#And it being a bit lie because she was really just anxious that /he/ may have forgotten her because he never really got in contact

[pureconancommentary]

I don't know why someone would translate it in a way where Shinichi seems to not really know Sonoko. Just above this panel, it's explicitly stated that Sonoko is also Shinichi's classmate and pretty heavily implied that he's very familiar with her. Also, Sonoko. I really don't see how a harem would be a dreamy romantic thing.. Ok, wait, hold up, this whole panel is just hot garbage (and a case of Korn Scans just grabbing the older translation without double checking a single thing), let me grab Viz instead.

(Translation's hard, I get it, the actual words are a translation made in the earlier Conan scanlations, but when there's a group that went well out of the way to make the scans look good, it'd be nice if someone could just glance at the raw and see if things match up. They had a translator on the team, it's not like they were purely focused on upgrading the graphics, they did redo some translations from older scans. But really, this goes from many boys to just one and with a specification that the nature setting will make a nice romantic moment, just a glance, it would have stood out.)

But for Sonoko's introduction... rip for what was decided as your personality, girl, because you're kinda stuck with the selfish boy crazy attitude for a while. I mean, it sticks around in some ways, but after actually getting a boyfriend, she can focus her attention and be allowed to just hang out more on her own without wanting attention from the best looking guy. Doubly sorry for the many people who probably did read this as you just wanting a lot of guys to hang out with instead of just looking for one good looking one.

[luvsturniolo]

hey love :) idk if this makes sense at all but i think it'd be so cute if you wrote something about chris where the reader and him have been friends for only a year, but it's been a year of them obsessing over each other with out the other even knowing, and then maybe the reader is over at the triplets's house and she's really anxious cos she's worried chris doesn't feel the same way, and chris notices so he asks her what's wrong and she kinda like vents it all out while hugging him and he keeps running his hand through her hair and when she stops her rant of how much she loves him, he just kisses her as his response !!!!!!! like that's so chris :,)

ー ★ !! reciprocate

pairing : chris x fem!reader

synopsis : after a year of being best friends , your feelings for chris have been changing. it’s not hard to recognize this feeling in your chest to be love. the only question in your mind is this : does he feels the same?

a/n : i jumped when i saw ur user like literally ilysm what ?? also i apologize for how long this took its literally been months

wc : 2.09k

you aren't the type to be insecure in your relationships. but something about chris made you feel like you weren't enough.

he's just so insanely perfect in your eyes that you can't fathom the fact that he'd ever like you back. so you've decided to bury your feelings for him — since you deemed them as unrealistic anyway.

it's been an entire year of teasing and flirting with a guy that probably only sees you as a friend. but you can't help it! chris always talks to you in a flirty manner, how are you expected to just ignore his antics and hide your feelings!?

today marks one year of you guys being friends.

it's only been twelve months, but you honestly feel like you've known him for an eternity — which might sound dramatic, but it's true. chris has this aroma to him that makes you feel so safe and secure. he listens to you when you speak ; he laughs with you when you're joking ; he gives you space if you need it. he's just so perfect at reading your emotions and understanding how you feel that it's a shock you haven't been friends for a decade.

"do you think matt could pick me up?" you ask chris over the phone, flopping backward so you're laying flat on your back. "i want to hang out at your house. mine is boring."

chris laughs at you, "don't you have a car? i'd gladly make him drive to you, but what's stopping you from already being over here?"

you think back on earlier today when you were pulled over by a cop. your depth perception may have been a bit off. and you may have accidently hit a pedestrian and gotten your license revoked for a few months.

"it's in the shop." you lie with an innocent smile. "getting new tires."

chris holds his phone close to his face, staring at you through the screen. after only a few seconds of analyzing your face, he decides that you're definitely not telling the truth.

"yeah, sure." he agrees sarcastically. "i totally believe that."

"you should!" you tell him. "because it's completely true!"

the sound of a door opening and closing is heard through the tiny speakers of your phone. chris's head snaps in the direction of someone entering his bedroom. his face suddenly falls with annoyance before he says, "what do you want nick?"

"just wanna talk to you," nick yawns, stretching himself out to lay on top of his brother. chris groans and shoves him off of his bed, but nick just laughs.

"oh my god! did you say nick's here!?" you exclaim, sitting up in your own bed and clutching your phone tightly in your hands with excitement. "tell nick to come here, i want to talk to him!"

chris looks down at you — well, his phone — and sighs before glancing back over at nick. he mutters something about you betraying him before shoving his screen in nick's face and pouting. "y/n wants to talk to you."

nick snatches the phone out of chris's hands and rushes out of his room, leaving the door open just to be annoying. then, nick runs into the bathroom an locks the door behind them. he holds the phone close to his face before whisper-shouting his next question. "why aren't you here yet!? i thought you said you were going to confess your feelings to chris today!"

"hey!" you defend yourself. "hear me out before yelling at me!"

"i'm listening..." he urges you to continue, putting his ear in the camera to give you a visual that he is in fact listening.

"i was planning to come over today, i swear! but i got my license revoked last night, so i don't have a car." you explain. "i was going to ask matt to pick me up, but then chris started asking questions about why i couldnt drive myself. then you barged in."

"why don't you just tell chris that you got it revoked?" nick says, sitting down on the closed seat of the toilet.

"because that's embarrassing." you say as though it's obvious. "i'll tell him tomorrow, but today needs to be perfect! i don't want him to be thinking about my patheticness while i confess."

nick shrugs, "i guess that makes sense."

"okay now go tell matt to come pick me up!" you order. "i'm sick of being at home. my cat won't play with me anymore because she's getting too old."

nick nods, flushing the toilet and running the sink even though he didn't use the bathroom — simply to put on a show for anyone who might have their ear pressed to teh door (cough chris cough). he then opens the door and comes face to face with chris standing in the hallway. he's leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"why'd you pretend to flush and shit?" chris asks him. "you literally have y/n on the phone. i know you didn't piss."

nick rolls his eyes before handing the phone back to his brother. you watch as they argue about something completely random and offtopic before chris walks back into his bedroom and plops back down on his bed.

"sorry he stole you like that." he apologizes as he reaches over to open his blind and let some sunlight pour in. "what'd you guys talk about?"

"my tires." you lie.

again, chris immediately knows that you're not being honest. despite being able to see right through you, he doesn't want to pry. so he just nods and changes the topic.

"is that a new shirt?" he asks with a laugh. "i’ve never seen it before."

you look down at what you’re wearing and immediately whip your head back up to glare at him. you’re wearing his shirt. “you let told me to take it!”

“i’m just kidding.” he says. “it looks way better on you, pretty girl.”

your face flushes red and you set your phone down so the camera is facing the ceiling. you hold your cheeks in your hands and stare at the blankets on your bed.

chris always does shit like this, and you don’t know how to feel. part of you loves it because of how it makes you get all giddy. but another part of you hates it because you struggle to read what it means. is he just joking, or does it mean something more?

“matt’s on his way!” you hear nick’s voice shout across the room. he seemingly poked his head through the crack of chris’s door.

“on his way where?” chris asks.

“oh, he’s just picking up y/n so she can come over and tell you something important.” nick says easily.

you rush to pick your phone back up so you can yell at him. “NICOLAS!” you shout.

the screen is still pointed at chris’s face, but you can hear nick’s giggle before he runs out of the room and shuts the door.

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half an hour later, you and matt arrive at the sturniolos’ house. you guys walk through the door with a big bag of mcdonald’s. you guys impulsively decided to get some food on the way home, and made sure to get chris and nick something as well.

“aww!” nick says, taking the bag out of your hand with a wide grin plastered across his face. “you got me food!?”

“share with chris.” matt tells him. “it’s not all for you.”

“yeah.” chris agrees, walking out of his room and chasing after nick to take the bag from him. “give me some, you greedy little shit!”

nick runs away from chris, taking the food with him as he locks himself in the bathroom and his laughs can be heard through the closed door.

chris groans, rolling his eyes before turning around and directing his attention toward the more important subject — you.

he pulls you into a hug, "i haven’t seen you in forever!"

you wrap your arms around him, hugging him back before speaking against his ear. “i know, it’s been ages.”

“it’s been half a day.” matt corrects you, pushing past his brother to walk into the kitchen and set his car keys onto the counter. “i’m going back to sleep. you guys are too fucking dramatic to handle.”

then, matt leaves the kitchen and walks down the hall to his bedroom. you hear the door close behind him, knowing you and chris are now officially alone together for the first time all day.

well, all day is pretty exaggerated seeing as you to have only been reunited for a few minutes. also, you guys have been on facetime since you woke up this morning.

“so!” chris says, pulling out of the hug. “what was nick talking about earlier. you need to tell me something important?”

your heart drops.

“oh, that can wait!” you say, trying to laugh it off. “let’s watch a movie or something. ooh! we could make, uh, pizza or cookies or some shit. that'd be fun right? you guys have pizza, don't you? well. never mind, everyone has pizza, haha." you walk into the kitchen and begin to dig through their freezer. "honestly, cookies would be more fun to make than some pizza. they taste better too. wait no, that's controversial. how about-"

your anxious ranting is cut off when chris places a hand on your shoulder. you stop digging through the freezer and turn around to face him with a frown.

"calm down, y/n." he tells you softly. he lets his hand drop from your shoulder and land on your hand. he grabs it and gently pulls you into the living room. he sits down on the couch with you, still holding your hand in his. "slow down a bit. we can talk about it at whatever pace you want."

"i'm gonna rant again." you warn him.

he chuckles, "that's fine by me. i love your ranting."

you suck in a deep breath before you begin. "i know we've only known each other for a year, but i really fucking like you. you're kind, attractive, and literally fucking perfect. you make me feel happy whenever i'm around you as if you're purposely trying to make me feel comfortable. and if you are, it's working by the way." you keep your eyes pinned to the couch cushion, not wanting to make eye contact with him. "i've been keeping my feelings to myself because i don't want to ruin what we have. but i realize now that even if i try to ignore my feelings, they're still going to explode eventually — and probably not in a healthy way. i don't want to hurt you by accidentally lashing out, so i decided it'd be best to tell you the truth."

you tear your eyes from thr cushion and raise them to face chris. he isn't answering you, but he definitely heard everything you said. his eyes are flicking across the room, processing all the shit you just dumped on him.

his silence stresses you out even more. what if you said the wrong thing? what if he hates you now? what if this ruins you guys's friendship before you can even try to form a romantic relationship? what if this is the lashing out you feared would happen? oh shit. you didn't even consider that.

"fuck," you mutter, "i'm sorry. i should go. this was a mistake. just forget everything i just said."

you begin to stand up, but chris grabs your hand before you can walk away. you turn and look at him but his eyes are already pinned to yours.

"how could i ever forget that?" he asks.

you don't answer.

"my dream girl just confessed that she likes me." he says before pulling on your hand, causing you to fall on top of him. he catches you and holds you in a hug. he runs a hand through your hair, caressing it gently. "i never even thought it would be fucking possible for you to ever like me back."

your eyes widen. "what? so you don't hate me?"

your feel his chest shake with a laugh. he then moves his hands to your shoulers before pushing you back to look at your face. without another word, chris presses your lips together.

the kiss is passionate, but unfortunately short-lived. within the few seconds it lasts, everything you struggled to tell him wth your rants was silently understood.

"i could never hate you." he whispers against your lips before connecting them back together.

tags : @kasqnxx @lvrsparadise @prettysturniolo @strniolo @urmyslxt @cupidsturniolo @opheliaofficial07 @thetriplets3 @sturn1olo-ffics @uhnanix @deadxrx @kitaysworld @slaysturniolo @wilmalovegood @ladylokilaufeyson5 @sturniolopepsi @strnilolo

[writergirl3]

4 Town x Pregnant Reader

I can't remember who requested this, but thanks for the idea! Hope y'all like this💜

Warnings; Mentions of pregnancy (obviously) and discomfort/pain. Fem reader, not proofread.

Taglist; @takemichiluvr @jessexselinalover @aaronzsbiggestsuperfan @4townlove @magicbratt @4townenthusiast @local-she-wolf @4townn (If I missed you off the list, or you wanna be added, lemme know!)

