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the-s1lly-corner · 10 months

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how about johnathan x a spiderperson?

General hcs for Jonathan with a spider person s/o

WAHOO

Apologies for any typos and such!! Also this may be

Bad

Because I'm realizing my knowledge of alchemax is v limited since my only exposure to spiderman is through spiderverse 😔☝️

Sobs I was so excited for this prompt, I was legitimately waiting for someone to send something like in but the second I started writing my brain imploded and

I'm so disappointed in myself <\\3

I tossed in all I could remember so :(! I hope it's alright!!

Okay him working at Alchemax and likely being a villain and probably against spiderpeople in general (see the first movie, the entire alchemax staff immediately attempting to attack Miles n Peter on sight), you'd both have to keep your relationship a secret

For him to keep his job and for you to not have any leverage used against you; I mean can you imagine if one of your enemies found out you had a boyfriend? And use that against you? Horrid

For convenience let's say you guys are dating long before the idea of the collider is introduced; easier to fall in love with someone when the entire multiverse is at risk/j

Imagine meeting after trying to stop alchemax from doing.. something..

Yeah idk my brains mush, but it warrants you to come down and stop them

Cue you and Jonathan meeting literally just; "oh hes kinda cute :]"

This was funnier in my head

Overall very very interested in any unique abilities you have

Like you know how miles has his electricity and in invisibility? Or Miguel having his fangs? While I don't think every spiderperson has a special power, I do think at least some do

So if you happen to be one of those spiderpeople he's VERY interested

Took a while for you both to warm up to each other because one side was "oh you better not turn me in" and the other is "oh you better not be trying to make me let my guard down"

Yk usual distrust between hero and not-so-powerful-villain

You guys definitely recreate the kiss

You know the one

You're hanging upside down, and

Dates can, unfortunately, get messy :(

Between the having to sneak around and being the towns heroc it's hard to find a time and a place

Oh speaking of that sneaking around thing, it'd have to be a while until you eventually take the mask off around him

He thinks you're.. pretty

Insists you take off the mask more when the two of you are alone

Sneaks and runs off whenever you need to come to alchemax to do something while everyone else tries to take you down

#atsv #atsv spot #spiderverse #the spot x reader #the spot #spot x reader #jonathan ohnn #jonathan ohnn x reader

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magewolf-the-artist · 1 month

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Ahh, Charles Brook my beloved

1. Me when I first started drawing this doodle dump: Oh golly gee brain, what should we draw first? My brain: Charles on a toddler leash with Susan holding it and looking tired Me: Wowie sounds fun! Yeah this doodle pretty much summarizes their dynamic in the Domestic K-9 AU

2. There's a graphic description of somebody being killed in the next paragraph so feel free to skip over it

To make a long-ish story short, Charles was snooping around the backstage area as his daughter, Lily's, birthday was wrapping up, he found Susan on death's door inside the Banny animatronic and freaks tf out, Bon finds him and they play a terrifying little game of hide and seek, and just as Charles thinks he's fine, WHAM! His faces gets smashed into the floor by Bon, turning his skull into a fine mush and killing him pretty much instantly. Ironically in this AU at least, his death was the most merciful because he at least got the insta-kill treatment rather than suffering through hours or days of agony. I imagine in death, his face kinda sags forward. Kinda like a bag of sand taped to a wood plank.

3. So semi-recently I think, Charles was confirmed to have ADHD, and I saw some doodles by @xzbat-loverzx about one of him stims being clicking a pen and I thought, "Ah yes, perfect". Not really a ton else to this doodle, except I can imagine BSI employees constantly leaving pens and pencils behind whenever they stay at the K-9 Facility

4. This one is my favorite and the one I'm the most excited to explain!

So the first few weeks or so at the K-9 facility was, to put it lightly, a fucking nightmare for Charles (and Rosemary but I'll cover that another time). He was constantly eaten away by guilt, shame, anger, fear, and sadness and generally he was an incoherent, delusional wreck, even on his good days. At some point he managed to get it into his head that he could break out of the facility by body slamming the walls which, A, they are made of solid concrete, and B, even if he did break them, he'd be greeted by an avalanche of dirt. But again, he wasn't really in his right mind at the time

Susan was kind of in a hell of her own during that time considering she'd have to be the one to repair him afterwards. Those episodes are actually the reason the plastic casing on the Boozoo animatronic's upper right arm and the left hand is missing, because at some point they sustained so damage that they just fell off. Susan didn't exactly have a ton of patience for this, and his incoherent babblings whenever she would pull him away would only make her more pissed off. This isn't entire fair to him of course, as he is not at all in his right mind, but in fairness to her, the idiot would slam himself into the walls whenever she took her eyes off of him for even a SECOND, even if it was just to retrieve tools or spare parts from the tool closet.

Eventually what happens is that Susan convinces Bon to hold him down while she goes over to the tool closet and retrieve whatever thing she needs, idk man, I'm not into robotics. When she gets back, Charles is unusually quiet and Bon is trying not to laugh his ass off. Oddly enough, he doesn't take the opportunity to make some snide comment or mock either of them while she works, he stares at the both of them silently.

Once that's done, Susan very begrudgingly thanks him for the help and, with possibly the most shit eating, Cheshire cat, smug as fuck grin, Bon replies, "That's what friends are for." And then she smacks him.

#the walten files #walten files #susan woodings #twf fanart #twf banny #twf bon #charles brook #the walten files fanart #twf boozoo #twf #twf susan #twf charles #Domestic K-9

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fivefriedtofu · 2 years

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↳ ❝ ahoy there! ❞ | #thoma headcanons ; normal + modern au.

thoma w/ chubby cheeks? his fav petnames?? simp rambling??? & more!

ft. gn reader, the kamisato siblings, +1 bonus childe.

cw: none! completely sfw. only cringe romantic scenerios & maybe lots of mentions of kisses because i'm in love w/ him.

♡. edit: the link to the tiktok i added to the last headcanon (normal au) got deleted oh my god 😭

an: thoma go brrr. had to squeeze my brain like a powdered orange just so i could make this coherent enough to post.

i also wanna apologize if i've written some things that are suspiciously familiar to other works before. i only just noticed. i swear i don't know how it happens!! i've just never had an original thought i think _( ༎ຶ⌑༎ຶゝ∠)_ please forgive my sins.

pics: 🐶 🍡 🌿 (fun fact: the shiba's name is marutaro!!)

NORMAL AU!

we are married.

please consider... thoma with chubby cheeks.

irresistibly cute and soft.

ge ntly h olds... 🤲

the grannies at the market like to pull on them from time to time whenever he goes for groceries.

by the end of those days, he'd come home whining with aching cheeks.

"whining" i.e asking you for healing kisses? 🥺👉👈

he does not know how to swear.

thoma: "gee wilikers...", "oh to heck with it!", "gosh diddly darn it!"

ayato, tears in his eyes: pls,,, ju,,st say fuck,,

"he's a grown man with a job and pays taxes" ok maybe he does and just chooses not to BUT listen—

he says bejeebers in one of his voicelines 😭😭😭.

a cheesy romantic, the type to greet you with hand kisses. however ☝️👀

turn the tables and kiss his hands and he'll be reduced to mush.

secretly it's actually one of his favorite places for smooches. such hardworking hands, they deserve all the loving, don't they?

speaking of favorites, his favorite nicknames!

pretty boy, my prince, handsome — casually, politely, LOVINGLY he will pass away.

to be fair, he's a sucker for any sort of praise you give him but something about being called those just makes him feel so special.

BECAUSE HE IS. MUMUMU BESO MUUUWAH—

he makes me feel so soft and happy, he's like the song 'cloud 9' but personified.

this goes with any genshin character, but i'm a thoma simp. just,,, p,, please just imagine.

let me tell you, as a short person, i started screaming. rolled around my bed even, clutched my phone to my chest. at this age of mine. absolutely no shame, embarrassing ✋.

MODERN AU!

modern! thoma would probably enjoy the waitress musical.

his fav songs are 'what baking can do' and 'you matter to me.'

cried the first time he listened to the latter. cried again the next time he listened to it. they... were emotional days 😔.

enjoys musicals in general.

thoma/kamisato siblings theater kids canon i'm the left shoe of one of hyv's soundtrack artists.

he likes listening to them whenever he does chores and ends up singing along when he gets really into it.

doesn't really have the best singing voice, but he doesn't care. all that matters is that he's having fun 💪 king mentality.

and if you, as his s/o, decide to sing along with him ESPECIALLY IF IT'S A LOVE SONG DUET— shee, he just might propose to you then and there.

idk why but i feel like he'd be a swiftie. loves almost every one of her songs but lives for her 2010 era songs. gets so hyped for sparks fly.

his favorite animal crossing character is goldie and i will die on that.

i think he'd be a horror fan. specifically for spooky folklores and cryptids.

(based on that one voiceline of his - thoma's hobbies. also occasionally, he'll utter 'spooky stories...' if he's in your teapot.)

his youtube feed reccomends stuff like 'creepy urban legends from around the world' or 'inazuma's terrifying monster stories.'

when he's not in the mood to listen to music, he lets those vids play in the background instead.

thoma just vibing in his apron and cleaning gloves, waxing and polishing the floor with earphones in, listening to horror podcasts.

he is ANNOYING if he ever gets in a playful mood before going to bed.

both of you could just be peacefully cuddling, innocently talking about whatever until you fall asleep when he'll suddenly bring up a scary story he just learned. and as a result, ends up scaring you a bit.

too creeped to sleep now, you give his chest a soft smack, whining his name.

but then he just laughs! 😡 he's quick to apologize, but he's still laughing!!

as if pulling you in closer against himself, burying your face in his neck, and nuzzling into you will easily let that slide — nah, scoot away from his mean ass. ignore how he whines for you to come back.

he rolls across the bed and follows you. immediately wraps himself around you once he reaches where you placed yourself by the edge.

"noo, 'm sorry." he mumbles, lips brushing against your skin, you could feel him smile. "i'm sorry."

he sighs then plants a kiss against your temple. "here. this way no monsters will get you."

like an inconvenienced cat, you huff, burying your face into his chest. "cringe."

...

you turn back up and quickly press a kiss on his collarbone, before shoving your face back to where it hid.

ok but on the topic of the waitress musical, 'never ever getting rid of me' gives me huge childe vibes.

sorry if this ain't much, i'm fighting demons (ง｡•╭╮•｡)ง plus school just started.

#[ 💘 ] — thoma.#genshin thoma #thoma #genshin impact headcanons #thoma headcanons #thoma x gn reader #thoma x reader #genshin headcanons #kamisato ayaka #kamisato ayato #childe #kamisato siblings #— i hope the way this is formatted doesn't look confusing.#— i'm really sorry if it's too hard to read 😭!

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lustbile · 2 years

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heard u were looking for blurbs 🫡 so imma drop something, if you’re interested: jeno-yn-doyoung threesome. two of my biggest biases fr. i was imagining it as jeno’s ur bf and doyoung’s his hot older friend who sometimes comes in and plays with you both but plz do whatever u feel like!

This makes me think of Doyoung’s phone call with Jeno in his quarantine video where he just shamelessly praises Jeno’s body and just. Hmm idk something something about just loving to watch you two.

Like Doyoung coming over to hang out with Jeno when he doesn’t know youre there. Maybe he got his information crossed or maybe you and Jeno just lost track of time and didn’t know that he had walked in. And when he hears you two messing around, and hears the way you both moan, he cant help but start itching to take a peak. He tries to convince himself to leave, to maybe wait outside and try to walk in when he thinks you two are done, but he just cant. Maybe he’ll just take a peak, but when he does and he sees how roughly Jeno handles you it kind of throws him off. Not that he’s imagined you two fucking or anything, put when he did he imagined something a lot more similar to puppy love. Jeno doesn’t know his own strength, but he thought that maybe he’d be more aware when he was fucking you. But it’s actually the opposite! Jeno knows how far he can push you, and how much you love to be manhandled by him. And he knows he loves nothing more than your brain turning to mush from pleasure, so when he sees doyoung peeking at the way you bounce in his lap through the door, he immediately nods his head to invite the other man in.

