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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 3 months

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spellbound: spy

epilogue/bonus ch!

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you knock on megumi's door, your heartbeat ringing loudly in your ears. you're not sure why you're so nervous. you and him have been dating for a few weeks now, but you can't help it. just the mere idea of him is enough to wake the butterflies in your stomach. It's odd to think of how you used to mistake these feelings for hatred. but you two are beyond that now; that part of your lives is over. megumi opens the door with a grin on his face, and it's off-putting to anyone but you—he can't not smile around you anymore.

"hey megs-"

your sentence is interrupted by him cupping your face and fervently locking his lips with yours. kissing you as hungrily and urgently, if not even more, as he did the night you confessed. you push him off of you.

"jeez, can you at least let me say hi first, stalker?"

"sorry," he says flippantly, not actually sorry at all, as his face flushes bright pink.

"so what's on the agenda today?" you ask as you walk past him into his house. "some more horror movies, maybe-"

megumi stops you in your tracks by grabbing you by your waist, his arms wrapping around you, and drawing you into him, your back flush against his chest. "are you gonna kiss me back yet? you already said hi."

"you're awfully affectionate today, megs." you swivel around in his hold to face him, pushing a few strands of his hair out of his face as you entreat, "let me guess yuji and nobara aren't home?"

megumi sheepishly averts his attention to the floor.

"knew it. I have to practically fight you just to get a kiss when they're here."

"it's embarrassing..."

you gawk, feigning offense. "oh, so loving me is embarrassing?"

his gaze snaps back to your face, worried you're serious, but when he sees the shit-eating grin you're adorning, megumi rolls his eyes. "ok, you know what I meant. stop it."

"I know," you say cheerfully, before finally leaning in and giving him what he wants—sort of. you purposely pull away the moment you feel him melt into and deepen the kiss.

"now chop chop, these movies won't watch themselves!"

"I hate you."

"oh, I'm sure you do, stalker."

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Inumaki, nobara, and yuji are all giggling like crazy as maki unlocks the door, while yuuta attempts to shush them, considering it’s late and they are trying to be stealthy here.

with the door now unlocked, maki doesn’t open it; instead, she turns around and scolds, “can you guys shut up?”

“oh, cmon, babe, aren’t you excited? we’re about to catch megumi and y/n being all lovey-dovey!” nobara pouts, suddenly hanging onto her girlfriend's arm like a koala.

"well, we’re not gonna catch anyone if you guys don’t be quiet,” yuuta quips under his breath.

maki nods. "thank you, yuuta.”

"you guys are no fun, oh my god,” Inumaki says through a quiet groan.

“for real!” yuji exclaims, slightly exasperated. “we didn’t suffer through weeks of them being insufferable just for us to never see them happy together!”

“do you think maybe this is why,” maki says, unimpressed.

“maki, my love, shut up,” nobara gruffs before placing a chaste kiss on maki’s cheek. "you're literally an accomplice right now, so don’t pretend you’re not trying to catch them being losers either... now open the door, cmon we’re wasting time!”

"yeah, megumi has probably already sensed our presence by now,“ yuji whines.

yuuta’s brows knit together, looking and sounding slightly concerned as he asks, “what?”

yuji shrugs nonchalantly. "yeah, I don't know; he has like a sixth sense.”

maki rolls her eyes. “or maybe it’s because you guys aren't discreet at all.”

“oh my fucking god, maki, just open the damn door,” Inumaki snaps. “all this yapping, and for what?”

nobara nods. “yeah, babe, listen to Inumaki.”

“dear lord, help us all,” maki murmurs quietly as she turns back toward the door.

the three of them are all attempting to control their giggles as maki and yuuta eye each other. yuuta merely shrugs, and maki sighs before quietly opening the front door. Immediately, it’s dark; the only light coming in is the porch light from the front door.

“are they not home?” yuji asks through a whisper, squinting as if that will speed up his eyes adjustment to the darkness.

nobara frowns. “they have to be; they said they would!”

“fuck, maybe they found us out,” Inumaki adds.

maki suggests blankly, “have we considered turning on a light yet, maybe.”

yuuta walks toward the light switch, mumbling, "I'll do it.”

It takes a minute for everyone's eyes to adjust, but once they do, everyone goes wide-eyed at the scene in front of them. you and megumi are asleep on the couch. you’re on top of him, lying on his chest, and buried in his arms. small content smiles on both of your faces.

yuji chokes back a squeal. “no way, no way, no way!!”

“oh my god, maki, hold me; I'm gonna collapse,” nobara quickly says before throwing herself into her girlfriend's arms.

maki stumbles slightly as she mutters, "I might collapse too; this is sickening.”

yuuta can’t help but smile. "aw, wait, this is so cute."

“right?” Inumaki instantly agrees. “look at them cuddling asleep, oh my god," he pauses momentarily. "I suddenly have the urge to kick y/n.”

maki’s glare practically burns holes into Inumaki. "don't you dare.”

"If you touch me, I'll kill you.”

everyone’s head snaps toward you, slightly startled from not expecting you to say anything considering you were asleep—or at least they thought you were.

“oh my god, haha!" Inumaki laughs nervously. “heyyy, we were just talking about you.”

you roll your eyes and slowly lift your head to look at all of them, before gently resting your chin back down on megumi’s chest. “you guys are so loud; maybe work on that next time you wanna spy on us.”

“we tried telling them to be quiet,” yuuta explains.

maki adds, “they don’t know what that is.”

you scoff, “clearly.”

“Is megs awake?” yuji asks.

“nope,” you say, quickly glancing at megumi, who’s still sound asleep. “you think I'd still be on his chest right now if he were?”

nobara half-shrugs in agreement. “you’re right, he’d go into cardiac arrest... shy ass bitch.”

you can't help but snort, which you immediately regret because megumi stirs awake.

“who are you talking to?” he slurs with his eyes still closed.

"shh, no one, go back to sleep,” you coo.

megumi’s face scrunches up, evidently suspicious, and the moment you see his eyes begin to open, you slap your hands over them.

“y/n, stop covering my eyes.”

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

you barely have a second to process what's happening before megumi sits up, your hands dropping off his face as you grab onto his shirt to save yourself from falling. he also wraps his arms around your waist to help. now sitting up, with you in his lap, he looks around and finds the rest of the group smiling like idiots at the whole ordeal. megumi flushes deep red as he turns to look back at you, who’s smiling menacingly.

he gulps, not liking the way you’re looking at him. “y/n…”

although you’re already on his lap and in his arms, the force with which you slam yourself against him pushes him back down onto the couch, and now back in your original positions, you smother kisses all over his face. megumi somehow flushes an even darker red as he attempts to push you off him in embarrassment, and his embarrassment only grows worse when he can hear yuuta, yuji, Inumaki, and nobara either cooing or laughing while maki is pretending to gag.

"I thought you didn’t hate me anymore,” megumi asks through a pout, still attempting to evade your kisses.

"I don't,” you say before pressing your lips against his.

megumi kisses you back and uses the opportunity to snake his hands up and grab your face, pulling it away from his and effectively stopping you from kissing him anymore. “then why are you torturing me like this.”

you simply smile. “cause you're cute when you get all embarrassed.”

megumi pushes you off of him and onto the couch as he stands up, scoffing, “fuck off.”

you laugh as you sit up properly. "you wound me, stalker; I can feel my soulmate mark fading as we speak.”

megumi looks down at you blankly. “you're literally not funny. like at all.”

nobara seems to suddenly appear out of thin air by megumi’s side, slinging her arm over his shoulders as she coos, “and everyone booed when I said me and y/n would marry into the same family.”

maki rolls her eyes and pulls her girlfriend off megumi. “neither of us are married, nobara.”

“yet…”

megumi rolls his eyes. “shut up, nobara.”

yuji, who has just been enjoying recording the bickering between you and megumi up until now, lifts his head from his phone. “hey megs?”

“what?”

"have you told gojo anything? cause like he's asking me how you are, and I don't wanna spill the beans…”

"wow, you're closing your fat ass mouth for once?”

you don't hesitate to kick megumi in the shins for that and scold him through clenched teeth, telling him to be nice.

yuji is unphased. "don't play with me right now. your life is in my hands.”

megumi clears his throat. "...I'll text him.”

-ok ignore that i accidentally posted this last night coughs.

-ANYWAY YIPPEE BONUS CH!

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-sorry the layout is so weird i wouldnt have been able to include gojo's messages in here had i screenshotted the written part like i usually do but i rlly wanted to add papa gojo!!

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meanbossart · 3 months

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i just need to take a second to gush about how much i love durge drow and astarion, they feel so fleshed out and perfectly written together in their fucked up wretched ways. They really inspire me to write more for my own tavs, hopefully one day ill be able to say im as happy with my own work as i get when seeing yours. I have to ask though, do you have any tips on drawing head shapes and faces? or maybe about wrinkles? i find i really struggle with that stuff when drawing and i adore how expressive and grungey all your art looks!

First of all thank you so much, I love hearing what people think of the two of them together 😭

Honestly you've hit on something that's quite near and dear to my heart, I love developing and figuring how to draw and stylize different faces to get the most unique, interesting looking results - everything about the details is highly rewarding to me. What does x type of nose look like from this angle? In this style? How can this eyeshape best translate to my art? How different does a face look when its making this expression? What does that MOUTH DO? etc etc.

In fact you kind of inspired me to put a little tutorial/guide together the last hour lmao and what a blessing it is that the two current subjects of this blog serve as great models here, being that their faces are basically polar opposites!

When it comes to heads, you've probably heard it a dozen times before that you want to think of them in terms of geometry and facets; my process to drawing them is pretty conventional so I won't spend too much time on it, but it goes something like this:

Obviously I don't do every single one of these steps most of the time, which is just something that comes from practice/developing muscle memory, but it is helpful to start off this way for two main reasons:

By making these guide lines and splitting a head into pieces like this, you'll have an easier time seeing and understanding it as a multidimensional object, and in turn, facilitate It for you when you venture out into doing wacky angles and lighting.

Making different headshapes starts HERE. notice how Astarion's "face" slate is narrower and longer, how my durge's jaw pieces sit lower on the head, how all of the same pieces came together in the same way but we ended up with one real pointy elf and a real brick of a drow - making characters look different successfully begins very early in the sketching process.

The next thing you want to do branches out into every day life: start noticing yours and other people's facial features. How does an upturned nose look from a high angle? How does the size of someone's cheekbones affect what they look like when they smile? How about when the light hits them a certain way? Does someone's lip shape changes when they pout? When they laugh? How does a person's hairline change the shape of their face? You do NOT need to creepily sketch every stranger you see on the bus, but get into the habit of actually noticing what people look like when you talk to them - when you look at pictures, when you watch movies - make a mental list of interesting ways mouths, noses, and eyes can come together in a variety of different proportions to make completely distinct looking mugs, and how they change depending on how you are looking at them.

Light and shadow play a HUGE role in how faces look, too, basically as crucial as actual bone structure does. As you see up there I tried to rough out how natural, head on, and underhead light would look on these two very different looking guys, and while we can see definite patterns, there are small differences that come to be because of the sizes and shapes of their features.

Here is a very, very basic look at how some of these features come to look the way they do, how they interact with one another, and how they compare between a blocky, rather conventionally "masculine" head and one that's much softer and slimmer.

Note please that it is not one or two characteristics that give a chaarcter their "look"; you can reduce a face to eyes, mouth, and nose through stylization and still have them be recognizable, but if you want to do more than that, you have to consider the whole package! Chin, cheeks, brows, direction of the jaw, slope and size of the forehead, depth of eyes, ridge of the nose, etc - I know this is probably far more than you bargained for, but if you start making note of a FEW of these things now and slowly add on, this will eventually become second nature to you.

Similarly, understanding how these characteristics come together will help you with rendering light and shadow in a realistic way, and predicting what their facial expressions may look like - if no two people are alike, neither are their smiles. :)

Lastly, remember that I'm no expert - I have developed my own methods and semiotics and yours may look slightly (or vastly) different, and that's fine! I hope only that by sharing this it has given you a base to work off of.

Anyways, I HOPE this has been helpful and not just the unsolicited ramblings of a face pervert.

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luveline · 9 months

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Oh please do a blurb with hotch and shy!reader😭

ty for ur request! fem!reader

The sky has turned a brilliant shade of honeysuckle purple when you leave work that night. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of it, the winter air crisp and cold where it nips at your nose.

"We haven't seen the sunset in a while," Hotch says, stopping at your side.

You glance between him and the breathtaking sky sheepishly. "Not one like this," you say.

He looks up with you. You haven't felt this brand of wonder in so long, it's better than a hit of any drug. The purple transcends into a cherry pink that sinks further to a buttery orange. The horizon is cut apart by dark buildings, the sun hidden, huge shadows stretching from their monolith figures.

You snap out of it, pulling your coat tighter. Hotch spends a frankly unhealthy amount of time behind a desk. You doubt he wants to stand watching the sky change colours with you when he could be home, unwinding for the night.

Stepping toward the parking lot, you're quickly stopped, a big hand enclosing your own. "Wait a second, honey," Hotch says.

Your pulse explodes at the pet name. You're more used to his touch, but even that makes you nervous. He slides his fingers between yours and squeezes them together.

"Uh," you say, hating yourself for how awkward you are.

You don't suppose Hotch has done much hand-holding lately. Do older men hold hands? But he does it expertly, thumb drawing a steady back and forth, his grip not strangling nor limp. You take a hesitant step toward him and let your arms press together.

Following his lead, you look back up. A white trail arcs across an otherwise unblemished sky. Your pulse is so loud you worry Hotch can hear it.

"Are you happy?" he asks.

You follow the white trail to the start, where an plane bisects the sky. "Yeah."

"With me?" he asks.

He deserves to be looked at and reassured, but it's all you can do to stay standing in one space. Intimacy makes you nervous —you want it badly, but getting it is almost painful sometimes, unused to the intensity of being cared for as Hotch cares for you.

"I've never been this happy in my life," you confess. You wonder how you both look, two silhouettes in the darkening landscape outside of your office, faces turned up to the purple-pink sky, hand in hand.

Hotch kisses you on the cheek. His smile is palpable. "I'm happy, too. Now let's go home. Your face is like ice."

You look down and let him lead you to the parking lot. Your cheeks soon heat with the pleasure of his affection, though he doesn't need to know that. The colder he believes you to be, the freer his doting comes as you reach the car. "Are you still cold, honey? I'll turn the heaters on."

You combust in the passenger seat of his car as he pulls out of his suit jacket and spreads it over your legs, giving your thigh a quick squeeze through fabric. It stays there as long as it can, rubbing up and down, trying to create some friction. It's pointless (you're piping hot by this point), but you won't tell him. You're enjoying the feeling, and honestly, you probably couldn't form intelligible conversation if you wanted to.

Hotch pretends not to notice. He'll tease you with it at another time, you're sure.

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mugiwarahostclub · 8 months

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Some of the one piece men as boyfriends

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤluffy, zoro, sanji, ace, law,ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ shanks, bartolomeo editionㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤmale/fem/non bi reader ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤone piece world setting

— LUFFY

He'll interact with you the same way he does with his closest friends, but he would probably be careful when he carries you around just like he does with Robin. You'll have to initiate every hugs and kisses, cause he'll only jump on you and hug you first if you two haven't seen each other for a month or more. Over all, I think he'd treat you as a bestfriend rather than a lover, trying to make you laugh, making you the first person he shows random things to, etc.

Y/n: Hi Luffy~ Happy 3rd anniversary!

Luffy: ... Eh? Anniversary?

Y/n: Wh- Luffy, we've been dating for 3 years now...

Luffy: Yosh ! Anniversary ! Let's have Sanji cook *stretches himself to kitchen*

— ZORO

This guy values man codes or whatever, so he'd probably be the type to show affection towards you through actions, not words. Sick? Would quickly find the nearest pharmacy and give the medicine to Chopper. Hungry? Would kill the largest fish present and give it to you, it's up to you to cook it though. Sad? Well, he's not very good at comforting and will just end up telling you about the harsh reality of the world, then give you some wise advice afterwards like most grandpas do.