Robaire;

As is the case with all the boys and their partners, Robaire would put you, and his unborn child, first. No questions asked. There's a big important meeting to sign new contract with the label? If you're not 100%, he will not be attending.

Ro is definitely the type to do that cute headphones-over-your-bump thing, playing music to your child. And he mostly chooses soothing French tunes like 'La Vie En Rose'. Although he did joke about recreating the 'Baby Got Back' scene from friends. If you hadn't refused, he for sure would've played it.

He's definitely cool, calm and collected. And it's not even an act. He has faith in you and your strength, and in whatever higher being that's up there. He sees your pregnancy as an obstacle-ridden journey, but he treasures the highs and the lows.

Jesse;

Definitely becomes an expert on pregnancy overnight. You're already at an advantage with him being a Dad of two already, and he has so much good advice. When it comes to pregnancy, though? He has quite a lot to learn. He'd already broken up with the mother of his two kids before they were born, so he's lacking in that area. But, fear not! There will be a mountain of pregnancy books on his side of the bed, and yes, he does read them all before you give birth.

Because of this, he's amazing at helping you through the hurdles. He has the magic remedy for morning sickness, cravings, and cramps. And if you find your anxiety spiralling, or mood up and down? He holds you close and gently coaxes you through the rough patches.

He's as responsible and caring as Robaire is calm, but secretly, Jesse is flapping on the inside. Please make sure that you check in with him too. He often worries about how the dynamic will change when you become a family of five, despite being so excited for it all. Remind him of that, and pregnancy with Jesse by your side will be a breeze.

Aaron T;

Oh Lord. I won't lie, he's pretty clueless in every respect. It took him a while to cotton on to what a period is, so the idea of a human baby growing inside your belly? Yeah, it freaks him out.

I feel like the pregnancy may not have been planned, too. So, he was a bit of a panicked mess when you broke the news to him. But, nevertheless, he's always wanted kids and couldn't imagine going into parenthood with anyone but you.

He definitely uses your pregnancy as an excuse for things. But in the best possible way! Like, if there's a press conference or something that he really couldn't care less about, he will be getting out of it because 'he has to be there for his baby mama'.

But he means well. You may have to talk things through with him, or be uber clear about what you need, but he'll take it all on board in a heartbeat. Because he cares so deeply for you, and treasures you and his unborn child above everything.

Aaron Z;

Right, so you know how Z is super overprotective over you and will literally bark down anyone who directs any negativity your way? Well, when you're pregnant, that increases tenfold.

He's definitely pretty anxious about it all, and that manifests into his usual perfectionism. Often, he'll have what you need ready before you even know you need it. You can thank his amazing observation skills, and general adoration for you, for that.

I feel like he'd be quite similar to Jesse, but just a little more stern about it. But not in a bad way! Like, if he notices you wincing when you reach down for something, he will insist on massaging your back right away. And no, he won't accept 'no' for an answer.

But he's also very sweet and sentimental. Sometimes you'll just catch him watching you, maybe while you're balancing a plate of food on your bump while you watch TV, and he'll just have so much love in his eyes. And it's all because you're carrying his child, and he can't wait for a lifetime of memories with you and his little one.

Tae Young;

He's for sure pretty anxious. Sometimes, it'll be you comforting him instead of the other way around. As is the case with T, I think your pregnancy would likely be unplanned, so he worries a lot about what his family and the label will say.

But once he realises what a gift your pregnancy is, he won't able to wipe the smile off of his face. He'll pepper your bump with kisses on a daily basis and spend his evenings off brainstorming names for you. I feel like he'd also start a scrapbook of your pregnancy so that you have it to look back on together.

Your pregnancy is a huge opportunity for growth and reflection for Tae. He knows that his parents probably won't approve, and being a father may not help his image as a boyband member, but he doesn't care. He's going to start a family with you and, in his eyes, that's one of the most precious of life's experiences. He vows to give your unborn child all the nurturing love that he needed when growing up. And he hopes that being parents will strengthen the love you share, too.

[poisonedprose]

₊˚✧ you drew stars around my scars

mike wheeler x gn!reader fluff/comfort

warnings: 1k words, season 4, self harm (on thighs), insecurity because of it, long haired reader (long enough for a ponytail), kinda ooc (i live in delusion)

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the basement lights were off. you persisted that they were off. it was the middle of summer, the heat taking over every single part of your being. your complaints and groans of discomfort didn't go unnoticed by mike. "if you're that hot maybe you shouldn't be wearing sweatpants." it was absentminded and probably a joke, but you couldn't help the anxious feeling that bubbled inside you.

you thought about taking him seriously, taking your pants off to replace them with an old pair of shorts that don't fit mike anymore that his mother was probably going to donate, but it made your skin crawl with discomfort. you laugh at the comment, probably too long after the comment was even said. mike brushed it off, not caring to question why you laughed a whole 4 minutes later.

you really didn't want to give in to the heat, but your pants were sticking to your legs and your hands were clammy and you were sure you could see the sweat starting to form on your forehead. mike may be oblivious sometimes but he noticed the way you swiped your palms against your pants to wipe the sweat off and the way you put your hair into a ponytail, which you never did. the fan was already on the highest it could go, so he didn't know what to do besides suggesting to take your pants off again.

"i have shorts you can wear you know, or you can even borrow some of nancy's. i'm sure she wouldn't mind." he had a concerned tone in his voice, it's not like he wanted you to die of a heat stroke in his basement. you thought for a moment, the heat clouding your thinking abilities. you sighed as you came to a conclusion. 

that was 10 minutes ago, the lights are now off and your sweat pants on the couch as mike hands you a pair of his old shorts. "why do the lights have to be off?" he questioned, dumbing it down to his partner didn't want him to see them changing, but still asking out of sheer curiosity. you took a moment to answer, coming up with the best excuse you could. 

"the lights produce heat, so it'll be cooler with them off." it wasn't a complete lie. it was true that light sources produce heat and with them off it might cool the room down but it was a lie to say that was the reason. he nodded as if that made total sense to him and sat down on the couch, folding your pants and placing them on the armrest. you sat down next to him, now focused on the tv that was playing a movie that you couldn't be bothered to focus on, bigger things to address. 

half an hour had passed. you could feel the relief in your body, your secret was still safe. the more the movie played the closer to mike you got. it wasn't on purpose, you weren't even really aware you were doing it. he didn't mind though, welcoming you with a hand on your thigh. fuck.

suddenly the movie was boring again and the room was just as hot as before. you didn't move, seeing if mike had any sort of reaction to the slightly raised bumps on your thigh. he seemed focused on the movie and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. you were silently thanking mike for his obliviousness, for once it was coming in handy. 

but all feelings of celebration went out the window as mike rubbed his thumb along your thigh. he didn't turn to look but you could tell he was trying to figure out what was on your thigh. you bit your lip as you tried to figure out a way to get his hand off of you with suspicion but unfortunately, mike didn't wait for you to figure it out. 

"what's on your leg?" he still didn't look. you were grateful for that fact but the gratefulness was ambushed with fear and anxiety. you don't say anything, so he looks at you, unsure if you heard him over the television. "y/n?" you still don't say anything, your eyes locked with his. your eyes welt up with tears unbeknownst to mike due to the darkness of the room. "nothing." you whisper in a desperate attempt. 

it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. the combination of the bumps and your reaction and suddenly mike feels like the worst boyfriend ever. you could practically see the gears in mike's head turn as he tried to figure out how to make the situation less uncomfortable. his mind was racing with thoughts and realizations. 

you tried to contain your tears, but they fell anyway, catching glimpses of light from the moon. "hey, hey," he tried to console, his hand coming off of your scar-filled thigh and resting it on your face. you were embarrassed over anything, your darkest thoughts engraved on your legs that were now on display. "baby, look at me." you didn't want to comply to his request, you wanted to run out of his house and off the edge of the world.

he didn't let that happen though, instead moving his hand to your chin and gently turning your face to look at him. you couldn't look him in the eye, opting for his nose or even his mouth as he spoke. "are you alright?" you didn't expect that to be the first thing he said. you expected curses and words that were sure to cut deeper than the scars on your legs. 

you nod, not trusting your voice. he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. he didn't ask any more questions, not that he didn't care but he knew you'd tell him when you were ready. he peppered more kisses on your face and you laughed. he smiled at the sound of your laughter. "i love you." he didn't say it often, maybe a total of 3 or 4 times within your long-term relationship, but he meant it with every fiber of his being.

and to prove it he sunk to his knees, pushing the fabric of the shorts up ever so slightly. he leaned down, letting his lips leave delicate kisses on each of your scars. you watched with awe in your eyes. he wasn't mad or disgusted or annoyed. you couldn't love this boy anymore even if you tried.

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[twilightmalachite]

Raison d’être - The Nameless Girl 12

Author: Akira

Characters: Shu, Mika, Kuro, Nazuna

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(Now, Kagehira, let us lie.)"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Spring

Location: Raison d'être Stage

Kuro: Either is fine. It’s odd t’see ya so quiet, Gramps. Back then I had the impression that you’d always be spittin’ and yellin’ at me.

Raffaello: “Because I don’t have the energy to make a fuss. That, and my emotions dilute when they are passed through a machine.”

“But that’s beside the point. It’d be both uncouth and meaningless for you to directly ask me for the answer to your questions.”

“The answer is shown on stage by Shu-kun.”

“Take a seat quietly for now, instead of making a commotion. You have poor manners, you know. Your figure blocks the view of the person sitting behind you.”

Kuro: Ah, right… Hahah, it’s been a while since I last got a scoldin’ from ya, Gramps.

Raffaello: “I do not mind a little bit of whispered banter. Opera has been like that since ancient times, although it is a culture Japan is unfamiliar with.”

Kuro: Understood. However, this may be uncouth of me t’say, but I'm kinda dumb…

I won’t be able t’interpret an answer from a complicated opera, could’ja tell me the important bits?

Raffaello: “……”

Kuro: Ah, if ya could tell me. Please.

Raffaello: “Yes. Do speak respectfully to those above you. Law, God, and common sense too have declared it to be obsolete now, but there’s more beauty in it.”

“It is foolish to lump together everything old as no good and throw them away like garbage.”

Nazuna: He really does talk like Itsuki, huh~… Well, I guess Itsuki is really influenced by his grandpa’s values and such, though.

Raffaello: “Yes. So what was it you’d like to ask, Kuro-kun?

Kuro: Yessir. Though I’m at a loss on where to begin… So, were ya ever havin’ an affair in the end, Gramps?

Y’know, with that strange woman called “MADEMOISELLE”?

Raffaello: “To put it shortly, that would be non.”

“But from what I’ve seen in this opera’s proposal, however, it appears Shu-kun and Kagehira-kun have a different, or rather, a unusual interpretation—

“The truth of the matter is, the woman named “MADEMOISELLE” does not exist. That too is subject to interpretation however, but there is no human being of flesh and blood with a family register.”

“Such is why she was not even given a name, and instead was earnestly given the nickname “MADEMOISELLE”. She is a fictional, non-existent person.”

Nazuna: So far, Itsuki’s guess has been correct.

Then, does that mean that all of it was just grandpa’s joke, it was all made up?

Wait, but then what would be the point of that? Itsuki and I just assumed this Raffaello guy was just trying to con out of his inheritance…

But then, that Raffaello was actually just grandpa himself. If he wanted the inheritance, there wouldn’t be any need to pull off something so absurd.

Kuro: He wouldn’t even have to go through the trouble of stealin’ it. The inheritance is already his property, it belonged to Gramps from the very start.

Nazuna: Right. In other words, that means, uhhh? What does it mean? I’m confused!

Nazuna: —Hweh?!

Kuro: W-What’s wrong, Nito!? Did’ja bite your tongue?

Nazuna: N-No, Itsuki just gave me a huge glare from the stage that yelled “quiet!” because I was loud~… For some reason even now he’s able to get it across to me even without saying anything out loud.

Kuro: Haha. Rabbits have sharp senses, don’t they?

Shu: (Goodness, that Nito.)

(Back while he was in Valkyrie, we had watched many operas and the like together. Even though I had drilled the etiquette into him, it appears it’s all been bleached away.)

(Ryuu~-kun, however, I never expected good etiquette from him to begin with.)

(And he’s all anxious, not knowing when my ever-trifling Grandfather might raise his voice at him.)

