#i MEANT to make it so i wouldnt have to paint the faces on the figures anymore
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made myself a lil cucurucho stamp and i. may have gone overboard testing it out
#qsmp#jay’s 3d printing (mis)adventures#i honestly dont really have an explanation for this#i MEANT to make it so i wouldnt have to paint the faces on the figures anymore#but as soon as it was done printing i forgot them completely and just went ham on my arm#i don’t even know how this paint washes out so. i may have these for a lil while
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“the agency’s new assistant”
ranpo x fem!reader smut , -16 dni !
this was actually my first post here but i felt too shy so i kept it in my drafts 🧍♀️ but it's actually my favourite one so far!! ranpo is just so,,, 😩🤌 hope u enjoy <3
you had been working at the agency as an assistant for a while now, which meant you should be pretty close to everyone there, right?
wrong.
well, you were close to almost everyone, just not him. you had been avoiding him ever since you first set eyes on his ridiculously hot figure.
the detective who could read your thoughts from just two seconds of a glance; you had heard all about him and it terrified you, because absolutely none of the thoughts you had about him were appropriate.
he was unlike anyone you had ever seen before, and if you're being honest, he made you soaking wet from just his voice. he was the hottest man you'd ever laid your eyes on and you were quite embarrassed to admit you had formed a crush on him. with blushed cheeks and weak knees, you knew talking to him in this state would be the same as throwing yourself all over him.
so for both his and your own sake, you avoided him as much as possible. but of course, this didn't go unnoticed by him.
he tried many chances to get you near him, but it always ended in you finding excuses and running away with a red face.
but not today. he was determined on having you today, all for himself.
as you walked in for work, you immediately noticed how silent it was. glancing around the empty office, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a voice behind you.
"they're all gone for an emergency mission," ranpo said as he lightly grabbed your waist to move you from the doorway.
"oh, i see.." you internally squealed as his arm stayed on your hip for far longer than necessary.
"looks like you're all mine for today then," ranpo flashes you a grin.
shit, this was exactly what you dreaded. but looks like there's no escaping it now, so you straightened your back and tried to act professional instead. "yes sir, what would you like me to assist with?
"sir?" ranpo stopped eating his sweets to glance at you. "while that does sound quite nice, you can just call me ranpo."
"o-of course, uhm, ranpo," you fiddled with your skirt nervously which immediately caught his eye.
"no need to be so nervous. i've been watching you for some time now."
"you have?"
"of course, who wouldnt be interested in a cute little thing like you?"
your cheeks were painted crimson by now and you quickly turned away from him. "i'm not sure what you mean"
you yelped as he grabbed your wrist to turn you back around and made you look at him. "don't look away from me, that's rude don't you think? his hand slipped down to rest at your hips once more, pulling you closer.
"this is extremely unprofessional, sir-" you gasped while trying not to blush.
"is it? he furrowed his eyebrows. "what i think is unprofessional is how you keep avoiding me. you're meant to assist everyone in the agency, how unprofessional of you to not uphold your job. do you dislike me?"
"no, of course not!"
"then tell me why you refuse to even talk to me hmm?" he laughed softly as you opened and closed your mouth again, unsure of how to reply.
"you're so cute, you know that?" his hands traveled down to your skirt, slipping under it. "of course i already know why you avoid me. can't hide anything from the world's best detective now, can we?"
you hid your flushed face in his chest out of embarrassment. of course he knew. all this time, he knew, and now he was teasing you for it.
"looks like i was right once again," you jump as he suddenly presses a finger against your underwear. "you're wet. is it because of me?"
you mumbled incoherently against him, making him click his tongue. he quickly pushes you up from his chest, cupping your face to make you look in his twinkling eyes.
"cmon now, don't let me do all the detective work. lets get a confession, yeah?"
you looked away from him in shame, ears turning pink.
"there's no need to be shy," ranpo tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "i'll let you in on a secret."
leaning down in your ear, he whispered, "i always think of you too. whenever i see you walk past in that cute little skirt of yours, i can barely resist myself from grabbing you and bending you over my desk right then and there."
your heart felt like it was gonna explode. this was too much, too fast-
but he was just getting started. leaning further down, he pressed his lips against your neck, softly sucking on your skin. you let out a whimper as he dragged his teeth across, before gently biting.
"don't keep me waiting," he pulled away after creating a hickey.
accepting defeat and pushing away your embarassment, you gave in. "i didn't avoid you because i dislike you... i avoided you because each time i talk to you, um, my heart gets all warm and tingly.."
"oh yeah?" he smirked and prodded a finger down there again. "and here?"
"uh, i get wet.."
"evident," he runs his fingers across you to prove his point.
"wh-what now?" you look at him shyly.
he smiles. "i finally have you to myself. only a fool would waste that opportunity."
grabbing you suddenly, he turned you around and pushed you over his desk. he stood behind you, eyeing your ass that was barely covered by the short skirt you wore.
"i like skirts," he commented. "wear them more often."
"okay.." was all you could mumble while you hid your face in your hands, anticipating his next move.
you felt his large hands rest on your skirt, pushing the fabric up and bunching it up around your waist. you flinched suddenly when he landed a sharp slap on your ass. you couldn't hold in your moan when he did it once more, and you could practically hear him smirking as he landed his hand down again and again.
finally satisfied with how red your skin was, he pushed your underwear to the side and bent you more, putting your wetness on full display for his sharp green eyes.
"you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this," he breathed out as he traced your slit and played around with the slickness.
"me too."
all shyness was thrown out the window once he slipped a finger in, and you were immediately begging for more. he moved his finger in and out at a steady pace, while rubbing circles using his thumb. you cried out when you felt him lean in and press his tongue against you, while pushing a second finger in and increasing his pace.
he sloppily sucked and licked at you, while pushing his fingers deeper each thrust.
"i'm close, ranpo-"
"don't," he muttered, pulling away.
"what?' you cried out in disbelief.
"ah im sorry love, but we don't have time for this. the others will be back soon, and i need you to come when i'm inside you."
"what do you- ahh, oh my-"
he had pushed himself inside you before you could even realise, and no words could describe how good it felt.
"are you okay? do you need me to stop?" he gently rubbed your back.
"i'm okay, it feels fucking amazing," you reassured him to move.
grinning, he started out slowly fucking you against the desk. soon enough it changed into him pounding into you at a brutal pace, sounds of skin clapping and desk creaking filling the room.
"you feel so fucking good, ah fuck," he groaned as he threw his head back, before raising one hand to slap your ass.
you moaned loudly as he railed you harder, his grip on your hips getting tighter and would definitely leave bruises. a few more thrusts and you felt his dick twitch inside you, and then he was leaning over to suck your neck desperately as he became sloppier. his hand slipped down to rub you, and you couldn't take it anymore. your legs were shaking as you came down from your high, and you would've fallen over if not for his arms supporting you.
ranpo groaned loudly as he pushed into you one last time, cumming inside and filling you completely with his warmth. he did a few more thrusts to fuck his cum back into you, making sure none of it got out. you cried out from the overstimulation, but he just shushed you and continued licking over the hickeys on your neck.
you heard the ding of the agency front door, and immediately came back to your senses. ranpo also sighed in frustration, and pulled out. he carefully placed your underwear back in place, and pulled your skirt down. offering you his hand to stand, you stumbled to stand straight as your legs were weak and sore. he smiled at you as he quickly fixed your hair and clothes, smoothing them down.
just before the door opened, he quickly pecked you on the lips, surprising you and making you blush. that was your first kiss..
"y/n! there you are!" dazai walked into the room followed by the others. "wait, why are you red?"
"oh um its just hot in here," you mumbled, rubbing your neck.
"it sure is," ranpo cheekily muttered from his desk, sending a subtle wink.
you turned away from both ranpo's smug self and dazai's confused and but seemingly knowing look, and got back to work.
it was a bit hard to focus though, not when your underwear was all sticky and you were throbbing because of a certain someone.
sitting at your desk, you glanced at your skirt which was now a bit crumpled. smiling, you decided to wear skirts more often. and maybe you should talk to ranpo more.
after all, the feeling was mutual..
#ranpo is so hot my god#ranpo edogawa#ranpo x reader#ranpo smut#bsd#bsd smut#bungo stray dogs#anime#ranpo x reader smut
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Taters
Karlach x Reader/Tav
A/n: I live temporarily. Back with another fandom. Small ramble note at the bottom.
Winter was just around the corner, causing the night air to chill as of late. You used to hate the cold, it reminded you of… less fortunate times. However, these days you've found yourself slowly being able to see the beauty of it, reason being your beautiful girlfriend, who’s kept you perfectly warm every night, safe and protected against any unsavory memories.
The amazing tiefling who's stolen your heart has kept you company for countless evenings, with each one feeling as special as the last. But this time you find yoursef pondering, a memory—or rather a word—that you couldnt quite shake off.
Taters.
It was just such a bittersweet moment for you both. You thought her family using words just for them was such a cute thing to do, it seemed to make Karlach so happy. It kicked some gears in your brain into motion, so much so that you happened to mindlessly utter it out.
“Pardon, love?” Karlach craned her head to look at you atop her chest.
“Oh– nothing, was just lost in thought–”
“Ah, well taters, either way” She grinned from below you.
Your heart melts a little inside of you. How was anyone allowed to be this cute? Yhe universe is unbelievable.
“Yeah… listen Karlach, ive been thinking about something” You trail off slightly, not quite sure on what you actually want to say.
Karlach tilts her head slightly to the side. A worried frown painting her features. “Something wrong?”
“No, I just… happened to think about your family… The language you had together, you said you were the last remaining speaker. I want to change that.” You held her hand as you talked, both for her reassurance and yours. You mindlessly toyed with it as you spoke.
Karlachs eyes widened.
“You want to kill me!?” She gasped incredulously. “I knew it was only a matter of time… I wouldnt mind if it was you though, make it quick” She stuck her bottom lip out and wiped a fake tear from her eye, while the other hand held yours to her chest.
You snatched your hand from where she held it and lightly bopped her on the forehead, looking only mildly amused.
“As if.” You scoffed lightheartedly.
Karlach grinned. “Of course, so what about my parents?” There was a faraway look in her eyes. Shes told you that she loves talking about her parents, but being a little sentimental about it was unavoidable.
“The uh… the language you had together, what other words did you guys have?”
“You want to know about the gibberish we spoke?” Karlach smiled, unsure.
“Yeah, it was a big part of your childhood, I want to make more good memories with those words… maybe with a family of our own.” You sunk your face into the firm muscle of her shoulder, partly because it was comfy, but partly to avoid looking at her, in case she didnt agree.
“I cant believe you just brought up the idea of a family before I could. How dare you.” The pitch of her voice raised towards the end. She narrowed her eyes at you.
“Oops” You giggle, face still smooshed against her skin.
“Hmph.” She scoffed. “Give me a moment to remember, im sure I can dig up some of them.” Karlach gazed at the ceiling, mind drifting back to her childhood.
“Lets see… chess… chess meant a kiss… Yeah, I think I remember being grossed out because I saw my parents giving each other ‘chesses’.” Karlach chuckles softly at the memory.
“Chesses? Thats… oddly fitting for a kiss.” You smiled. “What else?”
“Sheesh just give me a moment” Karlach pouts. “Cant let a woman think for shit in here” She huffs.
“So dramatic. Just take your time.” You rolled your eyes.
Karlach scoffs, but otherwise stays silent for a moment, collecting little anecdotes from her childhood.
“Hmm… Blankets were called ‘warmers’ I think”
“Simple and straightforward, I like it.” You grin
“Right?” Karlach laughs, a beautiful sound. You cant help but snuggle up impossibly closer into her. And she holds you just a little bit tighter.
“Then…” Karlach trails off slowly, hand unconsciously starting to pet your head. “Hm. Sorry soldier, cant remember any more right now.” Karlach sheepishly smiled.
“Thats okay, we can try again tomorrow. I think let's just sleep, i'm tuckered out”
“Sounds great.” She presses a kiss to your forehead.
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The conversation is mostly forgotten by her, whose been busy with choosing only the best produce for you both at the market. She left before you woke up, hoping to surprise you, but it seems she got too caught up with haggling with the shop ladies, so that plan was out the window.
As soon as she enters your shared cabin, youre immediately clung onto her.
“Chess.” You peel yourself away from the hug momentarily to face her with a kissy face at her while pointing at your face.
Her brows furrows before they relax and melt into an expression of surprise and awe. She leans down to give you a small peck then envelops you in a large bear hug.
“Gods, have no clue how happy that made me” She grins widely.
“Yeah? Prepare to be happy a lot more then.” You preen at the feeling of being able to make her feel like this.
“Thats going to be difficult considering im already always happy when im with you.” Karlach looks at you adoringly. To an almost painful degree.
The emotions rushing into you felt a little overbearing. Your eyes narrow and your muscles stiffen. “Im getting cuteness aggression.”
“Im honored.” She smirks.
“Stop or else I will actually fall to the floor.”
“I cant, youre too amazing. But don't worry if you fall, ill make sure to nurse you better myself.” Her voice was teasing, but held affection all the same.
“Just stop talking to me.” You bat at her shoulder stiffly as your face sits in a lighthearted scowl.
