#// plus i'm weak for redheads

[makostrife]

still thinking about reno and his possible backstory & family but i need to be strong

[seventeencryinghorses-blog]

Dude I keep trying to do my book report but the book is so boring bro. I feel bad saying that since it's based on a true story but I'm trying my best. I might be cooked though it's due today. Have this that I wrote instead.

Charm You to Jealousy

Shanks x top male reader. Smut. Reader gets jealous because Shanks is handsome. Spoilers for Ep 1112. This isn't dubcon Shanks just likes being whiny. 3,180~ words.

“Haha..” Shanks laughs awkwardly as he catches the woman that lunged onto him. Everyone around him fawns over him, worrying over if he’s going to be okay or that he doesn’t need to be the one to defeat Kid. He’s flattered, he really is, but he needs to get going! He doesn’t mean to underestimate Kid, but he doesn’t overestimate him either. He holds the woman to his body for a moment before pulling back and walking to the dock. He turns back to look at them “Don’t worry, our enemies are famously weak.” The redhead says cheekily. It’s only when his expression lands on you that it falters ever so slightly. There’s a smile on your face as you look at how beloved he is, the way women he’s most likely been with before you swoon over him, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. It’s when he’s about to say bye to you, to try and show he hasn’t forgotten about you, when his eyes widen and his observation haki gives him a vision of an unfortunate future. Panic fills his mind and he takes one quick glance at you then quickly jumps off to save everyone. You watch him go, it’s to be expected. How admirable he is, you love him for that; plus, your comfort in the moment is much less than the lives of countless. You look down at the women that were with him, resting your chin on your hand. They’re pretty, the type of women Shanks was into before you two started to date. You don’t have their large breasts or their soft features, nor the body meant to connect with someone the opposite gender. You aren’t one to feel too insecure about that, of course. It’s been proven enough that Shanks is more than into you. You look out into the ocean, watching as your love saves the day once again. An ugly emotion blooms in your heart, unwelcome and dark.

…………..

After everything is done, he finally gets a moment to rest his mind. Looking at the sinking ship of the Kid pirates, he sighs. “Kids these days get too strong too fast.” He says as he walks further onto the Red Force. Shanks expected Kid to have gotten stronger, but enough to destroy multiple ships at once was unexpected. It’s then that your expression comes to mind, the smile that didn’t reach your eyes. He looks around a few times after he remembers but doesn’t see you “Shit.” He mumbles to himself. His crew overhears this and start to snicker despite Shanks’s small panic.

“In trouble, Captain?” Yasopp asks teasingly and Shanks sighs as they sail back to the island’s dock.

“Hopefully not too much..” The redhead says, but before he can go look for you inside the ship, people call for him. ‘Dammit.’ What’s worse, he feels your gaze on him. It’s harsh, and he resists the urge to shiver. He needs to go find you, but he should calm his subordinates first. He hops off of the ship and, again, a woman hugs his waist. She clings to him happily and he puts his hand on her hip, trailing it up to pat her back. “See? I told you everything would be fine.” He tells everyone.

“You took care of him so easily! We have to have a celebration!” One of the men say and Shanks, for the first time in a long while, actually feels not that excited for a celebration. He’s always excited to drink, of course, but the longer he keeps you waiting the worse things are going to be.

“A celebration for beating such a weak pirate?” He asks, raising a brow. “You sure you aren’t just using me as an excuse to party?”

“Nonsense! Our chief saving our island and people is always a cause for celebration!” The man responds and everyone cheers.

‘This isn’t working out.’ Shanks thinks to himself. “That sounds great but I should get going.”

“Ehhh? Already?” They all yell. “We wanted to thank you for saving us though!”

“Yeah, sorry. No need to thank me either, it’s my fault a big shot came to this island.” The captain continues to try and escape from the people, picking up a few women to place them further back. Beckman watches this, amused. He almost considers letting the redhead deal with this himself, but alas, he is the first mate and he is supposed to help the captain.

“C'mon everyone, let the Captain rest.” Beckman tells them, patting one of them on the back while he motions for the other townspeople to leave as well.

“Yeah, don’t tire him out now, he’s gonna need his energy!” Lucky Roux says knowingly with a laugh, making Shanks cringe.

“Well, okay. See you later Chief!” The women and men say, a few giving him a kiss on the cheek. Once they’re gone Shanks sighs in relief, then slowly trails his vision over to you, sweating as he notices an even more insincere smile on your face. You narrow your eyes sinisterly and head inside the ship. He curses and quickly makes his way inside too.

“We’ll save you a seat, Captain!” Lucky yells to him.

“Yeah, and we’ll make sure it’s cushioned too!” Yasopp adds and they all start to laugh, voices fading as Shanks follows you. He trails through the halls and eventually finds you, grabbing your shoulder to turn you towards him.

“Heyyyy!” He says with a friendly voice, “You know they don’t mean anything to me, right, love? Well not ‘anything’ but not like you-” He’s interrupted as you grab his collar and pull him into a rough kiss. He takes a step back, and you pin him to the wall. He shivers slightly as your tongue slips into his mouth and his into yours, intertwining the two muscles. Shanks grips onto your arm and groans softly when you lick the roof of his mouth. With that, you pull away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you for a moment. His face flushed as he catches his breath, voice full of anxious hope. “...Is this a sign you’re not that mad at me…?” The redhead asks, panicking as one of your hands slips under his shirt and grips tightly onto his waist. Your eyes narrow and your smile widens.

“What do you think?”

_______________________

“Hah~ nnGH~!” Shanks groans into the pillow, clutching the sheets beside his head like a lifeline as you slam into his lifted hips mercilessly. He’s already cum twice, you once, sweat glistening on his back as the muscles tense under your hand with every thrust. Your other hand goes to his hair and pulls his head up, his mind swimming as you lean over him.

“Don’t hide now, thought you loved the attention?” Your voice rumbles into his ear and his dick twitches, his eyes rolling back for a second when an especially hard pump hits his prostate harshly.

“s..sorry soRRy- AHh~!” Shanks moans with a gasp as you spank him, the hand on his back moving to squeeze one of his pecs.

“No, there’s nothing to apologize for. How could I blame my lover for being himself? Even if he’s an attention whore.” You pinch his swollen nipple harshly, sending pain and pleasure through his body. “I’ll give you the attention you crave, enough to feel it when you show yourself off to everyone else.” Shanks thinks about being in front of his subordinates, trying to hide the pain in his lower half and cover any marks made by you. The feeling of him squeezing around you makes you chuckle. “You liked that, didn’t you? The thought of them finding out their strong chief got fucked like a slut then tried going to their celebration like it didn’t happen. Wonder what those girls would think, knowing that. They probably think or even remember you as some dominant man. Fantasizing about you when the truth is you’re addicted to getting used by your boyfriend.” You grab and lift his torso up, wrapping your arms around his waist so you can pound into him so hard he forgets how to think; only able to let out a weak groan as he cums for the 3rd time. All that comes out of his mouth are moans and whines now, unable to form words as tears form in his eyes from overstimulation. That doesn’t matter though, you know he can keep going. “Is my pretty slut tired? You can give me one more, right?” You ask and he shakes his head, gasping when you press a hand on his lower stomach. “You can, don’t underestimate yourself.” Shanks whines as you suck a hickey into his back, whispering dirty praises into his ear until he’s aroused enough to get hard again. “There you go~” He feels like he’s about to collapse as you kiss the back of his neck. “C’mon, be good for me, Captain.” You stop to grind into him, making him groan at the feeling of your dick massaging his prostate. Your cum is pushed further into him and his dick twitches in pleasure.

“(Y/n)..” His voice rumbles as his eyes close, mind clearing up just enough to say your name.

“Turn your head.” You tell him and press your lips against his, his eyes going half lidded with a mewl as you start to thrust again. He’s kissing back despite his foggy head, instinct from making out with you. It’s not done yet though, and once you feel like he’s had enough time to calm you start getting rough again. He’s struggling to keep himself up, your arm wrapping around his waist the only thing keeping his hips lifted.

‘I’m.. gonna pass out.’ Shanks manages to think. ‘Feels too good…!’ He curses that he didn’t take care of Kid sooner, instead choosing to calm the nerves of the people first. Out of character for the captain, but he can’t think rationally when he’s getting fucked to an inch of his life and his love is upset with him. His orgasm starts to form inside of him and he pulls away from the kiss to pant. He’s gonna die, he’s gonna die and it’s because he’s too handsome and charming to be unpopular. Your voice reaches his ears, but his brain can’t make it out very well, just knowing that it’s you behind him. At least you’re the one that’ll kill him, this might not be so bad. He lets out a gasp when you twitch inside him then grab his dick. "W-Wait wait!” He’s able to cum untouched, but he’ll need a bit of help this time. He grabs your wrist, weakly tugging to no avail as you start to jerk him off. Shanks looks back at you with teary eyes, pleading.

“Shh, it’s okay. Just this last time. After that you can go to that party and pretend you’re a perfect handsome man. For now,” It doesn't work. You tighten your grip and he sobs. “I just need you to cum again for me.” He looks forward, tears streaming from his eyes as he feels himself reaching that peak again. Finally, he lets out a loud broken cry as he shakes and spasms around you. “Fuck you’re so pretty like this.” You coo into his ear as it rips through him like lightning, pain and pleasure filling his body. You can’t hold back longer either, the urge to cum into him again filling your mind. Your grunts mix with his weak whimpers, so slutty and vocal for you. “I-I want you to remember this, everytime someone puts their hands or eyes on you with want, I want you to remember how easily you moan for my c-cock.” You grunt out, ending your sentence with your dick shooting cum into his warm walls. You don’t know if he heard you say that, but you know his body will remember for him. After a while of catching your breath you pull out of him, a lewd sticky noise accompanying before seeing your cum flow out of him. “Fuck, what a sight..." You mumble, burning the image into your head. Sweat glistens on his back and his head spins before he goes limp. “Ah.” You lay him down and turn him over onto his back, your breath catching in your throat. His hair sticks to his forehead, tears staining his face and his lips swollen with kissing and biting. There’s hand marks on his waist and hips, bite marks around his swollen nipples. He’s completely wrecked, his closed eyes opening just to look at you for a few seconds before he manages to give a weak smile; then he passes out. “Oops.” You exclaim, then look at the clock in the room. At this rate he’s gonna be late, but looking back at him you doubt he can go in this state; even if the thought is slightly nice to think about. Just a bit. Plus, your body is also a bit exhausted, to be honest. Love conquers all, though, and you get off of the bed and onto your feet; picking up your unconscious boyfriend to clean him up as best you can. It’s a bit difficult when he’s unconscious, but you make sure to use warm water and lots of care. He stays asleep the entire time, which isn't too surprising since he can sleep through most things; though he does make cute hums in his sleep when you rinse off his hair and snores when you’re drying him off. Once he’s all cleaned up you change the sheets quickly and place him onto the bed. It’s a good thing you’re strong, Shanks isn’t light by any means. You stand there, staring at him. ‘Is he.. gonna be able to go like this?’ You ask yourself, seeing his burnt out body. ‘I’ll go see Hongo just in case.’ As soon as you step into Hongo’s office he tosses icepacks and ointments to you.

