearly dimmed all of the stars.

You zoned out while walking. When you came to, you noticed a cliff. You decided to take a rest there, and using what light tbe moon provides to just sit and watch.

There was a branch conveniently a few meters from the edge of the cliff.

In the distance, you heard and owl making noise. The next moment, it flew above you, and into the horizon.

You always wanted to fly. It seemed so free. From everything. Let it be the ground that was under you, or the burden of everyday life.

Not that you had a big burden back in Baldur’s Gate. It was the opposite, really. Everyday was the same. It grew dull overtime. Yet you couldn’t find anything motivating enough to change it. You were prepared to grow old, doing the same thing. You also had trouble bonding with people there. Not that you didn’t try, the friendships just always seemed to wither away with time. And the tavern buddies slowly all stopped showing up, until you were sitting by yourself, drinking some cheap ale.

Originally you thought of this tadpole event to be the push you needed to finally change your life around for the better. Learn new skills, like how to set up camp, survive on your own, decide which berry is edible. Make great friends for life – if you make it out alive. You were positive at the start that you would. You took on every challenge, helped every person that came your way, moved every rock to find a cure.

The others started to see you as their leader. It made you happy, gave you a purpose.

Until it became too much. You had to make the hard choices: who to side with? Which lead to follow? Kill someone and be sure they won’t spill your plan to the enemy, or let them live and be hopeful that they will be true to their promise?

It didn’t help that everyone had opinions, which they didn’t hesitate to share. And someone always disapproved, and it was on you.

And seemingly only you had nothing personal to solve. Everyone had a life, a purpose, a big enemy, an end goal. A reason to get the tadpole out. What waited for you after the adventure was just... grey. As it was before.

You sometimes wished this adventure would never end. You liked being around everyone. Karlach’s happy demeanor, how she seemed to be excitied for everything. Lae’zel and Shadowheart’s conflicts did bring some tension, but it always turned out well in the end. Gale and his magical hunger made you slightly amused: who actually eats boots? Not to mention Wyll, Halsin or Volo.

Astarion. Obviously, he was the star of the group. For you, at least. You loved how he liked deception and mocking people. You loved hearing his sweet words, especially when one of those were your name. You loved, when he opened up a little about himself. How life was for him as a spawn. It twisted your heart to hear him struggle, and you tried to help any way you could. Basically blidly following if he had a suggestion, even claiming it was your idea, if the others asked.

You believed your feelings became obvious for the others some time ago. You overheard them talk, then suddenly go silent when they saw you. Your name was whisperes silently along with Astarion’s a few times, but you were never included in those conversations.

You stood up, and took a few steps ahead, while fixing your gaze on the stars. They looked beautiful, like tiny little lanters far in the sky.

Like how the blood splattered from the goblin you killed today.

The image suddenly invaded your mind, and you now all you saw in the sky was bloodshed and violence. You didn’t want to end their life, it seemed pointless. They didn’t even seem so evil, just like a few pawns in the bigger game.

You tried to redirect your thoughts, so you thought about something else. More precisely, someone else. His silverish hair, eyes so sharp, that they see into your soul, his vampire smile he only shows with you.

Usually these pictures comfort you, but how Astarion had been acting lately, you just felt more invisible, even smaller.

Yes, invisible. You found the right word. As if you were hidden behind your responsibilities and decisions. As if your opinions, emotions did not matter anymore. Because you will do all the hard stuff, let it be collecting wood, taking the blame, or deciding to let someone bleed out or end their suffering.

They probably haven’t even noticed just how much you had on your shoulders.

Would they notice if you were gone?

You took a few steps closer to the cliff. You wondered what could be on the bottom. Maybe the river you passed recently? Or was that on the other side? Maybe a few boulders.

The memory of the birds you heard today flashed i ro your mind. You really did want to feel free, like how they were flying away from you.

You stood on the edge. The front of your feet were not even on the ground anymore. The moon didn’t give enough light to see what was on thr bottom. It seemed like a dark pit, that could just swallow you whole.

You felt something cold on your face. You realized that while you were lost in your thoughts, you started crying.

You never faced your raw feelings before. Maybe that’s why. Or because you finally made a decision. One, that would make sure you never ever had to make anymore.

„I always wanted to try flying...” you whispered in front of you, into the abyss.

You closed your eyes, and put your arms out, imitating wings. You shifted your weight, and started to fall forward...

...and with a suddend yank, you fell back, onto something warm.

You were confused, and it took you a few seconds to realize what happened. Sounds slowly made it to your ear, and the little light into your eyes.

„Fuck, dammit, you... No, it’s not your fault, I’m sorry, but shit, I can’t believe... Do you know what you were doing?!”

A voice came from under and behind you. It was rambling, sounding very distraught. Maybe even scared.

You turned around, still a bit lightheaded from the shock of falling backwards. Your eyes met a very familiar pair of scarlet eyes.

Astarion.

He was panting, as if he ran from camp all the way here. But you doubted it, he wouldn’t run after you. Maybe he noticed you were gone?

Suddenly, he hugged you tightly. His fingers dug into you, as if you could just float away anytime from his grasp. He felt warm, which was unusual to you. But truth be told, he never held you like this before.

He struggled breathing. He didn’t need to get air, which just added to the list of strange things happening. Maybe you actually fell and now living in just a fantasy?

But no, you slowly started to hear soft sniffles with the breathing. Astarion was... Sobbing.

„I’m... So, so sorry” he said, making eyecontact again. You noticed tears forming in his eyes.

You were at a loss for words. You finally pieced together what happened. Astarion saved you in the last second, and he was clearly distraught by what happened.

You felt guilty.

„What happened?” Astarion asked with a soft voice. You looked away, not being able to make a sound. You yearned to share your feelings with him, but there seemed to be no proper words to use. Nor a voice to say anything with.

„You... You’re so strong. What happened? What did we... What did I miss?”

The correction in his sentence made you heart flutter and ache at the same time. He clearly was very caring towards you, but you feared it was just one of those times and that it would never last longer than a few days.

„I’m...” you stuttered. Your voice felt like it wasn’t yours. You had to put all your strength into forming just a few words. „...not...strong...”

Astarion looked at you, with immense worry. You couldn’t say more now, and you felt like you couldn’t speak again for a long time.

You tugged on his tadpole, inviting him for a visit in your mind. You previously all agreed in the group, that you give everyone the privacy of their own mind, so you opening a way into yours was unusual.

You gave him a faint smile. You tried to put encouragement into it. He closed his eyes, and stepped through the door into your memories and feelings.

You showed him everything. How life was for you in Baldur’s Gate, and just how miserable you felt. How the initial excitement of this adventure turned into a daily torture of decisions, where there was no right answer, responsibilities which were crushing you, and the constant judgement of others.

You showed him the rollercoaster of feelings his actions caused. The hope you cradled for so much time, the longing you felt for him. The pain you felt everytime it seemed like he was just toying with you.

You shared how ready you were to let things end.

As he experienced your feelings, his arm grew even tighter around you, and he slowly buried his wet face into your neck.

After you showed him everything, he pulled out of your mind. He lifted his head, but only so much that his mouth was to your ear.

„You’re so much stronger than I thought you to be, darling” he whispered. „I never knew you struggled so much. You always seemed so sure, you... You never took any shit. You seemed so brave and determined.”

He gulped, and took a deep breath. He slowly lifted his head fully, to be face to face with you.

„I guess... I never thought about how it affects you. It was so easy following what you say, letting you decide on every crossroad. And it was so easy... Blaming you, if something went south. We... I should’ve stopped to think about you. And how you feel.”

Tears started forming again. He took another shaky breath, and tried to quickly blink them away.

„I always took you for granted. A strong leader, who is always there. And not just there...”

He looked down. You saw a single teardrop sneaking over his cheek. You never saw him this vulnerable before.

„I took you granted in a more... personal way too. Now that I saw myself through your eyes, I understand. Gods, I was such an asshole with you.”

He paused for a moment, as if searching for words. He opened his mouth, but closed it back soon. You sat in silence for a bit. You didn’t mind.

For the first time, you felt seen.

„I was scared of my own feelings” Astarion said suddenly. You sligthly raised your eyebrows, suggesting suprise. His own feelings?

„Yes. The ones I have for you.”

Your stomach filled up with butterflies. Did you hear that correctly? You couldn’t do anything, but blink at him.

„Whenever I realized just how much I care about you, I pushed you away. In my past, caring about someone meant you had another exploitable weak spot. Someone they could hurt to hurt you. And I didn’t want anyone to hurt you. So I pushed you away, since if I’m cold towards you, noone will think anything of you.”

He chuckled a little.

„But I could never keep it up for long. Because I missed you, Gods I missed you so much, even when you were right beside me, covering my back in a battle, sleeping just a few tents away. And yet, I kept missing you so much, it hurt. And now that I see, just how much it hurt you, I regret it so, incredibly much. We could have had sweet stolen moments together, if only I was less stubborn, and looked out for you a little more.”

Astarion looked utterly defeated and sad. You felt the truth in his words, and it was something you only ever dreamed of. You raised your hand to caress his cheek. He gave you one of those vampire smiles that made your knees weak.

He lifted both his hands, and held your face just under your ears. He pulled you closer to himself, and out your foreheads together. It was a very intimate moment.

„I think I fell in love with you” he whispered so silently, you barely heard it. But you did. And it gave your voice back.

„I fell in love with you, too” you said, giving him the first real smile since you were here.

He slowly leaned closer to you. You closed your eyes, and got lost in the moment.

And then... He kissed you.

#astarion bg3 #astarion x you #astarion fanfic #astarion x reader #astarion #astarion ancunin #hurt/comfort #kiss #astarion x tav

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herlv3r · 2 months

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୨୧ synopsis: as le sserafim’s comeback had just released, your girlfriend is extremely busy with promotions and is under strict supervision. her managers have clearly warned you to stay away for the time being, but is that really going to stop you?

୨୧ pairing: gf!chaewon x fem!reader

୨୧ genre: fluff

୨୧ a/n: stream fimmies new mini album or else i WILL hunt you down

you grip on your fimbong as anticipation builds up in you like you’re about to explode. sitting in front of your tv, the screen counts down from its final minute. as the countdown nears its end, you can’t help but to stand up, adrenaline filling your veins.

even though your girlfriend already spoiled you their new song, you can’t help the excitement as if you’re hearing it for the first time all over again.

memories begin rushing in from when she first auditioned for woollim entertainment, then her time with izone, and finally le sserafim. you were there with her every step of the way. to say how proud you are is really an understatement.

your eyes gleam seeing chaewon’s outstanding visuals. and hearing her sing through the screen blesses your ears. how’d you get so lucky with her?

your phone rings violently as a call from chaewon comes through. answering it, a soft voice warms your ears.

“babe did you watch?!?” excitement is evident in her tone. you giggle at her question when it’s obvious you did. “of course i did! i wouldn’t miss even a second of it.”

you hear her small laugh amidst the busy background. “okay i gotta prepare for the showcase. i love you and i miss you.” your stomach fills with butterflies hearing those words escape her mouth. “good luck! i’ll be cheering for you.”

every comeback is always filled with busy schedules and strict rules. you can’t even remember the last time you’ve held her in your arms. you know dating a kpop idol comes with an unspoken requirement of being patient but you long for her.

the last time you attempted to see her during promotions got you banned from stepping in their dorms. as much as you want to see her, you have to do what’s best for your girlfriend.

hours past since the showcase and you haven’t heard anything from chaewon ever since. slumping in your seat, your brows drew together thinking heavily on what she could be doing at the moment.

suddenly a text notification causes your phone to vibrate. “i want to see you. pick me up at my dorm?” that burst of adrenaline comes rushing back to you, as you read word by word. excitedly getting up and gathering everything you need, you rush out the door without looking back.

who cares if you get banned again, it's worth the risk. after all, it's her personal request. how can you pass on something like that?

pulling up to her dorm, you hurriedly park and skipped your way to her room. once reaching her floor, you make eye contact with chaewon, her eyes widen in shock. the dumb smile on your face is quickly replaced with a terrified expression after realizing she's talking to her manager.

making the fastest u-turn in your life, you rush back down the stairs nearly tripping in the process. panting for air, you arrive back at the lobby searching for a place to hide.

several minutes past and you've finally calmed down. that was a close call you thought. as you slowly peek over your hiding place, a hard slap stings your head. looking back to see who it was, you're met with chewon glaring down at you. without saying a word, the expression on her face clearly says, "you're such a dumbass."

swiftly standing up, you engulf her in your arms as you squeeze the air out of her. "chaechae i missed you!!" in response, she pinches your waist causing you to squeal and back away.

attempting to rub the pain away, you look at her in confusion. why is she so violent today? has she finally lost it?

"god that was a close call. if my manager saw you first then our whole sneaking out plan is over." you swear you can see steam escaping from the top of her head as she complains.

tilting your head down, a sly smile forms on your lips. "but he didn't see me, so it's all good." she scoffs at you, rolling her eyes and taking your hand in hers. "come on let's go before we get caught." she drags you behind her as she sneakily makes her way back to your car.

you've been aimlessly driving for the past couple of minutes, unsure if chaewon even notices. you weren't expecting a spontaneous hang out today, so you were severely unprepared.

you're terrible at hiding things from her especially with the occasional side eyes you've been giving. she eventually catches on to you.

