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· T H E A R T O F G E T T I N G T O K N O W | S P E N C E R R E I D · PT 2

· Pairing: Spencer Reid/OC · Category: Fluff · Warning: None · Words: 5098 · Parts: Pt 1 · Pt 3 · Pt 4 · Summary : Eli, a psychology expert and old friend of Luke's, joins the UAC as a consultant and quickly bonds with Spencer Reid. As they delve into a complex case, Eli and Spencer find themselves drawn to each other on a deeper level. · Note about Eli: Her neurodivergence (She is autistic) is implied but it's never really said.

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The case we were working on kept progressing, and with it, the pace at the BAU was becoming increasingly hectic. They had been intense days, but the truth is, I was starting to feel more comfortable within the team. And amidst all the pressure and workload, Spencer and I had begun sharing small gestures that, though seemingly insignificant, were starting to mean a lot to me.

· P O V E L I ·

That morning, I arrived at the building earlier than usual. I hadn’t slept well, my mind restless from the case and how it was affecting my daily life. I walked into the office with a desperate need for caffeine. "Ugh… My God… I’m wiped out, I need like 18 coffees…"

When I entered the bullpen, I dropped my backpack and a couple of books I was carrying onto my desk with a bit of a sigh, but when I looked up, I noticed something: a black coffee waiting for me with a small note that read, "For a great start to your day – S."

I had to make an effort to contain my smile, knowing exactly who the thoughtful gesture was from. "Okay… Relax, it’s just a coffee." Spencer and I had been working late the night before, and at some point, we had started taking turns bringing coffee or snacks for each other. What began as a practical, casual gesture had become something more meaningful, at least for me, though maybe I was just imagining things…

As soon as I finished reading the note, Spencer appeared at the door, with his usual calm stride and a book in hand.

—Good morning —he said in a relaxed tone.

—Hey… thanks for the coffee. —I replied, raising the cup in a gesture of gratitude.

—It’s nothing —he shrugged casually. —I figured after the night we had, you’d need it as much as I do.

—You guessed right —I said, taking a sip and raising my eyebrows. —You remembered how I like it.

—Remembering things is kind of my thing. —he joked —You taught me how you like it, so I just remembered —as if he needed to clarify that, maybe it was a joke, I’m not sure.

—I guess… Yeah —I responded, acknowledging the obvious. —How are you? Looks like you’ve been here since before dawn.

—Actually… I never left, I couldn’t stop thinking about some inconsistencies we found yesterday —he explained, slightly shaking the cup in his hand.

—Really? I could’ve stayed… "I definitely would’ve stayed" Did you find anything interesting? —I asked, leaning in a bit to take a look at the documents spread out on the desk.

Spencer nodded, pointing to a couple of notes scribbled in the margins of one of the sheets.

—Look at this, I was reviewing the witness statements and noticed there are discrepancies in the timelines. Two of them, who claimed to have seen the suspect at the same time, described completely different things.

I leaned against the edge of the desk, taking a sip of my own coffee as I processed the information.

—Oh… Yeah, I see. It could mean we have more than one suspect, or that the main one is manipulating events in some way to confuse us.

—Exactly —Spencer said, and I could see that gleam in his eyes, the one that always appeared when a theory started to take shape in his mind. I hadn’t been at the BAU long, but I felt like I’d known him for ages. —Let’s not rule out the possibility of an accomplice.

—I think I’ll see if I can find any similarities in past crimes, I’ve got a few ideas swirling around in my head —I suggested, feeling the satisfaction that I might actually be onto something with this and could contribute. —Maybe there’s a connection we can follow.

Spencer nodded again, his attention returning to the documents, but not before giving me another one of those small smiles that I was starting to crave seeing and, dangerously, made me feel warm inside. "Damn it, Eli, enough, get it together."

—That would be great, Eli. Thanks for your help, I think I’m a bit overwhelmed lately… and you… well, just, thanks.

My blush was completely unavoidable.

—It’s… teamwork, right? —I replied, ignoring the fact that my face probably looked like a tomato in the sun. At least I didn’t stutter. I didn’t, did I…?

The next few hours passed in comfortable concentration. Every now and then, our eyes would meet from across the room, sharing small, knowing glances that no one else seemed to notice. Although we remained focused on the work, the atmosphere between us felt different. There was a pleasant undercurrent, something that was starting to grow within those small gestures that seemed insignificant but, in reality, were becoming more and more meaningful.

My phone started ringing; it was García, asking me to join her to review some notes I had made on the profiles. I assured her I’d be there in a moment, but before I could hang up, Spencer stood up and took a step forward. I felt my throat go dry, and I had to swallow when I sensed his gaze on me.

—"Would you… like to have lunch together today?" —he asked, with a slight hesitation in his voice. —"I'd like to talk to you about an article I read on the relationship between psychopathy and impulsivity; I think it could give us some clues for, for the case."

—"Sure, I'd love to." —I replied, trying not to sound too excited ”YES, I WANT” —"Shall we meet in a bit?"

After that last brief but intense interaction, "she's always so dramatic", I headed to García’s office. I was starting to realize that things were changing; I was no longer just interested in coming to work for the challenge of solving a criminal case… The small acts of kindness and the conversations we shared had begun to build a bridge between our seemingly different yet so complementary personalities.

I went to see García, not wanting to keep her waiting. She was, as always, surrounded by screens, with her mechanical keyboard producing a soft click as her fingers moved at lightning speed.

—"Ah, Eli!" —she exclaimed when she saw me walk in. —"Come here, little genius in the making. How’s everything going?"

—"Oh, well, I’m managing better, I’m getting the hang of it, thanks for asking ‘Penélope is so nice’." —I replied, placing some reports on her desk.

—"I’m so glad! You’re adjusting quickly, aren’t you?" —García looked at me with a mix of interest and a hint of mischief.

—"Yeah… I think so. Honestly, I’m more comfortable than I thought I’d be."

—"I see…" —she said, letting her comment hang in the air while her eyes sparkled with amusement. —"And how’s it going with Doctor Genius? Still all work and no play?"

—"With… Doctor Genius…?" —I wasn’t liking the direction this conversation was taking, to be honest. —"What’s that about? We work well together, that’s all. ‘Oh my god… Am I that obvious?’"

—"Uh-huh, sure, sure," —García replied, smiling like she knew something I didn’t. —"Well, whatever it is, I’m glad you’re fitting in well. Spencer isn’t easy to impress, unless you’re me, of course. I’m a genius too, maybe even more than him."

—"Oh… uh… Thanks, I guess, Penélope. But really, we’re just working together, although I have to admit, it’s a pleasure to work with him. He’s incredibly brilliant, well, you are too, but you know what I mean. ‘A pleasure? Damn it, don’t say that! Well, it is, actually… What’s wrong with that…?’"

—"It sure is a pleasure…" —García nodded with a little grin.

· P O V S P E N C E R ·

The day went on, and as lunchtime approached, I found myself thinking about how to start a conversation with Eli. I wanted to get to know her better, but I wasn’t sure under what pretext that didn’t involve work. When we finally met in the cafeteria, I felt a bit more relaxed.

—"I hope you’re hungry," —I said as we sat down at a table by the window. —"I brought some of my favorite books on the topic I mentioned earlier."

Eli smiled, taking one of the books I offered her.

—"I thought it was an article," —she replied with a soft smile as she flipped through the book. —"Not that I’m complaining, I actually like it, always prepared."

—"Well," —I said, feeling a bit awkward with the compliment. —"Yes, here’s the article, these books expand on the information, these are related, and these... Well, these just seemed interesting." —I couldn’t help but laugh, I think I can be a bit intense sometimes.

Eli looked at me with curiosity, as if she was evaluating me, then glanced at all the material. After a moment, she smiled like she genuinely appreciated that I had brought all of it, not in a way to make me feel better, but because she was truly interested.

—"You know?" —she said, looking up from the book. —"I never thought I’d get along so well with you. At first, I thought you’d be... I don’t know..."

—"Hard to deal with?" —I asked with a self-deprecating smile.

—"Something like that," —she admitted with a soft laugh. —"Well, we all have our prejudices."

I couldn’t help but laugh too, surprised at how easy it was to talk to her.

—"I’m not the best at socializing," —I confessed, fiddling with a napkin. —"I feel more comfortable with books and data than with people, but... I don’t know, with you it’s different. It’s easier."

I could swear my comment made her a little embarrassed, that half-smile she sometimes had, which I loved, appeared.

—"Data provides security, I get it, I also find refuge in it, but..." —she said, pausing as if reflecting on her own statement. —"They’re just collections of information made by people, and people make mistakes... sometimes data, statistics, books... can be wrong, or the information evolves with society, there are advancements... etc. Maybe I’m rambling, I don’t know where I was going with this, really. I meant to say that... Well, I don’t know, I don’t remember, sorry." —She let out a small laugh as if laughing at herself.

Her brief reflection made me smile. Every little interaction we had helped me get to know her a bit more in detail, to understand how she worked, and I liked that.

—"No, no, that makes sense," —I said, looking her directly in the eyes for the first time in what seemed like a while. —"I liked your reflection, it makes me feel uneasy, but I enjoyed hearing it."

We continued talking about the case, about books, and about our personal experiences. Before I knew it, it was time to head back to the office. Eli stayed behind, reviewing some data.

The day went on, and I had an unsettling feeling in my stomach or maybe in my throat, like a knot. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. There was something about the way she worked, her willingness to help without expecting anything in return, her kindness… But there was something more, something I couldn’t quite identify.

I decided to step out for a moment to clear my head. As I walked down the hallway, I ran into Luke, who was reviewing some reports near the coffee machine.

—"Hey, Reid," —Luke greeted me when he saw me. —"How’s it going?"

—"Uh… Fine, fine," —I responded, though I knew my tone wasn’t entirely convincing.

Luke raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing that something was bothering me.

—"Alright, Reid, something’s spinning at full speed in that head of yours, and it’s already smoking. Is it about the case? We’re making good progress, honestly I’m glad Emily thought it was a good idea for Eli to collaborate, she’s being helpful."

—"Yeah, well, it was definitely the right call, she... she’s incredible." —Maybe I was being too obvious.

Luke smiled, a gesture that indicated he already knew where this was going.

—"She is... pretty incredible," —he said, nodding with a satisfied smile.

I shrugged, feeling a mix of discomfort and relief at the same time.

—"I’m not sure what’s going on, it’s just that... I’ve noticed there’s something different about the way we work together. And I don’t just mean her professional skill, which is impressive. It’s more... personal."

