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[deus-ex-mona]

ngl i want to see an entire dramatic chapter dedicated to chizuchan’s “oshi break up” with aizo, flashback sequence and all

[slasherx]

I'm doing fine thank you for asking, 😌

Also thank you for doing the request of Thomas Hewitt

I also had another idea you can do if you want!

Can you do a Thomas hewitt with a female s/o who can sing like really well (like lana del Rey) and he meets her at like idk when the town wasn't abandoned they used to have like little evens and the s/o sang up and like thats when thomas fell in love

I know cheesy but like aren't we all

Thats good! And yeah, no problem. Tommy's my favorite so it's always a pleasure doing requests for him :3

Content: Thomas Hewitt x fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: The gif below is one of my favorite gifs of him hehe. I also love Lana Del Rey so I'm basing this off the song "Summertime Sadness" by her. Also I do headcanon Charlie/Hoyt and Tommy to be brothers, with Luda Mae as their mom, and Monty as the only uncle and brother to Luda. I know some people have them as uncle and nephew, but I don't think thats the case. Tommy and Reader are both about 18 in this.

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Tommy both loved and hated the county fair.

He hated it because people would tell him he should be with the pigs, or with the cows, displayed for people to judge. He hated the heat that accumulated with everyone smushed together in a crowd. He hated that he had no friends to run off with and have fun with, only Charlie could do that with him, but his older brother was worried about girls. He hated that he had to stay by his mama helping sell jelly and the like, he desperately wanted to go on the rides and see the attractions.

But he also loved it because of said rides and attractions. There was a new one this year, where music was being played. He could hear it from his mama's stand. He kept looking in the direction of it, and Luda Mae could practically feel his wanting.

"Tommy, what'cha keep lookin' over there for?" Luda Mae asked.

Tommy touched his ears and pointed in the direction of the music. Luda Mae understood - he wanted to go see the music. "Well, alright. Maybe it'll lighten up your mood some."

Tommy perked up at that. He hugged her and turned to move towards the music. Luda Mae then piped up again. "But you better tell Charlie to come back if you see 'im!"

Tommy nodded before going towards the music. There was a huge crowd both sitting and standing, consisting of old and young people. The stage was made of some dark wood, with red curtains pulled back to show off the full thing. And there you stood, singing your little heart out.

Tommy could feel his knees wobble. You were singing some soft melody, and your bandmates were scattered around you. But he was attracted to you. Your voice sounded like it was touched by God himself. It was beautiful. You were beautiful.

You wore a pastel blue and white dress that cascaded down to your knees, your (color) hair cascading down (to your shoulders/past your shoulders). Tommy was enamoured. You dressed just as you sang.

As you sang, you noticed this hulking man in the back and tried to subtly get a better look. This man had broad shoulders, wavy brown hair that fell past those broad shoulders, and what seemed to be a mask covering his face. He wore a nice green dress shirt with khaki pants. You smiled, he was cute.

Tommy could've sworn he almost fainted. He turned around to see if you had smiled at someone else maybe, but he was the only one in this general direction. He kept some distance from the back of the crowd so he didn't have to hear any insults.

As you finished your song and began preparing to move to the next one, you locked eyes with him once more, singing loud and proud. Your bandmates played your instrumental, smiling to themselves as they just enjoyed playing their repsective instruments.

Tommy stayed for your whole performance, completely in a trance. He hadn't noticed the sun going down and the heat lessenig. He hadn't notice people and families shove past him to leave. All his focus was on, was you. He felt his heart pound at every syllable you sung, every note you hit.

It was poetic, he thinks. But that was soon interrupted by someone grabbing his shoulder. He whipped around angrily, only to be met with his older brother, Charlie.

"C'mon, Tommy! Been lookin' everywhere for ya! We need to go, mama's tired and sold all o' her jelly 'n shit." Charlie spoke loudly over your voice.

He didn't want to leave you. Even though you weren't singing exclusively for him, and had barely knew him much less even met him, he didn't want to leave. You showed him kidness by smiling at him. That is something he'll never forget. He just nodded to Charlie.

Charlie, figuring that was enough, turned and began heading back to Luda Mae's stand. Tommy watched him go, before turning back to you singing on stage. He raised his hand high and waved, before leaving the crowd.

You were on stage and mid-song, so you couldn't wave back. But oh how you wanted to.

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Here's my masterlist, in case you like what you see and want to request more!

[shakirawastaken]

dsmp if..you were a famous singer!

okay i liteally read @/beeindaclouds stuff ALL THE TIME and got inspired so here it is :D

my official comeback (and it isnt a taylor swift song fic!!! whaaaat) 

dream: - in love with ur music even if wasnt his vibe - bro would learn to like it LMFAOOO - learns all the words instantly its an instant thing - even before u know the words he knows them - is willing to help you write music cause he has some minimal experience! can give feedback but its not that technical - please collab with him and make him release trust issues - now that he’s face revealed hed BUMP at your concerts - hed tweet about ur music, and his spotify twitter account thing would report hes listening to it but i feel like he wouldnt do more than that publicly - wants you to have your own thing  - huge and major fan

george: - more a lowkey fan - obv still supports you hes like that - listens to ur music but not on stream - also tweets about it but its like “go listen to my s/o’s new music:) they worked hard on it” - wants ur effort and talent to be recognized - listens to it and when asked for feedback just goes “it sounds good darling” - hes just like “alr its good like always”

sapnap: - okay he’d either be really similar to george OR hes go HARD - tweeting snapping instagramming streaming whatever social you name hes THERE - “GUYS OMG [ARTIST NAME] RELEASED MORE MUSIC ITS SO GOOD” - would beg george and karl to get you on banter just to talk about your music - and if you write a song about him?? - suddenly his whole world is perfect - “ABOUT ME? OH DOLL THIS IS AMAZING YOUR BEST WORK YET” - buys ur merch even tho ur his s/o - offers his input even if he knows it might not be the best  - would dance to it with you - your NUMBER ONE BIGGEST FAN 

karl: - he’d be so sweet about it - “this is AMAZING? oh my god you’re amazing??!?” - has it as an intro to his streams  - *streaming* “guys that songs is by my s/o btw” - makes mr beast listen to it  - tweets about it. alot - posts one (1) picture on his instargam of the both of you in the studio from when u were recording - loves you loves you loves you

quackity: - covers it on stream and makes it cursed - “HAHAHAH no guys but its actually good go listen to it nOW” - keeps up his joker persona but tells you how hes proud of you in private - vERY supportive - will stay up when ur trying to write (cause hes also up doing lawyer shit) - begs u to do a song in spanish  - if you know spanish pls make it about him - if not dont ask him for help he will ruin it - if you wrote a song like getaway car or like shutdown or mooo hed DEF listen to it in the car  - he loved to listen to ur song while driving it brings him joy - two things he loves together

punz: - listens while playing val LMFAO - would VIBE if u did like indie rap or soemthing - and if it wasnt his vibe? hed still listen cause he wants to support you - maybe not as much as he would have but its fine - cause he likes you a lot - would send you beats randomly be like “lol use this” - “no i dont want too” “babe :((”

wilbur: - POWER . COUPLE - WRITE A SONG WIHT LOVEJOY? WORLD GOES CRAZY - will help you write music. hes good at it too he knows what to do and like what to say - listens to ur music, no matter what it is - wouldnt promotw in much he knows how important it is to build ur own following and + if ur famous u dont need it - u could feature him tbh maybe background vocals or guitar if he was kinda skeptical - or just duet it - its cold outside type beat yk - he loves you and supports you tremendously

LET ME KNOW WHAT ELSE YOU GUYS WANNA SEE :D reqs are open

[fishsticksloser]

Can i request dating HC with future leo and female reader who's in her 30s? (Human female reader) It's would be funny if the kids were teasing the older leo saying " GET A ROOM! " or singing the " under the tree " song.

When I'm Old and Blue

f!Leo x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, annoying children, kissing/making out, swearing, f!Leo is going by Leon, slight talk of marriage, tiny bit angsty

A/N: I know you said hc, but I decided to do a fic instead. I uh... I have expanded farther on this fic than originally intended... (ew... who would want to kiss a 7'4", 40 y/o turtle man?? me)

Leon had set up a night in, at the lair. Just the 2 of you. He'd managed to convince the younger turtles and Splinter to go out, have fun in the Hidden City. You 2 were cuddled on the couch, watching a shitty romcom. It was his guilty pleasure after the apocalypse. He enjoyed making fun of the plots and acting.

Unfortunately what you 2 didn't know was that Splinter left, but the boys didn't. They were watching you guys on Donnie's security cameras, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Leon's stump arm was resting behind you on the back of the couch, your head against his shoulder.

"Why exactly are we doing this again?" Raph whispers. "They wanted a nice, quiet night in..."

"Oh come on, this is fun!" Leo answers, nudging his brother. "Leon and Y/N will look back on this and laugh."

"I highly doubt that..." Raph huffs.

Leon leaned over, kissing you softly. His hand resting on the back of your neck. You deepened the kiss slightly, Leon's hand falling to your waist, yours going around his neck. You crawl into his lap, not breaking the kiss, but you feel him smile as you situate yourself.

"Leon and Y/N sitting in a tree..." You both pull away, confused. Leo's voice echoed around you, but you couldn't tell where it was coming from.

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Mikey's voice follows. Leon huffs, frown pulling his face down.

"Fucking kids..." He groans, burring his face in your chest. You held back a laugh at his irritation.

"Ignore them." You hummed. He chuckles, diving back into the kiss. It was more passionate than before. You laugh against his lips, pulling him closer. Leon happily followed, leaning forward, his hand on the small of your back. He made his way down your neck, making sure to leave marks.

"Get a room!" Leo yells. You grabbed a pillow and threw it in the direction of Leo's voice, since Leon's only hand was busy keeping you from falling. You assume you hit him because he squealed.

"Let's go back to your place." Leon pants, standing up. You were always amazed at his strength, holding you with one arm like you weighed nothing. You held on desperately as he made his way topside, to your house.

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Leo was a constant distraction when you and Leon were together. Constantly making disgusted noises when you 2 kissed or Leon did something romantic. He'd even cover Mikey's eyes if he was there when you 2 kissed.

You tried your best to ignore him, but it was so hard. You kissed Leon before you went home, Leo made sure to sound like he was throwing up. Dancing together while making dinner, Leo would yell to get a room. It was infuriating.

"You sure you don't want to just move in with me?" You joke.