"how about a convenience store run, just like old times?" pursing your lips you glance at her as if you already had that thought. "pfft, yeah i was already heading there."

"but you just missed the turn..." staring at you, she furrows her eyebrows. "babe i can't see, it's dark out here." out of habit she smacks your arm causing you to swerve a little bit. too busy laughing uncontrollably to even notice.

arriving at the parking lot, you instruct chaewon to stay in the car hoping to avoid any unwanted attention.

walking in the store, you can't help but feel a little guilty. it's such a big day for chaewon but the only thing you can give her is cheap food. still, it's no excuse to not try to make the best out of the night.

making your way down several isles you surprisingly bump into chaewon already picking out items. stopping in your tracks, you cross your arms and tap your feet in disbelief. you cough deliberately, attempting to gain her attention.

"pfft, what?" she doesn't even bother looking at you. "what do you mean, 'what'?" slowly approaching her, you snatch the kimbap she was holding. quickly turning her head, she raises a brow.

"babe you're such a hypocrite. you got mad at me earlier for almost getting caught but look at you now." she snatches the kimbap back from your grasp. "it's okay, i'm covered up good."

finally acknowledging your disappointed look, she squeezes your cheeks. "baby i'm sorry. i'll be careful." giving in to her soft touch, you let it slide. how can you possibly get mad at her?

luckily you were able to leave without anyone recognizing your girlfriend. you wouldn't know what to do if someone did.

getting in the drivers seat, you're hit with realization of not knowing where to go next. resting your head on the steering wheel, you release an exasperated sigh as you struggle to think of a destination.

"make a right turn and take the next exit."

shooting your head up, you stare at the gps. confused as to why it spoke. your gaze shifts back and forth between chaewon and the route displayed on the car's screen, wondering if she had anything to do with it.

chaewon smiles as she comfortably sinks in her seat, "just drive baby." you study her expression, suspicious of her little scheme. "mhm... should i trust you?" the blank expression sitting on her face hints at you to just go without question. you nod in defeat and turned on the engine.

for what seemed like 30 minutes, you're starting to doubt your gps when it leads you to an isolated road. the only source of light that's surrounding you is the brightness of your headlights. it's like you're in a horror movie where you encounter an eerie girl standing on the side of the road.

an uneasy feeling in your stomach begins to stir just by thinking about it. you quickly glace at chaewon whose face is as pale as snow. "you good? you don't usually look as white." she grips on to her thighs and swallows hard. "why wouldn't i be? hehe..."

you knew what she felt at the moment. she's scared shitless. your heart starts to beat . "hey you can't be scared?! because i'm scared... we can't both be scared!"

her grasp transfers from her thigh to your shirt. "girl, just drive!" you immediately step on the gas without a second thought.

"you have arrived. your destination should be on the left." pulling up to a secluded area, a single bench facing a cliff sits under a soft lit lamp post. not creepy at all...

"welp, ladies first," you laugh awkwardly as you unlock the doors. she shook her head in disagreement. "what, you can't do that! you took me here." you lifted an eyebrow and crossed your arms.

"don't make me go out there first, please baby," the look in chaewon’s eyes has you completely entranced. heat rushes to your face, staining it red. it took you a moment to form a response. “you’re a coward,” you murmured.

you push your car door open and hopped out. stepping foot on the rocky ground, the cool evening breeze sends shivers down your spine. you felt vulnerable being outside the walls of your car. in a snap you hurriedly ran to the other side to open the door for your girlfriend.

chaewon steps out and gently pats your cheeks as a thanks. “okay come with me.” she interlocks your fingers, leaving you no choice but to follow.

as you slowly approach the edge of the cliff, the view of the city lights comes into sight, leaving you mesmerized. who knew such a place existed that overlooks the city. chaewon lets go of your hand, letting you take in the scenery.

gawking for too long, you didn’t even notice the feeling of fear had completely washed away. discovering chaewon’s slipped away from your side, you promptly turned around only to see her resting on the bench behind you. she pats the empty space beside her gesturing you to sit down.

“so how’d you know about this place?” you drop your weight on the old wooden material. chaewon shifts closer to you and rests her head on your shoulder.

“i used to come here a lot with my grandma. we’d clear our heads and just talk.” you’re left speechless as you figure out where this is heading. “i wanted to share it with you for awhile now.” your heart softens at her words, realizing you occupy a special place in her heart.

you chuckle as you start playing with her hair, "thank you."

you both sit in comfortable silence just admiring the night sky. after a short while, you felt chaewon's grip on your hand loosen. turning your head to look at her, her eyes completely closed as her chest rises and falls.

looking at the time, it's nearing 1 in the morning. she must be exhausted after such a busy day. you can't even imagine what she'll have to go through later.

you lightly squeeze her, attempting to not startle her. "baby let's take you home yeah?" she groans in response with her eyes still glued shut.

crouching down, you force her to get on your back. you carried her back to the car and gently placed her in the passenger seat. you slowly walked back to the drivers side, taking in the view one last time. bringing her back here for your anniversary would be lovely, you thought.

as you comfortably sunk in your seat, you removed your jacket and wrapped it around chaewon's small figure. she shifts in her spot, turning in your direction giving you a tired smile.

"i'm sorry, did i wake you?" you rub her cheek with your thumb. she timidly shakes her head no.

"if i had known you'd take me here, i would've prepared much more." she chuckles at your statement. "don't be silly, being here with you is more than enough." shutting her eyes again, she falls back asleep. releasing a satisfied hum, you start the engine once again.

the streetlights illuminated the quiet streets and cars sat empty in parking lots. parking in front of her building, you sat there admiring how peaceful and cute she looked.

you shook her softly, "chaewonie we’re here." she yawns heavily and stretches in her seat. rubbing her cheeks, she slowly opens her eyes taking in her surroundings. taking hold of her soft hand, you walk her inside.

arriving at her front door, she turns to you with her head down. "i don't want you to leave... stay with me a little longer?" she tightly clutches on the hem of your shirt. "please?"

without warning, the door bursts open revealing a fully awake eunchae. she looks at you and chaewon cringing. "damn guys it's late. wrap it up please."

"isn't it past your bed time?" chaewon lifts a brow. eunchae crosses her arms as she leans against the door frame. "do you want me to rat you out."

chaewon's eyes widen at eunchae's response. lifting a fist in the air, she makes a threatening gesture. "i'm your leader, you can't tell me what to do." she pushes eunchae back inside, shutting the door at her face.

rubbing your eyes, you can't help but laugh at their interaction. "what's so funny?" she nudges you. tucking her hair behind her ear, you sigh in contentment. "you're so cute, you know that?" she shyly giggles at your compliment.

wrapping her arms around your waist, she pulls you into her embrace. "well you better go in before she comes back out." moving her hands from your waist to your neck, she brings you in and pecks your lips.

a stupid grin forms on the corner of your lip, "do it again." she laughs at your request. connecting your lips once again, it lasts longer this time. her hands explore your back, drawing you even closer. this is what you longed for.

"maybe i should stay for a bit," you whisper into the kiss. pulling away chuckling, she punches your shoulder. "shut up and go home."

opening the door, she finds eunchae waiting, mocking her with kissy faces. "omg eunchae! didn't i tell you to go to sleep?!" you can hear eunchae hysterically laughing on the other side as she makes a run for her room.

your girlfriend turns back to you, pinching the bridge of her nose. "ugh, kids..."

"text me when you get home and as soon as you wake up. i love you and drive safe. good night my lover girl~" peeking throught the small gap of her door she gives you a cheeky smile.

"i love you too. good night~" leaning in, you shut the door for her.

#le sserafim #le sserafim x reader #kim chaewon #kim chaewon x reader #wlw #kpop #kim chaewon imagines #le sserafim imagines #lsrfm #gxg fluff #gxg scenarios #kpop fanfic

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velvetydream · 2 months

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꒰ :🥀 [ Close to heaven ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : After a long day at work, you come home to your darling girlfriend who is ready to treat you just right.

Pairing : Service! Sub! Furina x Soft! Dom! Fem! Reader

Word count : 3735 Words

Genre : Explicit smut with a plot (Men and Minors DNI)

Warnings ➵ Spoilers for Furinas Quest

Content ➵ Praise kink, Fingering, Mommy kink

Cunnilingus, Pussy drunk Furina

a/n : This woman makes me go feral fr-

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Groaning annoyed when the key misses the keyhole, fumbling around with it for a few seconds, your bag slowly sliding off your shoulder, heaving it up again. Luckily your dear girlfriend heard your misery at the door and opened it for you. Greeting her with a soft smile you enter, handing her your bag to take your shoes off, before embracing her in a tight hug.

"What a hard day today, Neuvilette made me run across the whole city, Clorinde decided to have training in the afternoon and hit me pretty hard once and then I had to encounter some rude civils and calm their fight down. Hope your day was better." Your chin was softly resting on Furina's shoulder, who was softly rubbing your back listening to your every word. "My day was great mon chérie, how about we eat and then take a bath? I think you deserve that!" Taking your hand in her softly, Furina starts to pull you into the kitchen, presenting the food she made. Pasta with some sauce. It made you giggle, the person that was once a great archon was merely able to cook some pasta and sauce. "Thank you dear, I appreciate you cooking." Pressing a kiss to her temple as she hands you a plate, noticing the immediate red hue on her face. "Haha! O-Of course, what a girlfriend I'd be if I don't cook for you when you work!" Sitting down opposite each other at the table now, Furina tells you all about her day.

How she was practicing her newest script for a new movie currently, asking you to help her recite this weekend when you were off work that day. Or how she went to get some groceries and ran across this cute lost dog and helped bring it back to its owners. You loved listening to Furina ramble on about her day, it was one of the few times she didn't try to act so confident, she seemed so much like herself right now.

"Oh, and I heard Mondstadt would soon be celebrating an event called Windblume Festival and I would love to travel there! Would you be able to accompany me?" Looking up with hopeful and sparkling eyes, how could you say no to her like this? "I suppose I can ask for a few days off when that time comes around." Watching her smile grow as she claps her hands, ranting about how amazing that trip will be and that she is so excited to finally see Mondstadt. Having been to Liyue just recently over the Laterne Rite Festival.

After finishing dinner, Furina asks you to quickly clean the plates while she prepares a bath for the both of you, rushing out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the master bedroom which was connected to the big bathroom. Smiling to yourself at her enthusiasm, you pick up the plates and start to clean them at the sink, drying them afterward and putting everything back in its place. Since Furina hasn't called yet, you put the food in containers and away to be able to eat it later. Just as you close the door, Furina calls you from the bedroom.

Making your way up the stairs now after turning off the light, Furina is waiting in your bedroom for you, taking your hand and pulling you into the bathroom. The big light was off, and only a small lamp was on, casting warm light through the room, accompanied by some candles. The bath was steaming slightly, bubbles were covering the whole water along with some red rose petals. Fluffy towels were lying beside the bathtub ready to be used after the relaxing bath.

"Oh mon belle, you didn't have to do all this!" Hugging Furina's small waist now, your chin softly rests on her shoulder as you watch her. Her face was adorned by a red hue yet again, you always had this effect on her. Every little thing you did had her stammering and red in the face, it was truly adorable to see. "O-Oh I just wanted to make you relax even more! You work so hard!" She was trying to play it off again right now like she always does, making you chuckle. "Of course, aren't you such a good girl for me?" Whispering in her ear, before softly pressing a kiss to her neck, making her whole body shudder.

"Well! Let's get into the bath before it gets cold!" Shrugging off your jacket now, before unbuttoning your shirt, eyes going over to Furina every now and then, watching her hesitatingly get out of her clothes. While you had seen her a few times naked already and also been intimate, she always felt shy at first all over again. "You can get into the bath first, I'll keep my back to you, don't worry." Turning your head to the front again now, you know she is smiling at you right now and silently saying thank you. After getting rid of the rest of your clothes, you can hear the water splashing slightly before Furina announces you can join her now.

Turning to her, she looks at you for a split second, before avoiding your eyes again, pulling her legs to her chest. Climbing in behind her softly, you lean forward slightly, looking at her. "May I hug you?" Glancing at you from the corner of her eyes, she nods and you don't waste time laying your arms around her waist and pulling her close to yourself, your chest now pressed against her back. "So what have you planned for tomorrow? It's my day off, we could spend it together." Trying to help her calm down again, you simply started talking about tomorrow and slowly she noticeably started to relax. "We could maybe go shopping and get cake? We haven't done that in a long time! And maybe we can watch a movie in the evening!" Furina was resting her head on your shoulder right now, her fingers softly playing with yours. It was a habit of hers she picked up quite at the start of your relationship, it helped her relax. "Sure, whatever you desire mon chérie." Pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, she softly giggles, it was so adorable how she always seemed to get butterflies in her stomach all over with you, but it wasn't different for you. Being with her was the best decision you ever had made, she was an angel, she helped you so much and showed how much she too loved you.

