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fallow-hollow · 21 days

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haiii :D anon who requested courting rituals with kabru here !! i meant to imply somewhere like southeast asia , ( although i could totally see kabru being from an area near the himalayas or something , like nepal , since he shares a name with one of the mountains ) but i intentionally tried to specify it reallyy vague so anyone could relate ! (๑>◡<๑)

but to be fair , i dont really think dungeon meshi really mentions the southeast much or even at all ?? (｀_´)ゞother than the mention of toshiro being from the eastern archipelago , so i'd imagine reader would be from one of the various scattered islands there towards the south ? :0

( also if you need an example , some traditional courting where i'm from is something like meeting the parents and asking for permission to pursue , handwritten letters , meaningful conversations , various gifts like flowers , and serenading ! plus just genuine respect and a willingness to wait ^_^ even though im pretty sure kabru would get a bit impatient sometimes ehehe )

i know it sounds like something pretty simple but even the little things can go a long way ٩(^‿^)۶ !!

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…ft! kabru x male! reader

…tags! courting, mentions of marriage, meeting reader’s family, reader is from an unspecified place outside the island, dancing, mentions of having kids

…word count! 2025

…notes! tried to make these imagines broad but not extremely so, and some of these courting gestures do have a little kabru flare to them because he’s like that. feedback is greatly appreciated, because i want to make sure my writing is accurate to each request!

Kabru isn’t someone I’d see dating casually. Sure, he frequently uses his charm to sway people’s opinions and get them on his side, but I don’t think he’s really been in a proper relationship before at all. So if Kabru’s pursuing you, it’s for keeps.

Family is a really important thing in courting/marriage culture all around the world, so trust and believe that one of the first things he does is try to get on good terms with your family members.

Don’t underestimate the man, he will somehow deduce the mailing addresses of your immediate and extended family and immediately started getting in contact, saying he was a friend of yours and telling them about the time spent with you. Pretty quickly after that, your family starts sending you letters telling you that you should’ve told them about that lovely young gentleman you’d met sooner.

“Kabru?”

Arms crossed, you did your best to remain steadfast even as your companion looked at you with soft eyes and a gentle smile.

“Yes?” His response was laced with false innocence, but you knew he knew. He just got a kick out of hearing you say it yourself.

With a sigh, you would slump your shoulders and ask, “how did you find out the mailing address of several of my family members?”

“Oh, that was just a coincidence,” the man lied. “Remember when one of your packages got misdelivered to the tavern? The return address happened to stick in my memory, and I got curious to learn more about your family. After all, they contact you quite a bit, and I was curious about your relationship.”

Despite your lack of a headache, you rubbed your temples with your index and middle fingers to express your exasperation with the man. Kabru was great, he really was, but sometimes he confused you greatly….

“You could’ve just asked, you know that?”

The close-eyed smile he gave you in return let you know that you probably hadn’t gotten through to him much.

“I just thought it would be a nice surprise, don’t you agree?”

He might not express it much outwardly, but deep down, Kabru is really worried about being good enough to obtain the blessing to pursue you. That’s why he tries to cover as many bases as possible to be the best possible suitor for you.

When he does get to meet your family in person, he does as much preparation as humanly possible to make it all go perfectly. He studies up on local politics, sports, and cuisine in order to be able to make good conversation with your family.

I think Kabru also rather likes kids, so he’s extremely good with any younger family members you may have, which is likely to score points with your parents and other adults in the family. Kabru loves hearing the funny things kids say and seeing what sort of things their vibrant minds come up with, so he’d do things like play pretend with them. He’s also pretty physically fit, so he could play a sport or outdoor game with them too.

Even if he appears perfectly calm on the inside, he was absolutely scared shitless when he asked your family for permission to pursue you. He would assure them that he’s very much prepared to be with you in the long term, and even came prepared with things like savings for marriage or even a dowry if that’s something that is typical in your region.

Overall, Kabru is a polite, poised, and extremely well educated young man, so he’s someone that pretty much any parent would want as a son-in-law. Hearing their words of approval was like lifting the weight of an entire city off his shoulders.

“I was so worried,” your partner would admit after the fact. Completely unable to wrap your head around such a thing, you said the first thing that came to your mind.

“How could you be? You’re perfect, Kabru. If anything, I was worried you’d have something better to do than settle down with me.”

Those piercing blue eyes bored into your skull, looking at you as if you were the most insane man in the world for having said such a thing.

“How could that be when you’re perfect too?”

The question left you in such a shocked and flustered state that you hardly noticed him move into you felt both his hands holding one of your own, thumbs resting almost reverently on top of your ring finger.

“It’s almost embarrassing now to admit that at one point in time, I didn’t see a future for myself. I guess that was because I hadn’t seen you yet?”

A ‘pfft’ sound escaped your mouth almost instantly. “Oh, no need to use your smooth lines on me.”

Both thumbs pressed down on your finger ever so slightly, in the place where perhaps a ring might go.

“I mean it, I really do.”

Whether it be providing for you or taking care of a home, Kabru does his best to learn anything he needs to no one order to be a good partner. The man actually isn’t very good at taking care of himself, so him learning housework and cooking for your sake really goes to show just how devoted he is.

In fact, on one of your dates, he surprises you by presenting you with a dish he cooked himself — one from your homeland. Even if it’s not perfect, you can tell he put so much love into it.

“The arrangement of it is kind of messy, I know….” Seeing Kabru of all people acting sheepish was certainly a rare sight. As strange as it was, thinking about the implications of such a thing made you feel all warm inside. He really cared for you that much, huh……

“It’s not the appearance of it that matters, it’s the taste.” You were quick to reassure him, smiling as you took the necessary utensils in one hand. “Besides, knowing that you tried so hard for me is more than enough. I mean, I hardly ever see you cook for yourself.”

There was no way Kabru could deny your statement, so he could only nod and look to the side. Instead of directly addressing your correct assessment of his skills, he pivoted into an adjacent topic. “Cooking has always been a gesture people perform for the people they care about. All over the world, it’s something that connects families and couples… it’s only natural I should try it, regardless of my skill level.”

Your partner’s explanations of his acts of service, despite sounding like they came right out of some textbook, never failed to charm you. At its core, it was yet another reminder of how hard Kabru worked to understand how to be a good partner for you.

“It means a lot to me,” you reassured him, lifting the food to your lips, not quite eating it yet. Kabru did his best to keep his expression stone still to hide his anticipation as you inhaled the scent of the dish, making a small humming noise in reaction that he couldn’t help but overthink on the inside. Was it good? Bad? Did he not use enough spices? Too many spices? He knew he should have triple checked the recipe…

While the tallman was overthinking, you readily accepted the labor of love into your mouth, deliberating on its texture and flavor as you chewed. A sharp exhale escaped you immediately after swallowing, after which you would chirp with delight,

“It’s really nice!”

Kabru’s shoulders relaxed for the first time in the date. Mission accomplished.

I imagine Kabru keeps a journal not only about daily events, but also about people, so sometimes as a gift you might get one of the pages of his journal that has an entry about you. Sometimes the page may also contain little doodles or sketches of you, many of which were when he was admiring you without you noticing.

Kabru’s got a pretty nice singing voice, actually, and he seems to speak multiple languages, so he may try learning songs in your language to sing to you. It’s as smooth and romantic as you’d imagine, but if you start singing along with him, you can see him start to melt the second he hears your voice. You really are his weakness.

Another thing — dancing! Kabru has likely had ballroom dance lessons, but other types of dance are ones he’s more unfamiliar with. If you ever know a regional dance you want to teach him, he’ll be happy to learn, albeit super embarrassed at his own clumsiness. Being able to romance you with honeyed words and picture perfect gestures is something he prides himself on, but you reassure him that he’s just as charming even now.

A chorus of ‘sorry’s followed almost in time with the rhythm of your own feet. The man responsible for said chorus, however, didn’t seem to have much rhythm of his own yet, and was feeling rather bashful as a result.

“It’s rare that I get to see you clumsy, Kabru.” There was a teasing lilt in your voice that the other man immediately read into, despite his best judgment. Logically, he knew that you would never say something intentionally cruel to or about him, but when he was always so eager to have your favor, it was hard not to worry.

Another apology escaped his lips, after which one of your hands left its assigned position to rest under his chin. The movement of the rest of your body stilled, focusing only on getting the one you loved so dearly to face you. Blue irises were met with not a trace of malice, only the truest of endearment.

“It’s fine, Kabru.” The affection in your voice paired with how insistently you pitched these words to him gave him the strength to smile and nod in understanding, his own paranoid be damned. Resolving his habitual apologizing sated you, though you were certainly not done loving on the man that you called yours.

“Honestly it’s nice to be able to teach you things firsthand. You spend a lot of time reading about things, probably to surprise me, which is great, don’t get me wrong — but I like this.”

The little head tilt you did without thinking drove him wild on the inside, but he did his best not to show it. It would be so easy to kiss you like this.

“I like being able to feel like I can teach you something, even when you know as much as you do.”

Considering it made you this happy, Kabru might start asking you to teach him things a lot more often. For once, the thought of putting the situation in someone else’s hands made him feel warm inside instead of uneasy.

“Yeah, I like it too.”

Fashion may not be one of Kabru’s biggest interests, but the sight of you in any culture or region-specific clothing that you like always has him in awe of just how dashing you look.

This goes double if it’s your wedding and you’re wearing a traditional outfit, maybe even something passed down in the family. You might as well just kill the man then and there, really.

