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tea-and-finalfantasy · 7 months

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some mk1 underwear preference hcs & dick hcs

content warnings and other notes at top, just below cut

post discusses genitals, underwear, nonhuman anatomy, sex (mentioned briefly for the most part). breeding and eggs are mentioned for the last two characters as they're non-human but it's more in an informative way than a kink way. like i'm explaining how their parts work to some degree, not getting into raunchy details

+ i skipped size descriptions unless i had a particular thought/generally everyone's average size wise unless it's stated otherwise bc we love all sizes here. like i considered making a small to large graph but i feel like people would assume i put some characters in certain places for like? joke reasons? like haha he has the smallest dick of (x group of characters) but it's just a personal hc and i love small dicks so i just skipped it so people wouldn't assume i think it's a bad thing

+ i imagine all of them in some elaborate polycule (+ the girls too) so any mention of a ship here is also with the intention of p much everyone else being there too lol/don't feel boxed in if i mention a ship you don't like bc you can either ignore it or add it in addition to the ship you do like

Johnny

probably the only circumcised one of the group? it's not as common where the other guys are from--even considering the czech republic vs the states/it's more common in the US--so that's what i'm going with i think

def waxes his body hair for the most part but when he does more directing than acting or has a break in contracts, he just trims it

has a bit of a natural tan and will sunbathe on his property nude so the tan is even everywhere. doesn't do it as often or at all post... everything bc he's like i had four random visitors to my mansion, i'm not risking having that happen but having my cock out for it

has a single mole on one testicle

used to wearing compression underwear and or a cup for films/stunts so it's a common part of his wardrobe

prefers jockstraps (like i hc most of these guys to have worn jocks for athletic things but johnny also prefers them outside of that) but wears loose leg boxers around the house/in the mornings before he gets ready or chills in them all day if he's not going out

Kenshi

some freckles below his belly button

def has a hanabira-style of scarification right above the cock although i'm not set on the design

most likely something that'd go with his tattoos so it could fall into the category of plants/flowers but i can't make out his tats super well LOL so i'm not sure what would work

suchin is thai so she wouldn't have a family symbol for him to use but i think it'd be cool for kenshi to have something inspired by her almost signifying concealed but true devotion to her vs visible but false devotion to the yakuza

trims his pubes but struggles with it more after becoming blind because (hc abt how ancestor's sight work) yeah he can whip out sento but he reserves that for fighting or for like. staring at johnny/needing to see his or someone else's facial expression, not for every everyday thing (like he'll use a cane to walk around in public, he gets captioning for films, he asks people to describe things, johnny's place is redesigned so it works better with his needs, etc)

plus i like to hc that yeah he can see with it but sometimes it's outlines, sometimes it's flashes of vision that can give him headaches, and even if it were perfect sight, he can't have sento in public for the most part

hairier than the others (minus kuai liang) and always has stubble on his face but is still closer to average

in comparison to johnny wearing loose boxers around the house, he'll just go for sweatpants which seems like the more conservative option until johnny catches him--known modest dresser kenshi takahashi--shifting the waistband and johnny realizes he's not wearing underwear at all

really does like going commando but only really does it alone or around partners--usually sticks to long leg boxers instead

please god though, give us a reason to imagine this man in a fundoshi

Raiden

trims, doesn't have a lot of body hair anyways

real pretty, decently long and girthy, real smooth--a cock that really fills the senses (the whole mouth, musk in the nose and sinuses, taste sticks around for a while)

inexperienced in using it though which is totally fine but he feels especially embarrassed having such a pretty cock with heft to it--like he feels like he should be an expert on sex or else it's wasted (which like. dude that's ur cock it's ur body, that's it lol)

prefers briefs bc he's cute

Kung Lao

trims but doesn't have a lot of body hair anyways

some nice veins, girthier than Raiden but slightly shorter. no dick measuring contests here but definitely a lot of handjobs between best bros so they know each other like the backs of their hands. like the insides of their hands. like the hands they use for handjobs

like i don't really care to write in dick size envy in here anyways but he sees raiden freeze up in sexual situations and is comfortable with having a more average size in comparison without the fear of expectation tacked on to a larger size lol

wears short leg boxer briefs when working, wears nothing when not working

Liu Kang

i wanna say hung like a stallion but also he does so many backflips he 100% wears compression underwear. and anyone who asks is like oh is it bc ur a god that u have a big dick? and he's like ah no i just look like this. he's shy about it

i can't find any accurate info on chinese underwear without western influence so hey it's compression underwear while fighting and nothing the rest of the time i guess

Baraka

i write Tarkat AU wise to be like Mileena's where it's not always noticeable or flaring up SO if i keep with that hc, i can see him having some scarring, as he does everywhere else (think if Mileena's mouth switched between the Tarkat style teeth and a slit-mouth style scarring on her uninfected face) so there's that kind of lumpy scarring and the associated pain with it but (again if we go with Tarkat flaring up, like a chronic pain situation) he's able to have sex and not be in pain sometimes, other nights it's not as possible

think a jacob's ladder piercing would be really cool on him!

loose leg boxers are ideal as it keeps off the skin (i feel like Tarkat is supposed to be blood-related or fluid-related? like the risk in battle would be blood contact BUT we're shown ppl itching a lot--like ok i know it's not explained at all but i can see him having skin sensitivity so loose fitting garments would be most comfortable for him)

Bi-Han

foreskin stays on tight even when hard

really sensitive frenulum

thin-ish cock

trims his pubes, has a bit more body hair than, say, kung lao and raiden, but generally is average or slightly lower than that in that regard. like more than tomas too and it's more noticeable on him than on someone like johnny but kenshi's hairier

prefers shorter leg boxers, closer to briefs

Kuai Liang

so much of him is covered in hair (sideburns, always has stubble, thick hair on his head whereas bi-han's is thinner, chest hair, noticeable hair on the fingers/toes whereas it isn't for bi-han or tomas) and this is esp true below the belt (thick happy trail, pubes extend between the legs,)

dick specific, has a prince albert piercing (still accounting for foreskin though). a secret joy

doesn't trim the majority of his body hair (only keeps his face shaved and even then, he always has neck stubble + neck pigmentation + shaving scars there too) but also notices how prevalent it is and is shy about it if he thinks too hard about it

prefers longer leg boxers and long, thermal ones in winter--generally goes the modest route unless encouraged to branch out (cough cough hanging out w johnny hc where johnny goads him into wearing a jock he's like uh? does it suit me alright? and jc is like -lowers glasses- uh yeah i--Damn)

Tomas

really soft skin, maybe a nice vein or two

hair is not super visible due to the color and he's smoother than the other two anyways

prefers briefs as the resident european man. definitely opts for like, swimming trunks though in a beach situation and the guys are def like (aw i wanted to see him in a speedo :/)

Syzoth

the softest skin, small cock (smallest of the group too) and perfect, round balls

nice to play with the shaft between two fingers as it's a really compact, neat size

yeah in his zaterran form, he gains some length and size, making knotting + egg laying easier/more possible, but he's still not as well-endowed as other zaterrans/his human form is still him so small dick it is!!

plus, when he shifts form, he can almost rotate between options? he can have a cock only, a cock/vagina combo, a cloaca instead of anything else--pretty much any combination of things he wants depending on how he wants to play it

doesn't like a lot of fabrics so unless he's staying with company and will wear loose leg boxers, he doesn't wear anything under his clothes

i think he'd look especially good in a thong but considering how that item fits (always manages to get in the crack of your ass, doesn't have to be super tight but might not always be the most comfortable bc of how it falls) i think he'd have too many sensory issues to wear one

BONUS

Ashrah

i give her shapeshifting powers too and always hc that with that, anything someone shifts into will be like, what suits their body? like she can't change the heft/length as it's predetermined sort of? the shapeshifting part is in the changing of type, not the appearance beyond that? like syzoth can shift but it's between two predetermined forms. like that

is the biggest, thickest, and heaviest out of everyone. she's not human and it's apparent in the shape, pattern, function, etc.

matte black with tan spot patterns, has three bulbous swells? ridges? at the end which aids in the production of fluid and eventually the shaping of eggs

she initially can't lay eggs but is researching this like magic (like how smoke could learn practical magic--it's not impossible) to breed syzoth

he doesn't get that experience as a zaterran due to being cast out (i can see any zaterran switching between breeding and being bred when it's mating season) so while he can breed others to some extent, although it won't take unless they're another zaterran, he can't be bred in that way by anyone

he experiences some grief in missing out on that exact experience either in breeding someone with the intent to have kids (like he doesn't want a family rn but does want kids eventually and it hurts not knowing if it'll ever be possible with any of his partners) or being bred either for fulfilling a heat or for having kids

so ashrah kind of spearheads this search towards like. is there a way for me to do that for him, how would that work, how can i involve the others in on this whether it's through moral support/vocal support/comforting presences or using magic to SLIGHTLY AND TEMPORARILY morph their physiology in some ways (not eggs in this case but knots/girth)

it's curious and fun and interesting and a longer discussion for another post ^^;

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 headcanons #mortal kombat 1 headcanons #my posts

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chickensarentcheap · 1 month

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Only if you want to, for both (or just Esme if you prefer)

Do they act differently with different people?

What talents do they have?

What virtues do they exhibit regularly?

Does your character have a habit, annoying or otherwise?

What did they learn from each parent, good or bad

Drinking habits, drug use, now and before?

What memories or responses do smells evoke?

How are they with money?

What is their house/home environment like?

What do they wear when they want to be comfortable?

How does your character feel about silence?

What does your character do when they are angry?

Esme:

Esme is just so vibrant and bubbly. A total social butterfly. She's very warm and welcoming to and with everyone. People are drawn to her personality and she's one hundred percent genuine if she likes you. With Tyler of course she's different; there's always a flirtatious undertone to their conversations and interactions. If she's on a job, she hangs onto that very extroverted and cheerful demeanour but she's also a completely different Esme as well. The one that lies and manipulates and cons to get the work done.

Baking is definitely one of her talents. Along with sewing, crocheting, knitting. She makes clothing and sleep bags for babies and doll clothes for Addie. And she's got an eye for interior decorating :)

I would say her three main virtues are compassion, loyalty, assertiveness

I would say how she rambles when she's telling a story. Especially if she's really invested in it and excited. She leaves her tea mugs everywhere around in the house, in the outbuildings, the office. Tyler is always finding them. And there's always tea left over. She can be a little neurotic at times. And she's a total blanket hog lol

She definitely learned how to be a better mother because her own was so terrible at it. I think from her dad she got his optimism and outgoing personaity.

She was a moderate to heavy drinker after her first marriage fell apart, but after moving to NYC and finding work and stability, she was able to quit and never touched alcohol again for quite a while. She'll have an occasional drink. Like a glass or two of wine if out to dinner or at an event. They don't keep booze in the house and only ever purchase it if they're having a party or certain friends are coming over. She does indulge in weed every now and then. To help with anxiety.

The smell of gasoline sometimes will take her back to the bridge in Dhaka. Which brings on a near flight or flight response. It's still a very difficult thing for her to accept and deal with at times.

These two are never going to run out of money, if she spends tons every day lol. That being said, she's very good with what she does spend. She isn't a real glitz and glamour, designer clothes/shoes kind of person. She loves shopping at Target lol

In the main series, they had purchased an old beach bungalow and over the years have completely gutted, renovated, and expanded it. It has seven bedrooms, four bathrooms, an enormous pantry off the kitchen, a finished basement. There's a handful of outbuildings: where weapons and other 'work' things are securely stored, an office, a gym. There's a a few expansive gardens, an area for the goats, chickens, and the two pigs, a pool, guest house, and a lot of things for the kids. A skateboarding area, rock climbing wall, and swings and play equipment, a trampoline. In Lost and Found, they live in a very modest and quaint three bedroom place. A nice little starter home.

She definitely wears yoga pants or sweats and an enormous t-shirt.

She doesn't like silence. It's foreign to her. She's so used to a lot of noise lol

Esme gives the silent treatment. She'll slam cupboards, doors, throw things in the sink lol. Just to send a message. He knows when to stay away.

Tyler:

Tyler is a completely different person outside of the home with people that aren't part of his immediate tribe. He's very much the strong, silent type. He doesn't do much other than nod and give a bit of a smile. He's just not a social person. That's Esme's thing. He always jokes that when they got places together, she does all the talking and he just has to stand there and look cute lol. To outsiders, he's very intimidating. A lot of people are scared of him. At home with her and the kids, he's a softer and gentler person. He has exceptional patience, he's very patient and understanding. With Esme, even the kids talk about how he sounds and looks different when he's with her and interacting with her. They talk about his eyes and his face change. There's always this love and adoration and devotion towards her. Does that make sense? lol

Tyler is an excellent artist. Drawing is his forte. He's also a great cook and can play the guitar.

His three main virtues would be patience, pererverance, loyalty

His most annoying habit is tracking sand through the house lol. He snores. Horribly.

I think from his mom, he learned patience, courage, tenacity. All he really learned from his father was not to ever be like him when it came to how to treat his wife and his children.

Tyler is and always will be an alcoholic and drug addict. Even though not active with either of those vices.

I would say that there's one smell that brings emotions and memories out, and that's Esme's shampoo. She's been using the same shampoo since they first met. It's the smell of love. And home. Coconut, milk, and honey.

Tyler is very good with money and very good at making money. but man, can he spoil the hell out of his wife and kids lol

Their home is his paradise. His sanctuary. His safe place :)

Board shorts. Or really baggy sweats lol

He's so used to noise that silence would be unnerving to him.

Oh, Tyler is a wild one when he's angry. He unfortunately lashed out. Verbally. although he's learning to deal with that and not do it. Because Esme is usually on the receiving end :(. He's become very good at just knowing when he needs to walk away and do something else. Go for a run, a surf, workout in the gym.

#Tyler and Esme series

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firstdivisiongirl · 24 days

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HiI! I'd like to request a matchup for my perfect match in Tokyo Revengers

I go by she/her and my MBTI type is ISFJ (might be incorrect)

I love to read, write fiction stories, and draw. I read a variety of genres, one of those being Fantasy, romance, mystery, horror, and adventure.

I hate getting touched by people but at the same time I crave it. I suffer from Germophobia, which is an extreme fear of germs/dirty stuff. I only allow people I trust and have spent a long time with to touch me otherwise I'd feel uncomfortable and annoyed. (Last time that happened I had a panic attack and cleaned my whole room.)

I am a very loyal and caring person towards my loved ones. I would go out of my way to do everything for them such as giving them a story I wrote or something I drew for them. However I am easily angered. I hate people who lack empathy for others, when people make assumptions about me, and when people are just straight up stupid.