“Alright, ill lay off from the sweet talk for a little bit. Just for now.” She relents.
“Somehow that makes it even worse. Im going to feed the pets. Bye.” You move robotically, movements restrained from the rush of the pure emotions.
Karlach chuckles to herself, used to your mannerisms. Youll be back, and in the meanwhile, she supposes she’ll be cooking breakfast for the both of you.
“Alright love, taters!” She waves. She takes the produce from the bags and prepares them to be cooked.
Not long after, she hears a loud crash swiftly followed by your voice.
“Im fine!” You hurriedly shout. God forbid she saw the mess you made from recoiling when she called you.
Karlach shakes her head as she continues washing the vegetables. You were one hell of a person, and she couldnt see herself with anyone else.
A/n#2: AGHHH I FINISHED ITTT. Listen I had an idea but I dont know how to actually write it. I guess its still cute but it has strayed from what i have envisioned. Started with the original prompt then turned into a sort of domestic bliss/banter thing? I dont know. Anyway, this became a shameless self insert but its okay because its my fic. also dont ask about the made up words im uncreative.
Sorry for the ADHD rant this is how I am when im supposed to be sleeping, till next time guys <33
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The beach
cw: angst (sorry i can't help myself !!)
The waves crashed beautifully in front of him. Satoru sat by the rocks along the edge of the beach, taking in the salty air nad exhaling the anxiety he felt all over.
Suguru asked him to meet up. He still had trouble catching his breath minutes after running from his home. It was such a beautiful night. He hoped the waves wouldnt judge him the way he was judging himself right now.
So much time passes that it worries him. What if he doesn't show up? What if this is just some sick prank to yank his heart out all over again? What if-
The sand crunches beside him, and his scent is the first thing Satoru can take in. He looks up at the man before him, beautiful as ever. So why did it pain him to look him in the eye?
Suguru smiles beautifully, as he always does, because he can't contain his own beauty. Even that smile had a glimpse of pain behind it.
"You came."
"I had no choice." Satoru grumbles, crossing his arms over his knees and resting his head there, like a child on timeout.
"You always have a choice with me." He looks directly at Gojo, hoping to get his attention once more, to look him in the eye and catch that glimmer of admiration. It doesnt come, but he would always try for it.
"No." Gojo paints figures in the sand with his finger. "No, not with you. You know I would do anything for you."
Suguru grunts, looking down at his hands as he goes over the events of the previous week.
Outside, in the street, he embarassed Satoru. The only person he had ever loved with conviction. He knew, to a point, that his ideas were drastic. But he couldn't change the way he felt. Not even for Satoru. Still, he never meant to hurt him.
He chuckles lightly, making Satoru glare at him from the corner of his eye. "Shouldn't we have gone someplace more private?"
Satoru just stares at him, suddenly wishing he had the power to read his mind.
"Ha. So we can kiss and make up?" Satoru pokes.
"Well, no. I'm a wanted man now, aren't I? It wouldn't do good for you to be seen with the likes of me."
Satoru is shocked. He's so... different. Only a week has passed and yet he seems like he's aged decades. The lines under his eyes do little to change that.
"You aren't sleeping."
Suguru laughs, drawing mindless figures in the sand right beside Gojo's, which makes the other man stop to watch.
"I'm a busy man now."
"Oh. Are you?"
Suguru turns on his side to face him. "Don't be bitter. If you came with me we could be the strongest together. Like always."
"There's nothing strong in killing innocent people. You should know that!"
Suguru puts a finger to Satoru's lips, and somehow that seems to work for him. The sea screams back at them, waves thundering loudly in the uncomfortable silence.
"I'm sorry. Let's not... talk about this." He slowly moves his finger back. "This isn't why I called you here."
Satoru considers him for a moment, then locks eyes with him. The fire he holds in them is undeniable now.
"Why else would you call me here?"
"I just..." Suguru looks away, suddenly embarassed. "Needed to see you."
His blatant honesty is nothing new, but the confession stirs something within Satoru's mostly dead heart.
"See me?"
Suguru nods, never losing his eyes. He wants to stay like this forever, admiring the soft glow of his features in the moonlight.
"Why would you want to see me?" Nothing made sense to Satoru now. He was sure Suguru hated him. Now he had to come to the realization that Suguru missed him, and had wanted to see him. How long did he go thinking about him before he called?
Suguru shifts in the sand, staring out at the expanse of open sea and wave-flattened sand. It had a beautiful blue hue to it that reminded him too much of what he lost. Well, what he was losing.
"I missed your voice. And the way you made me laugh when nothing was funny at all." Suguru sighs, looking down to hide the tears forming around his eyes. "This success I have... its nothing without you there with me."
Satoru reaches out hesitantly, eventually deciding to go for it. He rests a comforting hand on his shoulder. The touch is familiar, but it feels so foreign to them now. It doesn't carry the same meaning as it did before.
"I love you, Satoru."
"I know."
Satoru tries to get in his face to meet his avoidant eyes, but he can't seem to find them. Suddenly, he catches his face in his pale hands and forces their eyes to meet. Even sad, Suguru's brown eyes sparkled majestically.
"If I say it back, it would only hurt more."
Suguru nods. Theyre both old enough to know what this means. It hurt the most, truly, to belong to two different mindsets when just wishing to become one. They had different goals now. Totally different morals.
"I... I just wish I could change."
Satoru, still holding his face, wipes a falling tear from his cheek with is thumb. He smiles dumbly at Suguru. "I wish I would've been there for you. So you didn't have to start thinking this way."
Suguru cups his cheek in his right hand, tilting his head to the side. "Oh, Satoru. You were always so full of hope." He clenches his eyes shut, hoping to will away the pain building up inside of him. "I would've left no matter what." It just hurt to leave you.
Suguru was the only one who could truly silence him. That was true even now, as they broke eachothers' hearts for the nth time.
Satoru lets his hands fall, and Suguru pulls his own hand away. He can't help but notice the distant look in Satorus eyes, and the anger he feels with himself washes over his body. He shouldn't have come, for Satoru's sake. But, selfishly, he was glad to see him one last time.
They sit beside each other, close but not nearly close enough. They watch the slight glimpse of sunlight stretch across the horizon, poking through and casting an orange glow on their surroundings. It was beatiful. He remembered sleepless nights like these, staying up with Satoru to watch the sunset in silence. He always wished he could go back to simpler times.
As the sun begins to rize over the sea, Satoru rests his head upon his shoulder and closes the distance between them. Awkwardly, Suguru wraps his arm around him. To pull him closer, or to keep him from running, he wasn't yet sure.
They stay like this, comfrotable and hidden from the world for a moment. Here, in this moment, neither of them cared if they were caught. They could simply exist for a while, without explanation.
He feels the hum of Satoru's words against his neck before he registers them in his brain. "The next time I see you, I'll have to kill you."
Strangely, there's no malice in his words. He doesn't think Satoru could ever have that for him.
He chuckles, brushing his fingers carefully through his white hair. "I know."
They know their time is up when the sun reaches up to the sky and the loud chirping of seagulls fills the salty air.
Not knowing what else to do, Satoru shifts to meet his eyes, and he kisses him. Suguru kisses back. A longing kiss full of pain and deep devotion. They give it their all, knowing things would never be the same again.
Satoru stands up way before it should be over. Suguru stares at his feet, replaying the events in his head over and over so he'd hopefully commit the scene to memory.
"Don't call me again." His footsteps leave prints in the sand as he wanders off, the only evidence left of him. That and this aching pain in his heart.
Suguru never calls him back. He never goes to the beach. He never falls in love again.
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For some reason, my reblog of your Villain Rauru rewrite isn't showing up in the notes, but in case you haven't seen it, I wanted to share one possible additional idea for it: What if the reason that the kingdom 'suddenly' banned the Sheikah tech, but still has Zonai/Sonau tech, is because Rauru paints it as a regulation issue?
"Anyone can use Sheikah tech, and when you run around giving people bombs without having them go through a [gruelling, ass-kissing] vetting process, you can't possibly be certain that they'll use it responsibly! That's why royally-ordained technology is the most trustworthy. So if you don't want to face royal punishment, you should ditch these backyard projects and apply for a permit for real technology" kind of attitude.
It allows Sonau and Sheikah tech to coexist, explains why/how both can be present, gives another reason for Yiga to resent the crown, and provides an interesting halfway shift between making Sonau devices and then shifting to working with Sheikah tech. Plus, it lays the groundwork for Rauru being a control freak in a subtle-enough way that it's still a surprise later, but makes total sense in hindsight.
curiously enough, i did find your addition on the notes, but it definitely wasnt in my activity O.o
the poem you added was marvelous btw!!!!
this is a fun idea but doesnt work for my rewrite mainly for two reasons- raurus time (as of now) was still way before shiekah tech existed so he wouldnt have had any influence on that (if you meant the past)
if you mean the present day i intend to keep the shiekah tech there, just mostly non function due to the cut in power supply (which was ganondorfs stone and rauru to some degree) and sonau tech not in the game at all until the second half in which rauru summons constructs (but more akin to the guardians in skyward swords silent realms -sairen in german-) to guard to him important structures and to stop you from posing a danger- they mostly replace regular monsters with those now not hostile anymore (but might still attack you if you attack first- bc of materials and all- but i might add some sort of arena in which you can fight hordes of any regular enemy so you dont have to grind as much for materials) and they fight constructs
and i still chose to get rid of the building mechanic as a whole and with it most of the sonau tech in general, i just dont like it no matter how technical impressive it is and think it fits better in spin offs or a game truly built around it- if i kept it too much of the challenges and usage for abilities like the hookshot would all fall away too imo, i built alot around not having it and i think im gonna keep it that way :V
#ganondoodles answers#zelda#totk#ganondoodles rewrites totk#gonna tag it as this bc it kinda falls into it too#even if its not a post entirely around it#anyway#i hope its ok for you!! you idea is neat but i dont think i can make use of it :(
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One Raphael x Reader, hold the lettuce. Order up.
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Tuck. Crease. Fold. Unfold. Pinch.
You watched in horror as one of your fellow Foot Ninjas flew past where you had ducked down, crashing through the wall in a heap.
Pinch. Crease. Flip. Flatten.
Thankfully, you hadnt been spotted yet, more Real ninjas throwing themselves at the mutants who had showed up at the small heist.
Tuck. Tuck. Fold. Bend.
Incorrect. Wrong shape.
Growling under your breath, you crumpled the now messed up paper and dropped it among the several others.
"ANY TIME YOU WANT TO START, NEWBIE, WOULD BE APPRECIATED!"
You couldn't help the squeak escaping you, face becoming more and more red as you tried again. You were thankful for your pouch with plenty of origami paper, this was downright shameful.
Blood and darkness, why couldnt you get this right?!
Your mind buzzed loudly, your hands twitching slightly as you started again. Quick, quick, you had to be QUICK, come on. Left, Right, pinch. Crease. Flip. Fold, Crease...Fold? No, no You needed to unfold this, and-
Wrong fold. Paper ruined. Incorrect creases meant that the magic wouldnt work.
You bit your tongue as shouts and laughs rang out, the sounds of violent kicks and clashing echoing loudly in your brain.
Faster. Faster. You had to do this. This was your first REAL mission and-
You thankfully ducked down, eyes wide as a large body slammed through the statue you hid yourself behind. The stone and marble was rubble now, falling around you as you couldnt help locking eyes with the massive, sharp, bulky, red-clad....
Oh no. No thanks.
Whimpering, you scrambled to your feet and bolted, surrying away and down a tiled hallway. You could hear one of your fiery superiors yell for you, but you weren't about to get your back snapped over the knee of that brute. No Sir.
Quiet. Quiet, you needed somewhere quiet.
Your superiors would have had made thirty papercraft soldiers by now. You were struggling with your first.
Quiet. Quiet, you needed quiet- why couldnt your hands stop shaking, oh stars above you could feel your throat tighten-
There!
Sucking in a breath, you launched yourself into a quiet, dark gallery full of paintings and tapistries of fearsome dragons. Your breathing came out in frantic gasps that made your ribs ache. Trembling fingers dove into your paper pouch.
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"RAPHAEL, AFTER THEM! WE HAVE IT COVERED OUT HERE!"
The eldest brother staggered to his feet and barreled after you, hollering back at Mikey to be safe as he trailed where you had fled.
Worry at first was eating at him. Could you be after the mystic artifact hidden away in here? But, that didnt make sense. If you were, you would head to the section with the large sets of armour and fancy weapons. Maybe it was a distraction? Did you have a secret weapon, a trap? Maybe-
He skidded to a halt, a strangled sob making him freeze before he accidentally dashed past the room to his right and missed it entirely. Quietly, cautiously, the two-toed turtle crept as silently as his large body would allow, slinking over to where he heard shuddering breaths and-
"S-stUPid hANDs!!" you snarled, fingers twitching and trying to pinch the corner of a piece of paper, but the hands themselves shaking so bad that the paper crinkled and you gave a wail of dismay. The mask you had worn was tossed aside, and tears streamed down your face as you glared at the offending appendages. In a fit you kicked the marred sheet aside.
....Oh god. You were CRYING. Raph didn't know what to do, and as he slipped on another failed creation of yours, you whipped around, eyes wide in fear.
