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yukimiyum · 11 months ago

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HII newcomer here!! Hihi 🎀🌷🌷I love reading your windbreaker posts GJDKDKEK need them so bad😞🧎 By the way, could I ask for Hayato Suo reaction to the reader dancing to smart by lesserafim?? And wearing the pink clothes like chaewon wearing 👇👇 thiss!!

like she is a dancer and doing dance cover with the song and trying to show it to him her move... But maybe making Suo feel something different and yeah... You continue;)) that's all, I hope you have a beautiful day/night LUVV BYEISSS🩷🩷🎀

-> dance for me, dove | 735 words. gn!reader, suggestive content, suou’s got moves.

author’s notes: thanks for submitting!!! i’m not a kpop gal (gender neutral) but her ‘fit is so cute stop it!!! i hope you enjoy <3 apologies for taking so long with this one!

You’d been watching the video for hours on your phone propped up on your desk. The dancer swings her hips in a way that yours just don’t seem to want to do, and you’re frustrated, sitting down at your desk chair in a huff. You’d even gotten clothes similar to hers to try to reflect the motions on the screen, but your rhythm is just behind hers.

A knock at your door startles you. “Come in!” you say, quickly, but the door is already opening and none other than Suou walks in, hands shifting to behind his back as he takes in the scene in front of him.

Your face goes red. You probably look ridiculous to him, all dolled up with nowhere to go, the video playing on repeat silently on your phone’s screen. His eyes rake across your body, but he holds no judgement in his eyes as he comes and stands next to you, looking at the video on your screen.

“Are you…trying to dance like her, dove?”

Your face is so red, you can feel it as you cup your hands over your eyes, groaning. “Maybe,” you say hesitantly, and you jump a little as you feel Suou’s hand land on your shoulder. You look up at him through your fingers, and his smile reaches his eyes as he regards you with a precious expression.

“Up.”

“Huh?”

“Stand up. I’ll help you.”

You obey him, confused but standing anyway as he slides into the desk chair behind you, caging you between his legs. His hands land on your hips, your exposed skin suddenly hot underneath his palms, and you shiver. “Suou, what—”

“Play the video for me, baby.”

You do, and you let it repeat a few times as he follows the motions. You know he’s one for rhythm; you’ve seen him fight, it’s like he’s moving to a cadence that no one else can understand, the fluidity of it so beautiful to watch. Of course he’d want to help you gain your own.

There’s an affirming noise from behind you. “Move with my hands, okay?”

You nod again, playing the video a little slower, letting Suou’s hands move you to the beat. This was the hardest part for you; the arms you could do, but putting it all together was a struggle. Although, thanks to Suou’s pushes and pulls on your hips taking care of that side of things, your eyes slide shut, embracing the movement.

“That’s it, baby, relax into it.”

His voice is so soothing as you dance for him in front of him, attempting to make it a little faster and still having it click. You pause on the video, before whipping around with a smile on your face. “I did it, right?” you ask excitedly, and he grins, nodding. “You did, and it was gorgeous.” His voice is so gentle, so full of admiration for such a simple thing, and you can’t help but giggle.

“Let me try without your help.”

He pushes the chair away, the wheels rolling him towards your bed, giving you enough room to dance. “Go ahead. You can do it.”

You hit play on the music, and you look at him as you dance. You feel the rhythm now, you can feel the right moments to move your arms and hips to the song, and you can see it in Suou’s eyes. He’s watching you so intently, like you’re under a microscope, but it doesn’t bother you somehow. It makes you feel confident.

That, and the darker look that seems to be crawling out of him makes you giggle, your hips swinging extra hard. “Like what you see, Suou?”

His knuckles are white on the desk chair’s arms as he nods. You almost miss it, but he bites his lip before answering. “Yeah. You look so good like this, dove. So good.”

You grin again. You know what you did to him; you can feel it in the air, the tension thickening as the song ends behind you. It wasn’t your exact intention, but it’s a good pay-off for succeeding at something you’d been frustrated on for hours.

You hop into his lap, instantly feeling the hard-on in his pants as you gently rub your hips against him. ��Want me to dance like that on you now?”

He doesn’t miss a beat as he answers. “If you wouldn’t mind, of course.”

divider credit: @/cafekitsune

networks: @interstellar-inn @themovingcastlez

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#suou hayato x reader #hayato suou x reader #wind breaker x reader #adlery #✉️ transmission #📝 codex

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simpforfandoms · 2 years ago

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Here with me

a/n: I got my wisdom teeth out and I’m high on pain killers rn so I don’t know what this is also it's been like a year since I've last uploaded I've just haven't had the motivation whoops. Also requests are open so please request I'm running out of ideas.

pairing: dick grayson x fem!reader (probably could be read as gender neutral)

summary: reader got broken up with by a text of all things

genre: angst, hurt with comfort, tooth-rotting fluff at the end

word count: 2665

warnings: language, not proofread

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“you’re nice and all but I don’t think this is going to work out.”

You’re heart drops. You read the text over and over again. Guess he lives up to his name. What kind of person ends it over text? You don’t know how to respond. A million thoughts at once fill your head. Do you respond with a whole ass paragraph begging him not to leave you? Do you call him? Do you run over to his work? What the fuck do you do? Your finger hovers over the call button. If you call him would he even answer? What could you do to salvage this relationship? It wouldn’t be the same if you could fix the relationship. Doubt would fill your brain. More doubt than you already had. In retrospect, you should’ve seen this coming. Dick Grayson is a beautiful human sent from the heavens above. And you? Well, you’re just you. It was stupid of you to think that a guy like him could ever love a gal like you. You check the time.

5:48

You know Dick can see that you read the text for almost six minutes now. You freak out and reply with the first thing you could think of.

“Okay”

He reads it almost instantly.

And just like that, it’s over. Almost a three-year-long relationship. Down the fucking drain. It’s funny it seemed like only 2 hours ago he was telling you how much he loved you and missed you. Where did you go wrong? You’ve done nothing but been there for him. You’ve been a good girlfriend. Maybe not the best. Definitely not Barbara. Barbara. Her name brings a funny taste to your tongue. A pit in your stomach forms. She’s everything you’re not and more. He probably reconnected with her and realized that he’s better off with her. Oh my fucking god why can’t you be better. Be better. Be fucking better. So many words that you want to say to him. Please being the most frequent one. You want to cry. Scream. Anything. But you can’t. It’s like you’re paralyzed. You’re hands are shaking as you find the caller ID and quickly push it.

“hey what’s up?”

“me and dick broke up?” You say it almost like a question.

“What oh my god! What happened?!?! I’ll kill him”

“Babs I need you to be completely honest.” You say gulping, “did you have anything to do with it?”

“No of course not,” she says

Of course she didn’t. She might be Dick’s ex but she wouldn’t betray you. A part of you hates yourself for ever thinking that.

“I’m coming over right now” you hear a muffled voice in the background but before you could ask she hangs up.

Weird but you didn’t have time to focus on that. You just got dumped. You can’t say you didn’t see it coming. You don’t know what hurts worse, being broken up with or believing that for once you were worthy of love. People say that “you accept the love you think you deserve.” If that’s true than why the hell were you and dick together. Dick is the most perfect boyfriend. Maybe it was all a mask. Maybe he didn’t actually love you. A small part of you hope that its not true, but the logical more realistic part know that it was all just a fantasy. A beautiful fantasy, but a fantasy nevertheless. You wish you could cry. You feel like everyone else in this situation would cry. Maybe it’s because you’re still in denial. You’re still hoping for Dick to say this is some sick joke.

•

1 hour earlier

“You don’t understand I love her!” Dick retorts.

“Dick you don’t understand. Y/n’s a civilian. Telling her, hell even dating her puts her at risk. I am ordering you, not asking you, to break up with her.” Bruce says.

Dick takes a long exaggerated sigh. Leave it to Bruce to turn innocently declaring that he was going to propose into a full-blown argument. His brothers sit and watch patiently. As if they’re waiting for a lion to attack. Barbara, on the other hand, is waiting for a chance to speak. After all, you are her best friend, she has to do everything she can to prevent you from getting hurt. By that, she means mentally. She has no doubt in her mind that Dick can protect you. Honestly, she found it heartwarming that Dick had come to her for the approval of the engagement ring. She only regrets suggesting that he tells Bruce.

“Bruce I’m not a kid anymore you can’t boss me around.”

“Think about all the people we have lost because they knew our identity. If you truly loved this girl you would set her free.”

Dick mutters something under his breathe. Barley auditable. Something along the lines of “I don’t want to”

•

knock

You don’t bother to answer the door you know it’s Barbara. You know she has a key.

“Oh honey I’m so sorry!” She says as she runs over to hug you.

