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how do you think the toxic!slytherins would be with an innocent!reader who’s literally the biggest sweetheart in the world (even to men which the slytherin boys don’t like)
Slytherin Boys – with an innocent partner
Warning: toxic boys! Not proofread
Mattheo ...
… would be so protective. He’d want to rip his hair out whenever you smiled at someone else – ready to help with whatever.
… had been drawn to you because of your innocence but now he constantly had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from losing his grip on his sanity – he did not wish to scare you.
… would silently glare at anyone that dared to approach you, his arms crossed in front of his chest with his brow raised. He was glad that most people – especially those, who had heard every rumor about him – nervously smiled at you before retreating. And those who were stupid enough – or unfortunate enough to not know him – would have to deal with his wrath.
… however, would never want to change you – you were his little sunshine after all. He’d just need to get rid of all the annoying sunflowers trying to bask in your warmth. Your warmth was only reserved for him, after all.
Theodore …
… was annoyed by your unrelenting need to help everyone out. He and everyone else were aware that you just couldn’t say no. You simply couldn’t.
… would try different ways to keep people away from you – with the male audience he was successful, silencing the lot with his bloody knuckles and a few of his favorite curses – but he couldn’t go and hurt or threaten girls as well, right? Not only was it wrong, but the girls would surely talk about it and one day the whispers would reach you. He didn’t want you to hate him.
… finally comes up with the perfect plan: He’s going to manipulate you into thinking that your ‘neglect’ is breaking his heart and makes you believe that he feels unloved in your relationship. The tears in your eyes caused guilt to pool in his stomach, the sob that forced its way out from between your lips broke his heart but the way you clung to him was totally worth it.
Lorenzo …
… has bitten his lips bloody from the all the times that his time with you had been interrupted by random students. Even in the privacy of either of your dorm rooms people would find you. Keeping his image that he had so carefully crafted in mind, he refrained from taking action – keeping everything he wanted to do to those imbeciles strictly trapped in that colorful mind of his.
… however, had never been the most patient boy – especially when it came to love. The moment you talked to that stinking Weasley something in his head seemed to snap – just like the ginger head’s neck would if he continued talking to you.
… would be extremely possessive and jealous.
… for once in his life, wouldn’t know what to do, without possibly ruining everything with you.
Draco …
… fell in love with that sweet smile and those eyes that would light up, whenever he greeted you. However, he quickly realized that he wasn’t the only one smitten with you.
… would be so pissed and green with jealousy.
… hates the idea of you spending time with people that did not deserve your attention and because he is afraid that someone will take advantage of you, he’ll just stick to you 24/7. That way he can protect you if something were to happen.
Blaise …
… loves watching you interact with your friends but only if it’s with female friends.
… is very protective because he is afraid that people will take advantage of you.
… loves to be at the receiving end of your innocence.
… constantly teases you and enjoys watching your cheeks redden.
Tom …
… love and hates your purity – who is he kidding? He fell in love with you for that exact reason, but he hates that he can’t keep you bottled up and locked away just for himself.
… he’d definitely be the most direct and aggressive in keeping others away from you. He wasn’t afraid of losing you – you’d never leave him. He wouldn’t allow it.
… is your shadow – he’ll follow you around everywhere because he doesn’t trust anyone – especially not your knowledge of human nature.
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Not a dog, but a rat pt.II
2,3k nsfw mdni
This is home now.
The stale odor of sweat that once assaulted your senses is now familiar. The biting tang of iron no longer constricts your throat with its pungency. The dim lights that flicker overhead, bathing both spectators and fighters in a sickly glow doesn't leave you lightheaded anymore.
It's a constant. Adaptation is the first word that comes to mind— a process that's helped you survive in this new environment— but then Simon turns his attention to you from across the room.
He sits on a bench, a solitary figure amidst the chaos of this rowdy place. His knuckles are wrapped in tape and has got white buds in his ears— the way he channels his focus, a barrier between him and everything else. His stare is heavy, thick with an emotion you can't, or won't, name. But you can feel it. It pricks at your nerve endings, like tiny claws. It stirs within your chest, sending your heart aflutter with anticipation, tinged with a hint of fear. A wave of heat washes over you, blooming in your cheeks and warming your stomach; an admission.
Acceptance.
You break away from his intense gaze with your bottom lip pinched between your teeth.
This is your reality.
The fighters, the brawls, the dirty money, the blood— it's no longer just Simon's world. It's yours too. It's crusted beneath your fingernails and stuffed inside the pull-out couch you sleep on.
(Day number: ??? of begging Simon to buy you a proper mattress since he won't get a flat of his own)
It's waking every morning to soothe battered skin, fix broken noses, and ice black eyes.
Home— something brushes the tip of your ear, getting your attention— sweet...
home.
"What's a kleine maus like you doing in a gritty place like this?" His voice cuts through the cacophony of sounds that resound in the pit. A giant among men. Pallid skin, sinewy muscle taut over bone. A network of blue rivers runs through his arm, visible under the light as he reaches out to coil a lock of your hair around his long finger that resembles bare branches in winter.
"Katze got your tongue?" His grin sends a shiver up your spine. It lacks the warmth of life as if someone carved it out of frost-bitten marble. Fissure-like scars stretch across his face, bisecting a thick brow. Jagged lines of silver on his gaunt cheeks, the corner of his mouth and chin.
And one scar runs from the base of his aquiline nose— a thin, rosy mark, strangely delicate looking— down to his thin upper lip. The result of a congenital defect. Human. Unlike his eyes: a cold, stark blue devoid of light.
Your instincts scream, to run, to flee but deep-seated fear has you paralyzed, like gnarled roots snaking around your ankles, gripping tight, holding you captive. An even smaller part of your mind tells you that it'd be futile. There's no escaping this predator.
His eyes narrow a whit, the corners of his inhumane smile dropping. Anxiety has your thoughts in a Gordian knot— unease twisting and looping in the pit of your belly. You can feel the beginning pricks of pain on your scalp, the strands of hair he's got a hold of being pulled taut, stretched like a bridge.
Tears well up in your eyes unbidden.
"If you won't talk, then you'll sing." A threat. You're a marionette in his hands, and he's about to jerk the strings.
A gloved hand shoots out like a coiled snake, encircling his wrist, the leather groaning under the strain of his iron grip. "I'd let go o' her if I were you."
The grip on your hair slackens, relief flowing through you, thick and palpable. John stands in front of you with squared, broad shoulders and a set jaw— a shield between the stranger and you. It doesn't matter, however, because the stranger's towering stature is surreal, dwarfing even John's considerable height.
"König. Where is your handler? Wretched mongrels like you ought to remain leashed." John spits out, his facial hair contorting as he sneers. Your hand tentatively seeks his and you draw a shuddering breath when the comforting warmth of his presence seeps through the fabric of his gloves and melts into your clammy skin.
"Horangi?" He cocks his head, sunken eyes flashing to yours. A faint whimper escapes your tightly sealed lips and an amused look dances across his features. "Around looking for you, I imagine. I am not my inhaber's keeper." The mocking lilt in his gravelly tone doesn't go unnoticed. John's hand tightens around yours. "Besides. I was merely," he pauses, licking the front of his crooked teeth, "meeting her acquaintance. Ja, Fräulein?"
Your heart races, pounding against your ribcage as he addresses you, but John remains the immovable object. "Don't." His voice is a barely contained growl. "I won't be tellin' you again."
The authority in John's words is unignorable. It wipes the remnants of König's mirth off his face. There's a shift in the air then, electricity prickling at your nerves, raising the hair on the back of your neck. A storm is brewing. Your shoulders tighten, as does your hand, awaiting the impending crack of thunder.
"Boss." Just like that, the singular word cuts through the thickened atmosphere, lightening the oppressive tension between them two. "Problem?"
Simon comes to stand next to John, shoulder to shoulder. Reinforcing the wall you're hidden behind.
John sucks his teeth. "I don't think so. König?" It's not a question.
"Nein. No problem." Your eyes are lowered to the mud-slick floor as he leaves. You counted 14 littered betting slips.
John's grip loosens around your hand, leaning in to murmur something into Simon's ear before turning to you. "Gotta be careful 'round these types. Best stick with one of us, eh?" Another not a question.
It doesn't take much to guess what exactly he told him, not with that wild glint in his eye that he's currently looking at you with. It burns with ferocity, untamed and fervent. Simon wraps an arm around your waist and swiftly lifts you over his shoulder and carves a path through the drunken onlookers, ignoring the stares and taunting cat whistles as he heads towards the locker room.
The door slams against the wall as he kicks it open, the sound reverberating through the room. placing you down on one of the benches roughly, making you grimace at the jolt of brief pain that shoots up your back on impact.
"Simon!" His long strides already have him rounding the corner towards the showers, out of sight. "Arsehole. Tossing me around like some—" you startle when he suddenly reappears, the rest of the sentence sinking into your stomach, his face twisted with rage.
"Where'd he touch you?" He demands, casting a dark shadow over you as he looms.
His arrogant tone snaps the wisp-thin thread of patience you dangled from. "Listen, Ghost, I—" Your words are cut short as his large hand wraps around the underside of your jaw, fingers dimpling your cheeks with an unforgiving grip.
"No lip from you. Not right now." His command is final. Powerless in his hold, you can only gaze up at him with eyes wide with incredulity and a slightly puckered mouth.
"'M no' askin' again. Did he touch you here?" His other hand grazes the side of your head, featherlight, by your ear.
A nod.
"Wha' about 'ere?" Fingertips trail lines of intimacy from your cheek straight down to the column of your neck, lingering by your fluttering pulse.
A shake.
"'S good. I'd be obligated to erase 'is touch with my own. Isn't tha' right, pet? Only I get to touch you. Eh?" He rumbles, his words laced with a proprietary edge that tangle around your spine.
Heat licks up the sides of your jaw. The implication is clear. It's a claim, a brand on your flesh, a line drawn in the sand no one will ever dare cross.
Exclusive.
You made your choice long ago; it only took you this long to come to terms with it. It's bittersweet as it goes down your throat.
A slow nod.
"Good girl." His hand falls away from your face as he leans in. "Now remind me. Where else he touch ya?" Possessive. Intense. All-consuming.
Your eyes flick to the door with no lock and he gets your wordless message. "Kyle's on standby. No one's allowed t'see you like this but me."
The bench creaks under the shift of weight as he sits on it. His hands, firm and assertive, pull you across the wooden surface with ease, draping your legs over his own.
"Talk to me or I leave you here," his gaze drags down from the smooth skin of your neck down the swell of your chest, to your clothed sex. It's like an oil spill, spreading unchecked, leaving behind a slick residue of heat. "Wantin'. I can smell it fr'm 'ere."
Ironic how he barely says a word any other time, but apparently will chat up a storm during this poor excuse of foreplay.
"He—," you choke out, "he didn't touch me anywhere else."
Simon looks at you through half-lidded eyes as his steady hand disappears beneath the fabric of your shirt. "Didn't touch ya here?" His fingers teasingly follow the curve of your bare breast. You shake your head mutedly.
"No? How about 'ere?" The pad of his thumb brushes against your stiffened peak, swirling it once, twice. You clench your jaw to keep from making a sound. Another shake.
He pinches it lightly before rolling it between his thumb and index. "'S good." He moves down to just below your navel, the whisper of contact trailing fire on your tender flesh. "I know he didn't touch 'ere."
No, he didn't. Neither has Simon, until now.
"Nor here." He unbuttons the front of your jeans and grabs the pull of your zipper, the clicking of the metal teeth like the ticking of a clock, counting down to what's about to happen. The damp air in the showers is thick with anticipation. His eyes never leave yours, pinning you in place like a butterfly on display, as he curls his fingers around the waistband of both your jeans and knickers.
You only get a moment's pause, to stop this train in its tracks but it's fleeting, like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.
He pulls down, taking everything off of one leg completely and letting it bunch up around the other, pooling at your ankle. He exhales a sharp, ragged breath.
"I'd fuck you, but this isn't the place f'r it." Simon spits on his fingers and lightly drags them along your folds, lathering your cunt with his makeshift lube.
You gasp sharply when he catches your pearl, flicking it gently with a tip of his finger. Your back arches at the startling sensation. "Should've let me see this pretty pussy months ago, pet. Would've made your life and mine a hell of a lot easier."
He continues moving his hand along your wet heat, a torturously slow drag that kindles the fire in your belly, the occasional swirl of your pearl stoking it expertly.
"Barely doin' a thing 'nd you're already drippin' onto the bench." You don't look between your legs, refuse to actually, because you know that there's a puddle of arousal pooling beneath you. You can feel it; slick. slippery. warm.
Simon sinks a finger into you, down to the knuckle and oh, that pinprick of pain that sinks its sharp teeth around the pleasure he's built up is exquisite.
"Fuck," he groans, reflexively bucking his hips up into nothing. "Little prick ex of yours also had a tiny cock. Bloody tight." His impossibly long finger brushes over the rough patch of skin, somewhere you can never reach on your own, stealing the breath from your lungs. "I'll 'ave to stretch ya open," he adds a second finger, this time the burn flares. It doesn't stop until it's all the way in, where the ache finally fades, only leaving behind a residual warmth that throbs gently in the aftermath. "I'll make my cock fit." The usual deep timbre of his voice sounds rougher, huskier. Heady arousal barely restrained.
Another graze over your sweet spot, and this time, a high-pitched mewl spills from your lips. "Tha' it?" He hits it with pinpoint accuracy, over and over again, until your cunt begins to squelch lewdly; an obscene, sticky sound that somehow bounces off the grimy tile walls.
"Gonna cum f'me?" Your core constricts, vise-like around him, muscles tensing tight. Teasing, taunting, against the push and pull of his thick fingers, caught between surrender and defiance. But his rhythm insists and persists.
You bob your head stupidly, a jerky up and down. The room around you is spinning, arousal the wine that trickles through your system, usual sharpened edges blurring.
You're lost, but sure.
"Let me have it, then." Your thighs quiver atop his, trying to squeeze together, to keep him right there, right there, there—
All you ever have to do is ask him, pet.
There's a snap, a feeling of something giving way, and your mind floods white.
All you've ever got to do is ask.
