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slut4teyam · 1 year

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Neteyam wanting to breed loaks friend, she's always around and her curves don't help his boner every time he sees her, so one day when loak isn't around he HAS to get her

Make You Mine

(Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan x F!Omaticaya Reader)

minors dni!

Genre: smut, maybe sort of fluff at the end?

Warnings: missionary, doggystyle, breeding king (neteyam), dom!neteyam, blowjob, breast play, body licking, teasing, swearing, p in v, size warning (please tell me if theres any i've missed!)

Backstory: Y/n and the Sully’s two boys, Neteyam and Lo’ak, met during one of the attacks of the sky people. Y/n and Lo’ak connected instantly, as the both of them had snuck out to fight, but Neteyam was very distant because he did not approve of the action and was just there to protect his little brother. As time passed, y/n spent more time with the Sully’s and started to gain feelings for him, and would be flustered with red cheeks every time she was around him, and Neteyam loved it because it turned him on. Every time Neteyam was near y/n, her every action would want to make him put his babies in her.

Neteyam and Reader are aged up to 19+ years old!! (Other characters except for Tuk too! Tuk is 12 here, don't be weird)

“Hi y/n!” Tuk exclaimed as you entered the Sully’s tent with your friend Lo’ak. You and Lo’ak met during one of the sky people’s attacks, and have been close to him and their family ever since. “Hey Tuk, hi guys!” you replied back to everyone, gaining their attention. You noticed that Jake and Neytiri weren’t home, as Kiri looked at you with a smile while Tuk jumped into your arms, making you grab her. Your eyes, however, couldn’t take themselves off of the eldest Sully’s son, Neteyam, who seemed to be ignoring you, completely focused on sharpening his knife.

Ever since getting closer with the Sully’s, you’ve liked Neteyam romantically, though you doubted his feelings of liking you back because he was always somewhat distant towards you, never acting close like Lo’ak. ‘Maybe he likes another girl?’ Your eyebrows furrowed at the thought as you placed Tuk back on the floor, sitting in front of Kiri with Lo’ak next to you. “What’s the matter y/n? You seemed bothered.” Kiri asked, with a genuine tone and face. Your expression turned optimistic once again after the realization of your thoughts being displayed on your face, “Oh nothing, probably just some random thought I’m overthinking” you chuckle, as Kiri’s expression eases.

“Nah don’t lie y/n, I know first hand damn well you’ve been stressed about finding a mate.” Lo’ak playfully slaps your arm with his hand, chuckling when you hiss at him. It was true, you had been thinking about finding a mate recently. You were of age, and even though the only male you ever wanted to mate with was Neteyam, you doubted he liked you back, which got you a bit impatient as you wanted to know. What you didn’t notice, which could’ve been a sign as to what Neteyam felt, was that his ears perked up and eyes turned towards you when his younger brother mentioned the word mate.

Neteyam knew he was acting distant from you, and that you probably didn’t like him because of it. However, he also knew that his only reason for the act was because you got him so damn hard every time you were near him. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when everything started, all he knew was that whenever your precious little body; curvy hips, big breasts, plump ass, was around him, he wanted to put his babies in you. Eywa, did it turn him on just thinking about you with a round belly, carrying the future mighty warriors of his clan. He turned his gaze back to the knife he was sharpening, while all the blood in his body flew to below his lower stomach with the thought of you pregnant.

Tuk chuckled at Lo’aks comment, as Kiri leaned in to hold your hands. “Aww, y/n, it’s completely okay. You will find the man perfect to be your mate soon enough, everyone does.” She said sympathetically. You smiled at her comfort, feeling better about the situation. On the other hand, Neteyams jaw clenched at the thought of you with another man. Another man touching you instead of him, touching your curves, your beautiful hair, another man getting you pregnant, it made him mad. He was all you could ever want and deserve, a warrior who was the son of the Olo’eyktan. You didn’t need any other man touching you, he had to make you his eventually.

After some silence, Tuk spoke up with a sarcastic frown on her face, “Kiri weren’t you supposed to drop me off with mom and go to grandma for herbal things?” Kiri panicked and began to stand up at her little sisters reminder. “Shoot! I completely forgot, mom is going to tour Tuk with her ikran and grandmother promised to give me extra herbal teaching! Excuse us please, y/n!” Kiri said while packing her things, leaving for the door soon after as Tuk follows. You chuckle, “Bye y/n!” Tuk exclaims as you wave at her. “I gotta leave too” Lo’ak says while standing up, which makes Neteyam gulp. If you and him were left alone, he didn’t know how he’d be able to control his ongoing boner.

“To where?” Neteyam asks his brother, eyeing him suspiciously. Lo’ak heads to the entrance/exit before adding, “dad said he’d help teach me guns better, why you jealous?” while chuckling. Neteyam tilted his head and watched you through his eyebrows as you said bye to Lo’ak as he left. Turning your gaze to the eldest son of the Sully's after your goodbye, you quickly looked down after noticing his hard gaze on you.

“Aren’t you leaving?” Neteyam finally asked after seconds of silence, making you turn your eyes back at him. Realizing he was focusing on sharpening his knife again, you reply “I-I mean I can if you want me to”, thinking he didn’t want you there. He stops his knife work momentarily, before replying in a mumble, thinking you wouldn’t be able to comprehend the sentence "Leave if you don't want my babies in you"

Heat like you've never experienced before rises up to your cheeks, as well as in between your thighs, while you gulp at his sudden sentence. You clench your thighs together before looking away. "What do you mean N-Neteyam?" you ask, acting like you don't know what he's talking about. "Fuck, don't stutter my name like that," he grunts while standing up, walking closer to you. You fall onto your hands behind, and bend your legs, never unclenching your thighs, as he sits down on his feet in front of you, placing his right hand on your left ankle.

"You know, y/n, you turn me on. So much." he breathes out the last sentence, making eye contact with you as he rubs your ankle. Caught unexpected by the dirty behavior of the man you've adored but didn't expect the feeling to be returned, your only response to his sentence was the sound of your heartbeat, beating louder every touch he placed on your ankle. "Tell me, do I turn you on?" he asks, slowly sliding his hand from your ankle to your upper calf, now rubbing that area. You nod your head obnoxiously, watching his every move, trying to resist the throbbing in between your thighs.

He smirks at your response, and with one swift move, pushes both of your knees down onto the floor, and places himself on top of you, hands next to your neck. Fuck, his hands. His long fingers, which led to his oh so veiny hands, which led to his muscly arms, flexing to hold his body on top of you. He leaned in, bringing his face closer to yours. You threw your head back, not being able to stand the tension his body heat was radiating. "No, look at me" he whispered in a raspy voice, taking his left hand to your chin, and pulling your face back down, forcing you into eye contact. His eyes were so beautiful, especially when they were filled with lust. Eywa did it make him hotter.

He got closer to your face, holding it stable with the hand still on your chin this time. You gulped, looking down at his lips. "Good girl" he breathed out, directing his gaze from your eyes to your lips, and then back up again. He slid down the hand he had on your chin to your neck, slowly continuing from between your breasts, and then to your stomach, before finally stopping on your right thigh, placing his hand in between your clenched inner thighs. Your back arched at his touch, which made his already hard on grow bigger. Eywa, he wanted you so bad. He wanted to plunge into you so hard that you'd definitely be pregnant when he stopped fucking you.

With a harsh movement, he flung open your thighs and aligned his face in between, kissing your inner thighs, getting closer to your core with every kiss. You bit your lower lip, and threw your head back, leading your hands to hold him by the hair and pull him into your wet cunt. He smirked as he gave your inner thigh one last kiss, before placing his tongue onto your lower stomach, slowly licking up towards your breasts. Your breathing hitched, and your stomach felt fuzzly at his wet touch. He had completely ignored your aching womanhood, he was teasing you. Neteyam on the other hand, never took his eyes off of you, watching your every squirm, every movement, as he touched you. He stopped when he came into contact with your top cloth, and placed himself to align his face with yours once again. "So, do you wanna leave?" he asked, smirking as he already knew the answer.

"Stop teasing me Neteyam, you already know I want you to fuck me" you replied to his question, not expecting the words that came out of your mouth along with the confident tone. His eyes widened, not expecting your words either, but a smirk crawled up his face soon after, as he got off of you and began to untie his loincloth. You got up on your elbows, biting your lower lip as you watched the cloth getting looser. Leading your hands to your top cloth, you untied it at the same time Neteyam's loincloth fell off, your eyes widening at his sight.

Both of you were staring at each others now bare skin, as Neteyams breathing got heavier. You gulped at his size, it was already dripping with pre-cum. Looking back at his face, you saw he was licking his lips, the lips you had always wanted to kiss so badly. And just with that though, Neteyam grabbed your neck with his right hand, and pulled you into an aggressive kiss. You fell onto your hands in front of you (quite literally a doggystyle), facing up to kiss him as he held onto your neck. He was kissing all over your upper lip, aggressively licking and sucking on it, and your efforts of kissing his lower lip looked weak compared to his kiss. A moan left your lips as he plunged his tongue into your mouth, and you didn't even want to fight for dominance because all you wanted was for him to dominate over you.

A string of saliva remained to connect your mouths after pulling away to breathe, but you quickly took the opportunity to adjust yourself in between the knees he was sitting on, and with a quick smirk, you placed your mouth on his tip, licking it all over. "Fuck" he breathed out, as his eyes rolled back along with his head. Little by little, you started taking all of him in your mouth, sucking on his length and licking his tip. "You're taking me in so good pretty girl" Neteyam looked down at you concentrating on making him feel good, as his mouth opened wide as the sensation of reaching his climax. "You're doing so good pretty girl, fuck" He grabbed your hair gently with his right hand, weak from what you're doing to him, and started bobbing your head harder on himself.

"Fuckk" Neteyam whispered out, biting his lower lip as he came into your mouth. You separated your full mouth from his cock, and swallowed his whole without breaking eye contact with him, and that was what made Neteyam snap. He pushed you onto your back by your shoulders, as his hands went to untie your loincloth right after. You placed your hands on your breasts, feeling your heavy breathing and back arching at his dominating aura. He was losing his control over you, and that gave you confidence that you could've gained no other way. He threw the cloth away immediately after it was off, taking in your naked body in front of him as he gave himself a couple of strokes.

Neteyam adjusted himself in front of you entrance, and without another word, slammed right into you, getting a scream like moan out of your mouth. He was pounding into you. Hard. You continued to scream out voices of pleasure, which was like music to Neteyams ears. He couldn’t care less about who was there to hear, all he cared about was that he was making you create such beautiful noises. You held onto both of his muscly arms placed next to your waist with your hands, which led him to fully placing himself on top of you once again. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll be carrying my babies" he said in a raspy and breathy voice, before lowering his face to your breasts and taking the right one in his mouth, sucking all over it.

He loved your tits so much, they’d be swollen soon along with your pregnant belly. The thought turned him on even more, which led him into thrusting into you harder. "Neteyam!" you screamed out at his speed increasing, as he started licking all over your other breast. He was going to make you his, by putting his babies in you and claiming you as his woman. He had to do it, he had to raise babies as beautiful as you and as mighty of a warrior as him. Leaving your breasts with a string of saliva attached, he slammed his lips onto your moaning pair, kissing you so passionately. Even though you were having sex, the kiss felt nothing sexual. It felt passionate, filled with love, with protection over each other.

He pulled away soon after, placing his head at the crook of your neck while continuously fucking you reckless. His right hand was now placed on your hip, and the left on your waist, as your hands went to fumble with his braided hair. "Don't stop 'teyam" you moaned out as you felt your climax reaching, and that's when he pulled himself back up from your body and turned you around and onto your hands and knees, still inside you. Without even being able to look back at him, he continued thrusting, holding you by the hips. He watched himself go in and out of you, as the ass he's been getting hard off of for so long was bouncing on his dick.

Neteyam slid his hands to your waist, pulling you up, making your back touch his toned torso. You threw your head back onto his right shoulder, as he kissed your neck, holding you by the waist. "You wanna carry my babies?" he asked you, grunting into your neck. "Mhm.." you managed to moan out, too overstimulated by his touch to reply properly. His arms wrapped tighter around your body, "You wanna be my woman?" he asked once again, continuously kissing your neck. "Mhm!" you managed to moan out louder this time, but that wasn't a satisfactory answer for Neteyam.

"You wanna be the mother of my children?" he asked louder this time, thrusting into you faster. "Fuck yes! I want your babies!" you managed to scream out, your already closed eyes rolling back into your head. "Good girl, fuck, you'll be such a good mother" Neteyam breathed out, getting closer to his most desired climax. You, on the other hand, were moments away from snapping the formed knot in your lower stomach.

"I'm gonna cum, yeah right there Neteyam!" you said, desperate to reach the orgasm the man you love brought to you. After a couple of more speedy thrusts, you released all over his cock, feeling all of the pleasure filling your body. The man behind you was still going, fast, but you could tell he was close as his thrusts were getting sloppier. "Fuck I'm coming" he said in a raspy voice as he released deep inside of you, while thrusting a couple of more times to ride out both of your highs.

