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cosmicsully · 8 months

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OBSESSED WITH YOU

aged up!Neteyamx aged up!human(f)!reader

Summary: In which…. Neteyam crosses paths with a human, but what is that sudden obsession with her, where did that need to protect her come from?

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Warnings: fluff, Y/N’s personal space is quite literally violated by Neteyam, Y/N is the first Human Neteyam has ever seen, Neteyam barely speaks/understands English, kissing, slight make out, lowkey unrealistic storyline lmao

My Masterlist <3.

What are you called? = fyape syaw fko ngar Stay calm = mawey beautiful: (of people) = sevin take it off = kämunge tsal I want to see = Oe new ne kame hurry up = win säpi nefä so soft = nìftxan 'ango

I hope you enjoy! If you do, feel free to reblog, I might consider writing more parts to this :) <3

I can still remember how it happened. The day that I met Neteyam still lingers in my mind, the young Na´vi boy consuming my attention at all times.

About a week ago, I can still feel the soft breeze of air flushing against my legs, I remember smelling the green plants that had just been drowned in the heavy rain the previous night. The loving light of the warm sun embraces my figure as I walk across a muddy path, trying not to step on any kind of animal. I was outside although I was not allowed to leave the lab. Secretly slipping out of the back door, the mask that is pumping oxygen into my lungs well secured on my face, as I made it my new goal to explore Pandora further.

It is a memory I cherish. The adrenaline that runs through my veins as I took one step after the other, putting as much space as possible between me and the lab.

With the feeling of well-secured safety and no one having caught me fleeing from my home, I slowed my steps, taking in my beautiful surroundings. All kinds of exotic colorful plants surround my form, my eyes darting to one and then another, trying to see everything all at once. My ragged breathing slowed down as I sprinted across the mud, my feet now slightly covered in it.

I can’t help but feel joy consume me whole.

The beauty of Pandora yet again swallowed me, pulling me in. I let my feet work on their own, deciding on taking a small walk to find new interesting and unexplored corners. My fingertips glide against a pulsating bluish plant, as it vibrates against my hand in return, letting myself smile at the uncommon feeling.

This world is so alive.

It is beautiful, I hope its owners treat it well, with respect and cherish it just as I do. Although from the stories I have been told, Na’vi are very spiritual species who inhabit these forests. And now that I think of it, I have never truly seen a real Na’vi.

Dreamwalkers don’t count.

Not letting my mind linger on the thought of facing a real Na’vi, I continued my exploration, It felt like mere minutes, but because it was slowly becoming darker around me it must have been at least a few hours. The only sound that reaches my ears is my breathing from behind the thin glass that is covering my entire face, and the nature that I’m currently moving in. Deciding that I have seen enough for today and that Norm is most likely worrying about my well-being, I take a turn and walk to the path I have been walking all along and slowly but surely make my way back to the lab.

Just as I took a few steps, I heard a quiet huff and leaves moving behind a tree a few feet away from me.

Midway through me turning my head, a blue figure emerges from the bushes. There he stands. A tall male Na’vi. His stripes-covered skin glows underneath the small amount of light that is still falling on Pandora.

He is beautiful.

So beautiful the nature around me is no longer on my mind. All my focus and attention is now drawn to him as I see his fist tightening around a weapon that is firm in his right hand.

With quick movements, he is pointing an arrow at me.

“Wait- Wait- Wait-“ I start as his face wears an angry expression, his frown-covered face facing my direction. I can see his ears perk up at the words that left my mouth. The foreign language fills his head as he decides on killing or spearing me.

“fyape syaw fko ngar?” he hisses, flashing his fangs at me. His white teeth sparkle in the sun as he takes a big step closer to me. His sudden movement made me trip over, my backside making contact with the now slightly dried ground. Him now towering over me even more, his height is scary.

“I- I’m sorry I don’t understand you, please talk slower,” I say, trying to speak slowly, he probably doesn’t understand my words. He tilts his head in confusion, his eyes widening as he takes in my form. Here I am, halfway sitting up in the slightly muddy forest of Pandora. My eyes are fixated on the Na’vi that is towering above me.

“fyape. syaw. fko. ngar?” he repeats, now trying to talk as slow as I did. His pronunciation is now much clearer, his eyes squinting close as if he can see the wheels whirring behind my eyes. This situation throws me back multiple years, remembering the Na’vi lessons we were put through at the mere age of ten. He must have said something about me. Asking about my age? No that would not add up to the situation I’m currently in. Maybe he asked what my name is. That makes way more sense, him emerging from the forest, probably taking me in as a threat.

Slowly, I raise my hands on either side of my head a little, to show that I have no weapons on me, and don’t mean any harm to anyone. At my gesture his ears stand up, their previous position flattened against his head long gone. While doing so, his curiosity must have grown, he lowers his weapon, no meaning to harm me for now. The unknown Na’vi male lowers himself into a crouching position, as he fixates his bow on his back and secures the arrow back in its holder. With me still staying put on the ground, he starts to crawl over my much smaller form to take in my face.

His expression is still confused, but the curiosity must be getting a hold of him. He slowly makes his way above me, his face getting closer to mine, I can feel his warm breath hitting my cheek, his sparkly yellow eyes boring into my own. Pupils now grown bigger and bigger with each second that passes.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, my questioning tone must have shown him that I asked a question. He shakes his head in a way to tell me that he has no idea what I just said, but he doesn’t leave his current position, instead, he’s only inching closer to my body. His face slowly moved to the left side of my face, flattened nose touching my cheek and slowly moving down to my neck. His way of moving and actions remind me of an animal, I can feel him take a deep breath through his nose when it hits my pulse point. It’s like he’s taking in my scent, trying to burn it into his brain to never lose the smell of me.

His actions makes a shudder run down my spine, a shaky breath leaving my mouth only now realizing that I have been holding my lungs oxygen-free for the past minute, them now aching and burning for more.

He breathes me in again, this time with eyes closed, my scent filling his nostrils. My breathing stays unsteady, his presence making my heart quicken in my chest, he seems to notice that, his eyes now fixated on my chest, watching it rise and fall again. When my eyes caught his never leaving my chest, a frown forms on my face, my mouth gaping at him and my arms moving to cover my chest. Slightly uncomfortable under his stare that is on one of my most intimate parts.

He quickly shakes his head and uses one of his three-fingered hands -that is at least twice as big as mine- to move them away, his now gained free access to my chest making him move his head closer, the side of his face making contact with me, his ear hovering above my heart. My heartbeat echoes in his head, its beating pumping hot blood through my veins. Although he does not seem to have the intention to hurt me in any way, my heart doesn’t slow its fast beats. His heavy head makes contact with my chest, I can feel him resting his head completely.

He stays put for a few seconds, the sound of soft breaths leaving his nose hit my ears. My heart still hammers in my chest, continuing to reveal my unsure feelings about the moment and this stranger who is quite literally breaking the definition of personal space. He stirrers up removing his ear from my chest, now much softer yellow eyes meeting mine.

“Mawey.” he whispers. His soothing voice makes it seem like a sweet gesture, the way he talks, the way his eyes move from me to my chest, no, to my heart, its like he wants to tell me to relax. The next thing that catches his attention is the oxygen mask that covers my slightly blushing face. With one of his fingers he taps against the glass, the tap rather harsh as it shoots through the glass and right to my ears echoing softly.

"Neteyam." he speaks up, the pronunciation lingering in my mind. As he speaks, he points the finger that just tapped my mask to his chest, gesturing to himself, it seems to be his way of introducing himself to me.

"Y/N." I say telling him my name. His ears perk up as my voice hits him.

"Y/N…" he tries to pronounce my name just like I did, but fails miserably. I can´t help myself but let a giggle slip past my lips at his terrible attempt at pronouncing my name, squinting my eyes closed in the process. He doesn´t exactly laugh at my reaction, but what seems to be a small smile makes its way across Neteyams face. I like the way my name sounds when he speaks.

"Sevin." he whispers pointing at me again. His hand glides downwards to my own and he takes a look at it, his eyes fixated on my little finger. He slowly but surely wraps two of his fingers around it, completely engulfing my pinky with his. His hand is huge compared to mine. If he wanted to, he could cover my entire hand with his and nothing of my hand would be visible.

"Sevin?" I ask, questioning his last words, why did I barely pay attention when we were told simple words that are commonly used by Na´vi?

"Beautiful?" he now repeats, his accent thick as he tries to translate his words.

"You mean me?" I ask a little unsure, it is not unknown in the lab that Na´vi and humans don´t usually interact with one another, let alone find any interest in each other. He points his finger against my chest again, still trying to get me to understand that he thinks I´m pretty.

I can´t help but blush at his actions, not quite used to being complimented by someone.

"You´re beautiful too" I answer, already aware of the fact that he probably doesn´t understand what I just told him. So I point my finger at his chest just like he did to me and say

"Sevin."

His eyes fall to my pointer finger that is currently resting against his chest, his hands now following his eyes, a blue hand yet again engulfing my own. I feel a certain warmth spread through my chest.

Am I supposed to feel like this?

Probably not.

No, definitely not.

Then why does his presence feel so good? Why do I feel this special security with him? When his warm eyes meet mine?

His attention is now back on my face, the way he is now directly in front of me, allows me to take a closer look at his facial features. His yellow, big, cat-like eyes are pulsating with warmth and softness, his slightly flattened nose wrinkling when he senses new smell. He seems to be studying me just as I do him.

"kämunge tsal" he whispers, now again tapping against my oxygen mask.

Although I could not exactly translate his spoken words in my head, it must have been something about my mask. I shake my head hastily, if his intentions are about me taking it off he can forget it.

"Oe new ne kame" he urges me on, his eyes filled with curiosity and desperate pleading.

"Off," he says quickly his demanding tone fitting to his accent, his hand already finding the bottom of the mask and lifting it off of my face. His sudden actions make me gasp and quickly breathe in, to catch another wave of oxygen.

The mask is now all the way off, Neteyam places it on one of his muscular tights, but his vibrant eyes are darting across every moving muscle on my face. He studies me carefully as if he is afraid of breaking me with a grip that might be too firm for my body.

His left-hand moves to the right side of my head, the warm palm of his softly meeting me. His palm swallows half of my skull, it’s like a puzzle fitting, his piece connecting with mine. A few seconds later I have a sort of ticklish feeling against my upper thigh, his strong tail curling twice around it. The movement makes me blush, I feel my cheeks and half of my neck warming. It’s like Neteyam is trying to be as close as possible, though I can not really tell why.

His face inches closer to mine, he’s so close again that I can feel his breath on my lips, his eyes dare to look at them for a quick moment but just as he meets them he averts his gaze again. I can’t help it but copy his movement, my eyes darting down to his lips.

I can feel the atmosphere between us get turned upside down within one quick glance at his lips, a sort of tension building up.

What I’m doing here is insane.

I should be home by now.

Just as I can feel him getting even closer, the need for oxygen is growing and growing, my lungs aching for relief. My eyes shoot down to his leg hastily grabbing the mask that my body so desperately seeks. The moment it hits my face I take a deep breath, my heart beating at a quickening speed. Neteyam groans in response his hand falling from my head, instead both of his hands land on either side of my waist. As I try to steady my breathing, he pulls my smaller form into his lap.

"win säpi nefä" he lowly whines, making my eyebrows raise in confusion at his whining. He waits a few seconds for my chest to raise at a normal speed again, his eyes boring through mine as if he is asking for permission, although I can not quite tell for what.

"Enough" he orders now quite needy ripping the mask off my face, but before I can respond in annoyance, warm lips are pressed against my very own. My eyes widen at his sudden actions, I can`t hold back the quiet unexpected sigh that sounds like a soft moan leaving my lips.

Neteyam responds eagerly, his tongue now parting my lips ready to claim my mouth, the taste of me lingering on his tastebuds, he pulls me closer by my hips, the close proximity making him groan. The kiss quickly becomes feverish and passionate as his desire for more keeps growing. His hand moves to the back of my head keeping me in place to continue his almost assault on my lips. His rough palms skim down my waist to hook around my hips, pulling me flush against his chest.

It is something I have never felt before, the adrenaline coursing through my veins making my head dizzy. Or maybe it was the lack of oxygen that was making me feel lightheaded.

I can´t help but try to pull away from him, his much stronger grip on me only tightening in response, in order to gain focus again I let my fingers tangle into his braids, softly tugging his lips away from mine. Neteyam growls in protest, chasing my lips with his but I lean back and reach down to put the mask that dangles down my body back on my face. As I keep filling my lungs with air, I look up through the thing glass with heavy-lidded eyes, my chest still heaving and my heart thrumming in my chest.

Neteyam pants softly, just as breathless as I am.

Behind Neteyam I can see his tail swaying with excitement from side to side, his own heavy eyes now focused on a part of my neck. He quickly connects his lips with my neck, softly coating it with open-mouth kisses. With his other hand, he gently tugs on my hair to expose my neck to his mouth. Not caring about the noises that could slip out of my mouth, I let a soft moan leave my lips at the feeling. That seems to urge him on further, his lips traveling from my neck, to my collarbone and lastly to my pulse point. It is the place he breathed me in earlier, he growls at the memory, lips quickly working at sucking on my delicate skin.

I close my eyes at the feeling of his soft but rough lips as they work against my sensitive skin, my mouth slightly agape at the pleasure that is shooting through every inch of my body.

"nìftxan 'ango" the Na´vi male moans against my neck, at the sound of a twig breaking somewhere in the distance, Neteyam quickly breaks away from my sensitive skin. His tail tightened around my thigh in a protective manner.

"Come" he hushes at me, now raising to his feet and full height, With one swift movement he claims my wrist in his hand sneaking around it in a soft grip. He pulls me up in no time as if I weigh nothing to him. I can feel myself hovering over the ground for a split second before he lets go of my wrist now fully placing me back on the ground I was laying on only minutes ago.

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sant-riley · 1 year

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[Task force 141 + others with Gen z!reader] [pt3]

A/N: Some of these you /may/ have seen on tiktok, that is me who posted them on tiktok. I am green haired bitch so no I didn't steal anything LMAO. I hope these live up to yalls expectations.

The last two of these my lovely friend gave me inspiration for <3 @frogchiro

Warnings: She/her pronouns swearing, age gaps, tiktok memes (like always lmk if I miss something!)

You steal Prices hat on numerous occasions bc its a fashion abomination and you refuse to let this man wear it around you. You hide around base as frequently as you can.

Jokes on you though bc he will literally wait til it's your birthday and buy you a matching one and will laugh at your scream of disgust.

Gaz one ups him by gifting you a matching hat as well, putting it on your head as he flicks the brim.

"Thanks Gaz! I love it!

"And not mine?"

"You're on thin ice, old man."

Price gets gifted a set from manscaped by the guys as a gag gift. He uses it for his beard bc he never bothered to look into why everyone was laughing around him.

Price takes your phone when you try and show him memes, squinting hard as fuck like a dad 💀

Soap, if yall have the time off takes you to scottish football games and it's a whole thing. You sitting there while he gets drunk out of his fucking mind, hollering and whooping and you're there trying to sink into your seat.

Chances are someone's gonna shove you and you're gonna trip and fall bc everyone's so amped up and Soap threatens to beat the shit out of them. It's a miracle y'all don't get kicked out 💀

If you have tattoos, Soap is the first one to take a marker set and color them in and adding his own additions. If you were ever to get them actually tattooed, he would tear up and pretend he isn't emotional about it.

"You like me that much Bonnie?"

He would get something of you too, so it evens out. This also makes Ghost in turn get a tattoo for you bc he refuses to be out done and he's just as attached

Neither of them get your call sign or your name, but they get something personal to what each of them associate you with.

The first time you meet Alex, you're across the room doing something that has your focus and didn't realize this is actually your first time meeting him. You ask him for a hand only to look up and see him extend his prosthetic at you with a smile and you scream.

