#EDIT I CHANGED THE DATES TO MAKE A LITTLE MORE SENSE SORRY

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RHODES POST-GAZETTE

MARCH 15, 1989 In a long-abandoned manor located deep within the swamps of Bayou Nwa, one amateur historian made a remarkable discovery. Underneath the floorboards, a satchel with a faded HM monogrammed into the leather was discovered. While a few items of interest were found, the photographs are perhaps the most important discovery. These images are believed to be photographs of the infamous Van der Linde gang shortly before their dissolution.

“If these pictures are indeed of the Van der Linde gang, they paint a picture of the gang’s day-to-day life,” historian Josephine Chǎtaney noted, “Oftentimes, we get so caught up in the infamy of the group that we forget that they, too, were in fact real people.”

The gang’s exploits were recorded in the firsthand account of John (Jack) Marston’s 1927 novel American Venom and later popularized by the 1959 film Red Dead Redemption starring John Wayne.

”I really think these pictures are of Dutch’s boys. I mean, these guys are legends. Honestly, I can’t believe I got lucky enough to find these.” the amateur historian — a man by the name of Ricky De Santa — went on to say.

The photos are currently under the care of the Blackwater Historical Society, undergoing restoration to be displayed in the Blackwater Museum.

John (Jack) Marston declined to comment on the photographs.

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I love your entire page, so I was thrilled to see that your requests are open. May I request a story with Daniel Ricciardo x Reader? Perhaps something where the reader is experiencing a moment of low self-esteem, comparing herself to his ex, and feeling down since they've recently started dating, yet the fans want his ex back. When Danny is dominant it makes me melt so perhaps a smut that is center on body worshipping yet leads to crazy back shots/missionary. He made you come multiple times and despite you trying to tap out , he’s not stopping anytime soon creating a big creamy mess 🫠

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𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝟐

Summary: She’s the least favorite Formula One WAG. At first, she was optimistic, the fans would eventually get over it and maybe even start liking her—but she now knows that was a pretty naive thought. She’s constantly compared to Daniel’s ex-girlfriend—she’s not as pretty as her, she’s not as supportive as her, she’s not as popular as her, etc. Unfortunately, in a moment of low self-esteem—she breaks and thinks maybe the fans are right. Daniel, with a sixth sense of knowing when you’ve lost your mind, comes home and sees you gathering every belonging of yours that’s migrated to his apartment like you’re breaking up with him. He tries to change your mind with his words, but that doesn’t quite reassure you completely; so he has no choice but to do it with his actions, too. Pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!black-coded!reader (her skin is described as brown) Content Warning: 18+ only. mdni. explicit sexual content. no beta we die like men. no srs it’s barely edited. angst with a happy ending. hurt/comfort. dom/sub undertones. arguing. breaking up/making up. those three little words. attempt at humor (a lil bit). implied subspace. insecure!reader. body worship. vaginal sex. oral sex (female receiving). online hate. overstimulation. protected sex. aftercare. this is dirty, i am so sorry. Word Count: 5k words.

Author's Notes: okay it's a couple hours late, but i was hit with a little creative genius and i think you guys will really enjoy this one! and it's the longest one too! an entire five-thousand words wow. aren't you glad i added more to this masterpiece.

let me know what you think! xxxxx

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You’re trending on Twitter. No—not for one of your TikToks that you hope went viral, but under the hashtag #breakupwithherdaniel. Fans have decided to start a movement to make signs to take to the next Grand Prix, with pictures of your face posted next to that hashtag. In all of the tweets, they’re commenting on how they wished Daniel and his ex were still together, or comparing you to her, and saying that you’re toxic—you! In this situation, where none of the people online personally know you and take to bashing you on the internet; you are the toxic one! And that’s the last straw. You start packing your shit up into bags and whatever boxes you can find. A large amount of your belongings have migrated to Daniel’s apartment, even if you don’t officially live with him. You’ve been dating him for just over six months, and the entire time your relationship has been public his fans have harassed you.