It takes you a bit to come back to earth from the dizzying heights you were launched to. The buzzing in your mind, your ears, beneath your skin, begins to quiet. Vivid turns muted, colors and sounds dull.
Simon quickly lowers his joggers, just enough to take himself out and tugs his painfully hardened cock a couple of times, an unsteady twist of his wrist and he lets out a groan behind grit teeth as he comes. Warmth coats your puffy cunt, dribbling down your thighs and onto the bench.
When Simon leads you out of the locker room, Kyle looks at the both of you with a solemn expression on his face. His stance is rigid, the lines of his body drawn taut. It sets you on edge.
"Ghost," he nods. "Johnny's fightin' the big freak that had his paws all over your girl. Tried to talkin' him out o' it, but you know better than anyone how he is."
You know Johnny can handle his own. Always has. But this time, it feels different. Inevitable. Why?
#call of duty#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley smut#simon ghost riley x f reader#simon ghost riley x you#cod smut#simon riley x you#simon riley smut#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod#simon riley
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A little speculation about Corpse Disposal and J-horror
But I'm a little bored so sharing a part-theory, part-headcanon on Muu and Rei
So we unfortunately don't see much of Rei in "Its not my fault" but I want to point out three key times we do
The first time we see Rei in the MV, is her wet sleeve (we know its not Muu because Muu wears a pink jumper under her blazer)
Then, after a lot of bug stuff, we're finally back in the real world, where Muu has just killed her Post-After Pain. In INMF, we don't see the surroundings as well, just the dirt track and bushes. But in AP, we see this is right next to a rushing river (Muu's undercover card also features a bridge as a landmark)
The next time we see Rei after her corpse, is a flashback to the start where she turns the hourglass over.
Then it cuts just further back to before Rei stood up - as she pulls herself up off the floor
She's alive and absolutely soaked after a session of intense bullying (which we saw Muu insert herself into in AP)
However, I want to now switch a little to talk about cinematography and a concept called the Kuleshov effect
The video I linked is pretty concise but the gist is that if you put two shots next to each other, even if they were filmed separately, the brain interprets it as a continuous scene
(so if you film a character looking off screen, then a picture of an apple on a table, we're going to assume they're looking at the apple)
Therefore while we understand chronologically that the sequence of events is
Rei (wet and alive) -> Rei's murder on dry land ↺ Flashback to Rei still wet and alive
Which I think everyone understood as a commentary on how this power struggle was a constant cycle of the hourglass being turned over
I think visually, it also implies a sequence like
Rei was bullied -> Muu kills her -> Sopping wet, Rei crawls back to the classroom
But wait!
That sequence suggests a missing step
How did Rei get wet again?
Well, we know Muu killed her next to a river
And if you were a scrawny teenage murderer with a body on your hands,
would you leave it there where someone could see it while you grab a shovel and stand in broad daylight digging a hole in tough ground???
Or try lighting a fire in public???
Of course not!
It'd be much easier for Muu to, in a panic, just roll her body into the convenient river and let all the evidence wash away!
(Of course, if Muu was panicking, she might not have been very careful.
Given she ended up in MILGRAM, there must've been something tying Muu to Rei's death and in T2 Muu seems to have finally remembered losing her left shoe...)
Fun fact: this is the same shoe Cinderella loses in the animated Disney film (and the best known version of that story came into English from France)
Shoe break over, back to the Endless Queen's Game
So, if we assume Rei's corpse was thrown in the river, what does it matter? Its just a pointless headcanon
But I speculate the meaning goes deeper!
So that image of Rei, soaking wet, crawling off the floor reminded me of something:
J-horror ghost girls!
Specifically the most famous of ghost girls Samara/Sadako
Who became a vengeful spirit after being thrown in a well and now crawls out of TVs to kill people who watched her VHS tape
Her story too is a cyclical one (its called 'Ring' for a reason), the only way to break the curse is to copy the tape and have someone else watch it, who will then become the victim unless they can themselves copy the tape and show it to another unsuspecting patsy
The story goes back further because this movie is based on a novel, which is based on the legend of 番町皿屋敷 Banchou Sara Yashiki.
There are many versions but generally a maid girl Okiku is proposed to, and when she rejects the proposal, her master breaks one of ten plates and promises to forgive her if she marries him.
When she declines again, he beats her to near death then throws her into a well
(sometimes it's a jealous mistress instead of a master)
Interestingly, Atrophaneura alcinous (swallowtail butterfly) larvae found in Japanese wells became known as Okikumushi お菊虫 (Okiku bugs), tying back to the whole insect thing...
It's been said a bunch now, but the name 'Rei' can be read as 霊 meaning ghost (seen in words like Yuurei 幽霊, a more common word for ghost than Rei on its own)
We know Muu is afraid of ghosts too (though I must admit she says Obake, not yuurei, but both words refer to ghosts)
Remembers the i/井 in Sakurai/櫻井 can be read as 'well'
I'm sure that has nothing to do with anything
Uh, I can't think of a conclusion because its 1 am and I had to look up a bunch of spooky images
TL;DR:
I think Muu may have quickly shoved Rei's body into the river next to where the murder happened (maybe forgot her shoe at the scene of the crime) and now she's scared by the cycle continuing and Rei coming back to haunt her
#muu kusunoki#rei milgram#haruka sakurai#milgram#ミルグラム#milgram theory#I can't fit it in the post but isnt it funny how Rei and Muu's lives revolve around cycles#then Rei dies of blood loss after a sharp pain in her abdomen
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bye - jonathan crane x reader
and she returns to post another eternal sunshine themed fic!! #2 out of 13 but shes workinnnn. this fic follows the story line of this post right here! so with that said @kpopgirlbtssvt @nocturnest @hllywdwhre i promised i would write that crane fic about the reader running into his arms and i finally did so #slay.
summary: whilst running away from your psychotic ex-boyfriend, you accidentally find yourself in the arms of a certain doctor turned villain.
warnings: reader has an abusive ex who chases her, but other than that, this is fluff! <3
your heart raced as you ducked into the alleyway, the snow falling around you making you shiver. it was the dead of night on a particularly chilly day in january, and you found yourself in quite the predicament.
earlier on in the evening, your ex-boyfriend had stopped by to pick up some of his things that you still had. you had given him the stuff that he asked for - but he seemed to care about you more than the junk he had asked for back. it appeared that you were much happier, healthier, and thriving after the break-up, causing him to grow bitter.
your abusive ex-boyfriend suddenly started to accuse you of seeing someone else (as if it matters if you were!), and then started to try and accuse you of cheating while you were with him. you scoffed at his words, and tried to get him to leave, but he wasn't having it.
eventually, things got a little volatile between the two of you, and it led up to him chasing you out of your apartment, then down the street, and through the alleyways of gotham city. you were scared out of your mind at this point, as not only was it extremely dark outside, but it was seemingly more eerie as the snow continued to fall from the sky and casted chillingly over the cityscape.
"i know you're around here somewhere!" your ex's voice echoed through the alleyway, and you continued to tremble as you hid behind a pile of miscellaneous recycling and cardboard boxes. you heard footsteps approaching you, and with the sudden adrenaline kick you had from your flight or fight being triggered, you ran.
you ran to wherever your legs would take you, hearing your ex shouting behind you and his footsteps catching up to yours. as panic surged through your veins, you searched for somewhere to hide. before you had a chance to stop and think about your next actions, you spot what appeared to be a tall man standing under a dimly lit street light on the opposite side of the road - and you bolt.
desperate for protection of some sort, you cling onto the stranger with a grip so strong that you didn't even realize you had it in you. upon taking a quick glance at said stranger, you notice that he had some sort of burlap mask covering his face, but he was in a suit and tie. you didn't have any time to question this mans attire as your ex soon caught up to you.
upon seeing who you were clinging to - your ex stopped dead in his tracks. a look of fear washed over his face, all the colour draining from it. suddenly, you feel an arm drape over you, holding you close. looking up, you see the tall, masked stranger now keeping you close with his embrace, and though you didn't say anything in the moment; it felt like a perfect fit.
"s-scarecrow.." you heard the voice of your ex-boyfriend whisper, and you tilted your head slightly, out of confusion. 'who's scarecrow?' you wondered.
suddenly, your vision was obstructed as all you could see was a fog of some sort, and the mysterious man was now leading you away from your ex-boyfriend - who was heard screaming in terror, but you didn't dare look behind you.
jonathan crane was having a rather uneventful evening himself, as he was out looking for batman on this particular night, trying to catch him in an vulnerable moment so that he could fear gas him. however, said attempt to run into his bat enemy was unsuccessful, and he was about to head home. that's when you suddenly came bolting at him, clinging to him with a vice so tight he thought you were trying to kill him at first.
jonathan couldn't help but notice what you were wearing - just a little, lacy white tank top and what he assumed were matching pyjama shorts along with some uggs. it was the dead of winter and nearly midnight, what were you doing in such attire? he also noted that you were seemingly frightened by something, and that was when he noticed a frenzied man following you.
jonathan usually wouldn't spare anyone, choosing to let whatever fate you had coming to get you - but when he saw you (and he would never admit this out loud), his frozen heart thawed a little bit (it melted). you were a sight for sore eyes, that was for sure.
he had a little internal battle with himself for a few moments before deciding that yes; he will be using his fear toxin on this stranger who was chasing you down. and perhaps, if he felt like it - maybe, just maybe, he would take you back to his and make sure you were safe. but it's not like he felt a pang of sympathy towards you or thought you were like, extremely beautiful or anything (he was literally experiencing love at first fear gassing).
as he guided you a good distance away from the scene of where your ex was overdosing on his own worst fears, jonathan looked at you through his mask, taking all of you in.
"are you alright, miss?" he asked rather softly, and you started to shiver. "y-yeah, thanks. my ex was- uhm, he was chasing me..." you say quietly, and he knew he couldn't just leave you here after hearing that.
all you wanted to do was go back to your apartment, and get into your cozy bed but it seemed that the universe had other plans for you that evening. you look at the man and finally recognize who he was - you had seen this man on the news a few times before, and the gotham pd were out searching for him as he was known to use a certain fear gas on unsuspecting gotham citizens.
however, fear was the last thing you felt while you were in his presence; in fact, you felt safer than ever. this man had saved your life. before you had the chance to thank him again, his voice cut through your thoughts, dragging you back into reality.
"you're shivering," he noticed, "if it's alright with you, can i take you back to my place? i live just down the road, and i'll get you something warm to drink, and perhaps a sweater or a blanket?"
you immediately accept his offer because for one; you were fucking freezing, and two; you were terrified of finding your way home all alone at this time of night in, gotham city of all places.
"yes, please." you say, shivering, and he wraps an arm around you as he guides you down the block quickly, rushing to get the both of you inside. soon enough, you approach an apartment building that was quite tall and modern, definitely an upper-scale building, that was for sure.
however - that was the last thing you remembered. as soon as you had gotten to the doors of the building, everything went dark.
your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light, and you groaned at the pounding feeling in your head. you woke up confused, dazed, and oblivious to where you were; but a soothing voice caught your attention.
"oh, you're awake," you hear a voice say from behind you, "you passed out on me last night."
turning around, your met with a very handsome man. around 6'2 maybe, with gorgeous cerulean blue eyes (which you could still see through his glasses), plump lips, and a chiseled face. he was the epitome of handsome. upon taking in your surroundings, you notice that you were in a huge, cozy, king-sized bed with blankets wrapped around you, and you were still in your pyjamas from yesterday.
was this the man who was the infamous scarecrow?
he seemed to notice your confusion and uncertainty, and tried his best to reassure you. "i got you some blankets, you were shivering last night. there's water beside you on the table, and i cooked breakfast around a half-hour ago, if you're hungry." he says to you, leaning on the doorframe to his bedroom.
"thank you..." you say, trailing off as the sudden realization that you did not yet know his name hit you. he seemed to catch on almost immediately, though.
"jonathan." he told you, with a small smile.
you nod and tell him your name, to which he says "that's a pretty name," making you blush. he told you that he was going to be in the kitchen if you needed anything, and with that, he swiftly left.
as groggy as you were - you were also curious. you couldn't wrap your head around the fact that the scarecrow was so...kind? attractive? gentle?
you pushed your thoughts to the side and let your curiosity get the best of you as you got up out of his bed, and made your way into the kitchen. once you got there, you saw that he was pouring himself a cup of coffee in a black t-shirt and grey sweats. as he heard your footsteps, he turned around, smiling faintly.
"are you feeling alright?" he asked, putting his coffee down and coming over to you.
"i think...so. i don't remember much after um, what you did to...my ex." you say quietly, and he chuckles. "yeah, you fainted from the stress - at least that's what i assumed. as for your ex-boyfriend, i don't think he'll be bothering you anymore."
you nod, looking up at him, getting lost in those striking eyes. you weren't too sure what else to say, as you didn't think asking "are you the scarecrow?" to his face would be the smartest idea, but once again, it seemed that he picked up on exactly what you were thinking.
"what else do you remember?" he asks rather quietly.
"you, uhm-" you pause, thinking of the best way to phrase what you wanted to say, "...were you wearing a mask, or something?" you ask, but your voice didn't indicate any fear towards him.
"indeed i was," he says softly, "i'm sure you can put two and two together, darling."
the pet name got your heart racing, and you blushed as you looked at jonathan. "well, your secrets safe with me. i appreciate you saving me." you tell him, and to this, he raises a brow.
"is it now, darling?" he asks softly, "hm, we'll i appreciate that."
you take in a deep breath, unsure of what else to say - plus, you were too hungry to focus on anything else if you were being honest. "you don't talk very much," he noticed, an amused hum coming from him, "anyway, if you're hungry, feel free to have whatever you'd like."
his kindness was...surprising, in a sense. you didn't expect someone who was literally fear gassing gotham to have a drop of empathy in their heart. jonathan was an enigma to you, truly. here he was, welcoming you with open arms, and it made you question his motives.
after having breakfast, he came back to check on you after his shower. if jonathan was being honest - he liked the company, especially the company of someone as pretty as you. but this was jonathan crane were talking about; he was in denial. in denial of the way he felt towards you, in denial of how badly he wanted to keep you for himself, and in denial that he spared you that night because of the way he felt when he laid his eyes on you.
you yawned after putting your plate in the sink, and he made his way over to you - this time placing his hand on your lower back, the gesture making your heart skip.