"S-stay back!!"
"Hey, hey! It's cool!"
"I'm serious!" You barked, uncaring of your splotchy face and soaked cheeks. Your shaking hands went to the pouch, pulled out a sheet of clean paper...and immediately it was dropped.
You went red as you fell to your knees, struggling to pick at the corners of the paper.
"I-I mean it! Stay back! I just-come on, just grab it-"
"I can...Wait. It's fine." Raphael blinked, hands up placatingly, watching as you struggled to fold the paper into quarters.
Were you...did he scare you that badly? The mutant frowned, kneeling next to you.
"W-What are you- Go! Run away! Once I finish this, I'll-I'll use it to attack- god, NO!!!" The ruined paper was flung away. "Stupid! Stupid, stupid hands!! Why won't you work?!"
Now, Raphael wasn't sure what compelled him. Maybe it was because he was the eldest brother, or maybe it was the tears that were still trailing down your cheeks, but he didn't even notice he had held your hands in his own large ones until your glossy eyes looked up at his own, swimming with worry, frustration, and fear.
Your hands were practically vibrating between his, so much your forearms spasmed sometimes.
"Hey now, take it easy. Just take a deep breath with Raph, okay?"
"Let- don't patronize me! Let go, I-"
"Ready? In for four. Deep breath 1, 2, 3, 4. Out 1, 2..."
You resisted for a while, cursing and struggling against his sturdy grip, but eventually you gave in and followed his instruction, until after a while he was sitting next to you, much calmer.
"There. Better...?"
You nodded, huffing a bit as you glared at the waxed floor.
"Good. Now, why don't you tell ol Raph what's the problem, hm?"
You couldn't stop your tongue before the words began spilling out.
"I'm so...Angry! I'm good at origami! I'm usually so good, and I can make all sorts of stuff, but I was told to make paper ninjas and I messed up the first one, no big deal, let me try again. and again. and again again again and I just!!" You hiccuped, looking up and brushing a few new tears away. "This is my first mission. All I have to do, is make. Papercraft. Easy. But I cant even make one. I made TWENTY in the base, and I just...."
"Maybe you need to slow down?"
Blinking, you looked back up to the massive turtle. In response he shrugged, giving you a boyish grin.
"My brotha likes makin stuff. Sometimes, when he works too fast, or pushes himself too hard, he starts getting...'buzzies' he says. They make it harder for him to work, an' then they just kinda compound. Struggle, so you work harder, then the buzzies happen, so you struggle, so you work harder, so then they get worse....you get it?"
The teen watched as you nodded quietly, staring down at your hands. They were shaking still, but had calmed down to a light tremble.
Raphael had to admit, he was glad. He thinks you might assume he didnt hear when you whimpered that they hurt.
"So...I mean, you uh...What can ya do? Like, origami-wise? Just ninjas?"
Snorting, you shook your head. "I mean, I can do a lot. I'm only supposed to do ninjas though. Animals aren't allowed or whatever..."
"Says who?"
"My bosses."
"Weeelll...." the broad shouldered snapper shrugged, "I mean, sorry to say this, but I think its a bit late for that. The fight's wrappin' up. My brothers probably trounced their sorry butts like a BOSS."
"Yeah..." you mumbled, slipping a sheet out of your pouch. Your shaking was calmed to a minimum. You could work with minimum. "...you like cats?"
The snaggle-toothed ninja grinned in interest as he peered over your shoulder, watching as you worked. Soon, despite the mild shakes, you cast out a papery shape, and before your eyes, an origami cat came to life.
You smiled slightly as the intimidating terrapin reached over, three fingeredhand outstretched before he whined as it scurried off down the hall, bolting away.
"Man, even paper animals don't let me pet em..."
"Aww, I'm sorry. You got any requests? I can do like, four different cranes, dragons, whales-"
"Can you do a turtle?"
The two of you sat in that dark exhibit, him watching as you made shape after shape that came alive and fled. Turtle, monkey, eagle, hummingbird, fish (which you dumped your water bottle on and put out of its floppy misery), pig, even a shockingly more detailed snake than he thought it would be. You were slow, methodical, and made sure to stop occasionally to shake your hands out or let them rest.
Things were fine, until even your blood chilled at the high pitched SCREAM for Raphael that echoes the halls. The two of you looked at one another, your concern reflecting his fear, and the two of you bolted to find the source. You managed to snag the surprise craft you had been working on before fleeing, wanting to really wow the big guy. But, you supposed that would have to wait.
The two of you rounded a corner to see the three other brothers overwhelmed. The blue and orange ones were littered with cuts and scratches, and the purple one was slumped over, clutching his side as he glared at your bosses.
Your hands began to shake.
Raphael immediately ran over to his brothers, and you were left alone, flitting behind a pillar.
"Ah, there's the fourth one. Quick, take the artifact and lets get out of here." You heard one of your superiors drawl out.
"What about newbie?"
"Forget em. They failed us, they failed the mission. They're not worthy of the Foot clan."
Tears stung your eyes.
(Deep breaths. Deep breaths.)
The sound of fighting began, you could make out your red-bandana'd friend-friend??- roar in rage and the sound of a scuffle made itself known. Your breathing quickened, your fingers shook, and-
(Calm. Slow. 1, 2, 3, 4. Out, 2, 3, 4.)
You covered your mouth in shock when Raphael flew past you once more, slamming into the ground hard with a cry of pain and anger. His shell scraped the floor, digging gouges into the linoleum.
Your eyes locked.
His were pleading with your petrified form.
Slowly, methodically, mindlessly, you kept your eyes on his as you didn't think. Fold. Crease. Accordian. Accordian. Bend. Flip.
You tuned out your bosses, eyes only on your friend.
You heard him shout something- you think one of his brothers had been grabbed, and your fingers sped up.
Fold fold crease pinch twistfoldflippress-
The terrapin stood up on shaking feet and ran back out into the fight. Clash. Smash. Yell, blows.
Faster. Faster. You could do it. You-
Perfect.
Quickly, you darted out in front of the four mutants your bosses put as target number one, putting yorself between them and the leaders.
(Targets number one? Targets number ones? Whatever. VIP Enemies.)
"Ah! Rookie. Come on, you and I will be having a very long talk once we get back to the lair. Grab the artifact and let's-"
"Hey, Raph? Wanna see something really cool?"
You glanced over at him, a paper shape cupped in his hand that he couldn't make out from where he knelt on the floor.
He shot you a snaggle-toothed smirk. "I'd love to."
You ignored how your face got hot and heart fluttered.
"Newbie, what are you-"
Your hands cast out, Raphael watched as the smoke billowed around you like a cloud. Shadowed against the stark white form, he probably should have been looking at the massive creation, a paper dragon snarling at the foot clan ninjas.
He was too busy staring in awe at your confident grin, unaware of your own shaking hands.
Ohhhhhh my gog. The big brother instinct?? Breathing exercises?? "Hey, Raph? Wanna see something really cool?"
I have been SENT
#kana's chats#rottmnt#rottmnt x reader#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#rise raph x reader
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HEYHEYHEY IM ZO SORRY YOU KNOW IM LIKE IN LOVE WITH YOUR FICS LIKE SO IN LOVE AS I SAID AND- SINCE YOU SAID IT WOULDNT BE ANNOYING....
may i have another one plz? (´-﹏-`；)
Uhh- i REALLY REALLY liked your pre despair/ Hope's Peak Writing sooo... Uhhh-
I had a idea: Jay flustering/teasing the heck out of Nagito in their confident/rebellious self, like-
Being like, tough but silly at the same time?????
But at the same time i want you to be as free as you want cuz your ideas are *chef kiss*
Oh- and btw... I wanna make a writing for you too! If you want to... You do such a hard work and i can't help but want to repay you
ANYWAYZ IM SORRY IF IM BEING ANNOYING THANK YOU FOR YOUR HARD WORK 🙇🙇 ETSTAFGABNANK-
have a kitty (つ✧ω✧)つ
Summary - Jay was found particularly scary by many of the other students at Hope’s Peak Academy. Jay simply gave that impression sometimes, given how they could often treat the other students. Nagito, however, was mysteriously exempt from that treatment. It finally made sense why.
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Jay wasn’t the most well liked at Hope’s Peak Academy. Be it because of how often they weren’t there, busy goofing off somewhere, or the fact that when they were around, they could be quite… prickly.
For instance, when the Ultimate Train Conductor made a rude remark about Jay’s way of dress, Jay, with their full heart, called them the ‘Ultimate Snarky Bitch.’ Or, another instance, when the Ultimate Tattoo Artist asked if they could use Jay as a practice, Jay replied with ‘what you could use is a reality check.’ And finally, the time when a group of ultimates decided it was a good idea to ridicule Jay over their talent, and Jay backhanded one of them so hard that their nose broke.
So, it was easy to notice Jay didn’t exactly like or respect the general student body of Hope’s Peak, and didn’t bother with playing nice. However, there was one person exempt from Jay’s sometimes rude treatment.
And that person, against all odds, was Nagito Komaeda.
Nagito himself was commonly regarded as a freak, and generally disliked. Mostly due to his prolific rants of hope and despair, or his generally off putting behavior. The way that Jay treated most of their peers was the same way they tended to treat Nagito.
Jay was particularly late that day, which was a surprise. As typically Jay showed up almost on time or not bothering at all. It was around lunch time when Jay decided to show their face in the courtyard.
Nagito had a far better attendance record than Jay, so of course, he was there. He was still waiting in line for the vending machine when Jay made their appearance.
“Guess who it is!” Jay exclaimed as they covered Nagito’s eyes with their hands from behind. Nagito seemed a bit caught off guard by his eyes being covered, but chuckled as he quickly recognized the voice and hands of the person.
“Good afternoon, Jay,” he greeted with a gentle smile.
“‘Sup,” Jay replied, moving their hands and now standing in front of Nagito.
“You’re pretty late today. What were you up to all morning?” Nagito asked and tilted his head a bit.
“Well, I actually had a super cool idea! So I had to take a little pit stop on the way to school,” Jay then took Nagito’s hand with their own, interlacing their fingers with his, and bowed a bit, revealing something from their pocket.
“Wh–What? Jay?” Nagito stuttered in awe of what was happening.
“I gotcha this!” Jay stated and smiled, holding a plastic ring in their hands. It was clearly plastic, the diamond of the ring being a highly processed kind and the circular portion being a crudely painted yellow, meant to resemble gold.
Nagito was still having trouble comprehending what was going on. His face became slightly tinted with pink at the sight of Jay randomly approaching him before holding his hand and then offering him a ring.
Jay almost immediately noticed Nagito’s flustered astonishment.
“J-Jay, what’s this… a-about?” Nagito stuttered as he was barely able to make eye contact with Jay. And they saw this as an opportunity to lovingly tease Nagito.
“I’m proposing, obviously!” Jay declared the words as if it was the most simple thing ever. They leaned down and placed a small kiss onto the center of Nagito’s hand, and then slipping the plastic ring onto his ring finger.
“I– Uh—... J-Jay!” Nagito, for once, was at a loss for words. Nagito covered his mouth with his free hand, though there was a very obvious flustered smile and pink blush visible on his face. Jay smirked up at Nagito.
“Aha! I’m only messing with you, Nagi.” Jay called out before giving Nagito a pat on the back. Nagito looked like he was still barely recovering from the mental whiplash, his gaze still locked on the ring on his finger.
“Uh-huh…” Nagito replied weakly. He slowly looked back up to Jay. “T-Thanks for the ring…” He murmured quietly. So quietly in fact that Jay did not hear him.
Nagito’s attention was taken away from Jay for the first time since they had arrived when he noticed speaking around. Oh right. They were still in the Courtyard.
“Woah! Does Ibuki spot some PDA over here?” Ibuki called out, her hands in circles around her eyes, resembling binoculars as she stared at Nagito and Jay. She, as well as Kazuichi, were walking past Jay and Nagito.
“You two gotta get that under control, man…” Kazuichi added as they passed.
“I-I don’t…!” Nagito, still, didn’t know what to say, having gone a bit stiff.
Jay rolled their eyes and blew a raspberry at them, “Sounds like they’re just allergic to whimsey and joy.”
Nagito didn’t reply. He was still focused on the ring.
“I’ll cherish it,” Nagito stated as he finally looked up at Jay.
“Wow Nagito, you’re insanely easy to fluster sometimes.” Jay said with a snicker as they wrapped their hand around Nagito’s waist, his hand resting on his hip.
“You’re just messing with me again,” Nagito murmured and evaded his eyes a bit.
“Maybe a little bit. Or maybe not.” Jay joked and smirked. Jay, again, just giggled at Nagito’s behavior before turning their attention away. “So, what were you up to before I got here?”
“Oh, right,” Nagito murmured. He rubbed the ring back and forth on his finger. “I was about to get something from the vending machine. I have a dollar and seventy five cents so I was going to get a bag of pretzels.”
“Oh hey, I have some quarters too. Is it enough for a bag of gummies?”
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Later that night when Nagito got back to his empty home, he set his school bag down on the table. He changed out of his uniform into a slightly oversized white t shirt and a pair of shorts. Then he went to go and wash his face a bit, but that’s when he caught sight of the ring still on his finger.
