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genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles · 1 year

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greetings. may i requst the GEnshin bois saying something hurtful to you mid argument, gotta adds some angsttt, thank you :) Cyno, scaramouche, tighnari, and ayato

Yes you may, my dear. Let the angst begin. :)

Cyno: ┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐ Lately you've been feeling lonely due due Cyno being busy investigating academic troubles for the Akademiya. Despite this, Cyno is a attentive lover who holds up to his promises, he can also prioritize the passion of his works and forget about you. You try your best to be supportive and welcome him over to your home with open arms if he decides to visit after his investigations.

However, due to feeling lonely, you decided, why not get a friend? You were the usual adventure who was doing commissions and happened to meet a friend along the way. This friend became a nice source of interaction for you, they have all sorts of information and connection. Additionally, they are very funny, and very nice to spend time with. Your friend also provides good advice on how to handle the dessert heat and the humidity of Sumeru Forest. Most of all, your friend became someone you go do commissions together with all the time.

Cyno returned from investigation his current mission and eventually decided to visit you, to your place. He was sitting next to you and explaining his investigations on illegal use of drugs that is supposed to make you intelligent, but only creates a dangerous addiction. Now, it was your turn to tell you how your days have been doing, you told him everything and how your friend really makes you happy and keep you company. Until you told him her name--

"That name..." Cyno said putting his hand up to his chin pondering.

You tilted your head to the side. "Yes? What about it?" "I don't like this friend of yours, I believe I saw her name on my list as one of the major suspects of selling these drugs."

"Haha, don't be silly Cyno, this friend is important to me, don't say things like that." You have a light chuckle but deep inside you were annoyed. You just made this friend, now you have to lose her too?

Cyno's face turned serious, as if he was back to his justice judgement persona. As you know, Cyno takes his job seriously and is thorough. "No, you should stop hanging out with her, I don't want you to fall into these types of things. And to add, this is a large organization, therefore, a large sum of the population can be in this practice."

You started to get more annoyed. "Listen, who told you that you can tell me who I can be friends with or not? I can be friends with whoever I like, this person makes me happy. You are just jumping to conclusions. You have no proof. Plus, she keeps me company, you are gone for most of the week or two and that makes me lonely. I have someone who makes me happy and not make me feel lonely."

"So I guess I should consider you a suspect of this drug organization as well then?

"....Huh?" You immediately went into a daze.

Since you would like to continue to hangout with her, you'd be considered a suspect on my list of people to investigate." Cyno said coldly, and stared straight at you. He was expressing annoyance and irritation of your resistance to his advice of course, however, his seriousness is rubbing you the wrong way. This just feels like he immediately turned against you. You were not a lover to him at the moment, just another suspect of his job and investigation.

You felt a stinging pain in your chest. Was all the things we did together meant nothing? Why did he switch to this narrative? Why did he do it, without hesitation? Is this what you do to a lover?

You were taken aback by his sudden yet subtle accusation. With a quivering lip, trying your best to not cry in front of him, you got up and walked to your door and opened it. " G e t o u t."

You told him without a flinch. Your voice radiated threat as one hot tear stroll down your cheek, keeping eye contact on Cyno.

Cyno opened his mouth to say something, but it transition to a sigh. Without another word, he slowly got up and left. That sign didn't help, that made it worse. You slowly crept to your bed and began to bawl on eyes out into your pillow.

How could he? You thought you meant more to him then that. Why did it have to turn into such a debate? You wanted a friend, not to be lonely. What was all of this for?

Scaramouche:╔══•●•══╗╔══•●•══╗╔══•●•══╗╔══•●•══╗ You were worried, Scara hasn't come home for two weeks, and you have been asking around -- nothing. This concerned you substantially, not only has he been gone for two weeks, he would have at least alluded to you in someway or some form of to where he was. However...nothing. This leads you to pace and forth in your home on a daily basis. Just what is going on with him? You know Scara can be dramatic and harsh at times, but this seems a little way out of line.

After two more days, you heard a door open. Immediately, you jumped out of your seat and opened the door wide open, yanking the door knob out of his hand.

You were delighted to see his face again, relief washes over you and you planted yourself onto him and gave him a tight hug. He wasn't hurt and he was okay. That is all that matters.

Scara raises his eyebrow with an annoyed expression and patted your back slowly in a "Okay that's enough" body language. "What's gotten into you? You act like I was gone for centuries." You pulled away and sighed. "Where were you?" "Why is that your business?" He shot down your question, right away.

"Because you were gone for two whole weeks, you can't just up and leave me like that!" You walked in front of him to get his attention to be on you. "Do you know how worried I was??"

"What? I am not a child, you don't need to baby me. Why are you so concerned about the dumbest things. You are annoying sometimes." He sighed and walked away from you.

There was an ache in the pit of your stomach. You decided not to push the subject any farther since you know he can say what he wants but it always leads into something deeper than that.

"C-Can I at least get a hug? You've been gone so long." You looked at the back of his head with pleading eyes. "Didn't you just hugged me? Why do you need another one??" He crossed his arms and shook his head. " I still don't understand you sometimes."

Rejection after Rejection

This is what echoed in the pit of your stomach, repeatedly. You feel neglected, unloved and uncared for. Why were you in a relationship with him? Why did he want to be with you, if he was going to do these things to you? Were you not good enough? Didn't he even miss you?

Overthinking swallows you whole. "I'm s-sorry."

He sighs and looks at you with the same annoyed expression as if he was dealing with some needy child. "What are you sorry about no-?" You cut him off immediately. "I'm s-sorry I can't do this right now. I need a moment to myself." You whimpered quietly to yourself holding back your tears. You didn't want to annoy him any farther by being sensitive and crying. You grabbed your things immediately and left without closing the door. Scara looked at you confused. "Huh?! Hey!" He was left behind, confused and dazed. He didn't even finish his little rebuttal.

Tighnari ╒══════╕╒══════╕╒══════╕╒══════╕ You were tending to Tighnari's garden and plants while he was out on his patrols in Sumeru Forest, along with mentoring Collei. You decided maybe you can do something nice for him. You weren't that great at gifts but maybe you can get him something nice to eat or something he can have on him with his patrols.

You went inside his house and decided maybe knitting a little notebook holder with a pencil holder will help him out on his journeys. He can also collect stuff and add it into the bag you are knitting him. After you finish knitting him a green bag with cute flowers on it, you gently placed it in a box and wrapped it neatly for him. You were excited, you wanted him to be happy and you wanted him to use your bag everyday.

You held the box near you, you then made him a nice healthy dinner since you known him to be a bit of a health finantic. You made use of a lot of vegetables and avoid using the meats. Maybe a veggie pizza sounds wonderful for him to come home too.

After a few hours, you heard a gentle click of a door and a tired Tighnari yawning in his fennec fox-like body language. You hopped up from your chair and ran to him excited. "Tighnari!" You hold the box to him.

Tighnari immediately held his hand up to you and waved you off. "Not right now. I am not in the mood for your jokes right now."

"Huh? Jokes? I am not joking about anything right now." You turned around. Tighnari didn't respond, he was busy reviewing his journal while he was sitting by his desk. His tail was messy with leaves and petals from the forest.

This was another opportunity for you since your present was for his notebook, so you tried again. "Tighnari, about your notebook, ther-"

"Please, give me a moment." Tighnari sighed and didn't move from his original position. You started to feel a little unhappy on how he was treating you. Of course you knew he was tired, but he could have at least greeted you and kiss your cheek hello. Seems like you completely out of his mind.

"Tighnari." You tried to call for his attention once more. Tighnari signed in a defeated manner, and turned his chair around to face you and leaned back and crossed his arms at you. "What do you want?"

"H-huh? Why are you being so rude and mean??" You started to feel unappreciated for your efforts and feel that it was uncalled for the way he was treating you.

"You kept calling my now, now you have my full attention now, what do you want?? If you have nothing to say, then I'm getting back to work. Don't bother me." Tighnari leaned back in his chair once more, with his legs parted, and knees hanging opposite way, and his arms crossed. A tired slouching position.

This was unfair, you did so much for him today, everyday. "Listen here. I understand you are tired, but I am no punching bag for you." You stated sternly, asserting some boundaries. "What are you even spouting about? You're wasting my time right now, is that all you wanted my attention for?" He responded harshly and uninterested. That was it. That was it? That was all?

"You know what? Forget it." You threw the present at him, and put on your raincoat on.

"What the hell do you think you are doing??" Slightly angered of you throwing a box at him, Tighnair was taken aback at your sudden throw. You ignored him. If he wants to be petty and rude, lets get petty and rude.

You went out the door and slammed it. You didn't need this. You ignored Tighnari's protest, since it was in the middle of the night in Sumeru. You decide maybe you could take some time for yourself for a while. Maybe Tighnari isn't the one.

Ayato: ..••°°°°•• °°••….••°°..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..°°••….••°°..••°°°° Today was the day that Ayato was working a heavy load of files due to a back up along the way in the initial submissions. There was an issue that had to be resolved which caused a surplus of documents to be sent straight to his desk. This load was taking him a week or even two at this point. He hasn't talked to you nor pay you any mind ever since. Thoma has tried his best to reassure you in the best way he could but Ayato was still sending out small commands to him and voicing his needs to him rather to you.

You sometimes go in and say hello, but will always be met with no response in return or mumbling about the documents in front of him. This time, you wanted his attention, you tried your best to make relaxing tea for him, maybe he can take a break a bit and finally talk to you and you can see if you can help him. You brought a tray of tea in slowly to his room and called out to him. "Ayato?" "..."

No response still. You gently placed the tea next to him and greeted him. "Ayato sweeite, you have been working for while, maybe talk a break and go for a walk with me?"

"..."

You sighed, and gave up. You decided to leave him be. You stood up until you nudged his desk, spilling his tea all over the documents he was working on. This was followed by a loud slam on the desk.

"What the hell is wrong with you?

You flinched at the sudden noise in silent room and panicked. "I'm sorry, I didn't think that would happen!" You took a cloth and wiped up the mess and gently patted the drenched document that he was working on.

Can you see that I am working? Please leave. If you want attention that bad, go pester Ayaka or Thoma."

You began to tear up right away as tears began to flow nonstop as you continued to clean up the tea from the desk and ground. Pent ip emotions and negative thoughts have all came to a wall at this very moment. You couldn't control it. All you saw was blurry and felt warm tears on your cheeks. You were trying your best to hold yourself together and not show weakness on how his comment has affected you. However, you were failing miserably, making it worse.

Ayato signed while face palming himself. "Listen my dear, I'm so-" He attempted to reach out his hand to wipe away your tears or hold your cheek as he was talking.

However, before he could even finish his sentence, you packed up the fine china quickly and walked out of his room, sliding the door shut behind you, to leave and to numb his voice behind you. Oh, now he wants to respond to you. You hear him calling your name behind you even still but you ignored it. You were feeling too much right now, you want to be left alone. After putting the tea set away, you went into your room and locked yourself in there, refusing to respond to servants, Thoma or even Ayaka.

Note from Admin Update: I fixed it up and added correct spelling and stuff. :) - Admin: Spicypepperohni

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frickingnerd · 2 months

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nights like this i love you the most

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader

summary: shinsou and you both can't sleep, so you sneak into his dorm room and the two of you watch a movie together!

tags: heavily implied romance/romantic feelings, fluff, no pronouns used, mentions of aizawa, reader & shinsou attend UA together, best friends to lovers

“i can't believe you're still awake at this hour! go to sleep, silly!”

“i wasn't aware you were actually asleep while texting me! glad to know you can multitask!”

“haha… very funny! i know i should be asleep too, but i can't get any rest! what's your excuse?”

“same as yours!”

shinsou stared at your message, awaiting an answer for you for the last five minutes now. it seemed you had drifted to sleep already, despite just saying you were unable to fall asleep.

shinsou sighed and turned around on his bed, continuing to hold his phone near his face, as he still had hope you'd send a message back. despite all the bickering between the two of you, he genuinely enjoyed talking to you. and being able to text all night with you was always the light of his day – or rather night.

just as shinsou was ready to put away his phone and attempt to get some sleep himself, there was a knock on the door of his dorm room. at first, he thought he was hallucinating, but when he heard a second knock on the door, this time a bit louder, he quickly jumped up and hurried to the door. he had a sneaking suspicion that only one person was crazy enough to still be up at this hour of the night...

“i almost thought you had fallen asleep in the time it took me to get here~!”

shinsou was greeted by your playful grin, before you quickly slipped past him into his room, not waiting for an invitation.

“i thought you had fallen asleep when you stopped responding!” shinsou replied, before getting to the important things. “what are you even doing here at this time? if aizawa finds out you snuck out of your room, he's going to be so mad…”

“pff!” with a confident smile and the wave of a hand, you brushed off shinsou's worries. “he won't find out. besides, you're his favorite student! he won't be too harsh on you!”

“i won't be his favorite student anymore, if he finds out you're sneaking into my room at night!”

despite shinsou's complaining, he couldn't help but smile. this was certainly a first, being paid a nightly visit by you. and while he was nervous you two would get caught, he couldn't be happier to have you near him.

“so then… what are we going to do now? i suppose you didn't come all the way just to continue our usual banter~!” shinsou said with a smile.

“well…” you sat down on his bed, pulling some snacks out of your pockets, before grinning at your best friend. “i was thinking we could watch a movie! i already brought the snacks and everything…”

shinsou looked at you for a moment, softly smiling and shaking his head. you really were unbelievable! no one but you would be crazy enough to watch movies at this time of night. but you were different. and he loved that about you!

“you're shaking your head… is that a no?”

shinsou had been so lost in thought, that he forgot how this might come over.

“no–! i mean, no, this isn't a no! this is a yes!”

he stumbled over his own words, trying to make sense of what he was saying. which was quite the hard task when it was already so late.

“what i mean is… i want to watch a movie with you!”

you grinned happily at that response, patting onto the empty spot next to you on his bed. shinsou didn't hesitate and sat down next to you, only for you to inch a bit closer to him, before grabbing the remote and clicking through the potential move options, while shinsou opened a bag of snacks.

“how about this movie?” you asked, as shinsou leaned back against the wall, quietly watching you with a soft smile on his lips, as you leaned forward and read through the movie titles.

“sure, that one sounds good!” shinsou replied, without his eyes ever leaving you.

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star-suh · 9 months

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requesting a angsty doyoung x bttm mreader 🤭🤭🤭

The Devil Is Real, And He's Not A Little Red Man With Horns And A Tail.