I can see Doyoung wanting to treat you softer, loving the way both your and Jeno’s bodies move when you’re together, but just wanting to see the way you shiver when he runs his hands softly up your sides as he guides the way you roll your hips.

He also loves when Jeno turns you to start fucking you from behind, reaching forward to undo Doyoung’s pants and pushing your head forward to urge you to put Doyoung in your mouth. Doyoung never imagined going over to hang out with his younger friend would end in this, especially since he had deluded himself into believing that Jeno is such a sweet boy, but he definitely wouldn’t complain. And he doesn’t complain when he gets invited more often when you and Jeno are alone and want Doyoung to guide you two around.

I think it would turn into a lot of watching on Doyoung’s part, him just loving the way you two get more and more feisty whenever he has his eyes on you. But that wouldn’t mean he wouldn’t put his hands in when he feels necessary, whether he was guiding you or Jeno, because he can only go so long before he couldn’t stand just being a bystander and he just needed to be a part of the playing.

#sorry if you wanted something longer I just don’t write for doyoung often so I couldn’t force my brain :/#Nct smut #jeno smut #doyoung smut #nct blurb #ask

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mrcrowblargs · 6 months

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The final battle... to confront the Netherbrain. Even though I had gotten more used to switching up the party during Act 3, I wanted to have my favourites along, though I ended up choosing Lae'zel over Karlach because one Lae'zel quest thing remained.

So it was Aldiirn, Astarion, Gale, and Lae'zel, all in for a big headache. End spoilers below!

big brain! big scary brain! Throwing the Netherstones was scream inducing. They gave a variety of options for each throw but it was always my weak stats grouped together lmao. Aldiirn passed the first INT check, then fucking whiffed the second CHA check because I just assumed I would pass and hit continue... but then I kinda got the sense passing or failing would not make much difference here and... yup.

Empy scoops us up into the Astral Prism and it's Orpheus time, babey. Freeing Orpheus was no question but I did question, "what if I became the mindflayer" which prompted Astarion to be like, "could we have an aside, privately? You're not really going to throw away that pretty face of yours?????" very cute.

Aldiirn knew Emperor was vehemently against freeing Orpheus, but hoped he could convince Emperor to see reason. Like they all got the same goals, they can all combine their power, we can talk Orpheus into cooling don his blood feud for the sake of a bigger bad. Aldiirn's a fucking bard with +15 Persuasion if anyone could do it, it would be him, but--- NO!!! EMPEROR HAD TO BE A GODDAMN BITCH AND SWITCHED SIDES LIKE. IMMEDIATELY. NO DISCUSSION. BRUH.

Also one thing I feel there was a missed opportunity on was confronting Emperor over, hey buddy weren't you the mindflayer that put tadpoles in our heads??? It's definitely Emperor in the opening scene. I really wanted to hear from it about what happened on the nautiloid but all we got were like, some records in Gortash's palace and it's ambiguous if Emperor was of itself at the time. alas.

Gave Lae'zel the honours to free Orpheus aaaand here's the mindflayer conversation all over again. And like, shit, after everything that was done to free the guy and drive the githyanki revolution, becoming the mindflayer felt most in character for Aldiirn. I'm pretty sure I sat over the decision for a solid ten minutes like WONT SOMEONE PERSUADE ME OUT OF THIS lmao. But Astarion kinda had with the aside before. I might make a comic to flesh out the moment like... I think it would be a good one of the party backing Aldiirn up to choose his own freedom after pushing for everyone else's.

Orpheus became the mindflayer, tragic but necessary. I felt so bad for Lae'zel. Uuggh the emotion in her face here.

and then the goofiest smile ever in High Hall haha. Everyone from Gather Your Allies being mushed in there felt a little contrived but, what the hell, SUMMON YOUR SOCIAL LINKS!!! I love a good friendship moment.

Hooboy the battles here really gave the D&D experience: waiting 40 minutes for your turn in initiative to show up. IDK why but at first I thought it would be a brilliant idea to surround the enemy but soon realised it turned the battle into an immediate slog. Reload, and instead fought starting from the wall on the west side. Got this nice little screencap of my mans fighting side by side even though neither should be anywhere near melee haha.

I have to say, I think I would have preferred that all the companions be allowed into the battle over the ally summons for the final battle. At least the origin ones. I want to replay it at some point with the party limit begone mod.

The tower was the hardest part, getting up past that stupid statue that COULDNT BE BROKEN DOWN... Aldiirn and Lae'zel could fly but Astarion and Gale couldn't even see where to teleport. It's SO annoying that Dimension Door has to be a point you can see now, its whole thing in 5e was that you didn't need to.

Whenever Gale brings up exploding himself I wanna do that Archer slap fest bit to him. Buddy, no, we are ALL getting out of this alive!

Up we go to the brain of the bad bitch herself and THE BIGGEST TRAITOR BITCH!!!!!! okay but bringing out the dream visitors to fight was cool. Seems Aldiirn's got reverted to the default drow dude (he should have had similar green skiin and short white hair) and I'm guessing the others are just kinda like, stock random ones. Looks like they are all human female. Would have been nice to see ones tailored for each companion you bring. Then they can all chide each other later like "so THAT'S what you find attractive?" hehe

Remember I stole that runepowder bomb from Wulbren? Yeah, I brought it with me as a parting gift for Emperor. Threw the bomb at its feet and then KA-BOOM!!!!! Wiped out Empy, all the Guardians, and fucked up everything else INCLUDING ALDIIRN. I have no idea WHAT happened -- maybe Emperor's shield of thralls??? -- because I'm certain he was behind Lae'zel when she threw & exploded the bomb and she was kind. Aldiirn just fucking dropped dead behind her. I just laughed and rolled with it, Astarion got Aldiirn back on his feet.

Fight was good, the most annoying bit were the Mindflayers and Dominating Aylin AGAIN. I swear to got that woman can never pass a WIS save.

And then when we got to the unshakeable will of the netherbrain???? Lae'zel fucking shredded it with 9 attacks. Astarion gets a crit with an Arrow of Aberration Slaying (but no sneak attack). It's hanging on by a thread.

Aldiirn enters.

"TWIT"

"TWAT"

"TWERP"

fucking. Vicious Mockeried the BBEG to death. The most legendary goddamn move a Bard can ever do. No other bard I play will ever top that.

Down she goooooes and oh fuck everyone's getting fucked from the tadpoles dying in their heads

And then... silence. it's over. Aldiirn has his cute face back I wanted to sob seeing it again. I really expected more consquences for taking the Astral tadpole but... still, I wanted him to survive and enjoy the rest of his life.

But of course there were still things to go wrong.

Lae'zel and Orpheus, I couldn't let Lae'zel devote her life to another cult and endless war when she could have her own freedom, forge her own destiny, so I persuaded her to stay on Faerun. Orpheus went and committed sudoku which, eh, tbh I feel like he was weak willed for that. It does feel a bit like everything done to free Orpheus was for naught but Lae'zel deserves a chance to live her own life.

Side note, I was amused that Aldiirn apparently still had his Illithid Expertise feature as that was his source of Persuasion Expertise at the end heh.

continuing the mood of "fuck doing anymore quests" I told Gale to leave the crown in the river... completely fucking forgetting that Mystra was gonna remove the orb in exchange for it afhdjkfsd. I like to think it keeps Aldiirn awake at night sometimes. "why did he listen to me. why hasn't he gone back for it. all our brains were fried right then why couldn't any of you make your own decisions." lmao.

and POOR ASTARION. Just fucking fried right there in the beautiful sun. Gale's like "well we'll never see him again" UH BRO WHAT??? PLEASE JUST HOLD THE OTHER END OF THIS FUCKING TARP SO WE CAN GET HIM INSIDE SOMEWHERE. Thooouuughhh I headcanon that Aldiirn cast Darkness on Astarion and tell him to hold on while another pressing matter ignites...

Karlach, baby, noooo!!! Promising to be with Karlach at the end is the only reason Aldiirn wouldn't immediately chase after Astarion and, yeah. Aaa my eyes were tearing so much. I thought back to her post-Gortash breakdown and was like, "karlach. you want to live. you SHOULD get to live. Go with Wyll to Avernus."

Kicking demon ass never looked so good. I figure, there's some hellish real estate opening, those two should look into it, and the REAL celebration party should be at the House of Hope so everyone can be there. :D

Aldiirn would have gone with Karlach and Wyll, but he's needed on this plane.

God, Astarion looks so hollow when he mentions losing his time in the sun. Aldiirn wants that back for him so badly, but also needs a fucking break from adventuring. I headcanon that reverting the partial illithid transforation was not a clean cut thing by any measure and Aldiirn has a longer road to recovery ahead of him. But he's not gonna sit idle. There's thousands of vampire spawn in is home, the Underdark, that need guidance, and just maybe a bardy bard is just the type needed to inspire them to band together. Aldiirn's gotta know of a large enough abandoned megadungeon that could house them all while they work to support themselves. And then, when he's in good enough shape, Aldiirn will find a way for Astarion to bask in the sun again.

#crowbar plays bg3 #aldiirn bg3

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yuria1 · 2 years

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Ok i think i have ascended to new levels of simp with this guy, i have never simped as hard for anyone than i do for this toxic ratman like pls even him killing me will be a blessing at this point

Ughh smoke into my mouth . Blow a ring and i'll suck it up istg😩👌

Like why is everything he does so fucking suave like pls even him looking in my general direction will bring me to my knees

Omg i cant even- i would literally beg him to fuck me right then and there i dont care if he brought me there for business, as punishment for not paying up for something, or whatever it is. If i see him i'm gone. My brain is mush. He could very well kill me afterwards for the audacity of what i'm asking but i'd still ask. Let him kill me, at least he looked at me like this i'd die happy.

He'd be so done with me but if i somehow got under his employment like fuck it i'd try to compliment him whenever i can on whatever i can. He holdin a sigarette? Compliment his pretty, long fingers. Looking to the right? Compliment his side profile. I'd compliment his arms, wrists, legs, shoulders, scar(obviously), eyes (either or both), hecc even his ass (and if by some miracle i haven't been killed yet i probably would then lmao) and i'd love every second of it.

He'd probably (and hopefully) take notice of me not kidding very fast and if he hasn't killed me i assume either doesn't mind or is into it as well and either would be fine tbh.. but the last is preferred ofc~

Alskd but me being the simp i am i would definetly jump in front of him before any danger could befall him during fights or scuffles and if he got even a little attached to me he'd berate me for it (which i'd love) like yes for you i'd be anything lmao

Thats probably also why i'd ask again at that point with him hopefully saying yes XD although he'd definetly look at me weird. Like "seriously? Is this woman still going on about that?" Has she seen my eye?

Alskdk but look at him you cannot not want to idk what he's going on about but i actually prefer him without the concealer and i'd tell him as such.

Like ugh even when chocked he is way too hot 😩✋ whats wrong with me. If this wasn't a trauma point for him i'd choke him very lovingly any day.. hecc maybe i still will if he somehow turned the trauma into a weird form of kink

But silco dying though, i would not let that happen at all. Like i'd probably find a way to bring him to a doctor or something and try and save his life lmao..

And my brain still refuses to believe this scene happened at all btw XD. Like in my head jinx just went back, found that her bullets didn't leave him that wounded, just knocked tf out from bloodloss, but still alive. And she'd just rush him to singed's like he'd done for her once. . Yeah i'm in denial and i can't get up. But what can u do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyhow that was my weirdly long TED-talk on how much i simp for silco. Thank you for listening and i'm sorry for anyone actually reading this far lmao i've made this way too long

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liaslight · 3 years

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PRETTY LITTLE THING

Pairing: Drummer!Iwaizumi Hajime x Fan!fem reader

Summary: After attending a concert of the famous "Seijoh 4", reader gets invited to the band's after party. Reader hits it off with the band's drummer, Iwaizumi and the night progresses into something more. ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP (POST TIME-SKIP)

Content Warnings: Pining, use of alcohol, sex under the influence, choking, praise, degradation, vaginal sex, fingering, hard dom Iwa, cursing, hair pulling. Please let me know if I missed anything:)

Word Count: 5.6k. This wasn't supposed to be this long but I got carried away.