“It’s okay it’s not like your the reason he broke up with me.”

You notice a falter in Barbara’s face. She showed a tinge of guilt but as quickly as it appeared it went away.

“I know but I’m still sorry” she says.

“Y’know it’s funny Babs I thought I was gonna marry him. For a moment there I thought he felt the same. It was stupid of me. I turned a blind eye to him coming home late all the time. It shouldn’t have been such a big shock. I guess in the back of my mind i always knew there was someone else. I guess I should pack up my shit and get the fuck out of here. I don’t think I can handle looking into eyes without crumbling.” Tears begin to fall.

Barbara does nothing more than squeeze you tighter. A reassuring comfort that it’s not your fault. You know she knows something you don’t know and only wish she could tell you, but you also know that maybe she won’t tell you to keep you safe. You think about, if she knows that dick broke up with you because of someone else, maybe she’s just saving all the pain that comes with feeling you’re not enough. But she also has to know that you already feel your not enough. You pull away from the hug to look her in her eyes. Searching for answers. You grab her hands in yours.

“Babs if you know something I don’t please tell me, I know you want to protect me but please I assure you that I already have self doubt and if you tell me that there was for sure someone else all that could bring is closure. So please for the love of god tell me.”

She suddenly pulls away breaking eye contact.

“No! It’s not that- it’s uh. It’s all my fault Y/n. I’m so sorry.” She says in a hush voice covering her face in guilt.

As if your heart couldn’t possibly break it more, it feels betrayal.

“Babs were you the other woman?” You say not understanding.

“Oh my god of course not.” She turns her head to look at you. “I would never ever do that to you”

“Then how is it your fault?” You question confusion mixed with sadness on your face.

She turns away again.

“It’s just- oh god. I promised dick I wouldn’t tell you.” She closes her eyes and gulps. “A week ago Dick came to me asking to help pick out an engagement ring for you. He was going to propose.” She then looks at you searching for any reaction.

“He was? I don’t get it then why would he break up with me?”

“I convinced him that he should tell Bruce and all, thinking that Bruce would want to know. It ended up turning into a big argument. In the end Bruce convinced him to break up with you.” She sighs once again looking at your confusion ridden face.

“I still don’t get it. Bruce loves me. Why wouldn’t he want Dick to marry me?” You question.

“What Dick does for a living is dangerous.”

“I’m fine with him being a cop, he knows that.”

“No, it’s not just that. What we all do for a living is dangerous. Bruce likes you, he does. At first, he didn’t think you and Dick would last so he never thought that your relationship would get to the point where Dick would have to tell you the truth, but Dick had other plans. So when Dick told him he wanted to marry you, well-“ She stops taking a deep breath, “Bruce knew that marrying you would mean Dick would have to tell you the truth. So he told Dick that the only way to keep you safe was to break it off and if he truly loved you he would set you free.”

“How is any of that your fault?” You ask.

“Well after Dick stormed away I followed him to convince him not to break up with you. But he wouldn’t budge. He believed it would be selfish to continue your relationship while putting you jeopardy. He sacrificed his own happiness for your safety. He said he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something ever happened to you. I knew he wouldn’t budge so I at least tried to get him to break up with you in person but he knew if he saw you he would never be able to do it. You called me after it happened Dick begged me not to tell me anything but here we are” She finishes with tears in her eyes.

“None of that is your fault, Babs.” You say as you pull her into a hug.

She chuckles dryly, “I’m the one who should be comforting you.”

You both laugh through the tears.

“I still have one question though. What does he do for a living?”

Barbara stops laughing and contemplates telling you. She eventually stares you in the eyes and says barley above a whisper “he’s nightwing”

Though you barley heard it, you’re eyes widened. Suddenly everything made sense. The late nights. The excessive bruises. The leaving dates early. It was like the final piece of the puzzle.

“Where is he?” You say though you already know the answer.

You get up from the couch, grab your keys and are almost out the door til you hear babs say “Y/n please don’t tell him I told you”

You stop for a moment and say, “Thank you Babs” and rush out the door.

•

“Dude I can’t believe you actually listened to the old man” Jason says.

“I don’t need your shit Jason.” Dick mumbles on the Wayne manor sofa.

“I’m just saying, you’re in love with her. Everyone can see that.”

“That’s why I had to!” Dick yells, standing up.

Jason stands back, seemly pushing Damian in front of him as if it’s his turn to talk some sense into Dick.

“What Todd is trying to say is, it’s absurd that you of all people would take Father’s advice about love seeing how miserable he is.” Damian states.

“Ya, Bruce doesn’t know shit about relationships, even I can see that” Duke chimes in from across the room, not even looking up from his book.

"You wanna know why he can't seem to keep a relationship? Because he lets his fear consume him." Tim says bluntly.

"Yeah take Tim for example isn't he dating a civilian? Benard? Nothing has happened to him" Jasons says.

"Well, I wouldn't say nothing" Tim replies.

"Shut up, I'm trying to make a point." Jason sighs, "He's not dead is he?"

"Yeah, Tim and Benard seem to be going strong," someone chimes in from the doorway.

That voice. Dick could recognize that voice anywhere. They all turn to look at you. Jason is the first one that turns back towards Dick.

"See y/n gets it." He shrugs

"Yeah, I do."

There is a moment of silence. The silence is so loud. The tension so thick. The boys seem to notice this and walk away. Jason gives Dick a look that reads, "Don't fuck this up, lover boy"

When the boys all leave the room, leaving you and Dick alone, you walk towards him. Dick's piercing blue eyes stare into yours. Almost questioning you, as to say "what are you doing here".

"You didn't really think I'd let you break up with me over text, did you?" You smile.

Dick can't help it, he smiles back. Even though it's silent, you both are saying a million words to each other. He can look into your eyes for eternity. He can't believe he broke up with you without getting to see those gorgeous eyes again. But as much as he wants to keep looking, he can't, he knows if he does, he'll come running back to you. He knows if he does that, he'll never see those pretty eyes again. The reality of the matter hits him. He breaks eye contact, turning away and crossing his arms, as a way to say "please leave". You however have other plans. You come closer to him barely an inch away from him. You take his face into your hands and turn his head towards you. He tightly closes his eyes.

"Dick, please look at me." You say.

"I can't," he whispers.

"Why?"

He sighs closing his eyes even tighter. "You know why."

You silently remove your hands from his face, sliding them down to his chest. You sigh, about to remove your hands completely until he untucks his arms and lightly grabs your wrists. He looks down, finally looking into your eyes.

"Please don't go yet," He says.

"Dick I need you to tell me the truth"

You search his eyes for a sign, anything at all. What you find is remorse.

"Y'know I love you" You say

"I know."

"Dick you can tell me anything"

He sighs, "You already know the truth"

"But I need to hear it from you"

He sighs again, this time deeper. He stares into your eyes almost pleading with you so he won't have to say it because if he does it makes all of this a reality. The harsh reality that he'll either have to love you from afar, or put you in jeopardy because of him. He'd rather stay here with you in complete bliss. As long as he's with you he's complete. He can't imagine you gone. Alive but gone or dead and gone. He wishes things were simpler. In another time or maybe another universe, he thinks.

"I'm Nightwing"

You burst you laughing. Making Dick confused, but he couldn't help but start chuckling with you.

"My fiance's Nightwing" You start singing.

When you eventually catch your breath, Dick seems to have an even more confused face.

"What?" You question.

"Fiance?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Well yeah but only if you want to be" You smile sheepishly.

Instead of replying Dick swoops you up and kisses you. Not like any other kiss you've had with him, it was one filled with passion. All of the love left unsaid was poured into the kiss. Any doubt that either of you had was solved. When you finally break apart, you two are panting resting your forehead on each other. Dick casually slips an engagement ring on your finger. To which you pull away to look at.

"Oh, Dick it's beautiful!" You gush.

"You have Babs to thank for that," He says pulling you in for another kiss.

You're the love of his life, and he's yours. You know what you're getting yourself into but ultimately you'd rather die having him by your side than not at all. As long as you're with him you've got a smile on your face.

#dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #bruce wayne #x reader #angst #dick grayson angst #hurt/comfort #dick grayson hurt/comfort #dick grayson fluff #duke thomas #jason todd #barbara gordon #tim drake #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson one shot

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yanban-san · 3 years ago

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i like to think it'd be a certain kind of funny if after everything, all the strings they've pulled nshit, the ONE thing that darling isn't okay with is dating their bosses. like darling's very very much into them too, had a bit of a "they're really popular though, idk maybe im reading too much into things?" talk with elesa that... well, it happened. i'll leave how that went up to you but EVENTUALLY at one of Gal Pal Hangout Time(tm) (gender neutral) darlings like "ok. im gonna do it." and elesa's all like "oh???" and audibly sweating because this usually doesn't end well-and lo and behold you pull a "im gonna quit." on her and her eyes almost bug out of her head. two pairs of eyes certainly bug out of the wall behind you, and before anyone else can say or do anything you follow up with a "i mentioned i don't feel comfortable dating my bosses earlier, right? so im gonna quit and then go for it; confess to ingo and emmet, i mean." and oh, bless you, you're all shaky and a little jittery about it but you look so damn proud of yourself and with the solution you thought up. this' been a damn long while coming because as much as she loves you goddamn are you dense (affectionate) - feather anon

Oh this is adorable-

Put it under the cut because- is long :)

Darling's been a nervous wreck ever since they started catching feelings for their bosses- Between the twins saving them, giving them little gifts, constantly praising them and treating them so sweetly-

Darling's tried to write it off- or perhaps has always been a bit of an air head when it came to these things- as just the two being nice. They are, after all, the legendary Station Masters! They're powerful trainers, both having a myriad of strong pokemon- They run the entirety of Gear Station and the Unovan Transit System like a well oiled machine! Darling's seen them with their coworkers, they've seen their kind encouragements to young trainers who they do battle with. Surely their behavior towards Darling is nothing special; it's just their way of gently encouraging them to do their best as a depot agent! Although, Darling does have to admit, they are rather attractive; Which explains why they have so many devoted fans. And of course people would consider them attractive- Even Gym Leader Elesa befriended the two!

And somehow, though Darling really isn't sure how, they ended up being friends with Elesa as well. They're really not sure what the beautiful model saw in them to approach them one day on their shift, but she did, and seemed oddly nervous talking to them- but they took it in stride and somehow ended up with her asking if they'd like to get coffee later- As friends, of course.

And so Darling and her set up regular hangout times, having coffee- or having a pokemon battle or two- Elesa showing off some of her more exotic electric types she owned, or offering Darling tips and training advice.

However, the conversations Darling has with her... quickly shifted to romantic discussions. At first, Darling thought Elesa may've been trying to ask them out- but she wasn't. She just seemed to genuinely like talking about dates she'd been on, or her friend's love lives- and she often asked Darling about their thoughts- was there anyone they were interested in? Anyone they were in love with?

Darling was shy at first- mentioning off-handedly a boy here or there, and swore- almost swore they saw Elesa look a little crestfallen when they mentioned anybody by name...

And the conversation would drift to your work- did you like your coworkers? Anyone particularly cute?

Or what about your bosses? You know, the handsome, beautiful twins who run the entire transit system- It would be difficult not to like them, right?

Darling sighs at the memories. So much had happened since then- and things had changed, for better or for worse. They’d considered their options, and they had arrived at what they considered the best course of action.

Things just couldn’t continue the way they were anymore. It was impossible.

Darling is sitting across from Elesa again, holding their head in their hands; And Elesa’s wondering what’s wrong.

---

“That’s it,” You announce, voice shaking. “I can’t- I can’t take this- this anymore-”

Elesa looks up from her coffee- She’s actually a little worried, you’ve been looking absolutely miserable these past few days, and you normally seem pretty cheerful- And now your eyes are practically sparkling with tears. Your emotions seemed to be effecting Emmet and Ingo, as well; They had been trying to lift your spirits so desperately, but no matter what, you just seemed.. melancholy at best, and ready to cry at worst.

And now the weather was reflecting just how upset they were as well; It had been raining on and off all week, and no sunshine- Elesa was called into the office of the twins rather urgently, and it was the first time she’d seen one of them looking... inhuman around her. Ingo was nowhere to be seen until suddenly the shadows of the office stretched, condensing into a strange black pool on the floor that writhed and shaped itself gradually into a being she knew was Ingo. Emmet simply did not appear.

The Ingo before her was remarkably... strange looking. His face was blocked by shadows, and he stood much taller than a human could- and his eyes, while still silver, were marked with darkened, slitted pupils rather than his regular eyes. He stood at attention, the shape of four arms wrapped around his back, like how he carried himself as a conductor. The edges of what should’ve been his coat were writhing and stretching into the pool of darkness on the floor, and Elesa should’ve been afraid-

But she wasn’t. It must’ve been some sort of subconscious reaction, she thought, but she felt more pity than anything else for this being in front of her, for some reason.

“Ah, Miss Elesa,” Ingo’s voice was deeper- And she felt her ears rumble at hearing it-

“Our darling is upset. They’re very upset.”

“W-What about?” Elesa asked.

The shadows quivered.

“We don’t know. You told us not to read their mind. To listen to their thoughts- That it was rude. But they are so horribly upset, they avoid us- They’ve been sobbing to themselves in private. They refuse to report to us. They have called out sick when they are not sick.”

Elesa felt a bead of sweat run down her face- Was Ingo going to blame her for this-

“You told us not to read their thoughts, Miss Elesa. I believe you did not intend for anything bad to happen.”

“I- I did not,”

“-They will not speak to us. But perhaps they will speak to you. Find out what makes them suffer. It makes us suffer so. Please.”

----

“-I really can’t. I just can’t go on like this,” You finished, sobbing again as Elesa snapped back to reality.

She needed to focus. She had a mission to complete- And she better complete it soon.

“Wh-What do you mean? Is everything alright?” She asks.

“I’m-” You hiccuped as you silenced your tears. You promised yourself; No crying. “I’m going to quit.”

The atmosphere in the cafe changed dramatically- You didn’t seem to notice.

Elesa noticed. The silence that fell over the cafe was markedly abrupt.

“I’m going to quit my job at Gear Station,” You proclaimed. Your eyes were wet with tears, but you were firm.

Elesa noticed the outside- Dark clouds had gathered over the city- Oh Sinnoh Above-

They were extremely dark clouds, she noted.

Those two were absolutely listening in, and judging by the darkness swirling around the cafeteria, and the fact that it was starting to look like the Fucking Darkest Day of Galar outside your window seat-

Elesa needed to act fast.

“Wait, Wait! Why on Earth would you want to quit? I thought you loved working at Gear Station!” She exclaimed, desperately trying to stop whatever was about to happen-

You looked at your friend- Surely, she of all people, would understand how you felt?

“I- I really do, Elesa...”

“-But,”

“-I love Emmet and Ingo more.” You finished, turning your face downward.

What.

Elesa stopped. Oh, for the love of-

“Then why would you quit your job at-”

"B-Because they’re my bosses, remember? I would never date them like that- But, if I quit... I can ask them out!”

Elesa put her hands to her temples. Oh my fucking god oh my fucking god oh my fucking god- That’s what you’d been crying about, you were fucking working up the courage to- Oh Arceus above-

But no. This was Great! Right??? Elesa picked up her napkin, rubbing it along her brow.

“So, yeah... I’m going to quit. And... hopefully ask them out. Or well, I might- I might ask out... one of them at first... I’m not sure...? I don’t know-”

“DO IT. ASK THEM BOTH OUT.” Elesa practically shouted. It shocked you upright- “B-But what if they-”

“They won’t. I guarantee it. I will say- You’re exactly their type.”

You stared at Elesa in shock- Surely, not- Wait- Had they mentioned that to her?

“Re-really? You think so? I thought they’d like someone more like you-”

“Pfft- Absolutely not-” Elesa guffawed, letting out a genuine laugh. “They’re both idiots.” She noticed the shadow on the wall twitch at this remark. “But lovable ones, I’m sure- I’m sure they’ll accept your feelings, friend.”

You smiled- Elesa was always good at helping you through these things- encouraging you. “Thank you, Elesa.”

“No problem, dear!”

And for the first time in a while, you noticed the sun coming out- It’d been rainy these past few days, hadn’t it? Maybe it was a sign.

Or maybe you had no idea what you were about to get yourself into.

#Demon AU #Monster AU #Demon Submas #Monster Submas #Emmet X Reader #Ingo X Reader #Emmet/Reader #ingo/reader #Feather anon #Seth.anon #Seth.asks #Seth.Emmet #Seth.Ingo

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mystery-salad · 5 months ago

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Okay this is going under a read-more cause my altoholic ass made uh...29.5 new characters this year (the .5 will be explained at the end of the list)! Help I'm drowning...

QUAILLE (mirror pronouns): Commander who's living in a world where each dragons death leads to a direct magical explosion and fallout zone. Pure magic is volatile and radioactive. It takes the duty upon itself to keep others from having to get involved. Has every disease.