He pulled out of you shortly after, gently holding you by the waist to help you lay down on your back, as he stood up and went to gather some cloth and water to clean the both of you up. Meanwhile, you gathered the pieces of tossed clothing and place them by your side. Neteyam came back with the materials, as he sat down beside you, prioritizing cleaning you up before himself. After some silence, which was filled with you in awe of Neteyam's gentleness, he speaks up "You've been stressed about finding a mate?" he asks, not making eye contact with you. "Yeah, but I don't need to stress about it anymore. I've already chosen." you reply to his question, making him look up at you with a soft smile, which you returned.

"I'll take care of you, y/n. I'll protect you, I'll be gentle with you, I'll do anything for you. We can create a family, it's all I've ever wanted." He speaks, making you tear up at his words. 'Eywa, I'm so stupid' you thought to yourself, but you couldn't control the happy tears rolling down your face. All you've ever needed from Neteyam was reassurance, that he'd want to be your mate, that he would take care of you, and receiving that affection from him made you emotional. He placed his right hand on your cheek, rubbing it before kissing you affectionately and passionately.

You and Neteyam both held onto your braids containing your queues after pulling away from the kiss, bringing them in front of you. Neteyam looks at you, as you bring your gaze to his eyes, slowly combining the queues together. His pupils dilate as you close your eyes, gasping at the feeling of your emotions combining. Neteyam pulls you in for another short but sweet kiss, placing both of his hands on your cheeks, while you place yours on his shoulders. You remain with your foreheads touching after the kiss, still trying to comprehend the emotions.

"I see you, ma'teyam" you whisper, smiling softly.

"I see you, my woman" he whispers back, returning your smile.

GUESS WHOS BACK

i fr took a 1 month break without telling anyone 😭 IM SO SORRY

im back now and ill try to be more active, i already have another neteyam request halfway done so that will be out soon

im trying to get on every request you guys are sending in, tysm for your support on my other fics <333 you guys are all so sweet and it means the world to me 😭

also not me fr forgetting to add warnings until after publishing 💀 different breed fr

anyways, enjoyyyy

until next time,

-dero

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changbinisms · 7 months

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Two Sides of the Same Coin - Choi Jongho x reader

Summary: Jongho had always been an enigma, holding most people at an arm's length, and you even further. What if there's a reason behind that?

wc: 1,797

non-idol au / office worker au

contains: minor angst?, jealousy, confusion over feelings, y/n is in denial, probably out of character Jongho, implications of alcohol, not proof read

[a/n: it's been a long, long time since I've posted a fic, and even longer since I wrote one, so I'm a little rusty. I'm not 100% happy with it but if I went back and reread it I'd probably talk myself out of it, so hopefully someone enjoys this.]

Few people had the pleasure of being in the company of Choi Jongho, and even fewer had the pleasure of having him enjoy the company too.

He always held the same stony-faced expression on his face, unless of course, he was in the company of his friend group. Then he could always be seen with a smile on his face, laughter leaving his plump lips, and his round eyes crinkled in delight.

That’s not to say that he was stuck up or rude, he just felt most comfortable around his friends, rather than the people that he only really saw in passing.

Unfortunately, you seemed to be stuck in some limbo in between. Not a stranger yet not quite a friend. You got on well with the rest of the group, some could say that you were friends. However, Jongho always seemed to hold you at an arm’s length. Which was a shame really since you had been quite enamoured with the man since you had started working at Aurora & Co. Media.

When it came to interacting with you, he always seemed to go quieter and developed a habit of mumbling. Some could say he had a crush on you but who could be sure? You hadn’t had enough interactions with him to know what he was like around people that he’d taken a fancy to, hell, you didn’t even know if he was interested in people at all.

~~~~

The day seemed to drag in, almost as if it knew that you longed for the comfort of your cosy little flat, and the series that you had halfway binged into the early hours of the morning.

Staring at the clock in hopes of it making time pass faster clearly wasn’t cutting it anymore. Your day was almost done, and you’d ran out of work to do to fill in the gap between the start of your shift and the end of your shift.

Almost like a knight in shining armour, your view of the clock is obscured by Hongjoong’s lithe frame.

“Now correct me if I’m wrong, but I can count on you to turn up to the Halloween party, right?” his eyes almost pleading with you “half of the guys can’t give a straight answer on if they’re going, Hwa said he’s not going after the chaos at the last work party, and San and Wooyoung are going to be insufferable on their own,”

“Joong,” you chuckled at his distress, “you know I would never let you suffer through those two on your own,”

He physically relaxed at your answer, before a cheeky smile crept its way onto his face; “good - because Jongho is actually going to this one,”

And there it was… the “some” that could say he had a crush on you. Maybe Hongjoong had more of an insight into Jongho’s thoughts and feelings since he was in his inner circle, but you couldn’t quite work out what he stood to gain from telling you about a crush that may or may not even exist.

You let out a sigh.

“Hongjo-“

“don’t even try to hide that you’re happy about that, y/n” he cut you off, “we can all see the hearteyes you send him,”

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, you fiend,” you hiss back, taking another peek at the clock, “oh would you look at that! My shift’s over! Bye!”

You quickly grab your phone, bag, and cardigan, and head to the cloakroom to collect your jacket and escape this conversation.

Unfortunately Hongjoong follows you, seemingly undeterred by your efforts to elude him.

~~~~

Despite your insistence that you were indifferent to the news that Jongho would be there, you found yourself panic-shopping online to find something that would somehow be both attractive and comfortable – there’s no way you can wear the pink, fluffy bunny costume you wore the year before, which was the product of an ill timed, dumb bet that you lost.

If anyone were to asl, you’d just tell them you were trying to rebuild your costume reputation. No one would know that it was actually an attempt to look good in front of Jongho.

Not that you wanted to look good in front of Jongho of course…

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Before you knew it, the end of October was upon you and you found yourself in the back seat of a taxi, wedged in between a (slightly) giddy San, and a (most definitely) tipsy Wooyoung on your way to the venue that your team leads at Aurora & Co. had booked for the party.

You prayed to whatever deity was out there to speed up the journey as there was only so much elbowing you could take from them (“oh come on! You totally imagine what it’s like to kiss him” “We finally won’t have to witness you both pining over each other anymore”) while Hongjoong sat in the front trying to contain his giggles.

Promise be damned, you were abandoning him at the first chance you get.

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Finally arriving at the venue, practically shoving San out the way to get out the taxi, you make your way into the venue, taking in the sight before you.

Twinkle lights adorned the high ceilings and gave the room a subtle ambience. True to typical fashion, your eyes immediately find Jongho, who had come dressed as a vampire complete with shirt, waistcoat, suit trousers and a typical gothic cape, with what you would assume to be droplets of fake blood trailing down his chin and almost trailing onto his neck.

Almost has if he could sense that you had arrived, he was already looking at you or, most likely, in your general direction (you did arrive with three out of seven of his friends), his conversation with Yeosang, the (at first) quiet man with a cheeky streak, seemingly forgotten.

The intensity of his stare proved too much for you, quickly averting your eyes with a light blush making its way across your cheeks.

Thankfully, you’re saved by your absolute favourite people to work with: Jeon Soyeon and, her equally devilish partner in crime, Kim Seungmin. Most people would assume that their personalites would clash, what with Soyeon having little time for shit-stirrers and Seungmin being the biggest shit-stirrer in the office, but it came as a surprise when they met and struck up what is possibly the funniest friend duo.

“Well look who decided to show up actually looking decent this Halloween!” Seungmin laughed, smile stretching across his face exposing his pearly whites. Beside him, Soyeon tittered and affectionately rolled her eyes. You wonder just how many times she had heard him say similar things before you arrived.

“Minnie, you know fine well that I rocked that bunny suit,” you fired back “much better than whatever the hell you’re wearing right now”.

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True to office fashion, the party only took off from there. You had long since lost track of Hongjoong, San and Wooyoung, and more importantly, Jongho. You didn’t need the ribbing that you would get from your friends for so much as glancing anywhere he was stood.

Coming out from the restroom, the drinks that you’d had finally taking a toll on your bladder and took advantage of the large mirrors to touch up your appearance, you turn down the hall to head back to the main room and bump into someone. A someone sporting suit trousers, waistcoat and typically gothic cape…

“Jongho… hey!” you awkwardly state, “glad to see you came, I thought it was just rumours that you were coming,”

He seemed to not know what to reply with as he looked at you, mouth slightly agape. You suppose that’s on brand for him, at least he’s looking you in the eye.

“uhhh… anyway,” you sidestep around him, the awkwardness starting to seep into your bones “I was just on my way back, I’ll see you in there, I guess,”

You go to continue your walk back to the festivities when a hand around your forearm stops you in your tracks.

“wait,” he breathes out before continue, “I wanted to talk to you,”

“sure… what do you want to talk to me about?”

“I-“ he started.

You waited for him to continue but the silence only extended into even more awkward territory, the minutes stretching on and on. Feeling the need to get out of the situation before you started spewing absolute nonsense in an attempt to fill the gap.

You step away from him with a quiet “Soyeon and Seungmin must be wondering where I am, I’ll catch you la-“

Your words are interrupted with a short “what do I need to do to get your attention?” You’re stunned into silence, which Jongho takes advantage of by continuing, “Why does everyone in the office get your attention easily, but you can’t give me a sideways glance? What do I have to do? What do I have to do to get you to like me?”

His short monologue must have caused your brain to short circuit, the words with a hint of jealousy must have flipped some switch in your brain, as you responded with an “is that what you think? You think I don’t like you? If anything, I thought you didn’t like me, you very rarely actually look at me never mind talk to me,”

Jongho seemed perplexed at your words before letting out a “because I can’t. I can’t look at you without getting my words and thoughts all mixed up. I thought if I had a drink or two, I might have been able to work up the courage to talk to you and I messed that up,”

You didn’t know what to say, would anyone know what to say in this situation if they were put on the stop this way? You couldn’t organise your thoughts, your brain processing both nothing and everything at the same time.

So, you did the only thing you could make out in the chaos of your brain. You stepped closer to him and placed your hands lightly on his shoulders and closed the gap.

Your lips pressing to his, relishing in his soft ones. He didn’t respond, his posture stiff causing you to regret your actions. Maybe you misinterpreted what he said, maybe he was wanting closure and nothing else.

Your thoughts finally got the better of you and you start to pulling away, ready to gush excuses and find the nearest exit so you could make your escape and think out how you’re going to get out of this one on Monday, when his body starts to catch up with his brain, and he does something you didn’t think he would.

He kisses you back.

~*~*~*~

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shiny-jr · 2 years

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I feel like your headcanons about the reader not wanting to become royalty when involved with the rich and famous characters from Twst could apply to Vil, at least in terms of fame.

As much as I love Vil, I feel like getting married to him would be death sentence when he’s a popular celebrity. Time and time again, I’ve seen girlfriends of famous men get torn apart by the media. Could I request headcount of those?

Warning: Yandere. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Vil Schoenheit.

Summary: There was already enough to worry about with adjusting to this new world. You didn’t need the son of a high member of society confessing their love and in the process wanting you to stay with him, meaning you would never return to your home world.

Note: In a mood to write for Vil, especially after this. Anon, I saw this request earlier but I never got the chance to answer because of everything going on with the 2,000 follower special and all but now I do have time. I've actually wanted to write for this ever since I saw it. Anyways, you're completely right, anon. I think that's why some celebrities who don't date other celebrities prefer to keep their love life private and such. I've seen way too much drama about celebrity dating. For this post I think Vil will probably be leaning more towards soft yan. Oh, and I have done this concepts with other characters (namely Leona, Kalim, and Malleus), here.

When you were suddenly dropped into the world of Twisted Wonderland, you had enough to worry about with just surviving and getting through the courses of the magic school known as Night Raven College. Now, although things have gotten easier as time went by, you still have a lot on your plate, with the goal above all was to return home. However, what you didn’t need to top it off was the son of a high member of society who wants you to stay.

Wow, would you look at that. You managed to get a beloved star actor, top-rated model, and amazing singer renowned throughout the globe, to fall for you. This was more of a problem than a feat, wasn't it?

At first you failed to notice his sly attempts to gain your attention by making himself even more dazzling if that were even possible and fretting over your health much more often. Smiling softly and batting his eyelashes at you, tracing his finger along your hairline or jaw, very gently chastising you over what you eat or the inadequate amount of hours you slept. Your suspicions about his true feelings are basically confirmed upon noticing the way he lovingly gazes down at you every so often.

One thing brought you relief, and it seemed to be the fact that Vil wanted you to confess to him first. That obviously wasn’t going to happen, as you could not see yourself being comfortable in a relationship with him. However, with every passing day, his patience dwindled thin as he waited and waited for you to confess that you loved him as much as he loved you. He knew you noticed his cues and signs by now, but still nothing, so his hand was forced to confront you and lead him to confess to you.

“All alone, my pet~?”