"You asked for a hand but best I can do is a Leg." Price comes running and he sees the scene and rolls his eyes.

Everyone single one of them are the definition of "my girl can wear whatever she wants bc I'll break your jaw." meme btw. You can take care of yourself but you never need to bc they will beat a bitch up.

Laswell invites you constantly to come over and meet with her wife, esp if you don't have a mother figure. She always always tries to come on base to see you and always has a birthday and Christmas present on it's way to you wherever you may be. Her wife loves you to death and they've pretty much adopted you and you cannot escape it, oh well.

Gaz buys you whatever your little heart desires, especially if he's deployed away in a country where they sell exclusives of whatever you enjoy. It's a pain in the fucking ass to try and ship a anime figure to your place from Japan but he's gonna try his best.

Ghost doesn't share his food, or at least it was before you came along. He groans and grumbles about having to feed you but he wouldn't do it if he truly didn't want to. Soap asks and Ghost tells him to fuck off.

If you watch anime, please imagine trying to get everyone in the room and trying to explain who Dabi is. They're all so fucking old they keep thinking you're referring to the elf from Harry Potter and it infuriates you to no end.

Soap and Gaz know better but it's funnier to see you mad.

Being the youngest, they absolutely force you to do the jobs they don't want to. Whether it be cleaning the barracks, to cooking dinner when able, it doesn't matter bc they'll all pull rank on you.

"You're the new kid, get to it then."

"Ghosttttt-"

"Don't Ghost me."

Soap is the kind of motherfucker to play the fifa games and doesn't understand that he's stupid for buying it every single year bc there are no changes oncesoever. He will not listen to you about it and you've given up.

Ghost will see you talk about your etsy list and will ask for your phone, you trust him so of course you hand it over. He hands it back to you and it's just, all purchased. He says nothing while he sips on his tea while you scream at him asking why he did it. He won't tell you but it's because he knows it makes you happy and it'll keep your mood up, giving you a reason to be motivated to get through missions. It's also because he knows that retail therapy is a thing for your generation.

Soap, if you do any, is actually really good at doing your makeup! He knows how to do everything and he refuses to elaborate. (As a kid he'd do his mom's makeup when she went out for dates) he's the one who helps you doll up if you're going undercover.

Ghost, Gaz and Price find you unfunny whenever you make a "wow I wish British people were real." You say it so often and it gets annoying but they also just accept it's a part of life.

Soap personally enjoys the "SCOTLAND FOREVERRRRRRR" meme and will scream it with you. Ghost threatens to cut yalls tongue out.

Other parts can be found under #Kayla writes <3

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111gloomtime · 4 months

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under the weather

⭐️ : fluff, chris x reader

cw : none i think

a/n : i’m taking a break for about a week to be with my family for the holidays. i love u all and i’ll be back soon!!

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i emit a soft groan while lying in bed, feeling very under the weather. although i typically enjoy winter, being sick puts a damper on things. not only that, but seasonal depression always kicks my ass this time of year. shifting around, i attempt to find a comfortable position, placing my hand on my forehead and realizing i have a fever. suddenly, my phone buzzes, prompting me to lazily pick it up and discover a text from chris.

“hey, nick told me your sick so i’m coming over with snacks and medicine. see you in 10”

“chris, it’s you’re. we talked about this. and you don’t have to come over, i’m fine.” i text back.

“whatever….”

great! now chris has to see me like this. usually, this would be fine because i’ve known the sturniolos since i was 11. they’ve quite literally seen me in every phase of my life. but recently, as much as it pains me to admit, i’ve developed feelings for chris. before these last few months, i saw chris as a crazy outgoing and somewhat emotionally closed-off person. but lately, i’ve noticed he’s actually very sweet and thoughtful. hes always been good looking of course, but i never really acknowledged it. he’s been working on himself lately too, which has made me fall even harder for him.

and now, he is going to see me in the worst state he could possibly see me in.

using all the energy i have left, i get up and slowly make my way to the kitchen. i reach for a water from the fridge and open it. the idea of walking all the way back to my room pains me, so i just plop on the kitchen floor. suddenly, i hear my front door creek open.

“hey i’m he- why the hell are you on the kitchen floor..” chris says in a confused tone. “and why do you only have a tank top and underwear on…”

oh my god.

“i got up to get water and didn’t feel like going back to my room. and don’t ask about the outfit, it’s the best i could do.” i say tiredly. i guess with my mind being so fogged i hadn’t even thought about changing clothes. he leans down and puts the back of his hand to my face.

“holy shit you’re burning up. nick wasn’t kidding…” he says, sounding slightly worried. he sets the bag of snacks down on my kitchen counter.

“let’s get you off this floor..” he says as he pick me up, with surprising ease. i look up at him as he carries me, studying his facial features. his sharp jawline, the way his hair falls over his face. butterflies.

he sets me down on the couch and quickly grabs the bag of snacks, then sets himself next to me. with my head pounding and ears ringing, i physically can’t keep my head up. absent mindedly, i lay my head down on chris’s lap. this makes his cheeks go pink. and i bet if my face wasn’t already red from my raging fever, id be blushing too.

“do you need a blanket?” he asks softly. i nod and he throws a thin blanket over me.

he reaches over to the bag and pulls out a bottle of advil. he gestures it towards me, silently asking if i want to take any. i put my hand out and he shakes out 2 pills. i grab my water bottle and take the pills, then put my head back down on his lap.

“chris you really didn’t have to do this, i-“ i start to say, but he cuts me off.

“please, i wanted to. i can’t stand seein ya like this.” he says. the advil starts kicking in and i start getting really drowsy.

“thank you..” i say wearily, barely being able to think from the mix of the advil and my raging headache. suddenly, he starts running his hands through my hair. i would say something, but i don’t have the energy to. either way, it’s making my heart race.

could this be my chance to tell him how i feel? suddenly my mind starts racing. worst case scenario, he says he doesn’t feel the same and i tell him tomorrow it was just the advil talking. but what if he says he does feel the same? then what??? after battling with my own thoughts, i finally come to a conclusion.

fuck it.

“chris i nneed to tell you somethinng” i say, slurring my words.

“hm?” he says gently.

“i…” i hesitate. “i hhave liked you for the past ccouple months.” i say, still slurring my words. he stays silent.

“just try and get some sleep, ok?” he finally says calmly. i feel tears well in my eyes.

this medicine is messing me up, because im not acting like myself. telling chris how i feel? then crying? what the hell is wrong with me.

i prop myself up on my elbow and look up at him.

“you.. you don’t feel the same?” i say quietly, holding back tears.

“no no y/n, please don’t cry.” he says thoughtfully. he holds me and puts my head between his head and shoulder. we’re both quiet for a minute.

“i do feel the same. i have for a really long time, longer than id like to admit.” he says.

“what..?” i say.

“if i’m being honest, i was gonna tell you today whenever i came over. but i saw the state you were in and i just couldn’t.” he says genuinely. i simply stare at him, admiring him even more now. he smiles at me and kisses my forehead. my cheeks turn pink and i lay my head back down on his lap.

“so.. does this mean we’re together now?” i say.

“only if you want that.” he says back, running his hands through my hair once again.

i smile. “i do want that.”

he giggles and leans down to give me another kiss on the cheek. and with that, i fall into a deep, medicine induced sleep.

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the ending is kinda rushed so sorry if this sucks lol

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kazumist · 4 months

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EPISODE 17 ♡ WHAT LOVE DID TO ME

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — A SCARAMOUCHE SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / wc: 1463.

cw: drinking, alcohol, profanities, a pinch of violence (kuni punches someone and gets punched back oops?)

moving on was difficult for kunikuzushi. and he was doing well in taking the baby steps of the process. all he wanted was to drink, drink, and drink in hopes of forgetting you. but fate had other plans for him—because you were right there, with heizou of all fucking people. heizou, the guy who kunikuzushi got jealous of. heizou, the guy that kunikuzushi was worried about before.

heizou, the one who had unknowingly ticked kunikuzushi off already because he looked like him from a distance.

kuni felt dizzy due to the lights, the loud music, and the smell of alcohol reeking around every corner (as well as the pain of seeing you with someone else). he hated it. but he had no choice but to sit back down at the table where his friends are currently and just decided to chug down the bottle of beer present at the table.

“calm down, kuni. we have all night!” lyney exclaims, taking a sip from his whiskey in hand.

“i don’t. i wanna leave already.” kuni says bitterly back at him.

“don’t be such a kj!” yanfei tells him, nudging him by the arm as she rolls her eyes at her friend. “that’s more of a kj, if you ask me," he replies again, pointing his head in your direction, where you and heizou are currently having your own fun in the conversation taking place. shock was an understatement for the group. “shit, are they…?” lyney couldn't bring himself to finish the question.

“most probably," kunikuzushi scoffs, pouring himself a drink.

“i’m sorry, kuni. but why does he kinda look like you?” lynette couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “oh no, heizou’s hair color is different. the lights just make it seem similar to kuni’s hair, but i have to agree, he does look like you from here," lyney tells her.

kazuha stayed quiet throughout the whole thing. he had witnessed kunikuzushi go through thick and thin for the person his friends were talking about. and he knew things would probably end up like this, but he didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

“literally who the fuck are all these people?” you asked.

“no idea, i just got invited here," heizou shrugs. watching everyone in view, you swore that he could see a familiar group amongst the crowd. you thought that your imagination was playing with you and that it would be near impossible for you to end up in the same bar of all places, but when you looked again, that’s when you finally realized it.

shit, kazuha’s here. you thought.

and where kazuha goes, kunikuzushi follows.

fucking shit.

you haven’t seen him. not yet, at least. but you prayed that you’d never bump into him. you wanted to give kunikuzushi space, but what are the fucking odds for you to end up at the same bar?

“oh! kazuha’s here," heizou says, his eyes now trailing your friend. that is, until you pull him away from the table and near the smoking area. “hey! where are we going? kazuha was there!” heizou whines.

“dumbass, have i mentioned that i’m literally in the same friend group as kuni, kazuha, yanfei, lynette and lyney?” you said to him, taking a deep breath to calm down. “no, but that doesn’t have to do anything with me. let’s go.” heizou whines at you again.

kunikuzushi was on the other side of the door. he doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, and he just wanted some air since the smoking area is currently unoccupied. but he just can’t help it. he wonders if he should make his presence known or if he should just stay quiet and continue on let time pass in this smoking area. he chooses to do the latter.

“no, you don’t get it, heizou! that means he’s here too," you tried to explain. “who? ahh, kuni?” it took heizou a moment to realize what you were trying to tell him. “wait, shit. okay, shoo. go away. you can’t be seen with me.”

little did they know, kuni was already leaning by the door, listening intently to your conversation.

you, on the other hand, were determined to make things right with him. it took you long enough to realize that you can’t just let him get away from your reach and that you loved him more than you thought. and you’re not gonna let anything stop you from proving yourself to kunikuzushi again.

but you had no idea on what to do. you can’t be seen with heizou, obviously, so you decided to hide.

pushing the door to the smoking area, you found kunikuzushi there.

ah, shit.

kuni, who had just realized who opened the door, was shocked to see you there. “i.. i have to go—”

“kuni, wait—” the door gets slammed in front of your face.

but you weren’t gonna give up so easily. following kuni outside, it would be easy to spot him in the crowd. after all, your mind has memorized every single detail of kunikuzushi that there is to remember.

after a while of avoiding your other friends (for now), you finally spotted kuni. but he was with someone else, a girl to be exact. deja vu, you thought. “you’re cute; i kinda like you.” the girl giggles at him, clearly drunk by the way she’s currently trying to maintain her balance in front of kunikuzushi. “leave.” he says.

“what? nooo. i like you! you’re so handsome," she whines childishly, attaching herself to kuni.

“i told you to leave. i have an ex, you know, and they can hit pretty hard," he says coldly.

the girl left him immediately upon hearing that, not wanting to possibly get hit.

you decided not to approach kuni yet, so you sat on top of one of the bar stools at the bartender’s table. however, some guy smoothly slid beside you and offered you a drink. “hey, i’ve been looking at you for a while now, and i think you look pretty nice," he says.

“i’m not interested.” you responded to him. “why? i’m rich, i look good, and i can take care of you.” he says, getting even closer. he was being persistent, and it was starting to make you uncomfortable. “i told you i’m not interested.” you tried pushing him away, but he wouldn’t budge.

“do you not know the word ‘no’?” kunikuzushi suddenly appears behind him, pulling him away from you by his collar.

“the fuck is your problem?” the stranger asks.

“they clearly said that they weren’t interested. so back off. weren’t you taught basic human manners? how disappointing.” kuni spat out, his eyes narrowing at the man.

“why the fuck do you even care? you think you’re all that? how about a fig—” before the stranger could even finish the word fight, kuni already threw him a punch. and it was strong enough to almost knock the other guy out on the ground. but he wasn’t going to go down without a fight, so he also lands a hit on kunikuzushi’s cheek. people were slowly starting to gather to see the commotion.

“kuni, enough! let’s just go.” you told him. you didn’t want this to grow into a bigger issue. upon hearing your voice, kuni lets go of the guy and lets him fall to the ground. kuni gave the guy one last kick to the shin before he left the area with you.

kunikuzushi leads you to the smoking area once again, and you don’t know if you were trembling out of anxiety or out of shock from what just happened. kuni had his head low, letting the adrenaline die out before he lifts his head up.

but you didn’t expect him to look at you with tears threatening to spill. “are you okay?” his voice breaks when he asked you that.

“i should be the one asking you that.”

“i am if you are," he says, forcing a smile—the same smile that he’d only ever give to you.

“don’t do that to yourself, kuni.” you reached for his hand but he flinched. he flinched.

“i… i wanted to ask you something," you say.

“okay.”

“are you tired? from me? from us?” it pained you to finally pop the question, but it had to be done.

he leans back, looking above for a moment before looking at you again. “i’m getting tired,” he says, letting out a weak chuckle. self pity. “i lost from the start anyway," he sniffles, still fighting back from letting the tears flow.

“but why did you still continue?”

“well, i wanted you to see.” kuni stands up. “see what?” you followed him.

“what love did to me.” he said, opening the door.

“and just how much power you actually had over me," the door shuts.

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it gets better in the next ep i swear

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#( smau — how you get the girl ! )#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin imagines #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smau #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi #x reader

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heartfullofleeches · 6 months

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Just a random ramble about Cholly. (Also couldn't remember the pronouns so I stuck with He/They since I think I remember those being used but I apologize if it's incorrect!)

My brain is filled with Cholly for some reason and I just imagine them wearing the goofiest halloween costumes. Like the classic ones but having a silly gag. Vampire costume would probably involve them being caught having "blood" on his mouth but he pulls out tomato juice. Frankenstein (I know thats the doctor but for simplicity sake I'm calling the monster that) costume would be normal except he shocks himself with electricity. Unlike Frankenstein however, he shows that skeleton and black border cartoons use as he is zapped. Although his body is a mystery with how they can contort themself so those bones are just for show I'm pretty sure. Ghost costumes would definitely result in him being able to float while wearing it. Like it's just a white sheet over their head but when you pull it off he stays hovering in the air for a second but looks down and falls upon realization he can't fly. I feel like a mummy costume would just be him using toilet paper to wrap up people. He may wear it and then spin it off and wrap another person with it OR instead just pull it out and wrap others. Idk my brain is rotting and I think of the stuff cartoon logic can be applied to and Cholly just fills my brain perfectly.