"are you sleepy still? you can go back to bed, you know." he assures you, and you turn around to face him. "i feel like i'm intruding," you say with a small laugh, "honestly. my place is like a twenty minute walk from here-"
"nonsense," he cuts you off, "it's dangerous outside, were in gotham city, after all. plus, after what happened to you last night, i wouldn't be so quick to jump the gun and run outside again."
that was true - who knows if your ex was just waiting around for you to come outside again so he could hurt you. but then again, it was a sunny, crisp morning - it's highly unlikely that someone would go ahead and attempt to assault you in broad daylight.
despite that - you couldn't fight the feeling of wanting to stay here, safe with jonathan. "y-yeah, you're right." you say nervously, and he smiles at you.
"atta girl, just take some time to rest, okay?" he says sweetly.
you couldn't help but feel smitten with him - you weren't scared that he was the scarecrow. in fact, you felt safer with him than you did with any other man you had ever been with.
by the end of the week, you and jonathan had created a routine of some sort. he had to go to work, but you didn't, since you were currently a full-time college student. he had insisted that he drive you to your classes each day, as they just so happened to align with his work schedule.
he would drive you to class at around eight-thirty in the morning, and then would pick you up around four in the afternoon. jonathan worked from nine to three-thirty usually, and you would have lectures, homework, and reading to catch up on.
it was now the following sunday, and you had honestly become accustomed to living with him - a strange arrangement, yes, but a comforting one at that. jonathan had suggested that you just move in with him since he was "looking for a roommate anyways," and with reckless abandon, you did.
jonathan couldn't help but feel the utmost need to protect you from the nightmare that was gotham city. it also brought you a sense of comfort, living with a doctor who could also protect you due to his...hobbies. although, there was definitely one question that was seemingly plaguing the both of you.
what exactly were you guys?
"roommates" wouldn't be a good word to describe the dynamic between you and jonathan - there was something unspoken with the two of you. the tension when you guys were together was suffocating; but neither of you were going to brave it out and test the waters first, leaving you and him both to wonder in silence.
however, as you sat on the couch on that chilly sunday evening, something inclined you to act on your impulses. jonathan wasn't working today, and you didn't have any classes; therefore, you'd spent a lazy sunday together, watching movies - and you even got around to baking your favourite cookies together.
if that wasn't crossing the line between just friends to more than friends, then you'd be damned. even when the two of you were watching movies on the couch, you literally managed to make your way into is arms. like, literally his arm was draped over you, holding you close to him.
that had to have meant something, right?
"jonathan?" you ask softly, while flipping through the movie selections on netflix, his arm still draped around you while you leant your head onto his chest.
"hm?" he hums softly.
"what are we?" you hesitantly ask, and he takes a deep breath in before answering.
"...what would you like us to be?" he says, barely above a whisper. for a man who was the self-proclaimed master of fear, he seemed pretty fearful in this moment - though he would never admit that.
taking this moment to glance up at him, you notice that he's already looking at you, making you blush. your mouth went dry from sheer nervousness, and he had you acting like a schoolgirl with a crush all over again.
"i just don't want to rush you," he says soothingly, "that night you came running into my arms, i could see how terrified you were. i just don't want to pressure you into anything after seeing what your last boyfriend did to you."
you look at him in awe; he was so careful with you. it was such a stark difference from how he usually was with everyone else, especially considering the fact that you saw this man fear gas your ex-boyfriend in front of your very eyes. yet, he seemed to have one of the sweetest souls.
"jonathan," you say after a moment, "me and him, we're over. we've been over. if there's anyone who could make me feel secure and safe again, it's you. you've been doing that for the last few weeks, i mean, you literally saved my life."
you surprise yourself with your own confession, but you let everything you've been wanting to say out - might as well, right?
"i feel like when i'm with you, i'm moving through my fears-"
before you could finish your sentence, jonathan pulled you in for a soft kiss, and you let yourself melt into it. he pulled away after a moment, and spoke softly to you.
"i'm glad you found your way into my arms that night." he says lightheartedly, laughing softly and making you smile.
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GymRat!Miguel Part 9.1 | full chapter without breaks on AO3
content warning: lots of music links, ROADTRIP!!, some hurt/comfort at the beginning, a damn near comedy if I must say so myself, Spanish parts (if wrong, please correct me), lots of fluff, Buc-ee's shenanigans (I love that store), Miguel drives a Range Rover (hot, I know. Tyler got that MUNYUN), some jealous Miguel (MY FAVORITE), a hint of jealous reader 🫨 (she has a storm coming lol), simp Miguel if I'm being honest, 18+ so MNDI, male masturbation, wet wet fantasies, both reader and Miguel are h word for each other
word count: 7.1k, damn near proofread (this is only one part of the behemoth)
I did some research on MLE, yachts, superyachts, dolphins, and water activities for this chapter. 🤠 Hopefully, it shows! The yacht size I imagined is somewhere in between a regular yacht and a superyacht/megayacht.
I built a Range Rover just for GR!Miguel you guys. (thanks to my irl besties and @slushycoookie once again 🥰)
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GymRat!Miguel who comes back home after nearly a week of bliss with you. He floated all the way home from dropping you off with Tyler’s people.
He made them wait much longer than they needed to when he decided to makeout with you next to the black Suburban.
Only a few more weeks before he could see you again.
GymRat!Miguel who is met with his mom sitting on the couch with just the tv glowing on her.
His steps were too heavy to sneak past her, so he just sighed and settled down on one of the plush chairs.
“I see you’re home,” she says. Her eyes don’t move from the Golden Girls episode playing softly.
“Sí, mamá.”
“How come you didn’t tell me where you went?”
“Gabriel told you where I was. I’m sure you asked him.” Miguel was tired already.
“He did, pero eso no fue lo que te pregunté.” (but that’s not what I asked you)
“Ma-”
“Mijo.”
“You’re not even looking at me.”
“And you’ve sat so far away. Like I’m going to hurt you. Miguel, I asked you to come home. You didn’t respond. You didn’t call. You didn’t even speak to me when you came back a few days ago.”
Miguel stared at her face, willing himself not to get emotional over this.
“I acknowledge that I should have let you know where I was. I didn’t talk to you because I didn’t want to say something I would regret.”
Conchata finally turned to look at Miguel. Her first-born. The life given to her after so much turmoil.
She could still see the little boy that would cry at the drop of a hat. She could still see the little boy that would dry up his tears if Gabriel started to cry with him, just to comfort him. The little boy with so much room in his heart.
She can see him now, face ridden with sadness. A face that she knew too well.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, mijo.”
“Well, you did. Again. I’m used to it. This isn’t a new feeling. What is new, is you acting like this towards someone else close to me.”
“I-”
“Let me finish, ma, please. You’ve never been a parent that cares about how I’ve felt in regards to anything. You have made decisions for me without a second thought without ever considering how I might feel. You’ve also never been the type of person who hurts someone else for no reason. I’m sorry I’m not with someone you picked, but I’m not sorry for loving her. She is everything to me. If I were to fall, there’s no doubt in my mind that she would be there to build me back up. She’d probably even break my fall if I couldn’t stop her.”
Miguel stopped to look up, willing himself not to cry.
“What you said to her brought something out that she hasn’t felt in a while. You broke her in a way that I promised myself I never would. I wanted to present her to my family in a positive light, to show her off. I didn’t expect you to be ecstatic about her, but I did hope that you could at least open your heart up once you met her.”
He looked off, tears escaping from his eyes. You’re in a better position now, but he won’t know if that donner will creep back up on you, making you hate yourself for something that’s not your fault. He remembered the pain in your voice, how kept it in until you were with him and away from the manor. He hated it.
“But instead, she was met with two people who paid her no respect. Two people that brought her turmoil. I expected Kron to be horrible, look at how he talked to you, but not you. You were supposed to be better. You didn’t see how much you hurt her, I did. It’s like we prepped for nothing but a shitshow and I should have followed my gut and kept her to myself a little longer.”
Miguel sniffed, wiping at his nose in hopes that it would stop the urge to cry.
Conchata let the silence rest. Nothing but the TV and her son’s sniffles filled the room.
“I’m sorry, Miguel.”
Miguel turned back. Shocked that she didn’t put up much of a fight.
“I just,” she paused. “There’s no excuse for how I treated her. She didn’t deserve it and if I could go back and change my behavior, I would. I think that I was just overwhelmed. Upset because my baby is growing up. He’s moving on and I can’t hold him in my hands anymore. I don’t tuck him in anymore. I don’t have to check under his bed for monsters. He doesn’t need me to do anything. So this shift is hurting me, mijo, and I took it out on the wrong people. For that, I’m so sorry.”
Conchata was a hard-cased woman. She stuck with her opinions, even if they were blatantly wrong. She was proud and vocal. She never let people see her crack or fall under pressure. So, seeing her like this, begging for Miguel to understand her, was a rare moment for Miguel.
“Ma, me growing up doesn’t stop me from being your son. I’m still here. I’ll still rely on you, but I want you to have a break too. You have to let me grow. I won’t live here forever, but that doesn’t mean I won’t come back to you. I’m glad you were able to express this to me, I just wish you could have said so sooner.”
“Lo siento, mijo.”
Miguel got up to get closer to her. He wrapped her up in his arms, too easy to forgive her. “It’s ok.”
He leans back and kisses her forehead, heart mending by the smallest of stitches. “You still have to apologize to my girlfriend, though.”
“I will when I see her again.”
“And we need to go to therapy.”
“George has already told me.”
“And I want you to make me some ceviche. And tamales.”
“Bueno.”
“And tres leches.”
She sighed, but squeezed him tighter. “Don’t curse in front of me again, and I’ll consider it.”
“Gracias, mamá.”
“De nada, mijo.”
GymRat!Miguel who goes to sleep with his body feeling a lot lighter. The weight of his relationship with his mom lifted a little off his shoulders.
GymRat!Miguel who has two grand master plans that he’s been setting out for months: eating you out and making your first time together special.
He’s been overthinking every detail like a maniac. The peaches from the fruit bowl have been disappearing to his room for research purposes only- and a snack of course.
He once ended up on the girl side of Tik Tok where they complain about everything guys get wrong when pleasuring them. He had been thoroughly reading the comments and taking notes here and there. He didn’t really need the tip about making noise though, he already does that just thinking about you. So many times has he had to stuff his mouth when jerking off.
He also had a few tabs open in incognito mode. That research is only done in the deep of the night.
Right now, he’s sitting at his desk reading some article about listening to your partner’s body and his mind can’t help but to wander off. Will you grip your thighs around him? He hopes so. He could die that way. Will you be vocal? Will you tell him if it’s too much? Will you guide his head and pull his hair?
That last question has him gripping his sweats in anticipation. No doubt when you scratched at his back in the hotel room, he was reeling from the sensation. It was like a reward for him whenever you feel so good, you’re too unaware of what you’re doing to him physically. Too lost in bliss to register the marks and pain you’re leaving on him. You just want him to give you more.
Miguel drops his pen and pushes the heel of his palm on his growing bulge.
“Fuck.” Every time about an hour or so into researching, his head is full of you. He imagines what it’ll be like to finally taste you, to be inside you.
He remembered how wet you got with just a little rubbing. Your body was so responsive to his movements and he couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if you guys upped the foreplay.
Miguel leaned back in his chair, arm over his head. He dropped his hand in his sweats hand gripping at the base of his erection, exhaling deep as he gave it a few pumps.
Your hands on his chest. Your arms around his neck. Your nails scraping his back. Your thighs wrapping around his waist. Your breath on his lips.
You opening up for him. You dripping down his fingers, down his legs, down his face. You screaming out his name loud enough for the entire neighborhood to file a complaint. You in whatever position he puts you in. He could hold you up. Maybe have your legs in the air or stretched out on the bed. He could have you grabbing for the sheets, the headboard, him. His head in your chest, in your pussy, in your ass.
Pre-cum spilled onto his stomach, rolling down his shaft. Would you let him go that far?
He doesn’t know what’s worse, the cold showers and teeth-marked arms at the beginning of the relationship or his constant daydreams of your body connecting with his that kept occurring regularly.
Maybe you felt the same way too. That was a new thought.
Do you wonder about your first time together? Were you just as excited as him? Do you get wet at the thought of him inside of you? Do you have to stop everything and find pleasure like he does? Were your fingers enough or did you need more?
Miguel continued to move his hand up and down, squeezing occasionally to mimic what you might feel like.
He’s groaning into his elbow, hips lifting from his desk chair.
He could almost hear your voice in his ear. Begging, praising, crying out, stuttering.
GymRat!Miguel who cums as Gabriel slams through the door. In a matter of 15 seconds, Miguel covers his drenched chest, shoves his sensitive dick back down, and grabs napkins to try to wipe away at his hand.
Nevermind his shirt is now ruined.
“What the fuck are you looking at and why is this picture showing a seductive pomegranate?”
“Why the fuck are you opening my door without knocking?”
“I did knock! I did our special knock plus a freestyle! I thought you were dead, Miguelito.”
Miguel’s heart felt a little tug despite its rapid tempo, “’M not dead, Gabri. Just busy. I didn’t hear you.”
Gabriel snickered when he got closer to look at his laptop. “I can see why. These tabs are a dead giveaway.”
Gabriel reached over to stare at Miguel’s notebook.
“These are some good tips! You shouldn’t expect her to taste like sweets, though.”
Nothing in his notes indicated that, but Miguel wanted to be offended for you anyway.
Miguel gave Gabriel a hard side eye, mouth set deeply down.
“I really wish you would get out of my room.”
“Oo, you should buy a rose. Dana loves that thing.”
“I don’t want to hear about whatever freaky shit you and Dana get up to, Gabriel.”
“You’ve caught me in more embarrassing situations, I’m just trying to lighten the mood! I also suggest those candy panties-”
“I’m not putting candy on- Gabriel. Can you please stop talking to me?”
“Miguel, this stuff is important!”