“Here.” He’s too used to you and Shanks’s antics to be unprepared or surprised, especially when he could hear his captain’s moans while walking through the hallway to get to his office. “Seriously, I don’t know if I should be impressed with him or you that you guys manage to make that much noise. We even put soundproofed it too.” Hongo says with a sigh.

“I’m just that good.” You gloat jokingly, holding the items in your arms.

“Yeah, well, we don’t need to know to this extent.” The doctor replies and you laugh a little. “I don’t know how rough you were with him, but people are gonna be disappointed if the captain doesn’t go.” Your eyebrows furrow s the consequences of your actions settle in. “Don’t make that expression. He’s grown, he knew what he was doing.” You tilt your head in confusion but Hongo just waves you off to figure it out yourself. It’s when you get back to your shared room when you put the pieces together, could it have been on purpose? No way, right? Shanks is on the bed, snoring loudly. You walk over and put an icepack on his neck, causing him to jolt awake.

“Cold!” He yelps, coughing afterwards from the strain of his voice. You hand him a glass of water, he takes it and gulps it down. “Thanks, sweetiepie.” You stare at him and he’s confused. “What, do I have something on my face? Other than handsomeness, of course.” His voice is raspy, but you still catch the slight nervousness.

“Did you make me jealous on purpose?” You ask him and he quickly avoids eye contact. “So you did.” He scratches the back of his head.

“I didn’t think you would get that jealous.” The redhead mumbles and you resist the urge to shake him.

“I knew it was weird, you were leaning into those kisses and you didn’t need to put your hand near her ass either.” You pinch the bridge of your nose as Shanks laughs anxiously. He pats his lap.

“C’mon~ It’s not that big a deal. Plus, my hand was an appropriate distance away from her ass. I would kn-” You grab and squeeze his nose harshly. “Owowow sorry sorry, I couldn’t resist the joke!” If he wasn’t already a wreck you would’ve bonked his head by now.

“You’re going to the banquet.” You state, letting go of his nose.

“I want to, but I’m a little.. well..” He motions to his naked body covered in marks. “I’m getting old too, my hips hurt like hell. I wouldn’t be surprised if you aged them.”

“I said earlier that you would go, yeah? So you’re going. I’ll carry you over there like a pretty princess if I have to.” You tell him and he gets a serious look on his face as he actually considers the pros and cons of being carried like a pretty princess. The pros are he doesn’t have to walk over there and he can just use you instead of having to get up, the cons are that his crew would make fun of him and he isn’t sure how the rest would react. “You seemed pretty interested in people finding out earlier.” His cheeks tint slightly at that, he would allow it if it was just his immediate crew but there’s too many reasons to not do the same in front of everyone else.

“I’ll go, you can carry me some other time.” He stands up and almost falls over until you catch him. “Shit, you did a bigger number than me than I thought.” Shanks doesn’t want to leave everyone hanging though. Thankfully, you two are used to this. You put him down on the bed and put ointment on any bigger marks or bites, he shivers a little when you put it on his nipples. Once that’s done you dress him up and ice his eyes and lips. “Can’t see.” He says as the icepack covers his vision, voice muffled by the one on his lips.

“Hold it.” You tell him and he takes over icepack duty, you take the chance to put makeup over any visible marks. Would be easier to just button up his shirt but that would cause way more attention than a few faint marks. Once everything’s done he puts the icepacks down. To be honest, his face still looks like a mess.

“Maybe we can put some lipstick on me, only if you kiss it on tho-” You put the icepack back on his lips. Should be fine, Shanks looks a little rough all the time anyway. Maybe you guys can say it was the heat that did it.

………………

“Woohoo! Congratulations!” Yeah the excuse didn’t work. At least everyone was happy for you, even the women from before. They seemed really bummed at first but they changed their mind when they saw Shanks’s face and the faint marks. They started going to you instead or staring at Shanks in awe. Apparently it’s way more interesting to stare at a handsome man slightly wrecked than try and have him when he’s taken. Love conquers all, even if their curious stares are a little embarrassing.

Yeah I'm cooked lol its due in like 6 hours.

[darklinaforever]

Nah i have so many arguments on why Alicent is 1000 times better than Rhaenyra, but are you mad cause im stating straight up facts? Emma is ugly. They look like a man lmao it's just awkward 😭 the photoshoot with Olivia was like beauty and beasts, two men and a gorgeous redhead woman.

Rhaenyra is hypocrite weak ass and useless just like her father. Only good to cry, spread legs and giving birth. That's what your so called “rightful heir” did the whole season. I hate Daemon too, but i enjoyed when he choked her out, it was actually good scene. I would have done much worse to her. I hope he will in the next seasons, and the leaks is saying he's treating her like shit. Sounds good to me, are you ready to cry Daemyras? 🤪 Ryan is coming to destroy you all 😂

It's funny, because Alicent only expression throughout the series is watery-eyed... (We can literally make compilations about this ! ) But Rhaenyra is the one who's only good for crying ? Good joke.

Rhaenyra is a hypocrite ? It's funny, it seemed to me that it was Alicent who was hypocritical throughout the show ! Are you sure you didn't swap roles ? (Or simply being a hypocrite yourself, in addition to being stupid perhaps...)

I don't know which is more disgusting. Your comments on the physique of Emma D'arcy who is non-binary.

(Also, no what you're saying is not a fact, beauty is something purely subjective, and many find Emma D'arcy magnificent whether you like it or not. In fact I totally imagine that this reality makes you enrage. Oh. And I'm not sure Olivia Cooke, the Alicent actress herself, would appreciate this kind of gratuitous nastiness towards one of his friends... In any case, from the moment you decide to attack the actor because you don't like the character that this actor plays, you have a real problem in your head)

Or the fact that you enjoyed a scene of abuse against a female character, while hoping that she would suffer even more. (My god, what is wrong with you ?!)

Also... the deep misogyny you must be feeling !

Because I guess when you talk about spreading your legs, you're talking about Rhaenyra having to deal with her own sexuality, like it's some kind of shame ? Once again pathetic.

How long will Rhaenyra be blamed for having a sex life as if it were some kind of crime exactly ? (Again, hello misogyny)

I also want to say that Alicent also had children during the series. So she must have given birth at some point on her own, even if we didn't see her. The fact is that she also had children throughout season 1. So I don't really understand this criticism about giving birth / having children to Rhaenyra specifically... (While Rhaenyra must literally producing heirs, it's one of her obligations. Plus it's logical that we see her give birth since obviously having children is something that scared her at the start of the season ! Especially since we sees her having only 2 births out of 6, what's going on...) another proof of misogyny I guess ? Even Laena and Aemma have been pregnant and had childbirth. So frankly, apart from a gratuitous misogynistic remark, I don't see what you mean. Even in Fire and Blood the births of children are listed for several female characters ! So...why specifically blame Rhaenyra for having children/giving birth ? My god, this is so ridiculous...

You are truly a disgusting person.

Also, who really has nothing to do but come and annoy people. Once again, you're pathetic, except this is on an even more critical level than I thought.

And we call Rhaenyra the rightful heir because... well that's what she is ? She was designated by her father the king as heir to the throne, so that is what she is. Quite simply. A reality that you apparently have difficulty integrating. (Also, in Fire and Blood, Rhaenyra actively learned to be a future queen... And from what we saw in episode 6, she seems to have politically logical thoughts at the council table facing a Alicent poor in arguments)

I also would like to know what Aegon II, the son of Alicent whom she absolutely wants to place on the throne, did apart from harassing his own brother, twiddling his thumbs, drinking, raping women and forcing his illegitimate children to fight in an arena ? Does Alicent's son seem more worthy than Rhaenyra ? I do not think so. At least Rhaenyra learned her duties as heir. (As she says in episode 10 to Lucerys)

And I don't care what the show does. It has its own canon and is essentially fanfiction. The series is not the book. And as long as the book exists, I don't care what happens to this show. They are not the characters in Fire and Blood and never will be.

Your precious little Alicent from HOTD is just the massacre of the real Alicent Hightower who would be ashamed of this ridiculous counterpart that you all defend like crazy.

Alicent and Greens stans leave this in my inbox.

[ivomartins]

Hello it I again.

I just played The Haze will take us. And NGL. The story is pretty promising. All the men look slutty and the only gal available so far is a redhead (after years we got a second redhead wife guys. Pop the champagne)

I wish we have the option to kill Dragan though fuck that guy. I don't like him. Based on vibes alone by the way. He hasn't done anything except making some condescending gazes but I can smell the red flag from afar. The Priest guy is kind of hot if only I were into men.

And my theory is that Milon killed the sister or it was a priest. Like unless the fog actually kills people this are the only routes. (If it was Dragan I'll act shocked but predictable)

It can't be Tata (stupid ass name like it reads Auntie in french) because you can't be a redhead AND a murderer.

hi hi angel :) <3 so glad to know you're enjoying the haze because same here!!

am i the only one in the fandom who doesn't hate dragan? 😭 i think the dislike towards him is valid as hell tbh he's such an asshole and for WHAT 😭 but i kinda like the dynamic with him ngl because it reminds me of season 2 selena/rob plus i'm so weak for enemies to lovers i fear

he's not at the top of the list for me though like i would say ozar and tata are my faves so far because ozar's devilish charm ??? the way he "looked at lada like he wanted to eat her" ??? PLS and with tata i just loved the sheer romantic tension and vulnerability in her scenes though i am dreading the possibility of her being sidelined like what often happens with femme LIs in alice's books :/

since you only romance women, i'm actively praying that there won't be any sidelining and that the extra LI will have a man/woman option because ??? who deserves to win if not the lesbians

i'm actually betting on the haze having something to do with the sister's murder even if it's only indirectly but i'm not sure yet we just gotta wait and see 👀

[dojae-huh]

Youth: first listen

First of all. It's the first time the parasocial relationship I have with Doyoung mutated into a parasocial friendship of sorts, heh. The feeling is of cheering for a friend's project's success. I guess it is for two reasons: 1) the reverse order of things (instead of "like a song (my choice, I'm the active party)->discover artist behind", it is "like an artist->listen to what he gives you (artist's choice, I'm a passive party)", 2) I have artist friends whose drawing style I'm not particularly a fan of (i.e. I wouldn't care for it if it was made by someone else, a noname to me), but I still follow and consume their art, because I care for people behind and I know the character/thoughts/POV of the artist, which changes my perceptions).