A/N: This is my piece for Anilysium's 'Bad to the Bone' collab. Please check out the masterlist of the collab to see the work of the other authors and artists:)

This picture of Iwa was my inspo for this fic, so feel free to check it out! I may write a part 2 for this idk.

University was honestly a bust. After attending classes for 5 hours your brain had officially turned into mush and you were exhausted to the bone. You lived off-campus with your best friend and your place was about 20 minutes away from uni. On your bus ride home, you proceeded to follow your daily routine of listening to your favorite band, the “Seijoh Four”.

As soon as you hit play, the gentle strumming of the guitar filled your ears. As the intensity of the strumming increased, you heard the hauntingly beautiful voice of the lead singer, Oikawa Tooru. You knew nothing about the technicalities of music but you had a feeling in your gut that he hit all the notes perfectly. And then you heard it. The low but steady thumping of the drums. As the throbbing sound rose, you felt your heart jump in your chest. You loved the beat of the drums, especially when played by Iwaizumi Hajime. Somehow, whenever you heard him play, you felt a sudden jolt of adrenaline flow through your veins where your heart was filled with a sense of gallantry. It made you feel as though you could rule the world and freedom was in the palm of your hands.

Your body was buzzing with excitement and it felt as though all your exhaustion washed away with the music. This is why you loved them - The Seijoh Four. But it was clear you had a favorite and that had to be the drummer, Iwaizumi. His artistry made you feel free of the shackles of your everyday life and for that you were grateful to him, even if you never met him. His music made you crave danger, and live life like a reckless teenager.

Sometimes you thought you were just a little too obsessed with him. There was a part of you that knew you were being too delusional, but you couldn’t help but wonder what kind of man Iwaizumi was. Was he like his music? Strong, adventurous yet steady. His physique certainly indicated that. He had the best arms you had ever seen on a man. Filled with intricate tattoos, they allured you and beckoned you to be trapped in this web. You remembered the video you saw of him playing the drums, his arms moving at an unimaginable speed, head bobbing with the rhythm of the music. He looked beautiful, rugged and definitely rough on the edges, but beautiful nonetheless.

You had to snap out of this. Everytime you heard their music, you thought of Iwaizumi and then your mind wandered down the never-ending spiral of knowing what Iwaizumi would feel like. You always prided yourself in being a logical person, you never let your emotions get the best of you, so how is it that this man, who you have never even met, managed to make you feel like you would combust from the inside. You dragged your thoughts away from him and tried to think of what you would do when you got home. You managed to distract yourself for now, burdened with the thoughts of billions of assignments you had to finish.

You heaved a sigh of relief as you finally got home. You dropped your bag and fell flat on the bed. You felt your eyes close shut and soon your body followed. But right before you could fall asleep, you felt the bed shift and when you opened your eyes, your best friend and roommate - Olivia, was staring right at you. And then she screamed. Startled, you got up with a jolt and looked at her in surprise. “What happened? Is something wrong? Why did you scream?” you frantically asked her.

Olivia started to jump around the room, squealing in excitement. “Bitch! You’re not gonna believe what I have. After this, you will have to admit that I am the greatest friend ever” she was practically screeching at this point. You rolled your eyes, “Well I won't know unless you tell me right?” And then you noticed that she seemed to be hiding something behind her back.

“Okay... okay sooooo...., I got us tickets to ‘The Seijoh Four’s’ show this Friday!!!” she squealed. “Oh-my-god no way! How did you manage to do that?! Oh my god, I can’t believe it!” you were screaming and shaking with excitement.

“Annnd that’s not all. So remember I told you about Kuroo, the guy from my economics class? Well he is friends with the band members and he has passes to the afterparty and he’s cool with the both of us tagging along. Do you believe that?! Omg, we could probably meet the band!!” she said excitedly. You didn’t quite know how to react. You were excited, obviously, but your mind immediately wandered to being able to see Iwaizumi up close and you felt a buzz through your body. You pulled Olivia in a bone crushing hug.“Thank you, thank you so much! This is honestly the best piece of news I’ve heard all week and it’s just what I needed.”

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Friday couldn’t come any faster. You and Liv were excited to say the least and had planned everything, including your outfits. Your classes seemed to be moving slower than usual, or maybe it was just because your mind was filled with thoughts of the concert. You always felt connected to their music and to think you were going to actually hear it live sent shivers down your spine. And then there was the after party. The more you mulled over it, the more nervous you became. Would you actually get to talk to them? What would the members be like? You didn’t think they would be arrogant since they were a very underground band, but you can never tell with things like these. Most importantly, you wondered what he would be like. There was a huge possibility that you wouldn’t really be able to see him, but your mind couldn’t help but wander to the possibility that you could.

You snap out of your thoughts by the professor’s voice booming through the lecture hall. He spoke about the assigned work for this lecture and finally ended the class. This was your last class and as you walked out of the classroom the realisation hit you that today was Friday and in a few hours you would be at the concert. Not being able to contain your excitement, you hurried back to catch the bus ride home. The next few hours were spent with you and Liv gushing about how amazing tonight was going to be as the both of you dressed up for the night.

It was surreal. The concert hadn’t even started yet but all you could say was that it was surreal. The flashing lights, the band setting up their equipment, the crowd thrumming with excitement, all of it felt exhilarating. Some might say you sounded like a little kid, excited over something like a concert as though it was your first, but this was special to you. They were special to you. Their music helped you find your slice of heaven and now you get to see it right in front of you.

Liv and Kuroo stood beside you, talking to each other animatedly about how beautiful the set up was, but their voice was just a distant humming for you. You were too far gone in this euphoric sensation to make sense of others around you.

And then, it happened. The lights in the small concert hall went out. All eyes turned to the stage where the band stood, shrouded in darkness. A bright blue light shone on the lead singer, Oikawa and the crowd shrieked with excitement. The crowd was engulfed in silence as soon as he spoke. Oikawa started to belt out the first lyrics of the song, his soft, smooth voice filling all your senses at once.

All of a sudden, the entire stage was lit and the band began to play the song in all its glory. You felt the elation of the small but cheering crowd. Your eyes searched the stage till you saw him. Iwaizumi wore a white vest with black baggy pants. His body moved with energy as he banged the drums with all his might. His hair was sticking up wildly and his head shook with the flow of the music. And then he looked at the crowd and flashed them a smile. You were mesmerised. Starstruck.

It was as though the music had taken control of your body. You swayed, jumped and shrieked along with the crowd, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your body. There was a feeling of jubilation in the crowd as if they were both firmly solid on the ground and levitating all at once. You felt electrified and at peace at the same time. Your senses soaked the music in, gulping it and feeling it flow through your veins. You had never felt like this. You were high off the music, you were flying. You looked at Liv and smiled as you threw your head back and swayed your body with the rhythm. You knew it in your bones, you’d never forget this night.

Three hours of pure heaven. That’s what the concert felt like. And now it is over, but the night was hardly over for you. As you drove to the club where the after party was being held, Kuroo told Liv and you about how he knew the band. He met them when they were in highschool. He said they always had a passion for music and had been working on it since he knew them. You wanted to know more about Iwaizumi but you didn’t question him because you didn’t want to seem like you were prying.

As Kuroo recalled stories of his childhood, you tried your best to calm your nerves. You tried not to think about how you would react if you spoke to them.

After a 30 minute drive, you finally reached the club. Liv noticed how tense you were. “Hey babe listen, I know you’re freaking out, but remember we’re here to party and have a great time. So let’s do that, yeah?” she said while pulling you in for a side hug. You felt your nerves slowly dissipate. You were here to party and that’s exactly what you were going to do. God knows you desperately needed that.

Kuroo showed his passes to the bouncer and the three of you were ushered into the club. The strobing lights and the smell of alcohol and sweat overpowered all your senses at once. You saw the bar and decided to make a beeline for it, but before you could go any further, Kuroo stopped you. “Let’s go to the VIP section, the band’s party is up there” he said. You and Liv followed him up a set of stairs and before you knew it you were in the VIP section.

It was relatively quieter than the rest of the club and the area in general looked very posh and comfortable. There was a bar on the left side and the loud music of the club was audible, but slightly muted, as though a veil had been cast over it. You looked around, trying to find the band but it seemed like they weren’t here yet. You let out a sigh of relief tinged with a hint of disappointment.

The night was going well, way beyond your expectations. After getting a few drinks in, you and Liv let loose and lost yourself in the music. You danced wildly, like you hadn’t in years. The both of you belted out the lyrics of the songs while moving against each other. Kuroo had left the both of you alone for a while, saying he was going to talk to some of his friends for a bit.

You leaned down to Liv’s ear and said, “I’m gonna get us something to drink, my throat is parched. Do you want something?” She shook her head and said, “I’m gonna go talk to Kuroo for a bit, so you’ll be okay being alone for a while?” You nodded, “yeah sure, go ahead. I’m gonna get something to drink and rest for a bit.”

You swayed towards the bar and sat on one of the stools. You needed some water before you had any alcohol right now. You asked the bartender for a bottle of water and gulped it down as soon as you got it. “You seem to dance really well. Are you a professional?” a deep voice asked you. You turned around and found Iwaizumi Hajime sitting on the stool beside you, looking straight at you. Your mind went blank for a second, it’s like you couldn’t process what was happening right now. There was a voice in your head which told you to stop staring at him and not make a fool of yourself. But you were in complete shock. Somehow, you managed to gather your wits together and said, “Uhm no, I’m not a professional but t-thank you for the compliment.” His gaze was piercing and you quivered under it. “I’m Iwaizumi”, he said while extending a hand out. You shook his hand back and replied, “Yes of course I know. Uh I mean I attended your concert.” His eyes seemed to hold contact with you unrelentingly. “I’m Y/N.” You wish you wouldn’t stutter so much but you just couldn’t believe that he was talking to you.

You were a pretty little thing, Iwaizumi thought. From the moment he saw you dancing on the floor, hips swaying wildy with the beat, he was awestruck. And then he saw you heading towards the bar and he knew this was his chance to start a conversation with you. Maybe it was your stuttering or the way you couldn’t stop staring at him that gave away the fact that you were clearly a fan. That thought excited him, maybe even slightly stroked his ego. Your nervous stutter and the way you kept avoiding his eyes was so darn cute.

“So, how’d you like the concert?” he asked. “Oh, it was brilliant. I enjoyed every second of it. My favorite part was when you guys played the second set. It has got to be one of the best performances I’ve seen live” you replied animatedly. So you were a hardcore fan, even better. It’s rare to find fans who are so invested in the details of the show and he enjoyed hearing you complimenting their work.

“Thank you, that makes me feel reassured since I was a bit nervous before the show. But your compliment has to be the highlight of my day” he replied with a crooked grin. “O-oh, I’m glad” you shyly replied while ducking your head. You were so clearly flustered by whatever he did, he was enjoying every second of it.

“Did you come here alone y/n?” he said. He had to know if you were with someone because you were too beautiful to not make a move on. “I came with two of my friends, they’re over there” you said while pointing towards a boy and a girl standing in the corner of the bar. He saw the black spiky hair and realized you were pointing towards Kuroo. “Oh! You know Kuroo?” he asked. Please don’t be Kuroo’s girlfriend, he thought. “Not exactly, he’s my best friend’s classmate and he knew we liked your band, so he got us tickets to the party” you replied. He released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. So you were fair game.

“Aah makes sense. So tell me about yourself y/n” he asked. You were nervous, but not as much as before. For some reason you felt safe around him. “I’m a literature student and I have no clue what else I want to do with my life yet” you replied while shaking your head. “Literature? Wow. Why don’t I buy you a drink and you can tell me about what it’s like studying literature” he replied while scooting his stool closer to yours.