Luke listened silently, letting the words flow as I tried to organize my thoughts.

—"Wow, you really needed to talk..." —He said in a teasing but friendly tone, leaning against the wall to show he was ready to listen. —"Don’t worry, whatever you say stays between us."

I took a deep breath before continuing, knowing it was time to confront what I had been feeling.

—"I guess… It’s hard to explain," —I began, choosing my words carefully. —"Eli is... different. I don’t know if it’s because of the way she sees things, or because she has a way of connecting with people that makes me feel more... " —I paused, searching for the right word. —"Comfortable. It’s like, for the first time in a long time, working with someone doesn’t feel like an obligation, but like something I actually enjoy. I’ve been so... I don’t know, but with her..."

Luke nodded, as if he understood perfectly what I was trying to say.

—"So, you like spending time with her," —he concluded, without judgment. —"And that... scares you?"

—"Yeah, maybe, I’m not used to feeling this way at work. Really, anywhere. I’ve always kept a certain distance, but with Eli... it’s like that barrier just doesn’t exist. And I’m not sure if it’s something I should be worried about, or if I should embrace it."

Luke crossed his arms, thinking for a moment before responding.

—"Man, connecting with someone like that is amazing, it’s not something that happens every day, it can be a bit scary, but on the other hand, if you push it away, you might miss out on something great. You don’t have to decide anything right now. Just let things take their course. If you enjoy her company, keep going and see what happens. Although..."

His words gave me a certain sense of calm. Maybe Luke was right, maybe I didn’t need to have all the answers right away. I could let things evolve naturally, without pressure.

—"Although..." —That made me nervous.

—"She’s like a sister to me, a pain in the ass sometimes, but like a sister, so I’m warning you, if you hurt her... She can take care of herself, she’s worryingly strong and sometimes scary, so run. Especially if she looks you directly in the eyes, intensely, like... seriously, you know?"

—"Thanks… For the… warning?" —I said, feeling a bit more... concerned. Though I think I was laughing at the way he explained the intense look —"Well, aside from the danger of death... I’ll try to just, I don’t know, not overthink things, I think, if I’m even capable of that. Thanks for listening."

—"Always, man," —Luke replied with a little laugh. —"We’re here to support you. Anything you need, you know where to find me, but never tell her I told you that, okay? Eli can be a bit... well, just don’t tell her."

After our chat, I went back to the office feeling more centered but also a little confused about whether Eli might actually end my life. I reminded myself that I didn’t have to analyze every detail, something I often struggled to accept. Sometimes, things just happen, and that’s okay. Although it’s really easy to say, making it happen…

When I returned to my desk, I found Eli still working, her focus entirely on the screen. I realized there was something calming about her presence, something that made the chaos that often surrounded our work seem more manageable. I approached and sat down next to her.

—"How’s the investigation going?"

Eli looked up and smiled at me, a smile that seemed to light up the entire room.

—"I think I’ve found some patterns that could be useful," —she responded, turning the screen to show me what she had been analyzing. —"I was going through old cases, and there’s a series of crimes where the suspects used disguises or altered their appearance to confuse witnesses. Nothing exactly the same, but there are similarities that could help us understand how our unsub thinks."

I leaned forward, examining the information she had gathered. Her analysis was detailed and precise, and I could see the effort she had put into it.

—"Oh… This is really helpful, Eli," —I said, admiring her work. —"This might be what helps us move to the next step."

She nodded, satisfied with my approval.

—"I’m happy to help. Working with you has been great; I’m learning so much in such a short time. It’s like an intensive internship or something," —she joked.

I felt a warm sense of pride hearing her words. Knowing that my presence and support were helping her grow professionally made me feel like we were building something important together.

—"It’s a pleasure working with you too," —I tried to be sincere.

Eli looked at me for a moment, and suddenly I remembered what Luke had said—maybe he was right. Maybe it wasn’t just professional admiration I was feeling, and maybe I didn’t have to resist it.

When the workday finally ended, I realized I didn’t want our interaction to stop there. We had spent so many hours focused on the case that we barely had time to talk about other things, to get to know each other better outside the office environment. I decided to take a risk. Now or never.

—"Hey, Eli," —I began, trying to sound casual. —"I was thinking… I’ve been wanting to go to an exhibition at the Contemporary Art Museum that ends this weekend. I was… thinking of going, and I wondered if… if you’d like to join me…" —I could feel my confidence waning as I spoke.

Eli seemed surprised by the invitation, but her smile let me know she didn’t dislike the idea at all. Yes, it was that smile I liked. And her reaction… Well, I didn’t expect it, to be honest.

· P O V E L I ·

At the end of the day, as we were getting ready to leave the office, Spencer approached my desk. He seemed a bit nervous, which made me want to smile. "He’s adorable when he makes that face…"

—"Hey, Eli," —I think he was trying to sound casual. —"I was thinking… I’ve been wanting to go to an exhibition at the Contemporary Art Museum that ends this weekend. I was… thinking of going, and I wondered if… if you’d like to join me…" —His nervousness was becoming more and more evident.

I stayed silent for a second, surprised by the invitation. It was such a spontaneous offer that it caught me off guard, but at the same time… The truth is, I was really excited.

"Sure, sounds great" —No, that’s not what I responded, although I would have loved to sound that calm and mature for my age, let’s not forget I’m 29. What actually happened was:

—"REALLY??" —I got way more excited than I thought when he asked if I wanted to go to the museum; I’d been wanting to go for weeks and hadn’t found the time. I wasn’t really aware of my excitement, it’s hard for me to control my intensity sometimes, and I found myself in front of him, touching his arm. —"Of course, I want to go! I didn’t realize it was the deadline already, I’ve been wanting to go for weeks!"

Spencer’s smile widened slightly, his eyebrows raised, and his expression was more like disbelief. "Way to go, Eli, he invites you out, and you act like a ten-year-old with a lollipop, ugh… stop, stop being yourself for a moment and act… act normal, damn it…"

—"I’ll pick you up on Saturday at… ten, maybe?" —He had one eyebrow raised and a slightly amused smile, as if my reaction entertained him.

—"Sounds perfect," —I replied, this time containing my absurd excitement.

We said our goodbyes, and as I walked to my car, I couldn’t help but smile. "AHHHHHHH" —I got into the car, and when I grabbed the steering wheel, I think I screamed a little, I probably looked like a teenager. Even after acting like an idiot, he kept the invitation, I couldn’t believe it.

Saturday took an eternity to arrive, but we both seemed eager for it. He sent me related articles, and we talked about the subject during meals. When Saturday finally came and Spencer arrived to pick me up, the initial awkwardness quickly disappeared. The museum was fascinating, full of pieces that sparked interesting debates between us. We talked about the meaning behind the works but also veered into more personal topics at times.

—"I’ve always found contemporary art hard to understand…" —Spencer admitted while we observed an abstract sculpture. —"It’s like it’s designed to confuse rather than communicate something concrete." —He said with a confused expression.

I smiled at his comment. “I love it when he makes that face… Aww” —"That’s what I like about it. It forces you to think outside the box, to question what you see and feel. Abstract art was born to oppose established norms. The birth of photography was a huge revolution; when it was no longer necessary to faithfully represent pompous society… Artists could be free to challenge social conventions."

He looked at me with an intensity that made me feel a little nervous. But since he didn’t interrupt me, I let myself go.

—"Sometimes art… the beauty of it, is letting yourself be carried away by its forms and colors, assuming that you can’t control it and that what it tells you might not be what you perceive because your sociocultural and emotional context isn’t the same as the artist’s. I mean… I’m talking too much, but y-you get my point, right? “You don’t even understand it yourself, how is someone else going to understand it…” I wasn’t sure if what I was saying was convincing him or boring him. I usually held back when I liked a topic; I always had the feeling that I bored people when I talked, so I got used to that, to being quiet more than talking. I don’t know why I felt so comfortable with him. “Of course you’re talking too much… shh”

—"You mean that maybe I need to learn to stop trying to find a concrete meaning in everything, a reason, and just enjoy it."

—"Yeah, I guess so, that sounds good." —I laughed. —"When I talk, it sounds much more… chaotic."

We continued exploring the museum, but as we went on, the atmosphere between us became increasingly relaxed and comfortable. There was something about the way our conversations flowed that made everything seem natural, as if we had always been friends.

When we finally left the museum, we decided to continue the afternoon in a small nearby bookstore. Spencer and I shared a fascination for books, and spending time in a bookstore was the perfect ending to an already special day.

· P O V S P E N C E R ·

The walk after leaving the museum was pleasant, full of conversations about topics that had nothing to do with work. In fact, work was the one thing we didn’t talk about all day. We discussed books, music, places we wanted to visit someday. I was surprised by how easy it was to talk with Eli, without any effort.

—"Do you have a favorite book?" —I asked as we walked leisurely, without any particular direction.

—"Yes, I do," —she responded quickly, smiling at the question. —"The End of Eternity by Asimov."

I don’t know why it surprised me that she liked Isaac Asimov.

—"It’s not one of his most highly regarded books."

—"Are you surprised, or is it just me? That book is amazing, it has everything, it’s… perfect."

I couldn’t help but be completely captivated, always so enthusiastic about everything she likes, you can’t help but feel infected by it. —"It’s a great book, that’s true."

The sun was starting to set, tinting the sky with shades of orange and pink as we continued walking peacefully.

—"Thank you for inviting me today, Spencer," —we were heading towards the subway station. —"I really needed this. Starting at the BAU has been intense, and this… I needed it."

—"I cleared my throat, looking away for a second, feeling a warmth in my chest that I hadn’t experienced in a long time. —"I needed it too. Sometimes it’s… easy to forget that there’s a world outside of work."

We stayed silent for a moment, walking side by side, and I couldn’t help but think that there was something more in this silence, something that didn’t need to be said but that we both felt. It was a connection that was beginning to take shape, but we didn’t dare express it in words.

When we reached the station, Eli and I stopped, realizing that our routes diverged here. However, neither of us seemed ready to say goodbye just yet.

—"Spencer," —Eli said, breaking the silence. —"Um… I wanted to tell you something…"

—"You can tell me anything," —I replied softly, leaning slightly toward her to show that I was ready to listen.

Eli seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if searching for the right words. Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke.

—"Well, it’s nothing special, just…" —she said, nervously —"Since I joined the team, I’ve felt a bit out of place, and I… sometimes feel like I have to prove something. But with you, it’s been different. I feel comfortable, like I don’t have to try so hard to be accepted."