They prefer his ex over you, it’s that simple. It probably doesn’t help that you’re not like one of the white models everybody thinks f1 drivers should date, but enough is enough. It didn’t bother you at first, you thought with just a little time everyone would calm down but the opposite has happened. They’ve only gotten worse and things have escalated to the point where it’s affecting your career and—you can’t take it anymore. And, maybe they’re right. Daniel doesn’t deserve to date a girl who can’t take the harsh eye of the media and fans. He’d be better off without you, and he might certainly be better off with his ex. She was there in his darkest times and his brightest successes. They ended on good terms so with a little charm, Daniel wouldn’t have a problem with getting back with her, surely. 

You’re throwing your bags on the living room couch, pulling a suitcase you left here from when you last traveled with him to throw your shoes into. And then, you hear the door open. 

Daniel’s happy voice carries to you from the entryway, “Baby, I’m home! I stopped at the store to pick up a slice of your favorite cake, because I know you’ve been needing some cheering up—”

You hear his steps halt as he sees you in the living room, bags and boxes filled to the brim with your stuff. 

“Baby?” Daniel asks, “What’s this about? This is late for it to be spring cleaning.”

You shake your head, swallowing softly as you turn to meet his eyes, “I’m leaving, Daniel.”

“What?” Daniel says confused.

“Don’t make it any more difficult than it needs to be,” you start, unable to fight back your tears any longer, “Just let me get my stuff and leave.”

Daniel rushes to you, pulling you to look at him, holding your arms still when you try to push him away from you.

“You’ve got to give me more than that. You’re leaving—why? Is it something I did? Did I say something? How long have you felt like this? I could’ve—I can fix it, baby. Don’t leave me,” Daniel pleads, his own eyes radiating how hurt, confused, and disbelieving he feels, “I thought we were strong? We’re the closest to being perfect, I thought. We barely argue; and even when we do it’s resolved properly. I don’t yell, I don’t talk to other women, I don’t ignore your calls or messages, I’m not possessive, I’m not crazy–what can I do? For you to stay, what can I do?”

“Nothing, Daniel. You can’t change my mind. But—it’s not your fault, okay? It’s me,” you cry harder when Daniel scoffs at your response, “I’m serious, Danny. It’s my fault.  I can’t take it anymore okay? You’re better off without me; I’m a distraction, I’m not as supportive as I should be, I’m not your type–you’d just perform and be happier without me, okay?”

“Fuck no,” Daniel emphasizes, “Who the hell is telling you that? Because I know you seriously don’t believe that. You’re the best thing to happen to me in my entire life, baby. You’re not a distraction, you support me tirelessly, and you sure as hell are my type. I can’t keep my hands off of you, you scold me all the time for that so, how can you say that ‘you’re not my type?’ I’m the happiest I’ve ever been with you, ask anybody, baby.”

You groan angrily, “Not anybody! Have you asked your fucking fans? They sure as hell think that I’m the devil reincarnated. I can’t do anything publicly without being verbally harassed for it. I can’t dress the way I want to, I can’t act the way I want to, and I can’t even go to work! Your little fangirls are affecting my career—and I can’t do it anymore. They’ve won. I can’t take the judgment anymore, not for me just existing. You’d be happier with your ex, just like they want you to be.”

You and Daniel stare at each other silently, the air tense. 

“What do you mean,” Daniel pauses, his jaw tightening, “What do you mean they’re affecting your career?”

“They’re threatening to fire me because of my image. They’re saying I’m smearing the company's appearance,” you sigh out, picking at your cuticles anxiously. Daniel grabs your hands, stopping you.

“I’m going to kill them, baby–”

“Daniel!” you cut him off, aghast.

“No, I don’t care,” He dismisses, “The nerve of them to convince you that you’re not good enough for me. I should’ve kept asking you if you were bothered by the negative attention, but ever since you told me that you could handle it, I never checked in. And, I failed to see that it was getting worse. Worse enough to make you think that you need to leave to escape it. I’m going to embarrass those fans publicly and I’m going to get the team to back me up. As far as your job, I always hated them anyway. I never liked how they would deny your vacation time even though you had the days—you should quit.”

You stare at him deadpan, “Daniel Ricciardo. I’m not quitting my job and I am also still leaving.”