Kim Doyoung x Male Reader

cw: angst attempt, doyoung is an asshole, breakup, degrading but not in THAT way lol, doyoung refers to people as toys, he's like a psycho, subtle mention of sex, happy ending for reader.

an: just in case, this is for entertainment purpose only, don't take it so seriously please. none of the events shown here represents kim doyoung in real life.

idk if you anon wanted me to add smut on it, i didn't do it to make it as angsty as possible but if you wanted i'm sorry, also i used a phrase of my fave show and listened to art deco instrumental while writing lol, hope you all enjoy it.

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it was night, a serene breeze caressing y/n's cheeks, the moon shining on him making his teary eyes glow like if galaxies were in there… it all looked perfect… then y/n's boyfriend, kim doyoung, showed up…

"we need to talk y/n" started doyoung

"i know" replied calmly y/n weeping his tears with the back of his hand, "why didn't you tell me before?" continued y/n with a shaky hurt voice.

"why?" he laughed "isn't it obvious y/n? because if i had told you before, the fun would have ended a long time ago, silly" he caressed y/n's hair but he quickly pushed his hand away. "don't touch me. you disgust me" said y/n crying looking at doyoung who just was there… standing… unfazed… just smiling… like a hunter who is about to kill his prey.

"that's not what you said when you were under me, begging me to make you cry. isn't it funny huh?. now that i'm making you cry you don't like it" mocked doyoung doing a sad face.

"you're an idiot you know that? you make me want to throw up" y/n replied "just tell me why me? why did you choose me to be used by you" yelled the heartbroken guy who just discovered he was being used by his supposed boyfriend "i was always there for you, i helped you with your assignments i-". "that's exactly why i chose you dumbo, i needed to pass the semester and you were the perfect one" doyoung laughs "you are so naive damn. i'm proud of me, really proud how i had to endure your annoying clingy ass, how you were always there being so nosy, just the thought of being near you makes me so sick. at least you were good in bed" he said wiping y/n's tears.

"what about me?. didn't you consider my feelings at least once?" asked y/n desperate, waiting for doyoung to say that it's all a joke, a bad one, but a joke. "i'm going to confess that yes i almost thought about that, but i didn't give it any importance haha, i remembered that you are a toy and toys are to be used, they don't have feelings idiot, they're just empty shells waiting for someone that gives them some value" doyoung said with a maniacal face. "you're a fucking psycho" murmured y/n looking at his feet trying to hide his teary eyes.

y/n phone rings, he grabbed the phone to see who was it then he just pressed the red button to keep listening to doyoung. "who was that?" asked doyoung, y/n didn't replied, "bet it was one of those wrong dialed calls, i would say that was someone who cares about you but i don't think so, you're so bland, annoying and pathetic. you're a fucking weeping baby that no one likes" doyoung raised his voice.

y/n fell down to his knees looking at the moon's reflection on the river. "anyways you were a good toy dude" doyoung patted y/n's shoulder "i know some guys who would love to have a toy like you, let me know if you want their numbers silly boy" he kissed y/n's cheek and smiled "it was good 'till it lasted, goodbye" the older waved. y/n turned around to watch him leave and sees how he has a new partner, y/n was just in shock he didn't say anything… he was just there crying, hearing the soothing sound of the water flowing in the river and how it disturbs the moon and stars' reflection.

how such a beautiful and lovely scenery happens to be the witness of a heartbreaking scene between two lovers?

months have passed and y/n is almost recovered of his past relationship with doyoung, he's sitting in the cafeteria looking at that man with his new partner, y/n can't help but fell bad for them, how that man is out there using people at his will but he can't do anything about it because he knows that they will not believe him like they did when he told them what doyoung did to him. "they are willing to lose their dignity and do everything for a pretty face that has no heart. the devil is real, and he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. he can be beautiful. because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be god's favorite" a phrase that it seems to be especifically made for doyoung, thought y/n "he's the empty shell with no value after all".

y/n stands up and just walks away to the university's entrance the breeze caressing his cheeks and hair. y/n is crying, but a happy crying because he overcame that dark past, he feels alive and liberated, of course he's gonna be careful with who he's gonna share his feelings now but he feels good about himself and that's what matters. yellow and brown leaves falling of the yellow/orange trees by the soft autumn breeze, the warm sunlight peeking through the trees' branches. another beautiful scenery this time witnessing a beautiful smile… y/n's beautiful smile…

#kim doyoung x male reader #doyoung x male reader #nct 127 x male reader #angst #angst attempt #male reader #kpop x male reader #nct 127 #nct x male reader

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electric-friend · 5 months

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listen i know the whole “ed did nothing wrong”/“killing and maiming his his coping mechanism uwu” thing is a super silly joke lol and even i found it funny but it’s kinda just pissing me off.

i just hate that they never really properly resolved ed resorting to violence when he’s upset and that he never really takes accountability for his actions onscreen. and when the side of the fandom that takes no issue at all with the way seeason two was presented makes jokes that show they’re like aware of the vibes they just don’t care bc they hold characters they don’t like and characters they do like to entirely different standards. it’s just annoying lol.

like listen. yeah. ed’s my special little babygirl princess haha i love him. but like. i feel like it’s also ignoring the fact that the violence is actually bad for ed’s mental health and we know this and it’s canonically established.

the same people who make “ed did nothing wrong” jokes literally call people who do the same to izzy bad people. not all of them but like the people aligned with that Side of the fandom.

like first of all we know that canonically though ed’s capable of violence it’s not good for him. that’s a huge part of his character, that he doesn’t want to be Blackbeard. so the jokes ur making leave your favourite character unhappy anyway? and if you’re going to talk like that about ed then why is it a CRIME to do the same about izzy?

i think i’m just kinda annoyed bc people act like if you’re critical of the way the writing failed to give ed a great redemption arc it’s because you’re a racist idiot blind with love for izzy, but in fact, you can remove izzy from the equation entirely and it still sucks because it sucks for ed’s character that his arc was so confusing and we left him in such an uncertain place as a character.

listen, i don’t exactly advertise this bc i feel like people won’t understand, but i’ve been through a lot of trauma, and at times in my life when that’s been a lot fresher for me, i’ve had really serious issues with anger and aggression and lashing out. i think that’s why i connected with izzy and i think it’s why i connected with ed so strongly but also found it so hard to watch the first couple episodes of the second season.

and coming from that place, with that perspective, when i talk about ed being abusive towards izzy and the narrative not being resolved, i am NOT hating on ed and cancelling ed and saying ed is an evil person. what i’m saying is that ofmd s2 took on a really, really complex and serious and intense subject matter, and then the writing failed to carry the weight of that. i love ed, and i feel like his character was let down by us not seeing him clearly express that he’s holding himself accountable for his actions on-screen, or even seeing him healing in relation to his violent impulses that come from his trauma. his killing spree in the finale was really odd in terms of his overall arc and is honestly what threw it all off the most for me. like it’s obvious that scenes regarding ed’s apologies and forgiveness from the crew are supposed to have happened and we maybe just didn’t see all of it, because the season was rushed due to the screen time. but a lot of it is also just poor decisions in the writing and the way ed’s storyline is laid out in the final cut.

to me, saying that ed’s arc was beautiful and perfect and it’s wrong to criticise it or to acknowledge the severity of his mistakes and actions isn’t a form of loving ed. it’s a way of saying you’d rather ed actually not take steps towards healing, just because you want to pretend he didn’t do anything wrong in the first place so you can feel like the better person in the conversation. to me, the people who say ed did no wrong are expressing that they actually don’t love ed.

i mean it’s not that deep, it’s all fictional, but i wish people would look beyond their predisposition to condemning criticism of something they like, and see that there’s a lot of heart, and a lot of really personal experience and real-world context behind the arguments people are making, and that other opinions about the writing in s2 are worth listening to even if they make you uncomfortable at first.

#izzy hands #that’s the only tag i can add without major risk of getting a huge amount of hate #or maybe #ofmd critical #i know this isn’t a super smart meta post or anything but still

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dandylovesturtles · 5 months

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Top Ten Posts of 2023

I decided, why not? ^^

I'm limiting this to fics/analysis/headcanon/etc posts I made during the year and skipping over anything that isn't my actual creative work. That said, if you're curious, my actual top post was this funky screenshot from episode 2.

10. Everyone's just fine with Donnie modding the moon buggy? (362 notes)

It occurred to me that despite being MASSIVE nerds for the Jupiter Jim franchise, the bros seemed awfully chill with Donnie taking an actual on-set moon buggy and modding the hell out of it.

A few people argued with me in the notes that the Turtle Tank is so cool no one could possibly be mad about it and I do think that's fair. The Turtle Tank is easily my favorite thing Donnie made in the show.

9. Splinter and Leo talk post movie (443 notes)

And then his dad walks in and says, “I would like to talk to Blue, please. Alone.” And suddenly Leo doesn’t feel so good anymore.

This is the most recent tumblr fic I've done (I think lol), so seeing it make it this high felt pretty good. I love Splinter and his boys... they make me emotional.

8. A headcanon about the Disaster Twins (445 notes)

I have a headcanon that the twins are lowkey always trying to get each other to laugh.

This is still true.

7. A showcase of Donnie's injuries in End Game (462 notes)

So everyone talks about Donnie getting his shell shredded by the Shredder in Many Unhappy Returns but I feel like it’s underappreciated that that happened to him coming off of getting his ass beat in End Game like

One of the first posts I made when I made this blog haha. Poor Donnie |'D

6. Donnie records everything (617 notes)

broke: Donnie listening to what happened in the prison dimension woke: Donnie showing Raph Leo’s big damn hero speech since he wasn’t there the first time

The main reason why this has so many notes is because @roseverdict wrote a great fic down in the notes that you should all go read.

5. Leo asks Donnie a favor (829 notes)

“You might as well tell me what you need,” he says, turning to his computer and pulling up his list. “I’ll assess it and prioritize.” “No, no, that’s okay. It’s nothing,” Leo insists. “Nardo.” Donnie levels his best stare at him. “What is it?”

I love writing the Disaster Twins being soft and you guys love it when I write it too.

4. Present Donnie and Future Donnie have a little disagreement (CAS AU fic) (1,242 notes)

“What was I supposed to do, tie him to a chair?” “Yes!?” says Mini-him like he’s stupid, which warrants a scoff.

Shoutout to @skcirthinq who doodled a comic version of their conversation.

3. Casey Jr. and Uncle Tello troll Present Donnie (CAS AU fic) (1,701 notes)

Casey Jr, says Uncle Tello’s voice. Uncle Tello? Do you want to see something really funny?

This is my actual fic with the most notes! I'm glad you all enjoyed this silly little take on what was actually an incredibly intense moment in Cass's original comic.

2. Mikey contacts the Hamato ancestors (2,054 notes)

future Mikey: *trying to contact the spirits of the Hamato for advice and guidance in the apocalypse* Donnie’s spirit: Hello, you are now communing with Donatello.

I can't believe you guys gave over 2K notes to the stupidest joke I've ever made. Shoutout to @nonymous06 for this artist's rendition.

and finally, drum roll please.....

My top post of 2023:

1. A very silly idea for a separated AU (4,283 notes)

non-angsty ROTTMNT separated AU where the boys meet online and bond over their shared love of Jupiter Jim and skateboarding and Lou Jitsu. Then one day they agree to meet irl for the first time at a con and decide to dress as turtle aliens.

This post spawned an adorable fanart by @thatsmutbean , this hilarious fanart by @onionninjasstuff , and an entire fanfic called new phone who dis by @rbtlvr

This has been an incredible year! My love for ROTTMNT has not diminished in the slightest and I still have lots of ideas, so I hope you guys stick with me for 2024. Thanks again! Happy New Year!!

#no idea what to tag this as #if I put it in the main tag is that annoying #oh well #rottmnt

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demonicnarwhale · 5 months

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just like many things I'll start something then toss it aside and we've done this before but here's the protocol: Eel saying she has this file on her computer for a long while now. And she knows she won't get back to this any time soon so here we go

Ok here's some explanation to this whole jazz:

Due to Scratch being like fuchsia blood (because of course) and so the Felt all wear some sort of uniform looking clothes. Tie in to how all wear similar green suits and stuff. And of course their blood colors are placed on them ya know.

(Minus HK posing as an olive as she's a lime, she doesn't have any powers as a lime. Like no ability to shoosh or calm high bloods lol. I just think it's funny and allows for there to be a reason that HK's there. Aka Scratch intimidation, she works as a cleaner so she doesn't have to worry about her getting hurt/blood reveal moment, and she'd rather not get caught by some other trolls or something tee hee)

Here's some silly info: (some stuff has been changed from previous post from some days or month(s) ago)

Heights aren't like up to date as the line up is really just to show their clothes and designs (or lack of)

Matchstick while a burgundy his sign is supposed to also kinda resemble wings. Like it's the most "trust me you gotta squint" sort of shit. But it's cuz I wanna give him a moth (perhaps plus some other animal) sort of lusus cuz hah light. Fire. He extinguishes fire but like haha lusus attracted to the light. and and and and and and and eel is trying her best here

Stitch is the only goldie but it's just funny that not only does he have no psionics to start off with, but also just like his og one eye got fucked up. So even if he did then it's like real weak. Just cuz like eye retina(??) and brain yeah im no surgeon

Sawbucks and Quarters to me are just like the guys who can take a fuck ton of hits? so indigo. yeah. that's all. Like Cans ofc can but I also just think of him more in an offense manner and Quarters takes up the defense

Die gets the cone of shame. fucking loser.

I was entertaining the idea of Clover and HK switching blood colors just cuz I can go "Haha Clover's soooo lucky that he's still alive" yadda yadda. But then, he wouldn't be able to get all weird and freaky with chuckle voodoo stuff. Yeah should he have that access? No :)

I could've made Trace a violet too but I felt like in their sprites, Fin (to me) is much more obvious to being a shark. Like look at that fuckin mug ya know? So i just went with making just Fin a violet.

the idea was to keep it where like there's more lowbloods than highbloods but ya know what. Just realized the only three midbloods I got are fucking Die Crowbar and Snowman. The sequence (ok I'll probably add someone else to the midbloods)

While I could've just made their blood off of like their ball or hat color, I felt like it'd be fun to see what blood color id assign them considering like their attributes or personalities like Itchy to me is an olive as I like to think that olives can be more rowdy or energetic? yeahhh like ofc not all but just for this yes

Also the idea of Itchy being a goldie sounds disastrous

Oh SHIT SAWBUCK IS A TEAL IM CHANGING HIM TO A TEAL OHAGUH

Doze is a burgundy but also like his sign a 2 and and anddd hourglass looking hehehe

Itchy was supposed to look like that dangly bit from the grandfather clock. And the others I gave up trying to implement some time looking reference

I know Snowy's pants are like so obvious cuz hahah spider web haha but BUT I AM SO HAPPY FOR HOW IT LOOKS. LIKE PANTS BUT COULD LOOK LIKE A SKIRT DRESS THING IF STANDING LEGS CLOSED AND AOUGH YEAHHHH

Oh yeah I'll also be adding or trying to come up with their clothes when not in uniform but that's a maybe. Maybe. There's ideas like I got Clover and Fin's but the others? yeah good luck.