Speaking of marriage and family, I think Kabru would actually really like adopting a kid some time in the future, as long as everything is stable and such. Kabru himself was adopted, so the idea of becoming a home for a child who may have lost the home they had before is a concept rather close to his own heart.

Future used to be something Kabru fought desperately to create for all of humanity while never, ever considering his own place in it. So much changed after meeting you — he could actually see himself having a future now. Being an important character in a story instead of just the person telling it to somebody else.

More than anything, you saved him. He doesn’t tell this to anybody other than you, but as you lay together at night, he insists he wouldn’t trade any of this for the world.

#ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ fallow’s works!#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi x reader #dungeon meshi imagines #delicious in dungeon #delicious in dungeon x reader #delicious in dungeon imagines #kabru x reader #kabru of utaya x reader #kabru of utaya #kabru dungeon meshi

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d8tl55c · 23 days

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what if VI part 3 is just a weird fever dream flashback of all the reasons victim thinks he's right and his actions are completely justified

the first bit exactly explains how he survived his Flash file deleting, logically and clearly (clinically? detached from the emotion of the experience?), but the animation quality and/or style and tone are completely different to recent AvA, like something's missing, or this memory isn't all there anymore.

and think Meet the Pyro level of over-positivity in the beginning

leaning the ways of the city. snippets of how Rocket Corp. came to be, then built up over time.

maybe the mercs are victim's buddies like how orange has CG (credit for this idea to someone else.. ill find it... ghhgh it's a fanart post i think? i saw it so long ago.....(edit: so so sorry it's hopeless it's buried DEEP in my likes and i can't find it on vic or agent's tags- if someone else knows what it is that'd help ill link it later ANYWAY))?

most importantly, he learns that he's got charm and a knack for bringing other people together to do what he wants

interspersed with more and more doubts that are, at first, crushed into nothing - he'll never forget why he's doing this - but are getting louder in his ear

until the first test of the Box or a similar prototype of one of his worrying technologies: it goes bad.

unnamed worker 427 gets hurt in some horrifying way or whatever.

it's vic's call whether or not to continue.

this would be the first big step in the right direction, but is it... y'know... still the right direction?

vic realizes the little voice buzzing furiously in his ear all the time is too appalled to respond.

it's quiet for once.

huh. that's... nice.

they go ahead.

unreality of the vfx, editing, sound effects gets way worse from here. the colors are too strong or too washed out, there's tunnel vision vignettes hiding just enough detail from view to let you imagine what might be back there, and reports from hundreds of tests of various tech that you'd REALLY WANT TO GO 100% RIGHT with long sections redacted, and a thick sharpie lying next to the stack on vic's desk.

the only actually nice parts are like... slice of life of the nice parts of working in a big office building. setting up fun stuff to keep employee morale up (inspiration: RC company event shirts made by someone else lol) and such. but it's never too long before the work continues.

and things are going perfectly to plan.

...

whatever is left of the "voice" that was keeping him in check is now small and helpless

and he HATES IT FOR THAT

HE IS NOTHING LIKE (HE USED TO BE) THAT PATHETIC CREATURE

sometimes he practices fighting in his head with vicious fantasies of beating it down-

cough

uh,

anyway im curious about his perspective on all this

the description saying, "Anything goes, in The Box" on part 2 was SO CHILLING when i noticed it(!!!!!!), not to mention the contents of the ep itself- and id love a microscope pointed at his head, in a fic or somehow jammed into canon.

his favorite weapon is a WHIP guys?????

WHAT is going on in there

#playing with this idea below the cut #like king's and chosen's but 10x more fncked up and unnerving #alan becker #animator vs animation #ava victim #speculation #--/ story #ok that's all i got for now i gotta go help clean the housE #subpixels

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north-noire · 2 months

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north!! i hope ur doing well!! im really interested and curious abt jennifer emily shes seems very giving in tough love but i hope i request some hcs or sketches im already in love with her i love her i love her id do anything for her

I've been doing well the best I could, but thanks for asking! It's been an exhausting time for me, but I'm getting by :] Here's a colored sketch of her, as you requested! Still working on her reference so she'll take a bit (same to the others as well), but I hope this suffices!

Thank you for being interested in my grumpy gal, and for the lovely ask! I'll try my best to explain my headcanons and that kind of thing for her! And honestly same, I would just do whatever she wanted so that I don't get on her bad side lmao.

Plus I really like the idea of Henry having an older sister - originally she wasn't really in the story, but I really liked the idea of an outsider from the Freddy's drama finding out what kind of thing Henry got himself into, and I thought Jennifer suited that role nicely.

Jennifer Emily in my AU - she's a very tough love and blunt kind of woman (Henry unintentionally got his bluntness from her partially), preferring to just be straightforward rather than sugarcoating everything. She just prefers having things done first before she deals with the ungodly things called emotions - she can be a bit brash and can get easily irritable, but she means well, she just says what's on her mind sometimes, so she can sound pretty harsh and brutal. And sadly, she's not really the best at consoling someone or helping them get through their emotions, but she tries her best to console in a different way.

She's a car mechanic, but genuinely has an interest in racing cars (even got racer's jackets and photos of race tracks/racing tournaments she had watched - she's a racing fan, damn she would've loved the Cars movie lmao) and custom car stuff (I imagine her car is like modified a bit to look like a race car for the aesthetic - probably would've collected sports car toys and the like) and that kind of thing - she really wanted to be a racer someday, but alas, that's simply just a child's dream, but she's happy enough to be someone who fixes something she loves as a living, but she was definitely frustrated with the whole misogynistic remarks she gets for just being a car mechanic. Also she doesn't Henry to repair his own car and would rather find him and his run-down car in the middle of nowhere than get him to try and repair it on his own. Another thing, it's never explicitly said in the story/treated as a big deal at all, but my Jennifer is a lesbian woman, and Henry doesn't really care and loves her all the same regardless (and honestly he's not even surprised mostly because he sort of knew she dated women before). She never really found luck finding love though, but she tries her best to go by her life regardless.

Back when Henry and William were just new friends back in college years, she highly disliked William - Henry always argued back/stood up for William, but she just never really liked him. Her personality would always clash with William's, and she really doesn't like how wishy-washy William can be and how much he puts on a show for people, and how much he can be a "people-pleaser" in her perspective. The British accent also made her feel like he was being pretentious and posh individual. Of course, years down the line, Jennifer just sort of got used and just kept her dislike for William all to herself/to Henry, but Henry sometimes alludes to it sometimes in a light-hearted manner.

She also lives alone, with her dog (A Doberman, they're very sweet) :] She never really saw herself as someone who can take care of kids, let alone know how to deal with them, so she's honestly living the best life she could! It's honestly why she doesn't mind Henry coming over every once in a while, she doesn't like to admit it but she gets a little lonely there by herself sometimes.

Sorry for another long post, but I really hope I've explained her stuff well! Thanks for the ask as well it was really fun answering this question!

#lmao I love that all the Emilys has something they're passionate about/would yap about for ages if you ask them about it #she's very fun to write! glad I wrote her in this AU #hidden hands au #north-noire asks #jennifer emily #jen emily #aunt jen #fnaf jen emily #fnaf aunt jen #fnaf jennifer emily #fnaf au #my art

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 8 months

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Do you think the Peters would continue to wear their masks in HQ because it's weird seeing your face on other people even if they're all a teensy bit different or would they have gotten over it quickly?

This kinda opens up a big chasm that I'm SO CURIOUS ABOUT - Because I would assume they'd get use to it, but HOW.

And now this has turned into a long post about

The Spider Society: Multiverse Integration Process Analysis

[In this post I theorize and deconstruct:

The psychological existential damage that would come with joining The Society

How The Society handles integration and mental health for new recruits in everything from those in different timelines (Noir & Webslinger), Duplicates (Like Gwen & Hobie)

These are all headcanons based on.....me.

And...this devolves into a rant a little bit in the beginning BEAR WITH ME - But I hope you enjoy and I'm DYING to hear people's thoughts!! We GETTIN INTO IT]

So. Joining the Society sounds swell. But thinking about it for more than two seconds..

Even the idea is like...borderline traumatic.

Think about it. Like we've only ever seen ourselves in mirrors and photos - mirrors being reflections and photos having a shorter focal length than the human eye.

We normally have a very limited view on how we've ever seen ourselves externally.

So turning up to HQ isn't just seeing yourself - it's seeing yourself WRONG. In a way you've never seen yourself before. Some even theorize that your brain wouldn't even process it as you because of your visual expectations of yourself.

So as a Peter-

Maybe he doesn't even realize at first that the people around him ARE HIM, until it clicks like 'OH. THATS WHAT I LOOK LIKE?!' Is that my face???

It would only take a couple seconds to do the math, but it's still JARRING. To see yourself moving and speaking and actively laughing.

Hearing your own laugh.

HEARING YOUR VOICE SAY THINGS YOU'D NEVER SAY. Literally looking at another Spider-person like 'I would not say that'. It must be so mentally jarring and confusing to suddenly have a new and complete external view of yourself you have no control over - even moreso with such wide variation.

And then it goes even further - as trans person like

I imagine Trans-Guy Peter Parker turning up to campus and realizing '..oh, most other Peters are cis.' The emotions of that would be so surreal and conflicting. Part affirmative of your place in the universe as a guy, but also part isolating or confusing.