“Mhm, no,” Daniel scoffs hysterically, “You’re not breaking up with me. And, you would have a better reason to quit, if you stayed with me. I’ll retire you and make you my trophy wife, please.  Seriously, babe. Don’t leave. I should’ve dealt with the fans earlier, I know—it’s my fault that it even reached this point. Please, just stay with me.”

“I don’t know,” you murmur, crumbling into tears again, “They all seem to think your ex is a better fit and…I think I agree with them.”

Daniel gathers you into his arms, tucking you into his shoulder, “Baby, I broke up with her for a reason. And, I’m glad I did. All of those chronically online fans have no clue about why I broke up with her. I couldn’t imagine going back into that relationship, especially now that I’ve found you. Let me prove it to you, baby.

You sob, “How are you going to prove anything to me right now? Can I just be dramatic for a little longer?”

He laughs, giddy at the sound of your usual antics, “Well, I am going to set the media on fire with the language I use to address how the world has been disrespecting you. But first, I’m going to take you to bed and remind you what you’d be missing out on if you left. What other man could learn to know you as intimately as I do, hm? C’mon, baby—let me prove it to you. Let your body decide.”

Leaning back to look at him through your tears,  you think,  fuck it, why not?

Daniel presses you into the bed; you whine out desperately when he breaks the kiss, your eyes focused on the plush warmth of his lips as you try to chase them. The eagerness of your actions only dawns on you as you see his lips shift into a smiling laugh then, the embarrassment washes over you; honestly, you think, you can’t act like you can’t live without having his lips touching yours—he might find your yearning repulsive. Did his ex act like this for him? What if that’s why he broke up with her—

“Heyheyhey—don’t hide from me, baby,” Daniel coos concerned, his hand gently coaxing you to turn your head and meet his eyes, you didn’t even notice when you moved to hide your face with the pillow; he continues, “Where’d you go just then, pretty girl? Please tell me, baby, don’t hold it in.”

You meet his troubled gaze, and the love and care you see pouring out causes fresh tears to dance across your waterline. Through your blurry sight, you see Daniel’s brow furrow saddeningly as he carefully pulls you up into a sitting position and holds you tightly as you cry into his shoulder. His left hand massages the back of your neck, and his right hand finds a calming rhythm as he rubs your back. Your tears taper out quicker, and you wonder if you’ve exhausted their supply from the crying you’ve done today.

You draw back from his embrace, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand, and your voice shakes and cracks as you begin to speak, “I’ve never been this insecure about myself. I couldn’t give a single fuck about what people say or think about me. But, today? It was just too much, Danny. Seeing all of your fans tear down every aspect of me; my personality, my looks, my body—why? And, they’re doing it under the reasoning that, I’m not good for you. Like, you’re not a grown man, who can decide who he wants to date? I support you quietly and loudly and’ll do it forever, but that’s not enough for them. And, today, it felt like it would  never be enough.

“So, when I saw them making signs, t-to…to encourage you to break up with me,” Daniel muffles a sound of hurt in his chest, “I was humiliated. I-I, didn’t want that sort of attention for you, they should be focused on your racing, not your undeserving girlfriend. And, I thought I’d make it easy for you and leave.”

“Baby, no…”

“You’re such a good boyfriend, Daniel. It would be so much easier for you to end this relationship and go back to your ex, or date some other girl that satisfies you and your fans—”

“Babe, no,” Daniel cuts you off, his tone hardened, “The only person that needs to be satisfied with you is me. And, I am. The opinions of those fucking idiots don’t matter to me, and they shouldn’t matter to you. Because that’s all they are: opinions, and they’re absolutely stupid opinions, at that. They’re comments have done the complete opposite of convincing me to leave you. They’ve shown me that I need to let you know how much I want you with me—they’ve made me realize that I need to let you know that I love you.”

Your eyes widen, your breath stuttering. It’s the first time, he’s said it.  Daniel loves you.

Sobbing softly, you murmur, “I hope you’re not only saying those three words because you think it’s going to make me happy. Because, I do love you, too.”