You jumped at the sudden voice from the curved handrail of the stairs. Originally you had chosen one of the most secluded stairways by a nice large open window where you could be unbothered–– too bad Vil had found you.

Upon seeing your surprise, it only drew a warm chuckle of amusement out of him as he slotted himself across from you on the windowsill. The sunlight from the window really highlighted his features. Wait... was he wearing your favorite color eyeshadow and that lipstick shade you mentioned liking once? Both looked good on him, but it seemed like another move to gain your favor...

“Yes...” You hesitantly answered, but the answer was obvious enough considering you were the only two people in the stairway. Slowly closing your magic history textbook, you focused your attention on him.

Vil took the book from you, carefully placing it away as he maintained eye contact. Oh, he was good, he knew what he was doing. After all, he’d been in his fair share of romance media, he knew every smooth move and cliche to make one swoon, exactly by the book. However, despite his suave actions and calm smile, he spoke seriously, “There’s no need to be nervous. I just wanted to speak to you in private about serious matters, about us.”

Oh, he must’ve noticed you were a little apprehensive and tense, dreading what words would come out of his mouth next.

He continued to gaze at you, taking your hands in his as he spoke soft enough not to fuel a spike of anxiety but loud enough to be heard clearly. Those amethyst eyes looked down at you, studying you intensely, watching your every little move. “I’m certain you’ve noticed it by now, so you know what I’m about to tell you, don’t you?”

Yup, there it was. What you dreaded the most finally came true. It seemed he had enough waiting and decided to make the first move. You always knew what the answer would be, and you hated to do this to him but it had to be said and done. You replied with rejection, watching as sorrow filled his eyes and his smile dropped.

I’m sorry, Vil... With those simple words, he knew what you meant. And it crushed part of him. Vil was in disbelief. This had to be some sort of nightmare from a sleeping curse–– it had to be.

How could you reject him? After he cared for you, admired you, utterly adored you, loved you wholly–– Yes, you liked him, but only as a friend. It was a bit overwhelming to be the center of his affections. Not to mention that he could become very determined and downright fixated, obsessed even, when he had a goal in mind. And his goal was to win over your love.

Well, you can also imagine the stress that would come when dating a celebrity, especially with someone as beloved and famous as Vil Schoenheit. There was the media and news itching to stick their nose into everyone’s business as they fabricated lies and stories, there was the gossiping masses of people, there were other celebrities that would have expected Vil to choose someone... better to say the least, and not to mention the rabid fans. The types of fans that made fancams, the ones that would tear you down and insult you on their posts, and make threats you may receive in direct messages for even breathing the same air as Vil. The beautiful man literally had millions of fans, most of which may end up disliking–– or hating you just for catching the attention of the star. Even if dating in secret was possible, it would never last. Whether you wanted to or not, whether you were prepared or not, the public would find out eventually. It may be accidental or on purpose, but once the news got out, you’d be shoved into the spotlight.

I––I see... Oh, he wanted to be angry. Part of him was enraged by the rejection, absolutely offended, but the other part of him recalled you... No matter what, he couldn’t be angry at you. Instead, he began to redirect that rage at himself. Of course–– he wasn’t perfect enough yet! He made the mistake of offering himself far too early, before he was even good enough yet. As mentioned before, when Vil sets his sights on something, he lets nothing stand in his way. Absolutely nothing. This is no different. He will continue to improve himself until he is closer to perfection, until you will accept him and his feelings.

#twisted wonderland #twst writing #twst #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #vil schoenheit #twst vil #yandere vil schoenheit #soft yan vil

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knullanon · 2 years

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REDO: Symbiotes being assholes

ok so I noticed a few of you guys wanted a part 4 to that symbiote series, the one that ended off with Anti-Venom getting reader, and another for the one of playing uno with toxin. but after reading both, I realized I cannot just let them be written like that. I think I've become a better writer since then, and tbf it's almost been like. 2 years since then. so I've decided to re-write both of them! probably next week will either be another of this series or of the toxin one, but either way I wanted to give another chance at them because they bring so many happy memories but also. I can't stand to read the things I used to write lol. so here's the first part to the symbiotes being assholes series, but a re-written version!

summary: after eddie takes you from your comfortable life with your family, you can say that you absolutely hate him and his stupid symbiote. but after a realization, you begin to think that your original decision was wrong.

words: 4286

warnings: talk of murder, kidnapping, stolkhome syndrome, cussing, lmk if I missed any!

The walls were an ugly tan, it was uglier than your own room when you left it. The ceiling was one of those popcorn ceilings, the windows were somehow tinted brown, and the floorboards creaked whenever you stepped somewhere in your room.

You hated it. You wanted to say you disliked it, as negativity was everywhere in this apartment, but you hated it. You hated the smell, you hated the look, even the damn traffic outside.

And you certainly hated the man who brought you here.

Eddie Brock, he was a reporter and journalist on certain violent crimes, however, after losing his job when he went snooping somewhere he definitely wasn’t supposed to, he has had to resort to his own jobs, and finding different opportunities himself.

And most importantly, you hated him. He left you in the apartment for hours on end, with nothing to do, besides maybe turn on the TV, and watch the same channels over and over again.

The only thing that kept you sane in this hole they called an “apartment” was, surprisingly, his books. He had tons, and tons of books. Mostly collectors or true crime books. You didn’t really care for them before, but they’ve gained a new appreciation from you.

Everyday, you would read the books, sometimes switching in between different ones, and trying to figure out the pieces yourself, even if the answer was given to you.

Other times, you would feel a little dumb when you read them, as you couldn’t figure it out within the first few chapters. It was hard for you to not just flip to the ending of it and read those pages with those books.

Whenever he left, you would grab one or two, and hide yourself in your room. Sometimes, if the day was less cloudy than usual, you would sit in front of the living room couch and read them there.

Going through the pages, reading every word, plot twist, and analyzing every character. With your favorites, you would re-imagine the stories with yourself in them. You would begin to think you’re crazy sometimes, thinking like this.

But you didn’t care. You had long learned that no one was in your mind, reading your thoughts. It was just you. Alone.

Sometimes you would stare outside, through the dirty window, and wonder to yourself what would you do if you got the opportunity to go outside again. You could go downtown, there was that little cafe you and your friends would visit. There was the city park, while dirty, you remember what the grass felt like when you would run around barefoot. Oh, and the movies! Your family liked to watch any latest movie, as it was a fun outing for all of you.

And then, it would get too overwhelming. Those nights always made you cry.

Of course, you would never tell him. Or Venom. Besides, even if you did, they were always out. With some exceptions, they would leave around noon and come back at 8 or 9 in the evening.

This was also the reason why they would be present for the first few hours you would be awake. Everyday with them was almost a routine. They would gently wake you up, let you get dressed, eat your breakfast that they made for you, brush your teeth and hair, and then you would be with them until they left.

Sometimes they would just talk absently to you, like they didn’t expect you to answer. Other times, they would ask you questions about what you wanted, what you liked, and just try to have basic conversations.

Of course, you never really participated. At least, you tried not to. Your spite and anger were stronger than your fear, and you would glare at them whenever they tried to talk to you.

They would keep trying, however. Every day was a new topic, or sometimes they would bring up a previous talk to try and engage you. However, nothing was as bad as when they decided to get physical.

While you were relieved their anger wasn’t as present as yours (if they even had any towards you), they would force you to cuddle with them. Even if you tried to push away, you realized that fighting against a big man with a bigger alien was not a good idea. So, you would just let them sit there and hold you, never letting go.

Eventually, they would let go, and you would try not to show how eager you were to get out of their hold.

You remember one time, it was late at night, and they had had a bad day. Something about some weird guy making them mad, if you recalled. They had just grabbed you and hugged you on the couch.

While you were uncomfortable at first, you started to feel yourself relax for the first time since you were taken. You felt your shoulders drop, your jaw unclenched. It almost felt like going into a warm bath on a chilly night. It was… pleasant.

You had closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep when you heard their small chuckle. Your eyes never shot open as quickly as then, and yet, you found yourself wanting to go back to sleep.

Unbelievable! You screamed to yourself, trying to rationalize with yourself: this isn’t right.

But unfortunately, you didn’t win that night. You had told yourself, it’s only one night, it won’t kill me, even as your morality was sitting in the back of your mind, even as it was screaming at you to get up and go, you didn’t listen.

It was too comfortable, it was too cozy, you didn’t want to leave. The thought hit you before you went to sleep.

You didn’t want to leave.

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The first slap in the face was the fact that you stopped checking the date every day. It was just something you remembered, before you realized why it was so important.

How long has it been? 3 months? 4? You tried to remember the date you were taken. It was a Wednesday, right? Or was it a Thursday?

Eddie had started to let you watch the TV with him. Mainly just news channels, as he would give a basic summary of what he would have to do that day. This morning, he had made you eggs and hashbrowns. He had apologized for the little amount of food he had, as he still had to go to the store. You had a little laugh to yourself, “I don’t really care, your food usually tastes good.”

He gave you a small smile, “Well, so long as Venom doesn’t cook anything.”

“I make great food! I don’t even need this food, I can eat both of you!”

You and Eddie laughed with each other, before he gave you his mini summary of what his day was going to be.

“... so apparently, they think her mom is behind all of it, but they aren’t sure.”

“Hasn’t she been found, though?”

“Yes, but apparently the whole time they kept her in a sealed room and when they would enter, they would wear masks over their face.”

“Damn. That doesn’t sound easy to find out.”

Eddie was trying to find his sweater, and you had opted to help him find it. The bedroom, living room, even the bathroom, you couldn’t find it.

“Well, it might be easier to figure out than finding my damn jacket.” You had given him a small chuckle, before Venom suddenly jumped in. “I can be the sweater!”

Before either of you could respond, he wrapped himself onto Eddie, giving him an almost jet black jacket, the same as his other one. Just, of course, this time it was Venom.

Eddie walked back to the kitchen, before returning, this time with his little bag he carried his stuff in.

“I’m gonna be a little late today, they all live in the upper state. Hopefully, since I’m leaving early, I’ll be earlier than expected, but we still have leftovers from yesterday's dinner, too.”

You picked up your plate, and went to grab his. “Don’t worry, I won’t starve.”

“Good. If you wanted me too, I could grab something from the way home?”

You thought about the idea of your favorite takeout, your mouth watering at the image in your mind. “That would be great, actually. Thank you.”

He unlocked the front door, before he turned to meet your eye. “Remember, late day today. I’ll be back this evening, though.”

And with that he closed the door.

You brought the plates and dishes to the sink, cleaning off any little bits left, and then set them out to dry on the little rack you had on the counter.

When putting down the last plate, you realized that that was probably the most you’ve ever talked with them. You also realized you weren’t angry at all towards him.

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Every day you were becoming more and more compliant with your situation. You were hiding it, almost as good as your sadness from the nights you would think about the outside. Actually, you hadn’t even wondered about your family for a while. Or your friends, or your favorite places.

And it was starting to scare you. Really scare you.

You had tried to make yourself wonder about your previous life, but then, all the negatives popped up. The work of school, your own actual work you would attend, your doubts in your friends' trust.

It was weird for you to think about. Every time you wandered back to those memories, something negative would pop up. Even when you thought of the more positive memories. The cafe you remembered when your friends forgot about the meetup and didn’t even show up. The park has always been dirty, you just didn’t remember it. And the movies were really only for your parents, never to take into consideration on what you wanted.

You tried to go back to when you hated the place, to when you would cry yourself to sleep and wonder if you were ever able to leave.

It was harder and harder to go back to that mindset.

Today was another day you just decided to go with it. You were too tired to fight against your exhaustion of wondering what you should feel, so you would just act normally in front of them.

Today was another early-late day for him.

“This time, I don’t think I’ll be able to get anything from a restaurant, sorry.”

“That’s fine with me, I think I can make dinner myself tonight. How about stir fry?”

He walked past you, putting on his shoes at the door. “That sounds great. You can make it early, I can just reheat it.”

You smiled, gathering up the dishes you had left on the table.

“Oh, hey, by the way.”

You stopped and looked at him. “You haven’t had anyone come to knock on the doors lately, right?”

You shook your head, “No, the last time someone knocked on the door was around 3 weeks ago? Can’t remember.”

He hummed, “Well, if someone does, and you can’t see anyone through the viewport, don’t answer the door.”

Laughing, you put the glasses in the sink. “What, is some serial killer going to knock on the door waiting for me to answer?”

There wasn’t anything from the doorway. You turned around, confused, only to almost jump. His face was worried. Like he had just seen a ghost.

“Don’t answer the door. In fact, don’t even make a noise if someone does.”

Your heart started to quicken, not only from what he was saying, but also because of the sudden switch in mood.

“Oh… ok.” You awkwardly shuffled around, trying to get the rest of the plates without meeting his gaze.

“Alright.” he sighed, turning back to the door. “I’ll be back this evening. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” the door closed and you could hear the lock turning, before you heard his footsteps towards the stairs.

Walking back to the living room, you decided to yourself the dishes could wait. You wanted a nap. You absentmindedly thought of what he said. Why was he so worried about the knocking? Was there a news story that scared him? He had told you sometimes, with stories that were too graphic, he would wonder about if someone like that was going to go after him or you.