Part 'Hell yeah other guys', part 'WTF universe' [Like if I saw cis guy version of myself bruh Idk if I'd hug him or fight him to the death right then and there i REALLY don't know I might snap and go Miguel Mode on that mfer anything could happen]

It even goes further to time eras:

I understand why Noir isn't in the Society. Having a bunch of Spider-people from 2023 saying 'Oh wow you're from 1933, well your life is gonna SUCK for the next decade or two cause in my universe in WW2 Germany-'

Like...that's NERVE-WRECKING.

Cause he'd probably be like 'wow swell, chipper. so umm...is WW2 a canon event because im trying really hard to stop that'

Imagine being from the 1930's and someone comes up and spoils WW2 for you. WORLD WAR 2. SPOILED. Like it's a soap opera.

If someone shows Noir Oppenheimer it's like..game over. What's he gonna do does he even know what an atom bomb is.?????

When joining, everyone is faced with a LARGE possibility of existential damage - even moreso for Peters, minority Peters, or people like Gwen.

Which begs the question - HOW DOES INTEGRATION WORK?

How does The Spider Society handle Integration?

I'm so curious to hear thoughts about this. Because how can you integrate someone of a different history, technological understanding, and basic EXISTENCE without psychologically sending them in a tailspin?

I'm gonna take a crack at it!

Culturally and Timeline wise? -

Culturally, how does one adjust? Like Noir?

I was thinking about this with the creation of my new OC - and I ran into a huge problem in terms off integration.

I recently created an OC who is supposed to come from a Wakanda-like rendition of South America - in a universe where the Spanish conquistadors never colonized.

Which is a lovely thought - But logically speaking

That Spider-person has to go to HQ and be told that in every other world their land was colonized for hundreds of years. *vine thud*

Then that Spider-person would logically, have to be told that large swathes of their culture were either destroyed, desecrated or were never created to begin with because of this colonization

- and that THEIR universe is the only universe where their people survive and thrive.

AND THEN they're looking at her like

'Now that we explained that uhhh can you go through an integration course for us? :) so you can assimilate into our society? but the course is only in widely spoken languages like English and SPANISH. Do you speak SPANISH? Welcome to NUEVA YORK btw'

UH-OH. THAT SUCKS ASS. Who's gonna be the one to tell her that???

Of course she'd be like 'Actually, this is the worst day of my life i hate everyone here and im psychologically stressed beyond repair, thanks for that. your society and multiverse sucks balls btw'

And this is not something I'm choosing to put the character through.

In fact, the character is supposed to be about the empowerment of Quechua people and avoiding the trauma of colonization.

But by simply existing in the context of The Spider Society - Logically speaking - she has to face this huge inevitable trauma and reality outside of her universe.

And that adjustment goes way beyond her learning technology. She'd genuinely be in mourning.

She wouldn't be able to connect with other Latin American Spider-people, because she's NOT 'Latin-American'. That idea is foreign to her.

She'd constantly be told or sent messages that her universe and nation and reality was a novel rarity. A lucky fluke.

There has to be some integration process in place -

If you're from a universe like Barbieland, where your society is matriarchal, you'd probably be really stunned and hurt to experience casual or outright sexism for the first time.

And then being told by other Spiderwomen that - yeah no, your universe isn't actually that common. Most universes SUCK for women.

-That'd scare the shit outta you. You'd be like fine I dont wanna go to other universes I wanna go home and cry

On the other hand, people like Hobie exist, who hail from dystopias. And for them, it's the reverse. The Society may be a new batch of freedom they've never dealt with before.

And they have to be assured they are back not and do have more freedom and that's good. Almost like the deprogramming from a cult (into something another society that's very similar).

Someone would have to explain:

People from different times (or social standings) as well.

Sure, Hobie may have adjusted easy, but we can only assume that. And I've talked before about how learning about other Spider-People, The Society, and their blatant disrespect to what HE considers the point of Spider-man - was probably incredibly stressful for him.

Or even simple things of telling a black Spider-person from let's say 1940 that 'you have equality now - there's groups and movements and you can meet black people from newer universes that are happy and free to do as they please. You can heal'. After DECADES of oppression.

Or telling a gay or trans Spider-person 'Oh, most universes are actually super accepting. I'm sorry yours is so oppressive. The HRT here is great and free.'

EVEN FOR SILLY PEOPLE for Spider-people like lets say Spider-Fool (a silly little guy). How do you explain to Spider-Fool that Miguel isn't a king - he's just some guy and NO horseback jousting with Webslinger is against rules and not a way to settle disputes??

They're not hearing that.

Or explaining to people that Lyla isn't a person and its possible for her to be everywhere at once.

Logically speaking someone has explain this to them right out very early on and I'm so curious about that!!

There has to be something there to mentally support them so they don't crack and also explain to them the nuances of existence in a universe that's literally like the New York of the multiverse- full of dozens of cultures and subgroups.

My Analysis -

So I'm assuming an cultural integration includes:

Some sort of Common World History Course

A Social Etiquette Course and a

Multiverse Minority Sensitivity Course that deals with either accepting and adjusting to the fact you're a Multiverse Minority or how to approach and speak to Multiverse Minorities if you're a Peter or something.

Optionally: The MMS Course may also include routine therapy sessions at the Mental Health Center to check their adjustments

So okay, you've explained the multiverse and how to exist in it! Great

____

Now you have to explain THE TIMELINE.

Which is arguably WORSE. And I'm not even TOUCHING Canon Events here.

Let's talk about Gwen. Because I feel for her. REALLY REALLY BAD FOR HER.

How did they explain to Gwen WHO she was - or WHY these grown men were staring at her?

Imagine being Gwen on day one. Asking herself how all these guys know her name.

She's basically alone beside these new adults and Peter B. - and suddenly large groups of grown men are staring at her because holy shit she looks exactly like their sweetheart who they last saw in a goddamn casket.

Like not only is that gonna really throw off Peters mentally - it's probably terrifying for Gwen.

I'm not slagging off Peters here, but I genuinely think that Gwen's first time on campus would draw crowds. It a genuine situation on campus. Like people standing around her at all times until Miguel makes them stop.

Because when you lose someone SO traumatically, and then suddenly they're in front of you without warning - your first reaction would be to stare, and be totally stunned. It's surreal.

Even if you knew it was 'technically possible'. When they're standing there in front of you after you've seen them buried, your brain needs time to process that.

So I do think that her being there would trigger some kind of event on campus, and not in a good way.

Gwen's like 'How do these people - these GUYS know me? What's this crowd for? Why are some of them crying? This is scary.'

She's 16 for christ's sake.

And then someone has to explain to her who she is, and how she dies. Come on now.

Imagine someone being like 'Oh yeah you break ur back and die from a fall in literally every universe lol. Anyway can you go out and swing at high altitude after an anomaly? thanks, don't fall! - just kiddin'

Wouldn't you be like 'nah actually i wanna never leave my room'?. That could instill a level of fear that's paralyzing because you're waiting for the other Gwen shoe to drop (sorry had to take the pun)

Or even worse -

You're Gwen literally just existing and a grown Peter comes up to you and just shows you your own funeral photo. Like ?????????????? You'd be there like ?????????????????????!!!!!

HOW DO YOU REACT TO THAT???? How do you stop that??? How do you explain or process that?????

That scenario is completely possible in the context of Spiderverse!!

How do they explain to people like Gwen or Hobie their 'PLACE' in the universe?

Especially someone like Hobie who isn't with the shits to begin with.

In the comics, we see Pavitr reflect on The Spider Society and race - and when entire identities are dragged into it - it's going to get confusing.

Did they TELL Hobie's he's Prowler? Would he even believe them?

Or did they let him come across a Prowler only to see them and be like 'M8 that's me that's literally me standing there'

Once again, you may theoretically know it's possible. But also - the human brain isn't made to process that. In the moment you have no idea how you'd react, realistically speaking.

The situation in itself goes entirely against the brain's understanding of fate, reality, and your entire personhood.

Seeing yourself from 3rd person doing actions you would not do is like - forced depersonalization and disssociation. IRL.

You are literally being depersonalized from your actual basic identity. Dissociated and forced to watch from an outside view - except it's not something your brain is doing - IT'S THE UNIVERSE and you're watching it in real time.

There has to be some way all of these people are like - capable of processing all this in a natural way like a university - with some sort of mental support and coaching. It wouldn't be possible without it.

If Webslinger can walk around and see flying cars in Neuva York and not care, then something had to get him to that point.

Timeline wise - I can only guess classes are separated based on need and classifications which I spoke about here.

A Mental Health Course & Identity Coaching for Peters - to help them resecure their identity in a sea of copies

A Mental Health Course & Identity Coaching for 'Not Peters' - like Pavitr

A Mental Health Course & Identity Coaching for Duplicates - like Gwen & Hobie, to help them 'regain autonomy' in a universe in which they are a rarity or a 'lucky chance'

ADDITIONALLY:

For their own safety and privacy people like Gwen and Felicia Hardy (NightSpider) stay in separate dorms, so they're not exposed to Peter's. (not that NightSpider stays on campus. Her penthouse is nice AF)

When a Peter experiences a Gwen Stacy canon event Gwen is put on a short sabbatical - usually Miguel just tells Hobie to keep her in his universe. This is one of the only times he'll tell Hobie to do this, but it's just easier and safer if she's not there.

Villainy Monitoring: For Hobie - extra surveillance, for a number of reasons. But Lyla also calculates his rates of villainy. They're always INCREDIBLY low, and Hobie's file indicates there's basically a 0 percent chance of him going Prowler - BUT it is something they check for. This would go for any other 'Villainous Duplicates' like Harry Osborns who become Spider-man.