The sincerity of her words touched me more than I expected. I knew how difficult it could be to fit into a team like ours, where the pressure was constant and the expectations high. I felt a wave of empathy for her and a need to let her know that she wasn’t alone.

—"I understand how you feel. But from day one, you’ve proven to be a valuable part of the team."

Eli smiled, but it was a shy smile, as if she wasn’t used to receiving that kind of praise.

—"Oh, okay, well… Thank you," —she said quietly. —"…For making it easy for me…"

—"I haven’t had to make it easy, it’s been easy." —I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. —"It’s not common for me to feel comfortable with someone. Usually, I’m pretty… reserved," —I added with a conspiratorial smile, scratching my neck. Eli laughed softly, nodding.

—"Yes, I’ve noticed," —she said in a playful tone. —"But I like that part of you. There’s something comforting in knowing that you don’t have to talk all the time for things to make sense. Silence with you never feels awkward."

We stood there, at the entrance of the station, while the flow of people came and went around us. It seemed like the whole world was in motion, but the two of us were in a bubble, a moment suspended in time.

Finally, I broke the silence, finding the courage to go further.

—"Maybe we could do this more often," —I suggested, hoping I didn’t sound too eager. —"Go out and talk about things that aren’t related to work, I mean… It doesn’t have to be anything formal, just… more of… well, this."

Eli looked at me, and I could have sworn there was a small smile on her lips.

—"I’d like that," —she replied, her voice soft, almost shy.

I nodded, and I think I held back a sigh of relief and joy. I had the feeling that in just a few hours, something had changed between us. Something that, though still subtle, was taking shape with every small gesture, with every word shared.

We said goodbye with a smile, knowing that what we had started today wouldn’t stop there. There was a mutual understanding.

As I headed home, I couldn’t stop thinking about Eli, about how easy it had been to open up to her, about how much I wanted to spend more time together. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I was on the right track, not just in my career but also in my personal life. Although it might be that I was getting ahead of myself, at that moment, that’s how I felt.

· P O V E L I ·

On Monday, when I arrived at the office, I found a small note on my desk next to a coffee. The handwriting was Spencer’s, and as I read it, I couldn’t help but smile, biting my lip. As if that would somehow contain the redness of my cheeks.

"Thank you for Saturday, it was amazing. Here’s a little gift, something I thought you’d like. - S"

Next to the note was a book, carefully wrapped. I unwrapped it with curiosity and found a beautiful edition of my favorite book, "The End of Eternity" by Isaac Asimov. I think my heart was beating so fast that I almost had a heart attack. “Oh my god… I’m dying…” Not only had he listened to what I said, but he had also made an effort to let me know that he was willing to share something that was important to me.

“…He’s adorable.”

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strywoven · 2 years ago

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@lionfated has requested a story : ❝ Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale. ❞ ( -gently places down for whichever muse you’d like to bonk me back with- :> )

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Only now has Lhore considered it time for rest ( now , when legs buckle with each step taken ; now , when vision blurs each time she makes to stand & move forward— ) . And what she thought to be but a single night of recovery has suddenly turned into SEVERAL DAYS of reprieve , condemned to many arduous hours of r e s t l e s s n e s s in a quaint town that – with each passing day – becomes increasingly more familiar to her. Much to her chagrin ( o’ how she loathed remaining anywhere for too long ! ) . Not that there was much to be done about it , there was no sense testing her limits further and risking more than she could already take.

It is by the third evening Lhore finds herself wondering how much LONGER it would be , ruminating the thoughts of when she could finally be healthy enough to leave by staring out the foggy window of the tavern ( there was so much to be done – but where , what , who was she to begin with ? even she had no real end to her immortal journey & perhaps that was what she truly sought from her innumerable lives ) . The stranger’s words , at first , go unheeded ; they sound far off , distant , as if some noise the immortal cannot quite place. She notices a reflection emerging in the glass ; a man with a furred jacket , not a local ( a hunter , perhaps ? a mercenary ? ) . Blinking a few times , the qilin turns head , glimmering adornments strung ‘round the horns clinking softly as she moves , looking up to properly acknowledge him. No , she certainly does n o t recognize him ; she has been here long enough to know even a few of the travelers like herself , and he did not seem like one of them ( or at least , not one of the common ones by the looks of him ) .

But what a GREETING that was , to approach and simply ask if one was okay ; not beginning with a hello , not even a who – a what – are you ? She is befuddled , surely , but not entirely offended. Did she still look so ill ? Perhaps she had misjudged her own progress. Placid features fix into a frown , pointed ears downturning slightly. ❝ I … O h . ❞ She huffs , shaking her head at herself , at how her thoughts are so muddled , making conversation more of a CHORE than usual. ❝ Yes , I suppose I … Must seem a little worse for wear , don’t I ? ❞ Voice is hoarse ; she may well be s i c k , too , from the sound of it. ❝ It happens , I believe , when you travel so much and forgo rest. ❞ Guilty in tone , though she smiles somewhat , shrugging a bit haplessly ( it can’t be helped says the motion ) . ❝ You’ve nothing to worry about , sir , but thank you for … Checking. ❞ A few moments pass ‘tween them ‘fore she speaks again , quieter this time as if she may be HESITATING when posing the offer , ❝ I can buy you a drink , if you plan to stay for a spell. ❞

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strywoven · 4 months ago

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❝ I never was fond of the City myself , in truth , ❞ Namyr remarks conversationally , easily navigating the narrow paths and walkways , nodding his head to the members of the community who pause just long enough to bow in greeting to him and his guest ( though we cannot hide the way their eyes linger a moment too long upon meredith , a certain scrutiny vested upon them that seems to remind them more & more so of their outsider nature ) . For someone who wears a BLINDING VEIL , adorned with threaded tassels and baubles which shimmer as he walks forth , gait powerful and measured , he certainly seems to know e x a c t l y where to go and where to be , able to maneuver around others before they even step within arms-length , gently guiding them out of his path with a simple graze of the hand ( a precision , of course , which came with due practice ) .

His head turns minutely , glancing in their direction to r e a d their aura and acknowledge their speaking as they go along. Strangely , he detects no ill from them , but like his people , he is the least bit GUARDED , the least bit UNCERTAIN . Not that it is his job to be so skeptical , he is here to be a peaceable presence , a bridge between his Coven and those who happen upon them.

❝ Well , thank you for your praise , it’s appreciated. As you might imagine , we haven’t many connections with the other elven clans , so it reasons that we make due with what we make for ourselves. ❞ Spoken with a note of pride , gesturing grandly around them. He stops at the chapel , predictably , which will be vacant at this hour. The large wooden door g r o a n s softly as he pushes it open and ushers the other within , the air thick with incense and ash , afternoon light breaking through stained panes of glass. ❝ I ask you to forgive the others , in the meantime , they get … S k i t t i s h with visitors. But you are certainly welcome here. ❞ An anthropologist ? Hm. Odd , but not unheard of. Making his way down the aisle , amid the pews , Namyr nods , his tail flicking once more , ❝ No , no , I’m flattered for your interest ! I would be most obliged to tell you of this Coven. Knowledge is a venerable cause , after all. Ah , do you … Have a name , then ? ❞ He pauses at the bottom steps of the dais , turning about to face the other , head canted in genuine curiosity.

The motion of Namyr's tail makes itself a brief distraction. It almost looks like the flash of a whip at first, made more dangerous by the addition of those dangerous barbs. Meredith wonders if it could be used in such a fashion... Perhaps they will ask about that later. For now, their focus will be upon making a good first impression and--if all goes well--building a rapport with this holy man. He seems nice enough a person; a friendly conversation should be simple to have, for once. They follow Namyr without hesitation the very moment that they are invited to do so, eager to learn more about this pleasantly humble-looking place.

"I would say that you have quite a bit to look at, but I am not without bias," Meredith replies, glancing upon each little shop and cottage they pass. Hamlets like this always bring a sense of comfortable familiarity, but are often eventually overtaken by a creeping unease the longer one remains within their borders. Will this one follow the common pattern or set itself apart? "This place reminds me very much of my own home. It has been in my thoughts as of late. I have been working in the City for what feels like an age... One never wishes to stay there for too long."

A deep breath, followed by a soft sigh. The air here is much easier on the lungs than that of the urban centers of their world.

"But I digress... I am interested in the customs of your group. I am an anthropologist of sorts, you see. My research has led me far enough to find you here, but I have accomplished little else on my own. As the Coven's overseer, I suspect you may be the perfect person to tell me the story of your people and their beliefs... If you would be so kind as to lend me your time, of course. I would loathe to obstruct your activities."

#❧ ⸺ how can ( queue ) say there is no story here ? ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. namyr | threads ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. namyr | verse i: main ❞#dismalice #dismalice | meredith

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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DATING MONSTA X HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Im Changkyun

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Changkyun is a huge fan of affection, it’s definitely his love language. He loves to use it to remind you that he’s there, and also know that you’re with him too. Whenever you’re together, you can always expect some sort of physical contact.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

He was incredibly shy when he first met you, the other members ended up having to push him into speaking to you. You found it really endearing how nervous he was to talk to you, but after a couple of minutes in your company, Changkyun quickly began to settle and realised he had nothing to even be anxious about.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

His confession definitely didn’t go quite as Changkyun had planned. He confessed to you over dinner, yet somehow as he went to tell you how he felt, he ended up dropping his drink all down himself, creating a horrid damp stain on his white shirt. Once you’d helped to tidy him up a bit, he tried again to tell you how he felt, this time getting through it without any more mishaps or opportunities to embarrass himself.

D ⇴ DATES

If Changkyun remembered that the two of you had a date planned, they would always be special. He loved to treat you and take you out whilst also making sure to keep you on your toes. Just when you thought you knew the kind of dates that Changkyun enjoyed, he’d find something new for the two of you to try and send you in a different direction. You loved the mystery that came with dating Changkyun, he loved to leave you questioning what he had planned, but one thing for sure was that you always enjoyed it.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

You were his first experience of a proper relationship since his debut, whilst he’d had a few dates and talked to a few girls, nothing really came from them. He relied on his other members a lot to begin with, he’d turn to them frequently for support and guidance in what to do. He didn’t want you to see the side of him that was worrying and stressing, he wanted to put you under the illusion that he had everything under control. After being sat down with the boys, Changkyun knew exactly what to do and how to make everything work.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

Changkyun isn’t someone who fights often, if the two of you begin to argue, he’ll get very shy and shut himself down from the situation. He hates conflict and loud voices, and he always knows when the point is for the two of you to stop. He’ll always be the first one of the two of you to hold his hands up and acknowledge that the two of you need to take a step back and forget about what’s going on. At times he can be a bit short with you, and even though he means it as a joke, it doesn’t necessarily come off that way. If he knows that he’s hurt you though, he’ll be very quick to put things right and apologise to you.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

Meeting his family was a huge deal for you, and Changkyun knew how important it was for you. You ended up meeting them at a family wedding as Changkyun’s plus one. It took you a long time to even be able to speak in front of them because you were so nervous, but once you did, you were happy to talk to them all night long.