RIAGAIN (he/him butch): Commander who's from the same tree of Malyck, washed up on Claw island many years before the main plot started. Got mordremfied in HoT! Has venomous fangs/mandibles, several new eyes, and a lot of hotness <3

STIXX (they/them plural): Commander who gave up their solo life to share a body with Vlast after he died. Has many traits of the dragon and can often be heard holding conversation with themself. Similar to revenants but much more physical and irreversible, there is no channeling, Vlast is really here in this physical body now yippee~

BIG TIDDY DRAGON GF (any pronouns): the dragon, the tiddy, the gf herself <3

CARDINAL AZADI (she/her): Listen it's a long story and I've put a lot of work into fleshing it all out, but Azadi leads a group of Dream extremists uwu

BUBBLEGUM LICH (she/her): She's been a keyfarm character for years, but gaining the bubblegum dye made her a permanent staple now!

GOTH MALL RAT (any pronouns): Listen, I feel this is pretty self explanatory and you can track when they came into existence lmao

BLOODSTONE FEM (she/her): Several friends and I have made a band called the Bloodstone Fems and my gorgeous gal here plays the bass! They all do bloodstone dust after shows and will get their audiences high on it during shows. Consensual and informed doping is fun uvu

FENG TAOMIN (she/her): A saltspray dragon exploring the world! She leans more draconic even in her human form, unless specifically under cover.

GREER CM (he/it/they): a fun easter egg along with @ascalonianpicnic Decima CM, based on the suspicious twins you can run into as ghosts from the white mantle!

LET'S DECAY LOVINGLY (any pronouns): the herald and avatar of decay and renewal. You might spot them after major disasters, or just before things go wrong. He will help foster the regrowth and renewal afterwards. If you're lucky you might catch her attention enough for a discussion on the beauty of rot and decay!

SAPPHIC VAMP (she/her): another one I think needs no explanation <3 a VAMPire~

DIA (it/they/gender neutral terms): it's a sylvari with a uniquely adept skill of adaptation, able to pull traits instantaneously from any beast they bond with. Looks nothing like when it emerged from their pod, happy with the ever-changing way of things! Maximum small creature energy.

GEARR FIADH (they/them plural): A sylvari tied strongly to life who bonded with the remnants of the Void once it was vanquished. The void can not fully vanish any more than life can, and so they shall keep the balance together.

ASAKA THE ROTGROWER (it/its): One of Zhaitans great draconic heralds/scions!

RAGNIKK (she/her): I have no plot yet, I just think she's really hot and will one day hopefully justify having her take up a slot!

SIGNE OF THE UNKNOWN (she/he): Cursed by a witch who kept her as a guard dog for years, morphed into a horrid twisted version of werewolf creature (based on the RE8 vârcolac), it is now his natural form. Only the wearing of a very elaborate pinch collar can sustain her old norn form for any amount of time.

FIRSTBORN FALKE (they/them): I imagine this is one of my most known from this year, partially thanks to rostomanologist's AMAZINGLY GORGEOUS art. They were a firstborn who thought they could do it all...until they stretched too thin, and their mind shattered as completely as their illusions.

CARADOC (it/its): Human who made its vivisection/dissection kink its whole personality, all scarred the fuck up but I'm a little lazy rn to do a proper edit!

TARTARY BAROMETZ (any pronouns): Based on the vegetable lamb of tartary!

SIUVEYN (he/him): A smuggler who got caught in the crosshairs of the scarlet debacle and came out with a nasty case of Scarlet's Rasp, respirator never comes off. Has no regrets, still a prolific smuggler!

SIOIR (any pronouns): Unicorn :3

ENNYET (she/her): An asura who touched the eternal alchemy, and instead of coming out broken came out understanding it far too well.

KESSEX (she/her): a handsome woman, haven't used her yet but I'm simply swooning.

COYOTE ARSON (she/they): Thought the words would make a cool name! No use yet, still contemplating...

SIMIA (he/him): now that the face was FINALLY FIXED he's back!!! I love my lil monkey charr, he's a riot~

VAGAINA STRIPEREND (she/her): I got the name suggested on a charr name generator and had to do a doubletake, I hope everyone else who sees her does the same <3

GWRTHRYFELWYR (she/he/they): she's been a member of the Pale Reavers since it was formed, got a lil mordrem'd in the jungle but doin dandy!

SAZUR THE IMMORTAL (he/him): Made just today, I think he's really neat <3

And now for the .5!

LEAF (they/them): So I made Leaf in 2023, but they went through a really specific leveling challenge that took 72 hours! They were unleashed at level 80 into the full world of gw2 in 2024 after which they became an actual character on my roster YIPPEE!!!!!!

I did this last year and it was pretty fun. So let's do it again.

Not that you need a reason to talk about your characters, but I know some people can be a little bit shy about holding their kids up to the sun and going "Look what I made!". Reblog and show off any characters you made this year. Tell us their story, why you made em, where they fit in to your Tyria!

#gw2 janthir wilds spoilers #janthir wilds spoilers #LISTEN IF YOU READ EVEN LIKE 2 OF THESE YOU'RE GREAT #NO ONE HAS TO READ ALL 30

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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Bumpy Road

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Depression and Relationship struggles as well as Health Problems

Genre: Mild Angst, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: On a live podcast discussing his rise to fame and how its affected his personal life, Corpse stumbles over the topic of his romantic relationships, more specifically his relationship with Y/N.

Requested by Anon. Hello dear! Thank you so much for your wonderful request and so sorry you’ve had to wait for it to be posted so long. However, here it finally is and I hope you come across it and read it an if you do I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Right, ok we’re officially live!“ Exclaims Anthony as he waves to one of the cameras - the one turned to him - and leans closer to the mic placed on the table in front of him. “Hello everyone, thanks for tuning in today. I’m here with the internet sensation and mystery known as Corpse Husband.“ He turns away from the camera to look across the table at his guest, “Corpse, I hope you know how much effort is being put into editing that sticker over your face for the duration of this whole podcast.“

Corpse, whose face is hidden by a sticker of his avatar, chuckles, “So you’re insinuating that I should probably not move so much.”

“Exactly.“ Anthony laughs, “My guy would be very grateful for that curtesy. Yeah, I have an actual person who I assigned to move around the sticker so there goes an extra paycheck.“

“In that case I promise to give you worthy content. A lot of never previously heard scoop.“ Corpse says, mocking the very words he uses, laughing about them afterwards, “Ask away, man.“

Anthony briefly looks down at a printed sheet of paper before pushing it to the side with a slight furrow of his brows, “You know, these are all cookie-cutter questions you’ve probably been asked many times before. So, I think it’s for the best I ask you something no one has had you talk about. Or something I hope no one has had you talk about yet. If you feel uncomfortable with any question just say so and we’ll skip it right away.“

The sticker moves up and down to mask Corpse’s face as he nods, “Got it.”

“Ok um...“ Anthony falls in thought for a moment, thinking of a question, “The first thing off the top of my head, um, what part of the dark side of fame have you had the displeasure of experiencing?“

Corpse lets out a laugh dangerously close to a scoff, “Almost all if not totally all of it really. There’s such a big chunk of privacy being taken away from you on social media. I got to that point where I felt so naked and seen I felt I was losing myself as my fandom grew. I know it’s many YouTubers’ dream to blow up and have a ton of fans and followers but I never wanted that. Don’t get me wrong, I love each and every one of my fans, I just never expected to accumulate so many of them. I’m such a private person, it was so anxiety inducing in the beginning but I sort of learned how to cope with it, you know? Sometimes, in order to stop people from reaching into my real privacy, I created a fake one that I’d feed into and let them enjoy.”

Anthony’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Wow, how do we know what’s real about you anymore, huh?” It was said more as a joke but he truly meant it. If a person can fake a whole reality for people not to touch into their real one, Lord knows what else they can do.

Corpse huffs, “I’ll give you a hint: If it seems pretty, pink, peach and perfect it’s fake.“ The sticker may be hiding his face from the viewers but it’s most definitely not doing anything to shield the change in expression that occurs on his face from Anthony who’s sitting right across from him and notices the shift right away but before he could question it, Corpse prods on, “Y/N, my partner, can tell you just as much. They know better than anyone what’s the difference between what people know and what the reality is. They know that our relationship isn’t the sunny skies we put on display for our fans. I have my mental and physical health issues, my trust issues and paranoia play a big role in the ‘rains’ in our day-to-day life but they understand it’s all a part of me and a part I can’t control. It actually controls me sometimes and it’s so fucking annoying. But they understand. And while we pretend it’s perfect even though it isn’t, we find our happiness wherever and whenever we can. When it rains so often, you might as well look for a little hint of sunlight. That sunlight can create a rainbow after all. Believe me when I say, that rainbow is the most beautiful thing, makes you forget about the storm that just took place or might even be still raging all around.“ He sighs, preparing to bring his outpour of honesty to a close, “It may be a bumpy road 98% of the time even though on social media we pretend it’s the complete opposite, but that 2% of honest happiness we get from the tiniest of things are more meaningful than I could describe to you with words.“

And he’s more than right, words are often not enough. But the ones he used to describe what he just did were perfectly enough to bring one particular viewer to tears. That particular viewer who knows exactly what he was talking about. Because they are his other half and they’re going through it the same as he is. They’ve gone down that bumpy road side by side with him, ignoring the pain and turmoil while focusing their gaze on the rainbow above. That analogy was theirs from the very start after all. They both knew Y/N is the better one at finding the deeper meaning in everything even when there was nothing to be found.