"Yeah... And have everyone confused about this whole situation?" Leon smiles, waving his hand over his face. "Could you imagine? Especially what your family would think."

"And here I thought you were going to propose soon." You huff, sarcastically. He chuckles softly, kissing your temple.

"I would, if I was human." He admits. "But I'm not, you are. Honestly... I don't know why you're still here. You could have a normal relationship."

"Normal?" You snort. "Where's the fun in that?"

[thatdeadaquarius]

Aquarius’s Genshin Impact... MASTERLIST?!

☕️ Tip me an iced coffee?! :O

* = IMPOSTER AU = NOT dark/yandere!

* = Art made by me for the post!

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Turn on the background music?

Chronological-ish, so CHECK NEAR THE BOTTOM SECTIONS FOR NEWER POSTS.

(sorry about reformatting again guys...)

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Your Birthday! (ft. cute platonic Bennett)

...Whatcha listenin’ to Player?

You’re a walking speaker (sounds from ur memories)

Latino! Reader, You're feeling a little homesick... (mostly Zhongli scenario!)

You introduce Teyvat to the lovely music of KPOP (check the reblogs!!)

You made your babes gifts! ALL Characters/PART 1 - Travelers/Dainsleif, Pyro, Electro, Anemo

^ PART 2, of the gifts!! ^

Childe reacts to his voice actor's song covers

O Aquarius, dead stars you are, what is my horoscope today?

Razor, best boy.

Bennett, ft. Razor (part 2-ish!)

Qiqi, best girl.

Headcanons of an Avatar AU (the fantasy movies)

TCG Genius Invokation... wait, they're your Favorite Card???

* Imposter! AU while parenting Razor (non-yandere/not-dark version)

* Possession AU! - you can still control your characters, but by possessing them! PART 1

* Possession AU! - PART 2

Neurodivergent!Reader, Ganyu my beloved!

* Strawberry Scarameow.

You're an Army Veteran and you brought the gun

Minecraft AU!! :D ⛏️

Costa Rican Reader spreads their culture <3

* Possession AU Fanfic, only AO3 (Ongoing)

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Language Shenanigans!

OG Blunt Language in Teyvat AU! Post :) (check the reblogs for that post for awesome add-ons from followers!)

Blunt Lang. AU! Colorful Cussing

Blunt Lang. AU! Vine Boom every time you speak (+sprinkle of bilingual)

Blunt Lang. AU! Actually you’re just having to learn Teyvatian lang. that’s why ur blunt

Blunt Lang. AU! with a dash of Neurodivergent! Reader, your trying to be flowery... it’s not working...

Blunt Lang. AU! You're a writer! ...well now it's an ancient artifact and a bestseller.

Some more Blunt Lang. AU! fun AND more blunt lang. AU! fun :0

Paimon being rude in Sumeru

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Audio Processing Disorder (Reader with APD) Shenanigans, (mostly Diluc scenario!)

Neurodivergent! Reader stims! ...and Teyvatians thought that was your language...

Neurodivergent! Reader is a child/different ages randomly ft. Non-native English speaker

Teyvat’s countries have the Simlish versions of Japanese, German, etc.

Your Native Language is holy... except you mostly cuss with it

Slang words don’t translate well... or texting lingo

Tumblr / 2023 Slang doesn’t translate well...

...Teyvat is trying to make your slang words translate...

You’ve yet to realize that Teyvat has multiple languages (looks at hieroglyphics) ...is this Loss. the oldest record of language... “sus”

You know sign language and help out a lost kid, Teyvat melts AQUARIUS got isekaied?! with my followers??!! (check the reblogs too!) Nobody wants to tell You (god) that you’ve mixed up some words... You’re really out here just speaking gibberish, ya trickster god

You sound like an Animal Crossing character to Teyvatians

Godly game of charades scenario

You give up translating and just start running around (encoded/cipher! post)

You're an Eldritch God of Teyvat... so ofc no one understand you (check the reblogs too!)

You know French. You use this power appropiately.

Reader only writes to talk!

You're multilingual! ...Alhaitham is outside your door.

You're Brazilian, Teyvat is calm about this.

Ancient tablets nice... oh god its a hurt/no comfort fic.

*Eldritch God Reader Fanfic (thanks for 1000+ followers!!)

^^ part 2 of the above, also an ao3 link!

Teyvat doesn't write novels, but you do lol

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[nonnieapple]

⛈☂ Siren Song☂⛈

 • (Marshall Lee x reader)  • r a t i n g: t e e n & u p • 1 2 7 1  w o r d s  • p o s t e d 17.09.2023      🌧 navigation  • s u m m a r y: you hear a voice singing while out exploring the woods. you go to investigate and find someone unexpected.

You huffed as you jumped down from a concrete block covered with vines, your hands meeting the dirt. It looked like it was about to rain, and the sun was on its way to set, its rays muffled by thick storm clouds. 

  You straightened out of your crouch nimbly. You fixed your comfortable adventure clothes. 

  You inhaled and relished as your lungs filled with oxygen-rich forest air. Birds chirped, crickets rehearsed their symphonies, a small orchestra hid by foliage, and the breeze caressed your skin gently. 

  It was a beautiful evening, and you walked through the clearing calmly. 

  A sound caught your attention. No, it wasn't a bird. It wasn't a bug. Neither was it a party or an animal. The sound was more like a voice. You quirked your brow as you squinted. 

  You tried to follow the sound, wandering through the forest. 

  Your hands met with the bark of ancient trees as you sighed. No dice. But you were curious, you wanted to know who it was that was singing so pleasantly. For a few moments, you continued to wander, and after what seemed like too long, the voice came closer. It felt like you just needed one more turn and you'd meet the singer.

  If that was a forest siren singing, they had you in their grasp, and you'd be siren food. 

  The breeze rustled your hair as you stopped at a small clearing with warm, dim fairy lights hanging on trees. Your breath hitched and your eyes sparkled with wonder. It didn't seem like the lair of a vicious beast. More like the lair of a hipster or something. 

  You walked out from the trees. 

  "Hello?" You asked an empty clearing. 

  "Hey," A smooth baritone said as a person with a guitar appeared, floating mid-air ahead of you. You stepped back. 

  "Woah!" You gasped as you took in his form. He had midnight black hair, strange, unnatural eyes, desaturated light teal skin, and... long, sharp fangs sticking out from his smirking lips. A vampire. With a sick guitar that looked like an axe. It was a bright crimson. He strummed it leisurely. 

  "What do you want?" He asked with an exasperated sigh, tilting his head, his eyes half-lidded. He addressed you as though you were an annoying door-to-door salesman. You crossed your arms awkwardly and studied his guitar, and his long, clawed fingers. The sleeves of his wine flannel were hitched up over long inhuman forearms. 

  "I heard you singing and decided to check it out. Thought you were a siren," You laughed lightly as you shrugged. He raised a brow. 

  "Your voice is nice," You complimented quietly. His gaze softened and he floated lower. His black bangs fell over his face. 

  "Thanks," He said humbly, a slight pink tinge to his face. "Have I seen you before?" He pointed at you, his other hand holding the neck of his instrument. 

  You hummed. 

  "Could be. I've seen you around, though. Marshall, right?" You pursed your lips. The breeze blew gently, carrying the scent of the vampire's vague cologne. 

  "Yeah, Marshall Lee," He floated so that it looked like he was laying down, his pointed ears poking out, and he played a few chords. "I think I've seen you at Fionna's parties." 

  You nodded, kicking the glass under your feet. 

  "Yeah, I just go to stand around all awkward. But it's fun seeing people have fun, I guess?" You raised your hands. 

  "You're human, right?" He studied your ears. His tone had a mocking aftertaste. More clouds rolled in as the sun set nearly fully, shrouding the cool forest in shadow, but the fairy lights lit the clearing up pretty nicely. 

  "Yeah, and I take it you're a vampire." You sat down on a piece of an abandoned fridge, hands on your knees. 

  "Vampire King," He smirked as he floated near your face and then swerved back and up, crossing his legs leisurely. You leaned forward, your face heating up a bit. The guy was mad charming. A mad charming “bad boy”, which spelled trouble for you and your friends whose ears you'd talk off about him later. If what you had heard about him was true, he was one. The most egregious "incident" was the time he dyed everything Gumball owned green. Even Gumball himself. Famously, Gumball hates green.

  Marshall was then banned from the Candy Kingdom. He was banned from many places. Even Cracker Barrel. You'd also heard he was a classic rockstar, and you know what that means. Drink, smoke, snort ring a bell? 

  "Fancy title for such a punk." You raised your brow with a challenge. 

  "I'm a multifaceted individual. Maybe you'd know that if you were one too." His expression feigned solemnity. The upturned corners of his black lips and tone gave away his teasing. His ears lowered. 

  "Psh, you've just met me, essentially, and you're in the globdamn woods, who cares what you've got to say?" You smiled, putting your hands on your hips. 

  His nose crinkled, and black-sclera eyes with vertical pupils bored into you. He held a serious silence. Now this act was believably pissed. So believable you were getting worried, and your expression turned to badly concealed fear. 

  He burst out in a mischievous giggle,  throwing his head back. 

  "Good one." He smiled with a slight darkness. Man, was he one confusing sexuality-defying vamp. 

  Droplets of rain dropped on the trees above you. His ears tilted up to the sound, and for a split second, he looked like a confused cat. 

  "It's gonna rain soon. And by soon I mean two minutes ago." You frowned as cool air hit your skin, freezing you to your core. 

  Marshall huffed through pointy teeth.  His pierced ears drooped in annoyance. 

 "I'd love to see you soaked and all, but I can't get my guitar wet. Wanna go somewhere else, cream puff?" 

  "That's the first good idea you've had as of recently," You muttered. You blinked. "W- cream puff? Soaked?" You stuttered, your voice losing every shred of confidence. 

  "That is what I said. Well done!" He gave you a thumbs up. Your mouth opened a little, your expression as if you were about to sneeze. 

  "You gonna keep calling me that?" 

  The grass rustled, taps echoing off the foliage. 

  "What do you think?" 

  You sighed. 

  A drop of rain hit your arm. 

  "I think we should hurry."

  Marshall adjusted his guitar, floating to you and poking your back. You flinched. Son of a witch...

  "I like what you're saying. Rare occurrence, isn't it?" He bit his lip and gave you a side eye as you walked- floated- through the forest, leaves shielding you from rain. 

  "I wish I could punch you." You shook your head. 