I've listened to the album only once by the time I'm writing this post. My first impession is that there are no weak songs (yokshi, perfectionist Doyoung), and that I'm glad it is more diverse in sound and voice modulations than Korean ballads and songs usually are. As I like richness in songs.

Me and some of the readers had been apprehensive of Doyoung catering to fans and going gp friendly road. Thankfully, Doyoung is a mastermind afterall. The album is both for the fans and the general public and for himself. Half/half.

The album seems to be divided in the following parts:

Prologue: Beginning and Little light.

The main character of a Disney animation movie sets on a journey. A proclamation of intent to sing for a long time, of a goal to reach as many "stars" (hearts/listeners). "Beginning" was penned by Do himself (and, honestly, really reminded me Mulan or Moana, heh). For "Little light" he befriended Lucy's composer (they are both 96-line, btw). Considering the timing, it seems to be one of the last songs to be added. A song Doyoung needed for his vision of the album. The song was gifted to him (the composer's words), written the way he commissioned it. In other words, it is his story and his feelings, he debuted with HIS song, even if written by someone else (but for him).

2. First chapter: A letter to fans.

"From little wave" has lyrics by Doyoung. It is a song for the fans, a message to them.

3. Second chapter: Friends. Dreams come true.

"Time machine" was written by Mark, he and Taeyeon featured. Do is a known SNSD fan, a fan of Taeyeon and her friend. Mark has been Do's favourite kid since pre-debut. When the news broke, fans immidiently remembered how Do gifted Mark notebooks for writing lyrics. Let's also remember how Do sent a food-truck to Mark's first solo MV, always hyped him on IG. I think Do supports Mark as a musician in particular. Mark is a rapper in NCT, however, he wants to sing with the guitar. And that what he did on the track. A step towards his own dream, him as a songwriter and singer.

Both collabs are very meaningful and have roots in the past.

The redheaded teenager who didn't know what to do really and his prodigy baby growing up and becoming world known artists.

Do already has songs with Haechan (Maniac, Coming home), plus Hyuk has started songwriting attempts much later than Mark. He is not ready yet. Taeyong is a different story, I will share my thoughts about it later.

"Time machine" sounds like a song that will be covered a lot on Korean shows by other artists. It has that appeal. It seems relatively easy to sing (or, rather, it can be re-arranged to be simpler), and it is fit for a duet.

Chapter 4: A song for the Boyfriend.

I agree that "Serenade" seems to be the song for Jaehyun. The sound Jae likes, the placement on the album (after "friends"). It is the only positive love song on the album. For Doyoung singing is personal. It is his dream, his calling. Therefore, I wasn't expecting a lot of individual attention for Jae (opposite can be said about the upcoming Jae's album). The album is not for him. He is part of "my youth" and "the sea/warmth", and he knows it. One song is enough.

The song feels more like a gift than a dedication, though. There is no intensity or rawness (like the cover of Buzzi's "Mine" had, heh).

Chapter 5: Gems.

"Rewind" and "Warmth" are the type of songs that are popular in Korea. Do did covers of similar songs. This sound is expected from him. These two love stories are "for fans and general public" songs. Personally selected, but not too personal. Just beautiful songs to sing. Both songs reflect general experiences of youth (first love/first relationships that didn't mean to be and being alone/looking for meaningful connections). "Warmth" kind of repeats the first songs thematically.

Chapter 6: Doyoung the band vocalist.

"Lost in California" and "Rest" are band songs. Back to school. These are songs for Doyoung himself. Do's long-lasting dream of singing with a band, singing under open air on festivals, being a rock-star. The first one is Do's "28 reasons", a song where he can have fun and play with vocals. "Rest" is also an inspirational, supportive song. The was Do always cheered his fans on, talked about that it's OK to rest on the floor for a bit and start anew the next day.

Chapter 7: NCT 127

"Dallas love field" (a name for a small airport, apparently) is a song fully made by Kenzie, Do's noona. So it was for him, no doubt. Maybe we will hear the story behind one day. The lyrics about "pain being beautiful" made me think back to the trainee days. Although the lyrics alone could be read as JaeDo-coded, the sound, the upbeat melody, the chorus of male voices on ''chasing dreams so far" make it 127. Rookies and their dreams of debut, neos and their dreams for solo careers, NCT and Dreams.

Funny enough. This song sounds like anime Ending, heh. The main character's promise "to be continued". I liked how Do gave us a new tone to his voice in this song.

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

me, reading more of Humanity, a Phineas and Ferb dystopian AU recently: hmm, little redheaded boy who has endured Horrors, hiding from and fighting a corrupt government with help from a fierce(ly loyal) hybrid creature? sounds familiar....

AU Phineas and my OC Oliver from The SOS Chronicles! I think they would get along great. 💜 Oliver would 100% be down for helping Phineas escape an oppressive regime, even though he has 99 of his own problems.

"It's going to be okay." "What is?" "Everything. Not all at once and not right away, but it will be." "How do you know?" "Because I was a slave and I escaped, and you're brave enough and smart enough to escape too."

Meanwhile, while the boys are having a heart to heart...

... Perry and Silvie are a little less sure about each other. Don't worry, they'll be friends as soon as Silvie realizes Perry is as committed to keeping Phineas safe as she is to protecting her friends.

"Are you very brave and fierce too?" "Krrrrr." "And you keep your weak boy safe?" "KrrrrRRRrrrr!" "... Okay. We can be friends. I am Silvie." "Krrrrr." "I think I am supposed to say nice to meet you now, so it is nice to meet you." "Krrrrrrrrr. 👍"

But wait I hear (absolutely no one) asking, where's the rest of the SOS gang? Where are Silas and Cassie? Well...

They got separated from their friends, crawled through some vents, saw one of AU Doof's machines blow up in his face, and he was so upset that Cassie felt bad for him and crawled out of the vents (with Silas trying to stop her) to find out what went wrong with the machine.

"Look, there's two wires on the main circuit board that were swapped, that's why the machine blew up. It wasn't your fault, it was just an accident." "Th-thank you? But you still haven't told me how you got here?" "Through the vents! :D" "Cassie!" "No, I mean... children are illegal. How did you get here?" ".... you hear that Silas? We're criminals on two worlds now! :D" "That's not something to be excited about, Cassie! And what do you mean "children are illegal"?!"

Not pictured: Almitak having a mental breakdown in a corner of Oliver's mind because "NOW THERE'S MORE OF THEM?!"

I'm overall pleased with how these came out! Sideways people are a struggle for me, so having almost ALL of them be like that was, uh, a challenge. But I think for the most part they turned out well. I'm happy with all the expressions except Silvie's, which just confounded me, but Silvie's just a hard character to draw in general, so there's that. Also Silas' face isn't quite right but I couldn't figure out how to fix it (he's also too short shhh). On the plus side Oliver looks extremely empathetic and I LOVE Phineas' expression Idk how I did them so well. Also Cassie just looks tiny and adorable.

[princesscolumbia]

Ānzhuōniichuan - Chapter 2

Insomnia has been making a total mess of my ability to do things, including doing the stuff necessary to get rid of the insomnia. On the plus side, I've managed to get enough sleep this last week to recover enough to finished a chapter, so please enjoy:

Summary:

Ranma and Ryoga's journey, now with their new Chinese friend Xian Pu, takes them to a dojo in Japan.

Notes:

Been dealing with insomnia that's played merry hell on my ability to get, like, ANY writing done 'cause I'm just out of spoons before the morning is half over. Finally managed to grab a few time slices as I've been forcing myself to recover to get this written. Lost Little Wolf - The Minor Key Ch. 14, Double Isekai Ch. 10, Return to Recipient Ch. 6, And at This Point I'm Afraid to Ask Ch. 5, Deviation Ch. 9, Lost in the Dark Pt. 1 Ch. 2, Fission Ch. 10 Pt 2, and a few unpublished works are still on deck and work will continue...even if a bit slowly.

Preview below the cut:

Akane sat on her heels in the way that her friend Sayuri had marveled at since they were in elementary school together, feet flat on the ground, her knees up against her chest, arms wrapped around her legs, and chin resting on the little nook between her kneecaps. She was watching Ranma as the (currently) girl sat cross-legged in front of the family shrine. Ranma's eyes seemed to drift back to the largest picture on the shrine quite regularly; Akane's mother. Tears formed a track down the redhead's cheeks, and Akane had to admit that this part-time girl looked very cute and (dare she say it?) huggable. Akane was doing everything she could to fight the impulse to wrap her arms around Ranma and just hold her until the crying stopped.

"...stupid pops..." Ranma sniffled for probably the twentieth time since they'd come out here.

"Ranma..." Akane ventured, "Why did you turn yourself into a girl?"

Ranma blinked the most recent tears out of her eyes and turned to Akane, seeming like she was waking up from a daydream. "Huh? Oh..." she wiped the tracks off her face and said, "Didn't wanna cry as a guy. Aint manly."

Akane snorted, "'Manly'? What's being a man got to do with it?"

Ranma took a deep breath, "Nothin' really, just..." she wiped at her eyes again, "...pops just always kept hammerin' on me 'bout bein' 'manly,' and I thought that's just how guys'r'supposed to learn how to be guys. 'A real man does this,' 'a real man acts like that'... 'course, half'a that was the same as the bullshit 'bout bein' honorable, an' he never was."

Akane settled herself into a proper sitting position, opting for cross-legged like Ranma was doing instead of the seiza that 'proper girls' were 'supposed' to do. Yeah, she could sit seiza, but sometimes cross-legged was more comfortable. "Seems like your father was a jerk," she said, trying to keep Ranma talking.

The redhead sighed, "Yeah, Ryoga and Xian are helpin' me see that and tryin' to teach me how to be, I dunno, the kinda person I want to be. Still gotta long way to go, though. Like, I still don't know what I said wrong earlier."

Akane scrunched her brow in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"When I asked if you were a glass cannon," she sighed, "I just...a glass cannon is somethin' that can pack a hell of a punch but breaks real easy. Sometimes that's just how some martial artists are, I'm just tryin' to ask a question but something I said is wrong..." Ranma went from a little bit sad to teeth-grittingly frustrated in the space of a few words, her hands suddenly bunched into fists.

Akane found herself momentarily at a loss for words, "...but...being called a 'glass cannon' is a bad thing. Like you're trying to make fun of someone for having a weak defense."

Ranma turned to look at Akane, her jaw slightly slack, "But...I'm not trying to...I just...what?!" Her bunched fists were suddenly up and scrubbing at her eyes as a stuttering sob escaped her again, "F-fucking pops!" she stammered out, "R...Ryoga thought I h-hated him 'cause I just used the same things pops did to get me to spar with him! And since w-we started travelin' t-together with Xian they..." she heaved a couple of sobbing hiccups, "They've been t-tryin' t'teach me not to be mean 'r' cruel, an' it's like everything I say is mean! I thought that's just h-how you knew someone c-cared! And...and pops taught me that!"