Even though she's not too dangerous, NightSpider is considered a light antagonistic-but-not-evil 'Villainous Duplicate' designation in her file.

But those would have to be just the basics.

........... And now that I read this back I see that I may have went a bit off the rails...... hm.

Um...anyway I don't know where I was going for this and I'm not even sure this is what you asked for but I think it's SO interesting psychologically suhkfgdfjgkdf

This also gave me a lot of ideas for how the universes work and the web and how close different universes are but that's a whole other jar of worms.

But if you made it this far PLEASE PLEASE tell me how you think Hobie and Gwen and Your Spidersona would adjust to Spider Society! I'm curious!

..........I don't know how to end this. Thank you for this ask tho!! Here Hobie

(my face after saying the most random shit known to humankind without proofreading and then hitting post like i did something)

#NO PROOFREAD JUST YELLING #gwen stacy #atsv #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #spider society #spiderman #spider-man #spidergwen #spider gwen #Hobie brown #spidersonas #spidersona #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr

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darlingkirstein · 1 month

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im just curious about your headcanon for their job (for eremika and jeanpiku if that's alright)

this question has truly thrown me for such a giant loop because im super indecisive! so i thought instead of choosing one option, i could list a few plausible options for the characters! these are just the jobs that came to mind for some reason. im sure i could come up with others but this are the first that i decided on, and i tried to choose jobs that are a little more unorthodox to be unique 🩷

also sorry for how long this has taken ! i know you've been waiting for this for a while 🫶

Eremika

— Eren Jaeger!

Physical/recreational therapist: I can imagine him wanting to help people but not wanting to be a hospital doctor or anything like that. He seems like he'd be a pretty active guy so I think a job where he gets to help people and also move around and help clients move around and recover from injury would be both fulfilling and fun for him at the same time! Or even recreational therapy, getting to help people through different activities!

Small business owner: I can see him taking the charge and owning his own business, maybe with the help of his parents with a small investment to get it started. Mikasa might also help with this when she has spare time because she wants to support him! I'm thinking something that incorporates his love of cooking, like a bakery or food shop?

Stuntman/stunt coordinator: This one is more for fun but I love picturing him as a stunt man for movies. He would get a kick out of the thrill it gives him if he's actively participating or he'd find it satisfying to coordinate really interesting stunt work. Mikasa would always be fearful that he's gonna injure himself.

— Mikasa Ackerman!

Bookstore employee: I don't know why, but I think Mikasa would love working around a quiet environment with books. Getting to provide recommendations and organize the shelves makes her feel accomplished without over-stressing her. She loves reading so the employee discount is definitely a big benefit.

Speech-language pathologist: I'm biased here because this is what I'm studying! But I think Mikasa could thrive in this job! Getting to help people struggling with communication is really fulfilling and she gets to challenge herself to find creative solutions. I think she would love working with children, helping them fix their speech sounds, or even with adults, helping with different disorders.

Daycare owner/lead employee: I think a lot of us agree that even in our modern AUs, Mikasa didn't have the happiest childhood. So, I think she tries to make sure that other children have the best possible childhood around. She would be very attentive to all their needs because she's naturally great with kids. Eren would find this so endearing and it would really give me lots of baby fever when she comes home and talks about the kiddos.

Jeanpiku

— Jean Kirstein!

Gonna start off by saying that I feel like Jean initially settles for an office job because he feels like he has to be a big breadwinner and have a stable, high-paying job but it ends up making him rather miserable so he quits to pursue other jobs.

Art restoration: I know the idea of Jean being an artist is kinda overplayed since he only draws once but I am so attached to it. But here I'm specifically thinking of him restoring old/damaged paintings for museums or for people's personal collections. He probably finds comfort in seeing the pretty paintings come back to life after being so dull. He takes it super seriously since it's so technical so he's very proud of his work and the results!

Something in the restaurant/food industry: Jean loves cooking so much! He would want to share his cooking with others. He might work at a restaurant making good or maybe even as a cooking instructor? I think that even if his job isn't in the food industry that he still volunteers his time to cook for people in need because it's something he's passionate about.

Art therapist: In a similar vein to art restoration, I am imagining him as an art therapist, trying to help people with their struggles through various forms of art. It's probably therapeutic to him, so sharing that therapy with others is so sweet to me. I think would love to work with children especially, just getting to see them smile after they've gone through some rough things :)

— Pieck Finger!

Something in journalism: Pieck would get a kick out of writing small articles for different papers or magazines, or even in the newspaper (even if it's a dying medium). She gets to show a more creative side while making a living and she also gets to work from home which is great because she's kind of a homebody! She gets to be comfortable while writing her fun articles :)

Accent/dialect coach: This is also kind of a half-serious one like the stunt coordinator one for Eren. I feel like Pieck would be weirdly good at accents, like stupidly good. So she might have fun working with actors either in bigger shows/movies or in local theatre productions to change accents.

Editor: Another job that could be done from home, I think she would like editing people's books or articles or anything to make them better. She finds it fun and satisfying to correct mistakes and make suggestions, and it's so fun because she can work on stuff from her bedroom if she so desired. Maybe she both writes and edits and just switches off depending on the day/helping out her writer friends by editing their work for them.

#eremika #jeanpiku #darlingkirstein asks #darlingkirstein headcannons #eremika headcannon #jeanpiku headcannon

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evermorelynn · 6 days

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My first fic, please judge it if theres a mistake in it.

Sunday: Blue

Reader: White

Sunday x Fem halovian! reader

Warnings:Death, angsty.

The sound of a two Halovian children chasing each other can be hear very well.

The laughings sound so happy. Jokes were been make for each other.

"Ugh! im tired of this running.. I want to rest.."

The young girl breath rushed. Looking over the place to search a place she can rest.

She widen her eyes, and found a perfect spot.

"That tree can be a perfect place, lets go to there. Sunday!"

Sunday can only sighed, when his hand been pulled by her, so tightly. He cant help but smile. Laughing after it.

Sunday was playing with her hair, brushing it. He cant help but feel so soft to touch her hair. He smiled a little. Stuck in the thought of her hair.

"Sunday."

"Sunday,"

"OI SUNDAY!"

"Eh..? what is it [REDACTED]? Im sorry, im thinking about something.. Im sorry.."

"Mmh, its okay! I want to tell you about something! .. So, it was like this! yesterday. My mother said, even the impossible or crazy thing that we thought that we cant do. But we can? how about your opinion about it, Sunday? That old woman is really weird.."

"Dont say like that, [REDACTED].. She is your mother, we should respect to the older one."

"Yeah, yeah. Now, you sound like her. So noisy"

Sunday smiled a little by her comment. Looking at her.

"Sunday, do you usually have a crazy thought when you are alone? like imagine we fall from a building, but we still alive, it will be sound so cool..! how about you?"

"I dont know.. But, that will sound so cool! i mean, we can do dangerous thing. But still managed to be alive and well!"

Sunday replied, looking at her. Who is lay down at his lap. Resting her head. He played her hair. And brush her wings so gently.

"Not wrong!"

"Hey, Sunday. Lets make a promise. If one of us dead, then the other one should revive it. Just like my mom said, there is nothing impossible, then. This is the same one right?"

"Not wrong, but not right too. I promise!"

"What is your view over death, Sunday?"

The young girl and boy in the past, already turn into a beautiful, and handsome being. Became more wise, and beautiful.

Sunday look at her. Then sighed.

"My view, over death was something.. weird. What was the meaning of life. If we ended dead, after it? for what? i mean, we've done do a lot. But why, we must go?"

She looked at him, she became quite for a while. Looking at her fingers instead.

"How about you, [REDACTED]?"

Sunday asked to her, brushing her hair. He cant help to be amazed by her beauty. She is still herself, despite being more grown up. And became less energetic. She is still her, the most curious, energetic, brave, kind girl he met.

"To me, death.. Is something.. Good, death is the end of our journey. But yet, some people think death is someone truly gone.. To me, death is just our body who died. Not our soul, so.. We still can see each other—"

"Whats the point of being dead anyway? i mean. Its useless if its only the soul. We still cant met anyway."

"You know, [REDACTED]. I always think. There is a way to revive the dead."

"Lets be realistic. Even a devil itself cant brought a dead people came alive. Nobody can change a fate or death of a creature. Nobody, Sunday."

Sunday paused, looking at her. He sighed. Maybe this is the right moment.

"I love you, [REDACTED]."

She stopped her words, and look at him with wide eye. And a mouth gap.

"What?"

...

"Say it again."

"..I love you.. [REDACTED]. I love you since we are a child, i love you since we first met. And i still love you until now."

"...I dont know what i should feel.. I mean.. I never felt that way, to you. Sunday.."

She spoke, look at him. With an apologetic face. She always see him as a best friend. Nothing more.

"Im sorry..."

"I enjoy and cherished my life with you, Sunday. But, lets say. I never see our relationship as a romantic one.."

"Oh."

"Its okay."

He stare to grave with emotionless expression. He sighed, he can feel a little tear coming in his eyes. He placed the flower on top of the grave.

He cant believe it, he swears. He just met her yesterday. And.. then, she been killed by a rivalry of her family..

He sighed once again, holding the umbrella tightly, as the rain seems be crying over her death too. All of people already go, leaving only him. A slight smile. Appear on his face.

The grave is empty. There is no her.

Idk what i should feel, but hey. Dont you think it kinda reminds you of someone?

i wonder who is it?