The proximity was making your head swim, he smelled good. You didn’t want your mind going in such directions, especially when you were talking to one of your favorite artists, but you couldn’t help yourself, not when he was so close to you. “I will take you up on that drink but being a literature student is a pain in the ass is all. There’s nothing fun to it” you tried to respond with a little more confidence. You were not a fool, you knew Iwaizumi was flirting with you, at least you hoped he was.

While he spoke to the bartender, you looked at him. Gosh was he beautiful. He changed his outfit after the concert. Now he wore a black tank with black cargo pants and heavy lace-up boots. Like always, you couldn’t keep your eyes off his tattoos, they seemed to draw you in. He noticed you staring. “Do you like them?” he asked, referring to his tattoos. You were embarrassed that he caught you staring and felt your cheeks heat up. “Yeah, they’re beautiful. Do they have any special meanings behind them?” you asked. “Some do, but I got some of them just because they looked good,” he replied.

You saw an intricate pattern of an S with a 4 entwined in it. Without thinking, your hand moved forward to touch it. “Is this a symbol for the band?” you asked as though in a daze. A second later you realized what you just did and you were embarrassed to say the least. “I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done that, it just looked really beautiful” you replied. God now he’s going to think you are so weird for doing that and have definitely ruined your chance with him. But you were in for a surprise when he just shook his head and laughed lightly. “It’s alright. Yeah the whole band got matching tattoos the day we released our first song. And I don’t mind you touching my tattoos” he replied while fixing you with his stare. It seemed as though the whole mood in the room shifted and now you were aware of the tension between the two of you. You sipped your drink, while trying to calm yourself down. Oh god how were you supposed to respond to that. Luckily you didn’t have to.

Iwaizumi stood up and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him, “would you like to dance?” he asked. This was really happening. Your mind really didn’t have time to process this. You mumbled a yes in a daze. He guided you to the dance floor and the music hit you with the realization that you were here, dancing with Iwaizumi Hajime.

He twirled you around, swaying your bodies with the music. You were happy. You felt as though your whole body was on fire and you were drunk on him. He smiled at you while pulling you close to him. “Is this okay?” he asked while putting his hands on your waist. You nodded and said, “it’s more than okay.” The song that was playing was sensual, at least it was in your head. Maybe it was the drinks, or the song, or just the presence of Iwaizumi, but you felt a surge of confidence flow through you. You turned around, your back against his front, and slowly slithered down against him. As you slid back up, his hands on your waist pulled you against him. He started swaying his body along with yours while his head rested on the crook of your neck. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered in your ears. The sensation of his breath against your neck made you shiver in his arms. His fingers kept drawing light circles on your skin.

You felt dizzy, it was like there was a fog of lust blanketing the both of you. You needed him, god you craved him. His touch was driving you crazy. You felt his lips lightly touch the skin behind your ears. You heard him ask, “Are you okay with this?” You were so drunk on this, you didn’t think you were capable of forming a coherent answer. Yet, you replied with a soft yes but it came out like a broken moan. His hands gripped your waist tighter and flipped you around so that you were facing him. You were met with his lust filled gaze and he was so…so goddamn close. You could feel his breath on your lips and if you moved slightly forward, you knew they’d touch. You felt one of his hands slowly slide up the length of your body as it came to rest on your throat. His thumb pulled at your bottom lip while he rested his forehead against yours. His voice was breathless as he asked, “do you want to get out of here?”

Iwaizumi was staying in a hotel temporarily, a few minutes away from the club. You texted Liv that you had gone out with Iwaizumi and promised to explain everything later.

While he hailed a cab, Iwaizumi clasped your hand tightly. You were nervous as to what was going to happen but you wanted this. You have never wanted a man as much as you did with Iwaizumi. The chemistry between the two of you felt like gasoline, one spark and it would light up in flames. Maybe you would get caught in it, but you didn’t care.

As the two of you got in the cab, Iwaizumi started to sense your nerves. He caressed your hand, trying to soothe you. “If you’re not okay with this then we can stop anytime, we don’t have to do anything. We can just talk and hang out with each other” he said. You were so in awe of him. He was respectful and the perfect gentleman. “I’m fine Iwaizumi, I want this just as much as you” you replied while scooting closer to him.

“Just call me Iwa,” he whispered. He was staring right at you and you felt your heart lurch. The effect he had on you was crazy. He could ask you to do anything. Anything at all and you would gladly do it for him.

The cab ride was pure torture. Your hands were clasped together but the both of you wanted so much more. His fingers caressing your arms caused goosebumps to erupt on your skin and you were losing your mind.

The walk from the elevator to Iwa’s room has to be the most sexually charged moment you have ever experienced. Iwa opened the door and you entered with your nerves all over the place. He shut the door as soon as you were inside and pushed you against it. “I can’t take this anymore, I need you” he said while his arms caged you. He leaned forward until your lips were lightly brushing against each other. You both stayed that way for a few seconds, breathing hard against each other, waiting to see who would lose first. You tried. You really tried to hold on for longer but your senses were overpowered with the feel of him. You pulled him by his tank and smashed your lips against his. He kissed you back passionately, drinking you in everytime your lips touched. He kept moving forward till there was no space between the two of you, your chest touching his. His hands ran over the back of your thighs till he lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your skirt bunching up as his hips touched yours. One of his hands wrapped around your hair, tilting your head to the side, giving him access to your neck.

He nibbled on your neck, slow at first but then biting into the skin. You mewled at the sensation. You could feel all of him. His hips pressing into yours and his lips on your skin. You were burning up, feverish with lust. You grabbed onto his shoulders, your hands fisting around his tank. “I want you. Now, Iwa.” you demanded.

Instead of responding, he walked the both of you towards the bed and then dropped you on it. You leaned against the headboard, feeling like a prey about to be feasted by the predator. His eyes never left yours as he came closer and closer till there was nothing left between the two of you. His fingers fiddled with the hem of your top as he said, “take this off for me, pretty girl.” It was like he had you under a spell where you felt compelled to listen to him. You held eye contact as you slowly lifted your top and threw it over your head.

He pulled you on top of him and started to leave little bites all over your neck and chest. His hands fiddled with the hook of your bra and then he flicked it open. The straps fell loosely around your shoulders and Iwa pulled them off completely while peppering your shoulder with kisses. His eyes went feral as he saw your breasts bared in front of him. His hand wrapped itself around your neck, putting just enough pressure to feel good and make you breathless. His lips found your left breast and you moaned at the sensation. He lightly bit your nipple while maintaining his hold on your neck. You felt euphoric. The lack of air mixed with the feeling of his lips had you grinding on him. Your hips moved on their own accord as you felt his hard-on pressing against your core.

His hand left your neck, giving you time to breathe. He started to move your waist on him, helping you grind against him. “Do you feel that? That’s how much I want you” he said while twisting your right nipple between his fingers. “A-ah! That feels so g-g-good Iwa” you moaned out. You pulled at his tank till he got the hint and pulled it off in one smooth move. He was gorgeous. You couldn’t stop yourself from running your hands all over him, especially his sculpted torso. You started to kiss his neck while your hand slid down the valley of his abs all the way to his bulging hard-on. But before you could do anything, his hand clasped your wrist and stopped you. “Wait” he said.

He moved you both to the edge of the bed and told you to stand up. You were confused but you did what he asked. He slowly started to unzip your skirt while looking up at you. Once your skirt was unzipped, it pooled around your legs. He slowly slid his hands up your legs, his fingertips brushing your inner thigh. The teasing was driving you mad and you needed him to touch you. He stopped at the apex of your inner thigh and gently kissed your clit through your panties. You jerked at the sudden sensation and grabbed his hair. He ran his index finger over your slit and you felt like your legs would give out at any moment. “I can feel how wet you are through your panties. Tell me how badly you want me to touch you” he commanded. His voice sends shivers down your spine. “Mm-mmh god all I can think of is your touch. I need this Iwa, please” you pleaded, while peering into his eyes.

He slid your panties down your legs and got down on his knees. You kicked them aside as soon as they touched the floor. He lifted your right leg and rested it on his shoulder and started to pepper it with kisses from the calf to the inner thigh. He nipped at your inner thigh and you felt his nose brush against your clit. The little contact had you keening and you thrust your hips towards his face. He started to kitten lick your slit. While his thumb drew light circles on your clit. “I-Iwa please, stop teas-” you stopped mid sentence as he dived into your pussy. He ate you out like you were his last meal. His tongue moved in and out of your hole and his thumb started to rub your clit with more fervor. You could feel yourself reaching the edge and your thighs started to tremble in his hold. He pulled his mouth off of you and slowly inserted his middle finger inside you. “I can feel you clenching around my finger. Don’t cum yet baby” he commanded. He inserted a second finger and started to thrust them in and out of you. You were so wet. You could hear the squelching sound of his fingers and your inner thighs were sticky with your slick. “God, look at that. You’re fucking dripping all over my fingers” he said patronisingly. He crooked his fingers inside you, making a come-hither motion. You felt him rub your spot inside and you were screaming at the sensation. “A-ah I- please! I’m..oh god” you mumbled incoherently. “Shh-shh s’okay I got you baby. Go on, cum for me” he whispered. Your whole body shuddered as you came apart on his fingers. Your hole fluttered uncontrollably on his fingers and your legs gave out from the force of your orgasm.

While coming down from your orgasm, Iwa rubbed your back to calm you down. After a few seconds, you sat down on the edge of the bed. Iwa stood in front of you and stroked your hair. You pulled him closer by the belt loops of his pants and started to unbutton them while looking up at him. He kept stroking your hair and looked at you with desire in his eyes as you pulled his pants down. You palmed him through his boxers, intimated by the size of him. He pulled away from you and slowly slid his boxers off, kicking them aside along with his pants. He was big. Your pussy clenched at the thought of taking all of him and you gulped.

He walked towards you, and lifted you by the waist. You clung to him, kissing him passionately. He sat down on the bed and positioned you on top of him. While the both of you kissed, you felt him positioning his length against your hole. You slightly lifted yourself up while your hands were on his shoulders for support. You looked down at where he was lined up against you, your wetness coating his tip. He lifted your chin up with his fingers and said, “I want your eyes on me the whole time. Got it?” You nodded while looking straight at him.

He pulled you down on him in a one swift movement and your eyes widened as you took all of him at once. He was just so big. You felt like you were being split in two. “Y-you’re so bi-big Iwa” you whined. “And you’re gonna take all of me like a good girl aren’t you?” he said. You nodded and started to move up and down his length while holding eye contact like he asked. “M-mh you feel so good baby. Keep moving, yeah just like that. Such a good fucking girl” he said. His praise egged you on and you started to move faster, wanting to please him. He was so deep inside you, you could feel him inside your gut. You felt your eyes dropping, feeling drunk on his cock. Your eyes shut and your mouth fell open, moaning about how good he felt.

You felt a light slap on your cheek. “I told you to keep your eyes on me, didn’t I? You’re so fucking cock drunk you can’t follow a simple command?” he scoffed. “M’sorry Iwa, it j-just feels so so good” you mumbled incoherently.

All of a sudden you were flipped over and found yourself on your back with Iwa on top of you. He pushed your thighs to your chest and started to thrust inside you at an unimaginable speed. You were seeing stars. He was so so deep. The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud and the smell of sex filled the room. Your slick was dripping everywhere. You felt an intense sensation building up inside you. This was different, you knew it was. It overwhelmed all your senses and you couldn’t think. “I-Iwa I’m oh! Fuck I’m gonna aah-” you moaned out while squirting all over his cock. Your whole body shook and quaked.

“F-fuck! That’s it, the baby. Squirt all over my cock. I’m close, m’gonna fill this pretty pussy up. You’d like that wouldn’t you? My pretty little thing” he babbled while thrusting in you like a madman. Iwa painted your walls with his cum and you felt warmth spread all over your body. He collapsed over you and the both of you breathed hard while coming down from your peaks.

Iwa cleaned you up and ran a bath for you. After helping you bathe, he wrapped you in towels and laid you down on his bed, caressing your hair. The unanswered question of what happens next lingered in the air and you worried at the thought of whether you were just a one-night stand to Iwa. You tried to come up with something to say without sounding desperate.