Y/n: Love you, Zoro

Zoro: Hm *cooly smirks with his eyes closed*

Y/n: ... I love you, Zoro

Zoro: *continues to smirk in a cool way, still staying silent cause he knows that you're aware deep down that he loves you back*

Y/n: Man.. just say it back

— SANJI

Boyfriend material. Would gladly simp and swoon over you. Sanji likes to make every woman feel like a princess though, so he'd still fanboy over girls and treat them well too. He would immediately reassure you after complimenting/serving a girl in front of you. Kissing them is where he'd draw a line. I mean, I would hope so.

Sanji to a random woman: Oh, your hair is just lovely~

Sanji: A-ah..! *quickly stands next to Y/n* Of course! Your hair is very lovely as well, Y/n! Oh~♡⁠ how the faint scent of your welcoming shampoo just wraps me around and— (he goes on for a few minutes)

— ACE

He'd be a supportive and loyal boyfriend, affectionate and would recklessly fight anyone who'll drag your name in the mud. Though he'll tell you a lot of stories about his little brother Luffy even though you didn't ask for them. If Luffy's around, he will probably not spend as much time with you like he'd normally do.

[ Y/n and Ace on a date ]

Ace: and then.. Luffy ran away, so me and Sabo also ran away! Hahahaha!

Y/n: Ahahahaha.. that's sooo funny... (has heard that story a million times already)

— LAW

It'll be hard to communicate with this guy, he's not the type to say what he's feeling at first. Though, as his feelings build up inside of him, he'd just eventually burst it all out soon in an angry manner. He'd probably give you physical affection with a straight face if you asked for it. I think he'd watch over you closely from time to time, walking up behind you just to tell you if something could damage your health. He won't force you to take care of yourself, but he will say 'i told you so' when you later suffer the consequences.

Y/n: *grabs chocolate from the fridge*

Law: *comes up from behind out of nowhere*

Y/n: Wha-? Law??? Where did you-?

Law: Chocolate at midnight is not very good... *walks away*

— SHANKS

I think he'd be a cute and shy boyfriend when he's sober. When he's drunk, maybe he could be a bit more honest with his feelings. Goodluck getting this guy to spend more time with you though, cause he'd probably use him being a captain as an excuse to not give you affection, when really he's just shy. He only tells you that he loves you when he's about to leave.

Y/n: Shanks! Let's go on a date!

Shanks: *blushes* .. oh.. haha, sorry Y/n, captain stuff-

Y/n: What? but you just got here

Shanks: Gotta go! Bye! *is already in a distance* Love you!

— BARTOLOMEO

Your relationship will consist of you, him.. and his unhealthy obsession with the strawhats.

Bartolomeo: Y/n, have you seen my limited edition Luffy figurine?!?!??

Y/n: Honey, it's 2 in the morning.. go back to bed....

Bartolomeo: ITS LIMITED EDITION, Y/N!

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somnambulic-thing · 7 months

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wrong number 2.2k

A/N: Just had an idea for a fic I will very probably never write in a fully flashed out way because I have a million wips and no attention span and no deisre to have more wips but don't want to fully let this idea go to waste so here it goes in very shortened form and probably very messy and rough.

Eddie x afab!reader || imagine them in their early/mid 30s

cw: mental health themes, reader has a broken leg, angsty shit, fluff, happy end

You moved cities to have a fresh start after a rough time came to an even rougher but long overdue end. You know nobody here, a clean slate to draw new blueprints on.

Two weeks in and despite your grumpy hermit ways, you are friendly with some of your neighbours already. They are nice, helpful people which is a win you take like it was a million bucks.

Three weeks in, you fall down a flight of stairs, break your leg and bump your head. Brilliant.

Back from the ER you sink into your bed, looking at still unpacked boxes and biting back bitter tears of frustration when your phone beeps. You eye it suspiciously, anxious your past might be knocking already, bloodhounds of days past sniffing your weakend state and their chance to inflict a little more pain.

You figure you're overracting, turn on the sceen and find a message from an unknown number.

[Hey Rick. Sorry to drop this on you on such short notice, but I won't make it to your get-home-from-prison party tonight. I can swing by next week with a six-pack or something. You have a good time, yeah? I'll explain when we see each other.]

[Hey there. I'm afraid you got the wrong number. I don't know any Ricks. But gratulations to him from me for getting out of prison, when you get a chance. Unless he's a serial killer or something comparable. Then I want you to run.]

[Well, shit. Sorry.]

And then after a few seconds: [I get back to you in case I need a place to hide.]

And somehow this sparks a conversation that lasts for hours. His name is Eddie, you learn after some minutes of back and forth which are unsuspectedly remarkably funny. But he's surprisingly also really concerned about your leg and your mild concussion and the fact that you mentioned you will give yourself one day of rest and then try to catch up on and get as much stuff done as you can with your cast and crutches. Luckily you can work from home, you say. Eddie isn't sure how he feels about that.

He makes you swear you take it easy. He asks if there are people that can take care of you and you lie to that concerned stranger who is the first person to make you laugh out loud in a too long time. You tell him your friends are taking turns to look after you. Why lie to a stranger? It's complicated... He keeps checking in, keeps chatting with you about all kinds of things all day long no matter what he has to do: Work, band practice, DnD, being out with friends or his uncle, Eddie keeps lighting up your phone all day long. The later the day, the deeper your conversations and you soon get the feeling that Eddie isn't all just fun and jokes but when you actually try to poke softly, he evades you.

[When you feel better and still are interested in my bullshit, I'll share. Promise.]

Okay, fine. Why would he want to trust you with his private struggles? He's just a stranger, with friends and an support system, who probably will lose interest to invest his time into you sooner than he himself is expecting. Which is fine... really... would be fine if he wasn't really funny... and interesting with a hundred interests and hobbies... and so weird and oddly caring... and living on the other side of the country.

But four days in and you wake up with a text from him, asking you if you finally could sleep a little better than the days before.

And then at 3am and endless hours of exchanging messages filled with thoughs and musings and dreams, he offers to send you a copy of a book he is sure you would enjoy. That he really needs... you to read for important reasons. One of them is to remedy the boredom inflicted by bedrest in those hours Eddie is busy and can't entertain you.

You give him your address almost without second thought, despite your mind telling you to maybe think about it first...

You had avoided anything outside of texts - no pictures, no calls - and he hadn't pressed the matter by himself. Which was a relief because you're not sure if you could witstand the temptation if he were to offer.

Getting more pieces of him... It just felt too dangerous. But a book was just a book, right?

You rely on your 72 year old neighbour for food and other errands and chores around your place. Mrs P is such a sweet old lady eager to help as much as she can, bending over backwards for you. So you naturally try to bother her only when it's really dire.

Seven days in and you see the postman stuff a small parcel into your mailbox. You hurry to snatch your crutches, not even thinking about what you are doing and you limp down the six stories to your mailbox way too fast. Your head is not happy and neither is your leg and it takes you and your ego ages and all your strength to get back up to your apartment.

You fall into your bed, exhausted, sweaty and in pain and crying in frustration and you fall asleep on the package from Eddie before you can even think of opening it.

Your phone rings and wakes you up when it's already pitch black outside. You've slept most of the day away.

Answering the phone on autopilot, still half asleep you don't check the name on the screen.

"Yeah?" you drawl.

"Jesus fucking Christ you're alive."

"What--? I--"

"I haven't heard from you in hours and your messages sounded so antsy and sad all day and I had a bad feeling somehow. Are you ok? Did I wake you?"

"Eddie?"

"Yeah, sweetheart. Hi, that's my voice. Anxious edition."

You're overwhelmed. Finding no words while his words dig deep trenches of longing into your brain which are hard to get out of...

"You still there?"

"Uh-hn, yeah..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I just woke up, like you said. That's my voice. Sleepy edition."

And then he laughs. Oh god, what a sweet sweet sound.

"Hmm, sorry I just was really worried here..."

You tell Eddie there is nothing to worry about but that he's very sweet and he asks you if you have a little time to chat, tells you he likes your voice, likes it a lot and of course you have time but something weighs on you and the flutter of bats in your stomach.

You can't say if it's the aftershock of your staircase ordeal or the fact that your wonderful stranger keeps getting more and more real and more and more precious or a mixture of both. Suddenly there is silence on the other end of the line.

"Eddie? You still there?"

"Something's off."

You shuffle and feel the parcel poke into your ribs. You dig it out from under you, face heating up from two sources - the gift and his tone - and you start to fumble the parcel open.

"I'm sorry--"

"Don't be. I just want to help. Let me help."

You finally fully unwrap the book. It's a well loved worn paperback copy. You run your fingertips over every wrinkles and cracks in the cover. Your voice sounds dazed to your own ears when you speak.

"I got your book..."

"Oh. Okay, yeah, great. And?"

You notice the excitement in his voice, notice that it matches your heartbeat when you open the book and find it full of notes. On some pages the margines are completly filled with Eddie's toughts.

"I just unwrapped it, like, ten seconds ago."

"Oh."

"I didn't realize you would send me... such a personal thing... looks like a diary..."

"Kinda is. Too weird?"

You stare at his handwriting which is somewhat of an elegant scratch and all those little sketches and something inside you gives way.

"I'm not okay..."

"I know. Tell me?"

You tell him that you lied, that there were no friends despite your eldery neighbor looking after you and you tell him about your little ordeal this afternon and about feeling tired and lonely and scared and starved for joy and he listens through it all.

Now it will be too much, you think but then you look at the book in your lap and keep talking. When you're done, there is silence on the other end.

"You still there."

"Processing."

"Mad?"

"Nope."

"Too much?"

"For me?" He chuckles. It's bitter and wonderful. "Sweetheart, it's not me who's dealing with all that shit right now. If you can handle living it, I can handle listening to it..."

"I hear you swallowing a but."

"But I know what you're talking about..."

You talk a little longer and despite him saying everything is alright, something is different. He seems distant, distracted, not fully with you. You keep leafing through that book, gently tracing the lines that are proof of his existance, marks he left in the world, preparing for him to ask you to send it back as soon as you can. You prepare for him to realize this was a mistake. A charity case gone wrong.

Eventually you get tired and a headache and he tells you to go rest, voice soft and deep and you're preparing for this to be the last time you'll hear it.

"Sleep well, yeah?"

No more sweetheart.

"I will. You too."

"See you tomorrow."

"Bye."

You have a restless night and wake up to a message from him.

[Good Morning. How did you sleep?]

You smile, feeling stupid, like you overreacted and you exchange some messages but they are short and flat and there is still no sweetheart. Around noon, your phone has gone silent. Inside your chest, the echoes of disapointment are deafening.

You bury yourself in his book, and it feels like you're having a conversation with him through his notes for they are like direct replies to your own thoughts about the story unfolding. You can't put it down, probably look up from it for the first time in hours late in the evening when you're full on crying, holding the book away from you to not get tears or snot on it.

And then there is a knock at your door. Three sharp raps. Quick.

And you think it must be Mrs P with your groceries, you feel guilty that she has to carry all the stuff upstairs while her knee is bothering her. You make your way out of bed, get your crutch and slowly move towards the door.

"Coming!"

You realize you still have the book in your hand and you wedge it under your arm to open your door and--

"Hi."

Your heart is racing as your mind tries to keep up with what is happening. You consider pinching yourself, consider reaching out to touch him, see if he's made of flesh and blood or delirium, feel the dip of a frown-made crease betwen his brows under your fingertips, the fine stubble on his cheeks under the slide of your thumb.

"That's my face. Worried edition... why are you crying?"

You lean against the crutch, wipe at your cheeks with one hand, dry your fingers on your shirt and pluck the book from under your arm, holding it up wordlessly. Eddie's face lights up in a big, wide, gorgeous smile. Now there are dimples you want to explore. Suddenly the floor is moving.

"Easy, easy." Warm hands steady you. You hear the door fall close behind you and then it finally dawns on you.

The dreamy guy from inside your phone is inside your flat.

He's holding you steady by your shoulders on outstreched arms, searching your face with big, incredibly dark eyes.

God he's fucking beautiful.

"You gonna faint, beautiful?"

You shake your head. That's all you can do.

"I'm going to use your very understandable shock to ramble for a moment, okay? Okay. The obvious first. What the fuck am I doing here without invitation? Offering you my help. I rearranged all my shit and I can stay for two weeks, if you like. I have a hotel room booked and ready if you don't want me to stay the nights. Next: Why didn't I ask on the phone first? Because I kinda feared you would just say no and be all tough and stupid about needing help. I am way more charming in person and I was counting on me actually being here, a real guy, showing you that I mean it, would make it easier to convince you... Am I pushy? Yeah. I guess I am. But... if you really want me to piss off again, I will piss off. We pretend that I was just getting back my book because you're not fit to get to the post office right now and I'll never bother you again... but I could stay and make you dinner while you tell me which part of the book made you cry, decide over my fate when you're fed and calmed down? I left a whole load of food with your neighbor downstairs. Nice lady. Thinks you're a stubborn thing, by the way."

You swallow around something enourmous and try your vocal cords on something simple.

"Hi."

He tilts his head, smiles softly.

"Hey sweetheart."

You inhale deeply. Your exhale either carries bravery or invites doom but suddenly you're really, really hungry...

"You're really here."

"Yeah, shit, I know... to be honest, my knees are really wobbly right now?"

"You're crazy."

"Hmm, totally... bad case... started about a week ago..."

And there you see it. He's nervous too. That finally makes him real.

"So," you say, reaching out to cup his cheek, your touch coaxing out those dimples again. "What's for dinner then?"

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #long fics I will never write #my fic

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savannahsdeath · 6 months

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call me silly but i cant stop thinking about hogwart au ellabs uhhh istg . i cant . also im pretty sure im the first one to make a hogwart au so please give ib if you want to make your own fic🤭 if im not the first one then sorry and please lmk who is !!

summary: you're roommates with your best friend and girlfriend, which don't seem to get along well.

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you and abby often wondered what's ellie doing in gryffindor, as the setting hat had doubts itself, wanting her to go to the slytherin for a split second.

"i mean, i'm happy she's with us." you quickly explained, realizing she might hear you through the bathroom door.

abby frowned, not looking away from her book. "oh, you are? and why, exactly?"

you laughed, leaning in to see what is she reading about, but she slammed the book shut with a loud bam! right in front your nose. "well, first of all, she's my girlfriend. self explanatory—"

"but... why?" she cut you off and sat up. "what do you see in her?" oh, you knew that one. it wasn't the first 'you deserve better' talk you had with abby. "wouldn't you rather to be with someone smarter, stronger and, i don't know, just... not a total loser?"

for a moment you sat there, so close to her your shoulders were touching, with your mouth parted and lips going dry. a moment passed as the door opened and ellie came out, sloppily wiping ruffling her wet hair with the towel. her gaze wandered between the two of you and she raised her eyebrow, but her obliviousness made her shrug the weird feeling off. "how much time do we have?" she asked, ignoring abby's presence, who just went back to reading her book.

"less than an hour." you annouced, getting up and taking the towel out of her hand, replacing it with a little bottle you picked up from your bedside shelf. "drink up."

"the fuck is that?" she twirled the unappetizing green liquid around the glass, noticing it's weirdly dense texture.

abby chuckled, winking at you as if to laugh at your low standards. "just listen to your girlfriend."

you smiled at the blonde girl before looking back at ellie. "it's going to rain, i don't want you getting sick."

"yeah, we don't want to hear you whining like a baby just because you catched a little cold." abby added, smirking as you gave her the stare. her comment passed by ellie's ears, not getting any reaction out of her.

she downed the potion in a few sips, wincing and letting you take the glass bottle out of her hands. she took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the taste. "i'd rather be sick." you giggled and rised on your tiptoes to reach her forehead, placing a loving kiss on it. she smiled for a second, before her face flashed with a grimace again. "wait— it's going to what?"