Sorry if I bothered you with this! Just wanted to ramble a bit about Cholly :D

Never apologize when it comes to rambling about Cholly. I wholeheartedly advocate for more. You don't understand how much I love this goofy toon and would ramble about them daily if I didn't feel I was dumping too much about them at one time. They are so bby girl and such a delight to write for. (For future reference Cholly literally does not care about what pronouns are used for them as they are simply Cholly) For the Ghost costume I could see them doing a gag of drinking "poison" (maybe paint thinner?) and actually "dying" to become a ghost. (They'll be fine so no worries). Still throws on the sheet to spook their darling when the time comes. Probably throws it over their shadow instead and stands behind Reader, transparent and floating a couple inches off the ground. Uses their new abilities to peep on them before missing being able to touch Reader and hoping back in their old skin. - "Whatcha think of my new look?" It's certainly a look. Not the most original, but still quite cute. The trace of the rabbit's pointy ears stick out like a sore thumb from the sheet they wore. You could already imagine their cheeky grin, and the twinkle in their eyes hidden behind those big black circles cut through the blanket. You couldn't wait to see it. "Looking great, Cholly- just one little thing." The Ghost tilts their head, cloth bunching up just enough for you to make a grab at it with zero issue. "What's that?" "I already miss your pretty face." Lunging for the sheet, you yank it off their head in one fell swoop. Your speed surprises even you which boils to confusion as the dust settles. They aren't there. You've seen a number tricks from the colorful character, but there was always some trace of their presence life behind. You look to your right, then your left. "Cholly?" "Still right behind ya, Doll." You spin on your heels. It takes a minute for your eyes to pull away from the blank wall behind you and instead train on the head poking through it. Cholly waves, elbow propped on thin air and hand rested beneath their chin. Watching the quickness of your chest increase, their smile grows. "Hiya, Gorgeous~" You scream. Cholly snickers, eyes shut with the violent bounce of their shoulders. They let a surprise, elated gasp as their eyes widen beneath the see through lense of their kids. "Wow! I can see you even with my eyelids closed! Ghost life just keeps getting better and better." You march over to them, reaching out only to touch solid wall. "Are... are you...?" "Dead?" Cholly scoffs. "Pfft- Course not!.. I mean I am a ghost, but it's a toon thing. I can change back whenever I want to." You let out a sigh of relief. "Good..." "By the way.... If you ever need a hand in the shower, I could lean two. Missed a couple spots while you were in there earlier." "Cholly!" "Think I hear the stove runnin'. Better go catch. Catch ya later, Gorgeous." Bringing their hands up to the sides of your face, you feel the ghostly imprint of their lips upon yours. Only downside to their new form was they couldn't kiss you with the intensity and passion brew inside them whenever in your company. They wink as your brain redirects from the sweet gesture back to the topic of their little peeping session, and fazes out through the wall before you had the chance to chew them out.

#Toon yan #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #Cholly my oc #soft yandere

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annoyinglandmagazine · 10 months

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5 Times the Feanorians were frustratingly siblingy and 1 time they weren’t

4. The general’s knock was greeted by a calm ‘come in’ as he pushed open the door to the lord of Himring’s drawing room with the days schedule already on his lips before he was abruptly interrupted by Celegorm pushing his way past, grabbing a pastry off the table and flinging himself down onto the couch next to Huan, forgoing any invitation from either the guards or his brother. He tried to ignore it and begin his report but he was immediately cut off by the second son of Feanor who was tuning his harp while lying on a rug with his feet resting up on an armchair ‘No talking about work during midweek breakfasts.’ What? He’d never seen his lord have a problem with working from the crack of dawn onwards before nor had he heard such a complaint from any of his contemporaries either.

Maglor continued while closing his eyes as if focusing on his composing before strumming out a few clear notes ‘Not literal midweek breakfasts. We just call it that.’ This answered precisely nothing and just left him wondering what ‘it’ was supposed to be. He didn’t have the chance to spend more time wondering though because Caranthir chose this moment to make himself known from whatever corner of the room he’d been hiding in by perching on the desk Maedhros was leaning his elbow on while flicking through some journal on linguistics. Caranthir nudged his shoulder with a little glare while inclining his head toward the tray Celegorm had had no qualms about pillaging. ‘You should eat. At least take an apple.’ Maedhros laid his book down to meet his brothers eyes with an unimpressed eye roll ‘I thought we agreed not to criticise each other’s personal habits. Because I can tell you right now that your sleep schedule is no where in the parameters of normal and never has been.’ Caranthir reached back and scraped a thin layer of butter and marmalade onto a few slices of bread and cut them into quarters on a plate along with a few pieces of fruit all while maintaining eye contact. ‘You don’t have to eat much. I know you don’t feel like it. But just take something. Please Nelyo.’

Maedhros sighed and ate a slice of bread to subtle exhales of relief from the siblings who had been watching the interaction with no small amount of trepidation. Caranthir smiled softly and kissed his brother’s cheek before pulling some embroidery out of his pocket and splaying himself across the armchair with Maglor’s legs in his lap. He looked more closely around the room, not wishing to be caught off guard by more princes materialising from the walls and sure enough there was Curufin fiddling with some metal rods on the windowsill and Amras helping Celegorm untangle some kind of snare.

He was no more sure about what was going on than he was before. ‘Are you just going to stand there?’ Curufin raised an eyebrow in that uniquely Feanorian manner that he saw far too much in his chosen career path. ‘We’ll be there for the meeting at noon, we’d prefer to be left in our own company until then. Give us two hours.’ He backed away to the door in a daze without any further prompting necessary to make him want to get away from whatever was going on here.

That many Feanorians in a room, fully alert, and wishing to keep their conversation secret even from their own vassals? Governments, monarchies, even gods should be getting very nervous for their job stability. The brothers came out of the room two hours later without a detailed plan to stage a coup. There did however appear 14 essays on the history of Kuzdhul, 4 new operas, a detailed sketch comparison of different methods of trapping wild boar, 17 embroidered blankets, a prototype for a new tool for forge use and twenty mended deer traps. The kitchens also noted the loss of a concerning amount of pastries and caffeinated beverages.

#silmarillion #tolkien #maedhros #caranthir #celegorm #curufin #maglor #amras #sons of feanor #feanorians #5+1 things #I feel like they definitely used to do that in Valinor (cause they’re all neurodivergent and it’s the easiest way for them to bond)#This is like their equivalent of a family dinner #because those just didn’t really work for them a lot of the time

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faejilly · 11 months

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so I wanted to riff off of @alexanderlightweight's response to the Alec/Bow/Quiver/summoning meta post by @ralfstrashcan that I reblogged recently, but also I didn't want it to get lost in an increasingly long reblog chain, so I'm gonna quote and start over here:

100%

my headcanon is that it's alec's shadowhunter ability like clary's rune ability and apparently the herondale ghost talking ability(??)

if we really want to take it a step further. we can even talk about how izzy has specially made weapons that have to be super tricky to use which means weapons ability

but that's just my brain. which made that one scene where alec goes back to the institute make no sense, to retrieve his bow because literally every other time he doesn't need to (they just wanted to give clace the training moment and set up the whole hodge thing)

1: I also think Alec's 'have to go get a bow' is just an excuse, but he's using it to a) get away from Jace behaving incomprehensibly & Clary being So Very Clary, AND b) to cover their tracks now that he's realized just HOW comprehensively his siblings are going to go off the rails in the next day or so. (And on a narrative level I really like the scene with Hodge so I'm glad it exists. 😅)

2: I headcanon that part of the reason Alec (& to a lesser extent but still noticeably so, Izzy) can get away with pushing so many Clave/Nephilim boundaries without actually getting deruned despite their parents being on Thin Fucking Ice™️ with well, everyone, is that they have inherited both Family Traits and that's valuable enough (especially after all the losses during and after the Uprising) that the Clave really really doesn't want to get rid of them.

(Similarly, there's some hope that Jace and/or his expected children might show signs of the Wayland traits coming to life again as they've died out otherwise. Obviously that goes a bit sideways once they finally pick up on How Very Herondale he is, but luckily he's Herondale so that's still a benefit.)

Truebloods: very literally truth-tellers. Variations on their skills include the ability to recognize lies, off the charts charisma when they are invoking what they believe to be the truth, and an ability to make the most awkward truths palatable to audiences that normally wouldn't want to engage with them. They were traditionally the guardians of the Soul Sword whenever it left the City of Bones, but that honor faded away over the years as the Council with the Consul/Inquisitor as heads centralized power in their own hands.

Izzy can be seen doing this during her trial, because even when her personal behavior has included digs & microaggressions against Downworlders, she believes that they as a people can and should do better and her speech clearly works in-universe because of that resonance of truth.

(She even occasionally manages the sincere/heart-felt clunky dialogue that works despite being clunky that Alec's so good at, and poor Jace doesn't, despite his best attempts, because for all he's a Lightwood in every other way that matters, he's not actually part Trueblood.)

Maryse has several hints of Alec's same blunt (inexplicably successful) sincerity once she lets herself stop hiding behind Politics & Expectations. When she's upset with Izzy about spending time with the Seelie in s1, she has a line that always felt very self-recriminating to me; (I'm paraphrasing here since I'm too lazy to pull up the script or episode): 'never trust a people who can't lie, they'll find more imaginative ways to stab you in the back'. She knows this about the Seelie because it's what she's always done.

(Alec's shock at his parents being in the Circle can't be because it's against their politics as they've never really tried to behave better. Perhaps it's because it never occurred to him that they could lie that well. Especially his mother, since he has a much better relationship with her than Robert.)

This means that Maryse buying into Valentine's rhetoric was invaluable to him, because she could back him up and help make sure people would fall for it, because she was a Trueblood. Equally, when she turns, that is part of why the Clave lets them back in. Her vow to now toe the party line is completely believable, because she promised on her children... who are also Truebloods.

This also means that their bloodline is one that would not always be popular since they can call out power when it's behaving badly; thus the apparent decline of Trueblood standing in the way that the show refuses to ever really acknowledge it in the present day timeline, and instead talks about Lightwood honor.

(But countered in the way The Clave doesn't move directly against Alec Lightwood, HotI, despite gay and living with a Downworlder, despite how much clear disdain he has for so many of them and their policies. They aren't willing to risk what a Trueblood could do if pushed into active rebellion.)

Lightwoods have a much more palatable martial gift. Their affinity for the adamas in their weapons means they can bond with them, sometimes strongly enough to summon them, manipulate them in the field, adapt them and rune them and enhance them in ways most Shadowhunters can't. (We never see anyone doing anything resembling Alec runing his arrows in s1 after all. What if most of them can't?)

As shown by Izzy in s3 as Weapon's Master, in Alec's ability to beat his parabatai (the supposed best fighter of a generation) when they're sparring with weapons even if he loses once they get to hand-to-hand, Izzy's unique skill with a whip, Alec fighting with everything he gets his hands on, from seraph blades to his signature bow to actual arrows for stabbing. (As seen in everything in ralf's original meta post and delightful fic.)

There's even something in the fact that Izzy was interested in joining the Iron Sisters (which while prestigious also involves even more sacrifice from a people who have to sacrifice a lot already and are thus vital enough that they let Cleophas join despite her past because they needed her) and yet Izzy stayed active duty -- and presumably eventually marriageable.

(I frequently wonder if part of why she chose to make herself as unpalatable as possible for a traditional/political match was a lingering bit of awareness that that was what The Clave most wanted from her, regardless of who she wanted to be.)

ALSO! There has to be a reason that Robert Lightwood was valuable enough to keep even when they got rid of Maryse, a reason the show reiterates Lightwood honor over and over again, a reason he & Maryse got to be co-Heads of an Institute (even if the general fanon that they were more constrained than most Proper Heads does fit what little we see), and we never actually see Robert fighting or sparring, but we are repeatedly told that his children are the best of the best.

But it's seldom mentioned as a compliment, is it? More like an expectation. They're Lightwoods, they have to be the best with their weapons, or what is the point of them? It's just another weight added to Alec's so-called crown, another expectation Izzy has to both flaunt and fight against every day so she can have at least a little bit of herself left to hold onto.

(The one thing Jace is good at, the one bit of the monster his father built that helps; he's as good with a blade as a Lightwood. It's the only thing that gives him hope for redemption, the only thing that gives him enough conviction to ask Alec to be his parabatai and protect his soul from himself.)

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automeris-io-moth · 1 year

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You literally just posted it but I love Wrong Place Wrong Time! Could we possibly get a part 2 whenever you get the chance?

Wrong Place Wrong Time Pt.2

Part one

“We can’t keep them here, Hero.”

A whispered quarrel could Civilian distinguish at the end of the hall, guided first by the warm light filtering through the thin crack of a door left not quite closed, they arrived at what seemed to be the entrance to an office.

They could not tell if it was the drowsiness still clinging to their head, hazy eyes and clumsy movements left behind by whatever there was in the pills Villain disguised as pain killers, which, even if they fulfilled quite well their purpose, letting Civilian hardly feel the injure in their right leg, they had knocked them out as well.

It was hard to tell where they were, the small glimpse they could get from the outside of the room they had woken up in indicated somewhere in the mountains, away from any city for no light could be seen from there, and no sound other than the owls and crickets.

Hero’s house, they remembered, though that looked nothing like the penthouse up-town the paparazzis frequented.

Civilian swallowed, giving a step towards the staircase, balancing themselves with the wall.

A painting fell, the crash echoing throughout the hallway,

They hardly heard it, foggy mind barely processing their surroundings, focused only on going down the endless flight of stairs.

Civilian did not hear the crash of a flower pot resting on the stair railing, they did not see the light emanating from a door which was previously closed, they did not hear the calls of their name nor did they hear the steps going down to reach them.

They did feel the hands grabbing them from under their arms, pulling them up before they could fall.

“Look at the mess they made, love, your Civilian is quite a troublesome one,” Hero commented, looking at Villain with a smirk, watching them help the other in their arms right back up the stairs.

“If you didn’t wanna deal with them, you shouldn’t have brought them here,” Villain answered, before turning their head to Civilian, whispering something to them in their panicking stance, grabbing them carefully by their back, cradling their cheek “You quite literally kidnapped a common citizen.”

“If you hadn't being so careless maybe it wouldn’t have come to this,” the Hero replied “but you held your little crush so high you couldn’t hide your identity from them, I won’t allow my image to be destroyed by a nosy civilian who couldn't just mind their own business!”

Villain stayed silent at the rising voice of the Hero, feeling the heartbeat of the person in the arms rising for they could not understand what they were saying, yet very well feel the anger seeping from Hero’s mouth.

They cleared their throat, taking Civilian’s shivering form closer to their chest.

“I have accepted the fact that I will never be what you need, that you will never show me off in public, you will never take me out to dinner, you will flirt with whoever crosses your path, and I can live with that, it’s what we agreed on after all,” Villain said, voice shaking ever so slightly, unnoticeable for whoever who was not aware of it already “but I have the right too, as per your own stipulations, to find someone who won’t be ashamed to have me.”

They took a shaky breath in.

“You look ridiculous with this jealousy scene, it doesn't fit you. And you’re right, I wasn’t careful enough, that is on me, but I could have handled it, you made the situation much worse.”

“I was protecting myself.”

“Of course you were,” they answered “you know, I truly don’t care. I love you, Hero, but I love Civilian just the same. Tell me now if you’re gonna be any threat to their safety and I will take them and myself far from here.”

Hero looked at them in silence.

“I won’t be,” they finally answered.

“Good, have a good night Hero.”

Masterlist.

I'm thinking about making this a Hero x Civilian x Villain, idk, for now I'm glad I could update it, I had the request for a part two for quite a while, I'm sorry it took so long, exam week(s) were pretty rough.

Hoe you liked it tho!

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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I DON’T WANT PEACE👹

I CRAVE HEART CRUSHING ANGST!👹

Everyone: blame this person right here, not me.

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"Alright yeah, you're pissed and I get that-" yoongi says, pinching the bridge of his nose. "But could you not yell like a maniac? You're scaring her." He sternly says, having noticed you trembling on the couch next to him. You've never met his bandmates, you've got essentially no idea who this stranger is in your home- so you're naturally terrified.