  "Why don't you?" He coaxed, dodging raindrops. 

  "Your face is the only good thing about you." You shrugged. 

  "Aww, what about my sick guitar skills?" He played a chunk of a solo full of hammer-ons and gob knows what. You sure as hell weren't looking at his guitar at that moment. 

  "Hm. They're good, I'm just kidding."

  You stepped over a turtle. The rain was beating down substantially. It hit the leaves loudly. Taps could be heard all over. It felt peaceful. 

  "I don't know if I'm kidding. But I'm not kidding when I say you're the hottest person I've ever met in a forest," He purred, raising his brows suggestively. Awful. Criminal. Jail.

  And after that, you felt a little less peaceful. You crossed your arms as you shot him a sharp look. 

  "Are you always like this?"

  He smiled, flashing his sharp teeth. 

  "You bet."

[infranuz]

Hii can I get a Chishiya x reader where the reader is an artist? It can be in whatever format u like, I don't really mind. Please and thank u!

“ A PAINTING FOR YOU!! ” — chishiya x artist!reader

where chishiyas s/o is an artist who likes to take painting commissions, except this time valentine’s day is getting closer and they want to make a special gift just for chishiya.

— HIHI!! TYSM FOR REQUESTING,, I had this idea to add on to the request hopefully you don’t mind<3 but I hope it is to your liking!! ,, ps there’s most likely spelling and grammar mistakes so anything I missed, feel free to correct me 💕 also so sorry for writing this 4 days after valentines😭 ,, also,, mentions of wife and husband..

it was currently 10 pm, saturday february 11. three full days before valentine’s day, yet you were still busy finishing up your commissions instead of planning something special for your boyfriend. the thought of making something for him this year crossed your mind as you were scrolling through Instagram looking through your feed. it wasn’t a bad idea at all actually. surely chishiya would appreciate a gift.

you were a painter who made portraits and other paintings for people, chishiya admired this. he always wondered how you were so patient yet fast when handling your art. truly a unique talent, even for him to admit. you had actually tried to teach chishiya how to sketch and make a good painting, the basics. not once did it work out. he may be a fast learner but sticking to the med field instead of art would be better.

still, you always kept his painting attempts most of the time. point is, valentine’s day was approaching rather quickly and this year you wanted to use your talent to good use. it had to be something meaningful yet pretty, something he would love to admire. this was your second year as a couple celebrating the 14th together. you had thought of other things to possibly gift the half blond but chishiya was never the materialistic type so choosing something for him was rather difficult.

so that’s when the idea of a painting came in, i mean you could easily finish a canvas in three days, right? the moment you realized what you wanted to do you got up from your bed and immediately started to sketch out your idea. you only had three days to finish the painting, thank god chishiya didnt live with you, otherwise the gift would’ve been a big fail right from the start.

after about an hour of narrowing down your ideas, you went for the safer option, your favorite date spot. it was more of a rough sketch idea since you weren’t fully sure when you first started, finishing the sketch would probably take all night but you were willing to take that risk. of course you would be closing and pausing your commissions just until the 15th so you could focus on the main thing.

obviously the colors would be a pain to find so mixing and combining the ones you had at home were the safer option. greys, whites, some really pigmented and bright ones others pretty dark.. yet it was a good palette. it all looked good together when you tested it on a small scaled canvas. it was now 7 am, frebruary 12th, took all night to finish, but at least the picture itself was done.. good news!!

although the bad news on the other hand,, chishiya would be arriving at your doorstep any moment now. he would always make sure to see you before a shift of his at the hospital, which was quite early. you had to put a cover over the canvas and securely lock your art room beforehand. it was screaming suspicion but who cares, not like you killed anyone. though the idea of chishiya finding out his gift wasn’t pleasant so before he arrived you tried to look natural which wouldn’t be easy with the evident dark circles under your eyes that made it obvious you hadn’t slept an inch.

right after you walked back to the kitchen the sound of keys trying to unlock the door were heard. normally you would be happy yet sleepy of his presence right before going to work. this time you were nervous and still sleepy, he figures things out way too quickly specially when you act suspicious, he can read a person too well. you heard him go upstairs, thankfully not where your art room is at. confused you waited for him to come back downstairs, “there you are, I thought you were still be in bed” chishiya made his way to the counter. on sundays you stayed in bed until he arrived and woke you up to eat breakfast.

“I woke up a tad bit earlier today” you turned to him with two mugs filled with hot water. “morning chishi” you smiled at him trying to shake off the nervousness. he looked up at you and his eyes immediately landed on the dark circles right beneath yours. “did you not sleep well?” he frowned. “ah, this? I was finishing up some commissions last night that I completely forgot to sleep haha..” he raised a brow at you with clear confusion, but questioned no further.

to anyone, you staying up finishing any art project of yours would be normal, to him it’s was very,, weird. chishiya knew you all too well, you would never and when I say never it’s because clearly, never have you stayed all up all night trying to finish a canvas. still he didn’t mention a single word of this, “you should’ve told me, you could be sleeping right now instead of having breakfast with me” it was your time to frown, “but I wouldn’t have seen you today, anyway it doesn’t bother me I purely run on coffee” you said proudly.

“you’re stupid” he sighted, though truth is he was glad he got to see you before work, long hours at the hospital were exhausting specially when he didn’t get to see you all day. he would never admit to that though. “make sure to sleep after, it’s not healthy not getting any sleep, you could get sick” there he goes again scolding you about your health, it’s almost as if he was your husband and you his wife. “i know, i know, don’t worry i will” you weren’t..

he left soon after you packed his lunch, which was rather silly. everytime you thought about it, it would be almost as if you were a married couple. with a quick kiss and hug he exited your house and walked to his destination.

right after he left you grabbed your keys and unlocked your art room again ready to continue. he would scold you later when he finds out you went straight to your project rather than sleeping. but that would be a worry for later. sadly he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow when he finished his shift.. at least it would give you more time to work rather than having to hide your painting.

at some point you decided to stop and actually take a small nap, anyway you were half done and it was 1 am, february 13th. once again you put a cover over the canvas and locked the door before walking up to your room and finally sleeping. yet that didn’t exactly do much for your eye bags.

“you didn’t sleep again?” he sounded tired and sleepy the very next morning he arrived from the hospital “you haven’t slept either chishi” whenever he arrived at your doorstep tired from his long hour shifts you would grow worried for his health. “let’s get you to bed” you grabbed his hand as he followed. it was a pretty normal routine by now. he would sleep at your house while you either stayed right beside him or went out to buy groceries. this time you would have to go back down and finally finish the project. which was very risky considering he was there.

he immediately knocked out after he felt himself laying down, you giggled at his sight as you went back downstairs. you made sure to lock your art room before starting so he wouldn’t accidentally walk in on you making his gift. after many hours later the painting was finally done and you could get a good rest right next to your boyfriend.

finally the 14th of february arrived, you were excited to show him his present that you worked hard on. hoping that he would like it even more, you took him to the exact same spot that was painted into the canvas. a picnic date to be exact. you were both clearly still in need of sleep but that business would be for later after your date.

he had a bag and some flowers in hand when he arrived, he was wearing the white hoodie you got him last year with a white shirt underneath and sweatpants.. typical of him. the canvas was right beside the basket of food you brought but that would be opened after you were done eating.

some small typical talk later you both finished your food “thankfully you had today off, you seriously needed a break” you were picking up and trashing the items you no longer used. now, it was the time for gifts , much to his dismay. chishiya was never good with words so he always just handed you your gift straightforward “here” he grabbed the bag by his side and gave it to you. it was a necklace with both of your initials although the s stood out more.

you let out a grin “thank you shuntaro”, surprisingly he didn’t buy you a ring, (he was about to).. actually even more surprising, he got you jewelry. you asked him to clip the necklace from behind your neck. it was a pretty necklace needless to say. he also handed you a letter but he advised you to open it later when he wasn’t in your presence anymore.

now it was your turn to give him his gift. you let out a deep breath and grabbed the boxed canvas behind you. “i wanted to gift you something special this year, so hopefully you like this” you hand him the painting.

he slowly unwraps the tie and opens the box, for a second you see his eyes widen as he stares at the content inside, slowly they soften and he smirks “so this is what you were hiding” you look up at him shocked “YOU KNEW?!?” you couldn’t believe such a moment was ruined by him telling you he already knew.

“it was pretty obvious dumbass” you sighted in defeat “at least you didn’t know what the painting contained..” you smiled softly “do you like it?” you looked up at him, his eyes to be exact. he only hums and smiles at your words, you feel all the nervousness lift from your shoulders.

you launched yourself at him with joy as he falls back on the grass. his hands travel to your waist as he hugs you. truth to be told you loved these moments were chishiya showed just how much he actually enjoys being with you without him having to actually say it.

your hands land on both of his cheeks, a small kiss to his forehead. “i’m glad you liked it, let’s have more years together okay?” you smile at him. chishiya could only chuckle at your words yet agree, he looked forward to spending many more years to come with you and truly, only you.

[captainofthedauntless]

S/O's Hobbies HCs

This wasn't requested, but I wrote down the first little idea and then it snowballed wildly out of my control. Have some Bay Boys and how they engage with their partner's hobbies.

Like their namesakes suggest, these are Renaissance men, okay? They do a bit of everything (partially because they've always had a lot of time to fill), and they absolutely want to learn about whatever you do.

Donnie is naturally curious across the board. He wants to know a bit about everything all the time- and you happen to be his favorite subject to study! Even if your hobbies aren't his thing, he absolutely wants to learn about them.

He also loves to apply his own knowledge to them! If he knows something about it that you might not, he loves to offer it up- exchange of knowledge is this guy's love language. He's careful not to sound condescending, he's just excited!

If you're into woodwork, he's over the moon- he hates doing it himself. He'd much rather weld for three days straight than have to work with wood for any significant period of time. However, he does love dropping tree facts on you ("You know, this tree is actually considered invasive in parts of Europe.").

If you're into anything with a chemistry element, like cooking or baking (or makeup or traditional art), he's all about it. He views it all from a very chemistry-heavy angle, so he adores hearing and seeing your thought process and perspective. He knows how the ingredients you're using (or were used in your supplies) work together to create the end product, but he loves to learn about how you use them.