H ⇴ HOME

Over the years, he’d become very settled at the dorm, and changing that routine scared Changkyun a lot. He wanted to be sure that if he moved out of the dorm it was forever, as he didn’t want to change his routine again. He ended up moving into your place after a few months, as he wanted to still be in a space familiar to him.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

The first ‘I love you’ came from Changkyun one evening whilst the two of you were on a date. He’d been staring at you more than usual for most of the night, leaving you very confused. But, as he told you the reason for why he’d found himself staring more than usual, you were more than pleased by what you heard.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Changkyun never gets jealous, he enjoys seeing you happy, and if that’s with someone else, then he really doesn’t mind. He supports you in whatever you want to do and will trust you always in everything. At times you try a little harder to push the boundaries and see if he might get jealous, but he never does, he trusts you and knows that you’re more than capable of handling yourself. It definitely makes life a little bit easier for you knowing that you don’t have to worry about him getting jealous or doubting you.

K ⇴ KIDS

Before dating you, Changkyun had given very little thought to the future and starting a family with anyone or how his future would look. He still thought it was a little way off just yet, but if you wanted to talk about it, he wouldn’t say no. Over time, he naturally found himself beginning to think about a family more and more with the longer the two of you stayed together and the more likely being your forever came to him.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Being able to make you laugh is one of the things that Changkyun works hard on. He knows that you love his brutal attitude sometimes and how blunt he can be to people, he’s never nasty about it and always does it jokingly. He also loves to tickle you a lot, physical affection is a huge thing for you, so when he hugs you, he’ll often also attack your hips or your waist to be able to hear you laughing too. Once he starts hearing you laugh, he’ll find it hard to stop as he loves the sound of your giggles so much.

M ⇴ MISSING

As the youngest member of the group have always rallied around him a little bit more than the others. He doesn’t like for the other members to worry about him, even if he is the maknae, so he’ll try and convince them all that they don’t have anything to worry about. However, as soon as he’s alone with you, he’ll let you know exactly how he’s feeling and how hard of a time he’s having. He knows that he can confide in you, and even though you can’t physically be there with him, you’ll know the right things to say to pick him up and push him to continue. It’s hard on you both, but you both know it’s not going to be permanent when he goes away, and all you can do is look forward to the day that he comes back home.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You tended to just shorten his name when you wanted him, but if you ever called him by his full name, he’d know that he was in trouble. He’d spin around and smile innocently, but he’d know he’d been caught out.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Changkyun is obsessed with your hair, he loves to play with it whenever you’re lying against him. The scent of your shampoo is also something he loves to fall asleep with.

P ⇴ PDA

Affection in public isn’t something that Changkyun is a big fan of. He’ll hold your hand and make it clear to people that the two of you are together, but that’s usually as far as affection from him goes. He much prefers to save proper affection for when the two of you are alone and no one is watching you both.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Changkyun loved to question you when he needed a bit of a boost. Everyone had dips when they weren’t quite feeling themselves, and when he did, he often turned to you for advice and a bit of support.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

He loved writing songs whenever he had some time to himself, but he also loved to have you around when he did so. You’d spent countless hours sat in his lap whilst Changkyun sat at his desk, usually with a piano beside you, coming up with lyrics. There were long nights when you’d often wake up the following morning still there, but with Changkyun smiling back at you having finished what he was working on.

S ⇴ SEX

Intimacy definitely makes Changkyun shy, as much as he likes being close to you and being able to touch you, he can’t help but blush from time to time and look away. His hands love to play with your hair during these times, he’ll often pull at you slightly to guide you to where he wants you and hold you in position. There aren’t many words needed between you both, your touches usually say everything you need them too.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Messages from Changkyun are usually apologies, he’s quite forgetful, so he’ll often end up having to send you a text to let you know he forgot what you wanted from the shop or the time you were supposed to be meeting.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

Before dating you, Changkyun had never realised how important love was. He would often thank you at random moments for coming into his life and filling the gap he had in his life, even though he never knew it was there beforehand.

V ⇴ VACATION

Changkyun would be keen to travel with you as often as possible, he’d told you all about his upbringing and the places that he loved, so you’d be keen to take him back to some of those places when you could. He’d love to show you around all the places he loved as a youngster and make some new memories with you.

W ⇴ WHINING

Whenever he managed to embarrass himself, he’d whine to try and distract from the fact he’d just tripped up over himself or done something stupid.

X ⇴ XXXXX

He would love to kiss you when he felt his cheeks turn red so that you couldn’t tease him. Being one of the quieter members, he often found himself not saying a lot, but his kisses would be saying a lot to you. You’d learnt over the years how to read into his kisses and how to figure out how he was feeling. Changkyun never quite knew how you managed it, but he was blown away by how well you could read him.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were the love of his life, the one he wanted to be with every day, forever.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

The two of you are prone to late nights because of Changkyun’s work, so you usually lay as close to each other as you can to get off to sleep quickly. You won’t say much to each other, instead you’ll just close your eyes and enjoy each other’s company.

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ceciliablossoms · 4 years ago

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Ooh congrats on 500!!!! For the event may I have dacquoise for Kaeya, Childe, and Zhongli? Thank you!!!!

Aaaaa Thank you guys sm!!! ❤

I'm gonna merge all of these together because there's a lot of crossing over

Requested by: @cattycattitude

Dacquoise: "May I have this dance?"

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Tartaglia

Spontaneous dates were nothing new with Tartaglia. He would finish all of his duties for the day, come to find them, and then whisk them away for the evening.

The dates would usually consist of dinner, a walk, maybe some star gazing. There never really was a set plan unless he had time to do so, however often those dates occurred.

He had once more finished early, hunting them down immediately after he had been relieved. He grinned, scooping them off their feet. They let out a cry of surprise, as he took if toward the nearest restaurant with them in his arms. The meal was delicious.

As the night progressed, he looked for more and more things to do so that they could spend more time with one another. The two were on a walk now, lingering around the outskirts of the harbour.

He had set them down but still held their hand as the walked together. They made small chatter with him as they walked. When he let out a chuckle and stopped walking, they turned to spare him a glance.

He had a confident smile and held out his hand, voice smooth as honey "May I have this dance, sweetheart?"

Their face turned red, but nonetheless they grasped his hand. He pulled them close, leading them through the dance, twirling and dipping them, kissing their face with each movement.

"My, aren't you the charmer." They smiled, holding his gaze as he went in for another kiss

"For you? Of course." He chuckled, pulling them gently to his chest.

"Only for me?" They grinned, kissing the hollow of bis throat

"Only for you." He placed his chin atop their head feeling a comfort he only felt around them.

Zhongli

It was evening when he returned home, his shift at the funeral parlour coming to an end. The sun was nowhere to be seen by the time he exited the parlour. The walk home was quiet.

When he entered the abode he shared with his partner he closed his eyes, revelling in the sound of their voice filling their home. The song visibly relaxed him and he stood still in the doorway after he had silently closed the door behind him.

The tune they carried was one rather peaceful and he couldn't help but follow their voice into the kitchen. They were finishing up portioning the meal they made for dinner, knowing that he'd be home any minute. He thought the smell was almost as pleasant as their voice.

He placed his hands gently on their hips, alerting them to his presence, "Good evening, dearest."

They smiled, "How long have you been home?"

"I've only just arrived." He placed a kiss to their temple as they continued to hum. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around their waist and swayed back and forth as they finished what they were doing.

They set the bowls of food down on the dining table. Now that their hands were empty, he gently grasped them and spun them around.

"Might I have this dance, my dear?"

They smiled with a nod as he led them in a slow dance. Their humming returned back to the singing they had been doing at the counter. He held them close to his chest, occasionally leaning down to place a kiss on the crown of their head.

They laughed quietly when they finished their song, "We mustn't do this too long. The food will get cold."

He kissed the back of their hand, "Let us eat then."

Kaeya

The Angel's Share was relatively empty tonight, but the two still took a seat upstairs, far away from everyone else so there would be no interruption. This was a nightly ritual. They would arrive after the tavern in the evening, order their cocktails, then retreat upstairs where they wouldn't be bothered.

Throughout the night the two would make small banter, talking about anything from how the day had gone to sharing intel to random gossip like middle-aged women. As their conversation went on, they'd sip their drinks and fall into a comfortable silence for a bit. Tonight, however, the familiar green-clad bard was performing.

The music sounded through the tavern, melodic and euphonious. His voice carried clear and it was obvious he was singing a ballad about lovers. Kaeya peered down at him over the railing only for Venti to meet his gaze with a smugness he was all too familiar with.

Kaeya chuckled knowing the bard's tricks and leaned back in his chair momentarily so he could finish off his drink. If the bard wanted wingman then so be it. He swirled the liquid in the glass before downing the last of it and setting it down on the table empty.

Standing from his chair, he offered them his hand, his usual smirk adorning his face, "May I have this dance?"

They grinned, taking his hand. He helped them up from their seated position and place one of his hands on their waist. With a wink, he took the lead.

They lied their head against his shoulder after a while making him chuckle. His voice took on a teasing tone, "Tired already?"

He felt them shake their head, "I love dancing with you. It makes me feel safe"

"Well, what kind of knight would I be if I didn't protect you, hm {Prince/ess}?"

They let out a laugh, "A pretty damned bad one."

"Then it's a good thing that I do my job, wouldn't you say?" As he dipped them the music ceased and silently they shared a kiss

Albedo

They sat in his lap, watching work with utmost interest. His hands moved swiftly between vials and his various notes. It was almost difficult to keep up.

He'd been at it for hours now, not slowing down even a little. It was amazing really. His work ethic was unreal. However, the hours he spent working went without a single break.

They stood from one of the comfy couches in the cornee of his lab, slowly making their way over to him. Unsure if their idea would work, the hesitated at first. Finally, they spoke up.

"Albedo?" Their voice was quiet and held a hopeful lilt. He hummed acknowledgement, not looking up from his work. They continued, "Will you dance with me?"