He knew Jay was joking, they were a little young to be getting married anyways. But… still.. What had happened played over and over again in his mind…
Nagito went to his room and he gently set the ring into a sturdy box. With luck like his, whenever he got anything special given to him, it would be lost. But Nagito would assure that the same thing wouldn’t happen to this one.
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im struggling with the sketch on the next thing im working on sooooo lets procrastinate lol
(this is a tag on a reblog of john 1:20)
@swordrogue id always intended to censor the eyes on M-- and her nun for a couple reasons. the big one was to mirror the censoring of their pre-rez names and to make john’s stand out more (as both the only ones not censored and because they were originally gonna be the only things in his shots that weren’t desaturated or blue). but also eyes are so, so, so important in this series and we dont actually know what mercy’s originals looked like! im one of those people who gets rly rly anxious about making sure i get the details described in canon right (except when i dont. but when i dont i want to know im ignoring them and not just forgetting them). we know her face shape and hair color but we dont know her eye color and eyes are so important and we dont know!
i dont actually mind drawing eyes (even if i have trouble making em level)! but knowing they werent gonna be shown when i posted it meant i didnt have to spend a million years making them perfect lol
the one big difference between what id originally envisioned and the end result was the final pic. id imagined the light/dark difference being a lot More than it ended up being (id originally planned to paint/shade/whatever you wanna call it these all the way) so cris’ eyes wouldnt have needed a censor bar or scribbling bc her face would have been super in shadow anyway! but that didnt end up happening so that one had to get scratched out too
(now im thinking abt what body part i like drawing least. its probably the mouth or hips/upper thigh area, but unfortunately theres not a lot of circumstances where scribbling out someones belt line or crotch has a lot of narrative significance lol)
#cogbabble#i also wasnt sure if i was gonna scribble/scratch or use generic rectangular censor bars#i tried both and definitely liked the scribbles better#it feels less clinical and john is not a clinical guy#swordrogue#replies#tlt#the locked tomb#sorry main tag there's nothing new here
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Hey I was just peaking at the reblogs for my addition bc I did not expect it to pick up any kind of traction but then it did dhjsks anyways I want to clarify that when i said its not the artists fault what I meant (and didnt say bc I felt it was a whole other discussion oops thats on me) is that its the labels fault. Recording labels are notoriously nefarious in how they exploit artists and i didnt wanna blame all artists for that (tho some are def part of the problem as a whole they are not imo). I hope that clears things up and I enjoyed reading ur thoughts!!!
omg when i was typin up those tags i was literally hoping op wouldnt read bc it came off so cunty >~< im not upset at you im just really passionate! record labels ARE notoriously horrible but i rlly feel like if an artist has a backbone they can figure out SOMETHING ya know! is a painter a painter if they only paint what and how and when theyre told to? is an ai algorithm that produces something that makes u think of a painting based on what you feed it a painter? no! it might be interesting, might be cool— but theres no substance to it, intrinsically— the art aspect would come from the person putting in the keywords or the viewer (art is in the eye of the beholder, but art isnt art without some sort of soul.) would u want to only see ai paintings forever? would you get bored with meaning strictly coming from how you perceive it and knowing that thats the case? or would you start to crave something created by a real person? record labels are horrible and theyre seemingly doing just that with music! but i feel like if its not common knowledge that record labels are rancid rotten… then im not sure what is! i think with such an in flux of Artists that are more Face than talent, and with Influencer becoming a dream job for every one their kids and their mom, if someone that is Not an artist decides to try make it big as a musician for fame (or sells out for the maintenance/continual acquisition of fame) then i think theyre also to blame and theyre gonna get (and according to the streams, are getting) whats coming to them ya kno. (note that im not saying Bad Artists, music is subjective but i think its very easy for ppl to recognize on some bare minimum level when someone famous/trendy that puts music out that doesnt have a musical bone in their body, or a vision/idea to express truly) like its late and ive been up since 6 am so im passionate but the adderall is wearing off so im not sure how much sense this makes, but an artist, i feel regardless of most situations, is responsible for what they put out, especially with how easy it is to do the work of a record label pretty much on your own now.
#the q&a#definitely not ALL artists. but how many artists since hmm 2013 do you think this applies to?#far too fucking many!#and this makes it seem like i take music so seriously. and to some extent i do#but even fucking parody music has more of a vision than the shit thats comin out in boat loads in recent!#its not about bad vs good music its truly due to artists (whether from restrictions or selling out) not being artists!#and hmm i dont want to go back and rewritr this response but i feel like i should say#its very obvious to me that not everyone knows that about record deals or that straight up scamming/loopholes/whatever form of fucking over#doesnt happen bc it truly does. but is it happening at more of a rate (or maybe proportion is a better way to think of it) than it has#over all these years?#again i want to say im sorry this all definitely sounds like im yelling at you but im soo soo tired and so soo high strung about this topic#im trying very hard to get out what i think about it all… if it doesnt make sense im so sorry#edit: i also want to add that i think wanting to have fun and make music can be a Genuine reason to make music#but if youre doing it primarily for money or fame than like *spits*
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Wrote 1k in silly response to this, indeed, fic-slash-maladaptive-daydream discussion so. Winning ! -> I was talking abt fuzzy coat Seth Rollins booker abt like. Whats the deal. Monday night messiah ? (cunt. I love wrestling. Im Seth rollins’ biggest fan no I dont watch the product) but like honestly 2tone mullet kind of everything to me or like the Kenneth o’ Meghan vibe of looking absolutely horrid trash on purpose (he’s the hottest girl in wrestling)
NICO LOOKS. He’s hard. He’s difficult to pin down. <- everyone laughs at my pun. Instinctively Im like well surely he just looks like mox like honestly I think a lot of mox’s vibes fit Nicky in that first of all this isnt actually abt Nicky but can we talk abt Jon moxley being the one whose intro song is wild thing . Wild thing you make my heart sing etc etc . Deeply fun to me. babygirl theres something wrong with him. Anyway I think Nico’s intro song would also be wild thing + I like that mox doesnt use the tunnels to come in I feel like thats a bit Nicky except then Im wondering is that safe like where does the heel/face dynamic come in w his feud w joe. But anyway. Getting off track. (also I dont think nicky:mox is 1:1 bc mox moves weirdly and languidly when coming into any event which is STRANGE btw he’s so weird. But it works for mox but I dont think itd work for nicky.) anyway all of this to say I think Nicky would just show up to the function like ‘im wearing cargo army pants.’ Except mox’s pants are still a great fit nd Nicky wouldnt have that. SO LIKE basically to wrap up this tangent I think Nicky would either wear dadjeans or cargo shorts + kick pads OR he’s go the full punk route and like even tho he’s one of the hottest things in wrestling & also a full adult w self respect he still shows up in budgie smugglers printed with the Italian flag (ultimate heel move)
Or you’ve got dan the dad who’s great but its a different sort of Nicky vibe. Thats like. Adjacent addtional 2nd au of an au. (btw when I said Andy’s nile’s sting I meant that more in terms of the dynamic going on there but actually Andy in sting face paint is a marvel to me.)
Yassified house of black kills me. (look at this art btw. yassified house of black ily) Im now also thinking abt how itd work in a situation where Nicky & Joe r feuding but they do end up on the same faction so not to steal absolutely everything from the house of black story line but the whole spitting in the face thing that happened w Julia hart I think itd be cool if that happened w either Joe or Nicky (OR BOTH!) To get them on the same faction. Actually itd be so fun if it was like Joe and Nicky’s feud is STILL going on and its not that ppl are getting sick of it its just that ppl are getting. Sick of it. Theyre like well girl take care of it in the back stop making it OUR problem. Ppl are like well this is clearly at least 50% shoot and its getting uncomfortable. -> and then nile (house of black nile) runs in & spits black mist in BOTH their faces. And now theyre the house’s tag team. But they still hate each other a lot. But also theyve been fighting so regularly that they work like a dream bc they know exactly what the other’s gonna do.
splitting up the response for ease of reading. Unless this is more confusing in which case well I still did it so yk) ^ u kno when ur going thru the insanity stage of thinking up a new au and all avenues r still open to u so u might say things that dont make sense w what you’ve said before / what youre going to say next bc BOTH options are good and it doesnt matter that it doesnt work together ? Disclaimer that this is what that is. Bc joenicky tag team is one thing but joebooker tag team and then booker turns heel to join capitalism Dudley (scream) is another and I have to marinate in that one for a while bc a) yes b) ough . Part of me’s like booker turns into wardlow but I actually have a deep seated love for mjf and dont want to compare capitalism Dudley to him. And ig merrick already has his wardlow in that other dude (completely forgot the names I havent seen this movie in like . forever.) but still i do feel like the pinnacle does somewhat work as an existing equivalent to the merrick dynamic. OR . Speaking of Kenneth o’meghan. Booker’s bulletclubcleaner era ? I actually think that could work bc a) cleaner is a fucking vibe of all time nd b) I think booker would do good going from one gimmicky faction to one which is if anything even more gimmicky like if we’re doing a mostly 1:1 equivalency I think house of black in general (and togofblack) might be this evil heel faction but also I KNOW they paint each other’s nails and gab about their emotions. I KNOW that faction has emotional regulation. And I know the bullet club doesnt. So then I think in booker’s mind that move also makes sense cause he’s SAD , like All The Time but he doesnt actually wanna talk about it too much so now he moves to bullet club where he can be sad but also hide it behind kayfabe. Its full circle. We’ve performed faggotry at the wrestlemania.
Anyway yes andy in daddy shorts and face paint. Andy in daddy shorts and face paint and quynh interrupting a promo and Andy swallowing her own tongue and breaking kayfabe immediately. Wrestle-nile who’s standing next to her like uh Andy ? R u ok ? <- surely she like knows who quynh is (or not it could be equally fun if nile is clueless she really was just olympic darling nile and then said nah time for a new thing idk shit about any of these ppl btw) but like if she knows who quynh is she for sure doesnt know how #Real it is btwn Andy & quynh. Very fun. Nile rly thought oh I’ll just switch careers to become more of a performer and that’ll be a good time and surely won’t cause permanent damage to my psyche (wrong) (all of this happens in like 3 months. Welcome to the business nile we’re so happy to have you here !)
Cabaret style narrative is sooooo ……. Literally I could never do that bc I’m too impatient for shit like that but it would literally be so insane and delicious. <- I feel like Im watching this play out already and already Im like in the comments on ao3 screeching my head off waiting for the next chapter. If You Were Writing The Fic Etc Etc. If We Were Writing The Fic Etc Etc and not just doing this in your inbox and the replies of my posts (though Im sure everyones having a great time clicking back and forth in btwn our blogs and sharing our brainrot. Im sure)
Also yeah catharsis kink. Thats what tog is all about. You got your joebooker for catharsis you got your nickybooker for star wars (literally such a good comparison)
WE’VE ENTERED READMORE TERRITORY & I HV A WORD DOC, WINNING IMDEED.
Booker would also be the hottest girl in wrestling, you’ve nailed his vibe. What if he looks like someone started dissolving him in lye scalp-first, AND he’s got a fuzzy coat. Dual wielding. With sheamus mutton chop + soul patch facial hair
The roadblock I was hitting was LITERALLY ‘Costco cargo shorts’ echoing in my head like an apple tornado warning. Hive mind. Bc yeah, on one hand, nicolo is not cool. On the other, bondage harness. Jon moxley vibes splits those uprights, I like that. Or the effy fit from the gif what started it all.
Fucccc everybody’s music tho. Digressing for Joe and la hafla. Or Sophie. His face is the front of shop :)
ANYway I think wild thing would work for Nicky, bc it’s ironicsexy. Is he coming onto u with a boom box? No but you had to ask. However—like, ok, in my opinion modern au Nicky should feel like he’s done meth a LITTLE. So I also wouldn’t mind him w/ a Funeral Derangements intro. Or hank Williams III Hellbilly. Especially if he’s normal, the fuckedness of the music should rise w/ how many pockets his pants have. If his outfit is Dan the dad’s then he comes out to Cocaine the White Devil. Also I’m still a lil stuck on Nicky/booker tag teaming from the orig posts, & their intro is stooges’ I wanna be your dog SEND POST!!
Not using tunnels is killing me bc Yusuf absolutely has a curated parkour entrance. He gets up on the fuckin. Corner pole thingy and backflips into the ring, and starts almost eating shit looking for Nicky. Without fail, when his dumb psychobilly wraps, that motherfucker appears and swings under the ropes like the satan of gym teachers. It kills Joe bc he gets over w/ what he KNOWS is just low effort disguised as jumpscare. It also kills him bc he can’t find him either but that’s different. (Nicky is usually in the empty behind-camera seats, eating stolen popcorn like ‘he looks good. I should learn to backflip.’)