Well, he seemed alright when you both said bye-

You said you loved him.

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That afternoon, instead of doing anything you were planning on doing, you had a mini mental talk with yourself.

You had to decide what you wanted. No, you had to decide if you wanted this or your old life back. This was getting out of hand.

First, you let yourself relax around them, then you started being friendly with them, and now you're acting just as they want you to: to be a good kid who does what they're told and doesn’t make a fuss.

You even said you loved him! Like a real family…

Did you want that? No. No, not at all. You wanted your old family, your old friends. But, this was so much more comfortable. I mean, no job, no worries, you used to think about all the worries you would have when you graduated your college, now the most you worry about is what you will have for food that night!

Is it that bad? The thoughts in your head clashed together, and you soon realized that it had been a few hours since they left. 6:04. Had you really been thinking about it this long?

You wanted to tell yourself you’d get over it, that it was going to just pass, but the more thoughts rushed into your head. This is not something that can just pass as easily as a test, this has to be a conscious decision.

But you couldn’t do it. You realized you had far too many indecisive thoughts and feelings at that moment. Everything you had been thinking about was solely based on your situation. You turned on the TV to try and get some static, barely listening to the reporter, who was spouting off some weather reports for the next day.

“-and breaking from Michelle here, we have more info on the Midtown Murders.”

What?

Turning up the volume, you listened. “Well, police haven’t said who their suspect is, but they believe that whoever is responsible is still loose. Reports say that the killer walks around the evenings from 6 in the evening all the way to 5 in the morning. I mean, really, can all we do is wait for them to kill us all?”

“Well, while the city council has asked the city for a curfew time from the evenings to the mornings, they have been very lenient on what they want. However, what we can tell is that-”

Knock knock.

Startling yourself, you jumped for the remote, putting the TV on mute. You listened again, and before you could convince yourself it wasn’t anyone, you heard it again.

It was almost like a loud boom. But it was just someone at the door.

Quietly, you sneaked up to the door. It felt so weird. It shouldn’t be this scary. It was just someone at the door! You looked through the peephole, hoping to see someone there.

To your relief, there was someone you recognized. The apartment owner, Roger, if you remember correctly.

“Eddie? Are you there?”

Straightening up, you said, “No, he’s not here at the moment.”

“Who- oh. Uh, when will he be home?” He said.

“Around 10 probably.”

“10?! I- Alright, I’ll just come back tomorrow. Would you let him know that?”

“Yeah, I will.” You relaxed your shoulders, and let out a sigh you didn’t even know you were holding.

“Well thank you anyway.” You heard his footsteps go away from the door, when you suddenly remembered your whole decision talk.

This could be your chance! You haven’t talked to anyone besides Eddie and Venom since… Well, it felt like forever!

“Wait!” While you instantly regretted it, the rational part of your mind pushed away your embarrassment.

He seemingly stopped in the middle of the hallway. “What?”

You stood silently for a moment. Should you? You knew he had the keys to the apartment. He could get you out. You could be free.

“Did you, uh, need something?” You didn’t realize he had walked a little closer back thinking you were going to say something.

“Uh.” Should I? Turning outside the window, you saw the almost beautiful city, glowing and gleaming, even if it was a tinted window.

“Could you open the door for me?I lost the extra set of keys we had, and he changed the lock so it could only be opened with a key.”

You heard sputtering, before, “He did WHAT? He didn’t even tell me!”

While you thought he would drag into you, you heard the door lock open. “Well, I’ll see if I have a spare, but you have to be more careful with these things, you know. They’re not cheap.”

Getting out of your trance with the lights, you quickly replied, “Thank you, I’m sure I’ll find it before you get a spare, though.”

He grumbled something, “Well, don’t count on me for one if you can’t find it.”

And with that, he walked off.

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It was another hour before you finally faced the door again. Originally, your mind didn’t even want to face it, too scared of the planning and thoughts that rushed to your head. But you soon realized that it was too stupid to hide in your room, so you walked back outside.

You didn’t even sit at the couch, you just plopped yourself in front of the door. You were trying to reason with yourself, with one side telling you to make a run for it, while the other saying to wait, that you needed to think about this.

What is there to think about? You’ve been thinking this whole day! In fact, you haven’t even had anything to eat or drink, you haven’t done any chores, you’ve just been sitting on the damn couch and pondering on what your decision was going to be!

And that got your mind going. What’s gonna happen when Eddie comes back home to you having not done anything all day, you haven’t made any dinner, you haven’t even eaten or taken care of yourself yet, and to top it all off, the door was open.

You wouldn’t be able to make an excuse. There would be no excuses. He would find out. He would get mad. What would he do? Would he finally let go of all the anger? Every single time you cussed at him, that you yelled at him, hell even when you were in your no talking phase: is he going to remember all of that and actually attack you?

You didn’t even realize you had grabbed some random bag you found and filled it with clothes and snacks. You didn’t have much to bring, really:

Standing at the door, with the bag in your hand, you were about to start crying.

Do it! Your mind screamed. Get out of here before he comes back!

But he’ll find you! The other part yelled. He’s gonna be so mad, and everything that you’ve worked for will be gone!

You looked back to the window, the whole thing that you could theoretically say started this whole mess. It didn’t look so pretty now. In fact, it looked ugly. There were no stars, there were no pretty colors in the sky: just black, with the city lights peaking out.

But you didn’t want it to look pretty: it looked like freedom. It looked like the outside. You could almost feel the ground beneath you, the smell, even if it wasn’t that great.

You could see your family again.

Turning back to the door, your mind screamed in all directions. Don’t leave! Why do you want to be in some prison for the rest of your time? You’ll be safe here! You’re only gonna rot in here! Who’s gonna love you outside, anyway?

Do you really want to spend the rest of your life tucked away?

You turned the knob of the door, and quickly rushed outside, thinking someone was going to grab you and drag you back inside. You stayed still for a moment. There was nothing. No one was there. Just you, and your pacing heart. You wanted to cry.

Looking at the time, it was only 7:30. You had at least 2 hours before he even got home.

I mean, if you really regret it, you can just return right back on time, right?

You didn’t need any more motivation. You closed the door and ran down the hall.

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You don’t know how long you’ve been running for. After you got out of the apartment, you ran all the way down the street, ignoring anything and everything in your way. But after what felt like eternity, and after your lungs started to burn until you couldn’t take it, you sat down at some random city bench.

You were out. You were free. You didn’t know what to do, either. You had just been running for, what, the past 10 minutes?

You sat there for a good while before your mind finally caught up to you.

What could you do? Did you want to go back? You could theoretically ask someone for help, get back to your family…

Right? Because that’s the reason you left. You want to get away from Eddie, from Venom, it doesn't matter how much your heart hurts, or how your feelings hurt, you have to get away.

Resting your head in your hands, you silently screamed to yourself. You didn’t know whether you should jump for joy or if you should collapse sobbing to yourself.

God, you thought, everything is against me…

“Are you lost?”

Shooting up, you turned to the owner of the voice, which revealed some middle aged looking guy. He had red hair, and was pretty skinny.

“Uh, no.” You sat back down, embarrassed you were so startled by a guy you should have already seen. “No, I’m just… resting.”

“Hmm.” he walked closer, and while your instincts told you to walk away, you were too tired. You wanted to cry and scream at the same time, and you really wanted to go to sleep.

“Sorry, you just seemed like you didn’t know what you were doing.”

You would’ve laughed at the irony if you weren’t simultaneously scared and sad. “Yeah, yeah, I’m… just tired.”

He sat down on the bench with you, albeit on the other side. You both sat in a semi comfortable silence, with him just staring off into the distance, like he didn’t even realize you were there, while you were going through the five stages of grief all at once.

“Are you from here?”

Getting your shit together, you said “Uh, yeah, I am.”

“That’s nice. What’s your name?”

“______.”

He hummed, and it went back to silence for a minute. Then, he asked, “Do you know someone by the name Eddie Brock?”

You stiffened. What? “Excuse me?”

“Eddie Brock.” He repeated, turning to you. “You know, famed journalist and reporter, was into discovering true crime cases, decided to go behind his wife’s back and look up secret info that spiraled his career downward, but now he just does job to job?”

You quickly sobered yourself, and while thinking of what to say, he stood up abruptly.

“I know you do, don’t worry. I was just wondering how you knew him.”

You quickly realized how fucked you actually were. This guy was skinny, which probably meant he could run faster than you. There wasn’t anyone around, which was great for your whole mental breakdown, it wasn’t good for being alone with some random guy.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Before you could even think, his face almost morphed into one similar to Venom. But this time, it was blood red, and he wore a smile on his face that stretched ear to ear.

“Oh, but I know you do!”

You didn’t even need to think about the different options you had then, you just ran.

Of course, it didn’t do you much good, as you were picked up within a matter of seconds, and tossed into the air like some toy.

“I know you know what I know!” He sang in a sing-song voice, grabbing you by the waist. You realized he was perched on top of a street light. You realized he had doubled in size and went from some skinny man to a huge symbiote, almost bigger than Venom.

“I can smell him all over you, y’know! There’s no need to lie!”

Looking down, you couldn’t even say anything as it felt like you were going to be dropped at any second, only focusing on your balance in his hand. Trying to pry his hand open wasn’t working at all as he laughed.

“Well, unfortunately for you, you’re gonna have to deal with me now!”

You felt yourself getting thrown over his shoulder and your head beginning to get a headache. Your whole body lurched from one side to the other, and you realized you were in the air.��

“We’re gonna love you!”

As you felt the wind rushing in your face, the smells of the city around you, and your heartbeat pounding in your ears, you comically thought that all of this could have been avoided if you just listened to your feelings.

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#yandere eddie brock #yandere eddie brock x reader #yandere eddie brock imagine #yandere venom #yandere venom x reader #yandere venom imagine #yandere marvel #yandere marvel x reader #yandere marvel imagine #yandere cletus kasady x reader #yandere cletus kasady #yandere cletus casady imagine #yandere platonic

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xatsperesso · 9 months

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I've had an idea that i really like but probably won't write for a while (or maybe never) where iruma is very observant and slightly manipulative but like as a survival method

Like he find out his parents sold him and he doesn't really care about that part. They weren't that great anyways, but he needed a legal gaurdian and didn't know anyone who could forge an identity for him anyways

He sees that he's been sold to a demon, and he feels conflicted. On one hand that is a very bad idea and would be completely reckless of him to agree with this, but on the other hand he's curious. Curious about demons and hell and are there any other creatures there? Do demons have tails and wings and horns? Which mythology was right about hell?

And maybe, maybe this could be another chance? At living a nice life? Maybe he doesn't need to wait until he's an adult to finally start living, maybe he doesn't need to stay in this world that turned it's back on him the minute he started walking. Maybe life could be better there, in hell

And it's not like he has anything to lose anyways. Except maybe for his life, but he's been gambling with it since the tender age of 1, so what's new in that?

And so he agrees, with the very stupid plan of attacking Sullivan and booking it the second they arrive at hell. He can't be that much stronger than a grizzly bear, right?

But then sullivan took him by surprise when he proposed to him that he becomes his, grandson? And oh how convenient is that? He wont have to hunt and build a shelter, or hide and defend against hell creatures. He sees this as an absolute win! (And he pushes down the memory of a gentle smile and graying hair on a nice spring day) (yes i want drama i want the word grandpa to be bitter sweet in this fic i dont want him to just accept sullivan as family i want him to overcome and let go of the things he left behind)

And so he acts nice, he acts sweet and bubbly and just the right character that old people love seeing, and he doesn't expect sullivan to be fooled, but he seems to be playing along with him so iruma will act right. He'll act nice until he finds a safer place to be.

Opera is suspicious of him, but they're just a bodygaurd so as long as sullivan wants him around, they won't do anything about him

And then iruma finds out he's going to school, and he feels both excited and annoyed. Excited because school is the perfect place to learn about this world, and annoyed because kids his age are annoying. They never understood him, never felt comfortable around him. Always whispered behind his back about how he was weird and would sometimes go feral and attack other students (they took his hard earned money and said it's no big deal and we'll pay you back later~)

So, school. The uniform looked interesting, it was different. There is a lot of diversity among demons. No one looked at him for too long, he blended in just fine, everything was going alright

Until his new grandpa put the spotlight on him

And made him say the speech instead of another student (favoritism is never a good thing)

And gave a very dangerous spell to cast without telling him how dangerous it was

And got him into trouble with his new teachers

And the freshmen representative came to fight him

What a wonderful first day

And so they fight, iruma dodges because that's a whole new species who could be extremely durable, too hot for his touch especially qith the fire floating around him, so best not test his luck

He keeps dodging, azz gets nad and iruma saves the girl who i can't remember her name, he german suplex azz and gains azz's loyalty

But Iruma doesn't trust this. No one changes so quickly. Azz is definitely scheming something, lowering his gaurd only to stab him in the back

But calling him out is dangerous, and with azz being so close it'd be dangerous, but easier to keep his eyes on him

And so he doesn't shy from azz's approaches (except he disappears into thin air whenever anyone attempts to put him in the spotlight) he'll play along with azz until he can safely cut him out of his life

He's just playing along

#and i need to leave now and this seems like a good placs to stop so #i have more to this fic #share it later #mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairimashita iruma kun #m!ik #iruma kun #manipulation au

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kenny-the-ken · 1 year

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Y O U + M E Pt 4

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!! I really am so sorry for my absence lately, my life's been fucking hectic!! I hope you guys enjoy this, it took me forever, my brain just wouldn't cooperate

Things had been going oh so well sweetheart, oh so well. Your mother was no longer an issue, and let's just say that heaven's gained another angel. I mean, of course you were devastated but, I was there. I was your shoulder to cry on, your comfort and support, you lover, all in one. What more could a girl want?