He let out an amused chuckle at their words. Finding a stopping place, he turned to face them. He leaned forward in a slight bow, holding out his hand.

"May I have this dance?"

They smiled and took his hand gently. He twirled them and they let out a small laugh. Despite the lack of music they still basked in the moment.

He led them in a slow waltz, fully aware of the motive behind their actions. The nonexistent music didn't seem to bother him either. He rather seemed to be enjoying himself.

They kissed his cheek, smile still present, "Thank you for this."

"It's no trouble at all." He was flattered that they cared enough to do this.

The break was welcomed even though it wasn't rest. Spending time with them recharged his battery in its own rite, and the break they gave the gears in head would surely help him when he would get back to work later. Secretly, he wondered if they would ask this of him again.

Tartaglia Tag List: @cherryyyaereaa @youaskedfurret @nagatorou @shoutosqueen @seiiblue @dai-tsukki-desu

Zhongli Tag List: @fictionalcharactersthatsit @nagatorou @shoutosqueen @seiiblue @dai-tsukki-desu

Kaeya Tag List: @reina-dragoness-aka-rei @fictionalcharactersthatsit @kurokuroshit @cherryyyaereaa @youaskedfurret @nagatorou @shoutosqueen @dai-tsukki-desu

Albedo Tag List: @fictionalcharactersthatsit @cherryyyaereaa @bunniology @youaskedfurret @nagatorou @seiiblue @dai-tsukki-desu

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the-feral-sequel · 2 years ago

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10 characters game!!

I was tagged by @scribeoffate thank you so much btw, but since this is a very multifandom-y post, i shall put this in my multifandom blog!

game is to list 10 characters from 10 fandoms!

I'm fairly new to fandom things so I dont know if I have enough fandoms, but I'm gonna try to pinch out 10!

Jackson Whittemore: Teen Wolf The apple of my eye, Beacon Hills' resident asshole. i love him so much.

Jack Twist: Brokeback Mountain Never going to acknowledge the last 20~ minutes of the film. Most of my feelings toward him is usually envy because I wanna be a naive cowboy in love with a emotionally constipated at times but still very loving cowboy

Stanley: The Umbrella Academy he took the latest season by storm for me. Man I do love a snarky little mischievous kid who's first thought of getting rid of a body is to dissolve it.

Merlin: Merlin Ah, yes, the titular character from a show that's named after said titular character. Can't go wrong favouriting that. But I do love Merlin and his magic and witty lines and his cute-ass smile and his character arc and his little scarf and his love for his friends, his king, his family, his mentor, and his undying loyalty and his

Legoshi: Beastars God this wolf guy, he's just so <3<3<3. Wish him nothing but good things and definitely some down time and relaxation with Haru and Louis.

Neo AND Trinity (do not make me choose): The Matrix Simulation Superman (re: his flying) ilysm, Girlboss with guns and a badass motorcycle i also lysm. I am so Bi for them.

Princess Carolyn: Bojack Horseman Love this show and the way that it handled its characters, gotta love PC and her arc though. I find her arc to be something so powerful and I love how she found happiness in the end and just, omg, her <3.

Ryan: Barbie Life In The Dreamhouse This show is literally the best thing ever. Ryan and his cardboard cutouts and rivalry with Ken and his fear of dolphins is one of the best things about this show. If I could, I would've picked the show as a whole because I love the characters in it and everything about the show is perfect.

Gulliver: The Humans (written by Matt Haig) idk if this qualifies as a fandom since this is a book and i have yet to make any fandom strides towards this book other than t h i n k about it deeply. I love this book to bits, and gulliver has a special place in my heart. I srsly want to write fanfic about him and christopher post ending because i want more happy fluffy feels like the book was aiming for towards the end. i really have quite a few other ficcy ideas surrounding gulliver and the plot of the book because yes why not.

Tin Tin: The Adventures of Tintin Tin Tin is one versatile guy, he knows everything from shooting a gun to befriending gorillas. He deserves a spot on this list since my bday cake back in february was Tin Tin themed.

Tagging with curiosity: @rhyslahey @jovialsandwichsoul @scintalla and @sequinedmonkey

if the url isnt as connect the two dots as it is, it is i, @domesticated-feral

#feral says things #multifandom galore #tag game

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 4 years ago

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I just thought of an interesting idea for a request! How about this: Nagito is going on a hope rant in front of all his classmates, but reader (maybe the Ult. Philosopher or smth) actually talks to him about it and agrees at points, and Nagito is just s h o o k -⚜️

“...no matter how great the despair, I know you Ultimates will be able to overcome it and bring hope to....!”

“Sheesh, is anyone even listening to this crap?!” Kazuichi groaned, leaning back in his chair. “Like can we get an actual conversation going instead of this idiot preaching about-?!”

“Actually, he does bring up some good points. He’s not just spouting nonsense.”

Everyone in the class stopped and stared at you with mixed reactions. You were actually defending Nagito’s words?? They certainly didn’t expecting that out of you.

Even so, you remained unfazed by their stares as you put down your notebook. “Hope and despair are actually intertwined and have shaped who we are as people, though...it’s a shame some people don’t even try to acknowledge that.” You sent a knowing glare to the mechanic, who clammed up, but you went back to smiling politely.

“But that’s okay. Just don’t be a jerk to those who are passionate about such ideals.”

Eventually your classmates got over their shock and returned to their normal conversations. But Nagito stared at you, awestruck, and you took notice. “Do you wanna talk about it more?”

“T-Talk about it? With scum like me? Oh, [y/n]..” He laughed as he joined you at the table. “Thank you, and here I was thinking I wasn’t worthy of anyone’s time.”

Then he took your hand in admiration. While it would normally come off as creepy to others, you didn’t really care.

“Well, I mean it when I say you brought up some valid points about overcoming despair.” You chuckled. “As humans, we never let ourselves be held back by doubts and fears for too long...we’ve always been pushing forward to make the world a better place. And we didn’t let obstacles such as “despair” stop us from advancing as a society.”

The Ultimate Luckster practically had stars in his eyes as you spoke. “Amazing! I only expected the Ultimate Philosopher to have such an open mind!”

Yep, he was truly enamored by your talent.

#clanask #fleur anon #danganronpa x reader #sdr2 #nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda x reader

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mysterytickingegos · 4 years ago

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Ouija Board

Pairing: Ghost!Blank x Reader (Ambiguous)

Genre: Paranormal

Word Count: 1,512

Summary: Sequel to Blank’s Winter Ficlet. After months of Blank poking at your sanity out of boredom, you bring your friends home to get their help, and someone brings a Ouija board into the mix. The day ends with you being left with more questions than answers. (There will probably be another part to this later.)

Anonymous Request: 1. Blankgameplays 2. she/her 3. Platonic/ambiguous 4. Fluff (meet cute, like Blanky Boi is 'haunting' {would you call it haunting? is he even a ghost?} reader's house) Prompt: 63 - Reader: “I don’t believe in ghosts.” Blank: *about to ruin this mans whole career* Please and thank you with extra sprinkles on top ♥ ☆ﾟ.*♥･｡ﾟ♥

Authors Note: First off, to get it out of the way, I was originally using a gif from the tumblr search option, and I removed it when asked. Even though I’ve done so, I can’t remove the reply because they blocked me before I even saw the notification. The gif you should be seeing (if it matches the image description) is one I made myself. Now, onto the important stuff- Oh my god, it is about time I got this done! I’m so sorry it took this long for me to get to it! If it helps in any way I finished this fic with idea’s on continuing it later so...you’ll probably be getting more out of your request than most!

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[Image Description: A gif of Ethan (Crankgameplays) edited to be spooky with multicolored layers. He leans towards the camera and speaks ominously.]

You’d started out with nerves of steel.

Ghosts weren’t real. You knew that.

It’s an old house, and you have an overactive imagination. That’s what you told yourself, over and over again, even once it stopped making sense. But there’s only so many times you can catch things moving on their own, or you could hear that distant voice, before you started to get a little tense. So when you finally hit your limit, you turned to your friends, bringing them to the house in the hopes that they could confirm what you’d been seeing. Or not.

“Okay, before we go in, here’s the plan. We don’t talk about it.” You started, keeping Vi and Eric on the stairs. “Because I think if it knows that I told you about it, it won’t do anything. Like, try to make me look crazy.”

“You do look a little crazy right now.” Violet quipped, nudging you further up the stairs. “Come on, we get it. Act normal, pay attention, let’s get ghost hunting.”

“Ugh, please don’t call it that.” You unlocked the front door, stepping in with your friends following right behind you.

You tossed your keys onto the counter, and the sudden noise was all it took to make Eric yelp. You and Violet both turned to look at him, seeing him cover his face with his hand. “Sorry...”

You sighed, already close to giving up on this plan. You were pretty sure the so-called ghost didn’t even have to do anything. Eric was so nervous and Violet was so excited about this whole thing that they’d probably make up their own ghost story by the time you finished painting the office.

But you trudged forward, bringing them upstairs and getting to work.

You dug your speaker out of the closet, putting some decent music on and leaving it in the corner of the room. Eric pried the paint can open and Violet started lining the room with painting tape. For the first time in a long time, you were all stuck in an uncomfortable silence. waiting for something to happen.

But the day went off without a hitch. It was late in the evening when you finished painting the walls and your friends got ready to leave. “You know, if this was your way of trying to get free labor out of us, fair play to you.” Vi joked, slinging her bag over her shoulders at the door. “But honestly, I’m kind of bummed.”

You shook your head. “I swear I wasn’t, guys. I’m sorry. God, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Eric came up behind you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey it’s alright, you can- well I mean if you want you can stay with us for-”

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by a small thud and a clattering sound coming from the room right above you, the office. All three of you looked up at the ceiling, then at each other, before making a quick pace back upstairs. You flicked the light back on to see that the half-empty bucket of paint you’d left was now on it’s side, and the color of the floor now matched the walls.

“...Dude, this thing is an asshole.” Vi said bluntly, earning a quiet plea from Eric not to make it mad.

“I knew it! I told you! There’s no way this shit just happens, right?” Despite the fact your floor was ruined, you couldn’t help but get excited. “I mean it’s ridiculous but this happens all the time.”

“Okay, this is going to get even cooler, beeecause...” Vi grinned, pulling her bag back around and digging through it until she found what she was looking for, something wrapped in a beige cloth. “Guess what I brought.”