(Well, it’s fine. As an easygoing performance performed only in front of relatives, I don’t demand strict viewing etiquette.)

“—This tale is set in Paris, the city of flowers.”

“There, “Boku” met a beautiful girl.”

“A very assertive, selfish, shrewd lady—”

“♪~♪~♪”

(Now, Kagehira, let us lie.)

(In honor of my beloved Grandfather.)

Mika: (Okay, Oshi-san.)

(And at the same time, so we can show your Grandfather what he truly seeks.)

“~…♪”

Shu: (Now, let us begin our performance as Valkyrie, as we always have.)

(Let us sift away all the filth and carry only the beautiful and the valuable to heaven.)

(This is a comedy too funny, a tragedy too sad… Let us refine it into a beautiful opera!)

(To many people, this is just another love story. The sort of trivial romantic comedy we do not typically work with.)

(But I’m sure it’ll get through to Grandfather.)

(By thinking it through, the true meaning of this opera, that is.)

Shu: (Fufu. Now it’s your turn to use your head, Grandfather.)

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[bumblingest-bee]

bee’s thoughts on the sweeney todd revival!!

idk if recordings just didn’t do him justice or if he’s improved as his run has gone on, but i did truly enjoy aaron as sweeney. to be clear he’s still not a baritone but he didn’t struggle with the range as much as i’d feared. unfortunately but not unexpectedly he didn’t have that deep resonance that the role should have, yet at the same time he almost made up for it with the sheer intensity of his acting. (almost.) i REALLY enjoyed that he did a proper cockney accent - it was surprisingly good and fit his take on the character very well. he was genuinely frightening and impressively intense at times (his “how about a shave?” section in epiphany was a highlight for me) but at other times he was. aaron tveit. overall while still i wish they’d cast a proper baritone on the role, aaron was wonderful in his own way and im very very glad i saw him. the fact he was aaron tveit in a very tight shirt may or may not have helped.

guys. folks. sutton was FUCKING INCREDIBLE. i know, i am just as shocked as you, but she was born to play mrs. lovett. i’ve never laughed so hard at worst pies in my life. i can’t say enough good things about her which is insane bc i’ve been joking about her casting since the beginning. vocally, she knew exactly when to turn on the deranged lansbury style belt and when to sing it straight. i won’t lie her accent was much better than annaleigh’s (I’M SO SORRY). acting-wise, she was just hysterically funny; over-the-top without being over-the-top, if that makes any sense at all. just a really truly delightful take on the role.

JOE LOCKE. HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK. i came in knowing nothing about him but thinking he was stunt casting and i was SO wrong. he was, bar none, THE best toby i have ever heard. he made the role sound completely effortless with a gorgeous classical tenor that turned into a high belt so powerful it made the couple in front of me nearly leap from their seats in amazement.

jamie jackson’s deeply creepy judge and john rapson’s slimy, flamboyant beadle made the perfect dickensian villain duo. they were THE essential ingredient to the atmosphere of the show, which they just about stole.

maria bilbao was a wonderfully unnerving, constantly in anxious motion, adorably sweet johanna. she and daniel yearwood (who was lovable and vocally gorgeous as anthony) had great chemistry. ruthie ann miles was, of course, perfect as the beggar woman, heart-wrenching and unsettling and probably the best acting performance out of the whole cast.

the entire ensemble was brilliant - of course i’ve got to give a special mention to pirelli because that contest was the funniest one i’ve ever seen. also shoutout to hennessy winkler who was on as jonas fogg!

the sets were great, though at times i wished there was a bit more of them instead of being minimalist for the sake of it. the choreography was used to great, unnerving effect at times (that stumbling in the opening ballad!) though sometimes i wished they’d just stay still for god’s sake. two things that stood out to me: the blood effects were very effective, and the sound design in the bakehouse was so creepy.

for a 26-piece orchestra you’d think they’d make it a bit louder. compared to other big orchestra shows i’ve seen the instruments felt a bit tinny and canned at times, despite the fact that they really turned it up for some songs, proving that they could!! in any case i was just very very glad to hear that gorgeous full score at any volume.

overall it was a brilliant experience - though im not sure how much of that is due to just how fucking good the material is no matter what you do with it. it wasn’t perfect, but i laughed so hard i cried (and just plain cried) and got goosebumps about every five minutes. so happy i got to attend the tale ❤️🥧❤️

[kaycode1999]

Ahhh hello hello! Could I get a mha matchup?

I have a bit of trouble knowing how to describe myself so I’ll try my best 😅

I am female and go by she/her (sometimes she/they) and I go by Irene

I’m super super sarcastic, I can be loud or quiet depending on the day, I’m a bit of a petiole pleaser but not like, a major one yk? Just a little bit of people pleasing tendencies every once in a while, I tend to joke around a lot especially when I feel awkward and feel like I need to fill the silence. I get super super anxious at random times for no reason but I’m really good at pushing through it and continuing on with my day like it’s nothing (a skill I’ve spent years perfecting)

I’m an INFP (though I’ve never completely felt like this was correct I get the same answer every time I take the test lmaooo) I love buying people small things (like their favorite drink or snack) just cus you never know when someone is having a bad day lol. I also have pretty bad RBF. I’ve been told I’m the definition of ‘fake it till you make it’🤣

I have a pretty alternative aesthetic, as well as lots of tattoos and piercings (which tends to confuse people cus they say I have a sunshine personality but I look like I’d be mean… whatever that means?) I also dye my hair a lot (though I keep going back to bright red)

I am a huge gamer, I also love reading just about any book I can get my hands on. I also love working out and kickboxing. I also have a tendency to do algebra when I’m anxious? I’m not sure why but it makes me feel better (I’d like to think my old math teacher would be proud)

I don’t really have a type? I’m not a huge fan of people who are also awkward though cus I’m also awkward and it usually is just a huge mess of awkwardness.

Anyways I’m so sorry I totally rambled for way too long long, have a fantastic day!!!

I match you with

Hizashi Yamada, AKA Present Mic

*You didn't say your gender preference so I just went with who I thought would be a good fit, I can do it again if I was wrong on the gender match*

He strikes me as a very relaxed and chill person, and as an extension he makes those around him feel calmer as well

He doesn't mind if you’re loud ( I mean this is him we're talking about), and he doesn't mind if you’re quiet. You do you and he's cool to just chill with you

That's not to say he doesn't need to learn at first. I think its only natural to be concerned when someone goes from being loud to quiet, but once he realizes it doesn't mean anything bad he totally understands

He loves your wit, and don't expect him not to be sarcastic back just a little bit

I'm not exactly sure why but I feel like he might have some people-pleasing tendencies as well. Not to an extreme extent or anything but it appears every once in a while. This is just so say he understands and doesn't judge you for it, but if if bothers you he’ll help you in whatever way you need

Part of him finds relief in your jokes if its a serious and/or awkward situation because it breaks the tension, and the other part is the one adding onto your joke(s) because he hates awkward situations

He gets to know you well enough to sense when you're anxious, and even if you're a champ at powering through he's gonna do what he can to tell keep you grounded and calm yourself down ( he’ll even keep a workbook on or near him so that you can do your algebra to help keep you calm)

He thinks you're so sweet and that's one of the reasons he loves you. Bringing him something you think/know he will like will make him melt, and he’ll do the same thing for you

Your RBF may have made him approach you with caution but it didn't keep him away. And once he gets to know you he doesn't even notice it

He thinks your piercings and tattoos and awesome, and same for your dyed hair

You're both sunshines and its very wholesome and sweet

He's loves gaming with you, it doesn't really matter what genre it is. Not gonna lie I see things getting kind of competitive 😂

I think if he reads its more along the lines of historical things, news articles, etc. Because he likes to be informed, but he will read something if you recommend it

He is a pro hero so working out kind of comes with the territory, workout dates can be fun.

He is very surprised and impressed with the kickboxing though. He will be there to cheer you on 100%

[a-lonely-dunedain]

39 for ethedis?

39 Avoiding a conversation.

Isengard sure is the Situation that keeps on Situation-ing huh! even long after your characters have left and are Safe. (: Ethedis has decided that, no she would rather not process her trauma tonight, thank you very much.

She didn’t like to talk about it, about Isengard. 

None of them did, understandably, but her case was for slightly different reasons. 

It wasn’t because she had endured torments any more terrible, quite the opposite in fact, and that was the problem. Between Tossir and Lothrandir’s efforts to draw the ire of their captors –in true ranger fashion– Ethedis had gotten off lightly, compared to them at least. 

Which wasn’t saying much all things considered, but it was enough for some part of her deep down to think she had no right to complain. She didn’t have it as bad as them after all, it wouldn’t be worth troubling anyone over. It would be more selfish than anything.

Her friends’ concern was better spent elsewhere, she thought, though she still flinched when someone moved a little too quickly around her. It’s not worth the worry, she thinks, even as her mind still wanders to dark rooms and laughing uruks when she walks past a smithy and sees the red-hot iron and feels the heat of the forge.

But now, after the end of the war, she found that Corunir’s worry, once pulled in a million different directions, had precious little else to focus on besides a single point named ‘Ethedis’

Somehow, that just made her feel worse.

Corunir could tell plainly that her heart was troubled despite the end of the war, but always she would dismiss it as something mundane. Just being tired or something like that. She could tell he wasn’t buying it, but she still didn’t wish to tell him about it. The last thing he needs is to be burdened with such things, she thinks, as if her wellbeing is a burden.

Now she wanders aimlessly through the gardens of the upper city, stolen from their bed at some unholy hour by dreams she would rather not recall.

“Ethedis, are you feeling alright—?” Corunir almost startles her.

“Of course, never better!” She replies a little too quickly to be convincing, smile a little too wide to be genuine.

“I see…” the concern is evident on his face, guilt writhes in her stomach. “Just wondering why you happen to be up at such an odd hour then”

“I merely wished to enjoy the fresh night air” she assures cheerfully. It wasn’t really a lie, she found the starlight and cricket songs soothed her anxious mind, a little bit at least. But she had neglected to mention that part, even though she knew it’s what Corunir’s question was really getting at.

“Well, care if I join you then?” he moves to walk beside her.

“Oh, don’t let me keep you up-”

“Please, I insist” she’s not getting out of it that easily “I wouldn’t want to return to bed without you anyway.”

“…sorry to have woken you.” She wishes she hadn’t made so much noise fumbling around their room for her robe before she left.

“Think nothing of it. If I valued sleep over your wellbeing I would not be out here.” he says plainly.

“My wellbeing? I assure you everything is fine.” She insists. Lies, actually.

They stop near one of the fountains, its gentle music filling the silence as Corunir searches for the right words.

“If I may be so bold…” he eventually says “I think I have known you long enough to tell a genuine smile from one that is forced. And I have seen more of the former and less of the latter as of late. Something is troubling you, isn’t it?” His tone is gentle and not at all accusatory, yet somehow Ethedis still feels cornered.

Just her, Corunir, and the Mûmakil in the room she would rather not address.

“…is it that obvious?” she asks a little sheepishly

“Maybe not to everyone, but I’ve… developed an eye for such things, you might say. Is it one of your wounds again? We may want to have a healer take a look-”

She shakes her head “No no, it isn’t that. The healers have tended to them well, I hardly feel them anymore, and when I do it is quite manageable.” Almost a lie, technically the truth. It was indeed old wounds bothering her, but not of the physical sort and not from the Morannon.

“I’m just… worried about Tossdir, that’s all.” There was plenty of truth in that statement, though not the whole of it. It seemed enough to convince Corunir at least, and he gives her an understanding nod with a thoughtful hum. 

Tossdir wasn’t in the city anymore, as he had escaped serious injury in the Morannon and grew restless knowing some foes may still lurk in the corners of Dagorlad and Ithilien. As far as Ethedis and Corunir knew, he was still there with Faeron, helping the Rangers of Ithilien rout out what scattered foes lingered in their lands.

“I’m worried too, but it will do him no good for us to lose sleep over it. He’s not out there alone after all, he will have plenty of capable friends there to watch out for him.” He puts a comforting arm around her shoulder, Ethedis just breathes a small sigh of relief for the fact that he’s no longer asking well-intentioned questions she doesn't know how to answer. She leans into him a little bit. “And besides, it’s not as if he’s actually gone to Mordor. Just… a little too close to it for comfort.” He seemed to be speaking to reassure himself just as much as Ethedis. “But he will be fine, I am sure of it.”