Iwa slid under the covers beside you and pulled you against him. “Would you like to have breakfast with me tomorrow?” he asked with a sweet sleepy smile on his face. You replied with a yes. You were content. It wasn’t much, but for now breakfast was perfect.

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#haikyuu smut #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi hajime x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu collab #anilysium server collab #lia’s collabs👀#lia’s works

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AAAA omg i just binged all your fics and your writing is so .. .. makes me speechless and gives me butterflies :>> if youre still taking req for the 1K event could you do itadori pleasepleass and congrats on 1K 🥰❣️❣️

please that’s so cute i love you. and of course i can!!! i hope you enjoy

1k Event ━ Itadori Yuuji

itadori’s general personality; idk if y’all watched the recent episode or not but mans pulled a teacher’s pants down. then ran away with them. do i need to say more? i think that, yes, yuuji’s actions are, nine times out of ten, super immature, but he himself? i highly believe he’s really wise. like deep down somewhere yk? aside the obvious trauma he’s experienced, being orphaned and then his grandpa, the only family he had left, dying, he also was thrust into a whole new world of curses and evil and the supernatural on the same night. i don’t think we give yuuji enough credit for staying as calm and strong minded as he did when first hearing about the curses and then seeing them, fighting them, eating one’s finger. he comes off as really nonchalant about it, but i really think he’s just that unfazed by it. it’s kinda like how life sometimes goes really bad that when it throws something else at you you don’t even try to deflect you just accept it. i always make these so sad but! i promise you, yuuji isn’t!!! if anything, he’s really optimistic and has such large potential to grow as a person and as a jujutsu sorcerer. which brings me to my point of yuuji being really, and i mean really, smart. not just books wise, because i’m not sure if it’s canon or not but i see him as an A student, but he’s also just generally intelligent. you see him being really eager to learn, as well as being a fast learner, and idk how that can’t amaze anyone?? he’s gone through so much in such little time, and he has this huge responsibility thrust upon him, but he still remains level minded, still lets himself be excited, even if it’s about learning to fight, and he still remains the same person he is at his core. i genuinely believe there is so much more to yuuji than it seems. he’s not some airhead or just some goofball with comedic relief purposes. he is a badass, and he is so selfless and giving and so passionate. would you eat a centuries old finger to save the world? yeah exactly hmf

motivation; well, it’s pretty explicit in the show. he says constantly that he knows he’s the only one capable of maintaining sukuna, and the only one that can take up this responsibility. he feels this sort of duty towards the world, to give it whatever he can. he’s not sure why, because all it’s ever been is cruel to him, but still. he’s incredibly selfless like that. he is so good. so, so good at his core. i think a main motivation would be that desire to feel a sense of purpose. towards you, however, that’s a different story. he’s actually an airhead when it comes to you because any time he finds himself in your presence his brain turns to mush and his thoughts get all fuzzy and cloudy and he cannot think for the life of him. but he loves your little touches, when you brush at his hair, or squeeze him tightly after a mission telling him how relieved you are to see him alive and well. he lives for that stuff, eats it up like candy, and he just wants more, more, more, of of that fuzzy feeling in his brain and lungs.

itadori’s love language; oh i actually think yuuji would be so bad at saying ‘i love you,’ and that has love language is most definitely quality time and physical touch. so clingy!! but in such an endearing way. whenever he spots you anywhere he yells out your name and comes barreling towards you, picking you up and spinning you around. loves to hold hands with you as you’re just standing there and swinging your arms around. will hug you from behind and start dancing literally anywhere you are. location does not matter. but also!!! he loves, loves, loves spending every waking hour with you. loves to wake up next to you, shower with you in the morning, make faces at the mirror at you while you both brush your teeth. loves having a pumpkin carving competition, or a gingerbread house baking competition, or facetiming you till you both pass out. he just. loves you so much.

itadori’s preferred dates; carnival dates where he can win you all the stuffed animals, hiking, nighttime beach swims, mini golf, a night in with competitive board games

kissing itadori; always takes you by surprise, even if he tells you beforehand. it always feels like it’s your first time kissing him because it’s nerve wracking in the same way it’s exciting. tastes like pure happiness.

what being with itadori feels like; sneaking out to meet your significant other at late hours, the rush and excitement of it all leaving you high and giddy

#1k event #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanon #yuji itadori x reader #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #yuuji headcanons #jjk headcanons

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fandomn00blr · 3 years

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Day 72

of @the-wip-project’s 100 Days of Writing

Do you have filler scenes in your WIPs? How do you fill them?

I tend to think of all my stories as filler, if we’re going by the ‘slice of life’ or ‘seemingly unimportant moments’ between the Big Events in people’s lives definition of that term. I like writing within the drudgery of everyday life, I guess? Like, cool...you saved the world. But who does the dishes?

The things I’m less excited to write, that actually feel like filler to me, are the transitional ‘summary’ paragraphs to try and contextualize these interactions and to get me from one of these little moments or scenes to the next. The big epic events that allow my characters to eventually get to the issue of who will be doing the dishes...I just really struggle to sit down and write those kinds of things.

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I got tagged by @blarrghe and @noire-pandora today for WIP Wednesday (thank you both!), and I’ve been feverishly trying to draft a quick one-shot after seeing this brilliant post cross my dash again and being suddenly inspired...to cry a little, I guess?

So here’s some Loghain and Stroud* in the Deep Roads together again, 15 years after Inquisition I guess?, for one final Stroghainoff adventure:

"It's not really you, though, is it?” Loghain mutters, more to himself than to the very life-like apparition of Stroud standing before him, mustache and all.

“Of course not.” Loghain answers his own question and turns away from the hallucination. “My mind has begun to go, it seems...I suppose it won't be long now..."

He continues trudging along, muttering to himself and following Maker-knows-what sense of direction he’s got left down here. He hasn’t decided if he’s trying to avoid the Darkspawn and the inevitable for as long as he can, or rush headlong toward them for a quick and brutal end. But he can’t seem to pinpoint the direction the Archdemon’s song is calling him to, so he supposes it doesn’t matter, anyway.

"Did you hear the one about the Grey Warden who packed up everything and moved to the Deep Roads?" the imaginary Stroud-ghost asks.

Loghain stops.

"He said it was his --"

"Don't," he whispers, shaking his head.

“That got a laugh out of you once.”

“The last thing I need down here is a Spirit -- or...or...whatever you are -- following me around and retelling his worst fucking jokes.”

"It's me, Old Man."

He finally turns back, peering at him again through the darkness. He seems more solid than before, but Loghain still doesn’t dare to reach out and try to touch him.

"My brain could have easily just conjured you up with the same terrible sense of humor that the real you had," he sneers.

"So what difference does it make, then?”

“Well, one of you was real, for starters.”

Stroud chuckles, and it’s perfectly infuriating, just as he remembers it. “A long time ago, I promised you that we'd do this together, didn’t I?"

"And you broke that promise when you decided to play the hero and stay behind in the Fade."

"You knew that I was already hearing my Calling then. I wouldn’t have been able to keep that promise, even if I hadn’t stayed behind." Stroud thoughtfully strokes his mustache. "But while I was there, I met some...spirits, I suppose. Justice. And he introduced me to Devotion...and Patience.”

Loghain watches him, looking for any kind of break in the illusion.

“How long has it taken you to catch up to me, Mac Tir?”

"Fifteen bloody years…" Loghain grumbles.

"Oh."

"Yes."

"And you've been alone this entire time?"

"Of course I have!"

"Loghain…” Stroud reaches for his hands, whispering, “I'm so sorry."

Loghain stares at his hands, being held by a ghost. A ghost whose thumbs rub circles into him the way Stroud always did whenever he had gotten lost in one of his many rants.

"I'd have taken care of you, you know?" Loghain blurts out.

Stroud smiles. "I know."

"I’d have held you through the nightmares. Force-fed you mush if I had to. And talked as much sense as I could into you for as long as you’d let me. And when the time came..."

"I know." He nods, pulling Loghain into the very real-feeling steadfast sturdiness of his embrace.

*This Stroud got left behind in the Fade, but like, IDK...who’s to say he, or at least some part of him, didn’t make it out of there somehow? Not me. I don’t know how any of this works.

The rest of this is just going to be them bickering and lots of bewildered letters from Orlesian Wardens regarding two old men seen fighting Darkspawn together before disappearing into a half-collapsed tunnel.

Tagging @serial-chillr, @pinkfadespirit, @paraparadigm, @cleverblackcat, @funkypoacher, @juniper-tree, @convenientcoma, and anyone else who has any art or writing or other WIPs you want to share!

#100daysofwriting #dragon age #stroghainoff #stroud/loghain #stroud #loghain #warden things #the calliing #loghain gets a hug #sorry i don't make the rules #ok wait i do #my writing #WIP #After Adamant...#is probably gonna be the title of this thing if/when i finish it #also sorry something broke when i edited it and it put everything out of order so it should be fixed now

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 29

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Feels like this story is flopping. Is it flopping? Idk. This chapter is 100% plot and it is spooky. Cursed demon box. Helpful Stephen Strange and grumpy Wong. Hovering Bruce and Tony. Loki being a honorary Gen-Z. Found family but make it ✨superheroes✨.

"That's a lot to unpack," Peter stated once I had given him the bare bones report of the situation at hand. "Uh, are you okay?" The boy was obviously upset at my predicament, placing a supportive hand on my shoulder.

"Kinda?" I offered, making space for Wanda and Pietro who decided to join me and Peter, away from the arguing adults. The mission discussion - an absolute disaster - started as soon as Peter had walked in. Evidently experienced in such matters, the boy ignored the bickering and came over to steal me from Bruce's clutches to peacefully finish his egg sandwich in the company of his peers.

"I wanted to ask if I could see your memory of that time," Wanda meekly offered me a piece of candy. I accepted it - sugar sweet sugar, how I love thee so! The witch continued with a smile: "I think it would be helpful to see what we're dealing with, magic-wise."

"Sure," I trusted her. "Just don't scramble what's left of my sanity, please," All of us laughed at my remark as I laid down on the cold floor with my head in Wanda's lap. Her powers felt like small brain zaps, tingles that began at the front of my forehead and ran down into my spine. I followed her instructions and thought about the times I remembered, finding the box, placing it into my closet, the nightmares. I had a mild headache by the time she was done; no grudges against her - Wanda tactfully avoided my private moments and looked only at the ones containing the artifact.

"You've gotten really good," I complimented her with pure adoration.

"Thank you," She blushed, smoothing back my stray hairs. "That stuff is really strong. I don't think you should go near the box," She admitted. "And Doc should take a look at you. You have a residue left. I don't think that's good either."

"Well, fuck," I said in muted resignation.

"Press F to pay respects," Pietro joked in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.

"Your luck is almost as bad as mine," Peter pointed out.

I scoffed. "Well, if I see any spiders around, I'll be sure to stay away in case they happen to be radioactive OsCorp runaways."

All of us laughed. Despite the grim situation, I didn't feel doomed. I was surrounded by friends and my boyfriends and my bestie who happened to be a mythical omnipotent god- welp, once again, I was getting too emotional. Once the adults were done arguing, we could start making sense of this mess and hopefully clean it up before the monster is out of the box.

"Mortals," I heard Loki scoff. The next moment, the Asgardian sat down noisily next to me, pout on full display. "This house is a nightmare."

His expression - or the accidental use of a meme - sent me completely, tension leaving my body via copious amounts of nearly hysterical laughter. Through tears and hiccups, I saw Wanda cackle with me and Peter show the meme in question to Loki, noting that he had been once sent to time-out on top of the fridge by Tony himself. Soon, all of us were laughing, much to the displeasure of the adults.

"Children, what is the issue?" Thor asked, irritated.

"We're just waiting for you to be done with arguing," I spoke before Loki could start bitching about Thor calling him a child. "Then I can show Steve and Loki where exactly have I buried the box so Stephen can take me to the healers and get this thing out of me or whatever," I pointed out the most logical plan of action.

