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multiwreckedmess · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 9

Prompt: Stuck in Wall Pairing: CampusCrush!Wooyoung x fem!reader WC: 1.8k Summary: Instructions unclear, stuck in the new IKEA Bestå. This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Wooyoung or any Ateez member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. TW/CW Under the Cut!

TW/CW: just so fucking stupid. little bit of ass fixation, slight dry humping, protected sex, really fucking stupid

“I cannot believe I’m stuck in some cheesy porn script. Oh this sucks. Oh my god this sucks,” you yell. The assembly instructions for your new television console clearly stated that it was a two person job and yet, you were stubborn and went ahead. Now, almost two hours later, you’ve somehow pretzel’d your way through one of the cubbies with no way out. “Wooyoung help! Can you hear me, you moron, help! You’re going to go deaf if you keep listening to music that loud you little-SHIT,” a sharp slap to your ass interrupts your tirade. “WOOYOUNG!” His witch cackle gives him away. Presumably somewhere behind you, your leg kicks blindly back. “I dropped the screwdriver and now- it’s too heavy I’ll get squished if I knock it over,” you gesture at your predicament. He cackles again. The cold snap of a camera shutter echoing in your mind. “Did you just take a picture of my ass?” You practically scream. “Help me or the second I get out of this thing I’m going to end your entire short twink-y life you GREMLIN.” Sighing, Wooyoung places his phone on the kitchen counter. Appraising what exactly had you helpless in front of him. “You can just go back the way you came?” “No moron. If it was that easy I would've done it. Now can you please PLEASE pull me?”

One hand bracing the frame of the console, the other holding your waist Wooyoung pulls. You don’t budge an inch. He huffs, blowing a tendril of hair up and away from his face. You bounce on your tippy toes with frustration, the fat of your ass jiggling alluringly. You don’t even know you’re doing it as he’s chubbing up inside of his sweats. “Help me out on this would yah?” Wooyoung asks as he readjusts his arm placement. “I”m holding the shelf just focus on pulling back with me, three, two, one, GO!” Both of you tug down, your ass grinding into him, adjusting the height as you push back harder and harder. Still you stay trapped between plywood boards and what’s worse is you can feel him slowly hardening in his loungewear and you don’t hate it.

You’d had a soft spot for Wooyoung, how could anyone not. Handsome with the right amount of self awareness and unique strange charm. In part you wanted to surprise him with the fully built furniture as a way of impressing him, showing him how sufficient you were, as if singlehandedly setting up the entire apartment would win his heart. Dumb, but crushes make you do dumb things. “At least your ass looks great like this,” Wooyoung laughs, taking a handful of flesh in his grasp. “God, I never understood how people could be into those cheesy porn plots but… damn. Really is all out there, vulnerable and whatever.” You stamp your feet, “Wooyoung it isn’t funny.” It wasn’t how you wanted to catch his attention but if it was working who were you to stop it. “What am I gonna do?” Having had a fondle with one hand his other joins, grabbing the opposite cheek, massaging in large slow circles. “Maybe if you relax a bit,” he trails off. “Take advantage of the situation, meditate…or something.” As if hypnotized by his own languid touches, his hips drift forward to meet your butt. He rests there just leaning into you as blood rushes from his brain to his dick.

You aren’t doing much better, practically melting in your pants from even this slightest of touches. It was ill advised to move in with him, but you thought that living together would kill the small flame you’d been carrying. Instead the spark had become a full kitchen fire and now it was spreading to the living room. Your head swimming with his suggestion to “take advantage” of your current predicament. “I’m not very good at meditating, could you help me relax?” “You know, it’s really convenient that I’m home right now. Right when you’re building this. If I’d gone out you’d really be out of luck.” Wooyoung’s teeth catch his lower lip, fighting back a moan as you adjust yourself, ass rubbing against him in the process. “Here’s the problem. I also need help with something,” he pauses, leaning forward and pressing his bulge into you harder. “I think you know what with.” “Mhm,” you nearly whine, lips pressed together hard, making a thin line across your strained face. “It’s sort of your fault, if you think about it. So you should be the one to help me. Take responsibility and all.” He fully settles his clothed bulge between your cheeks, dragging them along his length. “Yes, really, god yes. It’s totally my fault,” you capitulate easily, voice tightening as need sinks heavily into your core. “However you want me to take it, I will. Responsibility I mean. Take responsibility. I can take it in whatever way.”

Wooyoung is ready, just waiting for your word before he drops his waistband to his thighs, a small damp spot already formed in his underwear. Running the length of his shaft along the smooth spandex of your tights gives him goosebumps, a tremor of elation passing through his spine. Tentatively he presses the head into the stretched fabric, watching it dimple and pucker under his microthrusts. “You can take it however I want you to?” His cheshire smile spread wide across his face, tinting his tone. “Even if it’s just this?” “Mhm,” you desperately want more than just this. Fingers gripping the slats of wood as he jostles you. A short sad wheeze escapes through your nostrils. Despite your best efforts to tamp down your desire your body betrays you. Wooyoung laughs again, a short outburst, hand coming down hard on your ass before wrapping you in a hug, as best he can. “You sound so distressed! How will you relax if this is all I give you?” Hand snaking south he presses on your mound, the wet squelch of soaked underwear against his fingers sends another shiver down his spine. “You really want me, don’t you?” “Fuck Woo, yeah I do.”

The response of your pussy to the telltale crinkle of foil is almost pavlovian, walls fluttering in anticipation of fullness. Feeling the warmth of Wooyoung’s palm on your lower back you can picture the packet between his lips, tearing it open with one hand, not wanting to be too far from you. The console rocks as he roughly pulls your leggings just under your ass, just enough to give him access to what matters. Strings of your wetness cling and shine as his fingers slide along your slit. “I was going to prep you but-” he wiggles two fingers in, your walls sucking him deeper. It’s enough to interrupt his train of thought, his persistent teasing. All he can think about is the comfort of your sex. How inviting it is, how ready you are, how much you must want it. “-fuck that’s hot.” “Please Woo, please, hurry.” You beg. You don’t need to as he quickly replaces his fingers with his cock. Grabbing the frame of the furniture he pulls you back onto him in one smooth thrust. The fullness twists in your gut, knocking the breath from your lungs. “OH! Shit, you feel-why are you so big?” You sound almost offended as you moan, adjusting to the pressure. “You don’t know that,” he kneads your lower back, rocking closer. “God I wish I could grab your tits. They’ve always looked so fucking delicious. Just sitting there, taunting me.” “Grab them later fuck me now.” You groan, swirling your hips on him. The wood of the console keeps you from doing much more than rocking and twerking on him. “Show me how much you want it.” He demands. “I know you can do it. You set all this up. Show me how much you need me to fuck you.” Whining you arch your back, wiggling your hips side to side. It barely shifts him within you. He still doesn’t move to fuck you. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, you try humping back on him as best you can. Jaw slackening a dry hiccuped sob escapes you. “I’m stuck, you have to. You have to!”

With a smirk he grabs your waist, tugging back on you to hold you in place. Leaning back and away he rolls his hips, the ridges of your walls dragging along his length. Driven by crazed lust, it isn’t enough to feel how you grip him, he needs to see it. Wooyoung holds the hem of his shirt between his teeth, watching how his abs flex as his bodyline rolls again, your lips tugging with the slow thrust of his cock. “Woo,” you moan as he slowly fucks you. It’s nice to moan his name aloud for once instead of just in your head. “God damn it Woo. Ssooo good.” “Hmph,” his response is muted by the cotton shirt. Speeding up little by little. Your eyes glaze over, mind hazy. Getting fucked by your crush in the living room you shared. Nothing matters except for the insistent drag of his cock against your walls. His hips feel like magic, melting your tension with each stroke. Your leg shakes as your orgasm builds, the entire structure swaying. Wooyoung’s hands migrate from you to the wood, gripping it and using it as leverage to pound into you harder than before. The ripple of your ass with each percussive slap of his hips has him hypnotized. Lost to the friction of your walls, he thrusts deliriously with abandon, uncaring of the precious nature of the situation. Chasing the delight of your punched out moans and groans. Core contracting, air is forced from your lungs. The wave of pleasure crashes over you, every muscle bracing as it hits hard. At the same time the console creaks, your top half jolting free. A choked yelp escapes you, unable to warn Wooyoung. The structure crashes forward, fear clamping your walls tightly down on him. “Shit!” He yelps, eyes wide he spills into the condom unceremoniously. “Fuck!” He continues a steady stream of swear words as he pulls from you, stumbling backwards as you crumple to your knees, panting. “Can’t believe that worked-” “I came,” Wooyoung sounds dejected, red and panting. “FUCK! I came so quick.” Your eyes dart under the sofa, a glimmer of the a loose screw hiding underneath. Looking from Wooyoung to the screw you scoot and reach your arm towards the glimmer, instead grabbing the crossbar of the couch. “Uh…I hate to say it Woo but-” His eyes twinkle, “you’re stuck? What a dummy, getting stuck twice. I’m going to start thinking you’re doing this on purpose.”

I just love giving Wooyoung the most ridiculous of prompts. He’s fun to write for me.

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withacapitalp · 9 months

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How to Rehabilitate a Jock Pt 17

Part One Link to ao3 Part 16

A speedy update? Couldn't be me lmao

Step Seventeen: Tell a Story

The party really wasn’t like any of the ragers he used to throw, but in Steve’s opinion that made it a thousand times better.

From his vantage point on the arm of the couch, Steve could see everything, and all looked to be going well. All of the parents had quickly clustered together around the big dining room table, smoking and playing cards as they reminisced about the good old days and enjoyed the wine Steve had broken out of the cellar. Mike and Lucas were sprawled out across the floor, their books in piles around them as they designed new characters and argued about the best way to win against dragons, while Nancy and Jonathan had curled up together on the loveseat by the window, sharing a cup of cocoa and quietly whispering about god knows what.

It all seemed peaceful.

So naturally Steve was sitting next to the most chaotic conversation he had ever heard.

“In terms of controlling the fight and better initiative, it’s the halberd. Hands down,” Frank declared. He was putting emphasis on every single word, as if doing so would somehow sway the three preteens throwing him impressively dry looks.

“That’s assuming you have the speed and dexterity necessary to gain that advantage,” Dustin sighed, shaking his head and tutting. “The greatsword is not only faster, but it is shorter, which makes the swing that much more versatile.”

Mike and Lucas sagely nodded along from their spot on the floor next to Dustin. the calmness of the action only riling Frank up even more.

“Reach is speed on its own!” He snapped, tossing his hands in the air, turning to the others for help. Steve bit down the laugh that was attempting to escape, doing his best to appear supportive, and Eddie was already reaching over to give his friend the conciliatory pat on the shoulder.

Steve wasn’t exactly positive how the debate had started, but it had to have been at least fifteen minutes of furious back and forth between the two. It was pretty entertaining to watch, made even better by the quiet comments Eddie would whisper up to Steve when he was sure no one else was listening.

“Careful there Frank,” Jeff called from the other side of the room, not looking up from Will’s sketchbook as he did, “you sound like you’re losing to a twelve year old.”

“I am not losing,” Frank ground out.

“I’m not twelve!” Dustin protested.

“Of course you aren’t losing, Frankie,” Eddie interjected, his tone practically dripping with false kindness. He accompanied the words with a brief pat to the top of Frank’s head.

“Dustin just isn’t opening his mind to the possibilities that your elder brain has already thought through,” Steve added on, his stomach doing a weird flip-flop when Eddie turned to look up at him with a little gremlin smile. Teasing friends was different when it really was just teasing, and Steve couldn’t resist the urge to jump in and knock at Frank a little for getting so into a debate with the kids.

“Okay just because you play now doesn’t make you an expert, Steve,” Mike added on, never one to miss a chance to try and knock Steve down a peg. Steve, very maturely, rolled his eyes and chose not to reply.

“How about it, Sweetheart?” Eddie asked, looking up at Steve where he was sitting perched on the arm of the couch, “halberd or Greatsword?”

“Steve, if you don’t choose the sword, I will feel personally betrayed,” Dustin spat out before Steve could even open his mouth. It was accompanied by a murderous looking glower, and Steve knew trouble was starting to brew on the horizon.

“Eh, I think Baby might have a problem if I start using a different weapon,” He said, staying neutral and dragging the boys into a different conversation before feelings started to actually get hurt.

“Baby?”

Fuck.

Steve’s whole body stiffened up, and he glanced quickly at Eddie before turning away, mind racing to come up with an explanation. How the hell was he supposed to casually bring up the bat studded with nails that was sitting in the trunk of his BMW?

“Okay, but we’re talking in game, not real life!” Lucas objected, keeping the conversation flowing and unintentionally bypassing Eddie’s question.

“Baby would be more effective than a halberd though,” Dustin pointed out, and Mike hummed in disagreement, flipping the pages of the manual in front of him as he looked for a counter argument.

“So who’s Baby?” Eddie asked quietly as they continued the debate, leaning back towards Steve so only he could hear the words. He was looking up at Steve with those big doe eyes, completely at peace with a soft smile and lax shoulders. He was the picture of calmness, and Steve wouldn’t ruin that with the Upside Down, not even in the most roundabout way.

“I’m gonna get a refill,” Steve whispered to him instead, reaching down to quickly run his fingers through Eddie’s curls impulsively before standing up and stretching. He felt the hem of his maroon sweater ride up over his hips, and the boys groaned as the bottom half of Steve’s stomach came into view. “Do you want anything, Eds?”

“Um no, ‘m okay,” Eddie said, his voice uncharacteristically small. Steve relaxed from his stretch, giving Eddie a quick once over. He looked the same as before, save for a slight color on his cheeks and averted downward facing eyes.

Weird.

Something to check on.

But later. First Steve had to take a lap.

“Dustin, don’t make Frank blow a gasket,” Steve ordered as he passed by, pushing the kids hat down over his eyes. Dustin growled at him and waved his arms blindly in an attempt to smack Steve away, but Steve easily dodged it, sliding over to the edge of the living room and down the stairs to the wine cellar.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid,” Steve muttered to himself as he picked two bottles at random. How could he have said something like that? He wasn’t even drunk! It had just slipped out, but that didn’t make it okay. Sure, the very existence of Baby wasn’t covered by the NDA’s, but just knowing about her would be enough to make Eddie curious, and curiosity led to more questions, which lead to more answers, which lead to more danger.

Steve’s stomach flipped over on itself, and he leaned back against the cool stone wall of the cellar, worrying his lip as he tried to take a deep breath.