Akane couldn't hold back any longer. She practically threw her arms around the smaller girl, muttering the little calming phrases and making the noises that Kasumi did whenever she couldn't handle the stress of life any longer or the Hentai Horde was particularly aggressive and nobody else would listen.

The two of them sat for a while, Ranma safely curled up in Akane's arms, the taller girl gently rubbing Ranma's back to comfort her. After the tears finally petered out, Akane realized that she was feeling something she hadn't expected for someone who'd revealed they were born a boy under the fabric of the silk shirt. She paused in her up and down motion, fingertips gently probing back and forth. Before Ranma's back could tense up any further, she asked, "Ranma...is that a bra?"

The redhead let out a nervous chuckle, "Y-yeah, got it a couple days after we got back to Japan. I had...no idea that there was such a thing as a sports bra, but...it works for me an' Ryoga 'cause of the curse." They disengaged enough for Ranma to look down at her own chest, as though the shirt wasn't there, "Pull 'em on like a shirt, the band stretches when we get hit with hot water and nothin' in the cups to really stick out or be obvious when we're in guy forms." She sighed, mostly seeming to need the breath to recover from the emotional outburst, "Didn't know...pops always made it seem like women wore bras 'cause they were weak or somethin'. Xian got kinda sick o' me fightin' without wearing one an' challenged me t'wear one during a spar an'...well, I don't think I wanna go without one ever again while I'm practicin' the Art, and since everything's practice..." she shrugged.

Akane could say quite well she didn't know any boys that didn't want to do martial arts without a bra. Now that Ranma seemed to have regained some of her emotional equilibrium, they separated, both now sitting cross-legged and facing each other. "Ranma...do...um..."

Ranma, for her part, just sat and waited for Akane to get her thoughts in order.

Akane took a deep breath, "I...my sister was right, I've been...every morning I have to fight a horde of boys just to get into school. And they made it clear they're intention is to overpower me and..." she swallowed, the fear she used to fuel her anger every day welling up inside her, "...take advantage of me."

"What?!" snapped Ranma as she started from her seated position. To her credit, she seemed to come to her senses and sit back down, "...sorry," she muttered.

Akane smiled, her expression pinched from the anxiety of the morning brawls bubbling inside but grateful that she seemed to have stumbled onto someone who was just as indignant about it as she was, "Thank you, Ranma. But," she took another deep breath, "I guess I've been letting them twist how I see boys up..."

Ranma nodded, "An' if yer enemy gets inta your head, then they're the ones pickin' the battlefield."

Akane mirrored Ranma's nod, "So because I need to...overcome this weakness, I need to ask you a question and hope it's not, like, the rudest question I could possibly ask."

Ranma tilted her head in a motion that reminded Akane of nothing less than a kitten encountering an ice cube for the first time, like she had no idea what was going to happen next but curiosity was driving her to learn no matter what and damn the consequences.

Taking that as encouragement, Akane plowed ahead, "Are you a boy or a girl?" She bit her lip, suppressing her embarrassment at having even had to ask.

Ranma's gaze seemed to turn inward, "...you know, I guess I'm a little of both?" she said after a while. "I mean, before the curse, I'd've told you I was a guy, 100 percent, but a lotta that was based on what my pops said, and we both know how much of a dumbass he was. But...I mean, I like bein' a guy sometimes. I want to be taller and more muscular and have longer reach an' all that. And sometimes I just like seein'..." she blushed, "Um...what I was born with between my legs." Akane blushed at that as well, which Ranma clearly picked up on because she said her next sentence in a tumble of words, "Not, like, in a hentai way or nuthin', but just 'cause it's, you know, what I 'spect t'see. But since I got the curse, I'm...I dunno, kinda seein' lots of stuff different. Like, chocolate is different!"

"It is?!" blurted Akane.

Ranma nodded enthusiastically, "And ice cream with chocolate? Gods! No comparison! I mean, I never got the 'guys don't eat sweets' thing before, but when I'm in girl mode it's like my tongue was made for sweets! And..." she blushed, "I...kinda like lookin' cute and...pretty. And I'd kinda like t'wear a dress an' just...be a girl for a bit."

Akane found herself smiling, easily imagining taking the redhead on a shopping trip with her friends Yuka and Sayuri.

Ranma grimaced, "Aint a fan of the cramps, though."

Akane thought her eyes would pop out of her head, "...cramps...?! Like, you have a period?!"

The redhead tossed her head back and let out a melodramatic groan that lasted nearly thirty seconds before slumping down (clearly exaggeratedly) and grumping, "Apparently I'm an 'early developer,' 'cording to Xian's granny. They weren't expectin' Ryoga or me to have our periods for, like, two months or somethin' so didn't say nothin' at first 'cause Xian was already fixin' to give me an' Ryoga 'the talk.' Then 'bout a week after we got back to Japan I woke up hurtin' like crazy and Xian had t'call home 'cause she thought it was somethin' else and Elder Ku Lon just laughed her wrinkly ass off so loud I could hear it over the phone an' across the room." She straightened, "Aint..." she turned green, "Bleedin' yet, but I gotta carry a pad around just in case now."

"But...you change back and forth, right? Can't you just, I don't know, stay a guy as much as possible during it?"

Ranma curled her lips and stuck out her tongue in irritation, "That's what I asked first thing. The magic of the curse aint, like, givin' me a new body every time. It's just flippin' me back an' forth between bein' a guy and bein' a girl like I'd been one the whole time. I can stop the period with hot water, but the second I flip back to girl-mode the period picks up right where it left off. Now I gotta wear either panties or briefs no matter what 'cause boxers sure as hell don't hold a pad."

Akane paled slightly, "Oh, um, are you...? Is it...?"

Ranma shrugged, "Nah, that was last week and was short 'cause I guess it was my body's first time an' all. But it was two days and tryin' to hide that your pad's slipping fucking sucks, let me tell you."

Akane turned as scarlet as her name for a bit as she imagined being in a similar situation. Frantically trying to drown out her scattered thoughts, she asked, "So when should I think of you as a boy?"

Ranma shrugged again, "Any time I am one, I guess. Xian and Ryoga've been tellin' me to use hot or cold water whenever I'm feelin' more 'boy' or 'girl.' That's why I got the water in there," she pointed to the house, "When I was feelin' like I needed to cry. I just...don't feel much like a boy, so I changed."

"Huh...I guess you're kind of lucky like that."

The smaller girl's face scrunched in confusion, "What are you talking about? It's a curse!"

Akane held up a hand placatingly, "Yes, and it's awful that it happened to anyone, but there've been times I kinda wished I could turn into a boy to take on the horde. Not really any other time, but if I could just once take 'em on as a man I bet they'd think twice about trying again the next day."

Ranma's smile was strained but sympathetic, "I guess I can see that."

"So do you...I guess... 'switch' mentally, too?"

Ranma shook her head, but then seemed to think about it and tentatively bobbed her head in a single nod, "I didn't think I did at first, but lately if someone says 'he' or 'him' about me when I'm in girl-mode, I start lookin' around for who they're talkin' about. And a few days ago I had a cop tryin' to look me up...long story, but we'd had more'n a few times the cops tried t'put me in jail 'cause my pops used my name for his bullshit, an' I was just...tired of it and already in girl mode, so I made up the name 'Ranko,' kinda on the spot, and yesterday I was in girl-mode and Ryoga said my name...er, she said 'Ranma' three times before I realized she was talkin' to me 'cause I just kinda started thinkin' of my girl-mode as 'Ranko.'"

They were quiet for a bit, the sound of the rain muting the rest of the outside, making them feel like their entire world was just the dojo.

He...she has periods, wears a bra, thinks of herself as a girl... Akane could almost feel her worldview shifting around in her head, I mean, sure, sometimes he is a boy, but even as a boy he was treating me better than any of the boys at school...ESPECIALLY Kuno! She had no idea what this meant for her in the larger context of her life, but her family's school was all about learning and adapting and growing in spite of everything thrown at you and becoming better than everyone else because of what was thrown at you.

She came to a decision, though exactly what the conclusion was or the path to get there she couldn't say. Smiling warmly, she reached out and offered her hand to Ran...ko. "Well, then hello Ranko, I'm Akane. Would you like to be friends?"

Akane didn't really understand the phrase 'lighting up the room with a smile' until that moment when Ranma practically glowed in response to Akane's offer.

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[giggly-squiggily]

Top five comfort characters? :3

Under the cut cause this got long because (mostly due to pictures) FEELINGS

5.) James "Jem" Carstairs- The Infernal Devices Series

My actual HUSBAND. I love, love, LOVE Jem to death- he's the literal sweetest, most patient angel a person could ever ask for. His big shining moments are of course in the Clockworks, but throughout the entirety of the Shadowhunter Chronicles he's just such a sweetie? I'm rereading the series in prep for the Lost Hours trilogy and I've been reminded of how much I love him.

4.) Therion- Octopath Traveler

Listen- I adore him? I love Octopath Traveler, and I'm loving Octopath Traveler 2 recently. I can't say for certain who's my comfort character yet for the new game, but the OG? This man. Sarcastic, speedy, kinda dumb but in the best way? He's a bit of a Hawks-like character only more cynical. I could yell about him for hours, that's how much I love him. And he's a Theif! :D

3.) Langa Hasegawa- Sk8 The Infinity

Snow baby- my literal angel. I love him so freaking much it hurts! Langa is a doll and deserves the entire world plus some. He was an instant fave for me when I started watching Sk8- something I hadn't expected! (I was for sure it was gonna be Cherry who took my heart and soul! Like- he did. But Langa got there first). Just look at that SMILE!!!

2.) Misturi Kanroji- Demon Slayer

This wouldn't be a comfort list without Misturi! My babygirl- the sweetest angel of the Hashira who deserves only happiness and love. Sometimes I pretend to be her when I have to do something brave because she's such a strong and optimistic character aljerjajkrekrakj But yes- my girl!

1.) Chigiri Hyoma- Blue Lock

Is anyone surprised? Love at first sight- this one. I relate to Chigiri's backstory so hard? I tore my MCL back in middle school, so not the same ligament but definitely a relatable recovery story. Between that, his entire character, and the fact I am WEAK for fictional redheads; my newest comfort character has arrived! (Also just realized Chigi shares at least one attribute with everyone previously mentioned. This was destined to happen kjdarkjekjreajkr)

Thanks for asking! :D

[huggingkoalas]

HAAHAH sorry the way you said about your friend 🤣 I understand you. You give the support but you know the difficulty haha plus I know how it feels about looking for the best high quality! I enjoy supporting the local sellers when I go to the conventions too.