Especially considering where you came from. Before Yoongi came along, shouting had ways been the intro to every nightmare you'd experience.

"I don't care! I'm fed up with this!" Namjoon yells, visibly snapping. "What's next? Jimin has a wife and kids? Taehyung runs a brothel? Who knows because I for sure as hell don't!" He barks, waving his arms around. You visibly flinch at that, and Yoongi gets up along with his bandleader.

"I think you should leave." He says, and Namjoon steps closer- way too close for comfort.

"Maybe you should leave, if you get my hint." He grits out between his teeth, and it stuns the producer a little bit.

"I should leave? Oh really now?" He asks, unsure if the man across him is being serious.

"Maybe?! Is this all even worth it anymore if we dontbtell each other shit no more?" Namjoon argues, and Yoongi is ready to respond-

Before he hears the front door slam closed behind him. He doesn't need to look around much to realize what must've happened, as you're nowhere to be seen, and he knows from experience that as a fox no matter what subspecies, your instinct is to hide whenever you feel unsafe.

"Great. Awesome, really!" Yoongi barks, instantly moving to get his coat and shoes on. "Thank you!" He shakes his head angrily.

"If she runs off like that you've clearly not trained her well enough!" Namjoon tries to argue, and Yoongi turns around with a scandalized expression.

"You dont- namjoon, I respect you, but what the fuck? You don't train them, they're not pets for fuck's sake!" He exclaims, completely upset at the situation. "I can't waste time arguing with you right now. Fuck off, and don't you dare try and contact authorities about this!" He threatens as he pushes his friend out the door with him.

"Why? You've got dirt on your shoes with her? Great, a criminal record now!" The bandleader yells after him.

"Fuck you." Yoongi darkly responds, voice deep and controlled, and its now that Namjoon starts to get a little worried of his personal safety because he knows that once his friend goes calm, it's really the end of his patience wearing thin. "She's an abuse victim, got PTSD, and I promised she'llbe safe with me, I literally signed a fucking document that stated that if I fail to take care of her, she'll be back at the treatment center, locked up like she's some sort of monster." He explains.

He remembers all the strings he had to pull, how many friendships he had to play to somehow get things approved. He'd just donated to the place, nothing else- but somehow, seeing, meeting you there, had made him just decide that he could be your safe space. If no one wanted to try, so be it. He would try, as many times as he needed- and it worked. You improved, you healed, you're able to live a normal life now despite your ups and downs. "I gave her a normal life, I am her only chance at living outside of that place, and if you just ruined that for her, for ME-" he says, clenching his jaw, thinking of his next words before he decides against voicing them. "-do what you think is right. It's what you always do, after all." He finishes, before running off, phone in hand to track the Tag he's put onto your collar.

Praying that he finds you before anyone else does, or before anything can happen to you.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #min yoongi imagines #yoongi imagine

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random-ln-stuff · 7 months

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Hello! Hi! I am deep diving hard in the little nightmares lore and I think I’ve scrolled though most of your blog now (lol). There are still a few things I’m confused about and can’t seem to find…

The north wind, What is it? What powers does it have? Why is it so strong?

The lords, who are they? Do they govern this wrapped world? Do they ever convene with one another?

The eye, is it one big eye? Or is it a realm beyond the no where? Does it control all the other eyes that we see in the games?

If this is too much feel free to ignore it! Sorry to ask so much stuff (I am genuinely trying to make sense of it all) ps. I absolutely adore everything you have in this blog!!

Reading this made me realize that there’s a couple things i just haven’t explained anywhere.

The following is a mix of headcanons and actual (vague) lore.

1: The North Wind.

The North Wind is a monster found in one of the two official Little Nightmares Comics.

In the story, the North Wind is a formless entity, being the wind itself, although he is shown to be capable of making himself a humanoid shaped body deep within the storm that he is, probably forming the shape of a person using dust and debris he’s picked up.

He’s shown making a wager with the Ferryman (which I now believe is “who can pull this child fully into the Nowhere first” or something similar) and given how he calls the Ferryman a Cheat, he’s probably done a similar thing with him many times before.

He’s also one of 3 entities that acknowledges the Ferryman’s existence, the other two being The Mall from the podcast, who recognizes the Ferryman and begs him not to take Noone, and the Lady, who the Ferryman works for.

Besides his ability to literally strip things to the bone with nothing but wind and his own control over it, the mere fact that the North Wind can both casually wager with the Ferryman and the fact the the Ferryman often needs to cheat to win against him shows that the North Wind is equally as powerful or at least very close in power to the Ferryman (and also the Lady).

As for WHY the North Wind is so powerful, I think it’s because of the same reason that the Ferryman is so powerful, but I’ll get into that in a bit.

2: Lords.

First off: All inhabited areas of Nowhere have some sort of Vice or Obsession related to it. A thing that most, if not all of the inhabitants are obsessed with. The Pale City had Escapism and TVs, wherever Guests come from (and by extension the Maw, which is a restaurant that serves these people, not their original home) has food and hunger, etc.

(The Nest is an exception. It doesn’t have any sort of Vice because it’s only inhabited by three people, not counting the Lady whenever she presumably stays there, and doesn’t have the population or resources or anything to sustain any kind of obsession. Sure the Pretender has her dolls, but that’s more of a “spoil this kid rotten” thing than an addiction)

A Lord is basically just my word for “Any creature that controls a given area or vice of the Nowhere”. Meaning The Lady, The Broadcaster (not the Thin Man, but a separate being. I got a whole theory post on that), and if you take the Podcast into account, The Chained Woman, Living Mall and Ventriloquist. Along with any other rulers of the Nowhere we haven’t seen yet or even will never see.

Also included in this list are The North Wind, Ferryman and Signal Tower Flesh Walls. They don’t truly control any real areas (unless you count the North Wind tearing his way through the wilderness) but their power and influence is too great to really ignore, especially since out of the three of them, two work directly together with other Lords in ways that other minions simply can’t. The Ferryman works for the Lady alongside dragging kids into Nowhere to begin with, bringing them to either the Maw or the Nest depending on what the Lady needs. The Flesh Walls aid the Broadcaster in his control over the Pale City, helping spread the Transmission by literally being the Transmission Tower. I’d even argue that for the Ferryman and Flesh Walls, helping the Lady and Broadcaster respectively is more of a beneficial partnership than working under them, especially for the Flesh Walls.

Lords are also the entities that can pull children into the Nowhere, although some do it far more than others and as such are more experienced. For example: The Ferryman, North Wind, Living Mall and Flesh Walls.

(Also while I’m on the topic, I fully believe that Noone’s dream in Ep 3 of the Podcast is essentially an unplanned, forced detour for Noone’s Nowhere Tour, with the Living Mall being the thing that pulls her in this time instead of the Ferryman, which is why the Ferryman ends up taking her away from the Mall at the end instead of just letting her do whatever until she wakes up again. This would explain not only why the Ferryman actually helped Noone during her escape from the Mall, pointing at her necklace and gesturing for her to take it off before offering Noone his hand to escape (which brings to mind the North Wind comic, where the Ferryman does the exact same gesture to the Refugee Boy to take him away from the North Wind), an action we never him do before or after episode 3 when Noone is in danger, but also why the Mall got incredibly distressed and angry at the Ferryman when he showed up. The Mall pulled Noone in themselves this time, and the Ferryman had to show up to make sure his target didn’t get caught by different Lord before he could take her.)

Lords are the most powerful creatures found in the Nowhere, often possessing incredible power and uniquely, more humanlike intelligence and qualities. Adults in the Nowhere are more often than not mindless child killers who simply do their job or keep up with their obsession or vice (the Teacher teaching, the Hunter hunting, Viewers being addicted to the Transmission, etc) and completely LOSE IT when they see a child, gunning straight for it with the intent to kill unless something even more important (usually Obsession related) happens to stop them. It’s shown that some non-Lords can resist these child-killing urges with some practice like the Thin Man refusing to actually harm Six when he grabs her (although he did still leave Six to be corrupted in the Tower) and the Butler being able to look after the Pretender, who is a child, but this seems to be the exception. Especially since in all cases of this happening, there’s a reason for it. The Thin Man can still recognize Six, The Butler doesn’t harm the Pretender because she’s the Lady’s daughter, who the Butler works for and fears for VERY good reason, the Hunter didn’t kill Six immediately because he wanted to either cook or taxidermy her at a later date, etc

Meanwhile Lords have been seen completely ignoring any sort of child killing urge or compulsion easily. The Lady looked after anywhere from 2 to 6 children and is the one that trained the Butler to not attack her children in the first place, the Living Mall is extremely possessive, but doesn’t appear to have any real intentions of harming Noone, just wanting to keep her happy so she won’t leave them to be alone again and even begs her not to go further into the Nowhere for her own safety and even the Ferryman, despite his constant kidnapping of children in and out of Nowhere, never resorts to outright harming them or chasing them down like a wild animal like some other adults.

The Ferryman especially is a good example of this. Instead of chasing and snatching up any child he sees or mindlessly chasing one no matter the cost or killing them immediately upon capture, the Ferryman usually manipulates kids into giving themselves up nonviolently and is extremely persistent in doing so, stalking targets for YEARS if he has to in order to manipulate them or to wait for them to get into a position to be manipulated. He does tie up Six when bringing her to the Maw, but even prior to that he doesn’t chase Six down or harm her in order to capture her. He simply finds Six and points at her, causing every adult nearby to also point and make noises at her (possibly showing that the Ferryman has some sort of control or commanding power over Adults, just like some other lords we see), which overwhelms Six to the extent that she just curls up and tries to block out the noise, and after that the Ferryman presumably just walked over and took her without resistance, avoiding any sort of chase or fight entirely.

This isn’t to say that Lords won’t attack children or will treat them with any sort of kindness, the Lady will kill any intruders she can find and the North Wind seems to seriously enjoy killing things, making a whole game out of it with the Ferryman, but what I’m saying is that they’re able to resist those natural child-killing instincts if they ever want or need to. If a Lord kills a child, it’s because they want to, not because they need to. And boy do they often want to.

They’re also noticeably more aware and intelligent than typical adults. For the best example of this, compare the Maw and Signal Tower to any other adult in complexity.

Every year at the same time, but never in the same place, the Maw shows up, brings guests aboard and lets them eat endless amounts of delicious food and meat, only to later kill all of the guests aboard to feed the Lady with their souls.

The Signal Tower keeps producing the Signal by using a time loop. The loop is initially set up when the Broadcaster finds Mono, a child with signal powers, and attacks the Pale City Orphanage that he’s living in. The two meet, something we don’t get to see happens and Mono ends up in the forest outside the city, most likely coming out of one of the TVs there. Then Mono meets Six and the two journey through the Pale City. The actual loop begins when Mono releases the Thin Man, who kidnaps Six (and removes her soul by doing so). Mono then kills the Thin Man, and enters the Tower, only for a soulless Six to leave him there. Mono is then used as a living battery to create the transmission until he’s too old to be useful, at which point Mono (now The Thin Man) is released from the tower by his past self and is then eventually killed by his past self, who goes on to become trapped in the tower and so on infinitely.

All of these things are not only complicated (Especially the Loop), but when compared to other adults, even adults with Jobs like the Teacher and Doctor, have something that other adults don’t: A Purpose and Ultimate Goal.

The Teacher endlessly teaches fake students that can’t grow, change, learn or ever leave the school. She will do that forever simply because she is a Teacher and Teachers teach. The Doctor endlessly preforms surgeries on patients that never leave, simply waiting in the hospital to go through it all again, once again, simply because the Doctor is a Doctor and that’s what doctors do. The Hunter hunts and taxidermies because he’s a hunter, end of story. These adults CAN do things other than their jobs if they want to, like the Teacher playing the Piano in her free time and even writing and editing her own piece, but in the end they’re stuck endlessly doing their jobs for no real reason, with no end goal, simply because that is what they do.

But the Lady and Broadcaster are different. For example: The Maw’s whole thing isn’t something the Lady does just because she’s The Owner or The Host of the Maw and that’s what she does, she does it to keep herself alive, maintaining the whole thing as a way to guarantee a steady supply of souls to keep herself going year after year. In fact: The Lady didn’t originally run the Maw. She forcibly took it over from the previous owner (The Granny). In other words: The Lady planned out everything with the Maw. She took over because she wanted to use it as a guest trap and continues to use it as so. There’s also the Lady’s connections to the Nest, showing that the Lady can just straight up stop the Maw stuff in its entirety for a while and do whatever the hell she wants at the Nest, not to mention her own collection of books and spells deeper in her personal quarters, further abandoning any semblance of “I run the Maw because I am it’s owner and therefore it is my purpose”. The Lady runs the Maw and keeps track of all her employees because she wants to (use it to become immortal), not because it’s her only true purpose in life.

Her name actually somewhat reflects this. Instead of a job title or something similar, her name is simply “The Lady”. “The Lady of the Maw” for long. It’s just a description of her. Not a job title. Because the Lady does what she wants and doesn’t have a preset job-related purpose. The Broadcaster can also technically be used here as well, because The Broadcaster isn’t actually his name. We don’t know his name. He’s simply a second Thin Man that you can find if you search through the Lore enough. I just call him the Broadcaster because that was the Thin Man’s original name when LN2 had just recently been announced.

(The Thin Man also has a non-job-related name and isn’t a lord, but that’s because he doesn’t actually have a job to define him with. He’s a living battery for the signal tower, nothing more and nothing less.)

Point is, Lords are way more intelligent than the typical adult, and are able to think in ways that regular adults simply can’t.

Also (and this one is a pure headcanon with little canon evidence): Lords have the unique ability to speak in a language that both Children and Adults understand, when normally Children and Adults simply can’t understand each other. The only other creatures that can do this are The Butler, a Non-Lord Adult who can speak Child thanks to the Lady, The Pretender, a child that can speak Adult also thanks to the Lady, and Children that are still in the process of being dragged into the Nowhere, like Noone being able to hear and understand an adult shopkeeper.

Lords can be aware of each other, interact and even work together, as seen with both the Lady and The Ferryman working together either with the Ferryman working underneath the Lady or both on an equal partnership (it’s hard to say given how powerful the Ferryman is and how we don’t know what he’s getting out of this partnership) and the Broadcaster and Flesh Walls working together to create the Transmission, the Loop and everything else that keeps the Pale City the way it is. It really just depends on how close their respective domains are.

In fact: we know two Lords who are either rivals or outright enemies: The Lady and The Broadcaster (once again, a separate entity from the Thin Man, although they look nearly identical).

In Little Nightmares 2, you can find an apartment that used to belong to the Lady, implying that she used to live in the Pale City.

It even has a picture of her (Masked, implying that she had her powers long before coming to the Maw, throwing a massive wrench into the Cycle Of Ladies theory) and one of her ceramic statues. The Glitching Remain found near it might even be the shadow-lifeforce-soul-stuff that the Lady stores inside those things, having leaked out and gotten ensnared by the Transmission.

Given the state of the Pale City and how the Lady now views the mainland as “Chaos”, it’s pretty clear that the Lady lived in the Pale City before the Broadcaster and Signal Tower showed up, and the Lady left once the Transmission started up.

Then in the Nest, we have the Lady locking up a TV in a heavy duty room while suspending it in the air (presumably so nothing can come through and if something does, the TV will fall and break, preventing them from escaping).

Combine that with the Broadcaster’s failed attempt to enter the Maw through a TV in the Post-Credits of Secrets Of The Maw and one of the Pretender’s drawings depicting the Broadcaster, and it’s very possible that the Lady did this in response to the Broadcaster trying to enter the Nest through that specific TV. To prevent him from taking her daughter. It would certainly explain why that TV was rigged to be one way. If the Broadcaster were to come through, the TV would fall, preventing the Broadcaster from escaping with a kidnapped Pretender.