There wasn’t any danger. Not anymore. It was just a party, and it was just one little sentence. Eddie would forget about it by the time he walked back up the stairs. He was working himself up over nothing.

Or everything.

‘Or’ might just be the scariest word in the world, Steve thought to himself as he climbed up the stairs feeling about ten thousand pounds heavier. He trudged over to the kitchen and quickly opened both bottles, leaving one to air out as he carried the other over to the dining room table, silently listening to the adults as they gossiped.

“It’s such an insane story,” Sue Sinclair was saying in a quiet breathy voice as Steve walked in, barely even noticing as he started refilling her glass, “it’s hard to believe.”

“It was harder to live through,” Hopper replied, extremely somber as he gravely shook his head.

Steve bit the inside of his cheek to keep from making a noise and giving up the act. He looked up just a bit to make eye contact with Joyce, who was also clearly hiding a smile behind her hand.

“Maybe we should pause this conversation?” Karen asked lightly, politely jutting her chin out towards Steve who continued to pour without comment.

“Steve knows,” Hopper quickly smoothed over.

“He babysits Jane with the others,” Joyce added on, giving Steve a secretive look as she continued, “such a big help with acclimating her.”

All eyes were on him now, and Steve played his part perfectly. He poured the last of the bottle into Hopper’s glass and stepped back with a sigh.

“She’s a great kid. Amazing even, after everything she’s been through,” Steve said, his voice pitched to the ultimate tone of caring worry.

This seemed to seal the deal for the rest of the adults, and they fell one by one. Hook, line, and sinker. The women were twittering on about how sad the whole story was, and the men were shaking their heads and muttering to Hopper about how drugs were going to ruin the nation.

Everything was going to plan.

Steve couldn’t help the little burst of pride he felt watching all of the parents gossiping like hens. He was the one to come up with El’s cover story, and it couldn’t have been going better.

El might not be allowed to go to school until next year, but Steve didn’t see a point in keeping her locked up in the cabin until then like Hopper wanted. The government knew she was alive now, and she had all her paperwork. Besides, having her drop out of the blue sky into one of the most unforgiving social settings on the planet was a complete recipe for disaster.

This party had been the perfect test run for the story they were going to use to explain her sudden appearance, and it had passed with flying colors. But Steve had known it would work, never had any doubt despite everyone else’s concerns.

He knew because he knew this town like the back of his hand. If you gave them a good enough story, something juicy and wild but with enough reality that it would stick, then they would buy it. Not only would they buy it, but they would sell it to everyone else on the block too. Now that Sue Sinclair, Claudia Henderson, and Karen Wheeler had the ‘truth’, El would fly into Hawkins High with only minimal odd looks and the occasional jerky kid to deal with.

And what was the best cover story for a girl like El?

“I just can’t believe that there was a suicide cult right here in Indiana,” Chuck Sinclair commented, sitting back in his seat. “How did no one know about it?”

“There was no way to leave without being killed. Anyone who would have told someone was killed. Brenner, the one in charge, was convinced he could create dimensions to other worlds and give children superpowers with LSD, if you can believe it,” Joyce replied, laying on the shock and surprise a little thick in Steve’s opinion. Still, whatever got the rest of them on board.

“Ridiculous,” Ted Wheeler muttered, sounding absolutely disgusted.

“We’re just lucky we found Will and Jane when we did. We were too late for the others,” Hopper paused to take a long slow sip of his drink, really selling the story. He even lowered his voice, causing them all to lean in, “The feds want to keep it real hush hush, and we were so afraid for the kids that we just went along with that bullshit water contamination story. But I mean, c’mon. Water contamination? Those people disappeared.”

A round of mutters among the group, and then Karen Wheeler spoke up.

“But Barbara Holland using drugs? I knew Barb her entire life. She always had such a good head on her shoulders,” She said, grief coating every word. Steve dragged a sharp breath in, holding the bottle close to his chest and forcing himself to stay still and silent as Hopper and Joyce did their best to explain.

This was the part that sucked. To make the story work, really work, it had to involve everyone. Benny, Barb, Will, even the two hunters. All of them had to be explained, or the story fell apart. It felt dishonest to make Barb a part of it all, but El was still here, and Steve still had a chance to help her.

For El. It was all for El.

“That’s how the commies get you,” Ted remarked to Karen the second Hop was done speaking. “We’re just lucky she didn’t bring Nancy into it.”

Steve bit his tongue to keep from lashing out. This wasn’t about him or his guilt. It was about El.

“At least you saved that precious little girl,” Claudia breathed, hand still over her heart as her eyes glistened with tears. “It all must have been so scary for her. Does she know… you know… about her mother?”

“She does, but she doesn’t like to talk about it,” Hopper laid both hands out on the table

“Listen, we really shouldn’t have said anything to you all.”

This was it. This was the moment that would tell them what was going to happen from here on out. Steve held his breath

“Our lips are sealed, Jim,” Chuck said instantly, the rest of the group nodding along. “Last thing any of us would want to do is put your daughter or Joyce’s son in danger. Whether it’s the government or some freaky cult stragglers.”

There it was.

In a small town like Hawkins, lips were always sealed. People said they wouldn’t say a word, they promised to keep a secret, but Steve had no doubt that by the end of the week the entire town would be abuzz with the story. The best part was, there was no one that would end up hurt. Hopper looked like a hero, Joyce went from local crazy woman to single mother who did everything to protect her baby, and El was just a poor child who was rescued from an insane terrible man.

It was the truth, just… shifted ever so slightly. No lies involved. Not really. Just a perspective on it.

The mood and the topic began to move, and Steve moved with it. He went to escape out the side door back to the living room, but as he went past her Joyce reached out, taking his wrist in her small hand and squeezing it once. It was a tiny display of affection, barely anything, but it stopped Steve in his tracks, making his heart do strange weird things that left his chest aching.

Damn.

“Are you alright?” Joyce murmured to him below the sound of the conversation.

“Yeah?” Steve replied, unspoken question sitting between them as Joyce continued to hold onto his wrist.

“You looked upset when you came in,” She observed. That was the best and worst part of Joyce, she never let anything drop. It reminded Steve a lot of Nancy actually, both of them so determined to get to the bottom of everything, even when it was best to just leave it alone.

Of course it had to be Joyce.

“‘I’m okay,” Steve said, trying for a thin little smile.

Joyce hummed, rubbing her thumb over Steve’s arm as she forced him to keep eye contact until the fake smile slipped from his face.

“It’s not a big deal,” Steve said, a dark cloud coming over him as Joyce continued to hold on. It was the same thing as Nancy. Stifling, impossible to be around, a feeling of claustrophobia that would never fully go away.

It wasn’t any of Joyce’s business. It wasn’t like she was his mother.

“Well, if you need anything you can always come to me or Hop,” Joyce said after a too long silence, releasing Steve’s arm. “We’re here for you guys too, not just the kids.”

“You’re allowed to not be okay.”

Eddie.

Since he had said those words, they had been permanently branded in the forefront of Steve’s mind. Every time he tried to forget them, they returned with a vengeance, hitting him directly in the soft spot right above his breastbone.

It wasn’t like Steve didn’t know that. He knew that he was allowed to not be okay. He did. But it was silly for him not to be okay, because nothing had really happened to him. Will was the one who had ended up in the Upside Down. Nancy’s best friend had died. El had been fucking tortured for her entire life.

In comparison Steve’s problems were so small it was laughable.

So why was everyone trying so hard to tell him that they mattered?

“Steve?”

Steve had never been so happy to hear one of his kids.

A hush fell over the adults as El popped her head around the corner, immediately coming over to Steve’s side and pressing close, trying to avoid the obvious stares coming from everyone else. They were looking at her with a mixture of pity and concern, but it was better than fear.

“Hi Janey,” Steve said, playing with her curls and shooting her a warm grin, “you doin’ okay?”

El shrugged, burrowing impossibly further into Steve’s grip.

“The others are being loud,” She said softly. Steve sighed, petting her hair again. He and Hop had talked about the possibility of this being too much for her, same as the Snowball. This party was mostly made up of her people, but even her people could be overwhelming.

Luckily, Steve already had an idea in place.

“Would you mind helping me with something?” Steve asked, already gently nudging El towards the doorway and into the kitchen.

Making cookies was the perfect ‘cool down away from people so you don't have a meltdown and psychically destroy Steve's house’ activity. Steve had learned that El really enjoyed cooking, and although she couldn’t use her powers to get the flour down from the high shelf like she usually would if it was just them, she was still having fun.

“Don’t listen to anyone who tells you oatmeal raisin cookies are bad,” Steve instructed, rolling out another ball of dough and placing it carefully on the cookie sheet. “They’re stupid and childish.”

“Mike hates oatmeal raisin,” El cheerfully replied, licking the spoon that Steve had handed to her when he was done mixing the batter.

Now that it was just the two of them, she had relaxed. She was sitting on the counter next to where he was working, ever so slightly bobbing her head along to the music filtering in from the living room. Steve had relaxed along with her, all of the previous troubles of the night fading away, replaced by the smell of cinnamon sugar and the warmth of the oven heating up.

“My point exactly. Mike hates everything great,” Steve countered, dabbing a bit of cookie batter onto the tip of El’s nose. She laughed softly, and stuck her tongue out, trying to reach the offending treat.

“Mike likes me,” El shot back, continuing to try and touch her tongue to her nose. Steve watched her struggle for a second more before shaking his head and reaching around her to grab a paper towel.

“Well, even a broken clock is right twice a day,” Steve whispered conspiratorially as he wiped her face clean. This started up another round of giggles, and Steve laughed along with her, his entire body feeling light for the first time all day.

He loved each of his kids for different reasons- even Mike- but El was just so easy. The rest of them couldn't help the compulsive urge to be difficult little hell beasts. They were always trying to show off how smart they were, which usually meant disparaging Steve’s intelligence to some degree. Even Will couldn’t resist a few snarky comments when he thought Steve was being overprotective.

But El thought Steve was one of the smartest people in the world, and she was always telling him so. It was objectively untrue, but it was fun to get to show her how to do things without being afraid of being told he was doing them wrong. Even something as simple as baking cookies was an opportunity to give her a new happy experience, and getting to be a part of that was kind of magical.

“How about this- we’ll tell Mike you made these and you’ll see just how quickly oatmeal raisin becomes his favorite cookie,” Steve offered.

“Sounds like fun,” A familiar voice said from the doorway, making Steve’s heart skip a beat.

Steve turned around and gave Eddie a pleased grin, waving him in and turning around to finish up with the dough.

“Hey Eds,” Steve said as Eddie leaned into his space and snagged a bite. Eddie hummed appreciatively, going for another taste but Steve smacked his hand with his spoon before he could.

“You’ll get sick eating that,” Steve pointed out.

“So mean,” Eddie said with a fake pout. He pulled away from Steve, walking around the kitchen aimlessly with swinging arms, “I was just wondering where our liege had run off to. Apparently you went to guide a wayward princess through the fine art of confectionary creation.”

Said ‘princess’ was staring at Eddie with open distrust. Her spoon had been abandoned beside her, and her arms were wrapped tight around her middle. Steve was immediately reminded of her initial reaction to Max. Although they were thick as thieves now, El had been cold to her too at the start. Steve had figured it was some sort of pre-teen jealousy thing over Mike.

Apparently it was just an all around jealousy thing. It made sense though. A girl who had nothing would protect whatever she had with ferocious intensity, especially her people. Time to do a little damage control.

“Eddie’s my friend, and he said he wanted to be friends with you too,” Steve said, pitching his voice soft and low as he reframed things for El. If Eddie was one of her people, then she wouldn’t be quite so possessive over Steve’s time. “He’s a little loud, and a little scary looking, but he’s probably the nicest person I know.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows in surprise, but Steve just shrugged. He was just being honest, Eddie probably was the nicest person Steve knew. He cared about Nancy and Jonathan, and he loved the kids, but none of them were necessarily very nice. Eddie had taken Steve in without even really thinking about it, which would have been amazing even if Steve had just been another nerd.

The fact that Steve used to be one of the people who would have made fun of people like Eddie only made him even better in Steve’s eyes.

El’s mouth pursed into a tiny little scowl, and she narrowed her eyes, evaluating Eddie where he stood.

“Bitchin’,” El said after a moment, punctuating the word with an approving nod. It was probably the closest thing to approval Eddie could earn at this moment.

“Yeah, Babydoll’s totally bitchin,’” Steve said with a laugh, stretching the word out just because it was funny to see Eddie turn bright red. Steve wasn’t sure if it was from the compliment or the silly nickname, but either way he was enjoying it.

“It’s good to meet you, Miss Jane,” Eddie said, coughing and trying to will away the blush on his cheeks, “Steve’s told me a lot about you.”

El turned to look at Steve, adorably confused by Eddie’s statement. Steve stiffened up, avoiding his knee jerk impulse to shake his head. He hadn’t told Eddie anything real about El, just the same story that Hopper and Joyce were selling to the parents. But El wasn’t good with secrets at the best of times, and the elaborate intricate story that they had woven would probably be too much for her.

“El? EL!”

“Mike, stop shouting!” Steve said, shouting himself, relieved at being interrupted before things could get hairy. He rolled his eyes and shot Eddie a look, calm now that Eddie seemed less curious about El and more fondly annoyed with Mike and his antics. “We’re in the kitchen.”

Pandemonium as all four boys trooped in, clustering around El and chattering their heads off like they always did. Steve let out the breath he had unintentionally been holding, leaning back against the counter as he watched the kids mess around.

“Steve, stop hogging her,” Mike snapped as he pulled away from El, glowering at him with all of the brutality of a two week old puppy.

“El’s a person, not a toy. She can do something without you and that doesn’t mean she likes you any less,” Steve said, ignoring Mike’s sputtering denials as he helped El down from the counter, “The oven has to preheat anyway. Why don’t you go inside with them, and when the cookies are ready, you can help me dunk them in the icing?”

El nodded, allowing herself to be pulled away by the boys. But just as she passed Eddie she stopped, grabbing onto the sleeve of his leather jacket and looking up at him from behind her curls.

“You’ll join us?” She asked. Eddie leaned down so they were the same height and nodded, reaching out to ruffle her curls.

“I’ll be here, Lady Jane,” Eddie promised.

“El,” She corrected.

That was big, even if Eddie didn’t fully realize it. It wasn’t exactly a full acceptance, but only people El actually liked were allowed to use her ‘real’ name.

“El?” Eddie questioned.

“A nickname. Not sure where she got it,” Steve stepped in, smoothing out the wrinkle before it could even form. He nudged Lucas, pushing them all towards the door, “Now scram, twerps.”