Also I just really like ponchos or like the coat duster thingy yeahhhh

Also also PS. if there's like any questions please feel free to ask just cuz there's some other things I wanna talk about but it's either for characters not here or I am blanking

#my art #the felt #itchy #doze #trace #clover #fin #die #crowbar #snowman #stitch #sawbuck #matchsticks #quarters #hk #Intermission But Trolls

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guqin-and-flute · 3 months

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WIP...Thriday (aka proof I'm not dead and still writing)

An And A-Fu Makes 4 Chpt. 7 exerpt in which A-Fu and Wangji are equally bemused by each other

It turned out that his uncle was actually pretty funny. Not totally, like, ‘haha’ funny, but ‘different from what A-Fu was used to’ funny. A-Fu had always thought that his face was blank most of the time, but he found out that wasn't true--he smiled and frowned and looked worried and annoyed just like everyone else. His expressions were just super tiny compared to other people, so you had to study his face as hard as school, but A-Fu was getting the hang of it. If he didn’t get something, A-Yuan could usually interperate for him pretty good, ‘cause he was an expert Hanguang-jun interperatator. He knew what all the different tones of ‘A-Yuan’ meant when apparently it was supposed to be a whole sentence that meant ‘time for bed' or ‘too loud’ or ‘not that way’ or ‘did you finish your homework?’ or ‘do you want to play guqin with me?’

Uncle Wangji sorta reminded A-Fu of Gray-Father and how sometimes he looked so serious and scary to other people, but you just had to know what they meant to say on the inside. Except unlike Gray-Father, Uncle Wangji had never laughed in front of A-Fu; but when he and A-Yuan did something silly together, he sometimes had a little bit of Laughing Eyes, just like Blue-Father did. Maybe A-Fu was a gray, blue, and yellow father interperatator? Maybe after staying at the Jingshi, he could become an Uncle Wangji one, too!

Sometimes his uncle was ‘haha’ funny, usually by accident and usually because he didn’t really get A-Fu--a lot of the things he did seemed to confuse him; like how he liked mud and salamanders and toads, and how he hated wearing socks to bed, and how he got an idea to do things but then didn’t really think about how it might end up and then he fell over or broke something, sometimes. Then, Uncle Wangji would get a little wrinkle, right in between his eyebrows, like he was trying to figure out a hard math problem and his mouth would get all small and he would blink reaaaal slow. Sometimes, he even looked over at A-Yuan like he needed his help as an A-Fu Interpretator--which he kinda was, since he was A-Fu’s bestest friend in the whole entire world and knew him better than anyone.

Uncle Wangji definitely didn’t get Sneaking-and-Snooping, and when A-Fu actually really did surprise him a couple times, his uncle said all serious that he knew A-Fu was there, he just didn’t expect him to jump out and yell at him and A-Fu said uh-huh sure he did, suuure, and Uncle Wangji would just coolly say ‘good’ that A-Fu was sure--but he would say it like he knew that A-Fu was being sarcasms and was agreeing just to make him annoyed, which it did ‘cause that’s not how sarcasms worked, Uncle Wangji! And his uncle would say, without any hint of a smile, that he would try to remember that, which A-Fu figured was sort of like a joke and it made him laugh.

One day, when A-Fu got in trouble with his teacher because he had colored his whole tongue black with his paintbrush during class just because, he had been really anxious about when his uncle came to pick them up from school. After talking to the teacher for a bit at the desk, he came over and stood all tall in front of A-Fu. When he looked all the way up at him, he saw that scrunchy-confused wrinkle on his face but all he said was, “...Why?”

“Uh. I dunno.”

“....” Uncle Wangji said things with his silences best of anyone A-Fu knew, and this silence was like a whole bunch of question marks, like A-Fu was some sort of mystery. When he looked over at A-Yuan, who was waiting patiently by the door with his stuff all packed up, A-Yuan just shook his head and shrugged.

Uncle Wangji just looked back at him for another second, then just turned and walked right out the door, hand behind his back, not even waiting.

A-Fu assumed that that meant something like ‘let’s go home, you’re not in trouble, but what the heck’, so he just happily trotted out after him into the sunshine with A-Yuan next to him. He must have been getting better at understanding his uncle’s silences, because all that happened when they got back to the Jingshi was that he was handed a cool, damp cloth from the fancy wash basin in the corner and told, “Do not eat paint.”

He tried to explain around sticking out his tongue and scrubbing, “I wa’n’t ea’ing i’, I wath theeing if I coul’ color i’ all in,” but Uncle Wangji didn’t say anything else about it and just sat down at his table play his guqin.

#excuse weird sentence structure I've been moving shit around a LOT #Also featured in this chapter is me trying to see the absolute shortest easter egg of angst I can hide :) Not in this part but in another #my stuff #my fic #3zun raise jingyi au #Wangji visiting Xichen in the infirmary: Xiongzhang your son is weird #Xichen: All children are weird Wangji #Wangji: A-Yuan isn't. He's perfectly behaved #Xichen: [ever so gently] Didi...that's really weird

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greatpestilenz · 11 months

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Closer Than You Think - Hobie Brown x Reader

In your room, a cozy haven filled with familiar trinkets and treasured memories, you sat on the edge of your bed, nervously fidgeting with the corner of a notebook. Hobie Brown, your best friend, made himself comfortable, crossing his legs and propping his feet up on your desk chair. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the space, but you were too preoccupied to notice the peaceful ambiance.

The topic of conversation was your infatuation with the enigmatic hero known as Spider-Punk. You spoke excitedly, recounting the time he had swooped in to save you from a perilous situation. The adrenaline-fuelled moment was etched vividly in your mind—the way he effortlessly defeated the criminals, the reassuring touch of his hand as he helped you up, and the earthy aroma mixed with a hint of cologne that lingered in the air.

Hobie listened attentively, an amused grin playing on his lips as he pretended not to know the identity of the hero you were describing. "What's so special about this Spider-Punk?" he asked, his eyes dancing with mischief, though his heart was pounding with curiosity.

"He's amazing!" you gushed, oblivious to the secrets he held. "The way he saved me, it felt like he knew me, like we had a connection. And the smell... oh, the smell was intoxicating. Earthy and warm, with a touch of cologne. It made me feel dizzy, in a good way."

Hobie tried to recall the cologne he wore that day, secretly hoping to gather more clues without revealing himself. "He sounds like quite the hero," he said, his voice light and teasing. "Maybe he's closer to you than you think."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Haha, that would be a funny twist, wouldn't it? But no, I highly doubt it."

Hobie leaned back, his smile softening as he watched you with affectionate eyes. "You never know," he said cryptically. "But hey, don't get your hopes up. It's just a silly fantasy, after all."

“That might be. But, Spider-Punk’s no fantasy...” You say and close your eyes softly, your lips forming into a smile as your mind raced to recall the memories of the night he saved you. He placed you on an apartment rooftop and told you to be careful next time with a sweet voice.. The way he pulled his mask just above his lips to place them on yours. “I could feel him... touch him...”

Hobie's heart raced in his chest, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He decided to play along, trying his best to hide the mix of nervousness and excitement within him. "Oh, really now? So you've had a taste of him, have you?" He raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Tell me, love, did he taste as good as he smelled?”

You blushed brightly. “U-um..!” You couldn’t help but look away in embarrassment. “You weren’t supposed to know!”

Hobie chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned closer to you. "No need to be embarrassed, love. Secrets have a way of slipping out, you know? But since you've already spilled the beans, tell me, did Spider-Punk taste like a melodic mix of danger and desire?" He teased, his voice low and playful.

With a flushed face, you recalled the events. "He was everything I could ever ask for..." You closed your eyes again as if feeling his lips on yours again.

Hobie couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as he watched you reminisce about the encounter, his own desire hidden beneath a playful facade. "I can only imagine, love. It sounds like an electrifying moment, to say the least." He leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "If only you knew that the hero you yearn for is closer than you think."

"Nonsense. Spider-Punk probably lives in a luxurious house with many women swooning over him..." You say with a twinge of jealousy. "And even if he wasn’t... He wouldn't want me.."

Hobie's heart ached at your words, your insecurities hitting close to home. He reached out and gently took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Hey now, don't say that. You're an amazing person, and anyone would be lucky to have you. Don't underestimate yourself, love." He smiled softly, hoping to alleviate some of your doubts. "And as for Spider-Punk, well, you might find he's not as distant as you think.”

"Why do you keep saying that?” You say with a confused mien.

Hobie sighed softly, feeling conflicted between revealing the truth and preserving your friendship. "Because, love, sometimes the things we desire the most are right in front of us, but we're too blind to see it." He looked into your eyes, his own filled with a mix of longing and affection. "But I understand if you don't want to entertain the idea. Just know that the person who truly cares about you might be closer than you realize.”

"What do you mean?”

Hobie hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether or not to reveal his secret. But seeing the genuine curiosity in your eyes, he made up his mind. "Alright, I'll let you in on a little secret." He took a deep breath. "Spider-Punk... well, he's not some distant hero with a luxurious lifestyle. In fact, he's... right here, sitting in front of you.”

You grin. "I know you're only trying to make me feel better, Hobie-”

Hobie couldn't hold back any longer. He took a leap of faith, letting his true feelings guide him as he leaned in, capturing your lips with a gentle, yet passionate kiss.

You shut your eyes tightly and kiss back. When he pulls away, he looked into your eyes. "You.. taste just like him.." You look at him with wide eyes.

Hobie's heart skipped a beat as he looked into your wide eyes, his own filled with a mixture of vulnerability and longing. "That's because... I am him, love." He admitted, his voice filled with sincerity and a hint of nervousness. "I'm Spider-Punk.”

"R..really..?" Your heart started beating out of your chest. "You're.. you're not pranking me are you? There aren't any cameras around?" You ask and look around frantically.

Hobie chuckled softly, reaching out to hold your hand. "No, love, this isn't a prank. There are no cameras, no hidden jokes. It's just me, your best friend, revealing my secret to you." He squeezed your hand gently. "I've been hiding this from you because I was afraid of losing our friendship, but... I couldn't keep pretending anymore. I wanted you to know the truth.”

You look at him wide eyed before jumping onto him and taking him into a big hug. You bury your face in the crook of his neck only to find out he has the same earthy scent as the hero you’ve been crushing on.

Hobie couldn't help but smile as he wrapped his arms around you, returning the hug with warmth and affection. He held you close, his heart pounding with relief and joy. "I'm so glad you're taking this well, love." His voice was filled with genuine happiness. "I've wanted to reveal this to you for so long. And yes, the scent... it's the same as Spider-Punk's. It's me, all this time.”

"How did I not know??" You laughed into his neck. "I'm so dumb!"

Hobie chuckled softly, rubbing your back soothingly. "No, love, you're not dumb at all. I made sure to conceal my identity as best as I could. I didn't want you to figure it out, for fear of ruining our friendship." He spoke sincerely, his voice tinged with regret. "But I'm glad you know now. I can be myself around you, without any secrets.”

You pull away and smile brightly at him before leaning in and pressing your lips to his in a passionate and longing kiss.

Hobie's eyes widened in surprise at your boldness, but he quickly melted into the kiss, his heart racing with a mix of desire and adoration. He wrapped his arms around you, deepening the kiss, savouring the taste and sensation of finally being able to express his feelings for you.

#fanfic #fanfic writing #hobie brown #x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie #spider-man: across the spider-verse

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jackalproject · 1 month

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Good afternoon everyone! It is time once again for another update post. Are you excited? I hope so. Sorry for dropping it so late, I forgot to download my files and. Yeah. So there’s not much here, other than the once’s I needed. Oopsie.

I’d like to open this post by introducing my new collaborator, @bat-luun He has been helping me a TON with the backgrounds, and is a complete life saver, as well as an extremely talented artist. I’m so happy to have him, both as a friend and as an artist. He has done the Bonus Content banner for the post, when it goes up tomorrow. Go show him some love!!

On a somewhat related note, we now have a twitter account for the project! I personally have not used twitter in heaven knows how long, so I’m realering the ropes haha. The @ is jcklproject, in case you want to give it a follow there.

Before I get into the juicy details, I’d like to thank you all for your patience with me, and request that you hang on just a liiiitle longer. I am participating in the Sonic Big Bang, which I have just entered crunch time in. The project is SIGNIFICANTLY longer than I anticipated, and I have until the 25th to get it done. I am working hard on it, and if it comes to it, I may have to put this project on a little bit of a hold to finish it. Only until the 25th, though, and I will still be working on it! Keep an eye open on my main account for the project in June, when all of the works go up. I’m very excited, and while its not jackal related, I think it will be a ton of fun ;)

Anyway, lets get on to the good stuff.

TEST COMICS: Scripts complete, Issues in progress

PART ONE: Script complete, final concept art in progress

PART TWO: Scripts begun

PART THREE: Storyboard in progress

SCHEDULED RELEASES: Test Comic Issue Two, late May.

This coming test comic is a little beefier than the previous one, rounding out at about 7 pages total, and with a whole two pages worth of scripting! I once again remind you all that progress will go much quicker in the summer, as I will have my own computer at that point, more free time, and my portion of the Big Bang will be over with! Thanks for your patience <3

(Also, this issue ain’t SHIT compared to what’s coming down the line. Weeps.)

Here, have a frame! And a link to a silly post I made that you may have missed!

Sorry for the brief update, again, so heres a bit of a cut concept! In part two, Finn was supposed to break into Gadget’s house later in the story to request assistance with… something :). And this is how that was supposed to play out.

Your honor they’re really funny. But it was cut in favor of something arguably even funnier, and you’ll all know it when you see it, as it takes place right after the introductory issues lol

Niko out <3

If you have any questions, feel free to shoot me an ask.

#The Jackal Project #sonic the hedgehog #sonic forces #Hattie the Jackal #Lucky Wittacre #infinite the jackal #the jackal squad #finn the jackal #bonus content #Update Post #Gadget the Wolf

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senblades · 1 month

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Who are your fav persona 3 people!!!