Omg seven Wanda and six Nat?? Haha I don't usually buy many funkos of the same character but I have a few that are special to me then I want them all haha, so I got you.. I think I have maybe five wanda? And I have 838 wanda funko too!!! She looks adorable with her comfy bloody clothes ☺️😅

Tbh I use the funko app to organize my collection 😅 so according with it I have 154 funkos ? I honestly stopped counting.

Hmmm yeah, you're not the first one who says I'm kind smooth with my words, maybe it's my thing? 😉

-🧸

haha i love my friend, and she makes amazing art, but i have very low patience for late commissions and procastination. i’ve commissioned a lot of people for their art before, so yeah :3

i’m mainly collecting wanda and natasha funkos :3 gotta support my two favourite redheads, y’know? i think the oldest funko in my collection is black widow from the aou series.

it’s hard to collect funkos here in asia, since they’re imported from america. i wish asia had a barnes & noble outlet like america :( i’m still trying really hard to get the black widow collector corp box? i’ve tried contacting someone that can import it from america, but it’ll cost $70? or $150? sobs...

and holy shit 154 funkos? i’d love to collect that many, but even with my eighteen funkos, my mother thinks it’s already too many lmaoo :( but i love my silly little boba eyed figurines.... whats your favourite funko from your collection?

i have a weakness for smooth talkers, one compliment or smooth phrase and i’m melting and on my knees 🤭

[myuni-moon]

#2 Minus 1

—Synopsis: You are so over your ex. But is he over you?

—Pairing(s)/Character(s): Modern!Kaeya x Reader; Diluc making a cameo at the end

—Warnings: Angst, slight cursing, mentions of a messy break-up (like really messy), mentions of alcohol, Kaeya is a major asshole for no reason

—Note: I'm trying to test out adding more to my writing formats, so I hope you guys don't mind too much! Just a short piece since I can't exhaust a lot of my brain power right now. (Also yes, the title is, indeed, a Seventeen reference.)

You always knew you were too good for him. Even when Kaeya promised the world to you so many times, you knew at the back of your head that it was never going to last. It was laughable how pitiful you were before, clinging onto the hope that one day his mind would change one morning and decide that he was in love with you too. You came to accept it later on, of course; however, you could never prepare for the hurt that came when he decided he was finally tired of you.

You could still remember the way your apartment had filled with shrieking and yelling, perhaps an object or two being thrown. Just the memory of your rage driving that blue-haired asshole away made you laugh. He was always so prideful, so being reminded of his fuming figure after being kicked out was no longer a painful memory but a humorous look-back at how weak he truly was.

That was why when you heard that you two would be attending the same wedding, you didn't hesitate to go. Your friends had urged you to bring a date-- a plus one-- in the hope of getting back at him and showing off how better off you were without him, but you had unyieldingly declined after their incessant pleas. You weren't looking for revenge anymore. No, you were already over him.

But was he?

He wasn't slick as he thought himself to be. You could feel the way his eyes gravitated towards you, how he subconsciously kept facing your way even when he was talking to someone in the opposite direction. Not to mention the glare he sent one of the groomsmen after they approached you for a dance.

Did he have too much to drink? Kaeya was never a lightweight, so you'd certainly be wrong if you assumed that he was simply tipsy after only nursing half a glass of wine. He couldn't blame it on the alcohol even if he wanted to.

No, there was only one explanation: he hadn’t moved on from you. Kaeya might have been the one who wanted to end things, but that didn’t mean he was immune to whatever bits were left of your relationship-- the feelings that remained even after that chaotic end of what you two had. By the way he was treating your presence, there was no way that he still didn't see you as his.

As if you'd let him think so, not after the nights you spent crying over him. Not after you were left hearing about him hooking up every other night while you spent days trying to pick yourself up.

You rolled your eyes, taking a flute of champagne from a passing waiter. In the corner of your vision, you could catch Kaeya still eyeing you despite supposedly being immersed in a conversation with someone else. Perfect, you smirked. You turned on your heels. You immediately came face-to-face with a redhead, the perfect accomplice for your night of trying to piss Kaeya off.

"Hey, Diluc."

[midgardianweasley]

Movie Night

Movie night

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: It’s friday night, or more commonly known as movie night for the Avengers. A horror movie was put on and Y/N isn’t feeling so brave, luckily she’s got a Romanoff nearby.

Warnings: coulrophobia (fear of clowns), mentions of the IT movie and pennywise.

Word Count: 2.5k

Идиоты. - ‘Idiots.’

Requests are open!

“I vote action movie”

“We watched an Action movie last week, Sam.” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, briefly looking up and meeting my eyes, earning a small smile in return, attempting to provide some sanity for the man.

“Plus, do you not think we’ve had enough action for one week?” Bucky grumbled, this week having taken a toll on everyone. We were all exhausted from our missions, some more than others, the soldier being one of them.

“Okay okay, no action, damn” Sam put his hands up in defeat, accepting that he wasn’t going to win this one. A few more options had been suggested, Bruce suggested rom-com, Thor suggested comedy, Vision proposed a documentary, all of which were shut down with groans and sounds of protest.

I turned to my assassin girlfriend who had been sitting beside me watching the scene unfold with an amused smirk on her face, her green eyes darting around the room whenever someone else spoke and taking sips of the drink she had in her hand. I nudged her slightly to get her attention

“Hey.”

“Hi”

“If it was up to you, what would you choose for movie night?” I asked. She morphed her face into a thoughtful one, still with a slight smile on her face, taking time to make her decision.

“If it was completely up to me? I would-”

“Aha!” Tony interrupted with a loud snap of his fingers. “I know, we haven’t watched a horror movie in a while, and the new IT movie just came out, we can watch that” He smirked, proud of his contribution to the discussion at hand. I looked around the room, praying that they would pick anything else, literally anything, even Vision’s documentary.

Unfortunately, everyone seemed to be really into it as they all shared nod’s and “yeah” “sounds good” before splitting up to go and get their snacks and blankets to bring back to the large sofa.

Although I wouldn't admit it to the rest of the group, I was absolutely terrified of clowns and have been since I was a child. If there was a clown at a birthday party or an event, I’d pretend I was sick so that my mum wouldn’t make me go. She soon noticed a pattern in my behaviour, putting the pieces together and realising that I hadn't come down with the flu three times that month, I was avoiding the ‘entertainment’ of the parties.

She tried explaining that it was just a guy in makeup and a funny suit, showing off fun tricks and jokes. However, 9 year old me still refused to attend, faking a sneeze and hiding under the blanket.

“Woah, Y/L/N, you good over there?” Tony furrowed his brows, concern written all over his face. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I wish it was a ghost.

I regained my composure, nodding and sending a firm smile his way, hoping that would be enough to prevent any further questioning. With a shrug, he made his way out of the room and caught up with Thor to explain what ‘IT’ was.

“You don’t look so good, sure you’re okay?” Nat placed her hand on my back, rubbing small, reassuring circles with her palm. I wanted to put on a brave face and tell her I was fine, that there wasn’t a problem and my heart wasn’t racing with fear, but the look on her face, while caring and concerned, was also warning me not to lie to her. Not that i’d manage anyway, she always had ways of finding out the truth eventually.

I shook my head, letting out a small sigh and turning in my seat to address her. My eyes met hers and I felt my heart settle slightly just by looking at her, she always made me feel safe.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” She whispered, her hand coming up to rest on my cheek, her thumb stroking my cheekbone in small movements.

“It’s so silly, really.”

“Nothing is silly if it’s upsetting you Detka. Tell me.”

“It’s this movie.”

The confusion was obvious on her face, yet she stayed quiet, allowing me to elaborate.

“I just, I’ve never been the best with clowns. Ever since I was a child, I’ve had this fear of them. If I saw one, I’d run in the opposite direction, which was more often than one would think. I mean, seriously, who wants one of those things at a party? What happened to princess parties? Or tea parties!” I exclaimed, my tone becoming more intense as I spoke.

Natasha nodded, I could almost see the cogs turning in her head, figuring out how to approach the situation. After a minute or two, she focused her eyes back on me and her hands had trailed down to meet with mine, interlocking them in the process.

“Do you want to skip it tonight?” She suggested.

“No, no, I don’t want to cause a fuss. Plus, I kinda don’t want the others knowing.”

“Are you absolutely sure? I’m sure we can pull a sickie for one night.”

“I’m sure. Just, can you stay next to me? And let me hide if it gets really bad?”

“Of course you can. I’ll be next to you the whole time.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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We were at the haunted house scene in the movie. There had already been jumpscares that I'd managed to avoid for the most part, but I don’t think I've moved past Georgie’s death yet, let alone have time to process the psycho killer clown on the screen.

Eddie was in a room alone, he was staring at this dirty, old fridge and a white hand had appeared, curling itself around and tapping on the side so you could only see it’s fingers. I tugged the blanket that was laid across Natasha and i’s laps and pulled it up to my nose, eyes still on the screen, but prepared to take cover. It appears as though nothing has changed from all those years ago.

As the fridge door creaked open, my blanket had raised higher and higher, my grip tightening by the second while the hand reappeared, this time, you could see it’s entire body contorted into this small space.

“Nope. No, absolutely fucking not. No.” I mumbled, covering my eyes with my fluffy shield. Luckily, Nat had stolen the sofa at the back, meaning I could skip the scary parts without anyone taking much notice, them being too entranced by the movie. Weirdo’s.

In my safety bubble I'd created, I felt my girlfriend’s hand on my thigh, rubbing small circles to reassure me that I was okay, and that she was here. I shuffled a little so I was closer to her, if that was even possible, her then adjusting so that her hand was still on my thigh, but another arm was wrapped securely around me, pulling me into her side a little more.

I assumed we would stay like that for a bit, until she started to shift more noticeably and lifted the part of the blanket closest to her, and put it over her own head, taking me by surprise, a faint gasp leaving my lips when seeing that she’d joined me.

“You doing okay under here?” She spoke softly, a hint of amusement playing on her face as she looked at me folded up into a ball.

“I am. This blanket protects me from all.”

“Of course it does, the fluffier it is, the more protection, right?” She quoted words i’d spoken earlier on when bringing in the blanket for us.

“Are you sure you’re not going to boil under there?”

“Nope. And even if I do, the fluffier the blanket, the more protection from cannibal clowns.” I’d explained proudly. Yes, I'm an Avenger that fights extraterrestrials and demigods and still runs to a blanket for safety, leave me alone.

We stayed under there for a minute or two, holding hands and sharing small kisses while the movie continued and we hid in our little bubble.

“C’mon lovebirds, the movie isn’t over yet, you can continue that when we’ve gone to bed if you must.” Stark called out, causing Natasha to roll her eyes and retreat back to her previous position.

I don’t know what ran through my mind, I clearly didn’t think twice about the situation I was in, my default being to follow Natasha and pull the blanket down and off my head. Upon resurfacing from my cocoon, I looked towards the Television. Bad idea. With a shriek that I'm almost certain could be heard from Asgard, I flew under the blanket again after seeing Pennywise with all of his teeth on show, edging towards Eddie to eat him.

