#Ahh ty for asking I had fun w this!

[rashomonss]

hello! could i please request mirror sex w/ satan and gn reader for your valentine’s day event? ty!

hello hello! and ofc you can haha（*’∀’人）

ahh this was so much fun to write, i love satan sm i swear! anyways I hope you enjoy!! ♡

if anyone would like to request a prompt for my valentine’s day event then it can be done here!

warnings: NSFW read at your own discretion / gender neutral

i love watching you take me…

“Oh? When did this get here? Did you just recently buy it?” You asked as you stepped into the Avatar of Wrath’s room.

A new full length mirror rested in a small space between his bookshelves and in front of his bed, but you couldn’t help but become curious since it wasn’t there a few days ago.

“Asmo gave it to me the other day, apparently it was because I helped him with something awhile back but I just haven’t found a place where I feel like it’ll look good” Satan explained as he looked at the mirror as well.

You plopped down on his bed and smiled. “I think it looks good here, besides you should decorate your room with things other than books”

“I have things you gave me, that should suffice” Satan huffed, as he took a seat on the other side of his bed.

“That doesn’t count,” you replied.

“Says who?”

“Says me” you said, and a moment later Satan reached over to grab you.

You both play fought and rolled around on his bed for a few minutes until he eventually had you pinned down. Within seconds the playful banter turned into a heated makeout session.

Hands traveled up and down your body as you held him close. When you and Satan finally pulled apart for air he moved to leave a few kisses and hickeys on your neck. He always loved it when his brothers would get mad at him for leaving hickeys on you.

Satan continued to travel down your body, discarding your clothes along the way, and left marks and bites in any way he could. When he made his way back up to your nipples he decided to tease them for a while, causing a few moans to escape on your end. As you squirmed under him the mirror suddenly caught his eye, and he immediately had a lovely idea.

He wasted no time in repositioning you to sit on the front of the bed facing the mirror. When you went to question him he placed a hand over your mouth and just whispered to just watch as he admired your body.

You looked into the mirror and watched as his hands made their way back to your nipples and then pinched them in between his fingers. The way your body reacted to his touch was enough to turn you on even more so than you already were.

The way Satan looked at you had you rubbing your thighs together as lust soon filled your eyes. He saw it too of course, and it was obvious with his cock continuously poking your back as he still kept his pants on.

“I want you” you said softly, earning a surprised smile from him.

Satan soon discarded his own clothes and placed his hands on your hips and then slowly let them make their way to your thighs. His touch was longing but it was just as desperate as yours, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

Soon Satan spread apart your thighs and let his fingers graze your entrance before sticking two in you. A moan left your lips as his fingers suddenly stretched you out and prepared you to take him.

As your gaze shifted to the ceiling, he shifted to watching you in the mirror. Satan watched intensely as his fingers moved in and out of you, however he also loved watching the way your body reacted just from his fingers alone.

“I love how your body reacts to me” Satan said softly as he entered a third finger.

After teasting you with his fingers for a bit too much Satan finally pulled them out and then you felt his tip soon at your entrance.

“You ready?” He asked, holding your gaze in the mirror.

A quiet nod was your response, sure you would’ve responded with something else any other time, but your eyes were too focused on the way his tip rubbed against your entrance in the mirror.

You watched as he slowly entered you and immediately you tightened around him because of the sight.

Satan groaned as your hole swallowed his cock, he then set the tempo at a few slow and deep thrusts. Most of the time he loved to tease you, and today was no exception. He loved watching your face become more needy with each passing moment as he slowly went in and out of you.

You on the other hand felt as if you were going crazy. You wanted him to pound into you so badly but he drug out every single thrust, making sure to hit deep every time as well, it was enough to make you squirm and beg for more.

“Look at you, taking me in so well” Satan purred in your ear.

Another deep thrust came after his praise and you cried out in ecstasy as he continued with his deep and slow pace. Satan smirked as he watched his cock slowly disappear inside you, it made it even better when your eyes rolled back each time he thrusted himself deeper.

“Watch yourself take my cock” Satan said softly as he grabbed your chin with his hand and held it up so you could see yourself in the mirror.

Your eyes trailed down your body adorned with hickeys and bite marks from earlier, and when they finally made it down there, the sight alone made you gasp and tighten around him. Satan made sure to slowly pull out as you watched the pre cum from his cock leave a slick trail behind, only somehow turning you on more.

Unlike the previous times though he then roughly thrusted up into you causing a sudden moan to escape as he held you in place. The fast pace from a moment ago continued and Satan made sure to hit your favorite spot each time he entered you.

Ah, he loved this sight, you bouncing up and down on his cock with lust filled eyes and a fucked out brain. The Avatar of Wrath held your chin up and continued to make you watch as he pounded into you with each passing second. The room was filled with lewd sounds and loud moans but he didn’t care, he wanted his brothers to know just how much you loved seeing yourself get fucked by his cock.

“You’re so fucking beautiful you know that?” He mumbled out, before then biting your shoulder, making you shudder in response.

Your pretty little hole tightened around him with each thrust as you got closer. Nothing but a few mumbles of his name and other curses left your lips as Satan guided your hips up and down on his cock. He knew you were getting close and he was as well.

“Let me see you cum on my cock, can you do that for me MC?” Satan said as he held your gaze in the mirror.

A muffled yes left your lips along with a fast nod of your head as well. Satan smiled and picked up the pace just enough for you, and finally after a few moments the built up feeling in your core snapped and you reached your climax.

Your body arched into his as your hips buckled onto his cock, allowing him to ride out his own orgasm as he thrusted into you for a few moments after.

Soft breaths left your lips as you came down from your high. After a moment Satan slowly pulled out of you as you watched in the mirror, soon a small amount of cum slowly started pooling out of your hole as he smirked.

“Ready for round two?”

[slvthrs]

Omg can you write a blurb abt vinnie fucking y/n in a closet at a party during like 7 mins of heaven?

i combined this w another request so reader is also a famous actress and they fuck in a bathroom instead <3

┆.° ♡ — NSFW UNDER THE CUT

If people had to describe you in one word, it was revolutionary. You had changed the face of the acting industry forever, your stellar performances along with your enchanting beauty had people wrapped around your finger and awards practically thrown at you from the whole world.

And all that leads you to some shitty party in North Hollywood. Your assistant and best friend, Jamie, had suggested it for you to have some fun and a form of escape from your cramped schedule.

Usually you would be happy to go, you were the life of the party after all. But this wasn't some high profile party full of interesting faces, this was some shitty TikTok party you were supposed to make 'connections at'.

Bullshit.

Jamie just wanted to get drunk at a frat boy-esque party and drag you along.

So that's exactly why you were shuffling along the crowded hall with a Corona in hand to the nearest escape, and that happened to be a door at the end of the hall.

You enter the room and shut the door behind me before you hear the dreaded call of your name,

Shit this room isn't empty.

"Ahh this is who I was talking about!" Jamie states before dragging you to the group where everyones in a circle.

"Holy shit your y/n right?" A blonde boy with piercing blue eyes asks you

"Yeah that's me" You respond simply

Jamie explains their playing truth or dare and you make small talk with the boy who you quickly learned is named Jack, catching the eye of someone else who walks into the room, he's a brunette wearing a black wife beater and black pants with some nice shoes. His outfit is adorned with a Vivienne Westwood necklace and rings covering his fingers.

He's dressed far too well for a guy.

His umber eyes meet yours and he sits directly across from you and it feels like the whole room goes quiet.

But it doesn't.

Your friend quickly snaps you back into reality as the game begins. It's calm at first, take your shirt off, do a dumb dance, tell everyone who your crush is, easy stuff.

But Jack's eyes twinkle with a dumb idea and when it's your turn to do a dare her eyes meet the brunette boy before the two of you,

"Hey y/nnnn" He draws out,

"I dare you to do 7 minutes in heaven with Vinnie." He announced to the room while pointing at the boy who caught your attention earlier.

"Huh what?" Vinnie questions, he zoned out long ago so he doesn't really realize what's happening until Jack is pulling him up and Jessie is pulling you up, shoving both of you into a bathroom.

What the…

You get shoved into a cramped bathroom with the brunette and both of you stand at opposite ends just registering what's happening.

He rushes up to the door to open it but it quickly gets slammed on his face as he starts banging on it begging his friends to let him out, tugging on the door handle.

Whilst you, instead of helping, can’t stop staring at the way the boy’s arms flex across the door and how his hands basically engulf the handle.

Being famous has its perks but having relationships exposed to the public and therefore not being able to date or hook up without fears that it's for publicity is definitely not one of them.

But with this boy it’s different, he’s hotter than most of your co stars and definitely worth the risk.

After he surrenders to his fate he leans back against the wall opposing where you stand, against the sink.

His eyes rake over your body as he takes in your dress, its black and pink with no straps as is sheer in the middle with a tiny pink bow tying it all together.

You watch in interest and confusion as he basically eye fucks you with his head tilted to the side and hands deep in his pocket.

The room is filled with a tense fog until you finally break the silence, “So um what are we supposed to do in here?”

His eyebrow twitches up while looking at your addictive eyes, “Well usually people are supposed to have sex in here but we just met so I’m not gonna say that.” He ends his sentence with a chuckle.

“Yeah I dunno, tell me about yourself.” I ask but in reality I just want to hear him talk more to hear his voice 

He trails off explaining to me what he does and simply things like that but instead my eyes trail down to his lips and before you know it he realizes and shuts up, much to your dismay, and pulls you close near his face.

You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as he brushes his thumb over your lips. Before you know it, you're kissing him, your hands tangled in his hair. The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the moment.

At first, you're hesitant, unsure of what to do. But as Vinnie deepens the kiss, you feel yourself giving in to the moment. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer as your tongues fight for dominance in each other's mouths.

The heat between you and Vinnie intensifies as the minutes tick by, and before you know it,  Vinnie’s mouth and yours keep locking as you continue the make out session before Vinnie comes up with a stupidly hot idea.

His lips move downward to the crook of your neck as he sucks as you continue to whine and squirm under him,

His breathes are heavy and laced with Hennessy before he asks you, “Hey baby, can I fuck you?”

If you were acting smart you would say no, in fact you wouldn’t be doing all of this but you really aren’t that smart are you?

“Yeah,” You breath out before continuing, “But you only have seven minutes.”

"Seven minutes, huh?" he says, leaning in close. "That's not a lot of time."

“It’s a challenge, are you sure you're up to it?” You tease

“I should be asking you that, for the way I'm gonna make a total mess out of you by the end of this.” He laughs lifting you up to the sink counter and kissing you again as his hands ride up your thighs, bunching up your dress at your waist.

He moves closer to you rubbing his clothed cock all over your cunt watching you squirm and pull at his shirt in an attempt for him to understand to take his shirt off.

He gets the hint and pulls it off over his head and spins you around so he can press your stomach down into the cold tile of the sink counter.

He makes sure everything goes fast. Your friends are gonna be here as soon as the 7, now 6, minutes drain.

He’s pounding into you at a ruthless pace whilst you try your hardest not to say too much. He grips into your hair so he can look at the tears well into your eyes and he leans down to suck into your neck wine colored bruises.

His hands trail down to your clit making you jerk your hip as they make contact, he makes figure 8’s on them as your legs tremble, his hands work in a sweet symphony with his dick, providing you the most pleasure possible as you suppress your moans with a shit mouth.

His thrusts slow for a moment before slamming into you and before you realise your coming undone right before him in, 5 fucking minutes.

“Yeah good job, you did so well pretty.” He states pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as he cums inside of you.

Fuck hopefully he doesn’t have an STD.

Both of you detach and fix your outfits before a pounding is heard on the outside of the door and your respective friends pull you two out.

“Y’know y/n I knew you were trouble, but I didn’t think you were ‘getting fucked in the bathroom by a stranger trouble.’” Vinnie states while leaning down to you and leaving with a wink.

You have a gut feeling this isn’t the last you're gonna see of him.

[taduki]

Hey, Taduki, I recently started reading your Arcana headcanons. They’re great! I have a headcanon request if you’re interested. M6 with an MC who has a habit of turning into cats and other animals, eventually leading to heightened senses in their human form too.

Now I see why arcana asks pages are so stressed out 😭 I’m worried about disappointin’ y’all. It’s ok tho this looks fun. REALLY sorry it took so long… I’m writing this with specific powers in mind, comparing them to the powers Atreus has from the God of War series.

M6 w/ an MC Who Can Transform into Animals and Use Their Abilities

Asra

If you ask him about your relearning of abilities when you came back, he’ll have an entire book of the shenanigans you got up to: picking a fight with the stove salamander, “Which one’s the real Faust?”, “MC, don’t eat that !!”, the list just goes on, and for the sake of old memories, you like reliving some of those moments or maybe tying up loose ends you may have caused. (No wonder why the stove salamander was always so moody around you and your cold eggs).

It was honestly stressful, so you can imagine their relief and confidence in your abilities now. He had little to no worries about leaving you at the shop alone once you got used to them. This, of course, led to the events in the story.

This turns out to be a two sided coin though because they watched you learn and grow your instincts and it only made them want you more. You’re so gifted and special, they are so fascinated with you. Just imagine your adventures with them!

On your adventures, they ask for your help way-finding, gathering, and other useful activities, but sometimes they just like to humor you by asking of you the impossible. “MC, could you take a sniff at the stars? See where we are?”, and that smug grin plastered on his face makes you want to prove them wrong so badly, so you make it up based on the actual knowledge of your location to find your way ahead, and every. single. time. they just tease you, “That’s my lover, alright.”

You had little relations with Aisha and Salim at first, so they didn’t know of your abilities, like AT ALL. So, what does the mysterious and powerful Asra The Magician do? They propose you prank them, of course, and whatever you two did became an inside job for years to come. Aisha and Salim are interested in your powers. They’re powerful magicians too, yes, but you transform with such ease. So easily that you’ve retained the instincts of the animals you can turn into. It’s safe to say they’re reassured of you as a partner for dear Asra.

Julian

You have many opportunities to spook him while he’s working.

What’s that thing behind the ink pot? Oh, it’s you! You’re a mouse. Oh, now you’re a bird. Aww what cute little creature are you going to become now? — AHH A TIGER!!

Of course, he admires your capability to retain some of the animalistic abilities while you’re in human form. He may or may not be secretly super interested in your capabilities, but knows not to pry. He’s just proud of your independent magic.

You make the funny habit of being a part of his costumes/disguises. Now “Julio” has a pet squirrel !!

Secretly loves when you sneak your way to him unexpectedly. He loves surprises if they’re you. Follow him while he’s on an errand and when he comes home, mention something casually about it and he’ll turn around, so certain and wide-eyed like, “YOU were that cat!”, when you were actually the falcon flying overhead.

On the very rare occasion that he is called upon to aid an injured animal, he’ll mention it, but won’t expect you to help. Whether you’re actually knowledgeable about the anatomy of the animal or not, you find ways to help like cleaning or standing guard for their comfort. You might also find you can empathize with them. Tell Julian where not to touch, how he can better handle them, etc.

At the end of the day, he is forever grateful for you. He’ll give you all of his love as a reward…

Portia

Dealing with Pepi constantly interrupting her work was a real pain in her day, so if you’re willing to offer, she’ll be so relieved.