"I love you so much, you know that right? Thank you so much for this today." Nuzzling your face into the crook of her neck now, inhaling her scent. She always smelled a bit like the sea, yet something sweet accompanied that scent, probably from all the sweets she eats all day. "I love you too! I'm glad you enjoyed this, I tried my best to help you relax.." Furina always tended to feel rather insecure, you guessed it was bound to be like this after everything that had happened to her, so you always tried your best to reassure her. "You did amazing, being good for me like always~" Pressing a kiss to her neck where your face was resting, you could feel her shiver again, tensing up slightly.

"Is it okay if I touch you?" Whispering in her ear now, your hand softly caressing the back of her hand that was holding yours. She wanted to mention how you were touching her already, but one glance at your face showed her what exactly you meant. Nodding softly, she averted her head to the side, only to have it pushed back softly to look into your eyes. "You know I want you to use your words, darling." Your voice sounded soft, yet firm, Furina knew you were keen on her voicing her consent and wants to you. "You may touch me.. please touch me.." Looking into your eyes pleadingly now, waiting for you to make a move. Smiling at her pleased, your lips find hers in a soft kiss. For now, your hands are softly gliding over her sides, making her shudder from the soft almost ticklish touch. Her lips were moving against yours softly and a bit shy at first, but the longer the kiss went on, the more brave she became. Opening her mouth slightly as an invitation for you, which you did not hesitate to accept.

Your hands slowly glided over her body and inched further up, cupping her breasts softly, which caused Furina to let out a soft gasp against your lips. Giving her chest a soft squeeze for now, your lips start to trail over her chin, to her jaw, and down the side of her neck, before stopping at her shoulder. Furina was leaning her head against your shoulder yet again, her slightly lulled to the side to give you better access, her eyes blissfully closed and mouth slightly agape. Teasingly your fingers softly glide over her sensitive nipples, which were already rather firm. A soft whimper escaped her mouth, before she pressed her lips together tightly, which made you annoyed. Nipping at her shoulder now, your eyes were watching her. "Open that pretty mouth of yours again, you know I want to hear your every sound mon amour." Your right hand was holding her chin now, as two of your fingers softly parted her lips again, before pressing against her tongue. The other was still busy with her breast, opting for rubbing it softly in circles and teasingly tugging on it. Furina was by now panting, her eyes squeezed shut with every one of your touches. Your mouth finds the juncture of her neck again, softly nipping at the flesh, before sucking on it, till a red spot was showing, proud of your work, you plant a soft kiss against the spot to soothe the possible sting.

Furina was so gorgeous and she sometimes doesn't even realize it, how her head was lulled back against your shoulder right now, mouth agape with your two fingers in her mouth, he eyes shut but no doubt rolling to the back as you were teasing her right now. Her face is completely flush with a bright blush, this close you could even see the few freckles adorning her cheeks, barely able to notice from slightly further away.

"You're always such a good girl for me~ You like me praising you, don't you sweets?" Purring those words into her ears, while your fingers teasingly tugged on her nipple, the other fingers out of her mouth and resting on her cheek now so she could speak. "Y-Yes.. Always a g-good girl for you!" Her body was trembling from the pleasure she was receiving, yet not enough pleasure to be anywhere close to a release, she was desperate for more. "Look at you, so obedient like always~" Trailing kisses up her neck again, and your lips find hers, she's softly gasping and moaning into the kiss.

Your left hand was still busy teasing her nipple, which by now was firm, fingers switching to her right nipple now which was rather abandoned till now. Arm hugging her waist halfway, making you able to pull her flush against you. Meanwhile, your right hand was slowly wandering down her body, from her collarbone, over her waist, and down to her thighs, giving her right thigh a soft squeeze, making her moan into the kiss softly. Lips not once leaving hers.

Fingers inching closer to her heat now before you teasingly skip over her heat and softly let your fingers dance over her left thigh now under the surface of the water.

"P-Please touch me.. Please.." Furina's words came out stuttering from how desperate she was for your touch, but she knew that asking for you to touch her would always work. And so you did to her request. Fingers softly swiping through her slick once, which already made her throw her head back with a loud moan, arching her back slightly, but being pressed against you again quickly by your arm. Opting to kiss her neck and shoulder again, leaving some marks here and there, to hear her beautiful voice and the sounds she makes. The touch of your fingers was teasingly, barely swiping through her slit for now, wanting to make her even more desperate, so she can come undone in bliss. Now after you deemed you had teased her enough, your middled finger prodded at her entrance softly, before sliding in for now. Furina's moans were echoing off of the marble walls of the bathroom. The bubbles in the bath were slowly disappearing from how long you two had been in here, the water still warm enough to not be uncomfortable but a noticeable difference from when you two got in and most of the candles had burned down quite a lot, some even burned out.

Her head was resting on your shoulder, her mouth wide agape and panting heavily, Furina was always so reactive to your every touch. Your finger was slowly pumping in and out of her heat, making sure to give her enough time before adding your pointer finger inside of her too, her body shuddering in your embrace. "You're doing so good for me pretty girl, look at you taking my finger so well as if you were made for me~" Feeling her walls clamp down around your fingers, you couldn't help but smirk, Furina loved it when you praised her, it was something she showed in you daily life as well as in the bedroom.

Angling your fingers inside of her slightly upwards, her eyes go wide as her mouth hangs open, and loud moans escape her. Having found her sweet spot, you continue to softly hit that exact spot, while your other hand slowly travels down and finds her clit almost instantly. Pointer finger softly rubbing over the nub, before moving in slow circling motions. Furina was writhing against you, moaning over and over again, face flush. From the way her walls were clamping down on your fingers, you assumed she was close. "Come for me mon amour, I know you're close, be a good girl~" Those words were what brought her over the edge, her orgasm overcoming her body as she came on your fingers, her slick covering them as her back arches up while your fingers slow down to a soft pace to help her ride out her orgasm. Pulling your fingers from her, hands softly caressing her thighs and then her stomach and sides. Furina's breathing was hard, pants leaving her soft pink lips. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was still agape as her body slowly calmed down from her ecstasy.

"You did so well my dear, I'm so proud of you~" Kissing her cheeks softly, nuzzling your nose against her afterward. The bath finished quickly now, as the water was almost cold by now, you helped Furina wash up, before exiting the bath first, wrapping yourself in a towel, before helping your girlfriend put and wrapping her in another towel. Sitting her down on the edge of the tub, you quickly dry yourself before putting on a loose shirt and some panties, turning to Furina now and helping her dry herself. She was still a bit wobbly on her feet from her orgasm, so you helped her before dressing her in one of your shirts.

Picking her up now, after drying both of your hair and carrying her to your shared bedroom, placing her on your bed softly. "Do you need anything? A glass of water?" Furina nods at you, watching you leave the bedroom to get a glass of fresh water from the kitchen. An uncomfortable feeling was nagging at her, she wanted to help you relax and in the end, it was you who made her feel good and pleasured her. Of course, you noticed something was worrying her as you handed her the glass, sitting down beside her on your side of the bed now. "What's worrying you darling hm? You seem out of it now, did you not like it?" Shaking her head immediately now. "No, I loved it! You always make me feel amazing it's just.. I wanted to make you relax and now in the end it was you to pleasure me.." Her eyes were avoiding yours, sighing softly, you scoot over to her, taking her into your arms. She was worrying her pretty head over such things? Besides the night is still long. "Oh mon chérie, don't worry so much, I find pleasure in pleasing you, besides the night is still long, if you want to do something you still have a lot of time~" Her cheeks were blazing red again by the implications of your words. But you were right, even if you pleased her first, she could still please you and make you relax. Putting the glass she was holding to the side now, she turned her body in your embrace so she would be facing you.

"Can you please lay down?" You did notice how nervous she was to ask you, yet you followed her request and lay down, resting your back against the many pillows. Furina hesitated for a second, before climbing on top of you now, sitting herself down on your hip. "Can I take your shirt off?" It was so sweet how she also asked for everything, just like you always did. Nodding your head, you raise your upper body slightly to make it easier for her to pull the garment off and discard it to the floor. Eye gaze over your body for a second, before she leans down, her fingers softly tracing over your mounds, before finding purchase on your nipples. Her mouth engulfs your nipple softly, sucking on it a bit and running her tongue over it, meanwhile, her eyes were watching your expressions the whole time. Proud of how your cheeks were painted in a soft rose hue already, eyes half-lidded and mouth softly panting. Furina continued her teasing for a while, switching to take the other nipple in her mouth now while letting her fingers play with the other one. They were firm by now and your panties must've been soaking by now too.

A soft kiss was planted on your lips, before Furina softly kissed her way down your body, over the stomach before lifting your leg a bit to kiss your inner thigh, all the while her eyes were on you watching. She knew her own cheeks were probably much redder than yours, but that didn't bother her. Your own hands softly find the end of her shirt and softly tug on it, making the woman pull it over her head. Your eyes ravage over her body, being able to look at her from the front now, hands softly holding her waist now. "My gorgeous doll~" Looking at you flustered for a second, she quickly regained her composure and hooked her fingers in the waistband of your panties. Eyes looking for your approval and with a nod from you, she pulls them down your legs and throws them off of the bed.

Furina's eyes glide over your heat for a second, before letting her finger run through your slick for a second. Putting the finger in her mouth, while keeping eye contact with you, which made you smirk. One thing she knew how to do, was how to rile you up.

Laying herself down between your thighs now, her head softly resting against your thigh now, leaving a few light red marks, while her finger softly starts gliding through your slick, pushing her middle finger in now and then, before pulling out again to make them circle your clit again. This was going on for a while. Eyes closed, as your hands were bunching the blanket in your fists and your breathing was hard by now. Opening your eyes again when you felt her breath on your heat, seeing Furina's face a mere inch away from where you needed her. Locking eyes with her, her tongue darts out and gives your heat a teasing lick, which already makes you throw your head back with a moan. Your hand softly finds purchase in her white and blue locks, as your other fingers find her own, softly linking your fingers with her own.

Her tongue licks another stripe up your heat, her face flush from the act right now. Her arm that was not holding your hand, was around your right tight, holding you in place. Tongue starting to lick at a slow speed now, sometimes grazing your throbbing clit, moans were escaping your lips every now and then. Back arching of the bed sometimes when she hits a particularly good spot. Her tongue was slightly teasing your entrance, before entering slightly, moving the tip against your walls softly before pulling out again and licking up to your clip. Her lips engulfed your clit entirely, switching between sucking and licking. Your moans were echoing off of the walls, squeezing her hand softly as you were nearing your orgasm. "I'm close darling, keep the good work up, make mommy come~" Furina was watching you, as her pace on your clit fastens, your back arching off of the bed as you come undone on her tongue, her eyes heart-shaped as she watches you proudly. Licking up the mess she made, before leaning up to you and planting a soft kiss on your lips.

"You did so well baby, so good for me~" Caressing her cheek softly, as she nuzzles into the palm of your hand. "Let's get cleaned and then cuddle." And so you two did, you quickly cleaned yourself, while Furina switched the sheets before cleaning her fave quickly.

Laying down on your side, only panties back on, Furina lays down with her head on your chest now, content and happy with how this evening went. "Hope I wasn't too rough with my marks, they're pretty dark." Furina just shakes her head, assuring you that they don't hurt, before letting out a yawn, her eyes slowly falling shut. Giving her one last kiss, before turning the lights off and cuddling up to your girlfriend. She was an angel and you could not wish for someone else truly.

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yandere-romanticaa · 9 months

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Daichi wasn't the kind of guy to initiate physical affection in public but he was never opposed to it either. You got a pass for pretty much anything as long as it wasn't too crazy of course. A kiss on the cheek, holding hands, even something just a smidge risque went back and forth from being tolerated to downright wanted. Daichi was always such a softie when it came to you and it felt as though the sky was the limit.

His perfect blue sky quickly turned dark once he saw you being sweet with other people though.

It's fine, he would tell himself. (y/n) is just like that and I can't change it, he would try to reason with his overly paranoid mind. But seeing you act so carefree around guys such as Nishinoya and Tanaka - it drove him up the wall. His anger was bottled up and he never said anything, ever. As much as he hated to see just how close the three of you had gotten there was still a tiny smidge of patience left in him. Why? Because he is the team captain, that's why. No one in their right mind would go after you, even if those two clowns did have feelings for you they simply wouldn't do anything out of respect for him.

Their team captain.

That gave him some peace of mind as he watched the three of you goof off 24/7 and besides, having you around kept the morale high. It was an absolute win when he stopped to think about it - you get to help the team in any way you could meanwhile Daichi could keep an eye on you without worrying about your whereabouts. It really was the best possible outcome of this particular situation.

Pity that was only the case for practice though.

You had classes and other places to be, Daichi couldn't keep you on a leash no matter how tempting it was sometimes.

Ever since Karasuno picked up steam and became more popular as a result a lot of people started to ask questions and most of them turned to you because it was the most logical thing to do. You were in a relationship with Daichi, the beloved team leader, of course people were going to swarm all over you eventually.