I spent hours inside the world in my head. I like to imagine scenarios of my original characters and their very own world.

I'm very anxious. One thing would easily worry me and it could either get worse or better. It's pretty bad. I've cried for a whole week because of it. I need to constantly be reassured.

Speaking of crying, I tend to cry by myself and quietly in my room. I hate it when my family finds out about it and I always act like I was fine when they come to my room.

I'm scared of being abandoned by my loved ones. I always worry that one day my best friend will leave me and I wish I could have more friends.

I keep my problems to myself. Not once have I ever told a single person in my life about what I'm going through because I don't want to burden them and I just don't know how to open up in general.

I'm pretty harsh on myself. I would always sulk whenever I couldn't bring myself to study or do something productive. I feel disappointed in myself and a failure to my parents.

I'm hesitant to eat out of fear of worsening my health. Whenever I eat a large portion of food, I would always regret it and avoid eating so much or eating nothing at all.

Based on fashion style, I don't know. I just wear whatever is available but I so desperately wish I could wear a more Gothic style or Coquette. I love pretty pink colors but also dark colors. I wear modest clothes. Anything tight or revealing makes me uncomfortable.

When it comes to music, I LOVE The Neighborhood, Lana Del Rey, Melanie Martinez, Isabel Larosa, and Lady Gaga.

I also HATE summer. I hate the heat, sweating makes me more annoyed than usual.

I'm a morning person but I cannot sleep consistently. My sleep schedule always gets messed up after 3 days.

I would love to go out with someone I know to explore abandoned/haunted buildings. I've never done that but I would not turn down the opportunity when given.

I love the rain, especially when it's quiet and empty whenever I'm at. I just love a gloomy/creepy atmosphere.

I think that's all there is to me. I would put more but it goes against my privacy. 😭

I would prefer a male character, thanks! ❤

Hey hey hey. Let’s get you a match. I hope you like it.

You Got…

Ryusei Satou!!!

Loves a good haunted place! Will take you to haunted places for dates.

Feel like you two have similar taste in music

He would support you and tell you that you are perfect no matter how bad you feel.

He is extremely loyal. You would never have to worry about him ever leaving you

Would respect your disliking of germs. He wouldn’t touch you if you didn’t want him too

I think he would enjoy you reading to him white he naps. It would make him happy to hear your voice as he dreams

#first division girl #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers matchups #tokyo revengers matchup #tr matchups #tr matchup #tokyo rev matchup

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freekzoutarchive · 7 months

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🧑‍🍼 - How do they feel about kids? 💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection? ( ruth!! )

❣️ - What are their love languages? 👗 - How comfortable would they be wearing a skirt or dress? ( funke!! )

🧑‍🍼 - i think ruth went through an Ew Kids Are Icky phase like most of us but she doesn't dislike them. she vastly prefers older kids to babies and toddlers -- she doesn't know what to do with a baby, and she doesn't know what to say to a toddler. she isn't a natural around them and they sense that, but most are patient with her. her appreciation for kids has grown over the years. funke is basically a big kid so she's getting loads of practice.

💓 - suddenly noticing that you have All of her attention, at All times. ruth is not one to make her nerves plain, so if she starts mixing up her words or acting clumsy or otherwise screwing up, you know that something's awry. i think this answer kinda ties into this question, but another sign is wanting to spend all of her time with you, following you around like a puppy, wanting to know everything.

❣️ - funke's got a big heart and an almost overdeveloped yet underused sense of loyalty -- he has so little going for him socially, but in a way that actually helps to weed out the people who aren't worth it. acts of service, quality time, and words of affirmation are his big three, but he also loves to be physical, once he knows you're comfy with that -- that's important to him, that he's sure of that, first. eventually, he will give you noogies. he is very generous, in particular, with his noogies. funke does not make his love and affection for you subtle and it is very very easy to win him over.

👗 - Very comfortable......... wouldn't go out of his way to wear one, but has no qualms! funke is Not an insecure person and is confident in his masculinity, but goes about it in a quiet, modest way -- not counting the farting.

#asks.#master blaster.#burnin' down the house.#sourwit #ty io <33

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raevil · 1 year

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THE MONSTER IN THE DARK ⸻

CHARACTERS ˳ nayika deesomlert ( dee ), wooshik, jinseop & jewon ( minor characters ), mentions unknown women a couple of times

WORD COUNT ˳ 5.9k / 5,973 words

WARNINGS ˳ swearing, mentions food and vomiting. dee gets unconscious and then partly kidnapped. death, murder and blood is spoken about most in this piece. dee decapitates one of the guys, but it’s not descriptive. weapons, mostly knives and an axe. dee acts different in the second half of this piece ( more crazy ) and tortures the guys. mentions burning and burying the bodies briefly. if we missed anything, let us know!

NOTE ˳ some might recognise this piece from one of aine’s old groups, but we’ve made sure to change everything that needs to be to fit dee’s lore / plot more!

The front door rang loudly through the seemingly empty diner. A soft melody echoed in the air while the girl in question heard oil sizzling from the small kitchen in the back. Nayika noticed that the only people in the diner were a female, whom she didn’t bother to look closely at, and three high school boys dressed in fine suits. Of course, who wouldn't notice them because of all the noise they were making?

'They look like three little pigs,' Nayika thought, watching them attack each other with fries, 'only they're not so little.' She could swear one of them even let out a squeal unexpectedly.

She saw one of them aim for the tallest guy when his eyes locked on her. That was when he stopped his movements and just stared in shock. She wanted to comment on how he would swallow a fly just staring but decided otherwise. She had other things to plan than to act as childish as them.

Seeing his startled expression, the other two looked behind them and noticed Nayika ordering a single strawberry milkshake. As she moved past them, all three raked their eyes on what she was wearing. A simple, pink Edwardian-inspired prairie dress with short, puffy sleeves. It had small bow laces in the front and one knot in the middle of her back. It was tight enough so her body proportions could be shown but modest enough to wear in public. One of them even let out a small "damn," which brought a secret smirk to her face.

Nayika sat down, a table away from them, but purposely positioned herself so they could see her face perfectly as she looked out of the window and onto the dark street.

She predicted that at least one would appear next to her and sit uninvited, probably their leader. And precisely three minutes later, he did.

"Hello, I couldn't help but notice how lonely you looked there and wanted to introduce myself," he began, a dashing smile on his face that made Nayika want to vomit. "Is it alright if my friends and I join you?"

'At least he politely asked before he took a seat,' Nayika concluded, simply agreeing and letting him know it was okay. Looking back for a second to nod to his friends, he remained standing until they eagerly took the seats before relaxing in the one right across from her.

"My name is Wooshik, this is Jinseop and Jewon, but we call him Little J," he introduced the other two, pausing for them to at least wave at her before proposing another question. "And you are?"

Nayika wanted to joke with them, saying, 'You need to earn it before you know my name,' but where was the fun in that?

"I'm Nayika. It's nice to meet you all," her soft, velvety voice knocked them out of their fantasising with just that sentence.

"Well, Nayika, what is a girl as beautiful as you doing outside at night like this?" There it was, that famous question that would make every girl swoon and blush. He assumed he was so cool, but she knew better. She heard better compliments from a homeless guy two blocks away from the diner.

"I guess the same thing as you guys," she took a sip of her milkshake and wiped a little bit of what was left in the corner of her mouth, not taking her eyes off Wooshik's face. She smirked once again when she saw him gulp. While he was preoccupied with his thoughts, the other two began snickering and nudging each other as if they knew something that she didn't.

"You know," Little J decided to speak up, "I don't think we've seen you before. Are you new here?" It was only then that Nayika noticed Little J. He was a bit on the chubbier side, and his cheeks were bright red like he was running five minutes before this. He held a couple of fries in his hand, but he was not eating them for reasons Nayika didn't know. He had short, light brown (or dark blond?) hair that was brushed poorly, probably because he would go through the strands with a hand once every couple of minutes.

If Little J was chubby and short, Jinseop was everything except that. He had curly, short hair that was darker, and he seemed the tallest in the group. A beauty mark near his lips was what Nayika noticed first about him, and when he smiled, his eyes practically disappeared.

Wooshik, however, was the one that seemed to get on her nerves the most. He was handsome, she won't lie about that, but how he handled everything made it seem like he was faking it. Nayika worried that she would ruin everything if she said one wrong thing. She noted that he liked rich stuff, given that the guy adorned his fingers in rings that were as huge as they could be.

If you looked at all three of them together, they couldn't be any more different. But what she realised, though, is that all three had at least something in common (excluding the fact that they're rich); they liked to wear expensive suits.

Wanting to mess with them a little bit, she stated, "Oh, I've always been here; you just haven't looked enough," and continued to sip on her half-finished milkshake. In the corner of her eye, she saw how Jinseop and Jewon looked at each other and smiled. But it wasn't a fun smile, and it looked like it was enhanced with malice. It gave her shivers just thinking about it.

"I noticed that you're dressed fancy. Are you going somewhere? Isn't it a little bit late too?" Wooshik asked, finishing his food and wiping his hand onto a napkin.

"Not really. I just returned from the prom and decided to stop by and order a drink myself! What about you three?" What she said was true, she did go to the prom, and she did stop by for a drink. The only thing she didn't expect was to see them so soon. She heard about them, of course, as almost every girl would lovingly talk about them with hearty eyes.

Honestly, Nayika didn't see what the appeal was. They were handsome, that's true, but that was it. Unless the girls were getting off because they came from wealthy families, they were probably brats and still are.

"Believe it or not, us too! Although it seems we don't attend the same schools, I would clearly remember someone as beautiful as you at the dance!" Wooshik once again complimented her, but she did not blush. Why won't she blush as all the other ones did?

Nayika blinked at his praises, not understanding what he was doing. "Oh no, I'm not from this town; let's just say I'm... visiting," she trailed off, answering the question unsurely.

Wooshik nodded in response, noticing that she had already finished her drink. "In that case, why don't we hang out for a bit? It's not too late for you, is it?"

'Here we go...' Nayika thought, wanting to laugh in delight, but she pinched her left arm to compose herself.

"Are you sure? I don't want to burden you guys–"

"Oh, no!" Wooshik interrupted, shaking his hands indifferently, "it would be a pleasure for you to join us! You see, we have a small tradition here, and now that you're here, we can continue it."

Nayika hummed in interest, her eyes widening just a tiny bit. "And what is this... tradition you speak of?" She leaned her chin on her palm, looking from Wooshik to Jinseop and, finally, to Jewon. As soon as she looked away from Wooshik, he smirked and winked at the other two.

"Instead of explaining everything to you, why don't we just show you?" He stood up from his seat and paid for his fries and Nayika's drink, ignoring her complaints. He flinched his head towards the door and reached out his hand to Nayika, "Shall we?"

Now, Nayika has a chance to refuse and tell them to fuck off, but when will she get the next opportunity? When it's too late? She couldn't let them walk away!

"You know what?" Nayika starts, seeing the hopeful look on his face. It was almost pitiful how he begged her to agree with his eyes. "Why not? I have nothing to lose anyway." She swore she saw the other two fist bump behind Wooshik's back.

Hearing her answer, Wooshik released a huge sigh, and before Nayika could question him, he gently took her hand and pushed her to walk next to him.

Right before they got out of the diner, Nayika glanced back inside and met the eyes of the quiet woman resting there the whole time. The last thing she saw before the doors closed was her grinning at Nayika in acknowledgement.

When they got outside, the first thing that Nayika realised was that it was cold, almost freezing. Luckily Jinseop offered his blazer to her, which she appreciated. The second one was that they had to walk for a bit to get to their car, and it was considered weird to her. Why would they park their car far from the diner?

Nonetheless, she forgot about that once she saw what car was in front of them. "Is that 1978 Cadillac Eldorado I see!?" She blurted out, a childlike expression appearing on her face. Wooshik laughed in disbelief, "I didn't think you would know much about cars, no offence."

"None taken," she replied, "I may not look like it, but I love cars, especially cars like this." She lied. Nayika never liked cars, as she believed they were a nuisance, although they had some perks. She ran her fingers on the side, not taking her eyes off it for even a second. It wasn't a shock that Wooshik had a car like this. His whole family was so filthy rich that they could even buy separate cars for their dogs. Nothing about him surprised her because she already knew everything.

Wooshik nodded in agreement, "That's good to know."

He let her hop into the car first while leaving the other two to decide who would sit in the front and who would be in the back, already closing the doors at the driver's seat. "Off we go!"

While they drove down the road, Nayika would halfheartedly listen to the conversation that was going on next to her. Instead of communicating with the guys more, she would look at the moon. Nayika hated most things in this world, but the moon was something she would never get tired of.

As more time flew by, the more intrigued she became by the whereabouts of the place they were driving to. When she looked to her left to ask Jinseop (who "won" the back seat next to her) how long until they reached the destination, she found him already watching her. 'That's creepy,' she thought, an uneasy feeling pooling in her stomach. It never subdued, not even after he oh-so-charmingly smiled at her.

Five minutes later, it seemed as if they had finally arrived. Nayika looked from the small window and let out a confused hum. "Are you sure we reached the place you guys talked about?" She remained seated until Wooshik got out of the car before waiting for him to let her out.

"Don't worry, we are right where we need to be," She heard a snicker behind her, and just then, she smelled something sweet. Suddenly, Jinseop shoved a rag to her face and pressed hard. Nayika tried moving away from him, her eyes widening in shock, but Jewon held her legs together from the outside.

"It's okay, Nayika, you'll be just fine," Jinseop muttered softly, "just try to relax." After that, her eyes unwillingly closed, and she passed out in his arms.

'Look at us, so weak, so vulnerable... And to think we are one.'

"No, please don't do this!"

'What if we killed them? Wouldn't it be nice?'

"What are you doing!? Stop it!"

'Especially the ones who are too loud; they get on our nerves!'

"Please stop it; you don't have to do this!"

'Kill them! Kill them! Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!–'

A loud slap resonated, followed by a high-pitched shriek that woke Nayika up from what seemed to be a nightmare. Her stomach grumbled, but not from hunger. It seemed more sinister, and it reminded her of a wolf snarling. 'Oh no, not again!' She panicked, cracking her eyes open in alertness and glancing around her. But she saw nothing except woods nearby. Another annoying shriek made her turn her attention behind her.

"What the..." she trailed off once she noticed that her hands were tied behind her and she was positioned on a large log.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

Nayika removed attention from the log that poked her back and looked at Wooshik crouching in front of her.

"Or good night since it's still dark," he muttered loud enough for her to hear.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Nayika spat out, furrowing her brows in anger and confusion.