“Hmm, you’re probably right...” Ethedis just stands there under his arm for a little bit, wishing she felt brave enough to be honest with him.

But what good would it do either of them if he knew? some part of her thought it might feel better to talk about it, but was it worth it? Worth burdening Corunir with the memories that tormented her so? the beatings and the fire and the torture- No, no it wasn't worth it. She should keep that to herself, she survived it after all, she will be fine. She has to be.

"Well! we should probably head back now." she announces rather abruptly before pulling away. Corunir looks a little taken aback, but follows her back to the guest-house.

"Of course... just, if there's anything else-" "I will tell you, don't worry."

[sleeping-diary-the-fic]

Sleeping diary (a pink aftermare story)

Chapter 4: What a discoberry!

First Previous

Berlingot stared at his notebook. Stared at the words. 

“Who are you?”

Three words.

That shouldn't be here. And that was giving him what seemed very close to an existential crisis. 

How dared a weird notebook make him feel like that? What was up with it anyways? He let his fingers trail against the wood, focusing on the texture to calm his nerves. 

There.

He was holding a notebook that for some reason answered him. Now, theories.

1-He was dreaming.

2-The notebook is sentient.

3-Someone is talking to him through his notebook somehow?

4- Fancier Magic notebook ever

Berlingot sighed and leaned back, forgetting to keep a hold on the book which unbeknownst to him was inexorably sliding down.

He barely managed to grab it when it ended up falling and he had an even worse balancing back on the branch after the stunt. 

The guardian was now fully upside-down, his legs around the branch the only thing keeping him from crashing down… On top of his sleeping brother who somehow rolled in his sleep to be right under him.

An instant passed as Berlingot stared down.

At Dream snoozling soundly, draped in a comfy looking pastel blue and pink blanket. 

Should he tell him about the notebook? He didn't keep a lot of things from his twin… What would Drea- Marianne think about this? 

He'd want to play with the "haunted" book too, he bet! Berlingot chuckled at the thought of him chasing him down the hill for it (maybe he'd throw a boot or two to slow him down) but…

His arms tightened around the diary.

…

He clumsily righted himself back on his branch.

Maybe he could keep it a secret for at least a while? It was HIS gift after all.

Now more confident about his decision, he carefully rolled around to lie with the diary in front of him.

He should answer that, shouldn't he?

The apple spirit sighed deeply before grabbing once again his trusty pen and wrote what he decided was his name despite his shaking hands and his wildly swooshing internal energy.

"Berlingot."

And then, because it was only polite to ask as well, he added "and you?" right under it.

Now, he just had to wait for an answer.

His feet were kicking in the air. He wrote his name! Like it was always his! 

In his euphoria, he stopped watching over the page for new words.

But when he finally calmed down, nothing.

The page was still empty?

Why? No, come back! Please, he needed that! 

Berlingot could feel his eye sockets getting slightly damp and tried to keep the panic down.

He scribbled some other words.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to! I just wanted to have something to call you, you know?”

Yes! Maybe, it was shy ? Maybe it didn't have a name and it was embarrassed, that was all! It? They? He? She? 

He had so many questions.

Stars continued to twinkle over him and wind continued to ruffle the leaves around him while he waited impatiently.

There!

The pink words!!!

There were back!!!!

"You may call me Orchid then."

Orchid? Like the flower? He read about this one once, never encountered once.

It was a pretty name.

Now! Questions!

"Ok Orchid! Nice to meet you! Do you mind if I ask you something I was wondering about?"

"Not at all, as long as you answer my own questions, Berlingot."

A squeal escaped him before he could hold it in at being referred to with his (newish) name by whatever/whoever this was.

He quickly glanced down to the floor, suddenly anxious, but the soft breathing down there didn’t change.

Focus.

The questions.

He went back to writing with gusto.

"Let’s take turns asking ! What are you ?"

Ok, maybe that was a bit clumsily asked but he really wanted to know.

"I’m someone. Are you asking for my specie ?"

Before he could ever consider writing something back, Orchid added something else.

"Are you alive ?"

It confused him for a second before he furiously scrambled his answer, bold streaks of purple against white paper.

"YES, OF COURSE I’M ALIVE. What kind of question is that ?"

"I had to make sure, in case. I assume you wouldn’t know how this happened ?"

"I thought you’d know since you’re in my diary…"

"A diary, uh ? I have a few theories but nothing conclusive yet. Where are you ? As in the place."

"Hey, it was my turn !"

"Gotta be faster, kid. "

"I am not a kid!"

"You sure do sound like one."

"YOU’RE THE KID!!!"

"Sure, kiddo."

"I’m an adult-"

"I’ll leave you the benefit of the doubt for now."

"..."

Was this stranger trying to annoy him? Berlingot was just going to ignore that for now.

"So what are your questions so you can answer mine after?"

"Oh uh. Do you like pajama parties ? I’m at the tree of feelings."

"… I used to at least. We did a lot when we were younger. A tree ? I never heard of that one ? What kind of tree are we talking about ?"

"We ? An apple tree. It’s weird you never heard of it. You’re not from around, are you ?"

"You could say that. Oh forget about that, it’s in the past. What kind of apple tree ? I never saw one but I know they make nice flowers. Maybe you could sketch me one ?"

"Oh. It’s a unique kind of apple tree. Trust me I searched in various plant books and I didn’t find anything similar. I don’t draw well, I’m not sure that would help..."

"Could you maybe describe a flower for me ?"

"Let me give it a try.”

He stared at a flower not far over his head and started to describe it the best he could.

“They’re small. The inside is white but it has yellow undertones, it almost sparkles. The outside is darker, stained with black in random places. It smells good under the rain but usually it doesn’t make sense at all. Sometimes when the wind is strong, the petals fall but they fade the instant they touch the ground. It turns pink when the sun rises or sets. The insects never approach them. They’re here all year and only turn into fruits when an apple is taken so the count stays the same…"

While he wrote all he could think of, he could see a drawing starting to take form next to his words. He made sure to actually leave enough space for Orchid to continue. He made small comments (" no the petals are a bit less roundish and they’re a bit thicker than average as if two petals were stuck together, the stamens glow in the dark!...”) to adjust the drawing until it was the closest drawing he ever saw of the flowers.

“You draw well!”

“Thanks, that’s a hobby.” 

Berlingot yawned and glanced at the sky. The dark blue was slowly but steadily becoming lighter. Maybe he should call it a day, or a night.

“Orchid, I had fun but I am getting very tired. Good night?”

“Oh forgive me, it’s hard to tell time here, rest well Berlingot.”

“Will you still be here tomorrow?”

“I can’t promise but I’ll try, would that be enough?”

“It is, thanks and good night!”

Berlingot closed the diary and shuffled to get comfortable.

Soon his eyes closed, exhaustion finally catching up over him and he let himself drift softly into a comatose state.

Please, be there tomorrow.

End of chapter 4! Go to next chapter?

Dreamtale belongs to @/jokublog Aftertale belongs to @/loverofpiggies

Berlingot and Orchid belong to me Marianne (who is sleeping but I guess he's mentioned so) belongs to @yuriyuruandyuraart

@dragon-tamer-1

@shinechermont

[coffee-styles]

If youre taking requests I desperately need some Eddie x reader where reader is afraid of thunderstorms and they both get caught in the rain and reader has to stay the night at Eddie's trailer. Eddie does everything in his power to make sure reader is comfortable and feeling safe, maybe ending with some smut <33

omggg stoppp i loveeee this, i really do but idk if smut would fr fit the mood...if u want make another request that fits smut so i could have a plot ml. sorryyy😔 alr so im kinda doing hw rn so ima try to make this cute but quick so...sorry <33 (it wasn't short 😭🥴🤭)

"I promise you it looks like it's about to rain." you worryingly told Eddie, as he is driving his van to his trailer.

"Kind of, but it hasn't rained in like a month and I like the rain...it's almost as calming as your light coffee scent." Eddie compliments. You don't hate or dislike the rain to be honest, but thunderstorms? Oh boy, you HATE them. Ever since you were a little girl, it used to rain a lot in your town. Being born in Florida, it's usually dry and humid in the Summer but kinda rainy in the beginnings of fall. One of your friends had a neighbor pass away because of a bad thunderstorm one night, the lightning struck them so hard, it made a dent in the grass. You weren't that close with that friend, but you used to be the bestest of friends until she had to move to a plain old house in West Palm Beach...literally in the middle of nowhere. It was pure grass all around. Honestly, you both are like strangers. But ever since that day, you've always worried about the dangerous lightning.

"-you know? So, honestly I just kind of ignored him before I said something to make him regret he ever breathed near me. But as scary as I may look, I don't like being that mean. uhm...y/n? hellooo?" Eddie pulled you from your thoughts as he snapped his fingers in front of your face, still trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"Hm? Yea, yea...sorry. I'm just a bit tir-"

"Tired...yea, I know. That's the third time you've told me that since our way back from the movies. Are you ok? Is it school? Me? Did I do something?" Eddie interrupts.

"What? No...no, it's just I didn't get much sleep last night and-" you get interrupted again. "No y/n...don't lie to me. I know when you're lying. Tell me what's wrong. Is it homework? If it is, don't worry about it, I have a homework pass AND before you say anything about how you don't like using them, it's fine to not do your homework."

"I don't need one, Eds. Thank you though." you say, sounding a bit more stressed.

"We'll be at my trailer in like 5 minutes, my love, and then you can do your homework." you lover tells you as if it'd calm you down. You never really liked seeming weak. You always hated it, feeling like your worthless. Eddie was perfect and comforting, kind, funny, caring and thoughtful, but you were worried he'd think you were childish for having an extreme fear over LIGHTNING.

"Alright, babe, we're here." Eddie says, snapping you back to reality but so does the big thunder that suddenly bangs and rings in your ear. The windows looked so blurry, you felt like your vision would blur as well if you get off the car. Not wanting to worry Eddie, you grab your backpack and throw on the hoodie part of the jacket you stole from Eddie.

You guys get off the car, and right as Eddie opens the door for you, BANG! Thunder and lightning ring in your ears once more, but louder making you slightly jump.

"Hey, you ok?" Eddie says as he shuts the door to the trailer he shares with his uncle. "Uhm...yea. Thunder just scared me." you laugh nervously.

"Y/n....I can tell something is bothering you. Please tell me what's wrong." your soulmate tells you. "It's nothing, really. Can we just go cuddle? Please?" you say, trying not to sound anxious.

He sighs but says, "Yea, sure."

Walking into the room, you notice the beautiful electric guitar that Eddie adored, remembering the one time Eddie played one of your favorite songs Everybody Wants to Rule The World by Tears For Fears, along with Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen because who doesn't love Queen? You take off your jacket and place it on one end of Eddie's bed.

"You want something to eat or drink, babe?" Eddie says randomly making you jump once more. "Uhm....no thank you, Eds."

"You keep flinching. What's wrong? And don't say 'nothing' because it isn't nothing." Eddie says before you respond with "Okay, it is something but I don't wanna tell you."

"Why? Darling, you can trust me with anything." Eddie says is a calm and soft tone, sitting down on the bed, patting his side for you to sit down.

"No, you're gonna think of me as a pathetic child" you say, sitting on his left leg.

"Baby, nothing and no one will EVER make me think that. EVER. Alright? I promise you I won't judge you." Eddie says, calming you down a bit. "I love everything about you. From your beautiful h/c to the way you trip over your own feet sometimes. I love every. single. inch. of you." He places a kiss onto your cheek.

"It's just..." you take a slight pause and softly sigh before continuing. "I'm scared of thunder and lightning." you whisper softly but loud enough for him to hear me. You hear Eddie chuckle, when you look at him he just smiles and says "Babe, are you serious?"

You go to stand up from him leg saying, "I know, it's childish. But it's just scary."

He grabs your wrist softly and places you back on his leg, saying "Angle...it's not stupid. It's actually kind of cute. You're this small little person and being scared of thunder just makes you seem even more adorable. You know, I was HORRIFIED of lightning and thunder as well when I was like nine and I just realized that it was something unique from nature. It's like when we've had a bad day, we burst out into tears and take it out on others sometimes, same thing with storms. It's rough when the rain gets out of hand, you know? I still love you, always have and always will, babe." Eddie says smiling at you adorable pout.