Things quickly turned sour once Daichi picked up on the fact that some people had more wicked intentions. Be it to use you to get some information out of you or to steal you away from Daichi, both were horrible and it made him want to vomit his own blood. He would pace back and forth in his room, pondering on what he should do. Countless hours of sleep are lost as his mind wavers, paranoia seeping into his pores as his classmates keep asking what the hell is wrong with him and can he please stop making that scary face, it's disturbing.

After a little while though, Daichi has an epiphany. He can't go full on jealous boyfriend on his teammates because that would cause problems both inside and outside the court. Everyone else though?

They were fair game.

Don't get him wrong, he's not going to be some super creepy boyfriend who is going to take up all of your time (even though he wants to be just that but you won't ever catch him saying that out loud) but when someone else approaches you he can be as mean as he wants to be. He spent years training his nerves on morons such as Tanaka, he can be either the most condescending person to have ever lived or the rarer route of him just going for the kill.

Figuratively or literally, it would depend on the situation and person.

... no killing would be ideal though.

He has mastered the art of scary looking faces, people have literally ran away from him in the past because he's just that scary when he's mad. He is strong, he is smart, he knows how to utilize everything he has to his advantage.

And you won't even know just how jealous of a guy Daichi really is.

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iamthecomet · 5 months

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Non horny thoughts for you:

Breakfast in bed Dewther. Which one cooks?

I want to say Dew. Aether always, always takes care of him, and this is one of the ways Dew loves to reciprocate. I think Dew is a great cook, I like to think it’s his greatest skill besides playing guitar and god he loves feeding his boy*.

With him being an early riser and morning person, he has no trouble waking, whipping something up, and waking Aether up to the smell of yummy stuff. Maybe they indulge in the most mind numbingly silly cartoons as they eat together in bed, cozy, and full, and so content.

Try not to think about them feeding each other, and Dew swiping a thumb over some food that’s managed to get itself on the corner of Aether’s mouth. Try not to think about the mundane conversations they have over breakfast now that Dew is back home. They just talk, about anything and everything.

God. This has me thinking of their normal life, how they live outside of abbey responsibilities.

*not in the kink way

Yes yes, ALL OF THIS YES. Yeah thinking about their normal life is a SLIPPERY SLOPE but it's one that is totally worth falling down. I go back and forth between early riser Dew and not a morning person Dew all the time. I can never seem to pick which headcanon I like better for him. BUT I think Aether always sleeps in if he can--one of the last people to wake up, much less actually get out of bed. So whether Dew gets up with the sun or not--he's up before Aether. And I have always been of the mind that Dew can cook. That he likes to cook (alone mostly. He's not good at sharing the kitchen). It's methodical, meditative. And Dew's love language is for sure acts of service. No one can convince me otherwise. So think about Dew, waking up before Aether. Morning sun pooling into the bed they shared last night. Aether's out. Mouth open, snoring softly, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. Dew presses a soft kiss between his horns and slips out of bed. He's gone for a while, but he knows Aether won't miss him. He makes coffee, drinks a cup while he cooks. Says good morning to whoever else is up and around. They've all slept a lot more since getting home--catching up on all their lost sleep over the course of touring.

Dew plates breakfast, finds a tray (he glares at Aeon when he snickers and calls Dew a house wife), and loads it up with his and Aether's plates, his coffee, Aether's tea, and back to bed he goes. Aether wakes up when Dew kicks the door closed--a little harder than he means to, but the shock of that wears off when Dew grins at him over steaming breakfast. Dew hands Aether the tray, crawls back into bed. And yeah, they definitely watch stupid morning cartoons, and eat curled up with each other, legs tangled together. They talk about normal shit. What they want to do today (Aether promised Copia he'd help him with some paper work. Dew promised Rain and Aeon he'd play video games with them). Dew tells Aether stories from tour he hasn't gotten to yet (mostly he just complains about how Aurora made them stop and see the largest ball of string). Dew pops strawberries into Aether's mouth as he talks, almost nonchalant. It's so easy, all of it. And when they're done, Dew puts the tray on the floor and lays back down, curling back around Aether with a content purr. Aether looks down at him, sinking his fingers into Dew's hair and scratching along his scalp. "What are you doing?" Dew yawns. "Nap time."

"We just woke up."

"No, you just woke up."

Dew's eyes flutter closed and he nuzzles closer, and Aether thinks that Copia's paperwork can wait a little bit longer.

#comet writes #vee #slice of life ghouls #dewther #soft soft boys #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #domestic ghouls

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spinningwebsandtales · 2 years

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Imagine Hangman Coming To Your Rescue

Jake “Hangman” Seresin X FemReader

Warnings: Suggestive themes, a little steam

Rating: T+

Words: 1,448

(A/N:) For all the Hangman fangirls (I count myself one of y’all though Rooster is kinda my fav). Enjoy! ~Countess

Taglist: @chaoticassidy

Your evening had started out so well and how it ended up an absolute disaster you couldn’t really remember. Hangman had asked you to come over to his house for dinner and possibly to watch a movie. You had agreed immediately, he had been so busy lately that you were really missing him. It was funny how the egotistical pilot could be such a softy when it came to you. It was quite endearing how his attitude did a 180 when it came to you, but for some reason after dinner you and he had gotten into an argument. You couldn’t remember what it was even about but it had upset you enough you stormed out of his home slamming the door. He had yelled for you to come back but you just ignored him. He watched you leave but didn’t chase after you. You figured that meant he was just as mad at you as you were at him. Apparently though whatever the argument had been over was stupid cause you just couldn’t remember.

But now as you were ready to go back and talk things out you couldn’t recognize any of your surroundings. The sun had set several minutes ago and streetlights were beginning to glow lighting up the darkness surrounding you. Normally you weren’t afraid of the place you lived, but being lost and at night was rattling you to your core. You tried looking for street signs, for anything that would jog your memory. But you couldn’t find one and you didn’t want to leave the spot you were in, in case you were to get lost even further. So you were defeated, luckily you had your cell phone. There wasn’t any Internet signal but you did have some cell service, you were going to have to bite the bullet and call the man you had screamed at half an hour ago for help. You breathed a sigh of relief when it started to ring.

“Ready to apologize,” Hangman answered not even bothering with a hello or to check on you. That made your temper flare but you stamped it back down. You needed his help and ripping him a new one was probably not going to give him the incentive to come to your rescue.

“Shut up for a second,” you snarled before taking a deep breath. Your situation hit you full force as your bottom lip began to wobble. “I’m lost.”

“Lost,” Hangman almost dropped his phone.

“I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and now I have no idea where I’m at,” panic was swelling at your throat but you couldn’t let it overtake you. “Please come pick me up Hangman.”

“Of course babe!” You could hear him gathering things and his keys clinking when he locked the door. “Can you give me any indication where you are at?”

“Well there’s some big buildings. One looks like a dry cleaner.”

“Is there a name on the dry cleaner building?”

“Yeah let me go look.” You gave him the building name and number. Hangman put it in his GPS so it would take him straight to you with no delay.

“I’m on my way okay. I’ll stay on the phone with you but I want you to stay out of sight. Let me know if anyone comes around okay?”

“Okay Hangman. Please hurry,” you were on the verge of tears now. You felt kinda stupid about getting yourself into this situation. You just knew Hangman was going to use this to tease you for the next century. So you waited talking to Hangman to keep yourself calm and giving him updates if anything changed. You stayed in the shadows trying to keep yourself hidden until you saw his familiar vehicle pulling up to the dry cleaner. You ran out to him, his arms outstretched for you.

“Are you okay? You aren’t hurt are you? Nobody did anything to you did they?” His questions bombarded you so fast that you couldn’t speak. The relief that he was here and you felt safe once more was overwhelming your frazzled senses.

“No I’m okay. I didn’t see anyone,” you clinged to him.

“We’re going back to my place.” His tone left no room for arguing. He helped you back to his vehicle as your legs were a little wobbly from the relief of tension. Hangman helped you buckle before kissing your cheek.

“It’s okay I got you,” he grinned. He got back behind the wheel to drive you both back to his home.

Quiet steeped between you two on the way back to his house. You had walked around mindlessly and it showed as Hangman drove turning so many times that you were once again lost until you were back on the street he lived on.

“What were we fighting about,” you finally asked the issue bothering you now. What could have been so bad that you had gotten yourself lost.

He looked at you sheepishly from the driver side, “We were arguing about what movie to watch.”

“Are you freaking serious?!”

“Well,” he cringed, “I may have insulted your favorite movie. I’m sorry.”

Now you felt even worse. It was enough that you felt like crying. “I’m so stupid!”

“No you aren’t,” Hangman snapped causing you to jump. “Sorry but you aren’t stupid. I am, for upsetting you that much. This could have turned out so much worse and I really need to work on myself. I can’t have my best girl getting lost for some deranged criminal to take her.”

“Best girl,” you hummed feeling a little mischievous in his presence now that you felt safe.

“Should I show you,” Hangman purred parking in his driveway. Once you were inside Hangman sat you down on the couch before disappearing into his bedroom. He brought you some of his shorts and a faded Navy shirt that had his name on the front in worn letters.

“Marking your territory,” you teased, mentally putting your name with his last name.

“Naturally. Get changed and I’ll rent your favorite movie. Don’t think you’re going home though. After what just happened you’re staying with me,” his tone left no room for arguments.

“I don’t mind going home Hangman. I’m fine now, I was just a little shaken up.”

“Nope. Not going anywhere sweetheart,” he shook his head. He turned to go back to his room waving a hand at you. “I’ll cook you breakfast in the morning.” You couldn’t help but drool a little thinking about Hangman’s cooking. What his fellow pilots didn’t know was that Jake “Hangman” Seresin was one heck of a cook.

“You’re spoiling me,” you yelled.

“You’re welcome,” he answered. You laughed but took the time to hurry up and change before he could finish changing first. Though he was giving you some privacy he wasn’t known to care what other’s were doing nor did he have shame.

Now as you laid in Hangman’s lap as the movie played across the screen, you were happy to have met him. He had his moments where you just wanted to wring his neck, but I’m sure there was things you did that annoyed him as well. But that was the beauty of relationship. As you spent more time with Hangman, he was more than just the cocky pilot who was so sure of himself. He loves what he does, he’s a good cook, has the uncanny ability to make you blush, and he would do anything to make sure you were happy and safe at all times. You kissed the hand that was mindlessly tracing circles in your skin.

“Thank you for being you Hangman,” you smiled which he returned.

“No problem happy to be of service.”

You slapped him gently on the shoulder, “You’re supposed to say something endearing back!”

“Oh,” he laughed. “Thank you for being the best of the best me.”

“I give up,” you groaned.

Hangman leaned down taking your mouth with his. He forced his way inside, tongue slowly petting against yours before he withdrew from you. “I love you.”

You blushed stunned that he was the one to say it first. You grabbed onto him tugging yourself upwards to sit in his lap now.

“I love you too.”

Though your favorite movie still moved across the screen you were more occupied by the pilot that you adored to the moon and back. Exploring every inch that made Hangman, Hangman and he did the same. Though there would be more arguments in the future, you knew that everything would work itself out. He was yours and you were his and there was no doubts that your futures were intertwined.

#Jake Seresin X Reader #Jake Seresin / Reader #Hangman X Reader #Hangman / Reader #Top Gun #Top Gun Maverick #Top Gun Imagine #Hangman Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

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spideystevie · 2 years

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hi! i hope it’s still okey to send this is! can i please request this with steve? i’m spilling wine in the bathtub // you kiss my face and we’re both drunk🤍🤍

yes of course!!! enjoy <3 (0.7k) (16+ for bath purposes)

1. i’m spilling wine in the bathtub // you kiss my face and we’re both drunk

It’s the little moments with Steve that make living together so fun. Bumping shoulders and hips while you dance around each other in the morning getting ready. Cleaning up dishes after dinner, your hands covered in soapy water and handing cleaned dishes to Steve to dry.

Gossiping about your week at work submerged in near scalding water and sharing a bottle of cheap wine he picked up on the way home. He’d splurged today, using a promotion you had been offered yesterday as an excuse to celebrate.

Steam rises off the water in curly tendrils, barely able to be seen. The lights are off, only a few candles scattered around and the light spilling in from the cracked door leading to the bedroom.

The bathtub in your apartment is small and you’re not sure how the two of you manage to squeeze in it together. He sits across from you, legs on either side of yours. Yours are bent, curled up towards your chest.

Bubbles and foam are thick on the surface, smell like lavender and all things homey. A near empty bottle of red wine sits on the floor by the tub. It’s lost its chill by now, the steam in the air warming the bottle until condensation drips down the side.

He had insisted on bringing your little stereo into the bathroom with you. The music is a staticky hum that crackles in the background, barely discernible under the volume of your voices and the water rippling every now and then.

Steve’s cheeks are flushed either from the wine or the heat of the water, you’re not sure. He’s smiling in a way that’s specific to you, hair around his ears and the nape of his neck starting to curl.

“Cindy quit?” he asks, a little incredulous. You nod enthusiastically, draining the rest of wine in your glass. Cindy, your rather annoying coworker had stormed out that morning loudly, yelling expletives and flipping the bird to your boss while you watched with your mouth agape.

