#okay sooo idk which writing prompt this was for?? BUT I STILL THOUGHT THIS WAS CUTE
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Hiiii and welcome ✨🔆 If you are accepting prompts can i request one please, would you write cuddly fluff and / or agere with a baby BDE? especially a sick fic with a cg reader! Thank you ✨✨✨
Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!! You're the first one to request a prompt!!! Thank you sooo much!!! Of course I'll write it!! How could I pass up such an amazing request? So cute!!! I've never wrote sick fics before so I'll try my best!!
Sick little baby.. (Agere!Big Daddy Elvis x reader)
summary: //elvis wakes up with a cold, is age regressed, and has you as his caregiver
type of fic: //age regression, tooth-rotting fluff, sickfic
warnings: //being sick?? the symptoms mentioned are sneezing, coughing, headache, mild fever, etc. no vomiting or anything like that. also it's pretty mild. he just sleeps it off, cuddling????? idk some people don't like being cuddled i guess, baby talk?? i don't think there's any serious warnings here besides being sick and age regression
word count: //675 (six-hundred and seventy-five) words
It was a fresh day, and you wake up in the morning, it’s around 8am. You look over at your sweet boy who is still sleeping. “What a cutie,” you thought to yourself. You chuckled and got out of bed to make breakfast. About 15 minutes later you come back, with Elvis still asleep in the bed. You smile warmly.
“Wake up, baby,” you whisper in his ear. He shuffles around a bit and lets out a whine. His eyes flutter open and he pouts. “Mamaaa- ’m sweepy!!!” He rolls onto his back. Oh. He woke up little! You almost giggle from how cute he is. He then sneezes three times and sniffles. “got da sneezies,” He mutters, with a short, reassuring giggle. Then he coughs a bunch. “Um, little one, are you okay??” You ask, caressing his shoulder. He looks up at you with sparkling eyes but very wet eyes. “M-mama I don’ feew so.. Good..” He wipes his forehead trickling with sweat, along with that, his soft chubby cheeks are red and his eyes are half-lidded.
He’s sick. But he has a concert today! “Awww.. What are we going to do?,” you thought. You’ll have to cancel it today. Can’t do a concert if you’re sick! So you make a call to explain that E is sick, and has to cancel the concert today. After that trouble, you run back to him. “Mamaaa…” he cries and makes grabby hands at you, implying he wants something. “What is it, E, baby??” you chuckle a bit from his overexpressed tone of voice. “Mmm.. t-tummy hurts..” he forces out while clenching his hands on his soft belly. “Awwww.. It’ll be okay. Mommy’s gonna help make your tummy feel better in no time!,” you tell him, sitting down next to him, massaging circles on his sore stomach. He looks up at you with the prettiest, sparkliest eyes ever. “Weawwy?” he asks softly. A small smile appears on his face. “Wiww mama make tummy free bettew?” “Of course honey, but you need to rest, I’ll be back with some stuff to keep you busy while I make you stuff to help you feel better! Sounds okay?” You murmur, making sure you don’t scare him. He gets scared when he hears loud noises, and you took note of that as soon as you found out. “Mhm!” he nods. You find his toybox and his paci and take it to him, pop the paci in his mouth while ruffling his hair very gently, remember he has a headache too.
So you give him all his gear, and as you walk away to go make him soup for his tummy, he cries out, “Mamaaa!! Don’ leave!!” You sigh. “E, baby, I have to make you soup so you’ll feel better. Do you wanna take the yucky red-coloured spoon medicine?” you threaten “No!! No yucky stuff!! Just wan’ mama..” he frowns and looks down. You slowly approach him and run your fingers through his hair, which usually calms him down. It did. He buries his face in your chest while hugging you tight. “I-I wuv you mama” he says into you. Making you smile sympathetically, you say, “Okay.. I’ll lie down and nap with you, but the first hurt noise I hear from you, I am getting the medicine,” half jokingly. He pouts as a joke, making you giggle.
You pet his hair while trying not to get sick yourself. His eyes get half-lidded and sleepy. You pet his forehead in an attempt to calm his headache. It worked, weirdly, more like distracted him from his headache to your soothing touch. Elvis practically did something similar, he held you, his mama, close. Never letting go. Planting a kiss on his cheek, you whisper sweet nothings into his ear to lull him into a nap. Afterwards you make him some chicken noodle soup for when he wakes up in case he gets hungry.
You really hope he naps for a while, because you can’t seem to get this can of chicken soup open.
(i don't feel like this is good enough, i feel like it's too vague. let me know if you like it!! It was a teensy bit rushed and i wrote half of it when sleepy)
#elvis presley#elvis#dexter.txt#dexter posts#elvis x reader#big daddy elvis#70s elvis#elvis fandom#<3#elvis the king#age regression#agere#sickfic#caretaking#agere fic#fic request
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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.
repost, do not reblog this
NAME: rath, debating on switching alias to terios
PRONOUNS : she/they
PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : discord 100%. i do not just use mine for rp so i don't really mind if from the get go we exchange usernames for it. will be okay chatting in IMs as long as the messages aren't too long since they're a mess to read sometimes
NAME OF MUSE(s) : sampo
BEST EXPERIENCE : honestly this has been my best time. i'm not in school so i don't gotta worry about that and i've made friends with some chill people and also enjoy seeing all my mutuals. i get to talk about sampo in this void it's great asjkdgh uh which i mean is half of the reason i made a blog in the first place, i needed to put my hcs and thoughts into something! and the fact that people are receptive and in turn will write with my sampo is all i could ask for
RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : ship collecting. i don't want to feel like you're following me just to ship with me because i'm not into that and sampo in particular is difficult. i do not mind talking about ship potential, but if you're just following and opening up with shipping.. nope
assuming something about my muse, like something personality or motive wise i mean. sure, he's a canon character, but i have thoughts on literally every little thing in the game regarding him. analysis... headcanons... they all have their place and build upon my understanding. this is basically the only muse i write atm so i have the time to spend like this on him and it means a lot to me when people observe my flavor of sampo in the light i've tried to put him in. the same would apply to any other muses i write
ghosting. i've had this issue a couple times already within this rpc which... it's whatever. but idk, i feel like if you've made me put effort into communicating with you and you just take off after gradually putting me in limbo with you or giving weird responses... it's off-putting and makes me feel as if i've wasted my time. what i’m talking about in particular has always resulted in the other person blocking me without a word so yeah. that’s what i mean by that. outside of this context, softblock or hardblock me, no hard feelings.
not cutting posts? i can't think of anything else super pressing
MUSE PREFERENCES: i'm trying to think of the types i've written and it's usually similar to sampo in some manner? so dabbles in crime, mysterious background, hard to trust, doesn't trust others. mostly that stuff??? i think nate drake is the only example of me attempting to write one of my fave character types? which would be golden retriever-esque (but he still does illegal things sooo) but i usually don't end up writing them fsr outside of that asdjkgh
PLOTS OR MEMES : plotting is preferred and accepted for anything. uh memes are fine? sometimes i just get overwhelmed with getting a lot of prompts... like rn.... lol
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : i prefer a happy medium especially if we have multiple threads. you could write me a one liner and the shortest i might go is a paragraph, so yeah. longer stuff will take me a bit to respond to but sometimes shorter stuff i struggle with if we haven't been plotting idk asdjkgh i prefer writing a couple paragraphs personally
BEST TIME TO WRITE : i am realizing i have more energy in the mornings for writing but i usually don't wake up early enough on work days. evenings are great, nights not so much. after an 11 hour work day i'm typically drained.. it sucks bc that's when i have the most free time
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : no not at all LMAO, he's v much the opposite of me in every way possible... well. i don't really trust people easily so maybe that?
Tagged by: i seen many do this, i steal
Tagging: @aventvrina, @crimsonbesotted, @deathsmaidens, @defiedlife, @voidfragments, @sagnaevi, @iiryoku, and whoever wanna !
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Jane The Killer Oneshot (fluffbruary)
A/N: tried to make it as gender neutral as possible
For February of 2024 I will attempt to do a prompt every day, to get more comfortable with writing again. I forgot to post this sooo, here. as a present: a playlist!!
TW: FLUFF! and also this stuff;
mentions/topics of Mental & emotional abuse, jeff is a trigger warning because he's jeff, mentions of sex, topics of sexuality and religion, idk how to word this but (mentions of pictures being taken during intercourse???), mentions of masturbation, girls kissing.
GIF by kgymz
"The Comment..."
Walking back to the mansion was decently annoying; after all, you were dealing with two of the MOST difficult pastas to work with, Jane and Jeff.
Between their constant bickering and your ever-growing headache, you held on tight to your boyfriend’s hand and squeezed it tightly whenever he said something that would piss Jane off. Jane held in her remarks quite well until Jeff made a comment on Jane’s family.
That’s when you lost it for her. She was your friend; you didn’t know why she liked hanging out with you so much, especially after you and Jeff got together. But she did; she did like you; you just weren’t sure how much.
“Jeff, that is enough. I’m fucking sick of you; all you do is complain, start fights, and then bitch when you can’t win. It’s not cool,” you said, taking a breath. "Plus, bringing up Jane's family? Really? What the fuck is wrong with you? I thought you told me you were over this, and you fucking lied to me. You clearly can’t help but get all cocky over the fact that you hurt Jane, you can’t let go that you killed her family, and you know she fucking hates you, so why open your mouth? Because you like the attention? Or because you NEED attention, no matter if it’s good or bad.” You exhaled and let go of his hand.
Jeff was speechless by your sudden lecturing, but you could tell that he did not enjoy it. He liked you a lot, mainly because you were the only one who never lectured him like he was a moody teen.
His brows furrowed, and he scoffed.
“Why does it matter to you so much? It’s not like I did it to you.” He stopped walking, and you and Jane stopped several feet in front of him.
“She’s my friend; that's why it matters.” You responded simply. Jane still hadn’t spoken since you two began 'arguing; she just stood there, looking at you with what you hoped wasn’t hatred for speaking on her behalf.
Jeff started forward for a while until you swear you heard a “click” as it suddenly clicked into his head.