The kids all immediately began to groan and whisper curses under their breath at the word ‘twerps’, and they dragged El out without another word to Eddie or Steve. Steve turned and began to gather the dishes, dumping them all into the sink and turning on the water. As he started scrubbing, Steve felt more than saw Eddie’s presence approaching him.

“I think she likes me,” Eddie sang, leaning all of his weight against Steve. He caught Eddie easily, carrying both of their weights as he continued to do the dishes.

“What’s not to like?” Steve asked. The question was rhetorical, but the shaky little breath inward that Eddie let out wasn’t. Steve paused, sensing the mood shifting, put down the bowl he was holding and faced Eddie.

He looked wrecked, inexplicably upset and almost guilty as he chewed on his lip and searched for words. All Steve wanted to do was wrap him in a hug and ask what was wrong, but he held back. Whatever Eddie was trying to say, it was important.

“Steve-”

But whatever Eddie was going to say was interrupted by the sound of an engine outside. The motor was roaring, an obnoxious sound that grated on Steve’s nerves and set his teeth on edge. There was only one person who revved their stupid car that way in town, and he was the last person Steve wanted to see tonight.

Whatever this was, it wasn’t going to be good.

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hanjisick · 2 years

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— CARAMEL MACCHIATO

order #1 of the coffee shop series: a caramel macchiato

ingredients y/n x coffee shop owner!bang chan. best friends to lovers. mostly fluff but angsty confession. terrible wingmen!skz.

allergies. contains: makeouts. brief alcohol mention.

size. 2.3k

special add ons. no matter how charming the owner of yellow wood café may be, chan only has eyes for his best friend.

“your hair, channie,” you reached over the wooden counter to fix the curly mess.

“sorry, didn’t have time to do it this morning.”

“you never have time to do anything but work,” your hands dropped down to adjust his collar with a huff.

“thank god that i have you then, huh?”

“you’d be dead if you didn’t. you can repay me by making me my caramel macchiato.”

“just because you are some weird coffee shop owner who doesn’t like coffee doesn’t mean i should deprive myself of what keeps me going every day,” you leaned over, watching him work.

chan had a strict policy over giving people free coffee, but he was always willing to break any of his rules for you.

he handed you the sweet drink, just the way you liked it.

“i swear none of them make my coffee the way you do.”

“well if you moved in with me already, i’d be able to make it for you every morning,” chan winked.

“give it a break with the flirting already,” seungmin groaned, trying to ignore you two until now, “it’s driving me nuts.”

“we aren’t flirting, you little gremlin! he’s my best friend!”

every time that chan heard those words fall from your mouth, another piece of his heart shattered.

smile faltering, he looked down at the cup with a carefully drizzled caramel heart on top.

seungmin’s eyes must’ve rolled into the back of his head, “whatever you say, but you two might as well date at this point.”

there wasn’t a single person who didn’t know chan’s feelings towards you except for yourself. it was hard to miss the way his gaze lingered on you, how hard he tried to impress you with his coffee every morning, and how no matter who gave him their number, he always declined.

each barista figured it out at their own time, all in a silent agreement that— yea, chan was head over heels for his childhood friend.

but nobody told you any of it. worker or not, everyone seemed to fold for chan’s orders, perhaps it’s what made him such a good boss.

one of his unspoken orders was that no matter what, don’t tell y/n, let him do it when the time is right. so everyone seemed to turn their head when he spoke to you, but sometimes seungmin liked to push the limits.

clearing his throat, chan faced you once again, “there’s gonna be another card night this saturday. you in?”

“am i in? of course i am. when have i ever missed one of your tacky card nights?”

right after your reply, the door swung open, the bell chiming as you all whipped around to see the first customer of the day.

it was no surprise who it was. an elder in her mid 70’s, as most very early morning customers was.

“good morning!” seungmin sang out, running to the counter, “your coffee with two scoops of sugar?”

“yes, thank you,” she smiled, “your shirt is too long dear, you need to tuck it in like chan.”

seungmin simply smiled at the stinging bluntness, quite used to it, ringing her up.

“your shirt looks lovely, chan, i’m sure my granddaughter would love it as well.”

you and him both cringed at the comment, prepared for her upcoming rant.

“you are such a handsome young man in your twenties, and you need to settle down and find yourself a nice young lady soon. my granddaughter is a very beautiful woman and i would love for her to marry a man like yourself.”

seungmin waited for her to finish before interjecting, “ma’am, your coffee is ready.”

it was only once she was out the door that you all erupted in a fit of giggles, losing your composure immediately

“you need to settle down, chan! you’re practically an old man!”

“shut your mouth, seungmin! she was just trying to be nice!”

you turned to chan to join in, mocking the lady, “you are such a handsome young man in your twenties!”

though it was a joke, you were impersonating a grandma for god’s sake, chan’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. he hesitated before letting out another laugh.

“tuck in your shirt, seungmin!” you broke eye contact before he could even process it.

“my bad!” he struggled to shove his shirt into his pants, making it look as hilariously bad as possible.

chan giggled along, trying to calm his heartbeat down from its insane rhythm. but the laughter soon died as they began to prepare for the busiest part of the day, turning on machines and refilling jars of sugar and other toppings.

“i need to head out now,” you began to gather your stuff, placing your empty cup into the dishwasher.

“hugs?” chan wrapped his arms around you as you breathed in his vanilla cologne. his huge was always comforting, letting you fall into his arms and forget about the world for a brief moment.

“love you,” you sighed and pulled away, missing chan’s nervous fidgeting as you turned to seungmin.

“make sure he doesn’t overwork himself. have him stop and eat at noon.”

after he nodded, you head out the door in satisfaction, waving goodbye through the glass window.

“so when are you going to make a move?”

chan’s lips pressed together, ignoring seungmin’s words. instead, he chose to grab a rag and clean off the area you sat at, a hole in his heart now that you were gone.

“maybe if we get enough tequila in you on saturday then you’ll confess.”

“at a card game night in jisung’s apartment with all of you? no thanks.”

“you’re not gonna have a fairytale confession, chan. you need to do it before you get your heart broken when she goes for another guy.”

his words were harsh but true. he didn’t want to imagine your hand intertwined with anyone other than his own. but he would never tell seungmin any of that.

you had arrived at card night halfway through uno, so you decided to sit out of the round and help your best friend win against the other baristas.

“it’s not fair!” jisung whined, “chan has y/n to help him and none of us have help! of course he won!”

“i never told chan to do anything, it’s a luck game!” you pointed out, trying to defend chan’s win.

“i agree with jisung! that was just a practice round!” hyunjin crossed his arms, the two boys annoyingly resembling toddlers.

“foods ready!” minho called out as everybody forgot about the game, scrambling up to the kitchen.

there was never a plan of how the nights would go, everyone just sort of ended up doing what they felt like at the moment.

after everybody had their plates and a few cookies, they scrambled across the living room for more games.

as always, you sat right at chan’s side munching on the delicious chocolate chip cookies.

“you guys wanna play spin the bottle?” hyunjin stared right into chan’s eyes with a smirk.

“no.” everyone replied in unison, a few giggles erupting around the living room.

“why not?”

“all of you are ugly and unkissable,” jeongin gagged dramatically.

“oh please, i’d be the best kiss of your life!” hyunjin pounced on top of the boy who began to thrash around, begging for help.

“get off of him!” minho tried to pry hyunjin away, but only succeeded once changbin began to help as well.

chan let out a sigh, resting his head on your shoulder. they kept it from you, sure, but none of them were good wingmen. at all.

your hand reflexively went into his hair, “i don’t understand how all of your dumb friends manage to not burn down that strip mall.”

“i don’t know either, love.” his breath hitched as the nickname slipped out, and he didn’t fail to notice the way your hand paused for a moment as well.

he could tell that you were smiling, “i can smell your shampoo.”

“really? is it bad?”

“you know what is bad?” jisung interjects, “the fact that we aren’t playing a game of truth or dare.”

“this is supposed to be a card night, hanji,” chan points out, turning his head towards the group.

it was so painfully obvious that they were trying to help him make a move, but he wasn’t going to budge.

“just one round, please!”

“loosen up chan, it can be fun. i’m sure we all have some interesting secrets.” he glanced up at you, shoulders drooping in defeat. he couldn’t say no to you.

“alright.”

“chan! truth or dare!” jeongin immediately called out first, the others eagerly waiting for the exasperated man to decide— as if their plan wasn’t the most predictable thing in the world.

“why me?” he yelled out, throwing his head back against the couch.

if he picked truth, they’d ask who is crush was. if he picked dare, they’d make him kiss you.

“you gotta pick chan, it’s the game!” you shook him slightly.

“dare.” it was the easier option. he would blame the kiss on the dare, he wouldn’t have to confess just yet.

“i dare you to kiss y/n!”

chan rolled his eyes and looked towards you, who stared at the floor in embarrassment.

“both of you are so red,” seungmin commented with a large grin, “just do it already.”

his heart was going a thousand miles per hour as you brought your head up, squeezing your eyes shut. chan stared at your lips, and he was sure that he would pass out. the baristas eager stares didn’t help one bit as he leaned in closer. he felt like he was going to faint.

“i can’t,” he pulled away quickly, suddenly quite interested in his socks. chan didn’t bother to face everyone’s disappointed faces and groans, getting up to bring his dirty plate into the kitchen.

the room fell silent as he walked out, only able to breathe once again now that he was alone. he stood there for a second, replaying the memory in his head.

you must’ve been so nervous and scared. there was no way you wanted him to kiss you. it was just a dare that you were waiting to be over.

he was pulled out of his thoughts by quiet sniffling, the room now filled with hushed whispers that he couldn’t ignore.

the front door of the apartment opened and chan ran back into the living room to find the solemn faces of his friends, “where is y/n? where did she go?”

“she left,” felix answered immediately.

“why? why’d she leave? is she okay?”

“go out and get her. you need to talk to her. alone.”

chan didn’t have to be told twice, running right after you.

“y/n?” he whipped his head around before running down the steps, “y/n!”

“why are you crying?” he grabbed your shoulder, turning you around to face him, “did they say something to you?”

“don’t worry about it, just go back inside.”

he pulled you into his black hoodie, the one that you gifted him years ago, “please tell me what happened.”

as always, you slumped into his hug, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist. “did you not want to kiss me that bad?”

chan’s breathing stopped as he tried to think of an answer.

but you continued after a moment. “i guess i let my ego go. i know i’m not as pretty as the girls who always look at you at the shop and i always tease you, but your friends kept encouraging me and that’s why we played truth or dare in the first place.”

you pulled away to look at his shocked face, “i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable.”

it took chan a moment to process everything you had confessed as he stared into your teary eyes.

“i think i’m in love with you, bang chan.”

his silence made the tears begin to well up again in your eyes, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“please say something.”

his eyes dragged down to your lips once again tonight. he wanted to say something. anything. but he couldn’t.

so instead, he leaned into you, wiping away your tears with his thumb. he couldn’t resist planting a light kiss on your lips, and his anxieties washed away at your smile.

“i’m so in love with you, y/n, you have no idea.” he brought you in for another kiss, smiling against your lips. you kissed him back, letting go of all the worries from tonight. your hands tangled in his hair to bring him closer in, a soft groan falling from his lips.

chan’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration, he wanted to be the best kiss of your life, and there was no doubt in your mind that he was.

there was no doubt that chan would keep going. he could stand at the end of the stairs and kiss you forever, completely lost in the feeling of finally confessing to his dream girl.

but suddenly you pulled away, breath heavy against him, staring up to the top of the stairs in embarrassment.

chan whipped his head around to follow your gaze, mind still hazy from the intense kiss.

“don’t mind me!” jisung called out, changbin immediately throwing a hand over his mouth.

“how many of you are there?” his hoarse voice called out in annoyance.

“just us!”

“you have until three! one-“ all the members scrambled to their feet to run back into the house as chan huffed, ready to run up the stairs and scold them to no end.

“just leave them,” you laughed as the loud lock clicked, “they won’t let you in anyways.”

“they’re lucky they aren’t all fired,” his hands flew to cover his red face.

“we both know you wouldn’t dream of doing that.”

“you know me too well, y/n.”

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 11 months

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It’s really simple reader has really long hair and likes to do really complex hairstyles, gods and humans falling in love with them, I imagine reader does the ones with longhair hairstyles

-You were known for your extremely long hair, reaching your calves, but being so healthy at the same time, something Aphrodite, a close friend of yours, insisted on helping you with, providing you with all types of treatments and hair masks to keep your hair healthy.

-However, outside of your home, your hair was never down and just laying flat, if you went out you had your hair pulled up in very intricate hairstyles, long braids adored with jewelry, pulled into so many different sizes and shapes of braids, even going as far as weaving your hair into make almost like a sweater for your shoulders and arms.

-Taking care of your hair was hard work, you had to wash it in sections and brushing it alone took over a half hour, at the bare minimum, meaning you had some pretty strong arms.

-People all over Valhalla adored your hairstyles, even Aphrodite who was always enraptured on the beautiful and intricate designs.

-Your hard work and dedication to your art, your hair, has also gained attention of men, warriors, who are impressed and after getting to know you, they were quick to fall for you.

-With dating you however, because they also have long hair, came the power to play with their hair as well, which was so much fun! You loved doing other people’s hair!

-Thor- Could just sit for hours being pampered by you, the way you brush his hair, running your nails along his scalp, he will be putty in your hands almost instantly. He will let you play with his hair, pulling it into intricate braids and will smile after you take photos and show them, he normally isn’t looking at the photos, he’s looking at you, at the smile on your face and the sparkle in your eyes. You were more stunning than you could ever imagine.

-Odin- Doing his hair took little to no convincing, as he loved being pampered by you. He would never admit it out loud to anyone but you, but he took your advice on what hair treatment products to get and has been using them, making his hair healthy and shiny. He loves the time you put into his hair, being spoiled by you and if the designs aren’t too wild, he will wear them out and about. His beard on the other hand, other than brushing it, nothing happens to that, which you thought was rather cute.

-Buddha- Getting attention and getting beautified at the same time, Buddha is immediately down. He will lay his head in your lap, face down, letting you brush and braid his hair to your heart’s content. He doesn’t care if you put flowers or beads or ribbons in his hair, he will walk around with no self-consciousness present; quite the opposite, he’s like a peacock, “Yeah- see this? Y/N did it for me- just for me!” he’s such a gremlin but you can’t help but giggle. He relaxes by brushing your hair, as it finds it soothing.