“Mhm! Made a whole scene about it, too,” you say, poking a mountain of suds.

“Really? She didn’t s-“

“Seem like the type? I know!” you interrupt him but Steve thinks it’s endearing. How you know him well enough to finish his sentences. His smile is adoring, makes your skin tingle. “Was quite the spectacle. Wish you could’ve been there to see it.”

Your foot nudges him near his knee when you lean over to grab the bottle of wine, emptying the rest of its contents into your glass. You’re a little clumsy, hands not as coordinated as they could be. Steve leans forward to steady your hand.

“Easy,” his voice is quieter with his face closer to yours. He sets the now empty bottle down outside the tub and leans back.

You bring the glass to your lips and in your haste, it sloshes over the top of the glass, spilling into the bathtub turning the little patch of bubbles and water a slight pink. A giggle bubbles out of you, maybe a little louder than it normally would be.

Steve shakes his head, grinning as he watches you try to stifle your giggles with a rather large sip of wine. He’d only had a glass, maybe an extra half, still more sober than you.

He leans forward again, foamy bubbles gathering on the hair on his chest. He’s giggling too, grabbing your glass from you and setting it down by the empty bottle.

“Think you’ve had enough tonight,” his voice is soft, ignoring your small whines. You pout at him, but there’s a smile still lingering underneath.

He kisses your pout, lips soft against yours. Your hand comes up to hold his face, palm wet and suds sticking to your skin. Steve pulls back, forehead against yours and smiles at you.

You go to kiss him again but turns his head, his lips pressing against your cheek. And then they’re moving all over your face and down your neck, any space of skin he can reach, in rapid succession. You’re laughing unabashedly now, loud and melodic making him grin against your skin.

His pace slows as he kisses up to your lips, kissing each corner and then kissing you firmer than before. It’s languid, a little lazy, deep. You can taste the wine you’re both drunk from on his tongue.

You feel drunk on him more than the wine when he pulls away for the second time. A buzz of love replacing the burn of the wine in both your bodies.

allie’s writing celebration!

#this isn’t edited pls excuse any mistakes #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #📝: a writes!#allie's writing celebration

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catboyfever · 1 year

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Tigger's Birthday - Rabbit/Tigger fluff

Heyy! It's been a minute! I've been a bit busy between work picking up, my own birthday which just passed (I wanted to post this rather before or just after my birthday which... didn't happen lol). But, I had this idea and I've been sitting on it for long enough. As you can probably tell at this point I'm a sucker for big gestures for someone you love, so that's what's going on here for the most part. There's some really sweet fluff at the end too though <3. Hope you enjoy!

Deep oranges and reds shine over the hundred acre wood. Rabbit walked alongside Tigger, chatting about the day's mishaps and adventures.

“And when you got flung off that tree! I didn’t know you had the pipes on ya, Ra-Ra!” Tigger chuckled.

Rabbit was predictably less enthusiastic about the situation, glaring at Tigger with his nose scrunched up. “Yes, in times of great peril you can do some fantastic things.”

Tigger just continued to smile. “Well, who knows? Tomorrow might be nice and calm.” Rabbit nodded with a weary sigh. “Yes… yes tomorrow might be-” Something clicked in Rabbit’s mind that moment. He’d forgotten something incredibly important.

“Tigger! Do you know what day tomorrow is!?” Rabbit shouted.

Tigger scratched his head. “Uhhh… Tuesday?”

Rabbit shook his head. “No!! Well, yes. But more importantly, it’s your birthday!”

Tigger seemed just as surprised as Rabbit at the revelation. He hopped onto his tail and bounced around Rabbit in a circle, cheering excitedly.

“Oh boy oh boy oh boy! I can’t believe I forgot!” Tigger said as he landed on his feet.

“Well, what would you like to do tomorrow then?” Rabbit asked.

Tigger rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Minutes passed, but still nothing came to him. Rabbit looked at him expectantly, a bit surprised he didn’t immediately rattle off a list of gifts he wanted. “Well… I actually don’t know! How about you surprise me, Ra-Ra?” Tigger suggested finally.

“Surprise you…” Rabbit repeated. Tigger watched as Rabbit became lost in thought for a moment, thumping one of his feet. Tigger could practically see the steam coming out from his ears before they shot up as something finally came to him.

“I have just the thing! You remember where we put on the play for Christopher Robin last Valentine’s Day, right?” Rabbit asked.

Tigger nodded. “Course I do!” “Meet me there tomorrow evening at five o’clock sharp. Do not be late!” Rabbit then dashed off towards his house.

Tigger watched his puffball tail go over the hill as he ran. “Alright, Bunny Boy! See ya then!” Tigger turned and began to bounce towards his house. His mind began to fill with thoughts of what Rabbit’s surprise could possibly be. A party of some sort, obviously. But he asked him to meet him at the stage… He wasn’t really the play type unless he was acting in one.

Tigger tried to think of what Rabbit’s surprise could be all evening long until he went to sleep. The next day passed at a snail’s pace for Tigger. He hopped out of his house early, but as he tried each of his friend’s houses to pass the time they weren’t home. Now Tigger was truly puzzled. It would be pretty obvious of Rabbit to try and pull a surprise party considering they both just remembered his birthday was today. The afternoon crawled on. Tigger tried to entertain himself anyway possible. He played checkers against himself (and lost), played with every last doodad that he found in his closet and he swore he bounced the entirety of the hundred acre woods twice. Finally, the sun began to set and Tigger made his way towards the stage that Rabbit wanted to meet him at.

As Tigger approached the stage he saw Rabbit standing in front of it dressed in a blue suit jacket with a white dress shirt beneath and a red bow tie. Curtains were set all around the perimeter of the stage, Tigger couldn’t see inside.

“Good evening, Detective Tigger!” Rabbit called out to him.

Tigger furrowed his brow in confusion before Rabbit tossed his hat and cloak to him. Tigger’s eyes lit up, immediately placing the cap on his head and fastening the cloak around his shoulders.

“What’s all this, Ra-Ra?” Tigger asked.

Rabbit shook his head. “Nope! No questions. It’ll spoil the surprise.”

Rabbit clapped his hands and the curtains were drawn. Inside tables full of food were arranged around the stage. Sitting at each of them were Kanga, Roo, Eeyore, and Piglet, all dressed to the nines. Piglet was especially dressed up, wearing a tiny crown and robes. Pooh stood near the entrance with a coat hanging from his arm. Rabbit climbed the steps onto the stage.

“Good evening, Mr. Rabbit! May I take your coat?” Pooh asked.

Rabbit pondered for a moment and shook his head. “No, thank you, Pooh. The coat completes the outfit.” He said walking over towards the only empty table.

“Well, well! Good evening, Mr. Detective! May I take your coat?” Pooh asked.

Tigger shook his head. “Of course not! Do you have any idea how much detectivery stuff I have in here? It’s not for a civilian!”

Pooh just chuckled. “Well, alright then. I guess my job’s done!” He said, pulling on the coat that he was holding.

Tigger took his seat next to Rabbit. The food looked great from a distance but once he sat down Tigger realized it was… toy food? “Say, Ra-Ra, what’s goin’ on?” Tigger asked, holding up a plastic chicken leg.

Piglet stood with a glass in hand and clinked it with his spoon, silencing the room.

“Th-Thank you all for coming to the party! I, Piglet… uhm…” Piglet looked down towards the floorboards of the stage. “Line?” The floor opened up to reveal a disgruntled Gopher who hissed the line at Piglet before closing the hatch. “Oh, right, right.” Piglet cleared his throat before he continued. “I, Piglet, Rich Baron of the forest, am so happy to have you here for dinner. Before we all dig in, I want t-to propose a toast!” Suddenly, the curtains closed and the stage went pitch black. Just as quickly as they shut, the opened again and Piglet was nowhere to be seen.

Everyone gasped, staring at the seat that Piglet had been standing on.

“He’s just… gone?! Who did this?” Rabbit cried. “Oh just who could help us solve this whodunnit!?” He finished, flashing a grin at Tigger.

Tigger leapt up onto the table. “Attention guests! This is now a crime scene. Nobody move!” “Oh my. Who could’ve done anything to poor little Piglet?” Kanga asked.

“I bet it was Eeyore!” Roo shouted with a giggle.

“I wouldn’t trust me either, can’t blame ya.” Eeyore said dejectedly.

“Perhaps, Piglet just went to get dessert ready?” Pooh suggested.

The curtains closed again. A spotlight illuminated the darkness, settling onto Piglet who was being hoisted up by his shirt with a hook. He was covered in flour which fell from him every time he moved.

“My d-d-dear friends. Someone here is responsible for my disappearance, if you find out who did it, I will bestow upon you my… my…” Piglet looked towards the floorboards again.

Gopher popped out again and shouted the line himself. “You’ll receive my untold riches and my undying gratitude!”

Gopher closed the trapdoor with a slam.

The spotlight dimmed and when the curtains were drawn, Piglet was gone once again.

“First things first, we gotta try and find a motive!” Tigger proclaimed.

He studied the faces of his friends before approaching Kanga.

“So, you were sitting right next to ‘im. What could you have gained from making our piggly little prince… disappear?” Tigger asked.

Kanga shook her head. “Why, I couldn’t have done anything to Piglet! Besides, my seat is so close to yours. Wouldn’t it be hard for me to hide it?”

“Well… What about that blackout? You coulda done it then!”

On queue, the curtains fell again. When they opened, Kanga was gone next.

“Ohh nooo! Mama!” Roo shouted, trying his best to act surprised.

“What!? But I was sure it was her!” Tigger shouted.

Tigger turned his eyes to Roo who was trying his hardest not to start giggling.

“Ohh, now I see.” Tigger said as he pulled a magnifying glass from his cloak. “It was your idea all along! You got your Mama to do it, but she was sloppy. So to save yourself, you had to make her disappear! Well you shoulda thought twice before doing that under the watchful eye of Detective Tigger, Private-!” The curtains fell, rose, and Roo’s seat was empty before Tigger could finish his sentence. “… Ear.” Tigger finished.

Tigger seemed a bit deflated, prompting Rabbit to inch away and knock on the floorboards.

“Gopher, you’re going way too fast! Tigger is supposed to figure the mystery out, remember? How can he do that if he can’t question anyone?” Rabbit hissed.

The trapdoor opened and Gopher smirked up at Rabbit. “Sorry, it’s just too fun pulling the trapdoors out from under everyone.” Tigger questioned Eeyore, Pooh, and even Rabbit, but one by one the curtains fell and they were gone. In the end, Tigger was left alone until the curtains fell for the final time. The spotlight fell on Tigger and Piglet descended from the rafters of the stage until he was above the downfallen detective.

“Detective Tigger, do you know who was making your friends disappear?” Piglet asked.

Tigger heaved a sigh. “I have no clue. I couldn’t get info outta anyone!” Piglet pointed at Tigger. “It was youuu! You are the one responsible!” He shouted ominously.

Tigger gasped. “No… of course! It’s the perfect crime! How could I have figured it out if I was the one doing it?!” Tigger pondered further and suddenly realized. “Wait, even if I’m the one who did it, I figured it out. That means I get that reward, right?” Piglet giggled as he was finally lowered to the ground and wiped the flower off of himself. “Yup! Okay Gopher, now!” The center of the stage split in two and in its place, a platform rose up in its place. Standing on the platform were all of the guests who disappeared along with a towering birthday cake. The icing was decorated exactly like Tigger’s fur pattern. Orange with black stripes all the way up to the smallest cake which resembled Tigger’s own bouncy tail. A single candle sat atop the great cake, burning brightly in the slowly darkening evening sky. Tigger’s eyes lit up as he gawked at the cake.

“Happy Birthday, Tigger!” Everyone shouted.

Tears welled up in Tigger’s eyes as he spoke. “Y-You guys, you didn’t have to go through all this trouble…” He sniffled. “But since ya did, let’s dig in!”

“Not yet!” Rabbit shouted. “You have to blow out the candle and make a wish first!” Tigger hopped onto his tail, bounced high up to the tippy top of the cake, and blew out the candle. He landed square on his feet to the applause of his friends, and the cake was finally cut. Gopher and Owl talked about the reactions that they got from suddenly dropping the trapdoors out from everyone’s seats, Tigger explained his roundabout reasoning for each of the motives that he thought anyone would have and even Rabbit was please since they’d mostly stayed on script.

Once the cake was gone and the sun was dipping further and further down the horizon, everyone began to return home one by one until Tigger and Rabbit left the stage together. Lightning bugs glittered around them as they walked down the moonlit paths of the woods. They returned to Rabbit’s house where Rabbit prepared some evening tea and settled down with Tigger in his recliner. It was a bit of a tight fit… Rabbit thought to himself about possibly looking into getting a loveseat since Tigger spent so much time at his house.

“So, what did you wish for?” Rabbit asked Tigger, taking a sip of tea.

“Oh, on my birthday cake? I didn’t wish for nothin’!” Tigger said.