You watched her unwrap what turned out to be a planchette, which had been wrapped in what turned out to be a cloth Ouija board. Eric coughed nervously, taking a small step back towards the stairs, “I actually uh..I can’t stay, I sort of have a-a doctors appointment! Yeah, that. That’s what I have to get to.”

“It’s seven at night.”

“Yeah, um...it’s therapy. You know, they stay open late and...yeah.” And with that Eric excused himself from any further ‘ghost hunting,’ fleeing out the front door. Before you could also object to the idea of talking to the ghost, Vi grabbed your hand and pulled you along to the living room.

“Do you have any candles?” She asked, kneeling down on the floor and spreading out the Ouija board.

“I have a couple scented candles we could light, I guess...” You shrugged and went around collecting them. You started to say something more but stopped to rethink it. This was ridiculous. Lighting candles for a ouijia board? Acknowledging any of this ghost nonsense felt silly enough to you, just a couple months ago stuff like this was all a big joke to you. But what other explanation could there be for everything you had experienced? Maybe you should have done a bit more research, set up a camera or-

“Y/n?” Vi called out from the floor, pulling you out of your thoughts.

Swallowing your pride, you brought the candles and a matchbox over and kneeled across from her. “So since when are you interested in all this, anyway?”

“What, ghosts and stuff?” She stayed quiet for a moment as she helped you set the candles up on either side of the two of you. “I dunno, I guess I’m just starting to notice that maybe...things aren’t as they seem. Kind of like you. But I actually find it fun. So, are you ready to do this?”

You nodded. “I guess so...” Placing your fingers on the planchette, you took a deep breathe before you started. “Hello?”

“Hello? That’s all you’ve got?”

“Shush.”

“I’m just saying, maybe-” “It’s my house that’s haunted so-”

HELLO

You both fell silent again, glancing up at each other. She looked like she might explode from excitement and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes. Then, you kept going. “My name is Y/n, this is my friend Violet.”

I K N O W

“What’s your name?”

The planchette began to move again, but this time rather than settle on any letters or even move towards ‘No,’ it moved to a blank patch of the cloth.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you waited for any movement, but it didn’t come. “Do you have a name?”

D O N O T R E M E M B E R

‘Oh.’ You felt a pang in your heart at that.

Vi pouted a little, her head tilting to the side. She was the next to ask something. “What are you?”

G H O S T

“Alright-”

M A Y B E

“...Maybe?”

D O N O T R E M E M B E R

Chills ran down your spine. That was not a comforting thought. “Is there anything else in the house with us?”

“You’ve really been scaring my friend, you know.” Vi said, looking cautiously around the room as she spoke.

I K N O W

It took everything you had to keep your shaking hands on the planchette. “Do you want me to leave?”

Nothing happened. You waited, your heart pounding out of your chest. The sun had officially set, making the house pitch black aside from your little pocket of candlelight. You could almost make out a shadow over the board, it’s source seemingly coming from behind you. You didn’t dare mention it. “Do you want to be alone here again? Because I’d understand that.”

Even more dead silence.

Violet let out a sharp sigh, taking one hand off the planchette, despite your objection, to rub her temple. “Are you still there?”

YES

“I just want to understand why you’re doing this.” You said, much quieter than you meant.

S O R R Y

“You’re sorry?”

S T A Y

“But...what?”

You and Violet sat there for another thirty minutes, asking questions and waiting for answers that never came. The spirit was apparently done talking. “Alright, well...” Violet stood up, putting her bag back on.

“What? Wait, I don’t get any of this. What do I do?” You began to panic, not entirely sure if you should be leaving the board yet.

“You can have the board, keep trying tomorrow, I don’t know. Look-” Her tone was coming off uncharacteristically harsh now, as she avoided your eyes. “My head is splitting, think it’s all the candle fumes. I’m gonna breeze off, good luck though.”

You squinted at the door when it hit you what she said. "Breeze off?” Shaking it off, you turned your attention back to your unusual roommate. “Okay, I’m going to call it a night I guess. I have paint to clean up so,” You moved the planchette to ‘Goodbye,’ taking your hands off and being seconds away from blowing out the candles when it moved all on it’s own.

G O O D N I G H T

#blankgameplays x reader #blankgameplays fanfiction #blankgameplays x you #I wrote this in a burst in one day and if there are typos they are hiding from me

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honeybomb4thebear · 4 years ago

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Hi! So idk if you're doing a limit on the number of NSFW alphabet letters for each character, but if not, can I get a-z with teruteru? And if that's too many, B,D,F,H, and T? Thank you so much! I love your writing!

AAAAAAAAAAAAH you love it!?!? THANK YOU SM I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AKDJSKJAD <3

Warning: N//F*W!! (i don’t know how should I write it!!)

TERUTERU NSFW ALPHABET (A-Z)

A=Aftercare - What they do/act like after sex. ⦁ You know he will act all tough and smug, but he'll be VERY tired. He will try to tease you about how he "worn you out", but you both know who is the tired one here...

B=Bondage - Are they into BDSM, and how far they’ll go if they have a green light. ⦁ C'mon, it's Teru. Of course he is into BDSM. But as cliche as it sounds, he is definetly afraid of getting hurt/hurting you. Like extreme stuff, knifeplay or sumth. Aside from that, he will tie you up, and is a rope bunny himself, probably not a fan of degrading/getting degraded. Expect lots of dirty talk, though.

C=Cum - pretty self explanatory. ⦁ It's decently thick, probably tastes sweet too because as a chef he has a good diet himself.

D=Dom - Are they dominant, submissive, a switch? ⦁ Oh my god he is such a switch. I feel like the more perverted you are, the more of a switch you become. Look at Miu, Kazuichi and Teru for example. Chef boi is definetly a switch.

E=Edgeplay - Similar to ‘Kinks’ except it’s a lot riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.). ⦁ No it's too risky lol. He really isn't a fan of hurting you, no matter how big of a pervert he is. Does exhibitionism count though? If so, he is an exhibitionist.

F=Fantasy - A fantasy of theirs (ex: a teacher/student fantasy). ⦁ Okay, it's kinda specific but probably something like this: After a busy day as a professional chef, he arrives to his huge mansion, and you are waiting for him in an erotic costume. Instant nosebleed. You massage his stiff shoulders as he tells you about his day and how you look even more delicious than the food he prepares all day long, and then it quickly escalates from there. ⦁ Or so he thinks- actually the thing he REALLY fantasies about you two in his hometown, in your own cosy house making out on the couch as the snow falls outside and the crackling from the fireplace fills your ears, along with the cute whimpering and moaning of yours. Then you "make love". After the session, you two cuddle and declare each other your love- it's romantic, it's warm and it's sweet.

G=Got Caught - How they react when they get caught having sex. ⦁ HE IS DEFINETLY SMUG AF. WATCH HIM SMIRK AS HE TALKS ABOUT HOW THE PERSON WHO CAUGHT YOU "could watch you as you make love". Scold him after that, because even though the person left he really shouldn't have done that... But well, you know that he did it because he was proud of having sex with you- and he is quite an exhibitionist. Still not an okay thing to do, though.

H=Hot Spots - A place that drives them crazy when stimulated (EX: neck). ⦁ Between her thighs. Not quite his cock, just his inner thighs. Watch him go crazy after that.

I=Intimacy - How romantic they are, or can be, before, during, or after sex. ⦁ He is definetly smug- like, super duper cocky. But when you act all soft, expect him to turn into a softie in an instant. If you talk about how much you love him, he will blush real quick and handle you with care. Or will let you handle him with care...

J=Journey - Their ideal way of leading up to sex. ⦁ After you keep complimenting the food he made for you, he will act all suave and kiss your hand. You blush but let him kiss you more, until he reaches your lips. Then, yeah- he is fine with anything.

K=Kinks - I’ll list a few of their kinks, be they the normalized ones or kinkier kinks. ⦁ Uhhh foodplay maybe? And praise, definetly praise.

L=Location - Where they like to have sex at, do they like risky locations, etc. ⦁ He is fine with anywhere y'all- aside from somewhere near his mother.

M=Masturbation - How they are when they get themselves off, what they get themselves off to. ⦁ He moans and giggles quite a bit, if you are near he will ESPECIALLY moan out your name, and will be louder in general. He wants to get caught usually- but if he doesn't he will just giggle and let out some breathy moans. He used to get himself off to porn, but now it's just you.

N=NO - A few things that they will absolutely, under no circumstances, ever do. ⦁ Yeah for real, don't hurt him. Overstimulation is okay, though. Also seeing you in tears because of the pleasure and pain is hot, but nothing too extreme pls. And also he would definetly not want to get caught by his mother, so no sex near her too-

O=On’s - Their top turn on’s that they have (things that’ll get them super horny super quickly). ⦁ Basically anything you do with the intention of turning him on. Also, idk if that counts but pat his hair. His hair is important for him, he takes good care of it and for you to acknowledge it will make him happy and even turned on if you do it well enough. Which is, knowing Teru, not much effort is needed lol

P=Position - Their favourite position to have sex in. ⦁ G-Whiz, the position where you lie back with your legs resting on your partner's shoulders. Both roles are okay with him, however with a femdom he'd prefer cowgirl's helper.

Q=Quickie - Do they like it, do they prefer quickies over actual sex, etc. ⦁ Yeah he likes it! It doesn't mean he prefers it over actual sex, though. He gets horny quite often so thought of fucking you right after is nice for him. Or getting fucked by you, that is-

R=Rough - How rough they are, or get, when in bed. ⦁ He is rough lol. That's why he gets tired. And the other reason being...

S=Stamina - How long they can go before they tap out. ⦁ ...his stamina. No, it isn't like he doesn't have much, he is full of energy y'know-. It's just that he pushes himself too hard, he gets very tired after it ends.

T=Toys - Do use toys, do they own them, what kind, etc. ⦁ Of course he does. Vibrators, gags, ropes (if they count), dildos, strap-ons... He is a frequent at the erotic shops. Watch out for the kokeshi dynamo though lol

U=Unfair - How much they tease you, how they tease you, etc. ⦁ TEASES YOU AND CALLS YOU A PERVERT FOR WANTING TO HAVE SEX WITH HIM AFTERWARDS. THAT FUCKER ISTG- ⦁ Also he will insert a vibrator and make you go on with your day as he randomly pushes its switch with a perverted grin. He will enjoy seeing your embarrassed face so, so much-

V=Volume - How loud they get when having sex, things they might say, etc. ⦁ He screams "AVRIL LAVINGEEEEEEEEE" or some random American popstar as he cums, not because he thinks of them instead of you but because that's just how he is- he will apologize afterwards. But you know him so it'll be okay, hopefully. Oh, he also moans a lot. And giggles seductively.