“You like her, don’t you, y/n?” Jeff asked, anger bubbling into his features.
“Wha-i- No?" You responded with a blush flooding your cheeks.
“You fucking liar!” he shouted.
“Don’t raise your voice at her.” Jane finally spoke. A cool tone sent shivers down your spine.
“And what are we going to do if I do it again?” Jeff snarkily asked. Jane stayed quiet.
“That’s what I thought.” Jeff smirked.
“Y/n? Do you like this bitch?" he spat. Every ounce of love he had for you was almost instantly gone. It was all a big misunderstanding, right?
You stayed quiet.
“I’m not going to ask you again. Fucking answer me!” He raised his voice again, which made you slightly flinch.
“I can't; you’re my boyfriend; if I did like her, it would be wrong; that and I'm straight; I can't." You kneeled down and grabbed your head, pulling at your hair. You’ve always struggled with your sexuality; you also struggled with religion and what you believed in. You thought being anything but straight was wrong, but you still supported people and their decisions.
Jeff glared at you; he knew all of this, and he used it as an advantage. He knew that when you were mentally weak, he could plant seeds in your brain. He was cruel, and he knew it.
“Get the fuck up and answer the damn question.” He snarled, his knuckles turning white on the hilt of his knife.
Jane took a step toward you and gently lifted you off the forest floor.
“It’s okay; you don’t have to tell him anything; you can just keep walking, and we can go home," she said with a soft whisper.
“Get off of them. Now.” Jeff ordered.
You stood up and turned around to face him. You looked him dead in the eyes, and suddenly everything he programmed into you—everything your family had taught you—fell away.
You had never stood up for yourself when it came to him. You let him talk sh*t about you in front of the other pastas, you let him make comments about your body in front of his friends, and you let him talk about sex publicly and how you were at it. You finally had enough; you knew he was trying to break you.
"For one, Jeff, I liked it better when you and I are alone; you are always so much nicer to me, but we’re always in front of everyone else, and when we are alone, it’s usually because you're horny. You are always nice to me when you want something. You are so fucking selfish; I have no idea what I saw in you. You’re fucking pathetic. And for two, yes, I find Jane attractive. What the fuck does it matter? I chose to love you, didn’t I? And look what you did with my love; you abused your power over me and used me. I thought we had something special. The third thing I want to say is, We’re over. Have fun jerking it to the pictures you have of me that you thought I didn’t notice.”
Jeff stood there, trying to process what you said to him. Jane snickered.
When you first arrived at the mansion, your poor little brain took refuge in Jeff; he was your first friend. After Jeff, you made a couple more friends, and after Jeff asked you out, you pushed everyone else away for him because he told you to. He mentally abused you for months, and you finally snapped.
“Hear that, you little punk, your ex thinks I'm attractive.” Jane laughed and wrapped an arm around your waist.
You blushed and stared directly into Jeff's eyes.
“There’s a reason I'm here, Jeff, and it’s not for you or anyone else; I'm here because I took care of myself, and I won't stop taking care of myself. So fucking cry about it.”
Jeff’s fingers twitched around his blade, and he turned around and walked away.
Jeff was never one to be quiet, but he genuinely couldn’t have said anything to change your mind, and he knew that. He just hopes he can do better, because in the beginning he really did love you; he just can't control himself. And that was the problem.
Jane and you walked through the woods and talked quietly. She was mostly reassuring you that you made a good choice and that it was self-preservation. You were just trying not to cry.
Jane was extremely supportive of your choice and your mental health. She grabbed your hand, and the two of you returned to the mansion, fingers intertwined.
*Two hours later*
Jane and you were hanging out in her room as she painted your nails black to match hers. Jeff returned to the mansion an hour after the two of you did.
You were tempted to apologize to him, but Jane stopped you several times. After she silently painted your nails, she looked up at you and sighed.
"Look, y/n, I'm flattered that you stood up for me, and I think it's cute that you think I’m attractive, but do you actually like me?” She asked, and her pale green eyes bore into yours behind the black mesh of the mask’s eyes.
“Yes, you’re probably my favorite person to be around in this hell hole. You make being here worth everything I did, and I'd do it all again if it meant I could be with you.”
She let out a breathy laugh and grabbed the bottom of her mask.
“I’ve never really liked my appearance behind my mask, so please close your eyes."
“Alright.” You sheepishly smiled and waited. You heard shuffling and the shifting of fabric.
“What are you-?" You couldn’t finish speaking because her lips were already on yours, and you loved it. Her lips were smooth and featureless from the scarred tissue; her lips didn’t really feel like lips, but it didn’t bother you.
You hesitantly reached your hands up to the sides of her face, and she grabbed them, forcing them back into her lap. You smiled, and she pulled away.
“Why are you smiling?” she asked with a quizzical tone.
“I like how shy you are around me when we’re alone, but I also like how you trust me enough to do this with me.” You responded, but the lids were still closed.
There was shifting, and then a "clip,” and she hummed. You opened your eyes, and her mask was back on.
"Well, if it helps, I find you attractive too.” Jane said, a smile evident in her voice.
A/N:
i have a couple headcanons littered throughout this oneshot, i might make a headcanon list for all the characters i've written for/writing for, which is currently four/five but i'll add more. also this is my first oneshot so sorry if it's totally horrendous, i've had a big fat girl-crush on jane since forever, this took me 3-4 hours so i'd say it's rushed a little, but either way i hope it was remotely enjoyable.
also did ya'll know jane had/has green eyes?? i forgot lol.
#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta fandom#fanfics#fanfiction writing#jane the killer#jane the killer x reader#gender neutral reader#fem reader#jeff the killer#jeff woods#creepypasta#oneshot#creepypasta jane the killer#jeffery woods#jane everlasting#jane arkensaw#jane richardson#fluffbruary
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Hello! Could you do this one :
192 - You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.
Thanks ☺☺
192. You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.
“My, you’ve grown so tall and handsome, Katsuki! I can barely recognize you!”
Bakugou shrugs stiffly, hands deeply shoved in his pockets. “..Evenin’, Auntie.”
“Hurry, hurry!” Inko quickly beckons him inside the apartment, with frantic hand motions. “The cold air will get you sick the longer you stand out there.”
After a few tentative steps inside, and offering a mumbled pardon of intrusion, Bakugou makes a look around the small home.
God, everything looked eerily the damn same.
The miniature sofa, the kotatsu, the TV airing the local news, the rickety old dining table, in the same faded wood color just like before. The kitchen, probably looks the same, too.
Nothing new.
And, oddly enough, Bakugou was glad. Familiarity was very much needed, right now.
“Let me take your coat, dear.” Inko shushes quietly, right beside him. When Bakugou twists his head down, he looks to see her offering a soft smile.
Something in his chest clenches. “Nah, s’fine.” He coughs, struggling to meet her gaze. “..We’ll be leaving soon, anyway.”
“You know, that’s what you always told me, back when you two were kids.” Inko voices gently, “Waiting at the front door. Ready to head out, as soon as Izuku stepped out.”
“It warms my heart to see you two together.” She says, gazing at him, with that same comforting expression she used to give him long ago.
The inside of his palms are damp, sweating nervously. All he can offer is a quick nod of acknowledgment, without losing his cool in front of her.
Sure, they weren’t close before, but Inko only remembers him as that child. The one that was her son’s best friend. The one that knocked at her front door, jumping in his sneakers excitedly. The little boy who guided her son out of her home, and brought him back, safe and sound.
And, the same guy who was once the source of all of her beloved son’s distress, turmoil, and torment.
He hopes Midoriya has told her redeeming things about him, now that she knows that part. Because, there’s no way in hell he can sell himself any better.
A door to the right of the hallway opens in that instant.
With his back turned away from them, Midoriya steps out in an obnoxious All Might pajama set, barefooted.
He’s holding up two sweaters, dangling from each hand. “Mom!” He calls out towards the dining room, “Which one looks better? Yellow or red?”
“I can’t tell, Izuku.” Inko states easily, “Turn around.”
Doing a double take, Midoriya pivots in his stance, almost tripping over the long pants. “Oh, when did you get behind-?”
Midoriya’s face drops, before the shirts hit the floor.
Bakugou snorts, while Inko intently gazes at the fallen clothing. “I would think the burgundy one would look wonderful, sweetie.” She advises, regardless.
Quickly, Midoriya gathers and shoves his sweaters in his arms, and hurries back into his room, slamming the door shut. The click of a lock echoes, alongside a bunch of stressed, inaudible words.
“..You sure you don’t want me to take your coat?” Inko asks him. This time, there’s a knowing, small teasing expression on her face. “Izuku might take a while longer.”
Bakugou doesn’t wait for long, seated under the warming kotatsu. His drums his fingers on his thighs, here and there. And, the heat does get a little stuffy, while wearing black jeans and a turtleneck.
But, otherwise, it’s not intolerable. Inko had offered him plenty, during his wait; a hot mug of ginger and cinnamon tea, a small plate of cookie biscuits, and her silent, yet welcoming company. She even insisted on covering his shoulders with a large blanket, engulfing him completely.
“Anything for you.” Inko reassures him, despite having not voiced anything. “You have done so much to keep Izuku happy. It’s the least I can do.”
The overbearing politeness runs in the family, like a disease.
He feels he should thank her, or better yet, try to have a conversation with her. But, each time he builds up the internal guts to say something, the words get caught in his throat.
He wants to make sure he says the right thing to Midoriya’s mother. Unfortunately, he desperately wants her approval.
So, when Midoriya finally walks around the corner, in a nice pair of jeans and that same burgundy sweater from before, Bakugou’s relieved to say the least.
He feels saved.
“Now, the night is only getting colder, by the minute.” Inko hurriedly tells them, as the three of them walk to the front door, “This winter season has been terribly freezing! My heart can’t handle either of you catching the flu, let alone both of you! So, try to make it home not only safe, but healthy. Oh, and if you are unable to catch the last train, please let me know! I will gladly-”
“It’s okay.” Midoriya reassures her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Mom. We’ll be okay.”