“¿Por qué eres así?” Miguel mumbled. “Ok, yeah. I get it. But you can chat to me about this after I’ve switched shirts.” (Why are you like this?)
“Fine, I’ll come back. Ten minutes. Then we must have a healthy chat about how to have fun safely.”
Gabriel skipped back to the door singing Candy loud enough to be heard as he went back to his own room.
“Strawberry! Raspberry! All those good things! Violets and gumdrops that’s what you’re saying to me, me, me.”
A black hole would be nice to save himself from this situation.
GymRat!Miguel who jumps out of his bed the day of the “Yacht Weekend.” Gabriel is dead set on calling it the “Yachty Pawty” and Miguel thinks that’s unbelievably stupid.
GymRat!Miguel who has to go and pull Gabriel out of his bed to get him to get ready, his body stretching like a ferret. He’s never been a morning person. It’s like his brain didn’t start computing until noon.
GymRat!Miguel who jogs around the neighborhood to kill time. The weather is a lot cooler in the morning plus it gives Gabriel time to come to reality. He waves to the son of one of his neighbors who gawks at him as he passes by.
Were his shorts giving away too much again? He didn’t feel a draft.
He looked down at his crotch. All good.
GymRat!Miguel who calls you while he stops to take a water break.
“Amor!” His voice is bright and his smile is radiant, watching as you squint at the screen.
Your cheek is squished against the pillow and you’re wrapped up in your covers.
“Hey, Miggy. It’s so bright there.”
Your voice was scratchy, a sign of how deep in sleep you were. You were so fucking cute.
“Are you running?”
He placed his phone on a nearby bench so he could stretch. “Yeah, I’m taking a break.”
He went into a deep lunge, stretching his body low to the ground.
You went quiet for so long, Miguel thought the call dropped.
“Baby? Did you go back to sleep?” Miguel asked.
“No, I’m still here. Those pants are,” you started to shuffle your phone. “Really short.”
“Really?” Miguel stood up and looked down at his pants. They did cut off high up his thighs, but they were good for running. Plus, he got hot easily, so he needed as much wind on his skin as possible. “They’re comfy.”
“Mm hm. Can you turn around for me?”
Miguel turned, confused but willing.
“Got it. Thank you, my muscle bear!”
“What did you just do?”
“Took pictures of your ass. It looks great. I’m gonna hold it real good later.”
Miguel laughed and grabbed his phone.
“Can I hold yours, too?” He wanted to do way more than hold it.
You smile sleepily at the camera. “I’ll think about it.”
GymRat!Miguel who lets you stay on the phone while he runs back to the house.
“You’re just going to hear the wind and me breathing for a few minutes.”
“And I’m fine with that! It’s like boyfriend ASMR. Peaceful.”
GymRat!Miguel who ruffles Gabriel’s hair when he gets back home. He’s staring at the wall and shoveling cereal in his mouth at the slowest pace known to man.
“Buenos días, hermanito!” (Good morning, little brother)
“Mm.”
GymRat!Miguel who takes a cold shower to cool off for once and not because he’s having explicit thoughts of you.
GymRat!Miguel who chugs down a protein smoothie while he waits for Gabriel to come downstairs.
GymRat!Miguel who answers the door to Dana. She’s got some shades on and a purse with the same texture as a croc.
She peers over her shades. “You’re looking put together!”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Don’t play dumb. You’re trying to impress your girl! What do you have planned? A dinner on the horizon? A spa date? Oh! No! Another shopping spree?l
Yes. No, but he should arrange that. And absolutely not. He’s not Tyler.
“No,” Miguel squints. “But how can you tell?”
“You’re easy to read, big guy. Even when you think about her your eyes turn into hearts. When have you ever thought to wear a button down for a roadtrip to the beach?”
“Touche.”
“I’ll figure out what you’re up to. I have my ways.”
She twirls and runs up to Gabriel’s room, leaving a waft of strong perfume after her.
With that, Miguel knew it would be at least another 45 minutes before he could get on the road.
GymRat!Miguel who does his special knock on Gabriel’s door.
“I’m opening it, so you fiends better have your clothes on.”
He swung the door open to the disheveled couple. Dana with her hair astray and Gabriel breathing eerily hard.
“Seriously, guys? I need to go by the airport.”
“I was just waking him up!” Dana says with a voice that was much hoarser than it was an hour ago.
“Well,” Miguel put a hand on his hip in a way that anyone could tell he was Conchata O’Hara’s son. “Are you awake, Gabri?”
Gabriel’s face was as red as a tomato as he shook his head no.
Miguel pitched his voice higher to mimic his brother. “Ten minutes. And then we can have a conversation on time management and respect. Except it won’t be “safely” because I’m going to hurt you.”
GymRat!Miguel who finally backs out of the driveway in exactly ten minutes. Gabriel is rubbing his arm in the passenger seat with a pout on his face. Dana is grinning from ear to ear.
GymRat!Miguel who hands Gabriel the aux. He might be a silly boy, but his music taste is immaculate.
GymRat!Miguel who almost has to hurt Gabriel again when he doesn’t want to get out of the passenger seat.
“Why do I have to move?”
“Because I said so.”
“That’s not grounds for anything!”
Dana pokes her head over the console. “Gabie. Read the room. He wants to grip on to his girl while he drives with one hand. Show off.”
GymRat!Miguel who kisses you and grabs your bags at the same time when he sees you. The cars around are loud, honking sporadically. People are walking and running to catch cabs or get to their loved ones. Workers are trying to direct the traffic.
It all quiets down when he meets your eyes.
“Hola, mi amor.”
You wrap your arms around his neck and bring him close. “Hello to you too, my love.”
You smile up until he presses his lips against yours. More and more pecks follow after that.
He holds his nose to yours, completely enraptured by your presence.
“Oh my god, let’s go!” Gabriel shouts from the car, pressing his palm against the steering wheel.
“You’re not the one driving, pinche pendejo!”
You giggle and stand on your tippy toes to try and see over Miguel’s shoulder. You’re still too short so you lean sideways. Miguel melts.
“Just a few more and we’ll be done Gabriel!”
“Fine. For you, I’ll let it slide.”
You stand back up straight and kiss Miguel a little more.
GymRat!Miguel who does reach over and grip your thigh. If Gabriella and Troy weren’t in the back belting, he’d hike his hand up further.
“Right now I can hardly breathe!” Gabriel pivots his head towards Dana dramatically, water bottle a faux mic.
“Oh! You can do it, just know that I believe.” Dana is touching his chest dramatically.
“Are they always like this?” You ask, laughing a little at their antics.
Miguel groans in annoyance. “Yes.”
GymRat!Miguel who nearly sprints out the car when he parks by a pump. He’s been riding for a bit and he needs to stretch his legs.
“Miggy, you want something from the store?”
You’re standing next to the car, the wind blowing your hair back. Your jacket blows away a little, showing off the tight little outfit you’re sporting. You’re beautiful.
He wants to break you down in the front seat of his car.
He swallows the thought. “I’ll come in there soon, don’t worry.”
You walk in the giant gas station and head immediately to the Icee machines. For the best possible experience, you should wait until it’s time to go before buying it.
As you’re walking along the wall wondering what flavor you should get, you feel a tug at your arm.
You turn to see Dana with some bottles in her hand.
“I don’t know what he’s planning, but trust me when I say, you should take these.”
You frown as you take the cranberry juice. “Um.”
“I’ve been around those two long enough to know when one of them is up to something. I mean Gabriel hasn’t said anything off, but look at how he’s bopping around the store.”
You turn and look.
He is indeed bouncing more than usual. He’s so tall that if he puts even more pep in his step, he might just break a hole in the ceiling.
“Ok,” you turn back to Dana while fighting a laugh. “So they are planning something. What does that have to do with me and cranberry juice?”
“Gabie tries his best to use bro code, but I quite literally suck the information out of him sometimes. He caught Miguel looking at lots of articles about pleasuring his partner. With his mouth. That’s all I know for now.”
Your heart picks up. He was still going on about that?
“That might just be a coincidence.”
“He’s wearing damn near beach attire with his hair styled. He held onto your thigh for an hour, even when the turns got tough. He stared at you walking into the store even until he couldn’t see you anymore.”
You bit your lip. “Those last two things are standard Miguel behavior.”
Dana huffs and spins you around.
Across the store, you could see Miguel and Gabriel huddled over something. Miguel with his eyes focused and Gabriel animatedly explaining something. Every once in a while, Miguel would nod and roll his eyes up as if he was mentally checking on something.
You sigh and turn back around.
“Do they sell pineapples too?”
GymRat!Miguel who looms over you while you and Dana are looking at some cakes. You look up at him, pressing your head against his chest.
Miguel kissed your forehead when you beamed at him.
He looked over to Gabriel who was also crowding Dana and shouted, “¡Vamos!”
In a matter of seconds, Miguel had lifted you and brought you to the middle of the store where the workers were cooking up fresh meat.
You squeal in shock and laugh on the way over. Miguel’s not even struggling.
Gabriel on the other hand huffs as he places Dana down.
“You need to work on that, babe.”
“I can lift you when I want to!” Gabriel replies, petulant.
“For like one minute maybe. Why don’t you start working out with Miguel?”
“No thanks.” They both said in unison, almost carbon copies of each other.
Really, if Miguel didn’t work out, or if Gabriel did for about a year, they could definitely play off as twins. Only subtle things separating them, like Gabriel’s freckles, softer face, and slightly shorter height and Miguel’s less curly hair, thicker eyebrows, and deeper voice.
In your eyes, their bond was precious. You wondered what their baby pictures looked like.
“You guys are so cute,” you say, reaching up to squeeze both of their cheeks.
They both melt the same way in your hands. Miguel’s face is only a little bit hotter against your palm.
GymRat!Miguel who presses up against you while you both check out. You stay nonchalant and talk to the cashier like normal, but you could feel Miguel’s heartbeat through your thin romper.
Every breath he took molded on your skin, his chest rising and falling against your head.
He kept steady hands on your hips and waist, only moving them to pay for your snacks.
The cashier would take not-so-subtle breaks to stare up at him, face getting redder after each glance.
You could only think “me too, girl.”
He really did look good today. His shirt was open a little lower than normal, his shorts loose but tightening around his thighs with every step he took. His hair was slicked back with a few strands falling loose and shades sat perfectly on top of his head. A chain danced around his neck, the color glowing on his pretty skin. He was tanner than usual, the sun making him glow after so many morning runs.
To top it off he smelled really good. You wanted to lick him.
From how slow the cashier was moving, you knew she was ready to take a lick too.
You took moments like this in stride. Especially when Miguel was pressed so hard against you, you could feel his dick at the small of your back.
Still, when people still tried to hit on your boyfriend or gawked at him even when you caught them, it was hard not feel frustrated about others thinking he can be taken from you. Or just ignoring you.
More often than not, Miguel would bring you back down to earth with some action to let others know that he’s taken.
Today, it was a kiss to your neck and a smack to your ass followed by his hand rubbing circles in the same spot.
He grabbed the bags in one hand and your hip in the other.
You looked back to the cashier scanning the next customer far more aggressively than before.
GymRat!Miguel who eats half of his sandwich before starting the car back up.
You still place the other half in front of his mouth, feeding him occasionally.
He just smiles before and after each bite. Giddy with attention. You wipe his mouth to stop sauce from spilling from his shirt.
Miguel almost turns the car into turbo drive.
GymRat!Miguel who finally makes it to the beach an hour or so later. It’s late Thursday afternoon, so the sun is still shining bright.
Gabriel is excited to finally be free from the tight back seat so he uses the opportunity to blast music from Miguel’s stereo.
“C’mon, Dana! Dance with me,” Gabriel said, pulling her out of the back seat and bringing her to the front of the var. “Let’s have a twerk-off.”
You can’t stop the laugh that spills out of your mouth. You couldn’t imagine either of them shaking anything.
“I can not twerk and you know it!”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t shake. Don’t be shy now!”
You and Miguel get out of the car to stretch, Miguel watching the two over the hood of the car, unphased.
Gabriel turns to you with a glint in his eyes. “Can you twerk?”
You were ready to shake your ass on a yacht after some liquid courage, but you didn’t mind a little dancing beforehand.
You hurried to the front before the song was over and put your hands on the hood. You bend over with an arch in your back and move your ass to the beat of the song.
You hear Gabriel shout, “Oh shit! Go, go, go!”
Dana sprints, nearly bulldozing Gabriel to stand behind you and catch it. You laugh at the two and bend even deeper, encouraged by their cheers.
GymRat!Miguel whose eyes nearly pop out of his head when you bend over.
When did you learn how to do that?
He’s stunned for a second until he reaches inside the car and turns the radio off. He’s going to kill Gabriel.
Miguel hurries to the front and picks Dana up by her armpits to move her aside. “You guys are wasting my gas and neither you or you are CashApping me shit.”
He straightens you up and pulls your risen romper back over your ass. He stands behind you like a bodyguard, arms crossed and frown deepening.
“I don’t know what you think we’re going to be doing on this yacht, but all of my girls are throwing it back. You need to prepare yourself, Mig.” Dana scoffs, mostly offended that Miguel just removed her from a dream spot.
“Yeah, Mig. Be mindful of why you were invited to the function,” Gabriel turned his nose up and wrapped his arm around Dana. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, m’lady.”
Gabriel bowed to you and you curtsied back with a fake dress. The two of them walked like royalty to the trunk, gathering their bags.
GymRat!Miguel who stuttered trying to explain himself when you turned to him.
“Is it going to be a problem for you that I’m dancing with others?”
“No!” he said way too fast.
You gave him a look with your eyebrow raised.
“You just,” he paused. His voice got quieter as he played with the strap of your romper. “You never danced on me before.”
He had a pout on his face, mouth turned like a duck.
“Oh my god, Miguel. I can dance on you if you would like. You just have to ask.” He was so cute. You’ve never seen him get that jealous before.
You kind of want to play with him some more.
“Can you dance on me later?” he asks, not daring to meet your eyes.
“Of course.”
You giggle as you kiss his cheek. His pout slowly disappearing from his face.