"it's going to rainnn" abby cooed, mercilessly but melodiously drawing out the vowels. you frowned, seeming to be the only one who doesn't see a reason to panic. yet, ellie was now pacing around the room, stopping to look outside the window. the clouds above the horizon were, in fact, dark blue, what predicted a downpour.

you came up to her, wrapping your hands around her tensed waist. "are you scared of some water?" you teasingly asked, nuzzling your head in the crook of her neck.

"that's not the point." she turned around, taking your hand and parting her lips. you just knew you'll probably spend the next minutes listening to the rules of quidditch, hopefully not enough to be late. "you see, when it rains, it's usually quite... foggy. pretty hard to see anything, yeah?"

"yeah, but..." you walked towards the bed, ellie following closely after. "slytherins won't see anything too, so it's fair, isn't it?"

she quickly shook her head and pursed her lips in a tight line, as if disappointed you don't get it. "someone gifted them special lenses. someone— i mean, anonymously, but everyone knows who it is. their captain's father." she stood in front of you as you sat down, fiercely gesticulating. "fucking bastards. they think money can solve everything... well, it kinda does but—"

"can you shut the f..." abby chimed in, deciding against cussing in the last moment. "...up. jesus, i'm just trying to study." she rolled her eyes as the attention was now on her.

"what are you even studying?" ellie walked closer to her, trying to see the book's cover through the blonde girl's pulled up knees, which she used to lean the volume on.

abby was quick to get defensive, closing the item as soon as she made sure the tab is on a right page. "none of your business."

"it doesn't look like one of our student's books at all..." ellie teased, tauntingly smiling as she got closer.

you sighed, taking a deep breath before speaking. "come on, els, we gotta go - get you ready and everything." you stood up and started rummaging through the drawers to think what should you take with you. ellie nodded and left your dorm, promising she'll wait for you before entering the quidditch's pitch.

"you really should go, it can be fun." you friendly nudged abby's shoulder, trying to keep your eyes away from the pages of her book, which seemed to attract your gaze and curiosity.

she looked up at you, visibly annoyed that she has to repeat it for the hundredth time. "that's not my thing."

that's not my thing.

yet, about fifteen minutes after the match started, you felt her warm presence next to you. she didn't say a word, probably too embarrased to admit she somehow got convinced to get her priorities wrong.

yet, you could hear her breath hitch when she saw your rivals score another point. no matter how hard the rain would hit her, soaking through her clothes, she'd calmly stand her ground and squint her eyes to see how bad the situation is.

yet, you eventually noticed she was holding her wand the whole time. and you noticed how her grip tightened as she mumbled a few words under her breath, inaudible because of the cheers. you couldn't believe it, but after a few minutes the clouds turned purely white and bright sun rays made people take off their coats. the same abby anderson, who always had to be the best student, not letting herself be distracted from studying just broke one of the school rules.

"you know you're going to have problems if anyone finds out?" you innocently looked up at her, gratefully smilling.

"then don't snitch on me." she shrugged, admiring the weather, which was her own creation.

yet, she made gryffindor win.

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let me know if you want to see more!

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d0g0r0t · 7 months

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Hello

Can I please ask for some fluff with Toby pls 🙈

Toby fluff hcs!

Got me kicking me feet and shit

Before you guys started dating he didn't know he had a crush on you until Tim told him

Toby: she's cool and strong and pretty and-

Tim: so you have a crush on her?

Toby: what

Tim: you literally just expressed to me you have a crush on her..

Toby:... no I didnt..

Tim: yes the fuck you did

Toby:.... nuh uh...

Yea....

But when it finally clicked to him he had a crush on you he couldn't get the thought of you out of his head

He would draw you along with your name on literally everything, his hand, walls, floors, tables, paper. If it can be drawed on he'll do it

He saw you in everything and it actually started to effect his performance on missions and overall life

That tree over there? Sees your face. The sky? Sees your eyes. The grass? Sees your hair. The dirt? Sees your skin. Everywhere he goes he always sees you and he always becomes a hot mess

Everything your around he always gets super quiet and anxious and his face is very clearly red, his heads down and he always fiddles with his fingers and sleeve trying his best to make himself look small.

EVERY SINGLE TIME you talk to him his stutters and tics get super bad and it makes him frustrated cause he feels like you'll be weirded out. But when you don't care he can't help but feel butterflies in his stomach.

He's always staring at you when your around. He doesn't really realize that you guys are making eye contact and that you caught him.

When he finally got the courage to ask you out and you said yes. All he said was "Ok" and walked away. The moment he was alone he was jumping up and down, kicking his feet, screaming into his pillow and overall fan girling over you and the fact you guys were dating

The first few days were so awkward

Everytime you were near he would glance over and smile at you and give you small very awkward compliments "you look very pretty today... well I mean you look pretty everyday!" "You remind me of a jelly fish.. fuck wait that sounds so weird.."

He gives you little gifts. Probably stole them

He BEGS all the girls in the mansion for advice on how to be atleast a decant boyfriend

LIGHT NIGHT CAMPFIRES. Will take you by the hand and hold you close making sure your safe and he doesn't lose you in the dark and starts a nice warm fire for just the two of you as you guys eat snacks and do silly couple things

He gets really off track and will start following random squirrels and will be really sad when it runs up and hides in a tree. "Awe man the squirrel ran away :("

He's a human dog.. that's it he's an actual dog stuck in a humans body

He follows you around LIKE A DOG.

everytime you speak to him he always gets really happy and he stims and gets all giddy

He gets even more happy when you guys get physical. He's never really had any good physical interactions so the first time you were gentle with him he started to cry because you were so nice

Doesn't really understand boundaries. He's always on you one way or another and doesn't think about you personally, your just in his arms and that's all that matters

But when you tell him the boundaries he broke he'll get really sappy and upset with himself and won't shut up about how sorry he is

Back to him being an actual dog he growls when people get to close to you ad he holds you tightly in his arms with his head on top of yours. "Mine >:("

HELP I HAVE SO MANY MORE HCS I JUST DONT WANT THIS TO BE TO LONG 😭

Also i accidentally posted this to early and couldn't UNPOST IT. So if you saw it before it was finished no u didnt

#creepypasta #slenderman #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers #x reader #crp

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A warm hug to Non, or when are we going to stop demanding perfection from victims

It's been forever since I thought about making this post but I've finally decided to write the goddamn thing.

Three disclaimers : one, I haven't yet managed to get past the first third of episode 9, so this whole thing is based on episodes 1-8 at best. Two, I'll block on sight again if I see victim blaming on this post. Finally, I'm by no means an expert on the subject. It's complex, I might get things wrong and I'll have to oversimplify at times for clarity and brevity's sake, please don't kill me for it. It's probably gonna be long enough as it is. I've tried my best to organize my thoughts in a way that would make sense, but. Well. I hope it does.

Trigger warning for mention of suicide, bullying, grooming, sexual assault, rape

Non started as the poor little baby everyone wanted to protect -both the audience and Jin ; for all the shit he got after filming Non and Keng, there are a lot of parallels to draw between him and the audience. Then the dreaded episode 7 happened and all hell broke loose. I won't include screenshots of the disgusting things I read from some viewers about Non, but Jin's reaction is pretty telling already.

The easy explanation would be that he's mad Non isn't returning his feelings, but I think it has more to do with Non not fitting his 'good victim' role anymore. There's sadness on his face, but the dominants are anger and betrayal. Non tries to regain agency and gets crucified for it.

So what's a good victim ?

Non, basically

If you want an examplary blueprint of what society defines as a good victim and survivor, someone worth justice, defending and loving, just take a look at Non. I broke it down in four marks that need to be checked :

-Innocence : none of the person's action prompted the abuse -Moral high ground : the person has values and displays kindness -Helplessness : the person cannot do anything about the situation they're stuck in -Accepting to be saved : self-explanatory. The person has to accept the help that's offered to them, traditionally by a love interest

Non is abused for being poor, something he's not responsible for. He's hardworking, honest, passionate about the things he loves and commits to his engagements. He's kind when talking with Jin. He's resilient in the face of the gang's bullying. None of what he could do or say would make it stop, neither can he help owing Por for a camera he hasn't broken nor get out of Tee's pyramid scheme. His mental illness only increases this impression of vulnerability. Jin doesn't have all these elements, but he's got more than enough to paint a very similar picture of Non as the audience.

As for accepting help, Jin repeatedly offers some -and Non finally lets him in during their conversation on the rooftop. What Jin offers may be little but it's still help ; Non smiles and even gives Jin a shove -what I think is the only time he initiates contact with Jin at all.

"Thank you so much, Jin, for helping me all along." "It's alright, I'm glad to. I just want to see you smile again, Non."

The audience gets even more of Non being happy and grateful to be saved : he calls his "♥" contact for help multiple times, smiles at the reminder to take his meds and, later on, clings to Phee for dear life after trying to kill himself. He doesn't fight him, he doesn't reach for the scattered pills. Hell, even accepting Tee's offer to make money could count as Non agreeing to be saved by everyone around him.

Non checks all the marks. Everyone in the audience is rooting for him, the other boys can all go get impaled on a branch, and Jin looks at him like he hung and lit all the stars in the sky.

Speaking of the other boys...

Tee and Por victims as well but don't get the same amount of sympathy, if any. Tee isn't responsible for being stuck in a criminal environment and can't get out of it ; no one has offered help, so he gets a pass. But he's been shown to be selfish, opportunist, often cowardly and sometimes gratuitously cruel.

As for Por, it's even worse : every actions he takes seems to confirm his dad's opinion of him. The only mark he ticks is accepting to be saved by his mother, which looks very bad taken on its own. I made a post about Por not too long ago if you want more.

The only way for them to redeem themselves and go from 'horrible people who should die' to 'maybe they don't suck they're my poor little meow meows' is penitence. Take Por ; he's the archetype of the rich son who gets abused by his dad and suffers from having so much money. Just like Kang in Dangerous Romance, or Tanthai in Laws of Attraction. Tee ? I don't have names from the top of my head, but he's that hardened jaded guy stuck in a mafiosi network who has to learn to love and be loved again (enters White). Yet the audience learnt to root for these characters.

Basically, nothing is set in stone. Your status as a good or bad victim can shift depending on your actions and the way they're framed. The usual narrative is to get those characters to grow into the acceptable victim pattern. DFF however is going for reverse development (Non, Jin) or stagnation (Por, Tee, Fluke). It makes for gritty yet very realistic storylines ; and while I'm the first to yell that the masked figures should get their ass stat, I also recognize that there's much more complexity to them than this. Except Top. I have yet to come up with a good explanation for what they're doing with Top, but I will at some point.

How did Non fall from grace if he's such a good example ?

Three points : Phee, the paradox of the demand for Non to seek agency but not too much, and his inacceptable betrayal.

Phee as a magnifying factor

I love this kid to bits but Phee's appearance in the flashbacks concurs with Non's flawless image being torn to shreds for a reason. He's a good, strong and caring person who loves and tries to protect Non -something the audience has wanted to do for weeks ; so we all gathered behind Phee and made him our emissary, carrying out the impossible task outsiders to the series' world couldn't : saving Non.

Since Phee voices the questions and concerns of the audience, we are Phee to an extent. Betraying Phee means betraying the hope and love and care the audience has for Non. Phee is the series' moral compass by that point. I'm sure you see where I'm going with this. If not, consider it's a surprise tool that will help us later. When Phee gets hurt by Non or decides he'd be better off lost and dead.

For the record, in this poll Phee gets even fewer votes than White

Seek agency, but not too much

Discontent starts to rise with the helplessness point first as viewers start to question why Non doesn't ditch the group. Why he's putting himself through such trouble. Non changes from being subjected to others' action to being the subject in a grammatical sense. Yet Non has hiw own reasons to stay (how much does the movie mean to him ? How many hours and sleepless nights on the script ? How long would it take for him to find another chance to get enough funding ? How big of a dream is it for him ?). It's the first occurence of the audience claiming to know best what's good for Non.

Complaints quiet down when Non does try to leave for good only to be stopped by Jin. We saw him try, we saw him fail, he really couldn't leave so he's off the hook.

Jin also makes sure Non remains a perfect victim by bringing him back into the group. I'm not accusing Jin of trying to make Non suffer on purpose ; he's a good guy at heart, come fight me to death on this hill. But the only way for him to exist in Non's life is to remain a savior of sorts. If Non leaves, there's nothing to save him from. Which brings us to my next point.

Non must try to solve things by himself, sure. But not too much. Because when you thrash to regain control of your life, you might break a few things in the process. Especially if you have to wrest it away from well-intentioned but firm hands.

He rejected Jin's offers to help numerous times. He looked anything but thrilled when Phee put himself in danger to clear his name. He refused to change schools at first, only to begrudgingly agree when Phee insisted. This insistence is the heart of the matter : Phee is sure he knows best, so he bulldozes through Non's objections and hesitation : he doesn't consult him before asking his dad for help, he speaks in his place when Non doesn't answer his proposal, he puts the bracelet on his wrist. He asks him if he's taken his meds, just in case.

Phee has the audience's benediction in doing so. Part of it stems from our knowledge of future events : we know it's going to end bad for Non. We know he has to get the fuck out. We know whatever decision he makes will be a bad one. Kids and teenagers as a whole are often deemed unable, or not mature enough to make informed decisions anyway. Just look at Non's mother telling him to prioritize his studies so he can go abroad like his brother. Multiply it tenfold for people with mental illnesses ; they get babied on a daily basis. So Non cannot, I can't emphasize it enough, cannot do anything.

All of the above end with Phee getting his way. Non can't win against him, so he chooses to lie instead.

Aside from willing to be in charge of his own life, Non's refusal to let Phee help is also rooted in love and fear. While Phee would offer him an easy way out as he did for the bank accounts, it would most likely only be easy for Non and put Phee in danger. Both their survivals are held in that curt 'no'.

He's already straight up refused help, and now he loses the moral highground by lying (to his perfect holy savior Phee of all people). From here on out, any action he takes will be his -which is what Non wanted ; it's his life, and he won't be a bystander in it. But it also means that he jumped off the pedestal he'd been put on to land on thin ice.

And guess what, Non is a multi-dimentional character in a difficult situation who weighs more than a poor little damsel in distress. Of course said ice cracks. And the Non hate train gets started.

The betrayal

Lying and refusing help to go get it from the worst place he could have had was bad enough. But sleeping with his teacher while he had a boyfriend (Phee, for heaven's sake) ? Unforgivable. Cheating is the BL equivalent of every cardinal sin, the worst of the worst, and no matter the circumstances you'll get roasted for it.

And yet there are circumstances. One, especially, and it's called motherfucking grooming. I won't elaborate on this point cause I've done it over and over already, but Non was groomed by an adult. Does he see things that way ? Probably not. In his mind he's in control of the situation. He can lie to Phee about it because there's no reason for it to backfire. He does what he has to if he wants to save himself, using he one weapon he has : his body. It's cheating, but cheating in a game rigged for you to lose.

Society has two opinions about sex. It's either holy or gross. Take Jin, for instance.

See the look on his face. He's heartbroken, he's sad, he'll live through it. Witnessing Non having sex with his teacher when he has a boyfriend ? Now that's another story. That's a betrayal.

A betrayal of what, exactly ?

Of this goddamn image Jin had painted of Non. The same the audience was given to see prior to these events : Non was perfect and loveable and worth defending, an innocent, pure, helpless baby in need of saving. So when the illusion shatters in what society and especially BL culture hold as the worst action possible, people feel fooled. Stupid, if you will. And they turn their hatred to Non. Non lied to us ! He pretended to be good, dear god, to think I loved such filth ! My heart is so dirty now, ew.