If you're any kind of performer, he loves seeing you practice! Please show him videos of your performances, he'll love every single second. He is your biggest cheerleader. He'll notice little details in your work ("I love how you said that line! Quick and angry but still speaking so clearly- that's so impressive, love." or "Oh!! That spin! Look at you go!" or "That note was perfect, sweetheart- I could listen to this all day.") and will absolutely study up on your art of choice so that he can better appreciate what you do!

Same with sports! He loves to watch any clips you have, even if they're from your friend's shitty eight year old camera that has about 12 pixels to offer. Don would absolutely do drills with you if you asked- pitch a ball, guard a goal, swing a bat, whatever. He likes trading warm up and cool down routines, too!

You're into mechanics? Machinery? He's so excited to compare notes. You love driving- or even better, being driven? Dates on the road. All the time.

If you write, he would love to read anything you'll give him! If you write nonfiction, he loves to see your thoughts and findings and keeps a little notepad of questions and observations to talk to you about. If you're a fiction person, he loves to find your voice in the descriptions and characters! He gets absorbed in the story- right up until he sees a phrase you use a lot around him, and he has to take a second to be all smiley because he loves you before he keeps reading. Poetry? He somehow admires you even more than he already did. Will absolutely ask you if he can print a copy of one of your poems to keep by his computers- it doesn't take long at all before he could recite your work from memory.

Please tell him all about your creative choices, no matter what your hobby is. Painting? Tell him why you chose those colors, that angle, that medium. Dance? Talk about why you chose that song and did that wave with your arm. Music? Explain why you switched up the notes in that cover you did, or why you chose the chords you did in that song you wrote. Writing? He wants to hear about every single scrapped concept.

If you have a performance or a game or a display of any kind, he's absolutely either sneaking his way to watch- even if it's through a window or skylight- or hacking into whatever camera he can.

If you give him something you've made- be it a painting, something you wrote, a sculpture, a bowl, a stuffed animal, whatever- it's going where he'll see it every single day. It's his prized possession. It makes him smile even when he feels like shit.

Leo's a big believer in the value of mindful hobbies. He uses his to relax (something that does not come naturally to him, especially these days), but also to keep his mind as sharp as his swords.

He's an even big believer in the value of you. He loves sharing his life with you, and cherishes any time you share yours with him- including your hobbies!

This acts of service bitch will do anything he can to help you out with your hobbies. If you're an artist with traditional mediums or makeup, he's offering to wash your brushes. If you paint on wood or canvas, he's happy to prep them for you. If you work with watercolor, he's emptying and refilling your paint water as often as you want. You're building something and need supplies or equipment held or moved? You mean, an excuse to show off help his partner? He's in heaven.

Any gear or equipment you use that needs to be cleaned, he's there and ready to help. However, he's careful to only help with permission- the boys all have a lot of respect for people's possessions and space. There weren't many ways to separate their things growing up, and even fewer things to separate, so (with some siblings-gonna-sib exceptions) they're all very, very good about not touching your shit. Leo specifically makes the comparison to his katana- if someone cleaned them without his permission, he'd be royally pissed. He's not about to do that to you. Just know that all you have to do is ask, and it's as good as done! (And it's done well, too. He'll pay intense attention to your instructions and follow them to the letter, taking his time and moving very carefully.)

He's a bit intense in general, actually. When you're showing him your work or your process, you have his entire focus. Nothing else matters. It's sweet, but it probably makes you trip over a few words while you're explaining.

He puts the constructive in constructive criticism. Critique is the key to improvement in his opinion, so he's definitely offering his thoughts unless you specifically ask him not to. A big part of Leonardo's life is wanting to be the best he can possibly be, and he does everything he can to help his loved ones do the same, including you! You whip up a meal? "This is delicious, baby. I think a little char would make it legitimately perfect." You're practicing choreography? "Looking good! Swing that leg just a little higher!" Writing? He's the perfect beta reader, if you really want to catch errors. He has a flawless eye for misplaced commas.

He loves anything to do with words, so if you're a writer, songwriter, poet, actor, whatever? He's delighted. He soaks up your work like a tree soaks up sunshine. Words have power, and you have power, and putting the two together means he's in awe. Will read and reread your work as many times as he can if you write. If you're a speaker- actor, spoken poet, whatever- he's front and center for every practice session you let him witness. Will take notes on his favorite moments and shower you in praise after.

He also loves music. Loves it. You play an instrument? The moment you're willing to share, he LIVES to hear you play. You sing? He's pretty sure he's actually falling more in love, and he didn't know that was possible. You're an avid listener? Please, please, please share your favorite tracks and albums and artists with him. Please have him over to your place- away from the noise of Don's work and Raph's weights and Mikey's Mikeying- and put on your favorite record and cuddle up to listen. Listening dates are one of his favorites- one of his favorite activities with one of his favorite people? Bliss. Add in some snacks and he's pretty sure it's what perfection feels like. (If you really, really want to make him happy? Listen to his music with him, too. Talk about it with him after. Tell him which songs you loved and how you noticed the beat in Song A matched the beat in Song B, and they felt like they belonged together.)

If you're an athlete, he's all about learning everything there is to know about your sport and your personal routine. He's a big fan of learning from as many different disciplines as possible, so he loves to hear about all of the little details. What stretches you do, what exercises you rely on, how you practice- all of it! He'll incorporate parts of it into his own routines if he sees benefits for his own body and abilities.

Honor Boy will also sneak his way into whatever events you have, be it a gallery or a performance or a competition. If there's a shadowy spot to hide, he's there! If not, he's finding a secluded window. Failing that, he's not above asking Don for help with cameras. (It will be on the down low, though. He doesn't need Raph and Mikey making fun of him for the next six years for being too impatient to wait for the photos and video you'll share later.)

Give him something you've made? It's getting put in the safest spot he can possibly come up with, and he looks at it every morning. It becomes a part of his routine- brush teeth, stretch, look at wonderful gift from wonderful partner and think about how lucky he is. It's instant stress relief. You cared enough about him to make something, you trusted him enough to give him the result of your time and energy. He loves it and he loves you and he loves having another reminder of you in his space.

Mikey has the strangest, most eclectic bunch of information tucked away in his mind. He goes on YouTube journeys bouncing from one suggested video to another and has learned a little bit about all sorts of obscure topics, so there's a decent chance he'll surprise you with prior knowledge of your interests! Into history? He saw this crazy video about agriculture in India in the 1500s- he should totally pull it up for you! You're a welder? He's picked up some of the basics by hanging around Donnie, just enough to know how damn impressive your work is, and follow along with what you're saying. He knows an almost unsettling amount about the arts in general, too.

Dance, cooking, baking, music, painting, drawing, sculpting- hell, origami? He's done a little bit of all of it, and would love to learn all about your methods. He wants to see (or hear!) everything you create. He eats that shit up.

He's the loudest, happiest, most extra cheerleader you could ever possibly hope for. He will offer critique if you ask, but it's always always sandwiched by compliments- not because he wants to soften the critique, but because he genuinely thinks you're the shit. You're the next great master, his name be damned. Anything you do has notes of you in it, and he adores you more than he will ever be able to put into words (not for lack of trying), so obviously he adores your work.

You're a performer? He's the best audience ever, baby! He's fully focused on you, cheering as much as you can tolerate, straight up whooping when you do something particularly impressive. "Lookin' good, baby cakes!" and "Go off, cutiepie!" and "You're the next Shakespeare, sweets."

You make something? He's in awe. He's admiring every little aspect of it. Every stitch, stroke, flavor, whatever.

You make him something? He's is literally protecting it with his life. Anyone even looks at it wrong and he's ready to get rude. (Now, nobody's safe from him making them look at it. He shows it off every chance he gets. You're very lucky you make Mikey so happy, because otherwise Raph might start to dislike you a little for how often he has to look at it. Raph does make comments, though. "No more gifts until the holidays. I can't take any more show'n'tell sessions from this nitwit." Subtext? Mikey loves it, you make him happy, good job.)

Please let Mikey join in your hobbies. Out of all four, he's by far the most excited to get hands-on. Teach him to make your favorite recipes, teach him choreography, challenge him to matches in your sport of choice. Have painting dates. Trade mediums with him and teach him what you know- and let him teach you his! Have him help you build a table! Have jam sessions with your respective instruments! Whatever you're into, try and find a way to include him. He's gonna love you forever anyway, but that will really be the cherry on top.

Like Leo, he loves a listening date, so if you're into music please share it with him! His are much noisier, though. It's damn near a karaoke night, and he's probably dancing around like a dumbass and asking you to join him. (Please join him.)

You're performing, competing, showing off your work? He is there. He actually does not give a shit what Leo says about it, either. You'll see him, too. He'll be sure of it. He's sneaky and subtle and will be hidden from your audience, but you'll know he's there to support you, even if he has to text you a selfie from his hiding spot with a fuckton of emojis and words of encouragement.

You say you're "just" anything, and this guy is ready to go off. "Just" a beginner? Bitch, please. That's how everyone starts- and look what you're doing already! "Just" an extra? That's where movies get their depth! That's how plays feel alive! Extras give the story dimension, baby! "Just" backup vocals? First of all, you're upstaging the lead by miles in his book. Secondly, without you, none of that sweet harmonizing would be there! He's relentless and will convince you of your own amazingness or die trying.

Raph's quality time ass is a SUCKER for learning about your hobbies. He wants to hear you talk about them for hours. He wants you to sit in his lap and show him something you made and explain every little detail. He wants to watch you practice.

He's pretty private about his hobbies beyond martial arts and lifting, so he sees you sharing yours as trusting him with part of you. It means more to him than he's ever going to say unless you express a similar opinion- he feels too corny trying to articulate it himself. He's worried you wouldn't see it as being that deep, and he'd sound cheesy. But if you say it, he's agreeing wholeheartedly.

If you really want to make him feel loved, tell him about what goes into whatever you do. What inspires you? What does it make you feel? Why do you do it? Why that specifically? How'd you start? All the fine print details that make the hobby personal to you- share them with him. He wants to know, and he knows how personal his hobbies are to him, so you sharing that information makes him feel extremely special. He loves to connect with you like that. It's doubly important if you create from emotion- Big Red has big ass emotions and channels a lot of them into things he does, so if you do the same, he feels like you're got that much more in common. Like you get him even more than he thought.

He's the most subtle and relaxed about your hobbies outwardly, but never to the point of looking disinterested. You know him well enough to know exactly what that look in his eyes means- he's invested as hell and is downright studying whatever you're doing. He reads up on your hobbies on his own time, because he doesn't want to make a fool of himself by not knowing something "obvious", and tries to subtly slip that knowledge into his questions and comments. ("Why'd you go for the ladder stitch, babe?"). It's sweet- especially because he soaks up any information you give him like a damn sponge. He remembers more than you remember even telling him.