But obviously my work wasn't enough, or it would never have came to this. My love, I did everything for you! Everything I did was all for you! I killed Clyde, for you! I killed your mother, for you! And now it seems that you have grown to resent me.

You found the box, the one with Clyde's teeth, your panties, your mother's ring and a few other things belonging to you in it. It was bound to happen at some point, I guess my hiding skills aren't as reliable as I once thought. But that doesn't matter now darling, because I know we will get through this. Because love is the most powerful force in the universe.

Getting you here wasn't easy, I mean, after you tried to escape from my apartment to go to the police, I knew that it would take you some time to come round to my way of thinking. I had to keep you safe, and somewhere I knew you'd always be safe.

I rented a room at a storage facility a while ago, just a place where I could keep extra things that didn't fit in my apartment, and where I keep my soundproof cage, of course. Bulletproof, scream proof, unbreakable, and even if you ever found a way out from there, you can't get out of the storage unit without my key, I have you right where I need you to be.

I'm watching you sleep, that cut on your head looks quite painful, I truly am sorry for having to hurt you dear, but you really did leave me no other option. You don't know you're here yet, you've been out for a while now. I did inject you with a small amount of sedatives so, they're obviously doing their job, which gave me the time that I needed to plan ahead.

I don't want to kill you. I want to love you darling, but I can't do that till I know you still want me too. You could try to pull the wool over my eyes, spin me a story so I let you out and then turn me in to the police, then where we be, love?

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My eyes flicked open, the thumping in my head already unbearable, a white light illuminating my surroundings, but not all of it. A box. Thick, reinforced glass caging me in within 4 walls. The door handle is on the outside, it's locked, and a hatch beside it, which must be where he'll feed me from. How could I not have seen this? How could I have missed the signs? I knew it was too good to be true.

"Ken?! KENNY!" Hands balled into fight fists as I uselessly bang and bang against the never breaking glass. "KENNY!" My voice was hoarse, choked with tears that streamed down my cheeks like a river that had broken its banks. How could I have let this happen?

My whole life I've loved fairy tales, wrapping myself in the comfort that one day my prince may come and save me from this miserable existence I call my life. But I wasn't a princess, I didn't hold the power to turn stupid little boys into princes that had came to save me.

Then you arrived. You came into my life and you were the first person to wrap me in a thick layer of cotton wool, to protect me from the things I didn't know about. You killed people for me, to protect me. You did everything for me, you gave my life meaning and in return I betrayed your wishes, I asked questions and I snooped through things that my eyes were never supposed to see. And I'm sorry.

"I'm here baby." A soft voice came from the darkness of the dimly lit room. The light in the box was so bright that it made everything outside of it appear dull, darker than it was. And from the darkness Kenny appeared, placing a gentle hand upon the glass cage that held me as its prisoner. As his prisoner.

"W-Why am I here, Ken?"

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Your eyes were flooded with terror, your knees weak, face drained of colour, why must you always think the worst of me, love? Aren't you supposed to love me? "I'm here, y/n. I promise, I'm not going to hurt you." Your sobs break my heart darling, oh how I long to wrap my arms around you, but not yet, I can't be sure your intentions are pure.

"Ken, please let me out of here!" Your tears stain your soft complexion, I want to kiss them away, make everything okay. "I can't baby, soon. I wish I knew what you were thinking." And it's true, I do. If we could see each others thoughts then maybe you could understand me better, know why I've done all that I have for you, it's all for you, for us.

"Kenny... p-please I-I can't stay in here! Y-you can't leave me here, Ken." I don't want to leave you here darling, oh how I wish you were in my bed, laying in my warm embrace. The sweet scent of your hair, your floral perfume, how I long to touch you.

But alas, I must be patient my love. As I place a cigarette between my chapped lips, I silently pray you have it in your heart to forgive me, to work through this together, and come back stronger and more in love than ever. I miss you so much and as I turn the lights off and leave you behind the closed door of my dingy little storage room, my heart aches to be taking you with me, hand in hand. But if you cannot forgive me and love me how I love you darling, then I guess I'll have to get used to missing you.

#kenny mccormick #kenny south park #south park #kenny mccormick x reader #sp kenny #kenny sp #south park kenny #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park fandom #south park fanfiction #fanfic #sp fandom #sp fanfiction

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sugar-glaze-donut · 9 months

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I can't write shit recently cause I'm really busy, but I had another Isekai!Akuneko AU >:D

So, so... I know I've been writing about Isekai!Aruji-sama a lot BUT! What if MC was isekai-ed, not as Aruji-sama, but as a butler/maid in Devil's Palace, an NPC who gave the past butlers happiness before the despair, or an angel! (I'm going to write the NPC and Angel AU in another post)

🎻-🧪- Isekai!MC but differrent -☕-📱

Outcome 1: You spawn into the world as a Devil Butler/ Maid.

It's just that one day... a new butler/ maid enters the mansion and POOF! Now we have a different soul in the body!

For example, if spawned in the early days of the Devil Butlers, you will find the oldest butlers in the original timeline (Berrien, Miyaji, and Lucas), and you can gain their trust knowing they'll most likely (they have to be) alive at the point when the main plot begins. There are obviously going to be other butlers in the mansion, so you could try to save them and spare some trauma for poor Miyaji. You could prevent Lucas and Miyaji from getting into the fight that caused them to give each other the silent treatment for a thousand years (and maybe prevent Miyaji to get his scar). With this, your relationship with Lucas and Miyaji (dilf duo *cough*) will be pretty ok. Do they trust you? Yes ✅ Will they be mad at you constantly for risking your life for others too much? Yes ✅ Will you be invited to their wine parties? Absolutely yes! ✅✅ Will they be relying on you a lot? Yes yes!! 100% YES ✅✅✅

They'll stick next to you like glue. From the main and side stories, it is said that they treated each other like brothers until the big fight they had. They'll treat you like their little sibling who has to deal with all their shit (good luck with the next few centuries with them...) Or if MC has a motherly personality, they'll both joke that Miyaji is the dad, Lucas is the weird Uncle, and you're the Mom/ other Dad

As for Berrien though? At first, he may think you're a very helpful butler/ maid since you're running around the palace helping everyone in sight. But as time goes on and the new butlers (Lamli, Lato, the problem man-children in general) come along, he might think it's really sus that you know how to handle each and every butler with their unique personalities. Sure, you have been a butler/ maid in Devil's Palace for quite a long time, and you've met new butlers and known lots of unique people over those years, but something feels... off. Just know he'll be having his guard up whenever he's with you (But he doesn't hate you don't worry)

As for the butlers that came after (a few centuries before the main story begins) like Haures and Fennesz will look up to you like a little brother to an older sibling (ouch, Fennesz's trauma kicking in). You can save Boschi from losing his arm and eye, give Fennesz more self-confidence, and Ammon... to at least let him trust you (if you succeed congrats! Now you have another emotionally unstable boy by your side!!).

There's going to be one point where you and Miyaji find Lato living in the forest after years of the torment he's faced locked up in a science lab. And what are you going to do about it? Give him love and comfort of course!! He won't open up to you immediately (Lato's trust issues) but with your knowledge of a 1000+ year old person and memories of the character's personality, now you have a child! The child is Lato btw. You're now his new mother/ father and you don't have a choice. Oh my, such a happy family! *crashing sounds in the distance*

Then gaining Lamli's trust. He's not that hard like Lato, just needs a pinch of Lucas, and... BOOM now you have another magnet stuck to you good job :D

(I'm not sure about Nac's past since I haven't looked into his side stories)

Now for the new butlers. Not new like Teddy, Hanamaru, and Yuhan, a few decades before the main plot. First, we have Bastien and Lono. An Emo and a Sunshine boy... how nice :D You're in for a treat. Lono is known to be the best cook so better eat those plates clean! And Bastien... silent acknowledgment I guess. He won't open up until the events of Episode 1 come to a close, so it's best to have some common interests with him like carving and fluffy animals to at least crack his walls down.

I'm not quite sure about Flure's past, but at least save try to save Zepal (the butler that gets demonized a few years before the plot) for him. Alright?

Now, I believe you deserve a new title~! Now you're the younger butler's parental figure!! I'm going to bet my soul Lamli will call you Mama-chan or Papa-kun as your nickname.

Possible love interests in this AU outcome will be... Aruji-sama, and possibly Berrien? Aruji-sama is pretty self-explanatory. I mean, who wouldn't want to date someone as pretty as you? And Berrien is... an Enemy/ Stranger to Lovers kinda troupe? He won't trust you much at first, but over those decades and centuries he might one day... one day open up to you.

Last Edited: August 14th 2023 (oh no... you just completed another cringe masterpiece by me... you liked it that much? 😳)

#akuneko #devil butler with black cat #aknk #あくねこ #devil butler and black cat #悪魔執事と黒い猫 #devil butler with black cat x reader #isekai!reader

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i-did-not-mean-to · 9 months

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Bed & Bugger!

Ah, my dearest @lordoftherazzles has sent in another prompt.

After getting this lovely story, it's my special pleasure to return the favour.

Ladies and gentlemen (and everyone in-between and beyond), Bagginshield!

AU Prompt: There was only one bed

Dialogue Prompt: Oh, I love how dramatic this is!

Words: 1551

Characters: Thorin x Bilbo

Warnings: A storm, 1 bed, a dinner

At exactly the time indicated on his reservation form, Bilbo Baggins entered a cosy bed and breakfast in a picturesque little village at the edge of a vast forest confidently.

He prided himself on his punctuality and the overall efficiency of his travel plans, grinning from ear to ear.

It was true that the thunderstorm, raging across the region, had given him pause for a minute, but the sturdy local means of transport were clearly used to the changeful weather, and thus there had been only minimal delay.

"Ah, Mister Baggins," the innkeeper mumbled, a sheepish expression on his broad, friendly face, "welcome! We are ever so sorry to inform you that there has been an... emergency."

Raising his eyebrows inquisitively, Bilbo waited for the explanation that was surely to follow.

"Well, see," the man went on slowly, "a foreign gentleman has been stranded in our establishment, due to the inclement weather."

Throwing a quick glance at the darkness outside the windows, slashed every so often by a thunderbolt, Bilbo nodded slowly.

"He was in a pitiful state, you have to understand," his poor host said imploringly, "and so we have given him your room to warm up. We were convinced that you'd also arrive later than expected. Let me reiterate, I am so sorry for the inconvenience."

At this point, Bilbo couldn't help grimacing in dismay—he had been looking forward to a hot bath to wash away the dust of the road.

"You've booked a double room," the innkeeper went on cajolingly. "I am sure that this, at least, will be a comfort."

"Is someone going to retrieve this stranger soon?" Bilbo asked pointedly, fiddling with the strap of his travel bag nervously.

"I've called the local handyman," came the placid answer, "and I've been assured that he'll come as soon as the tempest has abated sufficiently."

"So, no timeline?" Bilbo grunted and extended his hand for the key.

"I am afraid we only have the one key—with us being a small family business, really—and, as I've intimated, your roommate for the foreseeable time is already inside."

Again, Bilbo made a face—he could not bear the indignity of having to knock to gain entry into a room he had paid for.

"We'll send you complimentary dinner," the apologetic man called after him as he turned towards the old, creaking stairs in a huff. "To make up for the discomfort, you see. It was the charitable thing to do, surely you agree?"

Nodding grimly, Bilbo gave another shockingly impolite snort and dragged his bag to the first floor.

In his overactive mind—nourished by outrageous romantic novels—he conjured up the image of a proper ogre, ready to make his first night in this wonderful inn a nightmare to be remembered.

As his fist met the beautifully lacquered wood of the door though, the face that appeared almost instantly was of a breath-taking beauty.

"Hello, you must be the actual patron," the stranger said in a charmingly grumbly voice. "I did not mean to impose upon you or the innkeeper, but my vehicle got stuck in a sudden flood of mud and water and broke an axle."

Lifting a hand to stay the torrent of apologies of which he was already growing tired, Bilbo pushed into the room.

"I am not a monster," he said. "If someone requires help, I am the last person to object." His voice sounded a tad strained at this point because he had been travelling through the same storm and had been looking forward to a quiet first evening.