It’s not the only TV in the Nest, as the Pretender does have one of her own, but there’s also a possibility that this specific TV is special somehow. Maybe it’s the only one in the Nest that can access live TV and signals, with the Pretender’s TV only being able to play pre-recorded stuff.

Final point is, both the Lady and the Broadcaster seem to despise each other, with the Lady leaving the Pale City once he showed up and the Broadcaster making multiple attempts to enter the Maw and Nest, most likely with the intention of harming the Lady and/or the Pretender.

As for how Lords are made, I headcanon that there’s two ways. A Deal with The Eye or being Made By It.

For the second opinion you have The Ferryman, North Wind, Signal Tower and Living Mall. They were just straight up created by the Eye. They aren’t the only ones either, as other Lords like them still have the capability to exist out there in the Nowhere. These are just the Lords we’ve seen.

As for why I believe these guys were created by the Lord, just look at them and what they’re capable of.

The Ferryman is described as a otherworldly figure with a face resembling melting wax (fun fact: that exact description is used in the podcast and is a reference to the Cut Character The Wax Bellman, who was confirmed out of universe to be an older beta version of what would later become the Ferryman.), who can shapeshift, teleport, speaks entirely in riddles and is shown to have direct connections to EXTREMELY powerful creatures, not to mention that Otto identifies him as “The guardian at the threshold. A mythic entity who’s appeared in the stories of innumerable cultures.”

The North Wind is a formless entity that is the Wind, is on par with the Ferryman in power and out of universe, The North Wind is often a character in legends and stories of various cultures, just like how Otto describes the Ferryman.

The Signal Tower and Living Mall are so similar that I first they were the same character. They’re giant masses of flesh covered in eyes that can mimic entire buildings. The eyes alone should give these things off.

Coincidentally (or not), these four specific lords are the ones who are better at invading people’s dreams and accessing Our World, with the Ferryman in particular being so adept at it that Otto initially believes him to be The “guardian at the threshold” of the Nowhere. In reality, all Lords we see can access our world through dreams, and it turns out that Eye-Created Lords are just naturally better at it. The Ferryman isn’t THE guardian at the threshold that Otto is looking for, but A guardian at the threshold. A Lord. One of many.

For the others like The Lady, Broadcaster and most of the Podcast Lords, they started out as regular adults.

Now it’s important to note that Regular Adults, despite being bound to that singular purpose or job, can do things outside of it and have unrelated things on the side, like the Teacher playing and composing on the piano in her free time.

For many, this is where it starts, with an adult using that Free Time and stuff on the side in very specific ways. They start researching the world they inhabit and how it works, the Nowhere, Magic, The Eye, and it all eventually culminates in them somehow getting the attention of the Eye itself, and making a deal with it. Either that or the Adult comes into close contact with another Lord, who ends up bringing the Eye’s attention to the adult for them.

The deal is all the benefits that lords have over regular adults (plus whatever is unique to them, like the Lady’s shadow magic and the Broadcaster’s signal powers) in exchange for… something. We don’t know exactly what, but this something is generally assumed to be souls. Many souls. For example, the Viewers of the Pale City are eventually consumed by the Televisions they watch, leaving behind only their clothes. It’s assumed that their souls are claimed by the Eye through this, the Eye getting any and all souls that the transmission ensnares and drags into itself.

Speaking of which….

The All Seeing Eye:

To my understanding and theorizing, the Little Nightmares Universe looks like this:

You have Reality as we know it, The Threshold between Reality and Nowhere, Nowhere itself, an unknown space that most likely just contains another threshold, this time between the Nowhere and the Nightmare World and the Nightmare World itself, which I also call the Eye’s Domain.

The Eye is a cosmic horror-esque eldritch monstrosity. Simple as that. It is the ruler and sole inhabitant of its domain, the Nightmare World. The Eye’s Domain essentially stands opposite to ours in a cosmic sense, and the Nowhere is created where both of these very different worlds overlap ever so slightly.

Also in a very disturbing twist, the Nowhere is actually essentially the universe’s DEFAULT STATE, or at least is as close as to you can get to it, and at some point in the incomprehensibly distant past (most likely during or even before the literal Big Bang), it separated into the stable, orderly “reality” where we live and exist and the horrifying chaotic eldritch nightmare world where the Eye exists.

We know this thanks to the Ferryman’s words: “Two flows from one, and here, is whole again”. In other words, there used to be one world, but then they separated into two, and in the Nowhere, both worlds meet again.

This also means that the Eye most likely predates the entire universe as we know it. In fact, I’d compare it to this bit of Adventure Time Lore:

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The Eye’s Realm is literally just Eldritch madness the mortal mind can’t comprehend. Pure chaos with the Eye being omnipresent, all seeing and in full control of everything that happens in there. But the Nowhere is different. It’s not created by the Eye, at least not on purpose. The Nowhere is a space between spaces, where our reality meets the Eye’s nightmarish hellscape, and the end result is the Nowhere, where things make JUST enough sense to be comprehensible while also being filled with the Eye’s nightmares and corruption.

The Eye can see into the Nowhere and is almost always watching almost everywhere at once, but can’t truly interact with anything outside its domain like the Nowhere or Our World (thank god), but it can use other methods to influence things, like it’s various Lords. The massive amount of Eyes seen all over the franchise are less a thing the Eye looks through and more just a sign of Its Presence. It can’t show up physically, but the Eye symbols are a sign that it’s here and watching regardless.

However, despite the Eye being unable to physically appear in the Nowhere, we’ve seen it. In Episode 6 of the Podcast.

In episode 6, Noone is brought to the Threshold, the final barrier between the Real World and Nowhere, where crossing it will trap you forever. The Threshold (or at least Our side of it) is described as Extremely Dark, filled with black mist that makes it extremely hard to see, and contains a single wooden door simply described as “Ancient” with a symbol of the Eye on it. But after Noone crosses through the door and sees the Nowhere side of the Threshold, it’s different.

The Mist vanishes, and Noone sees countless stars that fill the sky with a red moon, but quickly realizes that those aren’t stars, they’re Eyes. Even the Red Moon is just a Massive, Red Eye. That is our description of the Eye itself.

The Eye can’t enter the Nowhere or Our World, but seems to be fully capable of existing within that border space between the realms, although it’s power is somewhat limited here compared to in its own domain.

Or maybe you can just see into the other realms from the Threshold. The Nowhere is compared to a one-way mirror at some point. Earth is on the mirrored side, and can’t look into the Nowhere, while the Nowhere can look at us. Presumably, the Nightmare Realm follows the same idea. From inside the Nightmare Realm, you can’t see the Nowhere either. You are on the mirrored side of a one way mirror. But from the Threshold, and more specifically the part of the Threshold that’s closer to the Nowhere? You are on the side of the mirror that lets you look straight through it, and with Noone being in-between Reality, The Nowhere AND the Nightmare World, she might have be able to look straight at the Eye in its domain, looking at it through the one-way mirror that is reality.

Anyways, That description of Countless Glowing Eyes matching the amount of stars in the sky with a single massive Red Eye surrounded by rings in the centre is the closest we can come to understanding what the Eye looks like. It’s the most complicated form it can take that we as human beings can still comprehend without going insane.

But there’s more. In episode 5, Otto attempts to use a machine to see into Noone’s dreams, but is stopped at the dark mist of the Threshold. He watches as a single eye appears from the darkness, and then it opens, staring at Otto with such intensity that he’s physically in pain from it, barely able to choke out words as he rambles that “it’s watching me” until the machine he’s using completely breaks down.

In other words, Otto tried to stare into the abyss that is Nowhere, but the Eye cut him off and stared right back.

Also also: Otto’s reaction to the Eye staring at him plus the sound it makes as it does so reminds me exactly of the Sentry Eyes used in the Maw and Nest that turn people caught in its gaze to stone. There’s also the unused TV Eyes from LN2 that do the same thing and it looks like the Mechanical Monster Baby in LN3 can do the same thing with it’s own eyes. This leads me to believe that many Lords directly draw upon the Eye for magical power, and Sentry Eyes (and the Eye Cameras in the Maw) use raw power taken straight from the Eye to power themselves.

Also as pure headcanon: In my headcanon post about some children being native to the Nowhere and some being from Earth, I mentioned two things:

Children that are visiting Nowhere as they sleep (like Noone) but haven’t been fully pulled in yet will disappear from Nowhere and go back to Earth if they die in the Nowhere, Fall Asleep in the Nowhere, or “go unobserved for too long”.

Children will naturally appear in the Nowhere (basically spawn in like Minecraft Mobs) in any area that is completely unobserved.

For both of these things, I’m not just talking about going unobserved by others, but also by the Eye.

The Eye, despite being present almost everywhere in the Nowhere and having a reputation as being all-seeing, is not perfect. Occasionally, a tiny gap will appear in its all-seeing sight, and when it can’t see a spot, Children, one of the only things immune to its corrupting, nightmarish presence, have a chance to appear in that unobserved spot.

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goldenhaz · 2 years

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Hey all :)

This was something I literally cooked up and thought about yesterday on my way to get food lol. I had to write it out, and this is what I got. I don’t know why or how, I love both Drew and Harry! Then hence here’s this beauty.

Enjoy!

Flowers Need Rain

Warning(s): angst, PDA, depression, fluff

Summary: OBX Actress Y/N L/N got her heart broken by the one person she loved most. When her now ex-fiancé, singer, Harry Styles, leaves her at the wedding alter for someone else, she feels like her life is over. What happens when she realizes that the one person who’s been there for her through thick and thin, is really who she’s always needed?

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry y/n, but I don’t.” Harry says softly, dropping her hands to her sides.

Gasps were heard around the room as people covered their mouths. The bride looked at the one person she loved with her whole heart, watching his face alter into pure sadness and guilt for the words he said.

Tears glossed over her eyes. “What?” She whimpered.

He shook his head, cupping her cheeks. “I’m choosing Olivia. I’m sorry, but I can’t keep doing this to you.” He admits, watching her face contort into anger and betrayal.

She watches as his lips press to her forehead one last time before his hands leave her face, and he’s running down the aisle and towards the venue.

Heads turned back towards y/n as she stood there, tears silently falling as she bit her lip harshly to keep it from quivering.

Her bridesmaids and friends rushed up to her to comfort her, y/n only making eye contact with Anne, Harry’s mother. The shock and astonishment in her face was just as present.

“I’m so sorry.” She mouths to the girl as she stands there in shock and tears falling down her eyes as well.

Y/N nods, her heart breaking and shattering. Her eyes find her friends who stood around her as comfort.

Her parents and Anne had began to usher people away from the scene and inside the venue, giving the now ex-bride time to herself.

She wiped underneath her eyes, her close friends Madelyn and Madison telling her soothing and calming words. “You’re better than he is. He’s a coward for leaving you like this,” Madelyn says.

Y/N sniffles. “I don’t understand what I did wrong,” she cries, Madison immediately shushing her softly to keep her form fully falling apart.

The girl in white looks at her friends after a few moments and wipes under her eyes once more. “Can you guys go tell my parents to send everyone home? And tell Anne I’ll be in touch? I just- I-I-“

“You don’t have to say anymore. We will go take of it. Take all the time you need.” Madelyn says, Madison agreeing as the two pull her in for one final bear hug before leaving her alone.

When she was finally on her own, she immediately collapsed onto the small staircase with her head in her hands. Her heart shattering and aching with each breath she took.

Sitting there all alone at the alter in her wedding dress.

Harry Styles breaks off engagement with now ex-fiancé OBX star, y/n l/n!

Harry styles seen running down aisle of wedding to OBX star and fiancé y/n l/n!!

OBX Actress Y/N L/N left ALONE at wedding alter by her fiancé and Grammy-winner Harry Styles!

Harry Styles calling off wedding to beautiful and former fiancé, Y/N L/N, for Olivia Wilde??

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Numb.

Pale.

Depressed.

Upset. Angry.

These were many of the recurring emotions Y/N has been feeling since the wedding.

Harry hasn’t spoken a word to her since leaving her there, the only thing she received were lease papers and a giant empty house only filled with her belongings.

His were gone. As if he never existed in her life.

That’s what killed her most.

The girl couldn’t even bear to be in their once shared home any longer, immediately having movers move her stuff back to her apartment in LA.

That was over a month ago.

Here she sat, alone, in her apartment bedroom staring at the city lights of downtown Los Angeles. It was pouring outside, the rain bringing a calm to her nerves. Her room only faintly lit up by the fairy lights nailed to the top of her walls.

She sat there in the quiet, her fan buzzing was the only thing that could be heard. She hadn’t left from her spot in her room unless it was for a shower, where she would pour out her emotions on the floor.

She barely could bring herself to eat, it wasn’t something good enough for her to bring herself to do.

Y/N’s phone would ring off and on throughout the days, the girl finally putting it on silent. Not wanting to do with anything outside of her apartment.

The OBX crew were the ones who became more concerned over time, knowing they’d begin shooting in a few weeks. They were nervous as to how she would be looking coming back for their third season.

They were more nervous as to if she would return. They had never seen their best friend as heartbroken and dead inside until then.

The only one out of any of the crew that was able to get to her, was Drew.

Drew Starkey was Y/N’s best friend out of the entire bunch. They were a dynamic duo. Completely inseparable.

He would come to check on her every so often, noticing how her place always looked the same each time he came in. As if nothing was ever touched or like she didn’t exist in her own home.

That’s what was scaring him each time he walked in.

Speaking of, tonight was a night he chose to make his way over to her place. He had her favorite sushi place and wine in his hands, as well as a bag filled with snacks she could keep in her room for her to eat.

He had to start somewhere, and if it was setting up a bin organized with her favorite snacks then that was a start in his eyes.

Drew knocked on her door to signal his arrival, before he used his key to unlock her door.

The entire place was dark per usual. No dishes in her sink, her mail he brought in for her a five days prior still in the same spot.

He sighs as he sets his keys down, taking his jacket and hat off. “Y/N?” He calls out softly while walking to her bedroom.

He knocks once before opening her door, spotting the girl sitting on her floor as she stared out at the city below. He shut the door behind him, setting the food and wine on her desk.

“How’re you?” He coos slowly, making his way to her with one of her extra blankets from her bed in hand.

She sniffles while he takes a seat next to her, Drew’s insides churning at the sight of his best friend.

Eyes so red and puffy she could barely keep her eyes open. Her cheeks were unbelievably flushed to the point where she looked as if she was dead.

Her hair was knitted in a bun that looked like it hadn’t been taken out in days.

He could see her shivering underneath the blanket she had around herself, Drew easily inching closer and wrapping his blanket covered arm around her.

He lets out a loud sigh, watching her body slowly relax and lean more into his own.

“It’s pretty isn’t it?” He mumbles softly, talking about the city lit up miles ahead.

She nods.

“When was the last time you ate?” He tests, watching her slowly shrug her shoulders.

“Couple days,” she says. Her voice sounding very raw. “I haven’t been in the mood.”

He kisses her head. “You’ve gotta eat a bit. I’ll help you, even if it means I airplane feed it to you.” He tries to joke, hoping to get her reaction.

She just shrugs, Drew’s face falling before he sighs.

“What about a shower?” He asks.

“Whenever you were here last.” She answers shortly, the boy nodding.

“Well,” he starts, grabbing her body to sit in his lap. “I brought your favorite sushi, wine and even snacks to keep stored in here.”

Her heads turns to look back at him for the first time. As if saying for him to keep talking.

He grins softly. “So how about this,” he begins. “I’ll get the food situated, the wine poured, all while you take a shower?” He suggests.

Y/N didn’t move for the first few moments, Drew arguing with himself mentally on whether or not he should pick her up and carry her to the bathroom.

He was ready to do it, only stopping when she began to stir in his lap. She began to stand on her two feet, loosing her balance slightly from sitting and most likely low on energy.