They always found something. And Corpse will always cherish that trait as one of their best - always finding something to keep them both afloat.

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cryptids-rest-of-sin-and-delight · 2 years ago

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Mike praising and fingering the his s/o hdheegegeg (fem if that’s ok, but gender neutral is alright too!! ^^)

Mike X Fem Reader -Praise -F!ngering

“You’re doing so well, hun” Mike cooed, his fingers brushing against your clit.

You let out a shaky moan as you shivered. You had no clue if it was from Mike’s words or the way he so easily pulled you apart, his diving back into your pussy, stretching you wide.

“My precious star. So good for me. So beautiful” Mike continued, his fingers curling and making you gasp.

The acrobat gave a chuckle as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You squirmed, letting out a whimper. “Mike…” You said, before being gently shushed with a kiss by Mike.

“Just let me do this, alright? I wanna treat my golden gal well, like gold!”

The both of you snickered at Mike’s lame attempt of a joke, before you suddenly gasped as Mike inserted a third finger. You squimed more, your face growing a few shades darker as Mike continued to shower you in love and praise.

You let out a sudden moan as Mike sped up, his smiling face filling your view before you closed your eyes. “Aww, that’s not fair, I wanna see your pretty face in full view” He fake whined. You damn good and well if you opened them you would see him fake pouting too. “No. Because if I do, you’ll drown me in praises” You argued earning a laugh from Mike.

“Like that is gonna stop me from showering you with all the sweetest words in the world!” Mike joked, earning another laugh from you. “But no..seriously, I wanna see your face when you cum. I just know you’ll be beautiful when you do it. So could you? For me”

You cracked an eye open, before wrapping your arms around Mike. “Fine you win, you silly clown man”

“Can I continue then, sweets?” He asked to which you nod. You let out little moans and sighs as Mike continued to finger you. Sometimes gasping when he used his other hand to play with your clit. At some point his paced quicken and your little moans and sighs became louder and louder, before suddenly turning into a loud gasp as you came.

“Beautiful…”Mike whispered as he pressed a kiss to your cheek once again.

#anon request #nsft fics #praise #f!ingering #idv mike #mike morton

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pluralsword · 1 year ago

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This is a complicated topic for which there is not a single simple answer. We will instead give a nuanced one:

-there is a reason for the rise of the modern distinguishment between sapphic and lesbian, wherein sapphics mostly prefer gals and gal adjacent folks and will date e.g. nonbinary people and only sometimes date men, whereas lesbians won't date people who are solely men.

-what do nonbinary people who only want to date women and off the binary people call themselves, if not lesbians?

-polygender and/or genderfluid people who experience multiple genders including being a gal and a guy at the same or different times are still gals, yknow. there's nothing wrong with them calling themselves lesbians.

-there is an often noted experience of heterosexual people dating someone and then they realize they're trans and their gender is different, so the het folks if still attracted and understanding themselves as otherwise het say 'my orientation is to [insert gender] and attraction to you.' speaking from experience, real life long term relationships between gender expansive people are complicated. the partner we dated the longest would sometimes ask us during the first year if we would dump them if they realized themselves as a trans man. we told them of course we wouldn't. is there anything wrong with a lesbian dating someone who figured out they're only a man later in the relationship? no.

-some trans men are not comfortable with the idea of being heterosexual, and frankly by their own accord are not. this isn't just talking about nonbinary trans men. This is also talking about lesbian as a gender or part of one. Orientation and gender or lacks thereof inform each other. This website by a transmasc person has a really good explanation of this, it's beautiful

-for some context, we are collectively a trans gal/xenogender-parallel (this is an oversimplication) plural system. Our eldest headmate is a t4t sapphic and thus is extremely unlikely to ever date a man who isn't transmasc or an equivalent or polygender and also comfortable being dated by a lesbian (ie cis men are off the table) and even if she wasn't t4t that would be the case... because well, a lot of our system is composed of sapphics and lesbians, and um, for some of us, the contexts we are used to are worlds and memories where the cisgender category or something like didn't exist in our societies, because gender/aesthetic neutral and aesthetically informed socialization was a big part of growing up for everyone (and thats not even getting into semi-deliberate body formation stuff in the first few weeks of life). sure not everyone's trans in those contexts but nobody is cis. the term we coined for the sake of our fanfic writing to get that across is launch while we work on original fiction. for the record we dont use human gender/aesthetic system models in any of our writing for aliens, they (including alien robots) either have elaborate alien gender systems in our more hard scifi orig cont and original fiction stuff have alien aesthetic systems with their own terms and pronoun variation if the latter exists which we personally enjoy (we do use a gender assemblage and trans theory lens to approach expressing these)- and as such all of these folks have words for same-aesthetic/same-gender attraction but they are not gay or lesbian etc. they have their own terms with their own histories and meanings. so a lot of us dont even fit the -straight -bisexual -lesbian -gay -pansexual discussion just as we don't fit a gender discussion but most certainly do have equivalents of genders that we've named and iterated and adore (hilariously we do fit the gray scale ace-aro stuff pretty well there's just a lot of add-ons) because ultimately in human terms a signifcant number of us are t4t and while as a system we can agree to the idea of dating a cis gal we have yet to do that. everyone we've dated out of system has been gender expansive, trans or no, or at the very least spent a significant portion of the relationship understanding themselves as not cis

-we find the tendency of cis guys to joking about and saying they want to date lesbians at best as something that makes us want to ask them 'so are you really just a cis guy' or 'do you know what sapphic means within the last 20 years' but often is rather alarming and gross -

-but for the cases that are not some misogyny power dynamic thing, where its from people not familiar with terminology who then are willing to learn and recognize that lesbians are not in their dating pool, we've noticed that it in part has to do with the perception of lesbians as a kind of gender variation of women that to them is beautiful. its the same sort of awe one can have for someone in drag / a drag king, queen, monarch, etc. and attraction even if one isn't going to date one.

-on that thought of lesbianism as a gender-orientation thing, we think sword lesbians and lumberjack lesbians are a great example of where the aesthetic experience of material and technique modification of self expressed through actions and words and frankly euphoria therein has a clear linkage between orientation and gender. the same goes for butch lesbians yknow, and we think that's fair to say of femmes and the whole lesbian-sapphic spectrum too! it's part of our history!

this is just what we have to say on it as people who have spent much of our life together learning about gender and orientation and power dynamics including in the context of history, war, politics, diplomacy, art, and philosophy in order to be epistemically free of the patriarchy and keep it from bringing us down, and to figure ourselves out and maybe share what we can with people along the way.

“we need more weird queers” you guys can barely handle nonbinary lesbians

#lesbian #sapphic #t4t

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wisteriashouse · 4 years ago

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Congrats on ur milestone! I'm really happy for u 💕💕 and for the event, can i get a drabble of florist! Mitsuri and gender neutral reader who always buy pink rose from her shop. She kind of wondering if reader bought the rose for their lover, and when she finally have a courage to ask them, reader bashfully admits they bought it because the rose reminded them of mitsuri's hair and they kind of having a crush on her 😳😳

pairing: kanroji mitsuri x gn!reader

genre: fluff; florist!au

word count: 1048

a/n: this was really such a sweet and lovely ask, i really enjoyed writing for sweetest gal mitsuri!! here’s hoping to more people request more for her <3

As a florist, Mitsuri rarely has days that are the same. Sure, she has some regulars, but most of the time, the people who step into her shop want something different for different occasions - a quirky arrangement of sunflowers and lilies to spruce up a new apartment, a bouquet of pink peonies for a first date. Every customer has their unique tastes and needs, and Mitsuri loves catering to their demands with her creativity and skill.

You, however, are the one constant in her unique everydays. And for some reason or another, she always finds herself looking forward to your arrival.

At six in the evening, give or take, you’ll appear at the door of her shop, regardless of rain or shine. Sometimes, you’ll linger at the displays by the window, shyly checking out the arrangements she’s put outside and glancing into the shop, and sometimes, you’ll come into the shop to ask Mitsuri about new flowers, but no matter what you come into the florist’s to buy, you always leave with the same flower - a single pink rose.