“My name is Thorin,” the handsome stranger said, and Bilbo noticed how blue his eyes really were. “And I sincerely hope that the storm will let up soon, so I’m out of your hair.”

Upon closer inspection of the strong jaw and the patrician nose of his surprise roommate, the weary holidaymaker realised that he would not have objected overmuch to having that particular stranger literally in his hair—if possible, with all of those ten strong fingers now kneading a freshly pressed towel.

“I’ll let you have the bathroom first,” Thorin offered. “Seeing as it is your room. I’ll just relax on the bed a little.”

With a small grumble of discomfort and a disapproving twitch of his nose, Bilbo heaved his bag onto said bed and froze. There was one bed—it was big enough to take up over half of the room, but the sturdy oaken frame left no doubt as to the fact that it was, indeed, one massive piece of furniture.

“Double room,” he muttered mirthlessly under his breath. No doubt, the innkeeper had meant well by giving him the room usually occupied by couples on their honeymoon, but—as the tides had changed—the tantalisingly indecent thought of having to share his bed with a stranger was impossible to ignore.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” Thorin said, healthy curiosity and a tinge of amusement colouring his deep, rich voice.

“Never mind,” Bilbo snapped, grabbed his toiletries, a change of clothes, and his book out of his bag, and finally snatched the towel from Thorin’s hands. “I trust you will be able to keep yourself occupied. Maybe, you can go down and tell the good man at the desk that he can send up that complimentary dinner in about an hour.”

“Will do.”

Shutting the door with a clangourous bang and slamming the bolt home for good measure, Bilbo discarded his clothes without much ceremony while hot water slowly filled the wonderfully old-fashioned bathtub.

He still felt a little awkward about the mysterious castaway just outside the door, but—as his tired body sank into the blessedly fragrant water—he was also relieved beyond words.

As time went on, all the tension and suppressed dismay gnawing at his nerves eased up, and Bilbo even managed to read a few pages of the novel he had brought for that purpose.

By the time he had dried himself off and dragged a comb through his damp curls, his hazel eyes were gleaming with good cheer and ravenous hunger, and he was almost looking forward to having company for this first meal, heralding his glorious holidays.

After all, travelling—interesting and enriching as it could be—tended to be a lonely affair at night. At home, Bilbo had many kinsmen and friends who’d drop in for a short chat or a tankard of ale, but in these remote lands, he knew nobody who’d want to spend some time making idle chitchat with him.

When he re-entered the main chamber though, he found the other man spread out across the sole bed, snoring lightly.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Bilbo muttered and sat down gingerly on the edge of the soft mattress.

A discreet knock at the door had him dashing over and accepting the two trays in a hushed voice—he knew not why exactly, but for some reason, he did not want anyone else to see or learn how worn out Thorin really was.

“Thank you,” he whispered softly. “I guess we’ll see you tomorrow.”

As a loud crash of thunder and creaking trees resounded, Bilbo was surer than ever that nobody in their right mind would set out tonight to get Thorin—especially not if he was safe and warm. He had a roof over his head and a bed under him, so there really was no need to put anyone else in danger.

“Thorin?” Bilbo called softly, settling a warm hand on the broad, muscular shoulder of the sleeping man. “Thorin? The food has arrived, come on, wake up.”

It took him an astonishingly long time to shake Thorin awake but, after some moaning and nonsensical babbling, they were finally both seated at the small table by the window.

The lights flickered as if they were made to react to atmosphere and—due to Thorin’s inability to dispel his sleepiness in a timely manner—their food was but lukewarm, but Bilbo couldn’t deny that the whole situation was rather cosy and charming.

Outside, the world seemed to be ending, but from where he sat, safe and warm, it all struck him as rather fascinating. Truly, he didn’t want for anything, and thus he gave a satisfied sigh while sliding deeper into his chair.

“Oh, I love how dramatic this is!” Bilbo said good-humouredly as Thorin’s sharp nose and noble profile were illuminated by the ferocious celestial light show.

“I wonder…” Thorin muttered softly, throwing another worried glance out of the window as if he was scanning the horizon for the arrival of the company that would retrieve him.

“They will not come tonight,” Bilbo commented casually as he carried the empty trays back to the door to leave them outside for the cleaning staff to take away. “The day is over, and we are obviously both very tired. Let’s go to bed.”

When he turned around, he met Thorin’s blank stare.

“But…” the bearded man said sheepishly and waved his arms at the monstrosity that still bore the faint impression of his body.

“We’ll make do,” Bilbo said resolutely and raised his chin challengingly. “I quite enjoy your voice by the way—as you’ve already taken a nap, you might want to read to me a little bit?”

@fellowshipofthefics: Here's another one for this month!!!

Thank you, @lordoftherazzles for being such a perfectly lovely friend to me!

#og post #FOTFICS AU-gust #fotfics august challenge #Bagginshield #Thorin x Bilbo #there was only one bed #Oh #I love how dramatic this is #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt

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Okay, don't get me wrong I love the take of wenclair giving Starfire and Raven vibes but may I present y'all with BBRae? Beastboy and Raven because the parallels y'all, no one cannot tell me they don't have the same vibes. I need a wenclair au now. I mean Wednesday getting referred to as a raven just set me off.

Guess I'm writing it once I actually have time for something other than work 💀

Opposites attract trope ✅

Cannot smiling + Barely cracks a smile ✅

Literal sunshine + Grumpy rain cloud ✅

Have they both ruined my life? ✅

They both learn a lot from each other but also firmly stay true to themselves. Him saving her in a sudden transformation as a beast from another beast. Having a heart to heart under the night sky. Raven being manipulated by a love interest for Beastboy to be there to let her know she's not alone and they hug. They had one of the sweetest damn platonic relationships and had such beautiful potential for a truly healthy relationship (and they do have one in other adaptations). The idea that "oh why can't they just be friends" was often thrown around with this ship. "Just friends" always sounds so damn dismissive to me as if friendships aren't that important. I've mentioned this before but as someone who is demiromantic, that emotional bond is very important to me. It should be important for any relationship really, because some of the most loving relationships that last occur when the couple is first friends then lovers. Even if the close friendship never turns into something romantic that bond's importance does not diminish, love is powerful and doesn't always need to be sealed with a kiss, it can be sealed with a hug. If Wenclair becomes canon freaking amazing, beautiful, love to see it. Slow burn all the way even, i wanna see how their friendship continues to build, all their dynamics, the slow realization of what they mean to each other and if that turns romantic poetic cinema. And if it doesn't, that's okay too. But dear God Wednesday as a character needs that emotional growth with a partner, especially after this season. I cannot accept another love interest if it is not built on strong emotional grounds for her because honestly, this is Wednesday Addams we're talking about. A show focused on her needs to build her very careful and I think they did that beautiful with Enid as well as her friendship with Eugene. Eugene is a very sibling like bond and I absolutely love that for her. She goes out of her way to visit him at the hospital and even opens up in his presence because it's comforting. And Enid, just wow, she truly managed to gain Wednesday's trust. And same for her. That hug being the climax of the series and not a romantic kiss just spoke to me. I can't wait to see how their friendship grows. If romance is to bloom, I'd be happy with Season 2 end being a realization of what their bond means to each other, Season 3 subtle mutual pining and treading waters, Season 4 canon at the start finally and a lovely full season of them figuring their relationship out whilst adventuring together. That way we get a proper romantic development between the two that isn't rushed in the last season or just the last episode and realistic for Wednesday's character, whilst not risking Netflix cancelling the show (precautionary but at this point it really does feel like Netflix just cancels anything with canon wlw).

I also am for queerplatonic relationship wenclair, trust me my aroace spec self loves this idea too 😭 just saying how I'd love to see it play out if they went with romance. (Still have my sapphic demiromantic asexual Wednesday HC 👌🏽✨ )

Lastly, I leave y'all with this.

Corporate needs you to find the difference between this picture and this picture:

#wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday x enid #enid x wednesday #wednesday netflix #bbrae #wednesday series #i need to punch a wall too many emotions rn #someone help #we got a slow burn incoming i can feel it #slow burn wenclair

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peleda-dainius · 2 months

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I've been mulling something over and I feel like sharing it, so here we go. Heads up: It's going to be long and it's going to involve the movie Poor Things, and there will be some discussion of sexual assault later on.

The phrase "art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable" gets tossed around a lot online from what I've seen. However, it seems that this has become shorthand for "if something makes you feel disturbed or disgusted, it must be good art". This has become a linchpin in pretty much every argument I've seen about how to interpret Poor Things.

I take issue with this. Yes, an artist can use their medium to illicit a feeling of disgust or disturbance in their audience to get a point across about the scenario they're presenting. Making someone complicit in the disgust of a disgusting situation that they otherwise may never experience or think about in their lives can be a very powerful way to communicate with an audience. It can also be a powerful way to reframe situations that the audience might not have previously been bothered by because they never saw a reason to be. However, not all disturbing media is inherently deep or meaningful just because because it invokes "negative" feelings.

It seems like people are forgetting that things like erotica/pornography and slasher films exist. I know some will bristle at the notion of including literal porn in this conversation, but bear with me. Sometimes the purpose of "gross" media is literally to experience and engage with a feeling, not go spelunking into social philosophy. Many people enjoy slasher films because they enjoy the rush of disgust and shock. It can be fun if you're the kind of person who enjoys that. Same thing with erotica and porn. Many people enjoy that because at the time they're viewing it they want to engage with feelings of arousal, romance, and/or intrigue. These are also completely valid reasons to consume media. There's nothing wrong with it. But the fact that you feel a feeling doesn't actually mean that some deep philosophical lesson has been imparted. Sometimes feelings are just feelings.

In my personal opinion, the "disturbing" content in Poor Things was gratuitous and ineffective. Using the initial premise of a baby's brain inside an adult woman's body and then having nearly all of the resulting person's entire character arc revolve around some bizarre interpretation of sexual liberation was tactless and out of touch. I have seen some people try to justify that this was actually the point of the movie: the way that a morally deranged and misogynistic society sexualizes immature young women and girls, or the way that women in general are infantilized and their struggle to gain sexual agency. However, I personally do not think that this was effectively conveyed if that was the goal. I also do not think that was the goal.

Lead actress Emma Stone describes the movie as a "romantic comedy". When asked about the sexual nature of the character she plays, Stone says:

"Because she’s so free, because she lacks that shame about anything—eating, drinking, the way she’s taking in the world, her relationships to other people, her environment, sexuality—for me it was a really freeing experience. As a woman in the world as we know it, and as an American woman also, it was a really freeing thing to think if I didn’t have judgment around my body or around my sexuality. That’s one of the reasons why I love the way that this is shot and that the story is told, because the camera’s also not saying, Oh, well, now we should look away because we know in our society that this is something that shouldn't be seen. None of this would be embarrassing to her or something that she would think was shameful in any way."

In another interview, the director himself describes his work like this:

“Shame is one thing that we are conditioned to feel in certain situations and Emma’s character doesn’t have that. She never got to know what shame is, so she is totally free to give her mind, her thoughts, her opinions, her body, whatever.” He goes on to describe the story being about, "a human being that has a second chance in the world, someone who hasn’t been moulded in a very specific manner to perceive the world in a certain way. She gets to start clean, and that gives her a far freer view of things. She’s a 28-year-old woman who, up until then, had lived a life that obviously didn’t satisfy her. And she comes back with a blank slate, able to start again, and to own that life.”

Unless the cast and crew are lying as part of some elaborate performance art piece on the acceptability of sexualizing children in society and media, it seems like maybe their message was more about the impact of socialization and the way it controls us and restricts our behavior. That isn't to say that seeing a criticism of misogyny, sexualizing children, and the infantilisation of women isn't a valid personal interpretation. You are not required to take the creator's intent into account when interpreting media for yourself and deciding what it means to you individually. However, that is only one approach to analyzing media and calling those who do factor in the creator's intent when assessing their work "media illiterate" is... Not It™. Yes, art is meaningful to individuals in different ways and each person will approach a piece of art with their own unique blend of personal experiences and opinions that will make it more or less meaningful to them regardless of what the creator's intended. But art is also a communication, not least of which between the artist and the audience, and not every attempt at communication is effective. Sometimes it is downright blundering.

I could go on for hours about the eroticism of childishness in Poor Things. Even more telling perhaps, I could go on for days about the public response to the eroticism of childishness in Poor Things, especially the droves of fans chomping at the bit to declare the film a satirical masterpiece on that very topic. Unfortunately, however, it seems to me that any commentary on the subject of sexualizing children was unintentional. I choose to read a hopeful message into this situation by imagining that those who see this commentary as the point of the film saw the uncomfortably obtuse pedophilic overtones in the premise and could not imagine that the creators did not realize it was there. The subsequent search for meaning resulted in this "criticism of toxic and pedophilic misogyny" interpretation rather than the less pleasant alternatives: either that the sexualization of the child was simply a throwaway plot element, or worse, that the creators simply do not see a problem with sexualizing children and/or children's behavior. For the sake of being charitable, I posit the former: that the sexualization of childishness in Poor Things was at least partially the unintentional result of a badly handled plot point. I believe this because any time I see it brought up to anyone who worked on the movie, the conversation is immediately pivoted to how free and uninhibited Bella is. The fact that she's a child in an adult woman's body is glazed over almost entirely. When it is discussed, as in the quote above by the director, it seems that it was merely the mechanism by which they obtained an adult woman with a "clean slate", socially and mentally speaking, which was the perspective they wanted to use to examine how socialization impacts the way that humans interact with the world and with each other. In particular, the director seems to take the position that socialization is largely oppressive, especially to women's sexual agency.