That’s not the bulk of it obviously, Portia loves new things and you’re all new things in one !!

At first, she treats it like a game. “A duck!! Ooh, what about one of those fancy birds in the garden?”, so if you decide to indulge her, she’ll be going about her business on palace grounds and suddenly get an MC wolf jumpscare from the bushes. Every day, she eyes the animals suspiciously, wondering if they’re you.

If you can interact with the animals, you could help her take care of them if you’d like. “Could you pollinate the flowers for me? Pleaseeeee?”

Oh, the delightful jokes of making her hair into a bird’s nest…

If you can get her away from her work, it’ll be easy to have fun. Go for a little shopping trip in town!! It’s a mission to find specific things for good prices, and you succeed every time. Her heart bursts with her love for you when you pick up little things that remind you of her.

Palace gossip is so funny now because she’ll hear one thing, and you’ll hear another thing somewhere else entirely, so you two just end up theorizing in the afternoons. Afternoon tea is now full of even more giggles and incredulous gasps. At this point, you’re pretty sure you’ve collected every backstory in Vesuvia.

Nadia

She’s just happy she can find more ways to provide for you. There is plenty of space in the gardens if you want to roam free or sniff flowers or just take a nice nap in the sun. If you really so wish, she’ll be happy to personally set up a room for your needs.

You surprise her everyday it seems like. Every time she thinks she’s seen it all, you defy her expectations, and it delights her (and potentially startles Chandra).

Speaking of Chandra, depending on what form you’ve taken on, you might want to give her space. She’s fully aware that’s you who just looks like an animal, but she’s very headstrong and instinctual. Even if Nadia has talked to her, she’s still a bit stubborn about it and will only interact with you if you’re in human form.

Of course, there are some exceptions to Chandra’s rule. She’ll be a little more comfortable and friendly if you’re in owl form. She may preen you. Other times, she will step in to protect you if you’re in danger.

When Nadia is in Business Mode, she’ll ask for your input on issues about animals in Vesuvia if you’re comfortable about it. She wants to find ethical solutions for every party in Vesuvia, which includes animals. How can she help the Flooded District while taking care of the fish and other underwater creatures? She honestly might not have even considered this in her plans if she didn’t meet someone with your abilities.

She does not hesitate to ask for your help outside of the palace. She is very confident in your abilities and admires you for them. You have earned high respect from various visiting parties, including the animals.

Muriel

Maybe Muriel doesn’t like humans that much, but he still loves you even if you’re another human he has to trust and talk to and — … Where did this cat come from?

Blinks a few times before letting the crazy catch up to him. “MC…?”

He doesn’t know how to feel about it at first, but then he remembers he literally lives in the forest with all the animals ever. This leads to both relief and worry. Relief because he finds it easier to get settled with you now that he can apply some of his knowledge to take care of you, but worries about letting you roam around in certain forms because how will he be able to protect you?

Inanna literally knows it’s you but still gets startled when you switch in front of her. Some forms make her worried about shoving or stepping on you, but the other ones she’s perfectly fine with. The best way to play with her is switching to a form around the same size as her that can run and/or jump fast. Some days, you just spent hanging out with her, exploring the forest together, and by the time you two come back to Muriel, he’s just happy to have you two back.

Sometimes he gets a little wistfully jealous of the animals that spend so much time with you. He didn’t imagine he could, but it’s more of like, “It’s too quiet. I miss them…”, and, “I want to spend time with them too…” He tries not to let it get to him, but if it’s really bothering at some point, he’ll tell you outright, “I want to be with you”, and proceed to become a bumbling mess of “I mean, AROUND you” and whatnots.

If you incline to spend more time with him, he’ll be so grateful, yet guilty that you’re having to hold back because of him. With enough time and patience, you two would work something out where some days you come home before dinner time and spent the rest of the day with him and leave after he feeds the chickens. Go ahead and pretend you’re one of the chickens!! Show him this can be fun too!

He so badly wants you to be happy. He loves you so.

Lucio

You have GOT to tell or demonstrate this to Lucio as soon as possible or he will try to hunt you for game. If he does try to hunt you and you transform back, he’ll be all over you with the following statements:

“Oh GOD, I’m so sorry MC! Are you okay?!” “That was really cool by the way.”

Once he’s past the awkward part, he has so many questions. How far can you jump? How high can you climb? CAN YOU FLY??? Can you become imaginary creatures?

Whether you can or can’t accomplish these feats, he also has many ideas. You two are journeymen now, and you live day to day off the spoils of your hunts and adventures. He thinks, with your abilities, you two could become much more efficient, and you ask him what he plans to do with the rewards, and he gets all flustered like he doesn’t want to take you on a nice, luxurious date.

When you explain you can use some of your abilities in your present human form, he is silently relieved he won’t have to keep checking if the animals he’s hunting are you. He’s moreso impressed, though. Whenever you tell him something like “it smells like rain”, he asks what it smells like for no particular reason. He just finds it fun to ask about and likes imagining what you’re sensing.

New friend for Mercedes and Melchior !! They’re very perceptive, and have no problems differentiating you from other animals, so when Lucio loses you in a field of bunnies, he can count on them to help out, but occasionally he’ll insist on being able to find you just so he can impress you. It never works in his favor though, and he gets a nasty bunny bite… “I didn’t even know they could bite!!”

[ashipiko]

Pre 2, gen 2 3 8, love 3

LOVING THIS EMOTE RENNY TY for blessing my eyes 🫶

tho it is now ashace hour so. 😳

LOTS OF STUFF UNDER CUT!!! INCLUDES ART

ASK GAME HERE!

PRE-2.) What was their first impression of each other?

“Pfft. Ashi was soooo boring at first— Always ‘Don’t mess around!’ or ‘Riddle’ll have your head for that!’”

“…Was she wrong? Uhhhhh… Anyways!”

Ace found Ashi too similar to Riddle for him 😭😭 which TBH was an exaggeration

he found that she was a party pooper because she would always warn him before he did something stupid, but she was really fun to tease which made up for it <33

“Ace was a meanie, TBH. Like fun, yeah, but kinda annoying too! Though I gotta give it to him, I respect the guts to speak up to his dormhead like that.”

Ashi found Ace annoying too, and unreasonably mean 😔 but she was able to tolerate him, plus he was her only friend (apart from Grim) in the beginning 🫶 She also admired his ability of standing up for himself and others when he recognized something wack

GEN-2.) Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

“A date? Ahh, now that I think about it, I don’t think we really had a FR one? I think our hangouts eventually faded into dates… Besties to lovers, amirite? Haha!”

LIKE ASHI SAID the line between besties and S/O is INCREDIBLY thin between them 😭😭 so they never really had an official first date, but it was probs going out to get tarts or just hanging out in their secret garden at heartslabyul <3

GEN-3.) What was their first kiss like?

“Shhh! Listen, Ashi doesn’t know about this, but… Our first was technically before we started dating. She was fine with it! ...I’m pretty sure? Who the hell even sleeps while leaning on their ‘friend’ like that, huh?! It was bound to happen! W-Well actually, it wasn’t even a real kiss, just on the forehead— Gah! Whatever!”

Ace and Ashi’s first kiss (a kiss on the forehead) happened during Book 5, in the practice room <3 Everyone had gone out in the period where Deuce and Epel left, leaving the two of them alone 😳😳During this while they were doodling in Ashi’s notebook together, she happened to fall asleep on Ace and he just kinda. sat there like 😳

He claims that, “The vibe got a hold of me and then next thing I knew, I tucked her hair behind her ear and freaking!!! KISSED HER ON THE FOREHEAD.” another person claims to have walked in on Ashi waking up and Ace screaming <3

GEN-8.) Who gets jealous easier?

“Ha! You seriously think the guys at NRC have a chance at stealing my girl? Pfft, cmon. They’re all ugly losers! They got no shot! Unlike me~”

ACE 100% LIKE obvs ashi has her jelly moments BUT? she’s a charming pretty and charismatic girl in an all boys highschool of course she’s gon get people crushing on her 24/7 😭😭

not to mention Ashi is Ace’s partner in crime, rival, bestie and girl so he has a LOT to lose w her 😔 def the type to side eye and put his arm around her in attempt to drag her away

LOVE-3.) How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

“Cuddling with Ace is super cozy, actually! It’s always so fun and warm, it never gets old— Eh, is my face heating up?”

SLEEPOVERS EVERY WEEK W THESE TWO (unless it’s a busy week or someone’s overblotted again 😔) I think it just naturally happens whenever they’re both on a couch/bed and watching a movie or playing games together <3 so pretty often for cuddling I’d say

PDA THO..... I think ace would do it purely to flex that “HA I GET BITCHES” and Ashi would also participate despite getting HELLA flustered 😭😭 pre-relationship they already were pretty close physically but when dating they hold hands a LOT more often (like all the time) and just lean into eachother a lot 😳 plus the smoochies

it may happen on accident w/o them acknowledging that it’s PDA tho 😭😭

[ohgodimafraud]

🔥 and 👀 for the ask game ?💗

ahh i let this sit in my inbox for a while bc i didnt have fun answers rlly

🔥 - has a person’s snz ever significantly changed your level of attraction to them? (negatively or positively)

with my ex bf like..my attraction was kinda forced and i think comphet and id be like drunk a lot to cope but i rlly liked his snz and basically just that or being told that i was good at being a gf. so like i guess. i think i really only liked men when the kink was involved. i couldnt really think of other situations sorry anon. i guess one time i was really not into a guy and his snz was bad too and i was like j cringing bc it was someone pursuing me and making me uncomfortable

ig ive been like 👀👀👀 my eyes have been opened w some ppl i know like oh ok yea that was hot tbh but not much past that tbh, i havent had notable obs in a long time

speaking of the eye emojj

👀  - what is the longest sneezing fit you’ve ever witnessed?

tbh ive blocked a bunch of them out for various reasons but one i can think of is when i was in a target changing room and some guy sneezed like 8 times and it was cool bc i couldnt perceive him and he couldnt perceive me yk.

ty for the ask

[weepingdawn]

💿🎼🔊 + anyone!! ^^

heellooo tysm arwa for sending me the ask i appreciate it a lot!!! (^^) :3

💿 - give us a song that fits your f/o's vibe!

going to do this one w/ richter!!! it was SO hard for me to pick one song, but i picked something wild by lindsey stirling!! <3 the song itself brings me great comfort and it's the first song i ever associated with richter...!!! i just love it a lot. :,]

🎼 - give us a song that matches your s/i's vibe!

AHH THIS MAKES ME SO EXCITED TO ANSWER cause i recently made a full playlist for my s/i, so i had lots of fun choosing a song!! i picked careful what you wish for by bad omens!!! ^_^

🔊- does your f/o like loud music?

(going to answer this w/ richter again) yes, actually!!!! :D richter is very much into loud music!! i imagine that if he was ever given a chance to listen to modern music, he would pick something energetic and definitely louder. but i can see him listening to calmer, slower music too. <3

ty again for sending me the ask i really enjoyed answering this! :D

[whitehartlane]

(copy) ahh sorry again for the late response, my week has been good though, ty! :) i hope things lighten up for you soon!! 🫂

mmm, yeah i figured they’d do something a little more classic with him! & definitely w/ it just being 2 pics, that was why i was curious if there might be more photos yet to be released from this shoot (sorry, my wording was weird in the first ask) but i didn’t know how that kind of stuff rolled out. it seems twitter got a hold of the rest (or most of the rest?) of the photos though, so!! the black and white headshot & the one with his hand over his right eye are my favorites of the new photos!!! visually, the shadow of the dip in his throat framed by the shirt collar is so nice ❤️

also, YESSS @ him doing smth like heungmin’s calvin klein shoot that was SO good, i would be really excited to see what a kim hee june photoshoot would turn out like 🥺🥺 i’d love to see a sillier photoshoot especially!

ahh the main reason isn’t anything significant though, it was basically just peer pressure from my friends 😭😭 & yes!! ❤️❤️ wishing them luck for their next cup :) and speaking of! do you plan to watch the womens cup next yr?

also TYY for the reminder abt dramacool!! i always forget that their variety shows get subbed because the past few times ive looked show up they were all raws lol T_T

i just finished the ila episode with heechan in it and wow.. it is the fabien i was thinking of on the cast.. ngl i did not know that french man had actual gigs i thought was just some random friend of that one american expat who does youtube videos 😦😦 also also why did he keep putting the steaming hot pans straight onto his wooden table 😭😭 i was so suprised they didnt comment on that bc it was bringing me to the verge of hysterics fr his poor table… PLUS THE -190 C CYROTHERAPY the way he took his shirt off for it too thats crazy 😱😱

nd yeahh, omg i didnt even think of it in terms of tv personas 😭😭 they do that for sports players too??

MOMMY&ME LESSONS… help !! 😭😭 can’t deny it but that really is such a funny comparison to think of. & yeah i think burberry really depends on the model.. like heungmin has a vibe that fits the clothes they put him in (complimentary) but with some of those luxury brands the styling just feels too mature? also that reminds me i wanted to look for the rest of the photos from seungho’s shoot.. ;; the ones you rb’d look so niiicee 🥺🥺 dazed korea really is so <33.

hi there anon!! hope you’ve been well since the last time we spoke ☺️ things have been busy on my end but mostly okay, sorry for the ULTRA late response 😭

yessss i saw the rest of the pics!! i love the b&w headshot too!! i think guesung just has a rly interesting face and i loooove the closeups of his eyes and his freckles, it’s so pleasing to look at!! the new elle man photos have also been rly nice … i just know the modelling industry is sobbing knowing cho guesung exists and he decided to play football 😭 also your MIND i would LOVE to see him in a kim hee june photoshoot that would be excellent …

helppp i live in germany so i know all about the football peer pressure 😭 and yes i do plan to watch the women’s wc!!! it’s gonna be fun 🫂 also yeah dramacool has most if not all subbed variety shows, i normally watch random raw clips but if i get the time i love sitting down and watching full ila eps especially :)

HEECHAN’S ILA EP BELOVED!!! and help bye wrt fabien 😭 yeah he has actual gigs, he’s also a host on my neighbour charles, he belongs to the group of foreigner comedians in korea who speak korean 😭 (like sam hammington, sam okyere, etc) AND YEAH i was wondering why they didn’t mention him straight up putting his hot utensils on his wooden table like knowing the ila hosts that’s very much a comment they would make 💀 the cryotherapy is so intense i was just like 😦 the life of a footballer is wild … btw idk if they actually have pr training but i would assume so 😭 although considering how many footballers put their whole foot in their mouth in interviews sometimes ig there’s ppl who pay attention and ppl who don’t 💀

YES heungmin is just so stylish like the clothes he wears casually on a personal level are soooo korean street fashion and he looks so good in them!! he does rly well in mature styling too, heungmin just has the essence to pull things like burberry off in a fantastic manner. and yes i love dazed korea … 🫶🏾 hope some of the boys get more deals with them bc i love their photoshoots!!

hope you’re well anon ☺️🫶🏾 sorry again for the looooong overdue response 😭 but thinking of u always!!!

[liminalhymnal]

🌹🌸🌼⭐⚡ for Giorno pls!

Howdy new mutual! (°o°)/

🌹- how they take their ice cream:

I see Giorno as going with plain Vanilla when given basic options, but ultimately Strawberry Cheesecake in a wafflecone with a bit of graham cracker dust on the top would be his go-to every time otherwise.