W=Wild Card - a random letter for the character of your choice. ⦁ The favorite body part of his... Is his hair, but aside from that, it's his voice. I mean, c'mon. His voice is so hot.

X=X-Ray - How they look with their clothes off. ⦁ Chubby boy with strechmarks at the end of his stomach. The tanlines are visible as well! His cock is... 10 cm erect. It's thick, though.

Y=Yearning - How often they need to have sex. ⦁ Very rarely! You know how he is- just kidding, he'd be down to fuck 7/24, unless he is sad or sumth.

Z=ZZZ - How quickly they fall asleep after having sex. ⦁ Like I said, he'll be super tired afterwards so watch him pass out after he tries to do your aftercare lol.

#teruteru x reader #sdr2 #danganronpa x reader #teruteru hanamura x reader #teruteru hanamura #hanamura teruteru #teruteru

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yandererubix · 4 years ago

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Yandere ABC’S

featuring keith and yan pico :D

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Believe it or not, all this boy would do is just snuggle, or maybe watch a movie. You bet your ass it can and will get very intense, and it makes them both thankful of the lack of neighbors.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Jesus christ, Pico went through enough trauma to not be affected by blood anymore. He would blast that fucker through the head quicker then you can hide, yet if its with his friends he’ll be a bit more hesitant, choosing instead to have a little ‘talk’ with them. He would kill them if he felt he had to, though. edit: poor gf would definitely be the first to die

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He might try and dehumanize Keith a tiny bit, if not just to make sure he doesn’t escape. He does it all in a teasing manner, of course, because why on earth would he try to hurt him? At least, that’s the excuse he uses every time.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

That’s a big yes, and sometimes not even knowing. Probably mainly for punishments, say Keith tried to escape? There’s no way he’d take that without some form of lecturing.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

About average, enough to feel ‘safe’ around him but not everything, such as the shooting. Keith’s aware of the incident because news exists, but he doesn’t know what really happened that day, like most.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Oh, he’d take the challenge heads on, ‘teasing’ back with a dangerous glint in his eye. However, if he wasn’t in the mood, he would definitely tie him down, or simply hold Keith closer, tighter. He doesn’t want to break him, after all.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

You can bet your right arm it is. More often then not he gets a thrill from playing their little game of cat and mouse, and its even more rewarding when he finally catches/

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When his darling tries to strike back when he’s vulnerable. etc. after sex, sleeping, things like that. There would probably be the tiniest bit of blood drawn, often ending with a sobbing Keith ‘snuggling’ up with him.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He hasn’t really thought about that. He’s content with how things are now, so, go figure.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Is this even a question? For coping he’d probably go on a weed massacre or beat the shit out of whoever held Keith’s attention, until said person is nothing but a bloody piece of rotting meat.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Can get very affectionate, which could be quite dangerous varying on the levels. Otherwise, he’s just Keith’s usual flirty boyfriend.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Okay, lets be honest. After a while of waiting he would just pin him to the wall then drag him away to the ✨cold hard future✨™

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? For sure. Around his darling, he’s flirtatious and very hands-on, but in public he’s quite cold to anyone who so much acknowledges him. Around him friends, although similar, he does genuinely try. God knows what for.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Sexual, dehumanizing, or neglect. There is no in-between. Sorry, Keith. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

As mentioned in many other letters, he can be quite patronizing and take away quite a few rights. (name-calling, sometimes he won’t clean up the cuts after punishment if he’s really angry, so on.)

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Impatient most of the time, but that’s neither of their faults, its just in Pico’s nature. He does make an effort most of the time, but no judging if he snaps.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Let’s be honest, he would just shoot himself and they’d be together again. Next one, please.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

First question, a very small percent of the time. He’s definitely delusional, so even though he’s painfully aware of everything, it’s fine. Their together now. Keith’s only pretending to hate him and call him all those horrible things because he’s too shy to admit he loves him back, right?

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

do with this question what you will. its 10:40pm, people, give me a break.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He’d obviously feel bad, but try not to let it show. Keith won’t acknowledge his presence? Fine. Then he won’t be in his presence for lets say, five days? The problem is, both of them are stubborn as a mule, and that just might be the reason K dies one day.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

gun gun gun gun gun gun gun gun gun gun gun

also the fact he can get reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllly jealous. All of the goddamn time.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

im 👏pa 👏tient 👏 also, the jealousy. If Keith suddenly pays super extra affectionate randomly back, it might soften up restrictions.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

how many times have i wrote about the blood tho

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Very far lengths, mental wise. Such as killing someone Keith was talking to while he was talking to them, just as a teensy reminder of his love.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

As mentioned this boy is pretty impatient, so I imaging some time after week three he would finally snap. He was just so excited from finally being able to duel him like that, don’t scold him!

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He might accidentally, depending on how strong K’s will is. Pico obviously doesn’t want him to become despondent, he loves him too much, and besides, it’s so much fun for them both when they play their little games of tag or hide and seek.

uurrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhn its now 10:50pm, enjoy i guess and expect more, gremlins.

(sorry if any mistakes, too lazy and tired to care. adios! ✌️

#keithxpico #picoxkeith #fnf #fridaynightfunkin #picoxbf #bfxpico #boyfriendxpico #picoxboyfriend #yandererubix #yanderepico #yandereau #yanderefnfau #yanderefnf #signoff

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treefrog203 · 4 years ago

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Hi! I saw that your requests are open so I was wondering if you could maybe write relationship hcs for deidara and aoba? Thank you either way💕

OH OKAY UHH I CAN DO THESE HERE? IMMA DO THESE HERE HOPE YALL DONT MIND i’ve never had a request like this but i’m h y p e

deidara~

ok so boom babe? i feel he’s hella sweet but shh!!! don’t tell >:(

he enjoys spending time with you

ngl, he doesn’t mind some moments dragging out, bc they’re moments with you. plus, y’know that feeling where you spent 3 hours with someone but it felt like 15 mins? that happens all the time and it helps to make it feel more ephemeral. don’t call him out on this but it may be the one time he agrees with sasori’s style

big on quiet-together time. he’s energetic but explosives are tricky and requires a lot of focus. art too! if you can sit and read next to him or do your own thing while being in the same room, he’s very fond of that.

on the opposing side, if he’s not working on his art, you’ll have to gag him to get him to shut up.

is very interested in whatever you like! cooking? painting? jewelry? woodwork? a n y t h i n g. he’s gonna be hovering like a bee on a flower.

although he has his own likes and dislikes, he puts out what he doesn’t like in advance so hopefully both parties can avoid it if possible.

also very respectful of your boundaries but as he is young and inexperienced, he stumbles and falls over them sometimes but never intentionally.

i think he’d be understanding if you’re a quiet type, so long as you nod or acknowledge what he’s saying in some way. if you’re loud, i hope you have thick walls or no neighbors because there will be screaming matches just for the sake of who can scream louder. (it always ends with leaning against eachother, hoarse giggles, and passing a cup of water between you two)

um, you do have to be okay with or get accustomed to loud noises because when he’s experimenting there will be accidental explosions.

also, i hope you like a sport or two because deidara likes being outside

i’ve always been a sucker for this but i think dei would be the type to go hiking and plan a surprise picinic at the location (a waterfall or sum) maybe even camp the night and go skinny dipping together!

also, always fiddling with something. your hand, shirt, hair, you name it.

WOULD TOTALLY MAKE YOUR BACK POCKET HIS HAND’S NEW HOME. hand. on. the ass. 24/7.

cuddling? squeezing your butt

walking past him to grab something? smack on the ass

u get the point. i think he’s more a boob guy but your ass tends to be more accessible in public. also, i’m not sure if you have boobs but if you’re amab, please don’t think your chest will not be getting attention bc it will

he tends to gift a lot too. whether it’s something he made or found that reminded him of you

he’s not overly romantic? not because he doesn’t want to show he loves you, i think it’s more bc it radiates off him? i’m not sure how to explain it otherwise. instead of pouring his love into acts, it fills his aura and it’s thick, dark and almost palpable there’s so much. you can just be in the same room as him and feel his love.

idk if you want smexy canons but you didn’t ask and idk how to do under the cut things so yee 👉🏻👈🏻 imma stop here and start on aoba

aoba~

so tbh i don’t really a lot about his character so imma just base this off the vibes i remember from him

ok, high key, low key romantic. always doing small things like picking up for you after a long day or picking up your fave snack on his way home.

he isn’t afraid to go super high key and do like, petals on the bed and candles and stuff though if that’s what you like.

also, totally the type to make height jokes if you’re shorter than him. he just looks that way and it makes sense.

a gentleman but he’s never serious unless the situation is dire or literally requires the utmost of seriousness

he likes to kid, tease, and poke fun at you

if anything he says ever hurts you on accident, man will be down on his k n e e s hugging you and apologizing.

very good at picking up on little cues and knowing exactly what they mean

like, you tap your foot one too many times and he’s gonna pause the tv so you can go pee real quick he’s that observant

probably likes having his hair played with as well

uhh i’m outta juice here, not really sure what else to write about him,!i’m sorry! 🙈

i’m not sure if this is what you’re wanting or not but i hope it at least fulfilled a little bit!

#deidara #deidara x reader #naruto #naruto shippuden #aoba #aoba yamashiro #aoba yamashiro x reader #naruto x reader #akatsuki x reader #this is the most i’ve written in months i’m sorry if its subpar but i was excited!!

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naru-uzumaki · 3 years ago

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His tails unfurl in a flurry of white, his hands cradle several gifts within palms. envelopes of yellow to match the kit's hair, blue bowl sets for ramen at home in a white bow. One tail held the wooden hook of an young adults yukata set the patterning custom in orange swirled sleeve ends, the Uzumaki circle upon its back and smaller circles on the labels. The obi was a stark blue, close to the eye but with gold stitches and the symbol of the village throughout in a navy. The rest of the outfit was a slate grey, darker near the ends, to make the orange swirls stand out.

Another tail with Naruto's name on a banner. Finally, before his knees, Kazehiko placed a wooden box of renewed ninja tools, a polishing kit for his hitai-ate and three different sharpening stones for travel and home.

The fox, stared upon the kit with pride, as a tail eased over to brush over Naruto's cheek and shoulder, to nudge him closer to his gifts. "Tanjōbiomedetō, kit."