The topic of the potentially oppressive nature of socialization is too big for me to handle here. I will say that I don't entirely disagree with the director, but that it is an incredibly complex subject that isn't easy to wrangle. The question of whether or not Poor Things sends an effective message about women's sexual liberation in relation to socialization is a bit more straightforward to me: I think it failed.

We live in a society that heavily restricts women's sexuality, that's true. The knee-jerk reaction to this is to imagine that a sexually liberated society would allow women to have as much sex as they want without shame or stigma. In theory, I agree. However, the film seems to take the position that without the oppression of society, nobody would ever turn down sex and that is where I have to disagree. Foundational to women's sexual liberation is the ability to say yes or no to sex and have that choice be respected. Yet at no time do we see Bella Baxter turn down sex. We see her spit out food that she doesn't like mid-chew. We see her end a relationship with a man that she's grown bored of (and their sexual relationship ends by default). But we never see her call off a sexual encounter because she isn't enjoying it the same way she calls off the other unpleasant experiences that she is shown engaging with on screen. In fact, when she does start having less enjoyable sexual experiences with men that she's uninterested in, she starts contriving ways to make unenjoyable sex more enjoyable rather than leaving and finding something more fulfilling to do or even just someone more pleasant to have sex with.

Perhaps that was also an unintentional oversight in her character development or perhaps it was a fully intentional comment on seeing the positive in situations rather than focusing on the negative. Even so, I find the "sex is like pizza: even when it's bad, it's still good" perspective to be far from feminist or empowering. In fact, it echoes the juvenile and misogynistic claims of rape deniers who say that it's better to just lay back and enjoy sex even if it wasn't what you wanted. The further implication of this being that sexual trauma is your choice because you could just choose to enjoy it instead. Additionally, claiming that the only reason a woman would choose not to enjoy sex is because of socially imposed shame is insultingly simplistic. At the very least, it's an insult to survivors of marital rape who were forced to have sex under otherwise socially acceptable circumstances that do not engender shame by default. Our bodies are part of who we are as a whole; they are ours and they are us. It's the part that we use to physically interact with the world and the people around us. Having our bodies used by someone else against our will is always harmful to some degree.

My takeaway is that Poor Things was a visually intoxicating crime of passion that fools its audience into thinking it's more profound than it actually is with clever camera work and an overabundance of shock value. It fails to convey what seems like the obvious message because the obvious message is an accident. Then it continues to fail at conveying its intended message because it treats its own themes so superficially that despite giving itself more than enough time to delve deeply into its subject matter, Poor Things spends an unnecessary amount of screentime treading the same ground and making no real progress. Events that should be more meaningful to her character development like being exposed to suffering and slavery end up having a negligible impact on the story. Instead the audience is just subjected to a gratuitous number of awkward sex scenes that claim to explore themes of self-discovery and sexual liberation but which manage to say nothing significant on either topic (at least not significant enough to justify the two and a half hour runtime).

Poor Things almost completely neglects to include any element of this in it's discussion of sexual liberation. The closest thing we get is at the end of the movie where Bella's father/husband (who still exclusively sees her as his wife even after the situation is explained) threatens to have her clitoris removed to "cure her" of her extensive sexual desires so that she can be an obedient wife and bear his children. But the threat is never truly imminent and Bella is quickly able to dispatch her father/husband, swap his brain with a goat, and live happily ever after, no harm done. At best we can say that she fully avoids a threat to her sexual freedom. However, even here, we do not see Bella withdraw consent to sexual encounter based on her own learned preferences. For a story focused on liberation and self-exploration, the fact that we never see Bella developing or enforcing her own sexual boundaries short of "don't literally mutilate my body" makes the theme feel under-developed.

Not only is it a missed opportunity, but in my opinion it undermines the supposed exploration of sexual liberation by ignoring a full half of what it means to be sexually liberated. In this regard, the entire film comes off to me as a very shallow "third wave" feminist flop exclusively obsessed with the image of a woman having nonstop sex as an expression of the ultimate freedom. In ignoring the potential implications of assault (or just broadly unenjoyable sex, it doesn't have to be sexual violence) Poor Things also fails to account for another important aspect of the socialized environment that it is supposedly trying to criticize: While it is true that women are broadly not encouraged to pursue or enjoy sex in our society, they are almost paradoxically also pushed to engage in it anyway even (and sometimes especially) when they don't want to. Married women's bodies have "belonged" to their husbands for centuries. Women are expected to put out after a man goes through the effort and expends the money to take her on a date. If a woman dresses too "provocatively", she must be asking for sex or should at least be willing to "help a guy out" because his arousal is her fault.

On one hand, it could and had been argued that Bella genuinely wants to have as much sex as possible, so this is irrelevant to her story. The fact that she agrees to have sex with basically anyone who offers means that none of these extremely common everyday occurrences for the average woman would pose a problem for her. She would simply agree to sex, no questions asked, no problem, no conflict. That still detracts from the main themes of the film in my opinion. Considering they had a whole two and a half hours to examine this topic, the fact that they invented a female character who conveniently never says no and therefore never has to confront the problem of unwanted or unpleasant sex in any meaningful way seems frankly baffling. I'm struggling to not attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by bad writing and underdeveloped social philosophy.

As much as I understand that a protagonist doing something doesn't mean the writers are condoning it, it does genuinely seem that the creators of Poor Things are glorifying Bella's self-discovery-fueled pursuit of self-gratification in no small part as a reaction to our society's common message that women should always put others first and themselves second or worse. But in developing the character of Bella, I think they swung too far the other way and inadvertently played right back into the tropes they were trying to undermine by creating a woman who never says no to sex. Despite the heavy handed wish-fulfillment that we get out of her relationships with Duncan and Alfie and their foiled attempts to control her, Poor Things still ends up leaving us with the male gaze ideal: An attractive hypersexual woman who will have sex with you at any moment, no questions asked, no consequences, and no strings attached.

And yes. It was uncomfortable to watch. For me it was uncomfortable specifically because of the whole child-brain-adult-body situation, which according to the creators wasn't the point. I admit that I am personally invested in the topic of child exploitation, so the fact that these elements were present and weren't taken seriously is a huge black mark for me. That said, my distaste for the film is far more extensive that my distaste for how they handled the initial premise. I'm also not saying that nobody should enjoy or relate to any facet of the film. That's not even remotely my place to decide and I have seen some interesting personal interpretations, especially from autistic women, but I personally couldn't find enough redeeming qualities to offset the films failings.

#poor things #analysis #opinion #oscars

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two fights for freedom ~ chapter twenty-two: peace would return

Dante wouldn't say a peep about his fruit. What it was called, the full extent of what it could do. It was powerful enough to fix her arm, to attract Doctor Nako’s attention. Wasn’t the clearest on where he even found the kid, other than mirroring Nami and Nojiko’s origin story, which was starting to feel more like a tactic for gaining her trust rather than explaining himself.

After his outrage the night her house was knocked down, she learned his name wasn’t Paul either, though that really did nothing for her benefit. Only confirmed her suspicion that neither of them were innocent explorers.

It was starting to feel like they were in trouble. And whatever was causing this paranoia was dangerous enough, or at least perceivably so, to urge Dante and Paul to keep to themselves. So whatever they were running from wouldn’t start chasing anybody else.

“Mom…?” Nojiko’s voice was a quiet, meek mumble of her usual cadence. Nami had already tucked herself into bed, just watching the conversation. Finally tuckered herself out. “Is it bad…is it bad if I want Arlong to die?”

Bell-mère leaned in to press a kiss to the side of her head. “It’s not bad at all. That son of a bitch is gonna pay for what he did to our family, and what he did to this village. If it were up to me, I’d kill him myself.” Her fingers grasped around her daughter’s arm as she pulled her in. “Genzo, Dante, Paul and I are gonna make it happen.”

posting a lot today and i decided this should be first!! organizing this story is so difficult, oh my goodness. again, concrit is welcome. especially if you notice something about the timeline not making sense. i've done so much cutting and pasting and moving scenes around, it's likely i may have missed something when editing!! there's so much to work with here for one small little brain

title: two fights for freedom rating: M category: F/M, gen content warnings: graphic depictions of violence status: incomplete, twenty-two chapters, 66,042 words relationships: rosinante/bell-mere, cora & law, rosinante & hatchan, bell-mere & rosinante & law & nami & nojiko, rosinante & genzo, bell-mere & genzo characters: rosinante, bell-mere, law, nami, nojiko, genzo, nako, hatchan, arlong, arlong pirates additional tags: canon divergent, fix-it, everybody lives, pre-arlong park, angst with a happy ending, angst and feels, fluff and humor, hurt/comfort, suggestive themes, sexual tension, limes (yes i'm bringing limes back), eventual smut, romance, slow burn, financial issues, broken bones, references to depression, alcoholism, mental health issues, canon backstory, mentioned doflamingo, non-canon backstory (giving bell-mere a backstory), found family, medical inaccuracies, blood and injury, trafalgar d. water law is a little shit, developing friendships, past child abuse, nightmares, self-harm, fake marriage, selective mutism, PTSD, more tags to be added later summary: freedom for one means adventure. exploring all the world has to offer, while avoiding the occasional haunting. freedom for another almost costs an arm and two daughters. a home, a village. perhaps freedom is best sought back-to-back. {a cora and bell-mère lives au}

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obsessivelollipoplalala · 25 days

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I also love getting people into my other interests by simply bombarding them with posts about them long enough 🥰 Feel free to send more asks about gomens or Queen lol

Lol I've got both, well opinion gomens one and a question in the other but I'll send another ask for that.

I don't agree or like the Metatron - Coffee theories that make the rounds because I feel like it take the nuance away from Aziraphale's character because we had the whole season setting him up as not always going with the heaven's plan but not denouncing what he thinks is right too so I don't think the end was out of character for him and if let's be honest if everything went sailingly smooth there wouldn't be a next season, without setting up a conflict I don't see where they could have gone the next time.

Oh, I’m not afraid to say that the Coffee Theory is pure cope. The end wasn’t out of character at all; Aziraphale genuinely believed he’d be able to fix things, make a difference, and do good if he took the Metatron’s offer. Doing good has always been a central part of his character! That’s why he’s the most traditionally “angelic” of the angels we’ve seen. I also think he realized that shit was about to get real when he heard about The Second Coming, too, and that cemented his decision to go (we saw his hesitancy before that). But in general, Aziraphale making misguided decisions because he thinks it’s the right thing to do, and his being brainwashed into thinking Heaven and God are still good no matter what, have been major parts of his character throughout the show. You can argue that the Metatron is a secret villain and was being emotionally manipulative to get Aziraphale to come along, but Aziraphale still chose to go of his own free will because he thinks he can fix things (like he thinks he can fix Crowley wrongly Falling) and wants Heaven to be good.

But I swear, a lot of people in this fandom can’t handle these characters being flawed, so people came up with a theory that would render Aziraphale back into their uncomplicated fanon version of him. I really think people got attached to woobified fanfic versions of these characters after the happy ending of s1, so they’re distressed over…basic conflict at the end of s2. I’d understand if it were OOC, but it’s not. It’s just wild to me, like the Final Fifteen are so obviously written as the temporary breakup part of a traditional romance, with a clear setup for resolution in s3, and people flipped out. I saw some BNFs from s1 more or less like, “Screw this, I hate Aziraphale now!!!” I remember seeing a screenshot on twitter of someone angry at Gaiman because gomens was their escapist, comfort show, and the end of s2 was too upsetting for them.

Not only does that sum up the motivation behind Coffee Theory, but it’s also kind of baffling and concerning, like…if such basic conflict to move a plot forward stresses you out so much, please log off and gain some distance and perspective. Like you said, anon, there would be nowhere to go in s3 otherwise. I love fluffy one-shots with no plot, but that doesn’t work for TV.

#good omens #replies #Anonymous

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bluejayblueskies · 1 year

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Rules: List Five Comfort Characters And Tag Five People. This is in no particular order.

Tagged by @organchordsandlightning and @magnetarmadda (like three weeks ago i am so sorry 😭)

And I'll tag uhhh @anonymoussong, @quigalchemist, @thewrongshop, @judesstfrancis, and @wordsintimeandspace! if you want!

funnily enough though i gained a new comfort character in those three weeks! who knew!!!! it gets spot number one bc i am rotating it in my brain rn 💕

list under the cut!