-Kojiro- Constantly praises your work, circling you to check it out at every single angle he can, all smiles. When you asked to do his hair he immediately had his hair-tie out and a huge grin on his face, as he sees it as a form of quiet bonding. Ribbons, bows, hair clips, intricate braids, he will let you do anything you want, while going out with those is more of a no on his part, he will appreciate every moment you spend with him. The only time he will go out after you do his hair is if it’s something simple like a braid.

-Lu Bu- He took a bit more convincing than necessary, he was so confused, why on earth would you want to play with his hair? He enjoys seeing what you come up with for your own hair, sometimes it’s simple and other times he’s in sight awe, knowing that it has taken a long while. You didn’t push your luck when he finally agreed, just brushing out his hair for him, which he did have to admit felt pretty good and will at least allow you to braid his hair only. Sometimes he will wear it out, as it does stay out of the way, while other times he just has you fix his hair in his normal style, but he appreciates your help with it.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror thor #ror odin #ror buddha #ror kojiro sasaki #ror lu bu

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damistrolls · 3 months

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A Very Long Time Ago

hellooooo

a few days ago i started a fic about nobody and maledict as kids and ive finally finished it <3

i hope u enjoy

(google doc link)

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Thump thump thump CRASH–

Volare watched out of the corner of his eye as the white-haired troll bounded across the leafy forest floor after something, occasionally plowing into trees and then hastily scrambling back to his feet to resume the chase. He only had mild interest in the situation, too busy with his carving knife and bit of bone in his hands to pay his acquaintance too much mind.

“Almost…!”

Volare looked over to see the troll practically launching himself off of the tree he had just collided with.

“You’ll lose another tooth, Mith,” he warned. It would fall on deaf ears, of course. He’s never seen another troll so wild and untamed. Volare would compare him to an animal, but that would be an insult to animals. Animals aren’t depraved like he is.

Thump thump LEAP–

Mithyt suddenly launched himself over Volare’s legs, startling him enough to make him suddenly nick the head off of the charm he was carving.

“Mith!” Volere gasped, scrabbling for the bit of bone that’s almost definitely lost in the leaves now. He looked sharply at the feral troll, who was crouched over something on the ground, tail swishing. “What’s wrong with you?”

Mithyt got a better grip of whatever was in his hands, and stood up, turning to shove it in Volere’s direction. The young clown leaned back just in time to avoid kissing a huge toad.

“Ugh, get that out of my face! You ruined my charm.”

“That?” Mithyt gestured towards the poor, beheaded squirrel charm in his hands. “It looks bad.”

“Yeah, because you made me screw it up.”

“No, not the headlessness, it just sucks. You’re not very good at that, are you?”

“What do you know? You couldn’t even carve a cube if your dumb life depended on it.”

“Well I can still tell when things look a bit shit!”

Volare held a hand out to put a barrier between himself and Mithyt’s mouth. Between him whistling his S’s and spitting his T’s, it wasn’t really something he wanted so close to his face. He’s far from a germaphobe, but that missing tooth gave Mithyt a splash zone, and he’d rather not be in it.

“What do you want with that thing anyways?” Volare asked, gesturing towards the frog with his carving knife. “You’re always out catching things. Bugs, lizards, and other little creatures… It’s weird.”

“What? This? I’m gonna eat it, obviously,” he replied, as though Volare should have known already. Volare grimaced.

“That’s really gross.”

“Well I’m gonna cook it.”

“That’s not the point. Why can’t you be normal and go to a restaurant, or cook real food from the store?”

“You know this is as close to the city as I go. Why would I go out there when the forest’s got everything I need?” he asked, plopping down on the ground so he could retrieve a jar from his bag and open it with one hand. He ended up holding the jar with his filthy gremlin feet while he unscrewed it, and Volare didn’t know whether to be impressed by his ingenuity, or disgusted by his… well, his everything else.

Volare looked at the other purple for a few moments, before he got distracted by his mutilated charm again, looking down and turning it over in his fingers with a frown.

“I guess I don’t blame you. There isn’t much for me out there. It’s like every single person expects something different of you… If I don’t show up for church, they bother me about it the next time I come, as if it’s something I have to do. I mean, I’m almost five sweeps, I think I can decide for myself whether to come or not.”

“Pshh… Why do you even go back to the city?” Mithyt asked, dropping the toad into the jar, and then the jar into his old leather side bag.

“Well, unlike you, I like my creature comforts. I want a real hive, with a nice bed and an AC. Plus, I can only handle so much of you.”

Mithyt shrugged it off, and grinned that big, incomplete grin of his. He looked like such a doofus. It would almost be charming if the guy wasn’t such a shit.

“Oh hey!” Mithyt practically jumped up, pushing his scruffy, unkempt bangs back, allowing Volare a glance of his eyes. “When are you turning five?”

“Next perigee. Why?”

“I don’t really keep track of my own, but I know it’s three perigees after yours, so you gotta remind me!”

“Remember for yourself. How do you know I’ll even come back to remind you of anything?”

“You’ll come back.” Mithyt laid against a tree opposite to Volare, and pointed a finger at him. Or more like pointed a long, disgusting nail at him. “You like me!”

“I hate you less than everyone else. There’s a difference.”

“Nuh uh. You totally like me.”

“I like that you don’t expect anything of me. I like that I can have company that doesn’t care what I do. But you? I could live without you. If anything, you’re the one who likes me.”

Mithyt laughed. Volare could feel his face grow hot with rage, and he was glad his paint concealed the purple running to it.

“Don’t laugh at me! If you didn’t like me, you wouldn’t always be trying to get me to stay.”

“What if I’m just trying to trick you?” Mithyt got on all fours and crept up towards Volare, grinning wickedly. “What if I’m trying to lure you to my hut, so I can cook you up in a stew with frogs and bugs?”

“… I wouldn’t put it past you.” Volare eyed him cautiously.

That wasn’t the kind of trick Volare was afraid of, though. It was rather that… he didn’t want to find out that Mith was toying with him. He hated to admit it, but Mith was the only person he really talked to. As frustrating as the other boy is, he would hate to find out one day that it was all just some big joke at his expense. Worst of all, he could genuinely see it happening.

Volare chucked his mutilated charm into the woods, and then stood, brushing the leaf litter off of his pants.

“Whatever. Dad’s expecting me back soon.”

“Boo.”

“Like you care.” Volare tossed his bag over his shoulder, and returned his carving knife to its casing at his hip.

Mithyt didn’t have any further comments, and simply began digging at the dirt with his nails as if the clown wasn’t even there. Volare wanted to reassure himself that Mith cared and was just putting up a front like he was, but… The distance felt tangible today. He couldn’t shake the feeling that if he brought it up, he’d get laughed at.

Volare tightened his grip on his bag strap, and left.

#nobody #maledict #writing

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ay4kshalatus · 2 years

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you and me, against the world [a wanda!y/n x five fic]

spoilers tua s3!!

reader is pronounced you/she

edited!!!, important notice 📢

after a small trip with five and klaus, you all went straight back to the hotel to form a plan for another upcoming apocalypse with the other siblings and it looks like someone woke up on wrong side of the bed.

“a feeling? aren’t you retired?” allison commented. you know where this is going.

“you know, you and your wife can’t drag us through hell because you have an itch only an apocalypse can scratch and then expect us to deal with the fall out. you’re not the boss.” you scoffed.

you understand her loss but what you find unpleasant is she made it sound like five is the blame for not having the correct calculations of stopping the apocalypse.

you bite your lip, trying to not bark back. five decided to step in and do the talking before you go on berserk.

“fine, we’re the messenger, and we’re telling you something terrible is coming.” he said, silently begging her to not do anything reckless.

“then let’s go attack the sparrows, get the briefcase , and go home.”

she’s ridiculous. you know what she’s planning. you didn’t invade her mind but she’s easy to read. you gently push five out of your way and confront your outburst to her.

“you expect that to be easy? time travelling is like programming. one crucial mistake and the whole shit start to crumble. killing our doppelganger to fix everything can make another time paradox so don’t put your grief to this situation. ”

the others, especially viktor was shocked. you all agreed to not mention anything about allison’s troubles but you can’t take it. the siblings have its own business to deal with, you know that. trauma, grief, depression, et cetera. but they have to realize that they need to think carefully of this situation.

it is so unfair for them to give all the blame to five when he’s almost in verge of breaking down from the failures. he then quickly added, putting you behind him.

“this is our home allison. accept it.” he shoot daggers at her.

a batch of cue sticks fall off the ground, making a clattering noise and luckily broke the tension in the room.

“wait, where’s lila?”

“that’s it! i’m telling your mom.” diego tried to stop stanley from his shenanigans. when five seeing the kid, he got an idea.

“shower. i told her she could stay with us.” the kid answered.

without wasting any time, you and five head to the said location.

thankfully five remembered that he’s married to you and know the code so he lets you do the job. you enter the room cautiously, sighted lila taking her time to bathe.

“ahh… did your briefcase broke?” you teased the female.

“two of them. looks like it. now i can’t send that little gremlin back to merlin for a while.” lila slowly grabbing the dagger out from her bag.

“and looks like your guy is a gentleman to let his woman fight another woman that’s naked.”

when she’s about to throw the weapon at your way, you’re no longer there. you teleported behind her and went to grab her dagger but she copied your powers and launches you off the wall.

you’re quick to react when she appeared in front of you and about to stab you, stopped her by your force-field.

infusing another psionic energy into your other hand, you mirrored her actions of knocking her off.

her reflex didn’t save her when your runes are activated and keep her from using any spells on you. you use your telekinesis on her, holding her form on the air. lila seems impressed of your performance and scared at the same time.

"well, it's fun till it lasted... quite fast."

lila gritted her teeth. “you’re a monster.”

you just chuckled. “you can’t copy everything at once so deal with it.”

once she’s all covered, you take five in.

“looks like you’re no match for my wife after all.” he mocked the blonde.

“i know i know. i’d forgotten how much I hate you, you puny little turd.” she spat back.

“the feeling’s mutual, lila. as much as i’d love to bully you, we have bigger concerns than you.” five sits on the panel of the bath tub beside you.

“yeah? like what?”

“the grandfather paradox. it’s happening…”

you three got out of the bathroom and greeted by diego and stanley. as lila and diego are having a discussion, you and five gossips on their back.

“wanna bet 10$ that stanley is not their son?” you snicker.

"i think i already know what’s behind those curtains.”

after tries of teleporting to your old workhouse, you guys somehow landed on the blanket of white.

“oh, brilliant idea, lila. welcome to the ice age!” five complained.

but you can’t believe that you three landed on different place, looking behind you and seeing the familiar structure that is covered by thick snow.

“shit..” both of you and five chanted and head to the building.

“holy shit.” now the three of you said in chorus.

everything inside is a disaster. it’s quite impossible to believe the commission turned out like this.

“the paradox might have affected them and the run of time and boom. winter.”

lila looks at you, perplexed at your explanation.

“is that possible?”

five handed you his jacket, which you deny his offer since you’re wearing leather one.

“we stopped tracking what was possible a long time ago.”

then you add. “nothing’s impossible.”

taking another step, a debris of broken planks fall off from the ceiling. you quickly grab five back to his spot.

"we better get moving. i’ll check the infinite switchboard.” he eyes landed on yours, thanking you and heading up on stairs.

“i’ll follow” you catch up to him. lila taking a stroll on different way.

“and i’ll check herb’s office. little cockroach would survive anything.”

she stopped midway and take a glance on the couple’s way.

“bye.”

…

“see you.”

"later."

“miss you two.”

“ok?”

“that’s weird.”

you two entered the switchboard. the state is much the same. a freaking disaster. you inspect around, there’s nothing inside but there’s an operator that’s still functional. five check it, only to see herb recording the situation.

“there’s been a rip in the space-time continuum. it’s swallowing everything.”

you noticed his agitated form, looking at the screen intensely.

“…everyone, they all gone. i’ve tried everything! i don’t know what else to do. the timeline is collapsing.” herb looks around, the place slowly disintegrates as the lights from the celling starting to fall off.

“this is… the end.” and with that, he’s gone.

you look at your husband, worried that he might blame himself for this. the whole time travel is not easy to do but you all going to make it. both of you know that. but five needs to be reminded sometimes.

“this is just like a bunch of bureaucratic bullshit. there’s no clear directives in here about crisis management.”

“the commission doesn’t have solid ones because all they do is to run away this kind of problem.”

“fair point.”

lila looks at the two of you, amused. do you guys really hate the handler this much?

the three climbs on the stairs, looking for the operations bunker. “you know, lila. we shouldn’t even be here. i was… we’re… we’re out. we’re done with this bullshits, and yet here we are, swept back into the chaos.” five ranted and scratching his neck a little bit hard.

“why can’t we just escape this hellhole?”

“because you two love it.” lila nonchalantly replied and she didn’t expected to receive different reactions.

“excuse me?”

“my bad.”

the couple said at the same time. staring to each other confused but shrug it off. “come on face it, the apocalypse problems are the only things that gets your heart pumping.”

five is annoyed and scratches his neck even more. “i don’t know why people keep saying that. we don’t actually like chaos. we don’t want them. we don’t want disorder. we…”

he stares at you as you minding your business, looking around to this messed up place. “we want retirement.” he continued.

lila laughs. “yeah, right. what? a normal life with y/n, creating a family, groceries and taxes. you would die of boredom.”

the next reply makes u stupefy. “to be honest, i've been planning about it before if only we lived on a normal life. having my own family isn’t that bad and you’re not exactly cut out for domestic bliss either.” your husband said while looking at you with a soft expression then head in the hallway.

you're surprised that five was thinking about marriage concerns and other lovely shits. looks like you hit something on his head. you froze on your spot, face in deep red unlike lila with different expression.

“’course i’m bloody not. thank god!” she exclaimed.

*beeeeppp* “unauthorized access.”

“oh shit..” five keeps scratching his neck and sweating badly. you can guess the identity of the person you all been looking for and you’re not ready for it. you gently push lila away and try to open the bunker.

“don’t worry, no one’s gonna come and get us.” then there’s a small light coming out of the device, scanning your eye. the result is still the same.

“unauthoritized access.”

“hey! did my essential rights got taken?” you complained. you’ve went into this room before but it’s empty at first. five goes beside you and takes his turn.

“let me try.”

…

“access granted.”

‘oh dear.’ you thought. entering the room once more, you spot a familiar old man with body is inside of the iron lungs. your hypothesis appears to be correct after all.

“i was expecting more man and less… can.”