“I know, I know. Just please-”
“Call you when we’re on our way home.” Midoriya answers easily. “Yeah, I will.”
“..You promise?”
“I promise, Mom.”
They share a sweet, long embrace, which Bakugou can’t help, but look away.
Something about their close bond, and unashamed love for each other feels intrusive for him to be a part of.
Something that he doesn’t deserve to be a part of. At least, not yet.
Instead, he solely focuses on readjusting his winter coat over his shoulders.
On their languid walk towards the metro station, a few blocks away from the apartment complex, Midoriya slips his hand in his.
“You told me 20:00, Kacchan.” He whines, however.
Bakugou rolls his eyes. “It was.” He corrects in a huff, “Until you fucking said I could drop by an hour early.”
“Wha—? When did I say that?”
“During our damn lunch break, yesterday.” Bakugou incredulously stares at him. “The hell? You were the one who came up to me and literally said it yourself. How your conference for today with the academy got cancelled. ”
For a moment too long, Midoriya stays silent, visibly mulling over the words in his head. Each quiet second makes Bakugou more internally baffled, downright shocked.
If it weren’t for Midoriya’s warm hand loosely holding onto him, he’d crackle a couple explosions, in spite.
“Oh. I did.” Midoriya breathes out laughing, bringing his other hand to his face. “I completely forgot.”
“Shitty Deku.” Bakugou grunts. “Starting the night off wrong, already?”
“Hey! Don’t go making me feel bad, Kacchan!” With pleading eyes, Midoriya looks up at him. “I didn’t mean to forget. School’s been hectic recently, and you know that.”
Those huge, bright green eyes. His kryptonite.
Bakugou clicks his tongue. “..Whatever. S’not like the wait was awful.”
“Oh god, I hope my mom wasn’t too much with you.” Midoriya messes with Bakugou’s fingers in between his, tightening and letting go of them.
“Not at all.” Bakugou lies.
Smiling, Midoriya lets out a big sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. If you two didn’t get along tonight, I might have had an aneurysm.”
“If you had to choose—” Bakugou starts.
Midoriya narrows his eyes. “Stop it.”
Bakugou scoffs, slipping out an air of mirth into it. “Obviously your mom.”
“Obviously, it would be too hard of a decision to make.” Midoriya corrects. “Hopefully that time never, ever, ever comes.”
Despite trying not to smile, Bakugou feels the traces of a smirk on the corners of his lips. “If that day ever happens, always pick Auntie.” He states easily, “Her heartbreak would be so fucking intense. Put all natural disasters to damn shame.”
With a small, slipped out laugh, Midoriya bumps their shoulders together, softened by their winter coats. “You are weirdly making sense, Kacchan.”
“Of course I’m making fucking sense. She cries over the thought of someone taking you away. Villain, or not.”
“Every mother is like that!”
“Hell, I’m damn surprised Auntie didn’t flip her shit from seeing me.” Bakugou honestly confesses finally, more to himself than to Midoriya. “Dating her one and only son, and she didn’t even freak out about it.”
And, just like that, Bakugou knows something is wrong, from the moment Midoriya stays quiet.
They continue to walk, despite the sudden tense mood between them. But, that doesn’t mean Bakugou doesn’t want to demand Midoriya to speak up, the longer he keeps his mouth shut.
But also, he doesn’t want to ruin their night, and so, he waits begrudgingly.
Right as the two are on the outskirts of the metro tunnel, Midoriya twiddles Bakugou’s fingers nervously.
“..I haven’t told her about us yet,” He admits, face morphed in guilt. “But, I mean, she could very easily guess our intentions tonight. So, maybe— I don’t know —she might know.”
Bakugou hums, allowing himself a few seconds to process that. He then breathes a long air through his nose. “..I figured.” He simply says.
“It’s not like I want to hide us.” Midoriya voices aloud, furrowing his brows. “It’s just with graduation coming up, and the academy still looking for an agency to accept me as anything, and then my father suddenly wanting to come back into our lives, she’s just been a little stressed with everything going on, including myself. And, I don’t want to potentially ruin us and-”
With a tight grip, Bakugou halts them to a sudden stop.
When Midoriya worriedly gazes at him, he offers him back a nod. “Yeah, I get it.” Bakugou firmly states.
“Kacchan, I-”
“You’re fine. Don’t worry about it.”
And, he really means it.
While people bypass them, heading through the automatic doors of the metro station, they both remain standing, staring back at each other.
The first to break is Midoriya, releasing a big, tired sigh. “You’re right.” He frowns, looking away. “I’m totally ruining this date night. I’m sorry.”
Pulling his hand out of the hold, Bakugou instead brings his arms over Midoriya’s shoulders. He hugs them close. “No, you’re not.”
“I am.” Midoriya responds backs, muffled.
“We’ve been on more shit dates, Deku.” Bakugou tells him in his ear. “And, this ain’t one. It barely even began.”
“A whole year, and I—I haven’t even told her.” Midoriya shakingly admits. “I’m such a coward.”
Bakugou huffs. “You’re not. The talk ain’t easy. Hell, telling my hag and old man about us was like pulling teeth out of my damn mouth.”
“..At least you told them.”
“Listen, you went through a lot of shit, two years ago.” Bakugou reminds Midoriya, bluntly. “The running away. The dropping out. The undercover work. The public hate. Getting together after all fucking that, probably wasn’t even the best move.”
“I still remember it all.” Midoriya mumbles.
Bakugou tightens his hug. “And, since then, life’s been a total bitch to you. I fucking wish you didn’t get half the crap you have to deal with, because it runs you into a damn mess.”
“But, I—”
“So, just focus on the important shit, right now.” Bakugou breathes out, pressing his head against Midoriya’s. “Us? We can wait. No, I can wait. I’ll be right beside you, until then, and even after that.”
Lifting his arms up and around Bakugou’s back, Midoriya holds onto him, just as tight as him. “..You promise?”
Bakugou exhales a short sigh. “I promise, Izuku. We’ll be okay.”
Letting go, Midoriya gently pushes away from Bakugou’s grip, causing them to finally part, for who knows how long.
Before the secondhand embarrassment of people witnessing them sinks into his pride, Bakugou’s redirected to the watery eyes of Midoriya, as he quickly blinks them dry.
“God, when did you get so—?” Midoriya wildly moves his hands around, gesturing over at Bakugou.
On the other hand, Bakugou scrunches his nose. “The hell does that mean?”
“So supportive?” Immediately, Midoriya shakes his head. “No, you’ve been supportive, that’s not the right word. So kind? Uh, that doesn’t sound right..”
“You mean romantic.” Bakugou puts it bluntly.
A rush of red floods Midoriya’s face, matching his sweater and shoes. “Don’t say it so loud, Kacchan!”
“I wouldn’t have to, if you weren’t asking dumb ass questions!” Bakugou yells back, crossing his arms definitively. “We’re together, Deku! Of course I’m gonna tell you fucking sappy shit.”
“Shh! You are making us be a public scene!”
“Too late! We were a public scene the fucking moment we stopped in front of the damn metro like stupid lovers at the altar!”
It starts slow, with nothing, but Midoriya blinking up at him.
But then, a slipped sputter starts and a bubbling laughter erupts from Midoriya. He grabs onto Bakugou’s arm, helping him from not bending over in giggles.
“W-We really did!” Midoriya barely says, wheezing, “Lovers at an altar. A-And, you literally gave me vows!”
It takes Bakugou forcibly grabbing his idiotic, cackling boyfriend to finally move aside, and walk through the station’s entrance. He refuses to focus too much on the fire heating his face.
He’s never making outlandish, romantic gestures in public, ever again.
They missed their train, obvious from the lengthy moment they had outside. But, neither of them were upset about the ordeal. Instead, they gradly bought tickets for the next train to Tokyo, with only a thirty minute wait.
As Bakugou starts to shift comfortably in his bench seat, right beside him, Midoriya rests his head on top of his shoulder. “Thankfully, we still won’t miss the movie premiere.”
“Because your weird ass is making us leave hours before midnight.”
“For situations like these!”
Bakugou scoffs a short laugh. “I guess it’s reasonable.”
Grabbing his hand into a loose grip, Midoriya twiddles with Bakugou’s fingers once more. “Thank you. For tonight.” Midoriya whispers.
“You needed time to chill the fuck out. With the shit you’ve been facing, let tonight be the night you forget about it.” Bakugou grumbles, “Besides, I haven’t been able to steal you away, for my damn self.” He tacks on.
Midoriya smiles back at him, head comfortably slumped on his shoulder. “You make me feel alive, again. And, for the first time ever, since the start of this year,” He sighs, longingly up at Bakugou, “I feel like I can breathe.”
Bakugou brings him closer, chin tucked in his curls. “Good. I need you to breathe, at least once and a fucking while.”
Midoriya snorts. “Just at least once?”
“And, a fucking while.” Bakugou reiterates, “I’m not a monster.”
“No, you’re not.” Midoriya chuckles, bringing his legs over Bakugou’s lap. “You’re my monstrous boyfriend.”
“That’s fucking right.”
For a while, they stay just like that; close, intimate, and stuck together, without a care of the outside world. Maybe it’s from the intense conversation from earlier, but Bakugou doesn’t feel deterred to back away. Instead, he feels comfortable in holding Midoriya, and not letting go.
“You know,” Midoriya starts, “My mom wouldn’t freak out.”
Bakugou raises a brow. “..Hm?”
“About us. She wouldn’t freak or flip out like that.”
“C’mon, Deku.” Bakugou scoffs, shaking his head. “You don’t gotta lie to me, now.”
“I’m serious.” Midoriya reaffirms strongly, emphasizing his words with a tightened grasp around his hand. “She wouldn’t.”
“I’m not the type of guy you bring to your damn family. Seeing me as anyone’s partner is like fucking failing at life.”
Midoriya brings a tentative hand, cupping the side of Bakugou’s face. His fingertips are rough, yet linger there softly. “Just promise her you’ll make me happy and keep me safe.” Midoriya states easily, smiling brightly. “And, she’ll welcome you with open arms, all over again.”
