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fluffshisuga · 4 months

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Gift Wrapping (G.S)

the random urge to write jjk fanfiction on Christmas Eve as i horribly wrap Christmas presents (i have never been good at it) and in turn thought about Gojo. (Its been so long since I've written anything so if I'm rusty I am sorry </3 but maybe more soon?)

Gojo had never really tried when it came to wrapping Christmas gifts, it would just be ripped up anyway, right? Where Geto was gentle when it came to unwrapping gifts in hopes to not damage what was hidden under it, Gojo would watch in fear as Shoko would tear into the paper, debris flying everywhere with no care in the world. Gojo was the same way, of course, with no care for the paper around it., but he would never admit that.

But when you came into the picture, Gojo felt the need to make all the gifts he got you perfect, including the wrapping. He started by trying to wrap a regular box, hoping to keep the paper smooth and without any weird lumps. Geto watched in amusement, as Gojo got agitated when the corner didn't fold properly, or he was too rough with the tape and ripped the paper.

"Perhaps you should be... gentler?" Geto chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned back on the sofa. Gojo huffed in response, narrowing his eyes as he glanced over at Geto. "I'm trying here. But this paper is just too... flimsy." This earns a small chuckle from Geto as he shakes his head. There was discarded paper everywhere; past attempts at the perfect wrapping laying around the room, tiny Christmas trees adorning red and white backgrounds.

"Would you like me to show you an example, then?" Geto offered. His gift wrapping was rather exceptional, compared to his other peers, neat edges and clear tape, you could hardly tell that someone even wrapped a gift. This brought out another huff from Gojo, who hung his head as he lightly nodded. "Please." Geto dropped from the sofa and moved to sit next to Gojo, taking the box he was trying to wrap and crumbling up the now-ripped paper, tossing it behind him. "The key is keeping your paper even, from the length to the cut." He stated, pulling over the roll of paper and laying it flat onto the box. Gojo watched intently as he made sure each side of the box would be covered in just the right amount of paper, smirking as he lays his hand out for scissors.

"Why do you feel the need to learn how to wrap gifts now of all times?" Geto questioned, feeling the scissors dropped into his hand. A grumble sounded next to him as Gojo mumbled quietly under his breath. "Sorry?" More grumbles. "Satoru, I can't understand you when you mumble." Gojo lets out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I want to make the wrapping look nice this time. Like I know what I'm doing." Geto raised a brow as he cut through the paper, his lip twitching slightly to fight a smile. "Why not just use a gift bag? Unless you've chosen some pretty big gifts." This earned a scoff from Gojo, who frowned as he continued to watch. "Because that's lazy! That's for little gifts like candy and jewelry, and those bags hold like five gifts max." He pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a moment. "I want it to look perfect, because y/n deserves it."

This causes a small chuckle to leave Geto as he drops the scissors next to him, pushing the roll of paper to the side. "Is that what this is all about? And here I thought you were trying to make my gifts look nice, for once." Gojo groaned, a small "shut up" leaving him as he shakes his head in embarrassment. Geto continues to show Gojo his wrapping technique, folding the paper neatly at the corners before securing them with small pieces of tape. "You want to make a good impression, then?" He asks, biting his lip as he tries to coax the paper to fold without ripping. Gojo nods his head, a small smile on his lips now. "Yeah, I've already got the best gifts picked out, but my wrapping skills are.... horrible." "Oh, we know." This earns a small smack on the arm from Gojo, who crossed his arms again.

"There, see? Just like that." Geto smiles, looking down at the neatly wrapped box. Gojo bites his lip as he looks at it, nodding to himself as he goes through what Geto had shown him. "Yeah, I think I got it." Geto smiles as he rises from his spot on the ground, stretching slightly as he looks around the room. "That reminds me, I have gifts to wrap as well. I'll see you later then, Satoru." He nods in Gojo's direction, waving as he closes the door behind him. Gojo looks down at the box again, biting his lip as he looks over to the corner of the room, where a neat pile of gifts sat. "My turn..."

Tongue poking past his lips, as well as a small string of curses leave Gojo as he tries to wrap the gifts himself. When it came to the boxed gifts, he was able to replicate what Geto had shown him to a degree, with a small Gojo flair to it, the odd crumbled corner or a weirdly placed piece of tape. But when it came to different shapes, he was stuck trying to make them as neat as possible. "How am I even supposed to...?" He mumbled to himself, looking down at a little plush that sat before him, its empty eyes practically taunting him to try and wrap it. He groans, opting to wrap the paper around it like a little bag, looking over at a reference photo on his phone. He wrapped the tape around the paper's edges, furrowing his brows as he began to rethink this choice of wrapping. Was the wrapping paper even good enough for you? Is it too much? What if you think he's stuck up if he gives you neatly wrapped gifts?

He shakes his head; it was too late to change the wrapping paper now. There were only two gifts left to wrap, a box full of different porcelain figures; cats, rabbits, a fish or two, he thought they were cute, and each time he passed them in the store he thought of you. He carefully wrapped them, being even more careful with them to not break them. "Should I put a fragile sign on them?" He muttered, tapping his chin. He shook his head a moment later, the belief that you would be gentle when he handed it to you on his mind. He sighed as he looked over at the last item, a little black box. Inside laid a silver chain, adorned with crystal-like lilies on small charms. He thought it was beautiful, and would look great against your skin, the thought of you wearing it every day making his heart flutter.

Such a small box didn't need as much wrapping paper, which was great for Gojo as he was running low. He carefully wrapped the small box, keeping the edges neat and making sure the tape didn't touch the box in any way. He smiled happily as he stretched his arms, a small yawn leaving his lips as he looked out the window for a moment. The stars outside were bright, even against the lights of the city. They were beautiful, just like you. They shined like your eyes did; how he hoped your eyes would shine when you opened the gifts he gave you. You would probably chuckle nervously as he walked over to you, his arms full as he smiled at you. You would probably even shake your head with a smile as he told you there was more in his car, as your eyes follow him as he sprints to grab the rest of them.

He finds himself smiling softly, looking back down to the pile of now-wrapped gifts. A small chuckle leaves him as he looks at his work, proud at his progress at wrapping. Perhaps you will compliment him on it when he sees you. What did you get him for Christmas? Did you even get any gifts for him? Perhaps not. Either way, seeing your smile and hearing your voice would be enough, and a small blush hits his cheeks when he thinks about how you might give him a tight hug as thanks, maybe even a kiss on the cheek.

#fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #geto suguru #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen fluff #jujustu kaisen x you

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highhhfiveee · 5 months

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okay, this has been my literal roman empire. what if gf!y/n and abby are having a little karaoke moment to a song and mike walks in and sees both of them together, and you can write the rest.

i don’t know why but i can’t stop thinking about it.

remember to take care of yourself 🫶🫶

this is so very cute (,: but alas, for "to crumble" mike and reader, this is but a thing of the past.

tags: "to crumble" mike and reader, foreshadowy fluff (: pretty cute stuff that hurts in retrospect 💔

karaoke therapy

a "to crumble" ficlet.

original fic: 🩹 / additional ficlet, facetime: 🤳🏽

you come over to watch abby on a friday night so you're able to stay with her and mike for the entirety of saturday. your weekends are usually occupied by grading since you're nearing the end of the fall semester, but you're forcing time with abby and mike into your schedule because it's what you really want. life wasn't all about work and bills and adulting; you could do the things you enjoyed if you planned for it and so you did.

you'd driven over with enough haste to get you pulled over, toting enough stuff to last you a day and your excitement, large and beaming brightly in your demeanor. you were jittery walking up the drive, shaking out the anxiety in your body as you knock on the door.

abby answers the door, causing you to shift your gaze downward. she's already in her pajamas, the cute, pink bunny slippers you got her for her birthday donned on her feet. she smiles at you, opening the door further so you can step inside. "hi, y/n. you're just in time, mike made lasagna."

"yeah, it's on the stove. it's slightly burnt," mike calls from down the hall, walking into the living room as he slips his arms through the holes of his security vest. "but we'll say crispy on top instead. hi, baby." he grabs your face, pulling you into a couple small pecks, ones he backs away from with a lazy smile. you twist your lips, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. you and mike hadn't been dating for long, a short but serious four months, and you always felt so dizzy when you saw him, bewildered at the fact that he was your boyfriend. he was so sweet, so caring, hard-working, and unlike anyone you'd dated before. he worked so hard to provide for abby and change his future, and it made your attraction to him greater. he wanted you in that future, and it excited you for what was to come.

"gotta leave so soon?" you pout. mike's eyes soften as you caress his cheek, sighing as he reaches down for his bag.

"unfortunately. traffic's bad tonight, there was a huge crash and i gotta take backroads, howeverrrrr," mike ruffles abby's hair, causing her to grumble and gives you one last kiss, the dreamy, far-off look in his eyes accompanied with a lip bite, "i will see you both tomorrow morning, bright and early. have fun, and goodnight."

mike gives abby a kiss on the top of her head before he exits to his car, and you close the door behind you, dropping your duffle onto the floor. "okay," you announce, placing your hands on your bent knees as you turn to abby. "lasagna while we play board games or do karaoke?"

karaoke wins by a landslide. abby's been loving to sing recently, starting to get more comfortable with her growing vocals. she really only shows it to you, and ever since you've showed her karaoke, you've encouraged her to have fun and try different things; different inflections, tones, anything else she feels like she could do to make it her own. you loved to see her blossom singing in front of the brightly colored, ever-changing lyrics, using her hairbrush as a microphone.

you use your own too, setting it down on the coffee table to take a bite of lasagna and garlic bread while you watch abby sing along to call me maybe. she rocks on her heels in front of the tv, eyes tracking alongside the moving text.

you encourage her between forkfuls, providing her with background vocals and hype, giving her an "okay!" once she gets to the prechorus. she begins to dance, bouncing around the space between the coffee table and the tv. she gives her all to the chorus, making a good attempt at belting the notes.

"you sound so good, abs," you praise, wiping your mouth off on a napkin before grabbing the remote to change the karaoke video. "here, let's try some other ones. eat some food while i find them, 'kay?"

meanwhile, mike is sat in his car, idling behind others on the backroad he decided to take. traffic on these roads had increased because of the crash on the freeway, and there was no way he was getting to work any time soon. he'd been sitting bumper to bumper with these cars for about ten minutes, and he feels irritation creeping up into him, tapping his fingers against the wheel and leaning his head into the palm of his hand, elbow resting on the window. not even listening to the radio helps him, and eventually he just turns it off, succumbing to the sound of bad brakes and purring engines.

his mind floats away with thoughts of you, and how happy you looked he saw you at the house, all giddy and excited to be there. he loved you, loved when you were around. abby did too. you'd both agreed that your presence made the house feel complete, and that's all mike could think about, wondering how to bring up the question he'd been dwelling on for the past few weeks.

he should be home, on the couch watching tv with you and abby, or eating dinner, sat at the table and talking about your days and what hopes you had for the future. what things you found interesting. interacting like humans, having real moments; being present. mike had trouble with that, sleeping so much to keep up with the demand of working overnight. he tried to be there for abby as much as he could, helping her with her homework and making sure she was fed and feeling okay after her school days, but sometimes he felt like it was just an autonomous thing he did, moving on autopilot. the days blended together until you entered the equation, completely breaking up the monotony in his life with your being.

he should be home, not sitting in between all these aluminum machines, breathing in the acrid smells of oil and gasoline.

"fuck it," mike mutters, checking his blinds before pulling a turn off the main road and making his way around all the traffic, heading back towards the house.

freddy's was locked. no one would be around to do anything, no one ever was, and he was sure that it would be fine if he missed one night. he speeds back home, gripping the steering wheel with intent. he has people to get to, time to spend with the ones he loves. life's too short, he ruminates, and there's never enough time for moments of happiness like the ones he gets from you and abby.

he pulls into the driveway, exiting the car with the same jaunty energy you had earlier and unlocking the door with zeal. "decided to come back home. traffic wa---"

"my loneliness...is killing me,"

"and i...."

"i must confess, i still believe..."

"still believe!" you point your index finger to the sky as you hit the note, giggling along with abby as she attempts it too. "when i'm not with you, i lose my mind...give me a signnnnnnnnn," you're spinning around with your brush clutched in both hands, eyes closed and body fully invested in the music. mike doesn't think he's heard you sing before, not so solemnly like this. your voice is beautiful.

"hit me baby---oh jeez, mike!" you squeal in time to the music as abby finishes out the chorus, turning to face her brother as well. he's just staring at you two, jovially twisted lips and crossed arms and this twinkling look in his eye that makes you squirm. no one's ever looked at you like that, and you replace your hairbrush with the remote, stopping the video.

"sorry, i'm just...helping abby expand her iconic pop song repertoire. gotta start with one of the classics." abby nods as mike waves off your apology, setting his bag next to yours on the floor. "yeah, y/n is introducing me to such great songs. i'm really enjoying britney spears. what was that other song we did?"

"toxic," you reply, tucking your hair behind your ear. "that was a really fun one."

"uh huh, it was! it was all---" abby mimics the whiny synth strings, causing mike to laugh, coming around to the front of the couch. he wraps his arm around your waist, twirling you to face him. you place both of your hands on his shoulders, gazing deeply into his content eyes. "let me hear more of your singing, abs," he asks, and she starts the video up again, pretending the small sliver of space where she stands is a professional stage.

mike begins to sway your bodies, slowly waltzing you around as abby's untrained voice soundtracks your dance. "don't know why you were apologizing. hearing and watching you two have fun is the greatest thing ever, baby. love seeing you spend time together."

you blush, ducking your head into his collarbone. "it's just a silly thing i do by myself at home. guess i kinda got abby super interested in it...lots of fun though. lots of fun."

mike is quiet for a while, spinning you around gently. you can feel his heartbeat through his clothes, speed up-ticking with every second. he's looking down on you, watching your eyelash flutter with each serene blink you take, then looking at abby, who's searching through other karaoke videos and humming the melody of baby one more time with a bob of her head.

all mike can feel right now is this moment. he feels every second pass, overly-conscious to the fact that he's living and breathing in this instant. this was the present he'd always wanted to be in, and he doesn't want to let go of it. he wants this forever. his question gnaws at him, chewing away at his stomach, and he finally just blurts it out.

you're about to pull away from him to ask him if he's okay when he whispers, "move in with us." you're taken aback, raising from his chest and staring at him, eyebrows furrowed and lips wrinkled.