If you're into something he has some history with- mechanics, woodwork, knitting, athletics- he's constantly absorbing your methods. If you're observant, you'll start to notice little details done the same way you'd do them. Some of it is a conscious recognition of your knowledge and competency, and some of it is his subconscious absorption of you into every possible aspect of his life. Your metaphorical fingerprints are on everything.

If you're an athlete, he wants to work out together. He'll incorporate exercises that you do into his routines just so you can do them together. He loves it- not just because you're hot, or because it's when he feels the most attractive, but because he loves what you can do. He loves seeing your body at work. There's a level of attraction there, obviously, because he finds you exceptionally hot (even if you don't feel that way about yourself!), but a lot of it is very innocent love for what your body allows you to do. He loves movement, loves working out, loves being physical, and getting to share that with you is very special to him.

Your number one supporter. I don't care what you do. He may not get it, but he'll be damned if you doubt that he loves it, loves that you do it, and supports you with every ounce of his being. Anything he can do to help you do what you love, he's doing.

He loves to hang out while you do your thing. He just likes being in your space.

And, yeah, he's gonna be there for any exhibit, competition, performance, whatever. Consequences be damned, he's going. He'll only tell you beforehand if he thinks it would help you to know, though, and he probably doubts it. If you don't tell him straight up that you wish he could be there, he probably assumes it wouldn't help. He'll tell you after, though, pulling you in with his hands on your hips and "You were amazing out there, y'know that? I'm proud of you." and squeezing you gently.

If you make him something, he's going to try and play it cool, but he's like, massively impacted by it. Externally, he's "Thanks, baby," and slipping an arm over your shoulders and pulling you close. The only indication that he's a gooey mess on the inside is the way he holds what you made (like it's made of glass, of diamonds, like it's his actual heart in his hands and one wrong move would have devastating consequences) and the way his eyes don't drift from it for long (studying it, eyes all soft and fond and in awe, a lot like how he looks at you).

He'll rearrange everything he owns to give it a place of honor. It's treated with care and respect, and he stares at it at night and when he's having a rough time and it takes the edge off. It's like micro-dosing on you, on the love and joy you bring to his life, and it makes everything significantly less shitty.

[accio-victuuri]

SBMS Clowning Series ☀️ v.4

I can’t believe we’re so close to the finale which is episode 36. It’s always so fast when these dramas are released but i’m not complaining that we got it faster than his other dramas. We also have a lot of content — from photos, bts and interviews. 💪🏼

The reason why I want to make this part of the round up is this scene in SBMS, it’s the last scene that the crew shot which is when SY and JB were watching fireworks. Especially the line JB said. I think i’m not the only BXG who thought of XZ’s wish for WYB when they heard this : “I hope you don’t come to the complicated and boring world of adulthood soon. It means i hope you grow up slowly.”

It’s a pretty popular CPN that the long bday messages are made by ZZ so to hear something similar in the show is sus. You can say that it’s a usual “wish” or that ZZ is not the scriptwriter. and that’s right. However, ZZ has improvised a couple of scenes in this drama. ZZ has worked closely with the scriptwriter and director of the drama — so we cannot remove the possibility that he may have brought up this line or idea.

there are instances in this drama when we CPNd and thought that ZZ improvised it and we were right. for example accidentally holding JB’s hand @ the subway or the thing about you s/o being your “charger”. so i’m not gonna be surprised if one way or another we get a confirmation about this. 💓

anyway, moving on to other stuff…

SOME SIMILARITIES/ Coincidence:

• “Eating” the tissue after eating. Normal people will just wipe it or will do that but not for long like they do. With the examples, it looks like WYB does this more and GG was infected. Lol.

• The BGM of recent douyin posts from both sides is the same 🙃. I don’t know how popular this song is now in douyin, cause this is tiktok after all certain sound clips become popular and everyone start using it. But it’s interesting that it’s videos posted the same day.

some are saying that since the SBMS post was “romantic”, this is WYB’s answer. He is matching the BGM. Also the caption ( YBO official ) had a star emoji in it. Why didn’t he just make it the sun 😂😂😂 I think the star can be connected to the Douyin update from the day before, where ZZ was holding a star toy.

• This will make the most sense to those who watched the recent episode, but there is a scene where SY asks the “bear” if Jian Bing is the most beautiful and it lights up meaning yes. Lol. That kind of shamelessness in praising reminded us so much of WYB!!!!!

• XZ WHERE DID YOU LEARN THIS MOVE HUH? Is this one of your improvs? I’m screaming!!!!

It’s like he got tips from the things WYB did before, who was younger than him and what worked to make him like/love the gremlin more. 🤣🤣🤣

• For some next level clowning, in ZZ’s weibo video post — what number do you see? 8? 👀

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Interview highlights. This covers ZZ’s recent content for SBMS promos. Ones that remind us of bjyx clues and symbols. Just to disclaimer that the purpose of this is not to portray ZZ as someone who can’t be his own person. How we always have to connect things back to WYB in everything he says does not mean any harm. It’s all CPN. We are very much aware that ZZ is his own person. 😌

SINA INTERVIEW:

What stood out to me was when he talked about evaluating himself everyday so he can improve. This is something similar that he has with WYB. They only want to be better and expand their skill set. They are also open to criticism.

There was also a part where he talked about equality in relationships when there is an age gap.

“being equal in any relationship, no one is higher or lower than anyone else, everyone is in a very fair and equal relationship and in getting along.”

Do you have some experience in this ge? I have to say they are equal — especially in spoiling each other. ^^

AND LASTLY HOW HE expressed his interest in playing a charming and cute villain. Lol. He said a couple of times already, someone please listen. WYB already did Mister Ye who is sort of the villain. I hope ZZ can play something like that too.

RUXI INTERVIEW

His answers tend to very similar in these interviews and i think that’s largely because the questions are similar. Especially they ask about his experience in the drama or his interpretation of Shengyang as a character.

But in this interview, he was asked about being an actor and his answer 😭😭😭

I’m definitely still on the road to acting and becoming an actor myself. This road is still very long. I have to walk it step by step in a down-to-earth manner. It’s more interesting to me.

I mean. Just look at the tagline of my blog. Yep, the road ahead is long. We will be here for you ^^

FOX FACTORY INTERVIEW

How he talked about memorizing his co stars line as well. Some CPFs are speculating that this started with CQL. It’s because him and WYB were sharing one script book. Which btw, he never did again with his other co stars.

THIS PART which made me giggle. They were asking about the heroine he would want to play with and he completely goes back to his desire of playing the villain 🤭 If you don’t wanna answer it, just say something else. Of course a co star is important, but I think for ZZ, he is more into his role as an actor. He is focused on himself.

Also this one. A very thrifty GG! Practical. It’s in line with the fake rumors that he scolds WYB for impulse buying 😅😅😅

-END.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(GFL) AR Team singing Karaoke for their S/O

(AR Team) M4A1, ST AR-15, M4 SOPMOD II, M16A1, RO635

No one requested this, it popped into my head because the song in question is called "Machine Gun Kiss" from Yakuza. ...I'm ashamed I haven't thought of this sooner.

(M4A1) "Y-You want me to sing?"

(S/O) "Karaoke isn't supposed to be serious. You don't got to worry if you sound bad. It's all part of the experience! And it's only me here so just focus on having fun!"

Trusting S/O, she simply nodded with a smile and picked up the microphone and looked through the song choices.

(M4A1) "...Wow, this is quite the outdated machine. This looks like its from the 2010's!"

(S/O) "I guess the Commander likes things retro? Beats me."

Finally deciding on a song, she prepared her vocal module as the screen displayed the song.

...

STAR looks a bit bewildered when S/O hands her a microphone.

(ST AR-15) "I'm not sure this is a good idea."

(S/O) "It's just for fun! You don't have to do perfectly."

(STAR) "...Hm, alright. I suppose I'm interested in trying something new."

...

(SOPMOD) "AW HECK YEAH! Gimme that microphone and turn that STEREO UP!"

(S/O) "Hah, yes ma'am!"

SOPMOD was almost bouncing up and down in excitement, her eyes sparkling as soon as she heard the music begin.

...

(M16A1) "WHEW! Okay, got enough alcohol in me, let's do this! What kinda song you got for me?"

(S/O) "How's this?"

M16 smiled as soon as she saw the name.

(M16A1) "Hell yeah, put that in!"

RO twiddled her fingers.

(RO635) "I'm told that my singing is...not exactly the best, S/O."

(S/O) "Who cares what they say, we're here to have fun! Plus, if it makes it any better, I'm your only audience tonight!"

(RO635) "I...I don't know if it does, to be quite honest S/O."

She sighed, wryly smiling.

(RO635) "Keep this between us, okay?"

...

(M4A1) "O-Okay, here we go!" ... (ST AR-15) "Here goes nothing..." ... (SOPMOD) "OKAY, LET'S GET FIRED UP!" ... (M16A1) "Now we're talking, let's DO THIS!" ... (RO635) "I sing for you...!"

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M4 sways her hips to the beat, her voice starting out soft as the lyrics begin.

"Midnight shadow evaporates Accelerate through this old highway city..."

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STAR is still unsure, but seeing S/O clap along with the beat cheering her on was making her slowly more confident.

"Into the night, you by my side, your tear-stained eyes Rouge running down your cheek, but baby-"

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SOPMOD was on board since the VERY second S/O brought it up, her voice flaring up as she sang, motioning her hands passionately.

"Tonight everything's all right As long as you're here next to me My sweet babe-"

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Even though M16 was half a bottle of whiskey into the night, that did not stop her from being coherent enough to sing the lyrics, getting really into the spirit.

"Now let's let go of our Past and our future This night has room for only two, you and me"

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RO was starting to have fun watching S/O's smile as she sang her heart out, finally letting go and committing fully into the song.

"So come and see, I'll show you paradise tonight!"

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(M4A1) "Not just 1 kiss-" ... (ST AR-15) "-Not 2 kisses-" ... (SOPMOD) "-Not one hundred-" ... (M16A1) "-I've got a full-" ... (RO635) "-Clip of love for you, baby!" ... (M4A1) "Hold on to me and-" ... (ST AR-15) "-I swear I won't let go-" ... (SOPMOD) "-I'll never,- ... (M16A1) "-Let you slip-" ... (RO635) "-Away from me!" ... (M4A1) "Machine-" ... (ST AR-15) "-Gun-" ... (SOPMOD) "-Kiss-" ... (M16A1) "Let's-" ... (RO635) "-Just-!"