Natasha’s arms wound their way around me again, slightly shaking now from the fright. Even though the blanket tended to muffle sounds, I could hear the room fill with laughter and comments from the Avengers.

“I didn’t know your voice could go that high Y/L/N”

“Pennywise! You scared Y/N!”

“Y/N, it’s literally-”

“How about you guys shut up and watch the movie? Otherwise I swear to god Thor, I’ll bring snakes in here and Sam, I’ll cut the wings off of your suit.” I heard the redhead next to me threaten, alongside some more punishments to the others who laughed, immediately silencing them, all of them knowing that she wasn’t one for an empty threat.

Even though the laughter died down and no more words were spoken, tears still built up in my eyes and were daring to fall down my cheeks. I feel so embarrassed. A room full of superheroes and I was scared to death over a fictional clown in front of all of them.

I tried to keep my sniffles to a minimum and at a level where no one could hear me, however, they seemed to have caught Nat’s attention as she whispered to me, loud enough for me to hear, but quietly so that it was only me that could hear.

“Mind if I come in?”

I chose not to verbally respond, instead, I pulled the edge of the blanket up, allowing her to bend down and make her way underneath. After making herself comfortable, she turned to me and did, what felt like study, my face before tutting under her breath.

“Идиоты. Are you okay?” I smiled at her speaking Russian. She often switched between the two, interchanging within sentences. I’d been around her enough to pick up on some of the terms, funnily enough she’d said that word so often, my understanding was immediate.

“Feeling a bit humiliated” My voice came out weak and slightly gravelly from the crying, her thumb immediately wiped the tears off of my cheeks, lingering afterwards.

“Don’t be. Everyone has their fears, you shouldn’t be embarrassed by having them. Okay? It just means you're human.” She patiently explained, sparking a question to leave my lips before realising.

“Do you have a fear?”

She smiled “mhm”

��Can I know what it is?”

She leaned in closer to me, lips hovering beside my ear so I could feel and hear her breathing quietly.

“Идиоты” She whispered, resulting in me clamping my hand over my mouth to limit the noise my laughter was making.

“There’s that smile I love.” She took my chin in her index finger and her thumb, her face once again, coming closer towards mine before our lips met in the middle, sharing a soft, quick kiss, distracting me from any embarrassment i’d previously felt.

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The movie had just finished, everyone was getting up and starting to clear up any mess they’d made, mainly popcorn that had fallen everywhere, Wanda and Vision being the main culprit, jumping at the scary parts had caused a popcorn avalanche near their seats.

Nat and I gathered our blankets and snacks we’d brought in, trying to ignore the slight tension hanging in the air, and just as we were about to walk to our bedroom, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Peter.

Rocking back and forth on his heels and fidgeting with his hands, he smiled.

“Hey, uh- miss Y/L/N. Miss Romanoff, sorry, I just wanted to come and make sure you were okay.” He rushed, clearly anxious to approach us considering the telling off Natasha gave everyone earlier.

“I’m okay, thank you Peter. You can call me Y/N by the way, ‘miss’ makes me feel old.” I chuckled, visibly seeing his shoulders relax at my response, he was really sweet, never wanting to get on anyone’s bad side. He’s a good kid.

“Sorry mi-,Y/N, sorry, I’ll remember for next time. That movie was pretty freaky, if there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”

“I will, thank you.”

Feeling more relaxed, I made a slow but steady beeline for the bedroom, wanting to have cuddles with Nat and go to sleep, hopefully forget the movie ever happened. Soon enough, we were both changed into a vest top, I wore a pair of shorts and Nat wore a pair of sweats and we were in bed, facing each other with our legs tangled together, our noses bumping every so often.

“I love you” I mumbled in between kisses, eyes opening briefly to be met by her green orbs looking back at me.

“I love you more, Detka.”

A silence then overtook the room, only being able to hear the breeze outside and a slight whistle from where it was flying through the trees. I’d usually adore this, finding peace in the wind and the darkness, tonight however, it felt unsettling. All I could hear in my head was the soundtrack to the movie, picturing the bloody teeth and that creepy smile from earlier in my head.

“Love?” I nudged my girlfriend’s nose gently, hoping she was still somewhat awake.

“Mhmm?”

“Can you, can you possibly sing to me?” Her eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile on her face, wrapping her arms tightly around me before humming a quiet melody, sending me into a blissful sleep.

By noon the next day, I had received apologies from everyone in the compound, a couple of bone crushing hugs from Thor and some complementary pancakes that Wanda had made with some help from Bruce, aprons on and covered in flour. Everyone tucked into their individual stacks, enjoying some lighthearted conversation, Nat taking the opportunity to press a small kiss to the back of my hand, I quickly returned the gesture. It was lovely.

Movie night was a rollercoaster, but at the end of the day, I was surrounded by the best people, and nothing would change that, not even the fear of clowns.

Though they’re still really fucking scary.

taglist: @the-dumbass-that-throws-knives

[ticklish-n-stuff]

i would like to see you write something about natsume and tsumugi. feel free to choose the lee/ler

Challenge time

Ehehe I got so excited when I saw this, Natsume is probably my absolute fave. I still don't know much about them so I went back to the wiki (sorry if this isn't accurate) and omg Tsumugi's wiki was just... a rollercoaster of emotions. Might become one of my new faves tbh.

Anyways, I know Tsumugi is canonically ticklish based on the anime but I'm gonna be biased and make Natsume the lee hehehe~ He needs to get wrecked <3

Hope you enjoy~!

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Natsume x Tsumugi (interpret as you wish) + Sora

Lee: Natsume

Ler: Tsumugi

Warnings: Tickles!

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Natsume wasn't sure why he ended up agreeing to this. A few moments prior, the members of Switch were done with today's practice and feeling a bit bored, Sora suggested to play some truth or dare. Without nothing better to do, the other two agreed. It all went smoothly at first, them mainly choosing truths. Until Natsume decided to have a go at a dare "I choose... darE".

Sora's face lit up as he thought of the perfect dare "I dare you to... keep your arms up for a whole minute while Tsumugi tickles you~".

The taller two were taken aback by the dare, but Natsume wasn't one to back down from a challenge. So as silly as it seemed he went along with it. He slowly put his arms above his head, while Tsumugi positioned himself in front of him. He had this innocent look to his face but Tsumugi was feeling a bit giddy by the situation, the redhead constantly teased him so it was nice to turn the tables.

Sora quickly set a one minute timer on his phone, excited to witness the chaos unfolding "Ready... start!" he yelled out as Tsumugi started to poke at Natsume's tummy. The redhead would flinch at each poke, his breath starting to hitch.

"Are you ticklish Natsume?" asked Tsumugi with a slight smirk on his face as he started to softly scribble up the redhead's sides.

"HNGH-! Y-you already knoHOw thahat..!". Even though the dare was to just keep his arms up, Natsume didn't wanna laugh so easily 'cause he knew the others wouldn't let him live it down. Too bad Tsumugi knew some of his weaknesses.

"Hey Sora, how long has it been?" asked the glasses guy as he started to poke and prod at Natsume's ribcage, earning some muffled squeaks.

"It's been 30 seconds, you're almost there Natsume~!" encouraged the blonde from the sidelines.

"S-shut uhuhUP! W-waHAit- NAHAT THEHERE!" Natsume screeched out as his arms came crashing down when Tsumugi reached his armpits.

"Tickle tickle tickle~" teased out the tickler as he kept scratching away at the sensitive hollows.

"T-TSUMUGI STAHAHAP!" screamed out the redhead in laughter as he started to kick out his legs. The teasing plus the tickling was always very effective on him, even his cheeks were starting to match the color of his hair.

Hearing his desperate pleas, Tsumugi stopped his tickle torment, slipping his hands out from under his arms. "You doing okay?".

"Ahaha... y-yeheAH!" Natsume giggled out, trying to calm himself down.

Suddenly he was interrupet by the younger one "Well since Natsume didn't last the full minute, he needs to be punished".

Natsume groaned "F-fine... what will it bE?".

Sora gave him a mischevious smirk as he tackled Natsume onto the floor. A very unmanly shriek echoed in the room as Sora took a seat on his hips. "A tickle punishment obviously~" the blonde stuck his tongue out at him as he went to town, the redhead getting lost in his obnoxious laughter once more. Tsumugi watched from the sidelines, a fond smile making it's way across his face.

"Hey Tsumugi! Don't just stand there and help me tickle him~!".

"NAHAHAHA! S-STAY AWAHAHAY!" screeched out the redhead as he tried to squirm away.

"I don't know... okay!" Tsumugi quickly agreed as he helped pin Natsume's arms up, enjoying the silly and wholesome situation they all found themselves in. Although Natsume would be caught dead before agreeing that he was having a good time.

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Sorry if it's a bit short, I still think it turned out pretty cute so I hope you liked it~!

Feel free to leave me more enstars reqs.!

[faegirly]

An Undying Flame - Diluc x Electro Vision Traveller

hello hello again. im back, at long last, with another cute oneshot between Diluc and the reader. i hope you like it. also also... im thinking of opening commissions for personalised letters and oneshots soon so, look out for more info on that soon. enjoy 💫

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Dragonspine; that cursed and beautiful mount that you'd come to find solace in had once again become the focus of an expedition, but this time you weren't alone. more often than not you were chosen to traverse the snow-covered slopes and icy caverns on your own, for menial commission like clearing paths, delivering emergency materials to adventurers and gathering supplies for Wagner to forge into new weapons for you and others in the city of Mondstadt. for the most part they had been fine, but the chill of the mountain was something you couldnt avoid.

your electro powers were strong enough to light a match at best, but against the blizzard winds and endless slopes coated with a thin layer of glittering ice, it wasnt enough to fend off the gnawing cold from your fingertips and limbs. thankfully through, this time, as you'd been preparing your journey to the mountain, Diluc had approached you and offered to come.

"I've been needing to gather some frosted mint for a new brew I'm working on anyway. Plus, you don't seem like the type to handle the cold too well alone." He'd muttered as he pulled a thick black cloak over his shoulders and tied his hair into a high ponytail.

you rolled your eyes as you tied your boots, grinning as you said, "Good thing I'm bringing you along then."

"Tch, I'm not going to be your personal heater. We both have our own assignments to-"

"Yeah yeah, I know." you cut in, shaking your head as you neared his horse. "No need to get your thong in a knot."

Diluc just sighed instead of responding as he checked his pack then walked up to the horse too, swinging himself into the saddle and then helping you up to sit behind him. when your arms wrapped around his waist, his breath caught in his throat for a fraction of a second.

you felt his chest shudder under your palms and blinked, pulling your grasp away a little as you asked, "everything ok?"