"mike.."

"you don't have to answer right now," he clarifies, sighing as he shakes his head. "i meant to ask it as a question, i'm sorry." you chuckle, reaching your fingers up into the hair at the nape of his neck. "just...let me know if you want to. i love having you here, abby loves having you here. i know it's still pretty early for us but...we could be a bona fide family, the three of us."

you squeeze mike a little tighter, a sort of answer to his question. there wasn't anything stopping you, truly. his house was closer to the school you worked at, and you could drop abby off at her school in the mornings so mike could get enough rest to pick her up in the afternoons. you could have home-cooked dinners, and spend the weekends together, taking abby to art museums and libraries, theme parks and other attractions.

you really could be a family. you were still young, your relationship with mike moderately fresh, but...the idea sounded nice.

"think about it," mike instructs, pulling away from you and ducking down to look at your obscured face. "no rush, okay?" he steps away from you after giving you a kiss to the forehead, grabbing for your hairbrush. a video for i'm like a bird by nelly furtado has started playing, and mike saddles up to abby, hip bumping her as he prepares to sing. "gonna be your backup singer, that okay?"

"yeah, yeah, just do it well! c'mon, c'mon it's starting! you're beautiful, that's for sure..." you take a seat on the couch, hugging your knees to your chest as you watch and listen, giggling along to mike's off-pitch ad-libs and timing mistakes. abby squeals at him, bursting into a fit of laughter and incorrect lyrics as he tickles at her torso.

you could get used to this, you think. maybe moving wouldn't be so bad.

how cute for it to all just go ka-blammy (,: going to write a part 2 for "to crumble" and i know y'all said y'all wanted it sweet but hmmmm...i think we need some angst. just stay tuned 🤞🏽

faire's seedlings ✿

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#fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf fic #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fluff #faire’s mike schmidt <3 #faire answers asks #faire is writing stuff #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #this is just so cute and it sucks what comes after it #like writing their past is kind of sick of me #it's not like that anymore and i'm just reminiscing #so are they </3

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anisette-blackwirth · 2 years

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SAGAU: Meeting Heizou

summary: Heizou's thoughts on you as he feels your presence for the first time during his hangout quests.

spoiler warning: all Heizou hangout quest routes

content warning: Chosen Traveler is Aether. She/Her pronouns for reader because I am too lazy to pretend this isn't a blatant self-insert. This is set very late in the AU; reader and the characters have collectively managed to "break the shit out of the system", allowing more communication and leniency.

notes: "Oh, he's just a detective character. I'm sure he's fine I'm just not particularly intereste-" Hey past me, shut up, he's perfect?? Congrats to his birthday mail for convincing me to stop and do this hangout in the middle of Golden Apple Archipelago exploration.

This is probably terribly OOC since I'm not certain of his character yet. I'm also not happy with the lazy transitions here, but a re-write of the entire hangout quest would be too massive for one single post. That'd be a whole chaptered fic.... So I had to skip a lot of dialogue. Just, uh, shove it back in there in your head, please.

[Fic under the cut!]

Heizou's constellation had lit up during the recent star-showers, but he hadn't yet felt anything from you. It was disappointing to know that you’d been purely interested in Kazuha’s golden star and not his three purple ones, but not the end of the world. After all, he’d steered clear of the Traveler’s path during the entire Vision Hunt Decree and its aftermath. He’d wanted to avoid his superiors asking him to actually capture the guy, and that meant he hadn’t properly caught your attention when you were in Inazuma.

Not that he was the only one being ignored, mind you! While wandering Watatsumi on his impromptu vacation he overheard soldiers chatting excitedly about their General's new constellation illuminating the night sky. Gorou’s life hadn’t visibly changed since the event. The difference, of course, was that General Gorou and the Traveler were known to be fast friends, and Gorou could presumably just ask to talk to you whenever he wanted. Heizou had his work cut out for him if he wanted to catch your attention starting from scratch.

So after sending a flirtatious letter in the Traveler’s direction inviting him to come by and chat sometime, Heizou takes off to the outskirts of Watatsumi to try and think of his next move. With luck, he’ll also figure out that weird dream of his by the end of his birthday!

He isn't expecting you to show up with the Traveler just as he's starting to really irritate his captors into hopefully giving him the information he wants, but man alive he is not complaining!

“Well well, look who it is! I was wondering who could be valiant enough to wipe the floor with these guys so easily. Turns out it was the distinguished Traveler… and [y/n]. Really, I can’t thank the both of you enough!”

“Have we met?” says Aether with an amused smile.

“Of course, I was aware of you long before you arrived in Inazuma…” Heizou can feel Aether’s amusement growing as he explains - or wait, no, that’s your amusement too. It’s bleeding through into Aether and Paimon’s grins as he introduces himself. He’s used to reading hidden meaning in people’s words, but this background presence will take some getting used to. He has three people enveloping him in amused looks at once! It’s making him a little loopy.

“The Traveler from afar heroically rescues the weak and defenseless detective from the clutches of the ruthless Nobushi! Traveler, you’re so dreamy~" It’s a joke Heizou intends to immediately follow with a question about the Traveler’s commission, but he has to pause as he feels you laugh joyously from... wherever you are.

“Oh, she likes you,” Aether says under his breath with a chuckle. His floating companion rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling too, with her little arms still wrapped around the commission scroll. Oh? Well, if flirtation is what you want, and these two don’t seem to mind, he can certainly oblige…

The conversation continues along lines Heizou had roughly predicted until he gets the opportunity to question Paimon directly.

“A Vision is an external magical focus, right? Well, similarly, a Voice is an external voice box. I’ve heard that the Traveler is often the Voice for [y/n]. Then, given how chatty you are, you must be his Voice, right?”

Paimon’s protests are vehement, leading to another wave of amusement, but Aether looks thoughtful. “Huh. Yeah, I guess I am her Voice,” he says while looking up at the clouds. He remains thoughtful while Heizou explains the dream that led him here. …Interesting. Had no one else mentioned Voices to the Traveler before?

Now, Heizou thinks, would be the perfect time to deliver on that flirtation again. “The dream contained only one message, an echo resounding from the depths of the earth that kept ringing in my ears, saying…” He walks right up to the Traveler as he speaks, gauging the man’s comfort levels. No point making your host uncomfortable, after all. Aether seems bemused but relaxed as he approaches, so Heizou continues with his gambit.

Heizou can feel both you and Aether freeze as he leans in to press his lips close to the blonde’s ear. “Something vital is missing on this island…”

What Heizou feels from you, he can only describe as ‘flustered exclamation points’. He pulls back and continues his musings as Aether turns away, seemingly caught between laughter at your state and a blush of his own. Paimon rolls her eyes and ignores both you and Aether to suggest that the thing “missing” is the island’s food. Which… actually doesn’t feel wrong. It might be more insightful than he expected. Huh. Maybe not food exactly, but he’ll think about that one.

“So, since we’re already here, why don’t we just solve this puzzle together? Once everything is settled, I’ll gladly accompany you back to the Police Station, or anywhere else you’d like to go. What do you think?”

“I’m curious about your dream, too. We’ll assist,” Aether says. Heizou gives a mental cheer for catching your attention and prepares to hold it as long as he possibly can.

The investigation is not without its hitches. Heizou can feel your mood welcoming the General when he appears, so it’s with trepidation that he leads Aether, Paimon, and you out of earshot to suggest that the man is hiding something. Aether and Gorou are friends, and Gorou is another one of your (potential) vessels, so you might take the accusation poorly …but you don’t seem to be offended. In fact, both you and Aether agree to continue the investigation readily.

You trust Gorou’s character, but you don’t blindly trust everything he says. You want to get to the bottom of this mystery as much as he does. Man alive, you’re getting better by the minute, here!

In fact, investigating with you is so much fun that it flies by in almost no time at all. As the case reaches its conclusion, it’s with a heavy heart that Heizou realizes he’ll have to stay on Watatsumi. At least for another few months. He’d like to avoid bringing attention to their… creative problem-solving while they wait for bureaucracy to catch up to their needs. And that means he won't be accompanying you on any journeys like he had hoped. Feeling the impending deadline, he grabs Aether’s wrist and leads him (and you) to the seashell cliff overlooking the main vortex waterfalls so he can wax poetic about the island's vitality and beauty.

“Anyway, thanks again, Traveler, [y/n]. You know, even though we’ve just met, I wish you could be my partners all the time. Haha, call me greedy, I guess.” Heizou takes a deep breath of the sea air, then lets go of Aether’s wrist and stretches, preparing to say a formal goodbye.

“So, ready for the next one?” Aether asks, interrupting his pre-planned speech.

Heizou blinks. “What do you mean, ‘next o-’”

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“...Once everything is settled, I’ll gladly accompany you back to the Police Station, or anywhere else you’d like to go. What do you think?”

"I'm curious about your dream, but I think we should head back," Aether says. He's grinning a knowing grin. Heizou… pauses.

He knows exactly what would have happened if you and Aether agreed to investigate his dream. He can remember every detail of that arc: from the discovery of the second confiscated shipment to the confrontation with Todoroki at the shrine. But that's not what's happening. What's happening is Aether is leading him to a waypoint so you can teleport the three of them back to Inazuma City and report to the Police Station.

So. This is part of your power, then?

Well he’s certainly not about to protest more time with you. Especially when it turns out that this time, you'll be handling a complaint from his old partner regarding the Ryuuji case. It’s very convenient that this is resurfacing now with the Traveler here, but that's a perk of having your life planned by someone else, he supposes as he gathers the relevant documents from the file room.

“Just so you know, she’s wondering if you tampered with the records.” Aether whispers when Heizou returns, so the other doushin can’t hear.

Heizou knows it’s a reasonable suspicion and tries not to be offended. There had been ample time for him to remove any files he wanted while you and Aether were talking to the guards outside. Even Sango’s suspicion is warranted… but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting. “Is she now? What about you, Traveler? Do you trust me?”

Aether gives him a confused look. “Sure I do. She trusts you too, she just thinks you might be testing us to see if we can spot something missing.”

Oh.

There it is again, Heizou thinks as Aether wanders over to the records and starts poking around. The ability to trust someone without believing them. Maybe it’s more common in your world?

Heizou thinks it’s you directing Aether right now, so he watches as you read everything through with care. You look at the convictions twice and pause on the autopsy report for a long time. When Aether comes up to present your findings, you breeze through Heizou’s first question on motive. Wonderful! You’d picked up on the blackmail.

But when he asks about means, you stay silent. Aether stands and waits patiently as confusion swirls around him, but Heizou tilts his head in curiosity.

“Something’s bothering her, and she can’t figure out how to ask about it with these options,” Aether explains.

“So she has limitations too?” Heizou asks.

“She says the options are sometimes… lacking. I can’t tell what the problem is right now, but - oh. Alright, she’s giving up.” Aether clears his throat. “The Autopsy Report, Shiroyama’s Testament, and the Toxicology report?”

“Bingo!” Heizou explains the obvious conclusion that can be reached through those three documents and pretends to wrap things up. Your frustration murmurs in the background until it’s suddenly replaced with a sense of triumph.

“Wait, I still have some questions,” Aether says, then asks in rapid-fire about the similar convictions and the missing pages. Heizou can’t help his smile as you correctly pick at the clues, though he tries to dismiss them as convincingly as possible.

“She also says she didn’t quite figure this one out in time, but it’s part of what was bothering her: what about the poison? The Toxicology report mentioned it’s not sold in Inazuma, but Shiroyama said he bought it at the ITA.”

“Maybe the report was wrong. It’s natural for there to be a couple missing records here or there,” Heizou brushes that one off too and feels you very clearly rolling your eyes at him. Haha, wow! He’s glad you don’t believe he’s that ignorant, but a bit offended that his best innocent act didn’t work!

When you call him out, he leads the three of you away from the Police Station and reveals the truth. The satisfaction he feels coming from you is a perfect mirror to his own whenever he finally pieces together the clues to a case, but it’s underlain by a sense of unease.

Huh. He’s getting better at sensing you.

“Did I do the right thing? I couldn’t turn to anyone for help, and everyone around me thinks I’m so smart that I should just be able to handle every case on my own. But you’re different. Unlike them, you don’t have that kind of prejudice towards me. So, I’d like you to be the one to decide whether we should expose the truth or not.”

You and Aether ultimately decide to reveal the truth. And Heizou is fine with whatever you decide, truly! But he’s also curious about your reasoning, so he asks. “What was the deciding factor in revealing the truth?”

Aether tilts his head, listening to you. “Partly… we didn’t want you to have to live a lie. Even if it’s safer, being hated for something you didn’t do can’t be easy for you.”

“Mmm.” Heizou’s face feels warm. “That was very thoughtful of you, thank you. And what’s the other part?”

Aether listens a while longer, then pulls out a device that looks like a stone tablet with…. words appearing on it?

“Sorry, this one is too complicated for me to hear…” he excuses as he reads the words going by. After a minute, his eyes go wide. “She wants to know how common sunsettia juice and fish-liver paste are in medicine.”

…Oh!

“‘If they’re common cold meds and health supplements then someone could take them together by accident, right? Do they need a warning label?’” Aether quotes off his device, then turns to meet Heizou’s eyes. “I agree. If this is a new discovery then doctors need to know about the interaction immediately.”

Well, well. Looks like he’ll be making a visit to Kujou Sara first thing in the morning.

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As you get into what Aether says is "probably the last arc of his hangout", Heizou can feel your presence settling firmly around him. You had started the day hovering near Aether, enveloping him like a second aura. Now Heizou swears he’s starting to feel your arms draped around his shoulders and your chin resting on his head from behind. It's a warm and soothing feeling, constantly tinged with affection or amusement.

Even his brusque conversations with Etsu and Iba don't put you off. He knows his distaste for the situation is bleeding through, but you don’t seem to think less of him for it. In fact, he swears he can hear you laughing directly in his ear as he cuts Etsu’s community service reward short for trying to haggle with him.

He restrains a shiver. Is this revenge for whispering to Aether earlier? Goodness, he hopes it is.

He makes it through narrating the play twice (once for each ending, Aether says) despite having to cover for Itto’s ad-libs and the increasingly frequent phantom sensation of you embracing him almost possessively from behind. If he weren’t fantastic at his job, he’d have lost his composure already. It’s driving him to his wits’ end embarrassingly fast.