"FALL IN LOOOOOOOVE! WOOOAAAAAAH OH-OOOOOOOOOH!"

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M4A1 was breathing heavily as her smile overtook her anxiety, S/O's clapping putting her in an even better mood.

(S/O) "That was great!"

(M4A1) "T-Thank you! Now, I believe it's your turn?"

====

(ST AR-15) "Whew, that song was a lot nicer than I expected."

(S/O) "You killed it, STAR!"

STAR smiled bashfully.

(ST AR-15) "Hm.~ Wanna give it a shot now?"

====

SOPMOD pumped her fists before raising them into the air.

(SOPMOD) "WOOO! YEAH! That song is awesome!"

(S/O) "Wanna go again?"

(SOPMOD) "You know it, get me another!"

====

M16 took another drink, wiping her mouth.

(M16A1) "Machine Gun Kiss, eh? Fitting song!"

(S/O) "You got really into it, M16!"

(M16A1) "Psh, I saw you singing along with me!"

====

RO put her hands together, looking at S/O.

(RO635) "H-How did I do?"

(S/O) "Just fine, did you have fun?"

(RO635) "I...I did, thank you!"

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Hi, I just got done dealing with a 12 hour migraine and just found your fate posts, if you would be willing could you do, Gareth, Mordred, Atalante Alter, and serenity with a male S/O fluff? Thank you so much if you do this!

Your Wish Is My Command!

(Damn, that sounds like hell, glad you're getting better dude! Also sorry it took so long to get this to you, for some reason Atalante Alter and Serenity weren't coming along and eventually I had to cut them out which is infuriating because I've wanted to write for both of them for awhile.)

Wordcount: 1,172

Time to Write: 47 days

Warnings: Female pronouns for Mordred because gender gets fucky when the Fate series is involved.

Gareth

(Fun Fact: Gareth was the first lancer I ever pulled! Also why are there no Gifs of best lancer but so much awesome fanart?)

You opened the door to the home you and gareth shared, the toils of the day weighing heavily on your mind and body.

“It seems Gareth isn’t home yet.” You muttered while you took your shoes off before forcing yourself to trudge towards the bedroom.

Unfortunately your exhausted body decided that the couch would serve just as well if not better than your bed as you flopped onto the piece of furniture with all of the grace of a bull in a china shop.

You briefly noted that the pillows Gareth picked out to decorate the couch were quite comfy and soft before a death like sleep finally took you.

-=-=-=-=-=-

Gareth opened the door to the home she shared with you, a yawn already escaping her as she kicked off her shoes

“Hmm what should I make for dinner?” Gareth asked herself as she stretched her arm and back.

“Then again I don’t really feel like making anything right… now…” Gareth trailed off as she walked into the living room and saw your sleeping form on the couch.

“Takeout it is.” Gareth muttered to herself with a smile as she kneeled down to look at your sleeping face.

“I wonder if I kiss him if that’ll wake him up just like in those stories about Knights and princesses?” Gareth quietly mused to herself before muttering “I’d better not risk it. Afterall, it’s not everyday I get to do something like taking a nice quiet nap with him.”

Gareth quietly stood up and made her way to the room the two of you shared to change into something a bit more comfortable.

-=-=-=-=-=-

A comfortable weight laid upon your entire body while the sounds of soft snores did their best to lull you back to sleep with their ever enchanting melody, sadly allowing yourself to do that was out of the question because of the woman making the same song that tried to lull you back to your rest.

A mop of blonde and brown hair, a soft and happy face with a small amount of drool escaping her open mouth, her eye’s held closed by the embrace of sleep, her body pressed tightly into yours with a shirt that was a size or so too large covering her like a gown.

This was Gareth, not the night of the round table Gareth, but the young, excitable, woman Gareth, someone who enjoys cooking, someone who enjoys cheesy cartoons and comedy shows, someone who finds the world of love she has dived headfirst into with you at her side more exciting than anything her life from before could have ever offered.

And even if the entire world was at stake, she is someone who wouldn’t trade you for it.

Mordred Pendragon

Mordred Pendragon has been called a great many things.

Loud.

Rambunctious.

Chaotic.

Crazy.

Feral.

Bastard.

Monster.

Betrayer.

But not once has she been called what you dare to call her at least once every single day.

Cute.

And it infuriates her to no end.

No matter what she does to try and get you to call her something else, anything else, you always, always! Walk up to her and say with a smile “You really are cute Mo.”

And don’t get her started on that insufferable nickname that never fails to make her heart skip a beat, heat to rush to her cheeks, and her stomach to roil in a way that made her feel both extremely happy and extremely weird.

She has no Idea what was going on with you and how you were making her all weird, but her feelings on the matter could not be anymore paradoxical.

On one hand she wants you to treat her like everyone else does because that’s what she knows, it’s what she’s used to.

But on the other she wants you to praise her, to flatter her, to continue to call her cute, to continue to treat her in the way that no one else has treated her before.

She despises it and she loves it more than anything.

Then a certain day came.

There was nothing truly special about it, it was just a regular day, no holiday, no weird weather, no crazy phenomenon, just a regular day with a pretty high chance of rain all throughout the day.

And yet every time Mordred would ever look back on this day, it would be one of if not the day she called the best day of her life.

-=-=-=-=-=-

Mordred kicked a rock as she trekked to the destination where you called her to.

“Why the hell am I even listening to that bastard's request?” Mordred muttered to herself as she kicked another rock down the trail she was following.

This exact same sequence of events continued for the next thirty minutes.

Mordred would kick a rock.

Then she would complain about why she was listening to you or say that she was just going to leave you out to dry.

Then she would continue forward and repeat the previous steps as many times as it took to reach the destination you set.

A hill that overlooked the city and the forest equally.

Mordred had to begrudgingly admit that the view was beautiful, the lights of the city contrasted by the shadows of the forest added a rather fairytale-esque look to it all.

And yet despite the view her eyes were squarely locked on you where you were sitting on the blanket, a basket and a cooler next to you.

“Hey there Mo.” You greeted her despite not even being able to see her from where you were.

“How’d you know I was here?” Mordred asked, the familiar feeling that name you always called her caused creeping in.

“I’ll admit, the first few times it tried that it was either a raccoon or a bird.” You answered with a chuckle.

“Oh, wonderful, fucking wonderful! Now his chuckle is getting me all weird! Damn it!” Mordred cursed in her mind.

“So why’d ya call me up here?” Mordred asked you.

You patted the ground next to you and said “come, come, sit.”

“Why he hell would I- NO! BODY! NO! LISTEN TO ME ARGHFKNDKGNJGOJM” Mordred screamed as her body moved towards you against her mind’s wishes.

Mordred sat down, her face as red as clarent, if not more so.

“Here, I want you to try this.” You told Mordred as you pulled out a carton of chocolate covered strawberries from the cooler and handed it to her.

“Is that the only reason you called me up here?” Mordred asked.

“No, but it’s one of them.” You admitted with a shrug.

-=-=-=-=-=-

The picnic continued until night began to fall and Mordred finally decided it was time to do something about this damnable feeling you cause in her.

And if that meant sharing the last strawberry so be it!

-=-=-=-=-END-=-=-=-=-=-

Again sorry about only doing half of this, whenever I get the motivation to write something for Atalante Alter or Serenity I'll be sure to try and tag you.

[hrmitena]

I love your writing sm! Can i please leo/need where their s/o accidentally falling asleep in their room while they were hanging out?

; dreaming of you.

a/n ; thank you so much!! i hope you enjoy <3. (p.s the honami bit may be a little self indulgent… apologies)

when their s/o accidentally falls asleep ; ichika, saki, honami, and shiho.

# ichika.

you two were having a sleepover, it became a thing between you both. ichika was watering her cactus while you were laying on her bed, when she put the water sprayer down; “[name], i’m gonna go get a snack, do you want anything?” you look at her, smiling. “no thank you.”

she’s gone and back again within a few minutes, entering her room with a tray of snacks and a smile plastered on her face. “i brought more than i anticipated, but more for us— ..oh.” she’s cut off by the sight of your sleeping figure, placing the tray on her desk, she giggles softly and makes her way over to you.

she calmly moves your body under the covers, careful to not wake you. she then enters the bed herself, holding you close and kissing your forehead; “good night, [name]. sleep well.”

# saki.

you were in saki’s room, eating a random snack you got from the kitchen while she wrote down ideas for a new song to perform with leo/need. she turned to you, showing you the paper. “[name], read this! and give your honest, honest answer!”

you took the paper from her, and blinked a few times before realizing you were awake enough to read what she had written. you handed the paper back to her after a minute, smiling. “sounds good, though you should probably send it to shiho and the others for confirmation.” she smirked proudly, setting the paper down and standing up; “i’m gonna go get a water, i’ll be back!” and she was off. her bed was so comfortable… maybe resting your eyes until she returned wasn’t such a bad idea…

until the time she returned. “i’m back! i didn’t know if you were thirsty or not so i brought you your own drink to save you the troubl— ah…” her bright smile turned into a soft one, giggling softly at the sight of you sleeping. “you could’ve just said you were tired, silly.” she says to herself. covering you with her bedsheets and kissing the top of your head, she sat back down at her table, continuing her writing.

# honami.

honami was over at your house, finishing cleaning the area of your room covered with clothes — it wasn’t the best of days for you, you felt..sad. and you called the one and only person you knew who would make you feel better. “you didn’t have to clean for me, honami. i’m not one of your clients.” she turned to you, kissing your cheek while grinning softly; “don’t worry about it, dear. i’m gonna prepare a meal for you — how does that sound?” “that’d be great, thank you.” was your reply, and her soft smile before she left was a good enough “you’re welcome”.

you found yourself becoming a bit sleepy while waiting, you hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before… so, maybe a small nap before she finished would be good. you didn’t bother covering yourself with the blankets, far too hot on a summer day to be under a bunch of sheets.

upon her return, honami opened the door as gently as ever. “i’m back, and i made your favourite— oh.” she noticed your figure, sleeping… in a certainly awkward position. you were half on, half off the bed, sheets blankets and even pillows slipping from the mattress as you moved around. she giggles to herself, setting the tray down before moving to fix your bed and your position. she then sat beside you, hand in yours; “sleep well, you deserve it.”