Andy should absolutely have face paint. And cowboy BOOTS. I hv a rollerderby wip where I gave her an optio helmet plume, and like. Just saying. Also I can’t thread the needle between Andy and Memphis style right now but I want to
Being willing to alienate the audience/ruin their careers to beat ass is extremely yusufnicky. Getting vibes of like…a, ppl are getting sick of the shoot, and so Joe tries 2 rebrand w/ Andy and quynh’s face clique (replacing lykon who dipped bc [dialup noise], also I just Feel andy starting as a face). & Quynh, who strikes me as very gimmick savvy/a great storyteller being like ‘Hey. brosuf. you know what would fuck severely. bring ur weird dog and we have a deal.’ And they have a face run until The Fuckening. This also works 4 me bc I feel, before he internalizes and seeks out booing simultaneously, Booker’s baby-depressed, a jobber dying to live vicariously thru being a face and winning abt it. But like, AS he joins house of guard, Quynh is gone and Andy’s done a heelturn bc she’s emo in real life, and Booker is like *sad wojack*
Or b, the four of them aren’t a faction but they’re always on the same cards. Joe and Nicky fuck up so sincerely. Like, they fuck up through 3 cameras, the ref, and the parking lot. I think it would be funny if it was a ‘last ride’ match that went off the rails. They get blackballed from most sane venues is my point tho. The quynh fuckening happened offscreen. Andy comes up craving conflict, don’t ask why, but do they want to do fucked up hardcore so niche it’s barely profitable? And Nicky is like ‘BET’ bc again, there is something so wrong with this man, and Joe is *sad wojack but disgruntled*, bc he wanted to get WWE-famous & say something fucked up on live Saudi tv. Like Kanye. But then he realizes he’s doing impact play on straight ppl professionally, and it’s a smaller victory, but equally funny.
This one works for me bc they give starving artist vibes. Like, they should be poor and obscure. Disgraced post-fame. Do not know why. It’s funny if Nile is like, didn’t I sneak out of bed to watch you on Monday night raw? and Andy is like yes, now hit me with the thing they beat Jesus with.
Either way you’re so right abt Julia hart Nile.
Is Copley the ‘smark’ that helps them take down the merrick team for like, insider trading or whatthefuck?
Vibing to the bullet club thesis. That’s the perfect bimbofication of his canon conflict. Also. Booker trying to wallow around heterosexuals. ‘The risk I took was calculated, but FUCK’
Nile’s like OH THE OTHER MILF I COMMITTED KID CRIMES @ 9PM TO SEE—oh you’ve taken back the cat o nine tails—oh you’re committing seppuku with it. I’m going to have an investigative journalist moment with this later.
Nile as a fan who has a ‘hm’ moment abt how oh, you’re fucked up. I see. The POV introduction to the cabaret thing, 1st look behind the curtain into the binary.
Speaking of songs. Which we weren’t anymore but. Speaking of them. Quynh & sympathy for the devil. She comes back from [etc etc] w/ a masked gimmick. Part of it is legitimately no one knows who she is. Andy splashing her face in a shitty bathroom after the interrupted promo & the lights are flickering bc the arena is taking so much power. In the bg you hear PLEASED TO MEET YOU. HAVE YOU GUESSED MY NAME?
#asks#Booker: I wish I was liked but unfortunately my personality#self fulfillment needs: drawing Andy in this fit; cobbled together from 5 posts of vibes#O I CHANGED ALL MY MINDS Nicky comes out 2 mi piacerebbe. Toto cutugno is also how I told ppl I was gay thanks for coming!! goodnight!!!#but. voglio andare a vivere in campagna. unironic face Nicky.#voreing my fist to not say shit abt lividi sui gomiti bc that’s very tiktok of me#actually fuck tiktok I’m saying many things abt Nicky;s teatro d’ira (theater of rage) BECAUSE.#CABARET. METAPHORS. KILL ME#tog
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Now that we are talking about whats in a characters mind ( psychonauts style ) How about the dark heroes?
OOOHH this is a lot more characters. putting this under a readmore (also small thing im not a hugeee fan of the darkheroes but i like characters so hehehehe. this may be fun)
ragewolves mind is probably at its worst. rocks covered in scratches, the sky a bloody red, and the air feels hot and dry. its not a pleasant place to be around, especially if a part of him ends up getting more and more angrier by the second.
there /are/ cobwebs though, but theyre in areas you have to sneak around to find. within is forcibly repressed stuff; memories of home, and of aiton. not something you were really meant to see.
naughtyfins mind is a tower made out of ice. despite it being, yknow, ice, there are lamps around that make your body feel warm. there is a fair amount of sexual imagery that can bring almost an uncomfortable vibe at times, alongside mental residents that relax and enjoy themselves.
theres areas though that dont have anyone, but theyre behind cobwebs or paintings. they seem to be a more genuine side, of soft pillows and blankets. they seem to be cozy rooms to lay inside (also, maybe a memory vault?)
the outside of the tower is an ocean, but its locked off and you cannot escape out unless you happen to know pyrokensis. whenever you try to escape, or a mental resident tries to do so; the tower shakes and the uncomfortable vibe gets worse and worse until you get sick enough to give up.
sonarchys mind reeks of royalty, castles, and jewels. his mind is structured like a medieval castle in its prime, with figments and mental residents serving a "dynasty". sonarchy himself is easy to find, soaking in all the praise.
there are portraits, but some of them seem more warped than others. ones with his mom are in far-off hallways, and all the servants seem nervous to speak about his mother. even mentioning it to sonarchy makes him worried and anxious.
you find out that his mother, within his head, is a giant snake that speaks in venom. sonarchy is absolutely terrified of facing the serpent, hiding off into darkness. even when the snake leaves, you can still see it lurking in the shadows before slithering off.
i feel sonarchy wouldnt bother with memory vaults, except /one/ that relates to more traumatic events. youll find one of his childhood in a toyroom, hidden away by having to levitate the way there. the other memory vault seems to appear when the serpent is there.
there is, of course, regrets. they only seem to be outside and are reflected away from cannonballs. wonder whats the deal with that.
gong, as now ravenous, has a much worse mind. you cannot see any windows despite being inside of a house, as its littered with junk that reeks the whole place up. you have to dig your hands around to even get somewhere new, but you have to keep aware of weapons possibly scratching your fingertips.
there are also crownests inside that have seem to taken residence, with eggs that keep stacking and stacking. they never seem to crack, as you can find dried yolk here and there.
you can find some remains of gongs old mind, but the items of that previous are either brokendown or nibbled by crows.
buzzcraves mind is of battlefields, and glorious feasts. food never seems to go to waste, nor does it expire as you can see horses gallop around. buzzcrave is highly confident within his own mind, eager to chat while fighting off mental residents that never seem to win.
although the food is abundant, and the sky is bright blue, everything feels off in a sense you cant describe; until you decide to step away from where buzzcrave is, and explore the emptied hallways and wastelands in the void.
unlike the bright lands, food decays and memory vaults scatter at the sight of you. its seen better days, but one room seems to be well kept- and instead of purple, its green.
slogturtles mind doesnt have much going for it. its what seems to be high mountains with swampy water, with the old turtle himself sleeping around without a thought.
lilypads are big enough to jump on and explore the rest, and you can find decaying buildings halfway in the water. regrets also seem to pop out of it, looking more yellow than before.
the rest of his mind is not wellkept, and you can find deep thoughts just right in the open. he doesnt seem to have much to hide.
covets mind hides the most, i feel, but its appearance makes it clear something is wrong. another castle, but instead of yellows or greens its bright reds. serpents, flies and turtles serve her wine and tears; and censors litter around.
covet doesnt like the thought of others sneaking into her mind, so its better to avoid her at all times regardless of her attitude. you often find regrets kept in bottles or rooms, but they dont bother to attack you outright and fly around aimlessly.
skeletons and serpents are repeating decorations, but there always seems to be shattered mirrors. when you look in, you can see yourself decaying.
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“Ok. So ive read fanfics and headcanons of yandere!Diavolo basically getting with MC to annoy or make Lucifer jealous. What if MC feels like Diavolo is doing this and try to say no whenever Dia tries to ask them out? Hes the the future king and rarely gets told no. I feel like he wouldnt accept MC's refusal.”
Yandere!Diavolo x MC. Thanks beautiful anon for requesting. And it ended up being gender neutral because it just did. Also ever so slight Barbatos x Reader too bc i errr simp-- Enjoy lovelies! <3
TW: Kidnapping, warnings of physical abuse, deceit, emotional manipulation, Diavolo being a bitch
“Are you afraid?”
You were seriously annoyed. Living in the Devildom, fun right?
Apparently not with the Prince around. Diavolo was nice, you supposed but very much arrogant.
So here you were, faced with yet another proposition.
“Look, Diavolo you’re nice but once again it’s got to be a no. Please understand that, I mean no disrespect.” You were a bit nervous, the way his eyes narrowed and his smug smile widened.
“Of course. But one day maybe you will give me a chance.” You forced a smile and turned to leave, wanting to return back to the house of lamentation.
-
“Oooh, MC you’re in a bad mood! What’s wrong?” As you walked into the kitchen to grab a drink, you heard Asmo quip at you.
“Nothing, nothing, I’m just tired...” You leant on the counter and sighed. “Come now, we both know it’s something more than that. You can tell me!”
“Fine, it’s Diavolo again.” “Eh? Again?” “Yep. He keeps asking me to be with him, and I’m almost certain it’s to make Lucifer jealous.”
Asmo tapped his chin in thought. “Hm, well that is a problem. I can’t help you, although you’re super lucky to have the future King after you. Maybe Lucifer can help?”
You blinked. “Hey that’s not a bad idea. Thanks Asmo!”
You hopped down from the counter and left, to hopefully find some help on the situation.
-
Knock knock!
“Enter.” You quietly stepped into Lucifer’s study, where he was doing goodness knows what.
“Ah, MC. Need something?” You sank into one of the chairs and sighed. “I need you to talk to Diavolo for me.”
The scratching of the pen stopped at once and Lucifer fixed you with a look. “Pardon?”
“I meant what I said. I have utmost respect for Diavolo, but at the moment he seems... He won’t take my ‘no’ for an answer in being his partner. And he won’t listen to me, so I was hoping you could talk to him?”
Lucifer paused for a moment, taking in the information.
“I see. So, you want me to discuss with Diavolo why you don’t wish to be his partner?” “Please.” “Very well. Next week’s student council meeting will--”
“I need you to do it as soon as you can.” Lucifer gave you a small smile. “MC, I appreciate the concern but I can assure you Diavolo means no harm. He is simply not used to being refused something.”
You stood up, and shook your head. “You don’t understand... Nevermind, it doesn’t matter.”
With that, you left.
After closing the door in annoyance, you groaned, heading back to your room. It was unfair! No one saw the urgency of the situation!
‘Who else can I talk to...? Lucifer will only talk to him next week, and I don’t think any of the brothers would want to talk to him...’
An idea popped into your head, and you grabbed your D.D.D.
Scrolling through your contacts you clicked on a fairly unused one.
Riiing...
Riiing....
Click!
“MC. What a pleasant call.”
“Hey, Barbatos. Listen, I need to talk to you about something, but I’d prefer to do it in person.” “That is completely fine. Would you like to come over tomorrow?”
You sighed in some relief. “Yeah, yeah that’s brilliant. Thanks.” “It’s no problem. I’ll escort you, if you’d like.” “Mm, thanks Barbatos. See you tomorrow.”
You hung up and grinned. Why hadn’t you thought of that before? Barbatos could help for sure... right?
-
In the morning, at breakfast you informed the brothers of where you’d be going.
“So what are you doing today, MC? You could come with me to Devil’s Kitchen-” “Or you could come buy a matching outfit with me for Devilgram!” “Yeah, or they could stay in and play the new game with me? Only if they wanted, of course-!”
You chuckled at the brothers bickering. “Actually I’m going out today, so I can’t join any of you.”
“Oh? And where are you going?” “To spend some time with Barbatos actually.” “Huh?! Why are you hanging out with that butler?” “Mammon, jealousy isn’t a good look for you.”
“I just thought I would, because I don’t spend much time with him. He’s picking me up soon.” “Oh! Is MC going on a date?” “I very much doubt that, Asmo.”
You gave Asmo a side glare and stood up from the table. “I just want to talk to him, that’s all. I’ve gotta get ready, catch you later.”
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“Alright, see you guys later! If I’m not back by this evening assume I’m dead. See you!” You stepped out of the building with Barbatos and he gave you that oh-so-polite smile of his.
“MC, you look nice. So what is you wished to discuss?” With one graceful flick of his hand, Barbatos had both of you transported to the Demon Lord’s castle.
It wasn’t the first place you’d wanted to go to, but if the time was spent with Barbatos on his own then it would be fine.
“Well, actually it’s about Diavolo- No, before you say I don’t want to talk to him about this. Believe me, I’ve tried.” You leant back into
Barbatos pursed his lips and glanced to the side. “I believe I know what this is about. Excuse my manners, I haven’t offered you anything. Some tea?”
“Oh, thanks.” He nodded courteously and stood up, leaving for a moment.
You glanced around, taking in the grand carvings in the gold ceilings, and how everything from the paintings to the threads of the cushion you were leaning on had some air of royalty to them.
“Here you are MC. I hope it is to your liking?” “Mm.” “Wonderful. Now, about your concerns. This is about My Lord’s... advances, isn’t it?”
You nodded, and sipped your cup of hot tea.