His sigh as you pull back at the end of the second play is mingled relief and disappointment. You fade almost completely away and it gives him a chance to breathe, but he’s not going to pretend that being submerged in your attention was unpleasant. He only hopes that wasn’t the last he’d see of you. Aether bids farewell to Itto and then - mirroring this morning in Watatsumi - grabs Heizou’s wrist and leads him to a quieter area.

“You alright?” Aether asks.

Heizou nods, though he still feels giddy from your emotions. “Fine. Is that normal? Is she always that intense?”

“No, no,” Aether laughs. “She really likes you. I think you surprised her.”

"I'll count that among today’s wins, then,” Heizou says as he looks up at his own constellation above, two stars shining brighter than the rest.

Aether tilts his head, listening to something beyond the noises of the city around them. “Ah, sounds like she wants to meet you in person. She probably wants to ask if she can add you to the team.” Heizou gapes at the Traveler. Paimon pops back into existence and asks with obvious sarcasm: ”So is now a good time?”

One thought sticks out in Heizou’s mind as he rushes to compose himself before you arrive in Teyvat: He won’t let you keep catching him off guard like this forever. It’s time to turn the tables.

#sagau #genshin sagau #sagau heizou #shikanoin heizou #heizou #I can't believe I have to farm MORE VV pieces #please I spent so long in there for Kazuha already #I'm becoming an anemo gamer I can feel it #PUT WARNING LABELS ON YOUR MEDS INAZUMA #this may be edited later as I figure out Heizou's voice for real

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Rapunzel Riddle AU... but make it the Barbie version.

We can still follow some idea of the original background from the Rapunzel Riddle Au I told you before, but this time Riddle did not have healing hair, instead he has that magical brush✨

In this one, the witch (Madam Roseheart) is actually not Riddle's mother (so she is not Madam Roseheart :V), instead she is actually Riddle's real mother's twin sister who loves her twin's husband. The three of them used to be best friends, but a triangle love was formed and the Witch thought the King (Riddle's father, who was a Prince then) propose his love to her Boa Hancock's style (she thought Luffy proposed to her, when he just said thank you to her). It lead to a heartbreak when he announced his engagement to her twin, and hatred when she found out they're expecting a child.

Not long after his birth, she stole Riddle away and locked him in her castle. Riddle meet Trey and Che'nya still and it goes similarly to the original Rapunzel Riddle Au. However this time he still not in a tower, but the magic barrier around their castle is updated.

Riddle have magic, a strong one, but he never know about it because his "mother" forbidden it. Telling him how it is dangerous and unfitting for a "stupid" boy like him. But you see, Trey and Che'nya both have magic, and they have been teaching Riddle some basic spells that they know behind her back.

Riddle here is used to do basic houseworks and studying. He only ever learn about medicine, potions, and laws through the books he found in the library. In this AU, his "mother" hate him more than anything, so she doesn't want him to be smart. However, she often left him alone in the castle, which make him has a lot of free time to wander around and find many secret places in the castle. Including the hidden library underneath his room. The only reason why he know basic houseworks and cooking was because his "mother" is too lazy to do it herself and Trey know how to basic cooking so he teach Riddle so they can eat properly.

However, the Witch did not leave him to be too bored and then bother her, so she taught him how to draw and often left him some cheap art supplies to spent his time. Riddle really adore those gifts, because to him, those are his mother's way of showing her love to him. It must be.

So he draw everyday. Every time he got a spare time (which is a lot), he will spend it with drawing and painting. His room now fulls of his drawings.

Anyway, I don't really have an idea how to continue it for the moment because I am at work. But I will continue it if you're interested.

Heck yeah! Inferiority complex! :'D

I had to re-see the Barbie Rapunzel movie and BOI was it so feverish... Like I had to take the thermometer out and check if I'm sick or not. That weasel is nightmare fuel...

I also stood way too much with my makeshift whiteboard just contemplating how I would tackle this, because in the movie itself some pretty important shit was nifty and at worst, made me question life choices.

Anyhow! On with this chaos :'3

First of all, congratulations to Mr Rosehearts for finding a decent woman to marry U-Ub

Second, poor Riddle having his Cinderella moment, but worse since it's all he knows since he was an infant, therefore he has no idea it's wrong. :'3

He's getting better at housework over the years, but it's such a big house that it also takes a lot of time. So much that after he's done with the housework, Riddle either goes to rest or paints a bit.

Hence why, he never has proper time to cut his hair, growing so long he was dragging it on the ground if he doesn't tie it.

He meet Che'nya and Trey as kids that wondered through the forest to play. They would come and help Riddle with the work, so he could finish early and play together more. After a few years, Riddle would always pick for the 2's birthday some flowers from the garden, as a sort of gift for them. He sometimes felt bad he couldn't offer more, but Trey and Che'nya looked very happy with the flowers, which was what mattered after all.

Time goes by and the 3 become very close friends. The 2 do try to indulge Riddle into going out to the city or at least wonder through the forest. He couldn't, as his 'mother' could always come earlier home and if she doesn't find him there, she's going to be very mad.

One day, the 3 are cleaning the attic, when they find a very pretty box. Being curious teens, the 3 open the box, discovering a very simple brush. It wasn't something that special, just a simple wooden brush. Being not interested in it, none of the 3 even take it out of the box, but Riddle thinks to present it to his mother, in case she would want another brush for her hair.

Of course, the woman doesn't want the brush and tells Riddle to keep it since it was a simple brush anyone could find in the market for what? 3 coins? Cheap at best.

So very excited of this 'gift', Riddle takes it to his room, really excited since his last brush was a bit old and he couldn't use it properly anymore.

Watch his surprise when he finally gets to touch the thing and it turns into a beautiful silver brush. Being mesmerised by it, Riddle just can't wait to play with it and discover what it could do.

He also discovers he could turn it into various things, opting for a small pretty brush he puts to hold his hair (he doesn't have many things to tie his hair, so he often uses the sticks methods and other improvisations).

Trey and Che'nya are also very hyped about this, saying that it was a wand. When Riddle asks about it, the 2 show their own wands, which were made out of actual wood, unlike Riddle's silver paintbrush.

Trey explains that mages use wands when young to better control their magic. It doesn't really matter what kind of wand you have, if you study magic for a few years, you could just as well go without it. It's more of a training tool, but also used for better accuracy by doctors and other functions where magic has to be extremely precise. Wands were basically tools through which one could make their spells be extremely precise as opposed to freehanding it. Kinda like an add-on: you don't need it, but if you have it, it's in your advantage.

Che'nya says that it's a very pretty wand, as they never saw one made out of silver up until now. Sure, there were wands who had metal casing made out of copper or iron, but those were for guards who needed them in combat as swords or other weapons.

Even so, Riddle saw it as an act of love from his mother. Surely she knew what it was and didn't outright say it. This had to be how she shows her love. No, it isn't, bby, she thought it was some cheap wood brush.

So with this, all excided, Che'nya and Trey also show up their wands, made out of wood. Che'nya's often took the form of very intricate pins, while Trey's as baking tools, or, if he's out, just a simple stick. Nothing that special.

Riddle gets introduced then to a better understanding of the magic concept. He read about it in his free time, but actually practicing it was just something he would fathom about. Thankfully, children in the kingdom were obligated to attend magic base courses, as to avoid potential accidents caused by uncontrolled magic. Of course, the kids who show to be magicless only have to attend a few baiscs so they would know how to act in case of such accidents, while the ones who do have magic, have to study more baiscs and practices and even go up until they are teens. And Che'nya with Trey had to attend those courses. Of course, being open class, the 2 saw some adults attending too, so it wouldn't be far fetched if Riddle got to attend at least 2 or 3 lessons. Just to polish a bit. Until then the 2 tried to teach Riddle how to do it, as they knew he couldn't just leave the place.

But Riddle was, unfortunately, a horrifyingly fast learner. So fast that it ended up going the other way around, with Riddle teaching the 2 tips on improving their casting.

So seeing that the 2 were not capable on handling the teaching, Trey and Che'nya suggest, even insist that Riddle should attend those open classes. He could learn so much more from them and his talent won't just go to waste. His mother always told him to never pursue such thing, because he was unfit for it and this is what prompted Riddle to decline and and all insistences on the matter.

One pelicular day, Riddle had his mother at home, him being done with serving the tea and cleaning, as such simply staying outside and drawing a bird he saw on a branch. Of course, drawing with his wand, now turned into a pen.

That's when a horse is heard and some rides comes by, scaring the bird in the process. Of course, Riddle was mad about it, since the rider could've came more quietly and not scare the subject of the drawing.

The rider presents himself as Floyd. And he was coming from the southeast, for a celebration in the kingdom, but he got lost in the forest. He also ran out of food for his horse, Vorpal, so that's why he was in a bit of a hurry.

Riddle does indulge for the man to wait a bit, until he grabs a carrot so the horse could eat something. He reassures that the 2 weren't far from their destination, but because he was not used to traveling at all, Riddle had to also get out a map.

This gains the attention of the mother, who demands to get the boy inside, to see if he deserves their help. As such, Floyd is welcomed in, to state his motives and how much would they have to welcome him here. If he's welcomed at all, that's it.

Of course, Floyd states again that he came from the southeast, going to the festival that the capital is throwing. He is obligated to attend as it's family business related and if it comes down for payment, he'd gladly pay for at least 1 night of rest. He didn't want to reach the city and wonder aimlessly without knowing from where he could even get some rest, let alone food.

The mother tho, notices something pelicular about Floyd and lets him stay in Riddle's room, saying that the redhead will sleep on the living room couch that night. As for the payment for the hospitality, Floyd pays in advance some quite heavy gold coins. He had to swap currency a few times, so he hoped that those were enough. The mother seems more than pleased and as such that was the arrangement for the night.

For the rest of the day, Riddle had to tend to the horse, but Floyd insisted that Vorpal was a feisty lil shit. This horse listened to very few people and sometimes even kicked over servants who tried to take care of it. Even Floyd had some difficulty sometimes. Riddle tho, insists that he could find a way around it.

And indeed, Vorpal seems fond of the redhead. Alas, the horse was feed and taken care of for the day.

Floyd is welcomed with nice food and a clean bed, but still, he didn't really show much happiness or showed displeasure in the things that were given to him. Mayhaps since he was in a hurry. Riddle was told to be polite and respect their guest's wishes, but so far, Floyd didn't ask for anything else, even refusing when it came to extras.

Floyd tho, also notices the silver brush. He recognised it as a wand, but didn't say anything while the mother was present. Only when she was gone did Floyd ask how come Riddle has a such a pretty wand if he's only a servant in the house.

Riddle, of course, corrects by saying that he's the son, not a servant, but Floyd always assumed he was the servant. There was bearly any physical resemblances and by how the mother ordered him around, one may draw the logical conclusion that Riddle was a servant.

Floyd also shows his own wand, which was made out of silver as well, saying that for underwater folks like him, usually there were used dead coral branches glued together with kelp slime. Silver wands were a sign of a rich family, even royalty, although most times royalty have wands casted in gold or precious stones. He also mentions that a brush wand can take things up a notch and even give life to the caster's imagination if their magic is strong enough.

This gives Riddle a bit to think about.

After Floyd leaves, quite early in the morning, he thanks formally to the mother for the hospitality, while for Riddle, he makes a whisper promise that he would bring him something nice from the city, as a proper token of gratitude for his work.

Again, alone, since Trey and Che'nya were at the open classes, Riddle finds himself daunting over Floyd's words.he saw his empty, unpainted wall from behind his closet, so he pushed it aside with a spell, before taking a deep breath. If it turned out to be a lie, he could always cover it with the closet back.

But it didn't. 2 strokes and already a full image was dragging on the wall, forming a vivid scenery from a field close to the city, a field Riddle often imagined as it was the field Trey and Che'nya told him they had classes. He never imagined it would turn out so different from his vision tho.

But that's also when a small butterfly flies out of the painting. Surprised, Riddle tries his hand on it and it passes through. But because of Floyd's leave, he still had work to do, so first was putting the closet back in it's initial place, covering the painting-now-portal and going to tend to his work before he would get nagged.

The next day, his mother was out all day to go in a far away city for some things. So Riddle decided it was the perfect day to finally go fully through that portal he accidentally created. Just for the occasion, he dressed in some nice clothes he had, which weren't something in any form fancy by normal standards.

Imagine Trey and Che'nya's surprised faces when they see their buddy on the field, minutes away before class would start. Riddle was just taking in how different and open the place was around him. He never went anywhere else, so this was a radical change of scenery.

Of course, the 2 again insist for Riddle to join him for the class. This time, knowing that the mother would be gone for at least 2 days, he accepts.

Of course, Riddle stands out in class too, for being pretty advanced, keeping pace just fine, even surpassing the class. The teacher, Trein, asked why he never saw him at lessons, since he was a true talent. He even suggested that Riddle should apply for the courses offered at the palace, which are courses offered only for the most advanced to become the special line of defense for the king and queen. Just the finest of mages in the whole kingdom are selected and even then, some don't end up making it through it all.

Riddle kindly refuses, saying that he's just visiting the place. He thanks for the kind words, but doesn't plan on applying for such thing.

Trey and Che'nya plan homicide of a certain hag in the bg

Riddle tho, was absolutely excited to spend all day outside. Tomorrow he would have to do immense work all day to catch up, but it was all worth it for him as he got to walk around, see how other people went about their days, the different shops and literally everything that was outside his familiar scenery. And Trey with Che'nya were absolutely egging him on, attending small festivities and dances of the people around. Just enjoying the festival atmosphere overall.

Riddle does ask if everyday is so colorful and fun and happy. Che'nya explains that only on festivals days the kingdom is celebrating like this. This results in asking what exactly are they celebrating?

Trey explains that it's the king's birthday in 2 days. Birthday which is made known with a ball where everyone can attend. The 2 friends did go in there almost every year, excusing the years when they were very small. It's a generous ball holded mostly in celebration of the kingdom rather than the king's birthday, so that's why the people around are so happy.

Of course, mesmerised by this, Riddle absolutely wants to go to the ball. But his mother would probably be at home on that time, so he was bummed up by this. He has read about balls in the fairytale books and all depicted it as some wonderful must-be event.

Surprisingly, the 3 run into Floyd, who was also wondering through the streets in exploration. He seemed happy to see the redhead without his 'master' around. Riddle does explain to Trey and Che'nya that Floyd was a guest they had for a night. Floyd himself confirms it that he was only a rider that crashed on for the night out oof need.