🌸- how they decorate:

As extra as is his style is fashion-wise, I don't see Giorno going overboard with overly fancy decorations all that much until he gets older tbh. Basically all things considered for someone his age living alone (empty ass college student apartment) but you can tell he's making it his own. There's photos of friends on the walls here and there, framed insects, maybe a few empty cans of tea or water bottles left on the table or windowsills, thrifted quilt blankets on the few pieces of furniture, of course theres plants, definitely has a ladybug-themed bathroom, and he DEFINITELY has the Tiger Poster from Zoobooks fame framed up on his bedroom wall.

🌼- habits:

When he's having a real rough day he may zone out somewhat and start idly scratching at his arms but he normally snaps himself out of it before it starts to hurt. And I can see him having a habit of staring esp when comfortable, like he'll just 👁👁 at someone or something for minutes at a time, thinking about them or maybe just abt what he has to do in a few hours, but it's like when a cat stares at you then slowly blinks.

⭐- misc headcanons:

Takes amazing care of his clothes because his outfit was probably the first big purchase he got to make that was non-essential so ofc he'll put the time into it. He sews all the smaller tears or holes himself should they occur; his hand-stitching is incredibly neat. Will dick with people he doesn't like by taking something of theirs and either keeping it as a Trophy of Spite or turning it into a big spider and putting it on them for their reaction, which is #KingShit. Watches those legit animal rescue vids like that one Youtube channel called A Chick Called Albert and he embraces his humanity. Likes to point out cool lizards when spotted. Can quote memes and other stupid shit, but does it with a serious-face which makes it 10x funnier.

⚡- hobbies:

Look if Giorno is gonna be an allegory for Jesus then you might as well let him enjoy carpentry, take him to Home Depot so he can build a bird house. Also he likes to beekeep, as in he is keeping a hive of live bee's in his apartment but don't worry about it they won't sting or anything unless someone breaks in and you can't prove anything about it thanks to his stand. Don't come in without a warrant lol. Oh. And shrimp.

[radiant-reid]

Could you write a blurb/do you have a blurb about reader telling Spence they’re pregnant? Like with a cute little way of telling him? I am desperate for some fluff w/dad Spence

ahh i love this !! obviously cw: pregnancy

"Okay, spill it," Penelope demands as soon as you get into her office. A simple I need to talk to you text earlier that morning was enough to have her stressing about what possibly could be wrong.

You barely had enough time to put your stuff down before she was almost pouncing on you.

"Okay, but it's big news." You warn, dragging it out a little for your own fun. She nods eagarly, more patient than you would have expected. "I'm pregnant." You confess.

Her eyes light up and the screams are almost immediate, loud enough to probably cause alarm as she jumps up and hugs you. The excitement is exactly what you need and it's the reaction you hope Spencer has. "Oh my gosh! I am just so excited! Does he know yet?" She questions.

"Uh, well, no." You answer. "I need your help for that bit."

"Oh, I have so many ideas." She says, urging you to sit down next to her while she pulls up a pre-made Pinterest board. When you look at her suspiciously, she explains. "You've been married for 3 years, I've been waiting some time."

You chuckle at her, shaking your head. "Okay, crazy, show me."

~

Of Penelope's 11 serious suggestions, you pick the one that seems the most Spencer, and that day you leave earlier than you need to for the doctor's office so you can get what you need.

"Hey, how are you?" Spencer calls out when he enters the apartment if the locked door sound is anything to go by.

"In the lounge." You announce, tying the bow on your gift.

He walks in with a smile, pulling you into an arm. "Missed you." He mumbles into your hair while he holds you.

"Aw, I missed you too." You coo, pulling back to cup his cheeks and kiss him for those four missed hours. "So much so that I actually got you a present."

Spencer frowns a little, letting go of you so you can grab it from the couch. When you hand over the black converse box, he only frowns deeper. "What's this?" He asks.

"Well, look inside it." You urge, almost bouncing up and down with how eager you are.

Still a little confused, he undoes the bow, eyes darting between you and the box. You watch as he picks up the tiny little black converse and processes what you're alluding to.

"These will be way too small for Henry." He realizes and you can see the thoughts running through his head. "Unless JJ has another...wait, you?!"

"Mhm." You nod, and a whole extra second passes before he has fully processed the news and is throwing the box on the floor and wrapping you in his arms.

When you finally pull away after a few moments, he has tears running down his cheeks and the biggest grin on his face. "Oh my god, we're going to be parents."

[meowzfordayz]

(standard) driving

Author’s Note: continuing the theme of 🚗driving🚙… (traffic — car and traffic — motorcycle).

(standard) driving

Hashibira Inosuke x Reader, Kamado Tanjirou x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~2,400

CW: mild sexual content

~faqs~

Hii hello hiya I’m a snob who knows how to drive a standard (aka a stick shift aka a manual transmission) 😇😂

Inspo to write this blossomed while driving makes sense lmao

Fun fact !! I learned how to shift gears in a dream !! ⚙️

Ik, Ik that sounds like a lie, but hear me out !!

Until this dream, I understood the technicality of shifting (like, how it ~works), but couldn’t figure out the perfect balance between gas and clutch (basically, if you use too much of one or the other at the wrong time, then your car shuts off lololol)

Similar to how you can follow a recipe, but that doesn’t mean your final product will look/taste like the photo in the cookbook 

But in my dream, I had the awesome immunity of being in a dream, so I was just… driving a standard ?????

Also, I have vivid dreams 😅

The next time I drove a standard, I only shut off (aka “stalled”) the car twice !! 🥳

Beforehand, I essentially couldn’t drive through an intersection w/o stalling oopsie

P.S. I live in the US where standard cars are relatively uncommon

Def just doesn’t get it

Until he gets it

If that makes sense?

You clench your jaw every time he stalls your engine

Bc Inosuke Hashibira you will buy me a new car if you wreck my baby 😡

He doesn’t need to learn how to drive a standard

But he wants to, and it’s highkey impossible to refuse the man when he whines and whines and whines until you cave

Also becomes super clingy

Which would be cute if you weren’t aware of his ulterior motive

Tbf, you’re not against him learning in general

You’re just dismayed that it has to be w/ your car

“I made it around the block!” Inosuke exclaims, turning to you for a high five as he pulls into your quaint parking spot

“Yes, yes you did.”

You know you should be more supportive, buuut you’re also unsure if stalling around the block counts as making it around the block 😬

—Stalling typically creates slight forward movement

“I want a reward,” Inosuke smirks, chest puffing

You raise an unimpressed eyebrow as he taps his cheek

“A kiss from milady?”

You lean over, quickly pecking his cheek, throwing in a pinch to his earlobe for good measure

“AHH!” *cue dramatic flailing* “Assaulting the driver is dangerous [y/n]!”

“We literally aren’t even moving,” you deadpan

“Well, I could change that!” Inosuke shifts into reverse, determined to get revenge for your mischief

Moments later, and he’s stalled a few feet from his original position

“Did you feel at least a little threatened?” he asks hopefully

—THIS IS ALL A JOKE OFC, BC YOU BOTH KNOW HE CAN’T DRIVE A STANDARD FOR SHIT 😝

—No horseplay when actually driving pls and ty 

“Nope.”

“I need another reward,” he pouts

“You need to park my car,” you retort, “This is torture, and I’m hungry.”

Inosuke snorts

Shoots you a long, long, lonnng glare

Aaand does exactly as you asked

Bc

He wants to be able to continue practicing w/ your car which means not irritating you too much

He’s hungry too

He’s impatient af

He’s whipped teehee

Like, guess how long that entire practice sesh was

Maaaybe 10 mins ??

Part of the reason you’ve entertained his “lessons” for so long is bc they themselves don’t last very long 🤫

If he ever figures it out (it being how to drive a standard)

He ~eventually does

Then you’ll certainly be proud of him

Miiight even let him drive your car solo every so often

But he’s far, far, far away from earning that reward

Ohmygosh poor Tanjirou would try his absolute hardest 🥺

Like, he’d read all the wiki pgs

Watch all the YouTube vids

Mime out the movements in his spare time

But bby, that can’t prepare you for the real deal

Ofc, he already has his license, so he doesn’t need to know how to drive a standard

But you’re just so fricking cool, and he wants to be like you 😎

When he asks you to teach him, you immediately agree bc: why not ?? He’s a decent/responsible automatic driver 

Plus, nothing like bonding while teaching someone to drive… riiight?

—Raise your hand if you’ve ever cried while learning to drive 😶

—My hand is raised btw

So you drive out to a secluded, large parking lot together

And let him give it a go !!

—I mean, there’s really no other way to start ??

—It drives #pun intended me crazy how when learning to drive—automatic AND standard—you just kinda go from verbal/visual/written instructions to… suddenly you’re in the driver’s seat… driving ?!

It takes him 3 mins to start the car

Which, 3 mins isn’t necessarily a long time

But yanno how long it usually takes to start a car?

Maaaybe 3 secs ??

“Tan, babe, you’ve gotta push the clutch all the way down.”

“[y/n],” he swears he’s not gritting his teeth, he swears, “I am pushing the clutch all the way down.”

You can’t help the giggle that escapes you, winking at him as you quip, “Ah, yes, and that’s why I’ve heard the engine start.”

Your patient, beautiful, intelligent Tan growls

“THIS IS HARD.”

You burst out laughing, short, sharp gasps as your nose crinkles amusedly, mostly bc you know he isn’t frustrated w/ you

“Not helping,” he mutters, rolling his eyes as he jabs his foot at the clutch again, “See! It’s all the-”

*insert engine turning on noises here, bc I’ve no idea how to onomatopoeia an engine hah*

“You did it!” you beam #pun intended, “Now, don’t take your fo-”

The engine stalls

“I took my foot off,” Tanjirou mumbles sheepishly

You pat his shoulder kindly, rubbing condoling circles into his cotton shirt, “Yeah, you did.”

“How long did it take you to feel safe driving a standard?”

“A couple months?” you shrug, “I didn’t practice regularly.”

“Can we practice regularly?” Tanjirou asks, almost shyly, aware of boring this must be for you

“Hm… teaching-you-to-drive-stick dates instead of normal dates?” you poke his cheek playfully

He catches your hand, an anxious gesture, brushing his mouth against your knuckles, a stutter of vulnerability in his stare as he glances over at you

“I promise to take you on the best date,” he murmurs, “When I’m able to drive us there, in your car.”

“Any date with you is the best date,” your tone softens, lungs constricting at the hidden confession—fear—in his statement, “And babe, I choose to be here,” you squeeze his thumb, bringing it to your lips, pecking it gently, “I choose to be with you.”

“I choose you too,” he whispers, bracing himself as he lowers his foot to the clutch once more, “YOU BETTER PURR.”

🤭

Miraculously, you hear the engine purr rev

…

You’re panicking now, bc-

What if he ends up associating shouting at your car w/ it cooperating ????? 😳

Not to create any discourse

#unpopular opinion

But I lowkey hc Kyojuro to just never quite grasp driving a standard 👀

I don’t hc him to be idiotic !!

Lmao

But driving a standard isn’t for everyone

And it’s def not for him

There’s an ease and convenience to driving an automatic

Not to call Kyojuro lazy

—I swear all this trash talk is accidental 😭

—I ❤️‍🔥 Kyojuro very, very much

But he just doesn’t understand the necessity of learning to drive a standard

That, or he’s ashamed that he can’t figure it out 🙃

“Are you suuure?” you bat your eyelashes at him, dangling your keys cheerfully

“[y/n],” he smiles widely, shaking his head slightly at your enthusiasm, “I am sure. I have yet to run into a situation where I desperately found myself wishing I knew how to drive a standard.”

You grunt, displeased with his response, shoving your keys unceremoniously into your pocket

“Ah, love, you know it is not personal.”

“I know,” you nod matter-of-factly, “But I just feel badly knowing you’re missing out on so much fun!”

He laughs, heartily, at your brazen attempt to ~manipulate him

“There is not much fun in struggling to turn on your car, to drive your car, to stop your car, and to park your car,” he shudders exaggeratedly, “And I cannot fathom starting on an uphill.”

—Briefly recall: “perfect balance between gas and clutch (basically, if you use too much of one or the other at the wrong time, then your car shuts off lololol)”

—It’s muuuch harder to achieve that perfect balance when starting on an uphill

“You just need practice,” you grin, reaching for his shirt’s buttons

“Love…” he’s guarded and intrigued

“M’cuddling,” you declare, nose nestling into his clavicle as you press yourself against him, one hand clutching #pun intended his shirt, the other draped loosely around his waist

“You do not give up that quickly,” he mutters in suspicion, even as his arms follow suit, snug on your hips as he tucks you into his chest

“Well, I give up,” his muscles muffle your defeat, your eyes closing as he scratches softly along your waistband

“I apologize, love.”

Kyojuro’s adamant about his reluctance to drive a standard

But he does feel guilty for rejecting your excitement

After all, you don’t badger him ~too often

“No need,” you pat his shoulder adoringly, “I’m sorry for being pushy.”

“You are never pushy,” he states firmly, his fingers pausing, gripping, at your hips, “I appreciate your determination and positive intent.”

“But not enough to give it another try?” you hold your breath, hopeful

Hope that plummets as fondness rumbles in the hollow of Kyojuro’s throat

“Not even close to enough,” he pinches your side teasingly, eyes narrowing in delight at your yelp

“You’re being meeean,” you whine, beginning to regret your decision to willingly surrender yourself into his embrace

“And you love me,” he slips a warm hand under your jaw, tilting your bright stare to meet his affection

“Yeah,” you’re breathless, eyes dropping to his tender mouth, faint smirk curving your own, “Despite your fatal flaw.”

Kyojuro devours any further quips, content to have a fatal flaw, his lips familiar, demanding, of sweet mint and delectable oak—at home against yours

So what if he can’t drive a standard?

He gets to love you

And be loved by you

Which, in his opinion

Is beyond enough

You’re super excited to teach your darling Sanemi how to drive a standard !!

Like, I’m so awesome!

Bc so often you feel like only he’s teaching you

Not that you mind !!

You’re curious, lively, eager 😌

And he appreciates your patience, ambition, stubbornness

Reminds him of himself when he’s not being/feeling grumpy

But just as it’s nice to give and take in relationships

You’d like to teach him a bit more too, a sense of falling behind soaked into your proud demeanor

Thing is…

He’s suspiciously good at it ??

“it” being driving a standard

Sanemi’s not really a car geek, and he promised he’s never driven a standard before

Sooooo why are you such a freaking natural? you bite back a grumble as he turns on your car w/o any difficulty

“Where should we go?” he asks, his fingers wrapped gracefully around your steering wheel like it’s his car

“How about try and pull out of the driveway first?” you smile encouragingly, your palm resting steady on his thigh, “Let me know if you’d like me to explain the clutch and the-” gas again

You’re interrupted by the smooth reverse of your car out of the driveway, Sanemi smiling fondly at you

“Um. Do I need gas?” you practically squeak, sudden bitterness tightening your throat

“You do,” Sanemi chuckles, “Gas station it is.”