Drew grabbed the blanket off both her and his shoulders to toss on her bed, helping her towards the bathroom.

He turned on the water making sure it was as warm as she liked to have it, walking back out to grab her a change of clothes.

He sets the clothes and towel on the counter as well as one of his sweaters he knows she loves to wear

He sees her hunched over, slightly shaky as she tries to use all the muscle she’s got in her to take out her hair from the knot it was in.

He could see the frustration in her face as she struggled, Drew walking up behind her and softly helping untangle the scrunchie from her locks.

“You going to be okay?” He asks.

She hums with a nod. “I’ll go get the stuff ready,” Drew nodding back at her as he leaves her be.

It was a step in the right direction.

—————

“Drew I really don’t want to go,” Y/N argues, the boy walking around her room grabbing a couple of outfits for her to choose from.

“Y/N, I was told that you A. Don’t have a choice and B. It’s Madison’s birthday,” he starts, seeing her sit at her vanity playing with her fingers anxiously.

“Drew I just-“ she huffs, taking in a deep breath as tears start to form. Drew’s immediately dropping the outfits to the ground, kneeling in front of her as she begins to get more and more anxious.

“What if the paps are there? And they start asking what happened? And bringing up they’re relationship? And-“

He immediately shushes her softly, lifting her chin to look into her glossed eyes.

“Mads is making sure you get in and out of there privately. The venue is closed off specifically so nobody can bother or pester anybody,” he explains.

She looks back and forth between his eyes. “She wouldn’t put you in danger or risk like that. She wants you out so bad that she was willing to close off the whole block. Just so you wouldn’t be seen or bugged.” Drew adds, watching her expressions calm down slightly.

She looks down at her lap and begins to bicker with herself mentally, knowing she’s missed her friends more than anything. Drew’s reassuring caressing on her knee helping soothe her more.

Her eyes find his once more. “We can leave whenever?”

“Of course.”

“I won’t be alone?”

“I’d never leave your side. I couldn’t,” he assures, watching her bite her bottom lip into her mouth.

“Okay.”

He smiles at her. “Beautiful. Now,” he stands up, pulling her with him. “How about we figure out a code word, and what you’re in the mood to wear?” He says, earning a slight nod from her.

“Good,” he laces their hands together and leads over to her outfit choices, letting her choose what to wear. “Go get your cute ass into the bathroom and change.”

He sees a smile come to her face for the first time in a long time.

It’s a start.

——————

Drew laughed so hard his stomach began to hurt, watching his best friend trip out of the truck.

“And cut!!!” The director tells out with a chuckle, Drew opening his car door and hunching over as he laughed at Y/N.

The girl peers around the corner of the truck, her mouth gaping as she’s now covered in mud.

She had an amused smile on her face as she looked over at her best friend who was red in the face from cackling.

“This is not funny! I’m absolutely soaked head to toe, mud is in places it shouldn’t be!” She giggles walking towards the set crew and Drew who was getting a drink of water.

“Oh no,” Drew snorts. “It’s hilarious. This proves you’re quite the klutz.” He jokes, earning a playful scowl from Y/N.

Then she’s completely silent, slowly and sneakily walking up to him with her arms wide open.

His assistant is looking at her with an amused grin, as well as the director before he walks off to hold his laughs in.

A snort leaves the crews mouth, causing Drew to turn around towards her and his eyes widening immediately.

She begins sprinting towards him, the boy almost too late taking off away from her. “No! Absolutely not!” He yells out, running around the bed of the truck.

The two are now on opposite sides of the truck, Y/N looking at him with a devilish smirk. “It’s only fair.” She chuckles, acting as if she was gonna go way while he flinched towards the opposite direction.

“Playing hard to get now are we?” She jokes, watching him chuckle.

“Always been in your reach, Y/N.” He shot back, watching her face fall slightly in shock. She shakes her head, immediately pushing herself up onto the back tire to hop into the truck bed from the side.

She watches Drew run off, her immediately jumping off the truck towards his direction. “Just accept your fate Starkey!” She yells. He laughs out a loud no as she watches him disappear behind a tree, Y/N immediately getting an idea.

She runs back towards the truck, grabbing a handful of mud and hiding on a side of the truck where he wouldn’t be able to see her.

Y/N could hear him slowly making his way back cautiously, asking the crew if they’d seen where she went. Of course they had her back, saying she’d given up to go change and rinse off.

She watches as his assistant dragged him to a more clear spot for her to come after him, waiting for the signal from his assistant to take charge.

When she got the wave to go, she immediately sprinted up behind him with her hands holding the mud.

Drew turned around quickly, only realizing he’s too late as Y/N pounces on his back. She is laughing like a mad man as he’s crying out in terror while she wipes mud all over his outfit and face.

“Never doubt me, Starkey.” She jokes, wrapping her hands around his neck.

Drew says nothing, instead looks back at her with a knowing smirk. “That’s okay.” He says simply as he begins to walk off with her on his back.

He makes sure he has her thighs in a good grip, seeing her confused by his changed demeanor. “We’ve gotta rinse off somehow,” he taunts, slowly going towards the direction of the marsh.

Her eyes widen, immediately trying to fight his grip off. He takes off running, slowly maneuvering her body so she is now thrown over his shoulder.

“No! Drew, please I’m sorry! No!!” She’s laughing out in terror. The crew and their friends watching the two take off down the dock and into the water.

Madison looks at Rudy with a happy and warm grin, crossing her arms as the rest of the crew exchanges knowing looks.

“I’m glad to see he’s gotten her back to herself,” Chase speaks up.

“If anybody could bring her back, it’s Drew,” Madison adds. “Always has been, and I’m pretty sure it always will be.”

They watch as Drew helps pull Y/N out of the water, her smile as bright as ever when looking at Drew.

—————

Y/N took a deep breath as she hung up the phone and set it on the table, rubbing her temples. “Why so tense?” A familiar voice perks up, causing her to look up in their direction. She smiles softly.

Drew smiles back down at her before taking a seat next to her on the couch. “What if these people don’t like the movie? I mean this is kind of the pass or fail stage.” She jokes, Drew chuckling.

Drew was Y/N’s best friend. After they met on the set of season one in Outer Banks, they became inseparable and unbelievably close. They got each other like nobody else, things they could point out in each other nobody else could pick out.

It was one thing they were good at. It was one of Drew’s specialties after Y/N got her heart absolutely shattered months ago. He was the first one to bring her out of her room, make her smile, make her eat.

He was her other half in an odd way.

“We worked hard, and you worked harder. You and I didn’t pull all of those all nighters for nothing.” He laughs, her joining in.

“Yeah I know. That’s why I’m hoping it’ll al pay off,” she huffs, laying her head on his shoulder.

He leans his head on top of hers after he kisses it. “After everything you’ve came out of and gone through this is a time for you to worry more about what your makeup look will be.” He says, causing her to pinch him playfully.

“It’s true! It’s been what, almost a year since you’ve been seen in public? Since,” he trails off softly and y/n nods.

“It’ll be a year next week.”

“If only Chase and I caught up to him. I can’t believe he left you there,” he says and she shrugs. “I’ve never seen you so heartbroken, y/n/n.”

She scoffs quietly to herself and shakes her head. “Trust me. It felt worse than it looked.”

“Oh I know. It took me weeks to see that beautiful smile again.” He jokes, pinching her side causing her to squeal.

“Speaking of, there it is again,” he laughs, seeing her smiling up at him.

“You’re such a sack of corniness,” she shoots, Drew gasping playfully as he puts his hand to his chest.

“Well I never!” He cries out. Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Well come on then,” Drew says as he stands up, holding his hand out for her to take. “Let’s go get some Italian beverages and the correct type of Italian food while we are here.”

Y/N feels her heart flutter at his actions when her hand touches his, the boy bringing her into his side as they get ready to walk out the door.

NEXT MORNING

“Mickey, where did the jewelry go?”

“Over here, lovie!” The voice yells back, Y/N finishing up with getting her dress zipped up and making her way back towards her hotel bathroom.

Y/N wanted a positive change to herself. Tonight was a big night after all. She had to look her best when coming out into the public after almost a year.

Her hair was dyed darker which brought out her eyes, her dress and gloves she was wearing had screamed confident.

She was ready.

She smiles at the tray of beautiful jewels and rhinestone decorated pieces, getting impatient to put them on. “These are absolutely beautiful!” She gapes, pointing at the pieces she wanted Mickey to help put on.

“Oh these are just the start,” he hums as he hooks her bracelets together on her wrists.

“What do you have planned?” She chuckles, watching him scurry to his bag to dig out something.

She sees him holding a small box with a smug smirk. Her eyes narrowed. “What’s up your sleeve?”

“You need a side of payback with that revenge dress, don’t you think?” He trails off, opening the velvet box.

It made the insides of her stomach boil and her chest tighten.

It was her engagement ring. The one Harry proposed to her with.

She looks back at Mickey with an expression he couldn’t read. “So what are you thinking miss L/N?”

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Y/N sat in the car as she was being brought up to the Venice Film Festival venue, mentally preparing herself for tonight’s commotion.

Harry was there. So was Olivia.

She would be there.

They haven’t spoken or seen each other since the wedding day, Harry having cleaned out his things of their home months ago when she arrived back.

She knew Drew would be there ready for whenever she needed to get out of there or away from the public.

Especially since she and her team made sure she wasn’t seen around any sets after things had happened. Sure it was terribly hard, but they made it work.

This would be her first time out since everything. Her first time being seen after heartbreak at the alter.

And she was gonna make herself look great doing it.

The car stopped and outside she could see the big red carpet, fans and flashes from hundreds of paparazzis.

Her door opened wide enough for a figure to peer through the door and look down at her.

Drew smiled at her. “You look absolutely ravishing, miss L/N.” He says, and immediately she feels calm and warm.

Drew makes everything better. He always has.

Y/N smiles at him, cupping his face with her hand before caressing it. “And you’re looking as gorgeous as ever, Starkey.” She says softly, making him blush slightly at her words.

“Shall we, beautiful girl?” He says, holding his hand out.

She chuckles and laces her hand with his, her assistant that was in the car with her helping with her dress as she stepped out.

Flashes and loud screams were immediately met with Y/N’s ears as she popped out of the car.

Drew could feel her hand tighten its grip on his, the boy looking down at her with a smile and nod.

“You’re okay?” He asks, her head nodding confidently. She looks at him with a genuine smile. “I’m okay.”

Drew stepped away from her applauding and cheering, helping her nerves fade. She laughs as he begins to act like a paparazzi, seeing fans going crazy at seeing her again.

Y/N ignored the stares of many shocked actors and actresses noticing her presence, taking her time with posing for photos as she made her way down the carpet.

She stops posing after a bit, looking to see Drew a few yards away posing as well. His jaw clenching and unclenching from the gum he chews, hands in his pockets.

It was making her feel some type of way with his he looked. How he was acting with her.

The pair make eye contact, the girl holding her hand out as if asking for him to come join her for photos. Drew smiles and goes towards her, immediately wrapping his arm low around her hip.

As the two posed together and moved down the carpet, a familiar voice was heard not far from her.

She turned slightly, only to do a double take when noticing who it was.

Harry was talking with Jeff, but his attention completely focused on her figure. She could see his mouth dropping in awe at her dress and that it was really her after all this time.

His eyes locked with hers a few moments later, but she didn’t give him the time of day.

“Y/N,” he could see his mouth say, a small relieved smile making its way onto his lips.

Y/N thought it would make her insides flutter, her heart warm, goosebumps maybe, anything she used to feel. She didn’t feel a thing when they made eye contact.

Nothing but devastation.

She wanted to scream at him, hit him even. Instead, she kept a straight face and slowly turned her gaze back to the cameras.

Her zoned out state due to seeing Harry for the first time after a year, was cut short by a reassuring squeeze to her hip by Drew.

She felt comfortable in his arms at this point.

He felt like home.

She squeezed Drew’s shoulder blade causing the boy looking at her with a smile, but it soon faded seeing her face partially hiding in his shoulder.

“Behind,” she mumbles loud enough for him to hear. His eyes looking above her head to see Harry still watching her every move. Then seeing his green eyes find Drew’s, Harry’s gaze hardening.

Drew looked down at the girl on his arm, seeing her slowly begin to shut down but not enough for the paps to notice it.

He leaned towards her ear where his mouth wouldn’t be seen to the public’s eye.

“You’re better than he is,” he says. “He hates how much he’s missing now that he lost you, and it looks like to me he is regretting the mistake he made leaving you at that alter.” He mumbles, seeing her shakiness somewhat falter at his voice.

So he keeps going.

“Don’t let him win. Let him know how much better you’ve been without him in your life,” he says. “I know one final thing for sure.” He trails off as they face the cameras again.

“And what is that?” She mumbles softly.

“I never would’ve left you at that alter. That’s not what a man does.”

Her eyes look up at his face with such shock at his words. “The photographers are in front, Y/N.” He jokes, making her roll her eyes playfully.

The pair posed together, her hand sitting nicely on his chest, sometimes switching to her waist while the other sat on his shoulder blade.

He caressed her side every so often, knowing her nerves were probably off and on.

She noticed how he would mumble calming and comforting things to her as they stood together.

She looks up and smiles at him as if he’s the world in her eyes.

That’s how it began to feel to her. Drew felt like everything she needed.

He’s always been around, he’s always been there. He had everything Harry didn’t. Drew made her a priority.

It made her heart flutter. That’s when it hit her.

She liked Drew. A lot more than just her best friend.

Drew looked away from the cameras and down to her with a smirk. “You know the cameras are still over there right?” He jokes.

Y/N didn’t hesitate with her next action. Not giving a single shit who was watching. She just needed Drew to know.

She slowly brought her hands to his face, reaching up and placing her lips on his.

Drew was taken aback slightly, but nonetheless kissed her back just as much. His grip on her hip tightened as his other hand moved to her neck.

They broke it a couple seconds later, looking back at each other with wide smiles.

“What was that for, miss L/N?” He whispers to her.

She bit her lip. “Because I like you way more than I planned.” She jokes, the boy smiling wider than ever.

“Glad we’re on the same level then.” He says before placing his lips briefly on hers one more time, the pair then deciding it’s probably best to get back to reality on the red carpet in that moment.

Her mind not even thinking about how Harry was looking at her.

He lost her, and was never getting her back.

The engagement ring sitting on her bathroom counter long forgotten.

OBX star Y/N L/N seen for the first time a year post chaotic breakup with singer, Harry Styles!

What a way to return for miss Y/N L/N!! Revenge dress, new movie, new look and better yet…. A new man??

After a year of being in the shadows, actress Y/N L/N seen at Venice Film Festival: and she's NOT alone!

Co-stars Drew Starkey and Y/N L/N bring on the PDA at the Venice Film Festival; only a year since actress' heartbreaking split with ex-fiance, Harry Styles!

Y/N L/N's Revenge dress is EVERYTHING!! Click to see more of actress not only making her debut appearance a year after breakup, but is HAPPILY sharing PDA with co-star, Drew Starkey!!

#harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey x you #drew starkey imagine #obx fic #drew starkey obx #obx cast

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Dunno if you're still in school, I just woke up and saw the choose violence post and hell YEAH I'm interested. 1, 8, 22

8: common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Honestly, its obviously subjective, but there are small things? I think people are wrong when they make Droog Russian. I don't know. I think it's just tired. bonus points if they characterize him as like, Russian and a sociopath or whatever. It's just boring. I also don't like when Sleuth is blond. Bottle blond sure, but do you think that man puts enough effort into his appearance to BOTHER? He barely showers every other day let alone gets metrosexual with it. If a version of Sleuth was going to be a bottle blond you KNOW it would be Scofflaw, Sleuth absolutely does not serve daily hygiene in the way some people draw him 😭

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

This is a hard one because there's so little intermission to begin with, and not that much problem sleuth. I really enjoy the dipshit fop versions of the sleuth team and i never see anything about them i guess? I want to see more of the gentlemen, I should draw some stuff for them at some point. I'm going to put most of 1 under a cut because I'm gonna get into it.

the character everyone gets wrong

Where to start, I've got thoughts on a bunch of characterizations I think are just wrong, but the top four are Pickle Inspector, Die, Clubs Deuce and Droog.