Riddle failed to notice how Trey and Che'nya were stiff for some reason.

Of course, as promised, Floyd did grab something for Riddle. He saw how long the redhead's hair was, as such he picked some pretty pins that resembled flowers, made out of silver, to go with the wand. Riddle didn't seem to know just how pricey these were. He wanted initially to refuse, saying that Floyd was too kind, but Floyd insists, even puts them in the redhead's hair with magic, so there won't be anymore protests.

For the rest of the day, Floyd joined in the group with exploring around. Sometimes being childish, but Riddle was too mesmerised by everything to even pay any mind to him. Trey and Che'nya both seemed to be a bit more stiff, Riddle assuming that it was a late hour and that he should get back.

Of course, people around did notice the redhead and the odd group. So when Riddle himself was asked by local people if it's a chance to see him at the ball, he promptly said that he didn't know. Many found it wierd, because even travelers who just stumbled upon this place also attended the ball.

Even so, Riddle had to return to his home. Of course, he was asked if at least tomorrow he will go for another lesson at least, but he refused, saying that he has to catch up with his missed jobs around the house.

When the mother returns, she finds the house cleaned up everything just as she wanted. Riddle himself presented in a poise manner the food and only did things like clockwork.

But his mother didn't notice something: Riddle seemed lost in thought.

At the evening, Riddle finally takes some courage and asks his mother about the upcoming ball. She seems taken aback by this, asking what ball, Riddle saying that Floyd told him that there was a ball where all people around were free to come and celebrate. This was a truth, since Floyd did explain to Riddle how the ball would go as well as the theme of it, things which Trey and Che'nya didn't provide in their explanations.

But the mother grows enraged, saying 'how come you, a stupid child, even have the entitlement to want this?'. As such, Riddle is taken aback, not really understanding how come this was stupid. Floyd, Trey and Che'nya made it seem like a wonderful event, made to bring happiness to everyone. Why was he not allowed to share some of that happiness too? Why did he have to be privated from a thing even the lowest of the low get to enjoy? Was he really that unworthy?

But, because Riddle kept insisting, she gives him one condition: He could go to the ball, if on the day of it, he cleans up every corner of the house before he goes there. Unfortunately, the day was today and already it was the middle of the time. It was an impossible task, which is why the mother knew that Riddle would finish it only after the ball would be done. And to just rub salt on the wound, she also demanded for him to iron and prepare her gown for special occasions, meaning she gets to go, but on time.

But the redhead seemed very confident that he could do it. That he could reach the ball on time. He was running around, wiping and cleaning everything as fast as possible. The gown was taken care of and left for the woman to dress in it, as Riddle was wiping the floors.

When the woman left for the ball, Riddle was cleaning the living room carpet. Once she did leave, the redhead tho switched to spells and magic, speeding up everything significantly. A lot of spells to clean in his stead as he was trying to come up with something for the ball.

So using his paintbrush on himself, Riddle realised he could change his clothes that way. He wanted something simple, but then again, he got inspired by the pretty princesses in sparkly gowns from his fairytale books that he had an outfit inspired by them.

So making sure to take off all his enchantments once the house was all squeaky clean in record time, Riddle passed through the portal he made and followed the people of the town towards the palace. Since it was a masked ball, Riddle didn't quite recognise anyone familiar, but he was way too happy to just be at such cheerful event overall. He was all happy by everything: the decorations, the music, the food, the people just dancing around.

One thing that was noticeable tho, were the pins in his hair. Familiar pins which Floyd recognised. He had to sit through a whole ass meeting with all the possible suitors he had for his hand, but he recognised those pins and immediately decided to dip the pretendants, in favor of taking the redhead up a dance.

Riddle, poor confused Riddle, didn't realise it was Floyd the man that asked for a dance. Even so, being all happy and excited over the ball, he took the offer, all dance saying just how beautiful it was this party and how happy everyone looked. He didn't realise that other people were also looking at them, more like at Floyd, as he was of royal blood after all.

Riddle does ask what is the name of the man, but Floyd denies it, saying that where's the fun if there isn't some effort to find it. He says he's here as he was initially promised to the heir of this kingdom, for a way to strengthen the relationship in between mers and humans. But the heir dissappeared when it was merely an infant. So as to still have a reassurance of an alliance and someone to lead the country in the future, Floyd was given and he needed a pretendant from this kingdom as to make a union. His brother, Jade, was up to lead his home kingdom, as he was here too, but with no fiancé yet.

Riddle still didn't make the connection, but got embarrassed aas he took the prince from the pretendants. Floyd counters that he was the one who invited him to the dance after all.

And Floyd being an absolute bastard at heart, he dances all night with the redhead, not letting anyone else get a turn. Jade sees this and finds it infinitely funny since his brother was doing this just to be petty and screw up with the rich bitches.

As such, when the clock strikes midnight, Riddle doesn't really know how late it was, but he saw a few hours after that people started to leave. Alarmed that his mother won't find him home, the redhead wants to run back home.

Floyd tho, insists for him to stay, saying that surely he would make one hell of a pretendant, that he wants to take him, not the others, but Riddle insists that he is no worthy to even attempt to try and get the prince's hand. He shouldn't and that was final.

With that, he leaves through the rose maze and uses his paintbrush to paint a quick escape.

Except that he was awaited at home, by the mother. She came in earlier than him. She knew he attended the ball and as such she was mad, insisting that Riddle was lying about finishing his jobs. The redhead says that he finished them, that the house was clean from top to bottom and that everything was done just as he promised, but the woman doesn't believe him, insisting that he must've skipped on a job.

As such, she makes the magic barrier over the tower, saying that until Riddle doesn't give the name of the one he danced with at the ball, the barrier won't be lifted. It was cursed so that anyone who lies won't be let in or out.

And poor Riddle doesn't know the name of the one he danced with, which again, he isn't believed for. The mother broke his wand, leaving him with the broken pieces on the floor to cry about how it was absolutely unfair. He didn't lie, yet he still wasn't believed.

He realised that mayhaps he should've taken on the prince's offer. That offer was too fairytale-esque to believe, but really Riddle wanted to think he had a chance.

Of course, to add salt on the wound, the witch decided that she would find the man that Riddle danced with. So she stole the redhead's silver pins and used an illusion spell to pose at him and try to return to the ball, as it was still in full swing. To assure Riddle won't try anything funny, she destroyed the portal painting too.

So while that plot is going at the ball, Riddle is trying to mend his wand. Trey and Che'nya told him that wands were mere tools and that magic could be casted without them. So Riddle hoped to use his own magic to mend it back together.

It doesn't work.

So in desperation, the redhead tries to get through the barrier, knowing that he didn't lie to his supposed mother.

He manages to pass through! :D

So using his hair and a hanger from the window, Riddle manages to get down. He does fall in a bush, but he was happy he manges to get out and off he was to warn the others about the plot against the prince.

Meanwhile, at the ball, it turns into chaos once the witch reveals her presence and starts attacking around. By the time Riddle reached the place, people were running away and guards were trying to protect the innocents, but mostly the king and queen.

Of course, Riddle was thinking on how he could turn the tables in his favor, coming up with the idea of distracting the witch by his mere presence alone.

So he steps up, saying that the barrier didn't work against him because he was no liar. The witch, of course, charges up at him, but Riddle was faster to dodge.

That couldn't be said about his hair tho, as it was cut as a result of a stray spell.

During this fight, it was revealed the truth about the king and the 'affairs' he had. Man really only thought of the witch as just a good friend and sister in law, nothing more. Man really just didn't feel the same, but because she was blinded by the idea of becoming a queen she thought that the feelings of the man were towards her.

Of course, when the whole secret is blown up, Riddle is in an absolute shock. It all came crashing down for him. So in rage, he decides to do a better plan: use the fact that the witch lied to him, against her.

Thankfully, Floyd willingly gives his wand to the redhead, as he turns it in a paintbrush, using it to make a portal to the tower in which he pushes the witch inside. Once that is done, the said painting is destroyed, assuring that now, the witch cannot leave the tower as the barrier prevents anyone who lied to pass through.

Of course, the aftermath was awkward. Finding out you are a prince and not only that, but that also you were promised to some royalty you danced at the ball with, which turns out to be the kind guy you kept meeting around. Not to mention almost everything you knew about yourself was a complete lie.

The broken silver wand does prove it, as it was a wand that was supposed to be inherited throughout the royal bloodline. It used to be the king's wand, so Riddle felt absolutely ashamed that he was the reason it ended up broken. The king does reassure that it's not his fault and mainly that they had a lot to catch up to.

Also Trey and Che'nya are invited to the palace, a bit salty that they can't still put in action their homicide plan(they even got Floyd on the board with it, but alas it was in vain now)

And that would be the end I guess :v

#twisted wonderland #asks :3

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dqrkoholic · 2 years

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UNDER THE INFLUENCE - Park Jay

| HI HELLO!! This is my first ever enha imagine (?) I've written and I'm pretty proud of it and so I HAD to share it on here. I hope you like and enjoy reading <3

| WARNINGS: Making out (tell me if there's some other warnings !!!)

please keep in mind English isn't my first language !

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It was a late night with soft music playing in the background of the room as two individuals were still up. The only light that was illuminating the room and not making it too dark were the street lamps from outside, moonlight falling into the room thanks to the blinds that were still open. Light coming from Jay's laptop too.

He wasn't doing anything in particular on it, just leaning back on his gaming chair, comfortably, a little leaned down, his legs spread a bit, manspreading. He was moving his chair left, right from boredom. He had no shirt on, just his sweats since it was warm and he was too lazy to go put in a shirt.

On the other hand, Y/n was on the bed, listening to the music playing, scrolling through her phone. To be honest... Y/n was trying so hard not to stare at Jay because right now he was looking like a real god.

The light falling on his body showed his perfect built torso, his hair had gotten longer so it was lazily styled or more like let to fall back as his head was laid back on the chair's head and some strands of hair falling on his prefect futures.

Sighing, you locked your phone and threw it somewhere on Jay's bed before closing you eyes just to rest them. As 'BABY' by DJ Roots was finishing up another song started playing from Jay's playlist. 'Under The Influence' had started playing and Jay silently sang along but loud enough for you to hear since he knew how much you like the song.

You slowly opened your eyes as you hear his angelic voice singing along the track, but this time it was deeper and huskier. He looks at you while smirking before sending you a wink, knowing the effect he had on you.

Baby, you, yeah

Riding through, yeah

Bring it over to my place

And you be like

"Baby, who cares?"

But I know you care

Bring it over to my place

He sang those words, not taking his eyes off of yours and you couldn't either, as if you were under some kind of a spell. Of course you felt like that like... c'mon there's a literal god in front of you singing your favorite song. He stops moving in his chair and stands up, making his way towards you, making your eyes travel to his torso before gulping and looking back at him again. Oh how you wanted to slap that smirk off his face.

You don't know what you did, did to me

Your body like wait, speaks to me

I don't know what you did, did to me

Your body like wait, speaks to me

Word by word he was getting closer and closer to the bed. And you? You felt your breath hitch with every step he took, his voice deeper than usual making you sweat. You felt the bed dip as he put his knee on it before crawling over to you. You found yourself under him in a second. Him hovering over you had always made you nervous and it happened often as he asserts dominance over you like this. You didn't mind, of course.

I can make it hurricane on it

Hunnid bands, make it rain on it

His one hand travelled to your face as he traced your cheek with it, his eyes still on yours, not planning on taking them off anytime soon. His hand then traveled down your body then up again before taking your hands in his big one.

Tie it up, put a chain on it

Make you tattoo my name on it, oh

Words coming out of his mouth as he pinned both your hands above your head. His smirk growing and growing from seeing your state under him. He loved this, a lot may i add. Your flushed cheeks, and your innocent eyes looking at him, he really couldn't resist you. He never could. You were so beautiful to him.

You don't know what you did, did to me

Your body like wait, speaks to me

I don't know what you did, did to me

Your body like wait, speaks to me

As the song keep playing he kisses you irresistible lips. You didn't think twice before kissing him back, and when he released your hands they found their way around his neck pulling him down more and seconds later they were tugging his hair. You also didjt miss to caress his neck knowinghe always had loved that.

As the song finishes and another starts playing, you both pull apart, breathing (not so) heavily. You smile up at him as he grins at you before his lips land on your neck.

"You really do not know what you have done to me." he stops kissing your neck and says that in a whisper before he continues his work. Your hands grip his hair as you cheeks are even redder now from his words.

You got an idea and a smirk could be visible on your lips now. He looked at you a little confused as your smirk got bigger before you switch positions him with him. Now he's under you and you on top. His lips made the 'o' shape. He wasn't expecting this at all form you but he liked it. Now your plan was to tease him so you slowly inch closer and closer to his lips before brushing them against yours and pulling apart bekfre his lips caught yours in a kiss.

Getting off the bed you looked at him all innocent before smiling at him and turning around to exit the room "I'll go get some snacks." But before you could do so you were pulled back by your waist. Your back hitting his front, now him also standing up. You could feel his smirk and his breath on your ear, kissing your earlobe before whispering.

"I'm not done with you yet."

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#jay #jay enhypen #enhypen #enha #enhypen jay x reader #enhypen jay #jay park #park jay #enhypen imagines #jay imagines #park jongseong #Spotify

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damnedrainbows · 10 days

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second day in a row for a bad autistic melt down

and I mean I should be grateful really, it’s been so long since I’ve had a really bad melt down. Been a month maybe, which shows significant improvement. You’d never have known it happened yesterday, I was acting the same as always huh? just left for a couple hours

it’d be nice if I knew what caused them but I don’t. which I learned is an autism thing too. when I have them I have to ask myself ‘did I eat, did I drink, sleep, and go to the bathroom’ to at least check that off. I don’t even know when I’m overstimulated until I have the melt down or the headache

I went into my sensory swing to have it, the safest place to be since mine get…physical. best place to thrash and kick, but I hit the wall.