As he drives to the end of the street, blinker on to turn right, you stare blankly out the windshield, your fingernails digging unknowingly into his thigh

You’re baffled, hurt, seething

And desperately trying—failing—to conceal your churning emotions

Sanemi doesn’t comment tho, knowing you’ll communicate when you’re ready

“Don’t get out,” he murmurs gently as you arrive at the gas station

A soft gesture

He’s offering to pay for your ⛽️

“Fine. I won’t,” you’re sharper than intended, the tension in your jaw practically screaming Whatever

You notice, and ignore, his quirked eyebrow

Just as he notices, and ignores, your silence during the entire drive home

…

“That went well!” Sanemi smiles casually, handing you your keys

You refuse to move, feet glued to the passenger floor mat

He reaches to caress your jaw, intending to massage it lightly, loosen some of its tautness

You flinch

He sighs

A quiet noise

A wordless What’s going on?

“I just wanted to teach you something.”

Nonono

You’re horrified by how shaky, needy, insecure your voice is, your eyes fixated miserably on your lap as your fingers clench in embarrassment

“What do you mean?”

The sincerity of his tone only compounds the guilt aching in your skull

You open your door, legs swinging out, shoes scraping against the brittle pavement 

“[y/n],” he frowns faintly at your abruptness, still sitting in the driver’s seat

“Clearly, you already know how to drive a standard.”

You see the moment the dots connect for him: in the unbearable tenderness that smooths his expression, how he hurriedly opens his own door, is beside you in an instant

“I know how to drive a motorcycle,” he admits apologetically, crouching to your eye level, tentative hands cupping your jaw

—... most motorcycles use manual transmissions 😆

He exhales raggedly, warm concern tempered by cool relief in his eyes as you nuzzle into his touch

“You suck,” you mumble

“I know, I know,” Sanemi smiles wryly, “But you don’t,” his index finger presses to your lips, intimately shushing your protest, “I do learn from you, [y/n]. I mean,” he scowls playfully, “Look at me. I’m squishy,” he swallows thickly, stroking your cheekbones, fingertips almost trembling, “Because of you. I’m a better man.”

He isn’t exactly a wordsmith

But squishy conveys the perfect degree of reassurance, vulnerability, intimacy

Sanemi is squishy

With you

He’s calmer

More prone to laughter

A giver

He just hopes you realize, eventually, gradually, through the years

Because he’s planning on forever

With you

How much he receives—from you—in return

That he wouldn’t, couldn’t, fall in love with someone he didn’t respect, admire, trust

As his equal​

[zuluc]

@kookieyachi​ requested: i hate to be that one person but i doubt they'll increase the rate but imma try my best & start saving for zhongli & childe 😼🤚 anYWAY-, i was wondering if u could write another diluc x reader whr they're in a secret relationship (only kaeya knew somehow-) & one of the mcs & paimon heard rumours of diluc having a s/o & decide to follow him, to see him gg on a date w the reader or summ,,, hope its not too confusing haha🥺💖

pairing: diluc x gn!reader

style & genre: written; fluff

warnings: none

notes: i meant rng rates those screw me over when it matters but i hope we get good ones when their banners come in, i wish the best of luck to everyone pulling may we get our dream teams; THIS IS CUTE ty for all your requests you know what’s good 😪😪

the mc in this is aether because i love aether

“I hear someone has Master Diluc’s heart!”

“Is that so?”

“Aw, man! I wanted him...”

It’s been the talk of the town for longer than he expected and wanted it to be: Diluc’s love life. He was always the private one and never shared anything about his personal life so it was only natural that no one, minus Kaeya it seemed, had a clue as to who took Mondstadt’s most wanted bachelor.

“Are they sure he’s even with someone? Isn’t it just a rumor?” Paimon asks her travel companion as they make their way into the tavern for a late night drink. The pair had travelled back to the town for a few days and while walking through they listened in on what the townspeople were gossiping about this time around.

“Not sure, he doesn’t seem like the type. Why not ask him, Paimon?” 

Paimon flies in front of his face and places her hands on her hips, “You don’t just ask him! He’s so secretive and... and well just that! Also, Paimon thinks he’d just avoid the question.”

“You won’t know it’ll work if you never try.” Aether suggests and opens the door to the tavern. He himself actually wanted to know the truth to those rumors because, well think about it, it’s Diluc and any information that made him seem more emotional than he let on was interesting. He steps inside, seeing the people inside drinking and laughing. They all greet him with their cheerful, yet drunk replies, and Diluc nods his head in acknowledgement. 

“Welcome back. What’ll it be for tonight?” He asks them. Aether places his drink order and Paimon hovers over the bartender with a judging look on her face. Convenient that he is working tonight. He raises a brow, “Can I help you?”

“U-Uh,” she turns her attention to Aether who simply looks back at her and sips his apple cider vinegar, a look of you’re on your own for this one on his face. “Have you heard what’s being said around Mondstadt, Master Diluc?” She asks in a way to slowly lead into the main question. Diluc picks up a glass and shakes his head, turning around to place the item on one of the shelves. 

“I’ve never paid attention to gossip if that’s what you’re referring to. And like I’ve said before,” he eyes the emergency ration suspiciously, “I don’t dwell on idle chat.” Those words, while they weren’t intended to be as cold as they sounded, prevented Paimon from pressing on. She pouts while flying, but her gaze lands on his hands. They are void of his usual gloves and Diluc wore them even while working. She brushes it off as a useless observation and the door of the tavern opens. 

“Evening!” Charles greets them. He waves a hand to Diluc who finishes the last of the glasses he is cleaning, silently thanking the bartender for taking the rest of his shift. He walks out the back and Paimon floats up.

“Does he have something else to do? He usually stays for the rest of the night.” She questions Charles who shakes his head in amusement.

“He must be working hard,” Charles comments, “or maybe taking some time for himself.” Paimon perks up at what he says and she looks at Aether. The traveller finishes his drink and narrows his eyes at her.

“What?” He barely gets another word in before she is rushing out the door. “Paimon!” He places mora on the counter and bids Charles a good night before following her. The door swings open and Aether is met with Paimon flying in front of his face.

“We’ll follow him!” She states confidently, a glint in her eyes.

Aether stares at her blankly. “Uh, why?” Again, she doesn’t give him an answer when she sees a flash of red hair behind his head. They keep quiet and hide behind the stone building when they see Diluc look side to side, almost catching them in his sight.

“He’s definitely going somewhere!” She is much more invested in this than Aether thought, but his own curiosity was overpowering the possibility of getting caught by the pyro user as well. He wordlessly agrees and they quietly tread behind him through Mondstadt, hiding behind every pole and wall whenever they thought he believed someone was following him.

Minutes into their mission Aether catches sight of the Knight of Favonius building and his suspicions are raised. Diluc wouldn’t be caught dead near this place, what more just by walking by it? He stops at the side and Aether tugs his hovering companion away from Diluc’s line of sight when it opens, a familiar person stepping out.

“It’s--!”

“Honorary Knight!” Huffman interrupts Paimon’s exclamation as he rushes to the both of them. “Would you be able to help us out near Windrise? Quite a lot of slimes showed up and the other knights are preoccupied with their own missions. I know you just got back but...”

“We’re good!” Another knight shows up, running to them, “Captain Kaeya helped us out!” Aether looks back and forth between then before looking at the door. It seems that the person and Diluc had already left. 

“Ah, I see. Sorry to intrude on your evening.” Huffman excuses himself and leaves with the other knight. Paimon flies towards the empty stairs, floating around premises as if looking for clues.

“Paimon saw y/n! Do you think they’re together?” She questions. 

“Isn’t that too much of an assumption?” Paimon floats to Aether’s face with mock anger on her features. “Maybe they could just be well-acquainted.”

“Let’s just see who’s right then! I bet...” she places a finger to her chin, “...5000 mora!”

“You don’t even carry mora.”

--

The commissions burned you out but you are more than happy to see what awaits you after you leave the building. Bidding Jean goodbye, you settle into your coat and push the doors open. He’s standing there waiting like he said he would and you notice there is no one around, though you had an inkling that someone was watching you. You are broken out of your thoughts when Diluc’s warm hand cups your face. He was initiating more touches after becoming comfortable in your relationship, so you felt happy that he could do so outside though with no one to see.

To you, it was hard to believe that you managed to attract him in the first place, considering his many suitresses, but despite that he insisted that it was you he was after.

“Something the matter?” He asks gently, removing his hand when he could hear steps behind him. You shake your head and smile at him causing his heart to warm at the sight. “Good, shall we?”

Your dates aren’t like the usual ones. You walk around the sides of Mondstadt when everyone is asleep as you both share what has gone on in your day. Sometimes, you even take a stroll outside the city and sit under the large tree in Windrise, watching the stars twinkle. Going on many secret rendezvous were fun and brought an excitement and mystery to both of your lives when they occured. 

But even so, sometimes you wondered what it would be like if the townspeople knew. 

Diluc never explicitly mentioned that he wanted the whole town to know and you both came to the conclusion that keeping your relationship from the public would be beneficial. He was known to be aloof yet protective of Mondstadt. He had a reputation to uphold and the enemies would otherwise have vital information to his weaknesses if they came to know of your connection.

You know he loves you, he tells you every night before you have to part until you see each other the next day. And any doubt in your mind is gone when your hand is held tightly in his.

--

“Paimon, we’ve been following them for too long. They’re just talking.” Aether felt uncomfortable doing what they were doing and spying on the both of you. He watches the both of you engage in a regualr conversation. After losing sight of you at the Knights of Favonious building they glided around trying to track you both. He couldn’t see that your hands were intertwined due to how your coat concealed it. 

“Ahh! Fine, we should go rest,” Paimon says defeatedly, “Paimon can’t believe she lost 5000 mora!” Aether rolls his eyes and jumps down from the roof to head to a nearby inn. The streets are quiet but there are audible footsteps from their right as they move through the houses.

“Hey, it’s nice to see you back in town.” Kaeya greets him with the usual lilt to his voice. “Why are you two still up?”

“We were following Master Diluc because we think he’s seeing someone!” Paimon really has no shame, does she? Aether thinks to himself and he looks up at the Cavalry Captain when the latter lets out a light chuckle. 

“What an interesting activity... I do hope you find your answer,” Kaeya nods his head to direct it behind them. Aether and Paimon follow his direction and see the two they had been trailing for the past hours. “Good night.”

“I almost forgot!” The duo’s ears perk at the sound of your voice. You and Diluc are at the front of your home and their eyes widen at the sight of your hand in his. You reach into your coat pocket to pull out his gloves, “You left them here.”

“Thank you,” Diluc replies, lifting the hand he held to his lips and kissing the back. “Good night, my love.”

“Good night, Diluc.” The smile on your face is ever radiant and he leans down for his kiss. You oblige but pull away to lean closer to his ear, “It seems that we have company.” Your hold leaves him and you open your door, disappearing inside. Diluc turns his head and sees the shocked faces of the traveller and ration. 

“Paimon wins.”

[kyouxa]

Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Shin Tsukinami (Story 11+CG)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! If you enjoy these translations, please consider supporting me on ko-fi.

Monologue

We sneaked into Violet’s mansion, aiming for the chance that Carla-san and his members had gone out.

In the end, we were discovered by none other than Carla-san himself though.

Thanks to Shin-kun’s quick wittedness, we managed to successfully get away behind his back.

However, Shin-kun has injured himself during that time.

Shin-kun said that it’s not a big deal for him and that there’s no need for me to worry, yet I can’t help but be concerned about his current condition.

Place: Outside — Forest

Yui: (It seems that Carla-san hasn’t been chasing after us for a long time since that happened)

(I wonder, Kino-kun hasn’t come back either, since he’s scouting around the area. But is it really okay for me not to worry about him as well?)

(Thanks to that though, we’re able to rest by an open-air fire in the forest all by ourselves)

Looks as if Kino-kun’s not coming back from scouting any time soon, don’t you think?

Shin: He said he’d be looking around each of the three mansions, so it might really take some time after all, right?

Yui: True...

Shin: ...Kch

Yui: ...Nn! Shin-kun, does your injured leg hurt a lot?

(It must’ve happened when he kicked the chandelier. So he said he was fine, but at the end he isn’t)

Shin: It’s nothing too trivial, seriously.

Yui: But you’re still bleeding… at least let me bind something around it for the sake of stopping it.

*Yui rips clothes*

Shin: Wait! What are you doing without warning!?

Yui: I’m tearing my clothes in order to make a bandage for you. It’ll be fine, it’s just the inner fabric so you can’t tell from the outside that I tore it.

Anyway, now I can finally stop the bleeding.

Shin: Hah… you’re really something...

Yui: ...Hm, Shin-kun. Show me your injured foot.

*Shin shows his foot*

Shin: ...Nn…

Yui: It might hurt a little, but please be patient about it. If I don’t tie it strongly enough, the bleeding won’t stop after all.

Shin: ...Ngh

Yui: Ah, I’m sorry… ! This might’ve been a bit too strong.

Shin: No, it’s fine like this… thank you.

Yui: For the time being, let’s rest now. It would be bad if the wound stretched itself even more dreadfully.

Shin: …..

Yui: (Why’s he so quiet… ? He’s looking at me pretty firmly…)

Shin-kun? What’s wrong? Don’t tell me… ! Did it open one of your weak points even more… !?

Shin: No, that’s not it.

Yui: ….. ?

Yui: ...Eh! Hey, Shin-kun!?

(W-What’s he doing... ? He suddenly hugged me)

Shin: If you want to take care of it… I’d appreciate your blood.

Yui: ...Nn.

(Could it be… that he’s behaving like a spoiled child again? I’m pretty sure he’s acting like this because of him being mentally tired of his injury and worrying about Carla-san)

Shin: That guy isn’t around right now anyway, so it’s okay to stay like this for a while, right?

Yui: (It’s rare for Shin-kun to ask me directly like this, so let’s maybe spoil him right here)

Okay… sure.

Shin: Nn, thanks.

I’m somehow really worn-out today. I just want to touch you even more.

Yui: You can hold me until you’re satisfied, Shin-kun.

Shin: Ah… it feels so good to hold you in my arms like this...

Yui: Shin-kun…

Shin: When I embrace you as closely as I do right now, I always feel so calm. Almost as if you’re exceptionally good at this.

Yui: Heh, you think so? I don’t know about that myself.

Shin: You’ll see what I mean eventually. For now, I’m glad I’m the only one to know. Besides, if I teased you about it, I’d surely provoke an interesting reaction out of you.

Yui: ...Nn! Eh, Shin-kun, where are you touching!? Stop it, it’s tickling me.

Shin: Kuku, I knew it. I can see your body move alongside where I traced the side of your torso nicely, isn’t that right?

Yui: Ah, that’s natural! Anyone who’d touch someone else there would react with it being ticklish and stuff!

Shin: No, you’re the only one who’s as sensitive as that. I already smell the sweet blood coming from your skin just from that.

Haa… seriously, you need to put an end to that. Otherwise I might end up unintentionally getting all crazy about it.

Say… could I suck some if it’s okay? It’ll be useless even if you do end up saying “no”.

Yui: Fine… but only take as much as necessary, okay… ?

♡Roses♡

Shin’s mouth: This really is the best! It’s such a pain to resist and forcibly hold myself back, but it feels so good to get a proper look at your face while sucking now.

Shin’s arm: When it’s just the two of us, without our companion making fun of us, I can finally stop feeling irritated in our relationship.