Wooshik tilted his head in shock, "Woah! Watch the language; you don't want to lose that tongue, do you?" He raised his right hand, in which he was holding a sharp knife that was glistening in the moon. "What if I accidentally cut it?" He purred, his eyes gleaming with craziness.

Nayika scoffed, shaking her head in doubt. "You're crazy!" she spat out.

"Think whatever you want; we're still going to play a game, you and I," he smiled, "Oh! And also the others." As he stood up, Nayika found the other two hovering around another girl, also tied up. 'She must've been the one that woke me up, screaming.'

Letting out a sharp 'tsk!' Nayika questioned, "What kind of game?"

Wooshik released a fake gasp, tilting his head to the side as if he couldn't remember what to do next. He snapped his fingers and exclaimed, "Hide and seek, of course!"

'What the fuck is wrong with him?' Nayika wondered, refusing to look into his eyes on purpose. Unfortunately, that only made him more annoyed. "You're crazy; you know that? You're messed up in the head; I hope you get better," she added the last bit sarcastically and then relaxed onto the log, ignoring how her body screamed at her to move.

Wooshik snarled, reminding Nayika of a rabid dog, just waiting for the right moment to pounce. A small pool of nervousness rose in her stomach, and just for a second, she was worried he would kill her right then and there. But he composed himself fast and just smirked at her.

He looked like he wanted to say more, but a loud wail came from behind him, and he sharply turned towards the other female, who flinched upon meeting his eyes. A low 'damn it' came from him as he turned around and walked towards her. Everyone was quiet, not a single person moving to stop him; they just stared as he got closer to her until he finally squatted down.

Wooshik shushed her softly, moving his palm towards the girl's cheeks and wiping the falling tears away. "It's okay," he cooed when she flinched away from him, "everything will be fine when we start. You have nothing to worry about." He turned towards the other two dumbasses and let them fiddle with the girl's ropes.

He then moved back to Nayika and did the same thing. Feeling the ropes get slightly undone, she tried to keep calm and decide what to do next. She could try and run away, but where? Trees surrounded them; she didn't know the exact way out, so that's one plan ruined. So the only other thing to do was to listen to what they say and later run off and find a way out.

Just when she expected the rope to come off completely, Wooshik tightened it once more and pulled her with him. Her left eye twitched in annoyance, and she wanted to jeer at him, almost forgetting that he had a knife in his hand.

He moved her closer to the rest and sighed in tiredness. Nayika glanced at the other girl again and nodded in reassurance when their eyes met. Her eyes said, 'It'll be okay,' but her lips were twisted into a frown. For the first time in a long time, she didn't know what to think or do, and she was concerned about it.

"Here's how it's going to be," Wooshik started, crossing his arms across his chest, still holding his knife, "we are going to give you two a headstart– let's say ten minutes?– while you go and hide. Once the ten minutes are up, we'll go after you; sounds okay?" He asked, although he did not care about their answer. "Oh, and also, before I forget," he exclaimed, rubbing his nape sheepishly, "If you get caught, that's it! It's the end game for you!" He spread his arms out as if he was showing them the woods for the first time. He looked proud of how everything went down, which pissed Nayika a lot.

"Wait," she bravely interrupted, "what do you mean the end?" Did he truly mean it?

He laughed, "Exactly what I said; you've finished the game– lost... dead!" He said the last bit in a dark tone, wanting to scare the crap out of them. He partly did– but only the other girl (whose name Nayika still didn't know) started thrashing in Jewon's hands, trying to run away.

"Hey, hey, it's okay!" Jinseop shushed her, softly patting the poor girl's head like she was some kind of an animal. Nayika felt sad for a split second, but for reasons, she didn't know. Why did she feel this way for a person she had only met? To be blunt, she even got on Nayika's nerves. The girl was too whiny, always whimpering or wincing like a small, helpless bunny. And judging by Wooshik's facial expressions, she believed he felt the same.

"You'll be okay," he once again reassured her before turning around towards the fire they lit in a barrel. Nayika wondered why there would be a barrel of such and why it gave her the chills just looking at it.

"Okay!" Wooshik exclaimed, putting the knife under his armpit and letting out two slaps, turning everyone's attention to him, "Shall we begin?"

Nayika stumbled over a tree root, a short hiss escaping her lips when her ankle rolled uncomfortably. She lost the other girl a long ago when they separated and went in different directions. It was suspicious how effortlessly Wooshik let them run towards the woods after he explained the game. It's like he was planning just that. Maybe he was. Otherwise, why would he do all of that?

She doesn't know how much time has passed, but it felt too long, longer than ten minutes. Those idiots probably started looking for her already. 'Just a little bit more,' Nayika thought, not taking a single break as she kept running in hopes of being further away from them. 'Just a couple of minutes, and then everything will be fine,' she swore she heard a deep chuckle immediately after her last thought but ignored it for now.

Somehow, her eyes caught a tiny glint in the darkness, and she noticed a small knife lodged in the tree in front of her. She wasn't sure if they left it there on purpose or if it was from someone else. Nonetheless, she ran towards it and turned around to get it with her hands. She let out a grunt as her hands kept slipping from the handle. Nayika gave it one more pull, and the knife easily slid from the tree. Her wrists burned because of the ropes, so she tried to cut through them quickly. Due to having her hands tied in a weird position behind her back, she tried to slowly cut the rope so she wouldn't hurt herself even more. It was painfully slow, and her heart quickened, fearing they would find her earlier than they were supposed to.

As soon as she was free, she tied the strings around her left leg, under her dress and around the knife she hid. 'Better to save it for later; I might need it.'

Now, when she could focus better on the environment around her, she noticed how it was too quiet. The wind was not blowing, which was surprising considering how cold the night was. 'It must be the time. I need to find the others quickly!'

Instead of continuing forwards, she spun around and returned the way she came from, following the faint shrieks echoing in the woods. "Goddamn it," she muttered, "don't tell me she's still screaming." 'How is her voice still working?' Nayika didn't know, but she was astonished that the girl kept yelling all this time. What an easy way to show others where you are.

As she got closer, the screaming got louder, and her brow ticked in annoyance. Just as she began to see the girl's ginger hair caked in mud, Nayika stumbled and fell on her left arm. Letting out a small hiss, she cradled her arm and rolled the wrist to see if she had sprained or broken it. While concentrating on that, she gave no awareness of the situation around her and how still it got. She only snapped out of it once she heard him laughing, metres away from her "hiding" place.

"Got one!" he exclaimed, his hand still holding the knife deep into the girl's abdomen. Ignoring her gurgling sounds, he cautiously glanced around before letting her fall onto the ground. "Now, where's the other one?" His walkie-talkie released a sound, and he picked it out of his pocket. A quiet voice informed Wooshik of something Nayika couldn't hear, and he turned around and left.

Waiting for a couple of moments until she was convinced he had left, Nayika kept her eyes on the dying girl. She still had the knife lodged in her as she tried to crawl away. Her dress still looked complete, but the amount of blood pooled onto it, and the ground was alarming. She wouldn't survive the night.

Nayika quickly ran towards her, her breath uneven as she tried not to let her tears fall. Her left hand was holding onto the wound, and she took the girl's face with her right, patting her cheeks to stir her up. "It's okay, honey. You'll be okay," she tried to reassure her, but with every word, the girl panicked and kept moving away. 'Oh shit,' Nayika thought, 'I just repeated his words from before.'

"Listen to me," Nayika exclaimed, her face contouring into a serious expression, "I'm going to take the knife out. You just need to be very quiet, got it?" She waited until the girl calmed down before slowly taking the knife.

"One," she muttered, "two, three!" As she pulled it out, she pressed onto the ginger's face to muffle the yowls of pain. Her heart broke just listening to her. "Alright, it's done. You're doing good, okay? I just have to find something to press onto the wound," Nayika muttered, patting the ground around her for something to use. 'You know what? Fuck it!' she thought before going for the ends of her dress. She was about to rip it off when the girl started freaking out again. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Don't worry, I took the knife out–" she was cut off when she heard a small 'clink!' behind her, and an axe flew past her head, right in the middle of the girl's chest. The blood splattered everywhere; onto the ground, behind and onto Nayika, who recoiled back in shock.

"Ah, seriously," a voice said behind them, right where Nayika was hiding previously, "I knew you were here; this is too easy now." Nayika didn't dare to turn around to look at him, wanting to keep her eyes locked on the dying girl. She refused to move away, even though her thighs burned and her brain screamed at her to run. She simply sat there emotionless, caked in blood, while maintaining eye contact with the girl in front of her. There was nothing she could do except watch as the light in the girl's eyes dimmed. 'I didn't even know her name,' she kept thinking, ignoring how Wooshik kept fussing behind her about how he knew she would be here all this time. Her sad thoughts eventually ceased, and the only thing she kept reciting to herself was the sentence, 'It's their fault.'

'It's their fault! Kill them! It's their fault! Kill them! It's their fault!'

Ultimately, Wooshik stopped congratulating himself and took a good look at Nayika's back. She was reticent and still turned away from him. He was slowly getting angry by her actions and was just about to comment on it when he heard her. She was laughing! Her shoulders trembled with laughter, with her hands still on the ground, on both sides of her body.

"You little shit!" Wooshik paled, hearing her voice. It sounded hoarse like she was screeching for a long time, but it was not her actual voice; the one he had heard before. It sounded different, almost scarily like. Her voice was deeper, as if she was speaking through a pillow, but was still loud enough for him to hear. "E-excuse me!?" he stuttered out and cursed at himself for sounding like a little bitch. It was just her; what would she do?

All of a sudden, Nayika stopped laughing, and everything seemed frozen. There was no wind, no birds or animals shuffling in the woods like they were supposed to. It's like time stopped and the only ones still moving were him and Nayika. "I said," she answered again, but slower this time, "you little shit!" She slowly stood up, blood dripping from her hands as she took her shoes off, which Wooshik noticed only then. 'She was running in heels this whole time?'

Before she turned around, a small crack came from another way, diagonally from Wooshik, and out came Jinseop and Jewon. "Looks like the whole gang's here!" she announced, standing right in the middle of them. Because she was facing the other two, they could see everything on and around her. As soon as she looked at them, they stopped in fright and stumbled back. Wooshik wanted to ask them what was so scary about her when she spoke again. "Awe, what's wrong? Why are you so afraid? Is it because of the blood? Because I can clean it away, don't worry," in one move, she lifted her right hand and licked the blood trailing down.

They all gasped simultaneously, appalled and disgusted that she would lick the blood like some vampire. "What the fuck?" Jinseop managed to mutter out, his hands shaking along with his knees.

"Oi!" Nayika exclaimed, "Watch the language! You don't want to lose that tongue now, do you?" She mocked the same way Wooshik did to her before and watched as their faces contoured into weird expressions. "Now, as far as I know," she began once again, trailing her bloody fingers on her cheek, "we still haven't finished the game, have we?" Her eyes darkened almost entirely, a sinister expression developing on her face. They watched as her lips spread into a huge smile, her teeth glimmering in the dark.

Just as they were about to say something, they halted once they glanced into her eyes. They were completely blacked out. Jewon gasped out once again and yelled out, "The devil!" Nayika paused mid-step, tilting her head in a confused manner, looking around her as if he didn't say that to her. "Who, me? Oh, Jewon! Poor, poor Little J," she spat out, emphasising his nickname as if she was mocking him. "You have not met the real devil yet!" In one quick second, she reached under her dress and took out the knife and the ropes she was hiding from before.

"Boo!"

Jinseop and Jewon whirled around and started running, all while Nayika stood there and laughed, her voice echoing behind them and in their minds. "You better run, little piggies! Run before I find you!" In one swift move, she turned around and threw the knife at Wooshik, frozen in fear. It stuck right in his right thigh, and he fell to the ground in agony. "I'll finish you later," she told him over his screaming, "you'll be the last one!"

She left him alone, knowing he wouldn't make it far enough before she was back again. She didn't care about the first two, but she would still kill them, maybe faster than Wooshik. It's him she's focusing on; the other two were not important.

Not too far away from her was Jinseop. It made her smile at how pathetic he looked, holding his ankle in pain. "Little J abandoned you, right?" He quickly stood up and flinched back from her, trying to limp away. "Get– get away from me! Get away from me, you devil!" Nayika sighed in annoyance, rolling her eyes at him. "Didn't you hear me before? I already told you that you haven't seen the real devil."

"Now, where's Little J? He left you alone?" She expected him to tell her, but Jinseop refused to say anything, deciding to try and run away again. "Okay, that's enough. I don't have time for this," she grumbled before coming closer to him. One second he was standing and staring at her in fear, and the next, his head was in her hand while the body fell to the ground. "What a drag," she sighed and threw his head down. "Now, where's the other one?"

A small branch cracked on her right, and she turned to see a pair of eyes staring in hysteria. "There you are!" she exclaimed, a huge grin appearing on her bloody face, "Were you here the whole time? Huh?" He kept his mouth shut, afraid that he'd get in trouble if he said anything.

Nayika sighed, fixing the shoulder strap that fell off her shoulder. She should've worn a dress with long sleeves instead of puffy ones. She felt like a duck for some reason, and it bothered her. "Listen, kid; I promise I'll make this quick. You're not as important to me as Wooshik. He's going to get a longer version of my rage," she said, waiting calmly until he got in front of her. But after five seconds, she rolled her eyes and flashed in front of him, grabbed him by the neck and, in one movement, cracked it. She threw his body next to Jinseop's and took both of them by the legs. Somehow, she held Jinseop's head and started pulling them back towards where she had left Wooshik.

She came back to see him crawling on the ground, but she didn't see the knife in his thigh anymore. 'He hid it behind his back.' She tsk-ed at him loudly, announcing her reappearance and watched as he peered at her with a guilty look. "It's pathetic," she started, "how pitiful you look now, but not even ten minutes ago, you were throwing an axe towards me. Oh, what should I do?" Nayika let out a fake wail, pretending she would let him live. She saw Wooshik's eyes light up in happiness for a second, thinking she was serious. That was until he looked at her face and the two bodies behind her. "Please, don't do this! I'll do anything– I'll– I'll pay you! Just tell me how much and consider it done! Please, let me live!" he ranted, not realising that the more he talked, the angrier Nayika got. Her eyes lit up with anger, and she only saw a fire in front of her. She wanted to kill him right now, to make him burn. But where's the fun in that?

"Shut your mouth, wimp! Don't you get it? You cannot save your ass by paying me. No matter what, you'll die, so why don't we get on with it?" She watched in disgust as he began to cry. "Now, now, stop crying like a bitch and look at me!" Through blurry eyesight, he caught her silhouette as she got closer to him and crouched down. When she moved her hand closer to him, he recoiled, expecting her to slap him, but only receiving a soft pat on his cheek.