“five… look.” you called him out to see the discovery.

he understand the situation, slowly approaching the man and try to recognize the appearance. “it can be..” his eyes widen in surprise.

“what’s wrong?” lila stares at you two. by the looks you two have, you may be familiar to this elderly male.

“it’s me.” five said. you don’t know what to react. amused, worried, astonished. it all written on your face.

“the irony..” you mumbled. your statement can’t help lila and laughs harder.

five’s old self explained bit information about the apocalypse since you three already know the kugelblitz. “so? how do we fix it?” he asked while you’re busy trying to read his mind. old five’s aging brain have no use and only receiving the same amount of information.

he wheezes, trying to breath properly. “you don’t.”

you're baffled at his reply. is this the five you know? since when did he gave up on saving the world.. saving his family? well, this five before you is 100+ year older and from the future. the future is unpredictable.

five also have the same thoughts but his patience starting to run thin. “if you created all of this, then you must have created a solution.” he tries his best not to lash out on his 100 year old doppelganger.

“he didn’t created all of this but must be preparing for this cause.” you theorized. he didn't mean to give up all of our hard work on saving everyone, right? maybe there's something that you guys need to know? you hoped.

“ahh… i almost forgot about you. your end is one of the reason why i’m still alive until now.” end? what end? what is he talking about?

the old five starts coughing again. “all that will be left is… oblivion.”

the more information he provide, the more you realized there’s something behind his words. oblivion. hotel oblivion? is the hotel connected to all of this? you know for sure reginald isn’t a type of man to build a random hotel as what you know about that man.

before you dive in to your deep spiral of thoughts, you noticed five’s fast breathing when the old him is dead afterward. this is your cue, gesturing lila to leave you two alone and the blonde understood the sign.

your heart clutched of seeing him so devastated. he’s been holding it for almost a month and only asked for a small break and deal with the apocalypse later. this is why you thought of doing this whole shit yourself just this once. but of course, he always have a way to find out.

you slowly approach him as he’s in deep thought, putting his head on your shoulder and hug him close. no words needed to be shared. just the presence of each other is enough.

“i’m so tired…” five mumbles on your embrace. you kissed on the crown of his head while messing with his hair. maybe taking a minute or two isn't that bad when the apocalypse is only few days away.

“i can see that.”

ahhhhskvxgjhvjsjjs five really needs a break and reward him with kisses and cuddles. mans been working straight 20+ days. •́ ‿ ,•̀

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dearestones · 1 year

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Clothes Maketh Man (Yandere! Azul Ashengrotto x Reader)

Warnings: Yandere character, yandere behavior, manipulation, victim blaming, slight NSFW (nonconsensual touching and kissing).

*Note: Gift for 500 followers, also first NSFW work hahahah.

@lilyalone Request: Thank you so much!!! I’m so honoured to be your 500th follower, could i request yandere Azul (twst) buying stuff and choosing clothes for his darling and maybe a bit of light nsfw after (you don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable)

Silk.

Lace.

Cashmere.

Azul always had an eye for fabric and the price tags that came with them. Even when he had been a guppy swimming and scheming in the sea, he knew that the clothes that humans, beastfolk, and fae liked to wear always bore significance. It was akin to the way some of the high ranking merfolk would wear jewelry or baubles that they either scavenged from shipwrecks or traded from willing landfolk. In envy, Azul would watch some of his wealthier classmates parade around with sparkling gems hanging around their necks or dangling around their tails. Even his mother, hard working as she was, would sigh quietly to herself as she worked herself to the bone making her restaurant a success under the sea.

In the end, the Ashengrottos became a household name, but Azul had grown up before all that. His childhood was spent looking for ways to advance himself, to become a version of himself that far outshone and dazzled brighter than any other merfolk.

And when Azul was selected to go to Night Raven College as one of the very few to enter such a prestigious institution, he had felt that all of his aspirations and goals were coming true. All he had to do, he thought, was expand his business ventures, create more contracts, and succeed academically. He had no need for meaningful friendships. After all, socializing with others was nothing more than a game of chess: all memorized strategies and quick thinking.

Azul would do anything to make himself the most successful and prized student of Night Raven College and soon, the world’s greatest mage of all time.

And that included wearing the finest.

Clothing was restrictive, colors could easily clash. However, Azul was a quick study and even quicker to amass the money and resources to attain the clothes that he needed. It had taken time and the majority of his funds did have to go to the Mostro Lounge, but he did end up buying a closet full of clothes that could put the majority of Pomefiore to shame. Although his clothes were not as expensive as the garments the heir to the Asim family fortune would wear or match the regality of the royalty from Savanaclaw and Diasomnia, Azul felt that he could match up to them.

And then—

When Azul had placed himself in the top ranks of most of his classes—

When Azul had created hundreds of contracts to counteract all of his shortcomings—

When he had forged enough social connections to ensure that he would never be at a loss to whom he could contact for the smallest of favors—

You came stumbling into his life.

Well, you hadn’t exactly stumbled into his life, but you did manage to give off the impression that running around with a flaming cat—weasel? raccoon? gremlin?—monster was a normal, average thing to do in your everyday life. While the chamber of mirrors sustained a lot of damage, Azul was somewhat gratified that he showcased both his offensive magic and willing cooperation to work with the Housewarden of Heartslabyul. Hopefully, that would be enough to convince the Headmage that he deserved the decrepit little building on campus to be an extension to Mostro Lounge.

But then you were made Prefect of the now called Ramshackle Dorm. (Talk about a horrible name. First impressions were everything and the Headmage was hardly doing you any favors by assigning you to that dump).

And then you managed to talk Riddle into relaxing.

And then you managed to teach Leona that he was more than his status as the second born son.

And then you managed to outsmart him.

Him!

And if that wasn’t bad enough, all of his contracts had been turned into dust, he could no longer operate on his old modus operandi, and—and—and—

You were interesting. You tamed the many Overblots that came after him.

You were smart. And witty. And clever. And—

You were everything Azul was not.

Without even trying, you managed to ensnare the love and acclaim of most of the population of Night Raven College. That usually wasn’t such a terribly hard endeavor: all you needed was an insane amount of precision over your magic, infinite potentiality of both magic and imagination, or a reputation that expanded outside of the borders of the college. However, you had none of those requisites. You were merely a magicless human who was an unknown from a world of unknowns.

Furthermore, the connections you made rivaled that of Azul’s own contacts.

It rankled Azul, but then he realized something.

He could use this.

If he could convince you to be friends, it would make his network of connections more consolidated. Plus, even if he could no longer make anemones out of his contractees, that didn’t mean that he couldn’t use your charm to manipulate potential employees into his service.

However, as much as Azul prided himself on creating well thought out plans or preparing for the worst, it was his creativity and adaptability that got him this far in life. There was a reason why the Leech twins still stuck with him after all these years.

So, when he realized that he had… ‘feelings’ for you, he decided to follow the current. Sure, emotions were not part of his arrangement with you, but what was the harm? It would make his interactions all the more believable and who knows… it could turn the tide in how you saw him.

For a time, Azul was content in slowly wooing you. Merfolk courting was slightly different from human traditions, but the principles were the same. Make your lover feel wanted and cared for. Put effort in one’s appearance. Appear helpful and trustworthy. Impart bits and pieces of one’s personality in an effort to appear relatable and desirable to one’s partner.

What Azul really liked, after realizing that the Headmage did little to provide for you, was to see you dressed in clothing that he chose for you.

At first, it was out of practicality. What kind of lover would he be if he allowed the object of his affections go out in public with old clothing from previous Ramshackle Dorm residents and whatever they could scrounge up from friends and merciful teachers? The first time he buys you something, it’s a uniform that fits your proportions perfectly. A part of you is grateful that he got you something so practical and it makes you feel like you actually belong to the school, but another part of you was hesitant to accept it. Was his angle truly to make sure that you were dressed well?

Azul laughed at your hesitance, but he did relent and say that it was both out of the goodness of his heart and the fact that it would benefit both of your images as students of Night Raven College. Eventually, you accepted it, but that was merely the beginning.

Soon, your lover began steadily replacing the rest of your closet with more and more expensive and tasteful items. Gone were the days where you would have asked Ace and Deuce or other friends for clothing that wasn’t threadbare. It was considered a win in your book that you didn’t have to continue dividing your budget between Grim’s terrible tuna habits and your own needs. While you were wary at first concerning Azul’s intentions and his too blatant display of wealth, you conceded and only offered words of thanks and shy touches to express your gratitude.

At first, Azul was gratified to know that you were reciprocating by wearing the clothing that he bought you. The hugs and hand holding was a little too much for his sensibilities, but something akin to pride filled his chest whenever he saw the rest of the school glancing at the two of you in envy. That’s right, he thought. He was the only one worthy enough to be dating the Prefect! And they were responding quite well to his courtship.

Everything was going according to plan.

However—

He began to realize something about himself.

You were such a social creature; you liked going out with your friends and getting into all sorts of trouble. It was no problem to give you aid from time to time, but a slow realization came upon him in slow, but steady increments when he watched you in the aftermath of such varied incidents. It wasn’t abnormal to find you comforting the victims of Overblots or befriending new people, but you looked so lively! Since when were you so receptive to engaging in such casual skinship with men who weren’t him?

Pushing away such thoughts was easy at first.

So what if Ace liked to wrap his arm around your shoulders?

Who was he to judge when he saw that you liked taking naps with Leona?

Or that you thought dancing with Kalim was fun?

You were only doing what came naturally and that was the point! You were his when it came to networking and in advertising his restraurant, you actually had to form those connections. If he stopped you, the future where he would be the greatest mage would never occur. And yet…

That childish feeling of envy permeated his very being whenever he saw you outside of his grasp.

What were pearls, luxurious fabrics, and fame compared to your sweet touch and adoring gaze? Even when you were swimming in his gifts, the rest of the students of the school (and even outside of it if he was paying attention to those Royal Sword nitwits) continued to touch you. To tamper with what was his.

You were his.

Couldn’t anyone else see that?

You wore his pearls. You wore his clothes. You were at his side in public holding onto his arm.

Out of anyone else, why were you also as blind as the rest of them?

It took some time—but the best plans had to be planned in advance—but Azul finally regressed to what his old self had always done when he was faced with mounting envy and the need to claim what he assumed should have been his from the start.

He drafted a contract.

And again.

Time and time again he scanned through the clauses and subsections for any noticeable loopholes, decorated the wording with calligraphy to confuse the eyes and legalese to stun you into compliance. It didn’t matter what the intentions he conveyed to you were, the end result would be the same.

To anyone else, it would seem like a lifetime of servitude.

To him, and one day you might understand and agree, it was a marriage contract.

Don’t worry. One day you’ll celebrate your eternal love with a wedding ceremony, but for now the both of you will be satisfied with this binding contract.

So why were you crying when he told you after you signed the dotted line that you were his forever? Didn’t you agree to be his lover the second you accepted his courtship? If you were truly bothered by the idea of marriage, then why were you wearing the clothing that he picked out for you? You were always willingly at his side before, you just happened to be bound to him outside of a verbal arrangement. Now, he had proof that you were his.

And now, everyone else would know about it.

Did you think that he was going to stop at just a marriage contract? My dear, you need to brush up on your reading comprehension skills. No, there was stipulation after stipulation as his eternal partner.

You could no longer be away from him for more than a few minutes.

If you had to leave for any reason that he deemed suitable, the Leech twins had to accompany you.

Ramshackle Dorm was no longer your home, you would now sleep in his bed and stay in Octavinelle until the both of you graduated.

But most of all, you still had to maintain appearances in public. No matter how much Azul wants to deny it, he’s an octopus and octopi are notoriously good at multitasking. While he’s showing you off, you’re reeling in as many new contractees as possible. And if you ever dare think about alerting anyone about your situation, well…

Jade and Floyd have their uses, you know.

Tonight was just like any other night. Between schoolwork, school organizational meetings, and his duties to the Mostro Lounge, Azul found himself slightly overworked. However, seeing you seated in front of a vanity had his heart thumping faster and his worries dissipating into thin air. You were mostly undressed, only a few undergarments covering your modesty as you fiddled with a few choice pieces of jewelry. You had yet to change in your evening ensemble because unlike the rest of the members of Octavinelle, Azul preferred that you wear as many different outfits as possible.

Only the best for you.

“Good afternoon, dear, I have a meeting with some third year students this evening. Care to join me?”

Azul pretended not to notice that one of your hands that was handling a silver chain necklace had turned into a fist, your knuckles straining with tension.

“Of course, Azul,” you murmured. A practiced line that had been dictated to you after several sessions with the Leech twins. “What shall I wear tonight?”

You heard Azul hum as he stepped towards the closet, a pleasant skip to his step as he did so. You kept your head bowed low and hoped that your captor would find something appropriate for tonight and leave you to your devices until you had to come out and play the part of Azul’s arm candy. It was rare, but sometimes Azul didn’t cling to you.

Tonight was not the case.

After hearing Azul rifling through the various clothing and garments that he set aside for you, the hanger noisily clinking against each other, you heard his dress shoes smartly clacking against the floor as he strode back to you. Unfortunately for him, you refused to look up from your lap. That was fine by him, he liked moving you to do as he wished.

He placed the clothing on the back of your chair, careful not to cause excess wrinkling in the fabric. His gloved hands traced circles into your back before he began caressing your arms and enclosing your hands with his. It took a moment, but he gently coaxed you to relax your fist so that he may withdraw the necklace.

“A good choice.” He pressed a chaste kiss on the smooth slope of your shoulder. “Be a dear and face forward.”

If this were a lighthearted situation, you might have laughed. There was no reason to have you face the mirror. He could have just as easily clasped the jewelry around your neck without any trouble. Still, you did as he bade.

As the silver chain settled into the hollow of your throat, you accidentally caught Azul’s eyes piercing your own. You tried to look away, but a warning touch to your chin had you sitting, rigid and straight forward.

Gazing at you with adoration, Azul continued to pepper your exposed skin with kisses. Most of them were light, almost forgettable. Those were the types of kisses that you would rather receive from Azul nowadays; you could almost pretend that things hadn’t changed in your relationship. That Azul hadn’t become so obsessed with power and your ability to be kind to anyone. However, his other kisses were open-mouthed, sucking, harsh. It was like he had been fasting for days, his favorite food forever in reach, but he didn’t want to satiate his hunger just yet. No, he allowed his hunger to fester and grow until he was breathing heavily behind you, his mouth laving at your skin, his arms and hands grasping and fondling as much of your skin as he could get away with.