# shiho.

you had gone to her house to hang out, which she didn’t deny from happening. shiho was tuning her bass while you laid sprawled on her bed, shifting positions ever so often. “shihoo… you pay attention to that bass more than your own partner!” you whined, “well, maybe i like it better.” she joked, and you could feel the divorce papers materializing in your hands.

“don’t be sad when i divorce you because of your love for that bass.” you replied, teasing her. the mix of laughter coming from her and you faded as she heard the sound of a door unlocking; “that must be shizuku. i’ll be back.” she set her bass down and exited her room, leaving you alone with said object that you accuse your girlfriend of loving more than you.

when she returned, she held a bag of food in her hand; “she said she bought food for us on the way home, that’s… hm..?” her voice faded as she noticed you asleep, smiling gently. placing the food down, she entered her bed—pulling you close. “you’re cute…sleep well.”

[lovediives]

𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗔𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰

ೃ⁀➷✎ warnings: suicide ideation, slight blood ೃ⁀➷✎ pairing: Valo (f/o) x Iolanthe (s/i) ೃ⁀➷✎ word count: 1,472 ೃ⁀➷✎ summary: iolanthe asks valo a very important question. its a shame that he's not well equipped to handle it. ೃ⁀➷✎ a/n: oktavia covers tew good. i love writing while listening to them on repeat! i wanted to make a quick one shot of my little freaks and i got mad freaky. /mental illness ೃ⁀➷✎ divider credit: @/k1ssyoursister this song goes well with this fic. give it a listen for a better reading experience! (suicide tw)

“Would you be happier if I died?” Iolanthe asked in a frightened voice as he looked over at his companion, Valo. “I… I cause a lot of problems by being alive.” Valo looked up from his book, hoping in his search to see that familiar yellow gaze, but only met Iolanthe’s long, down-turned lashes. Iolanthe took a step back.

Valo opened his mouth with a minuscule voice, “No?” He answered, but the question was more apparent on his tongue. Valo held his hands together, tapping them, and wet his lips before he spoke once more. “No, I don’t think I would be happier if you died,” he clarified as he slid his book to the side and turned his chair to face Iolanthe. He bit his bottom lip as his tail was swishing frantically behind him.

Speaking softer, his words catching in his throat, Iolanthe continued. “But do you know if you would be?”

“No.”

“No, to what?”

Valo pushed away from his chair with a screeching sound that seemed deafening in the cutthroat silence. He moved swiftly as he rose to his feet and made deliberate steps towards Iolanthe as he held out his hand. Valo watched as Iolanthe’s eyes watched his hand raised up, and Iolanthe took a frantic step further and raised his arms in front of his face. He could see how Iolanthe shrunk down like he was trying to become one with the wall. His eyes squeezed shut tightly as he took distraught breaths through his nose. The noise wheezed loudly. Valo stopped and backed up. His hand slumped down back to the side as he kept his gaze upon the floor. Why was he so bad at this? How could a prince, the beacon of hope and pride of thousands, be this… useless? “I, I don’t know the answer.” Valo’s shoulders slumped, and his ears flattened against his head in shame. He moved his hands behind his back. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Forgot about… how your family… show love. I’m sorry.”

“But, I promise! I’m nothing like… them! I’m not your family,” he continued. Valo’s eyes darted around the floor with a manic glint, hoping to catch a flicker of reassurance in Iolanthe’s expression.

Iolanthe whimpered, and Valo thought he could die on the spot. Iolanthe didn’t move, and all Valo could hear was a choked “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” slipping from the traveler’s lips.

All Valo could think about was forgiveness. He wanted nothing more than the friend who was melting into the floor like they were nothing but water. This was nothing his family prepared him for. Orders or commands? He could do those without a passing glance, but he couldn’t do that to Iolanthe. Never. Iolanthe was more than just a subject. Iolanthe was his beacon of hope. An embodiment of everything he longed for and more — freedom and individuality. But what choice did he have left? “Iolanthe,” he started with a tranquil, yet assertive, voice. “Listen to me when I say this.”

“No!” Iolanthe screamed out as his own tears strangled him as he knocked down the books beside him. “If I died, no one would be mad at you anymore.” Valo froze. Moving closer, he hissed out in pain as Iolanthe’s nails cut against him in the outburst. The blood seeped down his arm and stained the white suit in a rich dye of red. “If I wasn’t born, none of this would happen! I hate this. I hate myself for all of this!”

Valo watched as the blood dripped down his arm, eyes widened and shrinking down as the iron flooded his senses. He opened his mouth partly as he took hurried breaths. His fist clenched. The blood pouring further as he grabbed onto Iolanthe’s wrists and gripped them like cuffs. “Shut up!” he wailed as his voice cracked like a broken wall. His face was wet and warm, with flushed cheeks. When was he crying? “I don’t care what you want now. I’m not going to let you die!”

Silence. It was a vicious silence as neither of them breathed, moved, or said anything else. Their tears shed beside Valo’s blood as their eyes met for the first time. Valo’s hands twitched on Iolanthe’s wrists as he gradually eased his grip, only to snap his hands back on Iolanthe. To Valo, Iolanthe had the most beautiful eyes. Even as they were driven by fear, unable to soften or focus on his own desperation, he was always glad to see them in moments as cruel as these.

Valo drew out a shaky breath. His arm was throbbing in nearly unbearable pain, but it was nothing compared to the empty hole in his chest that begged to be filled. He looked at their brushing fingers, the blood from his arm staining not only his shirt, but Iolanthe’s arms as it slid down his arm. Despite how obvious it was, Iolanthe remained still, not moving away from their shared mistake. Red wasn’t a color that suited Iolanthe, Valo concluded, not when he stained Iolanthe with his filthy blood. His sleeve stuck closer to his body, like a second skin, as the blood tickled against his senses, like a roach climbing up his body, for only a few seconds.

“Just by living, I’m hurting everyone around me,” Iolanthe said to break the silence. “The world would be better if I died, and everyone could smile again, even you.”

Valo slid to his knees in front of Iolanthe and pressed their foreheads against each other. His fingers moved up Iolanthe’s wrists to intertwine their fingers together. “You could hurt everyone in the world, and I’d still pick you,” he whispered back. The pain was picking up again as he gritted his teeth and wheezed out in pain. “They hurt you first. Why can’t you hurt them back?” Valo sobbed. His heart shattering into pieces as he pulled Iolanthe into a hug. Was it too tight? He couldn’t tell as he held them until he thought their bodies would be one with how close they were. “It’s not fair. Why can’t anyone see how special you are, Io?”

He wiped the tears off his face with Iolanthe’s shoulders. “Here I am having another breakdown because I’m too useless to help you. The only one who truly sees me and understands me.” He sniffled a few times. His fingers moved to Iolanthe’s hair as he ran his fingers through the braids. “A useless idiot who can’t do anything right at all. But as long as I’m yours, that’s okay.” He leans up and holds Iolanthe’s blank face in his hands. “So don’t leave me, please.” Valo pleaded.

“Okay,” Iolanthe answered in a trembling voice. His own hand moved to Valo’s hair and stroked it. Valo purred as his tail tangled up with Iolanthe’s. “I’m sorry for that. I didn’t mean to explode like that.” Iolanthe’s nails dug into the floorboards and Valo shushes him.

“It’s not your fault,” Valo muttered. It could never be Iolanthe’s fault. The world could burn, and there would be someone else to blame, but never his savior. His parents, the servants, the civilizations that all called Iolanthe a witch? If the flames consumed them, he would turn away just to stare into the depths of Iolanthe’s eyes for eternity.

Iolanthe relaxed in Valo’s embrace as he wrapped himself firmly in his arms. To say the prince had become giddy was an understatement. As they purred in sync, a soft, involuntary laugh escaped from Valo’s lips, and Iolanthe matched it with his own. Valo couldn’t stop the goofy grin from spreading across his face ear to ear as he pressed up more against him. “I still hurt you. Why don’t you ever care if you get hurt or even die?” he asked.

Valo started, “It’s okay.” He paused, watching the blood cover Iolanthe’s neck as he moved his arm away. “Nothing bad could happen to me as long as you’re alive.”

The silence eased up on their fragile, burdened hearts, leaving them alone with comfortable purring sounds as they sat alone together. Valo allowed himself time to relax. Iolanthe was safe and in his arms. He could feel their body slowly ease up the tension, their stiff muscles becoming like a warm pillow as Valo settled against Iolanthe and rested his eyes.

Iolanthe hummed, moving to sit on Valo’s lap as he wrapped his body around him. “Valo, I love you.” Valo’s lips turned into a smile as he shoved his face into Iolanthe’s neck and pressed a slight kiss to the skin. He could taste his own blood, but fuck, he didn’t care at all because Iolanthe was there with him. Iolanthe would always be Valo’s, and Valo would always be Iolanthe’s.

“I love you too.”

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hiii it's me again 💙💙

Sooo I'm tipsy and not being doted on by peepaw nihil which is a hate crime imo. If you don't mind, could you write something really cute with old nihil and his slightly drunk so? All sfw 💙💙

I love your writing btw😭😭❤️ you deserve an award for giving the peepaw simps all the simp material they need 😭😭😭❤️

Fun fact, I almost finished it, but then Tumblr crashed on me and I had to re-write the whole thing, but more poetically. Don't ask why that's how I dealt with the frustration - Jez

Old Papa Nihil with a tipsy s/o

He had no need for alcohol. It was enough if you were around. Seeing you, your smile, it was all he needed. If he fell, he fell hard, and he fell for you completely, with all he had. Your smile lights up not only the room, but the whole world in his eyes. He can hear the love songs when you giggle, all of them playing in a perfect harmony with each sound, each word you said.

He was a fool if he thought he knew how much he loved you. Because right now, seeing you tipsy from a few wine glasses you both drank on your little date (what was the occasion again? Do occasions even matter anymore, if he gets to see your smile?), seeing you cling to his shoulder, lost in your little fit of laughter after you made another bad pun with the lyrics of one of his songs, it would seem he discovered his own paradise.

You were a true blessing from the Dark Lord. He was sure of that. The way you clinged to him, the way you would always smile at him, even the worried look you had on your face when he had trouble breathing... It was like his own sweet little sin, a secret hiding in plain sight, yet only his to know. Something only he got to enjoy. Only he got to feel.