GymRat!Miguel who is greeted by the enthusiastic captain with a shake that moves his entire arm. He’s a jolly little fellow, cheeks rosy and his mustache curled on the ends. He was also strangely stocky. He reminded Miguel of Santa Claus if he took vacations in the Bahamas when he’s not at the North Pole.
“I take it you’re Mr. Stone’s son, yes?”
“That would be me.”
“Excellent! Excellent. Your father has told me quite a lot about you. You sure do take after his height. My name is Captain Barrett and I’ll be steering the boat for you youngins this weekend. Me and your father go way back. And between you and me, I was better lookin’!”
Miguel chuckles awkwardly, trying to move the conversation along.
He finally looks past Miguel and sees the three of you standing there.
“And who might you three be?”
“This is my younger brother, Gabriel. His girlfriend, Dana.”
“And this is my girlfriend.” Miguel moves by your side and wraps his arm around your shoulders. His tone is full of warmth as he says your name.
“It’s nice to meet you all. Will you all be in our cabins this weekend?”
“Yeah, this is four of the ten staying on board. The others won’t get here until tomorrow at noon.”
“Is Kron supposed to be joining you all too?”
Miguel stiffens, his grip on your shoulder a little firmer.
“Not that I know of, no.”
“Perfect! He ruined my other boat and it took me ages to clean it up. Hopefully, you’re nothing like him.” Captain Barrett does a little pleading gesture with his hands.
“Welp, follow me and I’ll show you on board!”
GymRat!Miguel who is still stunned by the amount of things money can buy when he sees the yacht. He’ll never get used to the life of luxury that Tyler introduces to him.
“Holy shit,” Gabriel mutters as he stares up at the black and wooden beauty of the deck. Dana elbows in his side, telling him to be polite in front of the captain.
“Welcome to Black Jack.”
There were crew members there to hand out fancy smoothies and grab everyone’s bags.
You had seen yachts on some of your old high school classmates’ Insta stories but this was beyond.
“I’d like to introduce you guys to the crew. They’ll be assisting me to give you youngins a good time.”
Captain Barrett ran down the line and you all greeted every person. Miguel made mental notes of their names. They’ll be getting close with all of the surprises he had planned for you.
“And this is my son, Blake! He’ll be helping me up in the cockpit.”
Miguel stopped to shake his hand.
He was like the textbook definition of a pretty frat boy. Tall, but not O’Hara tall, tan, and handsome. He smiled and showed a straight line of teeth, dimples peeking through.
“Nice to meet you, Miguel. Kron’s really not coming?”
What’s with people asking about that dickhead today?
“Nope. Just us and our friends. If he does come, it’s news to me.”
Blake went to shake your hand and it was like he started to glow under the sun. His smile went up to his eyes and he mimicked the heartthrobs in the movies Miguel’s cousins watched growing up.
“And who’s this?”
“My name is-”
“My girlfriend,” Miguel said before you could even finish.
You looked up at him in shock, laughing it off. “That too, but I have a name.” You respond to Blake and shake his hand.
Miguel doesn’t like how his eyes scan your body. It was subtle, but he caught it.
Even as you all finish up greetings, Blake is still making moves towards you. The type of flirting that probably flew over your head, but Miguel has been around enough guys like him to know exactly what it was.
“So is this your first time on a boat?” Blake asked you while he guided you guys to your room.
“No, actually. But it’s definitely my first time on a yacht, especially one this huge.”
Miguel followed behind with Dana and Gabriel.
“Is this your first time on a boat?” Miguel mocked Blake quietly, mouth scrunched up.
“‘La envidia esta flaca, porque muerde y no come,’” Gabriel replied. “You’re turning green from your neck, bro. He’s just being nice.” (Envy is thin, because it bites and does not eat.)
“No, he’s definitely flirting,” Dana quipped. “He’s not even paying the rest of us any attention.”
“Thank you, Dana. And Gabriel, don’t ever quote a Spaniard to me again.”
“How do you call that flirting? He’s not even-” Gabriel paused as Blake laughed really loud at something that you said with his hand guiding you way too close on your ass. “Ah shit.”
Miguel stomped towards you two, yanking Blake’s hand off of you and replacing it with his.
“I think we’ve got it from here. You can show those two where they’ll be staying. Thanks,” Miguel nods his head towards Dana and Gabriel with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Right,” Blake responds to him with a blank face. “I’ll see you up on the deck.” Blake winks at you before walking further.
“Don’t kill him, Miguel,” Dana pats his shoulder as she walks by.
“You’ve got my permission to hurt him if he touches me one more time though,” you say, snuggling close to Miguel and patting at his chest.
“So, I’m killing him. Got it.”
GymRat!Miguel who watches you twirl around the VIP suite.
“Miguel! This is so beautiful! Look at the view.”
“Oh my god! There’s a walk-in closet!”
“There’s a bidet! How’d they fit that and a shower in here?”
Miguel leaned on the doorway, watching you comment on every little thing.
You made sure to start to spray everything with Lysol, a habit from your mom when traveling.
While you were in the bathroom, Miguel got out one of his first gifts of the night.
It was another keychain to add to your collection. He’s been working hard to have this weekend make up for the awful dinner night.
He placed it on the bed and started to open his bag to grab his pajamas.
“What’s this?” you ask, coming out to spray the bed.
“Just a little gift for you.”
“Aw, this is so cute!” Your voice gets higher as you take in the little legos. “They even look like us! When did you get these?”
“I got them made about a week ago. You like them?”
“I love them! Thank you, Miggy.”
GymRat!Miguel who wants to moan when you walk out.
You guys are going on a double date with Gabriel and Dana at a casual-not-so-casual restaurant farther in the city. That didn’t stop you from getting all dolled up.
You walk to him on the bed, standing in between his legs.
“Amor,” Miguel said, rubbing his hands up and down your backside. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you. So do you,” you responded, careful to not run your hands through his hair. It was a comfort for you, but you didn’t want to ruin it.
Instead, you bent down to kiss him in the quiet of the room. The sun was still out, but a lot dimmer than before. Little patches of sunlight caught Miguel’s eyes. The color was so deeply brown, you swore you saw speckles of red throughout.
He moved to sit you on his lap, glancing over every detail of your body.
“You’re making it harder for me to want to leave.”
“It’s funny that you say that. You’ve been walking around like you’re straight out of a beach movie. Chest out and legs for days.”
Miguel blushed and put his head in your chest, bending you back and holding you so you won’t fall.
“What are you hiding for? It’s true!” you laugh as Miguel seemed to burrow his face deeper.
“Yeah, but you don’t have to call me out.” He was just trying to impress you, per usual.
GymRat!Miguel who gets nervous on the way to the restaurant. It was one of those immersive experiences with projections on the plates that told stories with the meals. They were pretty cute to Miguel and he figured that all three of you guys would love it.
The only thing is, he pulled some strings with Tyler to add an extra animation in there. He’s not sure how much that cost, but he’s glad he didn’t have to see the price.
GymRat!Miguel who side-eyes Gabriel when he just about screams as the little chef walks across the animated place.
“He’s so tiny!” he whisper-shouts. “So precious!”
By the time the first course comes out Gabriel is fighting tears.
“Control it, Gabri,” Miguel says, rubbing his back.
“I’m trying. I really am.”
GymRat!Miguel whose heart blooms when you laugh at one of the scenes. The little chef is squabbling with a giant shrimp and losing the battle.
GymRat!Miguel whose heart speeds up when the special animation starts up.
Only the two of your plates are lit up. There’s a river of chocolate that separates the two. From Miguel’s plate, there’s a little version of him that calls to your plate. He watches as your eyes grow when a mini you climbs on top of the plate and yells back. Your character throws him a kiss, sending a pink flutter across the river. The wave of it goes straight to mini Miguel’s heart who in turn, falls backwards dramatically.
The real you lets out a watery laugh at the scene, eyes looking at Miguel briefly in shock.
Mini Miguel jumps back up and gets to work, digging around the plate to grab biscoff cookies from the chocolate ocean to make a boat. While he works, your character wanders around the plate cutely, tidying up the area for his arrival.
When the boat is finished, Mini Miguel uses a giant spoon to steer the boat, singing out brightly the closer he gets to you. The mini you is jumping up and down, cheering him on just like you do in real life.
Once he gets to the edge of your plate, you lean close to give him a kiss. He climbs from the boat onto the plate and spins you around. You giggle in his hold until he lets you down.
From there, he starts to use the spoon to drag a chocolate message across the plate. He takes confident steps, spreading the brown syrup across the plate with ease.
“Tú eres mi luz.” (You are my light.)
When he finishes it, you both sit at the edge of the plate, feeding each other scoops of chocolate from the giant spoon. They both look up at you to wave, the Mini Miguel cheesing extremely hard as he waves both arms.
The animation fades away in a wave of browns and pinks, the waiters bringing out the actual plates of food.
The floodgates open when you’re presented with the same chocolate message, a slice of chocolate biscoff cake, and little chocolate decorations of the mini you and Miguel.
“Oh my god, the spoon is here too,” you say with emotion, picking up a chocolate coated spoon. “Miguel!”
You don't know what to do. You keep fanning your face in hopes to stop the tears from coming out and ruining the light makeup you had on. Dana hands you a pointed napkin and you thank her while holding your head back.
Gabriel is a mess, faces wet with tears. His cheeks are round as he blows out air to control his breathing.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry, mi amor,” Miguel’s face is ridden with worry as he reaches across the table to grab your hand. He looks to Gabriel and sighs, “You either, hermanito.” (little brother)
“I’m good. I gotta just,” Gabriel waves a hand in front of his face cutely. “Just gotta get this out. If you’ll excuse me.”
He gets up to shuffle to the bathroom.
“I better go help him out. He gets a little delirious when he cries like that,” Dana says, rubbing your shoulder as she leaves the table.
Miguel wastes no time to sit in Dana’s seat, taking the napkin from your hands and wiping carefully at your tears.
“I love you. So, so much,” you say, resting your face in his hands. “Everyday, you find new ways to surprise me. I don’t know how you do it, but I’m just…”
You pause, waving your hands in the air, unable to express how you felt. Just thinking about it has the tears spilling over again.
“Hey, hey,” Miguel chides, catching your tears again. “If you keep crying, I’m going to cry.”
“I can’t help it, Miguel! You made a cookie boat to get to me. How can I not cry?”
Miguel reaches to kiss your cheeks in hopes to help you subside the tears, “I know, baby, I know. But to answer your first thought, when I think of you, the ideas just pour out of me. You’re my first true love, so I don’t know all the ends and outs of a relationship, but I do know what it feels like to be loved. I just want to extend that feeling to you.”
You stare in awe and the man sitting next to you, eyes glistening as you take in his words.
“I think I need another tissue.”
Miguel laughs as he grabs one to pat at your face again.
GymRat!Miguel who feeds you bites of the cake while you feed him scoops of ice cream when you’ve calmed down. You can’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.
divider by: @iwonbin 🩵
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a/n: This is half of the chapter, but I had so much fun writing this! (mostly because I was not doing my actual work while writing half of it), especially Gabriel's silly ass. Like, it was super duper fun. Writing jealous Miguel was also great. There's so much stuff about reader that he was unaware of and I've been imagining him sitting at a table and yelling like Kendrick when it all plays back in his mind.
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RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS
Mondstadt Boys
Nothing sexual is explicitly mentioned in this, only vaguely suggestive for Venti. For all of the younger characters it is strictly romantic. (And before you come at me in the comments, I went to high school. I’ve seen close romantic relationships between teenagers that never even verged on sexual and would never even consider writing an underaged character in such a light.)
This is also my first time making a post like this, so please be nice. Any advice is welcome since I’m still relatively new to Tumblr.
Kaeya-
Kaeya would never in a million years consider dating someone with serious romantic intentions, even if his feelings were fully reciprocated. His past, his secrets, his ties to so many dangerous factions would put them in immediate danger at all times, and if there’s one thing we know about Kaeya it's that he would do anything to protect the people he loves. Including breaking both his and their hearts in the process. But if he was free from all of that, Kaeya would love an SO who he could just relax around. Just be Kaeya instead of everything else. They would be his safe space, his only true home outside of Dawn Winery, and the true meaning of freedom for him.
What Kaeya didn’t know he wanted in a significant other was someone who could see past his masks instinctively. They never commented on his half-truths, his bluffs, his misdirections. But through the briefest of eye contact he knew that you knew exactly what he was doing. He comes back home in the early hours of the morning with bloody knuckles and open wounds, they are still up and bandages him while talking softly about whatever gossip had been hot on the market that morning.
Kaeya is flirtatious by nature, and his playboy attitude extends to them in public so many don’t think their relationship is that serious. But behind closed doors, with his heart open and gently placed in their hands, you would think they were divine in nature. They laughed at the attempts of other people to flirt with him, because they already knew that his heart belonged to them.
Diluc-
Much like Kaeya, Diluc knows he lives too dangerous a life to consider a romantic relationship. Unlike Kaeya though, he craves that connection just a little more fiercely than Kaeya. While Kaeya is constantly surrounded by the friendly comradery of the Knights, Diluc is far more isolated. Of course he has Adeline, Elzer, and the other workers at the Dawn Winery who’ve known him since he was a child, but he doesn’t share any close friendships that goes to on a regular basis. What Diluc knows he would want in an SO more than anything else is companionship. If he could afford to, he wouldn’t care where they’re from or what their background is if they were able to make him forget about his responsibilities for just a little bit. Someone he can come home to.
What Diluc didn’t know he wanted was someone who could help him repair his stunted relationships. Someone who invites Kaeya over for tea while they know he will be home and eventually coax both of the brothers to dig up five years worth of skeletons and come to a much better understanding. Someone who helps him at the bar after long days working in the vineyard, keeping an ear out for anything people might not otherwise let slip near the intimidating man. Above all else, Diluc did not know what he wanted was a true partner who was as dedicated to his own wellbeing as he was to theirs.
Diluc would not be showy about his affection beyond what was appropriate for a gentleman. Arm hooked around yours, hand against lower back, and maybe a quick peck on the lips if they had relative privacy. Back home though, this man is so touch-starved that he will be wrapped around his SO for as much time as possible. Playing chess? Too bad, they have to move their pieces while sitting on his side of the board. Reading a book? Someone’s head is in the other person’s lap. Sleeping? They only use a thin sheet because Diluc is a heater and plasters himself to his SO’s back and tucks them under his chin like a stuffed animal.