[cracks knuckles] I'm glad you asked

So! I don't actively /dislike/ anyone in the p3 cast, but some of them definitely speak to me more than others:

First things first: Ryoji. Love that guy. He's so silly. And so tragic. And he makes me sad. (Like holy SHIT I wasn't expecting a reprise of his song in the stage play on December 31st but it TOOK ME OUT) (also Ryomina my love)

The whole Shinji, Ken, and Akihiko trio ALSO lives in my head rent free... two idiots and their son. love them. I've been desperately scouring for Akishinji content and between that, Ryomina, and Shuake, I've come to realise that my shipping habits seem to boil down to "doomed yaoi" HAHA

More on Ken, I have a LOT of thoughts about how he and Akechi would interact and (likely) get along. Whether that be in the p5 era or a situation a la Throw Away Your Mask. (Or, something I've yet to find: Akechi with no time travel shenanigins getting in on the p3 plot. You can bet THAT'S a longfic idea I've got rattling around) (Also the half-brothers headcanon is super fun. Especially when combined with Futago siblings. Congratulations, Shido! All your kids are persona users, and they all hate you! :D)

Aigis! She's just. Infinitely charming. She'll say something that will absolutely take me out and then turn around and say something devestating HAHA. I also think that her and Ryoji's social link and linked episodes respectively do a LOT of thematic work in the story. Death himself and the girl that can't die, both trying to figure out how to live (y'all that shit's METAL)

Strega are so interesting to me... I don't think they're perfect villains- I think their motivation is underexplored and a bit choppy, but ASIDE from that, I really like all three of them as characters. Idk why Jin is so funny to me LMAO he's so in love with Takaya and Takaya's just like "k. met your quota yet?" (But, also, some of Takaya's lines definitely imply that he cares about Jin too, but doesn't let himself acknowledge that at all due to his whole "attachments are weakness" shtick, another thematic point to contest his ideology, as he is actively denying himself happiness in pursuit of some idea of salvation)

Chidori- I like her well enough. Some of her lines really did make me smile, but I think she's another case of "underdeveloped" (I actually read Throw Away Your Mask before I played p3r, so that fic did a lot of the heavy lifting for my like of Chidori (and, by extension, Jundori) i think)

Which leads nicely into: Junpei! He's da man. Nuff' said. HAHA if you can't tell, I love Junpei. Awkward dudebro stuff aside (though it's occasionally part of his charm), I really love his development and personality in general. I really love how all the "bro" characters across the modern three persona games, while fulfilling the same archetype, are all distinct in personality and motivation and I love them ALL

Mitsuru is quite interesting to me, but I think she might be a case of "I wish her social link was about something else". Personal preference of course, but I kind of wish that it focused more on this intense guilt she seems to have for things that a) weren't her fault, and b) happened when she was 7 or younger. THAT is a super interesting mindset to explore, imo, though I did find her social ineptitude charming haha

Yukari... I think that she might grow on me more later. I can feel it in my bones. I suppose I'll find out with The Answer dlc! I know broadly what happens in it, but I haven't actually seem a playthrough of it, nor do I really know what happens to all the characters. I think my opinion of Yukari might have been tainted slightly by everyone having such strong opinions HAHA- I definitely like her, but I don't think she's clicked just yet. (I did really like her social link, though!) (also Yukamitsu I love Yukamitsu. The lesbians aren't doomed! Good for them)

Okay this is going to upset some people probably but Koromaru isn't really much of a character and I keep forgetting about him LMAO. uh. he's a good boy?

Fuuka... I really think that she's just underdeveloped. Her social link didn't really do her any favours in my eyes (I'm SO glad that atlus cut the "girl learns to cook" social link in p5 HAHA i really didn't like it with Yukiko either) Her social link obviously isn't just the cooking shenanigins, but it overshadows the bits of character growth that happen intermittently. I think that her SL really would have benefitted from being more about her love of electronics, if anything, since that isn't explored AT ALL and is more a plot device than a character trait. (Plus, the root of all her self-esteem issues go unadressed, which I think would have been a good character beat otherwise) (In saying this I think Fuuka/Natsuki is very cute. The lesbians stay winning in p3)

Makoto/Minato! Honestly, I was pretty neutral towards him from the majority of the fics I had read before playing p3r. I really like his characterisation in Throw Away Your Mask and The Twilight Wants Him Back, but those had been outliers in my mind. I started liking him more and more after playing p3r, and NOW, after having watched 1/4 of the p3 movies- oh boy. boy oh boy. I really like him now HAHA. Having his apathy actually effect his realtionships with SEES early on is super interesting and I love when it's done. (plus, I think Yukari hating him at first really strengthens their friendship later on)

Uh this post is already super long so for all the other plot-relavant characters and confidants I'm just gonna say "it's a secret" and melt into a bush or something

(tysm for the ask! You can tell I was waiting for an excuse to talk about this HAHA)

(btw y'all shoud read the fics I mentioned in this- they're excellent)

#persona 3 #persona 3 reload #persona 3 spoilers #asks #The lesbians really are winning in p3 #good for them... good for them!#HAHA anyways I'm DEFINITELY going to write these characters at some point #long post #loooong post #whoops

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writtenbymkl · 1 year

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pairing: best friend!haechan x fem! reader

word count: 2.3k

genres: ANGST !! , unrequited love, college au, heartbreak

warnings: none

a/n: the last part to good person !! i wanted to be a short au just because i wanted to test the waters with my first completed written story so i hope you guys enjoy it !!

PART 2 OF GOOD PERSON

Two weeks later and you’re at the get-together that your friends threw for your birthday that was coming up soon. One problem, though, Haechan wasn’t here yet.

You: where r u? everyones here and ur the only one missing _._

Sent 5:37 pm

You: seriously this isnt funny, what r u even doing?

Sent 6:40 pm

You: the get together is ending soon, we have like an hour left here, dont even bother showing up anymore dude

Seen 8:00 pm

You roll your eyes, seeing that he finally read your message.

“Hey! That was mine. If you wanted one, I could’ve just gotten you one, dude,” Mark looks at you with sullen eyes, “But I’m assuming by that reaction, he’s not coming?”

“You know Mark,” You sigh. “He’s been acting really weird since you said that stuff about being a couple. This is all your fault,” You state. You know it wasn’t his fault, it was Haechan’s for being so weird about it, but you had to blame someone.

Mark’s eyes widen. “How was I supposed to know it would cause a disturbance in your friendship?”

“Ugh, whatever, let me just blame you peacefully,”

“Come on, man, don’t be so down today. We came to celebrate before your birthday, so we should make the most of it, even if it means Haechan won’t come. I mean, it’s not the end of the world, right? You guys can celebrate on your birthday?” He suggests. I mean, you guess he’s right, it isn’t actually your birthday yet, but it still didn’t take away from the fact that you wanted to spend it with all of your friends, including Haechan.

“Okay… Sorry, I didn’t mean to be a downer. It’s just, Haechan is-”

“Haechan’s your best friend, yeah, dude, I know, but you also have us as your friends, too, you know?” Mark gives you a gentle smile while looking at your other friends laughing and talking at the tables.

“You’re right. Thanks, Mark. Has anyone told you you’re a really good listener?” You ask.

“No problem, and yeah, I guess,” He shrugs. “Now, let’s get in a good moment for the last hour remaining.” Mark gets up and holds out his hand to pull you up. Right as you're getting up, the door jingling gets your attention. Immediately looking towards the door, you see Haechan walking in and greeting everyone.

“Haechan, you finally made–” You stop your sentence seeing a girl come from behind him, holding onto his arm. Haechan finally notices you and makes his way over, pulling the girl behind him. You can see Mark from the corner of your eyes giving you a pitiful look.

“Y/n! Hey! Sorry, I’m late. I had to go pick up Mihye from her house and drive all the way back here,” Haechan explains while the apparent Mihye just giggles. You just give Haechan a blank stare. I mean, this is unbelievable, and you don’t know what to say.

Haechan quickly realizes he forgot to introduce the girl by his side. “Oh, by the way, Mihye, meet Y/n, Y/n, meet Mihye. She’s my new girlfriend,” Haechan smiles. Mihye holds out her hand for you to shake, and Haechans waits for you to grab it, but the moment never comes.

Mark quickly grabs your own hand and places it in Mihye’s.

“Silly Y/n, haha, I think, she’s just, um, in shock and happy that Haechan finally made it,”

You don’t know what to say. You feel tears already starting to form, but you don’t want to make a scene.

“I think I’m going to take a breather outside. I’ll be back,” You tell Mark before rushing past Haechan and Mihye to go outside. Except Haechan stops you for a second.

“What’s wrong? You need me to go outside with you?” He says, concerned.

Yanking your hand back, you bitterly say, “No. I need time alone. You’ve already done enough.”

Mark’s eyes widen. “Y/n, I think now should be a time to leave and talk to him. I’ll keep Mihye company.” Sighing, you give in and walk outside with Haechan following.

Not before he tells Mihye he’ll be back. Standing in the dark, with the wind blowing slightly, you sigh. A moment of silence is filled between you two until Haechan breaks the silence, like always.

“Are you mad because I have a new girlfriend?” He asks. And you snap because this is always the problem you have with him, and it is just a continuous cycle you’re tired of dealing with.

“What?! Haechan, you cannot seriously be so oblivious?” You look at him, shocked.

Rolling his eyes, “I knew you’d react like this.”

“How else did you want me to react when you’re telling me you already found a new person and you brought them to my birthday get-together without informing me?!”

Haechan scoffs, “Oh come on, it’s not really that big of a deal, Y/n. It’s not like they’re taking the spotlight away from you.”

“That’s not the problem, Haechan, don’t you get it?! It’s the fact that it hasn’t even been a full month, nonetheless three weeks, since your last girlfriend? Do you enjoy being heartbroken? Do you enjoy the fact that I keep looking after you every time? Are you satisfied with the fact that I’m always there to pick up the pieces? Or is it the fact that you know I’ll always be by your side and drop everything for you?” The feeling of finally being able to speak out feels liberating. Except, it doesn’t mean you’ll get the outcome that you’re expecting.

“I never made you drop anything for me,” He angrily retorts while pointing. “And so what if it’s been less than a month, or three weeks, whatever, can’t you just be happy for me?! Isn’t that what you’re here for? To be by my side and be my BEST FRIEND?”

You stay silent. “Fine,” you weakly smile.

“I won’t say anything more, and I'm sorry for overreacting. And you’re right. As your best friend, I should stick by you no matter what choices you make. I’m happy for you, Hyuck, I really am.” You pat him on the shoulder as you walk past him back into the restaurant.

Haechan just sighs and follows after you, grabbing your wrist before you can fully step inside.

“Talk to me. What is this really about? Why are you so upset? You know I always do this, so why is it a problem now?” You think for a few minutes.

Should you tell him? Should you tell him about the fact that you’ve been in love with him for the past, God knows how many years? Or the fact that you’re jealous about all the girls he’s spent time with when it should’ve been you? How everyone, including his friends, knows that you’re in love with him? Is that a risk you want to take?

Looking at him with sad eyes, you make your decision and give up. “It’s not that … It’s….” Tearing up, you know you have to get this off your chest. “I just need to get this off my chest,” you say shakily.

Haechan looks at you, concerned. “What is it?”

“I’m... I’ve just been … in-“ you get cut off by someone yelling out, “Haechan? Y/n? Where are you guys?” Your heart drops. Of course, it’s his new girlfriend.

Haechan whips his head around and yells back, “Mihye? What are you doing out here? I said I’d be back. Go back inside.”

“I was worried. It’s been a while since you guys left,” Mihye says from the door.

“We… We should probably go back inside. They’re probably bored without us, and Mihye’s starting to get worried.”

“No, tell me what you were gonna say,” Haechan firmly states while grabbing you again.

“It’s not important anymore,” You shake off his hands, moving towards the door, as Mihye is no longer there.

“Tell me, or I won’t let you leave.”

“Fine. I was just going to say how I’ve been concerned for you for many years now. You’ve had me worried whether you’d be able to be happy and find a good person for you, there. Happy?” You sarcastically smile.

“So that’s it? That’s what you made a big deal for?” He lightly laughs.

“It's not funny. I’m just worried about you, you’re my best friend, and I don’t want to see you lose the light in your eyes. That’s what makes you Haechan.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head into your shoulder, he says, “I know you’re concerned for me, Y/n, and you’re my best friend in the whole world, too. It’s a good thing I’ll have you with me every time to get me through it, though, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, you’re lucky it’s me and not someone else.” He pulls away.

“You know, for a second, I thought you were going to say you were in love with me or something. That would’ve been an easier explanation as to why you were acting like you were, but it’s a good thing that wasn’t it,” he laughs.

As if your heart wasn’t already torn to pieces. You should’ve known he’d never see you in that light. I mean, look at yourself; compared to Mihye, you were a completely shabby version of her. If only he knew that that was the exact reason why you were acting like you were. But you’d never tell him that, not when it meant risking your friendship and never talking to him again.

“Yeah .. that’s a ridiculous thought there. I don’t know how you came up with that conclusion,” it just came out your mouth, it’s not like you wanted it to, but it’s the only way for you to cope with a rejection that wasn’t even formal; how oblivious he was.

Heading back into the restaurant with Haechan following behind you, you notice Mark and Jaemin looking at you both.

“Why don’t you head back to Mihye now? I’m sure she’s been waiting for a while,” You say, nodding your head over to where she was standing. Haechan just nods, and you watch as he walks up behind her, embracing her in a back hug and kissing the top of her head.

Looking away, you walk to where Mark and Jaemin are and slide into the seat across from them.

“So? Did you tell him?” Jaemin asks curiously. Mark just nudges him. “What? I’m just asking,” He shrugs.

“I’m gonna assume you didn’t tell him,” Mark scratches the back of his neck. You can’t seem to say anything. Maybe you should’ve told him. No. Everything would’ve gone down the drain if you did. Maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t.

“I didn’t.” You finally say.

“Well, why not?” Mark asks.

“Mark,” You look up at him raising your eyebrows. “Are you seriously asking that? He has a girlfriend, and it doesn’t seem as easy as you make it out to be. How am I going to just tell him, oh, I'm in love with you, have been since forever!”

“Hey, you said it, not me,” He points at you. You roll your eyes.

You point over to where Haechan is, “Whatever. I mean, it’s my get-together, and he seems to be wanting to spend more time with Mihye than me.”

“Like I mentioned before, you guys can hang out on your actual birthday. Right now, spend some time with us. There’s only a few more minutes left, so let’s make the most of it,” Mark smiles. “Right, Jaemin?”

“Yes, exactly. Forget him for today!” Jaemin says, grabbing your hand to pull you up.