#star responds#okay sooo idk which writing prompt this was for?? BUT I STILL THOUGHT THIS WAS CUTE#bkdk third years. bkdk established relationship. bkdk and inko#maaaan i literally let my fluff/hurt heart have it#i hope this is the time of soft bkdk you want !!#ayae-02#bakudeku#FICLET
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Falling in Love with a Single Mom HCs
Akaashi x fem!Reader | Daichi x fem!Reader | Oikawa x fem!Reader
[ Headcanons/MiniFic ]
Request: 🥺👉👈 if you could do more single mom headcanon-fic-things LOL SORRY IDK WHAT TO CALL THEM and w/ akaashi, daichi, and oikawa? THANK U i love u and your writing you're so sweet —anonymous
a/n: okay so strangely enough, i thoroughly enjoyed writing oikawa's and it's probably my fav out of these three 😳 thank u for giving me the chance to write these and thank u for the kind words! i hope u like it 👉👈
❀ he’s been noticing you more and more — sat on the corner of the cafe he frequents during his breaks
❀ you would always order the same drink and sit on the same table by the window, he would occasionally glance at you, admiring the way sunlight hits your skin and the way the cafe music seemed to be playing solely for you
❀ but you always left too soon for his liking, 15 minutes before 2 in the afternoon to be exact
❀ he never knew where you went or what you did outside of the little cafe he sees you in everyday
❀ but soon enough, he was given a chance
“excuse me, is this seat taken?”
he saw your eyes look up at him in surprise and your lips curve into a small smile, “oh! no, go ahead”
“sorry for the trouble, i didn’t expect it to be this packed today”, he said in an attempt to engage in small talk
“it’s no problem at all” you assured him with another smile, “i often see you here, do you work nearby?”
❀ the two of you continued to chat until akaashi needed to remind you of the time
❀ but of course before you could even leave he'll ask you for your number saying
"i'd really like to know you more, if that's alright with you"
❀ of course it's alright with you sjckskdks
❀ the two of you would meet at the café everyday, except the weekends — same spot and same time, until it became part of your routines
❀ keiji took his time getting to know you and openly expresses his admiration for you
❀ of course you liked him back, he was sweet and considerate, he was everything you would like in a partner
❀ but you just needed to make sure of one thing before diving headfirst into a relationship
"akaashi-san—"
"keiji", he corrected, reaching out for your hand
the warmth of his hand helped eased your nerves of bringing up something that may potentially be a huge deal breaker
"keiji, we've been meeting for a while and i thought maybe it's time i tell you,"
❀ when you said you have a daughter, you never would've expected him to say "can i meet her?"
❀ you almost cried then and there— it had always been a big deal to the guys you met before, you being a single mother
❀ keiji sensed your relief and squeezed your hand in reassurance that it really was no big deal to him
❀ well it was, but it wasn't something that would easily shake up his resolve of being with you
❀ meeting your daughter for the first time was set in the same café, on a saturday half past noon
❀ he smiled seeing the quiet four year old on your lap, curious eyes and a small smile as he held out the little bunny plushie he got for her as a gift
❀ weekend café dates became frequent with the three of you and soon became home dates— alternating between your and keiji's apartments
❀ your daughter loved when he read to her, having her sat on his lap with a picture book in his hands
❀ more often than not, you would catch him fast asleep on the couch— picture book on the floor and your child snuggled up against his chest
❀ during these moments, especially, you couldn't help but imagine spending every day with them both without having to part ways by the end of it
❀ and of course, when he wakes up, keiji can't help but think the same thing when he wakes up to you smiling softly at him and the little girl who kept a part of his heart inside her tiny little hands
❀ your son met him first
❀ he just got out of the police academy and was assigned near the elementary school gates
❀ kids would often come up to him with fascination in their eyes
❀ and it wasn't a different case with your seven year old son
"hey mister are you a policeman?"
"sure i am, why do you ask?" he answers with the softest smile, crouching down to the child's level
"that's so cool! mom said my dad was a policeman, maybe you're my dad?"
he watched the boy's eyes widen in realization and he couldn't help but chuckle
"sorry, bud, but i don't think i have a child yet neither do i have a wife"
"well do you want one?"
❀ that effectively painted his cheeks in red, standing straight up and ruffling the boy's hair, urging him to go straight home
❀ everyday your son would come up to him to ask him the same questions and saying the same things
"would you want to be my dad?"
"i think it'll be sooo cool to have you as my dad"
"let me ask my mom if you can be my dad"
❀ jesus help this man pls
❀ he found it all to be endearing and soon enough he looked forward to chatting with your son for a few minutes every afternoon on his way home from school
❀ your child would always brag about how nice you are, how pretty, and just how amazing of a mom you are
❀ an amazing lil wingman if u ask me
❀ it wasn't until one of his day offs that he met this wonderful mom that he always heard of— and boy was he stunned
❀ he was out grocery shopping, skimming the aisles when he heard the familiar voice of your son
"mama, it's the policeman i was talking to you about!"
before you even had the chance to react, your child bolted through the spice aisle and cling to this man's leg
you quickly caught up to him and was about to apologize to the stranger when you saw him get to your child's level and pat at his head
"oh hey, didn't know i'd catch you here"
"i'm with mama! now you can see just how pretty she is!"
❀ the comment made both your faces heat up but even moreso when daichi looked up at you, absentmindedly muttering a "she is"
❀ your son had the proudest grin on his face >:)
❀ the three of you went out for lunch then which you insisted to be for all the trouble your son has caused him— who so conveniently disappeared to the playhouse to leave you two to yourselves
❀ it didn't take a lot for daichi to be absolutely smitten by you— admiring how you could handle a child and a job all by yourself and still managing to have that pretty smile on your face
❀ he had to thank your son his little accomplice the next time they have their afternoon chat
❀ and maybe start planning on "Operation Get Mom and Daichi-san Together"
❀ started as students sharing a class and later on became inseparable best friends
❀ you two met in college
❀ tōru would rave on and on about how much better you were than "iwa-chan" whom he never lets you see during their facetimes bec you "might fall for him and choose iwa-chan over me"
❀ he was there to witness you going out with an orgmate, there to listen about the first time you got laid, and of course he was there to comfort you when your ex left the moment you told him you were pregnant during your third year in college
"do you want to keep it?"
tōru held you close as you cried, his soft voice mingling with your sobs
"i d-don't know"
you buried your face on his chest, prompting him to hold you tighter and rub comforting circles on your back
"whatever you choose to do, i'll be here", he promised "i won't leave you"
❀ the moment you decided to keep your baby was the moment it was decided that oikawa would co-parent with you
❀ during your pregnancy, he came to your apartment everyday and stayed over on weekends
❀ he kept his promise and never left your side even after you gave birth
❀ he practically moved in with you, staying up late at night to care for your child so you could get some rest, he changed schedules and skipped classes to let you continue going to yours
❀ it was alright, he said, afterall a pro volleyball team was already eyeing him— he was set even before graduation
❀ the both of you fell into a steady rhythm of domesticity
❀ eating breakfast together, taking turns changing your daughter's diapers, cuddling in the same bed and having sleepy conversations about the future and how you're both thankful of the other
❀ it was never established what you two were— you just knew that you were each other's constant and that you promised to stay with the other until god knows when
"what're you planning to do then?"
"i don't knoooow~ iwa-chan help me out here~"
"well, for starters, you should go and tell her— y'know, about argentina"
there was a moment of silence between the line, tōru mulling over his options
"i don't want to leave her" was his quiet reply
"i know you don't, but this opportunity may never come by again, don't let it slip"
❀ it was a few weeks before your graduation, your daughter now more than a year old, when he received the call inviting him to play for argentina
❀ on one hand he knew it was the chance of a lifetime, but when he looks at you in his arms with your daughter on your chest, he couldn't even think about leaving you
❀ it was less about the promise he made and more about how he couldn't imagine his everyday without the two of you
"y/n-chan~"
you only hummed in response but looked up to meet his eyes
"if i were to get invited to go to the other side of the world to play volleyball, would you come with me?"
he held your gaze with hesitation
"i'll go anywhere with you, tōru, i thought you knew that by now"
a small smile of relief graced his face as he exhaled, closing his eyes and rubbing his face against yours, "thank you"
the next few moments were spent in comfortable silence before he broke it with a chuckle, "is it too late now to ask you to be my girlfriend?"
"tōru, we're basically a married couple for the past two years"
...
...
...
"so will you marry me for real?"
#bro#i never knew i'd love oikawa like this#i am a Changed Woman#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#hq akaashi#akaashi hcs#akaashi keiji#akaashi keiji x reader#hq daichi#daichi sawamura#sawamura daichi#daichi headcanon#sawamura daichi x reader#haikyuu oikawa#oikawa tooru#oikawa tōru#oikawa x reader
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Me again! I just love your writing and idk if I can request two if not it’s ok just ignore this, but can you write one for either Kix or Rex where there’s a lot I mean A LOT of tension between them x reader. They lowkey like each other but won’t even think about doing anything about it bc of regulations/rules. All other clones know and they always tease them. Maybe they do something to get them to confess both their feelings to one another? Maybe some angst and fluff and slow burn? Thank you sooo much
First, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get to this!! I adore this prompt and it was so fun to write!! (Also, I hope you won’t mind, but I picked Kix! ;) )
warnings: description of injuries, blood mention, angst, some language, a little, tiny bit of steam
word count: ~1.5k
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You suppose it starts out as little touches. Lingering glances and glancing brushes that feel like heavy blows in their aftermath.
It’s the way you swear Kix has a speck of dirt on his shoulder, right below the lurid red medic symbol. The way your hand lingers there for just half a beat too long, cupping the plastoid armor.
Or the way he moves around you, with his hand coming up to rest on your hip just long enough to move past, in a way that would annoy you to hell if it were anyone but him.
Perhaps it’s the way you high five him one day, after he regales you with the story of finally getting the infamous Captain Rex to get some rest. You intend the gesture to be be funny, but then you make contact with his hand and then the two of you just sort of… pause there, fingers splayed out against each other.