Daniel laughs wetly. “I’m saying that I love you now because you need to know that. I would’ve preferred to say it under different circumstances but, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m ridiculously in love with you. And—fuck everybody who’s saying you’re not good enough for me. If anything, I’m not good enough for you. I haven’t even won you a trophy, yet.”

You stare at him in disbelief, “Shut the fuck up. You’re everything to me. You could be driving the slowest car on the grid and I would still be celebrating your last-place finishes like you’ve won the championship.”

Daniel stares at you silently and you nearly fear that you’ve broken him. He sighs out lovingly before, leaning down and pressing kisses across your entire face to wash away your tear tracks. He finishes with a barely there kiss to the tip of your nose and asks quietly, “Let me show you that I love you. I don’t think saying it is enough.”

You look at him. You find what you’re looking for because you agree, “Okay.”

Daniel perks up, “Okay?”

You nod, slowly sliding down to rest on your back against the bed like you were before. “Yes.”

Your boyfriend shifts to kneel in between your legs, his hands slipping beneath the hem of your sweater, and once he gets confirmation from you, he smoothly pulls it off of you, dropping it off the bedside. His hands spread across the expanse of your abdomen and move to rest on your waist as he buries himself in the length of your neck. He nips kisses and presses of tongue along your brown skin, surprising you often with the ache of teeth and suction to bloom bruises. When he slides downwards, he paints your collarbone and decolletage loosely, the irritated flesh only sends flares of pleasure across your nerves. Daniel huffs in frustration as the straps of your bra disrupt the smooth skin across your shoulders, and he pulls you upwards to arch into him as he slips his hand underneath to unclasp the closure. You’re brain comes online to help him remove the offending fabric as you shrug out of the straps and desperately fling the bra to a corner of the room you can’t care to look at.

Daniel hums thankfully and resumes tracing along your shoulder, down your arms, and to the bones of your wrists and tips of your fingers with gentle hands followed by his lips. 

He swallows before speaking, “Whenever you’re splayed out so prettily underneath me, I forget how to act. The cloudy look in your eyes, your chest covered with my love, the muscles in your shoulders and arms relaxed and syrupy—so fuckin’ sexy, baby.”

You can’t find the words to respond to him because your entire body sings out when Daniel’s lips suction around your nipple. You feel his tongue swirl around, wetting it before his teeth join in and scrape softly against the sensitive bud. He releases you and even though your eyelids have fluttered shut at the feeling, you feel him watching you as your back rises off the bed and your head falls back. His hand finds its place right underneath your breasts, and he pushes you back down into the mattress and holds you there as he continues the assault of his lips on your chest. You can only cry out with every tug of his teeth, every suckle of his lips on the surrounding skin, whimpers choked down as his mouth ravages you entirely. Your hand flies to Daniel’s hair for purchase, and to press his head further into your chest, but he pulls away.

“Forgive me—but I love your chest, baby. I love how you let me take naps on them and play with my hair, I love the feeling of them in my hand, I love making you scream every time I play with them. And, you taught me that the only answer to ass versus boobs is both of them. Because, I would willingly suffocate in either of them, and all of you.”

Your chest heaves as you try to regain some air in your lungs, but Daniel doesn’t let you breathe for a second, “One day, I hope you let me fuck your pretty chest.”

Your mouth drops open, as you flounder for the air and words required to respond to his statement.

“Another time, though. May I take off your pants, baby? I  need to fuck you.”

“Yesyes—please, hurry up,” you rush out, already moving to shimmy out of your bottoms, Daniel tugging them off roughly when they get caught around your ankles. The strength he uses slides you down the bed a little, and you can’t help but muffle a gasp underneath your hand. 

He pulls your hand from your mouth in an instant, “No. Not tonight. I let you get away with hiding your sounds from me before, but I need to know how good I’m making you feel,” he pauses to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist and continues, “Be as loud as you want, love.”