#hsr sunday x reader angst #sunday x reader #hsr #honkai star rail #penacony #death #angst #afab! reader #honkai star rail x reader #sunday x reader angst #honkai impact 3rd #the family #sad #halovian! reader

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your-regular-toast-enjoyer · 1 year

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as he's such a softie, im curious to see your take on general headcannons (or a one shot, if you're inspired enough for it) of yandere kurt wagner with his mutant best friend who also has a (even if way less unhealthy) crush on him.

found your blog yesterday, it's been great, your writing is so nice! have a good day!

Yandere Kurt Wagner x reader , Yandere Nightcrawler x reader

Kurt Wagner x reader. Yandere!Kurt Wagner x reader/ Yandere Kurt Wagner x Reader

Nightcrawler x reader. Yandere!Nightcrawler x reader/ Yandere Nightcrawler x Reader

Word count: 4254 words

TW: GN reader, Yandere, isolation, obsession, manipulation, bl*od.

Ok, so I imagine that you guys met at the Xavier school for gifted youngsters. Whether or not you came from a family who accepted your mutant powers, you’ll be living at the school much like everyone else, isolated from most non-mutants.

Maybe you met Kurt during breakfast one fateful autumn morning. You were the first two in the feeding hall, no one else in sight. Kurt was always early since he liked to admire the sun rising in the distance and could simply teleport to the hall whenever he got hungry. And you? Well, either you were just an early bird or perhaps you had forgotten to adjust your alarm clock to the changing daylight saving times. Either way, it was just the two of you.

You two had initially sat relatively far away from each other, on account of being strangers and you hadn’t paid any attention to the other presence in the room. Kurt usually held his head low whenever he was surrounded by people he didn’t know, but he had risked a glance at you. Just one. And had immediately been struck by how beautiful he thought you were. It didn’t matter that you looked so tired that most would have wondered whether you had just woken up or if you had stayed up for five days straight, nor did it matter that you had a small white streak of toothpaste by the side of your mouth. It was all cute to Kurt.

He kept staring at you until you finally felt his eyes on you and turned around, coming face to face with the demonic-looking young man. You might’ve reacted with either brief fright or an awkward wave, whichever it was, Kurt quickly tried to reassure you of his pure intentions by asking to sit next to you, softly treading over his two-toed feet, hoping that his appearance didn’t scare you.

It didn’t, or at least not enough for you to mention it. You smiled and waved him over. Kurt couldn’t hide the bright smile that emerged, revealing his fangs, as he sat next to you. You two started to chat, mostly about unimportant stuff like your homework, your powers and anything else of the like. While on the topic of his powers, you mention finding his teleportation cool, to which he quickly scrambled to stand up, accidentally pushing his plate all the way to the middle of the table. The scratchy sound of porcelain scraping against the table’s wooden surface made you flinch, but you kept your eyes on the blue man in front of you.

He’d feel an intense heat in his face as he observes your eyes on him, smiling shyly attempting a suave wink, which ended up looking more like he had gotten something in his eye, before disappearing from your sight with a pop. You gazed around in confusion, trying to spot where he’d gone, only to hear another pop and feel the tap of one of his three claw-like fingers on your shoulder. Turning around, you found that he stood behind you with an outstretched hand, offering you a white rose that he had plucked from the garden behind the school. With a giggle you accepted it and Kurt’s heart warmed at the sound, he realised that he would do anything to hear that sound again, it was like music to his pointy ears.

Gently pulling him down to sit again, his leg accidentally hit yours and he felt an electrical jolt go through his entire body, for a brief second, he considered if he had lost the ability to breathe. Letting his yellow eyes glide up to you, he found you looking at him in concern. “Are you okay, ehh-”, you tried to ask, not knowing his name. “Kurt, Kurt Wagner”, he supplied breathily, his Bavarian German accent shining through. You smiled awkwardly, gently rubbing his back as he leaned over the table “Are you okay Kurt?”

It took him a while to answer, but when he did, he returned your smile in full, gently taking your hand away from his back and holding it in his hands. “Yeah, I’m fine, just… vertigo”.

It would become a tradition for you and Kurt to enjoy breakfast together every morning, early, before anyone else would come down and disturb you. Kurt enjoyed this in particular. He always felt so exposed when surrounded by all the other students, feeling their prying eyes drilling into his odd features, but when he was alone with you? He felt like he could just be a regular 18-year-old, talking about things other than mission plans or his appearance. It felt refreshing, like a cold shower during a heatwave.

The two of you rarely spoke outside of breakfast, though. You had a little group of friends who would tug you with them everywhere they went. It annoyed Kurt deeply, they didn’t treat you like the borderline royalty, that you indeed were in his eyes. They didn’t really deserve to be grazed with your kind smiles, beautiful stares and oh-so-wonderful laugh. Not that Kurt felt exceptionally worthy himself, either, but at least he felt confident that he could protect you and treat you better than those ungrateful friends of yours.

It wasn’t that Kurt didn’t have any friends of his own, though. He was actually surprisingly popular thanks to his agreeable personality and eagerness to help his fellow students in any way he possibly could. He also had a close bond with both Wolverine and Colossus, the former of which he confided his feelings in. Logan was of little help, though, simply confirming what Kurt already knew. “Ya’ down bad, kid. That’s what we in the business call a ‘crush’”, the bearded man had laughed thunderously, shaking his head as he lit up a cigar, blowing the smoke away from the blue-skinned man

Kurt felt so alone in his feelings, he didn’t want to force himself upon you. You deserved better than a misformed creature like him. Still, he couldn’t stop fantasising about a future where you two would wake up next to each other every morning, you kissing him good morning and him cooking a better breakfast than what was served at the Xavier school for gifted youngsters.

Imagine his shock when he spotted your obvious blush one morning when he accidentally brushed your cheek with his tail. It truly hadn’t been on purpose, but with the way you reacted to his touch, he wished it had been. He actually refused to believe that it was a blush, instead getting worried that you might have been sick. “Are you okay?” The blue man whispered as he gently let his three-fingered hand touch your forehead. You were warm, and he quickly pushed you towards the medical wing, wanting the nurse, who was constantly on duty, to check up on you. However, you reassured your yellow-eyed friend that you were fine, that you were just tired… or something like that. He didn’t believe you, the sceptical quirk of his eyebrows told you as much, but he relented. He could never force you to do anything. Not yet, anyways.

After that morning, Kurt kept a closer eye on your reactions. He would graze you with his tail, on purpose this time, letting it pick up pieces of your hair, (if it’s long enough, if not, he’d go with your shirt instead), and twirl it around, eliciting a nervous yet jovial chuckle from you, which he ate right up. Sometimes, he’d bring you a rose from the garden, although he would do this semi-rarely to not fill up your room with rotting blossoms. Still, the shy smile on your lips every time he’d hand you a red, pink or purple rose filled him with such an intense love that he almost thought he’d burst. It was all too much, you were just so perfect.

Kurt would slowly realise that you returned at least some of his romantic sentiments. Of course, he’d remain insecure about this conclusion, because… Well, how could you possibly return his feelings? He looked like a monster, he had literally lived most of his life in a German circus because that was the only place he wouldn’t be hunted down for his appearance. And even if you seemed to never mind the way he looked, even appearing to find it fascinating or admirable, he had such a hard time believing that anyone could look past his blue skin, yellow eyes, talon-like hands and feet and everything else that distinguished him from all the normal looking mutants.

Feeling bold one morning, Kurt tentatively attempted to ask the question that had plagued his mind ever since he met you, “Do you not see my appearance at all? Or are you just pretending not to for my sake?” His German accents enunciated the Rs and Hs in a way you usually found adorable. However, you had clearly become offended by the accusation, feeling as if Kurt simply saw you as another shallow individual, only caring how others looked. You took so long to answer that Kurt had panicked and grabbed onto your hand for comfort, which melted away most of the animosity you had previously felt towards him. “Of course, I see the way you look-” you started, suddenly feeling Kurt’s hand tightening around yours. Taking a deep breath, you admitted the last part with a quiet whisper, searching for the right words to say, ”-and I think you look… enchanting.”

Yeah… so, Kurt’s heart definitely stopped for a second. Enchanting? Were you making fun of him? His scepticism was made obvious to you through his tightly scrunched-up eyebrows, the tiny fold created between them held so tightly that you were almost worried that it’d pop like a tiny blue balloon. Hesitantly reaching forward, you let your thumb caress the crease in his forehead, slowly massaging out the tension Kurt held in his face. “You’re mocking me, Y/N.” While it was meant as a question, it ended up sounding much more like yet another accusation. You would’ve gotten enraged if it hadn’t been for the way small tears collected at the bottom of long blue eyelashes. Letting your hand slide from his forehead to his eye, you gently swiped away the salty water droplets, wetting the underside of your hand. “I’m not.” You reassured your demonic-looking friend. Almost as if to prove you wrong, Kurt leaned forward, turning his head to the side as he let his free hand carefully grasp your neck, nearing your lips. He stopped himself right before he made contact, giving you ample opportunity to pull away, you didn’t, and though his face was blushing a dark shade of indigo, he uttered a fearful confession, “I love you”. He cringed at the clichéness of the confession, but it was true, he did love you, adore you even. He desperately wanted you to repeat the words to him, but you did not. However, you did the second-best thing, slowly turning your head as well and connecting your lips in a searing kiss.