"Yea...I guess" you say getting a bit distracted with playing with his hair.

"And I'm not here to make you change your thoughts on it, but there's nothing to be ashamed of." Eddie says.

"I love you sooo much" Eddie says after a moment of silence, kissing your soft lips.

"I love you more, my love" you say.

[sucuretcannelle]

INTEGRITY– Do they stand firm in their beliefs? Would they lie or refrain from disagreeing to avoid confrontation?

LOVE– What attachment styles do they experience? How involved are they in their friends, family, and loved one’s worries, hopes, or goals? Do they turn to their loved ones for support? Do they let people who love them help them?

SELF-CONTROL– How easy is it for them to perform a new task well? If they want something, how hard is it for them to wait?

For Ai, Nash, and Jason ^ :D

𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡

—Aibreanne Raye Haius, Heiress to the Empire

INTEGRITY– Do they stand firm in their beliefs? Would they lie or refrain from disagreeing to avoid confrontation?

Aibreanne can be a bit shifty with some of her beliefs, but that's because she's in a position where she's constantly learning things. If it's something deeply relating to her character, it'll take way longer for her to change her opinion.

Aibreanne doesn't lie a lot, but that doesn't mean she strives to be honest most of the time. If there is something she wants to hide, she just stays neutral when asked about it. Usually it is to avoid confrontation about things she's not quite ready to talk about.

LOVE– What attachment styles do they experience? How involved are they in their friends, family, and loved one’s worries, hopes, or goals? Do they turn to their loved ones for support? Do they let people who love them help them?

Disorganized and anxious. It's not that surprising, her parents weren't the best and she never felt like anything she did was valid. She found it difficult to trust others and herself, has a strong fear of rejection, and an intense fear of abandonment. She doesn't show these things as much as she used to, but they're very much still there, and she may have gained some problems along the way.

Ai listens to her family and friends whenever they want to talk to her. With people she's closer with/less nervous around (Eliana, Char, and Alexi), she might press to know about their worries and goals, but that's just because she cares about them and wants to see them succeed.

Her first line of support is her parental figures (the mentors) and if they aren't available then she goes to Alexi and her closer friends...but that's only when she knows she can't fix her problems easily or quickly.

While she likes support and encouraging words, she feels a bit of panic when they offer to help. It makes her feel like she's putting some weight on their shoulders and that's the last thing she wants. If they do follow through with it anyway, she does end up feeling extremely grateful.

SELF-CONTROL– How easy is it for them to perform a new task well? If they want something, how hard is it for them to wait?

Aibreanne is a jack of all trades, so most of the time she can be unusually good at things even though she claims that she's never done them before.

Aibreanne is getting more used to being Wrath, but wrath is just now starting to get used to her. Due to her sin (and a lack of stability with her powers revolving around it), recently, she's been starting to get physically ill when she has to wait too long for something. In fact, she's been getting a bit ill with things that would normally irritate her just a bit. She should get that checked out

Anyway with time it'll even out but she still won't have the patience she used to have when she was a mortal

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

—Nash Morningstar, Bounty Hunter

INTEGRITY– Do they stand firm in their beliefs? Would they lie or refrain from disagreeing to avoid confrontation?

Always. The only way someone could convince him to change his beliefs is when they do not service him anymore

Nash only really lies about small things. Big things? He usually does them on purpose and doesn't feel the need to lie about them unless it'll cause chaos around him for a long time

LOVE– What attachment styles do they experience? How involved are they in their friends, family, and loved one’s worries, hopes, or goals? Do they turn to their loved ones for support? Do they let people who love them help them?

Avoidant. He loves being around people but deep down he feels like he can either do just fine without them or he doesn't feel as connected to them as he thinks he is. It's not like he's not used to fending for himself either, that's what he grew up doing, and he could easily go back to that. He doesn't really acknowledge the fact that there are people that actually do love him and care for him.

Nash does find a lot of joy in helping the people he's closer to, even if he doesn't usually show that.

He tries his hardest not to turn to others for support (with serious problems). He finds it extremely humiliating when he can't do everything on his own and it's best if he's just left alone with his problems until he gives in and asks for help.

SELF-CONTROL– How easy is it for them to perform a new task well? If they want something, how hard is it for them to wait?

Depends on what it is. He can be either really good at it or really bad, no in-between.

Nash cannot wait for anything to save his life. If he wants something, he'll whine and complain about it till he gets it. Eventually he does fall silent though, which is kinda scary.

—Jason Jones, Lakeland Nurse

INTEGRITY– Do they stand firm in their beliefs? Would they lie or refrain from disagreeing to avoid confrontation?

Sometimes, not always. If he finds a few good reasons to change them, then he will.

Jason lies a lot. Most of them are to prevent arguments and it usually works. However, he can't really bring himself to lie about things that he knows will catch up to him in the near future.

LOVE– What attachment styles do they experience? How involved are they in their friends, family, and loved one’s worries, hopes, or goals? Do they turn to their loved ones for support? Do they let people who love them help them?

A bit avoidant. After the death of his father he felt like he had to take care of everyone it affected, so he's not used to taking care of his own problems (he just lets them sit) and letting people help him.

With family, he usually wants to know what's going on with them (good and bad) and nothing will really get him to change that. With friends, sure he would like to know, but he wouldn't really ask unless they haven't talked about them in a long time.

Jason doesn't like to lean on others if he has the chance. He doesn't want to make them worry so he just keeps quiet about most of his issues.

If they really want to help, he won't stop them, but he might just give a simple "don't make me say I told you so" if he feels like the problem is deeper than they make it out to be

SELF-CONTROL– How easy is it for them to perform a new task well? If they want something, how hard is it for them to wait?

Jason is pretty average at everything. If it's a harder task, of course he's gonna struggle, but his skills are never surprisingly good or surprisingly bad

Jason is a very patient person, and that's a huge negative for him. He tends to wait for things that won't ever happen and it takes other people around him to make him snap out of it

[eternal-love-song]

A Warm Mug And Hands In My Hair

Maki can't sleep and shares a rare moment of bonding with Kokichi.

[Maki/Kokichi] [Non despair, friendship, pre-relationship, insomnia, hair brushing, fluff]

It was late when Maki stumbled out of her room. It had been another night of restlessness and staring at the ceiling, and she'd finally decided to stop laying around and hoping for sleep. She often had nights like this since moving into the dorms, nights where the quiet of the dorm was so different from the constant noise of her old orphanage that it was impossible to sleep. Nights where the calm made her feel nervous, like she was in the eye of a storm and just waiting to see what hurricane had come along to wreak havoc. Nights where she needed to do something or she felt useless and anxious.

Maki's talent may have been a lie, but she couldn't deny that it was a lie she had long grown into. She was used to taking care of people and her instincts to do so sometimes nagged at her brain. It used to be that the names and faces of the kids from her orphanage were the things that kept her up at night, wondering if they were doing okay without her. Now, it was her classmates. 

Despite trying to keep her distance from them, Maki had learned a lot about her classmates. Living in close quarters often had that effect on people and many of her classmates were loud and prone to oversharing. It was impossible to avoid, really. So she spent an hour wondering if Angie would be able to sleep when it was too quiet, since she was used to the ocean and birdsong and people being near her; if Ryoma would be able to settle down when she'd noticed his legs or hands being restless during the day and knew he hadn't gotten to the training field; if Kaede was staying up worrying about her sister because she had gotten bad news the day before and the worried look on her face had been lingering all day.

Maki didn't tend to get involved with things, didn't try to help, but the thoughts still managed to get stuck in her head sometimes.

"Hey, what are you doing up?" 

Maki stopped in her tracks as she spotted Kokichi sitting on the couch in the common room. He looked tired, sleepless like she had been, arms wrapped around a pillow and a mug of something steaming on the table in front of him. Kokichi was different from all her classmates in that she didn't know anything about him. He lied all the time and unlike some of their classmates, she wasn't interested in trying to untangle the truth from the lies. It wasn't her place and he wasn't her responsibility. So seeing him sitting there, tired and quiet and so unlike his usual self, Maki felt... nothing.

A good nothing. She didn't have a million popups in her brain suggesting what might be wrong, or how to capitalize on that weakness or how to soothe it, what she should or shouldn't be doing. He was just a classmate that couldn't sleep. Just like her.

Maki took so long to answer that Kokichi raised his eyebrow at her. "You're not some sleep deprived hallucination, are you? That would be kinda weird."

"No," she finally spoke. "I'm not a hallucination. I was just surprised."

"Wow, seeing a student in a school! The world will never cease to amaze," he said sarcastically. 

Maki just rolled her eyes and, with a bit of hesitation, decided to sit down on the other end of the couch. "Shut  up. I just wasn't expecting anyone else to be up."

"I'm always up," he said without missing a beat. "I don't sleep. I've evolved beyond the need for such earthly desires."

"Hm, the bags under your eyes tell a different story."

"Those are cosmetic," he said quickly, smiling the more lies came through his lips. "They make me look ominous. I used them to pretend to be a ghost and scare Kaito when he has to get up to use the bathroom at 4a.m."

"Does that ever work?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Kokichi shrugged. "It did last week."

She did remember the dorm being awoken by a scream last week, but Kaito had never said what it was that had scared him. Again, Maki wouldn't bother trying to decide if he was telling the truth or not, it didn't really matter to her.

"What about you? Why are you up?" he asked. He shifted on the couch so that he was facing her more fully, clutching the pillow to his chest almost like a shield. 

"The obvious reason," she answered. "I couldn't sleep."

"Too quiet for you?" he asked, oddly hitting the nail on the head. "Should I push a few cups off the counter to remind you of home?"

Maki frowned at him. "What are you, a cat?"

Kokichi grinned at her. "Nishishi, wouldn't you like to know."

She rolled her eyes. "You can't be a cat if you're claiming not to sleep.  That's their main thing."

"No, their main thing is chaos. Sleeping is how they charge their chaos meter."

"Even more reason you're wrong. Your chaos meter never runs out."

"Aww, a compliment from Maki! Now I can die happy."

"You consider that a compliment?"

"When it's from Maki, it is!" He sat up leaning closer to her. "Doesn't everyone want to be acknowledged for what they're best at?"

Maki leaned away from him, but found herself getting more comfortable on the couch rather than less. Kokichi could be a handful, but he was being oddly sedated even with the joking he was doing. It was kind of nice. Maki didn't know that he had a calmer mode compared to his usual. 

"Is your talent chaos now?"

"Always has been," he told her with a grin. 

Maki just shook her head. "I don't know why I bother."

Kokichi moved closer to her again. "Really though, if you're tired, I can help."

Maki gave him a narrowed eyed look. "Why?"

Kokichi gave her a flat look in return. "Uh, because you're tired and you look so stressed and grumpy that you might try and push someone out a window tomorrow when they inevitably annoy you."

"It's not inevitable," she grumbled, though she knew as well as he did that she had a short fuse and the class was good at pushing her buttons. Kokichi was usually included in that, but even she could recognize that it was more on purpose than accidental with him. Rarely had he ever annoyed her when he wasn't trying.

"They get on your nerves as much as they get on mine, but I'm better at hiding it."

Maki looked away from her, feeling her cheeks puff out in annoyance that he was able to read her so well. "Whatever."

Kokichi pushed the mug on the table toward her. "Here. It's hot chocolate. You should drink it."

"That's been on the table for--"

"It's still warm," he interrupted. "I superheat it to the point it would explode your tongue if you tried to drink it too quickly."

Maki still hesitated. Kokichi pushed the mug even closer before she finally gave in and picked the mug. She was surprised that it was still warm and it actually relaxed her a bit when she drank it.

"Nishishi, you've fallen for my trick, it's actually poisoned."

"Shut up, Kokichi."

He laughed more, putting his pillow to the side and moving closer to her. "Turn around, I'll brush your hair."

"What? Why?"

"To help you sleep." He said with an eye roll, as if it was obvious.

"Why do you think that will help?"