"You know, I watched you. I watched through her eyes as all three of you kept luring young girls to these woods and played this sick game of hide and seek. But you don't care, do you? No, you only care about your entertainment. Well, now it's my turn to have fun!" She patted his cheeks again and took the knife from his trembling hand, twirling it between her hands.

"Now, just close your eyes, relax, and wait until I finish. But I must warn you; it will be long! We plan on having the most fun destroying you!"

For the next couple of hours, only screaming was heard from the depth of the woods, somehow not alerting anyone important.

The young girl's bloody figure emerged from the forest's darkness. Her soft, pink dress was ripped to bits, and one shoulder sleeve was gone, seemingly lost somewhere back on the path. She looked up at the moon and let the cold breeze wash over her as she closed her eyes. The night was finally peaceful. The wind was blowing again, and not a single bird was flying, nor was a person walking down the main path. Just how she liked it.

A cracking sound averted Nayika from walking away, and she turned to see who dared to make such an annoying sound. Her sharp eyes locked onto a person standing under the lamppost. They looked familiar, but she couldn't see well because of the enormous hat covering their faces. Only when they walked closer did she realise that it was the lady from the diner, the one that grinned at her. Her piercing eyes stared almost through Nayika, and she felt goosebumps on her arms. 'Must be because it's cold,' she thought, refusing to believe that such a frail woman would make her feel uneasy.

They stared at each other for a long time, and while the wind blew, they never moved from their spots. Nayika was about to comment when the unknown lady let out a deep chuckle and shook her head in wonder. "You are something else," she croaked out.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, it's the other you! I hope you took care of everything so that no one suspects you. Otherwise, I'll have a lot of work to do," she said, not phased by her bloody figure.

"Don't worry, lady, I burned their bodies," she stated, starting to walk away from her. "And the girl?" came from behind her. Nayika halted in her step and turned her head to see her figure in the corner of her eye. "I buried her body not far from here. Go and see for yourself if you're that curious." The woman hummed in satisfaction, noticing her holding something in her hand. Before she could ask her, Nayika walked away and disappeared in the dark after she passed a lamppost.

Nayika secretly turned around and watched, not from far away, as the lady looked towards the path she came out of but turned around on her heels and walked away, not once looking back.

"Interesting," she muttered, caressing a bloody necklace in her hand, "very interesting."

#aes!ocnet #⸻ ˚₊ ❝ chapter 𝖨 it's 𝗈𝗎𝗋 perfect sacrifice ❞#kpop oc #fictional oc community #fake kpop group #oc girl group #kpop au #fictional idol group #idol oc #idolverse

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sanseitm · 2 years

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🌙 s𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

Tagged by: @sovereignxfae ( thx bby!! this was fun ) Tagging: steal it and say I tagged you! :)

1. what does your muse smell like?

The first that usually meets the nose around him are a combination of nicotine and cologne. Thankfully he doesn’t just douse himself in cologne and wears a tasteful, modest amount. His own natural scent is clean but a bit masculine, like linen, cedar, and bibliosmia.

2. what do your muse’s hands feel like?

Knobby and unexpectedly rough. He’s had a harder life than people would assume at face value, and he’s worked up many callouses and scars. Also, they are a bit hairy on the knuckles. However, they tend to be warm and he will go out of his way to keep his hands warm – warmer digits perform sleights of hand much faster than cold ones.

3. what does your muse usually eat in a day?

Depends on the day and his mood! If he’s in a good mood, he’ll cook – or eat what’s been cooked for him. Usually soba, galette, pasta, relatively easy things with local ingredients. He’s got a decent appetite most days. But if he’s too focused on a task, on the run, or feeling down, if he eats on those days it might just be a cup of instant noodles.

4. does your muse have a good singing voice?

Unfortunately, yes! His voice is very melodic naturally and he usually uses its full range in his animated way of speaking. Paired with his flair for the theatrical, he could belt out a tune if he likes. Normally, he’ll just sing or hum quietly to himself however, unless a good tune is on in the car.

5. does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

No nervous ticks! He’s taught himself to rein those in over the years. But he’s got a slew of bad habits, mostly pertaining to forgoing self-care when he’s down. Skipping meals, barely moving for the whole day, things like that. His lows can get very low. He will also skip food or forget to take breaks when hyper-focused on a task in preparation for a heist.

There’s other things that his friends would list as bad habits, but those are just his normal character flaws. :)

6. what does your muse usually look like / wear?

Bright, flashy suits of course! He can dress casually, but will only do so for disguises. On off days, you might catch him just in trousers and a dress shirt partially unbuttoned. He doesn’t have a single t-shirt in his wardrobe, but if he’s feeling sick or is in an intense low, you might catch him in a tank top and sweatpants.

7. is your muse affectionate? how much? how so?

Yes, but it might be fake just to make someone like an enemy bristle. He’s a little too sugary with his affection, and he purposefully annoys even those who are close to him with acting like he’s clingy or pouty. His true affection is rare and reserved only for those closest to him – the unspoken kind where he might make their favorite meal, bring home their favorite drink, something like that. It’s rare for him to show that kind of affection.

8. what position does your muse sleep in?

He starts on his back usually but shifts through the night, naturally. Depending on if he’s asleep in a chair or just has to be cautious however, he sleeps lightly and won’t really move much. It helps that he doesn’t dream so you won’t catch him tossing and turning.

9. could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

Sure, but only if he wants you to! He can of course be incredibly silent and sneaky if he needs, being a master thief, and has probably robbed people blind while they were hosting a dinner party in another room. Otherwise, he’ll be loud, attracting attention in the same manner his style of dress lets him.

#ℒ. — headcanon

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aicidos · 2 years

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hylians liked their pleasantries. minced words, rituals of formality, anything conceived as modest⸺ all of which revali actively challenges. most acknowledge he has the talent to afford to, with the immediate repercussion of rolled-eyes or huffs. the soldiers aren’t blind to his talent, but it certainly highlights a lack of their own, enough to feel slighted, leading them to overlook the years of work behind his seemingly effortless talent. there is a fine line between feeling inspired and discouraged by skill, one she has come to know intimately; she rolls her shoulders as if to straighten her curated posture and perish that thought, as if to shrug off the phantom residue of link’s presence.

maybe revali reads the meaning in her stiffness as clear as an arrow’s direction.

naturally, his little act proves successful: she nearly flinches at his pointed question, lips gaping in polite protest, yet closing as soon as she hears what follows. she smothers the instinct to look over her shoulder, keeping her sight stubbornly forward, and relating sorely to the target that took his arrow’s blow; revali had a similar way of making his words strike true. “ . . . not intimidating, no, ” she returns to his question instead, rhetorical as it is. “ i find you quite familiar, in fact. ” her gaze returns to him, eyes round and watchful, as if visualizing how frankness sits on his father, and how it’s not so different to how revali wears it. she, too, forgoes the need of elaborating, merely humming, “ where others may hesitate to bring any shortcomings to my attention, ” shortcomings of my own or otherwise, she thinks with a personal frustration, yet does not indulge it longer than a thought. “ i trust you to offer sound remarks to our war effort. ”

before she realizes it, he has smoothed the touchier subjects by way of derailing into another provokation. victims ? those who willingly—one should take that word lightly—aid in her bouts of research ? the very thought of it ! “ on second thought, you speak less plainly than i thought, ” she says with clear amusement, half-contradicting herself, “ that is certainly a roundabout way of inquiring about my research, master revali. fortunately for you, i can spot curiosity when i see it, ” her hands clasp behind her, her strides taking her towards the nearest training target, inspecting the arrow within an arrow. “ at the castle, there is a book on the royal daughters of the past, you see. in it are described the weapons through which their powers were channeled into. ” she felt the ancient mark atop her gloved hand itch uselessly, but continued. “ it is said that one of those weapons survived the test of time⸺ a bow, coincidentally. ” her finger trailed the arrow’s shaft down to the fletching, “ the twilight bow, known for its powerful light arrows, said to be swift and quick as the breeze. i wonder, with our current situation . . . would it not be a worthwhile search ? and⸺ ! we have talent such as yourself to test it ! ” she pauses, well aware she’s getting ahead of herself. still, she opts to say, in a voice passing off as more innocent than it had the right to, “ . . . i suppose that, were you to decline, our only other option may be link. ” @gloryfall + cont.

#gloryfall #we as a society need to acknowledge how accidentally comedic botw zelda is #revali: i dont care abt your gadgets #zelda: you bringing up the topic suggests that you Do‚ actually #MSKDFKNSDFN #off topic but color me surprised bc i found out while writing this that the tp zelda amiibo lets u have her bow #so i'm just gonna incorporate it as some type of legendary item amidst archers that's on the main story by default #i wish i could ramble abt zelda and revali's missed opportunity dynamics but tumblr tags r my prison PKASDJNDS #ALSO GOD SORRY FOR THE LENGTH SHE TALKS SO MUCH AS WELL😭#ic. zelda: botw.

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thekarina · 2 years

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Op 4, No. 11: The Lily of the Valley

The lady who sows love wherever she goes, leaving traces of mellow delight in her wake. Her existence thought to be that of the beloved Aphrodite’s daughter, bestows favors in the shape of little bits of warmth. She lives in a modest hamlet nestled in the midst of every green, where the sun rises over land and provides a refreshing escape from reality as the flower blossoms beautifully. You were cordially welcomed by her gentle embrace after ringing the bell and signifying your arrival.

“Welcome to my humble abode!” she exclaims and wears a smile on her face, delighted to have your company. “You may not think much of it, but this is the safest I’ve been in a long time.”

A preceding disclaimer, if you manage to stumble into this blog, is that this is the author responsible for her portrayal speaking and would want to clarify that everything of the contents you may read here is only an act of fiction and shall be recognized as such. This is essentially aespa’s Karina reinterpreted in another reality, where she keeps notes of her everyday events in a small diary.

“It’s a wonderful gift, isn't it?” She wonders aloud, “What is?” “How different we are.” She says, “In some sense, each individual has a quality that separates them from others.”

And she felt, deep inside her wholeness of a heart, that her style of expressing her thoughts could not possibly bear any likeness to another. From here, I would want to respectfully request that anyone who is curious and was enticed to read about my writings to not plagiarize my work. Simply put, I do not want to see anyone paraphrase or use my writings as a template to make their own captions. Please enjoy it quietly instead. I am inclined to mention that the photos seen in this blog (especially the mood boards) are edited by the author unless stated otherwise.

More importantly, please read my Writer’s Notes before following.

Thank you for taking the time in going through my blog! I also encourage you to leave your trace in my message box, which I will use to talk to those who feel like having a conversation.

Sincerely yours, Serenity Blair of The Rivermore.

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saintqueer · 3 years

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You inventing "serious trauma" for Harry is really fucking strange and really fucking inappropriate.

you know what, i am not going to waste my fucking time creating a masterpost filled with links of all the proof of how all five of those boys have serious trauma because it won't do anything for you. you've decided to be hateful and cruel and that's your decision. and probably because of your own trauma you haven't worked through.

but i am going to make a small list here of possible things that might be, oh i don't know, slightly traumatic to have to experience from the ages of 16 to 23:

being forced into a closet at the age of 16 and forced to hide your first serious relationship

being 17 years old in a fake relationship with a 31 year old, making a profit off of you - and being labeled a cougar chaser when you are in fact a gay teenager

leaving home while you are still a mere child and hardly seeing your family again for the next five years

being told you have to lie about who you are because otherwise all your dreams will be shattered along with the dreams of your four best mates

having people around you who are meant to be on your side trying to convince you to break up with someone you love because it would make their job easier

incessantly being locked in hotel rooms by security and management, recently described in further detail by Liam. Liam also said multiple managers of 1d had to go to therapy themselves because of what they were forced to do to those boys

the probable physical abuse the boys might have suffered under management, hinted at recently by Rebecca Ferguson

the only psychological treatment you get comes from Anne Marie who works closely with Syco and Modest and is likely manipulative and not offering any helpful treatment

6 solid years of being treated like a product rather than a person

having your face and name splashed everywhere when you are a teen with the most vile and rotten things being written about you, things that were likely fed to tabloids by the very people supposed to be working for you

being grilled about how many people you've slept with when you are still basically a child by supposedly respectable magazine

working non stop for a solid five year straight: five albums, four tours, endless promo, and almost no time off. being forced to work while being sick, very likely plied with drugs (just like little mix) so you can keep working. needing to perform while taking multiple breaks to run off stage to puke

being forced to lie on camera repeatedly even though it obviously makes you uncomfortable

being forced to watch the love of your life being saddled with a fake baby and a tabloid smear campaign and locked into a cruel contract

being stunted in your exploration of your gender identity for years, being told you could not wear what you truly wanted to wear and act how you truly wanted to act

losing a stepfather only a few months after losing someone who was like a second mother to you

you say im "fucking inappropriate" for claiming that harry has serious trauma. well i say you got to be out of your goddamn head to even entertain the idea that he, or louis or zayn or liam or niall, doesn't.

if i get anymore bullshit anons like this, i'm not answering them and you are getting blocked.

#how can rads hate harry so much they can't even acknowledge he is fucking human being who went through the same bullshit the other boys did #i will never understand #istfg i am not doing this again #im usually very nice to anons but not this and not today #fuck you #discourse #anon #death tw #abuse tw #i got so mad i think i was possessed by the spirit of Lorna

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wonderfilworld · 3 years

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Ardor

Remus Lupin x fem reader

a/n: this is for a request: “Could you do a Remus lupin x reader with a decent age gap with a light, embarrassed daddy or sir kink and thigh riding?” I didn’t really specify a decent age gap or anything, just that Remus is older than you but you’re out of Hogwarts and in The Order together!

word count: 2k

warnings/contains: NSFW!! smut: daddy kink, thigh riding; cursing; kissing. if there’s anything else let me know!

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You thumbed through the book in your hands, trying to calm your mind as it was late and you needed to get some sleep. The day was a long one; The Order meeting had run into the early morning hours.

The kids had returned to school, and you were missing the constant chatter that went on in Sirius’ home. You were thankful he allowed you to stay with him; especially with everything going on, you didn’t feel like being alone in your tiny apartment, and you know Sirius appreciates the extra company. Remus also stays within these walls - right down the hall, actually - and the thought of the brunette makes you groan as you throw an arm over your eyes.

Remus was just a little bit older than you, but he was so handsome, how could you not be infatuated with him? You saw how he looked at you, how he would eye you almost hungrily some days, and it frustrates you that he’s never acted on it.