Shin: Kuku. I don’t hate it when you’re being as obedient as that. Nn… Mm… Nn… !

Yui: Nn… !

Shin: ...Haa… Nn… Mm...

Yui: Shin… kun… Nn, does it feel good… ?

Shin: Haa… yes… it’s still as good as always. Your blood really is the best after all.

The more excited you get about it, the sweeter and richer your blood becomes as well. Nn… Mm… Mm...

Yui: Ah… Nn...

Shin: See, your voice is giving off nice hints too. Why not let me hear how much you’re really feeling it? Mm...

Yui: Ah… !

Shin: Mm… Haa… you really got a dreamy face on. Seems as if you really do love my fangs a lot, right?

Yui: T-That’s not even… true...

(But… I don’t have any power anymore either...)

Kino: Hm?

Yui: Kyaaa!!

Shin: Tch… obviously you had to come in at the best point.

Kino: How annoying. You two let others work their ass off while you were doing what exactly if I might ask?

Yui: N-N-N-Nothing! W-Welcome back, Kino-kun! We were really worried about you and almost got tired of waiting.

Kino: It didn’t seem like nothing happened though. Your face is all red, but what’s the matter? Your eyes are moist and your breath is rising as well, am I right?

Yui: (Uhh… by the way Kino-kun’s talking… he must’ve surely seen us. I’m so very embarrassed and I want to hide so badly…)

Kino: You don’t have to hide yourself now. You’re not the most honest person, hm?

Tell me, are you two in a relationship with another?

Yui: (Kino-kun is definitely enjoying himself right now…)

Choices

1) We’re nothing (black)

2) It’s a secret (white)♡ ♡ ♡

— We’re nothing

Yui: We’re nothing at all, really… ! All I did was check whether or not his injury needs internal medicine...

Kino: What was that? That excuse must’ve been painful to handle.

Don’t you realize that the more you deny it, the more suspicious you get?

Yui: Uhh…

Shin: Haa, the secrets out. You’re seriously one of the worst people when it comes to lying to others.

Yui: S-Sorry…

Shin: Doesn’t matter. We don’t have to necessarily hide our relationship from him anymore now.

— It’s a secret♡

Yui: I-It’s a secret between Shin-kun and I, only the both of us… !

Kino: Eh, why? You’re being unfair. Why am I the only one in the group not involved… ?

Yui: Um…

Shin: Yui, it’s fine. We should probably tell this guy sooner or later anyway.

end Choices

Shin: Kino, I’ll tell you now since it’s the perfect opportunity, so listen. This woman belongs to none other than myself.

It’s best to be clear here for the sake of you not trying any childish pranks or even worse  trying to make a move on her.

Kino: ’Kay, not that I bother. I only want to know more about the detailed beginning of your love and such.

Shin: Hah? Who are you to ask me if I could inform you about how we worked out together?

Kino: Aight, let’s go back to that abandoned house now. It looks like they haven’t found it yet, so it’s safer there than being here.

To be honest, I can’t tell if a member of any family is pursuing me or us as we talk right now either. But we should move as soon as possible.

Yui: (Pursuers, hm…)

Shin: You’re probably right. Every mansion has their own trollers unexpectedly turn up. I’m sure they’re looking for us with a bloody eye.

Yui: (Carla-san and Ruki-kun are looking for us… just thinking about it makes me feel scared)

Shin: Yui, what’s with the face you’re making? Are you okay?

Yui: Y-Yes, I’m fine.

But to be honest, I have to admit that I do get scared thinking of how everyone is chasing and looking after us.

Actually, it’s kind of different… I just want to find a way to get everything back to when it all was normal.

Shin: ...Geez. You’re being scared and just exaggerating everything again. Well, it’s not unreasonable to feel scared though.

You’ll always be by my side in any case. So there’s no need to worry. I’ll always protect you no matter what.

Yui: Yes, that’s true. Shin-kun will always be there with me. Thank you!

Kino: C’mon, hurry up, both of you.

Yui: (Technically there really is no reason for me to feel scared. After all, Shin-kun’s always next to me. I have to do my best for this as well!)

Place: Abandoned house — Inside

Yui: ...Zzz…

Shin: (She’s a really soundly sleeper…)

(I assume you’re tired from always worrying about me and dealing with this guy as well, isn’t that right?)

(It’s always the same tiresome thing with this guy. I have to be careful not to worry too much about him myself—)

Kino: Ahh~, she’s an extreme sound sleeper. I wonder if the strategy was too much for a girl like her?

Shin: Shouldn’t you rather say that this is the fault of your useless breaking into houses here and there? You’re the one continuously making us feel nervous.

Kino: Eh, am I? I’m just playing around a bit, that’s all.

Shin: It didn’t seem like you just “ordinarily” played around.

Kino: —Leaving that aside, don’t you think it’s slowly time for you to hear me out as well?

Shin: About what?

Kino: Al-righ-ty.

How far is your relationship with her? Don’t leave any details, tell me.

Shin: What? Why do you want to know? You know I already told you that I’m not telling you anything.

Kino: I thought you’re simply not telling me anything interesting about it as long as she’s awake.

And now you can technically say things that you usually can’t say, right? So, do you really like that girl?

Shin: ...Shut up! Why would I tell you something like that?

It shouldn’t matter to you if I like her or not. I don’t even understand what you mean anyway.

Kino: This doesn’t have anything to do with any “meaning”. I’m just interested in hearing those kinds of stories from others.

...Hey, I need you to tell me. I want to know what attracted or fascinated you in this woman whatsoever.

Shin: What? You got seriously all of the sudden for that?

Kino: As for this, I’ll be completely serious. When I see you two, I think you do look nice together.

Shin: Huh? Are you feeling sick? You’re acting sort of weird.

Kino: “I’m acting weird”, he said. That’s really mean, y’know?

At the very beginning, I just wanted to use you both for my own benefits.

Shin: ...Heh, is that so? We already knew you must’ve had some ulterior motive.

Kino: But that’s not the case anymore now, y’know? You wouldn’t have suddenly put your trust into me after all.

Shin: Well, more or less. I was only wondering if you really could be of any use for us anyway.

Kino: And even though both of us suspected each other, we somehow joined hands. But—

I didn’t think it would be as much fun as it is when we three are together like this, which makes this game kind of enjoyable for the first time. Also—

You didn’t abandon me when I was at a clear disadvantage while being cornered by Carla from the Violet family.

That made me really happy. I really felt that way.

Shin: …..

Kino: That’s why I want to understand. Until now I didn’t think I needed that feeling, but welp, it’s not that I hate it.

So is that what it means to cooperate with friends? I don’t know yet.

Shin: ...I guess.

Kino: …..

Shin: …..

Kino: Hold on, why are you all quiet now? You’re making this awkward, man. At least say something.

Shin: Me too… I also think I just learned that recently.

Kino: Eh?

Shin: I’m a founder, and my ancestors were absolute in the past.

No-one was ever allowed to go against them. Moreover, those who didn’t obey them were beaten mercilessly.

Anybody and everybody was beating me. But there was a guy who surpassed him over me being injured.

Kino: You mean...

Shin: Yes, it was my brother.

No matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t ever surpass my brother and that’s why I’ll never become the founder’s king.

I was so annoyed and frustrated by that fact, yet I couldn’t ever admit or recognize that.

Because of that, I wasn’t able to see through my own stupidity and never showed actual respect to my elder brother.

Kino: ...Yeah, I get that feeling. Ever since the moment I was born, I never felt anything other than regret. I never knew what to do and cried a lot as well.

I only wanted for someone to recognize my existence. And just like that, I’ve been continuously searching for the meaning of my existence...

Shin: Kino… don’t tell me you—

*Kino stays silent*

Kino: ...I’m fine with it, wanna continue?

Shin: ...Well, even if I was trying my hardest, it felt as if nothing I did helped me bear the burdens on my shoulders.

But when I met this guy, I was actually able to face my problem properly. I finally understood something I wanted.

And thanks to realizing that, I actually noticed the greatness of my brother now. All that thanks to that one guy.

Kino: Hmm… So does that mean you understand it now? The fact that you can’t surpass your brother, I mean.

Shin: No, that’s not really what I tried to get across the table with what I said...

In other words, I became aware how narrowed my field of vision used to be.

Therefore I’m really worried about my brother.

Kino: Heh. I’m glad you understood whatever you’re confident about now.

Shin: Before we escaped the Violet mansion some time ago, I left a letter for him to read there.

I hope this might give him a chance of somehow restoring his memory. Even if it might not make any sense to him.

I really want him to regain his memory as quickly as possible again, but that’s all I can do for now. I don’t think I’d be up to do that task straight away anyway…

*Kino stays silent*

Kino: At least you're doing whatever you’re able to right now.

Shin: Yes, I guess you could say so.

Kino: …..

Shin: ……

Kino: ...Well, if you’re leaving it as it is, he has to come back to you someday, right? So don’t feel too depressed about it.

Shin: Wait, what happened to your attitude? You were serious just a second ago.

Kino: Because I’m pretty sure he’ll remember and then come back to you. If I believe in that, you’ll do too, right?

Shin: ...Nn!

Kino: So don’t think too much about it. Let’s take a rest for today in preparation for what’s gonna happen tomorrow. I’m going to sleep now, good night.

Shin: Eh?

Kino: Zz… Zz…

Shin: —And he’s asleep already.

The chance of him coming back, hm… ? I really hope he will.

(But I do feel a little bit lighter all of the sudden now)

(When we first joined hands with each other I thought he’d only be a pretty troublesome person…)

(And despite that, maybe Kino and I could get unexpectedly along with each other)

[stuckonmain]

Anemoia (Over the Garden Wall x Fem! reader) Pt.4

I was not having a good time. The morning had started out all right, with (Y/N) saying my poems were good, Beatrice getting off my back, and Greg having fun singing silly songs.

Then (Y/N) flipped out at me- I’m flattered that she cares about my safety, but still. Being yelled at for something that went perfectly fine kinda hurts. I mean, she apologized, like immediately, but it was shocking in the moment.

But we resolved that quick enough. The real problems came when we left the schoolhouse. About an hour after leaving, we were hit by a storm. My cloak was warm, but it didn’t have a hood. So I was soaked. Beatrice got by because (Y/N) let her ride in her satchel, but (Y/N) was soaked too. It was like the world was warning us that if we continued forward, we’d regret it.

And regret it I do. There’s another THUNK as I’m thrown forward into a stack of hay. I looked across the tiny cart to Greg, who’s positioned at an angle where he can see outside.

“Gr-Greg,” I say, my voice came out all weird and garbled from being tossed up and down.

“Ha-as it st-t-top-ped ra-ining y-yet?!” If it has, then we can go out and walk instead of staying dry in this dumb cart.

“I-I’m pret-t-ty s-sure this dr-driver is cra-a-ay-yzy.” (Y/N) says, looking almost sick. I doubt I look any better, based on how much I feel like throwing up.

There’s a distant yell of ‘THE BEAST IS UPON US!’, not unlike all the other times the driver has screamed tonight.

“Greg, i-is the-ere a be-e-east outside?” I doubt it, but safety first.

“Mmm, I found a duck. Do-do yo-o-u kno-w-w ho-w-w to make eggs from a duck? I’m hungry.”

“Yes, but what about the beast?”

“I didn't see a beast.”

Beatrice pops her head out of (Y/N)’s satchel. “Yeesh, this driver is nuts! He’s totally taken us off course!”

“Mmm, nuts..”

(Y/N) frowns. “Extra walking, or rain, which is worse?”

“Well we won’t have a choice with this guy acting all bananas!” Beatrice snaps.

“Mmm...banana nut duck bread.” Smiles Greg.

There’s a flash of lightning. The cart comes to an abrupt halt, throwing our group outside.

I pull myself out of the mud, and consider offering (Y/N) a hand- it’d be nice of me, and (Y/N) is cool, but maybe it’s too forward? Maybe she’ll think I’m weird? Maybe- I realize that I unconsciously stuck my hand out when I feel wet fingers grab mine.

“Thanks.” (Y/N) mutters. (Is she purposefully not meeting my eyes? Ugh, socializing is hard.)

“Ah, finally some good luck. Let’s go to this creepy old tavern and ask for directions.” Says Beatrice from her perch on (Y/N)’s shoulder.

“But..it’s creepy.” I say uncomfortably. “Why don’t you guys go inside and ask for directions, and I’ll just wait out- No, wait, I don’t want to be out here by myself. How about you guys-”

“C’mon, Wirt. We’ll stick together, okay?” (Y/N)’s expression is a cross between empathy and annoyance.

“Um...okay..”

“Taverns have food, usually, right?” asks Greg.

“Yeah, most of the time they do..things are a bit weird here though, so..”

*******

I look around the tavern. It’s got distinctly colonial architecture and interior design, and for a second, I’m back in the sixth grade being led around colonial Williamsburg. That was when I discovered my love for interior design, as I realized that if the interior design there made it feel like we were really in the 1770s, then it follows that a good design can basically take you anywhere you want. But the only place I wanted to be right now was away from the tavern.

The tavern had patrons of all sorts, all with clothing that matched the colonial style of the building. My time travel theory has some merit, I guess.

“Hey there, peach-pot!”

I jump back, taken by surprise. The tavern keeper was talking to me. Why me…(Y/N) is right there..ugh.

“Whatcha doing around- Hey, what’s that bird you got there?!”

“It’s our-”

“I am Beatrice! These three sweet kids and I got a bit lost in the-AHH!” Beatrice ducked behind my shoulder as the tavern keeper tried to hit her with a broom.

“NO BIRDS ALLOWED IN MY TAVERN!” She waves the broom again. “It’s a bad omen when a bluebird enters through your door, it’s bad luck!”

“Lady, bluebirds are good luck! We bring joy and happiness-” WHACK! “AHH! CURSE YOU, LADY! CURSE YOU! YOU'LL DIE SOMEDAY, AND I'LL

LAUGH -- LAUGH! BWAHAHAHA!”

But she only gets the broom waved at her more aggressively.

“Forget this, I’m out of here. (Y/N), you and Greg- and Wirt I guess- you get the directions.” She flys out the window.

I scowl. ‘And Wirt I guess’. Hmph. Sure I’m nervous, but so is (Y/N)..I think. Maybe I am just an incompetent nrevous wreak- no, no. I’ve got us this far, right? That has to count for something...or was it all (Y/N) and Beatrice? It wasn’t...was it? The woodsman said that Greg’s mistakes were my responsibility, so does that make it all my fault? I mean, no, it’s not my fault that Greg ruins things, or at least I didn’t think it was...but the woodsman said...but I’m not Greg’s dad, so why should I take the blame? Why do I keep getting blamed? God, why can’t I just be Jason Funderberker? Jason Funderberker would probably know what to do right now….like (Y/N), Greg, and Beatrice. They don’t get confused or nervous.

“Who are you three anyway, bringin’ bad luck to my tavern?” Asks the tavern keeper.

“I’m Wirt, this is Gregory, and that’s (Y/N).”

She nods impatiently. “That’s great, but who are you?”

I look to (Y/N) for help, only to find she's been pulled away by a couple of women who are muttering things like ‘young love’ and ‘courting’. Huh, I guess they want to set her up with someone. Poor (Y/N)- I’d help if I weren’t pre-occupied.