You nod jerkily, and Daniel lowers your arm to rest against the bed carefully, before he shuffles down the bed, resting on his stomach and spreading your legs to drape along his shoulders. He starts with your right leg; nipping at the bone of your ankle before following with a soothing touch of his lips, and moving upwards, biting and kissing along the muscles of your calf, the inside of your knee. He slows when he reaches the plush meet of your thigh, taking his time biting the muscle and laving over the teeth marks he leaves with his tongue. He repeats the treatment along your left leg, ignoring how he can see the wetness dripping out of you, darkening the fabric of your panties. 

“Love your legs, baby,” Daniel breaths shakily, “Calves, and thighs, muscle, and all plush skin. If I could choose how to go out, it would be in between them. Doesn’t matter if they’re around my waist, or my head—it’s fucking paradise, baby.”

Your thighs shudder as if they’ve heard his words, and Daniel notices immediately. His hands move to grasp them and let his thumbs dig into the fresh marks he’s added against your brown skin. You keen airily, your thighs attempting to shut, but Daniel’s hands keep you spread with little effort. He leans down and hides his smile by pressing his mouth to your panties. He proceeds to noisily kiss along your covered cunt, dragging his tongue and nose through the soaked fabric, humming amusedly when your hips buck down onto him, one of his hands shifting to press your pelvis to the mattress.

You’re mortified. Daniel’s pretty much making out with your cunt over your panties, and he seems to be enjoying it as much as you if the way his hips are rocking along the bed is any telling when you raise your head to stare down at him. His eyes shut as he loses himself between your legs; he looks blissed out and you drop your head back against the mattress, bringing your hand to tangle in the mess of his curls. He pulls away with a grunt and you tug at his hair annoyed, sitting up slightly to see what he stopped for—

His eyes are wild, drenched with lust. Daniel doesn’t waste time pulling your panties off, roughly tugging the fabric covering your cunt to the side, tucking it in the dip between your groin and thigh. You see his eyes roll back slightly at the sight of you before he shuts them and dives forward to bring his mouth down on your cunt. His tongue pushes inside of you sloppily and his nose makes sure your clit is always receiving attention. The only option you have is to choke on your moans and grasp for stability in his hair and the sheets of the bed. Your tummy undulates at the pleasure racketing up your spinal cord, it’s too much to process already. And in a split-second, Daniel’s tongue is exchanged for two of his fingers, your cunt thoroughly soaked with a mix of your wetness and his spit, and the stretch is mild, more of a welcomed soreness than pain. Daniel’s eyes open to watch your face closely, you’re too busy moaning to verbally assure him to continue, but he understands (the continuous desperate roll of your hips against his grasp is a helpful clue). 

He massages his fingers into you rapidly, brushing along the sensitive wall along the top of your cunt—and it dawns on you very quickly that you are going to cum. He must see the realization wash over your face, or through the signs of your body, but he avoids your g-spot to scissor his fingers inside of you to stretch you out, a third joining the rest when you huff down at him angrily. The new stretch quiets you, loud whines and moans hushed for a moment as you savor the ache. Yet, you quickly hunger for more, unapproving of the sudden gentleness Daniel exhibits.

“Danny, please,” you cry, “C’mon—fuck me, already. ‘m gonna cum.”

He pulls his fingers from the grasp of your vagina and manhandles you onto your front, stomach flat against the bed. With firm hands, he pulls your hips upwards, one hand sliding down your back to deepen the arch and push your ass further out. The insecurity and shyness you had earlier have dissipated; you’d like to be fucked, now. You spread your knees wider and rock back even more.

“Fuck,” Daniel croaks out, and he rushes to grab a condom from the nightstand. You’re sure he’s relatively quick about the entire ordeal; of losing his pants, grabbing the condom, and rolling it on himself, but it feels like ages, and you can’t help but huff out angrily. Thankfully, you feel his left hand come back to rest on your ass and feel the head of his cock tap along your cunt. 

Your hole parts for him prettily and Daniel sinks in smoothly, not stopping until your ass meets his hips. You whine softly, the ache of him finding a home within you will never lose its luster. Daniel shudders behind you, the grip of his hand on your ass shaking—his breathing heavy as it echoes around the room. 

“Fuck,” Daniel moans again, “Love your cunt, pretty girl. Hot, wet, and tight,” he falls forward, and nuzzles into the hair at the nape of your neck, before pressing a kiss at the back of your neck, and rising again, “‘s so good…I-I can’t find the words right now.”