But Non didn't lie. He lied to Phee, but that's it. Everything else was expectations and assumptions. Fail to meet them and suddenly everything is your fault. It's Non's fault for refusing to be dragged along in his own life anymore, Non's fault for lying in order to get some control, Non's fault for lying again not to lose Phee when caught by surprise, Non's fault for listening to Jin, Non's fault for resorting to use his only weapon to get out of a situation he was cornered in, Non's fault for being tricked into thinking any of the decisions he made regarding Keng were his own, Non's fault for everything.

He wanted to claim his life back and made a mistake, yes. He doubled-down on it when he realized it was too much for him to handle. He clung to it and did his best to keep it together. He dared not to be the perfect victim he was supposed to be ; to try when everyone knew he was bound to fail. And you know what, sometimes there's stuff that's someone's fault, consequences they didn't foresee, things they said, slips and falls, and they're still victims, just as much as they were before.

I believe that dealing with his debt himself is as important to Non as finishing the movie is. He's ready to be used and abused (by Keng in the former, the group for the latter) and to break his own heart, values, pride and sanity. He's the most resilient and dedicated character in the show to me.

But the world doesn't necessarily see it that way. So when Non realizes the mess he's made of everything, he fights Keng (who represents his desperate and violent search for complete independence) to reach for the bracelet he got from Phee. He wants help. He needs it. But he's not a victim anymore and any help is denied.

Both Phee and Jin later manage to reconcile their broken image of Non with the man he actually is. Too late to save him, but they still did. I have a hunch that things would have been different if Phee had beat up Keng and taken a crying Non in his arms, holding him tight while whispering none of it was his fault. But our moral compass fucked up, like the hurt kid he is.

What some people did by blaming and hating on Non is closer to the hateful comments he got on the video than Phee or Jin's reactions. They're far worse.

That's the big takeout. What if we stopped stigmatizing or idealizing sex ? What if we stopped demanding perfection and so-called purity for someone's trauma and status as a human being not to be negated ?

Anyway, here's a hug to Non and every victim who live in the paralyzing fear of a single slip. You can make mistakes just like the rest of us. You don't owe anyone perfection.

I'll end this rant on a bright, happy smile. I don't see a good ending for Non, but god knows he'd deserve it.

#I tried to structure it a bit #key word is try #I was angrily typing it and working with a word salad #I hope I didn't lose sight of my point halfway through #but whether I rambled on or not I needed to write it #cause I'm tired of people sorting victims out and choosing who gets respect and justice #and who doesn't #dead friend forever #dff the series #I spent too long on this gotta go shower now

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miistymemorii · 6 months

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Adam Stanheight SFW Alphabet

A/N: hoping to do these for all the characters, I love headcanons lol. Please enjoy! These are all GN!reader, I believe.

Affection

Adam is most comfortable with affection in a private setting. He's not one for PDA, but in the comfort of your home, he's practically clung to your side. Besides physical affection, he is fond of gift giving, but in the most money-safe ways. He dabbles in art, leaving drawings on your bedside table if you've had a stressful day, and he will sometimes photograph things outside that remind him of you, presenting them to you in a small photo album.

Best friend

The two of you started out as friends pretty fast. He really liked your personality, so he tried to spend as much time with you as he could. He did consider you his best friend at one point, but he was really happy to become more than friends.

Cuddles

He does cuddle but does so by flopping on top of you when he came home from work. He is DEF a little spoon enthusiast, but he won't say it out loud, instead he just huffs and shuffles restlessly in the bed until you hold him.

Domestic

He loves when you stay over at his place and the two of you play house. For the longest time, the honeymoon phase seemed like it would never end. You stay over at his house a lot, just consuming all of your time together. Whenever you're over, Adam insists on cooking. It's rough at first, but the more you stayed over meant the more practices, and eventually he got decent at cooking.

Ending (if they had to break up, how would they do it)

GAH THIS KILLS ME TO WRITE BUT there's no way he'd want to end a relationship. He is desperate, anxious to hold on to anything good in his life. He knows it's wrong, but he develops sick addictions to his partners. If the two of you were to break up, you'd have to dump him.

Fiancee (how do they feel about marriage)

I think he would be pretty okay with marriage but is not too into the pageantry of it all. His logic is that marriage would be just like dating, but with tax cuts. Just like dating was the same as being best friends but with sex. And so on. He would save up to buy you a decent ring, just to show that it matters to him.

Gentle

Adam can be a very gentle person. He cares about you so much; he constantly keeps himself in check to make sure he's not screwing up what y'all have. He may not be mushy-gushy, but he's certainly affectionate, in his own ways.

Hugs

Adam gives amazing hugs. Each one is enveloping, but never too tight. He likes to hug you and hold you, a physical reminder that you, the thing that grounds him, is real.

I love you

Adam definitely said "I love you" first, but it was on accident. You had been dating for, like, two weeks, and as you kissed his cheek goodbye and headed out the door, he called out "love you, bye!" before shouting, "SHIT!". You ran back inside, laughing, and gave him a kiss before telling him you loved him too, leaving him standing in his livingroom with a goofy smile.

Jealousy

Adam isn't a jealous person, but he is insecure. He knows you would never cheat, and he knows you can hold your own against a drunken stranger, but if he could tell someone was hitting on you, he would probably start to doubt himself. Over time, he opens up to you about this negative mindset, and you help him through it.

Kisses

There is always so much affection behind every kiss you and Adam share, no matter how big or small it may be. If you two are busy, he'll rush past you with a small peck on your forehead, or if you come home and sees you had a bad day, he'll kiss your hands, then gently rubbing the tension out of them.

Little ones (kids)

UGHHHHH controversial, maybe. but I think Adam would be good with kids. I think he has a lot of "childish" hobbies, like video games, action figures, old cartoons, and he thinks the way kids think is funny, so he's good at carrying on a conversation with a kid. The first time you see him interact with a kid, and so well at that, you swoon, and know he's who you want to raise kids with.

Morning

Adam is NOT I repeat N O T a morning person. God, he dreads the sudden start he gets when the sun shines through his bedroom curtains juuuust right and laserbeams his eyes. You have to drag him out of bed, but if you leave before he starts work, he most likely ends up back in bed.

Night

Adam thrives in the night. Well, "thrive" is a strong word for what state he's in when the sun goes down. He usually works well into the night, but even when he comes home, he's restless, needing time to relax before bed. His body is exhausted, screaming for slumber, but his mind stays awake. Eventually, you have to coax him into bed, or else he'd be up till sunrise.

Open (how revealing, comfortable, open are they)

Adam is not a very open person. When he met you, he knew that there was something about you, a safety that made him compelled to talk to you about serious things. Still, he has a tough time expressing himself when he has intense feelings, getting upset when something potentially traumatic becomes the topic of discussion. Over time, he realizes that he needed to trust you, and himself, so he started small, getting a small journal to write in daily.

Patience

You're the only person Adam has patience for. He doesn't like public spaces or large crowds, growing anxious when the two of you go out. The first few times you went out to somewhere crowded, you were surprised how short he was with other people during small inconveniences. Eventually he learned to be better, but he would still return home with his social battery drained.

Quiet time (what is quiet time like with them/free time)

I feel like Adam reads and has a few books BUT a large collection of comic books. When the two of you have quiet time, he is most likely reading said comic books. He also like to sketch, mostly crude cartoons, but he still scribbles away in his sketch book from time to time.

Remember (fav memory about the relationship)

His fav memory is definitely from the first time you slept over at his house. The feeling of holding each other, the warmth of you beside him for the first time, so used to waking up alone. That night he had also made a pizza, which actually turned out exceptionally well.

Security (how protective are they)

Adam knows you can hold your own, but he won't hesitate to tell someone off if they're being rude. He secretly likes getting to say, "my girlfriend"; not in a possessive way, just as a fun reminder that the two of you are in love.

Try (how much effort do they put in)

Adam is really good about putting in effort, and not just in a 50%/50% way. He understands you have bad days, and he acts accordingly, either pampering you as you need or giving you space to think. Adam tries in every aspect of the relationship..

Ugly (how do they react to your insecurities? What about their insecurities?)

Adam has plenty of insecurities, so he understands what it's like to feel insecure. He also understands that he can't possibly know exactly what you're thinking, because that was something only you knew. Still, he tries as best he can, always reminding you that he's here to talk, to vent, to get reassurance. Similarly, you keep that connection open with him, but he's a little more reluctant to open up. It's not like he's good at hiding his insecurities, though, but you provide him with the support he needs.

Vanity (how groomed/consumed with their looks are they)

Adam remembers to brush his teeth.

OKAY, and he showers regularly. He doesn't do anything special with his hair or clothes, but he still looks relatively put-together. He puts a lot of effort into more formal settings, wanting to look as good as you.

Whole (do they feel incomplete without you?)

Adam would say yes, but it's only partially true. He has spent a lot of his life alone or holding meaningless relationships. He appreciates the space you fill, the bond between the two of you precious to him. Still, he understands that the two of you are separate people. However, if you're apart for more than a week, he becomes restless.

Xtra (random headcanon)

Before the two of you have kids (if you even want that), Adam would be really into having a pet. A cat or a dog, sure, but I could see him secretly wanting some kind of lizard or snake for a pet.

Yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, in a partner or just in general?)

Adam used to date alot of ruse girls in his early 20's, wanting to seem edgy. However, as he ages and matures, he realized how exhausting those relationships were, so he doesn't like rude people, ESPECIALLY if they're the type of person who makes being rude their whole personality.

Zzzz (sleeping habits)

This man hasn't had a stable sleeping schedule since elementary school. He is used to sleeping all day, going out at night, but since being with you he tries to go to bed at a reasonable time and wake up before noon. He definitely moves in his sleep, flopping on his back and yanking you to his side, or smothering your body with his heavy, sleeping form.

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mewmckenna · 2 months

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Miss Scarlet

So, I am sure by now that everyone has seen the news that Stuart Martin will not be returning for season five of MSATD. I know a lot of people are super disappointed that William is leaving the show, as am I, but honestly, I kind of feel that this could be a new opportunity for the show. It is obvious that the writers did not know that Stuart was leaving the show for good as they were writing last season, but with him being gone it makes the ending of season four almost better to me. Eliza is no longer working for Patrick, and while he is coming back and will likely not end up in prison (though who knows), I imagine Eliza won't go back to Nash & Sons. She was finally able to change the sign above her door to say "Miss Eliza Scarlet," something that seemed impossible to her in earlier seasons. Also, while Eliza is certainly fine at working with a few friends, she will never be the kind of manager that Patrick is as she's simply too independent and stubborn. It is for the better that she is at her own agency, able to do her thing without too much interference.

In a roundabout way, I think William's departure kind of brings everything together. Eliza is truly alone, without William or her father. Everything that she does now will be entirely up to her; she has no father or childhood friend to fall back on. I think that this, plus the name of the show changing to be just Miss Scarlet is a kind of bookend to how the show began. The producers and writers of the show have already hinted at this being the start of a shift in direction, and while the story was largely focused on the romance between William and Eliza during the first four seasons, I think that this gives the creators an opportunity to do more. By calling the show Miss Scarlet and the Duke, they were limited in what they could write. I know I have seen many people comment on how the show seemed to drag because of the drawn out will-they-won't-they between Eliza and William, something I noticed myself after the first couple of seasons.

Now, since it is apparent that they are no longer going to be the endgame couple, there is more freedom in the storyline and what the writers can do with the personal relationships. At the end of season four, it felt to me as though the show had sort of written itself into a corner concerning the title relationship of the show. In another recent post I even commented on how the relationship between the two would remain unchanged unless some drastic action by one of them, probably William. Obviously, I did not know that Stuart was planning on leaving the show, but I think my criticism still stands. Both Eliza and William cared too much about their jobs to ever be able to be truly happy together as we last saw them.

This is exactly the reason that William leaves for New York, and it could be very possibly that the way that they write him out of the show is with him deciding to stay in America. William had been considering quitting his position at Scotland Yard, but this was due to the conditions of his job at the time and how overworked he was, plus the draw of finally being able to be with Eliza. It feels very possible to me that he might change his mind upon entering a less stressful environment and decide not to come back to London. After all, William went months, if not a year, suspecting or knowing Eliza's feelings towards him and vice versa but he was still unwilling to give up his career to be with her. I don't fault William for this as Eliza does the same thing, but it does make his staying in New York a bit more believable.

So even though the show is not going to go in the direction we have all thought it would, I think that this could be a good thing. While we won't know if that is the case for likely a year, I am not going to call any judgements until season five is released. Though I think that the show has definitely benefitted from William's presence, it has always been about Eliza first and foremost and so I am excited to see what she gets up to next.

(Also here's to hoping that Ansu Kabia is included in later casting announcements as we have gone far too long without Moses)

#msatd #msatd s5 #msatd s4 #msatd spoilers #miss scarlet pbs #miss scarlet and the duke #eliza scarlet #william wellington #eliza x william #williza #scarnash #patrick nash #eliza x patrick

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carbuncle-paws · 1 month

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I've made a pokemon AU for Peter :3 yaaaay! Doubt I'm the first to draw him as a sneasler but I'm not gonna let it stop me.

Some information!

Sneasler ♂ lv???

Dark / Poison Ability: Insomnia (might change this) Lonely nature + quick tempered Main Attacks: Slash, Lash Out, Dire Claw/Poison Jab, Hone Claws/Nasty Plot Lesser used: Bite/Crunch/Jaw Lock, Close Combat, Thief, Endure, Spite

Design notes:

Very tall (6'5'') and thin, even by species standards.

Completely hairless (and featherless) and by extension, no facial or feet markings. Torso and poison are discolored (both blue)

Ripped off both his forehead and chest gems, there are faint scars where they used to be. The one on his chest is covered by a gem you gave him.

Wears a hood made from a Mightyena's pelt.

The back of his claws (the blue part) is razor sharp, they're basically gigantic knives. If getting backhanded by them doesn't kill you, the poison probably will.

From a distance or in dark lighting, he can be easily mistaken as a human. He can also speak our language (just like meowth), his voice is raspy and a bit deep, perhaps from an injury.

The PeterAU x Reader story outline below, if you're interested!

Character/Story notes:

(OOOPS this sort of became a whole story teehee oh well. This is basically what my outlines look like but I probably won't make this into an actual fic. So, enjoy!)

He has no name, but wouldn't mind if you gave him one.

He grew up with a fascination for humans, and even learned to speak our language, but was betrayed by the ones he had trusted. He almost died, and was left hideously disfigured in the eyes of his species (furless/featherless and discolored). For a long time he hated all humans, and would murder any unfortunate enough to enter his territory. Until he met you.

He saves you from being eaten by a pack of Mightyenas, which goes against his usual hatred for your species. He stalks you through the mountain forests for a while, thinking that he'd gather reasons why you deserve to die so he can savor killing you himself.

Instead... he gets attached, and that infuriates him. From the shadows, completely unbeknownst to you, he helps you return to civilization. He looked forward to forgetting you, and going back to the worldview he's comfortable with.

But then you keep coming back to his territory, which is bad for two big reasons. He doesn't like the effect you have on him, and the area is dangerous... he doesn't want you getting hurt. So, without revealing himself, he tries multiple times to show you how his mountains are no place for a human. Nothing works. Ironically, he also does things to protect you from real threats.

His fleeting attachment for you grows into a burning obsession in time, and he wants so badly to interact with you. But not only is he a pokemon... he is also ugly.

One day he slips up, and you spot a glimpse of him through the trees, but it's too shaded and you mistake him for a person, and you call out to him. Instantly understanding what you've mistaken him for, he tentatively responds, but refuses to leave his hiding place. You figure he's just shy, but are happy to see another person who isn't afraid to visit these mountains, which have a horrible reputation. Probably because he's been killing people, but you don't know that. It's a shame, because you find it so beautiful up here...