Totally normal way of high fiving someone.
It might even be in the way he sits just slightly too close, so that his hand accidentally grazes your thigh when he moves it from his lap to the table.
Once is an accident, twice is suspicious, but five times?
That can’t be a coincidence.
It graduates from there, as all things do. Little touches become longer, excused as necessary even though you both know everyone sees through your shit.
Maybe it’s when Fives walks in on you two sleeping, your head on Kix’s shoulder and his head resting on yours.
He teases Kix so hard, you want to cringe into the floor, even as Kix explains you both just “fell asleep.” Fives rolls his eyes as he leaves.
“Yeah, and I’m blind,” he mutters giving you in particular a knowing look.
Or maybe it’s when you fall and hit your head, not hard enough to cause permanent damage, but hard enough that Kix insists you let him check it out.
You sit in the medbay and watch him move around. If there’s just a bit more urgency in his step, neither of you comment on it. He clicks on a little light.
“Follow this with only your eyes,” he says. Maybe you hit your head a little harder than you thought, because you move your head after the light two different times.
Frustrated, he takes hold of your chin, keeping your head in place with one hand and moving the light with the other.
“Your eyes,” he says slowly, enunciating each word in a way that leaves you focusing on his lips.
“Eyes,” you hear yourself echo faintly.
He leans in while he studies your pupils, titling your face up just slightly. Makes sense, you reason, seeing as you’re sitting down and he’s standing over you.
“Gross, Kix, not in the medbay!” It’s his brother Jesse, making fake gagging noises. Kix jumps and lets go of you like he’s been burned.
“We’re not together.” He says it easily enough, but you don’t miss the glance back over his shoulder.
The longing that’s getting harder and harder to deny.
Were it not for rules, you two would be together in a heartbeat, the tiny part of your heart, the one you spend day after day arguing with, says.
The two of you are more subtle after that. Never alone together, always keeping busy so you don’t have to think about what you can’t have.
And it’s fine, really.
Except when you brush imaginary dirt off his shoulder, or when he brushes past you, or when you high five him, or when he sits just slightly too close, you feel like you’re being burned alive.
As it happens, you two finally reach a breaking point when you, well, quite literally, butt heads.
He’s on his back in the medbay, trying to fix one of the droids. You’re sitting on one of the exam tables above him, talking about senseless things to pass the time, when Kix goes rigid.
“Shit,” he mutters.
“You okay down there?” He’s silent and you slide off the table, squinting into the shadows cast by the droid.
“‘M fine,” he says, voice sharp. It’s a sure sign he’s in pain. You peer closer, noting the way he’s clutching his hand to his chest. Blood is oozing out slowly, over his fingers.
“Kix!” you say with an undignified yelp of fear. You try and tug him out, and he shrugs you off.
“It’s fine.” Stubborn man.
“Liar,” you say, kneeling over him at the same time he goes to get up.
It’s like watching a disaster happen in slow motion. Your brain knows what’s happening and tries to tell you to move, and you do. But it’s towards Kix’s rising big skull instead of away.
He stand up into you, and you feel more than hear the crunch in your nose.
The taste and smell of blood is instantaneous. You fall to the floor beside him with a groan, hands coming up to cup your poor nose. Kix is on you in a flash, trying to do damage control, but his hand is still bleeding, and it’s making even more of a big mess.
So there you two are, on the floor, moaning in pain, covered in blood. Not your finest moment.
Someone clears their throat, and you two pause in your fumbling attempts to stem the bleeding.
“Kix, I don’t care what you do in your own time. But this is not the place to explore your weirder tastes.” It’s the Captain himself, perhaps the worst person to catch you two like this.
“No, that’s not-”
“He’s not-”
The two of you are talking over each other, and Captain Rex just laughs, leaving you two to suffer in a bloody heap on the floor. Kix extricates himself first, finding bandages with his good hand.
He wraps them around his injured hand, then ties it off with his teeth, a move that almost distracts you from the blinding pain in your face.
Almost.
“Shit, Kix, I think you broke my nose,” you say with another moan. He’s back beside you in an instant, gently prying your hands off.
“Let me look, and I’ll tell you,” he says, after you slam your hand back onto your nose, only to cry out in pain. Not very smart of you.
Kix takes your hands again, placing them to the side and wiping away some of the blood. Your nose is tender to the touch. Carefully, he probes the sides of your nose and you wince.
“Sorry,” he says. There’s a lingering softness in his tone, the same kind of softness you’ve noted in his touches.
“It’s okay,” you say quietly. He looks down at you, and you don’t even think about the way he’s still holding your nose.
Instead, you’re caught on his eyes.
He has kind eyes, you decide, the kind that invite you in and make you feel important. Safe. Cared for.
“I, uh, I don’t think it’s broken,” he says. “Just bruised.” Even as he speaks, his hands drift away from your nose, and his eyes move down to your lips.
“Kix,” you say, intending it to come out as a warning. Instead, it’s breathy and needy, and you find yourself arching up to meet him even as he leans down.
Your first kiss is not euphoric, like you would hope. Instead, it’s an experimental peck against your lips and then an accidental knock against your nose, which has you cringing backwards.
But. You have come to expect something like this from you two. So when Kix pulls back in horror at the thought of hurting you further, you’re prepared.
You wind your arms around his neck, tugging him back to you. He comes willingly, caressing your face as he slants his lips across yours.
This time, you would put your kiss safely in the “euphoric” category. It’s like you can finally breath after all this time spent holding your breath. You play with the hair at the nape of his neck while you kiss him, and he hums softly, cradling you to his chest. You sigh into him. No more stealing glances and barely-there touches.
“No, we can’t,” Kix says, voice hoarse as he pulls away abruptly, shattering your dream. You want to cry. Everyone already thinks you’re together, so why can’t it be the truth?
“I know,” you say instead, for him, even as the two of you lean in for another kiss. Kix cups your face this time, thumb stroking your skin as you kiss, and you realize it’s because you actually are crying.
“Cyar’ika,” he murmurs against your lips. You wrap your arms around his chest, tugging him down on top of you.
“I know,” you say again. “Just for a little bit.”
And for just a little bit, he lets you dream. You don’t care that the two of you are a mess, or that anyone could walk in. For now, you have more than lingering touches and glances. You have a promise that down the line, after all is said and done, he’ll pick you.
You have Kix, and that’s enough.
#clone trooper kix x you#clone trooper kix x reader#tw blood#reader insert#clone trooper kix#ask#kat speaks#snippytano#this has been ruminating and i’m sorry it’s taken me so long!!#and also thank you for reading my stuff!!#i’m glad you enjoy my writing!!<3
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I won't say I'm in love + Suit Saeran and in Suit Saeran's POV!??? I MEANNNNN??? And like the other believers singing the part of the muses??? YES? 😌 I love this prompt and this sounds sooo fun 😆
YES YES YES I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS AND THE BELIEVERS?! YESSSSSSSSSSS
Also a Jumin version is also incoming since two people asked for it hehe, but I just COULD NOT HELP BUT WRITE THIS ONE FIRST NANSSBBS ITS SO CUTEEE
Also I had a lot lf fun until the last part where I was editing and tumblr actually went fuck you and deleted everything so thanks for that
(also if someone idk wants to draw this or whatever hehe please tell me bc I will actually sell my soul to you.) I will try and uh draw a bit but as yall now, middle hands I don't rest know how to so PFT
Prompt from: give me a mm character and a song
I won't say I'm in love (Saeran x Fem!MC)
Song: I won't say I'm in love (Caleb Hyles)
"And don't you forget that you stupid toy." Saeran said, as he closed the door with a bang. "You all know the rules. Don't you dare touch my toy, and don't let anyone else come in here am I clear?" He told the believers, who stiffened and stuttered, "Yes Mr. Ra- Sorry, sorry! Mr. Saeran...."
Saeran scoffed at the believers but decided to go easy on them this time. After all, today he was in a pretty good mood thanks to his toy.
Or well, at least that what he thought before stopping in the middle of his tracks. Today he wasn't really able to see that scared, helpless look on her face. It was the exact opposite, today she was resilient, and actually fought back, and although he had to admit he liked the fiesty act at first, now it was getting really annoying. I mean, at this point she should be begging on her knees, asking him to please have mercy, that she love-
Wait.
Love??
Saeran's eyes widened as he realized what he has just imagined. He didn't want to hear her telling him how much she loved him. That she needed him, yes, the she was going to do whatever he wanted too, but that she loved him??
He didn't want anyone to love him. Angrily, screaming at himself (or well, at Ray, he had come to the conclusion that it was all that marshmallow's fault) he walked over to the garden. Nothing made him feel better than picking up flowers he knew Ray loved, and then destroying them immediately. It was a hobby of his to be honest.
As he walked through the beautiful garden, he had a mental conversation with himself, mostly about what he thought about....her.
Love....why would he want her to love him? It just didn't make any sense. Just why?
Because you love her.
A voice said, and Saeran immediately turned around, trying to find the idiot who said such a blatant lie.
Love her?
Love her?
In typical Saeran fashion, he scoffed and then tried to come up with a whole list of why his toy wasn't even worthy of his affection. Yet....when he tried to do it....his mind couldn't come up with anything.
Oh.
Oooh.
Oh fuck no.
Saeran ran a hand through his hair and sat on the nearby fountain. He noticed that it was right in front of her room, which still seemed to have the lights on.
Seriously what's that idiot doing awake still....and hey, why do I care?! Seriously, that airhead Ray might've fallen for her, but I'm definetly not going to follow the same path as that dumbass.
He sighed.
"Seriously....If there's a prize for rotten judgement....I guess I've already won that.
No girl is worth the aggravation
That's ancient history, been there, done that." He groaned as he buried his face in his hands and-
"Who d'you think you're kidding
She's the earth and heaven to you."
"HUH?!" Saeran quickly looked up, only to find....the gardener tending to the plants. Hm, the lack of sleep must be making him hear, and especially think, crazy things. He sighed and went back to placing his head on his hands but then-
"Try to keep it hidden,
Honey we can see right through you
Boy you can't conceal it
We know how you're feeling
Who you thiiiinking of!"