Venti-
Wow. You thought the previous two were traumatized? Venti has watched entire civilizations be wiped from remembrance at the whims of the Heavenly Principles and does everything in his power to make Monstadt seem like less of a threat in order to prevent the same thing from happening to him. Nearly all of his significant relationships have been ended by death or time, so the thought of having an SO, especially an immortal one, would terrify him. Contrary to popular thinking, I think Venti would want an SO who is mortal. 60-70 years of bliss, forever immortalized in song, and out of reach from the claws of the Heavenly Principles.
What Venti didn’t know he wanted was an SO who was an artist themselves. He was so used to being the performer, the one expected to entertain the audience with story and song. With just a little instruction (and maybe a blessing made on a bet) they were already able to rival Venti’s prowess with a lyre. It made quite the stir in Mondsadt, as Venti had been unmatched for years, and soon fan clubs were formed. Whether they were being shipped or slandered, there was none who could deny the inherent chemistry between Venti and his rival. In fact, there was no clear confirmation on their relationship until Venti drank nearly half of the Angel Share’s stock on a dare and kissed them full on the mouth. And even then the heated debate persisted. Until one day, they climbed on top of the church and belted out a serenade for all of Monstadt to hear before proposing to their “cheeky, bird-brained, bastard who also happens to be the love of their life”. Yeah, Venti may or may not have caused a mini hurricane to knock them off their feet so he could sweep them away to Starsnatch Cliff.
Venti is flirty, but after he starts seriously courting his SO he noticeably tones it down. Creative and blush-inducing complements to his audience were still common, but nothing truly improper. In private… he shared an ungodly amount of characteristics with those cats he’s allergic to. Spoiled with kisses and cuddles, demanding when he goes without their attention for more than a few minutes, and if they’re open to it, always ready for more exciting activities. Like stated previously, Venti doesn’t want his SO to be immortal. As much as their death will hurt, at least he was able to make sure that their short life ended peacefully and with a full heart. He will sing your songs and tell the tale of the two bards who had captured each other’s hearts. Besides, even he will return to the winds one day. And then will be able to reunite with them, and all of his old friends.
Razor-
Honestly, Razor’s concept of a romantic relationship between two humans is either completely nonexistent or radically underdeveloped. He’s seen wolves court and mate (Though Andrius keeps Razor away during mating season. Young pups should not witness such things) so I think that any kind of romantic action would just come off as heavily platonic or familial. He’s never thought about finding any sort of life-partner, all he wants is to protect his family, so whatever vague idea of an SO or “mate” Razor has would involve him taking care of them and being taken care of in turn.
What Razor didn’t suspect was that his SO would be so willing to be accepted into his Lupical. While he had friends like Bennett and Klee who were nice to him whenever they saw him around, but most people still tended to avoid Razor. It hurt a bit, but as long as Razor had his Lupical and his friends, he never gave anyone else much thought. Until one day, he found an adventurer freeing a wolf cub who had gotten its paw stuck in a hunting trap. Such traps should not have been so close to the wolves’ territory, and Razor found out later that they had come on a commission from the Knights to investigate. However, Razor noticed how in the process of freeing and bandaging the pup, they had torn open their hands. He had immediately gone looking for Wolfhook, and waited until night when they had fallen asleep to sneak in and apply the berry paste. He didn’t want to frighten them, and instead opted to watch over them while they slept. He fell asleep sometime during the early morning, and only awoke to the smell of meat cooking. He opened his eyes to see the adventurer watching him from the opposite side of the fire, a plate of berries and steaming meat set near him.
Razor was quickly enamored by the lone adventurer. They were a new recruit, and had actually heard of Razor from Katheryne when they accepted the commission. Over time, the adventurer ended up taking every opportunity possible to visit Razor. The boy’s excitement whenever he caught their scent on the wind never lessened, and both of them often spent nights in the middle of Wolvendom in blissful silence. Razor never felt like he had to talk much around them, and the same could be said of them. The two were able to discern most of what they needed to from body language, facial expressions, and scent in Razor’s case at times. It didn’t take long for them to be introduced to the rest of Razor’s Lupical. The pup they had rescued recognized them immediately and spent the entire evening receiving head scratches. As midnight approached, the older wolves nudged Razor towards their slumped over form. They had passed out with most of the pups on top of them, and Razor immediately curled up behind them with his chin resting over their exposed neck protectively. Just as he had watched the wolves do with their mates.
Albedo-
Wow. Kinda a mix of Kaeya and Razor; he is flirty (His teapot voice lines startled a blush out of me the first time I heard them) but way more subtle about it. But I also don’t think he has ever seriously considered a romantic relationship with someone. While the thought had crossed his mind once or twice, who could he possibly meet who would be compatible with him? His personal identity as a homunculus and a creation of Rhinedottr means he is already a nonhuman entity, and his title as Mondstadt’s Chief Alchemist and his work keeps most of his relationships strictly professional. Even his friendships are mostly cordial, though he does enjoy the company of others at times. This man is always doing something, so entertaining romantic notions for anyone has never entered the picture. However, I think he would like a SO similar to Fanon!Traveler Lumine (And I’m not just saying this because I’m on the Albelumi ship I promise). Someone who managed to catch Albedo’s attention would need to have something inherently unique about them. Someone who manages to keep his attention on them for a significant period of time would have to have an equally appealing, lighthearted personality that practically lit up the room whenever they walked in.
What Albedo did not expect from his SO was someone who showed so much care for him. Someone who is curious about Albedo’s work, even if they don’t fully understand it. Someone who may not understand art, but recognizes the effort Albedo puts into his drawings. Someone who invites (read: coerces) Albedo out of his lab to go eat at Good Hunter or take the evening off to relax at Angels Share. Their occupation and background doesn’t mean much to him personally, the information is only relevant if it pertains to their health or behavior. Only one issue with this set up, even if feelings are completely reciprocated. Albedo has no clue what these feelings are and where they are coming from and will spend far too much time deliberating on what he should do to them. Much to the exasperation of all of the Knight and his fellow alchemists. Once Albedo does a full analysis of himself (bloodwork, brain scans, chemical analysis, a few experiments to see how he reacts to certain stimuli, this man is nothing if not thorough) he will come to the conclusion that he is in love. (Sucrose sighs when Albedo brings the test results to her.) And he immediately launches himself into a new kind of research. He asks around about the best way to confess, and eventually decides to cultivate a new species of flowers specifically for them and then just cut to the chase over a private picnic under the stars. This man already has no filter, so once he manages to correctly identify the emotions he is feeling, the length of time between then and the actual confession would be much shorter.
Those flowers Albedo cultivates in their honor would be everywhere once his SO admitted their feelings were mutual. He dedicated an entire section of the alchemists’ greenhouse to them and ordered for no one else to touch them except for him. They would find the flowers in their hair, in between books, scattered around Albedo’s workspace, and somehow in their house. Similar to Diluc, the few times Albedo and his SO were out together in public people would know that they’re dating, but beside the fact that the two were almost always holding hands and the occasional peck on the cheek, neither were overly affectionate in public. Albedo would also be incredibly flexible in private when it came to their dynamic. He likes both giving and receiving affection and doesn’t really have a preference as long as he can spend as much time as possible in their company when he’s not working. They like to follow him on his expeditions to Dragonspine, mainly for the excuse to snuggle with Albedo every night when they get cold. The rest of the Knights adjusted well to Albedo’s SO, even if Sucrose needed to take on more work at times so Albedo could spend more time with them. The Knights closest to Albedo watched with fascination as the typically workaholic alchemist actually took lunch breaks, got in late, and left the moment he was satisfied with the progress of his experiments. What they don’t see is how the way he treats his SO in private is almost reverent. They are his muse, his lover, and his eternal companion (because unlike Venti, Albedo would 100% find a way for his SO the share his lifespan if they so chose to) and in one of his dark moments, Albedo realizes just how much he would ruin if it meant they stayed safe.
Also, Alice would 100% show up for the first time in years just to help her son get ready for his first date.
Haven’t played Bennett’s hangout quest yet and don’t know enough about his character so I will probably post him with another nation once I get around to it.
I’ll get around to doing Liyue if enough people decide they like this.
#genshin impact#diluc x reader#kaeya x reader#genshin drabbles#genshin x you#relationship headcanons#venti x reader#razor x reader#albedo x reader#diluc headcanons#kaeya headcanons#venti headcanons#razor headcannons#albedo headcanons
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Fading light | naoi rei
pairing: rei x reader
>wc: 1.6k
sypnosis: can love's warmth conquer fear's chill, or will it fade into darkness?
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped Y/N as she stepped into the cozy cafe. Her eyes scanned the room until they settled on Rei, sitting alone in a secluded corner, her gaze fixed on a book in front of her. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She had noticed Rei before—always the quiet one, never one to engage in small talk—but there was something about her that drew Y/N in, something she couldn’t quite explain.
With a determined smile, Y/N made her way over to Rei’s table, her footsteps light but purposeful. “Mind if I join you?” she asked, already sliding into the seat opposite Rei before waiting for an answer.
Rei looked up, surprise flickering in her eyes before being replaced by her usual stoic expression. “Suit yourself,” she replied, her tone clipped.
Undeterred by Rei’s curt response, Y/N launched into conversation, effortlessly filling the space between them with her bubbly energy. She talked about everything from her favorite books to her latest travel adventures, hoping to find some common ground with Rei.
At first, Rei responded with one-word answers, clearly uninterested in engaging. But Y/N persisted, refusing to let Rei’s grumpiness dampen her spirits. Slowly but surely, Rei’s defenses began to crack, her icy facade melting away in the warmth of Y/N’s presence.
As the afternoon turned to evening, Y/N found herself sharing stories she hadn’t told anyone else, and Rei, to her own surprise, found herself opening up in return. They laughed together, their conversation flowing effortlessly as they discovered unexpected connections between them.
By the time they parted ways, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a spark of hope ignite within her. Maybe, just maybe, she could break through the walls Rei had built around her heart. And Rei, for the first time in a long time, allowed herself to entertain the possibility that she might not be alone after all.
Over the following days, Y/N and Rei’s encounters became more frequent. They met for coffee, went for walks in the park, and even attended the same art exhibit. With each interaction, Y/N could sense Rei’s walls slowly crumbling, revealing glimpses of the vulnerable person hidden beneath the surface.
One evening, they found themselves strolling through the vibrant streets of the city, their laughter echoing off the surrounding buildings. Y/N couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so alive, so connected to someone else.
“So, Rei,” Y/N said, breaking the comfortable silence between them, “tell me about your passions. What makes you come alive?”
Rei hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to share this part of herself with Y/N. But something in Y/N’s gaze encouraged her to speak. “I… I love photography,” Rei admitted quietly. “It’s the one thing that helps me see the beauty in the world, even when everything else feels bleak.”
Y/N’s eyes lit up with genuine interest. “That’s amazing! You’ll have to show me some of your work sometime.”
A hint of a smile tugged at Rei’s lips, a rare sight that made Y/N’s heart flutter. “Maybe I will,” she replied, her voice softer than usual.
As they continued their walk, Y/N found herself opening up to Rei in return, sharing her own dreams and aspirations without reservation. It felt liberating to be so vulnerable, to let someone else see the parts of herself she usually kept hidden away.
By the time they parted ways that evening, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that something special was blossoming between them. Rei, too, felt a warmth spreading through her chest, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in years.
But little did they know, the seeds of doubt had already been planted, waiting to take root and unravel the fragile bond they had worked so hard to build.
Weeks turned into months, and Y/N and Rei's friendship flourished. They shared their deepest thoughts, their wildest dreams, and their darkest fears, finding solace in each other's company.
One rainy afternoon, Y/N invited Rei over to her apartment for a movie marathon. They curled up on the couch with blankets and popcorn, the sound of rain tapping against the window creating a cozy atmosphere.
As the credits rolled on the last movie, Y/N turned to Rei with a contented smile. “I’m so glad you came over today. I always have the best time with you.”
Rei returned the smile, her heart feeling lighter than it had in ages. “Me too,” she admitted, surprising herself with the honesty of her words.
In that moment, their eyes met, and for the first time, something more than friendship passed between them. Rei felt her pulse quicken, her breath catching in her throat as she leaned in closer to Y/N.
But just as their lips were about to meet, Rei pulled back, panic flooding her senses. “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.
Confusion clouded Y/N’s expression as she searched Rei’s face for answers. “Can’t what?”
Rei shook her head, her eyes betraying the fear she couldn’t bring herself to voice. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t do this.”
With that, she fled from Y/N’s apartment, leaving behind a bewildered and heartbroken girl who couldn’t understand what had gone wrong. And as Rei walked home in the rain, tears mingling with the drops cascading down her cheeks, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just made the biggest mistake of her life.
In the days that followed, Y/N tried to make sense of Rei’s sudden departure. She sent her texts, hoping for an explanation, but each message went unanswered, leaving her feeling more confused and hurt than ever before.
“Hey Rei, just checking in. Are you okay?”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Please, just talk to me.”
But all she received in return was silence. Rei’s messages remained unread, leaving Y/N to wonder what she had done to push her away.
As the days stretched into weeks, Y/N’s desperation grew. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing Rei, not after everything they had shared. So, with trembling hands and a heart heavy with uncertainty, she sent one final message:
“Rei, I need to know what’s going on. Please, just talk to me.”
Minutes passed with agonizing slowness, the weight of Y/N’s words hanging heavy in the air. And then, just as she was about to give up hope, the message turned green.
Green—a sign that Rei had blocked her.
Y/N felt her world shatter into a million pieces as the reality of Rei’s rejection sank in. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to come to terms with the fact that the person she had trusted, the person she had allowed herself to care for so deeply, had abandoned her without a second thought.
She felt like a fool for ever believing that someone like Rei could change, that their bond was strong enough to withstand whatever obstacles came their way. And as she deleted Rei’s number from her phone, a painful reminder of what could have been.
Weeks turned into months, but the pain of Rei’s rejection lingered like a shadow over Y/N’s heart. She tried to move on, to bury herself in work and hobbies, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the emptiness that consumed her.