Visiting him becomes routine for you. He says some really weird things, but the way he views the world is so unique and refreshing, and you form a fast friendship. He is very stubborn about remaining out of sight, but does start altering his appearance so he can stop worrying that the occasional glimpse you do get might give him away. He tailors a crude Mightyena hood for himself to obscure his face and ears.

He becomes desperate to spend more time with you, especially when you start talking about moving away someday soon, away from the town full of people who don't understand you. He wants to go with you... he wants to be your pokemon, but thinks you won't accept him as he is. His past with humans has him believing that trainers only value beautiful or strong pokemon. So he starts doing crazy things to prove his worth. Like, killing the strongest pokemon in the area, and leading you to its corpse to gauge your reaction. He hoped you'd be in awe and wonder what could've felled such a beast, and then he would reveal that it was him... but instead you were terrified, and sad for the dead pokemon.

It shakes him, makes him hate himself so much more. If a monster isn't what you want... then he'll just have to become human for you. He destroys the parts of himself that makes him different from you, starting by ripping off the gems on his chest and forehead. His claws will be next... but the pain and blood loss from just the gems is too much, and almost kills him. You find him while he's passed out, and although you don't recognize that he's who you've been speaking to, you rush him into town and save his life.

He wakes up in a pokemon center surrounded by strange humans, and freaks the fuck out. He wounds one of the nurses badly and would've killed someone he didn't hear you screaming at him to stop. The future he built up in his head, of either becoming your pokemon or close enough to a human that you might accept him, shatters in an instant. He runs, breaking out of the building and mindlessly fleeing into the mountains. You're shocked by his reaction, and something about the silhouette he makes as he escapes through the trees is familiar...

The people in the town know that he must be the monster that's been killing people, and at the same time, you realize that he's actually the boy from the mountains. Your dear friend. An armed mob storms into his territory intent on revenge, despite your protests. They locate his den and start a fire to smoke him out or kill him via burning or suffocation.

You had followed them, and when they start the fire you try to physically stop them. They're stronger though and throw you to the ground, yelling insults at you for defending such a loathsome creature. They kick you into the den so you can burn with him.

You hurry further inside but can't seem to find him... instead, he finds you. He lunges from the shadows behind you, not realizing who you are, pinning you to the ground and snarling in your face. He would have ripped your jugular out with his teeth if you hadn't wrapped your arms around him and hugged tight, instead of fighting him off like he expected. It confuses him and he thrashes to get away but you don't let go, and he slowly comes to his senses, realizing that it's you.

Why are you here, after everything he did? That he's done, his reputation as a people killer? You know who and what he is now, but you're still here and the way you hold him, whispering soothingly into his ear... Is this really happening or has he finally lost his mind? He breaks down and squeezes you back, sobbing into the neck he'd been seconds away from tearing his teeth into.

Smoke starts robbing his den of breathable air and brings the both of you out of the moment, forcing you to confront the situation at hand. You try to run back to the exit first, but it's engulfed in flames. He takes you further inside, to where he usually sleeps, and light shines through a crack in the rocks above. He pushes you up to it and you crawl out, but he's too big to follow and he urges to go without him. This is the fate he deserves.

But you refuse, and start tearing at the stone and dirt above the opening with your bare hands. It finally sinks in, seeing you desperately trying to save him, just how much you really care and maybe... maybe that means his life might be worth living after all. That he deserves another chance.

He joins your efforts and uses his claws to pry apart more of the stone. It takes a gargantuan effort, and he starts to pass out as the oxygen in his den dwindles. You grab onto his arm and pull with all of your strength, and against the odds are able to drag him out.

You're both exhausted and completely out of breath, but you drag him into another embrace anyways. You tell him to never ever sacrifice himself like that again, that he's so important to you and you'd be devastated to lose him. You ask him... if he would go with you, away from here, and although the strong emotions that overtake him have him choking up too much to respond with words, the way he holds you back is all the confirmation you need.

Together the two of you travel far, far away, going on an adventure that explores the best and worst that humankind has to offer, and form an unbreakable bond.

Aaaaand that's it! Sorry if it's pretty cheesy hahahaha it's just what my brain went for in the short amount of time I wrote this up. Again, probably not going to write an actual fic out of this (or at least I won't consider it until my current one is finished) but I had a lot of fun and it was a nice little break before delving back into Angels Fall. Hope you guys liked it too >w</

#carbie draws #my art #yourboyfriend #yourboyfriendgame #yourboyfriend game #yourboyfriend peter #yb peter #y0urb0yfriend #yourboyfriend AU #pokemon #sneasler #fanfic

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hisui555 · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel thoughts bonus

"Reacting to a drawing of them"

Hazbin Hotel thoughts (Hell cast + babysitting kids) here

Hazbin Hotel Bonus 2 (Heaven cast + kids and drawings) here

Masterpost here.

(Because sleeping on it after writing the main thing gives me more ideas apparently. Funny how that works.)

So yeah, my two braincells rubbed together during my bout of nightly unconsciousness (one of the times it can happen without any danger) and coughed up this bit : how would the cast react to a kid giving them a drawing of themselves ? (Quality notwithstanding)

Starting with the obvious, Charlie would be overjoyed. Tears in her shiny puppy-dog eyes, thousand-watts smile, might start hyperventilating in happiness, squeezing the drawing to her chest and fanning herself, and the second she has her breath back it's all VAGGIE !! Look at that ! Look at that everyone !!! running a marathon all over the Hotel. This one is going with the portraits on the walls, so that everyone can see, or on the fridge, whatever, as long as the masterpiece is in everyone's sights at almost all times. Bear-hugs the child at least once, shower of kisses optional. Before you know it she breaks out the crayons and paper and engages in co-drawing activity, oversharing and just being happy - and maybe dragging everyone into it, whether they're willing or not. At the end of the day, no-one knows if those are kiddie drawings or actual Hotel Activities Plans, there might be a script about how to counter bullying with rainbows lost somewhere in the middle.

Vaggie wouldn't really know what to do, but still be touched, even if skeptical about the actual product ("Oh, oh, that's... me ? Uh... why is a triangle planted into my head ?" "It's your hairbow !" "Ah... and that hook in the middle of my face ?" "It's your nose !" "...Yyyyeah... and that stick going through Alastor ?" "Your spear, because you're always mad at him !" "Y'know what, that's the least objectionable part of this whole thing.") but will decide to keep it, and softly smile at it once she gets used to the stick-figure that's supposed to represent her, keeping it in her common room with Charlie (who will squeal with happiness seeing it, and insist it should be on their bedroom wall, them's the rules). Might deliver her thanks later (either skeptically or heartfelt), but knows the intention isn't malicious.

Angel is just plain happy : he loves it. He knows it's bad quality, the way his legs bend is questionable at best, that gold tooth takes half of his face and the eyes are looking in opposite directions, but it's a gift and even Fat Nuggets is drawn on it and he loves it. Might crack a light innuendo or two that he knows will go over the kid's head (How come I'm not on a bed ? It's my natural element, ya know) until someone (probably Husk, more often than not Vaggie) bops him on the head to make him stop. He'll keep it in his room, either around his mirror or on his door like the other photos, so anytime he goes in there or at his desk to prep up he'll see it. Helps his bad days become more bearable, and makes his good days even better.

Husk is very much used to an explanation of why a bunch of two potatoes with spiky claw-ended sticks poking out of 'em, two triangles on his head and flappery estimations of wings sticking out of his back is supposed to be him, so he won't comment on it at all : when an ankle-biter tells you that those two potatoes, sticks for limbs and hay for hair is supposed to be you, you become immune after a while why yes I have siblings, why do you ask. Kid also didn't forgot his perpetual frown, though those eyebrows fill half the page on their own alone. But he'll thank them, and pack the drawing away under his counter. Everyone wants to see it (Alastor mainly to rib on him), searching where Husk could have pinned it, but it mysteriously disappeared. What nobody knows is that he actually put it in the (perpetually empty and useless) cash drawer, will open it from time to time and smile at it.

Alastor, ever the gentleman, will politely accept the offering, making a whole show out of it - and backhandedly praising it with subtle mockery that he knows will fly over the kid's head (A fan submitted your host quite the original interpretation of his likeness ! Why, I've never seen something this adventurously abstract since Cubism* ! Good thing we all know how THAT one ended, ha ha !), but keep it nonetheless, because it's about him. And as we all know, modesty is the mark of great gentlemen like him. He'll pin it somewhere he doesn't go often, but that will still fall into his sight from time to time, pat the artistic fellow on the head for good measure and be on his way. If offered many pics, he'd jokingly make a rating out of it, entertaining himself with seeing the efforts put into it and the kid always coming back to show their latest production. Curiously, the primitive art-style reminds him of something similar he saw once, on TV, when some nobody tried to assess himself and ended up failing spectacularly. Hm. Must've been déjà vu. (*Cubism is from the 1910-1920s at its beginning by the way - more precisely 1907 - so Alastor might have caught wind of it and decided someone made a huge mistake, before he died in the 30s)

Niffty would take it, smile, blink, look, blink some more, then offer critique that her head is not that big, the arms too short, her hair doesn't stick out that way, prattle off everything about it that she finds could be better without point or comma, then conclude with a chirpy but thanks anyway ! and goes to frame it and hang it in the main hall, zips back, gives a pat on the head, and is off chasing bugs or cleaning. She isn't particularly moved or touched by the picture but will make sure no spec of dust can be found on the frame.

Sir Pentious would absolutely treasure it. In secret. Nobody can know how moved and teary-eyed this makes him (everyone already knows anyway). It looks more like a multi-eyed slug with a top hat and a strange case of bed hair, but even the Egg Bois are drawn on it (and more accurately - can't exactly fail that part, right ?) and it's just the sweetest thing to him. Even better if he's drawn activating what approximately looks like machinery and with complete explanation that he's a general with an awesome blimp (nevermind kids being easily impressed anyway). That one goes into the secret HQ room right away. Kid might be promoted second-in-command the next hour.

The Vees :

Vox would have a second or two of mental what am I supposed to do with this, before clocking in that it's him (the square TV head gives it away. The blitzing electricity around his hands too. At least it gives the whole thing a sense of up and down). And the fact that the scrawly handwronging reads "mR. B0x" all over the page. He would give an incredulous chuckling thanks, smile keeping in place in frozen confusion, before setting it aside and give an uncertain pat on the head by automatism. This might encourage the kid to explain their drawings, identifying the blue rakes at the end of his arms as your super sharp claws, the circled red splotch on his face as your super power-eye, the even more ridiculously small top hat and out-of-control antennas as well, what they are, the striped suit (with the stripes outside the suit), the unpractically pointy shoes, and you can do lightning and it's super-cool, and Vox tries to not internally cringe at how close it is to his popsicle design overall (he'll need to redo that one), but the second he hears the word 'cool', here comes the dopamine. The kid finds him cool. After an inner jubilation of take that Alastor ! he decides to keep it, but not in public. More like in his personal appartment, sticking it somewhere on the fridge or in a corner of the room that's not too visible, but he knows it's there. Can't let anyone know about it and point out that his own drawing skills are even lower than that : one time he grabbed one of the kid's drawing by accident and people thought he actually improved. But one of his first orders of business after deciding the ego-boost felt good is correcting the spelling, making the kid practice it (Vox. Vvvvox. Like Voom, Vloops, Vrive, Vatch, Voxtek -) to the voint ov instauving a vpeech imvediment.

For Velvette, well, that kid might as well have a double-death wish. The pic hurts her eyes. That's supposed to be her ?! This ?! This mishappened creature - not even a homunculi - that crawled out of whatever wretched womb after it had already be pushed back once ? Even the man-apes from the dawns of time scribbling on cave walls were better. She's about to launch into a more virulent tirade when she notices the tears starting, and two ideas cross her mind, strutting in and linked by the hand : one, she doesn't want to deal with kiddie tears, you can't fire the brat you're babysitting. Two, this is prime shaming material for her employees - check that out : see what that kid can do ? Your cloth design is even worse, stupid, and you don't even have the excuse of not knowing how to color inside the lines yet ! So she'll plaster a smile on and ask for more, keeping them around and pulling a spot the differences - right, there's none between her employees' work and the pics. Funnily enough, this indirectly helps the kid improve (in realistic measure) and Velvette will find herself accidentally inspired by a detail or two, doing a double-take on the pic, before discreetly incorporating it into her work. She'll never admit it. That, and actually taking the 'design' as-is to knit the ugliest pair of sweaters she can and offer them to Vox and Valentino as a joke on a day they particularly aggravated her. Alongside a "hat of shame" for her worst worker, like a substitude donkey cap. Mocking the whole thing on social media becomes her outlet, and she looks forward to the next crayon abomination the oblivious kid will produce.

Valentino would faux-praise anything to high heavens, then forget it on a table and not miss it if the cleaners threw it away in the meantime. Oh, where did your drawing go ? Ah, don't worry cutie, uncle Val keeps it in a special place ! (the trashbin). However, anything that's about him, he'll keep, more or less, for some moments (before again forgetting about it), but the extra-cool ones deserve some mention : that one when his majestic wings are outspanned in all their glory, even if his body is a weird asymetrical patchwork with his head too small for his hat, yeah, that one he'll at least put in a drawer. Then forget about it and be surprised next time he opens that drawer and finds it again, remember, smile, and close it once more. When enough drawings have disappeared by mysterious circumstances, he'll avoid making the kid upset and instead go hey, I have an idea, cariño/cariña, why don't you keep them for me, hm ? Y'see, uncle Val is incredibly busy, and can't think for everyone, so how about you do that for me ? and the kid will mostly agree, but still wants to show them to him. So he gets the idea of signing them, as a stamp of approval. Then it turns into a game of him signing every drawing, because he loves putting his name on it, and encourages doing more pics of him, and did I mention how he likes when it's about him ? I thought it was too subtle.

The other Overlords :

Rosie will kindly sit next to the child while they draw, chitchatting with them and playing along (Oh ? So is that my hat ? I see you pay attention to detail, sweetie. The color you chose for my dress is lovely, but have you considered that shade of red ? I think it'll fit better), though mainly trying to instaure a better sense of colors than the clashing red/green disaster that's currently happening. She'll like everything that's presented to her, gently guide through and nitpick a bit on the details (Draw inside the lines, darling, you're an artist after all !) for improvement. While she might not hang them around her house (least of all her workplace) because crayon is forever divorced from her general aesthetic, she'll keep an album of them.

Zestial would be quite surprised : a kid offering him a drawing ? Hasn't happened since last century. And it's him to boot ? Well, the gesture is nice. He'll keep it, or ask Carmilla to keep it for him. Might provide commentary and be needed to remember that five to eight years old don't have the same fine motor control and sense of perspective as Renaissance artists.

Carmilla would be perfectly normal about it, she's used to that, just like Husk. A drawing of her is met with a smile, she looks proud of it, and she'll probably keep it on her private desk at home (not at work, she's a weapons dealer and that might distract a bit from the seriousness of trade), in a frame, or like Rosie in an album. She might give points and tips to improve, otherwise she's just content letting the kid do whatever they want on that front.

The one I forgot :

LUCIFER, for hell's sake ! The guy's a dad. As a babysitter, he'll be the goofiest around, hyper and joyful and sometimes maybe a bit too much in wanting to constantly awe them, expect a rollercoaster ride of doing awesome things and napping like there's no tomorrow from all the exhaustion. He'll play with the kid nonstop, always being around, and when not agreeing to something will find a way to break out the "no" in a non confrontative and absolutely silly way ("Nnnnuhuhuhuuuu !" - top quote of 2024 for me, people). Really acts out the stories he's telling, he's a theater dad, dangit - to the point that anyone entering in the room can't tell who's the child and who's the adult. Will often talk about oh, you know, when Charlie was younger she did that just like you ! It was adorable. Best for bedtime stories, and general roleplaying - he'll 'faint' for 6 minutes and a half straight, and blame gravity afterwards. Great at distracting from dangerous stuff, to the point the kid doesn't know there even was danger. He'll just forget which rubber duck can spit fire and which doesn't, but once he realizes his mistake, whopee ! it's gone. Dealing with tantrums ? He'll just let the kid tire themselves out, until he can get his point across and make sure they'll listen. Might even add lalalaaa, can't hear you, talk to me once you're done~ and just be around doing his own things while keeping an eye on them. He'll always be around, but will let the kiddo have time for themselves and play on their own if they wish to.