I just…wanted to draw and watch tv. once upon a time I could have the tv on as background noise and I could bear to listen to my computer fan. I miss the days when I didn’t get exhausted trying to listen to a conversation. was it really only two years ago that I managed to do forty commissions in a single summer? I haven’t been able to finish a page of fucking doodles in three days. now? the person I was literally feels like a fantasy. it feels like when I was functional that was a fever dream.

i don’t even feel like the melt down is done. i just feel like I’m suppressing it, as I have all my life. I knew it was coming. my breathing was tighter and I was more irritated and snapping at everyone, but I don’t know where it came from. I just…want to draw and watch tv. I want to play with my new craft kit my best friend got me.

and yet I went downstairs and even wearing my migraine glasses I felt the need to rip my fucjing face off because of the bright nightlight. I don’t know what to do, and my life falling apart isn’t for lack of trying for fucks sake

I had to leave college every year I attempted it. Three years of failure and it is wild to think how I even managed to complete anything when I have to put my head down after fifteen minutes of doing anything now. my only actual job outside art I was fired after a month because i kept freezing and getting disoriented at the cash!

it’s not lack of trying. my family thinks I’m lazy but jesus I try more than anyone! I never asked for this, I don’t know where my life went. and come to find out, it could be years until I get the official diagnosis because of this wait period? my grandmother is almost ninety, what am I supposed to do when…I have nowhere to go? i can!t support myself. i can’t even go in stores now without getting disoriented. my physical health is worsening as well. I can’t stand for long anymore with how deformed my knees have gotten

sometimes i think i’m not going to live much longer and i’m okay with that.

#very personal under the cut fair warning this is a vent #of an autistic girl at her FUCJING LIMIT #tw vent #autistic burnout #tw negative #tw mental health #tw melt down #tw depression #i just want my life back #i’ve done everything i can to try and get it back but i dpcant

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tuiyla · 1 year

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this one’s a long one but saw you talking about the tslocg finale and i have to some things to say (if u don’t mind)

im really upset with how they handled the leighton x tatum situation. like fine, maybe tatum was always meant to be a steppingstone for leighton’s eventual understanding for who and what she’s really looking for in a partner. i never really imagined them to be endgame, especially because leighton’s a freshman and she has plenty of time to explore relationships. break ups happen and their split is really far from the actual issue. a lot of actions just felt very out of character/unfair and the rushed pacing really didn’t make anything settle any better. i mean really what was the purpose of building up tatum’s (jackson’s tbh) characters and qualities just to rip them away in literal minutes.

obviously the show’s pacing has always been a major issue, but there’s never been a mention of the women’s center ever since leighton and alicia ended things so why are we acting like leighton and the other volunteers (employees ?) were so close. it just doesn’t make sense that leighton, who was literally so awful toward the women’s center last season, would be so quickly to dismiss someone who wasn’t fully understanding the significance of it/its members. i mean leighton, of all people, should understand that the environment is one that takes getting used to especially coming from such a privileged, conservative background. perhaps it was the annoyance of having to volunteer there, but leighton’s initial reactions were arguably worse than tatum’s little comments.

it just sucked to see tatum being so patient and willing to work things out with leighton even when she was closeted (which yk, bar is on the floor but still very sweet in comparison to alicia’s reaction) and tatum’s reassurance to leighton lying about the gallery party and doing so much to impress her. but god forbid tatum show some poor qualities, and now leighton immediately dismisses her and their relationship. it’s just really cruel for her to have zero grace for tatum’s ignorance when she was, again, far worse last season. i really don’t mind alicia, but #justicefortatum because leighton really just ignored the literal heartbreak and trauma that alicia caused her but drew the line at tatum making some (distasteful) comments when she really could’ve shown her the same patience everyone at the center showed her last sem.

all of the sensitivities she learned about the members of the center and the relationships she built with everyone there took time!!! but she refused to give tatum that :/ she really had more patience with that conservative kappa alumni than she did her own girlfriend.

(and just realistically it made sense to keep tatum around because at least midori is busy with grey’s now, gracie deserves to be booked too!!)

ps: maybe it’s the santana lopez/quinn fabray supremacist in me but a mean girl never really hurt anybody so my girl tatum deserved a better ending

By all means preach away Anon because I'm clearly not over it either. So frustrating when a story could work but it's so lazily done. And I am starting to call it lazy because I know they can do better and I don't see why the writers weren't willing to leave Leighton's story on a sort of cliffhanger like with the other girls. Why did we need a speedrun of this in two episodes? Really cheapens her character and I hate saying that because I love Leighton and I would love to be wholeheartedly happy for her.

I agree, it didn't seem fair and you're so right that Tatum was hardly anything like Leighton was beginning of last season. And okay fair, maybe Leighton doesn't wanna put in the emotional labour of educating someone like she was educated. But then bitch patiently explains inclusive language to gen x Kappas! And it's not like this was Tatum's third strike or anything. Hate to say it but the way it was written makes Leighton seem like she was looking for a reason to dump Tatum because Alicia reentered the picture. And I know it in my bones that wasn't the intention, but intentions don't mean much to me when you lower your standards of writing. Can you tell I'm really mad when writers choose laziness haha.

It's so convenient for the show to act like it's been building on where we left Leighton at the end of season 1 but it hasn't and it can't lie to me. Leighton has not been missing the women's center or its peeps, that's a big fat lie. Not once did she indicate otherwise. And to be clear I don't have an issue with Alicia nor do I wanna get into the dead horse convo of her breakup with Leighton, but it's true that Tatum proved herself to be understanding, patient, and reassuring, only to be discarded like that because she's a fraction of how rude Leighton used to be.

Had they portrayed her as a bitch all this time and gave any signs that Leighton was uncomfortable with that, fine. I'd still find it a little uninspired but I would have bought the whole "foil to Leighton" thing. But that didn't happen! They just pulled that out of their ass at the last minute. I mean ffs they discussed a safe word 😭 Cause Leighton presumably knew very well that this wasn't Tatum's scene. And you won't hear me say that Tatum wasn't being bitchy, but my god was it really that bad that with no preamble she deserves that talking to and dumping? I don't think so. The writers didn't create the bitch they thought they did in Tatum, not in her relationship with Leighton. And if one more person says we were just "blinded by the chemistry of Gracie and Reneé" I'm THROWING HANDS. Fuck you, I know what I saw, I know what was actually written. I care about storytelling and this was ain't it.

So you could say I also have some things to say, Anon. Idk where they're going with this, if Leighton and Alicia are gonna breakup early on in season 3 anyway. I truly don't much care for that because I think the damage to Leighton's ch has already been done and it's not like Alicia was the cause of that or anything. I'm just bummed that instead of seeing her arc unfold organically in season 3 we had this lackluster speedrun and now, what? I'm sure they have plans for her but now every time she gets on her high horse it will feel empty. Unlike her friendships with her roommates, Leighton's change of heart here did not feel like a natural progression at all. And I love me a bitch with a heart of gold, like, loooooooove, but goddam give her time.

#the quinntana supremacist in me also mourns tatum #NOT because she's hot my god if one more person accuses me of that #fuck you lmao i'm clearly caring about the story here #anyway anon glad i can provide a safe space to rant #and offer some more ranting #tslocg asks #anon #tslocg #bitching about leightum again #but like fuck all i want is for leighton to have a proper story why people gotta act like this was well written

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pop-punklouis · 2 years

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here to talk about stranger things

i'm a sucker for cinematography and some shots were really well done. specifically the one where the kids are biking and it takes you to the upside down where the adults are biking too!

i'm so glad they're focusing on eleven's traumas because phew she has been through a lot. my mind's absolutely blown because of the parallels between how manipulative dr brenner is as a guardian figure vs how joyce (and hopper) emit this kindness and consent. i've talked about it a bit here.

i'm so mad because they did will SO dirty like my poor boy didn't go through so much shit for him to be brushed aside like that, especially when he's like head canonically queer.

also absolutely hate how one dimensional they've made jonathan.

also, eleven deserves someone better than mike. free her from him pls.

i really don't want the nancy/steve thing to happen again. if anything, in honour of pride month let nancy/robin be a thing instead

also wtf is up with suzie's family oh my god??

as always, steve gets 💋💋 one of the best character developments i've seen tbh

in relation to you talking about how will+jonathon+mike got so little screen time, i feel like the new characters, like the baseball captain dude the one who was dating chrissy got more screen time than the trio 😂

anyways this got long im sorry 🙈

SONIIII please hello. yes! there are always certain scenes when a new ST season drops that cause me drool with how much I love its cinematography. I was kinda let down by the CGI this season though. It was *yawn* how much of it they used instead of utilizing the hybrid of physical/digital effects. Like some scenes had great CGI while just five minutes later it is horrid. so weird to me because it takes me out of the immersion rip

i do like how they actually gave eleven a proper backstory! i found those scenes to be more interesting this season as the pacing felt off to me, and it dragged a bit in parts. so getting a more developed background was refreshing for her. and oooo i haven't had time to properly analyze parallels, but that was a great catch regarding the difference between Brenner and Joyce/Hop as guardian figures to El 👀

they've continuously pushed Will to the backburner since season 3 and I'm! sick of! it! i want to see more of him and he deserves better tbh (much better than mike but i digress lmao) pretty homophobic if you ask me 🔪😵‍💫

did jonathan even.... exist this season. he was so unmemorable it is hard to tell. what even was the point of will+mike+jonathan's C plot besides the duffer brothers having absolutely nothing going for their storyline so just. didn't really do anything with it lmao and YEAH?? honestly fuck mike he annoys me. both el and will deserve better 💅🏼

the hamfisted nancy/steve rekindling drives me NUTS. it is such lazy writing and is only building to steve getting his hopes up and having them crushed again when jonathan tumbles back into the actual plot and "gets the girl" again its so boring and expected. please give steve something else to focus on. give him MORE than being the mopey ex boyfriend. let him be happy please. nancy/robin??? i'd LOVE to see it actually 💕

Suzie's family is mormon!! that like. explains practically everything about that household's dynamics lol they just amplified the Mormon stereotype but its hilarious djrjrktk

steve continues to be one of the only characters to carry this show on his back for another season like thank you king as always 🌹💋

(and don’t be sorry!! i could ramble about stranger things all day 🫣)

#stranger things spoilers

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orangepanic · 1 year

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For the fanfic asks! 24, 31, 50

(I can't believe how much you write and whenever I check in it's incredibly high quality if not quite what I'm looking for right now - I hope this comes across as the compliment it is meant as. Do you have a long game or are you "just" [non pejorative] having fun?)

Ooh, tough ones. Neat. Here for it.

24. What’s the meanest review you’ve ever gotten? Do you think the reviewer intended it?

I once got a comment in the middle of a 100-chapter Irosami fic along the lines of "wow, you're such a homophobic piece of shit." Just that one line, right in the middle. Nothing homophobic had happened in that chapter (I think General Iroh made a sandwich?) or, hopefully needless to say, in the rest of the fic, other than that it was a S2 canon divergence where Asami wound up dating Iroh. I replied asking for context, then spent two weeks combing over what I was writing, questioning everything, wondering what I'd gotten so horribly wrong to warrant a comment like that from a reader. I was new to fandom. Now I know better. That person was just an asshole. And yes, they 100% meant it.

31. Who’s the one character you’ve just never managed to get perfectly right?

I thought really hard about this one. The glaring answer is, I think, Aang. In that for a show called Avatar: The Last Airbender I've never once written Aang as anything more than background, and very seldom at that. He appears once in a brief flashback where he has a snowball fight with little Iroh, and once in a short canon retelling of a scene from Appa's perspective. Now a lot of this is because I for the most part write in a time period after Aang is dead. But I've written 15 ATLA fics, too, and he's never there. I've given considerably more lines to Firelord Ozai's hairdresser. My conclusion is that I find Aang very difficult to write and so I think I avoid him on principle.

50. Has writing fanfic had a significant impact on your life? Would you say it’s entirely positive?

Boy howdy did I not want to answer this one. But here it goes.

Yes. And no.

I started writing fanfic in 2020. I'd never written much prior, and never fanfic. I didn't read fanfic. I'd never been part of a fandom. But life as I knew it pretty much ended at about the same time ATLA and TLOK popped up on Netflix and I think those things just coincided at the right time. I can't even begin to tell you how much joy fandom and fanfic writing and has brought me since. It's a super cathartic creative outlet for me in a way hobbies that take up physical space, like traditional art, never could be. More than anything I love that it's limitless, public, and completely private. I can create whatever deranged (or sappy) shit I want and people look at it, but not people who know me or judge me in real life. It's so freeing. I'm the kind of artist who usually burns her stuff, and now I don't have to. Plus of course the deranged, sappy people I've met along the way, many of whom I consider friends in any literal interpretation of the word despite having never seen their face. But I wanna talk about the downsides, too.

The downside is that I've always been imaginative. I've never felt so seen as when I read Calvin and Hobbes. That's me. I'm Calvin. And if I let it, the whole world could be nothing but rockets and dinosaurs and murderous snowmen. I'd go on fake adventures with my fake friends and not do my homework. Which, when you're an adult, is bad. I know since I've started writing I read a lot less, and have even less time than that for other creative content like television shows. I'm less on top of chores, and frankly abysmal at work. I weigh outings with friends against lost writing time. I'm far more likely to sit on the couch and write than go for a walk, let alone exercise, and because it's writing I tell myself that's not lazy, even if "writing" winds up being answering tumblr asks. Why do anything hard if you can imagine fun things instead? But what's crazy is I LOVE to read and watch shows and go for walks and see friends and play games with my partner - and doing those things isn't "taking away" from fandom. So as we emerge from the pandemic I'm working on reclaiming some balance in my life. I love fanfic and fandom and the friends I've made here, but I don't want it to be the only thing that I do, either.

As for your bonus question, no, no long game. Unless I win the lotto, that is. And I'm incredibly flattered you still check in on my works and think they're good, even if our specific interests diverge :-)

Ask me stuff about writing

#ask game #fandom thoughts

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mirohlayo · 4 months

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F1 DRIVERS AND CHRISTMAS ACTIVITIES

special xmas edition

inclunding mclaren, ferrari, mercedes + verstappen, ricciardo & gasly

warning : none

note : i rushed it and i just think it's super messy and bad written lol

!! english not my first language !!

ᦈ OSCAR PIASTRI 81

you love christmas because of course it means christmas cookies and pastries. you like baking, so when oscar offered to join you to bake some cookies, you obviously had to say yes. he would try to do his best, learning from you. he looks carefully how you manage to draw perfect shapes, and he tries to recreate it even though it ends up in a mess. his cookies are not the best, but he doesn't care since he spend time with you, the most precious person in his world.