After that morning, Kurt refuses to leave you alone. You two had made out the entire morning, yet you had never specified what exactly your relationship was now. Kurt couldn’t pretend he wasn’t utterly obsessed with you any longer nor would he allow you to end the friendship. The day after the kiss, Kurt approached you while you hung out with your other friends, something he had never done before. Your friends clearly had no idea of your companionship with the blue man as they gave him wary glances as he requested that you follow him to the gardens for a quick chat. One friend of yours in particular had been bold enough to attempt shooing Kurt away, a bad decision as Kurt simply gave them a death glare, memorising their features and tucking them in the back of his head for future reference. You had conceded to Kurt’s wishes, joining him amongst the many roses, carnations and other greenery.

“What are we?” Kurt had immediately blurted out once you were out of earshot from the other mutant students. “I don’t know”, you had admitted honestly, but that was simply not good enough for Kurt. “Well, we gotta figure it out, because…”, he couldn’t push out the words, he had already confessed the day before, you knew. Still, you pushed for him to say the words once again. Kurt tried but it felt as if a lump of clay had filled his throat, preventing any words from coming out. Taking a deep breath, he decided that if he couldn’t make himself articulate it in English, he would do it in German, “Ich liebe Dich, Y/n… Ich liebe Dich mehr als alles Andere”. Even if you don't know German, the meaning came across and it took your breath away. You had a crush on Kurt, obviously. How could you not? He was such a sweetheart. Still, he was so much more popular than you, everyone loved Kurt, and on top of that, he had been on actual X-men missions, something everyone else could only dream of. He was even buddies with legends like Wolverine and Storm. You were at a loss at how someone so cool could be your friend, let alone in love with you! If Kurt hadn’t grasped both of your hands in his, you would’ve thought this was nothing more than a beautiful dream. “Y/n? Could you say something, please… I would never want to force something on you, but-”, you cut him off with a kiss, thinking it’d be enough. It wasn’t. Kurt needed a vocal confirmation of your feelings and the clear exasperation in his eyes as you pulled away told you that he wanted something in particular. You didn’t have to ask though, as Kurt breathed out a clear, “Tell me how you feel, I beg of you”. If he hadn’t looked so obviously on the verge of bursting into a crying fit, you might’ve considered teasing him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be so cruel to a man who looked so frustrated. “I like you too, I thought that was obvious”, you chuckled at the end, trying to lighten the mood of your conversation.

One can’t help but wonder if you would have confessed so willingly if you knew the crimes Kurt would end up committing. There is a world of difference between a high-school crush and an intense obsession with another being. Still, after that walk in the garden, you re-entered the school as a romantic couple.

Kurt’s obsession wasn’t too obvious in the following weeks, not to you at least. He would follow you around like a lost puppy, kissing you at any time you’d allow him, preferably in front of your friends, to stake his claim on your heart… he, of course, did not tell you the latter bit. To you and those outside of your friend group, Kurt simply seemed like a doting boyfriend, however, your friends, especially the bolder ones of them, were horrified of him. The threatening glares he’d send them were bone-chilling and promising death, not made better in the slightest by the fact that his eyes were such a bright yellow.

Still, you didn’t believe them when they told you about Kurt’s eeriness, you felt as if they were all just jealous that you had entered a relationship with such a doting guy, a thought introduced to you by Kurt himself. The way that they were seemingly the only ones seeing anything bad in him, your less close acquaintances backing you up in your perception of Kurt as a cute and great guy, made them increasingly suspicious. Some of them might stop their attack on the blue man when you lash out, telling them to mind their own business. If one of them foolishly continued, well… Kurt is a pretty popular guy, and whoops! Would you look at that! Suddenly multiple terrible rumours are spreading about them, none of which can be traced back to Kurt, of course.

His yandere tendencies really come to a head one day when the school is attacked by Magneto’s troops, and both you and Kurt are chosen by Charles to aid the X-men. Partially because you’re some of the oldest students, both being over eighteen, but also because you both have a great grasp on your powers. You’re ecstatic to finally be able to help the actual X-men. Kurt, however, is deeply upset. He’s a nervous wreck. What if something happens to you? What if you get hurt?

The battle is long and hard. There were casualties, some of the less experienced mutants. At one point you were about to become one more on the list of the dead. You had spotted one of the younger students, a little blonde girl no older than nine, she had somehow avoided being evacuated along with the rest of the non-fighting students and she was standing right in the blast zone of one of Magneto’s mutants. There hadn’t been enough time to formulate a proper plan and instead of simply standing there, you had jumped in front of the girl, her blonde locks beating against your cheeks as you tackled her to the floor, the pain of the other mutant’s attack just barely grazing your back before you heard two pops in quick succession of each other. Suddenly you were outside, on the grass in front of the manor. Your arms were still tightly curled around the blonde girl’s little body, her thin arms holding onto your waist like coils. However, another set of arms, much stronger, were wound around your shoulders protectively. “You’re safe, meine Liebe, both of you are safe”. Kurt, you realised. The three of you sat like that for a long while, letting your hearts calm down. Once you had comforted the young girl and led her to the other non-fighting students, a stern glare sent to the teacher in charge of gathering them, you let Kurt drag you somewhere else.

His clawed hand had been gripping your wrist like a vice, which you had found curious. “Kurt?” you had tried, but the blue man didn’t answer. Something was wrong, but you didn’t know what, not until he turned you around in his arms. “You could’ve died!” He screamed loudly. You caressed his cheeks, not sure what else would calm him down. His eyes were wild and his talons dug into your skin. “I’m fine”, you reassured, but this only made him shake his head wildly. “Only because I was there! What if I hadn't been?!”

It was then that Kurt decided that he could no longer trust that you’d be safe at the school. He had to do something, what if another attack like this ever happened and he wasn’t there to help you. No, he wouldn’t let that happen. He decided right then and there that the X-men were too violent of a group for him, and by association, you too. Kurt decided that he would fight this one last time, before asking Logan to help bring both of you back to Germany. He could count on his last living adoptive sibling, Jimaine, to set you two up with a small hut in rural Bavaria. He, of course, did not consult you on any of this. He didn’t consider it necessary, he was simply protecting you, and you wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

Kurt refused to let you rejoin the battle. Begging you to stay and protect the non-fighting mutants instead, you relented, trudging back towards them. Popping back into battle, Kurt let his most vile nature out, slaying Magneto’s mutants like the daredevil demon he looked like. It was his sweet revenge for them almost killing you. Grabbing his trusty swords, he sliced and punctured everyone that wasn’t wearing the yellow X-men suits.

He was dripping in thick red blood when he encountered a personal foe of his. The friend of yours who had tried to push him away from you the day the two became official. He had caught them alone. They were wounded, a large gash running across their lower leg. Laying down his weapons, to ease their obvious fear of him. He approached them. Kurt had initially offered a hand, which they took without suspicion, helping them up, only for his tail to wrap around the hilt of one of the discarded swords, driving it through their midsection. Their eyes widened for only a second before they tried to scream. They couldn’t. He had punctured their lungs. Slowly dragging out the now red blade, Kurt admired the way it glistened in the few rays of the sun making it through the broken windows. Kurt still held up your friend by the hand as they slowly bleed out, the colour draining from their face.

When he was sure that they were dead, Kurt left them there. No one would suspect him. Not only because of his image as a sweetheart, but also because they weren’t even close to being the only one who fell that day.

You were inconsolable when you found out about your friend’s untimely end, clinging to Kurt as he tried to comfort you. He used the opportunity to highlight how. “That’s just the risk that you run when you associate with the X-men”. Yes, indeed he exploited your grief to make you agree to run away to Germany with him, cutting off all ties with the X-men as an organisation.

Logan agreed to take the two of you with him on his next travels, where he planned on briefly stopping in Germany. Charles, on the other hand, attempted to stop you from going. He had been worried for his young blue pupil for some time, and against his better judgement, he had entered his mind after the Magneto attack, seeing everything from Kurt’s obsession to the murder of your friend. You didn’t believe him though. You were brainwashed enough by Kurt’s honey-coated damnation of the team of heroes which Charles led, that the bald man’s attempt to keep you at the school only served to solidify your doubts about him. No matter how much Charles wanted to, he couldn’t keep you there against your will, you were an adult and you had made your choice, he simply hoped you wouldn’t come to regret it.

Life with Kurt in Bavaria started out fine. You got married relatively quickly with very few attending, only Logan, Jimaine and a few of your family members. You owned a hut and a small plot of forest, which Kurt successfully used to produce and sell timber. Everything seemed to go so well. That was until Kurt got jealous of the townsfolk which you oh-so-loved to interact with. Every so often, a person you had befriended would either move away, refuse to talk to you or simply disappear. The only connections you really managed to keep were Kurt himself and his sister Jimaine, who would visit on a semi-regular basis.

You didn’t suspect Kurt of anything nefarious until one day you found a young man, whom you had taken to talking to every morning while on your daily walk throughout the alpine village, laying on the kitchen floor. He had multiple puncture wounds and what looked to be bite marks as well, he looked like he had been mauled by a wild animal… or perhaps more accurately a demon. Glancing away from the man’s face, you found your blue husband, holding a dirtied knife, with blood splattered across his long and white fangs. You had tried to run, but it was too late, Kurt had already seen you, teleporting in front of you and manhandling you back into the hut, locking you in your shared bedroom. You had screamed and banged on the door, but it had done nothing.

You would stay locked in that room for weeks, your only company being Kurt, who would only come three times a day to hand you your food. After the first week, you became less hysterical, realising how blind you had been, how you had ignored all warnings from those who actually cared for you. You no longer doubted Charles, but you also recognised that it was far too late. You had dug your own grave and now you would have to lie in it. By the fifth week, you began talking to Kurt again, having remained entirely silent previously. “He was trying to take you away from me! He was dangerous!” Kurt had attempted to explain, as he did every day, but when you finally replied, it was a simple, “Okay”. Nothing more.