What am I? I don’t know..I... What am I.. I don’t know! I also don’t know what they want me to say.

“I’m...Wirt. I’m-I’m just a guy, I guess. Umm, what do you mean?”

“ Well, he’s the butcher...there’s the baker...the midwife...the master and apprentice...he’s the tailor, and I’m the tavern keeper. Who are you?”

“I-I don’t know. I don’t really like labels. I’m just sort of, like, myself, you know?”

“Maybe he’s simple.” Says the butcher.

“N-no! No, I’m just lost. See, w-we’re trying to get to-”

“I’m the highwayman.” Says a creepy guy nearby, interrupting me.

“Uh, good to know. Well, so you see-”

“I’m the highwayman. I work with my hands…” He starts to sing an eerie song. I sigh and slump down next to Greg at the table.

*******

“Uh, excuse me sir,” I begin, trying to see if this random patron will know anything about Adelaide.

“Do you possibly know the way to-I mean the directions to..well her name is-”

“Oh, I know what you’re after!” Says the old man, in a jovial Santa Clause-esqe manner.

I relx, relieved. Thank goodness.

“No, you’re most certainly not the witless simple-minded fool everyone takes you for!”

“Everyone thinks I’m-”

“You’re the young lover! You’re looking for directions into your Juliet’s heart! You’re after her!” He points across the room to (Y/N).

“And who could blame you? She’s the prettiest girl I’ve seen in a long time, there’ll be much competition for that one indeed…”

“Oh, no- I didn’t mean-”

“Well, here’s what you do. Write a loving letter boy, with sweeps and swoops and curls! Calligrapher is just the thing to help you win your girl. Then you’ll need to dress up smart, our tailors here by chance…”

He continues, and I stare uncomfortably. I mean, I don’t think I...like (Y/N) like that..and she's right there across the tavern...She’ll notice soon, and she’ll think I like her, and then her and Beatrice will run off leaving me wandering the woods with Greg forever…….

‘You left me!’

‘Not in a million years! You’re just unobservant.’

Right. No she won’t, (Y/N) will understand. She says I’m cool. She says that liking cassette tapes is very...me, whatever that means. (Y/N) is cool, she knows what she’s talking about. And she cares about me, platonically, I mean she flipped out when I put myself in danger. She won’t abandon me, at least not until we’re back home. That’s..that’s good.

“Uh, sir, that’s not what I-” I attempt.

“ ...and what a merry time we’ll have upon your wedding day!” He cuts me off again.

I try to ignore him and just locate (Y/N).

Ah, there she is- what in the world are they-

(Y/N) is at the other side of the tavern. Her hair has been combed through, with a ratty ‘veil’ shoved haphazardly on her head. It looks like it’s about to fall off, but the combed teeth of it are tangled in tightly. Her cloak hangs from a chair, discarded by the excited tavern patrons. But the most jarring thing about the scene is her expression: Her lips are curled into a snarl, her nose is wrinkled, and her eyes are burning with anger. She looks like Athena, ready and willing to turn everyone here into spiders.

And yet no one bats an eye.

I ran towards her, worried. Maybe we should go…

Someone grabs the collar of my cloak, and suddenly I’m hoisted into the air. I writhe around to see what’s happening, and suddenly I’m on sharp shoulders and hands. Out of the corner of my eye I see (Y/N) ripping the veil thing off and running towards me.

“Sing your love song, young lover!” Yells someone.

“No, (Y/N) isn’t-”

“Yeah lover, sing!”

“I don’t-guys, guys-” My protests are listless and are followed up by a chorus of “Sing lover, sing! Sing lover, sing!”

THUMP. Yet again today, I’m thrown onto the ground. I pull myself up and take in all the staring faces. Maybe they’ll listen if it’s in song. But...but I can’t really sing. Well, here goes nothing.

“OhHhh...My name is Wirt and his name is Greg, we’re related because my mom remarried and then gave birth to him with my stepdad!” The band tries to play along, but I can’t sing so there’s no melody to play along to. I sigh.

“And that’s (Y/N), she’s not my girlfriend, but she’s still really...cOol…” My voice cracks.

Maybe I can..improve this.. I walk towards the band.

“We’re not from around here.”

I try to make the musicians switch instruments.

Uh, bad, it’s worse-

“Can you all give me, some directiooons today, so we can be on our-” (I pause to take a breath) “WaaaAAaAy?”

“That ain’t no love song,” Says the butcher aggressively.

“It’s a metaphor.” Sobs the tailor.

Uh, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do-everyone's staring…

I stumble and fall again, and as I get back up I’m hit with a head rush.

“Hey!” says someone, but in the chaos I’m not sure who.

“Wirt!” They pull me forward by the front of my cloak.

“Wha-What?” I feel dazed and light-headed. I...when did I last sleep? Who’s grabbing my shoulders?

“Dude! You’re-you’re not okay...uhh..”

“Hey, (Y/N).? Someone..tell her I don’t feel very good...” I say weakly, and the next thing I know I’m on the ground staring up at a black and white blur.

“Wirt! You okay?”

“I-what happened?”

“You just-collapsed!”

My vision clears as my head stops pounding. The people are yelling and crowding around me, and I’m backed into a corner. (Y/N) and Greg are in front of me, looking scared.

“Yeah, I feel sick..” But as I speak, it fades away.

“We can step outside for a moment, get some fresh air…” (Y/N) suggests as she helps me up.

“Nah, I’ll be..fine. I’ve just..walked for a while, that’s all. We’ve been traveling, y'know..” I try to play it off confidently, hiding how mortified I felt. Or trying to hide, that is.

“Traveling...I know who you are!” says the tavern keeper as I regain my bearings.

“You-you do?”

“You’re the pilgrim!”

“What, like the...the guys who eat turkey and cranberry sauce?”

“No, a pilgrim! A traveler on a sacred journey!”

Someone else nods excitedly, adding, “You're the ruler of your own destiny!”

“The hero of your own story!”

“Tell us your tales, pilgrim!”

“Of your glorious triumph!”

Hey, they….they like me!

“Of your challenges!”

“Of your damsel!”

“Yes, tell us of your damsel, pilgrim!”

“Regale us with your travels!”

Greg smiles. “One time, Wirt fell on a gorilla!

I unhook a lantern from the wall in preparation for the next part.

“Oh, and I found this helpful woodsman who told us what direction to go to avoid the beast.” I swing the lantern dramatically as I speak. The crowd goes silent.

Woah, is this how it feels to be intimidating? Heh, I could get used to this!

“The beast?”

“Oh, goodness…”

There’s a bunch of murmuring, and my confidence wavers.

“Oh, you guys know the beast, too?”

“We all know the beast, pilgrim. He lurks out there in the Unknown, seeking those who are far from home, hoping never to let you return.

ooh-ooh, better beware

ooh-ooh, the beast is out there

ooh-ooh, better be wise and

don't believe his lies!

For once your will begins to spoil

he'll turn you to a tree of oil

and use you in his lantern for

to burn!”

“Lantern? The woodsman carried the lantern…” (Y/N) said, trailing off as her eyes glazed over, probably pondering the scenario as if we’re in some mystery show.

“Damsel, he who carries the dark lantern must be the beast.”

“What? No, the woodsman's a good guy. He warned us of the beast and told us which direction to go to

avoid him.” I cut in.

“And now you're more lost than ever, huh?”

“Yeah, but…”

“Oh, yeah. Can you give us some directions? Our friend Beatrice is trying to take us to Adelaide of the pasture, the good woman of the woods.” Says (Y/N), snapping out of her thoughts.

I nod. “She can help us get home.”

“You don't need directions Pilgrim, you follow that compass inside your heart.” says the apprentice.

“Uh… no, I think we need directions.”

And then there’s a scream in the distance. Beatrice!

“Go save your friend and get yourself home!” says the tavern keeper, smiling, followed by a chorus of cheers and encouragement.

“Pilgrim!”

“You got it!”

(Y/N grabs my arm. “C’mon, let's go.” her voice drops to a whisper as she adds, “The rain is much better than these madmen.”

I sigh. “Okay, so we’re doing this.”

*******

The rain beats down on us, somehow even harder than before. I was pretending I knew how to ride a horse. Greg sits between (Y/N) and I, telling her rock facts.

“Beatrice!” I yell.

“Look, another one of those trees…” (Y/N) continues talking, but her voice gets drowned out by the rain.

“Halt!” a figure looms in the darkness. A figure with an axe. There’s a gasp behind me, and I feel my face pale.

“It's you!” (Y/N) shrieks.

“Hey, Mr. Woodsman!” Greg waves.

“I told you to leave these woods!” He growls.

The light falls on a tree. My heart drops. Beatrice.

“Beatrice!” (Y/N) lurches forward, and in the dim light and rain I can’t tell if she's horrified or furious.

“You're turning her into an edelwood tree!” She jumps off of the horse. (Y/N), no, NO! I watch pathetically, frozen with fear. She glares up towards the woodsman, and despite being at least a foot shorter, seems almost scarier than he is.

“You were the beast all along.” (Y/N) snarls. The lantern light dances over her face, making her eyes glow.

“Greg, get Beatrice!” I manage to choke out.

(Y/N) kicks the woodsman in the shin, and in his daze, I somehow get my hands on his axe.

“What are you doing?!” Cries the woodsman. “Children, the beast is upon you! Agh!” I shove him back with the axe. I freeze as I see a taller, darker figure in the distance. The woodsman is not the beast.

“Get Greg and Beatrice onto the horse, (Y/N)-” I say, trying to stay strong.

Uh, uh, what now, what do I do. Why’d (Y/N) fight the woodsman like that, she said-now's not the time, not now not now. Uh, uh-

I chuck the axe towards the figure impulsively, and as he dodges it I hop onto the horse. (Y/N) pulls the reins, and we’re off.

*******

This time (Y/N) is at the front, and Greg is in the back. I’m tired, and just ran out of adrenaline, but the only way to sleep is to lean on (Y/N) or crush Greg, and neither seem like particularly good options.

We’d been riding silently for about ten minutes when I noticed Greg slump towards me, fast asleep.

“So.” Says (Y/N), without looking back. “I hate that tavern.”

“Huh, I kinda liked it.” I say, absentmindedly. “At the end, at least.”

“It was overwhelming. No one listened to anything I- well, anything we said. And they touched us without invitation, brushing my hair, taking my cloak…”

“Making me sing?”

“Yeah, exactly like that! I mean, Wirt, you fainted. That place was stressful.”

“Ugh, that felt weird. Really embarrassing, too.”

“Yeah...well, you handled it well. Quite clever of you, to blame it on the long journey.”

She thinks I’m...clever?

“I like the titles they gave us, well, mine.” I say, shrugging.

“Hmph. You got a cool title, of course you liked it. I got ‘damsel’!”

“Well you are a girl, a ‘damsel’- you’re just not in distress. You can be, like, the damsel of being badass. I dunno.”

“Ha, yeah, I sorta like that! Needs better wording though.”

“Hmm. The Grim Damsel.”

“Ahh, curses! The nickname returns!” She chuckles. We rode in silence for a moment, before I remembered something that was bothering me.

“Hey, (Y/N), remember what you said yesterday about not diving into dangerous situations impulsively?”

“Uh, yeah?” She turns to meet my eyes briefly. I frown.

“Learn to take your own advice! I mean, well, I-I know how you felt now.”

She winced. “Sorry. You’re-well, you’re right.”

I am?!

“I am a hypocrite, huh, telling you not to do dangerous things and then fighting the woodsman without a second thought...”

“Yeah, a bit. But I get that too. And now I feel bad about yesterday because it is terrifying, you were right. It’s- well, I thought you’d get hurt, and I wouldn’t be able to save you-” I accidentally cut myself off with a yawn.

“Oh, are you tired?” Asks (Y/N), changing the subject.

“Uh, yeah..I guess so,”

“So sleep! We have time.”

“I- I, uh...am I allowed to- y’know-”

“Lean on me?”

“Uhm...yes?” I try not to blush. Touching people is...not something I’m used to.

“Go ahead. Just...don’t overthink it.”

“Okay…”

As I close my eyes, she murmurs, “Goodnight, Kitty.”

Looks like she’s sticking with that nickname.

*******

“Beatrice! You’re up!” I hear (Y/N) shriek. “You all right?” She adds.

“Yeah, I just-I saw a weird shadow and then stupidly flew into a tree and got knocked out.” Beatrice said, rolling her eyes.

“Well, we're all right now.” I say, looking around. It's still dark out, and we’re approaching a mansion. The horse is walking at a fairly slow pace.

“Wirt was amazing! He sang a song, rode a horse, and he and (Y/N) saved you from the axe guy! He's the pilgrim!” I blush at Greg’s praise.

“That's all well and good, but you were supposed to get directions.” Says Beatrice, unimpressed as always.

“Oh, it turns out we did. I just got directions from Fred before you guys woke up.” Says (Y/N) nonchalantly.

“Who?”

“Wirt, Beatrice, meet Fred the talking horse.”

“Nice to horse your acquaintance.” says..Fred, apparently. I guess I’m not too surprised anymore.

“You can talk?!” Says Beatrice. (As if she isn’t a talking bird.)

“Right, well supposedly this mansion up ahead belongs to some crazy rich guy? Fred says that he may or may not give us shelter for the night, so...that’s where we’re headed.”

*******

Author's note: I'm not crazy about this chapter...there isn't a lot of (Y/N) action because this episode is important to Wirt's character, but maybe it's boring? Like re-watching the episode but with more drama and less gorgeous visuals...I dunno. I hope it's good.

[thenovelartist]

Burned Beginnings, Chapter 4

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10. Tutoring

When Marinette entered the bakery to help Adrien complete the handfuls upon handfuls of special orders, he could tell she was on a mission. He really liked the strong set of her posture and determined glint in her eye whenever she got that way, which meant he’d have trouble ignoring that distraction and keeping on top of the schedule.

“So,” she began, turning her fiery look towards him. “I think I’ve made a decision.”

Adrien raised a brow. “What?”

“About the fashion world.”

“You have my attention.” After all, she’d been researching non-stop for over a month, now. He’d seen how much it was wearing on her. At the moment, she looked revitalized.

“I need you to be my own private tutor for a moment.”

Adrien couldn’t help but grin like a cat that got the cream. He sauntered up to her, striking his best pose. “Oh? Just what am I gonna be teaching you, milady? And is this really the place for it?”

Marinette’s expression fell flatter than a crepe. “Adrien.”

“Hint taken,” he said, straightening himself up. “What am I teaching you?”

“I want every story you have to tell,” she said. “You may not have been a designer, but you first hand witnessed your father’s fashion empire and were involved in several different sides of it. I want to know your own personal experience with everything. Good, bad, ugly, right, wrong; I want to know.”

His mouth set in a hard line. “I… I wouldn’t mind it,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “But fair warning: I’m biased.”

“That’s what I want to know, too,” she said. “The fashion industry is extremely competitive. And from the data I’ve seen, there’s plenty of people who go in with high hopes, only to get chewed up and spit out. What are your dark secrets? What am I actually looking forward to if I go in?”

Adrien frowned. He had plenty of stories to tell, that wasn’t the issue. What was the problem was the likelihood they’d discourage her from pursuing fashion any further. And if she did end up wanting to go into fashion, he didn’t want to crush any hope she currently held.