Rabbit set his cup down, staring at the tiger incredulously. “What? But it’s your birthday! You should wish for whatever you want! What about that big list from last year?” Tigger pulled Rabbit into a tight embrace, looking him right in the eyes with a warm smile. “What else could I wish for? I got everything I ever wanted right here.” Tigger could practically see the steam coming from Rabbit’s ears as his face immediately burned red. He pulled away from him with a huff. “Y-You… since when did you have such a way with words anyway?!” “Owl let me borrow some of his lovey dovey books, he said you like that sort of thing!” Tigger replied with a giggle.

Tigger managed to coax the huffy rabbit back into another embrace. He ran the blunt edges of his claws down Rabbit’s back, making Rabbit shudder against him. “T-Tigger! What’re you-” He began, before Tigger silenced him with a kiss.

Tigger let his claws make pathways down the small of Rabbit’s back as they kissed, keeping a gentle hold on the rabbit as the fire crackled in the fireplace. Tigger had meant what he said. Rabbit was always eager to do anything for him, he understood him on a level no one else did. Only someone like him would know exactly what to do for his birthday. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. When Tigger finally pulled away, he dipped his head to give a teasing parting nip to Rabbit’s neck before letting the flustered bunny settle against his chest.

“I-I don’t know what’s gotten into you today…” Rabbit finally said.

Tigger chuckled. “Nothin’ at all, Bunny Boy.” Tigger didn’t give Rabbit much of a reprieve even as they began to drift off to sleep together on the cushy chair. His claws kept combing through Rabbit’s fur as he stroked his back, nipped his ears ever so gently until eventually, Rabbit’s breathing became slow and rhythmic. A rhythm that Tigger had grown intimately familiar with and had grown to be so comforting, he knew he wouldn’t be far behind him. But still, he willed his eyes to stay open for a bit longer. He wanted his birthday to last just a little longer. He gazed down at Rabbit’s face as he began to drift off. He had a smile on his face. A tired, but content smile with still just a tiny hint of red remaining in his cheeks. Tigger leaned down and kissed his forehead, yawning as he finally let himself fall asleep.

“I love you, Ra-Ra.” Tigger said.

His eyes closed and he fell asleep with the goofiest smile on his face. In his sleep, his grip on Rabbit tightened, keeping him as close to him as he possibly could.

#rabger #tigbit #winnie the pooh #tigger #rabbit (wtp)#Owl #Gopher #Kanga #Roo #Eeyore #Piglet #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff

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dgaftilwedie · 6 months

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bruno bucciarati: the man, the myth, the miserable

in which bruno's life is a tragedy and he refuses to blame the circumstances, instead blaming himself.

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ever since he was a little boy, bruno was always told he had very gentle hands. the way the tips of his fingers danced across the hem of his mother's dresses reminded her an awful lot of how she was when she was younger. she would grip onto her mama's flowy pink dress, trailing behind her like a lost puppy. her son was a mirror of her image and she knew that.

"bruno, come." she'd say, gripping his soft hands in hers. she'd gently pull him towards the seat by the window, and he'd kneel on the pillowy surface and look out over the beach. his mother would place an arm around his back and pull him close and she'd spell out stories of her beautiful, long-gone youth. bruno would listen as the waves crashed harshly into the beach. it was an unseen reflection of his mother and father's turmoil.

when bruno's mother left, he was distraught. he cried into his father's chest as he begged for mama to come back home. his father would rock his body back and forth, whispering soothing words into his ear.

"i know, kiddo," he'd say. he'd take all the tears and the snot and the soft punches and he'd let bruno tucker himself out. he'd always end up falling asleep and his dad would tuck him into his bed. he'd stare at the scratches from his son's tiny nails and his eyes would shift to the stars.

as bruno grew, his knowledge grew as well. his father would teach him all sorts of things. things about fishing, mostly, but he'd sprinkle in deeper messages like freshly grated parmesan over a steaming bowl of spaghetti. his words never went unheard. he worked himself near to the bone, trying to provide for his already wise son. he played it off. he acted like it wasn't happening, but too attentive was his boy to not realize the work was draining him.

"papa," bruno would say while his father made dinner. it was bistecca fiorentina, one of his favorites. "you're working too hard lately."

his father hummed knowingly, turning away from the stovetop to look at his boy. his black hair was pushed behind his ears and he was working on some kind of math homework. he picked out a few grapes from the bowl his father had laid out.

"not at all." bruno shot him a look.

"you should take this weekend off, papa. we could go fishing."

his father sighed, turning back around to check the steak.

"i'll see what i can do."

the next day, his father went into town to run some errands. he knew bruno would be alright at home, but he still left early in the morning while he was asleep just in case. as he left the house, he saw two men rapidly approaching him. they called and waved and beckoned him to come quick.

"is everything alright, sirs?" he asked, keys still in hand.

"you have a boat!" the first man yelled. quizzically, he nodded. "could you help us out?"

bruno's father couldn't say no. he agreed to bring the men out to a nearby island. it wouldn't be a long trip. he'd still be able to run his errands. cautiously he watched as the men boarded his boat. he started it up, setting course for the island. it wasn't long before he and the men approached the dock. the wonders of technological advancements...

it was a coat. just a coat, that left bruno bucciarati's father in critical condition in the hospital. all he wanted to do was return that coat to the man who left it, but lo and behold, he was the reason a drug deal went sour. an officer alerted the young boy and he bolted like lightning out of the house. his father was the last person he had left, and those piece of shit drug dealers weren't going to take that away from him. not with their guns or their knives or their fists. he flew through the halls of the hospital, throwing open every door. tears puddled in his blue eyes, glistening in the artificial LEDs that hung pathetically from the ceiling.

his father's condition had worsened by the time he got there. all the bullet holes and stab wounds had been patched up, but he was on life support. bruno knew things weren't looking up. with teary eyes, he gripped his father's hand tightly.

"tomorrow, papa, we'll go fishing. you won't have to run any errands. you won't have to go to work. it'll be me and you on the water, papa. promise me. promise me that we can go tomorrow." his voice broke with every syllable he was able to push out. his father's still-warm hand tightened for a moment.

"i promise, bruno. me and you on the water tomorrow, bruno. papa loves you. never forget that."

those were the last words his father would ever say to him. he didn't make it through the night. he swore on his last breath that he'd find those cocksuckers and bring his father to justice. at the ripe age of 13, he joined the italian mafia. the guilt he felt in his stomach was unshakable and it stewed inside. it never went away.

as bruno looked at his new, young companion, that feeling of guilt and loss had come back. giorno laid at his feet, body limp, warmth evaporating like water. he had to swallow back his nausea. it was his fault that giorno was dead. his fault that narancia was dead. his fault that abbacchio was dead. maybe he shouldn't have joined the mafia. he was working for the wrong cause for so long. no, he should have been there to save his father. he should have woken up and run errands with him. he should've forced his mom to stay so his dad didn't have to work so much. maybe he needed to be a better son. he should've been a better son.

wide blue eyes darted from diavolo's menacing frame to his own tanned, shaking hands. they were ever so gentle, just like when he was a little boy. but the youth had been replaced with bloodstains. blistering fucking bloodstains of all the lives he could've saved. a single tear fell down his face. maybe it was time to face defeat. or maybe, it was time to fight. he wasn't sure. he put on a face of bravery and determination. he had a mission to avenge all those he had lost.

but god, he wished it was him. he fought, secretly hoping every blow was the finishing one. his team, his father, his mother were all long-gone. how could he keep fighting? it should've been him.

"it should've been you." diavolo spoke as if he was reading bruno's mind. "it should've been you."

#angsty jojo's drabble omg #au where bruno's life is even worse #aka his mom leaves to get milk and never comes back #and his father dies in the hospital #and instead of dying at the end of golden wind #literally everyone but him does #basically super traumatized bruno with survivors guilt #i never write angst this is a first.................#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #vento aureo #golden wind #bruno bucciarati #YAY

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autizmoeddiemunson · 2 years

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little!will play date with little!steve and babysitter joyce? i seen something kind of similar i think and i really think your writing would go great with that plot!

“Green please?” Will asked, holding out his hand for Steve to give him the green crayon. The boys were laying on the floor, Will drawing, Steve coloring. Even if the headset of a four year old, Will was a very talented artist. Steve however, was struggling to do even simple coloring pages at the same mental age.

“Kids! We’re home!” Joyce called as her & Murray walked through the door. She was surprised by what she saw. She was expecting to see Will & Jane watching TV and Jonathan to be blasting music in his room with that Argyle boy. Instead, though, she saw Will and Steve drawing together while laying on the carpet, pacifiers in their mouths, some kids show on the tv.

She was confused but found it cute. As soon as Steve saw them, he spit the pacifier out of his mouth and quickly sat up. He flipped the coloring sheet over, dropped his crayons, and tried to look as normal as he could, despite the tears stinging in his eyes. She looked away in an attempt to conceal her perplexed face, Murray, however, looked completely unphased.

They walked into the kitchen & started unpacking the groceries. “What’s with your face?” Murray questioned. “Steve just didn’t strike me as… you know.” She replied. “A regressor? That kid’s been through hell and from what I’ve heard the Harringtons aren’t quite a loving family. Poor kid need’s some parental love.”

Joyce put the groceries away as Murray walked back into the living room. He crouched next to Steve and picked up the abandoned pacifier. “Drop something, bud?” Steve looked confused as the man cleaned it with a wet wipe. “What’s wrong?” Murray asked as he handed the pacifier to him. “I was scared you were gonna be mad…” The boy mumbled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, little one.” He wiped the tears from the little boy’s face and ruffled his hair, chuckling at the whine & annoyed fixing he got in response.

“And how are you, kiddo?” He said, turning to Will. Will wasn’t feeling the most talkative so he proudly showed his drawing to the man. “Such a pretty dragon!” Will giggled at him and removed his pacifier. “It’s not a dragon! Is a wyvern! See? It only has two legs!” Murray chuckled and apologized for his mistake before heading back to the kitchen.

“They’re ok with it?” Steve asked Will, shocked. Will nodded as he kept drawing. “I started accidentally regressing in the upside down and couldn’t stop when i got back. Then, uncle Murray came and he said it was healthy and helped me & mama with it.” He explained. “Wow… If my parents found out, I’d be living with Eddie full time…”

Will noticed the poor boy’s tone and grabbed his favorite stuffie from the couch and handed it to Steve. It was a black bat with a red ‘S + E’ stitched in a heart on the wing. He hugged it closely and placed his pacifier back into his mouth. He happily returned to his coloring.

Murray began cooking dinner for their family. Joyce played with the boys, attempting to beat Steve at a competition in drawing wyverns. She immediately lost despite her drawing being better. Will, being the judge picked Steve’s drawing due to the fact that he drew a wyvern and Joyce drew a dragon.

“Ms byers?” Steve quietly asked. “Call me Joyce, sweetie.” Steve nodded. “Ok, Joyce, can i stay for dinner? My parents aren’t home and Eddie has a show tonight and i cant really cook when im small.” He began rambling, worried she’d be upset at him. “Honey, hush, of course you can stay for dinner.” She smiled.

The 3 of them played for the rest of the evening. “Can you boys set the table?” Murray asked, as he removed his apron. The boys nodded and ran to the kitchen. They set the table, mostly correctly, and happily waited in their seats. Murray carried in a steaming lasagna, Joyce behind him with two sippy cups of juice in hand. “Here you go, boys.” She said as she set them in front of the boys. “Thank you, Joyce!” “Thanks, mama!” The boys said in unison.

Murray served the lasagna and filled their water glasses. They all happily ate dinner, Steve and Will giggling & joking to each other while the adults talked.

Steve finished his lasagna and picked up his water, he didn’t expect how heavy the glass would be and accidentally dropped it. The glass shattered. Steve immediately began sobbing and profusely apologizing, the scared boy was barely breathing.

He attempted to pick up the glass with his bare hands and accidentally cut his palm. As soon as the glass broke, Murray had run to the closet to grab what was needed to clean up the glass. When Joyce saw the boy’s hand, she rushed to get him to the kitchen.

She picked out any debris, ran his hand under water, disinfected it, and bandaged it. She kissed the large sesame street bandaid and walked him to the couch, unfortunately, she couldn’t carry him but will had made his way to the living room to avoid the glass which made him feel better.

“You ok, Stevie?” Will asked, playing with Steve’s fingers, careful not to disturb the wound. Steve nodded as Joyce sat on the couch, allowing the boys to cuddle up to her. “Sweet boys.” She said, rubbing soft circles into their backs. “Thank you, Joyce.” Steve mumbled as his eyelids grew heavy. “Any time, little one.”

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kyndaris · 2 months

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A Lesson in Radio Waves

I first played Night School Studio's Oxenfree after hearing good things about the title. Many of the reviews I read spoke of the excellent writing and praised how the dialogue easily flowed between characters in an almost realistic manner. Years later, I played Afterparty, which was another game from the studio. Set in Hell, the two protagonists would challenge Satan in a drinking contest to earn the privilege of returning to the World of the Living. It was an interesting conceit and I was eager to see what Night School Studio would make next.

Imagine my surprise when they were then acquired by Netflix to make exclusive games for the streaming giant!