Everywhere she looked, she was reminded of Rei—the coffee shop they used to frequent, the park bench where they had shared their deepest secrets, even the books they had read together. It was as if Rei’s absence had left a gaping hole in Y/N’s life, one that she didn’t know how to fill.
Friends tried to reach out, offering words of comfort and support, but their well-meaning gestures fell on deaf ears. Y/N had never felt so alone, so disconnected from the world around her.
One evening, as she sat alone in her apartment, the weight of her grief pressing down on her chest like a suffocating blanket, Y/N found herself reaching for her phone. It was a habit she couldn’t seem to break, the desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, Rei would come back to her.
But as she stared at Rei’s name in her contacts, a wave of numbness washed over her. What was the point in reaching out when Rei had made it clear that she didn’t want to be a part of Y/N’s life anymore?
With a heavy sigh, Y/N set her phone aside, the tears she had been holding back finally spilling over. She curled up on the couch, the ache in her chest too overwhelming to bear, and let herself cry until there were no tears left to shed.
In that moment, she realized that Rei had taken more than just her heart—she had taken Y/N’s sense of hope, her belief in the possibility of love. Rei took the light Y/N had to offer, sparking it until there wasn’t any left... until the light turned into darkness. And as Y/N drifted off to sleep, the darkness of despair closing in around her, she couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever find her way back to the light.
a/n: i did NOTT proof read this shit so if u see any mistakes no u dont
#girl group#gg x reader#ive#ive x reader#rei#naoi rei#rei x reader#rei ive#naoi rei x reader#rei ive x reader
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Gotham Possesses
A cryptid Batfamily AU in which Gotham is the main character and follows its journey to consciousness as it follows its Bat and Birds. Chapters are short and a bit gloomy.
Main Characters: Gotham, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Talia Al Ghul (shows up briefly)
No romantic relationships
Stuff to know: Cryptid Batfamily, grim, Melancholic mood, Angst, (let me know if I should add more tags)
Word Count: 639
[Here's my table of contents]
Chapter 9 - Gotham Bewitched
It started out subtly. A prickling at the edge of my borders, under the roiling of my toxic seas. I barely noticed, too engrossed in watching my birds flip through the skies, kicking down doors, creating master plans. In watching the broad muscled back of my Bat, his clever fingers clacking on the keyboard, his breathing controlled, his heart pumping his warmth steadily through his veins, a rushing lullaby to my senses.
Mine.
It whispered, rippling through the sediment, dislodging creatures from where they rested. An unbound tether, a tether I was not aware of. Curiously, my attention wandered towards it. My Bat tensed, he felt it too, or maybe the many surveillances he had placed throughout my being caught it. The metal contraption that slipped into my harbor.
MINE.
The feeling intensified. My shadows ripped away from the many I observed, converged, onto that lone and forgotten pier. To my surprise, my Bat had joined me, I hadn’t even been aware that he had left his cave. He stood so still, his cape, the only movement coming from the curious breeze I let through. A familiar green eyed woman stepped out, her long brown hair shinning in the dim florescent light emitting from the metal tomb. From behind her, a boy, a memory of the past, nearly an illusion to my senses. A sharp intake of breath from my Bat.
MINE!
I rushed forward, jostling the seas, knocking off shingles, ripping sheet metal from walls. All in my haste to get closer, to grab, to hold, to keep. He belonged to me, his eyes and coloring might have been different but he was part of my Bat. His warmth rushed through his veins, his scent familiar. The same glare. The same set of his shoulders, the pout of his lips. His wit.
I rushed in.
I recoiled.
Fiery green pushed me away. The child noticed something was amiss, he cocked his head in momentary distraction and I couldn’t help but rejoice in the acknowledgment. Short lived as it was.
Something else had dug its claws in him, staining him in the same green as my second bird. Somehow, its different, it does not fill the cracks, it flows in his veins. It glints in his eyes. It does not change him, nor try to control him. It only dwells as if part of him.
It keeps me away.
It keeps the boy untethered, he is not mine.
The boy looks at my streets, breathes in my air, in disdain. I cover the skies in dark foreboding clouds, I let my winds claw and scratch at my buildings in desperation.
I cannot get near him. I cannot touch him.
The green beast in his soul sneers at me, it’s eyes gleaming.
For someone so young, the boy moves like a predator. He attacks my other birds in a bid of superiority, misguided. They’ll be fine, not much can kill them in my embrace. He attacks criminals, bleeds them. My Bat is wracked with guilt and frustration. My oldest bird tries to mediate.
If only I could get closer, wrap my shadows around him, show him how much he belongs.
How he belongs to me.
The day his heart is run through, is shocking even for me. Everything stops. I wail at the beast, my keening shattering glass and breaking stone. It agrees on a deal. It lets me in, I let my shadows pour into his wound. I mend my boy’s shattered heart, weaving it with my shadows, green inadvertently mingling with it.
My Bat watches him rise, black tears dripping down his youthful face. The boy, my little bat, is now bound to me. A beautiful woven tether of green and black. My Bat clutches his bird and whispers his thanks.
I watch transfixed.
Bewitched by my bats.
2nd to last chapter! Will be posting on Ao3 when it's finished.
Also, I will be making this a series and posting one shots of the birds and their new life bound to Gotham. They wont be in any particular order, but I have already written Dick's POV before he becomes Nightwing :)
#gotham#gotham city#fanfic#fanfiction#cryptid batman#cryptid batfam#batman#bruce wayne#damian wayne#damian al ghul#dick grayson#damian dies but is resurrected by Gotham#Gotham is possessive#gotham is obsessed#angst#angsty
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OKAY, now i’m curious about your thoughts, headcanons. it can be inside of dybmn universe or outside, what about spencer motivating reader to exploring her bisexuality or in reverse? where one of them is like “i have never been with a man/woman before”.
would it add up to their spicy dynamics, like a potential threesome? could it be that spencer would rather break up with her to let reader navigate her sexual orientation by her own? forget about the morbid, i’m actually interested in how this would impact their relationship with YOUR spencer.
love your blog!
i think spencer would not be into non monogamy or threesomes or anything like that. he’s too insecure lol. but he also wouldn’t want to stop you from exploring any aspect of yourself if you felt like that’s what you needed to do, because he would be a very supportive partner in general. if you broke up w him for that reason he’d be heartbroken but he’d be understanding.
in terms of himself… again i really see him as an extreme monogamist. like once he has a partner they become the center of his world and he runs the risk of becoming TOO enmeshed with/reliant on/co dependent with them. so even if he did have an epiphany that he was bisexual while you were together i don’t think him realizing that would prompt any sort of desire to actively explore it. it would probably just shed new light on how he’s related to men in his past, realizing like oh i didn’t hate so and so i actually just had a crush on him or something. he’d be very open abt it with you conversationally tho. it would be something he’d want to share with you
im sorry if this is disappointing😭😭 but i really see him as someone who needs his partners full commitment or else he doesn’t understand the point of a partnership. like he wants the two of you to be each others Person ykwim?
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hold on wait im unable to Scribble rn but i had this Lights Out interaction in my head and i need to put it somewhere before i forget. Okay so the scene is Howdy, Poppy, Frank, and Wally are all having quiet time in the post office. just vibing.
Howdy: i'm going to say something harsh
Poppy: that's alright. we understand <3
Frank: go ahead, it's better than bottling it up
Howdy:
Howdy, near tears: you're all so boring i think it's actually killing me
Poppy / Frank / Wally: ...
#he would Kill for one of barnaby's jokes#i imagine that when wally announces someone else has woken up howdy sprints through the darkness to the storage room#so so ready to have his Pal™️ back. someone with a sense of humor! someone he can really talk to! Enrichment for the Enclosure!#and then he gets there and its. its fucking eddie#he would break down sobbing...#he'd hold a completely uncalled for grudge <3#wh lights out au#of course wally would take it literally and start trying to remember jokes barnaby taught him#of course its been so long that he doesnt remember any but hes Trying#at least his attempts confuse howdy enough to bring Some sort of... entertainment? can it be called that?#i think all three of em would try to either make jokes or deeper conversation with howdy#but hes just too fast and punny for them... they cant keep up or they cant relate i think#at least he and poppy can hold conversations about their large families#until they remember that hey! those families were fake memories! they never even existed!#and then they get really sad. wally tells a horribly butchered joke & frank tries to distract them with bug/plant facts
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Happy Birthday @cashweasel beloved, have a soft kiyazan non confession confession, love you and these two idiots sm and I hope your day was amazing
#my art#kiyazan#oc: Kiara#Yazan Hadidi#certified blorbo in law#i had to beat art with a stick for the whole day over this but I love them sm#what the fuck even is night time lighting i dont know i put all my eggs into the golden hour basket#anyway#kiara is 100000% feeling jus a bit nervous#tapping her fingers nd resting her head on her knees ab it#but i mean how else do u react to someone you love but haven’t really told reading your feelings right next to you FDFFSDF#reading ur feelings in a letter where btw u still don’t explicitly confess#shes still v :heart eyes: tho#she cant help it#i thought ab living yazan some mirror dice FDSFSDFDS but also it would make more sense if this was her car considering birthday surprise#shes just passenger princess for the ride back lol#she deserves a break from driving i dunno#anyway i considered the dice then i was like well I want it to be a gift from someone bc OBviously and so i didnt put one#OMG it should be from Karima jus sayin#maybe she doesnt have it yet#ok jus imagine the fuzzy mirror dice XD#anyway happy birthday bestie#i know its not the day of for u anymore but I wanted it to be pretty for u
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in a hunger games-style scenario I think that the majority of the cql cast would immediately die because 90% of the main cast are 1. bonkers self-sacrificial for their loved ones and 2. incredibly ready to kill themselves in dramatic ways out of despair. when the dust settles jgy will walk out of it wearing a perfect customer-service smile until nhs snipes him from the shadows
#wwx HAS survived scenarios like this but if his loved ones are involved he's die for them immediately#I don't imagine lwj and wwx fighting each OTHER in that poll I think they'd both rather die#lwj would be hard to take out since he's physically indestructible and not super prone for dying for others#but he's not really got a survivalist instinct and other characters are way more clever than him#IF being able to manipulate people and events matters then nhs is going to win but wwx is also super smart#and he and lwj are op enough to just break out of the constructed setting anyway and walk out together#but that's less fun#anyone remember the crit role battle royales? those were fun#in THAT case. wwx would win due to being so so powerful AND so so smart and wily and clever and inventive#nhs and jgy don't have the physical power to defeat him#nor does anyone else#even lwj. I think#I don't mean to make light of suicide either. in canon they were dramatized and excessive in number#but they were all genuine tragedies and stemmed from legitimate distress grounded in character writing that made sense#mxy wanted revenge. wwx lost everything he loved and felt it was his fault. myu saw her husband fall and was alone#against a horde of conquerers who took her home and were going to kill her next. such a proud and imperious woman couldn't stand that#xxc realized he'd been deceived by someone he abhorred and had murdered dozens of defenseless people#wq and wn were resigned to dying together and paying back the debt they owed to wwx#qin su...okay yeah that was a bad one#but she was also horrified by the reveal about jgy and her son's death#they all made sense! even if they were extreme reactions#cql txp
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#I love theater and technical theater and doing shows but also#every time I do a show I am reminded that I am disabled#that the expectations for my role are expectations for an able bodied person and that my role will not change to fit me or being disabled#it is so hard to be disabled on tech crew#and it’s even harder when you’re good at your job (because you don’t have the option of not being good at your job) because you’re always#needed for something. to help someone else. to solve a problem. anything#if you are competent then your job description automatically expands whether you want it to or not and you don’t have the option to not be#competent when you’re disabled. you don’t have the option to do anything but excel because anything less and you’re not good enough#it’s a catch 22. and I will never get a single break during a show because#even if it’s a break for lights it’s not a break for someone else and someone else is going to need help and you are the person who can help#you don’t get a break. those don’t exist for you. it doesn’t matter that you need one more than anyone else#and I’m stuck with an assistant lighting designer who thinks she knows how to program just by watching me alter cues for a few minutes#you cannot learn programming like that. especially when you’ve only been looking at my screen and not at the stage! you don’t know what the#different levels of light look like! you cannot understand what I’m doing if you do not see the stage!#she’s going to lighting design for a show and it’s going to have problems and someone else can deal with that because I am not going to#I get being busy but if you’re part of a show you show up. you go to the production meetings and the#designer run and you fucking show up during tech week! and that means showing up on time!#I don’t have an ALD#I have someone who did nothing is taking some of the credit for my work and putting it on their resume#I would care less about her lack of experience if she showed any initiative whatsoever#just. I am working so fucking hard on this show. I’ve gotten flare ups twice in two days because I’ve had to overexert myself#if you’re also putting in the time and effort then we work well together. but if you don’t then I have no use for you#also just. as someone who is trying to do their job the best they can and having to fight to be able to do my job#I will never understand the people who just show up and halfass it and call it a day because it’s easy for them to get there#it’s so incredibly difficult for me and I cannot afford to take that for granted
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‘no matter how much time the king of curses spends with you, he doesn’t think he will ever understand you or your affectionate behaviour towards him.’
☀︎｜tags. true form sukuna x female reader. heian era sukuna. fluff. bits of mentions of blood & murder. big size difference. cold-big-monster-having-a-small-soft-spot-for-a-single-human trope. reader gets called ‘little one, brat’. not proof read! let me know if you like my characterisation or not; it’s my first sukuna fic.
a kiss on the cheek is one of the most innocent - yet apparently also the most difficult - things to do. it’s a small form of intimacy; not that hard to do. it’s really as simple as planting your lips on your beloved’s cheek. then all you do is retreat — maybe get a kiss on the cheek back from him. or on the lips.
“get moving. i’m not waiting all day for you.” sukuna grumbles. you had suddenly stopped in your tracks and the king of curses was confused as to what the reason might have been. the two of you had been walking through the courtyard for a few minutes now — well, you basically had to drag him out to take a little stroll together.
and now the same you was quiet. it bothered sukuna; you were always so chatty around him when it was just the two of you. he might have called you an ‘annoying brat’ for it, but he secretly enjoyed your company and voice.