Saeran immediately stood up and looked around the garden once again. "Oi whoever is in here, you have three seconds to run before I go and rip your head off."
Silence.
Fucking finally. He thought, as he took a deep breath in and tried to go back into his mediative state.
He turned around to sit back on the corner of the fountain, when a believer appeared out of nowhere.
"The hell are you-" Saeran started, but the believed walked over to him with one finger in the air.
"Aghhhhhh" he said as he stopped in front of him. "Saeran....my boy....you're in love."
"WHAT!? NO WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, AND WHY ARE YOU EVEN- WHO DO YOU- I-' he stuttered, when anither believer came out of the bushes and placed a hand on Saeran's shoulder.
"Aw baby boy, why don't you just go and admit it?"
Another believer appeared from the other side and sighed dreamily. "It's a beautiful thing, so you shouldn't be afraid." The believer said, with a very high pitched voice.
"WHY ARE YOU-HUH!?"
"Love is a beautiful thing Saeran." Saeran heard a deep voice say in front of him, and he almost punched the believer in the face as he came out of the fountain, yes, wet robes and all.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?" Saeram screamed, but the believers (?) Only laughed and then proceeded to get together and strike a really weird group pose.
"We are...YOUR OWN PERSONAL MUSES! AND WE WON'T LEAVE, UNTIL YOU FINALLY REALIZE THE TRUTH!" They all said.
Saeran, who was now pretty annoyed because of the self proclaimed 'muses' and also because he forgot to bring his gun so now he had nothing to threaten them with and let out his anger and insecurities, glared at the group of people and crossed his arms.
"And what is this so called truth?" He asked. The muses smiled even more
"THAT YOU ARE IN.....LOVE!!!!"
Saeran swore he could see confetti suddenly fall from the sky and he let out a sarcastic chuckle.
"Yeah right. With who? MC? Please. I'd never be in love with her."
"But you are!" One of the muses said.
"Just admit Saeran!" Another one chipped in.
He was taken aback for a minute before he went back to giving them muses a deal glare. "I'm not admiting anything. This is stupid seriously, just go away."
"No! We won't! Until you say that you're in LOVE!* The deep voiced muse said and Saedan raised an eyebrow.
"What me?! Seriously?! In love? Please. I'm leaving if you're not, I'm not dealing with this bullshit."
Saedan quickly walked over to another side of the garden, when suddenly the muses appeared in front of him. He turned around, only to find the muses once again.
Everywhere he went, he saw them, and everytime his patience kept running thinner and thinner.
"JUST SAY YOU'RE IN LOVE SAERAN!"
He stopped in his tracks and turned around, stomping his foot.
"NO! No chance no way I won't say it, no...no!" He shook his head side to side and glared.
The muses groaned. "You swoon, you sigh, why deny it? Oh oh."
Saeran blushed. "B-because, it's too cliche! I won't say I'm in love!" He angrily walked over to a bush and glared at the flowers as if that would suddenly help him get rid of his problems. (It was a bush of forget me not's, one of Ray's favorite, ironically it seemed that's where his body took him, probably out of instinct.)
Angrily, he took one out and glared at it.
"Ugh...I thought my heart had learned its lesson...It feels so good when you start out. My head is screaming 'Get a grip boy..." He angrily threw the flower on the ground and stepped on it and let out an exasperated sigh. "Unless you're dying to cry your heart out...." He mumbled and then cursed as he saw the muses again.
"UGH BOY YOU CAN'T DENY IT!! Who you are is how you're feeling!"
"I don't even know what that means-! I-WHY ARE YOU SINGING- I DON'T LIKE HER!""
"Baby we're not buying!"
One of them (it also has to be the one that came out of the fountain due to the wet sleeves) poked Saeran's cheek and smirked.
"Hon we saw you hit the ceiling"
Saeran felt himself blush even more, a gasp escaping from his lips.
"Face it like a grown-up, when you gonna own up that you got, got, got it bad!"
Saeran groaned as he saw the believersline up in a single file and then proceed to do that dance move where each jumps out one after the other.
"God!! No chance no way I won't say it, no no!!!" Saeran stomped his foot once again and shook his head, like a toddler, and the muses rolled their eyes.
"She's just...she's so annoying. I hate her, I hate her face, her hair, her smile, the way her eyes light up when she talks, or how happy she looked when I showed her the garden..."
One if the muses laughed, bringing Saeran out of his trance.
"Give up, give in, check the grin you're in love!" They teased him, which made Saeran gape at them as if he was very offended.
"This scene won't play I won't say I'm in lo-UGH!!
"We'll do it until you admit you're in love!"
"Leave me alone!" Saeran stomped off towards the other side of the garden and the muses followed.
"You're way off base I won't say it...." The muses glared at him with a skeptical glance and he glared.
"Get off my case I won't say it" he growled and say on a bench near by, crossing his arms with his face all red.
"Boy don't be proud it's okay you're in love."-
.
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"Mister Saeran...Mister Saeran!"
Suddenly Saeran looked up to see the believer who was gardening before. "You fell asleep on the fountain...shall I get you anything?"
Saeran scoffed and pushed the believer's hand from his shoulder.
"Don't you dare to ever touch me again. Go away, I was just- just- ugh! Leave before I tell the others to prepare another cleansing ceremony."
The believer quickly nodded. "Yes sir, of course! I apologize!!!" He quickly left and Saeran watched as he ran away, and then he sighed.
Suddenly he found himself staring at....her room, and for some reason, he felt a very deep part of him glad that she was finally getting some sleep. Then, his eyes widened and he let out a sardonic laugh.
"Fuck....."
He looked back to the flowers and sighed a small, sad smile on his face. "Well....at least out loud....I won't say I'm in..... love."
The End
BONUS:
Believers: *Looking out from the window at the garden and Saeran.*
Believer N°643: Hey he's been sitting there for a while...
Believer N°262: yeah almost about 2 minutes and 32 seconds....
Believers:.....
Believer N°643: d'you recon we should wake him up?
Believer N°262: and immediately get massacred? Nah man, I have a wife, a kid! You wake him up.
Believer N°643: what no dude I don't want to die, I have dreams!
Believer N°262: *whispering but also yelling* YOU'RE IN A CULT YOU'RE NOT SUPPODED TO HAVE DREAMS WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!?
Believer N°643: THEY'RE IMPORTANT
Believer N°262: WHAT'S MORE IMPORTANT THAN THIS WHAT DO YOU EVEN WANT!?
Believer N°643:....... *Looks at the camera*
Believer N°262:.....
Believer N°643: Iwsnsssnsnsns
Believer N°262: what?
Believer N° 643: I...I want to start a band! It's...it's a work in progress but Carol and Jimmy have already agreed. It's going to be...it'll be cult based... probably.
Believer N°262: you....YOU STARTED A BAND AND DIDNT TELL ME!?
Believer N°643: IM SORRY
Believer N°262: I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS! WHAT ELSE ARE YOU KEEPING FFOM ME!?
Believer N°643: THE CHILD ISNT YOURS IM SORRY
Believer N°262: THAT- YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO ACTUALLY ANSWE- wait... Bartholomew the Second isn't mine...?
Believer N°643: *slowly shakes his head* ...no
Believer N°262:....dude.
Believer N°643: IT WAS A SATURDAY NIGHT AND YOU KNOW WHAT THE SAVIOUR DOES ON SATURDAY'S, WE HAD WAY YOO MUCH ELIXIR. ALSO IM YOUR FATHER.
Believer N°262: what THE FU-
Announcer: Join us next week in The Cult, it's like The Office but it's actually a cult, made my someone who has been writing for about an hour non-stop and it's actually 1AM in her time zone so she's clearly already loosing her mind, GOOD NIGHT FOLKS
*audience applause*
*The Office theme but cult version starts playing as the credits roll, THE END*
(I'm sorry I don't know what the fuck this is but my fingers just started typing it on their own I'm sorry pffff
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Thurs 30 May
Liam is on the cover of Esquire Middle East and it's here! There are A BUNCH of beautiful pictures of him, model Liam is real and is making a splash, but even better than that there's a really long and, dare I say it, GOOD interview with him?! It's way more than I can sum up here, I strongly recommend reading it, it's the most actual Content of this kind we've gotten from any of the boys in... I can't even remember. Great stuff and a reminder of what a sweet and thoughtful boy he is. He talks about his work finding himself and his place musically as a solo artist, about working through anxiety about not being able to go outside without fan encounters, about Bear, spoons, and he's angry on behalf of the people who are wrongly linked to him by the tabs saying, "I asked for this, I get paid very handsomely to be here and it’s part of my life and I get it... You can write what the f**k you want about me but when it comes to other people who work with me? That is not on" and if that isn't the most Liam™️ thing you've ever heard idk what is. Personally I was very interested in the things he had to say about writing with 1D; they're maybe not what people wanna hear but I still like to know what he thinks. He says, "it wouldn’t necessarily be my choice of music now—it wasn’t something that I would listen to—but I just knew how to make it, if that makes sense?” and "I’d rather not be remembered for a lot of those things. I want to make a really amazing album that’s not, like, important... I just want to make people move, if that makes sense?” And he says lots of other stuff! You should read it!
Today he went for a nice meal with some people at a rooftop restaurant which isn't too newsworthy but the fact that his trusty videographer was in a harness and roped to a strut so he could safely stand on the far side of the rail and get footage of the evening was exciting to know about. Going the extra mile!
A young terminally ill fan's mother pled with the internet to help her reach out to Harry to talk to her dying daughter in her last days, with success. Harry facetimed her and spoke to her about her Harry Styles blanket and his desire to get a dog, among other things, took a selfie with her, and sang Sweet Creature by request. And we saw a video he recorded for (and with) gucci model Miles Parker at the event the other night, asking Miles' long term girlfriend to prom on his behalf. Like high school prom. Is it normal for runway models to be so young? It's weird! Anyway... Harry also followed Steve Lacy on ig; Lacy is an openly queer musician and producer whose first solo LP came out last week. He was at the gucci after-party, prompting Harry to call, "love your album!" to him from the stage during his set with Stevie Nicks.