Thankfully, though, Oxenfree II: Lost Signals was released on multiple platforms and could be purchased on Steam. But while it is true I do have a Netflix subscription and could have played the game on the platform, it's been a pain to figure out how to access their library of games as they are not readily available on the Desktop app version. In fact, it's why I've yet to play the sequel to Valiant Hearts. Given how laden down with games I've been, though, it's been a right struggle.

Anyways, Oxenfree II: Lost Signals acts as a sequel to the original game. Instead of following Alex and her friends around King Edward though, the main protagonist this time round is a woman called Riley. Five years after the events of the first game, Riley has returned to her hometown of Camena Coast. Although she is here to purportedly help in the study of radio anomalies around the town, depending on one's choice of dialogue options you soon learn she has a fraught relationship with her ill father. Later, if you so choose, you can reveal to Jacob, Riley's companion throughout the game, that she's pregnant. Possibly another factor for why she came back to her hometown.

As you explore Camena Coast, Riley and Jacob soon stumble upon a strange phenomenon. When they see an interdimensional portal open up in the sky above King Edward Island, they are also gifted a vision of three teenagers (Olivia, Charlie and Violet) trying to communicate with the dead. Riley and Jacob, fearing what the portal might bring, set about triangulating radio signals from multiple transmitters to close it for good.

Over the course of the night, Riley and Jacob experience strange supernatural events, confront the posse of teenagers dabbling with powers they know not, and grapple with the return of World War II era ghosts. But what came as a real surprise for me was the reveal that Alex, the protagonist of the first game, was also reaching through the void in order to break herself and her friends out of the time loop they found themselves in five years ago.

It all culminates in one last confrontation at King Edward Island where one person must sacrifice themselves to close the interdimensional rift for good. In my playthrough, that choice was easy. I picked Olivia.

One might wonder why I would pick a young teenager over an expectant mother or Jacob but since the death of her parents, Olivia hasn't had much to live for. But by choosing to stay behind, she is able to be a version of the parents she lost, which was her entire goal from the very beginning.

Oxenfree II doesn't have much in way of complicated gameplay. It essentially has the player click, or use the directional keys, to move Riley around a static screen. While there are the occasional objects Riley can interact with, it's actually the dialogue that serves as the basis for the game (and the tuning of a radio). Whether that was fleshing out the lore behind the island and its cult, or the characters.

What I liked most were the visions where Riley was visited by her future son, Rex. Through these interactions, we were able to see the parallels between their relationship and the one Riley shared with her father. And I, always keen to know more about the people around me, or the fictional characters I play around with, can fill in the gaps and feed my own headcanon for how things shake out.

There are only a few things though that I wish could have been answered such as the identity of Rex's father and if Michael, who I brought back in the first game, would be considered a canon event at all.

But while I liked the story for what it was, I felt like the decisions I had to make didn't make much impact to the direction the story could have taken barring a few side conversations with people over the radio. This meant that no matter what I chose, the ending would always be predetermined with a few select differences based on the person I chose to close the rift.

Given this was the last game I played in 2023, I was hoping for something with a bit more oomph. Unfortunately, Oxenfree II was a slowburn fizzle. The mystery too, with the floating bodies and distorted voices, added a bit of variety, did keep me invested in the story but didn't give me any unsettling vibes like games such as the Little Nightmares series or Limbo. Then again this may have been because of my already high expectations for the story, which was let down by the fairly rote story I was given.

On a completely unrelated note, by the time this post goes up, I should be overseas with bleachpanda. The two of us are probably somewhere in South Korea, fumbling our way through the language to visit iconic sites around the country. So, if you see two Asian-Australians either lounging in a cafe or struggling to have ourselves understood, come and say 'hi.' I know bleachpanda will probably wonder how I might have written a whole blog post while she wasn't looking but as I've told them countless times, I have these scheduled and the actual moment I've written these posts is sometime in the not too distant past.

Of course, given I've gone overseas, that does mean there WILL be travel posts coming to the blog soon!

While bleachpanda has made it VERY clear they don't like my idea of ugly candid photos, I'll strive to take some nonetheless. My humour, as always, is stuck somewhere between that of a 6-year-old and dark dry wit.

Doubtless, I won't be able to UPLOAD any of the photos of @bleachpanda to my blog but I'll most assuredly be using them to torment my erstwhile travelling companion as we traipse around Asia.

#video games #oxenfree II: lost signals #riley #jacob #rex #radiowaves #interdimensional rifts

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nothingimportantanywhere · 5 months

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For the fic ask thing, after re-reading Genesis, I've just gone over and over this passage so many times and I need to know what is going through Orpheus' head at this time. What is our boy feeling, thinking I just need you to peel him apart for me for this part:

Then she feels Orpheus’s hand on her cheek, and he calls her the word that only the Shu’kyani should know. She stares up at him, and he must see the question in her eyes. “My mother called me that,” he says. “But it seems to have been forgotten amongst our people.” “Probably on purpose.” “The githzerai -” the word seems almost obscene in his mouth. “Still use it. But they have stripped it of its meaning. They use it to refer to a child who has been hurt in a training exercise.”

Behind him there is a pail filled with steaming water, and a bundle of rags. She cannot quite believe it when he picks one up and starts to dab away the dirt on her face. The varsh scrub them down after, of course, but like they are removing stubborn dirt off the floor.

There is a pile of dirty rags on the floor before she can ask him if it was true the Vlaakiths, the first ones, had been chosen from the ranks of the Shu’kyani.

“I do not know about the first,” he says. “Why my mother chose her is a mystery. But the others? Voss says it was so. He says before the lich-queen, Shu’kyani were trained in tactics and history and anything else a Queen might need to know. And the best of them was chosen to be Queen, and to take the name. Lift your foot.”

He kneels before her, and scrubs the sole of dirt and blood. The tattoos on his skull remind him of the lightning strikes that she sometimes sees across the sky in the material plane. Something in Pa’zeth makes her reach out and touch him; for a brief moment she thinks he will lay his head into her naked lap. But after cleaning her legs he stands.

And just anything else you wanna add about it, and also how Voss is feeling too. I'm so obssessed about Pa'zeth are her disdain towards Voss because it's so real and raw and completely understandable to want to rip his face off. urgh.

This is about tenderness and connection. And, of course, about Gith, his mother. I think that I base a lot of Orpheus's characterisation around the loss of his mother. I think Gith did love her son, and he knew that, and he is proud that she was willing to do anything to save her people...but at the end of the day, she still left him behind. And with our mutual h/c about Zerthimon being his biological father, he's lost both of his parents, in a society that doesn't place any value on familial bonds. Not even Voss can really understand it, and perhaps he doesn't understand it either, really, because he can't articulate it; of course he thinks/knows his mother did absolutely what she thought she had to, but perhaps some part of him believes she's still going to come back. Some part of him is always going to be a little boy waiting for his wild, dangerous, clever, brave mother come back from raid. But to vocalise this is dangerous, because he needs to present this aura of absolute certainty. And here is this person, who is probably the only person not to have either cursed him out or fallen to his feet, who is as close to a mother as githyanki is, who stands there and says: you are wrong, and here's why. She's not cowed by Voss, or by the fact she might die for saying the wrong thing. She bears herself as bravely as any warrior, and perhaps he sees her as carrying the spirit of Gith with her; not in the way that she is a conqueror or violent, but in the way she says: this is my value, and I know it, and I would rather die than accept that I am less.

He also is confronted with the messy realities of what reproduction looks like for Githyanki now. Pa'zeth is literally bleeding talking to him. She is tired and dirty. There is honour in it but no dignity. And that viscerally offends him, because what did Gith fight for if not for the Gith to be more than animals? So he's giving all that he feels he can give to her, right now: dignity. Acknowledgement. Reassurance. What I feel like he's saying to her, "you should have been given much more than you've had." This is the only place Vlaakith has allowed tenderness in Githyanki society, because it was beneath her notice. But it's not beneath his. And he craves this tiny part of it for himself. In the same way that Pa'zeth wants to be more than an animal and in this moment he wants to be less than a Prince. He wants to be a boy again, just for a moment. At some point in his past he'd have sat with his mother after battle and washed the mud off her face. The true tragedy in this moment is that he can only give Pa'zeth what she wants by denying what he wants. Tenderness and vulnerability are still seen as weakness and he can't afford to display either. As for why Pa'zeth hates Voss? Because in her eyes, he's entangled with Vlaakith. At the end of the day, as far as she sees it, he's got everything he wants; silver sword, dragon, status and he has lost...nothing. She's not only seen all of her contemporaries die, but is now experiencing the loss of someone younger. And he's now there, thinking he can tell her what to do, how to act, what to feel. Perhaps unfairly, she sees him as complicit in a system that has killed millions of their people. Plus he manages to say all the wrong things, which, not his fault, but there's a reason Orpheus sends him out.

I am here, and I am listening to you.

#githyanki #githyanki lore discussion #my writing #shu'kyani #oc: Pa'zeth #prince orpheus

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horangkwon · 1 year

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⭐ Dieciséis: Let that cat cook!!

wc: 850

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—What are you doing here?— Chan asked, frowning at the girl’s current state; her eyeliner was completely ruined due to her steaming tears, her hair was a mess, she was holding an empty glass of god knows what in her left hand, and her shoes on the right… what even happened while he was gone?

—I could ask you the same question— Jisun retorted, not in the mood for getting interviewed by her friend. The hallway where she had bumped into him went silent as they stared into each other's eyes, holding a silent battle for dominance which the girl lost, as tears had formed in the corners of her eyes once more. —Chan… I can't do this…— she said in a whisper, dropping her shoes to the floor.

His eyes widened in slight shock, he grabbed his friend by her shoulders —What are you talking about? What happened? Did someone hurt you at the party?— he interrogated her once more, but she stayed silent, her eyes were lost somewhere else —Jisun, please, tell me what's going on— he insisted.

—I guess you are the only one here who can understand, after all— she finally said, picking up her shoes again and walking in the opposite direction from the party, Chan following her steps close behind, carefully watching her moves just in case she broke down again.

—What do you mean by that?— he asked, even though he was pretty sure of the answer.

—Friendzone? Do people still use that word?— Chan sighed and sat beside her when she stopped at one of the many benches found in the hallway —I guess my case doesn't even fit in the friendzone, it's more like classmate-zone?—.

He opened his eyes even wider in realization, he quickly turned his head in her direction —Wait, are you telling me you like Seungkwan?!— he whisper-yelled as if the guy with the shiny jacket could be listening from behind one of the decorative plants.

—Ye- wait what? No!— Jisun stared at her friend in disbelief —I knew you were slow, but that’s too much…— she sighed, mindlessly playing with the bracelet that adorned her wrist —It’s about Jiwon—.

Chan clicked his tongue —Of course, I knew that already…— he mumbled, making the girl smile for the first time that night —So… I guess that means she hasn’t apologized to you— he looked at the wall in front of him, where a painting of an orange cat baking blueberry cupcakes was hanging, kudos to the hotel’s decoration team.

—I don’t really care about the apology, to be honest— she put her high heels back on —It’s just… I thought Jiwon and I were close, but it seems like I’ve been liking someone who was taken and never told me, and also sees me as merely part of her stupid team project…— she grabbed her glass once more, and stood up; Chan watched her in complete silence, not knowing how to comfort her. —But I’m fine now… I guess I just needed to say these things out loud to realize how stupid all this is— Jisun turned back to face her friend —Thanks, Chan, and good luck—.

She turned in her room’s direction and walked away, leaving a very confused Chan behind, sitting on the bench with no more company than the baker cat —What the Hell did just happen?— he asked, but the two-dimensional animal did not answer him. The young man sighed again and got up, walking in the opposite direction of Jisun’s.

(...)

—I’m glad you could make it to the party!— Soonyoung spoke over the music; luckily, someone had told the DJ about the loud volume and it was now more bearable —Are you having a good time so far?—.

Considering that all your friends had abandoned you, there was currently a civil war happening in SVT, and your college life was falling apart for the lack of project ideas… Yeah, you were not doing so great. Regardless, it’s not like you could just vent to a stranger in the middle of a party, so you nodded —I had no idea hotels could host parties like this— not your smartest comment, considering that this was your first time staying in a hotel, but in your defense, you were exhausted to think of a nicer thing to say.

The concierge stepped closer, a faint smirk painting his face —Mind if I dance with you?—. Well, now you had many questions, like, was it normal for the staff to dance with customers? Why was he being so friendly with you, even though you had met each other once, and he almost made you disappear inside an abandoned building? Was he drunk? Were you drunk?

Fuck it, you were done being all gloomy, you deserved to have some fun on your last night at the Caratland hotel. —Sure, why not?— you smiled at him, closing the distance even more and letting the music take over your body.

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❝⭐Five Dollars and a Dream.❞

Soonyoung's plan was perfect: get a degree in contemporary dance, upload covers on YouTube, perform on the streets, ???, become rich, and live in a gigantic mansion with a family of tigers. Well, there might be flaws in his logic, but his passion (and a lucky encounter) will push him to make his dreams a reality.