"Just turn around," he insisted, pushing on her shoulder. She reluctantly followed the movement. It felt weird to allow him to be at her back, but she doubted there was anything he could do to hurt her. Not that she thought he wanted to, but the thought still came to mind. He pulled her pigtails out and run his fingers through her hair, which was surprisingly soothing. "You're a more touchy person than you think you are, Maki."

"What makes you say that?" she asked. 

"You're just like Angie, used to having people around you all the time. But you're used to kids that don't care if you tell them to leave you alone and will climb all over you even if you're kind mad at them, and here all you have is Kaede and Kaito trying to talk you into doing dumb stuff. It's not the same."

"You talk like you know what it's like," she said softly.

"Maybe I do," he answered just as softly. "Or maybe I'm just more observant than you all think. I'm not a supreme leader for nothing."

"Hmm." Maki took another sip from the hot chocolate, surprised by how soothing the moment felt. "Well, maybe you're not as bad at being a leader as I thought."

"Maybe so," he agreed. Kokichi continued combing his fingers through her head until she did end up falling asleep.

[cynettic]

Hello, can I request a reaction with childe, albedo, xiao and diluc where their SO is pretty clumsy and one day, they (the characters) just snap and say mean things? Please end it with comfort or something nice, my heart isnt strong enough to handle full angst :')

Clumsy S/O x Genshin

Summary - As someone clumsy, the genshin boys often pay special attention to your little accidents and mishaps. One day they snap, comforting ending though ;-;

Pairings - ClumsyReader x Childe / Albedo / Xiao / Diluc

Warnings - A bit of possessive behaviour for Xiao- but otherwise, a tad bit of angst at the beginning of each one.

A/N - After I wrote Albedo’s hc I realized that seeing him angry… would be really hot. Might write up a degradation one after-

Childe

“Stop it! It’s not funny anymore!”

It wasn’t surprising that once again, you’d managed to trip on your own feet and now somehow the vase sitting on the stool next to the couch had fallen… and broke.

But it was the first time you’d heard those words come from him.

“What do you mean… stop?”

Childe had never said anything about your clumsy antics, always picking you up and laughing or teasing the situation off. On the occasion that you got hurt, he’d tend to your wounds and make you promise to be more careful. Of course there was always a next time, and next time, and text time…

Until Childe had enough.

“From falling- tripping over your feet and taking down everything with you! No one tumbles around this much… so either you’re just doing this for fun or- or…”

He began to realize after those words that he’d taken it too far. When glancing at your teary eyes and how your figure started to shake he knew he couldn’t take those words back.

He knew it wasn’t your fault, he knew you tried to be as careful as you could.

But it was so frustrating.

You were still laying on the ground from the fall, and he bent down to help you up. You didn’t look him in the eyes, and an empty feeling buried itself in his stomach when you stood up.

“I’m… sorry.”

It was you who spoke these words, shoulders still shaking. You knew it might’ve been frustrating or annoying for Childe.

The two of you are just standing there, Childe feeling ten times guiltier because you apologized, and you feeling terrible because you’d broken another vase and he’d yelled at you for it.

The two of you feel so bad about it- ;-;

It isn’t till Childe acts out and pulls you into a hug that you realize he felt bad for yelling at you. Sure he may have been frustrated, but it was only cause he was worried about your well being, he didnt want you getting hurt.

“Im sorry Y/n… I didn’t mean to act out like that. I know you're trying your best.”

Albedo

“What happened.”

It was supposed to come out as a question, his eyes trailing over the mess of his lab and the sorry pitiful state it was in.

It didn’t come out sounding like a question.

Seeing Albedo angry of all things was only a myth among the knights of Favonius, a joke to Klee, and a topic never brought up to the citizens of Monstadt.

Albedo? Mad?? Impossible.

Well, you were living proof that it indeed wasnt a myth to see the alchemist angry.

“I fell…” was all you said in response to his glare. “I wasn’t paying attention and I tripped against the table… I’m sorry…”

Of course you were sorry, just waiting for Albedo to get home and maybe scanning the lab and all his experiments while he was away. No bad intentions, but unfortunately your bad habit of tripping over your own feet summoned itself at the worst moments.

Usually, Albedo would catch you with utmost ease. A reflex he’d learned from Klee before she went sprinting out to cause more of a ruckus. If you were to get hurt, he’d usher or carry you back into his house before patching you up. It was always quick and painless, but he made you repeat why you’d fell and how to avoid it.

Albedo wouldn’t be comforting you now.

“You fell?” He simply asked, his tone menacing enough to know that it was something important in that jumble of experiments. “You seem to do that a lot nowadays don’t you?”

You’re at a loss for words, “I’ll help you clean it up… I didn’t mean to-”

Not wanting to mention how the glass shards had cut your hand, you stood up with wobbly knees to start picking up the pieces of glass. You were sure your boyfriend had put a lot of work towards this, and you felt terrible for having ruined it all.

Albedo isn’t a savage tho.

He notices the cut on your palm, and your shaky figure as you begin to clean up the mess you’d made. He knows that cleaning up the lab as soon as possible is important, but you’re still his top priority.

“Come here.”

When you don’t immediately go to him, he walks to you. Taking your wrists and getting a good view of the injury. He tugs you to the doorway to get you fixed up, and realizes that you’re shaking, a little bit too much…

“It… seems I was a bit too harsh earlier.” He fully faces you, expression softening. “I’m sorry, I know you didn’t mean to, none of the items on the table were of any importance if it makes you feel better.”

Please let him wipe any stray tears if you do cry, he didn’t mean to sound so angry, and really doesn’t care too much about what was on that table. Poor man’s just had a tough day at work.

Xiao

“I worry for you, every single minute of every goddamn day- every moment that my eyes aren't on you! Why don’t you make it easier for me and just sit still?!”

Xiao is protective.

That fact is known, its accepted, you might even find it endearing.

But Xiao has lived a much longer life than you, he’s seen the people he loves crumple and drain away. Watched them fade from his life one at a time, so he’s dedicated to making sure you stick around.

He knows that eternity isn’t an option for you, so he makes sure that the time you both have together is s a f e . Which means yes, he will catch you every single time you fall. Especially if it’s off the Wangshu stairs that you somehow always trip on?

The poor boy worries excessively for you, so much that he will try to hurry up the process of clearing out the normal hilichurls or threats that lie around Liyue Port.

But on the very rare occasion that you somehow end up into trouble without him there…

You don’t yell “Xiao” like he told you to, you know he makes such an effort on making you safe, a bit too much… you don’t want to summon him to every trouble you have. You’re independent, one scrape isn’t going to kill you.

“I’m fine,” you simply say when he comes back to find your whole hand encompassed in bandages. “Just tripped.”

Xiao is not impressed.

He worries too much, far too much, and seeing you brush it off when he tries so hard to make sure you’re never in pain- he wishes you’d just sit still, wait for him and not trip on your own feet when doing such mundane things.

“I worry for you, every single minute of every goddamn day- every moment that my eyes aren't on you! Why don’t you make it easier for me and just sit still?!”

You’re obviously taken aback by the statement, “Xiao?” You offer him a comforting hug, trying to loosen his stiff muscles. “It’s impossible from protecting me from everything y’know… I appreciate your worry but I’m fine.”

But that’s a matter that is strained between the two of you, and will continue to be that way until either Xiao somehow lets go of his protective anxious faze, or you just accept it.

Either way, the boy will continue to catch you when you fall. Even if you broke apart from him, left him, you’d still occasionally feel the lightest touch when you trip over your feet and feel yourself steadied.

Diluc

“Are you doing this on purpose?!”

Just like Xiao, Diluc is fairly protective over you, especially if it concerns your health.

He’s often not quick enough to catch you, but instead picks you up in his arms and sits you on the table to make sure you’re not hurt.

You often get bruises, but nothing more serious. He makes sure to kiss them better- something you jokingly stated once, and he’s actually taken it seriously.

“Kissing it will make it feel better? You’re sure?”

Overall, Diluc was very understanding to your clumsy antics. Maybe even find it endearing on a hard day of work, either way, he’d never yell at you for it.

Until he had enough.

It’s exhausting, to hear something clatter and know that you’d probably tripped. Tripped and harmed yourself in one way or another, the options were infinite, and Diluc’s anxiety could heighten at the slightest crashing noise.

“Are you doing this on purpose?!”

Eventually it became too much and he asked you that exact question, hands tangling through his hair as he stared at you wide eyed, furious. There you were on the floor, just a single chair knocked down as you were beginning to shakily stand back up.

“No… of course not. I wouldn’t do these things for fun-“

It’s not like you enjoyed absentmindedly stumbling into objects, it just… happened. Diluc was usually so patient and understanding… so why?

“I know… it’s just...” he rubbed the temples on either side of his face with his thumbs, frown set in a line. “I keep worrying and worrying- every time I hear a noise like that…”

It doesn’t take long for him to sort this out through a conversation, and then settle that you need to be more mindful and careful, something you have to improve on. He will simply watch on the sidelines, catch you when he can, and coax you when you end up hurt.

[buckyownsmylife]

Cherry Bomb - Sebastian Stan smut

The one where your mob boyfriend will do anything to get you pregnant - including fucking you in front of his friends

Warnings: smut, exhibitionism, kind of praise kink, breeding kink, mob au, daddy kink, mention of diabetes in dirty talk? I swear it makes sense, squirting, 

A/N:  Thank you to my love, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ for reading this over for me. This is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. Hope you guys like it!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Baby, come here.” The sound of his voice surprised me, almost making me drop the tray of cookies I was carrying. When Sebastian told me he’d have a meeting in his office for the better part of the evening, I’d anticipated a pretty boring day by myself - hence the idea of baking to try to occupy my mind with something.

I definitely didn’t expect to be called into said meeting, and couldn’t think of a good reason why that was the case. Still, I didn’t have any reason to disobey him either. In fact, I knew it better than to do that, by now.

So my feet took me in the direction of the only room in the house I didn’t get to spend much time in: his office, my curiosity driving me as much as my eagerness to see him again. It didn’t matter it had only been a couple of hours, I was always desperate for him and his touch.

Thankfully, it seemed like he felt the same. Upon seeing my face appear on the threshold of the door, his usually mean demeanor changed to welcome an excited - if not slightly mischievous - smile, and he reached out to me, almost anxious to feel me near again.

“There you are.” Once on his lap, I relished on the sensation of feeling safe and cared for. This man, who was the cause of so many people’s nightmares and shivers, only ever meant peace and bliss to me. “Where are your manners, honey? C’mon, greet my friends like the good girl I know you are.”

Startled, I took my face out of its preferred hiding spot - the crook of Sebastian’s neck - to finally take notice of the other men in the room: Chris and Anthony, my boyfriend’s closest associates.

“I’m sorry,” I was quick to retract myself, opening up a smile that I hoped would be enough to get me to be forgiven. “It’s nice to see you guys.” The men in question chuckled, and thankfully my minor misbehavior didn’t seem to have affected the atmosphere in the room too badly.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Anthony nodded towards me, his eyes glinting with something I didn’t quite understand. “We all know how you can get when Sebastian calls for you.” My face warmed up with this acknowledgment, and I fought the instinct to hide it against my boyfriend again. Meanwhile, said boyfriend just chuckled lightly, rubbing circles on my back as if he knew it eased my embarrassment somewhat.

“You know I’m just as crazy when you’re around, princess.” That did make me feel a little bit better, and the comments from the other men only helped me further.

“Crazy, possessive, insane…” Anthony counted, his head tilting from one side to another with each word that fell from his lips.

“When she’s around and when she isn’t,” Chris added. I didn’t have to look at my boyfriend to know that he was steaming as he stared his friends down - the fingers that were possessively pressing down on my hips told me as much.

“If you’re done trying to get a kick out of me…” He warned, finally turning his attention completely to me. “Baby, it’s almost time.” I glanced at the clock before realizing that he was right.

Ever since Sebastian decided he wanted to impregnate me, he’d been fucking me around the clock, paying attention to what the doctors said about fertility cycles and prime mating hours, never letting me spend more than sixty minutes without his cum deep inside of me.

“Okay…” I agreed, trying to understand what was his plan, since the other mob bosses’ stances made it pretty clear that the meeting wasn’t over and Sebastian didn’t seem to intend to call it off either.