“That’s if he doesn’t forget my birthday too,”

“He won’t! We’ll make sure of it,” Mark pats your back.

“Thanks, guys. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You embrace both Mark and Jaemin, and they hug you back.

—---------------------------------

It’s been a month since your birthday. You spent the day with Haechan, Mark, and Jaemin. One of the best days and you couldn’t forget it. Except today seems to feel really familiar. Almost as if you’ve done this for the 20th time already. Why? Because Haechan sits in your bed again, eating ice cream and sniffling.

“I’m guessing Mihye broke up with you?” You ask, sighing, not even surprised he’s here again after a month. You saw it coming, but how could you tell him that? You would seem like a bad friend, and that’s the last thing you want Haechan to think.

Haechan blows his nose with a tissue, “Yeah….”

All you can do is rub his back once again, and it’s all you can ever seem to do. Watch him find a new girlfriend, fall in love, get heartbroken, and be there by his side when it happens.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with me all the time,” Haechan sighs, bringing his shoulders down.

“Hey, it’s okay. That’s what I’m here for, right? What kind of a best friend would I be if I wasn’t there for your ups and downs?” He just smiles.

“Can you give me a hug?” You embrace him while patting his back as he sniffles.

“I know I’ve said this almost every time this happens, but you really are a good person, you know?” Haechan says while leaning his head on your shoulder.

“Thanks,” Is all you can say.

And the cycle repeats, as it always will because you’re the good person he’s always needed in life, even if he doesn’t know it. And you’re okay with him not knowing. The ones who will make him cry, you can only comfort him and be by his side.

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❤️ Valentine's Day Morsels ❤️

(A Whole Month Late 😅)

These were all supposed to be done for the holiday itself, but obviously that didn't happen. The problem is that I care way too much about my writing and try too hard to make it actually good. That's not why anybody reads this crap. Anywho, I've been in an anomalously sappy, romantic mood lately and whipped up some sugary, snack-sized tickle drabbles involving a few of my all-time-favorite (canon) fictional couples. :) Hope these are sweet enough! Disclaimer: this is all obviously just meant to be cute, silly fun.

Link/Zelda (utilizing "Wilds" era)

Whenever Purah developed a revolutionary new piece of tech for the Hylian Royal Family, she of course needed a volunteer to test it out. At those times, Princess Zelda was always on-hand to make sure she had one. And it was usually Link.

The Sheikah techie was putting the finishing touches on a new observation platform propulsion system...she called it a "Skyview Tower." The Hero of Hyrule stood in the center of the device, bracing for the upcoming vertical rush. It was somewhat against his will that he was being held in place by six clinking, clanking Guardian arms. He felt like a prisoner in the teeth of a hungry beast as they hooked him to the machine, but Purah just clicked away happily on her control Pad.

“How ya doin, Link? You comfy?” she asked him. He nodded reluctantly. "Ok, I'm gonna launch you in 10...9..."

Suddenly, at the sight of Link ensnared in the repurposed robot arms, Zelda bounced up and down and excitedly tapped her compatriot on the shoulder. “Oh! Oh! Purah, wait!”

Everything paused. The princess knelt and whispered excitedly into the inventor’s ear.

What they were talking about, Link couldn’t decipher, but he saw that in the midst of Zelda’s sentence, Purah’s smile stretched bigger and bigger. After a breathy exchange, both ladies were giggling to themselves. Uh-oh. He recognized that energetic sparkle in Purah’s eye…that only happened when she knew her tests were going to have “funny” results.

Beep. Four of the Guardian arms remained holding Link's wrists and ankles still, but the other two raised up and took on new purpose. The octopoid metal tendrils zipped around his torso, snapping their claws like hungry snakes. Their laser sights booped to life and swam their little red eyes all over him...targeting certain areas...and once Purah pressed that button again, they dove right in for the attack.

The little pincer claws skittered and tap-danced under his arms, across his stomach, between his ribs. At first he panicked. Then he grinned. Squirming and struggling, Link began to laugh.

“HHHHeh…Heheh…Heh-Heh Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! Z-Zeld…Heh! Haha!”

"See, I told you he was ticklish," the princess chuckled.

"Oooo, and you were right! This is fun! Look at him dance!"

"Heh-Heh, Heh-Heh Ha...Haha-Heh! Nn-Heh!" Bolts of Gerudo lightning didn't make Link jump around this much. It wasn’t until Zelda sauntered over and tickled him herself that the machine finally wound down.

And just like that, being shot out of an untested military-grade cannon didn't seem so bad.

******

Parzival/Art3mis (Ready Player One)

Spring Center Fortress was always a fun place in the OASIS for testosterone-soaked one-v-one games. Each arena in the cubist coliseum was a giant trampoline, regardless of size or layout, and combat was fast and frantic when no one could stand still. Only true acrobats thrived in the chaos there. Entering one of the battle boxes, Parzival and Art3mis removed their shoes and jackets and stepped barefoot onto the bouncy black floor.

"Choose your weapon, sir." Arty's declaration of war was cheekier than usual. She smirked, already sure of her victory, and make a flashy show of unveiling a fully-2D Airbender staff. Rare gear.

Parzival eagerly cycled through the digital blue pockets of his inventory...lots of options to choose from. Neither he nor Arty were pulling admin privileges and just dropping rare junk into their accounts; this loot had to be earned like everyone else’s. Oh, there was a good one...

"Toymaker Energy Bo," he finally announced. The glowing green stick popped from hammerspace and into his hands, extending four frog-like fingers from its tip that snapped and pinched at their target.

Art3mis nodded. She looked impressed. "Spy Kids 3D. Nice."

At the sound of the buzzer, a blade of cartoony wind sliced through the room and nearly split Parzival's staff in two. Their weapons clacked together as the couple danced and dodged on the springy terrain...the fight was a wild flurry of flips, leg sweeps, slides and parries. Dodging a strike at her knees, Art3mis bounced into a full backwards aerial somersault, a mere hair's breadth away from the Game Over bo's snapping claws. Just as she landed and stumbled back, the very tips of metal fingers pulled at her body, grazing against four particular spots along her torso that they couldn't quite snare.

One, on the right side of her neck. One deep in the hollow of her left armpit. One just above her hipbone. And one smack in the center of her right side, under the ribcage.

“BAH!!” Art3mis nearly slipped on the undulating floor, swiveling on her heel and pointing her finger at Wade, and had to catch her balance against the back wall. Her staff zipped off on an air current and glided away across the stadium. Disarmed. In her most stern, commanding voice, the Goddess of the Hunt blurted “Hey! No. ...Z. No tickling."

"Hey, come on, it was an accident," Parzival laughed.

For a moment everything was still, both anticipating the other's next move. But he'd seen the flash of panic on her face...blood was in the water now. Her eyes darted to her glider. Slowly, Parzival raised his staff again. Its four-pronged hand spun around and wiggled in Arty's direction, closer and closer, and the sight made her jaw clench.

“...God, sometimes I love these Boot Suits.”

“Wade, no. N...HHHA-Ha Ha-Ha! …Ng-Heh! Nuh...nonono, God n-HNN!!"

Art3mis' arms contracted, trying to block the ravenous mechanical fingers, but that only pinned them even more snugly to where they could feast on her ticklish ribs. Her trembling knees buckled. Soon she was wrestled flat onto her back and rolling around atop the rubbery floor, her leg weakly kicking at the air. The Spy Kids staff no longer attacked her...it was Parzival's own fingers that she felt clawing beneath her loose crop-top, squeezing her belly until the cackles burst out of her. The two were bouncing and wrestling and laughing until the floor squeaked. Streaks of charcoal soot blackened her soles…the trampoline's worn surface had almost-literally painted a target on her bare feet, a target which Parzival didn't ignore for long. Arty was surprised by how hard she was cracking up...and, despite the soreness in her cheeks, by how much fun she was having.

“What, what’s the matter? Ya n00b. Stop laughing.”

"Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! Uncle! Uncl-hle!"

The dull fingernails that had been scribbling beneath her toes retreated. Arty was free again. Up and down, the trampoline reverberated to the rhythm of her diaphragm's spasmodic wobbles. Even after all this time, it was still an out-of-body experience, to catch one's raspy breath as a digital avatar...when she was worn out inside the OASIS, her real-world meat puppet followed suit. Slowly she and the trampoline both calmed. She sat up, folding her arms across bent knees, and her middle finger dabbed at her eyelash.

"Ha......Ahhhhhhh Ha Ha....Huheh...Okay, okay, you got me," she chuckled. Her toes clenched up against the rubbery ground. She tried to affect a serious expression, but that wide-eyed grin of hers just wouldn't dissolve. “But don’t do that again!”

"Eh, can't make any promises," Z taunted, helping her stand. For that, he received a playful punch in the shoulder.

Like most of the OASIS, there were no real rules in Spring Center Fortress. The important thing was how you won.

******

Aang/Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Waterbender training was going...as Sokka would put it...swimmingly. Aang and Katara stood ankle-deep in the waters of Chameleon Bay, practicing their stances. Liquid swirled around them, rising and falling like tides at their command.

"How's your octopus form?" Aang's teacher asked him.

Quickly, Aang struck the proper pose and focused. A stream of ocean foam snaked upward into the air and corkscrewed multiple arcs around his body. With a twist of his arm, the water coalesced into a near-solid tentacle, its rippling surface smoothed out, and he made it sway back and forth in a friendly wave. Katara giggled. She, meanwhile, was focused on maintaining six hovering spheres of water that orbited around a rock in front of her. Gesturing with her palm, she relaxed into a simple Single Whip posture, her right knee bent and arms outstretched, and the water balls merged into a lash. She was focused and precise...and totally oblivious to what her pupil was doing.

Guided by Aang's slow dance, a water tendril slithered across the bay and breached the surface. As soon as Katara wasn't looking, its tip rose up and wiggled against her tummy - right next to her belly button.

"Ah! Haha…Aang, stop it!" Laughing, she jumped in place and covered her ticklish spot with her hand. Instantly the Avatar’s octopus construct fizzled into droplets and splashed the flowing sea below. He stood there all sheepish and rubbed the back of his tattooed head, grinning like a buffoon.

"Heh...sorry. You were wide open." Aang couldn't escape his own mischievous nature. He was 12, after all.

There was a brief and fearful pang in his stomach...is Katara mad at me? But her smile was the brightest he'd seen on the waterbender's face all week. In fact, if he didn't know any better, he could've sworn she was starting to blush. Both benders just laughed shyly and turned to face the sandbank once more.

"Alright, let's keep going."

******

Gwen/Miles (Spider-Verse)

The multiversal headquarters of the Spiders didn't just have a lockup, a science lab, and a cafeteria (no bagels allowed). There was also quite a museum of trophies and mementos gathered from past battles, defeated villains, and fallen heroes from all across the cosmic web. It was like Batman's basement on the scale of the MoMA. And Gwen couldn't wait to show Miles all she'd learned there.

Clasping one another's hands they dashed through the halls, often pulling eagerly in opposite directions. Miles was a kid in a candy store, and every time his eyes lit up, it reminded Gwen of a thousand reasons why she liked him. After passing the wrecked granite namesake of one "Big Wheel 5000 BC," the two skidded to a stop, lured by an exhibit that stood out from the rest: a single hand, perched atop a pedestal.

An Infinity Gauntlet, this was not. It was a cheap canary opera glove, with long, fluffy white feathers glued to its digits in lieu of fingernails. The plastic plaque beneath declared in full voice to the pair:

“‘The Tickler?!’" Frog-mouthed in shock, Gwen doubled over, laughing wildly. “No. Freaking. Way."***

"Are you serious right now? Ha…Wow, they just get lamer…”

"Heheh-Heh! Ok, ok; you’ve gotta hear this: 'Crude homemade weapon retrieved from Whedon Winslow, Earth-57780.' Some name... 'Failed stand-up comedian who turned to larceny. Distracted victims and pursuant Spider Society with...'"

But Miles wasn’t paying attention to Gwen's narration. He was busy cracking his knuckles and reaching toward his distracted girlfriend from behind, trying to project confidence from a playful smile that was actually quite shy. He was gonna get her so good, he encouraged himself.

In the midst of Gwen's sentence, kneading fingertips hooked right into her sensitive, squishy waistline.

Her gasp was loud and shrill. The girl almost popped like a chocolatey toaster pastry, but a right forearm encircled her collarbone and held her firmly in place. Before she knew it, Gwen was immobilized in a tickle hug and fell straight into Miles' lap as the two collapsed to the floor.

"AH!! *gasp* Huhuh-Huhuh Heheh! *gasp* Ah Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha! St-HOP ihit! We're supposed to be quiet!!"

She screamed and elbowed Miles in the stomach, but he maintained his hold. Then she tried pulling on his wrists. No good. Gwen was the most squirmy, wiggly human being Miles had ever seen; champion swimmers didn't kick their legs as hard as she did. He might as well have been trying to hold onto a hagfish in an oil spill…even with sticky fingers, it was a challenge! But watching her smile and laugh like this was so worth it.

“Wait, hold up a minute!” Miles laughed as if Gwen would actually obey him (not that she had much choice). One THWIP! of spider-silk from his wrist, and The Tickler’s glove was yanked right off its perch and into his hand. Miles didn't put it on...all he needed to do was hold one of the fingers and wield the feather like a wand.

The quills prickled like thousands of tiny needles against the nape of Gwen's goosebumpy neck...right at the signal source from whence her Spider-Sense was screeching. Any measure of defiance left in her crumbled to dust. Both of her palms slapped over her face...anything to hide it from Miles. She could have fried an egg on her cheeks for how they sizzled.

“VVVVVVVFF-EEEE!!! *Yeek!* OmigodNO - N-no feath-hers, oh my GAWWD, no feahehther-her-hers…*SNORT* AHHHMilesstoppit!” she whined and cried. The feather stroked down across her collarbone, her shoulder blade, under her armpit...

It wasn't long before one of the nigh-innumerable Spider Society horde noticed the sound of embarrassed squeals echoing throughout the gallery and swooped in to investigate. But when this particular Peter Parker entered the hall, it was found vacant. Nothing but various museum exhibits, all undisturbed in their places. And so he left.

Miles, as it turns out, had been practicing a new technique. He wasn't the only person that he could turn invisible.

"Shhh!" he whispered. Gwen was absolutely trembling in his lap, even though the tickling had stopped - it took two hands to stifle her uncontrollable belly laughs. There, with his arms around her and feeling her heartbeat against his, a warmth washed over Miles. There were a million worries flapping around inside his brain...his future with the Spiders, his parents, and he & Gwen...was it right, how they felt about each other, what they were doing? But for a few quiet moments, where nobody could see them, none of that mattered.