Murderbot (The Murderbot Diaries) - ohhh my goddddd i truly have not related so hard to a character in a while like ... it's just like me for real and i love it 💜 i'm almost done with fugitive telemetry and then i'm going to go back and listen to all the audiobook versions because i need more right now immediately. it's just ... it's really nice especially to see murderbot's (what i view as) autistic traits accommodated and respected by the preservation team, especially the bit in the first book where mensah catches on to the fact that it doesn't like eye contact and adjusts accordingly. i can see this book series fundamentally changing my worldview, and i'm 100% here for it. honorable mention: ART my absolute beloved 🥰

Parker Yang (Malevolent) - 'jay, how can parker be a comfort character if he's dead?' well you see i love him, that's how. truly though, sometimes when i'm sad i think about parker and then i 🥺 and then i am a little less sad. i go absolutely wild for pre-canon arthur & parker fics. grabby hands, more parker always.

Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives) - to absolutely nobody's surprise, my favorite bi ace archivist is on this list 🥰 jon's another character that makes me go 'oh he's just like me fr' and i love writing him! he was the first character that i really explored my own asexuality through (though i'd known i was asexual for a while before coming across him), and i just think he's neat and i am putting a blanket around his shoulders and keeping him away from the horrors 💕

Andrew Minyard (All For the Game) - if you're at all familiar with the AFtG series, this probably seems like an incredibly strange choice, but for me comfort character = a character that i'm glad i met and that i adore and that makes me happy by existing and sometimes that makes me feel things about myself, and andrew hits all of these points. i sometimes think about andrew's past and what he's gone through and what he has now and i want to chew through drywall, and without getting too overly personal, there are aspects of his storyline that hit me hard when i first read them and have stuck with me ever since. if you haven't read the series, i highly recommend it (though i also recommend looking up a list of content warnings beforehand because it's quite intense)

Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) - there are a lot of characters who could have gotten this final spot, but percy deserves it honestly. i've read the og 5-book percy jackson series like ten times and percy is just ... i loved him as a kid and i love him even more as an adult. he's the kind of character where i pick up a book and i start reading from his POV and i feel like i've just sat down in front of a fire with a cup of hot cocoa and a fleece blanket. he also reminds me of the good parts of my childhood, which is not an easy feat, and i appreciate that 💜

#tag game #i'm going so slowly through fugitive telemetry bc i don't want it to be over ;___;#eyeing that november drop date for the next book 👀 i want murderbot and art to go on adventures together

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if it isn't a bother, can i get kamisato ayato x gn!reader platonic relationship wherein ayato acts like the reader's brother, finding out that their ex partner played with their feelings?

how would ayato react to seeing the reader crying in their room from the breakup and how he'd comfort them + how he would deal with the situation at hand.

i just love him and i feel like fanfics shouldn't necessarily be centered around romantic relationships so i thought of this because well, he's my comfort character and i just wish i was a kamisato 😞💔

HELLO HI IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO

I've been super smashed at my job but I have some downtime rn so I can finally get around to this ask!

Ayato + Gender Neutral, adopted kamisato reader

Fluff, hurt/comfort, Ayato being a bit chaotic.

The moment Ayato finally returns to the estate for the evening, he knows immediately something is wrong. Call it an intuition, but he'd always been surprisingly astute at knowing the ins and outs of the kamisato estate, even if he didn't spend nearly as much time here as he'd like.

It's well past midnight, asides from the guards who welcome him at the gates, no one else should be awake; thoma had a tendancy to turn in early so he could rise equally as early the next morning to get a start on his day, and ayaka was like clockwork, she thrived on routine...that only left...

He hears it the moment he sets foot into the hallway, the quiet sniffle that immediately has something deep in his chest twisting in anger.

He should knock, but he finds himself silently sliding the door to your room open just a crack to get an idea of what might have happened, and his heard twists just a little more.

Once upon a time, before he'd been the head of the clan, Ayato and Ayaka's mother had returned home one day from one of her little outings with a child in tow, hiding behind her robes as the whisked through the estate to see father and then be introduced to the siblings.

One of her dear friends had passed of illness, and had begged the kindhearted lady kamisato to take their child, of course who was she to refuse? Ayaka gained a new playmate and Ayato immediately found himself extrending his protective wing to include his new sibling as well. Just like ayaka, they had insisted in aiding Ayato when he had taken the mantle as commissioner, almost desperate to earn their keep.

so what had happened while he was gone, to leave them staring out the window so despondently? tears running down their face?

Silently, he slips into the room, catching their attention when he slides the door shut once more, the fact they flinch with shock only serves to add to the list of terrible things ayato wants to do to whomever had caused this.

"A-Ayato...s-sorry, did I wake you?"

"No, I've only just returned for the evening...what's happened?"

"Oh its...it's nothing to worry about ayato-" "If it's made you this upset, it is." He pushes, coming to rest beside them, offering an arm that you gladly lean into. "Why are you crying?"

"It's Aoi...I...I had to go into town today for some business with the Kujo clan...and...and I saw him with...another woman.."

Something inside ayato snaps, he'd known about their relationship with this Aoi, of course, it wasn't like it was a secret, and yet ayato had always been...worried about it, brushing it off as simple, brotherly distrsust, but now he'd given ayato a reason to dislike him.

"When I approached, he acted all koy, but she got...angry...told me she was his girlfriend and had been for a few months now..."

"I always had a sneaking suspicion he was a snake but... I'm so sorry..." Ayato sighs, running a hand through his hair, honestly, he was never particularly good at comforting...when mother had passed, Ayaka had been near inconsolable for a while there, and it was only with your help finding games and little distractions that she recovered as quickly as she had... but now?

"It's not your fault ayato...these things happen sometimes...I just...I wish I could have known sooner...so I didnt get so invested..." you sigh, resting your chin on your knees.

"If you'd like, I can send some ninja to make his life hell?" he offers "perhaps slip some wasabi into his morning tea for a week straight? or leave fish heads in his bed?"

While the offers had been totally legitimate, he's not expecting the wet chuckle, totally derailing his more devious plans for the now-ex boyfriend.

"You're a peice of work sometimes, y'know that?" you chuckle "As funny as that would be... I'm pretty sure Aoi is already shaking in his boots... if the look on his face when I found him was anything to go by."

"well he very well should be, leading a member of the kamisato clan along like that? He'd be a fool not to expect ramification." Ayato huffs "playing mind games with me is one thing, but to play those games with my siblings? Unacceptable."

"....thanks ayato...that means alot..." you sigh, leaning into his side just a little more "you n ayaka have always been so good to me..."

"But of course, you're one of us after all."

#Ayato x reader #genshin ayato #genshin impact #silentmothwrites #silentmothasks #Ayato x reader fluff

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Do that ask thing for Akira or Rui .

and with this, I finally got all of those ask games out of our inbox!! [ask] i know this has been sitting here for over a month maybe two now how embarrassing but yes yes yes omg thank you for sending this when you did i've been so excited to get to it, i love you sooo much I hope you enjoy my totally not biased ramblings and opinions <3 I did both btw, Rui is under the cut!

Sexuality Headcanon: Akira is either bisexual or just unlabeled sapphic to me, with an obvious femme-aligned preference because everyone in revue starlight does but I think lesbian for Akira is just too easy. she simply does not care since her standards are pretty solid and she's not super focused on romantic endeavors outside of roles. she can be a little aromantic spectrum as a treat, too!

Gender Headcanon: gosh i hate this question because it is like one of the things about akira i can never settle on in my mind. is she cisgender. is she gnc. is she transgender. is she masculine. is she feminine. is she both. neither. all. she's akira yukishiro. frau platin, king of the siegfeld institute of music. that's it

A ship I have with said character: I think the biggest one is definitely Akira and Michiru for me, but I have gained much appreciation for Akira and Hisame over the months as well................ i see the vision.

A BROTP I have with said character: Akira and any/all of the Edels, definitely! But that's a given, naturally. especially Shiori or Mei Fan, if we're not counting Michiru for shipping purposes. UM OH. Akira and Fumi!!!!! they're divorced (nudge nudge. your favorite) and they're both so goofy and gosh I love their dynamic so much. when they reconciled . oh my goddd. Akira and Seiran as a whole too, all three of them, but Koharu the most. again . if we're not counting Hisame for shipping purposes, but also in general I think the two of them [Koharu] can bond over so much, like Akira and Maya can, or how Maya and Koharu can. speaking of Maya, Akira and Maya!!! the ones from seisho I see the most bonding with Akira actually would be Maya, Karen and Junna. Junna because of the funny new york stuff in stage plays specifically but even then. ALSO ARURU. BECAUSE I THINK IT'S SWEET AND SILLY.

A NOTP I have with said character: UHHH as always anything not appropriate. juniors, etc. I don't really vibe with Akira and Yachiyo? as anything romantic. I don't think I really hate anything, most things I'm just indifferent towards. if anything, I mean I never understood Akira and Aruru romantically too much either, but I also think in a lot of ways it can be super cute? so idk! Akira and Shizuha maybe. shrug! I'll get back to you on that some other day

A random headcanon: Sun suggested one and I like it so I'll say it first, because Akira ice skates she'd probably be decent if not really good at roller skating, or alternatively she's really flat-out really bad at it for some reason. another one, because she loves horror media, she's really straight-faced watching horror movies and playing roles for plays that are meant to be scary or intimidating, and it makes people really nervous or freaks them out. she's really good at scaring, despite her secretly goofier nature. I'll throw in one more while I'm here, she's really good at flirting and making romantic gestures, but she rarely displays this behavior and it's a side of Akira virtually no one gets to see outside of roles, even future romantic partners.

General Opinion over said character: literally only good things!!! i said this in the rui part of this ask but i have so many comforts and favorites from the source i can't just choose my #1 favorite but akira is definitely up there in the characters of all time category. she has so many layers and i want to study each individual part under a microscope. she's so interesting. she's so silly and awkward. she's so serious and intimidating. she's so secretive. she's so heart on her sleeve. i love her puppy dog expressions in her live2d sprites i love every role she plays i love her singing voice. akira is just so cool!!! i know as mei fan and shiori i looked up to her a lot, i don't want this to be a mile long but she is just so everything, truly

RUI AKIKAZE

Sexuality Headcanon: canonical lesbian. sapphic. girl kisser. well, okay. the only technical 'canon lesbian' is mahiru tsuyuzaki according to the wikis but in my heart of hearts lesbian rui is canon. have you seen her crush on tamao. have you. you should. everyone has. even yuyuko calls it a crush i'm telling you bestie the walls are glass and it's the most wonderfulest thing in the world to me. peace and love on earth

Gender Headcanon: rui akikaze transgender girl icon.

A ship I have with said character: TAMAO AND RUI. FOREVER AND EVER. but also Rui and Yuyuko when it's Fumi and Tamao, I've seen Rui and Shiori and while I don't actively ship it myself because I have others with Shiori that are important to me, I find it to be extremely adorable and 100% can get behind this. love is love

A BROTP I have with said character: anyone from rinmeikan, and mostly yuyuko! I also super love love love the friendship she has with Shiori it makes me so stupidly happy, and all of her interactions with others in her bond stories too! I said this in the Mei Fan one ages ago but 100% I think Rui and Mei Fan would have lots to discuss and relate on, ie: their genderisms, their fighting abilities in acting and how they both reflect/differ, plus their intense admiration for their senpais and partners, etc! and of course, it goes without saying but definitely her relationships with the Chasing Sirius squad, that being Tamao/Kaoruko/Futaba, and especially Kaoruko and Futaba if we count Tamao as something romantic. we love you rui my friend rui

A NOTP I have with said character: same as always, nothing weird nothing gross. there are a lot of characters I don't see working out with Rui like Maya, Claudine, Akira, most of frontier and seiran, etc, but they're not like worth mentioning here. mostly Kaoruko/Futaba if anything, and Fumi too of course. these are all just personal though!

A random headcanon: she's the gentlest giant in the whole wide world but she unintentionally scares everyone in the dorms because she will silently just stand in the hallways or doorways especially because she's too nervous to speak up and get someone's attention until it's too late and they see her or her shadow and freak out. also also she helps tamao with the garden and is always accidentally crushing the flowers or is too gentle and doesn't pack enough dirt around them. tamao of course thinks it's sweet and is never upset but will fix them when rui isn't looking after praising her for a job well done anyway, rui will even tend to the garden when tamao can't and it's usually then that she doesn't 'mess up' -- likely because tamao. isn't there

General Opinion over said character: WAWHAWHAHWHAGHAHGHHGHGHJFGG. ONE OF MY FAVORIEST EVERS. I love everyone in revstar soooo so so so much everyone is a comfort character but if you held me at gunpoint to give you my top 3 characters I would probably have to say Yachiyo, Rui, and uhhhh uhhhh uhhhh um. um. never mind this is way too difficult . but uhhh!!! Rui Rui Rui I love Rui Akikaze so so much, I am so very endlessly proud of her and every development she's had since the beginning of starira's story especially arcana onwards. she's done so much for herself and for those around her, she's really grown into such a beautiful person. I hope she's proud of herself too, and loved herself each and every day

#��. ┊ moon intermission #✦. ┊ star performance

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