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A/N: This was honestly so rushed, but I didn't want to leave you guys empty-handed(?)

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#hoshi #hoshi smau #kwon soonyoung #seventeen #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #seventeen hoshi #seventeen x reader #hoshi angst #hoshi fluff #hoshi x reader #hoshi reactions #hoshi imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen imagines #kwon soonyoung x reader

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dazaikinning · 2 years

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strange

part 4 (╥ ╥)

a/n : sorry if it's bad again, i completely lost motivation ever since me and my gf broke up, we're still friends but we just don't talk much anymore. but here's part 4 :)

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@thatdazaikin here you go!!! (ʃƪ＾>＾）

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"is there something on my face?" he interrupted, "or is my face too handsome?" grinning. you were again, feeling pink, "what are you trying to imply-? your hair just looks a little messy, that's all.", lying turning your head away from him, "ah!!! why didn't you tell me sooner???" as he tried to fix his bangs. you laughed at his little actions, close one?

"i think it's best we get going to class." you said and he nodded.

the weekends are close and you're still trying to find an outfit, that's not always sweaters or sweatpants. you sighed in distressed, "guess shopping for some clothes wouldn't hurt right..?", you then put your clothes back on the clothes rack. one of the clothes fell, "hm, what's this doing here?" you picked up and saw a light brunette shirt with white stripes and long sleeves.

"maybe this'll fit with a skirt?" you placed the shirt on your bed and searched everywhere for one, finally a plain white skirt, that's almost below your knees. "guess i'll be wearing long socks with it." you then prepared your clothes and went to bed, you weren't honestly sleeping, you were just continuing crimes and punishment, planning to borrow a new book.

waking up, sunday. it was 8:30 am, you then sat up and stretched yourself, yawning. you then got up and head to showering and preparing for your so called date?

after you were done preparing you then looked yourself in the mirror, and boy were you embarrassed.

am i just trying to impress him? i look horrible anyways, oh god why do i keep trying to embarrassing myself???

you tried calming yourself down and heard a ringtone from your phone, it was dazai.

dazai osamu

8:53 am | good morning!!!! i'm gonna be so excited to show you the café!!! just meet me at the place where we were almost late for class!!

you then remembered when you riding on dazai's bicycle and became red. you shook your head immediately and just went out of your apartment, of course you locked the door.

you then went on your way to that place and found dazai already waiting for you, he was wearing a sweater with trousers and still bandaged, you felt embarrassed then turned away to hide yourself as you felt a hand on your shoulder, you flinched. "hmm, who could you be??" "ah-, dazai?" you turned back to him as he's admiring you, "you look so beautiful!! ahhh i'm stunned!!" he smiled. you were even more embarrassed, beautiful..??? of course you were trying not to show yourself, "eh, really-? you look better than me though.." here goes his dramatical gasps again.

"how can you not see it??! you're so pretty i could even ask you to do a double sui-" you interrupted, "alright alright, could you bring us to the café now?" he answered, "ah, how forgetful of me! of course, just hold my hand and i'll lead you." he bowed.

there's no way he wants to hold my han-

he immediately took your hand and started walking. you were steaming and feeling tense, as he looked over to you, "am i making you uncomfortable? i can-" "no it's fine, really." you shook your head, trying to hide your flushed face. you finally arrived at the café, café uzumaki.

"this café looks nice." you were amazed, as you turned back and saw dazai was gone. what the? you saw tried finding seats for the both of you and sat down, "such sweet beautiful rose you are, its a pity you wouldn't join me in a lover's suicide.." you saw him flirting with the waitress as you made an awkward laugh, feeling a bit upset. "ah, please grab a seat! i'll be coming over to you soon!", "thank you!" you walked over to the seat where she pointed as dazai follows you. both of you were quiet while you were trying to avoid eye contact with him. "is there something wrong?" he asked, "no it's really nothing dazai, why?" you replied. "you seem upset, are you jealous?" his lips formed a grin, your eyes widened a bit, "of course not, i just.. didn't know what to talk about." shooking your head, "alright sure.." he huffed.

you both then went on talking about your interests and all of that til it was almost 10 am.

you checked the bill and it came to $7, "i guess i don't mind paying.", "nooo, as a gentleman i must pay." "well a gentleman shouldn't be flirting with other women." you chuckled and saw dazai widened eyes, you realized what you said and stopped laughing. "hmm, aren't you too the quite flirtatious one?" he sneered.

i should've shut myself up before i had said that. god what am i doing??

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wew 🥲🥲

#dazai x reader #bsd x reader #bsd #cringe #cringe asf #fluff #dazai x you

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trialbymagicks · 8 months

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Revisiting Hidden Expedition: Titanic (2006) [PC, Steam]

Valentine's Day is about self-love too, so I'm treating myself by revisiting the beloved Hidden Expedition series of hidden object games from my childhood, starting with Hidden Expedition: Titanic! 💘

Plot

The Hidden Expedition Adventure League (H.E.A.L.) has received word that the Queen’s crown rests in the wreckage of the RMS Titanic and they are enlisting the help of the most daring treasure hunter they know to retrieve it. So, it’s up to you to dive into the remains of the sunken ship and salvage as many antique artifacts as you can for the Titanic Museum Foundation during your search. How nice of them to pay you for your trouble with as many gems as you can carry!

Introduction

On July 19, 2006, Big Fish Games launched Hidden Expedition: Titanic for Windows and this charming hidden object game quickly found a resting place in the hearts of its players.

I have very fond memories of playing it on an old secondhand laptop late at night, fascinated by the chilling atmosphere and the concept of unraveling mysteries from a long-lost past. Unfortunately, I hadn’t been able to finish it, so for over a decade my mind was filled with burning questions about what treasure awaited me at the end. It wasn’t until the hidden object bug bit me again back in 2019, bringing that memory back into the forefront of my mind, that I learned that this simple game about a famous sunken ship had become the flagship for an entire series. So, I scoured the internet for this beloved relic of my past and, when I finally realized that Titanic was on Steam alongside a handful of other games from the series, it felt like the catharsis I’d been waiting for.

Some reviews on the store page addressed a concern about the game not opening to full screen, which initially worried me. Would I have to manually adjust my screen resolution in order to play it or would I simply not be able to play it at all due to the objects being too small to see? As it turned out, I never encountered either problem – even running it on a Windows 10 system – so it’s possible that that aspect of the Steam port was fixed.

Fair warning: Upon first startup, you are required to grant the program permission to make changes to your computer. This appears to be what allows it to change its resolution and open to full screen, but if that makes you uncomfortable, you may want to pass on picking it up because the game will not run if you don’t give it permission. You can, of course, choose to play the game in windowed mode later on if that is a more comfortable fit for you.

Whatever the case, I am grateful that my experience playing Titanic now was just as I remembered back when it first came out. Having sparked a love of hidden object games within me, this is the game that instantly comes to mind as the primary example whenever I think of the genre.

Review

As the first game in the series, Hidden Expedition: Titanic may not possess the larger than life cast of characters, grand sweeping story arcs, arsenal of brain-teasing puzzles, and fully voiced cutscenes of later installments, but it is a charming example of what a hidden object game is at its heart.

The gameplay is intuitive and the rules are simple to grasp:

Complete all scenes (plus bonus round) in each dive to move on to the next dive.

Each dive is timed, allotting a certain number of minutes to complete.

Find all hidden objects in each scene before the timer or oxygen level runs out.

Clicking on the wrong object uses up oxygen.

A small amount of oxygen can be replenished by finding the hidden oxygen tank in each dive.

Bonus: Challenge yourself to find all 5 gems in each scene.

The nonintrusive plot offers a humble explanation for the underwater Titanic theme and a reason to play as an explorer embarking on this dive – the promise of a secret treasure at the end and the reward of knowing you found it – which it gracefully follows through on.

The simple melody that greets the player on the opening menu sounds like a promise of adventure and the eerie repeating tune that plays during dives provides a mysterious atmosphere of wonder as well as urgency the lower the oxygen level gets. Of course, there is also a collection of Titanic facts to discover for anyone who may find themselves hungry for knowledge about the topic.

What really tripped me up as a kid was the fact that I had never seen nor heard of a lot of the antique objects on the item lists, so I wasn’t sure what to look for and usually ended up clicking around aimlessly and running out of oxygen once I had found everything I recognized. Even the hint system, which will show you where a random object is, uses up oxygen per hint!

Replaying the game as an adult was remarkably less stressful. I’m sure this is because I have learned more since then and am also much better at guessing what an object’s purpose is by its name, which makes them infinitely easier to spot in the scene. There are also plenty of occasions where it helps to know that a word could represent multiple images (for example: bat, pipe, fork, spade, plane, note, and compass), so don’t be afraid to utilize that pause button and a thesaurus if you need to!

At the end of each dive, there is a bonus puzzle to solve. The player will have to either restore an old photograph by putting its pieces together in the right order or locate a collection of silhouetted items based on a fictional passenger’s profile, no more no less.

Be aware that the final mini game before the game’s conclusion takes a surprisingly different approach!

For me, it was a little confusing at first. I failed a few times and was forced to redo the final dive after every failure in order to try again.

But that’s what I get for not paying attention! If I had taken my time, I might have realized that I wasn’t supposed to guess the numbers by clicking on random items and hoping for a clue. Instead, the numbers that appear on the combination are the hints for each object I was supposed to find. This experience did teach me that the numbers are completely random for each attempt, just like how the item lists for each scene are randomized.

Note that, to complete a dive, you must fully explore all 2 or 3 scenes labeled on the blueprint of the ship and the bonus puzzle at the end. There is no way to save your progress in the middle of a dive, so if you return to the menu or exit the game before completing it, the game will require you to complete all scenes of that dive again when you re-enter.

But this does also mean you will get new item lists when you replay the scenes, so the replay value of the game in general is pretty solid! If you were interested in farming gems this way to increase the number displayed on your certificate when you complete the game (since there appears to be no other purpose for them), you could choose to take advantage of that feature rather than rushing through the game.

Overall, this game is great for anyone looking for a simple (and lightheartedly gimmicky) hidden object experience!

The Story So Far...

While Hidden Expedition: Titanic provides little establishing lore for what would become a series set in an alternate timeline version of reality and begs us not to throw our suspension of disbelief out the window, there is still a tasty chunk of information to read into. So, let me gently take you by the hand and guide you on this journey into the great unknown…

The player character, henceforth referred to as Eris for reasons that will soon become clear, starts out as a (morally questionable) treasure-hunter-for-hire who comes highly recommended by the Hidden Expedition Adventure League (H.E.A.L.) as someone who would “appreciate embarking on [the] grand, yet perilous adventure” into the wreckage of the RMS Titanic on behalf of the Titanic Museum Foundation. Does Eris work for H.E.A.L. as an agent or just a contact? We have yet to know!

Regardless, Eris’ goal is to retrieve an unspecified number of artifacts – namely the Queen’s crown, which had been on its way to a New York exhibition at the time of the ship’s tragic first voyage – and how do you suppose the museum plans to pay for this life-threatening mission? Not with a guaranteed lump sum of money, but rather with as many gems as Eris can salvage from the wreckage themself! Of course, these gems aren’t the priority of this mission, but they’re Eris’ to keep if they can find any before running out of oxygen.

That’s not even addressing the fact that the Titanic Museum Foundation somehow expects its hired hand to swim into the wreck with nothing but scuba gear for protection against implosion-inducing pressure at 12,500 feet below sea level. Either H.E.A.L. is leaps and bounds ahead of society’s technological advancements in underwater exploration or this character is indestructible.

Oh, and another little detail that Director J. Narl Spurdly doesn’t share with Eris before sending them into the depths is that, if they happen to run out of oxygen before finding all of the artifacts on the museum’s list… the Foundation isn’t reeling them back in. Totally not morbid at all! Game mechanics aside, it’s more likely implied that they do let the player character return to safety with whatever had been salvaged in the given amount of time, but they are inevitably sent back out with a new list and renewed oxygen for another attempt.

Evidently, the chance to see the wreck up close must have been too tempting for the immortal Eris to refuse because they agree. It is at this point that I must wonder if the random Titanic facts that appear on screen during dives are meant to represent 1) the Titanic Museum representatives sharing information with them or 2) the notion that the player character is a trivia lover who is reflecting on their knowledge as a distraction from the very likely possibility of a nightmarish death before drowning. Either way, the crown is recovered, Eris is presumably a hefty pile of gems richer, and the Titanic Museum Foundation has bragging rights.

But of course staring down the face of imminent death beneath the sea for the hubris of a vain humanity wouldn’t be enough to satisfy this adrenaline junkie – because the next time the H.E. challenge comes calling, Eris is ready to set their sights on a much grander prize at Mt. Everest’s summit.

Resources

Screenshots are a mix of my own and from Neoseeker’s gallery.

For more information on the series, check out the Hidden Expedition Wikipedia page, the Big Fish Games Hidden Expedition Website, and the Hidden Expedition TV Tropes page.

Note: This article was originally posted on WordPress on February 14, 2023.

#Hidden Expedition #Hidden Expedition Titanic #Big Fish Games #hidden object games #games #posts on trial

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