A drawing of him ? The guy smiles so bright it lights up the whole room. He'll praise it to sky highs, even overpraising, like it's the second coming of Leonardo Da Vinci. Being someone creative himself, he'll be fully on board with drawings - sometimes accidentally one upping the kid in his enthusiasm and unwillingly creating an inferiority complex in the process. This is quickly resolved by offering to work together, and he likes nothing better than the patchwork of ideas and raw imagination. He'll keep whole albums, plural, of the stuff the kid does, and indefinitely gush about it (but a bit less than with Charlie - she's his daughter afterall).

Dunno if I'll do the heavenly side (Sera, Lute, Adam, Emily - boy, Adam's gonna be a disaster. Lute even worse, maybe), but if you're interested (or if, again, my brain says yeah let's do it), why not.

Welp, I seem physically incapable of writing a short post.

Again, Masterpost here.

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Time wasn't in our favor - Part 1

Pairing: TASM Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x Female!Reader

Summary: "Ooh, I can give you a mini tour of my New York city!" - What if...your soulmate is from another universe but you didn't know? Soulmate AU. Set during NWH, fluff.

Note: This will stray from NWH's main events since I needed to make it longer cause in the movie, they were only there for probably a few hours. Also, I just took 2 random elements as part of the cure, don't hold me responsible for that. Based on 'See you later' (ten years) by Jenna Raine.

Word count: 5k

Series Masterlist: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Happy Ending, Sad Ending.

"Damn, was I gone for years? Since when could you do magic?" Y/N jested as she walked through the portal that apparently Ned had conjured up. Her two friends smiled as they spotted the familiar glimmer in her eyes.

"Oh, you missed a lot," MJ commented, smiling sweetly at Y/N. "We all miss you a lot," she admitted. Ned nodded eagerly at this.

"Awe, MJ, I miss you guys too. It's boring not getting into trouble," Y/N half-hearted joke.

"Anyways, where am I? and where's Peter?" Y/N asked, observing the cozy living room she was in.

"You're at my grandma's house, and see...we don't know where he is, but since we managed to portal you here, we figure let's try to portal Peter here too,"

"I am so not used to this magic and portal talk," Y/N sighed. "But alright, let's do this."

Circling his fingers again, Ned muttered, "Find Peter Parker." The portal flickered but didn't open. With more determination, the boy repeated, "Find Peter Parker!"

This time, he successfully opened the portal. The three teens looked at the alley way presented in front of them. Stood afar was Peter Parker in his Spiderman suit.

"Peter! It's us! Come!" MJ yelled, watching as the boy confusingly turned around and looked at the portal. Y/N, however, wasn't convinced about the person despite her vast distance from the boy in spandex.

Even from afar, she could tell he was too tall.

"Strange question. Are you sure that's Peter and not someone clowning us?" Y/N muttered.

"Of course that's Peter, I doubt that there is another Peter Parker who is Spiderman," MJ responded before gesturing for Peter to come into the living room. The boy did as told, jogging towards the portal. Y/N watched as he grew taller and taller until MJ and Ned both scrunched their face in the same confused state Y/N was in.

That was the moment he took his mask off.

"Who the hell are you?" MJ accusingly pointed out, crossing her arms.

"I'm Peter Parker," the unbelievably attractive stranger repli-

wait, what - unbelievably attractive? Y/N snap out of it.

"That's not possible," MJ left no room for discussions.

"I'm Spiderman - in my world, but then yesterday I was...I-I was just here...String theory, multi-dimensional reality, and matter of displacement - all real?" Peter asked, looking at the portal with dorky amazement. The sight somehow made Y/N feel giggly.

And so she did - a chuckle left her mouth, drawing the stranger’s attention. As his gaze landed on her, Peter's lips parted a bit. Their eyes locked and something about this first moment seemed like it won't be the last. Those chocolate brown eyes, how could something hold such softness yet the same amount of pain? An overbearing feeling tingled every inch of Y/N's body as she froze in her spot.

His eyes were seemingly whispering to her, “have we met?” Something about him just pulled Y/N in.

"Yeah," MJ grunted skeptically.

"I knew it," he broke the eye contact, looking at MJ, while Y/N averted her gaze to her foot.

"Prove it," MJ quickly filled the silence.

"Prove what?"

"That you're Peter Parker."

"I don't carry an ID with me. It kinda defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing," Peter spoke up. What surprised him, though, was how his eyes automatically trailed to the quiet one of the three teens. It was as if his body begged for a response from her. If he didn't know any better, he would say his mind was trying to impress her.

Just as a piece of Peter started reminding him of Gwen, it evaporated as he watched Y/N’s lips twitch into an amused smirk.

Taking advantage of his distracted state, MJ threw bread at him.

"Why did you do that?" Peter asked.

"I was trying to see if you have the tingle thing."

"I have the tingle thing, just not for bread- can you not throw the bread again? You're a deeply distrusting person and I respect it." he launched to the ceiling, hoping the girl would believe him. His eyes once again crawled back to Y/N. Peter grinned internally when he saw her eyebrows lift in silent approval.

"Crawl around," Peter looked back at MJ again upon hearing her demand.

"Crawl around?"

"Guys, let's not even start. We need to find the real Peter," Y/N interrupted, deciding to stop the quarrel that was wasting precious time.

"Ouch," the boy muttered, grinning at Y/N when they made eye contact again. She only shook her head lightly in a joking manner.

"Ned, do the magic thing again," Y/N said, standing back to let the boy get his focus.

"Find Peter Parker!" repeating the message three times, Ned managed to open a portal. However, instead of appearing in front of the teens, it opened from behind them.

"Great, it's just some random guy," Ned muttered.

"Hello," the middle age man greeted.

"You're Peter." Y/N stated, piecing the situation together.

"Yeah...Peter Parker. I've seen you three..." he looked at the previous Peter. "Wait...he's not your friend." Before the other three knew it, the two Peters started shooting webs at each other, grinning as if finding the situation amusing.

"Wait, so you're Spider man too?" Ned asked

"Yeah, and this might sound kinda weird, but I've been trying to find your friend ever since I got here...I just have this sense that he needs my help," " the oldest Peter replied.

"He does, but we don't know where he is and honestly...right now we're all he really has left." MJ spoke up.

"Is there someplace that he might go that has meaning to him? Like a place where he would go to-"

"Get away from everything?" the tallest Peter interrupted, a mutual understanding look flashed across both Spider-mans' faces.

"For me, it was the top of the Chrysler building,"

"Empire state. Better view..." the Peter who arrived first responded, eyes landing on Y/N, who was standing near him.

"Yes...yeah, I think I know exactly where that would be."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After convincing Peter to give the other two Spiderman a chance, the whole group snuck into a lab from Midtown High School. Y/N felt the tears threatening to spill again after being told about all the events that she has missed while being grounded at home. It was heartbreaking to hear how Aunt May had passed away. She was like Y/N's second mother.

"I'm so sorry Peter..." Y/N trailed off, sniffling slightly as she saw the evident pain in Peter's eyes.

"It's okay, we just need to create a cure for all of them, the last thing I wanted was for her to die in vain," Peter muttered.

"She definitely didn't die in vain. We can do this, Peter," Y/N said, hoping her words would ease the boy. It somewhat worked, as determination made its way on the boy's face.

"Right, so what should I help with? You guys all seem to know what you're doing."

"We all know you became smarter than me-"

"My life's achievement," Y/N jested, grinning as smiles grew around the room at her comment. But her gaze stuck on the tallest Peter, her heart ached over how gorgeous his smile was.

"So finding a cure would be a lot faster and frankly...I miss you a lot," Peter continued. His sentimental words made Y/N smile, feeling appreciated.

"Alright, let's do this," Peter 1, or this universe's Peter, spoke up, determined to dive back into work.

"I don't know who to help," Y/N whispered to MJ, who immediately smirked at the question.

"How about the one you were staring at?"

"I wasn't staring at him."

"So we know which Peter we're talking about huh?"

"I deducted and also, let's not talk about this because they all have super hearings," Y/N immediately spotted all of Peter's mouths quirking up from the corner, which caused her to roll her eyes playfully.

"Well, just help Peter 3, maybe get to know him and who knows," MJ suggested.

"Yeah yeah, alrighty," Y/N sarcastically concluded, but approaching Peter 3 nevertheless, pulling a chair with her.

"Hi," she plopped down, greeting the stranger who managed to colour her intrigued.

"Hello," Peter 3 greeted. He deliberately met eyes with her, knowing fully well that despite her words to MJ, they definitely held eye contact for longer than normal. Much to his enjoyment, a part of him felt immense guilt for even glancing at another girl who wasn't Gwen.

"Do you need help?" Y/N asked, holding that eye contact deliberately as well.

"Yeah, I just can't remember this one thing that I added back then, maybe you can figure it out?" Peter 3 gave her the note that he had written down. Y/N looked down on the paper.

"I don't think there's a Y/N in my world - at least, I didn't know her," Peter started, clearly trying to start a conversation.

"Well, there's a Peter in my world and he's really sweet. If other versions of himself are the same, I think they should grow on me just the same," Y/N grinned, skimming through the paper. As Peter was about to reply, Y/N spoke again.

"Four..." grabbing the pencil in his hand. Their hands grazed at this, distracting the boy.

"Hm?"

"It's supposed to be four, rather than three drops here to balance up with other chemicals. Also, I think you're missing either Pralidoxime or Sodium bicarbona-"

"That's it! Sodium bicarbonate - thank you so much," he jumped out of his seat for a second, giving her the most beautiful smile she had ever seen again for the second time.

"You're welcome..." Y/N trailed off again, watching as the boy eagerly worked on his cure. She couldn't get rid of the smile he just gave her, or the face of pure joy. It was cute how he jumped up like a little kid on Christmas day.

It was quick, but she noticed his glance at her covered wrist. Y/N looked down at it and gave a dry chuckle, "Do you guys have soulmates in your Universe?"

"Yeah, we do."

"Well, I just...gave up on it in a way. It feels weird for me to fall for somebody just because they're my soulmate. I want it to happen naturally. And if the concept is true then maybe when I fall for somebody, they would happen to also be my soulmate," Y/N explained, even though she realized she didn't have to. Somehow she felt the need to justify herself to the boy.

"Hey. No, no, no, no. Look at me. I'm here." Y/N glanced at Peter and MJ. The two were clearly sharing an intimate moment. Despite being around the couple all the time, Y/N couldn't help but feel sour at the scene.

"I'm not going anywhere. We're gonna get through this. We're gonna get through it together." MJ concluded. "Okay?" MJ asked, to which Peter nodded.

She glanced down at the covered tattoo again and sighed quietly. Deciding it wasn't worth it to be gloomy, she looked back at Peter 3 again. However, she spotted the look of wanting and guilt on his face.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Gwen...she was my soulmate, and losing her broke me. I never thought I could feel such pain. Especially being Spiderman, I was prone to injuries. This was unhealable," Peter 3 gulped, his voice breaking.

Y/N had seen people who she loved sad before. She would try to cheer them up. However, seeing this Peter in pain made her want to rip the world apart for causing such a feeling for the boy. The sight brought searing displeasure to her. It was heartbreaking for Y/N to know what he had been through. It made her want to do anything for him to never feel such emotions again. She wanted to bring the pain, sorrow, guilt and bitterness away.

"I'm so sorry..."Y/N muttered, though her mind was more overwhelmed by this unfamiliar feeling of protectiveness.

Peter 3 couldn't look at Y/N this time. His head reminding that this would be disloyalty.

"I'm sure she would be proud of you for everything..." Y/N muttered, trying to comfort the boy.

Just then, the substance Peter was whisking turned a slight shade of green, indicating that it was done.

"Looks like we're finished," Peter half grinned at the cure.

"You finished? That's good then, we're also almost done," Peter 1 spoke up, peering at the cure with intrigued eyes, clearly impressed.

"Gosh, I'm so hungry," Ned muttered. MJ muttered something along the same line, letting out a sigh in the process.

"I can get us all something, yeah?" Y/N asked, though her voice came through as a stern motherly statement. The girl grabbed her jacket, and jogging to the door.

"Wait, I'll come with," Y/N looked at Peter 3, who ran after her.

"Ooh, I can give you a mini tour of my New York city!" Y/N said.

"Also, you do realize people might see your Spidey suit under that lab coat, right?" Y/N questioned, hand holding the door knob.

"Wait, you can borrow some of my clothes," Peter 1 suggested, nudging Ned to open a portal.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sight was one of a kind - Peter 3 in Peter 1's clothing. They were a few sizes smaller, so the view caused the girl to giggle when she initially saw it. To be entirely real, she had not stopped giggling since then.

"I'm so sorry, it's just...you're a lot taller," the girl gasped between giggles, watching as Peter 3 rolled his eyes playfully.

"Never would I imagine myself getting bullied because of my height," the boy commented.

"Well, there's a first for everything, isn't there?" as the words left her mouth, the two arrived at their destination.

"Welcome to Richard’s, only the best sandwich shop in New York City!" Y/N dramatically introduced.

"Wait - this is your favorite spot?" Peter 3 asked. He opened the door and gestured for her to walk in first, to which Y/N obliged.

"Yeah, I can literally go here every day."

"This is my favorite spot as well!"

"No way! The Peter here keeps insisting Delmar is the best, but I beg to differ. Nothing can top Richard’s," the girl was glad to know that another version of Peter agreed with her.

"Y/N! It's been quite some time, how are you?" the shop owner asked, the sympathetic smile on his face clearly indicating his awareness of Y/N's situation.

"I've been better," the girl replied honestly.

"Anyways, what do you want to order?" she asked Peter, watching as he peered at the menu that was exactly the same as his universe.

"I'll have a meatball sandwich, but without pickles, please, and extra cheese," the boy ordered, watching as Richard chuckled at this.

"Oh, are you ordering a 'Y/N's'?"

"A 'Y/N's'?" Peter peered at the girl, who still wore an amazed look on her face.

"Yeah, she's been ordering that for like three years already, we decided to name it after her."

Peter looked down at the girl, "You're telling me that's your favorite?" As a response, Y/N nodded slowly, copying the smile growing on the boy's face.

"No way, this is unbelievable. I always order that!" Peter chuckled.

"Well, make that two 'Y/N's sandwiches', two ham and egg, and two grilled chicken. Thank you!" Y/N paid for the purchase, quickly rushing Peter to one of the tables.

"My Richard’s didn't name it after me though, the decency," he huffed, grinning as Y/N laughed at this.

"Ah, but I personally think 'Y/N's sandwich' sounds better than 'Peter's sandwich' though," the girl teased, immediately giggling when Peter's mouth dropped in a feigned offended look.

"Damn, I never knew you were so mean."

"I bet the me in your universe is even feistier."

"Yeah...I think it would have been fun to know you in my world..." Peter trailed off, a faraway look on his face when he looked at the girl. He imagined the things they would have done together if he had known her. He thought of how good friends they would have been, especially with how well they were clicking now.

"I'm sure she would have bossed you around, and I would be sure damn proud," Y/N beamed, standing up when she saw Richard finishing up her order and putting it on the counter. Peter stood up as well, waiting for the girl to return with the food.

He often found himself in moments like these lately: what could have been and what ifs.

How have I not met her before? - Peter wondered.

"Well, let's head back now. I'm sure the others are dying of starvation," Y/N over-exaggerated, dramatically pretending to faint, which abrupted a laugh from Peter.

"Besides, we can't deprive them of such good sandwiches," the girl muttered, skipping a few steps ahead before slowing down to walk beside Peter again. The boy quickly laced his fingers between hers and the plastic bag, trying to untangle it from her hand.