@nvrcmplt

◖ -‘๑’- ◗

BIRTHDAYS WERE A CELEBRATION --- a chance to celebrate a year past and a chance to look at what was ahead for another year. Normally this was a quiet day for him, the whiskered jinchuuriki not expecting too much out of it ( especially not any gifts! ), so of course it would be a surprise when he saw the array of presents before him. Gifts were always a symbolism of thought and care to him, even the smallest of them radiating appreciation from the nine tailed host almost immediately.

A hand would reach and rest upon the tail that stroked his cheek in acknowledgement and [ t h a n k f u l n e s s ], a smile spreading with full enamel in happiness. There wasn’t anything that could take away the gratefulness that he felt in his heart and seeped through to those distinctive features of him in the form of expression.

He was really a lucky guy...

❝say --- next time don’t get me so many things, ne? I don’t deserve it ya know!❞ let’s be honest though --- despite his playful response, he was going to cherish every item given to him from Kazehiko and safeguard it with his heart.

Thank you.

#nvrcmplt #this was so pure #;narutospeaks

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izzyizumi · 4 years ago

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D I G I M O N x K A G E R O U . P R O J E C T “C H I L D R E N . R E C O R D” R E M I X . V E R S I O N {V o c a l o i d : M I K U version}

“FACE FORWARD!” “FIND HOPE IN ONLY THE DIZZYING HEAT”

“YOU KNOW, about that WILD WORLD

I laughed it off as being” “TOO HARSH”

“...So ends the SIGNAL---”

Original Poster’s [Mine] Commentary: Other A.M.Vs in this series & Story information is below! This is a remix version edited to the original A.M.V! So there’s not many changes due to it being a music edit;

except perhaps IN THE END OF THE OPENING SEQUENCE...”

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buckley-diassz · 4 years ago

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b r o k e n h o m e

So, I have had an obsession with this goddamn song and these boys and I finally wrote a fic rec. It’s a l i t t l e angsty and I apologise but they have a cuddle pile so that makes it a littleee better.

t.w. mentions of abuse / mentions of homophobia / mentions of anger (if i forgot any please don’t be afraid to tell me and I’ll add it)

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated (: - Eli x

Link to AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/30240900

b r o k e n h o m e

When the boys first heard Broken Home, the emotions were fleeting not really hearing what the lyrics were saying, too distracted with catching up on twenty-five years of music and exploring different genres and vibes.

So the second time they heard it, they heard it. Alex, Luke and Reggie were sat in the studio, flicking between albums when the opening notes rung out.

They would yell, they would scream, they were fighting it out. They would hope they would pray, they were waiting it out.

It struck a nerve with Reggie, remembering all the nights he’d be curled up on his windowsill in his room, head between his knees willing, praying, hoping it would stop. The three of them were miserable and his parents were dancing around the word divorce. It was like they got a kick out of fighting, throwing the nearest object at each other, the wall, the floor and hell even Reggie if he got in the way. It was exhausting.

Holding onto a dream whilst they’re watching these walls fall down.

Reggie scoffed to himself, it’s ironic really. What was his dream? The band succeeding was his dream but also his parents finally acknowledging that they need out? Him finally getting his out, packing his bag and running and feeling at peace? Reggie just wanted a safe haven of his own, the boys made him feel safe of course they did, they were his family in every way but blood (despite Luke’s insistence on becoming blood brothers). His own bedroom just made him feel trapped, suffocated and alone. He found no comfort in a place that should have been strictly his own.

Sharp words like knives, they were cutting them down. Shattered glass like the past it’s a memory now.

Alex. Alex was taken right back to the moment he blurted out he was gay. That night he had had enough. School was ramming up the pressure with exams nearing, the band was practicing relentlessly and then his parents were on his back about brining home a nice girl and he, quite simply, snapped. The silence that followed was deafening. His mother’s fork clattered against the porcelain plate and she looked at him like he was a stranger. Alex’s dad, well, he’d never seen his father look so angry. The grip on his glass of whisky tight, the whites of his knuckles a stark contrast against his flushed skin. His eyes no longer had a warmth to them, they were stone cold and unfamiliar. The moment broke when his father smashed his glass against the freshly polished table and stood abruptly from his chair sneering at Alex. Now Alex wasn’t delusional, he knew that him coming out wasn’t going to be a fairy tale moment but he would’ve never expected it to be like this. His father cursing him, calling him every slur he knew whilst clutching onto the gold cross hanging from his neck. His mother not moving a muscle but her face was a picture of a thousand words. Her red lined lips agape, blue eyes glistening with tears, and an incredulous expression etched on her features. His father’s fist slammed on the table “Look at me when I’m talking to you Alexander,” a gulp, “there will be no more talk of what happened here tonight, you will finish your dinner, you will help your mother clean up and we will be going to church first thing in the morning.” It’s safe to say, Alex did finish his dinner, he did help his mother but he did not stick around to go to church the next morning.

Holding onto a dream. Whilst they’re watching these walls fall down.

Whilst the chorus rung out, the boys wordlessly gravitated towards one another seeking comfort, touch, familiarity. It’s quite something. They didn’t have it good but listening to this song, right here, in this moment solidified that they were never alone. Never.

Wrote it down on the walls, they were screaming it out.

From the moment Luke could hold a pen he was scribbling on walls – the lounge, the kitchen, the bathroom. Emily wasn’t amused but he was just a child and who could resist those big doe eyes, even then. But as he got older, there’d be notes pinned to the fridge or his bedroom door. There’d be pieces of screwed up paper littered around the house with chord progressions or lyrics. And his bedroom wall was covered in records, lyrics and posters of his favourite artists. Music was streaming through his veins. So this line really hit Luke. His parents regretted buying him that guitar because there was a constant reminder that they could have prevented this. They could have stopped this nonsense. The sheets of paper everywhere with words scribbled on them, the late night strumming when Luke should have definitely been asleep and, ultimately, Luke running away and never coming back. Music was Luke’s reason to live (and the boys), every fibre of his being screamed it he put every ounce of himself into each lyric he wrote, song he sung and chord he played. But Mitch and Emily. They didn’t understand.

Made it clear, they’re still here, are you listening now? Just a ghost in the halls. Feeling empty, they’re vacant now.

Luke felt light he’d just been sucker punched straight in the stomach. Unsaid Emily. When Julie took that to his parents, for the first time, he was heard. He was valid and it was clear. It was laughable really, stood with Julie, pouring every emotion into that song but they couldn’t hear him. Just a ghost in the halls.

All the battles, all the wars, all the times that you’ve fought. They’re the scar, they’re the bruises, they’re the pain that you brought.

Those lyrics echoed in Reggie’s mind. He remembers what his grandma told him before she passed about how his parents were never in a good place and believed that by having Reggie, it would help. So that no, it wasn’t Reggie’s fault that his parents were the way they were. Reggie could count on both hands how many nights through high school his parents either didn’t fight or didn’t know if they fought because he wasn’t home. They’re the scar – Reggie is a constant reminder that having him wasn’t going to fix anything, it wasn’t going to make any anger or resentment fade away. They’re the bruises – temporary but painful to touch and look at. Another synonym for Reggie’s relationship with his parents as he got older. They’re the pain that you brought – the pain of their marriage falling apart at the seams day by day and hoping a child would somehow fix that. Except now Reggie is all of that pain.

There was life, there was love. Like a light and it’s fading out.

When Reggie was younger he was loved differently. His every need was doted on and when his parents fought, he wasn’t around for it, his grandma would swoop in and take him or ice cream or to make sandcastles on the beach. But as he got older, he became more independent. When things got tense, he’d take himself out for ice cream and a walk along the beach. He’d lock himself in his bedroom with his journal and a box full of memories of his time with his grandma. As Reggie got older, the love faded. It was there, but the love wasn’t the same.

Hey mom, hey dad. When did this end? Where did you lose your happiness?

Reggie’s parents were never happy, not truly. Their happiness was lost way before Reggie came along.

Luke’s parents, on the contrary, were happy. They didn’t lose their happiness with one another but, instead, they lost it with Luke and his ‘unambitious and silly little dreams’.

Alex’s parents, they were a little more complex. Were they happy? Perhaps. Where did they lose their happiness, the night Alex came out as gay.

I’m here alone inside of this broken home.

And they were. None of them had siblings that they knew about. When they parted ways after school or band rehearsal they’d be on their own, inside of their broken homes.

Who’s right, who’s wrong. Who really cares? The fault, the blame, the pain’s still there.

In Luke’s mind it was so messed up. He thought about his family and how’d they wanted better for him, better than ‘some rockstar Luke, you know what it’s like the drugs, the drink, who knows what you could get messed up in’. He thought of Reggie’s parents, who fought about anything and everything just because. And he thought of Alex, Alex who never really had a relationship with his parents after that night.

I’m here alone inside of this broken home.

The boys clutched to each other tighter. Tears were falling, sniffles could be heard, and shoulders were shaking. They knew in an instant that any one of them could reach for the remote and just turn it off and stop this entire thing. But none of them wanted to. It was strangely cathartic and almost necessary. All of these emotions were raw and to them it hadn’t been twenty-five years since they went off to Hollywood to chase their dreams, it was mere weeks. They’d never actually spoken properly about these things. There was the fleeting comment or remark but nothing substantial. Nothing like this. Not for a long time.

You’ve gotta let it go, you’re losing all your hope. Nothing left to hold, locked out in the cold. You painted memories then washed out all the scenes. I’m stuck in between a nightmare and lost dreams.

And that was it wasn’t it. They’d been holding onto these toxic and damaging thoughts for years. Alex had to leave behind the fact that he couldn’t hide himself anymore that even though his own parents didn’t accept him, his brothers did. Luke had to just accept his family were never going to realise that this wasn’t just some silly little dream, this was his choice and he thanked Julie every day that she was able to give his parents a piece of that. And Reggie, Reggie had to let go that it wasn’t his fault, that he wasn’t a burden but he was loved and cherished more than he’ll ever know or understand. A nightmare and lost dreams. Maybe at one point their lives felt like a nightmare they could never wake up from and that maybe they were never going to get their ‘big break’. But it was temporary, just like the scars, bruises and pain – it’d fade eventually, and they got their time.

Alex, Luke and Reggie sung the last chorus the best they could with their hoarse and scratchy voices – they poured every emotion they felt into that final chorus. The three of them huddled together on the armchair together. It took a long time for them to realise that home wasn’t a physical place but a feeling. And although their ‘physical home’ was broken. When they were together, that was home and it was far from broken, it was their constant. They could do anything because they were Sunset Curve. Tell your friends.

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