He almost kissed the top of her head, but got too antsy.

Maybe next time.

******

*Note: Actual Spider-Man villain. Seriously. I did not make this up.

Victoria/Misto (Cats 2019)

The Egyptian Theater was warm and sleepy that evening. The old sun-shaped stage prop created the perfect napping spot for a young Jellicle, and the white cat lolled blissfully in its hollowed-out cradle. Her left leg dangled down off the side, pendulous and swaying like a metronome, right next to her boyfriend’s nearby head. Mr. Mistoffelees was kneeling there on the floorboards directly beneath, fumbling with a deck of cards.

Victoria peered over the side of her perch and smiled, unnoticed. Just laying beside her magician (well, a bit higher and to the right of him, anyway) carried her off in a cozy bubble of comfort. She just felt content around him. Her hands couldn’t reach to pet him…not from this angle…so instead, she held her slender leg out and, with her big toe, traced gentle crescents behind his ear.

His ear twitched. At first Misto instinctively ducked away from the impromptu scalp scratch, inquisitive chuckle aside ("Heh...what are you doing?"), but he soon came around to her affection and began to purr. His head rolled around across his shoulders, his back arched, and his ears flopped and wagged. Tori could tell the scritches were making him happy. Tufts of black fur shot up like grass between her marble toes, bristling the ball of her foot back and forth, until out of nowhere it made her shiver and pull away.

"Hmhm! Hmf..." she giggled sweetly through her nose. "Your fur tickles."

The tuxedo cat grinned and looked up at her. There was his opening. "Oh, it does?" he taunted. "It does?" With one quick yank, Victoria’s foot was down near his chest, and she was laughing and gripping the sunbeams with all her might. In her meek struggle for balance, that varnished wooden nest fought back with bumpy scrapes against her stomach and her thighs. Taking hold of his tail in his left hand, Misto started painting broad brushstrokes across Victoria’s foot with its fuzzy black tip, and she immediately began to fidget. “What about this?” Misto asked her.

"Heehee-Hih! *gasp* Hn-Hih! Th-hat's not fair, I'm stuck...Hee! It tihickles," the snow-white kitten’s jubilant squeaks bubbled up from inside her. Her ears flattened shyly. Why did this kind of thing happen to her so much? She didn’t hate being tickled, but lately it felt like she’d become something of a Jellicle magnet. If this kept up, she’d have to start wearing her ballet flats 24/7.

Almost as soon as it started, Misto let her go, and Victoria scurried her legs back up inside that little hovel, before turning around and facing him once more. She loved the chalky pink way his nose blushed, and that awkward, crooked smile of his, the one that popped up whenever he finally let himself be playful. He loved how her persimmon lips stood out against her face, and the way her head dropped timidly down to her shoulders when she giggled.

Soon the two were snuggling in each other's arms inside the heart of the sun, just waiting for the Jellicle Moon to rise again.

******

Vi/Caitlyn (Arcane)

The papery bandages around her forearms chafed against Vi's chin. Her elaborate clockwork tattoos peeked out through the rips on her sleeveless blue-hooded top. Pink-and-orange sunset streaked through the glass. She still wasn’t used to laying on a bed as big and comfy as Caitlyn’s.

"I haven't had a back rub in...probably forever," she mused, still a little apprehensive about this kind of intimate contact.

"It's really relaxing, I promise.”

Warm palms kneaded into the Trencher girl's scapula. Spindly fingers performed slow, smooth taffy-machine pulls on the muscles between her shoulders and neck. At first she resisted, but slowly surrendered to the touching and let herself sink deep into the soft mattress.

“Wow, your…you’re rock solid,” Caitlyn murmured, impressed. Under that jacket, Vi’s physique felt even buffer than it looked. And that intricate body art…Caitlyn was so busy admiring that she neglected to notice how her hands were moving faster, stroking in tandem with a nervous pulse.

Vi froze. Her fingers skittishly drummed against the bedsheet. Everything about Caitlyn's technique was wrong in precisely the right ways: the thumbs were rubbing a little too gently down her lats, the fingernails squeezing a smidge too firm between her ribs. It was clumsy, inelegant...ticklish. All it took was one especially-wrong nerve hit, and when she could no longer keep her mouth shut, Vi’s whole body shuddered.

“DAH, Huhuh-Heheh! Hey…watch it,” she laughed. "Careful back there."

“Sorry,” Cait replied, smirking. Her hands plunged back down.

Oh come on…not again. Vi felt like a grape in a wine press when twisting thumbs pushed down hard on her obliques. Her lumbars. Her hipbones. Every knot in her lower back. Her eyes widened, and all the air in her chest squeezed out from between her lips like a squished football deflating.

“Mmff…PFFFFTHnhn!” More wriggles. The bed whined from the kicking lower legs that thumped against it. Caitlyn was at a befuddled junction halfway between offense and joy, between pouting and grinning. Vi always made things difficult for her.

“I am trying to do something nice for you; could you just hold still?”

“GRRRR, stop tickling me!” Vi snapped.

No apology this time. Only a playful tsk, and then the massage resumed.

The fluttery rubbing sensation drilled down through Vi’s back until it scorched the inner wall of her stomach. Her frustrated, reddening facial features scrunched themselves tightly together. She repeatedly slapped the nearby pillow with the ferocity of a grunge drummer. If her bared teeth had ground any harder together, her gums would’ve bled.

“NGK! Nooo-hoho; Hng-Hn! Gkkkk…Sss-sss-st-hop i-hih-hit…! Kkkkk!!” The redhead choked on desperate glass-shard sniggers that scraped against the roof of her mouth. She couldn’t stop her angry tough-girl giggling, and it drove her nuts.

"C-hut it ouuut, I'm gonna punch you!!!"

That one wasn't a threat; it was a genuine, heartfelt warning. Caitlyn couldn’t help but flash a buck-toothed grin...that was probably enough, for both their sakes. She drew back her hands and watched Vi's quivering shoulders slow down, listened to her breath steady itself.

"Ugh...What the hell, Cait?"

“Sorry, it wasn't on purpose. You’re just…I think it’s very…*ahem* …" Now it was the cop's turn to be flustered and rosy-cheeked. "...adorable. How frustrated you get when you’re feeling ticklish.”

Caitlyn was expecting a tease, a playful slap, a snarky reprimand...some kind of retaliation...especially when she saw that smirk in the corner of Vi's mouth. But instead of payback, she got a pleasant surprise: Vi sat up, turned around, and shoved her lips into Caitlyn’s so hard and fast that the blue-haired Enforcer almost fell backward.

...Perhaps she'd have to try this again soon.

******

Kiki/Tombo (Kiki's Delivery Service)

“Hey, Kiki, I was wondering…can witches call their broomsticks to them like a magnet?” Tombo asked studiously, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He and Kiki were relaxing on Ursula’s front porch with glasses of fizzy lemonade, the sticky kind that makes your spit hurt when you drink it. It was a foggy spring morning and the crows were flapping in the damp emerald lawn.

“Hm…I don’t know; I’ve never tried,” she observed. Spying her broom across the clearing, rested against a tree stump, the young courier witch reached out her right hand, poked her tongue out, and concentrated. Unfortunately, Star Wars hadn't been invented yet, so it didn't occur to her to make an Empire Strikes Back reference.

At first her flying stick merely turned. It rocked in the crook of the tree’s roots, but nothing more. Maybe she wasn’t concentrating hard enough? But no sooner had the idea entered her mind than the crude vehicle hoisted itself horizontally, hovered a few feet off the grass, and charged. An invisible hand threw the broom at Kiki like a chucked javelin, and it was soaring straight for her face.

"Whoa! Look out!" Tombo immediately sprung into action, and his quick dive shoved Kiki out of the way just in time for him to take the blow. The broom's handle shot into one sleeve and out the other, dragging the junior aviator off the porch and tossing him headlong to the ground before it finally twitched its last.

“Oh my gosh, Tombo! Are you ok?!” Panicking, Kiki rushed to pull her friend up out of the grass. The broom handle was caught against his neck, parallel to the red-and-white stripes on his chest. He wobbled a bit when he stood...a few green stains on his knees...but was otherwise unscraped.

"Um, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little crooked here," he reassured her, swinging his arms around like a weathervane.

“Oh, thank goodness...Heh...you know, you kind of look like a scarecrow that way."

She was right...he did...but the boy’s gangly T-pose did nothing to deter Ursula’s avian buddies. In fact, right on cue, several of them flocked to his outstretched forearms. One even pecked at his ear.

“Heh-Heh! Guess I’m not a very good one!” The two shared a chuckle, before Kiki helpfully flapped her arm and shooed the birds away. "Hey, thanks. Can you help me get this out? My arms are kinda stuck."

But Kiki wasn't interested in helping right away...his pose had given her other ideas. Before Tombo knew it, Kiki's fingers were strumming up and down his sides with gleeful abandon. She kept pinching his belly and in between his ribs and affectionately watched him wiggle.

"Heh! Heheh-Haha! Hey, cut it ou-howt! Heh! You know I'm ticklish!" Tombo's smile was wide and sunny and dorky as he jumped around in place. Kiki, meanwhile, was positively giddy. She only tickled for a few more seconds...any longer and she would've gotten much too embarrassed...before carefully extricating the misbehaving broom from Tombo's sleeves and throwing it out into the field. Crisis averted.

"Heehee-Hee! I'm sorry, I couldn't help it!"

The boy brushed his sandy hair back and grinned broadly as the two sat again. "Well, you know I can't just let you do that!"

Kiki glanced down. Slowly...making sure to stretch out each moment of tension to its unbearable limits...Tombo was reaching his hands towards her, performing a spidery midair dance with his fingers.

The teen witch was already in a fit of helpless giggles and starting to blush. “Hmhm! Oho no, please don’t do it…” But instead of fleeing or curling up like an armadillo, as Tombo expected, Kiki bent over and quickly slipped her shoes off…first left, then right…and then lifted her arms skyward. “Heehee! Oh my gohosh, no, please…please don't...”

Suddenly, an old door hinge groaned. Bare feet creaked on the cold grey porch step. When Kiki & Tombo turned to look at the source of the noise, there stood Ursula, grinning and tapping her fingers on a steaming blue coffee mug.

"Hey, what are you two doing out here?"

*******A Few Seconds Later*******

"AHHH, Ha-HAAAAA Haha! *gasp* Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!" Kiki screamed.

"Heheh...Heh! Hng…Heheh-Haha Haha...Hng! Heh! Stop!" Tombo's turn.

Ursula was pinning both of her young friends down to the floorboards, aggressively wiggling her nimble fingers across their bellies and watching them squirm & kick in sync together. “Uh-ohhh; look out! I'm the world's most evil tummy tickler!” She laughed, they laughed; Ursula was clearly relishing her position.

That is, until Kiki and Tombo managed to grab the artist’s ankles amid their struggle, tripped her up, and tickled her feet with her own paintbrushes until she was completely out of breath from laughing.

Kiki often wound up in tickle fights with her friends back home. But she couldn't remember one that was this much fun.

******

Robin/Maid Marian (Robin Hood)

Cops and robbers, such as they were, didn't exist in 12th-century Britannia. So "Robin Hood vs. Prince John" was the game of choice for the rabbit brood. Skippy was playing Robin Hood, of course, which meant Sis & Tagalong were his cohorts. Maid Marian volunteered to be Prince John, so Lady Kluck had to be the Sheriff. That left Robin himself to portray the benevolent King Richard, and Toby Turtle as Sir Hiss.

“A pox on the phony king of England!” Robin cheered. At his command, his noble servants were chasing the “Prince” all over the castle courtyard. They all ran in wild circles over and over, laughing merrily, until Skippy and Tagalong managed to hop up and grab Marian by the wrists. The bunny siblings dangled off of her like bracelets swaying in the breeze, and she bent at the waist as she tried to keep walking.

"We've gotchu now, Prince John!" crowed Skippy. "Give up?"

"Oh no, what-EVER shall I do?" Marian giggled in her most over-dramatic performance yet. "Sir Hiss, seize these scoundrels!"

Toby's head - SHLUNK - sucked back into his shell. He certainly wasn't going to help. Eager to catch their dastardly villain, Sis took matters into her own hands. Jumping in front of the pack, the bunny girl reached up and pawed at the struggling Maid Marian's belly, and Skippy joined the fun by grabbing her side. Immediately, the vixen broke into breathy peals of soft, melodious laughter.

"Ohoho no...Oh no-ho-ho-ho! *gasp* Noooo; anything but tickling, Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!"

She knew full well that a plea like that would only goad the rambunctious tykes on, but if she were being honest, she was having far too much fun to care. This was as close as she'd get to playing with kids of her own, at least for a little while. Letting loose an enthusiastic yip, Marian fell into the dandelions, and the wrath of the rabbit swarm rained down upon her.

A sextet of bunny hands and paws were grabbing and squeezing and scratching at her tummy. Their little fingers pulled through creases in the silky dress she wore; their feet slid and stomped along her sides and made her wiggle. The kids' squeaky machine-gun giggles were very contagious, and the already-helpless fox couldn't stop laughing herself silly. She jostled and squirmed and had to push Tagalong off of her stomach.

“Ah-Ha Ha-Ha! *gasp* Help! K-Klucky-Hee…Ro...Robin, Heh-Heh-Help!”

"Bawk! Milady! Yer noicest drrrrress!" Klucky honked.

Robin himself was busy chuckling at Marian’s misfortune. Quite clever of them, he thought. They'd make Merry Men yet. His yellow bycocket cap shifted atop his vulpine ears - and suddenly, his thoughts turned to the feather that adorned it. He removed the hat, pulled the long scarlet plume from its sheathe, and twisted it between his fingers, amused. "Ah, there we are..." the outlaw remarked to no one in particular, as if he'd made some unexpected discovery.

Kneeling down, Robin grasped Marian's right ankle and gingerly lifted her leg up out of the weeds. With that roguish, wry smile and an absentminded hum, he stared right into her eyes and swooshed the feather back and forth across the bottom of her foot.

"Oh!! *gasp* Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!! *gasp*hic* Haha-Ha! Oh dohon't, please, I...I d-hon't think I can stand any more, Ha-Ha Ha!” she cried. Pools of pink stained her cheeks. Her long eyelashes were dripping wet.

"Hmm, I think the prisoner has learned their lesson, don't you, kids?" Robin declared. Despite a few protests and "awwww"s, everyone backed off, leaving the exhausted Marian alone in the grass to catch her breath. "The Prince has been vanquished!!"