ᦈ LANDO NORRIS 4

your tradition is to decorate christmas tree. this year, you came up with the idea of mixing red and gold colors, but your boyfriend does not agree with that. he asks for orange, since he wants to show how proud he is of being a mclaren driver. you argue with him, saying orange will look bad. but he's stubborn, so after a agreement you two ended up by putting orange and gold colors in the tree. it's not really pretty. but lando likes it anyway, and he'll thanks his favorite girl for letting him put his favorite color.

ᦈ CHARLES LECLERC 16

this man doesn't even know how to cook pasta, so no need to ask him to wrap the christmas presents. he'll make a pure mess. instead you made him responsible for buying the presents, and you'll wrap them. seeing you wrapping them, he would propose his help. you say yes because how could you refuse some precious help. but you knew it was a bad idea cause as soon as he grabs the wrapping paper, he rips it. you sigh and he would peck your face and lips in order to apologize. and it worked, since he finished by helping you, well more kissing you but that's a secret.

ᦈ CARLOS SAINZ 55

you literally love christmas market, so does carlos. you are so excited to see the different decorations and dishes, and carlos couldn't help but get excited too. he would bring you there, and seeing those little sparks in your eyes warms his heart. he'll buy you anything you ask, and even feed you some hot food. a big christmas tree is in the center of the place, and of course you have to take a picture with it. carlos will take it, and then probably post it on his instagram story, saying how good the day was and how cute his lover is.

ᦈ LEWIS HAMILTON 44

christmas also means movies marathon. well at least for you and lewis. it is one of your favorite activity of the year. you two would slip under the warm blankets, cuddling so close. lewis starts the first christmas movie, and the night passes extremely fast. laughing and talking about christmas stories, and of course kissing session is open. but soon you start feeling tired, and when lewis sees you falling asleep he would join you. pressing soft lazy kisses on your forehead, the movie still playing in the background.

ᦈ GEORGE RUSSEL 63

snowman. how cute it is. when you saw the first snow, you literally screamed and called george, getting way too much excited. and when the snow would stop falling, letting a large white layer on the floor, you'll run outside with george. you start building the snowman's head, and george build the body. of course you would throw at each other some snowball but it's just too funny. you finish by placing a carrot and some rocks, and ta da ! the snowman is just as beautiful as you and george. and he'll proud of it, but most of you.

ᦈ MAX VERSTAPPEN 33

karaoke night. max wants to spend his christmas holidays only with you, well actually all of his winter break with you. and he loves karaoke and you loves christmas songs, so obviously you had to mix these two things together. so here you are, on a night, playing christmas songs out loud in the house. he'll sing loudly over them, and you'll join him, screaming lyrics like you felt the music deep inside your bones. maybe the neighbors will complain about it later, but you don't care, because the moment was just so romantic and sweet.

ᦈ DANIEL RICCIARDO 3

ice skating is such a fun activity. and daniel wants to do it with you. so putting on your skates and going on the ice. surprisingly, daniel would be the one who fall literally every seconds. he firmly grab your hand, maybe a bit too much since you don't even feel your fingers, but even like that he somehow manage to slip and fall on the ground. taking in you with. but you don't really care, because after all it's just so funny. your laughs filled the air and daniel feels so happy about his idea. about ice skating together. and he knows for sure it will remains as a great memory.

ᦈ PIERRE GASLY 10

you literally hate gingerbread, so when pierre asked you to build a gingerbread house you refused the offer. but you know how much he wants to spend time with you and how much he wants to build that house, so you finally gave up. he would be so happy and after baking everything, you thought about contend for who will build the best gingerbread house. you would put all your efforts in it, so concentrate. pierre doesn't want to lose, and neither do you. so after building them, he'll ask on his instagram story who built the best one. and when he'll see you being the winner, he won't hide how disappointed but proud of you he'll be. because after all if it's you the winner, then that's all okay.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri x reader #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #george russel x reader #max verstappen x reader #daniel riccardo x reader #pierre gasly x reader

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feelingsareforweak · 7 months

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Today, something happened

I don't know how to say or what but here it is:

For the background my family is a middle class who lives as a general merit in India. So it has a lot of patriarchal values and here I A very much careless about anything and everything including my ability to repress a lot of my feelings to the point I dont even know how they feel anymore. Im trying okay but its hard when your family thinks getting mental help means unstability and I try to do so through my phone. I know its not healthy but I ... I feel I dont really have any other choice and its very hard now when my family is relying on my merit to score a cheeper seat in a university - its my time to start uni- and getting grilled everyday by your own parents about all the whys and whats when you care feeling like a depressed peice of non feeling burden to the family where it crates, it really really goatee so I I know try to escape it, im not brave enough to do self harm in direct way but my mobile was always there I know? There was internet, it- it became my escape: online books, social media, fan fics and major fan fics and I did not even try u know to stop it? It resulted in a lot of fights and everything about how I was lazy ass burden just born to inconvence them and my respect and steady hope and feelings repressed on my part where it got to the point I now no longer really care about them the way I should but i think they went through their fair ahare of shit in their life and that maybe their response to it and I still care about them u know but I just now want distance from them. And today I finally was able to confirm my admission to college and im kinda ashamed to admit how much it filled me with relief because im a middle class indian girl in a nuclear family of five where im the eldest and am kinda depressed so it regularly showed through my studies and the last year it was absolute worst of it since last exam I took was actually a ticket to my new life but I tucked it up and I couldn't really get it it felt half assed and I really went on bad end of it and so lot of cracks have now been formed and I was scared to the point where I thought of back up plans in case they were actually going to go through their threats of marrying me off and I was relieving in it u know? And for a while I think I was actually first in a while feeling kinda content and I asked my mom to reachage my no so I would be still be able to use internet when out of home but she said no and that hurt and there is lot of back story to ot too but I dont think I can even type through my tears but it feels os trapped and dark and hurt I just-

#I dont know what to do #I really really dont #is it really fair #I just stepped away from scholl for what like two days?#and I didn't even do anything criminal on that days #I just #I just couldn't take it anymore #It was roo much #i-#please #help?

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imagine--if · 2 years

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Dating Edward Nashton/Riddler Would Include:

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: The Batman Spoilers? Mentions of killing and villainous action hehe

A/N: My requests are open for more Riddler imagines/hcs 😄 the guidelines link is here. Be sure to send in requests and follow me and stuff 🙃 I legit nearly finished writing a fluff alphabet for Eddie yesterday and it just DELETED from my drafts 😡😭 so that was painful. Still wrote this anyways tho 🖤

• Lol where do I even start with this guy

• You'd meet him either in Arkham or somewhere like the diner he goes to

• You're the kind of person that's not afraid to get your hands dirty and isn't a stranger to the crime and killing in Gotham

• Eddie's quite a quiet guy, something no one would think anything of until he actually talks and that streak of insanity and chaos is laced in his words and in his eyes

• Needless to say, he was spellbound when he saw you

• Like??? You're so pretty and intelligent and observant and his dream partner hefkabfdfsv

• He may do some light stalking, since he's too shy to initiate anything, so it may be you who makes the first proper move

• After a few conversations and stuff, you'll be seeing a lot of him

• Probably hearing a lot of random riddles which he's ecstatic about when you get them right

• Still, he doesn't want to put you in danger with his Riddler world, but doesn't want to start a relationship where it's hidden until you ultimately find out and are hurt and stuff

• If you meet in Arkham, you'll know anyway, and he'll admire your determination and skills and power that got you there in the first place

• If not, he'd be somewhat nervous to admit it for fear of it driving you away, but it does nothing of the sort

• Once it's out in the open and he realises you accept it and like it and are willing to either be his partner in crime or in the background of things, he's so relieved and you two are inseparable. He's not giving you up anytime soon

• What he feels when he's with you is something he never really felt in all those awful years at the orphanage and being invisible to the world

• You're an ethereal being to him, and he doesn't know what the hecc he did to deserve you

• He's a fairly clingy man, affectionately and by wanting to make sure you're protected, so he'll come running if you need anything

• Expect to be in a crap ton of his streams and videos on social media, showing you off in your own villain persona disguise (if you have/want one)

• If you don't want to be then that's fine ofc

• I feel like loads of riddles about love and angels and beauty are gonna be thrown at his victims, and instead of accepting the actual answer it'll be your name 🖤

• You're the only one who can calm him down when he's screaming and getting hysterics over something, just by your presence or hugs and stuff

• Man's whipped 😂💕

• Ed getting introduced to hugs and cuddles and kisses is new for him, since he was never shown that attention and love, but after a little while of getting used to it he can't get enough

• Seriously

• He's a very affectionate guy and loves everything about you, because he be a simp

• God help anyone who tries to hurt or capture you

• He'll go absolutely mad and won't stop until you're safe and they're dealt with brutally

• You're crying? So's he

• I can just imagine there being some bleeding victim taped up in front of him, with only three chances (riddles) to live, and you're standing in front of him with his arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on your shoulder or head while he absentmindedly draws lazy patterns onto the skin of your arms or playing with your hair gently

• Complete power couple

• Aka, one of the GCPD and Batman's biggest problems

• I think I'm done 😎

• Eddie's such a soft, beautiful guy that's totally in love and MuSt Be PrOtEcTeD aT aLl CoStS

• Mkay now I'm done 💕

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anime-grimmy-art · 3 years

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What do you do when there’s not much to an AU? You make up your own stuff, ofc. And as is per usual when I make Character Designs, I make up a shit ton of lore too.

The ramblings under the cut, but what I’m really interested in, is what you guys think. Do you guys have any headcanons/ideas for this AU? Let me hear them! Also, if you don’t wanna read on tumblr, here’s the Google Docs link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/151yshHxnb_--P6eMKkwkI2dee9xC_Llb/view?usp=sharing

Before I get into the characters’ roles, here’s some general facts and backstory of their town:

- Basically, it’s Undertale meets Harvest Moon / Stardew Valley. Well, kinda. I at least used that approach for coming up for the jobs for the characters. You know, how there’s always a general store, a doctor, a smithy, etc.

- The usual story of a HM game is that you come to a town that’s way past its glory days and you, as the player/farmer, help them get back to that. The “backstory” of the town is that that already kinda happened. I’ll get into it more in the character description, but basically when Asgore was still mayor, the town got really popular. Then yadda yadda, a certain tragedy happened, two kids died, and the town suddenly got very bad publicity. There was a lot of stuff going on back then, bad reputation being spread and also a lot of law stuff, cos, you know, supposed child murder ‘n all, so Asgore made the decision to shut off the town to ppl from outside. This was in the interest of most monsters living there, because as fun as it is to have a lot of people coming there, most just wanted to live a quiet life. Not everyone was happy with that though, so many moved away from town and some others are trying to get the town back on its feet. But more on that later.

On to the characters:

I’m just gonna start with the skelebros, cos it’s their fault in the first place I got so invested.

Basically, they are what the player is in hm/sdv. They just showed up one day, took over the abandoned farmhouse and began their life there. The two came to town way after it was “closed” and since then a new mayor has opened the possibility for new residents to move in. Their farm helps the economy of the town a lot and the mayor, like usually in hm games, is trying to use that to make the town more known again. The skelebros aren’t really working towards that goal however.

So, now a bit more detail on them individually.

Papyrus:

- The design is mostly based on what’s “canon” in this au.

- He works mostly on the fields and is in charge of the crops. Their fields aren’t spectacularly big, but still big enough to plant a few dozen rows of veggies.

- Paps also helps out a lot in town when he has the time. He helps Asgore with his plants, he goes fishing with Undyne, helps Toriel carry crates around and so on. This is inspired by the part-time job mechanic in HM ToT.

- Unbelievably, in this AU Pap is not an absolutely awful cook. Since he helps out at Muffet’s and Grillby’s a lot, they tend to show him some tricks to cooking. Even though Pap’s not a big fan of the greasy or overly sweet cooking those two do, he picks up a lot.

Sans:

- Again, design mostly based on the “canon” look. Maybe a bit more baggy.

- This is finally an AU this dude gets to rest. Since there are no resets and he doesn’t have to see his bro die again and again, for once in his life, he’s not a sad ball of depression. He’s just a chill and lazy dude that loves to make puns. Though, since he’s not too experienced with the feelings of loss, helplessness or grieving, he still tends to hide behind puns and fakes smiles if he does feel bad.

- Sans is in charge of the animals on the farm. Papyrus begrudgingly gave him that role since Pap’s loud demeanour and hectic movements usually scare the animals. Sans’ relaxed attitude draws the animals to him naturally and even if Pap mostly finds him sleep against a tree, in a stack of hay or on one of the sheep, the animals are always fed, healthy and relaxed, so Sans seems to be doing his job.

- Sans always has a small chic sit inside his hoodie or hat. Is it always the same one? Who knows, maybe.

- Sans also, somehow, can produce eggs out of thin air. Grab into his hoodie pocket, in his pants pocket, in his hat, in his slipper, there’s suddenly always an egg there. On good days he can even make butter or cheese appear.

Gaster:

- He’s literally just a scarecrow in this. Though, if you ask any of the bros why they designed their scarecrow that way, they won’t have an answer.

Frisk&Toriel:

- Frisk is mostly based on what I wore myself as a kid in summer. Just a loose shirt with a cappy. Toriel basically has her ut gown, just with an apron on top.

- Frisk just appeared outside the “magical” forest one day. Napstablook and his cousin found them and brought them to Toriel, who has been taking care of them since.

- Toriel runs the general store in town, but also often takes care of the few kids that still live there.

- Frisk usually helps out in Toriels store, plays with the other kids or sits around at Asgore’s. They’re notorious for nabbing small snacks, mostly from Asgore’s plants. You’ll always find them munching on something.

- Frisk was in town before the skelebros. Since they’d moved in, Frisk often went to spy on their farm. After a small incident with angry chicken, Frisk got to know the two better and now they see them as something between brothers and uncles.

- But Frisk honestly gets along with everyone. Just like in UT, they’ve not only been adopted by Toriel but literally everyone.

- Toriel and Asgore’s relationship is not as bad as in the main game, since, you know, Asgore didn’t kill literal children, but there’s still tension between them. Back when Asriel and Chara died and the whole thing with the bad rep for the town began, Toriel felt betrayed by Asgore focusing more on the town than giving their deceased kids the grieving they deserved. They’re not divorced, but Toriel still moved out and said needed space to think. Now that Frisk is in the picture though, the both of them are slowly coming to even ground and may even be able to talk things out and clear up the uncertainty of their decisions.