Niall's just innocently out there trying to be friendly with everyone (except Leeds) on twitter but too bad for you Niall, Louis is unable to pass up an opportunity to be shit and calls him right out. Niall: this football player is so good and also, delightful to be around! Louis, knowing damn well everyone can see every word: hmmm help me out here I'm just trying to remember, oh yeah didn't you in fact say that guy was a knobhead once? Hahaha! Luckily Niall's always up for some joking around and just gives him the laugh faces and a 'get outta here tommo.' Then he posted a sexy faced sitting-in-his-car selfie and talked about going to see Michael Buble and about how much he loves him which no one had anything to say about because he's definitely never called him a dickhead in private, Niall loves that guy.
And in Louis adjacent news, the pap who took the Portofino pics is... a hot mess. Surely you're supposed to know how to shush up when you work in a celebrity related field? Anyway after posting complaining about how he had to wait around forever for them to show up so he could take their pics, he tried to say it was totally natural and he didn't know they'd be there, but other people in the area talked about how Louis told them there was going to be a photographer and asked them if they were okay with being in the pics sooo... Oh yeah and he told the locals he'd been elsewhere in Italy but didn't say where. Then the pap reposted a bunch of peoples' posts of his pics like hey look it's me! But most of them were larry posts about how fake it all was so that was hilarious. Oh yeah also we found out that the hotel on the square where they were papped on the balcony is one of the cheapest in the area and not very nice, but yeah I'm sure Louis was staying there. Mhmm. What a trainwreck (only not really cause no one but us cares about this stuff but it's entertaining as hell.) Anyway also LTHQ is out there taking advantage of all the Louis talk to push for TOU acoustic again, well good for them I guess, though that also is, really, only for us.
#Liam Payne#harry styles#niall horan#louis tomlinson#Liam also said he'd rather have pillows thrown at him than spoons during concerts so jot that down#Liam#Harry#Louis#Niall#LTHQ#conor butler#michael buble#steve lacy#Esquire#bear payne#miles parker#stunts#paps#Portofino#30 May 19#did the Harry Styles blanket make me think about Harry Styles Cooks? you're damn right it did#this tag is for the little blip where the Venn diagram circles of discourse readers and fans of that fic overlap#ie one person#you know who you are
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Okay this can be a bit out of nowhere but I really would love Mia to tell Alex that she's bi at some point and would love to see his reaction or maybe him finding out her ex girlfriend or something? Because I didn't really like that they leaved it at "the whole lesbian thing was a lie" message from him and Mia didn't clarified things which actually idk maybe she will in the future but yeah if you 'd like to write that I'd be so happy. İyi günleer.
Hey!! It was so not out of nowhere because a lot of people including me want that cleared because they didn’t leave it at a nice point. So I had real fun writing this thank you for your prompt!!!
(Send in any of your prompts or requests for Druck, Original Skam or Skam Italia)
Not My Only Type
(Summary : Basically, the one where Mia tells Alex that she is bisexual. It’s filled with lots of Winterberg cuteness and flirty banter.)
Mia and Alex were chilling at her place. They’ve been a couple for some time now. Getting there wasn’t very easy. They had to deal with a lot of drama but in the end they found a way to each other and they weren’t planning on letting go. Right now, they were both lying on the bed. Mia was reading a book and Alex was scrolling through his phone. After a while Alex put his phone to the side and turned to Mia:
“What are you reading?”
Mia lifted the book with a smile to show him the title while saying it out loud:“The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath.”
She put the book on her lap and put on her most sarcastic tone and smile:
“I don’t suppose you’ve heard of her.”Alex straigtened up and made a surprised face:
“I’m offended, Mia Amalie Winter. Of course I’ve heard of her.”
Alex loved calling Mia by her full name. It was kinda his reply to Mia calling him Axel.
Mia straightened up too:
“Really?” she said still keeping her smile.
Alex shook his head with a smile too.
“Really.” Then he cleared his throat and started to talk with the most serious expression and voice:
“And the villagers never liked you / They are dancing and stamping on you / They always knew it was you / Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through”
Then he acted like he was greeting an audience while Mia was smiling at him fondly. The smile was not only because it turns out Alexander Hardenberg knew Sylvia Plath poems by heart but also because of the particular poem he chose. Unfortunately, both had some “daddy issues”. She didn’t want them to dwell on that now, they were happy and joking around so she clapped and said:
“Well, well Axel you surprise me everyday.”
Alex realized that Mia picked on the poem he just recited and he loved that she didn’t brought that up. She already knew he didn’t like to talk about his family but she was always there if he needed to talk. Just like Alex was always there if she needed to talk or vent too.
“That’s my job, Mia Amalie Winter. And to think you used to say I wasn’t your type.” He finished off with a smirk.
At the moment Mia remembered that she never really cleared her sexual orientation with Alex. Not that she thought he wouldn’t approve of it or anything but between them getting together and dealing with all the stuff it wasn’t their topic of priority to talk about. She realized that she shouldn’t keep this wrapped up too long because they promised they would open with each other. So, she decided to come out to her boyfriend during their flirty banter.
“Okay, I admit it. You are my type but not my only type.”
She was impatiently waiting for his answer. He didn’t say anything for a moment and Mia kinda thought she messed it up like it wasn’t the time but turns out it just took a few seconds for Alex to get what she meant. He raised his eyebrows and asked:
“Sooo, that means you are not straight?”
He opted with ‘not straight’ because he didn’t want to put any labels on her before she said something. Mia nodded approvingly:
“Yeah. I’m bisexual.”
Then without giving Alex a time to reply she continued her explanation:
“I played it like I was a lesbian to get rid of you. Sorry.” She said while shrugging off his shoulders. “I know it wasn’t cool but I couldn’t think of anything else at the time.”
Alex knew despite their openness and the fact that Mia wasn’t hesitant to state her sexuality she was still nervous. So he smiled reassuringly and said:
“I’m just happy that you don’t want to get rid of me now.”
Mia chuckled to that and said:
“You made that pretty hard for me.”
In return Alex chuckled too:
“Yeah wasn’t my best moves.” He knew he was being a bit forceful back then but that’s what he thought would get Mia’s attention. Then he continued:
“I’m happy that you shared this with me. That act might have been a little offensive to some but I’m not judging you, ever. And you did that because of me so.”
Mia smiled again while shaking her head and Alex reached for her hand to hold it. He gave her a squeeze and then added:
“You can always be yourself with me Mia. I’ve already accepted you as you are that includes all your issues and identities too. I’m the proud boyfriend of an amazing, kind, humanitarian, cliche hipster, bisexual, feminist.”
Mia was smiling so big now and she was almost on the verge of happy tears. Alex was nothing like she expected and she was seeing that more and more everyday. With everything he said and with every touch she was falling more and more in love. So, she leaned into kiss him and it was the softest kiss they ever had. When they broke apart Mia whispered:
“Thank you.”
Then Alex took her in his arms and they lied back on the bed. Alex started playing with her hair and realizing once more just how much he loved her. After a while lying with silence and peace Alex said with a smirk:
“Oh shoot, now I’m gonna have to compete with lots of more people because who wouldn’t fall in love with you Mia Amalie Winter.”
Mia laughed and turned to him to have another kiss. They both knew they found their one.
(A couple of notes:
-Mia and Alex as we’ve seen in the last 2 clips has a lot of flirty banter and I think that’s so cute so I added a lot of that. Obviously, Mia would read the feminist and a female writer icon Sylvia Plath. But I think because of an earliler clip of s2, Alex is pretty educated and cultured too. Like I think they would have a lot of common interests but have different opininons on things.
-I hope Druck would adress Mia’s sexuality at some point!! Please don’t become problematic @ druck.
-Lastly, the poem is called “Daddy” if you want to check it out. It also has lots of Germany references so that’s why I thought it would actually fit.)
#winterberg#druck#mia winter#alexander hardenberg#mia x alex#alex x mia#mia amalie winter#skam druck#druck fanfic
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Sick Keith Drabble (Sickdays 3.0)
Sooo I’m trying to particupate in Sickdays 3.0 but i’m reeeeeeally insecure. I was gonna write a casual drabble for the 29th prompt (basically alternative and/or questionable remedies) and somehow it’s turned into a five page Keith whump and angst-fest. But I’m mid-writing and super disheartened and unsure how to end it? So here’s a tiny portion of it. Does anyone think this is any good at all? If so, please let me know because it will literally be my first ever sickfic posted and I’m soooo scared. Feedback would be really, really appreciated? Because I want to post the full thing on Saturday but idk i’m scared?
Warning: pretty graphic descriptions of vomit
~read the warning plzzzz~
He can barely see now that he’s up here because his head is pounding and he feels like he’s just spinning. but being off the ground and spinning around is making his stomach roll. He can’t see and he isn’t even sure why but everything is a horrid neon colored blur and he can’t breathe, he can’t think, he can’t figure out what to do.
“Keith, what’s the matter?” he hears Lance ask him in a much too panicked voice, and next thing he knows, vomit is gushing up and out from his mouth.
With zero warning and one violent gag, a massive wave of vomit bursts up his throat and fills his mouth so suddenly that his it just sort of falls open. He’s spinning so hard he can’t see anything but a whoosh of purple but he feels it as it gushes down his face and all down the front of his chest. Mortified and panicked, he tries to lean forward to at least aim for a retch at the floor but he can’t tell where his body is anymore and he gets about a half a second before another wave is rushing out.
It’s all liquid, hot, sticky and purple, so it quite literally bubbles up out of his throat and cascades down his body as Keith turns his head around, trying to lean down, but succeeding in spinning his dizzy head around so it’s all over his shirt.
It won’t stop.
He realizes this when the next gag comes and he starts to choke and his vision grows dark around the edges. He doesn’t know where he is anymore, if he’s still up on the weird cloud chair and raining puke down on the party guests but everything hurts so much he can’t register any of it.