You would never love him like you once had. He would let you roam the house again, once he felt he could trust you, perhaps even wander the forest with you, but you would never again see another person regularly other than Kurt and Jimaine, who was very clearly aware of the situation and of no help to you whatsoever. Perhaps, after years of re-conditioning, Stockholm syndrome reinstates and a healthy dose of existential dread, you start caring for your blue sweetheart of a husband again, maybe you’ll get a letter or a visit from Logan once in a while, but truly, you have no one else other than Kurt in this foreign country, where you are inhibited from forming new friendships. If you ever get kids with Kurt, he’d treat them just like he treats you. Sheltered and isolated. “It’s all for your safety”, he’d always defend, and you'd end up thinking, “Perhaps he’s right… perhaps-”

A/N: Yes, you can just ignore this, it's mostly for the user who sent in the request. Thank you for this idea! I know it took a while for me to get it out, I have a smaller exam period ATM, so sorry for that! But Thank you so much for this request! It brought me right back to when I was a kid and Nightcrawler used to be one of my favourite heroes, (my second favourite X-men character), since he was German... And as you can probably tell from the German phrases I shoved in this one... and the fact that I have my Bundesland flag as my Tumblr header image...I too am German, well, half-German. Also, I have always had a soft spot for teleporting characters! I hope I did your request justice! Anyways, thank you for the request!

#kurt wagner x reader #yandere kurt wagner #yandere x reader #nightcrawler x reader #yandere nightcrawler x reader #yandere nightcrawler #kurt wagner #kurt wagner x you #yandere kurt wagner x reader #x men #x men x reader

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lemonflavoreddishsoap · 8 months

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Hello!!, I saw that you were accepting requests so I wanted to ask for a LS with a S/o who is a member of a punk band!!

PS: sorry for my bad english… I'm using a translator to send this:(

Since I already kiiiind of did similar headcanons for Formaggio and Risotto, I won't include them in these headcanons, I hope that's okay!!

ADDITION IM ADDING NOW AS I FINALLY WORK ON SOME DRAFTS HOOOOOOLY SHIT AM I SORRY I'VE NEGLECTED MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG I'm going to try to get back into a writing groove!!!!

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La Squadra with an S/O in a punk band

Illuso

He makes everyone and their grandma listen to your band. He's boasting about how good your music is, he's practically a living advertisement. If you don't want people to get sick of your band's music, please try to ask him to stop

If you're the singer of the band, he'll sometimes start singing your songs, hoping you'll start singing with him.

Hell, even if you aren't the singer, he'll do it.

Makes his way into as many concerts as he can - his stand comes in handy here as he sneaks in pretty damn easily...I mean I don't really know if he needs to but he does anyway?

Prosciutto

Music-wise, it's not exactly something you two connect on, however, he recognises talent when he sees/hears it.

And while he may not listen to your band's stuff on his own time, he will never turn down watching you practice a song or an instrument either on your own or with your band.

Your sheer concentration and skill captivates and attracts him, he loves it.

If you ask for it, he's willing to give feedback when you play him works in progress - he's very fair with his comments, never too harsh, never too soft.

Pesci

He is CONSTANTLY praising you. Number one fan all day every day, supporting your band as much as he possibly can.

I've said before that I think Pesci's music tastes are a bit of everything, so he has a good appreciation for the kind of art you make and you two can bond over music pretty easily.

He's very nervous about talking to any of your bandmates, but he always asks you to pass along compliments to them. Appreciation for everyone! aughghghg i love him

If he has the time, and you're okay with it, he loves to help with performances!!! If you need help setting ANYTHING, he is willing to help out

Also...be prepared for a very proud, mushy Pesci after any of your performances

Melone

"You've been playing together for how long? And your biggest inspirations are...?" idk why I just think he would like. Be a major contributor if you guys had like a wikipedia page or something. He's interviewing you and tippy tapping away (there's a post showing off how silly he types, I need to find it again)

He's asking about all the instruments, all the equipment - if you'd be so gracious as to possible teach him how to use any of them he will be thrilled.

He's just generally super curious about it all, he possibly asks too many questions...as in, you're wondering if he already knows the answer and just wants to listen to you talk.

Similar to Pesci, Melone spreads the appreciation all throughout your band!! No one's talent goes unnoticed to him, and in time he'd like to befriend the other members of the band.

Ghiaccio

Watching you perform does something to him. He's completely fucking silent and his eyes are GLUED on you. It's kind of scary from an outside perspective but to you it's absolutely adorable.

He's listening to your band all the time. Ghiaccio, at least in my thoughts, has such a deep passion for music and pays deep attention to how each individual in a group plays their instruments, how it all comes together to create a unique sound. Obviously, this is a million times more special for him listening to your stuff because well...it's you.

In previous headcanons, I mentioned that he blasts music into his ears when he listens as a sensory thing. With yours, he likes to close his eyes and imagine you and your band are right there.

No because now I can't stop thinking about it. Ghiaccio would love to have a musician s/o. He would love that so much holyshit?

You find him in heated arguments against random people in the comments of videos of your songs. Classic Ghiaccio.

#la squadra #jjba x reader #la squadra x reader #ghiaccio x reader #illuso x reader #pesci x reader #jjba #melone x reader #prosciutto x reader

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poptod · 2 years

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Taste of the Rich (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Description: Ahkmenrah feeds you fruit. That’s it.

Notes: ive written so many long serious fics about ahk i think im just tired. heres me having a giant crush on him and having nowhere to put that love. WC: 1.8k

It started out so innocent.

You'd been called to the Prince's chambers––nothing new at all, considering you had already been there a number of times to complete menial duties. Most of the time you cleaned his room, prepared incense, or carried bowls of fresh blue lotus flowers to lay at his bedside. As such you hauled your cleaning tools up the steps, wondering if you were to clean the whole of his room by yourself. A daunting task, but not impossible.

This, however, was not what you were expecting.

Unlike the other times, the Prince was inside, waiting for you. Usually you only saw him once you were done, at which point he thanked you as you quickly left the room. Now he was sitting on his bed, his legs crossed neatly, a soft smile on his face as the door creaked open.

"Iiti im hotep," he said, lifting his chin ever so slightly. A polite smile tugged at his dark lips.

"Good afternoon, my Prince," you said quietly, hesitant to meet his eye.

Instead, you set your tools in a far corner, and got to sweeping up the piles of sand and dust that naturally accumulated within the palace. For the next couple minutes, you ignored how his eyes trailed wherever you went, and stuck to yourself.

You barely noticed that the door opened until it shut behind the leaving feet of another servant. With that tiny noise you looked up, and realized Ahkmen had been left with a large platter of fruit. You watched, unable to look away, as he tested one of the grapes.

Once he swallowed, his gaze turned to you.

"How long have you been working here?" He asked, and the sound made you realize you'd been staring motionless at him.

"Um.. since I was 14," you answered quietly.

"Hm." He looked to the plate, took another grape, and turned back to you, his brow knotted curiously. "What do you think of it?"

"Uhh..."

"Don't be afraid to be critical," he said, moving to lay down with his hands entwined behind his head. "I'm only curious. Won't tell anyone." He winked. "Promise."

"I do not.. have much to say," you said with a weak chuckle as you resumed sweeping. "I am told what to do, and if I do it well, I am given food and beer for my family. There isn't much to it."

"Do you not get tired of bread?" He asked, his eyes narrowing. "It's all you're given, isn't it?"

"My brother and father catch fish in the Nile, and my mother picks the fallen figs of the city's trees. She, uh, she bakes them in the sun, and it makes them sweet. I do not have... bad food. I'm happy with what I have now. It is better from what I had as a child."

He paused to contemplate his words, gently chewing at his lips. You wandered to imagine what he was thinking about––what questions he would continue to ask, what things he wouldn't understand under the virtue of his fortunes as a Prince. After all, in your experience, rich people simply didn't understand the lives of those beneath them.

"How did you come upon this job, then?"

Ah, yes. In Egypt the child always trained under the job of their parent when they grew up. Not so much, in your case; your father was never a servant in the palace.

"My father was a soldier for the Hyksos. When he was captured, he was, uh, enslaved. The Pharaoh made him a soldier for Egypt. After that, he um... he was given a job here, as servant in the palace, but I took his place. He cannot work good anymore."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Is he doing alright? Is he happy?"

"Yes," you said, and this time you couldn't stop a chuckle from warming your cheeks. "Yes, my brother and I keep him fed."

What an odd question for a Prince, you thought.

He hummed again and nodded. You returned to cleaning, organizing his scrolls and papyrus, and his palette of water-stained colors.

"I want to send you home with a gift," he said suddenly.

Your shuffling stopped just as abruptly, leaving the room heavied with silence.

"Uh.. thank you, my Prince," you said, slow and hesitant. "But m - may I ask why?"

"Hm?" He raised his brows like he hadn't heard you. "Oh, oh no reason really. I just know you've done your share of chores for me, and I think it is good to share what one has. Especially with one as obedient as yourself."

You bit down a nervous laugh.

"Come here," he commanded.

Without hesitation, you moved to stand before him.

"Sit down."

You did as he asked. He called you obedient, after all. You didn't want to disappoint him.

He sat up, scanning your features for a good minute, with an eye that scrutinized each of your micro-expressions. When he reached for you, it took everything not to flinch away.