“No need to say anything, I completely understand. My Lord is a wonderful demon, he’s just new to this kind of thing. But I understand why you are uncomfortable, and I will talk to him about it, if you’d like?”
“You will?” “Of course, I’d be more than happy to oblige. MC, are you feeling well? You look a little pale.” He suddenly commented, and you noticed a strange feeling in your temple.
“Ah- now that you mention it, I feel kind of... tired... Wait- Barbatos what’s in this tea...?” You trailed off, your delicate cup clattering to the ground.
“I’m so sorry, MC. Out of all the futures I’ve seen, yours was one of the brightest until you came here... I truly am sorry.” Remorse welled in his teal eyes and you slipped forwards, sleep overtaking you.
Gloved hands caught you swiftly, but you didn’t know what happened after that. You could only imagine Barbatos carrying you to the grand room, removing your D.D.D from your possession and glacing wistfully back at you as he locked the door.
-
“Ahh, you’re finally awake! It’s so lovely to see your bright eyes again.” ‘That voice, it can’t be...’
Your worst fears had come true. Here you were, just woken up in the lap of the demon Prince himself. ‘Angels save me...’
“What... Diavolo..?” “Yours truly. How do you feel, darling? Terribly sorry about getting you here, Barbatos was rather reluctant about the whole plan but seeing the future is such a nifty trick, eh?”
You scrambled out of his loose grip and hunched up to the head board, golden like everything else in this fucking castle.
“You- he- He tricked me! Let me go, you can’t keep me here!” “I think you’ll find I can, being the future King and all. Come now, what’s with that expression?”
You glared at him, eyes fixated on sending a look of pure hatred. “You’re a monster. I told you I didn’t want you. You can’t just kidnap someone if they don’t requite your feelings!”
“Can’t I? You don’t seem to be correct, this time.” “You bastard!” You cried, and jumped off the bed, sprinting towards the door.
Of course it was locked, but that wouldn’t stop you from banging on it and screaming. “Barbatos, Barbatos please help me!”
“I’m afraid that won’t help you, MC. Barbatos is my servant after all, and a servant cannot disobey his master. As for you...”
You heard him stride across the room, and you turned to face him- only to wish you hadn’t.
“Are you afraid, MC?”
Diavolo’s usually wide smile had been replaced by a sinister grin, and he had changed into his demon form- a truly terrifying sight to behold.
“Not going to answer me? That’s okay, I don’t need you to.” You pressed yourself against the door, ready for some kind of agony, but it never came.
Instead, he picked you up and sat back on the bed, nestling you on his lap once more.
“I must say, it’s better when you don’t fight back.” You couldn’t move. You were genuinely paralysed.
All you could do was whatever he wanted, evidently.
“What... did you do to me...?!” “What an accusation, MC. I simply made the situation more enjoyable, wouldn’t you say?”
“The brothers will find me... The angels will find me too... You won’t get away with this..!” You hissed as he pressed gentle kisses to your neck, content.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. After all, they’ll be too sad to find that you left them, without even saying goodbye.”
“W-what?! I would never.... You cruel bastard!” Your eyes welled with tears, and he carefully wiped them away with his thumb.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. You have me, right darling?” “I don’t want you!” “We’ll have to work on that, but that’s okay... but that’s okay, if it’s for you!”
“Don’t... don’t touch me.” He sighed, pulling you closer to his chest and ran his hand through your hair.
“I suppose if you keep denying me, there will be consequences, but I’m sure you’ll be a good little human and keep quiet, right?”
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haha this was long. and i may or may not be working on yandere! simeon and solomon right now so uhhhh shhh. i’m not a huge fan of Diavolo but the dynamic is fun. see you soon lovelies <3
-Bepp
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The Third Set
PAIRING: Tsukishima Kei x Reader
GENRE: Romance | Pining | Fluff | A lil crack (kinda)
WARNINGS: not proofread | a lil ooc and soft at the end (pls dont get mad at me 😭😭)
WORD COUNT: 1k+
A/N: hihihi ok so this idea literally came to me while reading another fic (i cant remember it now im super sorry) and it wouldnt leave my head so i couldnt NOT write it yk? pls keep in mind that it gets rlly soft at the end and really out of character😭 i just hc that does affectionate things during an adrenaline rush, like he's too hyped to care ab what going on around him he just wants to see you, and so this is basically where that came from kasjkhasd- also this is not meant to be spicy at all whatsoever (although some remarks from the others are made that way when you read) its supposed to be romantic and lighthearted, so pls dont think its that sexual😭 also thank you @awmahleebkg my wife for giving me the confidence to post this i love you baby <333
Watching Kei play was one of your favorite things to do. Sure, that might sound a little sad, but watching him and his team working together on the court was something that you wouldn't miss the world for. Until an away game came along, it taking place somewhere farther than they usually are, and since you weren't a part of the team, you couldn't take the school bus with them. So, you took the city bus. He might have told you not to, he might have told you to wait at your house for him to return and tell you about it, but you couldn't help it. This was an important game, and you needed to be there and support him.
He was nervous, although someone who didn't know as well as you wouldn't be able to tell, you were always able to see right through him. Always able to tell when he was nervous or scared, even intimidated. He found it annoying, that you were always there for him, confused as to why you dedicated your time for him, but years after your first meeting he realized that he would do the same for you. You didn't know that his heartbeat the same way for you as it did for him, and he sure as hell didn't know that the reason you stuck by him all these years was to feel that exact heartbeat next to yours.
[3:37 P.M.]
Kei <3: Stay home, y/n
Y/n: but it's an important game! i want to cheer you on!
Kei <3: I'll tell you what happens after I get home if you really want me to. But stop whining at me it's annoying.
Y/n: 😠😠 let. me. go.
Kei <3: No.
Y/n: i hate you so much
Kei <3: Sure you do
You wouldn't listen to him, of course. Why would you? You get your bag ready to leave, filling it with snacks and water bottles to help the team out.
By the time you snuck in, it was half-way past the second set. Tensions were high and sweat was dripping off their jaws while they gain each point. You made sure to stay a little quieter, not wanting Kei's attention to be drifted away from the game, especially since you weren't supposed to be there. By the time they won that set, they were tied with the other team. One more set left, things are getting really heated.
The score remained close to each other throughout the game, Karasuno being two points away from a win with their opponent three points behind them. Watching Kei as he looks at the floor with frustrated eyes, obviously mad at himself for not doing better. He frowns, taking a sip of water so no one sees it. You can see a slight tint of fear in his eyes- he was scared of losing the set. Although all you've seen were blocks of perfection, even a couple spikes that hit the court floor aggressively, points going towards Karasuno once more, he thought he wasn't doing good enough. You knew he was amazing, everyone in the room knew it too, so why didn't he?
He jogs back on the court after a timeout from the other team, getting into a serve/receive position, waiting for the ball to come over the net. The server on the other team hit the ball over, sending it straight to Nishinoya, who receives the ball perfectly, passing it to Kageyama. Backing up into the set, Hinata runs behind Kageyama, surprising the blockers on the other side of the net when Hinata smacks the floating ball down with his might. Instead of the ball hitting the floor, the left-back position receives the ball at the seam, shanking it towards the audience.
Another point.
The crowd goes wild and the air tightens as the scoreboard raises. You bounce on the bleachers and stomp your feet in excitement, knowing that this match would be over soon.
Kei exhales sharply at the whistle, relief, and nervousness seeping out of him. He can do it, he thought. Only one more point. When the ball passes him to the other side of the court, quickly moves to the right side of the net, jumping and completely regretting his decision once the ball hits the floor. He watches the ball trail off in shock, the whistle suddenly getting too loud for him. He grits his teeth in defeat, thinking that it would be over for them. His head faces the ground, his hands are balled up in fists. That's when you decide to take initiative.
Inhaling a harsh breath, you stand up putting your hands on each side of your face before yelling out to him.
"TSUKISHIMA KEI!!!"
His head whips from the floor, his eyes widening once they find yours in the big crowd. You stand out- to him at least.
"DON'T GIVE UP!!! YOU GOT THIS!! LET'S GO!!"
His pupils dilate at your figure cheering him on, suddenly wishing he hadn't told you to stay home. He didn't know you were there, or how you get here in the first place, but he was glad you came. He wanted you there. His shocked expression turned into a smirk of confidence before he turns back around and goes to his position. The whistle blows once more, telling the server that they can go. He refocuses on the court, watching the ball and everyone near it, analyzing everyone's movements and predicting where the ball is going to go. The big spiker on the other team runs towards the net with his approach, swinging his arms back, ready to slam the ball down as Kei quickly beats him to it, jumping and raising his arms on top of the net in defense.
The ball smacks the floor of the court.
Kei's eyes glow when his feet touch the ground again.
They won.
He tries his best to catch his breath, heaving once his teammates trample him on the ground. You scream in victory, jumping up and down, sprinting down the bleachers to the team, them welcoming you with tight hugs and cries of joy. Electricity coursed through Kei's veins, adrenaline making his sight clearer, his hearing less muffled and his breathing a lot clearer.
You see Kei on the other side of the court, getting up and steadying himself on his feet once you two lock eyes. You run towards him with a fast pace, him reciprocating as his legs speed up toward you. You jump on him, clinging to him as much as you could when wrapping your legs around him, digging your head in his shoulder. His hand immediately grab the back of your thighs for support, helping your body balance on his while you tug on his neck.
You praise him, telling him how proud you were of him picking himself up and being the best, telling him how amazing his blocks and spikes were, how amazing he was. You could hear his breathless laughs of joy, a genuine smile painting his face when you subconsciously pepper his face in firm pecks from your lips, showering him in sweet affection for his win.
"YOU DID SO AMAZING KEI!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! THAT WAS SO COOL!! YOU SHOULDA SEEN YOURSELF OUT THERE! OH MY GOD THAT WAS- THAT WAS PERFECT!! I KNOW YOU WERE DOUBTING YOURSELF A LITTLE BIT BUT YOU WERE AMAZING THE WHOLE TIME I MEAN-"
Your words muffle when his lips crash onto your- a rough, exciting kiss that has you moaning in his mouth from surprise and desperation from wanting this for the longest time. Your hands slide up from his neck to his cheeks, palming them and pulling him closer while your lips disconnect and reconnect rapidly, not being able to get enough of each other. His hands subtly, but firmly squeeze your thighs while you tilt your head, giving him the chance to kiss you deeper. The amount of emotion going through your bodies, desperation, love, excitement, impatience, relief, mixing with the adrenaline in your system's causing your worlds to finally collide and mix.
"What are they doing?"
"I don't know but I feel like I'm interrupting something"
"I think they're the ones interrupting"
"Just let them have this one, guys"
"They are literally about to do it on the court how am I not supposed to feel uncomfortable, Suga-san?"
"Aw, these lovebirds are finally getting together, I knew it would happen"
"Liar, you bet they wouldn't!"
"Tanaka-san! You weren't supposed to say anything!"
You couldn't hear any of the banter in the background, your only focus was him, and his only focus was you. And all the team could do was watch.
pls i know this was rlly ooc im super sorry
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Hiii Congrats on reaching the milestone💕💕love your blog btw!! Could you please do a Taeyong smut where he is kinda cold to her before but confesses after he becomes very jealous??
Hii ty so much u have no clue how much this means to me🥺
ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪᴅɪᴏᴛ
Pairings: tsundere!taeyong x reader
Genre: smut
Warnings: d/s themes, jealousy, possessiveness, marking, praising, a dash of spanking, fingering, hair pulling, unprotected sex
I finished this at 4am so it's not edited 💔
"Lee Taeyong!!" You chased the dark haired boy down the side walk, never turning to look back as his name was called, "Wait for me please!"
He scoffed. Luckily you couldn't hear him. "What an annoying brat." Taeyong continued on, still ignoring you and your protests of him walking away.
Running as fast as you could to catch up was easier said then done. You held boba and your food from a nearby fast food restaurant in one hand, Taeyongs in another with your purse flopping against you. You wouldn't be in this situation if Taeyong scare you into holding his food for you, threatening you with a cold stare.
Yes, you and Taeyong are friends. It's odd because of how cold and almost rude he is with you, but you're somehow friends, at least you think you are. Some people say he's got a soft spot for you but you're not too sure anymore. One day hes calling you an idiot for not taking care of yourself and the next hes rolling his eyes at you and telling you to fuck off. Coming to the conclusion that maybe he only thinks of you as a friend, you started pushing him away recently and hung out with another friend of yours. Too bad because you may have had feelings for Taeyong too. Something about him made you want to stick around even though most of the time he didn't want you around.
"Goddammit Taeyong...wait up!"
As annoying as it was to be running with food and drinks in both hands, the most annoying part had to be the purse. It was big, heavy, and swayed with every step, bumping into your left arm ever millisecond. Why couldn't you just man up to Taeyong before?
"Bastard."
"Did you say something?"
"Huh- what!? When did you-" you tilted your head upwards to meet Taeyongs arched brow and impatient face. How did you not realize you caught up?
You pushed his food and drink into his chest and grumbled, "Here." And without waiting for Taeyong, you readjusted your purse and walked to your house with expectations that he would follow.