And then suddenly, everything pitches violently sideways, Keith tries not to tumble over on his side, but something stops him and lurches him back into place. As the next wave of vomit comes it doesn’t go all over his chest.
“Okay, it’s okay, I’ve got you, we don’t want you to choke.”
And then he begins to register the sound of shrieks of terror and disgust. He can’t see clearly; everything’s still looking like the view from a tilt-a-whirl but he can tell that it’s the Alonians, scattering away from him in horror. When he looks down at himself and everything in his close vicinity, all he sees is purple, which he knows is his own mess and it’s everywhere.
“Jesus, Keith, what did you have?”
Keith tries to reply, but he’s cut off by a retch that’s violent and loud now, rather than the violent rush. He brings up one last mouthful of burning and sour liquid that burns his throat and up his nose. This throws him into a round of dry heaving that shakes his entire body as he hiccups and pants, stomach now empty but his body still very, very upset.
As he heaves and drools, the spinning slows down and his vision shifts into clarity more and more. He regains consciousness of his body again, only to be taken over by painful retches rather than uncontrollable spouts of vomit. He can’t decide which is worse because before it didn’t hurt.
And now it really, really does. Every retch makes his head feel like he’s being stabbed, makes his throat and nose sting, and his entire torso ache. It all hurts so much—Keith has been stabbed, has walked on broken bones, has fallen down flights of stairs but this hurts worse.
As he heaves uselessly over the floor, the painful thought flits through his head:
I want Shiro.
He never likes to admit to himself how much comfort he took in Shiro’s steady presence, his sometimes overbearing but good-natured concern and care. Keith depended on it, knew that no matter how often he rejected it, Shiro’s support would be there when Keith needed it.
He wants Shiro here now. Because he has no idea how he’s going to get through this.
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japan week three ➜ ryosei’s summer thanks event
on july 16th, i had the chance to attend ryosei (8th inui)'s summer event & meet him!!
this was more of a just for fun ~i want to give back to my fans~ kind of event rather than one commemorating the release of a DVD or photobook or the like. i had no idea what to expect, but it ended up being sooo much fun!! this is my favorite event i attended.
i was sitting in the middle of the very first row of the venue, which was both nervewracking and wonderful. the venue wasn't full, but there were still a lot of us, and everyone had so much energy and was so nice!! it felt really cozy and fun.
the event kicked off with a talk section between ryosei & the MC, as well as a Q&A from the fans. they mostly went over ryosei's work within the past few months... when his hatsukoi monster character was brought up, the MC said ryosei kinda was like his character (a crazy fanboy of a young boy who dresses like a cute girl) and called him a pervert... ryosei didn't deny anything and even said "yes i'm pervert-san i look forward to working with you"... i... don't even... know...
when talking with the MC, ryosei was so loud and chatty, but when answering fans' questions he does this ADORABLE thing where he gives these really long detailed answers, and his voice gradually gets lower as he talks more & more... he would ramble a little and it was ADORABLE. i really appreciated him putting so much thought into his answers to fans' questions.
my favorite question was when a fan asked him about makeup.
Fan: "having been in tenimyu, you had to do your own makeup for 2 years. how is it to leave that work to makeup artists now?"
Ryosei: "you know, makeup artists do a great job, but there's moments where i have to tell them things like, that's not my foundation color, you made my face darker than my neck!! or things like that."
i thought that was really interesting bcuz i always had been curious about that; some tenimyu boys are so skilled at doing their makeup, and then you see how they look when other people do it for them, and... well.
being in the first row and sitting near where ryosei was, i felt like he was looking in my direction so often and it was so intimidating!! he's such a chill guy but he's also so beautiful and tall... he is. SO beautiful. i was especially happy because most of his freckles & beauty marks were visible thanks to how light his makeup was hehehe... also he has the most amazing cheekbones and these GIGANTIC hands actually that might be scary more than anything
he then brought his guests in: kodai (8th taka), tsuji (3rd higashikata) & . the guests were announced way after we got the lottery results & our tickets, so i was so amazingly happy that i'd get the chance to see kodai & tsuji.
the first thing they did together was this adlib skit competition. the MC would give them a specific prompt and then they each had to come up with a skit about it. the crowd would then vote for our favorite one.
the themes were:
- you're the teacher and your student just graduated;
- confessing to your childhood friend;
- you confess but the person is already taken.
ryosei won the first one, but kodai won the other two!! he was just so pure and good it's no wonder... ryosei was like THIS IS MY EVENT WHY ARE YOU ALL VOTING FOR HIM ughhffjcsg
tsuji would get embarrassed & laugh in the middle of each of his skits, it was so cute!!
i really liked their skits for the third one. kodai's was like, "ah, really? well, that's fine!! i wish you all the best!!" while ryosei's was, "oh, okay then. bye. *turns & walks away*". i laughed SO hard. i feel like there was truly this dating game pattern of kodai being the sweet harmless guy, tsuji being the awkward goof & ryosei being the flirty, crazy and rude one. XD
then it was time for the performance numbers. okay, i really had NO idea any of this would happen AT ALL. it was kinda shocking...
so, ryosei & tsuji start talking about how they both love kpop... (a thousand red alarms go off in my head)... and how they... learned a choreography... (by then i'm already ready to die of embarrassment)... and so...
ryosei & tsuji did this entire dance cover complete with lipsynching of BTS' i need u? live on that stage? while i was in the first row? i'm still mentally scarred honestly?
but the worse is that. i actually. really enjoyed it. they're both really good dancers and were seriously going hard on that stage and they're both very tall you know... so when they did those sexy body rolling & neck touching & etc moves i was like OHHH. NOOOOOOOO
i honestly wish they had recorded it because despite how scarred i am i would definitely have rewatched that 488558 times. ryosei's legs...
afterwards all four of them sang kiseki by green boys? it was really pretty. ryosei did the rap part and it was so funny he is such a goof... however tsuji definitely stole the show with his wonderful singing~ poor ryosei keeps getting outshined at his own event...
afterwards, ryosei introduced his college friend, one of the first people he met after moving to tokyo. i thought it was really cool and sweet of ryosei to have invited this totally normal guy to his event! his friend was so quiet and shy, it was so cute to watch them.
the reason why ryosei had invited his friend was so he could play the guitar as ryosei sang his own songs. yes!! ryosei is apparently an amateur singer-songwriter now!!
it was a very heartfelt and sincere and lovely moment. ryosei isn't the best singer out here, but he still sounded so sweet, and the songs were really emotional. the second one was about going back to your hometown, coming home. when ryosei described his feelings behind the song, a lot of people in the crowd teared up, ryosei made fun of us!! (and then teared up himself while singing it.)
afterwards, it was time for us to meet ryosei. we could take a cheki, talk to him & personally hand him our letters.
what i thought was really cool about this event is that the cheki was included in the base price ticket. a lot of events require you to do crazy things or spend a ridiculous amount of money to get a cheki. (i bought 3 photobooks to get my cheki with zaiki LOL)
as expected, ryosei was so incredibly calm and casual. he greeted me and we took the cheki, please take note of how huge his hands are next to mine when i already have rather large hands... it was almost scary to watch girls and their small hands doing heart shapes with him i'm terrified
i told him how much i loved all of his roles especially jek and jouetsu and orion and INUI!! and how i've been supporting him from canada since he debuted in tenimyu and how i love his ""energy"" on stage (idk how to compliment extra-ness in jp).
he held my hand very firmly and warmly and he's sooo quiet and calm, idk why he does this thing where he's constantly yelling at his friends but basically whispers to his fans but it's so sweet... he is so beautiful and his soft face looks like cookies & cream what with his freckles... and his big smile is so cute!! he looked really surprised when i gave him my letter, maybe he didn't expect me to be able to write XD
i then went out to the goods area. honestly, i regret not buying more things. his photosets were GORGEOUS, the concepts, poses, expressions, outfits, image quality, everything were so much better than the bromides i got from everything & everyone else this month. no offense, but...
the cutest thing was the collection of cheki on sale. there were hundreds of unique shots: all hand signed & captionned by ryosei. i regret only getting one of them... i'll share higher quality pictures of the goods i got at this event at a later date.
as i mentioned, this was the objectively best event i attended this month. ryosei isn't even one of my top 10 actors or anything, but he's such a charming & entertaining guy. i'm really thankful to have met him & glad he treated me so kindly. i hope i can see him again!!!
thank you for reading this report!!
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ARGH - I saw your post about asks and I LOVE LOVE LOVE spamming people asks because DISCUSSING this stupid book series I'm obsessed with is so much fun??? So um hoping you're still up for that because I wanted to ask you: If you write fanfiction, would you accept this prompt for either Nessian or Moriel: Terminal Illness! AU (GIMME ANGST). If not I always love finding out what people think about characters outside of what canon tells us. So: What do you think Az's like when he opens up/is drunk?
Hello! Omg, this is so exciting. Thank you so much for this ask, ahhh! This is gonna be a jumble of thoughts, just so you know. If I did write, idk, I could definitely write Moriel, but to me there’s a fine line between ‘enjoyable hurt’ and ‘actually sad’, and terminal illness definitely fits into the ‘actually sad’ section, sooo I probably wouldn’t write a prompt like this, but if it’s like either Mor/Az is sick or something, then I could write that (just not very well, lol).
Okayyyy, when Az is drunk (which I’m guessing wouldn’t be too often), I think he’s like just that little bit more relaxed, but that doesn’t mean he’s not broody or closed-off. I reckon he gets really sleepy and his eyelids are just drooping while he rests his chin on the heel of his palm on top of the table at Rita’s, waiting for Mor to go home. His head is leaning back and his mouth is dropping open, elbow slipping back and suddenly he’s awoken by a loud bang that he deduces to be his head hitting the edge of the table. He pats his mouth region, feeling a slimy texture coat his fingers. Of course- add drooling on himself like a man-baby to the list of ways he’s embarrassed himself tonight.
Okay, I don’t know what that was but I hope you enjoyed it lol.
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