Once upon a time, you would have leaned back to accept his touch and reciprocated his love with your own. Now, all you could do was unfocus your eyes as you gazed at the mirror, your hands shaking and breathing shallow. If you breathed in too deep, you thought, you might collapse and moan out his name.

Deeper and needier, his fingers clenched at your skin; red crescents dancing on your skin as imprints of his fingers haunted your body. Above, he nipped at your neck, your ears, any part of your body he could reach, he wanted to mark as his own.

Soon, however, one of hands were circling down your stomach and down and down and down and—

You squeezed your thighs close together, but a growl behind your ear had you forcibly relaxing in the hold that he kept you in. Satisfied now, his fingers caressed the part of you that you didn’t want him corrupting. His touch was soft, but insistent. He stroked up and down while his other hand alternated between squeezing your thigh or rubbing at the fat of your belly.

Just when you knew you were at the brink of embracing the heat pooling into your stomach, Azul withdrew. You bit back a whine, but your captor must have caught wind of your reluctance because he smiled into your neck and drew you up for a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Like I said, I have a client meeting soon, but—” Another kiss, this time at the hollow of your throat where the chain had settled. “—at least we both have something to look forward to.”

His bright blue eyes glittered with mischief, but hunger and fervor swept in its depths.

“Now, before you get dressed—” He leaned around you to root around the vanity until he found what he was looking for. A makeup kit. “—how about some makeup?”

You could only nod in submission.

Clothes maketh man, but what was Azul but a monster playing in a human disguise?

DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.

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tinfairies · 1 year

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Oh my god did you buy get it? It was just about Aemond and his girlfriend who dresses like Adam Sandler.

I found it funny because Aemond Targaryen this sophisticated guy who wears high brand, costly things and lives for looking his best all the time, has this hobbit girlfriend who only wears massive T-shirts that touch her knees, shorts that reach mid calf, some jacket she’s had for years and her trusty crocs. They’re in the same college classes but she fucking hates dressing to impress she just can not be arsed, it’s college why the fuck would she??? Who’s she trying to impress, she already has Aemond Targaryen. Somehow, she doesn’t know how, she’s pretty sure she has a hole in her pants when they met…

She even rocks up to the Targaryen estate, manor, hotel thing. What they call a house??? In her Star Wars t-shirt that looks at least 30 years old, with some joggers a huge coat and some crocs with accessories her hair is also shoved into a mess on top of her head. Her and Aegon steal each others clothes, he has Star Wars T-shirts too. They’d steal Aemonds things too but he wears slacks and dress shirts with long trench coats, he has all of these different turtle necks and cardigans (she’ll take them (so will Aegon)) he dresses to impress.

Her and Aegon are like this pair of scruffs who hate wearing tight restricting pants and shoes that hurt your feet with plain boring T-shirts. They go shopping together forced by Aemond but they buy the stupidest shit: accessories for their matching crocs, alien necklaces? Glow in the dark headbands, they once got matching lightsaber belt buckles. If they aren’t accompanied by Aemond they’ll come home with a pet frog if possible.

Aemond loves her though, she’s smart, she’s pretty, she gets along with his family (even if they first thought she was Aegon but female… you know a scruff) she just prefers being comfy. It’s a shock to people who see them, they’d expect his girlfriend to be someone who wears Mary Janes and sweater vests and knee high socks. Now she does wear knee high socks they’re just green and have ET on them, Aegon got them for her he has the red Chewbacca ones. Instead they see this little gremlin looking girl who has multicoloured crocs, with butterfly and beetle and lady bird jewellery on them (thank you Helaena), with some black shorts and a Yoda T-shirt with a skill jacket??? What the fuck.

Yeah she looks homeless but she’s clean, she just looks like a scruff. If it’s an important occasion she’ll dress to impress and you wouldn’t even realise it’s her she looks amazing. Trust though that in the back of her car she has some flip flops for when her feet hurt.

He loves his gremlin girlfriend <3

Aemond loves his gf that looks homeless most of the time ❤️

#tin talks

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auld-a · 2 years

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omg i saw the Hua Cheng!Mc post and i know i have to ask— 1st years +dorm leaders with Wei Wuxian!Mc? (if it's too many characters you can just do dorm leaders, i love my demonic chaos gremlin and your writing is just *chef's kiss*)

Dorm Leaders + First Years x Wei Wuxian!Yuu

Fair warning, I’ve never read any of the stuff he’s in even though I really want to😭 Therefore I will be using the WIKI so if I get anything wrong please excuse me

If you took a shot everytime Wei teases someone you’d go blackout

🌹Riddle Rosehearts🌹

They wouldn’t get along immediately

Wei is not one to follow rules, you can probably take a guess as to why that’s a deal breaker for Riddle

It doesn’t mean Wei won’t tease him though

Probably worse than Floyd tbh

He respects Riddle’s strive for “justice” (mainly just staying in line) but he thinks it’s going the wrong direction

He punishes those who care for him just because he follows noticeably idiotic rules which aren’t in place for protection or justice, but are in place due to personal interest

Long way to say Wei doesn’t like them

He’s the first one who races to help Riddle during his overblot though

He believes despite everything Riddle shouldn’t be the one who’s punished because of his past

This is literally canon to the writer therefore it’s canon to me

Any time Riddle is about to do the Off With Your Head thing and Wei feels like said person doesn’t deserve it, he’ll intentionally be the one to get hit instead

Then Riddle and Wei start scolding each other which turns into a yelling match

But truly Riddle just doesn’t want him to be so self-sacrificing when he doesn’t need to be

It worries him that it will have worse consequences in the future even if it’s what Wei thinks is right

Wei greatly despises Riddle’s mother since she played a great role in Riddle’s suffering as an innocent child

So if he ever sees her it’s on site

Also Riddle will think it’s very cultured of Wei to play the flute, he thinks having artistic experience in general is very important

But then he sees the flute control the dead

Riddle: 😐😑🫥

He’s dealt with too much BS to deal with this

He knows he essentially plays god but he rarely acknowledges it unless need be

It’s not even because he thinks it’s bad, he’s just truly very tired

❤️Ace Trappola❤️

Besties right off the bat

Idk I just know they like to fuck shit up together

You two were probably playing a prank around Halloween time

Part of it involved “raising the dead”

I put it in quotation marks bc Ace thought Wei was exaggerating

Like he would just dress up as a zombie or something

He did not

Ace needs some time to process wtf he just saw

He comes to the conclusion that he needs to know how he did it

THEN THE ACE APPRENTICESHIP BEGINS

Or at least that’s what Ace says, Wei isn’t convinced (I don’t even think it’s possible for Ace to do it)

But Ace is determined nonetheless

He slowly tries to chip away at Wei

Wei is hella stubborn but he can’t lie he finds Ace’s determination endearing so he gives it a shot

It goes how you probably expect

There are undead people everywhere, Riddle is screaming at them, this is the best day of Floyd’s life, Leona’s sleeping etc.

The building is probably on fire and Ace is trying to figure out how to make dead people die again

Wei’s just kind of off in the corner thinkin “….I’m gonna kiss him”

So that’s what happened :D

Ace probably tried to play it off all cool n crap but I’m just saying if a tall, handsome man with dark long hair kissed me I would be blushing all over too

After that even though it’s been confirmed that they both have feelings for each other Ace still acts like he’s in the unrequited love phase by trying to impress Wei whenever he gets the chance

Wei knows what he’s doing and stupidly enough it’s working

I just think they’re both a little stupid with Wei being caretaker stupid and Ace being ‘has to be cartak-ed’ stupid

♠️Deuce Spade♠️

Deuce would be a goody two shoes and be like “We shouldn’t mess with the dead >:(“

Wei: I love you but i did not ask

But yeah I don’t think Deuce likes Wei’s power

He respects its power, but he genuinely doesn’t believe it’s smart to play god

One of the very few times he has the group braincell

He probably turns like mom friend or something and is like “Karma’s gonna come for you smh”

Good thing Wei likes milfs

Wei’s stupidity and audacity to fuck with the laws of nature is attractive to Deuce for some reason or maybe I’m just projecting

Funnily enough, even though he doesn’t think it’s a good idea, whenever there’s severe danger, aka overblots, Deuce is the first one to be like “DO THE THING”

Wei does a shit eating grin and Deuce always knows what he’s about to say

“Oh but I thought KaRmA wOuLd CoMe FoR mE”

Just a very confusing dynamic but one that’s fun to watch

I also think Deuce would simultaneously joke about fighting Wei/saying he “hates him” but anyone who’s genuinely disrespectful towards Wei he would throw hands with

I’m torn between the idea of Wei threateningly standing behind him when Deuce challenges someone to a fight and lightly whispering “Don’t” to the opponent

Or being off to the side sipping tea and being his No. 1 fangirl

Either way, Wei is Deuce’s little meow meow that’s committed war crimes and Deuce is Wei’s himbo

🦁Leona Kingscholar🦁

wei would call him el gato don’t hate i’m just god’s messenger

To be fully honest with you

Wei is giving very much Ruggie 2.0

Which means Wei and Ruggie get along amazingly and their major bonding point is irritating Leona as much as possible

Leona is genuinely scared/hj

Just to mess with Leona I feel like Wei would flirt with his sister in law

“I know you’re my date to this stupid ball my brother made me come to but do not do anything stu-“ ”damn that lady over there lookin hella fine😫” ”THATS THE FUCKING QUEEN”

But in all seriousness he cares a lot about Leona and seeing him be happy and succeed, he just doesn’t know any other way to display it

When Leona takes naps, sometimes Wei will give him a forehead kith and a blanket or just something soft in general

But most times he’d go like “Awwwww🥹” and not even 5 seconds later he’s dropping him into a body of water

At first that is definitely a point of irritation for Leona but he knows he can’t stop him so he adapts

He now he always has a snorkel and goggles on him to sleep in the water

Wei loves this game they play but everyone else thinks Leona’s dead

One time when Leona slept for like 12+ hours straight in the pool, Savanclaw fell into chaos

There was no mourning for their fallen king (except maybe Jack) everyone was just at each other’s throats trying to determine who their next ruler would be

Wei was just smiling in the corner

There’s nothing that will ever be more entertaining than watching a bunch of overgrown cats and dogs howling at each other

Ruggie knows what’s going on and fist-bumps Wei

He also takes the opportunity to steal from Leona’s room

Eventually when Leona woke up Wei was waiting by the pool with a towel and the news on everything that happened that day

Leona didn’t even care to deal with it until the next day

They snuggle, Leona says it’s for “warmth”, Wei knows it’s just an excuse for physical contact🥰

🐺Jack Howl🐺

He would fear him

Because SAD FACT Wei has cynophobia (extreme fear of dogs) due to his background having to fight with dogs for food on the streets

He would avoid Jack like the plague

Even if they don’t know each other very well Jack would feel bad

He thinks it’s due to his scary demeanor so he tries to make friends

It takes a while to see noticeable progress

It’s not until Jack notices Wei shrinking in on himself less and not fidgeting with his clothing as much that he’s comfortable saying they’re at least friends

But because of all the time and effort put into building up their relationship this actually made them both develop romantic feelings for one another

Jack definitely wouldn’t feel like Wei likes him back therefore Wei is the one to confess

Wei teases him for the noticeable tail wag

Speaking of which, once they’re in an established relationship Wei would be touching Jack’s fluffy tail and ears CONSTANTLY

Because he knows they’re sensitive spots for him

Jack is kind of like Wei’s exposure therapy but Jack can’t say he’s displeased because it leads to lots of hugs

And if he were to say that it would be a noticeable lie due to his tail wagging every time Wei is around

🐙Azul Ashengrotto🐙

Business opportunity

I do not know how Azul can benefit from the raising the dead thing

But he’ll find a way

But he can definitely make some bank on the flute abilities

At first I think Wei agrees to play for the lounge as a way to make a little cash

But how could he ever pass up the opportunity to relentlessly tease a tiny Octo-man

Maybe I’m wrong but I think Floyd and him would get along well

And I think Wei is cool with Jade

I’m honestly kinda thinking Little Mermaid style romance but replace the voice of an angel with really impress flute skills

The more Azul hears him playing at the lounge, the more he’s like “Wow I never noticed how good he is with his mouth, or his long luscious hair, or charming smile, or smooth hands, or-“

Azul thinks it’s just admiration

Wei can tell by the blush on his face that it’s not

Their first kiss is when Monstro Lounge is closing up for the night

It’s only Azul, Wei and the twins left

Azul is doing last minute paperwork, Jade and Floyd are cleaning except Floyd’s not really cleaning because he’s too busy being a nuisance with Wei

At a time when Wei and Azul are alone it starts off with Wei teasing him for his ‘admiration’

Obviously this is pretty embarrassing for the octopus

I do not know how or why but Wei convinced him to kiss him bc according to him “If you kiss me but don’t feel anything then I’ll agree that you don’t like me”

Maybe OOC for Azul to try to prove himself like that but he agrees

Azul did in fact feel something emotional

They probably made out or smthg

After that it’s the Scary businessman boss x Very Hot Worker

Just Wei strolling in and sitting on his lap while Azul is in meetings

It takes a while to get used to but once Azul does it’s something he barely notices

The clients are insanely confused though

There’s probably a lot of dudes stopping by the lounge trying to woo Wei

But then Wei’s mean, small, and angry bf comes out and they scram

Power couple❤️

🥳Kalim Al-Asim🥳

HE JOINS THE POP MUSIC CLUB AND SHREDS ON THE FLUTE

im crying

its canon

that would be so amazing

Just like

Kalim makes Wei so happy

It’s like an infectious laugh personfied

Like things suck but their positivity rubs off on you yk?