"Long live Robin Hood!" Skippy cried, holding his wooden sword triumphantly aloft, cheered on by his adulating sisters. While the kids danced in a circle singing "Prince John the Worst" off-key, Robin traipsed through the flowerbed over to his lady fair and tenderly offered her his palm.

"Oh, my hero; you've come to rescue me," Marian sighed, still all atwitter and breathless and fanning herself.

But instead of taking his hand, Marian pulled Robin down into the sunny spring field with her. Robin sent her his most disarmingly handsome smolder, and when she shied away, he slowly kissed her cheek. Their embrace was perfectly accompanied by the sounds of Sis and Tagalong giggling at them in the background...and of Skippy pretending to vomit.

"Blech!" he mumbled. "...Sissy stuff."

******

Neytiri/Jake (Avatar)

Neytiri sat up and slowly pulled her feet from beneath the powdery white sand. Infinitesimal shards of salt and earth and coral and glass sifted through the gaps between her toes with a quiet hiss. Pandoran beaches were very soft.

Jake emerged from the water and strode over to her resting spot. The sand was so smooth that he didn't even leave footprints; the pale flecks of dust simply clung to his body. "You think we should get back?" he asked her. "Mo'at's probably gonna be pissed."

"Mmmm..." Neytiri sighed contentedly and closed her eyes. "Not yet. I am too relaxed to move."

“Well here…lemme help you.” Not waiting for a rebuttal, Jake immediately stepped over her reclining legs, turned his back, and plopped down right on her ankles, straddling them. Neytiri looked bemused by his antics.

"What? What are you...AHH!!!! HN...Huheh-HEEE Heehee-Hee! NO! No PLEASE; HA-HA HA-HA!!"

The Omatikaya princess’ loud shriek scattered the nearby flock of tetrapteron into the salty air. Her grin threatened to split her cheeks open. Jake's fingertips were mercilessly prodding and caressing underneath her toes, and every single touch made her want to scream.

"Not that! G-get AWAY from MEE-HEE!!!" But her mate said nothing. Grinning, Jake bent all ten of his fingers...those damn Sky People with their extra digits...and scratched them up and down on her massive sky-blue soles.

“J-Jake!! My JAHAY-HA-HA-HA!!!” Neytiri tried to beg, but couldn't get the words out. Her voice leapfrogged through the entire octave scale, from bird chirps all the way down to breathy hyucks erupting from deep in her belly. She thrashed around frantically, her butt bouncing against the sand, and left a flurry of stinging open-palm slaps across her husband's back; even he could barely wrestle her down. Braids and beads tangled themselves like seaweed across her screaming face...how undignified it was, to constantly spit out strands of dreadlocked hair in between her bouts of tearful hysteria.

Jake didn't quit torturing her until she managed to lurch herself forward...the crunch burned her elongated stomach...and threw both of her hands at his armpits. He laughed and jumped aside at the unexpected tickle, before spinning around and scooping Neytiri into his arms. In a moment she was flat on her back once again, with Jake hovering over her and blotting out the sun, a toruk in his own right. The tremors in her chest slowed down, but her anger only boiled hotter. The smug, dopey jarhead smile of his...why didn't she hate it?

"I...*huff*...will...make you suffer for this...*wheeze*...Jake Sully," she hissed at her mate, flashing jagged fangs.

Rather than fear her, or even apologize, Jake simply tweaked her nose and pecked her on the forehead. What an asshole.

Maybe she could let him off the hook. Just this once.

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seangelfish · 3 months

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hiii if possible I would like to ask hdcns of relationship for bae with a little reader fem who works in the cleaning service of them apartment therefore she is them new cleaner, mc really loves her job since she is very good and finishes quickly, well it sounds long but in resum bae meets small but powerful cleaning lady mc :')) tkmm have a good day ¡

a/n; This was such an interesting request, but I'll try to make it work. I'm going to have to tweak the storyline a little bit, so I hope you're okay with that! Hope you enjoy reading! ⸜( ´ ꒳ ` )⸝☆

THEIR S/O AS THEIR CLEANER

Featured characters: Allen Sugasano, Hajun Yeon, Anne Faulkner ➜ Tags: Headcanons, bulletpoint fic, casual romance, established relationships, a whole lot of silliness, she/her pronouns, fem reader ➜ Synopsis: BAE with their own personal cleaning lady who happens to be their significant other!

You loved your job as a cleaner. It was fun and therapeutic. It was also really interesting to see how each client lived their lives through the state of their rooms...

ALLEN SUGASANO

Standing in a room that you knew off by heart, you sighed to yourself.

You rarely interacted with your clients before, so you didn't need to interact with him either. He wasn't even here to begin with, so you supposed that made things a little bit easier.

It wasn't like you picked this apartment to clean. After all, you were a part of a cleaning service where your manager brought those jobs to you. It so happens that this time, you're cleaning your boyfriend's apartment that he shared with his friends.

This is kind of funny, you thought. Pulling the gloves over your hands, you started working. It didn't take too long as the apartment was already tidy thanks to Hajun. You were just there to clean the harder spots.

During that, you would find music sheets in the most random places. You laughed as you collected them like it was some sort of game.

"He's so stupid," you murmured, scanning through the papers that Allen had dropped everywhere. Most of them were lyrics he had thought up, the rest were musical notes. You piled them neatly on his desk before leaving.

Allen returned from university and had noticed the pile of music sheets on his desk with a corresponding handwritten note on top of them saying, 'Be careful next time ;).'

He was weirded out, but mainly appreciative. "Wow, I was looking all over for these!" he chirped. "Our new cleaner is so nice!"

Since you were appointed to Allen's apartment for the next few weeks, you decided to mess with him. After every cleaning session, you'd leave him a little note on his desk.

Even more weirded out by the lovey-dovey letters, Allen tells Anne and Hajun about it. They didn't know you were their cleaner either, so they thought it was odd too. The next time you came to clean, they decided to confront you. (Anne thought of just complaining to the agency first, but Hajun convinced them otherwise.)

As you unlocked the door, they were there waiting for you on the other side.

"(Y/N)?" Allen yelled, confused. "YOU'RE our new cleaner?"

"Haha, you know... that makes perfect sense," chuckled Hajun. "Not only did she write YOU letters, but she cleaned your room too."

All you could do was laugh. "I'm sorry!" you exclaimed. "I was going to come clean when I was finished with my weeks here."

"Allen, you didn't recognise (Y/N)'s handwriting?" asked Anne, laughing.

When he thought about it, he did find it weird how the handwriting in those letters were familiar. Now that he knew it was you who wrote them, he found the letters kind of cute.

He was kind of disappointed that you were there temporarily though, but he was thankful for the work that you did.

So for the remaining weeks you were their cleaner, Allen would try to come home early to greet you even when you'd tell him that you were going to see him later anyway.

But he just wanted to see his beautiful girlfriend every chance he got! With how happy he was whenever he saw you, you couldn't help but laugh along with him. He would try to help you clean, but you'd always reject him as it was your job.

He had kept all the letters you wrote to him before as a keepsake, deciding to do the same for you before you stopped being their cleaner. And so on your last day, he did just that, slipping the note into your pocket when you weren't paying attention. You'd only realise once you got home, reading the letter that made your lips curve into a smile.

Thank you for everything, (Y/N). I love you! ♡

— Allen :)

HAJUN YEON

Things were getting a lot busier due to Paradox Live that Hajun had no time to clean the apartment. He decided to hire a cleaner to take the burden off his shoulders, but little did he know that the cleaner he hired was you, his girlfriend.

Hajun didn't know you were a cleaner. You decided to keep that a secret since you knew he would just tease you about it. There was also a chance he would put you down for working such a 'lowly job.'

But you liked your job as a cleaner! You were good at it and you loved helping people out!

When you saw that he had contacted you through the agency, you were extremely nervous. You didn’t want your boyfriend of high profile to find out that you were a cleaner!

So you decided that on the first day of cleaning his apartment, you were going to hide your identity.

With your hair up in a bun, wearing glasses and a mask, you were ready to clean your boyfriend’s apartment!

"So all I want you to clean is the bathroom, kitchen and the living room," he began. "I would appreciate it if you could organise things too. You don't need to clean our bedrooms or anything else."

You nodded in response. He was so polite, charming even, that it made you want to giggle.

"Text me when you're finished. I'll send the payment over when I return."

You nodded again, not wanting to reveal your voice. When Hajun left with a quick goodbye, that's when you started cleaning the place. You did as you were told, and once you were finished with the job, you texted Hajun straight away (through the agency's number, of course.)

Despite the many times you came to clean his apartment, Hajun, thankfully, didn't notice that it was you who was cleaning it. Though, his tone changed ever so slightly whenever he thanked you for your time. Then one day, you had to confront him on your payment.

"Um... excuse me, Mr. Yeon..." you said, changing up your voice a little. "You gave me more than what I should've been given..."

Hajun chuckled. "Just think of it as a bonus. You've been doing such a good job lately, and I would like to reward you for it."

"Oh, then... thank you so much...!"

He waved you goodbye as you left the apartment. You thought it was kind of weird for him to give you a bonus, but you appreciated it nevertheless – even if it was from your own boyfriend.

But as time went on, you became increasingly suspicious of Hajun and the words that he said. He would start complimenting little things about you as if he was flirting.

You would brush them off with only work on your mind, but then something set you off one day.

“You’re really cute, you know?” he said. “Are you perhaps interested in going to dinner with me tonight? If you’re free, that is~?”

Who was he talking to? Surely he didn’t know it was you, right? And if he didn’t, was he just flirting with his cleaner?

“I’m sorry, but I would have to reject…” you said bluntly. “Plus… someone like you probably has a girlfriend already.”

“No, I’m single,” he replied which made you stop in your tracks.

“…What?”

“So let’s go on a date," he clarified.

“Are you serious, Hajun?!” you cried, yanking your mask and glasses off. "Flirting with your own cleaner?!"

But what you didn't expect from him was laughter. He was laughing so much he had to hold in his stomach.

"Hahaha, (Y/N), did you really think I was going to cheat on you for my cleaner?" he guffawed. "Anyway, I knew it was you to begin with. How could I not recognise my lovely girlfriend?"

Arms crossed, you pouted and looked away from his gaze. Hajun brought you closer to him, embracing you with gentle hands.

"Why didn't you tell me you were a cleaner?" he asked.

"...You'd make fun of me for it," you murmured into his chest. "I was scared you'd hate me for it."

Well, it was true that Hajun wouldn't want to be interacting with people 'below' him (look at the twins for example), but it was you. He wouldn't have thought that about you.

He reassured you that he didn't care what you worked as. If you liked your job, then that was all that mattered. Plus, he thought you did an excellent job at cleaning their apartment.

"Isn't my girlfriend the best~?" he singsonged as he rocked you back and forth. "(Y/N), I'm proud of you no matter what you do. Now... would you like to go to dinner with me?"

You nodded, smiling up at him. "Yes, I would love to."

ANNE FAULKNER

Anne had suggested to Hajun that they hire a cleaner since the next few weeks were going to be really busy for them. Not only was Paradox Live in their minds, but also exams.

Hajun had agreed, but before he could find a cleaner, Anne recommended you, their girlfriend.

So here you were cleaning their apartment and Anne's room. It had you thinking that the reason they recommended you was literally so you could clean their room.

You didn't mind it though. They were your partner after all. And anyway, cleaning Anne's room was fun. You loved seeing all the clothes and decorations they had in their room – it said a lot about their character. After cleaning, you'd hang out in their room too, waiting for them to come back from university or work.

Usually, the three would be at university whenever you were cleaning, so there was minimal interaction. By the time you'd finish, you were gone (unless it was a day you wanted to spend with Anne).

They were in awe at how fast you cleaned up the place, leaving not a speck of dust. Anne was really proud of you as they listened to their friends' compliments about you.

However, when they were at home and you were cleaning, you would chime into their conversations. The four of you were friends, so it wasn't weird to butt into what they were discussing. Usually, the conversations were about music, but sometimes they were about lectures.

Since exams were coming up, the three were revising. Hajun was studying in his own room whilst Anne was with Allen. You were in the background cleaning up their kitchen with headphones on. When you were finished for the day, you tapped Anne lightly on the shoulder.

"Anne, I'm done. I'm going to go now–"

"W-Wait, (Y/N)! Could you help us for a bit?" Anne asked with their hands together, begging you to stay. "Please~? I know how smart you are~"

"Anne..."

Even Allen joined in on the begging.

"You guys, I'm your cleaner, not your tutor!" you whined. "We also take different courses!"

Sometimes Anne would help you clean so you could view them as responsible, but you would never let them. With how fast you were going, you would end up cleaning the spot they were trying to clean before they could even finish.

"Anne, just leave it to me, okay?"

They admired you for how hardworking you were and would always compliment you when your job was done. Hugging and kissing you all over that it was kind of embarrassing.

When your time at their apartment came to an end, Anne was upset that they wouldn't be able to see you every day like before. But they knew that you weren't going to clean their apartment forever, so they thought of gifting you something before you left.

"Here, (Y/N), a gift for you for being my favourite cleaner!" they said excitedly, handing you over an envelope.

You opened it up, and as you expected, it was cash – a whole stack of it.

"Anne, you didn't need to–"

"I had to. You worked so hard for the last few weeks and you deserve it," they said. "I earned this all for you by the way, so you better take it! Get yourself something nice, okay~?"

You grinned, happiness and love overflowing you. You jumped into their arms, thanking them for being your favourite client.

"Then let's have a date tonight!" you chirped. "We haven't been able to have a proper date lately!"

"Okay, love, let's do that!"

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Warning! I will be blogging about my first Tales of Abyss playthrough here. If you don't want to see it or be flooded or smth, blacklist "sevi plays tales of the abyss"

@magicmetslogic get tagged!

Soooo started Tales of the Abyss now! (I kept thinking it's called Tales of Abyss, without the "the", RIP me) Must say, this immediately felt incredibly different of a premise to Vesperia (the only Tales I have finished til now) and Zestiria (which I... maybe barely passed the prologue, lol). I think a lot of that is because of Luke and his situation. Getting into that later on.

But! Let's start from the top.

Absolutely gorgeous opening for one, really loved it. I probably got spoilered without realizing it, but with no context, that's not terrible. I remain blissfully unaware!

It immediately felt a bit faster paced story-wise. A bit more emotionally taxing on the protagonist, too. To start, I open the game and get immediately met with red-headed, hot-headed Luke (who is fittingly spoken by Yuri Lowenthal, who voiced Tidus in FFX) and Ithink he's an upbeat headstrong guy - which he is but -

I barely leave his room to get thrown a skit immediately:

I hit the mental breaks when I read that because what. What. You just kept your kid inside like a pet or something?