Taeyong frowned yet tailed you like a lost puppy.. He didn't have any plans catching up to you or telling you to wait for him and just admired you from behind. He liked the way your hair bounced over your shoulders with every step, the way your hips swayed as you walked. He even liked how long the skirt made your legs look even though you were tiny compared to him. Taeyong liked you without a doubt, but he wouldnt actually tell you that.
"Are you coming?" You opened the door to your house. Taeyong didn't answer, only pushing you out of the way and beelining it to the table where he placed his food and drink. "I'll take that as a yes..." you sigh.
Placing your food gently on the table, you sat across from the male who eyed you up and down but with no expression crossing his face.
"Y/n." Taeyongs stern voice startled you as you almost choked on a boba pearl. "Whats on your neck?"
"My neck?" Softly, you touched the side of your neck before realizing what he meant. Yesterday, that friend of yours that you've started hanging out with asked you to hang out. And little did you know, hanging out didn't mean just watching movies or joking around. It soon turned to small touches, then kissing, then making out. Before you knew it, he was kissing and sucking your neck, creating the purple mark that now painted your skin. "Oh...it's nothing. Just a bruise."
"What are you stupid? Your telling me you just happened to bruise your neck? Dumbass."
"Then why did you ask if you already know?" You mumbled.
As you took the biggest bite from your burger, Taeyong had to speak up again, "I hate it."
"Its a good thing it's not on you then isn't it."
"I think you would look better covered in my marks." His voice never faltered and you were sure he was joking. Taeyongs always been straight forward with you, but this seemed like a joke, it had to be a joke. Your mind was playing tricks on you and this is what you wanted to hear. It can't be real.
"You're kidding right...?"
"Completely serious."
"So you're...jealous?"
"Stop asking so many questions." He said coldly, shutting you up quickly, but the smirk on your face still lingered.
"I just think it's funny that a small mark on my neck could make someone as cold as you are, jealous." You say, confidence flowing out of you out of nowhere and this time, Taeyong went quiet. "Its cute."
"Cute? You know what's cute is me bending you over this table and fucking the life out of you so you only remember my name and who owns that cute ass."
Heat rose to your cheeks and the tips of your ears, and maybe Taeyong could tell but youre sure your face was starting to show a hint of red, "Now I know you're just bluffing."
Taeyong rolled his eyes, "Come here and shut that mouth, I'll show you I'm not." It had to be the way his voice growled that made you suddenly get out of your seat and stand before the man. It's easy for you to be flustered but it's also easy for you to obey someone that shows more dominance and Taeyong- well he was just overflowing with it.
"We're gonna have a little fun, yeah?" He smiled devishly, "You trust me right?"
"Y-yeah, I m-mean we are f-friends."
Suddenly, your body was bent over the table and your wrists were bound by Taeyongs hand. If you wanted to escape, Taeyong wouldn't let allow it, so you were locked in place.
God, the way this position impacted Taeyong to the point where he just wanted to fuck you all day and night. With your skirt barely hiding your pretty pink panties, he could easily get off by himself at the sight. He didn't need to do that though, he had you after all.
"Did he touch you?" You hear him say, voice low and frightening, enough to paralyze you from moving and speaking. But to his dismay you didn't answer. Moreover, hesitated to answer because of the tone he used. "I asked you a question." He growled, "Did. He. Touch. You."
A soothing hand ran up the sides of you skin, it was cold, almost like a vampires touch compared to your warm skin. "Y-yes."
Taeyong stopped, "Where?"
"Why does it matter?" You say, finding your confidence again though that won't last since your bent over the table with your ass in Taeyongs face.
"I dont want you to remember his touch, only mine. So I'll touch any place he touched." He continued touching where he could reach, the hand binding your wrists let up and rested on your ass as if about to spank you. "Now answer me."
You grumbled and arched your back as a way to tell Taeyong to shut up and fuck you. The pain of something not filling you up was unbearable, you even thought about slipping your fingers inside dripping cunt for relief. "Stop asking me questions and fuck me please."
"God you're so annoying." He spoke. "Im not going to fuck you until you tell me. It shouldnt be that hard since you're so confident." Taeyong pulled you up by your hair and forced you on his lap where your back was pressed against his chest. You couldnt look him in the face, too afraid that you'd break into a blabbering mess.
"H-he touched m-me," you grab Taeyongs hand with hesitation and placed it on your panties that covered your leaking hole, "here."
Almost positive Taeyong could feel your juices soaking through your panties, you pulled your hand away letting his own linger where you needed him most.
"What did he do when he touched you here?" His middle finger went along the slit of your cunt, dragging up and down gently.
"N-nothing."
He crooked his head before pushing your panties to the side and dipping two fingers in, "He didn't do this?" As you body arched into him, he was able to go deeper and finger you slow enough that you were sure it was teasing. And the pain of wanting to be filled up slowly disappeared but not enough.
"N-no, he d-didnt." As he began picking up speed, you cursed a threw your head back. You cried for more, struggling to stay still in his lap and his fingers worked magically inside you.
Taeyong loved every second of this. To finally see you melt in his arms literally when you could so easily turn him down for this. And he'd like to think he was the only one who could make you feel this way. Make you whimper and whine and call out to him for more. He was the only one for you.
"Please T-Taeyong, i want you to f-fuck me so bad," with a third finger slipping inside you, you moaned uncontrollably at the pace. Though you weren't stuffed like you would be with his dick, it was obvious Taeyong knew how to work his fingers to make you act this way. "Please, please, please..."
"Where else did he touch you?" He ignored your please.
It irked you how he didn't bat an eyelash at your desperate self. If you had your confidence again, you would have taken his dick out and sat on it without a question, even so you knew Taeyong wouldn't allow it just yet. He wanted you to fall apart before he even started.
"Mmm Taeyong-" you moaned with content as his fingers curved against your walls, "H-He touched m-my ch-chest."
Taeyong bit the inside of his cheek trying to hide the smirk that formed, "Guess ill just do the same." His free hand worked its way to your mounds where he proceeded to grope you and brush over your sensitive buds. The combination of his fingers inside you and his hands fondling your boobs was sure to bring your to an orgasm soon.
"Youre so beautiful." Taeyong mumbles into your ear, "so fucking perfect."
As carefully as can be, his fingers pulled out of you as a string of your slick connected to his three fingers.
So delicious, Taeyong thought, everything about you was so delicious.
You were flipped around so you faced Taeyong. This time, you didn't look away from him or hide your face from him. Instead, you maintained eye contact with the pretty boy below you before you suddenly pulled him into a desperate and needy kiss.
His heart beat faster than before. His ears burning as his face was flushed. You kissed him. You, the girl that he's been crushing on for years finally kissed him. It only took his jealousy to make this all happen.
"You don't understand how much I love you," he unbuckled his belt, "I cherish every minute and every second I spend with you," soon his pants were unbuttoned, "I can't stand seeing you with someone else," He slipped his dick inside of you with ease, a moan falling from both of you, "Even if you don't love me back, I still fucking do."
You couldnt find words to speak. Your mind was running but not thinking. If you spoke, you weren't sure if it'd be babbling or moaning because of how hard Taeyong fucked up into you. "I-i lo-" No, you couldnt say it back, not while being fucked into a whole new galaxy.
Taeyong on the other hand, was anxious yet pounded into you, enough to bring tears to your eyes. He wanted you to speak, he wanted to hear those three words come out of your mouth, but all he got was your adorable moans and sighs. Yet he wasn't complaining, they sounded lovely apart from the skin against skin. He's just overthinking.
"Youre doing so well, baby." His voice slowly fading, you were so lost in the feeling that anything Taeyong said, went out the other ear.
"F-feels so g-good. Want m-more..." Your greedy hands tugged at Taeyongs locks, but you weren't the only one being touchy. Taeyong was also kneading the plush skin of your ass, giving small taps before digging his nails in, making you whimper.
"Youre so needy baby, huh? So cute and needy for me." He slapped your ass playfully. The smirk on his face was evident that he loved every second of this.
"F-fuck yes, i-im so needy f-for you." You cry, "Youre t-the only one who c-can make me f-feel t-this good."
Of course he is. And Taeyong couldn't be any happier hearing that from you. It gave him energy to fuck harder while now holding your hips still like you were his personal toy. You struggled with keeping the hold on his hair. Your light tugs now harsh pulls but Taeyong didn't mind, in fact he liked how his head was forced to look at your beautiful face.
"Pretty girl." He leaned over the slightest bit and sucked on your necks sweet skin as you tried bouncing on his cock along with him thrusting up. "How much do you love this cock?" He questioned against your neck.
"S-so so much, Taeyong!" Your hips stutter and you know youre close but refuse to faulter, "Y-you h-have the best c-cock."
Taeyong moved back from your neck and grabbed your chin, "Are you ever going to let that guy touch you like that again after this?" You shook your head quickly. "Good girl."
"Im g-gonna cum." You say and without a single thought or word, your body shook as pleasure washed before you. Still, though Taeyong was on the edge of cumming himself, he kept the quick pace from before. But you were so sensitive from the orgasm, and even started screaming Taeyongs name. It wasn't pain, but pleasure, very sensitive pleasure that could easily make you cum a second time.
Seconds before you were about to feel another wave, Taeyong shot his seed deep into you, thrusting slowly as he came down from his high.
"D-did you mean what you said?" Taeyong breathes heavily and raises his brow in question, "About you loving me."
"Duh. I love you, idiot. I wouldn't say that if I didn't mean it." He rolled his eyes. That's the Taeyong you knew. "And what about you? Are you gonna say something or leave me hanging."
"I l-love you t-too." You say quickly. "I mean it."
Taeyong smiles a real smile before patting your head like a puppy and lifting you off his dick, "Lets get you cleaned up, baby, then we can talk about planning a date."
"A date??"
"Mhm," he smirked, "but not after a round two."
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What’s a Carnival w/o a Kiss?
Nishinoya, Tendou, Kuroo, and Bokuto visit you at your kissing booth.
Fem reader
Choose your character ending!!
Your best friends name is Mina bc I’m watching MHA and needed a name.
Not edited.
When they approved your VBC kissing booth you were shocked. You thought for sure it would be denied but apparently they thought it would be fun. “What’s the harm in a kiss?” The principle had said while following it up by stating if anyone was truly uncomfortable they didn't have to participate, it was the person’s choice to participate in the kissing booth.
You spent the day preparing the booth and painting it for the carnival tomorrow. You were nervous about it even though the kissing booth was your idea. You only suggested it becasue you thought it would be a great way to raise money since everyone on the girls and boys teams were well know. Plus you thought you could get out of it. nope, if your best friend Mina was participating there was no way she would let you out of it since she knew if you were really uncomfortable with it you wouldnt have thought of the idea yourself. “Too bad so sad” she said while you poured. The girls team would be the ones in the booth Saturday morning and the boys in the booth in the afternoon. Your time was scheduled for noon and youd be in there for fifteen minutes.
You werent just nervous because you had to kiss people, but what if no one wanted to kiss you? What if the entire fifteen minutes you had no one would show up? Just lines and lines for Mina who was right after you. You would feel so embarrassed and it might wreck your self esteem. You sigh and wipe off a bit of paint where you spilled and fixed your other mistakes.
“This looks amazing y/n!” (Noya/tendou/kuroo/Bo) said as he came over to you and you laughed softly “really? Thanks. It isnt hard though it’s just two colors” he laughs and picks up the paint brush with red on the end and placed a bit on your nose and you gasp, your cheeks flushing “doesnt mean you arent good at it!” he says and you smile softly. Somehow just his presence seemed to calm you down “thank you” you said softly and he nods with a grin. you take the white and paint a stripe down his cheek and then giggle as he gasps in shock.
Somehow in the paint fight ended up with him holding your hands above your head and painting doodles on your face while you chuckled and stared up at him. He was so pretty, you didnt get much time to appreciate his looks but you thanked whatever gods were above for this chance
“Hey! Save it for the booth!” His Coach calls out and you feel your face flush as he just laughs above you and rolls off you “sorry coach!” he replies and you avoid eye contact, too embarrassed for being caught goofing off.
“The booth is going to be amazing tomorrow” he says and helps you wash your brushes. “I hope so” you whisper softly, your anxieties coming back. When you’re done you walk him to the gym door so he can head to practice “Hey” he says softly and you look up at him “i’ll see you at the booth tomorrow, okay?” he says with a grin and it makes your stomach flop and your heart race. Your cheeks feel warm as you smile back at him “i’ll-” you clear your throat so you can sound more confident and then grin “i’ll be looking forward to it”
You couldnt sleep, nervous for the kissing booth but now you were nervous because you knew at least ONE person would be there in your line. You didnt even care if you had no other people who wanted to kiss you because you knew your crush was going to be there. At least you hoped that was what he meant.
That morning you made sure you wore your favorite outfit and put on a little perfume, you did your hair your favorite way so you could have more confidence in yourself and at the end of getting ready you felt actually really good about yourself. You looked in the mirror and smiled, maybe today would be the day you would kiss your crush.