TO START: PICKLE INSPECTOR

Whenever I see PI characterized as a tea drinker I think its very funny but also incorrect. I am fairly certain we never see PI drink tea, outside of possibly some provided by Death. When left to his own devices PI brews his own moonshine and gets absolutely plastered locked in his own office. He keeps his own waste in a glass vase in his office! I don't believe he has long hair as a person either, because he would NOT take care of it. He showers less frequently than Ace or Sleuth. I think if he had long hair that would get so tangled and he would be so stressed and fried about detangling it would never happen and he'd have to cut it all off. I think he cleans up his act a little when Broad comes into his life because he doesn't want to scare her off by being such a disaster, but he's low functioning, very neurotic, and constantly dissociating. Even if he's smart and detail-oriented, I don't believe he channels that into cleaning his own space, maintaining his personal hygiene, or literally just going grocery shopping. He isn't fussy and neat and a tea drinker, he's fussy and snippy and a bit peevish, he's sometimes delusional and dissociative and sitting in his own sweat for days. He needs to be hosed down like a dog at the groomers!!! DIE

This man is also not long haired because he is disgusting and i cannot imagine him taking care of it. he's similar to PI but doesn't dissociate in the same way and expresses his anxieties a lot more externally. I personally headcanon him as having trichotillomania and having very thin hair and eyebrows, and stubby if any eyelashes. He's not in an environment conducive to like. Reducing anxiety. So it's not getting better really. He wears gloves to make it more difficult to pull out individual hairs. If he's a leprechaun with no hair, he probably picks at his skin, and I headcanon leprechauns as having something akin to vellus hairs all over their body giving them a very soft feeling skin, and he would also tear those out. I think he's marginally more fixated on contamination anxiety than PI is, but overall he doesn't have the motivation to take care of himself! He lives a very stressful existence and is like the most frightened and aggressive donskoy cat you've ever seen. I do want to also note that I think him just being a wimp is wrong, i think he is a wimp but responds to threats not by cowering exclusively, but also by brandishing a gun and getting very agitated and i think he bites. TLDR he is not a cute schmoopy to me he is a possum who needs to get its shots (not for rabies. tetanus and the like)

CLUBS DEUCE

I don't have exactly as much to say on deuce that i didn't cover in another post i made about him, but it seems like he gets infantilized a lot sometimes. He's a grown ass adult man, he's just full of whimsy and love and enjoys being alive and setting fires and building things. He's not a toddlerrrrr. I'm not saying everyone treats him like one but he's got like. a full inner life. He's just has some of the best mental health in midnight city

DIAMONDS DROOG

I can go into his character in detail another time, but I'll say a little about how i think he's fanonized so deeply. He is not cool. He just looks cool. He's not verbose, he cultivates a very particular look and sticks to it, but that's not because he's some kind of casanova, or suave. His flat affect is unintentional. His unflappable reputation is nonexistent- he is incredibly violent and prone to temper flare-ups, the only difference is how much he screams or swears compared to Slick, he's almost as violent as him, just not as off-the-handle. He's very specific and detail oriented, but is also INCREDIBLY boring! Not in a bad way, he's just. Normal. I think he has absolutely no imagination skills. his imagination stat is like a paradox. He simply doesn't imagine anything new! When the Draconian Dignitary puts the ring on in Homestuck that one time, and he doesn't get a whole big transformation? HE COULDN'T IMAGINE HIMSELF AS ANYTHING COOLER! And, i also think he's autistic (like me), and that ties into how i think he's so uncomfortable with change or going outside of his specific ass comfort zone. He's not cool, or even sexy, its all a facade. He calls the number on clothes catalogues to interrogate underpaid employees about the kinds of seams on their trousers and the fabric treatments they use on their products for hours. He eats one of three things when he goes out if he goes out at all. He has a hundred opinions on alcohol and cigars and he doesn't even like smoking cigars firsthand because the flavors too strong. He lives a highly internal life. If he wore a collarless overshirt he would die. He wouldn't even wear a funny tie of his own volition! He's kind of a killjoy dipshit! AND I LIKE HIM FOR IT! Thank you for listening to my thoughts.

#homestuck intermission #problem sleuth #the felt #midnight crew #diamonds droog #pickle inspector #die six #clubs deuce

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Mishap with the Accident Prevention Measures!

A/N; I accidentally forgot to post this because i posted the version that I HADN’”T SPELLCHECKED YET and got so embarrassed i temporarily perished. so in return i used my best “novel” style for the fic. help it literally took days to edit.

Summary: @tsuruyasonozaki said the remote idea was too short to make a fic out of. I took that as a challenge.

Content: lee!Moon, ler!Sun, Sun and Moon are brothers but like not from a technological standpoint, more like a found family standpoint? Minor angst, the Vanny incident happened but nobody ever got killed.

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Just when Sun’s shift was almost over, there was a precious half-hour between the time that his shift was ending and Moon’s began.

The incident with the bunny-clothed terrorist seemingly changed the very air of the ‘Plex. The Glamrocks never quite felt right with their rehearsals, often feeling bummed-out (as Chica might call it) and opting to wing it when the shows would come. Sun and Moon’s dynamic remained damaged, the two feeling a certain type of fear towards one another. Like a hare on the run from a coyote, like walking the thin line of perfection for those who don’t accept mistakes.

Moon had been located, repaired, and stopped before what was identified as a strange sort of virus or glitch could have caused him to truly harm anyone, but despite having been ‘cured,’ he still felt as though something was wrong.

Even so, as the click and whooshing of the hydraulics in Moon’s charging pad opening echoed out in the hollow staircase that dared to give it a stinging drone, Sun could not help his own excitement — not only to see his brother, but to see another person after closing hours. Such joy manifested itself in a brief, but tight, hug for what he saw as none other than his brother — they were not technologically capable of being related, but Sun could not help himself.

A creaking, fond chuckle purred out of Moon’s voicebox, wrapping an arm around his would-be younger brother.

The brighter attendant pulled away, suddenly trying to make himself very serious even if he could not be taken in such a way. “You overslept, mister.”

A prod at Moon’s chest earned a ‘ficial huff from the darker counterpart. With a weary smile, he spoke a ‘sorry’ just above mumbling volume, just now beginning to feel sober from the leftover drowsiness plaguing his systems. As such, his processors began to piece together bits of things that he considered off; puzzle pieces of Sun’s anxious behaviors. The way he had seemed apprehensive of releasing Moon from the hug, how he wrinkled the silky fabric of his striped skirt between his fingers even now as Moon looked him briefly in the eyes; no, this was not something he had done.

“Rough day?” Carefully speaking, a sort of rarely-seen gentleness hidden in the staticky undertones set in his voice, easily missed.

“Yeah, you could say that. I… I need to talk to you about something.” Sun admitted, his sun rays giving in under the pressure; withdrawing for fear alone.

“Ohh, boy,” Moon sighed dejectedly, physically drawling as he took a couple of steps back to sit against a beanbag, practically collapsing into it without much care.

As much as he would’ve liked to try to sleep through Sun’s following ramble, he knew by his behavior that it was more than some minor glitch or error, or a misbehaving child. The tense silence that gripped the air shanked his core with a sort of terror that only someone with a strict parent or boss would be able to understand.

Was it a relapse he hadn’t remembered, perhaps? Something he said?

He felt as though no matter how many times the Parts and Services’ programming crew told him, he would never believe that his code was completely clean.

The same peace and contentment from before the incident never came quite so easily any more, especially not with others, when he didn’t trust himself not to snap even though an outsider could tell he was acting more polite and obedient than ever before.

Call of the void, the humans had named it. The fear of stepping off the edge on purpose, the fear that you’ll use the easy opportunity to do something absolutely horrible.

“... it is about you.” Sun monitored his tone as he spoke this a bit slowly, eying his brother’s expression like a fawn to a hunting-gun.

“I figured,” Moon’s voice was greatly lethargic; rivaling a feline’s afternoon nap but threatening to succumb to his own creeping anxiety. “What is it this time?”

“It is… a remote.” “What for?” Moon raised a nonexistent brow towards the thought. Regret slowly creeped up on his systems for letting Parts and Services install that last update. Leaning forward in a slump and entwining the fingers of his hands together lazily, the darker robot let off a huff.

“In case you start… ‘acting problematically’... Th-their words! Not mine!”

Sun quickly found himself scrambling purposelessly, raising his hands in perhaps not-so-mock surrender. “I believe you,” Moon assured, maintaining much the same tone. “Oh- that… is a relief. That’s good, because, well… to be honest with you, I don’t like this at all.” His tone whined towards the end, a grimace showing up on his expression before he could force it away. “Hey, hey. Hey. it’s not your fault they felt like you needed it. Right? I’m not mad, Sunny.” He watched as Sun’s expression remained just the same no matter how he tried to comfort him. “If I’m being honest, too, I’m just… scared about what it’s supposed to do.”

“Oh.” Sun sighed. “I don’t know what it does. They didn’t tell me. Just…” He fiddled with it in his hands, his fingers gripping it as far away from any of the strange buttons embedded into it as possible, toying with the joking thought of it being an evil-looking television remote in his head. “Just to use it if you start getting violent, or something.”

“I’m not going to.” He responded just a bit too quickly, not being able to decide whether he was telling that to himself or Sun, who smiled ever so faintly. “Um… we should get to cleaning,” he suggested, forcing his own smile upon his expression. “I cleaned most of it up myself already, so it shouldn’t take too long… the- the kids were very well-behaved today,” Sun remissed briefly, sounding quite more comfortable.

Moon’s hydraulics groaned as he stood up from where he was sitting. “I’m glad. They used to be like little gremlins,” he chuckled softly, to Sun’s lighthearted chagrin.

And yet they still found their sync; a lilo of celestial twins. Sun would vehemently deny if asked, but his thoughts were not focused on anything he was doing while he was working. Moreso on the remote in his pocket, the sort of thoughts that made him pluck it out himself and contemplate locking it away somewhere. Sure. He was scared. But the chance of hurting someone else, his own brother, was much more terrifying.

“Sunny.” His brother prodded him suddenly. “Eep! Oh, Moon, you gave me a scare- Moon?” Examining him more closely with fear, he noticed he seemed to be artificially choking. His body lightly thrashed around and he looked as though he might be malfunctioning, and yet he was still attached to the acrobat wire he used.

“Moony! Oh god, oh no, oh god-” Sun dropped the remote in an instant, fingers scrambling and shaking as they tried to find some way to detach the hook, helping Moon down to the play mat below.

His thoughts were running in every single different direction right now. Contemplating taking him to Parts and Services to tell them to shut the damn thing off, or picking the remote up back again and trying to turn it off, or-

“mmMM… mhmhm! EhehEE!!”

Did Moon just…? Sun’s systems nearly tripped over themselves in a mixture of shock, relief, and confusion. “You’re… laughing?” Sun looked back towards Moon to see him gripping his own arms, a wide smile on his face and strained giggles tumbling out every so often. And then it dawned on him.

“It’s- it’s tickling you!” Sun himself began to laugh, again, from relief, but this time mixed with a mischievous amusement. “Oh- that’s- that’s too good! And, and, and! After last week’s incident, too? Me, oh, my, this is such a perfect opportunity…”

A devious smile made its way to Sun’s expression, kneeling down beside Moon. “No no! No no nohoho!” Moon squirmed about, kicking his legs lightly and hiccuping, a noise that made his circuits heat up with embarrassment. “Yes yes! What a cute sound that was! Make it again!”

As if this wasn’t already bad enough, Sun began lightly spidering around the seam between Moon’s neck and the back of his collarbone. “YEEHEHEHAHA! N-nohohoho!” Moon let off a snort, and decided he ‘hated’ this already. “Not the sound I was looking for, but, I think that’s just as good, don’t you?”

“Suhuhuhun! Turn- <hic> the damned thihihing ohohohoff!” “I actually don’t know how,” chirped Sun with an innocent tone. “They never told me how to turn it off.”

The thought of being tickled until they had to take him to Parts and Services to force-stop the program embarrassed him to no end, making his laughter pitch an octave higher for a few seconds. “Don’t worry! I won’t let it tickle you FOREVER, silly! We can figure out how to switch it off later. But for now, I’m getting revenge for last week.” Sun stated matter-of-factly, making his way towards Moon’s feet and settling down to remove his slippers. “Nnn- no! Don’t you dahahare!” “Don’t I dare? Moony, Moony, Moony! You’ve had this coming! Now, where should I start first…?” He wondered aloud, grabbing Moon’s ankle so he couldn’t escape. “N-Nowhehehere! Get off!” “Sorry! Not taking suggestions!” Sun smiled. “How about… here?” He poked a finger square to the center of Moon’s sole, then began to glide his finger up and down the middle. “AAAH- HAHAHAHA! SUUUHUHUHUHUN! CUT IT OUHUHUT!” His other foot kicked in protest.

“Nah, I don’t think so! Ooh, maybe I should go get the brushes and feathers from arts ‘n crafts like YOU did!” Sun crooned demeaningly, continuing his endeavor and reaching his arm around to hold back Moon’s toes to run his fingers underneath them; that was when Moon squealed out for the first time that evening. “EEEHEEK! GOD- FUCKING DAMMIHIHIHIT! YOU JERK!” “Oh my. Cursing in the daycare? This JUST isn’t like you. I think I’ll have to use that remote,” Sun made a mock-lecture, leaning to grab the remote and Moon began to try and push Sun off, hoping to perhaps kick the remote out of his hands. “Jeez, you really ARE being violent! I’ll just-” “EEEEHEHEHEEK! C-CUT IT OUHUHUHUT, TUHUHUHURN IT OHOHOHOOOOFFF!” Moon was going crazy with laughter, and Sun wasn’t even touching him any more! All because he’d started toying with the controls. He couldn’t help the miniature power rush he was experiencing, tracing circles on Moon’s sole. “I think you need the smiles anyway, mister. You’ve been very grouchy and tired lately!”

One thing Moon noticed, much to his annoyance, was that the controls that Sun toyed with not only sent ticklish shocks through his body, but it also made him feel more ticklish, somehow. He didn’t even know that was a setting they had, and he internally cursed it through the thoughts that hadn’t been eaten up by his loud laughter.

“Ooh, hold on a second! I’m gonna go get a surprise!” With his brother still cackling hysterically on the floor, Sun got up and hummed a little tune, heading off to the arts and crafts corner of the daycare and searching through the supplies, stuffing a couple things in his pockets that Moon was too busy laughing to see — although, what he could see very plainly was the brightly-dyed feather he’d retrieved, and he sat down at Moon’s feet. “WAIT! WAIHIHIHIHIT I NEVER- EEEEHEEEHEEEEK!” Moon squealed again with ticklish distress. “Oh, this is perfect!”

The feather was soft enough to slip through and between Moon’s toes no matter how much he tried to curl them to block out the feelings, and it tickled horribly so. If that wasn’t already enough to make Moon break down with laughter, the feather also happened to be long enough to make every single stroke ticklish agony. “EEEEHEHEHEK! EEHEEHEHEE- EEEEEK! YOU’RE GONNA- KIHIHILL MEHEHEHEEE! STA-HAAHAHAHAHAP!” Moon’s laughter was frequently interrupted by squeaks, and he helplessly hit his fist against the floor of the daycare while Sun held back his toes to thread underneath them. “Oh, silly! You can’t die from laughter! Besides, I’m not finished yet!” Moon’s head swirled with fresh, warm dizziness as Sun figured out how to work the remote in some vague way, giving him a bit of mercy from the full-body tickling that the program had been subjecting him to. “Plehehehease… oohohoh god,” Moon whined, shifting about. “Please what? Stop?” Sun acted as though he were wildly bewildered by the idea that Moon would say that. “I could. But gosh, you’ve been so stressed lately. And frowny. And grouchy.” Sun continued on for a moment. “I want to make sure that smile won’t leave for a VEERRRYYY long time. Okay?”