"It's fine, I can carry it," the girl responded, but the bag slipped out of her hand and into his, nevertheless. "Hey! It's fine. I insist," the boy spoke up, watching as a look of appreciation beamed on her face.

The two walked across a field of green grass, and a small chuckle emitted from Y/N.

"Ooh, dandelions," she pointed. Indeed, there were plenty of dandelions on the small field they were walking past. Deciding to take a break from saving the world, Y/N walked towards it and casually plucked one from the field, showing Peter the little plant in her hand. It was surprising how Y/N could see the dandelions despite how dark it was.

"Wanna make a wish?" Y/N asked.

"I think you should make it though, you're the one who found it," Peter 3 replied, switching the bag to his other hand.

Silence engulfed them for a second as Y/N looked at the dandelion intently. The boy could not help but admire her at that moment: how cute she looked while in deep thinking.

Y/N glanced back up at him, "I think you might need it more than I do."

Doing what she did previously, Peter 3 stared at her for a bit in silence, mirroring the intense look. Y/N was under the street light, making her illuminate like an angel gracing her presence on Earth.

"Okay...I'll make a wish," Y/N grinned at the reply, watching as the boy took a step closing to her and into the same light she was standing under. He peered down at her. The height difference caused for her to look up at him. Peter closed his eyes and scrunched his eyebrows, clearly taking this silly thing very seriously. Meanwhile, Y/N couldn't take her eyes off the boy. It was too soon to say, but she could see herself falling for him. Yet once again, her heart ached, knowing that he once had a soulmate, who he did love a lot and lost. She also knew she was falling for 'impossibility' because, in the end, he would have to leave.

Y/N snapped out of her trance as Peter blew on the dandelion, setting free the little mini dandelion flying.

"Now let's hope it comes true," something about the way he gazed into her eyes seemed so genuine and meaningful, yet Y/N couldn't understand why.

Suddenly, the wind gushed. The black bandana that was once wrapped around Y/N wrist somehow flung open and flew with the wind, causing the girl to gasp and attempt to chase after it. Just seconds after, however, she realized that her item was gone for good, Y/N sighed in disappointment.

Peter, who was behind her, peered at her tattoo.

"A spider, huh?"

"Yeah, he's probably an arachnologist or something," Y/N sighed.

"It's kind of a big coincident though, you being friends with Spiderman and then having a spider tattoo for a soulmate."

"Well, Peter's soulmate is MJ so...here we are," Peter had sensed bitterness in her words.

The boy pushed the guilt away as he stepped closer to her. His fingers delicately touched the tattoo, as if scared that if he held her wrist a little too hard, he would break her. Y/N shivered at this. Partially because this was the first time somebody else touched her soul mark. While, the other reason was unknown to her. Something about his touch affected her in a way nobody had done before.

Sparks.

"...Were you in love with him?" Peter asked quietly, watching as her shoulders tensed. Silence, once again, took over the conversation. Unlike before, it wasn't lighthearted. The atmosphere was tense and strained.

"I was in love with the idea of who I thought he was."

Peter was finally able to put the pieces together and understood the reason why Y/N disliked the concept so much.

"Anyway, uhm - what about you? What is your tattoo?" Y/N tried to divert the subject to Peter instead, wishing to keep the memories of her heartbreak forever buried. She pulled her wrist from his hands.

"I got a spider web," Peter informed, following Y/N as she started walking out of the field. The two headed back to the lab again.

"It faded to gray when she died," Peter muttered.

"You know 60% of our conversation is so gloomy," Y/N tried to break the tension. "Maybe we should talk about something else! What do you like? What's your hobby?"

"Skating and photography."

"No way! I love photography. Never tried skating though, pretty sure I would fall flat on my face," the girl grimaced at the thought, which caused Peter to laugh.

"Wait! Oh. My. Gosh! Do you have this ice cream store in your universe?? Please say you do, or else you're missing out so much," Y/N rambled upon spotting her favorite ice cream truck.

"We actually don't," Peter replied, staring at the subject of the conversation.

"I can't believe you've never had the chance to try this before. Clearly, my New York is superior. You know what? My treat - even though the others are waiting. It'll just take five minutes," the girl rambled again, dragging the boy with her.

What she didn't notice though, was the look of sheer admiration on Peter's face as she held his wrist, pulling him to the truck.

"What flavour do you want?" Y/N asked, already having a flavour for herself in mind.

"How about you choose?" Peter answered, though this choice was intentional. The boy was testing something.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, Sam, can I have two cups of cookies and cream? Thank you."

"No way," Peter immediately chuckled at her order.

"What?"

"That's my favourite ice cream flavour."

"It's mine as well..." the girl trailed off, disbelieving the amount of similarities between the two of them.

"Here you go, Y/N," Sam, the ice cream truck's owner gave them the ice cream as Y/N paid.

For a second, the moment was too nostalgic for Peter. It reminded him of the night he had ice cream with Gwen. Except this time, it was in another universe. Strangely enough, the moment felt different and...right.

"Talking about photography, what's your type? Like portrait? Or wildlife...?" Y/N asked, munching on the ice cream eagerly.

"Definitely portrait, especially natural moments and interactions between peopl-" Peter halted, his eyes lighting up.

"This is...amazing," he gestured to the ice cream. Y/N lit up at this.

"I KNOW! And yes, I love to capture interactions as well. There's something so pure and beautiful about it..." she trailed off, noticing how Peter was staring at her.

"What?"

"No no. Nothing, carry on."

"As I was saying, I love photography. Photos in general, since I rely heavily on them to recall lovely moments, because they never seem to fade...unlike my memory."

Peter laughed in amusement at the girl's words. The moment caused for the girl to halt for a second. If only she had her camera at that second, because the sight was heavenly for her.

"Surely your memory is not that bad," Peter tried to defend her.

"Don't ask me what I had for dinner last night, cause I genuinely can't remember," Peter laughed again at this. Y/N bit her lips as warmth spread through her heart. The desire to have a camera at that moment grew larger than before.

"If I'm not wrong, there's a photo booth around here," Peter spoke up, snapping the girl out of her trace. It was as if he had read her mind.

Peter picked up his pace. Y/N quickly matched his speed.

"Nice, it's also here in your universe," Peter breathed out, looking at the familiar sight.

Peter dug through the tiny jacket that belonged to Peter 1. He let out a chuckle and showed her the coins.

"Wow, stealing money, huh?" Y/N teased as Peter lifted the curtain for her to walk in.

"How could I be stealing from myself? Peter replied cheekily, grinning as the girl rolled her eyes.

"Ready?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Which one do you like more?" Peter 3 asked, each hand holding a set of photos that they took from the booth.

"This one, but they're both cute," Y/N looked at each photo individually. She giggled at the one they did Spiderman's hand pose.

"Say...have you ever been to the top of the Empire State Building?" Peter asked, catching Y/N off-guard.

"No...why?" the girl asked, feeling unease if this was a suggestion as to where she thought this was going.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"YOU HAVE TO WARN ME NEXT TIME," Y/N whisper-yelled as her foot settled down on top of the Empire State Building.

"I think I almost had a heart attack," Y/N muttered to herself, trying to get her heartbeat back to normal.

Clearly, someday I'll have a heart attack because of Peter - no matter which version from which universe. - The girl grumbled at this thought.

"And also people might see you and think that there's a second Spiderman or something. Then they might come after you. I don't want you going through what Peter 1 is going through. It's horrible," Peter simply stared at her. His eyes softened as he realized that she cared.

"Also I don't get how you do that everyday, just swinging in the air," Y/N finally looked at the boy, partially trying to break the soft moment with a joke. Unlike before, she did catch the deep gaze he was giving her.

"Peter?"

"Hm?"

"You okay?"

"...Yeah," for once he was being honest with the question.

The boy approached her, hands smoothing down her hair that was in multiple directions due to the wind while swinging up here.

"Thanks," the girl smiled at him. Her eyes were then averted to the scenery behind him.

"Woah. This is wicked cool!" she ran to the edge, staring at the view doe-eyed.

"In my universe, this would be the place I'd go to every time everything gets too much," Y/N let the word sunk in, remembering him briefly mentioning this before.

"Thank you for sharing this to me, Peter."

The two stared at each other. Both had the same thoughts in their minds. Just being with one another had healed their wounds, even if it was temporary.

"I completely forgot, we need to head back," Y/N reminded, watching as Peter's face dropped at her words.

"Right, can't let the others starve, can we?" Peter quoted. As a reaction, Y/N gave him a wide smile, but she didn't reply yet. A part of her wanted to embrace this good moment. It had been a while since she had this much fun. It was almost as if Peter had become the light in this little darkness of hers.

"Let's go, Spidey."

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As much as Y/N disliked the idea, it was the fastest way back to the lab. So here she was, screaming again at the top of her lungs as Peter had his hand wrapped around her, while she clung onto him like a koala, swinging through Queens.

"Yeah no, we're never doing that again," Y/N muttered as she unwrapped herself from the tall boy. She couldn't fathom how MJ managed it, being the more frequent passenger to the swings.

As they were about to start walking, a kid skated right at the two, almost knocking over Y/N. Luckily, Peter had his spider senses, which automatically made the boy wrap his hand around Y/N's waist and pull her towards him to prevent the accident from happening.

There it was again. Those damn sparks that made Y/N's heart flutter.

Peter gulped at the familiar feeling.

"Guess a superhero never stops working, huh?" the girl jested, soon realizing his hand was still around her.

"I guess not..." he trailed off, seemingly looking down at her lips before flicking his eyes back on hers again. It was too quick that Y/N thought her eyes were lying to her.

There was no way he did that. - her mind tried to replay the moment while keeping itself calm.

"Do you see now why I don't like skateboards? They're out for me!" Y/N joked.

"Oh come on, they're not that bad. Some people are just reckless."

"Yeah yeah, I can't risk breaking any body parts anyway."

"I promise it's not that bad, Y/N. How about I teach you?"

The words left his mouth before Peter had thought it through. Both of them froze at his words. His eyes flickered elsewhere.

"Right..." he trailed off.

She's never dreamt of anybody like him. If she thought that Peter 1 was the one she clicked with the fastest, then Peter 3 was out of this world. They complimented each other so well. So a part of her easily understood how he had forgotten about the fact they were from different worlds. Y/N thought of how similar they are with stars to the night sky. From the perspective of others, the two seemed close. From their perspectives, they were light years away.

"Hey, under different circumstances, I would absolutely let you teach me, Peter," Y/N tugged on his arm, making him look at her.

"Now, stop being sad, we've done enough of those already, Parker. Let's go."

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Thank you for reading Part 1!

Series Masterlist: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Happy Ending, Sad Ending.

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thequietkid-moonie · 1 year

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hey! hope you're having an awesome day so far. i recently just finished watching "romantic killer" and OMG I LOVED IT! if you don't mind, could i request some headcanons of kazuki, junta, and hijiri crushing on the reader who's a huge otaku (like a huge one. loves watching anime and reading manga when given the chance, owns as much merch as they can afford, and their eyes literally light up when anyone mentions her favorite series)? and one thing about them is that they're such a simp over certain anime characters, will literally squeal over images and video clips like "WHY IS (INSERT ANIME CHARACTER) SO CUTE/HOT/GORGEOUS?!" later, it turns out the reader also likes the boys back, and while they're happy about it, they're initially flustered like "you actually like me? out of all people, you like someone who does nothing but watch anime 24/7?" and even asking "you do realize that you're probably gonna deal with me screaming over my anime husbandos and/or waifus even when we date, right?" (may or may not have put myself on blast with this request. also, sorry if this got a bit too long LMAO). ty! <3

Their crush is a huge otaku

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Kazuki, Junta, Hijiri ] [ Romantic Killer ]

Dear are you sure you aren't my lost twin or something? 🤨 Because you have described me perfectly

Haha I loved your prompt dear, it was really funny to think

Tsukasa Kazuki

Since the first moment you had met Tsukasa you had always been like that, and actually that is something he admires, just being you is something that atracted him to you at first

It help that you don't pay much attention in his beaty, he hates to draw attention for his appearance and you had never made a big deal of it (mainly because you are always focused in the characters you love, but he still appreciate it)

Speaking of, probably you had emphasize his appearance at least once, and the first time you did it he get anxious (specially if it was when you two met), but he was surprised that in just on a second you started talking about someone else, a characters that looks like him (even if is just a little) and you just start ranting about them, not even paying attention to Tsukasa anymore, he was confused and shocked but somehow grateful too

He had never been bothered by your ranting, at first he find it problematic since he hates drawing attention, and with how excited you get it could be a little difficult to not to, but with some time he just gets used to and doesn't bother him anymore

He had never mind it at all whenever you talk about the characters you love, but he tent to ask you to calm down before you hurt yourself for how excited you get, if you show him pictures or videos of them he will see them (just because you asked nicely) but he doesn't say much about them since he cannot see what is so special about them (he doesn't say it out loud though, he had learned his lesson after the first time he did it and you explained to him all the good things you know about that character)

If you ever show him your collection, either mangas or different merch, he will find it a little strange (it would remember him a little about his stalker, but he calms down rather quickly when you start talking like always), he won't judge you though (at least try not to), and will give you some advice of how take proper care of it if you ask him (he is pretty good with the housechores so that could help)

If you ask him he will make you company while shopping whenever you go for more mangas or merch, he doesn't mind too much, but he will make you dress something not anime related

Tsukasa doesn't even realice when he started to pay more attention to whatever you are saying, when he start to made efforts to understand what are you talking about, when he started waiting to be able to talk to you just so he could hear you speak with such emotion nor even when he started to get annoyed whenever he heards you simp about one of your favorite characters, wanting to be the one you are talking about so lovely (but he feels embarrassed about feeling like that)

For him is a slowly process so he will notice his feelings for you after some time, when he had already fallen in love you, and his attitude doesn't change much, but he discreetly start to spending more time to you, you have become his safe space so he start being a little more clingy

He start to even pay a more close attention to you, to your voice and your expresions so it won't be so strange if he ask you from time to time about the anime you are watching, he may even unconsciously mentions it when you two aren't talking about it just to to provoke you so you will start talking about it (specially becouse by just hearing the only mention of it makes you noticibly excited, and he loves seeing you like that, it amused him)

He probably won't confess, it had to be you the who confess to him or either one of you do it by accident, unconsciously letting out at comment that express your feelings

And when you two admit your feelings for each other he never expected for you to asking if he is willing to accept you as the huge otaku and simp you are, he will look at you weirdly and say that he already does it and he loves you for who you are, he is already used to your craziness (and he will tease you for it)

Junta Hayami

Junta is really sweet and kind-hearted, even when he is bothered for something he has troubles to say it, but by the moment you two become friends he is always up to hear you rant about anime, he doesn't mind

From time to time he can get confused and a little bit overwhelmed for all your ranting and he tries to ask you to stop or to repeat yourself mainly because he is actually trying to undestand all you are saying, Junta really tries to get into the conversation, even if he doesn't really know the anime or doesn't say much he is always paying attention

He won't have much troubles to help you whenever you need it, like if you stayed up watching anime at night or were too distracted during class he will help you to cover it or explaining to you what you missed, but will scold you for doing it (no matter how much times you do it he never stop helping you, he just get more worried about you)

If you ever recommend him an anime or manga he promises to watch/read it, and he actually will make some time to do it, it won't be too weird if one day he came to you to ask you something about it or to tell you something he really liked it

Also, it won't be so strange if he ended up learning your favorite animes and characters, he actually did efforts too, and he even search about them a little more whenever something you say catch his attention

Whenever he heards you being simp over a characters he laugh nervously, at first it makes him nervous because is like if you were talking about something personal (since you like them so much), after some time he get used to but still it makes him a little nervous since you get so excited and even passionate whenever you talk about the character you love (and when he starts liking you he start being a little jelous too)