But looking at her now, he realized he wouldn’t be able to tell her no. She had a determination in her eyes that was both sexy and frightening. That look warned that she was on the verge of a decision, and whatever she chose would be ultimate and final.

Part of him loved that fire in her, and part of him wished he had half the gumption she did.

“Okay,” he relented. “But before I do, can you promise me that you’re not basing everything off what I say? That it will only add to all the other research you’ve done.”

She nodded resolutely. “Promise.”

He sighed. “Well,” he said, giving her a sheepish smile. “Guess the question now is where do I even begin?”

 11. Truth or Dare

Marinette had come to her decision, and no one would sway her from it.

The tales Adrien had told her were mostly along the lines of what she expected, while there were others that more strongly leaned towards “that’s pretty good,” and still others that crossed into “that’s really bad” territory.

So, after that evening, the question she had faced herself with was not “could I handle this?” but rather “do I want to do this?” and “do all the potential benefits out way all the negative?”

But really, that brought her back to “what do I even want out of life?” because her answer changed everything…

Which make her realize that maybe she wasn’t so resolute in her decision after all.

She was almost nineteen. By now, most of her classmates had plans for the future they were all pursuing. She had thought she’d had plans, but when they all crumbled beneath her feet, she found herself lost, wondering around the Land of What-Do-I-Do-Now?

“Marinette!”

With a squeak, she practically leapt five feet into the air at the sudden voice right beside her. When she realized it was Adrien, she leaned against the bakery table with a heavy sigh. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Someone was lost in thought.”

“Yeah! And the last thing you do when someone is lost in thought is purposefully surprise them by suddenly appearing right beside them. Jerk!” With a hint of a smile, she took some of the flour on the table and flicked it at him, knowing that if she did, he’d wipe that apologetic look of his face and loosen up a bit.

“Hey!” He turned away, but not quick enough. Flour dusted his perfect jawbone and perfect collar bone and perfectly fitted t-shirt. But it was the perfect smile that he wore that made the rest of the heaviness she felt on her shoulders disappear, even if only for a moment.

“Don’t do that again,” she warned, her voice not really holding any bite in it.

“No promises,” he said with a chuckle, dusting the flour off him. “That was a pretty cute squeak, princess.”

She just sighed. There was no getting him off the name by now so she’d just learned to roll with it. “I am not cute! I am fierce.”

“Yeah, like a little fluffy Papillion.”

She gasped, flicking even more flour at him. He laughed again.

“Is the bread in the oven yet, Marinette?” her father called out, bringing her back to reality.

“Almost!” she cried, quickly hurrying to score the tops of the loaves on the last pan before hurriedly sticking all the pans she’d made in the oven. “Done!”

“Thank you.” That was when her papa reappeared. “The fridge is clean now, so I’m off.”

“And I’m on,” Adrien said with a grin. “There’s only a couple special orders to handle tonight, right?”

“Yup. You’ll finish those in a flash.”

Adrien beamed. “Perfect. Got to love when my days are easy.”

Her papa chuckled. “Can’t disagree with you there. Being a baker is more fun when you don’t have too large an order burden.”

“Exactly,” Adrien agreed, already tying on his apron.

After Marinette saw her papa off, leaving just her and Adrien in the kitchen, he sidled up to her. “Let’s play a game.”

She quirked a brow at him. He looked way too mischievous at the moment. “You just got on shift, and you want to play a game?”

He was positively beaming. “Yup.”

Although she shook her head, she didn’t mind it. She enjoyed running shifts with Adrien or just hanging out with him in general. But she knew that if they started up, she was the one who’d have to keep them on track for the night. “Start in on something first. Unless you wanna be here all night.”

“Point taken.” Immediately, Adrien set to work weighing ingredients and then mixing up a dough.

“So,” he said as he worked. “Truth or dare.”

Marinette dropped the bench scraper in her hand, less out of shock and more out of annoyance, as she shot him an incredulous look. “Are you kidding me?”

“No.”

“You want to play truth or dare? Now?”

“Yup. Just for a couple rounds.”

Little red flags went up in Marinette’s mind as she studied the overly happy blond. “Why?”

“Because I want to. Now! Truth or dare?”

She should shut this down before they got into trouble, but she had the feeling he’d tease her for it if she did. And she was not going to give him the chance. “Which one do you want me to pick?”

Adrien turned to study her a moment. “Dare.”

“Truth, then,” she countered with a grin.

“Yes!” He pumped his fist in the air. “I was banking on that.”

This time, she almost did drop the bench scraper out of shock. “What?”

“I know you,” he twittered, grinning like the idiot he was. “I know you. You weren’t going to give me the satisfaction of picking what I wanted; you never do. So, I just played you like the cheap fiddle you are.”

Marinette tried to look offended. She really did. But it was hard when her cute, idiot coworker was doing a happy dance. That, and she rather enjoyed this banter they always had. “Excuse you, who are you calling a cheap fiddle?”

“You, princess.”

“Oh really? The kazoo is calling me a cheap fiddle.”

“Kazoo?”

“Kazoo.”

He pantomimed being stabbed through the heart, and while he tried to keep the smile off his face, she could tell he was struggling. “Ahh, the ice princess is so cold. The light is fading. Limbs. Growing. Cold.”

She failed suppressing a laugh, turning and hiding her growing grin behind her hand. He was such a dork.

Adrien seemed to pull himself together, laughing along with her as he went back to measuring more ingredients. “Okay, okay. Back to the topic at hand.”

Marinette calmed herself, but her smile refused to budge. “Okay, you were asking me truth.”

Adrien came to stand right across from her. He reached across the table, grabbing her hands and pulling them closer. Her smile was gone now, and so was Adrien’s, as their combined hands rested in the middle of the table. “Scale of one to ten, how much do you trust me?”

Her cheeks and neck and chest flushed red as she stared into his green eyes. “W… what brought that on?”

His grasp on her hands tightened. “I just want to know.”

That was a lie. Or, at least only a half truth. He had a different reason for asking that specific question. She knew it. She could tell. Eight months of working together, and she’d come to be able to read this man like a book.

When had they gotten so close?

She took a breath to clear her mind. She’d probe him later, or maybe their little game would give her the answer she was looking for in that regard. But for now, she quietly responded, “A solid 8.5.”

Adrien paused, taking in those words before slowly nodding. “8.5,” he murmured. “I’ll take it.”

With that, he pulled his hands away. Marinette felt the loss immediately, but there wasn’t anything she was willing to do to make them come back. Not yet, anyway.

And would her heart calm down already? The way it was racing made it hard to think.

“Truth or dare?” she asked, voice quiet.

“Truth,” he answered.

“How many secrets would you say you’re hiding from me right now?”

A loaded question, Marinette knew. But she just had a feeling, an inkling, that she knew the exact number. One for what he was hiding now, and one… if he had feelings for her.

It wasn’t the first time that thought had popped into her mind. She’d had her suspicions for a while now that his flirty banter wasn’t just out of good, playful fun. And maybe she was reading into it too much, but she felt like he’d been more… touchy with her lately. A fist pound here, a pat on the shoulder here, a playfully light punch to the arm in the heat of their teasing; things like that. And if not touching, then he seemed to like being close. And and and…

And was she wrong, or did when he ask her ‘truth’, he purposefully make it that intimate?

Do you like me, Adrien? Or am I jumping to a conclusion?

And to I like you in return? Or am I mistaking our friendship for something more?

Because I don’t want to hurt you. And I don’t want to get hurt by you.

But…

It might be too late for that.

“Like…” Adrien began after a moment’s pause. “Define secret.”

“Something that you do not, in the near future, intend to tell me or would be comfortable in telling me.”

Adrien pursed his lips. “How will you know I’m being honest about the number?”

“I trust you 8.5 out of ten, right?” she softly reminded. “A number that can go up or down at any time.”

That got Adrien to wince. “Yeah,” he murmured.

There was a long pause, one Marinette wasn’t sure he was going to break.

“How far is ‘near future’?” he finally asked.

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah, it does.”

She paused. “Then answer how many secrets are on the line here.”

“Only one.”

“Only one?”

“Something I am not comfortable telling you or don’t intend to tell you in the near future, per your words, yes. Only one.”

Her brows knit together. Only one? Which meant… either the thing he was hiding now or the feelings. It was one or the other, but not both. “So…” she said, trying to hide her disappointment. “Are you saying that you intend to tell me this sometime in the future? But don’t know when in the future that will be?”

His brow knit together nervously, before he played it off with a warbly smile. “I’m pretty sure I answered my truth, already, princess.”

She frowned. Technically, he did, in an odd, roundabout way that somehow left her with more questions than answers. “Fine. How about we just drop this already?”

Part of her didn’t want to drop it. Part of her wanted to be able to pull another truth out of him. She wanted… needed to know which secret he was hiding. But she wasn’t sure her heart could handle it if it wasn’t the secret she wanted it to be.

“One more round,” he quickly begged.

Marinette quirked a brow but surrendered without fuss. “Fine. Dare. What are you gonna make me do now?”

He grinned. “I was hoping for that.”

“Why?”

He stopped the mixer, then came over to her and once again leaned in close. “I dare you… to come to New York with me.”

Marinette was frozen. She blinked her eyes several times, and her tongue felt glued to the roof of her mouth.

Eventually, she found the words to say. “I’m sorry, repeat that?”

 12. Seatmates

It had been a month since Adrien had gotten the pleasure of surprising Marinette with a trip to New York.

After Marinette had asked him for his stories of the fashion world, Adrien had been so worried that she’d walked away with the determination to surrender her former dreams, and that made him feel too guilty to handle. So, breaking the unspoken vote of confidence she’d placed in him, he’d talked to her parents.

He hadn’t divulged everything, just the bare essentials necessary to get them to understand. Mr. Dupain had seemed surprised, but the information didn’t seem to have caught Mrs. Cheng off guard. It made more sense when she admitted she’d been suspecting something was up for a while, and this had confirmed it.

So Adrien had told them what he wanted to do: give Marinette’s dreams one last encouraging push by taking her to fashion week. His original plan had been for it to be Paris’ fashion week, but he’d been keeping tabs on Chloe and her whereabouts as well as taking into account that Marinette had been barred from several Parisian schools. If she wanted school to be a reality, she wouldn’t be in Paris, meaning it might be beneficial to take her outside the country. It would give her the chance her to explore and stretch her wings in a way staying inside France would not allow.

With her parents’ blessings on the idea, Adrien had started planning. And then had come the fun part of surprising her with it.

The roller-coaster of emotions she’d gone on after his dare had been a joy to watch. Disbelief to doubt to shock to excitement. She’d been so expressive that Adrien had found himself falling even harder. And when she’d agreed to let him take her to New York—which took no small amount of convincing—he’d been over the moon.

However, there was one thing about that day he couldn’t forget. Mostly because it hung of his head. Marinette had only remembered by the end of her shift that she still had one last round of truth or dare.

“Dare,” he’d answered. It was only fair.

She’d seemed relieved almost at that. And with her words, he understood why. “I dare you to let me save my dare for another time.”

After recalling the way she’d tortured him by cashing in her last favor by making him clean out the deep, dark crannies of the freezer and storage room, he had been hesitant about this one. Even if she had repaid him for that torture with the best dinner he’d eaten in months, he still couldn’t forget the devious sparkles in her eyes as she cashed in that favor. It made him worried for just what kind of dare she would make him do.

Hopefully it wouldn’t be too bad. After all, he was taking her to New York. She wouldn’t be cruel, would she?

Quietly, he scoffed. No, this was Marinette. She could be downright devious if she wanted to and make him think he was okay with it.

A weight on his shoulder called him out of his reverie. They’d been watching a new anime he’d downloaded on his computer for the plane ride. When they started, Marinette had seemed intent on watching it, but at the moment, it seemed his seatmate was too tired to keep it up.

“Hey,” he whispered, gently shaking his shoulder.

She took an earbud out but didn’t look up. “Hmm?”

“Do you want to just watch this later and sleep now?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Okay.” He paused the anime, then shut his computer screen.

Marinette shifted just enough to take out her earbuds, but then she was back to leaning against his shoulder. “This okay?” she asked, her groggy voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s fine,” he assured even though his heart protested. It was a little too okay with him. “Get some sleep.”

With one last hum, Marinette fully settled against his side, and within a little while, she was out.

Adrien sighed, leaning his head against Marinette’s.

“Truth or dare?” she asked, voice quiet.

“Truth,” he answered, going back to the mixer to turn it off.

“How many secrets would you say you’re hiding from me right now?”

He let his eyes drift closed at the memory. If only he had the courage to go for it. But this was the girl he considered to be his closest friend, and he wasn’t ready to take that plunge quite yet.

I really like you.

If she didn’t feel the same, he was sure they could go back to almost normal in time, but there would always be that rift.

A small, bitter smile suddenly crossed his lips. Here he was, trying to encourage her to follow her dreams or at least press forward to take a chance, and he was too much a coward to take his own advice.

What a hypocrite.

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Event request for a Ty Lee fluff alphabet, thanks!

Ahh, the most precious girl! <3 Such an adorable bean and so full of love!

Fluff Alphabet: Ty Lee

A-   Activities: How do they spend their time with their s/o?

Honestly, Ty Lee loves to do whatever her s/o likes to do! However, she does prefer being out and about; one of her favorite things to do with her s/o is go out on the town, whether they’re shopping, seeing a show, attending a festival, or just meandering around! She’s such an energetic girl, so she loves to be in high-energy places. That being said, she’s happy just spending time with the person she adores!

B- Body: What does this character appreciate about their s/o? What part of their body are they most proud of, and in reverse, what body part are they ashamed of and how do they respond to their s/o gushing over it?

Ty Lee loves everything about her s/o, but she likes their face most of all. She loves to rest her hands on their cheeks or pinch them; loves to gaze into their eyes; loves to nuzzle noses and give forehead kisses! To her, it just encapsulates everything she loves about them! 

Ty Lee isn’t really self-conscious about her body, so she isn’t really ashamed of anything. But she’s still a bit modest, so she gets blushy when her s/o compliments anything about her! It sends her over the moon!

C- Cuddles: Is this character a cuddler? What is their favorite way to cuddle?

Oh, Ty Lee is very much a cuddler! Her favorite way to cuddle is curled up in her s/o’s lap, her arms wrapped around their neck and her head snuggled into them. She just loves the closeness and the warmth. 

D- Dreams: How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Ty Lee wants to travel the world again, this time freed from Azula’s control. She wants to see the sights! After getting her fill and satiating her wanderlust, she’d like to settle down in a big city and have a family. She wants children, but not too many; she grew up in such a large family that individuality was lost, and she doesn’t want to do that to her children. One or two will be plenty!

E- Equivalence: Is this character the dominant force in the relationship, are they passive, or is the relationship more or less even?

Ty Lee is strategically passive, meaning that she knows how to avoid conflict without necessarily rolling over. She stays calm and level-headed, never letting her emotions sway what really matters. In this sense, the relationship ends up even; though she can seem passive in the moment, the issue always ends up getting resolved at a different time. 

F- Fights: How does this character respond to arguments with their s/o? What would they fight about, and who would cave and apologize first?