"Paaaapaaaa~" you called out in a sing-song voice, laying your head on his shoulder, looking up at him. Your lips held a small smile covered by his face paint. Some of it got on you when a wave of drunk need to give affection hit you and you kissed his cheeks more times than he bothered counting. "Can I tell you a secret?"

He chuckled at your voice when you asked your question. You sounded like a small child telling their parent something they didn't want anyone else knowing. A little conspiracy for the two of you, shared with nobody else, only him. It gave him a sense of pride, honestly. That he was your confidant.

"Of course." He lowered his voice to match your tone, leaning in closer as you straightened yourself on the couch, your arms still loosely around his shoulders. "What's the secret?"

You giggled, delighted that he played along with your little scheme. You watched you, a grin on his face. A love-struck, foolish grin only a man completely lost in the moment could have. A smitten, warm smile that only a man lost in his own feelings for his beloved one could have.

"Well, you see, Paaapaaa..." Oh, how his heart went out to you when you sang out his title once more. If he could, he'd rip out the organ and present it to you with a vow that it could only still beat because of you and that if he was to ever stop loving you, he'd wish his heart your stop beating and rot immediately, how he desired to show you his love...

"Yes, my dear?" He urged you, growing impatient. He wasn't irritated, oh no, he could never be irritated when it came to you. But he ached to know your secrets. He yearned to hear every word, every whisper, every sound that came out of your lips. He craved you, you gave meaning to his life. Who cares if he had lived over a century by now? A century, a millennium... It was nothing, compared to a second with you.

You giggled again, allowing him to experience the sound of your joy once more, before you leaned in just a little bit closer. Just close enough for him to smell the aroma of the wine you to had, mixing in with your perfume. He knew very little about flowers, he had no idea what the smell was supposed to be, but he loved it, associating it with your scent.

"My secret is that..." You kissed his cheek. Then his other cheek, the tip of his nose, his forehead and chin, before leaning in even closer, your lips nearly touching. "I love you."

You whispered the last three words in an almost painfully genuine tone, your love for him falling out like a waterfall, like a river that stole him with it's current and drowned him in delight as you gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, stroking his cheek with your thumb affectionately.

"And what a secret it is..." He hummed playfully, grinning at you. "Perhaps I should tell you a secret of mine, as well?"

"What's your secret, Papa?" You looked at him curiously, your eyes sparkling brighter than the starry sky at night.

"I love you too, my dearest."

[thespiritofvexation]

Some more Thåström-recommendations for @glorious-blackout (and anyone else who might be curious about what my problem is) Sorry, I got carried away!

Ebba Grön - Die Mauer (1982)

I feel I need to explain what I meant when I said Die Polizei reminded me of Die Mauer (apart for the obvious similarities in the titles!) I'm just gonna go ahead and assume you know what Die Polizei is about! Die Mauer is about a man who is separated from his love by the Berlin wall, he is overcome by longing and anger and decides to do whatever it takes to reunite with her. The sound of gunshots at the end of the studio version implies that he failed, hence the "Die Mauer but with a happy ending"-comment. Musically Thåström's solo-rendition of the song is more like Die Polizei than the original though (this one for example)

Imperiet - Alltid rött alltid rätt (1983)

Title means "always red always right", basically a raging against the machine socialist anthem (live video for maximum intensity!)(I promise he is perfectly sane)

Imperiet - Märk hur vår skugga (1985)

A cover of a song originally written in 1790! The band felt they were becoming to commercial and wanted to do something "avant-garde" and the record company was not happy. To everyone's surprise it became their biggest hit! (The song may not be very Kaizer but the video sure has Kaizer-vibes!)

Imperiet - Österns röda ros (1986)

"Red rose of the east" (meaning Palestine) You might know this one already if you've seen my pinned post. Including it anyway since it sadly still is relevant and because I think I might like this 2015 version best

Thåström - Djävulen o jag (1989)

I made a whole post about the various live versions of this song and the studio-version is also a favourite! But I feel like especially this version only needs a couple of oil barrels and it would fit right into a Kaizer concert

Thåström - Radio Thåström (1991)

This list got a bit heavy so have a silly nonsense song with a silly nonsense video!

Peace Love & Pitbulls - A. Psycho (1992)

In the early 90's Thåström said fuck this, eloped to Amsterdam and started a industrial- rock- techno- metal- band, or as a swedish journalist put it "went to Amsterdam and drilled into a mountain wall for 5 years". I'm glad he did, and so was Marilyn Manson who cited PLP as an inspiration (Just so that no one gets the wrong idea, PLP came first!)

Thåström - Vacker död stad (1999)

Then he got tired of playing with the sampling-machine and replaced it with "a fuckton of guitars". All of sweden celebrated the return of the king except for little me who did not get the appeal of this terrifying angry hobo (or "waldschrat" as @copias-juicebox would say!)

Thåström - Kärlek är för dom (2009)

Thought this one has a vibe that might be up your alley. Bit of Öppet hav-feel? (Live video just because Thåström stage-antics)

Thåström f. Titiyo - Papperstunna väggar (2021)

Probably my favourite from his latest album to finnish off this list! Titiyo has a beautiful voice♡ (First time I watched this live video I thought 'dude are you ok?' but now I know this is perfectly normal Thåström- behaviour! (Rip tumblr you would have loved to diagnose him)

[hiiroamagisbestfriend]

hi! welcome new enstars blog 🔥 i saw that ur reqs are open so many i req leo and/or arashi with a s/o who struggles with sleeping? i haven’t been sleeping properly for the past two weeks so it’s fun knowing that i actually got 8 hrs of sleep this time LMAOO thank u! 🫶

A S/O that struggles with sleeping!

w/ Leo Tsukinaga & Arashi Narukami x GN! Reader

congrats on getting your 8 hours! little achievements matter too after all! I'm not sure if you wanted HC's or full on fics so I settled for HC's right now!

Warnings: None! Just lots of sleepy fluff!

Leo Tsukinaga

✩ Leo would. Not be the best influence when it comes to having a healthy sleep schedule, I'm sorry.

✩ He looks like the type where if inspiration REALLY struck him he wouldn't even be able to tell if days had passed.

✩ So if you tell him that you're having trouble sleeping, I fear the situation would look something like this:

"Oh? (Y/N), you can't sleep? Then how about you help me think up some lyrics! I've got plenty of good songs around here but I haven't gotten around to writing some lyrics!"

Leo says with his trademark pep and cheer, his eyes sparkling at the prospect of his precious S/O helping him out with his music.

You could never say no to that face, how could you? Nothing makes you happier than seeing your boyfriend in his element after all, and maybe if you help him, it'll tire you out and you can actually get some shut eye.

"Thanks so much! You're the best! I love youuu~!" Leo cheered when you gave him that slight nod of approval. Quickly rummaging around his desk for some sheet music.

✩ And so the two of you had a very productive, yet tiring night. As you wrote the lyrics for the 3rd song that evening, the realization that overworking is probably not the proper solution to lack of sleep dawned upon you.

✩ Leo would probably be happily writing his nth song that night when he sees you just staring blankly at some papers.

✩ He'd feel guilty, seeing you look so tired and out of it, while he happily writes yet another masterpiece. He had the best intentions, really. If you couldn't sleep, then why not just help him out since you're already up? It'll be a great bonding experience!

✩ Even though his mind is still bursting full of inspiration, he'd tuck away whatever it was he was writing, choosing to go over to you and give you a little nudge.

"Let's go to bed, (Y/N)! We made a lot of progress already, don't you think!" He faked a yawn, knowing full well he could still continue writing for a few more hours.

When you replied with a tired, "Sure~". He grabbed you by the hand and led you to his bed, making you lay down on it as he places the covers over you.

He silently looks for some earphones, plugging them into his phone and your ears. Before you could ask him what he was doing, you started to hear a very peaceful melody from the piano app on his phone.

"Sorry, I was being selfish wasn't I?" He muttered under his breath, thinking that you wouldn't hear him over the soft sounds of the piano.

"Good Night, Leo. I lov-" You cut yourself off when you suddenly dozed off, the most peaceful and serene look on your face that Leo has seen in weeks. You didn't get to finish what you were saying, but he had a good idea of what it was.

He quietly leans over to your sleeping face, placing a small kiss on your cheek. "I love you too, (Y/N)." He whispers, the sounds of the piano leading you into a very happy and peaceful dream.

Arashi Narukami

✩ You would NOT need to tell her that you haven't been sleeping well. She can tell. Like she would take one look at you and realize you have NOT been sleeping right at all.

✩ Arashi would probably try and piece together why you seemed that tired in the first place before thinking of what to do.

✩ When she realizes that you just generally haven't been able to sleep well lately, she decides to take matters into her own hands.

"You know, (Y/N), you seem kind of restless lately? That kind of thing is no good for your skin you know!" Arashi playfully scolds, though good skin IS important, she'd rather see her S/O well rested and healthy more than anything. "Luckily for you, I know exactly what to do!"

She practically drags you to her room, before making you sit down on a very comfy reclining chair. "Just sit still okay? Let me spoil you every now and then" She says with a wink, before she starts procuring some of her products that she uses for relaxation.

She starts by putting a mud mask on your face, it feels a bit heavy, but in the comforting way. She giggles a bit as she can practically see the comfort spread throughout your body. "These are a bit cliché, but these are necessary for the look!" She exclaims as she places some sliced cucumbers on top of your eyes, the cool and moist feeling on your heavy eyes making you deflate.

✩ After that, she starts giving you some firm but gentle massages, on your shoulders, neck, and legs. While she's hard at work doing that, she still finds the time to chat to you about her day and other fun things she's experienced recently.

✩ This was stress relief for her too, after all! Being able to take care of her adorable S/O is practically healing Arashi too! Sure you weren't replying much to her stories, but just having you listen was already plenty.

✩ She was complaining about a bad shoot she had recently when she heard some light snoring from you, slowly removing the cucumbers to see that you were totally passed out.

✩ Arashi stretches a bit, and compliments herself for a job well done, clearing the face mask from you before carrying you to her bed.

When Arashi laid you out on her bed she couldn't help but think about how beautiful you looked. "It's like you're my sleeping beauty!" She exclaimed, before wincing as she saw you make a sour face due to the noise.

Arashi laid down beside your sleeping form, gently caressing your hair, and admiring just how angelic you looked. "I'm no Prince Charming, so this shouldn't wake you up, right?" She whispers as she peppers your face with light kisses, laughing softly to herself before she eventually falls asleep too.

AAAND we're done! I hope this was what you were looking for!

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