“Then I think we better start now, huh?” His hand squeezed my thigh, just as a pang of arousal went straight to my already overflowing cunt when his words finally made sense. “Get to work, honey.”

It was an order I’d be stupid not to follow - but I didn’t want to disobey it either. With trembling fingers, I slowly unbuttoned my dress and let it pool down on the floor until I was standing in my underwear in front of my boyfriend and his closest friends, trying to unclasp my bra despite my nervousness.

But Sebastian wasn’t a patient man. Which is why I was hardly surprised when he pulled me to him again, quickly getting rid of my undergarments as he chuckled upon seeing just how damp my panties were from the mixture of both of our cums.

“Such a good little whore,” he whispered, almost to himself - but I heard it, and it prompted a new wave of wetness to flow from me. I made it a point not to look at Anthony and Chris, even though I knew they were staring at me, taking in my body with all of the bite marks and love bites that my boyfriend kept me decorated with, but as I was climbing Seb’s lap, it quickly became clear he wouldn’t allow me the blissful ignorance of his friends’ presence.

“No, no, princess,” he spoke, quickly manhandling me into turning around so I’d sit on his lap with my body turned towards the other men in the room. “Like this.” I gasped when I took in the way Anthony and Chris were looking at me, their eyes dark and lustful - I couldn’t deny that.

My entire body tingled, and I knew my wetness was now dripping from me, running down my thighs. I could feel it. I’d never been this aroused, as humiliating as it was to admit it. Absentmindedly, I started rubbing myself against the head of his member, my eyes glued on both men in front of me, but quickly, Sebastian made sure to get his way again.

“Now it’s not the time for teasing, baby.” That was all the warning he gave me as he started to pull me to sit down on his cock, the thick member stretching me even after all of the times I had it inside of me.

“She’s so wet already,” Anthony commented, eyes glinting dangerously as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip. I didn’t know what to say, but thankfully, my boyfriend took over for me, letting me focus on his cock and the way it was filling me completely.

“Yeah.” He squeezed my hip, and I could hear the pride just in that word, making me melt against him. “You’re always this way for me, aren’t you, honey?” He wasn’t wrong, so I wasn’t about to lie to him.

“Y-yes.” My fucked-out voice had all three men chuckling. Sebastian took advantage of my sitting position to pull my head back and press a kiss to my temple. I relished in it. I loved the gentle caresses he gave me whilst doing the nastiest things to my body.

“Yeah, I fucked her nice and deep already,” my boyfriend informed his friends, the tone sounding almost nonchalant, like it was no big deal. “Besides, she’s always ready for daddy to take, huh? Whenever I want to, you’re always wet for me, aren’t you, princess?”

I must have babbled some sort of agreeance, since he didn’t push me to say anything else. He had started to move me by then, forcing my hips up and down to ride his dick, and my moans took over the silence of the room.

“I bet she’s sweet as candy,” Anthony’s voice broke the tension once more. Behind me, Sebastian laughed, much to my surprise. I was used to his possessive persona, the one who couldn’t deal with anyone staring at me for too long, much less exploring my naked body with their eyes while commenting on the way I tasted.

“Oh, yeah… could make a diabetic die of pleasure between these thighs.” The comment, paired with the hand that found my clit and started rubbing, had me whining in need, already so close to cumming.

“Shit, the sounds that she makes…” That’s when Chris finally joined in on the debauchery, his hand curling over the prominent boner poorly hidden by his slacks. “And here I was, thinking she was this innocent little thing…”

I wanted to say something. I really did, anything to defend myself - even if I wasn’t really being wrongfully accused. It just felt like I should - like, for whatever reason, there was something wrong with me, if I allowed my boyfriend to do this, fuck me in front of his friends, take me for their eyes to see.

But I didn’t. Because one thing was obvious, and I’d never be able to deny it: I liked it. So when Sebastian answered, keeping the conversation going like I wasn’t even in the room, like he wasn’t buried balls deep inside of me, I just kept moaning and mewling, trying my very best to keep myself from orgasming before he allowed me to.

“Oh, but she is,” my boyfriend informed his best friend, and I could feel his proud gaze settling over me once more. “She gets so shy about what I ask her to do, still. But she does it anyway, don’t you, baby? You’re the best girl for daddy, aren’t you?”

I could only nod, particularly since his arm snaked to the front of my body, easily locating my clit so he could start rubbing it. “You know you need to get off first, honey.” His tone was almost disappointed, like he was scolding me. “It helps with the conception.”

I knew that, and as much as I could feel it - the orgasm rising inside of me, threatening to take over and take me to bliss - I didn’t feel like I’d be able to stumble over that edge. Not with so much happening, so many gazes settled on me. It was too much pressure.

“C’mon, you can trust them,” Sebastian tried to convince me, his stubbled jaw rubbing against my naked back. “Show them how cute you look when you cum all over my cock.” The words made me whimper. 

I wanted to, I really really wanted to. And I was so close, but I could feel it slipping away, almost out of reach - “Don’t you want to start our family, princess?” He pressed on, trying to get me to tip over the edge. “Gimme my baby, c’mon.”

And just like that, he coaxed an orgasm out of me. Wetness flooded from where we were joined - he’d always been able to make me squirt so easily, I didn’t even know I was able to do that before we got together.

I could hear Anthony’s “damn” and Chris’ “oh, shit”, but they sounded distant, almost underwater somehow. All I could focus on was the feeling of Sebastian’s fingers bruising my hips as he filled me with his cum, making me moan out loud at the warmth that took over my lower half upon feeling so stuffed.

“There ya go, baby.” I felt my boyfriend press a soft kiss on my temple, as he tucked me against his chest. “Go to sleep now, honey. I know how tired you get once I fuck you throughly.” He wasn’t wrong, I was already yawning. “You’ll stay here for the night.”

And as I felt his cock keeping me plugged, his hands caressing my back while he went back to talk to his partners about business deals, all I could think about was how happy and safe he made me feel.

Especially in front of everyone else.

[delu-jean]

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐎𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲?

(Hawks x fem!/reader) -> Mostly Fluff -> 1.4k 

Synopsis: You and Hawks decide to go out for a date. He’s running a little late, and you’re alone for a bit. You end up meeting a close friend of yours, and Hawks isn’t very pleased.

Notes: Might be a little angsty/sad after hearing about his insecurities? Other than that, I would say this os is kind of fluffy. Hope you like it ^^

It was the day you were looking forward to (since the beginning of the week at least). The day where you and Keigo would finally go out. It’s been at least two months since you last talked to him. He was busy with his job, and you, with university. It saddened you that you both were separated by your choice in career. Him a hero, and you, an accountant. It may have sounded boring compared to his extravagant job, but it was one you found enjoyable. 

Keigo texted you a couple days in advance, saying that he wanted to take you out. Of course you had agreed, and here you were, now at the mall waiting for him to arrive. You both planned to go shopping for a bit, and then watch a movie. Maybe go on a short stroll and part ways after. You made sure to fix up your appearance for once, knowing you might not be able to see him for sometime after. Plus, you wanted to make sure that you could make the best of things with the time given. 

You waited for about ten minutes. Not thinking much about it, you decided to play on your phone, scroll through your socials, and do whatever you could to distract yourself. It worked for a while...until you found yourself looking at your phone for the next hour. You happened to scroll onto a post talking about Keigo at an interview. 

‘I thought he said he was free today…’ you sighed and put your phone away. 

You then got up from your seat. Though he doesn’t stand you up as often as he meets you, it still sucked knowing that you both barely met. This was the first time in two months, would you have to wait another three?...four even? You decided not to think too much about it, after all, you understood and respected Keigo’s schedule. 

‘I guess I’ll get going now-’ 

“L/n?” you looked up to see a very familiar face. 

“Watarou? What are you doing here?” 

“I’m just strolling around haha. I just got back from America, and decided to do a little bit of shopping. You?” 

“Oh...I’m...or rather, I was waiting for my boyfriend. He’s a little late though...so I think I’m going to get going.” 

Watarou took note of your disappointment, and based on what he knew (about you), he thought about what would cheer you up. 

“Hey...if you don’t mind, we should go and get some crepes. My treat.” 

“Really!?”

“Really, like old times.” 

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Hawks arrived about an hour later. He felt super guilty that he wasn’t able to see you at the time he promised, but duty called when it needed to. He also knew you understood his schedule and was grateful for that. He was very, very thankful for it. Reason being, one thing that Hawks had always been insecure about, was his lifestyle in general. 

He was constantly doing something, whether that be hero work, interviews, promotions, and so much more. That being the case, whenever he tried making relationships work, they’d always end with “why are you so busy?”, “can’t you try to make some time for me?” He tried doing his best, but things would always end because of that. But when he met you, things had changed. 

Although he was a little reluctant, and it took a while to convince him, he ultimately knew you were someone who did respect his time. So because of that, he made sure to make your sessions special, to show the appreciation he had for you. Because of this, he always made sure to be on time. Rushing out of his work so he could sprint to you. So when he was late, he’d feel horrible for making you wait, secretly having thoughts about traumatic past experiences. 

“Where is she?” 

He tried calling only to realize your phone had died, it immediately sent him to voicemail. He was getting anxious at this point, maybe you went home? But then, you would’ve had a charger?...maybe it broke? He then looked around catching a glimpse of your hair...and what seemed to be like...another person. 

He started to stride towards you. Just who exactly were you with? He then gazed as the two of you ate crepes together. You seemed to be enjoying your time with him while you both conversed. Hawks on the other hand, was not. Though he was fine with you having friends...your interaction seemed to be a little “too friendly.” He continued to watch from behind, and saw as he then slid something over. 

“What’s this?”

“It’s a bracelet...do you like it?”

“It looks gorgeous!” you looked in awe as the gentlemen smiled. 

“I’m glad you do. I’ve been trying to get the right gift for a while now.” 

“Who wouldn’t like it? I can tell you put a lot of effort into it,” he then put his hand on the box as you continued eating your crepes. 

Hawks had seen enough. To see someone give you that type of attention, whether he was a friend or not, didn’t sit right with him. Not only that, but it really hurt seeing someone else was treating you better than him (in his eyes at least). Regardless of who he was, Keigo was your boyfriend, and that being the case, should’ve been trying harder. 

He then approached the both of you, and gave a cold stare to Watarou. Watarou seemed a little uneasy with the exchange, while you were thrilled to see Hawks. You got up and wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging him tightly as his hands stood at his side. 

“Keigo! You’re here!’ 

“Were you having fun?...” he said, agitated as you then realized what was going on. 

“Oh Keigo...I never knew you’d get jealous over something like this.” 

“What!? What do you mean!?”

“Watarou, this is Keigo. Keigo, Watarou.” 

“Nice to meet you man,” Watarou said as he gave his hand. 

“Yeah...same here…” Hawks said while feeling uncertain. 

“Watarou was just helping me kill time, it’s been a while since we last got together, so we took advantage of it while you finished your duties.”

‘So they’ve known each other for a while.’ 

“Yeah...I hope you don’t mind. I took her for crepes and we talked for a bit.” 

“What about the bracelet?” Keigo would ask bluntly as he then said: 

“Oh, I was asking for Y/n’s opinion. I’m gifting it to my sister, and since they have similar taste, I wanted her input on things. I’m glad they’re good.” 

“Ahh...I see.” 

“Well, I’m going to head out. I’ll see you both sometime, I have about two weeks left? So see you then!” 

“Bye Watarou!” you waved as he exited the mall. 

Keigo then realised as to why he was so irritated. It wasn’t that you had done wrong, no, he trusted that you were loyal. It was that his insecurities got the best of him, which threw him off. He was upset that such feelings got him acting so petty, especially towards someone who had done nothing wrong. Knowing this, he knew what he needed to do. He sighed to then look you in the eye. You still a little confused, he then apologized, saying: 

“Dove...I’m sorry…” 

“Sorry for what?”  

“It’s just that...I was so caught up in my insecurities...that I assumed you were doing wrong…”

“Oh…” you weren’t going to lie, you were a little disappointed. Why would he even think that, after all your time together?...but then, you also understood his past and whatnot. Still, it bothered you to say the least. 

“I’m sorry for that...along with not showing up on time. I tried my best to come, but I guess, Watarou beat me to it haha. Not in a bad way of course, I’m just grateful you had some company while I was on my way.” 