“c-coming.” you reply in a quiet mumble, eyes glancing over at the monstrous frame that stood a few steps away. his dull yet sharp gaze was focused on you — like he was sizing you up. or rather: trying to figure out what’s wrong with the change in behaviour you showed.
sukuna watches you as you hurry over to his side again. he resumes walking, hands folded over each other under the material of his kimono.
though, he couldn’t yet let go of the fact that you were acting different around him. the king of curses’ suspicion only grew once he noticed how your fingers fiddled with your obi. you were anxious about something.
sukuna shakes his head slightly. some humans sure are difficult to understand, he thinks to himself. your happy yet reserved personality when you usually interacted with him had disappeared and made place for a nervous wreck. trying to figure out why made sukuna’s head hurt.
were you finally scared of him? like all other humans and curses were?
he doesn’t know why, but it felt like he would hate for such thing to happen. sukuna usually wouldn’t care if someone resents, fears or somehow even admires him. only you could make him think and care about such difficult and maybe even trivial things.
“uhm,” you break off his train of thoughts and his eyes are instantly on yours again, “may i do something really quickly?”
sukuna’s face doesn’t show any change in expression, but a small nod tells you everything you need to know. you clear your throat, “can you please lower your head towards me?”
lowering his head? oh, you got some guts. if anyone else had said that to him, sukuna would have obliterated them; there wouldn’t have been anything but red bloody dust left of their body.
but then again: it’s you. all exceptions the king of curses makes are for you.
sukuna slightly lowers his head to your level so you could do whatever you needed to. he’d be lying if he said that his curiosity wasn’t piqued. it always was when he was around you.
you gulp. it was time to do what you’ve longed to do ever since the beginning of your stroll: give the ryomen sukuna a kiss on the cheek. you don’t think he’d be mad—at least he never seriously gets mad at you. only to get a reaction out of you since your responses are always ‘intensely amusing’—as he says.
“go on.” sukuna’s breath hits your cheeks. he was so close—too close that it made you even more nervous in a way. as if you hadn’t even had your first kiss yet.
you swallow your fears and just go for it. your lips attach to his cheek in the fraction of a second—the speed of light—before they leave. it was right under his right set of eyes.
you take a step back and clear your throat. you try to escape the embarrassment of sukuna’s possible reaction by continuing your stroll, though were stopped by a strong hand firmly grabbing your forearm.
“where’d you think you’re going?”
sukuna’s deep voice echoes through your ears. you were surprised to hear the tone of it; almost soft. a tone sukuna uses on rare occasions: in your presence.
you turn your head around and smile sheepishly at the king of curses before you. he doesn’t return the same (not that you expected him to), however he does unexpectedly ruffle your hair for a split second. or at least he attempts to.
his large and warm palm lands on top of your head and he gives it a little and subtle shake. sukuna had seen you do a similar action to someone else before, thus he concluded that he could do it to you. maybe as a form of endearment or. . whatever you used it as.
he did find the way you tried to scurry away after giving him a kiss very adorable. even if he wouldn’t say so out loud.
“now, come along. we don’t have all day.” sukuna nonchalantly mutters after retracting his hand. it left as fast as it came, though you were still stunned at the slight show of affection the king of curses returned.
you instantly catch up to sukuna again—walking next to him as fast as your legs could take you. you were a bit more at ease after you got a positive reaction to your little kiss. it was a pity that he didn’t smirk or laugh at you—maybe mocked you like he usually would. but that head pat made up for it.
even if it did leave your hair a little disheveled.
you couldn’t properly see sukuna’s face, but the faint smirk tugging at his lips was undeniably there. even if it was for just a split second.
“how very interesting.” sukuna mutters under his breath so you wouldn’t catch on. he sighs and shakes his head, unable to keep out that memory of you looking so cute—standing on the tip of your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek with your comically small hand on his jaw line. he doesn’t know why he found that to be so thrilling.
you flutter your eyelashes. you were curious about what he might have commented on, “may i ask what you had just said? i didn’t quite hear it.”
a short second of silence hangs before sukuna tilts his head to the right to look down at you again; his face expressionless, but still having a hint of a grin on his lips.
“i said you better hurry before i gobble you up right this instant.” he replies, (playfully) intimidating you with his sharp red eyes that glinted with a form of danger.
you shiver (though knew the threat was an empty one) and instantly pick up your pace. you even get ahead of him, walking as fast as your legs could. you answer with a curt ‘my apologies’ and walk like you actually have somewhere to be.
sukuna’s grin only grows as he sees you get ahead of him. if you had turned around, maybe you could have caught onto that light flicker of affection in his expression.
“i’m coming for you, little one.” sukuna adds just to ignite some more fear into you and you react as expected, “you’re not escaping me today.”
it was a funny sight; your reactions always make him enjoy his time with you even more than he already (secretly) was.
the way his body reacts in mysterious ways when you’re around, is still very much an unsolved riddle to the king of curses. and the reasons as to why you aren’t scared of him and can easily give him all your ‘love’ are also still yet to be discovered.
until then, sukuna will continue to enjoy teasing you.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#jjk x y/n#sukuna x you#jjk fluff#jjk fic#sukuna ryoumen x reader
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no, actually, where is the whimsy?
my ex had a best friend named larry who asked me once: what do you think comes after irony?
we were at the bar where larry worked. it was a quiet night, and he'd hopped over to sit with us on the patron side. i swirled the lemon around my limoncello martini.
earnest positivity, i said, while my ex said, art self-destructs.
i stared at my ex. he stared at me.
his argument was the cinemasins argument: look how bad media is becoming! look at the loopholes and the dumb shit!
it was roughly 2011. galaxy print was still in. at the time, i had a favorite shirt that was a wolf howling at the moon. it got ripped in half in the wash and i honestly still mourn it. i dressed like effie stonem, because everyone did. and irony was the name of the thing. men liked MLP "ironically." the internet liked the kind of crass, "anti-mainstream" vibes of things like fuck romance, touch my butt and buy me pizza. we put cats in sunglasses everywhere, which was because we only liked things in irony.
and media had the same vibe in it: anti-hero white men would be "hard to love" and then storm off the scene. nobody was just earnestly trying to save the world: they were jaded, angry, unoriginal. mad you even asked them to try to help.
my ex ends up not being wrong. cinemasins becomes super popular. a lot of people start viewing media with this lens that is the cruelest, most jaded depiction. it's wrong for your character to have unexplained powers, even if the entire movie is about how strange it is she has unexplained powers - that is still considered a "loophole." characters make thoughtless, panicked choices? loophole. characters are actually kind people, despite hardship? loophole. features a woman doing literally anything without assistance? loophole. movies become hyper-aware of scrutiny, and now irony rules the media.
which means you go to a movie, and the character has to turn to the screen and say "beats me!!" or one of the side characters has to have some kind of quip like "are you seriously telling me that you think this is normal?" because nothing can happen in earnest. like a sitcom laugh track, we now anticipate the fourth-wall break: the moment that the media acknowledges it is telling a story. the media has to apologize for itself, or else someone like my ex rolls their eyes.
but here's the thing: i wasn't wrong either.
the difference might be that i am (and always have been) so soft-hearted that any crack in the light of this world will spear me into the ground. and i was the poet in the relationship. (he thought that was the same thing as being naïve and stupid). i was making things daily. i knew how all of us artists are driven by some strange desire to evolve. he notably liked to critique art, not to create it.
so yes, i've made things that are bitter and angry and even ironic. i've made long, sharp poems with all capital letters, and i've made poems about how the silence stretches out like a song. someone wrote once that we will spend our whole lives just circling the place we grew up. i think it's more that we spend our whole lives trying to remake a home. i think it's that as we age, it becomes less exciting to build the castle on the beach - we become aware of erosion, of windforce. we realize what we really want is to come home to our dog, castle or not.
and while art in the foreground is mired in white male violence and irony, and aggression, and not taking anything seriously - i don't think that's true of all art. i think more and more artists are leaning in to the things we love. the world has changed so much. they have taken so many things from us. the only thing we have left is love. at the bottom of the moving box - all we get is the faint sense that we have to appreciate what little we've got. i can't enjoy this stuff ironically anymore: what room do i have for irony? if it makes me happy, that is an amazing thing. there are so few happy places left for me. i want to be happy because of how leaves shiver beside each other like nestling birds. i want to be happy because of the color pink, and how magenta doesn't exist. i have spent so much of this life suffering, i have earned my right to a gentle ending. if nothing matters, i get to assign meaning to the nothing. i get to create meaning. i am an artist first and foremost, which means creation is my thing.
where is the whimsy? wherever i fucking put it. because if this is my last fucking chance to do any good in this world - i want to do it earnestly. i want to write things that make you happy. that make people feel heard and seen. what comes after irony has to be positivity.
it was close to my 21st birthday. in 7 years, i would end up writing a book about this relationship, which is hopefully coming out somewhere around May 2024. i come back to this bar scene in my memories a lot. i keep thinking of how pale my ex was. the look that crossed his face. how i looked back at him. how for a moment, both of us couldn't recognize the other person. like the gulf between us was a suddenly wide and cavernous thing. like we were alien to each other. he never took my opinion seriously, and he always seemed surprised whenever his manic-pixie-dream-girl ever broke free of the plot. like in the whole time we were together, i wasn't human enough.
this knowledge: where he said nothing comes after, my only instinct was what comes after is love.
#spilled ink#writeblr#this is a real story lol#looking back i liked larry as a person SO much more than my ex hollyyyyy shitttt#compulsory heterosexuality will do you DIRTY#edit to correct effies name my apologies to effie and effies family
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Snow With A Bimbo Reader
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summary | Coryo loves how dumb you are. It makes him look even smarter
warnings | toxic!coryo, dumb!reader, slight innocent!reader, smut, slight housewife!reader
this is an eighteen plus fic. minors do not enter
divider by @princessbellecerise
When he first met you at the academy, it was safe to say that from the moment he saw you, Snow was obsessed
You weren’t in the same class as him, though there was really no reason you ought to be because you were not nearly as smart as the other students, but he still noticed you in some classes
Coryo figured that your parents must have bought your way in, because bless your heart you are so dumb
When he first meets you, it’s almost pitiful how he notices that you’re nowhere near his academic level, but that’s okay because you sure are pretty
And despite being insanely attracted to power and intelligence, Coryo finds himself focusing all his attention on you
He can’t think of anything else in class other than the way your pretty little face scrunches up because you’re not understanding any of it, or the way your lips pout because you’re beyond lost
You’re just so beautifully stupid and cute and Coryo can’t stop thinking about how he can’t wait to get his claws into you
So at first he starts by tutoring you as way to get closer to you
God knows that you need it, and when he offers of course you accept because hello—everyone knows that Snow is on top
So, he begins to tutor you, and that’s all it is at first
A few flirty remarks here and there, like him telling you your hair looks pretty or your outfit fits you nice
Nothing too crazy, but the more time Coryo spends with you, the more you drive him insane
He has amazing self control because even though he wants to do nothing but grab you and kiss you the entire time you’re talking, he holds himself back
He takes it slow as to not scare you or confuse your dumb little mind. After all, you can only process so much
Which is why he doesn’t actually tutor you—not the hard stuff anyways. He just finds little easy thing for you to accomplish so he can watch as your face lights up when you solve something he’s done a million times before
He builds you up before he plans on breaking you down, before he plans on molding you into his perfect partner
Coryo will gain your trust at first and only when he’s got it will he strike
Like a snake, you don’t even see his plan or see him coming until he’s right there in front of you, poisoning you with his sweet lips and kissing you one day
It comes so sudden for you that you’re shocked, not even kissing him back till he’s squeezing your jaw a little so you let him in
He’ll kiss you deeply so that you can feel what he feels for you, so that you know just how desperately he wants you
Through his lips, he’ll spread his venom, and since you’re not smart enough to even know that you’ve been bit, you fall for it easily
You kiss him back, and your giggles when you pull away make Coryo smirk. He loves seeing you nervous around him and fuck; does he love tasting your pretty lips
Once you start agree to start dating him, it’s already too late for you. And for Coryo, it’s just the beginning
Coryo already has plans that you’re not apart of, but he’s excited to carry them out because you are everything that he needs
He needs someone that won’t question him, that will obey him and do everything he says. He needs to be in charge and with you, he is
Like a good little girl, you do everything Coryo tells you to do. Miss class for him, sit on his lap, stop doing your assignments
Pretty soon, he’s got it to where all you do is hang out with him. Make plans with him. Do things for him
He’s got you wrapped around his finger and you don’t even know it. You’re just so happy with him that you don’t even question it when he tells you to quit
“Leave the academy and I’ll take care of you. I promise,” Is what Coryo says, so you do
You stop attending class, you drop out and slowly you move from your home to be with Coryo in his
It’s a little packed, but you make it work especially with Tigris and his grandmother
They both adore you, though Tigris is a little concerned with you dropping out. She’ll try and persuade you to continue your education but don’t worry—Coryo will never let that happen
When you tell him Tigris’ words, he simply scoffs and tells you that pretty girls like you don’t belong in academics. You don’t belong in that terrible, toxic work force
No, no, you deserve to stay home and to serve him. An easy job, he convinces you, and a soft life
“It’s what you deserve,” He tells you, so you give up on the idea of returning
Instead, you stay at home and wait for Coryo day and night. During the days, you’ll cook, clean and during the nights you’ll be there for him
In the privacy of your now shared bedroom is where he fucks you, the mattress squeaking from how hard he pounds into your tight cunt
Coryo loves it when you whine and beg, crying out how he’s too big for you
He loves to hear you praise him and for you to stroke his ego. With a hand wrapped around your throat, he’ll fuck you until you’re screaming his name into the mattress and until you realize that you belong to him
The love bites and marks he leaves on your thighs are a constant reminder. He tells you that you should be lucky, grateful that you don’t have to use your head anymore
Grateful to have someone like him to take care of you, and you are. Coryo gives you a life that people can only dream about
Once he becomes President of Panem, you’re spoiled with riches that you didn’t even know existed. Diamonds, silks, luxurious foods
And the best part is, all you have to do is smile and wave. After all, you are his best asset
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