As I mentioned, Ty Lee is very level-headed. Her attitude helps keep things from escalating, allowing for her and her partner to calmly talk about what’s up. Usually there’s a mutual apology, and so arguments are rarely ever a huge deal. 

G- Gratitude: How does this character show their s/o that they are grateful?

Ty Lee shows she’s grateful through hugs and cuddles! She’s a very physically-oriented person. Of course, she’s also not shy and will say plainly what’s on her mind, but she’ll probably do that snuggled into her partner as much as she can!

H- Honeymoon: If this character had a honeymoon with their s/o, where would they go?

The beach! Ty Lee loves the sand and the surf! There’s nothing better than lounging around soaking up the rays, playing in the water, and hitting the bars and clubs for lots of dancing! 

I- Insecurity: What is this character insecure about? How do they deal with their insecurities with their s/o?

As I hinted, a sore spot for Ty Lee is her individuality. Because she spent so long overshadowed by her sisters, she worries about being to plain or boring for her s/o. She will need gentle reassurance that she is just fine the way she is and that she is the only one for them! 

J- Jealousy: Is this character the jealous type? How do they deal with being jealous?

Despite her insecurities, Ty Lee doesn’t really get jealous! She just doesn’t see it as something to waste her energy one, and besides, she wants to trust her partner. 

K- Kiss: What does the character want their first kiss to be like with their s/o? How does it end up happening?

Ty Lee is very romantic, so of course she fantasizes about her first kiss! She hopes it’s super romantic. She dreams about a romantic candlelit dinner, slowly moving closer and closer while talking... Ah! Every girl’s dream!

L- Love Confession: How does this character first profess their love to their s/o?

Ty Lee isn’t shy about her feelings, so she’ll come right out and say it when she feels it! She wants her s/o to be on the same page as her. Of course she’s a little nervous because that can scare some people away, but she doesn’t want to sit there and stew on it in anxiety, either. 

M- Marriage: How does this character view marriage? What is their ideal wedding like?

Ty Lee doesn’t view marriage as a necessity; she’d be perfectly okay with a common law marriage. But if her s/o wants a ceremony, she’d be happy to oblige! She wouldn’t want a normal, stuffy wedding; she’d want one that’s lots of fun and a little cooky! 

N- Nicknames: What does this character like to call their s/o?

Ty Lee loves to use funny nicknames that borderline don’t make sense, like “snugglewumpus” and “googlybear.” She thinks it just adds to the fun, and it makes her laugh that Mai and Zuko want to die every time they hear her say it. 

O- On Cloud Nine: What is this character like when they’re in love? Is it obvious to others, or are they good at hiding it?

Ty Lee gets super dreamy when she’s in love, just staring off into space with a sweet smile as she thinks about her s/o. Therefore she can’t hide it at all, and everyone knows! But it’s so cute, seeing her so in love, even if Zuko and Mai don’t want to admit it. 

P- PDA: Does this character like PDA? If so, what kinds of things do they do in public to show off their s/o?

Yes, Ty Lee likes PDA! She loves, loves, loves to hold her s/o’s hand in public; it makes her feel so happy! Little smooches and hugs are a must too, and if the opportunity presents itself for her to lay her head on their shoulder, then she will take it in a heartbeat!

Q- Quirks: What random traits or quirks does this character have that positively affect the relationship?

Ty Lee is super funny, so she always knows how to make her s/o laugh! When they’re feeling blue, she has to make them laugh to feel better. When they’re arguing, she’ll crack a joke that throws them so off guard they can’t help but laugh, and that lightens the mood enough for them to think straight. 

R- Romance: Is this character a hopeless romantic, or a bit on the low-key side? Are they cliché when it comes to romantic gestures, or can they get a little bit creative?

Oh, Ty Lee is definitely a hopeless romantic. She loves romantic gestures, cliché or not! They make her so happy, and so she performs them for her s/o all the time! Her favorite are surprise dinners. 

S- Secrets: Are there any secrets they hide from their s/o? If so, how do they deal with it when those secrets finally come out?

No, Ty Lee doesn’t feel the need to keep secrets in a relationship. She’s an open book, and she will tell her s/o anything they ask.

T- Thrill: Does this character prefer routine in their relationship, or do they like to shake things up every once in a while?

Ty Lee is nothing if not spontaneous, so she definitely shakes it up, and quite routinely! She loves to spirit her s/o away for random outings and dates. Life is meant to be lived, after all!

U- Understanding: Is this character level-headed and empathetic toward their partner, or do they sometimes have trouble figuring them out, which leads to some butting heads?

As I mentioned, Ty Lee is very level-headed and knows what to say to calm her partner down enough to get them thinking clearly. So usually, any butting of heads is short-lived and minor. 

V- Value: How does this character value their relationship with their s/o? How does it hold in comparison to their goals, ambitions, etc.?

Ty Lee loves being in a relationship, she loves it. She has her ambitions and dreams, of course, but she very much wants them to be a part of that, just like she wants to be a part of theirs! 

W- Wild Card: Any random fluff headcanon that does not fall within the other categories!

Ty Lee loves to dance, and more importantly, she loves to dance with her partner! Anytime she can, she’ll sweep them up into some random dancing. It makes her so giddy! 

X- XOXO: How does this character show affection?

Like I said before, Ty Lee’s love language is primarily physical touch. She just loves holding, snuggling, kissing, and hugging on her partner!  

Y- Yearning: How does this character deal with time apart with their s/o?

Ty Lee gets very mopey and pouty. She’ll definitely latch onto her friends more because she’s lonely, and she’s prone to random outbursts about how much she misses her partner. She can’t help it! That’s her other half! She will definitely stick to them like glue when they get back so she can soak up all those snuggles she missed out on. 

Z- Zeal: Is this character willing to great lengths for their relationship? If so, how far, and how long does it take to get to this point?

Oh yes, Ty Lee will go to great lengths for her relationship. It’s very important to her. It takes her a little less time to reach this point than most, but she just has a lot of love to give!

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NSFW Drabble Game

Hello! I am almost at 400 followers and as a way to say thank you so much for reading my works and interacting with me, I thought to do a little game, all you have to do is send a Member + one of the following plots/number to my ask and I’ll make sure to grant you your headcannon.

Also, I made this little list from the bunch of thrist tweets of “the type to” so all due credits to thristy stan twitter. I had so much fun reading all.

Warning: smut

the type to have you backstage with the members and he sees you getting a little too “friendly” so he pulls you out the room and into the storage room as he slams the door pushes you against the door with his hands up your skirt whispering “know your place princess”

 the type to offer you back massage after you came home from work but slowly turning it into something more by starting to kiss down your spine

 the type to have pink furry handcuffs

the type to want your knee grinding against his dick while you make out in bed, and have you bite on his lips and pull away to tease him enough that he will flip you over on you chest and hit it with his legs holding yours down, his hand holding the crook of your neck too

the type to pin you against the wall as you two are having a heated make-out session, rubbing his leg against you, smirking when you moan from the contact. Draping your legs over his shoulder and eating you out like a full course five stars Michelin—holding eye contact.

the type to make you lean your head over the edge of the couch so he could fuck your throat, but you gotta tap when you need air, but he’s so pissed he keeps fucking a few seconds longer to make you lightheaded and see "those pretty tears on your cheeks"

the type to blindfold you and tie you to the bedpost. Clipping a vibrator into you at the highest speed as he watches from across the room, smirking when you overstimulate and beg him to stop it—only to fuck your mouth as you slobber over his dick

the type to ram into you with one of yo legs over his shoulder either on a table or desk with a " milk me fucking dry" between each thrust, then slaps his dick on your clit after cumming on your stomach

the type to whisper dirty things in your ear while he rearranges your gut. "Milk this dick, princess" while he's fucking you from the back, tugging on your hair every time you clench around him.

the type to wake you up by finger fucking you then after you cum he still keeps going but this time he adds pressure to your stomach and goes faster while telling you to take it as you moan and whine from overstimulation.

the type to cum in you, but will eat you out until you’re clean... like he the type to dive in your thighs and take his cum, mix it with his spit, and use that shit as lube to finger you real fast while flicking your clit as he makes out w it

the type to cockwarm at a cinema and thrust into you when there's a quiet scene while whispering "ah ah ah ahh~ don't want anyone to hear those pretty moans" and rub your clit while he pounding.

the type to fuck you against the mirror while yanking your hair, balls deep as they slap against your clit. "You're so beautiful when I have you begging for my cock, Princess." Iron grip on your waist as he pounds into you making your legs buckle.

the type to nut all over your face after you give him some nasty head, just so he could make out with you and say "you like cleaning up with daddy, huh whore?" while he grabs ya chin/ neck, and spits before going back for round 2

the type to whine in your ear while running his hands all over your body crying it’s not enough he needs more of you while you ride him

the type to crawl underneath the table and eat you out while you're conversating with the boys. Pinching your clit and shoving his fingers roughly, making you overstimulate while holding eye contact and smirking at you

the type to slap your cheek and call you cute when he's halfway down your throat

the type to ask you to blindfold and handcuff him while you ride him, and if you come first, would want you to suck him off till he cries and pulls against the restraints from all the edging and overstimulation

the type to let you ride his thigh while he bites your neck

the type to catch you touching yourself, but instead of helping, he'd watch from where you can't see him. mf would smirk as you moaned for him but wouldn’t come to you till you finished 'now how about I give you the real thing, kitten?~'

the type to still keep thrusting as fast as a horse after you had the org@sm of your life

the type to randomly start fingering you while you both are on the couch watching movies

the type to fuck u senseless while your family is in the next room and if you make one noise he goes harder

the type to hold you by the back of your neck while y’all raw dogging, cause you were whining too much and he meant it when he said "imma shut yo ass up"

the type you give your pussy slow kisses while fingering you then starts to devour you whole

the type to make YOU answer the phone while fucking and not only that, he’ll make you put it on speaker and purposely fucks you harder

the type to keep sucking after you n/ut and look you in the eyes while you twitching.

the type to start up a life while you tied up to his bed with a vibe in and a gag on and play with the remote the entire time.

the type to jerk off in the bathroom while calling you, asking how your day was going as he runs his finger across his tip. Moaning and rolling his hips to your voice as he gets off to it.

the type to set his phone down and record when you ride him, got all ya tits in his hands and mouth so he has something to wank to when he’s travelling for work 

the type to take Polaroids while he's balls deep, wanting to catch your reaction as your eyes roll to the back of your head

the type to take Polaroids of his c*m on ur t¡ts and put them on his wall

THE TYPE TO LET YOU RIDE HIS THIGH WHILE HE LAY BACK AND STARE YOU DOWN THEN HE SITS UP AND GRABS YOUR WAIST AND HOLD YOU DOWN AS HE BEGINS TO SHAKE HIS LEG UP AND DOWN AND SMIRK AT YOUR REACTIONS

the type to let you ride his thighs in a silk thong while he wears jeans, and every time you’re close to he’ll hold your hips still and would just laugh his pretty as laugh while you whine and bounce his knee

the type to bind your hands together and laugh at your cries while teasing you with sex toys not allowing you to cum “that’s right baby girl cry louder for daddy, you know I love it when you sing like that”

the type to wake up at night and dry hump you, wrapping his hands around your throat and waist, grunting and whimpering when the fabric of his boxers skim across his tip—rolling his hips as he grinds for more friction, liking the teasing feeling.

the type to ask you to blindfold and handcuff him while you ride him, and if you come first, would want you to suck him off till he cries and pulls against the restraints from all the edging and overstimulation

the type to fuck you against the mirror while yanking your hair, balls deep as they slap against your clit. "You're so beautiful when I have you begging for my cock, Princess." Iron grip on your waist as he pounds into you making your legs buckle.

the type to nut all over your face after you give him some nasty head, just so he could make out with you and say "you like cleaning up with daddy, huh whore?" while he grabs ya chin/ neck, and spits before going back for round 2

the type to cum in you, but will eat you out till you ain’t cum real nasty... like he the type to dive in yo thighs and take his cum, mix it with his spit, and use that shit as lube to finger you real fast while flicking yo clit as he makes out w it

the type to fuck you while standing forcing you to hold yourself up without his help “unless you wanna cum you better not fall on those pretty knees of yours babygirl”

the type to ask for bondage as he gets hard at the thought of you dominating him and making him beg for your touch. Biting and sucking his skin whole toying with him, making his skin burn with pleasure, pre-cum dripping from his cock as he rolls his hips at the thought

THE TYPE TO GROWL WHEN HE’S EATING YOU OUT-

the type to fu!k you in the bathroom while his parents are waiting outside

THE TYPE TO SIT IN THE CORNER COACHING TAE FUCKING YOU INTO THE MATTRESS AND THEN LATER JOINING

the type to finger you with his rings still on because he caught you staring at his hands.

the type to spit in your mouth then shoves his fingers in there then pull them back out then start rubbing your clit

the type to fuck you on the countertop until you squirt then have you clean it up after

the type to have one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand placed on your thigh while he driving

the type to punish you by tying you down and teasing you with sex toys not letting you actually fuck him

the type to pull u in the bathroom at a party and ask to face fuck you cause you look that good and it’s been turning him on all night,  purposely does a facial so he could make out with it all open-mouthed while he grabs your face in one of his big ass hands... might drool

the type to wake you up by finger fucking you then after you cum he still keeps going but this time he adds pressure to your stomach and goes faster while telling you to take it as you moan and whine from overstimulation

the type to fuck you in front of a mirror and whisper in your ear “look how pretty you are” then he’d put his hand around your throat and say “I’d bet you look prettier moaning my name”

the type to let you blow him off while he is playing an online match with his friends but when it’s over he grabs you by the throat bends you over his desktop and starts fucking you covering your mouth as you moaned louder as he loves the feeling

the type to press down on your stomach while he…

the type to fuck you up against the door while your family over and cover your mouth if you get too loud

the type to pull you to him by your hips then rub them with his big ass thumbs, slipping them under you waistband then back out over and over again while staring right in your face.

the type to guide your hips as you ride his thigh, he’d slow your hips down when he feels you growing close. “hold it,” he’d order in a strong voice as he begins to speed your hips up again, enjoying the tears that fall from your eyes as you try to hold ur orgasm.

the type to finger you while kissing your neck and whispering dirty things in him in your ear

the type to cum in your mouth just to make you spit it back out on his dick to use as lube to fuck you again

the type to get you right when you're about to cum, pull out, then tell you he wants to watch you finish yourself

the type to fuck you in front of a mirror telling you that you look beautiful. Then proceed to say that you’re Daddy’s little cockslut and that all you’re useful for is to be a cockwarmer

the type to sit you in his lap and gently rock you back and forth on his dick, holding you in place so you can't move on your own and taking what he wants from you

the type to let you suck his dick in his studio and every time you gag, he just smirks and pushes your head down harder, making you gag even harder

the type to make you cry from overstimulation and just when you think he’s done and about to let you rest he just laughs and tells you to be a good girl and give him one more-

the type to rip your panties off with his teeth and say “don’t worry I’ll buy you new ones”

the type to whisper do you like that? Want me to go deeper?

the type to growl in your ear while he pulls your hair and fucks you deep from behind, telling you not to cum until he commands you to

the type to guide your hips onto his dick and just before you sit he’d slam you down and hold you there for a min feeling how deep he is