Wei does a lot of stupid shit and since Kalim is down for anything he’s constantly dragging him into stupid situations

Like setting the school kitchen on fire

Or the halls in sticky notes (Kalim put little compliments on some)

Jamil is in pain

But Wei also sympathizes with Jamil so sometimes he tries to give him a break by just taking Kalim to do stupid crap where Jamil can’t reach them

The image of Kalim and Wei on the magic carpet while Wei is shredding on the flute, undead bodies everywhere

Incredible

Kalim doesn’t know how to feel abt Wei’s ability

On one hand he thinks it’s super cool

On the other it’s very scary

He enjoys admiring it from a distance

Wei likes to learn dance moves from Kalim

It’s just a silly goofy time

Kalim SPOILS him

He knows about how Wei grows up and that’s why he feels the need to give him the nicest things

Even if Kalim never tells him this specifically he knows what he’s doing and the idea that someone literally wants to give him the world to make up for the fact that he was treated like garbage BY the world is so 🥺🥹😭😩❤️

I so desperately want them to perform the hardest rock concert with the pop club and Wei is head banging on the fucking flute

Please I need it so bad

🦚Vil Schoenheit🦚

Wei is on his knees tbh

It’s kind of like he teases Vil for how much effort he puts into something kinda useless but he’s also like “I’d smash tho”

Idk if Wei knows how to do makeup but I think he’d pick up on it pretty fast

He doesn’t usually put any on himself tho, he’s god’s favorite there’s no need

He likes to joke with Vil that he needs the makeup but Vil knows he’s joking

He’s also god’s favorite, he’s simply accentuating it

Tbh idk what to put for them here

It’s kind of like hot sophisticated malewife x hot chaotic malewife

Idk why I’m so obsessed with carrying positions but Wei would undoubtedly carry Vil by his thighs wherever they go

Speaking of thighs Wei is obsessed with them

He always makes those kinds of jokes that aren’t really jokes about how he wants to die between Vil’s thighs

One time in physical combat, Vil did that move where you incapacitate your opponent by tightly wrapping your legs around their neck

Wei definitely could’ve won but he chose not to

He may have lost the battle but he won the war

Vil is also incredibly tired to fully acknowledge the power Wei holds

It makes for some pretty epic photoshoots with Vil though

Especially for Halloween

Rook follows Wei obsessively

I’m split between Wei being irritated or going with it and helping Rook annoy Vil with his simpery

You can choose

🍎Epel Felmier🍎

Wei: “omfg is that a midget”

Epel: “I may be short but that means I have easier access to your vulnerable knee caps”

That’s it

That’s the entire relationship

Wei teasing him for being short, Epel threatening him with violence

You know how Ace and Wei are chaos buddies

Yeah Epel and Wei are “kill off the entirety of humanity and destroy all physical beings for funsies” kind of couple

It’s bad

Like really bad

For everyone else, not for them, they’re having the time of their lives

Epel is No. 1 instigator

I can’t get this out of my head you know those cat videos

Like the ones where the owners make the cat look like they’re dancing

Epel and Wei

Epel is the cat

Just dangling from Wei’s hands who is making him dance to hyperpop

I’m sorry

But like, Epel also wants to be taught how to do what Wei does

Like really fucking bad

It goes abt the same as it did for Ace, but instead of Epel begging him he does a bunch of stupid shit to prove his strength and that he is worthy of wielding such power

Wei isn’t actually convinced but he’s got a crush he’s only so powerful

The building is on fire pt. 2

But this time they somehow managed to make demon monsters

They don’t know what to do, everyone is screaming, Floyd has already created an apocalyptic hierarchy

Epel tried to argue with Wei about how he did it wrong (as if Epel knows wtf he’s doing💀)

Idk how but it ended in a kiss

Arguing is romantic

👾Idia Shroud👾

……………….he would play “emo boy” by ayesha on the flute anytime he’s around

I do not know how he learned it

Or why he even bothered to

But he did

And it was only for Idia

I think Idia and him met very similarly to how Idia and Lilia interact

Meaning Wei discovered online games and met Idia through there

Wei playing video games would be so funny

He’d either be an absolute troll or gets insulted and puts your gaming rep in the ground

Idk if playing flute translates to gaming but I think it would and this mf got hella dexterity

Idia and him meet on a first person shooter where they talk absolute trash on each other and spend the whole time targeting one another

This blossomed into a really good friendship

Like friendly rivals

Wei with his infinite charisma convinces Idia to meet in person

Then it’s the spiderman meme

Because of course who hasn’t heard of the necromancer that came from another universe just to enroll in a random all boy’s school?

But apparently he’s a gamer too???????

Idia is very intimidated

This is the most high level boss he’s ever had to face and he did not come in nearly as prepared as he should

It takes a while but Idia barely notices him becoming really close to Wei

He’s just very comfortable a lot more than he is with other people

He actually wants to do more social activities as long as it’s with Wei

Eventually they kind of become like a duo, like the people that if they got in a friend group would still be better friends with each other than they are for the rest of the group

As they continue to get more comfortable with each other they barely notice that they essentially have approached romantic borders

When they actually admit they like each other as more than friends basically nothing changes

Gamer boyfriends🥰

🐉Malleus Draconia🐉

this

og meme by @BTS4327 on twitter

I know Malleus is supposedly powerful but no amount of strength will ever be able to top bringing back the dead

This only fuels the rumors of him being scary n crap

“He’s so evil that his partner is capable of making the dead his mindless slaves😱”

In the other room Lilia is explaining to them how to play Candy Land

He definitely isn’t but I just feel like Wei is taller than Malleus

It just fits

But Wei would be the one to be bridal carried

Even though Wei is old as crap he gets modern memes and like a language, you must speak it to be fluent

Malleus understands nothing but that’s not new

But bc Wei is old asf he can more easily explain newer concepts to Malleus

Wei thought it would be funny to teach Malleus the “do u know da wae” meme

Wei and Lilia are absolutely delighted

But the rest of the students at NRC have never wanted to die more

With that said these mf’s would kill and die for each other

They both protect the crap out of each other knowing their partner is fully capable of doing it themselves

But just imagine pissing off Wei, then you have a dragon coming at you

Or annoying Malleus (you’d have to have balls of steel to do so) and you have a horde of the undead on the way

The moment Malleus overblots, Wei is willing to rip the universe apart to get him back

I don’t know why but there’s just a deep and intricate connection between them that’s second to none

Talk shit get hit

⚡️Sebek Zigvolt⚡️

Sebek really looks up to Wei but refuses to say so

He also has thoughts of “Oh my Wei is more powerful than master” but then immediately berates himself for even thinking such a thing

As a result he’s very cold to Wei, not because he wants to but because he doesn’t want to risk the chance of “betraying” his master by seeing anyone as better than him

Therefore he keeps him at a distance

I don’t even think Wei would notice Sebek trying to keep him at arm’s length, or if he did he simply did not care

He wanted to be friends with pretty crocodile fairy

And that’s what he did

Lilia teased Sebek a lot both for the romantic and platonic parts of their relationship

“Aw you made a new friend Bek! Look at you all grown up🥰 where does the time go🥲”

But also “Don’t take it too harshly Wei, I think he’s mean to you because he LiKeS yOu”

(Side note: For any young one reading this, even if a person likes you that doesn’t give them a pass to be mean to you. You’re not required to deal with it just to spare their feelings)

It takes a lot of time for Sebek to understand the concept that he can like others while still holding respect for his master

And that those are two different parts of his life that only interfere if he lets them

Tbh I don’t think they’d even get together until Sebek is almost out of NRC

But they’ve also become very close in the time they’ve known each other and acknowledge that they’ve basically been playing the role of an old married couple in their previous school years, just minus the title

Did I mention they’re like an old married couple?

Bc they definitely are

Sebek = malewife that argues abt the stupidest shit

Wei = girlboss who lets him have a one sided argument but also looks at him like he’s the sun and moon

My own writing is starting to make me like Sebek more💀

I just love the “unnecessarily angry all the time x person who’s pretty chill but likes their partner’s fire” dynamic

Sebek would scold him for raising the dead

Crap abt respect n stuff

Wei gives him a rock-flute concert to taunt him

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ripperdoc-is-daddy · 2 years

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CPR

MINORS DNI TW: Raunchy Song mention, Vague sexual suggestion/references, Reader is Black Female, AAVE

(Don't know who to credit the pic with, found online, dm if you know?)

(Best if listened with “Cupcakke-CPR”)

• First time he saw you he was very intrigued.

• You were rappin’ to a stuffed Hippo in a Mom ‘n Pop bookstore

• Livin’ your best life

• The Hippo had on a Santa hat • That’s not weird in July, right?

• Anywaaays

• CPR is probably not a song to be jammin’ to in public.

• It was a pretty slow day to be fair.

• He was impressed with your ability to keep up

• He only knows the song because of Tengen

• The two of you reminded him of Gremlins

• He opts to not disturb you and leave you to your fun

• Next time he sees you it’s at a mutual’s party.

• You are whinin’ with one of Tengen’s wives.

• He is very impressed with the low drop.

• He is so entranced by that bubble booty goin’ that he doesn’t notice that you caught him open mouth staring.

• Is that drool? It is most def drool in the corner of his mouth

• You are devious and start dancing just for him.

• Kyojuro is sharp and notices a shift in atmosphere happening but isn’t quite sure you are making eye contact with him on purpose or if his staring was being perceived as rude.

• Excuses himself from the room and goes to the kitchen to get a drink.

• Mans is thirsty. Not for water

• You are put out by him leaving

• Tengen watches snickering.

• You decide to take matters into your own hands

• Catching up to him in the kitchen you observe him chugging water like it’s a lifeline

• His back is to you.

Slowly you creep up behind him. Standing on your tip-toes you lean into him and whisper in his ear. “I got somethin’ that can quench your thirst.” His eyes widen and his face blushes hard enough to match the flame tips of his hair. He chokes a bit on his water and you take a step back to give him space. You aren’t sure if he is actually interested as it gets quiet for a bit. When mans finally turns around you are thinking you read the room wrong. He was definitely drooling. Just as you are about to leave you feel and arm snake around your waist pulling you close to him. A hand appears under your chin tilting your head up towards to his face. Your eyes glance at his lips, still wet from the water he was drinking. Kyo watched amused af. He narrows that gap with haste and places those plush lips on yours. A pleasant hum is heard from him. He approves of the taste of your lip balm. You are taken aback momentarily as this man has flipped the tables on you. The two of you get lost is a nice like snogg sess. You and Kyojuro get along smashingly that night. The following night as well. The next event y’all are both invited to you show up as a pair. It’s a friendly get together with the rest of crew. Kyojuro disappears for a while which isn’t really a concern, but a little odd for him to dip while you are there and not even tell anyone. Come back 20 minutes later face flushed and bright smile on his face. You are curious as to what is going on with him but wait him out. Seems he literally went out to run and errand. When he finally catches his breath you are presented with the hippo you were dancing with a few days ago. Tengen and his wives are staring wit h mirth. Kyojuro looks you directly in the eyes and questions your live saving skills. It takes you a full second before you understand what he means. Now it is time for you to blush. Your dark caramel skin gets a mild rosey tint to it. A cough is heard behind the both of you. Tengen knows what is up and waggles his eyebrows at the two of you when you turn around. Y’all politely excuse yourselves. Apparently, you got a CPR refresher course to do with Kyojuro.

Kyojuro is very confident in your ability to preform such life saving measures in the future.

#kyojuro rengoku x black reader #kyojuro rengoku x black!reader #kyojuro x you #kyojuro x y/n #rengoku x black!reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x reader #rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #demon slayer #demon slayer kyojuro

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akitothemightydorito · 11 months

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YES HELLO INFODUMP PLS AND THANK U I wish to know about reader design, and designs in general, and also all the other characters (very curious about u mentioning Gregory - how is the chaos gremlin gonna show up, I need to know)

Info dump pt.1

YESS FINALLY!!! I GET TO INFO DUMP RAHHHH!!!!

So I did mention that Gregory would be introduced and we do in fact have an early concept of him when the prologue and other chapters were fleshed out (by the way art isn’t mine!! It’s my co-writers !!)

Here are two drawings of him! The one of the left is one “before he was trapped on island” and “After a while he was on the island” 2 years before reader to be exact which doesn’t really show much other than he’s a sneaky little bugger when reader encounters him. And oh boy is he a nuisance! Before the main plot begins Gregory was stranded after Eclipse attacked the ship he was on that he sneaked on to get away from the orphanage he lived in and pretty much was caught in the unfortunate event of Eclipse taking notice.

You could say Gregory was in a similar boat to the reader (I’m funny I swear-) and was saved somehow he survived drowning. Gregory eventually comes across Freddy and long story short he gets adopted by the giant grizzly (I’ll show size comparison soon !!) and becomes the local menace. Like, bro literally now thinks he’s invincible with Freddy by his side!? Mess with Monty and enter his territory? Freddy is there to quickly deescalate the territorial croc and remove Gregory as soon as he gets word, Greg is given a stern talking to for the nth time now. Oh what’s that? Gregory is provoking Roxy and Chica again? DAMMIT GREGORY WE DONT NEED MORE FIGHTS (context: Roxy and Chica aren’t on good terms early on due to competing for the same territory for the open plains)

All in all I think you can guess a few ways Gregory might make a first impression on the reader >:3

Okay moving onto Freddy!! The father bear himself! So I don’t remember all heights of the characters off by heart and the part where I discussed them is waaaaaayyyyyy back in a chat so until I get it I’m gonna try and estimate on what faint memory I have! Freddy is based of a brown grizzly and has a human like figure but mixed in with bear with lots of fur! His lightning marks and stripes have been turned into scars from an old conflict, of what? We don’t know since not even Gregory can pry it out from him….maybe it’s reluctance??

Here is some of the concepts! I’ll show the size difference below separately!! But yeah I hope this helps get an idea of what he’s supposed to look like!! Freddy is also known to keep the peace’s between everyone (and to keep Gregory in check-). He’s a friendly fellow but…he wasn’t always so tame before…never mind!

HABSHEINEBSUW EVERY TIME I SEE THIS I WANNA JUST SQUEEZE WHATEVER IS CLOSET RAHHH-

Freddy is basically the best to give out cuddles and a great napping partner, rivaled by DJ Music man though!

NOW I’m just gonna quickly move onto the MC themselves, Y/n!! OMG I AM SO EXCITED!! as you have probably seen in the prologue of EOTE (eyes of the eclipse. Shorter title) then you know that reader is German in WWII but!! They aren’t exactly one to see eye to eye with the views on Jews and so they vowed to help any Jew they could escape the county and basically be a human smuggler for Jews! The design I showed where reader is in a trench coat actually is what they use to get around, find sources of where Jews are being transported etc. basically just a disguise out of their Dad’s cloths. Reader also worked in a factory like some people did wearing overalls since both men and woman wore them during the mid 1930’s! (Same can also be said for Gregory’s clothes but for the early 30’s)

Headcannon: since Y/n and Gregory are both from Germany and speak both English and German, they like to confuse the others on the island on purpose by suddenly switching languages mid conversation! They also say curses in German either as a reflex or accident if it makes sense

I just find my own little HC funny hehe.