You sit up; you’re not falling asleep anytime soon, so you decide to tidy your room a bit to help you tire. Clothes are thrown haphazardly on your desk, so you pick them up one by one and store them in their rightful places.

You hear a soft knock at your door, and you don’t think twice before you quietly call out a come in. You don’t remember that the only articles of clothing you’re wearing are a t-shirt that slides down one shoulder and a pair of panties being covered by the hem of your shirt.

“Hey, I -” Only when you hear Remus’ sentence stop prematurely do you remember your attire. Your eyes widen and your back is to him, and you don’t know if it’s better to be facing him or not.

You make up your mind quickly though, as you turn around, hands still clutching one of your sweaters you were in the middle of putting away.

“R-Remus,” you stutter, eyes still wide as you realize that he hasn’t looked away; hasn’t backed himself out of your room even after taking in your half-naked body.

He seems to snap out of his trance then, shaking his head profusely as he speaks. “Sorry, I just heard you up and wanted to check on you.”

You nod once before speaking, “I’m okay, just not tired.”

He hums, fumbling a book in his large hands, one you’re sure he was in the middle of reading when he heard your footsteps across your room.

He’s still in his day clothes; worn jeans and a button-up shirt that’s rolled up his sleeves. You want to make a move - it’s the perfect time - he’s looking along the expanse of your body and you can feel heat creeping its way up your neck and face. You shift back and forth on your feet as you pick at the sweater in your arms.

Remus must mistake your nervousness for uncomfortableness because he quickly rushes out, “I’m sorry, I’ll just go.”

“No!” You say, and you internally cringe at how desperate you sound. “No, no, it’s fine.”

Remus gives another nod of understanding and says, “You wanna talk?”

You signal your head yes, pulling out your desk chair and indicating for him to sit.

He turns to shut your door, and you try to calm yourself, trying to convey to your body he’s only doing that so your conversation doesn’t wake Sirius. He makes his way to the chair and sits, placing the novel he brought on top of your desk.

Your back is against your desk so you place your hands there and lift your body until you’re perched on the edge, the hem of your shirt riding dangerously high on your thighs. Under normal circumstances, you would be more modest, but right now you couldn’t think straight and with the way Remus is eyeing the newly exposed skin, you can’t be bothered to care.

With newfound confidence, you decide to lean back, placing your hands behind you to prop yourself up. The movement causes the shirt to completely uncover your panties, and you’re thanking past you for wearing decent ones. Your shirt is fairly thin, and you’re acutely aware of your nipples rubbing against the fabric. You know that if Remus were to look he could see them through the cotton, but his eyes are trained on another piece of cotton covering a far more intimate part of you.

You see him gulp, Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes find yours. You keep your face neutral; chest heaving as you look at him.

“What’re you doing?” He asks, and you want to scoff - you know what I’m doing, Remus - is what you want to say, but instead, you paint a look of confusion over your features as you reply.

“What d’you mean?”

He lets out an actual scoff at that, edges of his lips curling into a smirk. “If you want something, just ask.”

You deflate at that, you don’t know exactly what to ask for. Well, you do, but there’s no way you could get your mouth to articulate the words.

Remus’ hand finds your ankle, and his thumb runs along the outside of it as he waits for your answer. His touch makes goosebumps rise along your skin, and if he can make you feel dizzy just by rubbing your ankle, what the hell are you going to do when he gives you what you want?

You move the leg he has a hold of further out as you spread your legs and give him a view of where you really want him to put his hands.

Remus sucks in a breath, your legs are open - for him - and it’s probably one of the prettiest sights he’s ever seen.

“I want this,” is all you say, and it’s quiet after that; you can hear your breaths mingling as Remus decides what to do next.

He contemplates his answer; he’s captivated by you and knows you possess similar feelings towards him, but he’s been hesitant to act on it. He doesn’t want to subject you to his monthly routines, doesn’t want you to feel as though you should be his caretaker. No, you deserve someone your own speed, someone you wouldn’t have to worry about every full moon, someone who can take care of you, not the other way around.

You get tired of waiting for his response, it’s obvious you both want this - he would have left by now if he didn’t. So, you reach down for his hand that still has a firm grasp on your ankle and you bring it up between your legs, placing it directly on your clothed cunt as you lift your hips up into it. The breathtaking friction catches you by surprise, a moan hitching in your throat as your hips thrust against his open palm once more.

Also catching you by surprise is the groan that Remus lets out, the sight of you taking matters into your own hands and using him for your own pleasure makes him hot, makes his mouth water and his pants tighten. He can feel the way your clit pulses against his palm as he presses against it, feels the way the hardened nub drags up his fingers as you buck your hips again.

“Fuck,” he whines - whines - as your hips continue to pull up and down his hand. He doesn’t know what he wants to do first, wants to pull your panties aside and see the slick drip out of your center, wants to lean forward and put his tongue there, tasting you and licking up to suck on your clit because he just knows it would drive you crazy. Your breathy moans are loud in the quiet of the room but he doesn’t care, he wants to hear more of them.

He pulls his hand away, and you mewl at the loss of contact. Remus can see the wet spot on your panties, can feel it on his hand where it soaked through the fabric.

“Come sit,” he says, patting his thighs.

You waste no time hopping off the desk and straddling his thighs. You rest your hands on his shoulders, and his make a home on your hips.

He continues your rutting against him; watches your face as you discover how hard your previous actions made him.

Your eyebrows are furrowed, your mouth ajar as pants leave your lips every time you feel Remus’ cock slide against your cunt. You grind down harder, chasing the feeling that’s building in your core.

You feel one of Remus’ hands slide up your back and onto your neck, and you lunge forward as you feel him push your lips toward his. It’s a messy kiss, not very coordinated at all - it’s hard to focus when he starts to move with you, matching your thrusts eagerly.

Remus rests his forehead against yours as he speaks again. “Can you do somethin’ for me, baby?”

You bob your head before he even finishes the question, of course, you’d do anything for him.

“Can you call me daddy, sweetheart?”

Your hips stutter; it’s not something you ever would have done otherwise, something you’ve never really thought of before, and you whimper as you give a hesitant nod of your head.

Remus senses your hesitation, stops the grinding of your hips as he talks. “Here,” he begins, lifting your hips up and shifting you so that you’re now straddling one of his thighs. “Rub on this,” he tells you, and when he bounces his legs your mouth drops and you gasp loudly as his hard thigh makes contact with your aching clit.

“Think you could cum from this?” His question is a whisper in your ear as you rest your head on his shoulder, hips picking up speed as you ride his thigh.

Your hesitation to obey his request goes out the window - the way the fabric of your panties is catching your clit, his muscular thigh tensing with the exertion of moving your body against him, feels better than anything you could do to yourself.

“Yes, daddy,” you sob. “Feels so good.”

He groans, cock twitching at the name falling from your lips. It sounds so sinful coming from someone as innocent as you, and Remus thinks that he could definitely cum from this.

“Yeah? Doing so good.” He plants a kiss in your hair, you barely feel it, the only sensation you can feel is the drag of your cunt against him. Your hips are moving so fast now, you’re so close and Remus can tell; your moans have grown louder and you’re dragging your cunt against the fabric of his thigh so violently the chair he’s sitting in is starting to rock with your bodies.

“I think I- oh, daddy,” your clit is throbbing, core quivering around nothing as you roll your hips against Remus’ thigh; It’s beginning to feel overwhelming, and your legs are burning with exhaustion. “I can’t,” you sob.

Remus shushes you, plants a firm kiss to your head before his grip on your hips tightens and he pulls and pushes you against him hard and fast, and you cry out again. “Let it go, baby. Cum for daddy.”

And you do, the feeling in your core exploding and washing over you, simulating actual waves that roll from your cunt and travel throughout all your limbs.

“Daddy,” you mewl, body writhing as you ride out your high.

“I know, I know,” Remus coos, one hand moving up to cup the back of your head, the other drawing pretty patterns on your back as you sluggishly continue to drag your hips over his thigh, basking in the remnants of the orgasm that still lingers in your core.

And when your hips stop, he plants kisses along any skin he can find until you lift your head and place your lips on his.

You kiss him deeply, and you both moan at the feeling because something’s changed between the two of you, the atmosphere doesn’t feel the same as before. You almost pull back and ask what happens next, because there is no way the two of you can go back to normal after that.

However, just then, once you’re finally still and your mind isn’t flooded with arousal as it was before, can you feel the hard length of Remus’ cock nudging your thigh.

You lean your head back, still close enough to feel his lips brush against yours, and your hand travels to his cock and squeezes it as you speak.

“Need some help with that?”

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solomonish · 3 years

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My Personal Simeon Fall AU Headcanons

These are within the same realm of this fic - and it is intended as a Simeon x MC universe! These HCs will focus on his time in the Devildom rather than why he fell, but maybe that information will come eventually...

*some things regarding this war I keep mentioning may not be entirely clear - still working on that! However, I’ll try not to put out too much contradicting information, hehe!

WARNING: some angst, brief mention/implication of torture. forcibly removed memories.

First Days

He came to the devildom in a blaze, much like the brothers did, hurtling down like a shooting star. At the core, encasing him as his wings charred to soot, was a brilliant light blue, rimmed by a dazzling white and platinum gold. At his impact site, parts of the dirt and stone have crystallized in the same colors. The site is still roped off for investigation.

He fell, acting as a white flag for both sides to signal the end of a war very few people knew was raging. The impact sent the last of his holy energy into the surrounding area, and demons near the sight complained of itching and general irritation for weeks after.

The only people at the site who looked into his eyes when he struggled to get up were you, Diavolo, Barbatos, Lucifer, and Solomon. A few curious Devildom citizens were scattered about, too, but Diavolo's authoritative vibe kept them too far to see anything.

Diavolo and Barbtos kept him in one room in the castle as he adjusted to the sudden demonic energy inside him and learned to contain his wrath. You were allowed to see him, but only if supervised by Barbatos or Diavolo in case Simeon tried to hurt you.

He was despondent most of the time, sitting curled up and stiff in the middle of the bed that looked untouched. He spent days without sleep, simmering with rage. You never found out if he bottled it up or if he destroyed the room but Barbatos put it back together before you appeared.

(You might not ever learn that some of the methods Diavolo and Barbatos used to bring his memories back were...extreme. They had no intentions of torture or pain, but they desperately wanted to get to them if they could. That’s where his anger was used up - as he screamed out in agony, either from the extraction method or the feeling of having lost everything yet not quite grasping what that meant.)

Satan suggested books and sent some of his personal collection that helped him gather himself when he was created. Diavolo and Barbatos tried to jog his memories, both for personal reasons and to get information on the Celestial realm, but that was exactly why they were gone. His memories had been magically extracted, but haste made him forget most everything instead of just sensitive information regarding the realm.

Eventually, he was free to roam the garden and some hallways, and when Diavolo and Barbatos concluded that regaining his memories was impossible, he was housed.

Power & Standing

He was a powerful angel, so he is a powerful demon, yet not quite as powerful as the brothers.

Simeon, for the majority of the war, was fighting on the side of the Celestial Realm, so he's generally disliked among the citizens of the Devildom. Our cast are all weary around him for multiple reasons - aside from Satan, Beel, Solomon, and MC (obviously).

He isn't an official member of any student council or governing body, nor does he really have a final say in anything, but he does frequently act as an advisor of sorts. He tends to work with Barbatos on that front, discussing in the background anything that might need discussed or worked on separate from the brothers.

Simeon is a wrath demon, though the change in his temper is hardly noticeable at first. He resembles Lucifer in how strict he is, mostly when he is in charge of something, and his anger that releases when he isn't listened to mimics Satan's.

If they are near each other and angry about the same thing, Satan and Simeon can actually feed off of the other's anger and boost their power. Satan does NOT need the boost, but you bet he brings chaos and destruction tenfold is he has it. For Simeon, though, it practically puts him on par with some of the brothers, if only for a short while.

Socially, he is generally ignored, and nobody runs away from him if he initiates conversation - but he doesn't. Simeon turns into a bit of a loner, a large chunk of his personality and memories gone and replaced with anger.

He's still learning how to deal with it.

His demon form consists of black deer-like antlers (not small but just small enough to avoid being entirely cumbersome) and long wings with bone-tipped feathers. His wings are almost always folded against his back and hanging low, the dangling feathers reminiscent of his angelic cloak with the golden charms. He does have a little black deer tail but doesn't like it being commented on.

(Don't worry about aerodynamics or which animal he represents, it's a magical universe its fine uwu)

General Information

He lives in modest home on the outskirts of the Devildom, somewhat close to the castle in case there's some type of emergency that needs to be taken care of but not so close he gets a super nice house and causes some social uproar. He has a small yard and a garden he tends to meticulously.

I imagine the house as a sort of townhouse (although not a for real townhouse because its it's own thing), two stories tall. The downstairs has a small living room, kitchen and bathroom while the entire upstairs is an open bedroom/office type deal. It gives off a gothic cottage type of vibe. No idea if this is helpful so maybe one day I'll build it in the sims.

He keeps his house tidy but has many bookshelves filled with equal parts books and knickknacks.

As stated before, he is a wrath demon, and because of his memories being almost entirely erased, he had a similar fall and adjustment period as Satan. Also, as a writer, he has an intrinsic appreciation for books. He and Satan get along the most out of all the brothers - the fact that Lucifer has mixed (mostly negative)(?) feelings about Simeon makes the deal sweeter for Satan.

Beel doesn’t dislike him, and while he doesn’t trust Simeon yet he’s willing to see if Simeon is on their side now considering none of his family got hurt. Solomon still trusts him though, but he does get a little downtrodden when he has memories that Simeon doesn’t.

When angry, Simeon smiles sweetly but his voice turns dead cold. Whereas Satan goes feral and seeks destruction like a bomb, Simeon feels more like a sniper rifle that needs careful aim and precision with just as devastating consequences. Shouting and immediate carnage are rare and only come after a severe transgression.

Otherwise, Simeon allows himself to be more playful than before. He doesn’t exactly have snide remarks, but he is an expert at stating the truth in a way that feels like a blade cutting through your confidence.

In true "flaunt what ya got without really making it seem purposeful" Simeon fashion, he wears button-down shirts that are almost entirely unbuttoned. They are always patterned and funky, and he wears them tucked into black pants. I'm thinking something like this (he also has patterns that are more "groovy" than vacation)

Will also occasionally sport a deep v like this

He still acts just as naive and confused if you bring up how exposed he is to him, so its best just to suffer in silence.

When making a pact with MC, he makes sure the mark covers a scar he left and doesn't remember from the war on your shoulder. It feels like a longer-lasting apology.