Sun sat down next to Moon’s torso, smiling innocently and tracing silly, swirly imaginary shapes into his tummy with his fingers. “Keehehehehe! Y… you… naahahaha!” Moon’s laughter picked up for just a half-second as Sun ghosted over the dent in his belly. Oh, Sun was playing a dirty game.

The darker counterpart could never admit that he particularly enjoyed the feeling of light, loving tickling, and it caused his fans to kick up even though he was no longer laughing so much. Sun simply cooed at him. “Aww, Moony~ You’re blushing!” “NNn… nahah! Don’t tease…” He pulled his nightcap over his face slightly and continued to twitch and squirm, occasionally halfheartedly telling him to stop out of sheer embarrassment that he found the sensation pleasant. But right when Moon let his guard down was when Sun took full advantage of his relaxed state, appearing to give him a break when he suddenly bent down and blew a raspberry. “AAAHAHAHAHA! N-nO SUhuhuhHUNNYY!” Sunny giggled mischievously in turn, only blowing another one to watch Moon squirm and cackle and kick his legs viciously. “Kitchy kitchy koo! Aww, listen to those giggles! You needed this, huh?” Sun smiled, letting Moon giggle away for a bit as he lightly tickled a little spot in the side of his neck, a tiny crook that made his darker brother hiccup and squeak.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop being mean. Come on, let’s get you to Parts and Services.” Sun offered a smile, his expression warm as he gave effort to help his brother stand, continuing to let him lean on him as he walked on shaky legs, down to Parts and Services while Sun offered little reassurances to him. “That’s it, we’re almost there, Moon.” He helped him sit down on a nearby bench while he ran inside, insisting for a worker. That was all Moon remembered before he woke up in the protective chamber of Parts and Services. Fear ran its course through its circuits again before he was able to process his situation — no more tickly feelings, a warmly smiling Sun and the customer-service smile of a Parts and Services worker who was doing their best to offer such a welcoming smile in front of his crimson eyes. “Oh…” “So? How is it? Is the feeling gone?” Moon nodded, feeling a speck of guilt as he watched the worker tense up at a movement to stand on the floor of the maintenance room seemed just a bit too quick for their liking — he watched their heart rate shoot up, all just for a few seconds.

“Yeah. It’s gone. Uh- thanks,” he smiled, trying to ease their anxiety but only ended with feeling awkward as he scratched at his own arms and avoided eye-contact. “No problem. You guys do have another update soon, though.” Sun and Moon shared a glance, before snickering between themselves at the screw-up of the employees. “What do you think, Moony? Maybe they’ll accidentally switch us around next time!”

#lee!moon #lee!moondrop #ler!sun #ler!sunny #ler!sundrop #tickling #sfw tickling community #fnaf tickles #tickle fic #tickle fluff

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dibschair · 2 years

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Wedded Discourse/Herbert West x Reader.

A/N : this can be read on its own or as a continuation of That's my wife! Either way enjoy I luv youuu . Also AFAB reader!

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• You and Herbert have known eachother for quiet a long time, having gotten together while studying in Switzerland

• It had taken Herbert SO LONG to admit that he loves you and even longer to propose

• Your wedding had been small and cozy, a trip to the court house and a small celebration with Dan and Meg.

• Afterwards,when the two of you had settled into married life in Arkham, something had shifted.

• You know Herbert well enough to see that he's conflicted about something.

• Yes of course he still treats you as his intellectual equal and still depends on you in the lab as he always had

• But since the wedding it was like there was something he wanted to say, but could never bring himself to spit it out

• Which is very out of character for your Herbie. It's completely unlike him to not just say exactly what he thinks.

• It's getting on your nerves.

• It was only about two and half months since the wedding, and you were beginning to worry that he was regretting his decision.

• You had voiced your concerns to Dan and Meg, who were quick to assure you.

• "Are you kidding Y/N? That freaks hopelessly in love with you!" -Dan Cain, Affectionately

• Their reassurance isn't has helpful as they think lmao

• So after another week of Herbert starting this conversation and them going "actually never mind.. "

• Yeah, you've had enough

• So one afternoon in the middle of the week you marche into the lab and cross your arms, starting at him expectantly.

• Not the most mature way to handle the situation with your husband, but still he's being weird...even for him.

• Herbert offers a tight smile and sets his pen down, "Yes dear?"

• "Spit it out already!"

• He blinks at you, feigning confusion.

• "I have no idea what you're talking about, dear..."

• So you cross the room and perch yourself on the desk in front of him, your annoyance evident on your face.

• "Oh yes you do! I know you better than anyone else, and I can tell that somethings been on your mind, so just say it!"

• Gods its like the two of you are back in college, arguing over whoes theory makes more sense.

• You don't have more time to reminisce, as Herbert begins mumbling out an answer.

• "Excuse me?" You ask pointedly, patience thin from his avoidance.

• "I said I want children!!"

• ....o h

• His face is absolutely flushed, red creeping down his neck as he looks everywhere but at you. You hadn't seen him this embarrassed since the first time you slept together lol.

• He takes your silence a bit personally, abruptly standing from his stool with a huff.

• "This is exactly why I didn't want to talk! I knew we'd disagree!" He paces over to another desk and busies himself with something menial.

• It takes you a moment to snap out of your daze, but once you do you slide off the desk and cross the room to wrap your arms around him from behind.

• "Oh, Herbie!" You coo affectionately .

• He turns in your arms and glowers at you with a skepticism not befitting the conversation.

• You grin and tug him into a big ol' kiss, trying your best to reassure him.

• He's stiff and unsure returning the smooch, but eventually melts into your touch. Dude relax you're literally married.

• You pull away first, and gently fix his glasses for him. "Where did you get the idea that I don't want children?"

• Herbert cracks a smile "Do you?"

• "With you? Of course!"

• "It's just that we've never discussed it before, So I came to the conclusion that-"

• "Well you were wrong, just like you were about-"

• He silences you with a kiss before you can poke anymore fun at him.

○Bonus○

It was about two months after the conversation in the lab, two months of you and Herbert "Trying" whenever you could.

So when you missed your period and started waking up sick, the two of you knew exactly what to do.

Herbert sat besides you on the edge of the bathtub, impatiently waiting for the kitchen timer to go off. A pregnancy test precariously balanced on the sink in front of you.

"This feels like the longest 15 minutes of my life.." You chuckle hugging his arm in search of comfort.

"It's almost over, darling." He assures eyes stuck to the timer.

"What if it's Negative?" You ask with a baited breath.

"Then we keep trying. But all the signs are -"

BUzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt

Herbert turns to you, a small smile on his face.

"Well I suppose it's time..."

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. You stand on shacking legs and reach for the test.

. . .

"...I'm pregnant!"

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A/N 2: hi Hello, a bitch hasn't written in a while but I have terrible baby fever and I'm gonna take it out on Herbert

#slasher x reader #herbert west x reader #herbert west imagine

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shall-we-go-far-away · 8 months

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now that was an episode!! whew, I don't even know where to start

Boston, god damn it Boston, he's so uurrgh, he's so weird like I genuinely don't know what his deal is.. ok, he's seems to want something from Top but is it necessary to literally manipulate every single person around you?? I felt like this ep. we followed him going from one person to another and just completely fucking them over

I don't even know how to describe it but whenever Boston is on screen my brain just goes "ew!" with literally everything he does, I know nothing in the show or trailer implies that there's gonna be murder involved but Boston genuinely gives me serial killer vibes I don't know how to explain it

and you know how I said I don't like Boston and Top, well this ep. didn't exactly made me like Top but at least showed me Top had some sort of humanity left in him while I think Boston is just a straight up asshole

Top is still weird to me, he's like a huge question mark he seems to like Mew and is obviously interested, I guess that's why he seemed a little hurt when Boston showed him the picture of Mew and Ray kissing but that really doesn't justify him having sex with Boston especially after Boston said the photo was from two years ago?? like bestie, you seem to be having serious trust issues

moving on to Sand and Ray, I'll just tackle them in one because as of right now they are the only pairing with a realistic chance of ending up together, I think their dynamic is fun but they walk this really thin line between just sex and feelings which yes, they did dicuss but we all know this isn't going to work out

their scene in the car gave us a reality check of where their relationship really is at because Ray is still into Mew, he enjoys Sand's company and all that but Mew still is more important and you could tell by Sand's reaction that he felt kind of betrayed, he let Ray have his way even though he said he never slept with someone twice that wasn't his lover only for Ray to leave him in the middle of everything

now I don't mind Ray being there for his friends, yk that's nice of him but like, he could've handled that a little different.. I also think this isn't going to be the only time Ray leaves Sand for Mew which is gonna lead to this whole "what-even-are-we-can-you-focus-on-me-for-once"-situation we saw in the trailer

I'm also really intrigued by the history between Top and Sand like how do they know each other?? why do they obviously not like each other?

now, Mew.. I've seen a few people say he's like the evil mastermind behind everything but, no I don't think so, I just think he's less innocent and naiv as he's painted to be like he's not stupid and I could see him playing all nice but if something really pisses him off he'll snap for sure

and last but not least.. the nations meow meow Nick!! now up until ep. 2 I thought he was simply the unfortunate guy that falls for the asshole and gets nothing but pain and suffering in return.. and while I do think that's what's gonna happen he could also very well be the reason that drives the whole friend group apart in the end because my guy is really getting all the tea, he's sleeping with Boston, he lives with Sand who's got something going on with Ray who again, is friends with Boston, he knows Top from Boston's photos and has now been introduced to the rest of the friend group.. Nick could be pulling so many strings if he wanted to but I guess we'll see how that develops

#only friends #this show is giving me brain damage already and we're only 3 episodes in #only friends the series #gmmtv series #bl drama #gmmtv #thai bl #mewtop #sandray

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quirofiliac · 6 months

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vialaviolenza asked: " Just leave me alone. " From Tel

@vialaviolenza: donatella ／ unprompted ／ always accepting.

Whenever Kira sees their braided hair, he wants to fist his whole, entire hand in it and give it one, good yank (and send the back of their head careening into concrete. he wants to hear the crunch -- like hard candy -- of impact and wants to watch as grey matter spits out like projectile vomit.) just to see what'd happen. He wonders what would happen if he didn't let go (and watched them struggle, thin fingers clawing at a wrist that feels none of it.) and dragged them back to his place, tossing a halfway limp body onto fresh carpet, recently vacuumed not once but, rather, three times.

He could recall seeing a flash of blonde every so often (he's always had a thing for, ah... natural blondes...) that subsided into a gradual fade to black, and he's come to recognize it as belonging to a specific person-- the one who's looking him in the eye (eh? what? he's not looking at them?) and "initiated" a confrontation conversation. One hand reached up (he feels them trembling, twitching in place. he needs to--) to carefully fold itself around and over his tie, lightly squeezing and causing it to concave against the pressure. A small swallow's next to occur, blue eyes gazing off towards the sky to pointedly dodge the stare -- they're not glaring at him, were they? -- that's so obviously aimed at him.

And, of course, he's seen them on posters (for some kind of shitty band. whatever. it's not his type.) scattered throughout little Morioh. Whoever their band's graphic designer was (or maybe it was a "at home" sort of job.) knew to focus on them, who he presumed to be the lead singer. That was a common strategy, done to emphasize the "star" of the show to reel in as many new fans as possible. What better way than to show the fresh, young faces of a band's conventionally attractive members?

That's just business.

Obviously, it didn't work on Kira. He was far too busy to humor the thought (walking by their venues was more than enough. it's too loud, too boisterous, too... evocative for him.) of observing. From even a far off distance, he could tell that the intended audience wasn't for him. Which was fine. He didn't need to be included-- it's foolish to assume that "one size fits all" applied to, quite literally, everything.

Nonetheless... it did birth a rather, oddly specific query.

Why did their eyes have to be so intense? There's genuinely no reason whatsoever for it.

All that it's doing is making him want to (jam a finger in each socket, popping them in record time, and hooking to hold them in place.) evacuate as soon as possible. A small cough bubbled in the back of his throat. Its eventual dismissal was punctuated with a singular, cold bead of sweat rolling down the back of his neck.

In all of the posters he's managed to glance at, their stare wasn't this... for lack of better, much. He supposed it made sense, though. A picture could never meet the quality of the actual thing.

Not like that made this whole thing any less awkward, however. If anything, it's only seemed to serve in making it worse.

Lips were pulled into a faint frown, and he could feel the slight clench of his jaw (it takes minuscule effort to keep his forehead as smooth and flat as possible, ensuring it wrinkle and crease-free.) as potential responses were mulled about. His brain sparked in and out of life, almost as if to fidget in place with a pair of poorly scribbled-on arms and hands that severed no other purpose. Both of his legs were as straight as can be but he did shift a bit of weight in place, putting the newfound excess onto his right side.

"Um," he finally spoke aloud, tone gentle and soft (they don't deserve it.) with a put-on waver seeping in through random syllables, "I... I apologize."

What did he even do? Was he following too close-- was he breathing too loud? He couldn't seem to recall what it was that warranted such a response. Eyes blinked, still unsure whether it was appropriate to meet their gaze (why are they still looking at him? stop that!) or if he should continue to restrain himself. Sweat starts to build up on his palm, and it's always an unpleasant feeling.

It does nothing but make him tighten his grip, nearly forgetting that what he's been holding onto for those dragging minutes (it's not even been two minutes. maybe one with a few seconds to spare.) was little more but his own tie. Another swallow's rushed up to the surface and it's quickly shoved aside, morphed into a sharp clearing of the throat.

"I didn't mean to bother you, uh..."

Another go's given to keep up with the conversation, but he's left with nothing but bile tickling his uvula and stomach acid churning itself into a tsunami inside his gut. All of these sudden sensations did lead him to a curious thought (how embarrassing would it be if i threw up-- right here, right now? how easy would it be for me to recover? to escape? would they remember me? probably. ahaha... ah... fuck.) that's swiftly chased away as quick as it had come.

"... I just happened to have noticed that you, ah, dropped something...?"

Only then did his eyes flicker back to meet -- they settle for the tip of their punchable nose -- theirs (and they're STILL looking at him. what the fuck was their problem?) as he's moving to brandish an item of, perhaps, great (or maybe the opposite. they're a celebrity, aren't they? maybe they already have a new one.) importance. Pinched betwixt a duo of middle and index fingers and thumb was a wallet. Kira hadn't dared to open it to parouse its contents but, rather, to put a face to an address name.

As such, the pouch remained largely untouched save for the minor "inconvenience" of the man retrieving it. He had even gone as far as to neatly crease it, to establish to them that he certainly did not open it and, instead, noticed it tumbling out of a pocket or something similar. His grip relinquishes ever so slightly, enticing some of the billfold's surface-level blemishes to fade away in a matter of a seconds. After wards, his arm moved to extend out towards them in order to offer the object.

"S-Sorry," Kira offered one last time, his other hand having since starting to tug and rub at his tie in place. Done mostly to, somehow, placate the rapid beating of his heart, his tone retained its previously dictated softness and insisted on courtesy. "I know you must be busy."

#vialaviolenza #vialaviolenza: donatella romano #＊ 💥 持味：in character.#＊ 💥 返事：answered.#hiiii :-D thank u sm for sending this (im pretty sure its a prompt but i dont know which one as of rn teehee <3) in!!#a proposition: you send in asks for kira to regard accordingly. in exchange i give you kira being a horrible little man.

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