Next up we have Roxy!!! She actually is one character I remember the height for exactly and the reason I can remember Eclipse’s as well lol. She’s actually an astounding 7’3 when on her hind legs. The reason for her very tall height is because she is based off one of these:

RED MAINED WOLVES BABY!!! this also makes sense as to why she’s alone and doesn’t want to have a pack as well as wanting to have the plains for herself as she feels more in her element in taller grass! He legs and paws also have that same gradient of black fur going on as well as her having a puffy mane and fur. I also may or may not have said she is able to run top speed when she runs on all fours thus being a good way to scare reader :p

Like I mentioned she is able to walk and run on all 4’s just like she can on two legs but she prefers going on all 4’s though. Makes her hunts more easier and keep that pesky bird out her DAMMN Territory!! >:/

Only have 1 rough sketch of her so far since reader is yet to encounter Roxy or anyone else haha but here take in the tall maned beauty in all her glory! :D

Her more early concepts. Might have more added to her soon though 👀 (shhh!)

She isn’t one for being all that social and is Gregory’s #2 target whenever he feels like causing issues and risking his life. She also sometimes accidentally stumbles across Chico’s territory a few times which leads to a few scuffles and chase outs between the two so no one’s really surprised, Freddy manages to stop them before things get rough tho!!

Okay I have some juice left to dump about 1 more character before I pass out! ITS DJMM!!!! AHHHH so, so…He is a HUGE Drider that lives in a cave deep in the forest of the island. I have a few sketches but I can’t find them at the moment but in my next info dump I’ll be sure to get them! So basically he gives the vibe a jumping spider would: Harmless and sweet! Which is true when he’s Docile and unthreatened but when that changes he can show off his huge venomous fangs that can paralyze and even be lethal depending on dosage. Did I mention he also has soft fuzz on his boddy but not entirely covering his carapace? No? Oh well yeah he does but that also plays part in his threatening stance! He has the ability to shoot out barbed hairs out just like a tarantula (I physically shivered when I typed that, ugh!) but also be wary for his webs! Not only are his fangs and fluff a problem but also his webs! They have the consistency of a Golden ord weaver: strong and resilient but also soft and silky so if you’re caught, you’re trapped there for good!

Another small detail I wanna mention is the mini Music man’s in the SB game that chase you through the vents have basically become a cluster of mini driders (perhaps some young MM adopted ??) and so he is basically a protective father over all of them so anything coming their way is a threat on sight! You enter the cave without him knowing and your done for pal, game over!! >•<. Also, Also MM doesn’t speak verbally but he does communicate through chirps and other vocal sounds he’s able to make like clicks as well!! (He’s so sweet!!)

Okay that’s part 1 of this info dump done but I got more coming this way!! I got Monty, Chica, Sun, Moon and Eclipse to do next!!

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hollyhomburg · 1 year

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I'm the moodboard anon from yesterday and firstly I would like to say that I will tolerate zero slander about this chapter. I had 4 favorite bily chapters and it has now grown to five.

I think that the mc is one of those people that you can just tell are vulnerable and easily manipulated and Moonbyul could smell it a mile away just like geumjae. It has always seemed like she was trying to take advantage of her in one way or the other but I definitely didn't think she was being used like that.

I love her relationship with Tae, its the sweetest and tbh I'm extremely jealous. I too wish I had a girlfriend to cuddle and do make up with and help pick out my outfits ☹️

I completely melted on the floor for alpha Joonie, he's the absolute cutest thing ever. Their date was so sweet and he's so attentive and their first kiss 🥴🥺😳 He was really about to end the poor clerk for looking at her and Noodle the wrong way 😂 ugh pack alpha Joonie makes me feel so small and swoony 🥰🥰🥰

Noodle had me cracking up i absolutely love gremlin cats (also i may or may not have been a little weepy when she was describing her fear and compared herself to noodle)

The surprise smut at the end took me out.

“Just because we can’t- breed” Namjoon stumbles over the inarticulate language, too preoccupied with kissing you. The stuttering in your pulse under his lips. “-Doesn’t mean we can make each other feel good pup.”

LISTEN I swear on everything I love that this one paragraph had me dizzy, like my vision was a little blury and everything. You, my friend, can really drag me from reality right into your stories.

I know it's not always easy to be okay and you're not always going to feel confident in your writing but it made me really happy that you communicated that to us. I hope things feel better for you soon ❤

But seriously 10/10 this chapter was amazing 😁😁😁

Ahhh I’ll stop slandering the chapter then 🥺 you guys have convinced me <3

Honestly you 🤝 me (wanting a girlrelationship like bily Tae and m/c) I think it’s just a question of how sapphic I can make them at this point. The idea of the m/c cuddling into Tae’s chest, her wearing a silk little dressing gown and a embroidered silk robe, the m/c in her softest little matching pj’s set, all close and warm and pretty, like I have so much love in my heart and until I can give it to someone else I’m gonna write every ounce of it into bily Tae and the m/c 😭

Ahhhh bily joonie 🥰 I’m so in love with him as well, I hope that comes across in the writing, I think he’s attentive in a different way from the others, he puts real thought and effort into creating a period of time for the m/c where she can experience something new but safely. He’s a very sentimental pup.

BUT THE SMUTT, I swear you guys aren’t ready for when the m/c finally takes his knot. I’m glad that line impressed you though <3 and here I am just realizing that I’ve forgotten to tag it for breeding kink 😅 lol that’s sloppy work. I don’t think it will surprise anyone that the smut wasn’t originally slated for this chapter but I a weak slut for alpha joonie <3

Thank you for your lovely comment, for some reason my computer crashed the first time that I was trying to respond to this but T-T

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saints-who-never-existed · 10 months

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numbers 1,3,7,8,12,24 for the choose violence ask game

1. the character everyone gets wrong

I answered this one in the previous post by, of course, waxing lyrical about dear sweet Ned.

I don't think everyone gets him wrong necessarily, just that the fandom's view of him is often quite limited and there's not always enough understanding or appreciation of his whole character arc.

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

I’ll not point to any one instance of it but I really hate the take I’ve seen several times on here that can essentially be summed up as “Hur dur isn’t it just so hilarious and fitting that these white colonialist men got their just desserts and died gruesome terrifying deaths? Karma lol” As if – real-life or fictionalised – they don’t deserve sympathy or even the tiniest bit of kindness.

Obviously they aren’t martyrs who should be lionised and obviously colonialism is fucking horrible. No one is saying otherwise, even the show itself isn’t saying otherwise.

But they were real people at the end of the day. Real human beings with rich inner lives, with people who loved them and with a job to do. They weren’t walking up the gangplank rubbing their hands together like supervillains thinking “Fuck yeah lads, can’t wait to snatch up some land and do violence to native peoples!”

I dunno, I just find there’s a really disturbing lack of humanity and compassion in those kinds of takes.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

There aren’t any characters that I actually hate but there are quite a few that I think are often done a disservice by the fandom (just insofar as I’ve seen, obviously everybody is somebody’s special little guy).

I was thinking about Des Voeux the other day, for example, who's an incredibly interesting character whatever way you slice it.

In real life, the dude was like 19, was one of the few who signed the Victory Point note and had the responsibility of commanding men double his age – one has to imagine that he was something pretty special in order to do all that.

In the book, he’s a solid presence from what I remember and is one of the last loyal men standing in the end.

And in the show, he’s pragmatic and ruthless right from the get-go, not to mention that he speaks quite frequently of violence, and yet is trusted specifically by command (namely Fitzjames) right up until Terror Camp. Dude definitely knew how to play the game, at least in some ways.

And yet, all I ever seem to see is him referenced as a horrible little gremlin man with a piss-kink… I’m not saying he can’t also be that but I am saying that he isn’t only that

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

I have a confession to make… I’ve never had any bother telling the different characters apart…!

So yeah, my silly answer is any time people are just wildly incorrect in their white-man-in-navy-uniform identification game. Like in that BTS photo of Dundy throwing down shapes at Fitzjames’ funeral where everyone seems to think it’s Little being miserable beside him where it could not more obviously be Jopson.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

I am very intrigued by Dr Stanley and I think more people should be.

I know this will be unpopular, but I honestly don’t think he’s going out of his way to be a dick on purpose. I just think he’s a deeply damaged, unhappy man who began shutting himself down long before we ever even got to meet him.

And it breaks my heart, not least because there’s still a person in there!

We see just a few wee glimpses of it. I for one love the way he’s just that tiny bit impressed when Goodsir finally back-sasses him, and that’s to say nothing of his scene with Collins. I mean, it’s just about the only time we get to see him attempt a smile! I honestly don’t think Stanley’s unwilling to help in that scene, I just think he’s so far gone himself that he literally lacks the ability to.

Anyway, people shouldn’t necessarily like him but they should have more feelings about him.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

See, I don’t really have an answer for this one as I don’t think I’ve been involved in much discourse beyond my own ramblings…?

That said, the first thing I thought of was a truly outstanding post I saw a while ago but can now no longer find that involved a chart denoting which characters have milk and how likely they’d be to let you suckle at it because, lemme tell you, that post re-terraformed my brain and slapped me straight in the tits.

Not a day goes by that I don’t think of it and find myself disputing character placement and lactation capabilities…

#Ask Game

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mad-madam-m · 2 years

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T&B2 Thoughts: Episode 10 – Pride comes before a fall.

The angst train continues!

- It's interesting that they picked this room as the setting for these serious conversations, about Barnaby in the previous episode and now about Carl in this one. In the first season, this is where all the company CEOs, the mayor, and Yuri met, most notably during the Jake arc. Now, we see the heroes, Agnes, and Yuri in the same room; we haven't really seen the CEOs since the first episode (with a few exceptions) and we haven't seen the mayor, either. It's another sign of how the hero industry has shifted: the company owners aren't really calling the shots anymore, not in the way they used to. The only consistent person between the two is Yuri, as the director of the justice department.

- My fear upon first watching this episode was that they were going to think Kotetsu had been the one to slam Carl up in that tree—he was alone, there wasn't anybody around to corroborate his story, and Agnes and Yuri are both well aware that Kotetsu was going after this guy because he put Barnaby in the hospital. But it wasn't Kotetsu they were thinking about with that line; it was Thomas. Which, obviously—Kotetsu was in his suit and it's got a camera they could check. But I also like to think it's because they know he's not like that. Even when he's furious, Kotetsu doesn't lose control to that degree.

- Looking directly at Kotetsu as soon as they finish saying this and him just like yes I know.

- Although to be fair, like...Kotetsu spent his time looking for Carl because he needed to do something and it’s not like he can make Bunny wake up again, so he put his energy to the next best thing: apprehending the guy who put Bunny in the hospital. It is...not impossible that he would expend the same amount of energy to help out a criminal who’d been hurt, but in this particular case, I think he’s fine with letting the police handle it.

- Love that Sky High is the one to consider Lunatic as the culprit, which, y'know, fair, except that Carl is not burned to a crisp and also is still alive. Bet Yuri was happy he didn't have to try to negotiate that line of questioning for long.

- BRB I need to lay down over how Kotetsu pauses outside Barnaby's hospital room and takes a deep breath to psych himself up for being positive and happy before he goes in.

- One of the things I really appreciate this season is how we do see Kotetsu using his natural goofiness as a mask. Like, it is a part of who he is (we see that in abundance), but he also uses it to hide how he's really feeling 1) so other people feel better and 2) so they don't worry about him. And even though Barnaby can’t see him, Kotetsu is still going to be positive for him because even in a coma, he doesn’t want to worry Bunny.

- This mobile is literally the most terrifying thing they could’ve put in this hospital room, like my God. Just an immediate, visceral reminder that Barnaby is not safe, and in fact, none of the heroes are. And this is the first time they really get a glimpse of that.

- FUCK ME WE’RE INTO IT NOW

- Everybody is with their partners as Agnes breaks the news to them about what happened to Fire Emblem and Sky High. Kotetsu's in the hospital with Barnaby. Antonio and Ivan are in Antonio's van. Thomas and Subaru are working out at the training center, and Ryan, Karina, Pao-lin, and Cat are all in the lounge.

- Okay the superhero attacks in other cities have been mentioned before, so I'm wondering if what Agnes meant is that they were keeping the news that the heroes were all petrified under wraps. It is...not entirely clear.

- "I'm 5'11" and weigh 153 pounds!" Okay I know they're villains but I cannot stop laughing about these absolute chaos gremlins. It is actually really impressive how the show made me like these two, considering how comparatively little screentime they have and how much of it is them being creepy.

- Holy shit Kotetsu is on a hair trigger right now. I know we've seen it, but I like the reminder that he knows how to fight. Even outside his suit, even without his powers, he'd probably have crushed Antonio's throat if he hadn't registered who it was.

- Once again, we get to see Kotetsu and Antonio sitting and talking! Because they are friends! And Antonio is the one who brings up that this almost exactly like what Kotetsu went through when Tomoe was in the hospital. Like damn, every time I think this show can't draw a harder parallel between Barnaby and Tomoe, it goes there. It just absolutely goes there.

- Never ever gonna be over Kotetsu bringing snacks to the guards for looking after Barnaby, all the small ways they show us how thoughtful he is, even when he’s Going Through It.

- Noooooo Kid and Origami no. The way this episode starts the heroes getting picked off, two at a time, is just so like...lowkey horror movie shit we’ve got going on here.

- Will you please just let Dragon Kid zap them, Ivan!!

- Also hilarious that it is not actually a trick; Fugan and Mugan really are just having an argument because they’re Like That.

- Okay honestly. HONESTLY. How did they believe it when Mugan said his power was invisibility?? Just looking at the way Mugan moves in the fight scene, he’d have to have super speed or something as well. There is no way he moves like that just by turning invisible; I’m surprised they didn’t notice. Probably just too focused on trying to hit him.

- Thomas for the love of God will you stop being a twit and just tell them what you're doing

- I really, really like how Kid and Origami fought together in this battle with Mugan. Origami's powers aren't very good for offense, but he's really good at looking for the right time to spring a surprise attack, and they work together beautifully without even speaking. Like. This season goes hardcore on giving everybody some very solid screentime and also showing us how well the heroes have gotten at working together, and not just the ones who are partners. It’s such a beautiful way of displaying their growth from season 1.

- But lord, I cannot relax while Kid and Origami are on the phone with everyone, even though it looks like everything is good because you just fucking know Mugan is lying.

- GAH

- I know I say this so much during these episodes, but poor Cat, holy shit. This is her first season with Hero TV, she's a literal child, and now she's just watched the partner that she adores and looks up to get abducted and she could do nothing. She's not handling any of this well and understandably so. And when she drops to the ground and sobs...yeah, Cat. A mood.

#Tiger & Bunny #Tiger and Bunny #Tiger & Bunny 2 #M watches TNB #M rambles #M writes meta #the roller coaster of feelings has started and there's no getting off until the end of the arc

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