He still calls you "little lamb," but instead of smiling gently at you like a loving shepherd, his smiles look like a predator baring his fangs at his prey. In a sweet way. In a hot way.

What Does He Remember?

At first, nothing. Demonic instinct claws at him and he lashes out at everyone and everything.

He is still a nightmare with technology. Nobody knows if this is residual from how he was before, a result of his memories being taken, or just a trick.

Occasionally, he’ll remember an inside joke, but only halfway. You’ll say something you don’t realize is from before, and he’ll laugh, almost like an impulse. But then his laugh trails off and he gets contemplative, wondering what, exactly, was so funny about it.

The brightness of the Celestial Realm is hard to forget. The rainbow framing the palace and vast fields appear in dreams. He never remembers anything ‘important,’ but it’s enough to remind him that he was discarded.

The Celestial War hasn’t gone away, not in its entirety. There are certain things like battle strategies that he can’t for the life of him conjure up in his mind, but he remembers the bulk of it. It helps him realize why some of the brothers were/are so aloof towards him - nothing was ever as simple as he thought it once to be. Fighting a losing battle isn’t a choice you make when its for love - its simply the only path available.

(Apologies are so, so hard to dish out when you can’t remember most of your transgressions, though.)

He remembers Luke and will worry himself to inconsolable tears at night just thinking about him. Those thrown away don’t get the privilege of knowing what happens to their friends - and even if he did, Simeon wouldn't be so stupid as to put a target on Luke's back by proving that he was still important to him.

But he can only remember Luke's terrified, teary eyes when he realized Simeon was going to turn on the Celestial Realm in the middle of a war, and how he pleaded with Simeon not to. Luke asked what he would do all by himself, and Simeon hopes to his Father for only one thing - that he figured it out.

This is his sore spot. Nobody is allowed to be privy to these thoughts, not even you. But some days he comes to RAD looking worse for wear and you KNOW something is bothering him. He'll just never tell you what.

#obey me #obey me simeon #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #swd obey me #swd simeon #simeon x reader #simeon fall au #mine #simeon #simeon x mc

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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All Men Have Limits - XI

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 3,700+

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse

Previously on…

How did she let this happen?

Y/N had tried to push her short-lived romance with Bruce Wayne out of her mind for two years. And the moment she sees him again, for the first time since, it all went to hell.

Why did she let him have her so easily?

Why was he so hard to fight?

His presence was difficult to ignore. And when he acted on their mutual feelings, Y/N knew she’d do just about anything for him.

But could two stubborn, emotionally distant, and nearly impossible people make it work?

But then Dick…Dick Grayson.

Whenever Y/N thought of him, a warmth spread through her chest. He wasn’t scared of her. Instead of trying to break down her walls, he patiently waited for her to open a side door for him. He was patient and kind. Though he adopted Bruce’s flirtatious and charming ways, it was backed by substance in a way Bruce never bothered to follow up with.

Both men loved her differently.

But that didn’t mean one loved her more than the other either.

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When Y/N reached the bottom of the cave, she found Dick training.

He was shirtless with a pair of shorts on, lifting himself up on the still rings.

She allowed herself to watch him for a moment.

It was unreal the amount of strength he held to be able to move the way he was. He had clearly been modest when she asked if he could go to the olympics.

Dick’s skin was shining, drenched in sweat.

How long had he been working out?

What she didn’t know was that Dick had been at it for hours, trying to work out his frustrations by making himself physically exhausted.

Finally Dick landed by doing an aerial dismount that consisted of so many twists and flips that Y/N just blinked in amazement.

“Come to get your equipment?” Dick asked without looking at her.

He was out of breath and clearly tired as he rubbed his face with a towel.

“Yeah,” she answered. “Jason’s bringing one of his cars to help me pack it up.”

She didn’t want to inconvenience anyone else in the family further. But she couldn’t exactly hire a TaskRabbit to help her pack up thousands of dollars worth of hacking equipment and ask them to drop it off at one of her many safe houses.

Plus, Jason owed her after the scene he cased at that infamous family dinner, and she made sure to tell him so.

Dick scoffed a bit. “So, you and Jason hang out now?”

Y/N smirked. “We started a club. We’re calling it The Club for the Parentally Abused and Recently Resurrected.”

Dick could help but let a smile slip.

“But I also came to talk to you.”

He walked past her now, and still hadn’t even looked at her since she arrived.

“You don’t owe me any explanation, Y/N. I got the message loud and clear.”

Y/N took in a deep breath. This was going to be hard. But she had to do it.

“When I was five years old, I left my stuffed animal at the park. I wouldn’t stop crying on the drive home. My parents started screaming at me to be quiet. Eventually they gave up, pulled over, and kicked me out of the car. It was 5 miles back to the apartment and it was 30 degrees out. Luckily, I knew my way home."

The story made Dick’s eyes snap up and he finally looked at her. And when he did, his expression was filled with rage and sympathy – rage towards her parents, but sympathy for Y/N. She should’ve never had to deal with such abuse.

Y/N shrugged. “And that’s one of the better moments.”

Dick took a step towards her. “Y/N…”

Her eyes were glued to the ground as she continued. “To this day, I jump anytime someone drops something. I can’t watch sports because the sound of men yelling causes panic attacks.”

Then she finally found the courage to meet his gaze.

“When I meet men, in my eyes, they’re all my father until they prove otherwise. And the reason I’m always waiting for the floor to drop out from underneath me... is because it always has.”

Dick waited.

Y/N knew he was silently telling her he understood.

A couple tears managed to slip down her face, but she quickly wiped them away.

“Bruce was the first person I ever shared my past with. And now…now you’re the second.”

Dick still didn’t know what to say to her.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you, Dick. That was never ever my intention.”

Dick sighed, “I know.”

And he did. He did know.

Dick took in a deep breath, “I spent a big part of my life trying to stop myself from turning into him. I became terrified by the idea. I started disagreeing with his methods. He stopped looking like the perfect man to me. Eventually, I left Gotham because of it all.”

He shook his head in disappointment. “But I’m realizing those are the same things that make him the man that you love.”

His hand moved through his hair. “Now I’m starting to wonder…what if the only things you like about me is just everything that he made me be?”

Y/N couldn’t listen to any more of it. She couldn’t keep standing there and hear him tear himself down and compare himself to the man he had idolized for most of his life. Even if he saw Bruce as just human now, the man was still somewhat of a father figure to him.

“No,” she immediately stepped to Dick and clutched his face.

On instinct alone, he put his hands on top of hers, scared she’d stop touching him too quickly.

“Dick, listen to me. That’s not true. None of that’s true.”

“Don’t just tell me what you think I want to hear,” he begged.

“I’m not. I promise I’m not.”

Y/N took in a shaky breath.

By telling Dick what he needed to hear, Y/N was also exposing herself. It was scary for her. Talking to Dick about their complicated relationship was like speaking a different language compared to the way she used to communicate with Bruce. And she could admit that communication was often no communication at all.

“The things I love about you have nothing to do with Bruce,” her words were unafraid and sincere.

Dick blinked at the word ‘love.’

“You wear your heart on your sleeve, Dick. And I know you’re sometimes ashamed of it, because you’ve been convinced that you shouldn’t do that. But it’s…it’s so… different.”

She laughed lightly at herself, “Different than what I’m used to. Different than what I’ve ever expected from men.”

“I always know what’s going on in that heart of yours,” she continued. “There’s no guessing with you. I never doubt your feelings. Because you don’t hide anything.”

Y/N figured out what she was really trying to get at.

“Because you’re not scared.” She paused. “You’re not scared to love me, even when you think you don’t have a chance.”

“Do I have a chance?” He whispered.

Y/N finally dropped her hands from his face and stepped away from him. “I can’t – Dick, I can’t get between you two.”

He chuckled darkly. “It’s a little late for that.”

Y/N hid her face in her hands in desperation. “Please, don’t say that to me. Please.”

“He’s in love with you, too.” Dick declared.

“Dick, stop!”

“No, I won’t.” He snapped back. “Bruce is in love with you, Y/N. And you can’t keep lying and convincing yourself that he’s not.”

“It’s not that simple!”

But she could tell he was growing frustrated with her.

“Then tell me why you love him,” Dick surprised her by asking. “I need to know. I need to know why, because that’s the only way I’m going to be able to let you go.”

Y/N’s lips trembled as her eyes filled with tears again. She shook her head, “Please don’t make me.”

But when she looked up, his gaze was pleading.

So Y/N closed her eyes, the pressure of it made more tears escape and slide down her cheeks. She took in a deep breath, desperate for it to calm her down enough to even speak.

“That first night me and him shared...I hadn’t slept that soundly in years. And it was because I felt...safe. He’s always made me feel safe, like nothing could ever happen to me.” She shook her head and her eyes glazed over as she remembered the past. “I know I asked for this life. I’m always on the edge of being in danger, and I always have to be on the move. But it just felt like...like I could finally breathe.”

She gave Dick a sad smile. “And it’s been the same since I got here. I was just too stubborn to admit it.”

Then she shook her head. “I’m so tired of being scared. And I’m so tired of convincing myself that I don’t deserve to be loved.”

“Y/N,” Dick whispered her name as if he was begging. He moved to her and clutched her face and bowed until their foreheads touched. “I can keep you safe, too. I promise. I always will.”

“I know. Because you’re the only reason I’m alive right now.”

“I love you, Y/N.” He murmured as if it was his most treasured secret.

But they had both known that for awhile.

“And I know you love Bruce…but I think you love me, too.”

Y/N hesitated before she whispered, “I do love you.”

Dick didn’t even try to stop himself from kissing her.

He pulled her hips to his, refusing to allow any space between their bodies. Her lips were wet with tears, but he didn’t care. This kiss needed to tell her everything he felt. This was his final statement. If his words couldn’t convince her, then maybe he could make her feel it all.

Jason Todd’s timing was like the rapture.

His car screeched to a stop on the platform below them.

Except Dick didn’t give a damn if his brother saw them. He barely let Y/N pull away, but still tried to brush her tears away with his thumb as it grazed her cheek.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Jason yelled up with a cheeky grin.

Y/N still shifted out of Dick’s embrace.

To both the men’s surprise, she didn’t glare down at Jason.

“Come on. I’ll help you get all this into his truck,” Dick told her softly.

Their moment had ended.

And Dick couldn’t help but believe that he’d lost her.

———

Jason helped Y/N carry all her equipment in the storage unit she had directed him to.

The young man had the same strength as three professional movers and she was taking full advantage of it.

“Don’t you want all this crap with you?” Jason asked when he finally moved the final piece inside.

Y/N pulled down the garage door, slamming it closed, and activated multiple locks before facing him.

“Nope.”

Jason eyed her suspiciously. “Don’t tell me The Court traumatized you into retiring…”

“Of course not. But I am taking a break.”

He nodded, accepting the answer.

“Where to next?” He asked while nodding towards his truck.

“You don’t have to give me a ride. I think I want to walk.”

“Hell no. Bruce and Dick would kill me if I let you do that.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and slowly opened her jacket to show that she had one of her guns hidden away.

“You taught me well.”

Jason sighed heavily, “You wanna be alone. I get it.”

“Thank you for your help, Jason.”

He just shrugged, “I owed you.”

Y/N nodded and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket.

“You know what you’re doing?” Jason asked.

“Not really,” she admitted.

To her surprise, Jason's face was sympathetic. “Look, I know I give you a lot of shit. And none of it’s my business.”

He scratched the back of his neck.

“They both love you. OK? And I know they both go about showing it in completely different ways. But that’s just how they are. We’re all a fuckin’ mess.”

“I know,” Y/N mumbled as she looked at the ground, shoulders slumped.

“But I know what it’s like to be beaten down by life. So I just want to make sure you remember that you deserve it.”

“Deserve what?” Y/N asked, confused.

“To be loved.” Then his eyes turned the most serious she’d ever seen, and he pointed to her sternly. “Don’t let what happened in the past make you think otherwise.”

Jason already hated how preachy he sounded, so he gave a final nod and walked to the driver’s side of the truck.

“Jason!” She called out.

He paused before he got into the driver’s seat.

“The same goes for you.” She smiled. “Remember, we’re in a club now.”

He smirked before giving her a final salute, and driving away.

———

Walking back to her safe house was therapeutic for Y/N.

Yeah, there were worse places than Wayne Manor to be kept on house arrest. But Y/N also couldn’t remember the last time she went on a walk like this. It did wonders to clear her head.

Though she was still paranoid and made sure to remain aware of her surroundings. And she probably looked over her shoulder too frequently to appear natural. But after everything she’d been through, her life still didn’t feel safe.

So, imagine Y/N’s panic when she walked into her safe house and immediately knew someone had been there.

She immediately pulled out her gun and started to do a perimeter check.

However, her panic slowly subsided when she saw a note on the kitchen counter.

Next to the note was what appeared to be a tracking device. Not as sophisticated as anything Y/N could make. But it was still rather advanced.

She walked closer to read it and instantly recognized Bruce’s handwriting.

“We had a deal,” was all he’d written.

When Y/N turned on the tracker, she quickly noted that the coordinates it gave matched the location of Wayne Manor.

A sad smile spread across her lips at the blinking light.

This was a strange way of expressing affection and trust, but that was Bruce.

There had been a part of her that didn’t believe Bruce Wayne would ever allow someone to always know where he was. But then again, he always found a way to surprise her.

Y/N looked around at her apartment.

It was cold and unwelcoming. The purpose was to provide a safe location and remain isolated. It was never meant to become a home – none of her safe houses were. Without her equipment humming, it felt even quieter than usual – unsettling even.

One thing was sure to Y/N…she couldn’t live this way anymore.

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Dick was fixing up his motorcycle in the garage at the manor.

He was planning on driving it across the country and wanted to make sure it was in good ship before he put that kind of mileage on it.

His attention shifted away from it when his phone lit up and vibrated from a message.

To Dick’s surprise, he read Jason’s name.

“You should talk to her. I think she’s really going through it right now,” was all his younger brother texted.

Dick sighed in frustration and tossed his phone away a little too roughly.

He rubbed his face.

He’d been suffering from a headache every day since he last saw Y/N.

Maybe it was his punishment for submitting so easily.

Dick stood up from kneeling next to his motorcycle.

No, he wasn’t going to talk to Y/N.

But he was going to talk to Bruce.

While Dick had been distracting himself with his upcoming escape back to the Titans, Bruce drowned himself in new cases. He’d extended his patrolling hours so long that he barely had time to sleep and eat. Half the time, he didn’t even bring Damian along with him.

Dick knew he would find Bruce in the cave, seeing as he hadn’t left it in days.

Bruce didn’t turn away from his research even though he heard Dick’s entrance.