“I guess so, but Keigo.” 

“Hm?” 

“You know, you won’t ever have to worry about that kind of thing. Even though I'm a little hurt by your assumption, I get why and will let it slide for this time,” he smiled and then grabbed your hand. 

“Mhm, love you,” he pecked your cheek as your hands intertwined. 

“Silly, I’d only fall for your chicken-like charms.” 

“Aww, why not my Hawkish charms? Sharp, daring, handsome?” he winked as you shook your head. 

“Because a chicken is vulnerable, soft, cute, and gives me loads of egg,” you then stared at his wallet as he rolled his eyes (playfully). 

“Okay okay fine, let’s go catch that movie,” he sighed as you laughed. 

“Sounds good to me!” 

[illusionsofdreaming]

would it be okay to request headcanons with the main trio from TCF who aren't in a relationship with the (fem) reader yet but they like each other, the guys get hurt or something and the reader is so scared of losing them or was so anxious that she ended up kissing them? You can edit a few parts if you'd prefer! thank you, i know you have a lot of requests but you're the only one who writes x reader for them-

Notes: It took forever+forever but I finally gave up trying to perfect it- y'all just going to have to deal with these half baked potatos as I sob in the corner for my lack of functioning writing braincells.

+ 'nonny I know you asked for Fem reader but I'm just so used to writing gender neutral nowadays I actually forgot to write Fem reader in. Uh. I mean it's gender neutral so it should work regardless?? I'msorrypleaseforgivemeforthisblunder

Ft: Cale, Alberu, Choi Han

Cale Henituse

He’s covered in blood.

Again.

He glanced down at his shirt, once white, now completely soaked and rapidly losing warmth. The icky feeling of sticky cloth stuck on skin caused goosebumps to break out all over his arms. The lethargy that weighed on him was hard to ignore, but expected after using his ancient powers-

“Cale!”

He turned just as the full force of you barrelled into him and he staggered, unbalanced and would’ve fallen had you not pulled him back. He barely had time to protest at your rough greeting when you began frantically patting him down as if scouring him for weapons.

“There’s so much- where are you hurt?” you demanded harshly, your tone pitched higher than normal. “Raon call for Saint Jack and the others, medics- anyone that can help!”

“Y-yes! I-I will! Weak hu-human you better not die or I will destroy the kingdom!”

“Wai-“ his protests were ignored as the dragon flew off, leaving Cale dumbfounded with his jaw hanging down in disbelief. “Wait you don’t have to find the others, I’m fi-“

“Cale Henituse, if I hear you say ‘I’m fine’ I’m going to sock you to kingdom fucking come.“ you seethed. His lips snapped shut obediently, swallowing the aforementioned phrase down as a foreboding chill crept down his spine.

But I am..?

“How could you..” your voice shook even as you clung onto his soaked shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white. “You’re always doing stupid things like this…”

Cale frowned, feeling a bit indignant. Sure his plans weren’t the most thought out at times, but to call them stupid…

“If you waited for us to come, then you wouldn’t have to- why do you keep sacrificing yourself like this?”

That triggered an alarm in his head. What strange things were you talking about? The act of sacrifice were done by martyrs and selfless heroes and Cale Henituse was neither of those. He wanted to correct your misunderstanding but you were worked up and hysterical and it was with horror that he realised you were crying.

“________-“

“Don’t talk! Please, just conserve your energy- I won’t let you die, I promised the kids and the others- I won’t let you-”

The alarm bells in his head rang even louder and he fought to be heard over your rambling, “_________- no one’s dying, I’m fine-” it felt as if his heart had leapt to his throat as he stopped your fist before it could make contact. You really weren’t joking when you said you’d punch him. He tightened his hold on your wrist when you tried to twist out of his grip and swallowed nervously. “I’m not hurt _________,“ he emphasised, willing you to meet his eyes.

“Stop bullshitting me Cale- how much of a fucking idiot do you take me for? How can anyone be fine after losing this much blood-“

“It’s not mine.”

You stilled in his grasp.

“…W-what?”

He frowned. Was it really that hard to believe his words? “The blood’s not mine.” he repeated and made sure to meet your disbelieving gaze head on so that you could verify the truth in his words. “They were cut down before they could harm me. None of this blood is mine. I was not hurt.“ It was a partial lie. He did cough out some blood after instinctively activating the shield for protection but he felt that that was knowledge you’d be better off not knowing.

The coiled tension in you leaked out and Cale slowly released his grip on your hand and took a cautious step back - just in case. It was a good thing he managed to deescalate the situation before the others arrived. Just convincing one person was hassle enough and from experience alone, he knew the others weren’t as merciful when it came to learning about his injuries, regardless of severity or his protests otherwise. Cale shuddered. He really didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Ron’s cold smile again. He glanced up and saw Raon’s flying figure and he waved lazily to the dragon hoping the young one would understand that the healers were no longer necessary, it had only been a false alarm.

“..ot.”

“Hm?” He looked down, hearing you mumble but didn’t quite catch what you’d said.

He was not prepared to be yanked forward and for your lips to mash against his. There was a brief sting where your teeth had caught on his lip and the uncomfortable sensation of having your teeth clack against each other, noses in the way. He froze, like a deer caught in headlights, thoughts reeling but before he could think of acting, to push or pull you in even closer-

You let him go just as abruptly and he staggered, breath stolen, mind in absolute disarray.

Then you slapped him. Which definitely cleared his thoughts. “You idiot!”

Stupefied, he watched as you stormed off, stuck in a daze as he cradled his face where his cheek and lips tingled for different reasons.

“…What..?”

Choi Han

Choi Han didn’t know what Cale saw in you back then, a complete stranger whom they saved by chance and nursed back to health with utmost care. You, who Cale insisted was the final key to their masterplan and then asked Choi Han to act as your escort.

There were many things Choi Han didn’t understand when it came to Cale-nim’s decisions. But that wasn’t so unusual and he’d never made it a habit to question Cale’s reasoning, having learned to be patient, knowing the pieces would eventually slot together in the grand picture. So although initially wary he was of your unclear history and affiliation, he stayed by your side and did his duty without question.

And perhaps after weeks of accompanying you, he’s beginning to see what Cale saw. Though powerless and weak, you were righteous and passionate, holding true to your belief even in the face of adversaries. You were the perfect replacement for the tyrannical ruler of the country, someone capable of salvaging the crumbling system of a neglected, abused society and lifting it to new heights and glory.

With the flames of revolution ignited, everything hinged on getting you safely to Cale on the final stage. While the revolutionaries fought and acted as distractions above ground, he escorted you through the abandoned waterways.

The undergrounds were dark and cramped, incredibly disadvantageous to a swordsman such as himself. When assassins leaped out in an ambush; Choi Han didn’t hesitate. Without time nor space to draw his sword, he pushed you behind him and raised his arm to block the strike.

As the momentum of the assassin’s blade stopped, it became simple matter to quickly disarm and finish them. Having checked and affirmed that there’s no forthcoming attacks, he urged you to hurry, now worried as they weren’t expected to be discovered so soon.

Something must’ve happened, we should hurry to Cale-nim’s side-

He was halted with a firm grip on his other hand and was pulled back as he was met with your stern, unwavering gaze and declaration that you will not move another step from this spot until his arm got treated first.

Which was a ridiculous request considering they were running on a tight schedule. He frowned and his fingers flexed against the hilt of his sword as you pulled him to the side.

When none of his objections were being heard, he tried reasoning with you. The wound may look horrible, but he’d assured you he’d angled his arm just so that the blade would’ve caught on his bone rather than tendons. It was a strategic move that not only blocked momentum but also kept damage to his non-dominant arm at the minimum. He would not have bled to death nor would he be crippled from it, something that barely needed the emergency care you insisted on.

“It’s not necessary, we need to get to the tower room first.”

“The room is not moving anywhere, I’d rather not risk having you develop an infection because you neglected to care for your wound.“

He flinched when alcohol was poured on the cut and Choi Han breathed out slowly, his frustration mounting as precious seconds passed. Something in his chest stirred uncomfortably. He’s not accustomed to having others care for his wounds, having spent so many years caring for them himself whilst hiding his weaknesses from monsters in the Forest of Darkness.

“I will attend to it after I’ve brought you to Master Cale’s side, we must-“

Your eyes flashed with anger as your grip tightened painfully around his arm. “So many things have been lost to reach this stage, I’d rather not lose more on the way there.”

“Cale-“

Perhaps you’ve had enough as well as the next thing he knew, your fingers dug into his arm and he found himself yanked forward and you pressing a hard, determined kiss that stole whatever he was going to say from his lips.

“Cale Henituse,” you said sternly when you parted and picked up a roll of bandages, “can afford to wait a bit longer.” you glared at him as if daring him to argue otherwise.

Not that it was necessary, considering he’d doubt he’d have the coherency to answer anything with the way all the blood in his body was rushing to his face.

Alberu Crossman

He didn’t feel anything upon the moment of impact. Only the shocking cold of metal being slid into his side and the vicious gaze of the perpetrator pressed up to his front.

The pain ripped through a moment later and he gritted his teeth, red spilling down his lips. It hurts.

Activity bursted around him, screams of fear echoed through the ballroom as guards rushed to his side. However one voice in particular caught his attention and he looked up to catch your horrified expression, lips parted in a desperate cry.

His forehead furrowed as a strange sense of guilt washed over him- he didn’t want you to see this- but he didn’t have time to explore the feeling as his hand latched firmly on the hand which still held the weapon in his side, preventing their escape.

His smile was red, “Caught you now, rat.”

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He tousled his hair dry with a towel as he read through the reports in his hand.

Alberu was exhausted, the fight to rid his side of his enemies’ spies had always been an ongoing and tedious project. His enemies were cunning and always played things safe however their impatience this time would cost them. Now that one of their own has fallen into his hands, they can start pulling in the net.

A knock sounded on his door and he didn’t bother looking up from his reports as he gave permission. “Come in.”

“Did you manage to find any new information from them?” he asked immediately as the door opened. Anything gleaned from the assassin would be beneficial to his cause. Not that he truly expected any confessions to be given this night. Any hired killer worth their salt would know not to betray the mastermind behind a hit. But there were more than one way to find credible information aside from words torn directly from the lips of a captive.

When no answer came, he looked up and immediately dropped the papers he was reading.

“___________…”

In the aftermath of the attack and the capture of the assassin he’d been immediately escorted to the healers for first aid. With the bare minimum done he’d left quickly to take control of the situation, calming the aristocrats and giving orders to assign all guests to be escorted to a room in the palace to rest from the unexpected development - the smarter ones would know this was just a way to keep all suspects in one place, stalling for time so that his trusted aides may work to narrow down the most likely suspects. He had been meaning to find you and explain once everything settled but this time you took matters into your own hands.

Your eyes glanced at the documents he dropped. “Am I disturbing your work?”

“No,” he replied instantly, fighting back the urge to shuffle the papers behind him. “No, you’re not.”

The room lapsed into silence once more as neither of you seemed keen to address the elephant in the room.

“About tonight…” he started slowly, “they had to believe I had my guards lowered.”

The truth was, though he believed you would not have been behind the attack, you had to be tested all the same. Should it be known you’ve been partial to this plan, it would’ve given the real culprits leverage to use.

You approached him and he wished you would say something. He noted the redness in your eyes and felt a stab of guilt lodge in his chest. “It had to be believable.”

You didn’t meet his eyes and your hand hovered over where his wound had been.

He lifted the edge of his shirt up to reveal the pink scar tissue underneath. It was ugly and badly healed due to the rush he had been in. “I wasn’t in any real danger.” he said softly, staying still and resisting the urge to shiver when your fingers traced the scar.

“You’re picking up bad habits from Cale.” You said so softly he would’ve missed it had he not been paying attention.

“The padded shirt under prevented the blade from going too deep.” he explained, hoping you’d understand that he hadn’t been reckless. Everything had been planned carefully. He slowly tucked his shirt back in as you withdrew your hand, already missing the warmth you brought to his skin just moments ago.

“__________…”

You leaned in and placed a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Don’t do that again.” you whispered against his cheek.

He could only watch in astonishment as you turned away and exited his room.

“..Okay..” he said hoarsely to the empty room.