Two long strides and the sorcerer was standing over me, boom-boom-whooshing and generally making very pretty golden patterns to appear and land on top of me. Tony and Bruce anxiously hovered behind him, both of my boys concerned and ready to mother-hen me. Ugh, so disgustingly adorable. Wanda's hand encompassed mine - she was nervous.

Stephen took a solid five-minute silence break before coming to a final conclusion. "Wong can get rid of the residual traces of the artifact's influence," The sorcerer announced curtly. "It's good you got rid of the artifact, a few more months and you would have started slipping into insanity if the magic within it was not released," He explained, slowly reaching out a hand to place it on top of my head. I wasn't sure if it was a gesture meant to bring comfort or another diagnostic test but leaned into the touch nonetheless. "Tell me, did you have any behavioral... Disturbances after...?" He trailed off.

I chewed on my lip, evaluating. "I honestly don't know. I've always been kind of an asshole," Honesty was the best policy. "Nothing seems out of order, sleepwalking aside."

"I see," Strange gave me a tight-lipped smile. "Perhaps, it was your stubborn nature that forbade the artifact from corrupting your mind completely. As evidenced by Captain Rogers, even undesirable character traits bring good into this world now and then."

That seemed a little bit hostile. I frowned, giving a questioning look to a frowning Loki.

"Speaking from experience?" Not the one to hold back upon witnessing first-grade bullshit, I withdrew from Stephen's touch, raising a sarcastic eyebrow.

Surprising everyone, the man laughed soundly, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I most certainly do," Shooting me a positively mischievous wink. I felt like I was missing something.

The room's inhabitants slowly ticked out in pairs and threes, eager to complete their assigned tasks. Loki had insisted on coming along to the sanctum with me, even almost getting up in Stephen's face, but Bruce - out of all people - managed to calm the Asgardian down, and together we convinced him his magic would be considerably more useful during the retrieval of the cursed box. Loki was worried - everyone with a pair of functional eyes could see that the spiky attitude was his way of showing he cared about me, which made my insides briefly turn to mush. I didn't expect him to take the title of my best friend so seriously and I definitely was not complaining.

Tony was the last to leave, jittery and shaky, clutching me like it was his last time seeing me, kissing me hungrily in front of everyone. The joke or two he made were weak ghosts of his usual sharp snark.

"I love you and I'll be back soon," I whispered into his ear, feeling him freeze and his fingertips dig almost painfully into my sides. Louder, I repeated: "Not planning on dying any time soon, y'all gotta chill. Let's go, doc?" I addressed the tall sorcerer who was tactfully pretending to be busy with his smartphone.

Wanda pressed a duffle bag into my hands mouthing "clean clothes" a split second before Stephen opened a portal and with a great deal of curiosity, I stepped through it, eyes immediately drawn to the dimly lit space filled with books and antiques. So many books, so many unusual trinkets. The chandelier that hung over our heads rivaled the ones I'd seen in million-dollar-homes of dad's friends.

"Follow me," Stephen extended an arm in the direction of a smaller door, "Please do not touch anything."

I walked a pace behind him, satisfying my curiosity by looking around like a child in a candy store. The air smelled different in the Sanctum, almost as familiar as Loki's magic but less frosty... Warmer. A dash of red fabric swished from somewhere towards me; I giggled. The Cloak of Levitation liked me - not nearly as much as it liked Peter though - so I brushed my fingertips along the fabric, greeting it quietly. Talking loudly in this building was out of the question. I felt like any moment, a disgruntled librarian would appear to chastise me for making noise.

"Strange," A short Asian man appeared, book in hand and looking none too happy. Guess that's the librarian... "I got your text. The room next to yours is prepared for the ritual," The man I assumed to be Wong gave me a curt nod in the way of greeting, doing a quick 180° and walking us back to a small but tastefully decorated room with a single cot in the middle. It was pleasantly warm, a small fire lit in the fireplace, willowy smoke of incense rising from a few strategically placed sticks.

"The bathroom is that way. I'm afraid you'll have to be fully nude for the procedure," Strange declared apologetically, pointing to a door hidden behind the divide.

I snorted, but of course, the weird voodoo shit would require me to be naked. Not that I was embarrassed or anything but still. Tony would have a field day. Locating a chair, I dumped my duffle bag on it, flying out of my hoodie and sweatpants in record time. My underwear and socks followed, feet unpleasantly chilly despite the carpeted floor. I ran a hand over the faint bruises on my hips, evidence of last night, fondly - either Tony or Stephen had left marks on my body and that was... It was great. I loved it, drugs or not.

I heard someone clear their throat and turned around, nearly cracking up at the way both men suddenly averted their gazes, blush riding high on their cheeks. I snorted: "I'm hot, what else is new?"

Wong shook his head, busying himself with some sort of a book; Stephen lingered, eyes fixated on the very same bruises. His tongue darted out, wetting the plush of his bottom lip, and damn, this wasn't the time to get horny. I shook my head and with that, the sorcerer caught himself too, mutely motioning me to lay down on the cot.

"Whenever you're done eye-fucking each other," Wong piped up sarcastically - wow, I liked this man already. Stephen grumbled something quiet and rude, provoking another snort from me.

I followed their instructions - shortly after the Asian man began reading - or rather singing - something in a language I didn't know, I felt myself fall into a deep sleep. Or, I thought I was falling asleep. At one point, my eyes opened to an empty room, a thin sheet covering my bare body, and a silence that made chills run down my spine.

"Stephen?" I called out. I sounded like I was underwater to my own ears. "Wong?"

I was met with silence so deafening, I had no choice but to sit up and look around. The fire was burning strong in the fireplace, several logs blackened from it as sparks flew. It took a second for me to realize it made no sound - there was no crackling. Something was very wrong, the dread was creeping up on me.

Very familiar dread.

With the sheet firmly wrapped around me, I hopped off the cot, suddenly noticing the drawings on my arms, my legs. I was covered in runes similar to the ones I had seen on the cursed box - and my memories weren't missing. As clear as day, I recalled messing around with the box, debating on opening it, taking it out of my room only to find it back on my desk in the morning, some serious Anabelle shit.

I jumped as the floorboards cracked somewhere in the house. Every logical thought I had, backed up by every horror movie I had ever watched, screamed at me to NOT go towards the creepy noise; like moth to a flame, I was drawn in and couldn't resist the unnatural urge to investigate it. On silent feet, I padded out of the room, desperately trying not to think about the lonely, dark hallways filled with strange ancient objects. My steps made no noise.

On the couch, in the main room we'd arrived, sitting lazily, was Tony. I'd recognize his hair anywhere - and the Led Zep tee, old, frayed edges and loose threads. "Tony?" I asked hopefully, trying to make sense of this...

He turned around.

It wasn't Tony. Whatever it was, it wore Tony's face, it held his brown eyes and crow's feet around them - it wasn't him. Wrong, like the lack of sound in this place, misplaced and unnatural. The doe browns didn't sparkle, lifeless, dull color of dried mud. As much as I wanted to go and bury my face in his chest, my limbs filled with lead, my whole body screaming "DANGER".

The impostor kept quiet which only solidified my suspicions. Real Tony would be running his mouth already, poking fun at my impression of a sheet ghost.

"Princess?" The... Thing asked in Tony's voice, but it fell flat and monotone.

"Whatever you are, you sure as Hell ain't Tony," I stated firmly, hoping for some answers. "What the fuck?"

Not-Tony's face changed, familiar features twisting into something sinister, the malice making me sick to my stomach. The creature stood up, causing my feet to take an involuntary step back as he advanced slowly.

"You have no choice but to submit," The Thing replied calmly. "You're not getting out of here. Not even your little Asgardian pet god can save you," Its tone was absolutely flat. I would have thought the thing was a robot if not for the obvious involvement of magic in this situation. Its words filled me with dread as thick as molten lava; unfortunately for the creature, unlocking my memories gave me enough rational balance to be acutely aware of it and therefore, able to fight it.

I could fight it. I didn't know how exactly, but I could resist it. "That's a really bold thing to say for something that... What even are you? Magical STD?" As my brain desperately focused on finding a solution to a problem I didn't know all the details of, my mouth had a mind of its own.

The creature growled, a far more primal noise than a human could make. "You don't know what you're up against, child. I am one for we are many," Suddenly, the room was filled with shadows as if someone had turned off all the lights and cranked up the moon to be the brightest it ever was. The shadows moved, oozed, motion sinister without any light to back it up.

I had no choice but to pucker up. Nobody was coming to rescue me; in fact, I always have taken pride in being a self-saving princess. Damsel in distress wasn't really my style. The hunch in my shoulders disappeared, giving way to a stubborn and stiff expectation of the upcoming altercation, hands bailed in fists.

"I mean, like Legion the demon from the Bible?" I recalled what little I knew from Wikipedia. "I mean, I'm agnostic myself, but if you feel like identifying with that, you should probably see a therapist."

The entity growled, shadows gathering around it like fabric on a string, and lunged. Paralyzed by sudden blinding, deafening fear, I turned tail and ran.

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catsnraincoats-archive · 3 years

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okay happy stuff now except my brain is mush and I can only think abt mmmm renga kiss

- Vampire!Reki makes any excuse he can to be touching Langa. "Why are your arms wrapped around me?" "mm keepin' you safe" "from what" "Ghos's"

- Reki can't get tired per se, but he can get drowsy when he's like. mentally fatigued or just ate n he's always hugging Langa during that

- Even tho Reki Does Not Have The Ability To Sleep he'll lay in bed w/ Langa bcs he likes the warmth. In the mornings when Langa wakes up Reki doesn't want to let go

- Continuing w/ drowsy Reki, he sometimes drifts off like. zoning out and starts to float. This is a problem when he's holding onto Langa n poor guy is hanging onto Reki for dear life as they float like 50 feet above the ground

- Reki likes Langa to b laying Directly on top of him. like a cat. its comforting

- Assuming we go with the good ending, when Langas fangs come in + his ears start growing Reki has painkillers on hand because my god it is not a pleasant experience. He also tries making Langa soup but be is. not good at making soup

- So vampires can eat normal food it just. doesn't give them any nutrients. Reki usually doesn't eat normal food unless Langa cooks it

- Reki sometimes floats up to the ceiling and falls down on top of Langa as a surprise attack when he comes home

- mmm just cant stop thinking about Reki full on koala hugging Langa n when they're like "???" Reki always says its to protect him from ghosts

- BACK TO DROWSY REKI Langa will sometimes comb his fingers through Reki's hair and hum tunes while Reki's drowsy

- Langa will fall asleep with Reki on his lap pre-vampirism because he tries to keep Reki company all night but he. needs sleep

- "mmmmm langaaa" "Hm?" "Y'know there's a way t' get vamp'res t' sleep,," "Is there? I thought you couldn't" "mmm you haveta kiss me" "and that'll let you sleep?" "Maybe you should try a few times t' make sure it works." "Do you just want kisses?" "Maybeeeee"

- After Langa begins to become a vampire Reki insists on kissing him all the time to "see how his fangs are growing in"

- Every morning pre-vampirism its always just "Rekiiii I have to get up" "noo" "I have school" "mmmm I can eat you y'know" "If I try and go to school?" "yeahh. I'm holding your blood hostage so I can keep cuddling."

- Whenever Reki is down Langa puts on old vampire movies to make him laugh. "I wish I could turn into a bat"

- Reki's main way of getting comfortable with his fangs is to say Langas name over and over because the L sound forces him to touch the back of his teeth

- Langa buys Reki sunflowers all the time

- Reki's favorite way to sit w' Langa is like. him in the back with Langa leaning on his chest while Reki has his arms and legs wrapped around him

- He also likes being in Langas arms though. "Its my turn to protect you from ghosts" "You can't even see them" "I'll protect you."