After about a couple of months pass this way, the two of you are on a first name basis when Mitsuri finally starts to wonder why you’re always buying the same flower day after day. She has her speculations, of course - she’s read enough romance novels to make an educated guess - you’re likely bringing a rose home every day to show affection to your lover.

While that is very cute and something that Mitsuri would usually not hesitate to swoon over, the thought only makes her pout - she’s had something of a little crush on you for a while, with your quiet thoughtfulness and the seemingly intimate conversations you have in the private space of her shop. You’ve never mentioned being in a romantic relationship with anyone before, though, so Mitsuri allows herself to hope.

Today, when you come into her store, you glance over the counter as usual, studying some of the arrangements Mitsuri had been working on earlier before turning to her. Hoping that her cheeks aren’t too pink, Mitsuri wipes her hands on her apron before turning to you with a smile.

“A pink rose for you today, [first]?” She asks cheerfully, and you pause for a moment before shaking your head. Mitsuri tilts her head, surprised at the sudden change of events. Perhaps something had happened with your suspected lover?

“Ah, no, I’m looking for something different today,” you say hesitantly, looking over some of the fresh flowers Mitsuri around the shop. “I’m no flower expert, so I’m afraid I need your help today. I’m looking to confess to someone.”

Mitsuri fights to keep the pout off her lips. So you hadn’t been giving them to a lover, but this isn’t particularly happy news for her either. Still, Mitsuri does want to help you achieve happiness, so she puts on her brightest smile and gestures to a bouquet of red roses on the counter. “Well, if you want something romantic, a classic option is always the red rose! You can’t go wrong with them.”

Brows furrowed, you give the roses a glance before shaking your head. “They’re lovely, but they don’t quite suit... her.” Your eyes linger on her for a moment before they flit away. Mitsuri taps a thoughtful finger against her lips.

“Well, you don’t have to go with the classics if they don’t suit what you need!” Mitsuri encourages, turning around to check out the flowers she has behind the counter. “Sometimes, it’s better to give something unique to leave an impression, or for important events! How about you describe her to me, and I’ll try to find a flower for you that suits the occasion?”

“S-sure, that would help. Thank you, Mitsuri.” Your cheeks are tinged slightly pink, and Mitsuri almost sighs in envy. If only you could have the same wistful look on your face when thinking about her, she thinks. “Well, we’re not all that familiar with each other, but I think she’s a really sweet girl - gorgeous both on the inside and outside. She reminds me of spring, her smile is always refreshing and talking with her always lifts my mood after work. I’d... really like to take her out on a date to get to more.”

Your cheeks are flushed pink by the time you’re done, and Mitsuri wonders if her eyes can turn any more green with envy.

“O-oh, she sounds like a lovely girl!” Mitsuri clasps her hands together, before turning around to search for a flower. All she can think of, however, is the baby pink blush on your cheeks. “Is she the one that you’ve been giving all those pink roses you buy to?”

“Huh? Oh, no,” you shake your head. The pink on your cheeks is even more pronounced now. “I bought them because they reminded me of her.”

Pink roses make so much sense now. As if drawn to them, Mitsuri reaches for a few stems, holding them up to her nose to breathe in their slight, subtle fragrance. They’re beautiful, just like the girl you’re describing with such a tender smile on your face.

“Pink roses represent innocent romantic love, and make a good choice for early phases of a romantic relationship.” Mitsuri explains, sending a smile your way as she sets the flowers down on the counter. “They also symbolize a beautiful, fresh love and a pureness of emotion. It’s the perfect flower for her.”

You nod, looking at the flowers. “Then, a bouquet of them, please.”

Trying not to think too much, Mitsuri puts together the bouquet in record speed. When her scissors finally snip off the excess ribbon that ties the bouquet together, she picks it up and holds it out to you with the biggest smile she can muster.

“Well, here it is!” She says brightly. “I hope she accepts your confession!”

Licking your lips nervously, you reach out to take the bouquet from her, but to Mitsuri’s surprise, she feels your hands settle gently around hers. Brows pinching in confusion, she opens her mouth to speak, but you beat her to it.

“There’s no need to give it to me,” you say quietly, and Mitsuri’s breath catches in her throat. “This bouquet is for you.”

#mitsuri #kanroji #kanroji mitsuri #kanroji mitsuri x reader #kny mitsuri #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #kimetsu mitsuri #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer fanfiction

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codenameskye · 5 years ago

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Hoseok as a boyfriend - Headcanons

Requested!

Request: “Hey can you make Hoseok as a boyfriend”

This is for you ^^

Reader gender: Gender neutral

- Hoseok will be the type to call and text you every morning to say good morning and how much he loves you

- The same goes with evening; he'll call and text you a good night before you go to bed

- HUGS!

- Hoseok would want to hug you tightly all the time

- Sometimes if you're sitting down or laying on the bed, he'll wrap his legs around you.

- There is never a a sad moment with him

- Unless that one time when you argued what toilet paper to buy - but that was ONE TIME

- Hoseok will be the type to go on cute dates anywhere

- In fact, he'll try to make every date cute (with him, it's always cute - with that sweet adorable smile-)

- BAKING!

- Chocolate chip cookies!

- Though, most of it would be eaten before its in the oven.... And on the walls after a playful cookie dough fight!

- He's protective surprisingly or unsurprisingly depending how you look at it

- If another guy or gal tries to flirt with you - prepare with his jealous glare

- Just- don’t tease him and flirt back with that said person

- Hello Jung Hoseok 0//w//0

- You may or may not be walking for a while-

- You’ll be his password, phone lock screen AND home screen, his instagram posts will be full of you and him together

- PDA he begs

- Hand holding, hugging, kissing (not a full makeout - he likes that to be private)

- You were not comfortable with PDA first because you were insecure and worried of judgemental looks from people, but you learnt not to care what people think and just be happy

- Speaking of insecurities; when you are feeling insecure, Hoseok will immediately notice and make you feel better about yourself

- “You’re absolutely perfect~.”

- “My beautiful/handsome angel~.”

- “You are perfect in every single way.”

- “What do other people think? They are just judgemental idiots who cannot respect other people.”

- If you are crying, Hobi will cuddle you and whisper sweet words in your hair while rubbing your back and rocking you side to side until you’ve calmed down. Then he’ll ask what’s the matter.

- He could never hurt anyone - but if someone tries to hurt you, he will not tolerate it

- Just Dance battles!

- Okay, so maybe he wins most of the times, but he’ll purposefully do badly to make you win (you don’t mind, you’re happy that he cares)

- His sister loves you

- Sometimes he’ll get all pouty and cute when you spend too much time with his sister, but he still doesn’t mind it. He loves the fact that the two of you can get along

- When he’s on tour, he’ll try to video call you every day when he can

- Sometimes he can’t due to different time zones and his schedule is tight especially on tour

- You’ll both talk about your future every once in a while

- He’ll say he wants to marry you one day when the contract with BigHit ends and he’ll marry straight after

- He’ll start crying because he is so happy to be with you

- He’s just so happy to be with such a perfect person

- Hoseok loves you, very, very much

- “I love you, Y/N. You know that?”

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shikai-the-storyteller · 5 years ago

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*kicks down door and slams down chair* convince me to watch transformers cyberverse *thinking emoji*

If you even REMOTELY like Transformers, you’ll love this show. If you’re not familiar with the franchise, you’ll still love the show! Why?

Well, primarily because of these two: Windblade and Bumblebee.

First and foremost, Transformers Cyberverse is a story about friendship. While most of the series revolves around a war between Autobots (lead by Optimus Prime) and Decepticons (lead by Megatron), we never move too far away from this main theme. Despite memory loss, war, death, and even an alien invasion, our main characters are always there to support one another and offer words of encouragement.Cyberverse is never afraid to be sincere at the risk of sounding cheesy, because really, what’s wrong with being cheesy? The series has a very uniquely heartfelt vibe because of this, and every episode is sure to leave you with a warm happy feeling.

Cyberverse also does a fantastic job balancing serious moments and happy light-hearted ones. The series is incredibly self-aware and it isn’t afraid of making fun of itself, which always makes for a good laugh. Also, for a show aimed at kids, Cyberverse never pulls its punches. The writers never assume their audience is stupid, so jokes are never dumbed down and death scenes always hurt.

Still not convinced? Here are some other highlights:

This series is free to watch! (Really!) The entirety of Season 1 and Season 2 are free to watch online on the official Transformers Youtube channel, and they’re slowly releasing Season 3 right now. (Side note: Season 3 is incredibly good. I was on the edge of my seat every single episode).

The episodes are only 10 minutes long, so it’s nice to watch if you need a quick break / something to take your mind off things.