Junta doesn't have the heart to say something bad about them or ask you to stop, you seem to be having a lot of fun with talking about them and he will feel bad for interrupt you (even by accident). Also, if you show him pictures or videos of them he won't say much and just nod or say that you are right

Junta doesn't think much about his appearance and he is rather shy, so if you ever compliment his appearance he will get super flustered, even if you did it because he looks like one of the characters you love and start ranting about them, he doesn't mind (that actually help him calm down) he still appreciate the compliment, but after some time it would start bother him because he wants to be the person you like (he may even put more attention on what you say about them)

To be honest he was surprised the first time he saw your collection or when he accompanied you to buy something new, he has never thought that it would exist some much merch for just one anime, he really takes time to appreciate all your collection if you let him and he gladly hear you rant about it (like from what anime it is, from what scene, if it is a special edition and so on)

Also, he normally is busy with the school and the club (all the training and matches) but he will be happy to go with you whenever you want to buy more things for your collection (but he will be a little shy for it since that could easily be a date)

By the time Junta start liking you he will get a little more clingy and blushy with you, it would take him some time to notice it too but he tries to not make a big deal of it

He had never mind it all your excitment about the animes but now he start to get more flustered whenever you rant about them because now he pay more attention on your expresions and your voice, feeling that he falls more in love whenever he sees you and feeling embarrassed whenever he catches himself thinking like that. Now he will pay more attention on the characters you love the most, trying to see if there is something similar between them (maybe there will know your type or if he even has a chance with you)

The moment you two confess your feelings for each other you don't even have to ask him because he had let out his heart when he tell you how he feels, and he makes sure to say that he loves you completely , even that part of you that loves ranting about the animes and characters you love the most

Hijiri Koganei

Hijiri is used to be surrounded by people who admire and praise him, so to catch his attention you have to be different from them and not really pay attention to him. It could be either because you say that he is like a typical anime character or praise his appearance just to start ranting about one of the characters you love that he looks like

He doesn't even know what are you talking about but he is offended because you are comparing him with someone else and you seem to prefer the other. He will confront you right away, how you dare to compare him with someone else?, he demand to know it in that moment so you will have no other option than talk about the anime/character (not like you don't want to), that is the first time he heard you rant like that

At first he just stay by your side because he wanted to show you that he is obviously better that all that characters you talk so much, but soon he start seeing you as a friend (as much as he hate it)

He thinks that all your rant is dumb and usless (at least at first) and he will express it, but he will learn to at least tolerate it since offending what you love just makes your relationship difficult (either because you get mad at him or because it sadden you, both option lead you to avoid him)

After some time Hijiri go from criticize you for obsessing over something he sees silly to criticize the plot and characters, he may even admit from time to time that "is not too bad", maybe it isn't the best change but that shows the interest he started to win over it

Normally you two have this conversations in "dates", he accept to hear you rant about everything you want only if is in a date (for him is like a deal), and after some time he just get used to all your ranting and even start to get interested in it, and when he does he will start to search more about it (either him or ask Tsuchiya to do it)

Also, he tent to surprise you by having the iniative to talk more about that anime or saying some details that you could bet he didn't know, he says that is not a big deal, is normal for him to know so much but in reallity he loves to see your shocked expression when he does it and to brag about it too

When you had commented that you have a collection with a lot of merch about it, he find it strange (and he say it) but he demand to see it (he is curious too). Even if he is surprided by your collection (no matter if is a lot or just a few things) he will act like is nothing, saying that he isn't impress even when he is curious

He from time to time buy you some things too, mainly after he got interested on the anime (and in you of course), he doesn't go out of his way to buy something but if he find something casually that he reconize it from anime you like or that he even is interested in, something he knows you will like

What he will never like is seeing you simp over the characters, even before he start liking you, he will call you idiot for it (but will stop after learning that this make things more difficult) he just don't see what you see in them, why you put so much attention in them and not in him? What they have that he doesn't? He is embarrassed for it but he is jelous of seeing you so excited for someone else, he will try to avoid to talk about them and even cut you when you start talking (and that just increase when he start liking you)

After he started to like you in a more sincere way then he will do more efforts to know what you like, trying to remember the animes you like the most (at least the names), now he pay more attention what you say than in criticize it. And this time he does efforts to find some merch about it, specially if is a special/limited edition, too expensive or something that have a special meaning either for you or in the anime (he isn't going to accept it but he is trying to impress you)

He never really had a problem with admiting that he is interested on you, so a confession it would came either from you or him admiting that now he likes you in a more sincere and romantic way

And when you ask him if is real and if he is willing to endure you he gets a little annoyed, first because you are doubting his feelings and second because he had already endure your attitude all this time, do you think he will do that if he doesn't wanted? He just accept his love for you inconspicuously, in his own way

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pastel-omegas-blog · 1 year

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Yohoo, you might know me as one of the people that wanted Leon as a harem member 😅 Can I request? If that's all right?

How would the others react to MC and Leon being lovey dovey? Like, MC and Leon being happy and such

Ooooh hi💖💖

You were the one who led me to do the other au for Dearly Detested

No problem.

All art used here does not belong to me. I used a picrew to create Alvar's face claim and the rest were found on pinterest.

Others reacting to Leon being lovey dovey with s/o.

⚠️Warning ⚠️ Mentions of obsessiveness and yandere tendencies and slight sexual themes

I'll be using Leon's harem members since you didn't specify which characters.

Alvar

During one of his secret walks in the more hidden gardens of the holy temple, he spots the two omegas together by mistake.

The recessive alpha is terrified at first when he sees Leon and m/n together.

Is even even more frightened when he sees Leon looking at him with such tender eyes and placing small kisses on his cheeks and hands.

Genuinely believes that the ' devil ' inside M/N somehow managed to put a love curse on his beloved lilly

He tries to not act immediately and tries to gather 'evidence' to accuse M/N of black magic and mind control, because he truly believes Leon is under some kind of spell.

Because that has to be the only someone like Leon, who is blessed by the gods and is gifted with such a pure and kind heart would ever associate with M/N.

A man known through out the whole of Trovia as the vessel of a demon lord that fell out of the heavens. The only way someone like Leon would willing associate with a ' stained ' man like is if he was brain washed.

Is level headed most of the time. If you can ignore his stalking

He does the investigation himself so he won't draw attention towards Leon. His precious doesn't need any negative attention. After all it's not his fault that evil man brainwashed him.!

Refuses to believe that maybe Leon might actually just like the mc and does not acknowledge that he's in denial about it

Of course, because of his internal jealousy towards watching his precious treat the discarded Emperor so gently, its not before he exposes himself.

He does so, when he stalks protectively follows the two to a secret forest and watch the two of them have a sweet picnic together.

Leon is being his caring and gentle self. Feeding baked desserts and sweets to his h/c darling while peppering his face and cheeks with small kisses, a deep purr rumbling contently in the larger omega's chest as he buried his face into the other's neck. And in return to his lover's gestures M/N can't stop the giddy giggles that leave his lips as he lets Leon do whatever he wants. Letting out happy chirps in return to the other's purr.

Their scents wrap into each other creating a warm, sweet and homey scent. The sight would have made even those who had hearts made of stone melt at the cuteness of it.

But Alvar found himself growing unreasonably angry for some reason.

Blinded by rage, the snow haired man walks out from his hiding spot behind a tree. The sudden flare of harsh phermones in the air and a strong månå presence around , gives the two omegas a huge fright.

And before the recessive can even start accusing the h/c man of using black magic on his love, Alvar finds himself nearly losing his head.

The moment he stepped out of his hiding spot , a huge månå blade made of wind lunged towards him with the intent to kill.

If it wasn't for the månå shield device he probably would have been dead by now. His head removed from his body before he even knew what was going on. Yet even with his strong shield the blade still managed to penetrate his barrier and graze his cheek, giving him a small cut.

A cut that had started bleeding red.

He choose to ignore how the blade easily cut down three trees behind him like they were nothing.

He stands their shocked for a few moments. His milky white eyes wide in shock and disbelief as his mind starts running miles a second trying to process what had just happened. It's the foul scent of the formally sweet phermones and a feral growl that snaps him out of it. The harsh wave of bloodlust following after it caused a shiver of fear to go down his spine.

He looked towards the two omegas ready to face the ' devil ' omega head, because even now he still believes that the man is responsible for the attack.

Even though deep down he knows the h/c man does not have the ability to conjure månå spell his mind refuses to think of any other possibility.

Of course it had to be the s/c man who had done it. Leon was to weak hearted to even hurt a fly.

He feels his heart shatter into a million pieces when he realizes that's not the case.

Big e/c eyes filled with fear stare into his own wide eyes. Their owner going to hide himself behind the larger frame of his omegan lover , as he gripped the back of the other man's robe tightly.

M/N. The one Alvar had been condemning this whole time was the one who looked like a scared rabbit.

And for a brief moment he couldn't understand why. Because he can still feel the killing intent in the air.

It wasn't until he looked over at the person who was protectively standing guard of the h/c that he realized how wrong he had been with his early assumptions.

Leon. His pure and kind beloved was the one glaring daggers at him and snarling at his presence like an animal.

The scene he was seeing completely destroyed the image of the weak and frail lilly he had envisioned Leon to be.

The blue haired man seemed to snap out of his feral daze as he starts to spurt out apologies towards the Pope, but with how he doesn't once leave his position standing protectively in front of the h/c man Alvar can tell he doesn't mean a word he says.

If anything the look in his eyes blunty tells the alpha that he's not wanted their and he should be going back to where he belongs, but the apologies still fly out none the less

Alvar felt his blood boil at the thought of being inferior to the h/c omega. He wanted to scream at the both of them and demand to know what their relationship is! Wanted to put them in their place by telling the Saint he had a duty to remain pure to the temple and the discarded Emperor that he was supposed to remain faithful to his husband!

" oh I'm so sorry Ally... " All the anger in his vains disappeared instantly once he heard the nicknames the blue haired omega had given to him. A jolt of pleasure going down his spine when the pretty man sent him a smile.

Even though said smile didn't reach his eyes

" ...but could ask you to keep I and lords L/N's relationship a secret ? We really don't want any else to know about this. I trust you that's why I'm asking you for such a big favour "

The blue haired omega purred out his words gently, but even a fool could tell they was no meaning in them other than telling the Pope to mind his own business.

Still Alvar found himself nodding his head to the man's request.

He could never say no to his beloved.

Even if it killed him watching the man be happy with someone else.

Basil

The pink haired recessive alpha doesn't think to much of it when the pretty saint starts to visit his master in their small mansion at the far edged of the imperial palace grounds.

He even gets worried about him the first time he came asking for his h/c master, because a large part of him was so sure his lord would pour the anger of his failing marriage between him and that bastard's emperor's failing marriage onto the innocent man.

Much to his surprise M/N had received the man with a giddy smile and excitement resembling that of a pup on a suger rush. The intial shock about the whole situation wears off quick when he chalks up their meeting to political things or his lord having matters to deal with in the holy temple and they had simply sent Saint Leon as a representative.

Is also weirded out by the lack of knights and temple attendants that are meant to be following the pretty omega. Leon was the Empire's treasure and so not seeing him with guards was going to be weird and worrisome.

Again his nerves calm down when the saint tells him that his meetings with his h/c were private and all the guards would draw attention. So taking the words saint's words to heart the recessive alpha believed him without any questions. Besides now that his master was busy he could now focus trying to break his oath to that devil omega.

Once he breaks the stupid oath he would try to woo the pretty saint. He knew he wasn't as rich or influential as the other people chasing him, but Basil was sure that his love would win!

But watching from the small gap of the door leading to his master's bedroom that dream became shattered.

" M/n gripped his lover's coat for dear life as he buried his face in the larger omega's chest as an attempt to hide the red blush dusting his cheeks, stuttering out answers and letting out small whines of embarrassments at the other's teasing, but his current position wouldn't let him getting away.

Leon couldn't stop the smirk that stretched on his thin peach lips as he continued to pepper kisses on the s/c man's neck. He had the man straddling his laps, with one hand on his hips while the other was grabbing fistfuls of the smaller omega' s plump ass. Laughing softly when ever he would squeal when he groped the soft flesh tightly.

Basil watched their display of affection with wide eyes, his baby blue hues filled with disbelief and heart break.

Purple amethyst eyes darted over to directly at him spooking the knight slightly and the glare that followed behind it told him to shut his mouth.

Then the realization finally dawned on Basil that his unrealistic dream life would continue to remain that way and that if he now wanted to continue his normal life in reality he had to wake up.

If not the holy Saint would make sure he sleeps forever. "

Louis

( This is his face claim, but he has emerald green eyes )

Like Alvar he finds about the two by mistake in the hidden garden of the holy temple.

Came looking for some herbs to create a new concoction and saw the two making flower crowns under the moonlight.

The obvious loving manner with how the blue haired saint handles the discarded Emperor is Louis needs to see to know what's going on.

Unlike the first two who were in denial, louis is quick to figure out their relationship.

And unlike the first two he is the only one who visibly and verbally gets angry.

Once he sees them he's comes stopping out of his hiding place ready to tear his darling away from that dirty devil omega.

And once again unlike Alvar, he doesn't see the månå blade charging at him nor is he able to dodge the attack.

He's in half and bleeding out before he can even start a disturbance.

" Leon throws a scowl at the body. He had been quick to end the man before he caused a ruckus. So quick that M/N didn't even know what was going on. The other still innocently weaving his flower crown.

The blue haired omega clicked his tongue silently in annoyance knowing the man's sudden disappearance would cause a small ruckus on the temple grounds, but he knew that in two / three days the matter would die down.

The blond man hadn't been important to warrant any deep investigation. But this would serve as a lesson that he had to be more careful. "

Louis last thoughts would probably be wondering why he couldn't feel his legs anymore before bleeding out

Marrav

This motherfucker wouldn't be able to tell anything would be going on.

Even if Leon and M/N were to act to ' friendly ' in front of him, his dumb dominant alpha brain would chalk it up to M/N trying to gain his favor by becoming friends with Leon.

Like these two can get away with doing small pda gestures and he wouldn't think anything of it other than be possessive of the blue haired omega.

The only annoying thing would be him snatching Leon away from the M/N so the he and the pretty saint can be alone.

And unlike the others who found out by mistake Marrav would be completely left in the dark, because he fully believes that M/N is still stupidly in love with him and he's absolutely sure that Leon loves him and would never betray him.

Even if he's siblings and mother voice their concern on the twos closeness he would simply brush it off without thinking on the matter.

When things are too late is when he laments to himself that he probably should have listened.

" The former dominant alpha Emperor who was feared around the whole of ira, had been reduced to a malnourished sack of bones. His once inky long black locks had been messily chopped and was dirty. His body reeked of feces and foul sewage water. If he had known things would turn out like this he would have acted quickly in the signs.

His hazy silver eyes looked up to stare at the imposter sitting on his throne.

Leon out of his Saint uniform was cladded in clothing and jewelry meant for an Emperor. The sweet smile that Marrav had fallen in love with was gone from his face and what replaced it was a cocky smirk.

Sitting on his thighs was Marrav's ex-husband M/N ,who was dressed and dolled up in the prettiest clothing and jewelry that accentuated the h/c man's beauty and showed off his pretty body.

The disgraced Emperor watched with regret as the blue haired omega nuzzled the s/c man's cheeks, before bringing his lips closer to meet his in sensual kiss.

Leon glanced at Marrav while he did this, his purple eyes lightning up when he noticed the anger shaking off the alpha's pathetic form.

Marrav wanted to scream and curse the Saint- NO!!. The man was no saint.

He was a blue haired devil that had bewitched his innocent M/N

But his dehydrated throat wouldn't let him. The anger that had been fuming in his body disappeared and he felt the weakness of his malnourished body mock him.

The last thing he remembered hearing before passing out was Leon ordering his execution.

If only he had loved his husband and treated him right then the misfortune he was going through would have been avoided ".

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