Asgore:

-Asgore has his UT Ending / Deltarune clothes, just with a gardener’s belt.

- He’s the previous mayor of the town, but after all the crap that happened, he stepped down from the position. Now he has his own little shop and sells seeds, saplings, homegrown veggies and fertilizer. So, basically what e.g. the Marimba Farm is in HM AP

- His main customer is Papyrus and they’re on friendly terms. Asgore is worried about how much and how hard Pap works, so he often gives him a discount.

- Since his family’s past tragedy, Asgore is kind of nervous around kids. So, when he first met Frisk, he hoped they’d not visit him too often. But to his chagrin, Frisk took an instant liking to him and spends a lot of time at his shop (and steals eats the fresh grown veggies). Now, he’s really grateful for that, because for one, he loves Frisk as dearly as he had his own children, and also because now the tension and mistrust between him and Toriel seem to grow smaller day by day.

Undyne&Alphys:

- I gave Undyne a pretty basic fisher’s outfit. Alphys basically has Elli from HM’s outfit, just a bit more doctory stuff added. She still has her canon lab coat too.

- In essence, Undyne and Alphys have 2 completely different jobs. Alphys is the resident doctor and Undyne runs the fish market.

Two things. Yes, I know Alphys is more a mechanic than a doctor, she fits the aesthetic though, so she’s the doc now. And no, Undyne being a fisherwoman is not cannibalism, think of it more as a shark hunting smaller fish.

- The reason I lump them together is because they act as the local “smithy”. Alphys is still really tech savvy in this (I mean, Mettaton is still part of this AU), so she takes on most problems with electronics and stuff. For Undyne, I didn’t want to lose her Royal Guard’s Captain image, so she’s really good at handling tools (and weapons, but Al doesn’t let her make them anymore). So basically, if there’s a broken tool, you can be sure that either Undyne or Alphys can fix it.

- As for relationships, those two are still an item. Alphys is still really shy and a shut-off, but since Undyne and Pap become best friends, she gets to know the skelebros better. She and Sans especially get along well, since most of the time Undyne and Papyrus are let loose, they sit back and talk about science-y stuff. (no, Sans doesn’t have a background in science but he’s still into sci-fi)

- Alphys has a bit of a strained relationship with both Asgore and Mettaton.

Back when Chara and Asriel died, it was because of “illness” (maybe poisoning?). Alphys feels awful because with her back then limited knowledge on medicine she couldn’t help the two. Asgore doesn’t hold anything against her but Alphys can’t help but feel guilty.

Alphys still built Mettaton’s body in this one. The two had a really big disagreement, because Mettaton hated the fact the town was going to close, and he couldn’t understand how Alphys could feel otherwise, even more so endorse the idea.

Mettaton, Napstablook, Mad Dummy/Mew Mew:

- Napsta and Dummy are pretty self-explanatory, they got straw hats. Mettaton’s outfit is a bit of a joke cos it’s a play on “work at the top and party at the bottom”. The tie has two different sides, one with the yellow red pattern, the other completely red. His “top part” is the business part, because when he’s on tv or in the mayors’ office, you don’t usually see his feet. The bottom is his party/dance part, cos his dancing/entertainment channels mostly feature his legs.

- Mettaton, still a robot, Napstablook and Mad Dummy are all still cousins in this AU.

- Originally, they all lived and worked at the Blook Farm, the Animal Farm of this AU. Mettaton, however, despised that simple live and after befriending Alphys and her building him a body, he left the Farm to pursue bigger things.

- Mettaton runs the local tv network. From weather to game shows, he does it all. He also runs the tailor shop in town that sells his designer clothes and merchandise. After Asgore stepped down, Mettaton also took over the role of town’s mayor and now works towards making the place more known again. Not everybody is happy with him doing that though.

- One of those people is the Mad Dummy. He can’t stand people anyways and he always claims that history would just repeat itself.

- Since the whole family is made of ghosts, they have different dummies and scarecrows they can use to take care of the animals. To mock Mettaton and kinda get back at Alphys for giving MTT such an opportunity, Mad Dummy found the blueprints for the Mew Mew robot and now modelled one of their scarecrows after it.

- Napstablook isn’t fond of taking over obejcts like his cousins do, so he mostly takes care of the snails. Somehow, he can interact with them even when incorporeal.

Muffet&Grillby:

- The two of them run the Inn together. Muffet cooks in the daytime and makes desserts, Grillby manages the bar in the evening.

- The two still can’t really stand each other but working together like this benefits them both because their rivalry just spurs them on more.

- Even though Grillby is a patient person, somehow Muffet is the only person who riles him up enough to retaliate. (Well, maybe except for Sans, he’s a strong second).

So, basically everything between those two is a challenge in some way. Even if Papyrus doesn’t notice, even his cooking lessons are a challenge for them.

- Even though they’re constantly bickering, after working together for so many years, there’s a strange level of respect and trust between them. Even if back when they first started this business, they’d pour salt into an already open wound, nowadays they’d know better and just take a step back from the other or even comfort the other (on very rare occasions only).

Asriel&Chara:

- They be dead. Kinda.

Some Characters that’d live in that town too but that I haven’t made designs for:

- Gerson is the original smithy of the town. He’d grown up in a family of smiths, but he’d always had an appreciation for the sea. That’s why, when the town became more deserted and Undyne had a good enough skill level as smith, he took up the Captains hat and now mostly spends his days out on sea. He also ferries people to places if they need him to. Oh, and just like in canon, Undyne learned most of her skills from him.

- Burgerpants is a poor dude Mettaton basically kidnapped when he was trying to get fame in the city. Now Burgerpants works wherever MTT needs him to, be that as cameraman for the tv shows, cashier in his tailor shop or his slave secretary in the mayor’s office.

- MK is Frisk’s best kid friend. MK’s parents are in charge of shipping the goods out of town and paying the individual people. MK’s the one that usually collects the goods at the end of the day.

- Other than that, there are only a few people in town. I’d imagine the older folks or the really young families stayed in town after it was closed. I think the librarby dude would still run the library. Some Snowdin residents like the stone family or the dogs also might still live there.

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sinner-as-saint · 3 years

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Crawling Back To You.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Run-through: Bucky Barnes had a lot on his plate at the moment. Regrets, fears, nightmares and desperately trying to do the right things to make up for his past as the Winter Soldier. Amongst those things, barely anything made him truly happy, or safe or loved. None did actually - except for you. He met you at a bar once and since then, you’ve been his sanctuary. You both knew he wasn’t quite ready to be in a relationship, yet you were always there with open arms whenever he needed a friend, a shoulder to lean on, or someone to help him take his mind off things. Be it a nightmare, or memories from the past coming to haunt him, or any major or minor inconvenience, the super soldier would find himself turning to you for help.

Themes: angst, fluff, smut

He woke up on the floor, covered in cold sweat.

The flashbacks of the nightmares kept resurfacing until it finally faded again. Faded, not truly gone because he knew they’d be back tomorrow again - his past coming to haunt him. He sighed and squinted at the screen in front of him.

The T.V was on, playing reruns of a show he did not care about. He simply needed the noise to help him fall asleep. The quiet and silence was his own personal hell, so he always needed some sort of background noise to help him out.

Bucky tried getting some sleep again; tossing and turning on the wooden flooring but he couldn’t fall back asleep. His mind was racing, too many thoughts at once. He checked the time, the clock read 1 a.m. He could go on a run, but he didn’t really feel like it. He could go to the gym, but he didn’t feel like working out either.

He needed something. An escape, a friend. You, he needed you.

Bucky reached for his phone, and a few taps later he was calling you. He knew it was late but you somehow always picked up his calls no matter what the time was. The rings later, he heard your voice speak up from the other end.

“Buck?” You sounded sleepy, but not like he had woken you up, you sounded like you were about to fall asleep.

He closed his eyes and sighed at the sound of your voice. He could picture you, all tucked in your comfy bed, surrounded by pillows and your soft blankets. Perhaps you had lost track of time because of a good book, or perhaps you were up late responding to emails for work.

“Hey doll. Did I wake you up?” he asked, leaning back against the wall of his living room, his legs sprawled out on the floor in front of him. Only sometimes did he feel like he was taking advantage of your kindness, but then again he could be selfish when it came to you. You were his, and that’s that.

You let out a little laugh. “Of course not, Bucky. I was just finishing up some work.” He could hear your sheets shuffling, “Are you okay? Did you have another nightmare?” you asked, softly.

Bucky told you he did. Then he went on to tell you exactly what he had dreamt of. Sometimes he felt like he was opening up more to you than his shrink. But truth is, you made him feel like he was more than just a broken soldier, or a problem who needed to be remedied or fixed. You made him feel like he was human after all.

“I… I’m trying to fall back asleep but…” his voice trailed off. He didn’t have to say it, you understood perfectly. He knew you did.

Then he heard his favorite words coming from you, “Come over Buck, I’m waiting.”

He wasted no time in getting up from the floor and getting dressed. Dark jeans, shirt, jacket and not to forget his gloves. Sometimes he wondered why he felt so giddy when you asked him to come over, which was almost every night. He wondered what it would be like to come home to you every night instead, had it been a perfect world. He always felt like he was clinging to you too much, for everything. But then you always told him that you didn’t mind. You told him you loved his company.

He grabbed his helmet before stepping out of his apartment. There was a light drizzle outside but he didn’t care, he just needed to be with you. He got down the stairs and then rushed to start his mean bike and then rushed to your apartment building. You lived in a much nicer part of the city than he did, and he often wondered why you were putting up with someone like him when you could have a man who would give you a life you’ve always dreamt of. He often asked you that, but you always just smiled at him, you never answered.

On his way up to your floor, he couldn’t help but feel all warm in the elevator. He counted down the seconds till he could see you. He often slept over at your place, he loved it. Cuddling, making love, followed by lazy mornings, him trying to get you to not go to work and spend the day with him instead. He loved how you made him feel.

He knocked on your door, already taking off his gloves because he needed to feel your skin against his. Your body heat made him feel so much better. He heard you unlocking the door from the other side and not even a second later, he saw your pretty face smiling at him. Dressed in silk PJ shorts and a t-shirt, you looked breathtakingly beautiful even at one thirty in the morning.

“Hello there,” you greeted him, smirking. “That was fast.” You teased, opening the door wider to let him in.

He smiled and stepped inside, closing the door behind him and pulling you in for a hug immediately. You felt his slightly damp and cold jacket press against you but you hugged him back tightly anyways.

“I needed to see you.” He mumbled, pressing his face into your neck.

“I know.”

You and Bucky ended up in your bed, cuddling under the blankets. He loved the dimmed night light you always had on, knowing that he hated being in complete darkness. He loved how cozy your room was, how spacious and airy but also warm and comfortable.

The large window by your bed showed a lovely view of the city lights, which were right now blurred by the foggy glass, thanks to the light drizzle earlier. He could tell that the air was cold outside, but in here with you everything was just right.

He had stripped down to just his boxers and he laid his head on your chest, his face facing away from yours, while you played with his hair and occasionally ran your hand down his back, scratching his skin lightly. His cold metal arm lazily ran up and down your thighs and he noticed the goosebumps on your skin that he was causing.

He could hear your steady heartbeats and that was his favorite sound in the entire world. It calmed him down.

You looked down, smiling softly at the sight of the muscular soldier using you as a human pillow. You could hear him let out quiet moans as you gently scratched his scalp. You still remembered the first time you two met, at a bar.

It was late on a winter night, and the nearby bar was rather empty; just a few people here and there. And a certain muscular man in a dark leather jacket caught your eye. He was sitting at the counter, and you were in one of the booths. Eventually, you got up and decided to go talk to him.

You recognized him immediately. Ex-Winter Soldier, Captain America’s best friend, James Buchanan Barnes.

Small talks turned into a couple more rounds of beers. He was a little off and awkward at first but he loosened up eventually. He even walked you back to your car, not wanting you to be alone in the dark, foggy and empty parking lot.

That was the first time he kissed you, right before he opened the door of your car for you.

“Will I see you again?” He asked, high off the adrenaline which coursed through his veins ever since you kissed him back.

“Of course you will. Good night, James.” You kissed his cheek before getting into your car and driving off.

A smile formed on your face as you thought of that night. “Do you remember the first time we met?” You asked softly.

Bucky turned his face to you, placing his head back on your chest. He was so close that all you needed to do was to lean in a little to kiss his soft, pink lips.

He smiled. “Yeah, why?”

“No reason, I just wanted you to remember it.”

Bucky chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss on your skin, right above your breasts. “You’ve been awfully quiet. What is it?”

You just smiled at him, “Nothing. You’ve been awfully quiet too.” And judging by the look in his eyes, you could already tell there was something else to his silence. “What is it?”

He was quiet.

Sighing, you flipped the two of you around; straddling his waist while he laid comfortably against your multiple pillows.

“Buck, tell me.” You pressed your palms against his chest to hold yourself up.

“Sam needs my help with something. Another bad guy, another mission, another fight. Same old.” He sounded indifferent.

You couldn’t blame him. He had been fighting for decades, non-stop. He had lost so much while doing so, but he also didn’t know how to deal with the calm, and silence and the quiet. There was so much he needed to figure out about himself still.

“Do you not wanna go?”

He smiled faintly as he lazily rubbed up and down your exposed thighs. “It’s my job, I have to. Innocent people will be hurt if I don’t. I want to help them.”

“Then what’s the issue?”

“I’ll have to leave you behind for a little while.” He didn’t want to. He didn’t know how to be away from you anymore because he hadn’t been for months now. The thought of not being able to hold you close at night and having your heartbeats lull him to sleep was scary.

You smiled down at him. “I’ll be here when you come back, Bucky.”

He reached out and cupped your face with his metal hand. “And what if you find someone better while I’m gone?”

You frowned down at him. “Where does that come from?”

He gently stroked your cheek. “I’m just saying. You deserve someone a little more… normal.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Normal is boring, you seem perfectly fine to me.”

He chuckled. “Why do you put up with me, doll?” It was a rhetorical question, he didn’t expect an answer because he had asked you this countless number of times but you never gave him a reply before.

However, you did this time. “Because I’m in love with you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You had been meaning to tell him this for a while now. “You don’t have to say it back, I just needed you to know that no one’s ever gonna replace you. I love you.”