I mean, in Vesperia, Estelle had a sheltered upbringing as well, and was certainly a bit on the naive side, but she at least was acutely aware of the world outside of the walls of her prison. Luke is not even given that, which you realize approximately two minutes into the game since his only contact to the outside world seems to be his swordfight trainer Van. I am absolutely flabbergasted. This is damaging to a kid!

(And no, this is no normal response to your kid getting kidnapped. Protecting him is one thing. Putting him on house arrest a whole other. I suspect it's not just a security thing but there is more going on here.)

And then next mental break: What the hell is Flynn Scifo doing here?

I'm joking, I'm joking. And yes I have been informed that technically, Flynn is a copy of Guy since Vespy came out later. But still. With my minimum knowledge of Tales, forgive me for immediately drawing connection to Versperia at every turn. And the likeness is startling! XD He seems to be a good guy that Guy (pft) so for now, I like the boy.

(Stop climbing outta windows like a thief though!)

Ah. Really glad I decided to explore the rooms a little. This is...

Well. I assume this was meant to be one of those anime-typical jokes of "haha, he's afraid of this or that" but... call me old-fashioned or a snowflake or whatever the correct term is but I don't think this is very funny. These two quite literally have him cornered, and he looks outright terrified of them. And instead of backing off - or Luke rescuing him - we just have to leave again? Uff. Don't like.

Never quite liked making fun of things others are afraid of, not even if it seems silly from outside.

... Oh wow. Luke is even more sheltered than I thought. This seems to be general, public knowledge, and he got nothing? Does he not get any kind of schooling while on house arrest?

From their reactions, this is not something he is supposed to know but forgot, but more like, nobody even told him. That's... okay. I seriously question his parents right now as well as Van for not teaching him even basics of the outside world.

(On the other hand, in a sense of dumbing it all down for a new player, this is quite genius. Given that Luke needs to be explained everything, so does the player learn at the same time. but still. Questionable decisions all around.)

Utterly. Questionable. Decisions.

Yes I'm already going full on protective mama bear mode on Luke. Give me a caged, sad kid who tries to put on a loud and confident facade and I immediately go "mine" XD

And now, for that faster pacing...

Ma'am I JUST finished the tutorial would you please refrain from killing me til I got to practice some more!

#sevi plays tales of the abyss #tales of the abyss

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hi!! i really like your writing:) you followed me last night and i was So Confused because i don’t post i just repost with stupid tags HAHA if you can and your requests are open (i checked like 29 times and read the rules and im still scared im gonna mess this up and i missed something), can you write a suggestive mcd garroth and laurance little drabble? if you want a direction to go in, i really like fanfics where they fight and it turns into a suggestive bit ^_^ thanks so much aahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

TRAINING TOGETHER

featuring : mcd garroth, laurance synopsis : after deciding to train to be a guard, you seek the help of none other then a knight from phoenix drop. yet, after a tough training session, things begin to get a bit out of hand... tags : mature, romance, friends to lovers, sword-fighting, training, kissing, making out, suggestive word count : 2.5k | around 1.2k per character! a/n : woohoo, my first request done! this was really fun to write, so i hope you enjoy!! these two were so silly to write, i just love them so much!

even though this post does not contain explicit sexual content, it is still suggestive in what it implies! please be aware of this before reading!

GARROTH

As someone who has always dreamt of being a guard, you didn’t exactly have the schedule of one.

After sleeping in for what seemed later than normal, your eyes quickly shot open as you remembered what today was.

Shit.

Your weekly training with Garroth was this morning.

As you quickly shot up from your bed, you ran around your house putting on the first pieces of clothing you could find.

After slipping over a plain tunic along with some boots, you swung open your door, slamming it behind you as you sprinted towards the training grounds.

As you passed through the town, many of the other villagers looked at you with amusement as you exhausted yourself on the way there. They had gotten used to watching you run late to almost everything.

Ever since you were younger, you had always aimed to be a guard.

Except, with the village guards being scarce and always so busy, you were never able to train. This was the very reason that got you rejected from the training program in O’khasis.

Of course, since things have been more and more easier under Lord Aphmau’s rule, the guards have increased, and with that, so has their availability.

After seeking out a guard to help train you, the Head Guard, Garroth, gladly accepted. Even though he himself learnt his sword-fighting in O’khasis, he always mentioned that it wasn’t required to make a good guard, and that all that mattered was the strength in one’s loyalty.

Since you met him from when he arrived, he always showed himself to be loyal.

Ever since then, your hopes have been raised.

It has been weeks since you began training with him, your sword-fighting skills increasing almost tenfold since the first day.

And yet one thing has never changed.

Your tardiness.

As arrived at the training grounds, you keeled over, hands on your knees as you breathed deeply. A disapproving Garroth watched from afar, smiling at the scene.

“Yet again you're late.” He noted, leaning against the guard tower.

“Yeah,” You panted. “No shit.”

He frowned at your response. “Watch your tone, we’re supposed to be prepping you to be a guard, remember? Guards do not speak that way.” As you finally caught your breath, you stood up straight, nodding. “Right… I’m sorry.” “Great.” Garroth pushed himself off the bricks, reaching for his sword. “Now, are you ready to begin our training that was supposed to start at sunrise?” He teased.

“Haha, very funny.” You sighed at the remark, reaching for the hilt of your sword… before finding it not there.

You frantically patted yourself down, quickly realizing that you had forgotten your sword at home.

“You know, I was waiting for you to notice.” Garroth chuckled. He motioned his head towards the guard tower. “Go grab an extra sword from the armory.” You groaned as you made your way over there, picking up a random sword.

As you made your way back over to the training grounds, you noticed Garroth watched you with a smirk.

All you wanted was to wipe that stupid look off his face.

As you took your position, readying your sword in front of you, you let your eyes focus on the trained knight before you.

This man had been trained amongst would be Jury Of Nine members, so of course he’d be tough to beat.

It wasn’t until he counted down that you brought yourself back to the present, focusing.

As the word “go” left his mouth, he rushed towards you, unrelenting on his force.

His first contact with your sword was strong, catching you off guard. You held your stance, pushing against his blade, causing him to jump back to regain his own footing.

“Nice defense, your hold is getting stronger.” He smirked, slowly circling you like a shark staring down its prey.

As it seemed he was going to keep taunting you, never truly moving towards you, you decided to take the opportunity to take the lead.

You rushed towards him, putting all your strength into the swing of your sword as it collided with his.

He held his stance, before you both pulled back, colliding your swords once more.

It wasn’t until you shared several more blows that you started to feel sweat pooling on your forehead. This singular match has gone on longer than your usual time, so it wasn’t surprising that your muscles started to ache in response.

Out of nowhere, Garroth swung his sword with all his might, causing your own blade to go flying off towards the bushes behind you.

As you fell to the ground, the blonde stood above you, holding his sword towards your throat.

“You need to work on your grip.” He heaved, before sheathing his sword, offering his hand out to you with a smile.

That’s when you thought of something devious.

You swept your leg under his, causing him to fall on top of you with an “Oof!”.

“And you should work on your stance.” You giggled.

Garroth adjusted himself, his hands caging you in on both sides of your shoulders. As he took notice of your current position, he paused, just looking at you in the eyes.

You couldn’t help notice just how beautiful his cerulean eyes were. You were so lost within the blue that you didn’t notice how his pupils dilated, his position above you growing stiff.

It was then that his eyes wandered down to your lips, almost watching them impatiently.

With that, you practically couldn’t stop yourself from looping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

As the two of you sat in silence, it wasn’t long before Garroth spoke.

“Can… Can I kiss you?”

A sense of wonder filled his eyes as he watched your expression switch into one of joy.

You smiled, slightly tilting your head. “Yes.” When he kissed you, it felt like all pieces of a puzzle were finally connected. With his lips locked against yours, you savored the feeling as much as possible.

He pulled back for a breath for only about five seconds before diving back to kiss you once again.

His lips hurriedly pressed against yours as if the two of you were running out of time and his goal was to taste your lips on a dying breath.

As if a knee-jerk reaction, you slowly moved your hands from around his neck to his hips, pulling his lower half closer. Garroth couldn’t help but groan at the friction.

His face was flushed, tinted pink all the way to the tips of his ears.

As you lay beneath the blushing blonde, it wasn’t long before your perfect moment was interrupted.

“Sir Garroth! Come quick! Kiki’s animals got loose and-”

The two of you whipped your heads around to see a dirtied Dante, covered in hoove marks and mud, looking at you both all flustered.

He quickly brought his hand to his face, covering his eyes. “Oh my- uh, nevermind! I’m sorry to interrupt-” He stuttered as he began to quickly rush away.

Garroth stumbled off of you, rolling over in the grass before stumbling as he went to chase after Dante “W-Wait! It’s not what it looks like!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the guard’s reaction to being caught, catching his attention.

He turned around, puffing his cheeks. “Don’t think you’re getting away from this!” He yelled, before giving you a soft smirk. “I’ll swing by your house later this evening to continue where we left off, okay?”

And with that, he ran after the younger blue-haired knight.

Now it was your turn to flush, as your mind conjured up several images within your mind that left not much to the imagination.

And you just couldn’t wait.

LAURANCE

Who in Irene’s name suggests training in the middle of the woods?

As you made your way through the shrubbery, pushing aside all sorts of branches and leaves, you kept asking yourself if you were going the right way.

When you left the gates of Phoenix Drop earlier in the day, you felt something in your stomach twist. Perhaps it was a bad omen as to your situation now?

The training area Laurance had told you to meet at was somewhat northwest of the wall, in a clearing in which you could see the ocean.

As if such directions would be easy to follow within an overgrown forest such as this!

He had originally suggested it in an empty area so the two of you “could have no distractions”, which in hindsight, you seriously should have doubted more. That charmer of a man always had ulterior motives.

The brunette himself had gone ahead of you earlier in the day, saying he’d set up the area with equipment and some rations.

Why the hell did you let him go ahead of you?!

As you continued to stumble over tree roots and unforeseen rocks, your eyes eventually caught sight of the ocean.

You had to be close!

You continued to trudge forward, your new boots practically covered in dirt. As you made your way into the clearing, you saw Laurance polishing his sword, his hair tied up into a small ponytail.

While you approached him, you stepped on a twig, alerting him of your presence.

“Took you long enough.” He smirked, raising his head to look at you. “For a minute I was beginning to think you stood me up.”

You scoffed, taking off your satchel and placing it next to what seemed to be the bag of rations he had brought. “Maybe I would have gotten here sooner if someone had at least made it more obvious where this “secret” area was.”

“You do know what the word secret means, do you not?” He chuckled. “And besides, I’m sort of glad you had to stumble through the woods by yourself. I mean, just look at the state you’re in right now!” He held back a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand as he pointed at you.

You quickly looked around your clothes, seeing countless spots of dirt littered across it, before patting your head to find leaves scattered amongst your hair. You picked out as many twigs from your hair as you could before finally dusting yourself off.

You swung your head back towards his direction with a pout. “I can’t stand you.”

He smiled at the comment, before standing up with his sword in hand, throwing away the cloth he used to polish the blade beforehand.

“So, are you ready to face the all mighty, powerful Laurance?” You guffawed at the comment. “My, it seems you're even more full of yourself than usual.” You unsheathed your own blade in response.

As the two of you began to circle the area, an unspoken commencement of the training between you two, you kept distance from the brunette as you surveyed his moves.

You kept watching his stance, waiting for an opening, until out of chance his foot slipped up just slightly.

Perfect.

You lept towards him, raising your blade above your head before bringing it down with such might that even he was surprised.

He blocked it easily, sure, but his stance was still unstable. Your first move had caused him to move his feet to re-adjust himself.

A great play indeed.

Your eyes watched as he let his feet move back.

He must have sensed your motives, as his eyes followed yours to his feet. Of course, being the trained guard he was, he wasn’t about to just let you defeat him so easily from a minor slip-up.

The Shadow Knight decided to turn the tables on you, swooping beneath your own feet, causing you to slam into the ground.

He followed you soon after, pushing his sword against yours whilst on top of you. Your eyes trailed over his body, trying to find a weak spot to escape your soon defeat.

Soon, your eyes landed on the side of his lower abdomen, and your foot instinctively kicked him, causing him to fall off to the side.

You took the chance and jumped onto him, your knee pinning down the arm in which he held his sword, with your own blade aimed at his neck.

As you straddled his waist, pinning him down by your blade, you couldn’t help but breath heavily.

“I won.” You smiled, watching as his light blue eyes never left your own. “I won!” You repeated, only this time cheering.

He smirked as you took pride in your victory. “Really? Because right now it really feels like I won.” His eyes wandered, looking you up and down.

You couldn’t help but slightly flush, realizing the position the two of you were in. “You know I can slit your throat if I wanted to, right?” “And yet you don’t seem to be doing it.” He smiled smugly. “Seems to me that you might care for little ol’ Laurance.”

You rolled your eyes as you sheathed your sword back within your scabbard. “In your dreams.” You responded, before turning to get off of the knight.

That was when he grabbed your hand, pulling you flush against him, before he rolled you both over; switching your positions.

As he towered over you on the ground, he brought his hand to your cheek, cupping it gently, before whispering your name.

Your face flushed, the color change obvious enough for Laurance to notice with a smirk. He began to lean down, closing in the proximity between the two of you.

Before simply plucking a stray leaf from your hair.

“You missed a spot.” This. Asshole.

The look of disappointment seemed to have shown as your face, as his smug grin grew even wider. “Hm? What’s wrong? You look a bit frustrated.” He teased, basking in the fruits of his actions.

You puffed your cheeks, sighing. “You know, if you’re thinking about doing something, just go ahead and do it instead of humiliating me.”

A confused look spread across his face before he smiled again, leaning closer to you. “So you do want me.”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

It took only a moment for that to process in his brain before he swooped in and planted his lips upon yours.

Your heart fluttered as you felt Laurance battle to take the lead. His lips almost fight against yours as if you were dueling once more.

At some point, you decided to just let him win, seeing as you beat him in your duel.

That’s when he turned you over, both of you laying on your sides as his hands flew to grip your hips. The action caused you to let out a gasp on Laurance's lips, which he took as an opportunity to let his tongue explore. His knee popped up in response, placing itself between your thighs.

You felt like you were going to die. From the way he kissed you, to the grip he had on your hips, and the friction he was causing between your legs? Oh my Irene, it was incredible.

As he pulled back to take a breath, you suddenly realized the two of you were outside… anyone could see you.

But your worries were quickly assuaged as you realized… This place was secret after all.

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