- Reki likes to kiss the back of Langa's neck. Thats not a vampire thing he can just hug Langa and kiss him at the same time its great

- Langa had to leave for smth for like. a week. and when he came back Reki wouldn't let go of him. He wasn't like an extra weight on Langa bcs he was mostly floating, it just make turning corners a bit odd

- When Langa's tired he gets lead limbs so if you pick him up hes just. a flesh sack of bones. Idk how this relates to renga but I felt like I needed to put some tired langa in here too

#vampire au

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bangtansfavwriter · 4 years

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🌷taehyung having a crush on you🌷

(it had to be a gif w tannie ☺️💜)

-you're oblivious to the fact he's crushing on you bc he actually hides it pretty well (he wouldn't even blush or anything around you so it was actually pretty hard to figure it out, it was like a running gag between you and him that you'd make him blush one day, he was always like "you won't catch me blushing, ever" and you were like "we'll see about that posh spice")

-tbh when u guys first met, he was really reserved and took quite a while to open up to you

-he had this noir vibe when you first got to know him and he was quite the starer

- he was intimidating for sure, but the more you got to know him you saw that he's an absolute sweetheart

-now he's definitely brighter around you, smiles a lot and is more goofy

- will touch you a lot, he'll do it subtly though... you'll start to experience what a big effect a small touch can have

- makes time for you despite his busy schedule, hanging out with you is actually balancing for him and this is actually insanely fascinating for him, bc he tries to understand how it's possible that everything hectic in his life disappears as soon as he's together with you

-he's always dressed to the nines, even his casual attire is chicer than half of your wardrobe tbh

-very responsible, will help you get shit done and always has your back

-you once had trouble with your landlord bc this grumpy old fart really had the nerve to raise your rent when he didn't even bother fixing issues you've raised a complaint about

-taehyung listened to your rant while you were talking with a friend on the phone

-he asked some questions about your landlord after, it seemed pretty random to you and you didn't think about it much

-anyway, the issues in your flat were solved within 2 weeks and your landlord informed you that there will be no raise after all + he looked pretty nervous

- you asked him what made him change his mind and he just did the v pose

(you: , landlord: isn't this what youngsters do? hah..ha... *laughs nervously and leaves*, you: ???????)

-you told taehyung about the whole thing

you: i swear this man is on crack or something, he looks paranoid as hell lately

taehyung: yeah.... it must be .... the crack........ (😌)

-honestly he's your rock, he's forgetful sometimes but you still can always rely on him, no matter the weather

-sometimes taehyung can't express his thoughts properly but he can always count on you to understand what he wants to say.. he was quite baffled about that at first, but then you explained to him how the vibes of a person can sometimes say far more than words can express and that and that you would always understand his heart and, my dear, was the first time he wanted to kiss you

-he would ask you all sorts of questions bc he'd just love to hear you talk and learn about the way you think

- and he grew more and more comfortable around you, so his walls slowly crumbled around you with each joke you made and each secret you've shared with him

-and whenever he spoke about his dreams and future plans he included you like it was something completely natural and you could feel your heart race whenever he said something about this

-will take you the his favourite spots in the city and tell you his about his favourite memories he made there

-you guys would also go on long walks together, btw you meeting yeontan was one of the best days of his life tbh and this fluffy lil fella also loved you so much that tae was like "...are you kidding?" but he secretly loved it and filmed you with tannie very very often

-also, one time he left tannie in your care bc he was busy and he wasn't able to leave him with his parents on short notice... tae had spare keys to your flat anyway, so you just told him to come to yours whenever he was done

-and so he did and... he clutched his chest and was like "have mercy with my heart" because you and yeontan were cuddled together on your bed and fast asleep

-and tae stood there at your bedroom's door frame with the biggest smile on his face and tried so hard not to squeal bc this was one of the cutest things he'd ever seen, so he did what he had to do and took a picture of you two and then layed down next to you and fell asleep

-the next morning, you woke up to yeontan trampling over your chest and then hopping off the bed

-you closed your eyes again but you could still hear light snores next to you, so you turned around you were face to face with taehyung.... who's still so damn handsome that it's almost unfair bc you were pretty sure you probably drooled at some point... but he was still taking your breath away even with his slightly puffy face and messy hair

-you traced your fingers along his jawline and looked at him, thinking how lucky you must be... he snuck into your bed and now you were laying there, on a rainy morning.. like a couple that also happened to have the cutest dog

-you were caught by surprise when his eyes fluttered open and he looked at you, grinned and said "good morning' with his deep morning voice that made you all giddy... "I let myself in, I hope you don't mind..." and, sufficient to say, you did not, obviously. "tannie and you... looked pretty comfy, I wanted to join. oh, and would you mind continuing that?" he took your hand and put it to back to his face, but not without gently kissing the tip of your fingers. You smiled at him, cupped his cheek and caressed it. He slid his hands beneath your shirt and slowly pulled you closed to him, you hugged him and nestled your head against his chest. You were laying there with your legs intertwined and the only thing you heard was taehyung's rapid heart beat and the rain dribbling on your window, a moment which was the closest thing to bliss... a moment that was interrupted by his phone going off and yeontan appearing out off nowhere, jumping on the bed and running over you. taehyung groaned and grabbed his phone, as you giggled and took yeontan in your arms and cuddled him when taehyung had get up. you knew by his apologetic look that this was work and that your moment of bliss was now officially over.

-taehyung was equally upset about this, both didn't try to show the other but yeah, both of you loved the moment you shared and hated the fact that it was cut short bc bangtan had to do a re-recording

-taehyung left yeontan in your care again since you had the weekend off and promised to be back as soon as possible, to take continue where you left off. he was back at 1:28 am & drunk off his ass, turns out the boys insisted on going for drinks to celebrate that they were done with the songs and taehyung couldn't say no

-yeontan fell asleep after the 3rd walk you took him on and didn't even wake up when tae started making all that noise when he was back.

-tae's went straight for your bed and crashed there. His phone rang and you picked up after seeing it was namjoon, who got an earful from you bc you were pretty sure they didn't wanna deal with drunk tae and left him in your care, but namjoon sincerely explained to you that tae almost FOUGHT jin and yoongi when they wanted to take him to the dorms and that tae insisted on going to your place bc he had "important business" to do

you: tf is that supposed to mean?

nj: he said you need to talk things out or something. or tell you something? well, speaking is involved, idk and idc, im not too sober myself, so good night~

-maybe it was the sleep deprivation making you all mush-brained... but what if.... what if tae wanted to confess? after your cuddly morning it probably wouldn't be too far off to assume that, or would it?

-you laughed at yourself and went back to bed, where taehyung had hogged your duvet, so you got out another one and layed down.. taehyung tossed and turned, sighed and mumbled something

-drunk as he was, you didn't think much of it, apart from that, you were almost asleep, but he lifted himself from the bed and said your name

you: what is it, tae ?

him: I need to confess something

you: *suddenly wide awake* 👀👂

him: .... I.... I forgot to buy anchovies *falls back asleep*

you: KIM TAEHYUNG

him: ...huh?? what????

you: is that the important thing you had to tell me? the thing you told namjoon about??

-he turned around and looked at you with wide eyes, he, too was suddenly wide awake and from the look on his face you knew that this was in fact not about anchovies... "We'll talk tomorrow, when I'm sober again." ... you knew he was right, but curiosity has gotten the better of you. you agreed, but it took both of you quite a while to fall asleep again.

-you woke up the next morning, only to find the other half of your bed empty

-after throwing your pillow across the room, you got up, feeling a mixture of sadness, disappointment and anger

-he took yeontan with him too and didn't leave you a note nor a message explaining why he left

-you took a long shower, then got dressed and just as you were about to make breakfast... your front door opened and tae came in, with yeontan on a leash in one hand and a bag from your favourite bakery in the other

-you stared at him, completely bedazzled for a second but then glared at him, which took him by surprise. he smiled nervously... "what the hell, taehyung?" you said angrily, but deep down you were so damn relieved he was back. "We went for a walk and then I went to buy your favourites, since you always get up around this time" he said, while taking tannie's leash off, and smiled. "What did you think, hm?" - "well, I certainly didn't expect you to deal so well, looking at how you came in last night." - "oh you learn a thing or two when you're a performer" the two of you laughed and he knew he's off the hook. you started cutting fruits and he quickly joined you after he washed his hands. "so about that important thing from last night", he began and looked at you with a smile, as your cheeks blushed almost instantly, "I really wanted to make this right because this isn't something I want to do when I'm drunk. I think you understand that, right?". You tried very hard to hide go keep a straight face, but you couldn't hide your smile. Taehyung giggled. "Look at me..." he said with a husky tone that excited you even more. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow and smiled, as you knew what was coming and he smiled because you knew.

💕

epilogue

-you had noticed he put the pic of you and yeontan sleeping as his screensaver-

you: nice screensaver btw 👀

tae: *tries to keep his cool.. blushes v hard*

you: OH MY GOD

tae: STOP

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burntcheesepita · 4 years

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new beginning

pairing: ryan howard/reader

warnings: none

wordcount: 1209

a/n: idk this idea has been bouncing around in my head. takes place right after ryan took up jim’s job. tell if u want a part 2 ayyy

You were a new temp stretching your legs in quality assurance, mostly to keep an eye on Creed. You quickly learned that the old man was pretty much completely senile, but absolutely refused to leave, and that you might be stuck at this office job a lot longer than expected.

Everyone was more or less easy enough to get along with, and you noticed that one particular salesman seemed to take interest in you. Ryan smiled at you whenever you met is eyes, and one day noticed you getting your favorite cookies out of the vending machine and since then had always “accidentally ended up with an extra bag” of them that “the stupid machine spit out” that he’d give you just about everyday. To get even, you stood behind him one day in the kitchen and watched him make his coffee. He had turned to you when he was done and asked, “What’s up?” to which you had smiled and said, “Oh, nothing.” and walked away.

And thus began your strange ritual: you made him coffee in the morning and he bought you cookies at lunch. And during lunch, even on your first day as the odd one out, he sat next to you and made friendly conversation. You talked about college, his MBA and your BFA, and how to deal with loans without immediately having a panic attack. You’d talk about what it was like growing up poor near Philadelphia in contrast to Ryan’s middle-class upbringing in Scranton. You discussed the most recent Quentin Tarantino movies, you found Ryan’s somewhat pretentious criticisms endearing. He told you about his love of jazz and how he played saxophone in highschool, you countered with your love of 90s girl grunge and how you taught yourself to play guitar. He liked playing video games and you told him you were really only familiar with Super Mario Bros and Sonic the Hedgehog.

He’d sit near you during Micheal’s superfluous meetings and generally seemed magnetically drawn to you.

During work hours, he went out of his way to ask you questions about the company’s paper suppliers, the difference between one type of paper to another, even how it was made, all for the sake of “helping a client.”

All of this to the dismay of Kelly.

Kelly didn’t seem mad at you as much as the fact that Ryan obviously liked being around you, and told you horror stories. How he always seemed nice at first, but that was to reel you in. He refused to commit. He was disinterested in dates and the wants and needs of his now ex girlfriend (her). He ignores calls and texts. He’s actually mean and manipulative when you get to know him for real. He only wants sex.

You had noticed Ryan had some contempt for Kelly. He tried to wiggle his way out of any conversation she tried to loop him into.

You thought you were getting along with Ryan just fine. Still, you had no idea what to think. You knew very well that guys could be very sweet one minute and absolutely vicious the next. Bad men don’t always seem like bad men at first.

You were thinking about this when you noticed Ryan get up from his desk near reception and walk toward the bathrooms.

You seized the moment, quickly shuffling over to Pam. She smiled at you and you smiled back and said, “Just came over to steal some of your jellybeans.”

You had gotten along with Pam very easily. she was sweet and helpful and you were her newest confidant in office pranks since Jim left. You figured that she might have some insight into Ryan and Kelly’s past relationship. Both of them would be unreliable sources and, most of all, you didn’t wanna scandalize Ryan by asking him if it was true that he was actually awful.

Pam continued to work as you chewed on a stale cherry jellybean.

“Oh, yuck,” you groaned quietly and Pam looked up.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Actually, I have a question. Should I go out with Ryan?”

Her expression went blank for a moment before she said, “I mean, he’s really nice to you. I think he might really like you.”

“Really?” you inquired, “Kelly was telling me some terrible things and….”