Mina shaked your shoulders and squealed “are you ready?!” she said and pushed you towards the booth you had been abiding all day a long “nooooo” is his you respond and she just laughs. “Time to switch!” she sings and your Captain laughs at the boos that Mina get and she waves “sorry boys” she says and pats your shoulder as she exits the booth “good luck” she says and you smile and swallow hard. “Now it’s time for y/n!” Mina sings and you walk through the booth, pausing for a moment when you hear whistles and cheers which was the opposite of what you were expecting. You take a seat on the stool and feel your cheeks flush as the first boy steps up and hands you a red ticket and then presses his lips to yours for a second.
After five minutes kissing didnt even feel like kissing anymore. You lost count of the people who wanted to kiss you but after a few more minutes the line ends and you get a break. You look at your phone to check how much time you have left. 4 minutes to go. You felt your heart begin to shrink when you thought he wouldn’t come. You were distracted by a text from Mina you didnt notice someone approaching until he spoke.
Nishinoya
“Is this booth open?” he asks with a chuckle and your eyes snap up as a smile spreads across your lips “i thought you werent gonna make it” you say with a lilt in your voice and he laughs “how could i miss this? I get to kiss the most beautiful girl not to mention my long time crush” you feel your cheeks flush “i've been waiting for you all day, not to mention i won you this!” he pulls up a small teddy bear and your eyes widen with a chuckle “really! That’s so sweet Noya!” he gets a little nervous now, he confessed his feelings and you didn't say anything about it yet. He feels his face flush as he fumbles with his ticket in his hands. “So.. uh.. Yeah” he says and rocks on his toes as he looks at his ticket. You laugh and hold out your left hand for the ticket with a small smile. He grins as his cheeks dust darker pink as he places the piece of paper gently in your palm. You hop off the stool and lean across the booth to cup his cheek “i’ve been waiting all day for you” you whisper and then you press your lips to his.
Your lips softly rest against his for a moment before you’re pulling back “no, wait” he says softly and cups your cheeks, pulling them back to his own. His tongue touches your bottom lip and you meet it with your own, deepening the kiss and humming in happiness as your lips move together
“Hello?!” the boy behind him asks annoyed and you pull apart with blushing cheeks “sorry guys y/n’s time is over!” Mina says from behind you. You dont know when she appeared but you felt embarrassed anyway. You wave to the long line of guys that had appeared and they all looked mad as Nishinoy just looked like he was in heaven as he walked around the side of the booth to meet you at the back. “Hi” you say shyly and he smiles “hi beautiful” he says you blush “I really like you, Yuu” you whisper with a shy laugh and he takes your hand, lacing your fingers together. “I would hope so! You kissed me like it!” you laugh and rock your shoulder into his playfully “wanna go get some cotton candy?” he asks and you laugh “yes! That sounds amazing. Then maybe we could ride the ferris wheel”
Tendou
“Helloooo” he says happily while waving his ticket slowly in front of your phone “aren’t phones against the rules?” you laugh and roll your eyes “you’re here” you say softly and he smiles and runs a hand through his hair “here i am!” he says with a laugh that shows his anxiety. You take his ticket and then reach up and run your hands through his hair “can i tell you something?” you ask, grateful there isn’t anyone behind him right now. He nods, his ruby eyes shining as they stare into yours “I’ve been waiting for you Satori” you say and laugh shyly and he cups your cheeks, pressing his lips against yours softly. Its soft and sweet and when you pull back he’s pulling your lips back to his again and again, quickly peppering kisses against your lips as you chuckle. “Tendou?” he kisses you and hums in response “maybe” kiss kiss “we should” more kisses “tendou!” mina shouts and he pulls back to look behind you as he still holds your face “take her away, her time is over” tendou shouts for joy and hops through the booth window, taking your hand and leading you away as you chuckle “lets get some lunch and talk about how much you love me” he says and you laugh “sounds good to me” you respond and squeeze his hand. He looks to you with a gasp before his face turns into a grin “and obviously i’ll talk about how much i love you back. It wont just be about me” you laugh “i know, i could tell how much you liked me from those kisses”
Kuroo
“Hey there cutie” he says and you laugh as you shove your phone in your pocket. He always had a way of taking away all your anxiety. You smile up at him as he hands you a red ticket. “Glad you could finally make it Tetsu” you joke as you take his ticket, placing it in the basket with all the others. “I told you id be here” he said with a smile as he leaned his elbows on the booth and smiled at you now he was your height. “And here i thought you were just waiting to kiss all the girls” he hums and reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear “nah, i only wanna kiss you. I mean, why would i want to kiss anyone else when i have you?” you hop off the stool and lean closer “and how are you sure you even have me?” you whisper and he cups your cheek softly “you have no idea how bad I am hoping” he says, his eyes showing how much vulnerability he is hiding with his teasing “same here” you whisper as he cups your cheeks and presses his lips to yours. The kiss ends sooner than you hoped but the way he is smiling melts your heart “are you done here yet?” he asks with a chuckle and mina behind you yells out “yes! She is! Go on!” she ushers you out of the booth. He holds his hand out to you and you take it with a smile, lacing your fingers together “I guess you were right” you say and he laughs “about what?’ he asks and you squeeze his hand as a blush dusts your cheeks “you have me”
Bokuto
“Hey!” he shouts and you look up at him ���no hey hey hey?” you ask as you stand from the stool and smile. He laughs and scratches behind his head “i’m just a little nervous” he says with a shy laugh “hey” you say softly and he meets your eye with his cheeks blushing “I was really hoping you’d come” you say softly, your heart racing. “Really?” he asks and leans forward, placing his ticket on the booth edge and you laugh with a nod. You raise your hand and use your finger to tell him to come closer which he does with a smile and you cup his cheek with one hand while leaning into his opposite ear “i really, really like you Kou” you whisper and he hums in excitement “i like you too!” he says and you laugh “maybe i should kiss you now” he says and you nod as you feel yourself get twice as nervous. He cups your cheeks “so beautiful” he whispers before he presses his lips to yours. You hum at the same time and then chuckle as you kiss him deeper. He pulls back and you chuckle as you wipe his bottom lip with your thumb. Mina taps your shoulder “you’re done hun, now go get your man” she says and you laugh as you make your way around to Bo who excitedly takes your hand “do you wanna maybe turn this into a date?” he asks and you smile with a nod “I’d love that Kou”
~ending~
You spend the whole day with him and watch the sunset form the Ferris wheel, stopping right at the top for you guys. “Wait” you say and turn to him “weren’t you supposed to be in the kissing booth too?” You ask and he chuckles softly “yeah I ditched. I don’t want to kiss anyone else but you” you smile, your cheeks flushing and heart dancing at his words “well if I knew that in the beginning” you say with a laugh and he cups your cheek “you only wanna kiss me too?” He asks softly, his eyes drifting to your lips as you nod. “Then maybe you should be my girl” he says and you laugh “yeah maybe I should” you say just before his lips press against yours for the umpteenth time already today, sending warm fuzzies to your heart and spawned more butterflies you were sure to fly out and into his mouth.
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[Flower .1]
A young woman strolled through London with a sweet melody playing on her lips. She wore no expensive gown or jewelry. Only simple clothes for people of lower class. Nobbles, young men or woman stared at her with disgusted looks on their pristine faces. The woman kept her head up high, ticking off the higher class passers immensely.
The woman reached a cute flower shop, using her key. She opened the door, breathing in the sweet scent of flowers. A smile graced her (c/l) lips. Placing on a black apron and gardening gloves, the female picks up a watering pot and starts to go around her shop. Feeding her little flowers and herbs with the water.
Humming the same song she was whistling on her way here. A small jingle of bells could be heard in her shop. A old fellow comes in, his white hairs curling under his top hat. Even his milk white moustache curled at the ends. "Hello Mr. Samuel! How are you this fine evening?"
Mr. Samuel smiled at the young woman, his saggy cheeks lifting up a bit. "I'm quite alright Ms. (Y/N). For you see, my son will be graduating from college this afternoon. I decided to grab some flowers and a present for him while I was in town."
The old man said proudly with excited eyes. "Oh, I see! So you want some celebratory flowers for this grand occasion." "Absolutely!" "Alrighty, I think I have something perfect for you."
The woman grabs a pair of clippers and runs around the shop. Picking or cutting the flowers from their pot and placing them on the counter. Getting to work on the bouquet for her customer. Mr. Samuel watches her with wide eyes, everytime he came in for flowers. (Y/N) would easily create a beautiful bouquet with even the most simple flowers.
"Here you are Mr. Samuel!" The old man looks at the flowers with amazement. "These are lovely Ms. (Y/N), truly!" The old gent said, picking up the bouquet as if it were glass. "Thank you, I believe orchids, carnations, plumerias and roses are quite fit for your sons graduation."
Mr. Samuel thanks her and pays for the flowers. Leaving then after. (Y/N) starts to pick up some of the petals and leafs that had fallen. Throwing them away in the trash bin. She then goes outside to water her outside plants.
(Y/N) starts watering her little flowers amd trimming them so they can look nice for her and customers. A soft pair of footsteps could be heard from behind her. The female turns herself around and sees a young noble man she knew. "Why hello there Mr. Moriarty." (Y/N) said with a kind smile.
The blonde haired male smiles back. His arms holding on to what seemed to be groceries. "A fine day out, is it not?" (Y/N) said politely, Louis nods at her words. "Yes, I thought it would be nice to get some items for me and brothers durring this time of day."
"Aw, how sweet of you." The female says with a teasing tone. Louis cheeks turn into the shade of a rose. "I-It is nothing special, you know I do this often." "That may be, but you never fail to surprise me by being the caring person you are."
Louis gave her a shy smile, to which (Y/N) thought to herself on how adorable he was. "Your flowers have gotten much brighter durring this month." He compliments her and her hard work. "Why thank you, I've been using new soil and vinger to keep the bugs away."
"Really?" "Of course, your brother had recommended it to me. Oh, before I forget. Please come inside, I wish to give you and your brothers some flowers as thanks!" Louis shakes his head, "there's no need Ms. (Y/N)."
Louis tries to politely decline her offer. But the female persists, "I want to do it and I don't mind it at all. It was good advice, so please choose some flowers. I insist." (Y/N) gestures for the male to come inside her shop.
Louis finally accepted her request and comes into the flower shop. "Choose a few flowers that you would like and I'll get them ready for you." Louis gazes at the pretty flowers with interest, "so many to choose from." He whispers to himself.
(Y/N) heard his words and answers him. "That is true.. If you'd like, I could choose some for you." "That would be very helpful," Louis replies. "It's not a problem," the female dismissed. "Now, let's see."
The female leaves Louis side and looks at a group of roses. "Hmm, you and your brother have bright red ruby eyes. So I think these suite you and him."
Louis does his best not to blush while she talked of him and William. He knew that (Y/N) had keen eyes for details. Especially for people. "Now for the oldest Moriarty, he has emerald eyes if I'm not mistaken. So these hydrangea will fit quite nicely."
"What do you think Mr. Mor-." "Louis." (Y/N) looks at the male with confusion. Mr. Moriarty explains, "you can call me Louis." (Y/N) understood what he meant, he wouldnt want to get mixed up with his brothers.
So with a grin, (Y/N) reiterates. "What do you think, Mr. Louis? Will you like those flowers." Louis nods and the female picks up the pots that contain the flowers. Placing them on the main counter, she starts to pick and cut, trim each flower she choose.
Loius watched her work. To him, it was almost like seeing a busy bee gracing each flower to pollinate. He decided to focus his attention elsewhere. Louis eyes land on empty flower pot on the farther side of the counter. It was painted (f/c) and was a rather plain looking flower pot, but a strange thing about it was that it held no flowers in it, not soil or dead flowers, nothing.
(Y/N) sees where Louis attention was drawn too. The female stares at the empty pot with static filling her ears. Blinking out of her trance, she continued her task. When (Y/N) had finished, she taps Louis shoulder.
"Your flowers are ready!"
Louis thanks her and carefully picks up the bouquet. (Y/N) goes over to the door to hold it open for him. When Louis had stepped out of the shop. A carriage had stopped in front of him.
"Brother William!" Louis gasps, a bit surprised to see his brother out durring this time. "Hello Louis," the blonde moves his eyes to see (Y/N) there as well. "Hello to you too Ms. (Y/N). Did the vinegar and new soil work out for you?"
The female in question bows in greeting and answers him. "Yes it did. Thank you for advice." William nodded and his eyes land on the bouquet held in his brothers hand. Though he doesn't bring it up.
"Louis, would you like a ride home with me." Louis agrees and the two brothers were in the carriage together. "We must be going, it was pleasure to see you again Ms. (Y/N). I hope we see each other again soon."
With that said, William tells the driver to go. (Y/N) watched them go, waving a bit. She let's her hand drop to her side and goes back into her shop. Casting a glance at the empty flower pot.
~°~
"Louis, how did it go in town today. You seem very happy." William spoke, watching his younger brother. "It went well, Ms. (Y/N) gave these to us as thanks." Louis stated, looking down at the bright arrange of flowers.
William also gazed at the odd bouquet. Fondness could clearly be seen in his eyes. The same would be said for Louis as well. William directs his attention to the window, not bothering to look at the horrid nobles.
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(I don't see a lot of people writing for this gorgeous show. So I'm here to do it, hopefully this will spark something within fans or fun to read! Ps. I think I'll make this a series?? No promises! Thanks for reading!)
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