Practically every other episode has a scene that literally made me laugh out loud. It’s a brand of humor I can’t classify, but it’s very good. (Here’s one example).

There are no humans in this show! The entire series revolves around the Transformers. That being said, Cyberverse does have a fun take on the question “How would humans ACTUALLY react if giant robots who could turn into cars / planes showed up on their world?” (Here’s a clip of it).

Maintaining your hate for a group of people you’ve been fighting for millions of years is hard, especially when half of them used to be friends / coworkers. Cyberverse doesn’t shy away from these delightfully uncomfortable cross-faction relationships (Wheeljack and Shockwave are a fun example of this).

The writers (especially Mae Catt) worked hard to ensure there was a lot of diversity in the show! They made sure to have a lot of gals in the main cast, and there’s tons of body diversity and gender-neutral designs for a lot of characters. All the writers are super cool sweet people, which resulted in a super cool sweet show.

The animation is beautiful!!! Whoever the background artists were also did an incredible job, I was in awe over every new environment we saw.

TLDR: If you like robots, need a laugh, and like a compelling story that goes full-blown “Enemies to Buddies” (especially in Season 3), Cyberverse is the series for you!

#Transformers #cyberverse #tekina fiction #tekina-fiction #replies #primordial robot hell #i talk #ITS SO GOOD PLEASE WATCH IT...IT"S FREE #For real though Season 3 was so good EVERY EPISODE HAD ME SCREAMING...#I WAS SO SCARED....#Sorry for the delay responding to this #I have a hard time expressing how much I love this show

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svpernatvralis · 4 years ago

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FENISHA LAVELLE is a 105 year old cis female vampire. people say they have a striking resemblance to camila mendes. they work as a dancer at delirium nightclub and are part of the conclave ( vampire capo ). people say they’re really ambitious, dauntless, & vehement, but unfortunately also calculating, guileful, & impetuous. why are they in invictus? well, they crave power.

henlo it me again! i hope u guys aren’t sick of me yet bc here’s my final ( for now, at least ) bb! say hello to my boss-ass bish gal fen! she’s sassy, classy and a lil badassy. she’s a rather feisty, fiery, ball of rage and anger who cba with ur bullshit tbh n she’ll tell u this too if u piss her off enough! she’s lowkey cutthroat and always out for number one, aka: herself. but, i mean, she does have some redeeming qualities and her hair is bomb af so that makes up for it all really, doesn’t it? basically that meme: ‘ she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’ll punch you in the face. ’

fundamentals.

name. fenisha isolde lavelle.

age. 105, but appears around 23.

d.o.b. january 27th.

gender. cisgender female.

pronouns. she / her.

orientation. bisexual.

affiliation. the conclave.

rank. vampire capo.

job. dancer at delirium nightclub.

connections.

adoptive mother. monica lavelle. †

adoptive father. edward lavelle. †

adoptive siblings. lola, erik, & alec lavelle. †

significant other. n/a.

child/ren. n/a.

pet/s. n/a.

proficiencies.

spoken languages. english, & spanish.

negative traits. capricious, ornery, impulsive, guileful, & caustic.

positive traits. ardent, whimsical, intrepid, graceful, & poised.

strengths. great analyst, abstract thinker, imaginative, original, enthusiastic, open-minded, objective, honest, & straightforward.

weaknesses. very private, withdrawn, insensitive, absent-minded, condescending, loathes rules and guidelines, & second guesses herself.

appearance.

eye colour. brown.

hair colour. dark brown.

height. five feet, two inches.

weight. 54 kg.

miscellaneous.

zodiac. aquarius.

element. water.

house. ravenclaw.

meyers briggs type. intp-t.

alignment. chaotic neutral.

enneagram. type three.

temperament. choleric.

intelligence type. intra-personal.

the basics.

FENISHA ISOLDE LAVELLE — one hundred and five, vampire, dancer at delirium nightclub, + vampire capo for the conclave !

possible triggers : child abandonment, foster system, adoption, cancer, death, huntington’s disease, substance abuse, alcohol, violence, gore, blood, murder.

tl;dr. ok so for this gal, let's all give a big, warm welcome to sadness ( no, i was in no way at all inspired by salem from sabrina for that line ) bc boy oh boy, her life has been constant grief and pain, tbh. strap in for the bumpy ride, i'll give u cookies for compensation. OK SO, fenisha was abandoned as a baby, never did—and still doesn't—know her biological parents and she doesn't want to either, tbh. she bounced around from foster home to foster home until she was adopted by the lavelle family when she was eight. it was great! they were lovely people who made her feel at home. she loved them, they loved her back. in time, the older she grew, she began to resent the fact that her real parents weren't in the picture; believing she was always gonna be unloved and unwanted even tho the lavelle family did everything they could to make her feel the opposite. anywho, she fell in with the wrong crowd until she was sent off to an all-girls boarding school where she learned how to mellow herself a tad. but, here comes sadness again! at sixteen, her youngest adoptive sister passed away from cancer which made fenisha withdraw before, finally, acting out again. pressing the self-destruct button is this gal's speciality. did the pain stop? NOPE bc a year later her adoptive father passed away from huntington's disease. this time, she tried to bury her sadness, repress it and move on. for the most part, it worked. but still, she found herself gravitating towards her vices—things and people she knew were no good for her. drink, drugs, people, you name it. quickly, she realised that these things were no longer any good at keeping her dark side at bay: she needed something more, something deeper. thus, she began going down the road of petty crimes—stealing cars, smashing windows, theft, setting fires both metaphorically and literally. due to this lifestyle, she wound up entangled with some real shady folk who did ... even shadier things. most specifically, she started dating a real jackass who was violent and truthfully, a horrible person, really. fast forward a year or so and things took a swift nosedive when her lowlife boyfriend’s hands were round her throat and not in the kinky way. while she’d clawed at him and tried to fight him off, she struggled against his weight and strength until, eventually, all she could recall was waking up with a searing headache: the lights and noises just too much to handle. it wasn’t until she’d lost control to overwhelming bloodlust that she realised the truth: her boyfriend had turned her into a vampire. naturally, at first, she was horrified and it took her a hella long time to adjust but once she had, she kind of relished in her new life. once she got a grip on her nature, she joined the conclave and climbed the ranks where she now rests as a capo. all in all, she kind of digs who she is and what she is: after everything she's been through, she loves herself. it's been a long and winding road but fenisha finally believes that she's settled in her life now even if she is an overachiever who invests way more time in her job than she should. oop. tho she still refuses to let people in, her abandonment issues terrifying her to the degree that she feels that anybody she'd ever let into her life would eventually leave her in the end. *insert sad face emoji here.*

random extras.

nicknames: fen, nish, nisha ... spawn of satan >:-)

she loves art in every form: paintings, sculptures, music, dance, people, etc. she loves the freedom that expressing herself through these mediums gives her.

she’s ... experimental. she’s experimented with just about everything: hairstyles, clothing, drink, drugs, people ...

can be hella calculating and vindictive so do not cross her.

quite power hungry tbh.

she does have a shot at redemption but she doesn’t want it lmao.

she’s already been to hell so why bother trying to right her wrongs?

and boy, are her wrongs a century long list shkjsh.

high key is not above killing people who don’t do things her way.

doesn’t believe she’s capable of loving anyone.

she’s lowkey a perfectionist to the point of being ruthless, also cutthroat and egotistical.

if ya ain’t of use to her, then what the heck is ur purpose???

she can be ... aggressive sometimes and most definitely has anger issues.

dry sense of humour one million percent.she can drink any man under the table.

smol but fierce.

absolutely adores animals.

much prefers them to humans.

she’s quite adventurous and loves to feel the adrenaline in her body.

a bit meddlesome and a troublemaker.

always up for a good time.

outspoken and quick-witted with a sharp tongue.

is a tad theatrical.

really, she does what she wants to, when she wants to, without seeking the approval of others.

#invictusintro #pls give this demonic lady plots tyvm!

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✗✗✗ you see [ camille rivas ] around lately? yeah i heard that the [ cis female ] is up to no good. [ she / her ] has been here for [ three years ] now but they’re still pretty [ calculating ] which is fine because they’re also [ ardent ] so it balances out. the [ twenty-six ] year old [ dancer at mayhem ] actually looks like a lot like [ sofia carson ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ the rush of cocaine in her veins & a vice grip on her throat ].

henlo it me again! i hope u guys aren’t sick of me yet bc here’s my other bb! say hello to my boss-ass bish gal camile! she’s sassy, classy and a lil badassy. she’s a rather feisty, fiery, ball of rage and anger who cba with ur bullshit tbh n she’ll tell u this too if u piss her off enough! she’s lowkey cutthroat and always out for number one, aka: herself. but, i mean, she does have some redeeming qualities and her hair is bomb af so that makes up for it all really, doesn’t it? basically that meme: ‘ she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’ll punch you in the face. ’ anywho, you know the drill, slap a lil luv on this n i’ll come pester u for all the good stuff : - )

fundamentals.