His thumb ran down your jawline, then gently gripped your chin and forced you to face him.

"You are quite beautiful, too," he said quietly. As though he hadn't noticed you before.

"Thank you, my Prince," you said, your voice verging between mouthing and a whisper.

"Of course." He smiled. "Now open up."

You nearly spluttered. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but the moment you did, his thumb hooked into your jaw, silencing you as he pulled you forward towards him.

He kept his thumb where it was as he turned, plucking a grape from the vine before turning back to you and placing it in your mouth.

It was smooth and cool on your tongue. Once he removed his thumb you bit down, allowing a sweet taste to fill your senses. You chewed slowly, testing the flavor with a sense of appreciation. You'd never had grapes before. As your eyes flickered up to him from the floor, you found him staring at you, gauging your reaction.

"What do you think?" He asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

"It's very good," you admitted. "There is more... taste, than I thought."

"Very good."

He reached for the plate again, and returned with a fruit you'd never seen before. It was red, with a thick crown where it grew from a branch, and fit well into his hand. When he cracked it open, thin lines of white flesh separated a multitude of blood red seeds. He must've noticed your eyes bulging, because he laughed, throwing his head back.

"It's a pomegranate. Have you never seen one before?" He asked through his chuckles.

"I've never eaten a grape before, sir," you pointed out.

"Right, right. I forget sometimes. It's from your land, actually, it's called a pomegranate. Imported specially from the Hyksos for the palace. You won't see it outside these walls."

"How do you... eat it?"

"Quite simple. Just..." he peeled a length of seeds away from the fruit, "bite in."

The taste of this one was sharper––stronger, deeper, and plunged into your senses in a way not dissimilar to its' vibrant color. When you swallowed, he asked again for your opinion, which you gave quietly.

"It is good. It.. is how I think wine would taste," you said rather decisively, which seemed to amuse the Prince.

"You've never had wine, either?" He asked, but this time there was less astonishment in his voice, and instead he was politely inquisitive.

"Uh... no," you answered slowly.

"Mm."

He stood, leaving you on his bed as you stared, your eyes trailing after him as he poked his head into the hallway, catching the attention of the nearest servant. He said something to them––something you couldn't quite make out––and soon returned to sit by your side.

"I'll warn you that wine doesn't actually taste like pomegranates, at least not to me. You'll soon make that decision for yourself. In the meantime," he gripped your chin gently, "close your eyes."

You did.

His thumb rested on your lower lip, and when it dug in you allowed him to open up your mouth, till the pad of his thumb rested on your teeth and tongue. This time, a dried, wrinkled fruit was placed in your mouth, and you decided quickly that it tasted very similar to dates, if it wasn't a date at all.

"Now there's two ways of eating these, that was the dried one. Here's a fresh one. It's a little different. Keep your eyes closed, darling."

A 'little' different was an understatement. Instead of the soft, honey-like flesh surrounded by a thin layer of dry skin, this one was crisp and more juicy than the previous.

"What was that?" You asked when you finished.

"Jujube berries." He leaned back and smiled. "Do you like them?"

"Yes, it's very good."

His eyes narrowed.

"Now you're not just saying this to make me happy, are you?" He asked, tilting his head curiously.

A grin grew across his face when your eyes widened and you tried to stammer out some sort of answer. Fortunately, he took mercy on you, and laughed away your nervousness.

"Don't worry yourself. But I don't mind if you don't like them, you can tell me if you don't. This is a gift for you, after all."

He continued to feed you a variety of fruits, ranging from the cherries of the Persea tree and pears that grew from desert cacti. Then, when he ran out of new fruit for you to try, he continued to feed you what you deemed your favorites. Pomegranate seeds––though covered in sweet flesh––were bitter when crushed. Fresh jujube berries were tough on your teeth. Mimusops were light and fruity, and the soft flesh was easy to chew, so he was happy to feed you those along with the grapes you first had.

You did find it strange, however, that he wouldn't hand them to you. Each of the fruits came from his hand, and his alone. Not that you would complain. You could never do that in his presence.

By the end of it you were left with a woven basket of reeds, refilled at Ahkmen's beck and call to the servant who returned with a clay bottle of wine. Long, branching vines of grapes and ripe pomegranates encircled dates and mimusops like a wreath. The bottle, kept shut with a thick cork, had a rounded bottom that couldn't stand on its' own, as well as a thin neck flanked by handles carved into with grape leaves.

"I hope you and your family enjoys these," the Prince said quietly, arranging the fruits on the platter in your hands.

"I'm certain they will," you said, staring up at him. "Thank you, my Prince."

He chuckled, and a warm smile met your eyes.

"No need to thank me." He reached up, stroking the crease of your lips with his thumb, and removing the red stains of pomegranates. "Come back for more if you'd like, as well. You're always welcome in my chambers."

#ahkmenrah x reader #Ahkmenrah #Night at the Museum #rami malek #ahkmenrah x male reader #ahkmenrah x female reader

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bluemoonhoon · 5 months

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santa doesn’t know you like I do

jake sim x fem reader mini series smau

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SIX

You were in the kitchen when you finally heard the noise of the door unlocking. Jaeyun didn’t really tell you about the thing he wanted to say, you just hoped it was nothing serious. While the tea you were making was being filled in the cups. You heard a sigh from the hall, and you could already imagine Jake getting rid of his thick coat and boots. You didn’t even need to see him to know he was feeling sadness and exhaustion.

Now, the cups were in your hands while you walked into the living room and the figure of jake sitting on the couch with his hands covering his face made you walk faster and sit right next to him after putting the warm cups on the coffee table. “What’s going on yun?” You whispered while rubbing your hand through his back. Another sigh left his mouth and he left himself falling against his shoulder. "I just feel so dumb". His voice sounded really worn out, and you just couldn't understand where this feeling was coming from.

"Talk to me please, can I help you?" you told him while trying to get his hands in yours and out of his face. "I'm not going to keep seeing Minjeong" This time jake finally looked at you with sad-looking eyes. “Why is that? I thought you guys were doing great" those words were the only thing you could think off, you were curious to say the least. "I thought so too, but she said she didn't want anything serious at the moment and that we could only keep seeing each other if we were sure there would not be any feelings in the way..." he scoffed "which clearly couldn't happen because I already liked her, and she knew that" he still looked like he had more to say, so you just stayed there in silence "it's just that, if she had told me that since the beginning I don't think I would’ve agreed to see her and I would’ve saved everything that's going on right now".

"And do you regret it?" you said quietly, “I think so? At the start, she told me she was looking for someone to have fun with. I just wish I'd asked her what she meant by that" He said, matching your tone while still holding your hand, silence engulfed both of you while you were thinking of the right thing to say. "Yunie, you can't do that, I know you and I know you liked her and I think part of you always knew what she was looking for. You cannot put all the blame on her because she had told you what she expected by hanging out with you" "I just thought that I could change her mind" he said in a sigh, "and did you?", you asked him in the softest voice you could and felt him shake his head no; the hand that wasn't on his found home in his hair and as you played with it, you said "you must’ve liked her a lot Yun, but you can't always expect people to reciprocate the same feelings as you".

"It's just that look at me ynie! I'm a total catch, don't you think? How could she not want to date me?" he said with a mix of comedy in him to try to bring up his mood, and that made you giggle "some people just don't want to face the commitment of a relationship at this point of their life, and I think you have to remember that for your next relationships" you said as you finally let go of him and gave him a small smile.

"And do you?" he questioned while laying his back on the couch. "I what?" " You know, do you want a serious relationship?”; he asked a lot more. relaxed than a few moments ago. "I haven't really thought about it" (lies) “I think so? It's not like im seeing someone to know if I want a serious thing" you laughed and tried not to make a big deal of it in hopes he didn't see the nervousness you felt with that question.

As if there was a divine call, your phone rang from the kitchen, which made you stand up and look for it. Texts and a call from Heeseung covered your screen, and it made you remember that you had to be out of your place 5 minutes ago to meet with him for your project. It relieved you when you read that he was running late and asked to meet you 30 minutes later, but you were wondering if it was alright to cancel him, you wanted to stay with jake, but this project was important, and heeseung was leaving to his hometown soon, so it would be difficult to reschedule; while you were thinking about it, you heard jake calling out your name and with your phone in your pocket you met him again in the living room.

"How do you want to deal with your feelings, yun? Should we watch a movie and order take out? Or we can make some food and grab some drinks? What's on your mind?" you asked him trying to ignore the sound your phone notifications was making, "what's going on ynie?" he asked as neither of you could ignore the noise any further "sorry, its just that I had to meet a friend for a project and I forgot; but don't worry I can cancel it and spend the day with you" you said finally while picking up your phone to tell heeseung "no, no, don't worry, I can stay here while you go do your project, its important and don't worry I´m not that sad" he told you while standing up to grab your shoulders and push you to your room, "bu-" "no buts' missy, go get ready we can order dinner when you get back" he interrupted you "okay, but I´m calling hoon to see if he can keep you company, okay?" you told him looking for an agreement "I´m not a kid yn" "I know you aren't but I don't want you sad and alone, that's depressing" you finished while both of you giggled a little bit, with that silent acceptance you texted sunghoon and got changed to leave the place; after some minutes you said your goodbyes to jake and left as fast as you could, so you could just finish the damn project and you could go back to spending time with him.

note: another late update, it’s just that it’s my first written chapter and it honestly makes me really nervous

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#enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #sim jaeyun #enhypen smau #enhypen jake sim #enhypen x reader

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