But that didn’t slow Dick down as he marched to him.

“Are you really going to do this?” Dick shot.

He didn’t need to elaborate, they both knew what he was talking about.

“We’re not having this discussion,” Bruce tried to shut it down without even looking at him.

“Nope. That’s not going to work anymore.” Dick reached out and pressed a button, turning all of the screens blank. “We’re talking about this whether you want to or not!” Dick snapped.

Bruce was clearly irritated. Not only did he finally acknowledge Dick and meet his gaze, but he also stood from the chair and sized him up.

Dick’s jaw clenched before he began. “I know you’d protect her with your life. But are you going to protect her from Bruce Wayne?”

The question was brutal, but necessary.

Dick wasn’t holding back any longer.

“Because we didn’t have any choice. We changed our expectations and adapted. But Y/N? She shouldn’t have to do that. So you’re either all in or you need to let go.”

The ‘we’ was Dick and his brothers, but Bruce didn’t need him to clarify.

Dick never had any intention of being cruel. But he had to be blunt with Bruce. And Dick wasn’t going to watch as he put Y/N through what he and his brothers had to in the past.

She would bend and fold herself for Bruce, lowering her expectations and latching onto what little he gave her, putting it all on a pedestal and giving it more meaning than it deserved.

“If you promise to actually commit to someone for the first time in your life and put them before Batman, I’ll walk away. I’ll do it for you. And I’ll do it for her.” The fire in his eyes was blazing. “But I can’t sit back and watch as you treat her like shit. She deserves better than that. And you know it.”

There wasn’t a single lie in what Dick said.

Over the years, Dick was always the most frustrated with Bruce’s lack of emotional competence. Jason was angry at Bruce for far more than just that. Tim didn’t seem to have many thoughts on it. And Damian didn’t see it as a problem, which was an entirely different issue.

But if it weren’t for Dick, Bruce would be far worse – even though that seemed rather impossible.

“Do you love her?” Bruce asked Dick.

He blinked at the question, taken off guard by how intimate it felt coming from Bruce.

“Yes,” Dick answered, leaving no room for doubt.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?” Dick glared at him.

But Dick still jumped right into it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Y/N is one of the smartest people I’ve ever met in my life. She makes me laugh – even when I know her sarcasm and humor are hiding darkness. She’s selfless – more selfless than all of us. And she cares about everyone, even when they don’t deserve it. She dedicated her life to helping people and, until recently, she was fine doing it all by herself. ”

Bruce couldn’t help but smirk darkly at Dick’s list and crossed his arms, “You forgot to mention how beautiful she is.”

“Yeah. Well… anyone with eyes knows that,” Dick rumbled.

Bruce was quiet, clearly deep in thought.

What was going on in that head of his?

“She left Gotham,” Bruce finally stated.

Dick’s eyes widened. “Left?”

“Yesterday.”

“Yesterday? So...what? You don’t know where she is or you’re not going after her?” Dick snapped.

“I know where she is.”

Dick’s face dropped. “You’re not going after her,” he muttered in disbelief.

Bruce didn’t have to say anything to confirm Dick’s suspicions.

“You’re an asshole and a fool, Bruce.”

“I’m doing the best thing for her,” he countered.

“That’s what you think. But how will she feel?” Dick shook his head in disgust. “But you never ask yourself those questions, do you, Bruce? You never consider other people’s feelings.”

“I promised to always put Gotham first, Dick.”

“Oh, come on, Bruce!” Dick groaned. “You made that promise – what? – 20 years ago? Don’t try to tell me that things haven’t change.”

“You think she wants to stay in this mansion by herself, wondering if I’m going to come back alive?” Bruce finally fought back. “You think she deserves a man who will always put her second?”

“Then don’t, Bruce! Don’t put her second! She chose you! Don’t make her regret it!”

But Dick had enough and he also wanted the final word.

So with that, he stormed out of the cave, leaving Bruce alone again.

Dick was about to go to his room and finish packing up his things to leave when Alfred called his name.

“This arrived for you,” Alfred informed him politely as he offered him an envelope.

Dick’s heart beat faster as he grabbed the letter, somehow already knowing it was from Y/N.

He ripped it open without hesitation, not bothering to wait for the privacy of his room to read it.

Dick,

We both know I’m absolute shit at opening up. But I am hoping that maybe writing it all down will be easier. I figured it’s worth a try.

I’m sorry for the way things happened. I hope you believe me when I say that I never meant to hurt the two of you.

It recently occurred to me that I haven’t experienced much of life.

I went from living in an abusive household, to living on the streets, to using all of my energy trying to bring down the corrupt. I’ve spent so much of my life either running or fighting that I realized I don’t actually know how to just simply…live.

So...

By the time you get this, I will have left Gotham. I think it’s about time I stop running and start learning who I am when I stand still.

I don’t expect you to forgive me for pushing and pulling you.

But I hope you believe me when I say I love you. I really do, Dick Grayson.

And the truth is, you scared the shit out of me. But I also know you deserve someone more than just me. And the idea of you realizing that at any moment, only to leave me, was too heartbreaking to face.

I hope this isn’t goodbye forever.

“When did this arrive?” Dick asked almost panicked.

“Just this morning, Master Dick.” Alfred answered.

“Thanks, Alfred.”

He took a few steps toward the stairs before Alfred called out, “Master Dick?”

“Yeah?”

“It feels rather important to emphasize that there was only one letter…”

Dick’s gaze flickered to where the cave entrance was, the place they both knew where Bruce was currently hiding.

Then he looked back to Alfred, showing that he understood what he was trying to silently tell him.

Y/N didn’t write a letter to Bruce.

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Part 12 – The End

I’m sorry to tell you that there is only one more part after this.

So please please please let me know what you think. Write me a book report. Write me a novel.

A/N: The scene between Bruce and Dick was inspired by two things:

This conversation from the comics.

And this scene from Sabrina. Obviously this is a much more comical take, but I’ve seen this movie probably 100 times and it holds a similar meaning to this story.

#all men have limits #all men have limits part 11 #dick grayons x reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x reader x dick grayson #dick grayson x reader x bruce wayne #bruce wayne reader insert #dick grayson reader insert #batman x reader #nightwing x reader #batboys #batfam

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So happy together (Spencer Reid / Reader)

Summary: Spencer bumps into an old annoying classmate, who brags about his perfect family, and Reader decides to pretend to be Spencer’s wife to shut him up.

Warnings: As fluffy as you can get

Word count: 2,3K

Part II

Masterlist

It wasn’t strange that Spencer and (Y/N) spent their free time together when they weren’t on a case. Their job at the BAU left them just a few weekends off, and though they were all day on each other’s faces at work, they loved going out whenever the opportunity arose.

It might have been related to the fact they were best friends.

Also to the fact they were in love, but neither of them had still said a word about it.

Years had passed. Years. Morgan and Penelope were going nuts waiting for them to confess their feelings, but though they had literally pushed them together - once they were “accidentally” locked in a supply closet of the BAU for two hours- nothing had happened yet.

Even Hotch was annoyed. He was happy Spencer had someone he loved around him, but all Aaron wanted to tell him was:

- “You have to act on your feelings before it’s too late, ‘cos you never know what will happen tomorrow, not just in this job, but in life. Take what makes you happy and keep it close”.

Of course, the day he tried to talk to Reid, all Hotch managed to say was: “Tell (Y/N) wheels up in thirty” and that was it, but he was planning on giving the kid a speech about love, as soon as he got a chance.

Then again, when did he have time to do anything besides work?

It was Saturday, and Spencer was taking a calm walk in a park with (Y/N). She had promised Mrs. Sanders from 307B she was going to take Lizzy - her five years old corgi - out to play for a while, ‘cos it was making the old woman insane. Mrs. Sanders was the only neighbor (Y/N) actually talked to…. mostly ‘cos she was never long enough in her house to meet the rest of them. (Y/N) took her dog for walks as often as she could, and the old lady always baked her brownies and cookies for her “and her boyfriend”

- “Your boyfriend is too skinny, take him these and tell him you made them for him, men love when a woman cooks for them”- the old lady smiled and gave (Y/N) a tray with freshly made cookies- “And tell him to cut his hair, he looks scruffy”.

(Y/N) never told her otherwise, a part of her loved the idea of Spencer being her boyfriend…. and besides, it would be rude to break an old woman’s heart. Right?

- “Do you want an ice cream?”- Reid asked her and took her from her thoughts.

- “Yes! I need sugar ‘cos I’m so tired I’m gonna fall asleep standing here”- Lizzy barked at them and left her ball on the ground- “You on the other hand, never get tired, do you?”- the young woman threw the ball.

- “Go fetch, baby!!”

Spencer walked to the ice cream truck and got her a chocolate chip cookie dough cone - he didn’t even need to ask- and a mint chocolate chip for himself. He stared at her playing with Lizzy and for a second, he imagined she was actually his girlfriend, and they were spending their day off together, walking their dog, eating ice cream, holding hands. It was perfect in his mind.

- “Here”- he gave her her cone and smiled. (Y/N) was about to thank him when a stranger’s voice stopped her.

- “Spencer!! long time no see! how are you?”- a man stood next to them, he was maybe five years older than them, tall, good looking, he was carrying a little girl in his arms, and holding a woman’s hand tight. She was pregnant and smiling happily. It was the portrait of a perfect family.

- “Carl, hey, hello, how are you?”- Reid was surprised to see him, it had been years since he had seen his old classmate, and he could have lived a long happy life if he hadn’t seen him again.

Carl wasn’t really nice. He wasn’t mean, or a bully, or anything like that. He was just… an asshole sometimes. He was always bragging about everything he had: grades, cars, girls, anything you might think of. Spencer always thought it was because he needed to be validated over and over again as an alfa male, which wasn’t really his problem. But still, after hearing him for years when he was younger, Reid had enough of him.

- “It’s so weird to find you here, I thought you would still have your nose buried in books like you always did on weekends!”- Carl laughed at his own joke, and Reid just nodded, with an awkward smile.

- “No, I… sometimes I go out now”- that was all he managed to say

- “This is my wife, Andrea, and our little angel, Anna, she is three… and Carl Jr is on his way”

- “Nice to meet you”- Spencer waved and couldn’t even introduce (Y/N), ‘cos Carl continued talking.

- “Can you believe I got married? I always said I was never going to settle down and here I am! with a happy family! you should come and visit us! We just bought this fantastic house outside town, with a big yard and lots of space for the kids to run and play!”

(Y/N) stared at Carl and bit her tongue. She had heard about him a lot in the last few years. Spencer told her all about the classmate who kept telling him about the dates he had with the girls he wanted to ask out. And all the fun he had at the parties he wasn’t invited to. And how he managed to always make him feel smaller, though he didn’t actually mean to. Sometimes people can’t help being assholes.

- “And who is your friend?”- the assumption (Y/N) was his friend and not his girlfriend (although it was actually accurate, that was another problem) made Reid’s blood boil. Why couldn’t he have a pretty girlfriend too?

- “Hi! I’m (Y/N), Spencer’s wife”- she waved and smiled- “Sorry I can’t shake your hand”- she added and showed them the dog toy she was holding, and the ice cream cone.

- “Come here Lizzy! come here!”- the dog sat next to her and (Y/N) pet her sweetly.

- “Wife! man! I never thought you had it in you”- Carl didn’t realize he was an ass, he didn’t mean to, but that didn’t stop him.

Spencer just smiled, and in what seemed to be the boldest move he had ever made, he wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s waist and moved her a little closer to him.

- “Yes, we’ve been married for two years already”- she added, resting her head against his arm, feeling her stomach tighten. Spencer’s perfume was all around her, and she loved it. Besides, the fact he was now holding her close was killing her. Literally, she could feel she was about to have a heart attack, and it was completely worth it. It took her a few seconds to realize her ice cream was melting in her hands.

- “Shit!”- she jumped and moved from her “husband” to clean herself.

- “Here”- Carl’s wife handed her some baby wipes and looked at her hands for a second- “Did you lose your ring?”- shit, Andrea was nosy and annoying, just like her hubby.

- “I usually won’t wear it playing with the dog, or at work”- lies came out of (Y/N)’s lips as easy as breathing- “You know… we are both FBI, and you don’t know when someone might actually take advantage of any kind of information they have about you”

- “FBI? you?”- Spencer looked at Carl and sighed. Right, he wasn’t done teasing him yet.

- “Yes, I’ve been working at the BAU for the last couple of years, profiling serial killers”- Reid made it sound like it wasn’t a big deal, and (Y/N) decided it was time to brag a little.

- “Honey, don’t be so modest, you are the best profiler, we are the only team with a Doctor in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering”- and Reid blushed- “Besides, you joined the FBI when you were 22 years old”- (Y/N) smiled and looked at Carl- “Did you know he is the youngest SSA the bureau had ever have? there was no psychological exam or test the FBI could put in front of him he could not ace inside of an hour”

Carl looked at Reid and nodded, trying to find something to say.

- “That’s great, I’ve got my own law firm by the way, in case you ever get in trouble”- he joked and looked at (Y/N)- “Or in case you want to divorce him ‘cos he ignores you over books”

- “I could never! did you know he has saved around 352 lives in the last two years? he actually got the FBI Medal for Meritorious Achievement a few months ago… I am so proud”- (Y/N) leaned in and kissed Spencer’s cheek. He looked at her blushing and just smiled.

- “You look adorable”- Andrea finally said- “It’s like you just started dating!”

- “Well, we have to go”- Carl didn’t manage being overshadowed very well- “It was very nice to see you, Spencer”

- “Same! take care, nice to meet you, Andrea”- Reid waved and smiled. (Y/N) did the same and kept eating her ice cream.

- “I hate him”- she whispered as soon as they were far enough not to listen- “I’m so glad we didn’t invite them to our wedding”- Reid laughed and shook his head

- “You didn’t have to do that”

- “Nah, I wanted to”- she really did- “He was being a jerk, just like you told me he was”

- “He doesn’t mean to… I think”

- “Well, he got what he deserved”- (Y/N) felt Spencer’s eyes on her, looking at her in adoration.

- “Thank you, buttercup”- and she giggled

- “You are very welcome, honey bunny…”- and the silence seemed to last for ages until Lizzy started barking.

(Y/N) smiled and looked away from him, knowing she was blushing. She really loved that nickname, and he didn’t call her by it as often as she would like. She grabbed the dog toy from the ground and threw it to Lizzy, who ran immediately.

- “Mrs. Sanders made you cookies”- she said after a few minutes- “But she said I had to tell you I baked them for you, ‘cos that what’s girlfriend’s do to get men’s hearts”- Reid’s cheeks were still red, and those words didn’t make it better- “But considering we are already married, I guess I don’t have to do that anymore”.