CAMILLE ALARA RIVAS — twenty-six, dancer at mayhem, + an honest-to-god vixen / hellcat / lil demoness !

aesthetics ➤ dresses of black lace and red velvet, the scent of chanel perfume lingering in the air as she floats past, blood-red fingertips coiled around the pistol grip of a gun, red-bottomed heels clicking against marble floors, rose gold highlighter shimmering along the height of prominent cheekbones, satin dresses draped over a svelte frame that is shrouded in an air of mystery and intrigue, baby pink roses in a vase on the window sill, deft fingers stained with charcoal and oil paint, the melodic chime of piano keys, delicate digits adorned with moonstone gem rings, a coy smile spread across full crimson lips, long raven locks blowing in the cool breeze of a summer’s evening, battered books with dog-eared pages, a sense of freedom and carelessness when dancing for fun, & a sense of allurement and captivation when dancing for work.

nicknames. cam, cami, mil, millie, spawn of satan >:~)

date of birth. april tenth.

gender. cis female.

pronouns. she + her.

birthplace. manhattan, new york.

orientation. pansexual + demiromantic.

education. bachelor of dance degree obtained from nyu tisch school of the arts.

spoken languages. can speak fluent english, spanish, & latin.

negative traits. capricious, ornery, impulsive, guileful, caustic, brusque, obstinate, destructive, deceptive, & promiscuous.

positive traits. ardent, whimsical, intrepid, graceful, poised, elegant, headstrong, observant, independent, & confident.

strengths. optimistic, energetic, creative, practical, spontaneous, rational, knows how to prioritise, great in a crisis, & relaxed.

weaknesses. stubborn, insensitive, private, reserved, easily bored, dislikes commitment, & has a rather risky behaviour.

talents. ballet, knife throwing, hand-to-hand combat, horse riding, figure skating, piano, violin, painting, singing, & dancing.

physiology. hazel eyes. dark brown hair. five feet, four inches tall. of a petite, slender stature with subtle curves and long hair. has a long silvery scar on her back. her skin is clean of any tattoos. has both earlobes pierced. requires glasses but wears contacts most days. is right-handed.

psychology. aries zodiac. fire element. ravenclaw house. istp-a. true neutral. type seven enneagram. choleric temperament. intra-personal intelligence type. addicted to alcohol, tobacco, and cannabis. suffers from addiction and abandonment issues. her vices are lust, greed and wrath. her virtues are ... ( again ) honestly, probably just diligence tbh.

background.

possible triggers : child abandonment, abandonment issues, foster homes, alcohol, drugs, violence, gore, blood, murder, & death.

a synopsis. ok so for this gal, let’s all give a big, warm welcome to sadness ( no, i was in no way at all inspired by salem from sabrina for that line ) bc boy oh boy, her life has been constant grief and pain, tbh. strap in for the bumpy ride, i’ll give u cookies for compensation. OK SO, camille was abandoned as a baby, never did—and still doesn't—know her biological parents and she doesn’t want to either, tbh. she bounced around from foster home to foster home, never sticking in one place for too long. given her turbulent upbringing, she was somewhat of a difficult child. too boisterous, too unruly, too stubborn, too inquisitive. too much of everything but never enough of anything. never enough for anybody to want her. it didn’t take the girl too long to figure out that it was just her alone, against the big bad world. from the age that she was old enough to realise it, camille knew that she had to fend for herself—that she could never truly rely on a single soul but herself. the hollowness inside her chest never quite satiated, leaving her empty and only too well aware of the lack of her real parental figures. as a young adolescent, this started to crawl under her skin and mess with her mind. it rendered her void of affection and unable to form genuine bonds with others—filling her with deep-rooted resentment that festered beneath the surface of the indifferent demeanour she plastered over herself every day. she always felt starved of love: as if some integral part of her heart was missing, leaving a gaping void that nobody could ever fill. anywho, she fell in with the wrong crowd which did little to aid her foster families hostility toward her. truthfully, most of her experiences in various homes were ... not pleasant. she’d encountered abusive ‘parents,’ horrible ‘siblings,’ and even worse schooling days. pressing the self-destruct button is this gal’s speciality thus she found herself gravitating towards her vices: things and people she knew were no good for her. drink, drugs, people, you name it. quickly, she realised that these things were no longer any good at keeping her dark side at bay: she needed something more, something deeper. thus, she began going down the road of petty crimes—stealing cars, smashing windows, theft, setting fires both metaphorically and literally. due to this lifestyle, she wound up entangled with some real shady folk who did … even shadier things. most specifically, she started dating a real jackass who was violent and truthfully, a horrible person, really. stupidly, she decided to run off into the metaphorical sunset with him * insert eye roll emoji here. * so, fast forward a year or so and things took a swift nosedive when her lowlife boyfriend’s hands were round her throat and not in the kinky way. while she’d clawed at him and tried to fight him off, she struggled against his weight and strength until, eventually, she lifted the first makeshift weapon she felt: a rusted pair of scissors. [ TRIGGER FOR VIOLENCE, GORE, BLOOD, MURDER, DEATH ] and, in a blind state of panic, she jammed them right into his jugular vein, his blood squirting out and decorating her face in crimson splatters. he’d stumbled backwards, clutched onto his neck, blood spurting from the webs between his fingers. naturally, camille was shook about this but somehow managed to flee the scene with less guilt rattling her soul than she’d imagined. [ TRIGGER OVER ] in her mind, it was an act of self defence. it wasn’t too long after the incident that she found herself in a rather perilous situation that resulted in her sudden realisation that she needed to get her damn life on track. therefore, she done the responsible adult thing and got herself a decent education. somehow, she managed to get into university where her life started to shape into a positive one—the kind she’d always dreamed of. once she graduated, camille decided that she wanted to see the world. following a couple of years travelling, she wound up in santa ysabel where she quickly fell into the employment of mayhem. admittedly, this was a far cry from the future she’d envisioned when she was just a sweet, innocent lil child. still, all in all, she kind of digs who she is and what she is: after everything she’s been through, she loves herself. it’s been a long and winding road but camille finally believes that she’s settled in her life now. tho she still refuses to let people in, her abandonment issues terrifying her to the degree that she feels that anybody she’d ever let into her life would eventually leave her in the end. * insert sad face emoji here. *

random extras.

her tell? playing with her hair: when she’s lying, nervous, flirting—you name it!

can drink any man under the table.

she loves art in every form: paintings, sculptures, music, dance, people, etc. she loves the freedom that expressing herself through these mediums gives her.

she’s ... experimental. she’s experimented with just about everything: hairstyles, clothing, drink, drugs, people ...

can be hella calculating and vindictive so do not cross her.

quite power-hungry tbh.

she does have a shot at redemption but she doesn’t want it lmao. she’s already been to hell so why bother trying to right her wrongs?

and boy, are her wrongs a century-long list shkjsh.

high key is not above killing people who don’t do things her way.

doesn’t believe she’s capable of loving anyone.

she’s lowkey a perfectionist to the point of being ruthless, also cutthroat and egotistical.

if ya ain’t of use to her, then what the heck is ur purpose???

she’s v ambitious, v morally ambiguous, v self-serving and v self-involved.

she can be ... aggressive sometimes and most definitely has anger issues.

dry sense of humour one million per cent.

her signature look is her blood-red lips.

extremely skilled with knives and blades. and always carries one on her person at all times.

her most prized possession is her brushed chrome zippo lighter. it has her initials engraved into it and where she got it from, or who is something she’ll never tell.

always says she needs to quit smoking but never does and probably never will either.

did someone say ... resting bitch face???

tho when she smiles it’s like sunshine uwu

high key will sleep with anyone.

first place is the ONLY acceptable place, ok???

one of those people who just excels at everything she tries her hand at.

absolutely adores animals. much prefers them to humans.

she’s quite adventurous and loves to feel the adrenaline in her blood.

doesn’t take herself or her life too seriously.

always up for a good time and is usually the life of the party.

outspoken and quick-witted with a sharp tongue.

much too sassy and sarcastic for her own good.

really, she does what she wants to, when she wants to, without seeking the approval of others.

truthfully? she’s a bit of a spitfire if you really irk her. so, watch out.

you can find a pinterest board for her by clicking anywhere here.

#* dj khaled vc * anotha one !!!#slap a lil heart on this n i'll hit ya up for le plots !!!#indulgence.intro

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