Pam considered this before answering, “Yeah, they weren’t great together. Ryan never really liked her now that I think about it. She can be a hard person to deal with.“

“What happened?”

“Jim had set them up, actually. He told me Ryan just wanted to have fun and Kelly wanted a committed relationship. But Kelly wouldn’t leave him alone after they hooked up and the whole thing just sort of spiraled out of control.”

You nodded slowly. “Do you think he actually likes me? Or he just wants a hookup?”

“I’m gonna be honest, he’s been far nicer to you than anyone else in this office. Kevin thinks you’re already hooking up.”

You raised your brows at her and giggled.

Just then, you heard the kitchen door open, and Ryan sauntered back to his desk. You smiled at him and was about to make your way back to your own desk when he said, “Come over here a second.”

You glanced at Pam, who shrugged suggestively at you, and you went to lean against his desk next to him. You crossed your arms and looked down at him expectantly.

He pretended to shuffle around his desk, finding a piece of paper and a pen. He looked back up at you and grinned, “Can you tell me the difference between A4 and letter-sized again? I forgot to write it down before and I can’t remember it.”

You quirked your brows at him, “Is that really what you’d like to ask me?”

His bright blue eyes lit up, “Oh, yeah, actually. Wanna come over to my place for dinner? Maybe we could play some video games together.”

You giggled. Video games and dinner? Whatever, you’d take it. “Sure,” you say, running your fingers over his hand where it sat on his desk, “Maybe you could show my some of your signature moves.”

He flushed.

The rest of the day, you were full of butterflies. You paid absolutely no attention to Creed and instead spent your time teasing Ryan. You loved the way he became flustered whenever you would put you hand on his shoulder or winked at him from across the room. No one really cared for the flirting, but at least Pam thought it was funny. She told you that you could be a good influence on him and liked seeing Ryan soften up to a girl instead of being dismissive or overly interested in hooking up. She had said that sometimes when he wants something superficial from a girl, he can become a little strange and overbearing. But you seemed to turn his brain to mush.

You thought about how your little date might go. You could already tell from your time spent with Ryan that he often had a hard time asserting himself and his feelings, but was open to brag about anything he found clout-worthy. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as Kelly says once he’s in the right environment.

#ryan howard #ryan howard/reader #ryan howard imagine #the office imagines #ryan howard oneshot #the office #mine #ryan writing

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scullysexual · 4 years

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Not Another College AU

I feel like this should be longer and when I do the ao3 version it might be. Idk, I just wanted to play around with the idea of Mulder struggling with a class and Scully tutors him so here we are.

Yes, it’s another college au cause clearly that’s the only thing I like to write. I’m also still a stupid British person who knows nothing of how colleges work. Here you take one course and you do that one course and you get your degree with that one course so I’m purely basing my knowledge on US colleges on what I know and what I’ve heard so let’s ignore if anything is wrong.

Did I mention I’m a stupid British person?

Math was never one of his strengths.

In fact, any thing that involved some real logical thinking was never one of his strengths. That’s why he chose to do Psychology after all.

But here he’s at an ultimatum; get good at Physics- a class he’s currently every close to failing- or be kicked off the baseball team.

Mulder would very much like to stay on the baseball team.

He sighs, eyes scanning the bookshelves of the Physics section. Various titles confront him and he has no clue what one he’s supposed to pick.

Guess he shouldn’t have missed all those lectures, eh.

He picks one at random, effectively playing Eenie Meenie Miney Mo as he does so. Beginner’s Guide to Physics it reads and well, he’s got to start somewhere, right?

Mulder takes his book and plops himself down at the nearest free table.

Library’s weren’t his favourite places; it was too quiet, the near silence driving his brain to start thinking about matters that had nothing to do with his studies. He finds his room a better place to study, where he could play his music loud enough to drive out his own thoughts. Cafes, too, weren’t a bad place to go- always busy, always buzzing with noise, but he never had enough money to by the drinks to justify sitting in there.

So, with no money and his room constantly being inhabited by his roommate and their girlfriend, Mulder was left with no choice but to go to the library.

He opens the book onto the first chapter and begins reading.

About fifteen minutes in and the information is having trouble sticking in his brain.

About thirty minutes in and he’s 100% sure that the information is definitely not sticking in his brain.

About forty-fives minutes in and he’s ready to end it all.

Mulder sighs, pushing the book away and rubbing his eyes. He places his head in his arms on the desk, brain mushed, and ready to accept failure.

“Is it really that bad, huh?”

Mulder lifts his head slightly at the sound of a familiar voice. Melissa Scully enters, a smile across her face at Mulder’s despair. He lifts his head up fully, leaning it on his palm, when he realises who it is.

Melissa was probably the closest thing he has to a friend in this place, all the others left him back in high school, yet she stayed around him. For some reason.

“You know anything about Physics?” he asks.

Curious, she picks up the book and finds that yes, it is Physics that he’s trying to learn.

“Are you struggling with it?” she asks, placing it back on the table.

Mulder nods, sitting up completely and stretching as he does.

“I’m failing. Big time. I need to pass the exam or I get kicked off the baseball team.”

Her amusement despair grows into one of concern.

“How long have you got?” she asks.

“Two weeks,” he answers, his tone saying it all.

Even Melissa’s eyes widen, then she starts thinking, an idea coming to her and Mulder hopefully awaits what she has to say.

“My sister does Physics,” he says and Mulder tries not to let his apprehension show at her suggestion. “Maybe she could help you.”

He remembers Melissa’s little sister; a nerdy little bookworm with wild orange hair and clothes that hung off her body, seeming too big for her to fit in. His friends had always picked on her whenever they saw her and while Mulder hadn’t joined in he did nothing to help the situation or tell his friends not to do that, scared they might turn on him.

His friends had been assholes, that’s why they don’t bother with him now.

No. It didn’t seem right to go to her for help.

Mulder shakes his head. “It’s fine,” he says, reaching for his book and getting ready to go. “She’s probably busy with her own classes. I’ll figure something out.” He shoves the book into his bag and leaves.

“I’m still gonna ask her!” Melissa calls as he goes, earning her a stern Shh! from someone nearby.

Mulder smiles, nodding, completely bricking one.

.:.:.:.:.:.

Fox Mulder.

That’s a name that she hadn’t heard in a while.

Dana had been friends with his sister for a little bit when they were younger.

Well, maybe friends was a push. Someone she knew simply because she lived in the same town as her and they were similar ages.

“He’s really struggling,” Melissa tells her, like that’s about to change anything. “It didn’t look like he’d got past the first chapter before he was ready to give up.”

Dana sits on the floor of the living room, trying to do her own work before Melissa had come home, saw what she was doing, and started on Fox Mulder’s sad story about how he was going to lose baseball if he failed the class.

From the sounds of it, he only had himself to blame.

“Isn’t there anyone in his own class that could help him?” Dana asks, moving away from her work. Doesn’t look like she’s about to get any done tonight, it seems.

“From the looks of it, he only really talks to me and some guys that run the AV club. He’s completely on his own.”

Dana sits back against the couch, sighing. Melissa really wasn’t going to let this go. So she thinks on it.

“It’s for two weeks,” Melissa continues and Dana stares at her, pondering. “Look, I’ll even pay you if I have to. Ten bucks for an hour a day.”

Dana’s eyes widen. Now she’s sold. So she nods, “Deal.”

#txf #another college au #i write #i hate how short scullys pov is #i need to change that #i was so onboard with this idea #now that im posting it im kinda meh about it #tell me if you want me to continue this or not please

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megalodont · 3 years

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tag people you want to get to know better

tagged by @captain-apostrophe

your name and then what you would have named yourself: even in real life people suspect this isn’t my real name, but my dad really put “paris” on my birth certificate and tbh i love it! i’m even lucky enough that it’s considered “unisex” by society at large

astrological sign (sun/moon/rising if you know them): scorpio

when did you join tumblr and why?: umm, 2016 i think? i joined for fandom reasons, i just liked looking at art of shows i was into. who knew it would practically become a way of life for me? i did have a different tumblr in 2010 but i entirely just reblogged ~aesthetic pictures and never experienced any of the tumblr discourse i’ve heard went on during that time

top 5 fandoms: uhh, i go so hard for one thing at a time so i’ll pick the top five of all time, even if i don’t interact much with them anymore. i was into voltron during the first few seasons, and i am pretty good at curating my dash so i didn’t have a toxic time of it bc i blocked so many people and blacklisted so many terms. i fell out of it pretty quickly around s4? or was it s5. haikyuu, my favourite anime, was a big one for a while, and i definitely fucked with boku no hero academia for a time. ummm oh, captain america had my ass for a while, and of course i haven’t had a non-mdzs-related thought in about a year now lol.

top 5 favorite films: howl’s moving castle, the lotr trilogy (count as one movie!), ponyo, mulan, uhhhhh treasure planet.

go to song when you wanna Feel something: hmm. welly boots?

what’s your religion or faith if you have one?: uhh, if i had to describe myself i think i’d say...spiritual agnostic. is that a thing?

a song that makes you feel seen: tardigrade song by cosmo sheldrake? lol. or spat out spit by lady lamb

if you could have any career: uhh, ANY career? hmm. 1900s lighthouse keeper. whatever it was maria von trapp was hired to do. fire lookout.

do you have a type?: hm. kind, smart, can make me laugh? or are we talking physically bc in that case no

what does your heart/soul yearn for: more time

if you had to describe yourself in 5 words to someone who doesn’t know you: cheerful, not bothered, yet anxious

favorite subjects in school: english across the board

where does your soul feel most at home: curled up in a nook, safe and unperceived

top 5 fictional characters: the hardest question i’ve ever been asked. okay if i go for a spread of things....... lan jingyi (mdzs), keladry of mindelan (protector of the small), nishinoya yu (haikyuu), oreki houtarou (hyouka), ummm. scorpia (she-ra princess of power. i have only watched 1 season of the show but i love her)

top 3 moments in a show that made you ugly cry: this is an impossible question, i literally, literally cry whenever i watch anything. uhhhhhhh umm, oh shit. boromir’s death. that scene in gallipoli 1981 where what’s his name is seconds too late to save his bud. um um um. there were several in the untamed. yi city maybe?

the earth, the sun, the moon or the stars: the moon, my ancient darling

favorite kind of weather: snowstorm, freezing and windy as hell. yes i live in australia where this doesn’t happen, yes i’m sad about it.

top 3 characters you kin with: i don’t know? uhhh. UHH. maybe lan xichen? i wouldn’t say i kin him but i think there are objective similarities on a personality level. aizawa shouta, bc i’m tired and would die for those kids.

favorite medium of art: prose:)

introvert/extrovert/ambivert: true introvert, just look at my career choices. not that i’d turn you down if you wanted to hold my hand.

a favorite literary quote: fuck, idk. uhhhh. pass my brain is mush right now

some of your favorite books: oh god don’t put me on the spot. suddenly i’ve forgotten every book i’ve ever read. um, Guards Guards by Terry Pratchett, Trickster’s Queen by Tamora Pierce, Crocodile on the Sandbank by Elizabeth Peters, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Prince’s Gambit by C.S. Pacat.... and 500 other things i ca’nt remeber right now

if you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?: Whistler, BC. or any other remote town in the pacific northwestern mountains. although a very close second would be a remote town in scandinavia, say, töreboda, sweden. i like snow and pine forests and bears and i hate people.

if you could live in any time in history when would it be?: the boring answer is that as a queer afab who enjoys having access to modern medicine uh, i’d choose now. but the fun answer, like if i could live in a tv version of that time or something.........hm. the part of me which yearns to escape capitalism and modernity’s complexities would say like. 800bce. just want to like. sit around spinning thread all day.

if you could play any instrument masterfully it would be: pipe organ bitch

if you have one, what mythological god or goddess do you feel a connection to: hmmmmm. dionysus was neither male nor female, treated his wife well, and encouraged his female devotees to tear men apart with their hands, so. i’d say him.

and lastly, favorite recent selfie in your camera roll: i’ve never taken a selfie i liked bro

and i'll tag @greymouser13 and @plotwitch if you guys wanna!

#ask meme

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