"I'm fine." he assured, through his voice tightened slightly. you didnt comment on it this time, returning your hands to his waist before he spurred on his horse and you both headed towards Dragonspine.

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snow fluttered down around you like a million miniscule anemo crystalflies, catching the weak white sunlight that peeked over the distant peak of the mountain towering high above you. a cloud of thin white puffed out from between your lips as you took a shuddering exhale, pulling your own cloak tighter around your shoulders as you followed Diluc along the frosted and winding paths.

"What area are you headed?" he asked as he trudged on ahead, arms crossed to keep his hands as warm as possible.

through slightly chattering teeth, you answered, "W-Wyrmrest Valley."

the pyro claymore wielder groaned as he shuffled deeper into his cloak, "That far d-down huh?"

"Yeah I- I need to find something there. F-Fuck it's cold."

"Language." Diluc half snapped, glancing back at you over his shoulder at you, but his slight annoyance quelled when he saw you shivering slightly, bundled in a pale cloak with the Knights of Favonius sigil on the back.

the redhead sighed a little, white fog billowing out of his nose before he stopped walking and waited for you to catch up to him, his tone softening slightly as he started to say, "I think there's an abandoned camp just up there. I can light a fire and we can get you wa-" but before he could finish, the gargled grunt of some cryo infused hilichurls pulled both of your attention back up the way you'd been heading. there were three of them charging down the snowtrodden path towads you, two with shields and a cryo abyss mage floating around them.

"For fuck sake." you hissed, reaching for your sword that swung at your hip. and though he reached for his sword also, pulling it slowly over his shoulder, Diluc again hissed to you, a little firmer than before, "Language!"

"Now is not the time to be policing my use of curse words."

"Even if it might not seem to be, I'd rather you didn't."

"Whatever tough guy." you teased, grinning as you sprinted up towards the hilichurls, snow spraying up in your wake and slightly onto Diluc's dark clothes. he shook his head at you but didn't hesitate to run up after you to offer assistance.

the battle didnt last as long as other battles you faced had, given Diluc's fire did alot of the melting of the pesky abyss mage's shield, but together, you both overloaded the enemies with ease and strength. your attacks balanced out one another, his heavy burning blows arching streams of brilliant fire and your precise, and lightening fact strikes with your sword slicing indigo electricity beneath his leaps and weaving through his broad swings. it was a dance of energy and heat. the combined power of your visions sent waves of snow and ice bursting up around you in a steady rhythm, shimmering like the fragments of shattered diamonds in the pale sunlight, glittering in your eyes and delighted smile until the last hilichurl fell and faded away.

the small fight had pushed you both in the direction of Wyrmrest Valley by chance, so after stopping to warm up by the abandoned campsite Diluc had spotted earlier and collecting some handfuls of snow-dusted mint he needed, you finally headed towards the heart of Dragonspine. Diluc's eyes though, at least at first, were lifted to the colossal ribcages that reached up and over the valley, silent as they carried lines of snow atop their boned arches.

"This place..." he whispered, voice hollow as he took in the magnitude of the dragon that made up this mountain, his eyes stretching as if seeing it for the first time.

you took a deep chilled breath, not looking up as you muttered, "yeah. it's something alright."

the pyro winery owner's red eyes fell back to you as you trudged deeper into the glowing crimson cave, your hunched shoulders and tight posture making him realise something he hadn't quite before, something he'd glimpsed before the hilichurls interrupted you.

clenching his jaw, Diluc caught up to your side and strode at your pace down into the depths of the cave, both of you being bathed in the bleeding light of the pulsating heart of the mountain.

heat thrummed gently through the air the closer you got to the heart, so much so that eventually you pulled off your cloak and let it down with your satchel, making the last few steps toward the great organ still beating, albeit slowly, at the centre of the cave. Diluc shuddered a breath as he watched you reach forward, not to touch but to sense the strength and power of the heart before you. in the red glow, your face glowed and your eyes sparkled with hope, with ambition, with.. something mroe than he'd seen before. maybe you'd always been that way and he'd never let himself get close enough to see that side of you, the side that strove for more than you were, that searched for something bigger, hoped for greater heights. in the light of the heart of Dragonspine, Diluc felt the depth of that ambition press against his skin like the warmth of this scarlet cavern and walking to your side, Diluc looked at you.

"hey.." he muttered.

your eyes were hesitant to meet his but when you did, something in his rich crimson gaze made your own heart stop.

swallowing dry and looking away to the pulsing heart before him, Diluc asked in a tone as soft as it had been before the hilichurl attack, "this place... does it... why did you need to come here? you seem more personally affected by this stuff than if it were a commission."

though the tone of the conversation had grown heavier than it had been along your journey, you remained smiling slightly as you looked back at the heart, basking in the warmth of it's glow.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" you smiled, sighing before gently placing a hand on some of the crimson rocks around the base of the heart. "This spot has kept me warm when I came to the mountain alone, kept me safe from the cold. but... besides being a source of refuge, it's also... a source of courage for me."

"...Courage?"

You nodded. "Despite being slain so long ago, the dragon's heart is still beating, still full of warmth and flooding with light all the way through the mountain, if you know where to look. Despite the odds, the heart keeps beating." Biting your lip a little, you dropped your eyes and grinned a bashful blush, whispering, "I'd hoped to take some of it's essence and forge it into my sword, so I could learn to fight with just as much resilience as this heart beats with."

"B-but..." Diluc started, faster than he could stop himself. your eyes met his again, and again, he looked away. clearing his throat a little, the young man explained. "But... you already... do." you blinked at his words but let him continue. "Even when we fought those hilichurls just now, your eyes they... u-um... you were... you seemed so alive, when we fought together. even though you almost broke my spine when you jumped off me to slam into the mage."

"ok, I apologise for that."

"apology accepted, as long as you dont do it again."

"I'll do my best."

Diluc chuckled and shook his head, then lifted his eyes back to the heart. it's tender heart reached under his skin and eased the tension there, clearing the slight fear from seeing the cold ribcages clawing at the sky just outside. the redhead sighed a smile, then slowly, without thinking about it, removed his glove from one of his hands and after a moment of hesitation, took yours in it.

your heart leapt into your throat at the contact but his palm, when you looked at it, made that spark of shock ease. the back of his hand was coiled with scars and burns, pulling the unmarred skin taught between them. but it wasnt an unfamiliar feeling. your own palm was hardened too, from the nights you'd spent pushing yourself, gripping your sword too tightly for too long until the rough leather around the hilt bit into your skin. feeling Diluc's hand in yours then, understanding what that contact meant, made you soften all the more to him, made you turn your palm over and lace your fingers with his. Diluc smiled and dropped his eyes, then looked at you again, the rolling glow of the heart of Dragonspine illuminating a hidden light in his scarlet eyes.

"you don't need this thing to give you strength. you already have it in you." he whispered, gently squeezing your hand.

you chuckled softly, stepping closer to his side as you responded, "i suppose so. though, I wouldnt be opposed to some company and encouragement every once in a while, if that's not too much to ask for."

running a hand through his thick fringe, Diluc sighed, "I guess... I could work you into my schedule."

"Wow, so generous."

"You're welcome."

"Thank you." you laughed, turning to him and watching him smile in the glow of the mountain's core. "Really, thank you, Diluc."

stepping closer himself, Diluc began to respond, "No proble-" but again was interrupted by a shout, a human one this time, and when both of you turned to the source, three Fatui Scirmishers were marching up to where you stood.

"Honestly," Diluc grumbled, rolling his eyes as he squeezed your hand once more then let go to put on his glove and reach for his sword. "Everytime when we're having a moment."

"Last time was a moment?" you grinned, unsheathing and twirling your sword in hand once more, electro energy crackling along it's length.

the redhead shook his head, "That isn't important right now."

"Is it not?"

"Would you focus? I'd rather not be killed here."

"Yes sir." you smirked, a coy tone threading through your voice and with a grin in response, Diluc charged towards the Fatui members at your side, watching you smile wider and wider as you danced with your sword, settling in himself that this was what he wanted always before releasing the fullness of his retribution upon the intruders.

[starleska]

For the f/o ask, Monika? 😏

squeals - Monika!!!! my sweetie!!! 😭💖 i'd be more than happy to oblige my friend 🥰 my apologies for taking a little while, i've been busy (ironically) with my Literature dissertation!! What made me like them: ohhh come on you guys know me well enough by now. a morally corrupt, obsessive, murderous, intelligent, reality-bending redhead? i was smitten the moment i saw her!! prior to playing the game i was already aware that she was at least a little villainous, but her personality captured my heart very quickly 🥰 the real answer is that i found DDLC once again through Markiplier, and much like with BBIEAL quickly became invested in the fan content - especially the fan songs, like JT Music's Doki Doki Literature Club Song. Andrea Storm Kaden's yandere, melancholy portrayal of Monika with that cute little giggle just got me in the heart;;; slap on top of that all of the other fabulous fan songs (looking at all of OR3O's Monika performances) and adorable fan content, and i just didn't have a chance;;; 💖 My favourite thing about them: 1000% her intensity. i apologise for being such a cliché but almost every character i love has this kind of inappropriate focus, the kind of drive to get whatever they want, and Monika is no exception. she cares so deeply about you and tells you that no matter how others feel, that she will always love you...that just makes my heart melt 🥺 put it this way; Monika would have been my favourite even if DDLC were a perfectly normal dating sim, but given she becomes a reality-bending killer, doing it all for you??? she's just perfect 😭💖 plus, she's got that dual science-humanities thing i really love in a character. i'd say a code-breaking president of a literature club counts as one hell of a nerd, and i love nerds!! (honestly, i'd put her in the same category as Sans;;;) but besides that she's a lover of books, words and poetry, and without fail that trait always snags me!! being a Literature student myself, i'd love nothing more than to curl up someplace cosy with her and read side-by-side, maybe exchanging passages every now again while we enjoy each other's company :) Nicknames we have for each other: this question makes me scream because nicknames fluster me!!! i think she likes to be given romantic, meaningful nicknames - 'angel', 'sunshine', etc. just being in her presence, i don't think i'd be able to hold back from calling her all manner of sweet things 🥺 but for the day-to-day, when she doesn't want to be embarrassed around her friends, i'd stick to 'Moni' 🥰 much like with all of my f/os i would take any cute nicknames given to me, but i'm incredibly weak for a 'darling', 'sweetheart', 'baby', etc. Monika is a poet, after all - i'm sure she'd come up with beautiful nicknames that would make me blush 💖💖 A headcanon of our relationship/friendship: university AU baby!!! i'm doing my Masters in English Lit so i love imagining meeting her on my course and bonding quickly over our shared love for beautiful words. i do really like Monika's poetry: it's mature and captivating in a way which seizes you without the need for purple prose or minimalism. just the idea of having little coffee dates where we work on our assignments and writing together...gosh 😳 My favourite image of them:

there are so many adorable images of Monika both in-game and from fanart, but i'm going to have to default to this precious, coy little pose 🥺🥺 i love how she giggles when she's teasing you and looking for your attention!! Anything else? it's quite rare that i have a feminine-presenting f/o so Monika completely blindsided me, and i couldn't be happier for it!!! Monika is another pandemic f/o and she has been such a wonderful comfort all this time...i love her so much 😭💖 [ask game]

[outivv]

Don't worry, I've actually only sent this ask yesterday x) hhhh I feel like I'm asking too much but!! A second part to my last request please?? Maybe with reader avoiding Diluc and the Winery since they're too fed up to make up, and Kaeya starting to feel suspicious and has a word with Diluc? Gosh I'm just so weak against those kind of angsty tropes, please indulge in my needs 😭😭

Synopsis: part 2 of my last post!