They both laughed and then, stayed quiet again. Reid could hear Rossi’s voice yelling in the back of his head “Ask the girl out, for crying out loud”, but he couldn’t even open his mouth, petrified.

(Y/N) finished her ice cream, watching Lizzy playing with other dogs, and sighed. They were standing side by side, both looking ahead.

- “We should head back”

- “Doyouwannagooutwithme?”

The slur of words was so fast, not even Spencer understood what he had just said. But (Y/N) did. She stood next to him feeling her knees shaking, as well as her hands. It had happened. It had finally happened. In her head, she was screaming “YES, OF COURSE I WANT TO”, but her lips weren’t moving, and Reid was starting to panic. Maybe Morgan was wrong, and (Y/N) did like him that way. Maybe he had just ruined the best friendship he had ever had. Shit! what had he done.

- “I mean, I understand if you…”- but she didn’t let him finish

- “Yes, I do”- that was really all she could process. And he didn’t know what to say next. There was no random fact to kill the silence, they would always have a lot to talk about, but that time they were speechless.

- “Tomorrow?”- he managed to whisper

- “Ok”- she nodded as the two of them kept looking at Lizzy

- “I’ll pick you up for dinner”- Spencer’s voice was so soft he was scared it was going to shake and embarrass him (he was already embarrassed, but he didn’t want to make it worst).

- “Sounds good”- (Y/N) slowly turned her head and looked at him, nearly holding her breath. Her best friend finally asked her out. The best friend she had been in love with for years had just asked her out on a date. And all she managed to say was:

- “So… do you want a cookie?”

- “Sure…”- he nodded and smiled. (Y/N) called Lizzy and put on her leash. Gave Spencer the paper bag with homemade cookies she carried in her purse and smiled.

- “Did you know Christmas cookies date back to Medieval Europe?”- and there it was, Spencer’s random fact of the day, just on time to kill the silence when they were about to reach (Y/N)’s apartment.

- “Really?”

- “Yeah, the traditional Christmas flavors, like cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger, became very popular, and those are exactly the same spices medieval cooks would have used in their cookies ages ago”

- “I love Christmas cookies”

- “I know”- he smiled and looked at her- You bake them all year long

- “I can’t help it, they are too good”- she giggled and stood outside her building door. They just stared and smiled, Lizzy trying to get (Y/N)’s attention rubbing her head against her leg.

- “I’ll see you tomorrow then”- Spencer blushed at the hint of their date and (Y/N) nodded

- “See you tomorrow”- and neither of them moved. Lizzy barked again and forced (Y/N) to wave and open the door. Spencer just stood there for a second, staring at the empty space in front of him where (Y/N) was standing a few seconds ago, and suddenly, it all sank in.

- “What the fuck did I just do?”

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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I loved the typo christmas prompt! could you do a continuation of said date on thursday ? I loved the tension between the mc and levi <3

yuh ;) I was hoping someone would ask.

Summary: Levi always keeps his promises.

Warning: kinda spicy, kissing and some groping, misogynistic terms (playful/consenting) playful dirty banter. Implied sex

Word Count: 2.5 K

You did a small spin. The dress wasn’t modest, but it wasn’t too short either. Your hands ran down the front of the black dress, the silk felt smooth under the pads of your fingers. You were beginning to regret the choice already, but Levi would be here any moment, there was no time to change. You instead began pawing through your closet in search of an appropriate jacket or cardigan to wear over your exposed shoulders. But the sound of the doorbell interrupted your process. You turned on your heel, the kitten heels you wore clicking against the hard wood floors as you walked through your apartment.

Upon opening the front door, you found your boss, wearing a black coat, hands shoved deep into his pockets and snowflakes littering his hair. You stepped aside to allow him in, he nodded curtly to you as he wandered inside.

“You’ll freeze if you go out there dressed...like that.” Levi’s gunmetal eyes scanned your form, your bare legs and arms already prickled with goosebumps. But they weren’t from the cold, they were from the feeling of his piercing eyes on you, scrutinizing you.

“Good thing I didn’t plan to.” You huffed, snatching your half finished glass of wine off the counter to take a healthy chug from it. He raised a brow and hummed in amusement.

“Oh? Then what will you wear?” He asked, adjusting his suit jacket and then his tie. You smiled wryly at him and sighed, pretending to think as you leaned against the counter.

“Hm maybe a chunky sweater with some leggings? Oh or how about a pair of sweats-”

“Just put on a jacket and let’s get out of here. I can’t stand to be in this shit hole another minute.” Levi grunted as he crossed his arms and watched you pointedly as you scowled back at him.

“Patience boss.” You soothed as you opened the closet to pull out a black trench coat, as you tied it around your waist you noticed the way his eyes lingered on your accentuated hips.

“Great now let’s go already.” Levi all but ordered as he turned and retreated back the way he had come. You were barely able to snatch up your wristlet and flick the lights off before loosing him around the corner. You reunited outside of your apartment, the front sidewalk was slick with snow and ice, Levi stood, hand on the passenger door as he waited for you. Once he saw you he opened the door and you slid into the car. He all but slammed the door behind you before quickly rounding the front of the car and slipping into the driver’s seat. He pulled out of the parking space and began to carefully weave his way through the thick evening traffic, despite the weather it was busy downtown.

“Thank you sir....for the extra day off.” You attempted to fill the silence, hands knotting together in your lap as you tried to ease your sudden wave of nerves.

“You’re lucky that you got that last bit of paperwork in.” Levi chuckled humorlessly, shaking his head slightly, causing his bangs to sway over his delicate brow.

“Damn straight I was. Not like I could miss out on a dinner date with New York’s most eligible bachelor.” You teased, leaning on the center counsel so your elbows brushed. He grunted and rolled his eyes at your statement.

“You of all people should know how much I hate being called that.” Levi scolded as he knocked his elbow against yours playfully. You chuckled and placed a hand on his forearm, thumb grazing the inside of his toned arm.

“That’s exactly why I brought it up.” You pointed out as you turned your gaze back onto the snowy road.

“You know I could leave you on the side of the road to walk back to your shitty apartment in that slutty dress.” You gasped at his words and your hand flew to hit his chest. Normally you wouldn’t tolerate anybody calling you a slut or referring to you in any demeaning tone. But for some reason the way he said it made a chill run down your spine.

“E-Excuse me?” You tried to feign offense, but it was poorly disguised. The way your knees seemed to magnetize to one another, hips shifting subtly, grip tightening on his arm. If Levi hadn’t known better, he would have thought that you were asking him for more. So he nodded and allowed the corner of his lip to lift ever so slightly.

“You heard me. It’s less than thirty degrees outside and here you are...barely even wearing anything on a first date with your boss no less.” Your stomach flipped as he pulled his arm away from your grasp, his cold hand falling to your bare knee. His hand slid up until it reached the hem of your silk dress, his fingers toying with the fabric there. Never dipping beneath the dress, much to your displeasure. Your legs relaxed and you naturally opened them, hoping to coax him to venture north.

“Hm so this is why you wore this little dress.” His voice seemed to lower a few octaves as he traced the inside of your thigh with his calloused finger pads.

“Maybe.” You said with a sly smirk, legs spreading a bit wider.

“Fickle little whore.” Levi growled as he pulled his hand away, you pouted at the loss of touch. He pulled up to a valet parking stand, where he climbed out, the valet opened your door for you, and took Levi’s keys with a nod before climbing into his Jaguar and driving off to park the car. Levi’s arm looped around your waist so naturally, matching your stride as the two of you entered the fancy restaurant.

“What’s the name?” The hostess asked, her eyes raking over the two of you.

“Ackerman.” Levi answered curtly, she nodded and motioned for you both to follow her. She led the two of you into the back of the restaurant which was dimly lit and sparsely populated. She motioned to a booth before leaving, Levi slid in one side and you the opposite of him. Your feet brushed against his calves, he said nothing, seemingly invested in the menu. A moment later a waiter approached your table. Levi ordered a bottle of wine and you continued to peruse the menu, the shrimp scampi looked divine. When the waiter brought the wine and asked about what you wanted for dinner, just as you were about to open your mouth and order, Levi spoke up.

“She’ll have the filet mignon, a six ounce. And I will be having the snapper.” Levi said casually, you stared at him incredulously, mouth ajar as the waiter assured him that the food would be out soon. Once he had left you turned to glare at Levi.

“I’m capable of making my own choices sir.” You grunted as you slid your foot away from his leg. Levi scowled back at you, eyes dark and stormy as he watched you lift the wine glass to your rosy lips.

“I’m aware.”

“Does it excite you?” Your question caught him off guard, he was already taken aback by how boldly the evening had begun.

“What? Be more specific.” Levi scoffed as he lifted his own glass.

“You like having me right under your thumb don’t you. Be it at work, or keeping me late in the office so I can’t go out, and now that you have me out...you’re even ordering my meals for me.” You spoke calmly and with a steady tone, Levi felt like spitting his wine out, but he managed to swallow it.

“I’m right aren’t I....Mr.Ackerman.” You smirked knowingly as Levi averted his gaze and fought the blush off of his face.

“Just be grateful that you aren’t stuck in the office going through my papers.” Levi spat as he leaned back into the booth.

“Aw come on now don’t be so bitter, if you had wanted me out to dinner sooner all you had to do was ask.” You chuckled, allowing your legs to stretch once more so that they brushed against his own.

“I mean...when you hired me I couldn’t stop thinking about it....about how handsome you are...” It was your turn to blush once the words left your lips. Levi felt his stomach flip at the admission, he had admired you from afar as well, be it when you made him his tea, staying late with him to finish his projects and go over his paperwork to check for errors. And countless other small acts that made him slowly open up his heart to you.

“Is that so?” Levi asked with a wry smirk curling onto his lips, your face grew redder as you watched him grin smugly. “Yes...it’s true.” You scowled, not a fan of this humiliation, but then again the churning in your stomach and the shiver running down your spine suggested otherwise. Levi simply nodded, pleased with the response you’d offered and steered the conversation back to a more tame topic. This did nothing to comfort the uneasiness in your gut, instead it heightened the anticipation, listening to him complain about orders from Erwin and how annoying Hange was. You both got your food and ate it in near silence, your knee began to unconsciously bounce due to your nerves. You glanced at one of the clocks to find that it was nearly nine o’clock in the evening, it would be christmas in less than two hours. “So Levi... how old will you be this year?” You attempted to engage in conversation once more. Levi clicked his tongue and set his knife and fork aside, having finished the last of his meal. “Take a guess.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest, the fabric of his jacket and undershirt clinging to his muscles. “Hm...I know that you’re at least five years older than me...so maybe thirty?” You leaned forward, pushing your plate aside and resting your chin on your folded hands. Levi chuckles and leans forwards as well, so close in fact you could feel his warm breath fanning over your face, the smell of wine lingering on his lips. “No.” He said simply, grey eyes dancing with amusement, you scowled and dropped your hand, palms down on the table. Levi mirrored you, his own hand merely inches away from yours, his pinky brushing against yours. “Hm maybe...28 then?” You continued to guess, giving him a hopeful wide eyes stare. “No...older.” “Older!” You couldn’t keep the surprise from your voice, Levi finally linked his pinky with your own as he continued to let you stew on his age. “Maybe 32?” “Older.” “35?!” “Bingo.” Levi engulfed your hand with his own once you guess his age correctly, thumb caressing your knuckle as you gaped at him. “What’s your secret?! I mean you look amazing!” “It’s not like I’m eighty idiot…” Levi scoffed as he gave the waiter a side eye as he placed the bill on the table. “Yeah but you...look so young!” you were shocked, you had no clue he was nearly ten years your senior, having thought all this time that he was a mere three years older than you. “Does this change the way you feel for me?” He inquired, unlacing his hand from yours to sign the receipt. “No...not at all.” You assured him as he placed a large bill on the table, more than enough to cover the bill and tip. “Good.” Levi quipped as he slid from the booth, you followed after him, back out to the front of the restaurant, while you waited for his car he slid an arm around your waist. “Up for some wine?” He asked as the car pulled up to the curb. “Sure. Among other things.” You said coyly as he held the door open for you, ever the gentleman. One of the many reasons that you liked older men was because of how mature they were. How experienced they were, patient and tireless. Levi nodded slowly in understanding as he closed the door and rounded to the drivers side. “We can certainly make that happen.” Levi said, reaching across the council to resume his position, his calloused hand on your knee. “I look forward to it.” You rested your hand over his, enjoying the warmth of his skin as you drove. Instead of driving back towards your apartment, he turned down a road that you knew led to his apartment. You had only gone to his apartment a handful of times, once to bring him papers when he had missed a day due to illness, and once more to pick him up when his car battery had died. “I feel so honored.” You quipped as he led you up the stairs of the parking garage. Levi scoffed and placed a hand on the small of your back as the two of you climbed the stairs. “Here.” He said, stopping in front of a door with a simple mat that said “Welcome to the shit show” in loopy writing. You let out a bark of laughter, knowing that Hange had most likely purchased the mat for him. “Cute.” You commented as you wiped your shoes dramatically on the mat. He scoffed and waved you inside. Once you were in you found the familiar layout, the living room, with classy black leather couches and a coffee table, the kitchen was spotless and the dining room table was clean as expected, the apartment almost looked more like an ikea showroom. As if it was hardly inhabited. Levi shrugged off his coat and then took yours to hang in the closet before wandering into the kitchen. You followed like a lost puppy, watching him pour two glasses of red wine before leading you to the couch. He handed you your glass and you took a swig, his hand fell to your knee once more. This time you angled your legs to knock against his own, his hand slid up and under your dress. The clock on the wall chimed, less than an hour away from midnight, and you knew what you wanted to be doing when the clock struck twelve. “So birthday boy...now that you have me here what will you do?” You inquired playfully as his hand met your underwear. He swallowed thickly, eyes lidded as you leaned in, breath fanning over his lips. He licked his lips, tongue darting out and tempting you to come closer. “Cause...I have a few ideas.” You whispered, lips touching his as you spoke. He groaned and leaned in, pressing his mouth over yours. You giggled and returned his kiss, eager to please. You hoped that your efforts tonight would be enough to convince him to give the office Christmas eve off in the future. As it turned out, your efforts did not go unrewarded. The next few years the office got Christmas eve off as well as Christmas day, and you and Levi continued the new found tradition of dinner, you always wore a skimpy dress, and he always teased you about it. But over the years instead of you wandering back to your apartment, you just ended up staying at his place. After one year you had successfully wormed your way into his apartment, as well as his heart.

Uh yeah so..... anyway.

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