He was a little surprised, his heart raced as he processed everything. How could someone as gentle, kind and beautiful like you fall for someone as broken as him? “Doll… I…”

You leaned down to kiss his forehead. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You giggled, then pulled away to look at him. “You deserve all the good things in this world, Buck. You deserve to be loved, and cared for. And if you’d let me, I’d love to show you that.”

You carefully pressed your lips to his, kissing him with all the love you had. His metal hand held you at the back of your neck and the other wrapped around your waist. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss; turning your mind into a foggy mess for a little while before he pulled away and stared deep into your eyes.

You reached out and gently caressed his face, Bucky leaned into your touch. “I’m gonna miss you.” He mumbled.

“When do you leave?” You asked.

“Tomorrow, perhaps.”

You leaned in for a kiss again, accidentally brushing your crotch against his erection; making him smirk through the kiss as he pulled you even closer. You purposely moved against him while you kissed him again deeply.

Bucky soon flipped the two of you back around and settled in between your legs, kissing down your neck. “I’m gonna miss making love to you almost every night.” He whispered against your skin. His voice alone sent chills down your back, and made you feel all sorts of warm and tingly feelings inside.

Bucky movements were gentle and slow as he took your clothes off, making sure you were both under the warm covers still; kissing you occasionally as he undressed you, and caressed your body as you squirmed under him.

He kissed his way down your body, until his face was right in between your legs. You moaned as he parted your legs and placed a kiss on your inner thigh, pulling your underwear down your legs and kissing his way back to your wet folds. You threw your head back, and bit your lip; whining when you felt his tongue teasing you gently. The warmth of his mouth was driving you insane.

His tongue gently teased your clit while his fingers slipped inside of you; stroking you gently while you arched your back off the surface of your bed as the pleasure became slightly overwhelming. You whimpered and squirmed under him as his tongue moved perfectly against you.

He had you coming undone all over his tongue and his fingers in no time, and he licked you clean when he was done. Kissing his way up your body again. “I’m gonna miss your taste.” He was shameless enough to whisper it in your ear; making you blush.

His hands roamed around your body, touching you wherever he could, until he finally cupped your core and rubbed the sensitive skin around your swollen clit – making you shudder under him. You whined as he slipped his metal fingers past your entrance yet again. His head dipped into your neck and he licked and bit around your skin until he found your sweet spot. “And I’m gonna miss your warmth.”

“Buck…” You moaned quietly as he replaced his fingers with his cock.

He placed his mouth on top of yours again, to swallow your whimpers and moans as he pushed his cock into you. His breathing got shallow again as he pushed himself fully into you. He lifted his head and watched you grimace in pleasure and pain as his cock stretched you to your maximum. He watched you in awe as your lips parted and you moaned his name once he filled you up nicely.

You whined as he slowly slipped out of you completely, before slamming back into you with a slightly bigger force.

He groaned at the feel of your walls wrapped around him, squeezing and clenching around him. You heard him swear and felt him bite down on your lip as he sped up into you. He tugged on your lips and he started moving his hips; rocking into you slowly, then gradually increasing his speed. Your back arched off the surface of the bed again and your chest pressed to his.

“I’m gonna miss watching you squirm under me…” he whispered, “as I pleasure you like no one ever will.” He moaned into your ear. “You’re mine.”

You were a moaning mess under him in no time. There was something about the way he kissed you, deeply and passionately; as though he was scared you might just get away from him.

He worshipped your body. He mumbled how good you felt in your ear, groaning as you bucked your hips to meet each one of his thrusts as well. He kissed you roughly as he pounded into you; his metal fingers wrapped around your throat. He fucked you raw and relentlessly, watching how your face morphed into frowns of pleasure.

He pressed his forehead on yours; looking down to where your bodies connected so intimately. Then he pulled away to look into your eyes with that animalistic, primal and fiery look in his eyes. His lips parted as he panted while he fucked you like he owned you.

“You’re gonna miss me too aren’t you, doll?”

You nodded, whining in pleasure. He smirked. His hand left your neck and slid in between your connected bodies and furiously rubbed your clit, earning a loud moan out of you. “Say it, baby. Tell me how much you’re gonna miss my cock buried deep inside you…”

You couldn’t talk as the pressure in between your legs became too much to handle, and you craved for release. He noticed and slipped his tongue back into your mouth one last time and took your bottom lip between his teeth again.

“Come on, cum for me… doll,” he swore as he felt you clench around him perfectly. You came hard around him, moaning and whimpering under him as he finished right after you; kissing your swollen lips deeply as he came.

He pushed his face into the crook of your neck as he caught his breath. And you cradled his head; panting as well. Your fingers gently massaged his scalp as he calmed his racing heart. A few moments later, he shifted all his weight right on top of you making you laugh as you tried to scoot out from under him.

He groaned and pulled you closer. “Come here.” He pressed you against his body and wrapped his arms around. “I love you too, doll. So much.”

You buried your face into his chest, inhaling his scent. “I’m gonna miss you. All of you.” You lifted your head up to look at him smiling down at you. “Come back fast.”

He chuckled. “You know I will. No matter where I go, I’ll always come crawling back to you.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #tfatws #winter soldier #bucky barnes imagine

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ᵀᵉⁿʲᶦᵏᵘ ˣ ᴹᵃⁿᵉᵃᵗᵉʳ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Tokyo revengers Tenjiku x man-eater reader pt.3

Tenjiku reacts/head-canons to Man-eater reader gets hurt.

warnings; violence, blood, mentions of killing, strong language, and Tenjiku absolutely being just themselves/maybe some extreme reaction themes idk.

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧-𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 1/2/3 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧-𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫- 1/2/3

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧-𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 -1 {Masterlist 1} {masterlist 2}

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Background:

Tenjiku's executives are murderers and close-call murderers, but they acted more like a family towards you than your own.

Sure, it wasn't perfect or ideal but you wouldn't change them for a thing.

Maybe Shion.

....

Definitely Shion.

Even so, Izana is such a freaking workaholic, working everyone to the bone in the takeover of his choice.

You were busy slinging the crap out rival gangs left and right day after day with any of the executives.

You had just recently finished beating the life out of some pain-in-the-ass gang with Shion and honestly, you could just drop dead of exhaustion.

Fighting at least a hundred guys a day was such a chore. At first, your only job was to charm them and lure them into a trap leading to the Haitani brothers or kakucho and join the fight but later on, Shion complained you weren't helping enough.

Fair enough, you suppose but now you had to support the Idiot in every fight since the beginning of the takeover.

"Awe is the little girl tired? You wanna take a nap?"

" I think I have just enough energy to put your ass 8 feet under, Shion❤" You give him just the cutest smile you can muster as you threaten him as you begin to approach him with your fist raised.

Ran's lazy smirk appears again, "Show's starting, Rindou."

Rindou just settles next to his older brother as the both of you begin to argue like normal.

"ooh, you think you-"

You kiss your knuckles and punch him right in the face. He fails comically as you look down at him.

"now to just bury you under 8 feet." You begin to drag Shion by his feet."

"y/n."

"Fine." you let go of Shion's lanky foot and move to sit next to Rindou but Kakucho stops you and directs you to sit next to Izana.

You almost fell asleep 3 times while Izana conducting the meeting. If looks could kill Kakucho would've killed you twice. Ran found it funny and took pictures of you looking sleepy and almost falling asleep on Izna's shoulder before Kakucho startled you wake. (Don't tell anyone but Rindou found sleepy you cute and had a little blush.) Mocci straight out tried to ignore your cuteness by ignoring it but he ultimately failed. Shion was laughing but got punched by Izana for being "too loud and interrupting him". Lies he just didn't want him to wake you.

Once the meeting was over, you left without saying goodbye or anything.

You felt so sluggish as you walked home. Your limbs felt so heavy and achy.

'A nice warm bath would be great.'

The lights from the street dimmed alive as you passed, a yawn came over you as you stretched.

'Maybe I could go to a hot spring after all this is over.'

You could already feel the warm water surround your body, smiling at the thought.

'Just 3 more blocks and one train ride away. then I'm home.'

Well, congrats you jinxed yourself. The gang you previously fought split up before the fight to attack weakened/Tired tenjiku members.

"There she is! Just like I thought! c'mere bitch!"

"Actually, I'm tired. gonna head home."

"!"

"Byyyyeee," you say walking past them in direction of the train station

"Do you think this is a joke? You stupid bitch!"

The hot-headed guy charged at you. Your eye twitched and you can feel your angry raising to unparallel mounts

'I'm too tired for this shit!" you yelled as you broke the man's arm. He was crippled in pain and you took your chance to stomp on his body as he lamented his broken arm.

"You think I have the time and energy for this shit today?! I already kicked your sorry asses already!" You kept curb-stomping him till his uniform was filled with blood.

"well, what the hell do you want!"

"Your Tenjiku's special little bitch. The one who whores out for them. Since you are so special we thought? Why not lay down the hurt on you and take revenge."

"I've heard so many stupid reasons for attacking people but you, you're just plain moronic. Ooh, I got my ass kicked by someone else, I'm gonna beat up someone related to them because I can't beat them up myself. You sound like fucking child. Get over yourself."

That's how you got into your current predicament. You see you defeated all the lackeys, rookies, experienced fighters, and those who specialized in fighting in all types of ways. You defeated them all, except the leader who you currently had in a triangle chokehold. Your eyebrows furrowed as the battered, bruised body yelled in pain. Fighting all those people took up so much energy that you didn't have and you could feel your vision blur. It wouldn't be too long before you'd pass out from exhaustion.

You tightened your grip on him and applied more pressure. the pressure and the lack of air/blood flow were getting to him and he was no longer punching your stomach and ribs as he was before.

It wouldn't be long before either one of you would give up. It was anyone's game at that moment.

You could feel his strength waning and weakening. You puff out the air you didn't know you were holding in your mouth. Your strength was also waning and you couldn't control your body as you passed out.

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Call it intuition or 7th sense but Izana knew something was up the moment you all left the meeting.

And he was right.

Kakucho and he got in a fight not even 10 minutes after the meeting was over with said rival gang.

but what kinda vexed him was the fact that the leader wasn't even there to fight him.

red flag

major red flag.

It wasn't until one of the lower-ranked members fessed up the plan after Izana beat the life out of him.

Izana wasn't the target.

None of the others were targets and honestly, he didn't really care until he was told you were the target.

You know that look of complete insanity that takes over Izana, he was wearing that said look.

"Find her."

Kakucho does what Izana says and enlists the other tenjiku's executives.

It was Rindou who found you first.

You still had the man in a chokehold even as you remained unconscious. The very same chokehold you put him in when you two start sparring.

"Now that's determination." Ran said as he startled Rindou. "let's get him off her."

"damn she still has a fucking hold on him even as she's knocked out cold? Crazy."

Rindou tapped your knee and he doesn't know if you recognized his touch or what but your hold on the guy was completely severed.

Rindou pulled him off of you and Ran held you.

They weren't expecting you to be littered with bruises, blood, and scrape marks.

But there you were in your custom Tenjiku uniform basically covered in them.

"y/n??"

When you didn't give any signs of waking up, they panicked. Ran would gently poke your cheek to try to wake you up but you weren't responding.

Izana was on the way to where they were.

"hmm, the little girl went to sleep? what a baby!" Shion said as he arrived before Izana. "what a weak little shit she is" he says as he crouches down before your face.

"I think nows the time to teach her-" Shion gets interrupted as a foot shoved up his face.

"Your face is not the first thing I want to see when I wake up." You try to sit up but the pain on your sides was too unbearable. So you resort to choking him with your hands.

"L-let go!"

"No. Die Shion!" you say as you shake his body and choke him.

The sound of hurried footsteps came closer to you as you choked Shion's soul out of his body.

Izana pulled you away and engulfed your entire being with his body. His hand gripped your chin as he looked at your bruised face.

"i'-"

"No, your not fine."

" I was going to say tired. Could really use a nap."

"Kakucho take her."

"huh?" Is all you said as kakucho takes you to the car driving you to Izana's home.

Without you there with his most trusted "servant" Tenjiku plotted. The first thing they did was hunt down the mastermind of this plan and then the leader. It was a very gory sight. They all took turns basically torturing them as the rival subordinates watched.

All while you were with Kakucho patching yourself up.

The Haitani's aren't known for mercy and they definitely showed that statement true, the attack they did on that gang leader and vice whatever had nothing to on what they did to the mastermind who planned your attack. There was no bone in his body that was broken and they left him with barely an inch of his life just so he had to suffer the consequences of his plan.

Mocchi mostly took out his anger on those who were physically there to attack you. Spines? He clearly damaged a couple of them and left them as a walking bruise.

We won't even talk about what Izana did because that shit was terrifying.

That day, Kisaki realized if he ever messed with you or even tried to kill you or gave them any reason to think he posed a threat to you. That he'd be murdered in the most painful way possible.

When they see you again all cleaned up with the cute smile you usually carry made it all worth it. 10/10 they'd do it again to ensure no one else even thought of using you like that ever again.

Izana usually takes naps whenever you take them and while you get back to your normal self he makes you sleep with him in his room.

You can't leave his sight after this which often angers 3 other executives/heavenly kings.

Kakucho feeds you a lot of soups during your recovery and changes your bandages and disinfects your scraps. If you ask for his coat because you're cold consider it your coat. He doesn't need it anymore. He'll just get another one so you can match. (like couples..ssh don't tell)

The Haitani's, You made one comment to ran that his shirts look comfy, and all of a sudden you have like 10 of his shirts within 1 hour. Izana gets jealous and gives you some of his (most of his closet was given to you but you don't need to know that).

Rindou usually gets used as a pillow by you. He'll get dragged around by you everywhere. He's a private person so he's grateful you do this at your home or in your room in Izana's home. (Izana low-key wants to kill him because of this)

If you ever whine "Moocchi!" to kanji he melts. He'll give you anything absolutely anything. There are no limits.

Shion's a bitch, but he's your bitch. He does your bidding no matter what. he'll complain and bitch like he usually does but he'll do it.

#tenjiku #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers izana #izana kurokawa #kakucho hitto #tokyo revengers kakucho #ran haitani #haitani rindou #tokyo revengers ran #tokyo revengers rindou #kanji mochizuki #mocchi #tokyorevengersmocchi #tokyo revengers shion #shion madarame #kokonoi hajime #hajime kokonoi

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