Warnings: none?

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

Characters: Diluc, and kaeya (platonic)

A/n: hello again! Ok first thing, I’m super relieved you weren’t waiting to long! And then second thing, I was actually really excited when I got your request! I wasn’t sure how to end the last one so this just lowkey made it super easy for me lmao. So thank your fo the request. And lastly you’re not asking too much! Again I had no clue how to end the last post so I left it on a cliff hanger :’). So I hope you enjoy the final part to this and have a wonderful day/afternoon/night!!!

It’s been about a week now since you’ve even spoken to Diluc, despite his attempts. He tried to speak to you on many occasions, but it was all in vain due to the fact that you wouldn’t even acknowledge his presence unless he was saying a heartfelt apology. Which he has not done yet.

You’ve been avoiding Diluc as well. Sleeping in one of the guest rooms at the winery, not stopping by angels share anymore, and going on more commissions to get out of town. Since you’ve been avoiding angels share now, and Diluc a mood, which was more cold and sour than usual. A specific cyro user became a bit suspicious.

Kaeya has noticed your sudden absence at the bar, and not to mention the whole tension in the bar due to the bartender being colder than usual. Diluc would typically work at angels share late at night to give you your space. Though he knew that it wouldn’t make a difference.

Kaeya caught on quickly, and decided to take action. As much as he didn’t like Diluc, he hated the bar being tense and not as lively as it usually is even more. And he missed your important conversations about the drama in mondstadt (kaeya talks shit about people in mondstadt don’t even try to deny it.)

So once the bar was empty leaving himself and the moody redhead he spoke up. “So, where’s y/n been recently? Haven’t seen them around mondstadt at all.” Kaeya said his hand wrapped around a bottle of wine.

Diluc sighed at the question, and shot kaeya a cold glare. Though he remained unfazed and only asked more questions “did something happen between you two? Are are they just busy. I’ve been missing some company recently.” He said with a smile.

That only pissed Diluc off. Even when he’s not trying and is genuinely concerned, Kaeya can still make Diluc want to kick out of the bar. “...both.” Diluc said shortly. Kaeya was surprised that his brother actually responded with an honest answer, and not brushing him off like he usually does.

“Oh? And why would that be.” Kaeya said now intrigued by his brother’s honesty. Diluc only crossed his arms on the counter in front of him and kaeya and sighed. “Being all brooding again huh?” Kaeya said noticing his brothers mood.

Diluc glared at him a second time for the night, and said “I don’t know... I got... upset with them and... why am I talking about this. Especially with you.” Kaeya only shrugged and stated “well desperate times call for desperate measures. So why not vent a little bit to me. Who else are you gonna talk to? The maids? Jean? Y/n?” Kaeya has a fair point. Diluc pondered kaeyas proposal, and after about a minute or so told him everything.

The cyro user only stared at his brother I disbelief, for he knew Diluc was easy to make mad but he didn’t know he had that big of a temper. “Wow... I... I don’t even know what to say.” Kaeya said shock apparent on his face “I mean... I had a suspicion you were in a relationship but... Jesus. Ok well I can tell you that I have no intentions of taking y/n from you I promise. But wow...”

Diluc grumbled at his brothers response and said “listen I know it’s bad but... I just...” Diluc sighed once more and looked away from Kaeya, ashamed. For he knew what he did was wrong but couldn’t bring himself to apologize. “Diluc. You need to apologize. And I get it you hate me so you’re probably not gonna listen to me but that was pretty shitty what you did.” Kaeya said, his words full of truth and worry.

Kaeya cared for you of corse and a part of him deep down cared for Diluc, so he wanted to help but he also know that he couldn’t make either of you change your mind. Especially you, plus kaeya agreed with you. Kaeya’s words hit Diluc deep as he finally felt ashamed and guilty for what he had said. Odd that it took Kaeya telling him to man up and apologize instead of you ignoring him for a week to get it though his head.

After ushering kaeya out the door so he could close up the bar, he rushed home hoping that you weren’t asleep yet. And that you were home. He opened the door to the door to see the fire lit and a figure in a chair, hurriedly writing something in a book. ‘Shit shit shit shit.’ He thought as he identified the figure as you. His heart racing yet he appeared calm.

You paid him no attention as you continued to write till your heats content. “Y/n?” He said approaching you. It was no surprise to him when you don’t reply. “I wanted to apologize. For what I said... and did.” He said. And once he finished the fast writing stopped. As you processed what he said. An unknown anxiety case over you.

‘Was he really sorry?’ ‘Why is this so sudden.’ ‘What is he up to. What does he want. He wouldn’t apologize if he didn’t want something.’ Were all thoughts that clouded your mind, until you felt a hand on your thigh seeing Diluc kneeled down in front of you so he was a bit closer to eye level.

“I know you’re probably still mad, and you have a right to be but just know that I truly am sorry.” He said. You wondered how long it took him to come up with the right words. Because that was all you wanted to hear from him. You sat up straight and said, “thank you.” Before standing up. Diluc stood up on instinct and brought you into a warm hug. You missed him, you missed his warmth, his sweet and soft touches. And now you were finally happy back in his arms.

[thelove-witch]

Inosuke genuinely feels it, the feeling of utter calm, absolute peace. the gentle sunlight barely sneaks into the room as sun is only rising, and birds gently start to sing in the background.

The warmth of a bed and a loving family. It feels like home.

Inosuke belongs here.

he lifts one of his hands, taking it to rest on his love witch's hair. he lowly hums, and he barely moves his head as he nods.

this is perfect. this is home. Inosuke does not fear going back to sleep, because no one can ever take this away from him.

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Meanwhile...

After having walked for who knows how long, her tired eyes finally distinguish her former home: the butterfly mansion. The daze in which she was put through comes to an end as she bumps into someone.

When she looks up, she meets with gentle crimson orbs, belonging to the equally gentle Tanjiro Kamado.

"Aoi-san! Long time no see!" But his expression changes as he perceives the bags underneath his eyes, the bruises and cuts on her legs plus the torn fabric over the skirt of her dress. Even blood was visible.

Whatever happened to her?

Taking her by the shoulders, Tanjiro eyes Aoi concerned, "What happened? Are you hurt? What happened to Inosuke? Aoi san, please answer me!"

"What's going on here?"

The redhead turns at the voice that suddenly spoke up. A woman with curly brown hair and sunkissed skin is watching the scene in confusion, walking towards the two of them releasing her hand from the katana sheathed on her hip.

"Cherry!"

"Aoi?" She blinks, as if not believing her eyes. The girl is in such a bad shape that it's scary.

"Aoi, what happened? Is she okay?"

"I-In... I..." She starts to stutter in a low voice as if she doesn't have any energy left.

Out of the weakness, said girl's leg give up on her, almost making her fall; if it wasn't for both of them, she would have added another bruise to the collection.

"Hang in there, Aoi." Cherry says as she wraps an arm around her waist. "We should take her to Shinobu, Tanjiro. She's hurt and obviously exhausted."

"Right."

Tanjiro scoops the injured girl up and, the brunette following behind, they both get her to the butterfly mansion, where Sumi, Kiyo and Naho attend her wounds as they wait for the Insect Hashira to come back.

"What could've happened to her?" Cherry and Tanjiro wait outside the room, leaning against the doorframe.

"I'm not sure, but Aoi came all this way on her own."

"Do you think it has something to do with Inosuke?"

He hoped it didn't.

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— inosuke hashibira.

Alexandra kisses the warm muscle of her lover under her and promptly falls asleep, not dreaming of anything but a restful darkness. Her lithe hand holds onto the tiny hand of her and Inosuke's creation.

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At the Butterfly Mansion

" And she sent m-me away! I felt like I couldn't even control myself!" Aoi cries before she wipes her tears on her apron. " It felt like a blood demon art!"

Gasps ring though the persons surrounding her. Shinobu is wide eyed as one of her girls tells her the story.

A demoness? Having a child and manipulating a high member member of the Demon Corps into caring for it. She had never heard of it but things have been stranger.

Tanjiro was the first to speak. " Inosuke would never! He is a demon slayer just like the rest of us!" Cherry was at his side and calmed him down with a hand on his shoulder.

" We need to find it and do something! Before something happens to him! He's in a whole demon's nest! And we need to protect the rest of the corps! What if they decide to go after a hashira and do the same?" Aoi cries out before beginning to sob again.

Zenitsu was leaning on the edge of the door.

" Um...I'm afraid of demons the same as anyone else but I don't think she's a demon."

" WHAT?"

Aoi marches right up to the yellow haired boy and gives him a prompt slap.

Another set of gasps ring out. Cherry then quickly moves to hold Aoi back from Zenitsu. " How dare you! You don't know what I saw! I saw the love of my life get ripped away from me! She took him from me! That demoness WITCH manipulated him!" The pigtailed girl screams at him before fatigue gets the rest of her and she collapses.

Shinobu moves to give her a light sedative just so she can sleep off the heartache.

" We'll have to do some reconnaissance. See what we are up against before we attack. If it is a nest of demons pretending to be humans or luring humans, they might try to lure us as well." Shinobu speaks.

Zenitsu is on the verge of tears at the slap. Tanjiro rubs his shoulder in comfort. " She isn't a demon Tanjiro!" He tells him. "She's like a majo! A sorceress!" He tries to explain like from children's fairy tales.

Tanjiro gives him a sad look before nodding. " I don't know what to believe Zenitsu, but Shinobu is right. We will need to investigate before we get Inosuke back. He could be in terrible danger!"

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Back at the Witch's cottage

Inosuke wakes up to an empty arm and his little boy's foot right in his face. He feels a sense of joy in seeing his little one's feet so black with dirt. It's how he lived as a child.

A smell breaks his concentration.

Alexandra is in the kitchen making a porridge of rice along with runny eggs and some braised salmon from Aoba's first catches. She is deep in concentration over her caudon and is bind to the tall King of the Mountain behind her.