You giggle softly into the bed and Daniel takes the green light when you press back against him. He begins to thrust into you, hard enough to punch the breath out of your lungs. He’s never fucked you this forcefully before; his motions are erratic, yet somehow he’s nailing the spot inside of you with every other pass of his hips. The sound of your skin meeting manages to be hidden by the screams and moans you manage to release when you find enough air in your lungs. Daniel’s other hand wraps around your front and presses down on your pelvis, tightening your inner walls. And, your vision whites out.

Your legs give out and you feel yourself slouch into the mattress, but Daniel is quick to hold your hips up for you and continues to rail into you, not allowing you any respite. You can hear yourself babbling, but you can’t make out what you’re saying. The heat of Daniel’s chest radiates over your back and you feel his breath wash over your spine, his endearments and praise you hear but can’t understand as the pleasure has blinded your senses. What you can feel, is how his thrusts continue and don’t slow. 

You regain control of your body when he rotates you onto your back, he only pulls out briefly while he grabs a pillow to shove underneath your hips before he falls back inside of you. At this angle, Daniel feels larger than life, knocking against buttons inside of you you’re sure he’s only ever discovered. It’s too much. He fucks into you slowly, the press of his cock slow but strong, the motion pushing you up the bed slightly.

You gasp, moans erupting out of you when you attempt to speak. You manage to keep your eyes open long enough to look at Daniel and see the pleased smile on his face. He moves one hand from your hip to cradle your cheek and swipes a tear that escaped from the corner of your eye away. 

“Oh,” Daniel hushes you softly, “Gone for me already, aren’t you?”

“T-t-oo much,” you stutter, tongue feeling heavy in your mouth, “ feels s’good.”

He chuckles quietly, the noise fading into a moan as your cunt clenches around him, “Too much or it feels good, pretty girl? You’re going to have to pick one.”

Daniel’s thrusts get rougher, and he stops pulling out nearly all the way and focuses on digging into you deeper; making sure to drag himself along that place inside you with every thrust. Your scream breaks as soon as it leaves your mouth, the unyielding stimulation feels white hot. You take a shaky hand and drag it down Daniel’s chest, from his tattoos to his abdomen, and push against him while simultaneously trying to raise your hips away from his.

“No, baby,” Daniel coos down at you, knocking your hand away from his abs, and continuing to press inside of you, pulling your hips down, “Don’t run from me. Take it. You know what to say if it’s too much for you.”

You do know what to say. But, the knot inside your tummy starts tightening again, and the overwhelming amount of pleasure isn’t too much. You can take it. Daniel rocks down to kiss you, but you’re too out of it to exactly figure out how to make your lips work, and his eyes shine. He moves to bite at your neck, you feel him speaking against your skin and it takes a few listens to realize he saying, “I love you,” over and over again. His thrusts get choppier and you know he’s close when his hand slips down to play with your clit. This orgasm feels different than the first. It feels like it burns your nerve endings with just how powerfully pleasurable it is. You can vaguely feel Daniel collapse against you as he rides out his climax, but you’re more concerned with the absolute ecstasy you find yourself floating in.

You blink a few times and you fail to adequately process what’s going on around you. You feel Daniel pull out of you, rubbing soothingly along your hips and thighs as he massages any soreness away. You can’t make out his words, but they sound warm and loving making you feel light and fluffy. You don’t recall him moving from the bed, but he suddenly has a warm rag pressed against your inner thighs to clean you up, and your ruined panties are gone. When he tries to wipe against your cunt, you slam your legs shut, jerking away from him. He doesn’t force your legs back open, but he eventually manages to clean up enough of your wetness that he’s comfortable to wait until you’re clear-minded. 

Daniel pulls you onto his lap and continues murmuring words of affection into the air, you feel them vibrate through his chest. You begin to rise out of whatever state you were in and shift in his lap, “Danny,” you try to speak, but your voice cracks roughly. He’s quick to grab a bottle of water on the nightstand and opens it for you, helping you drink as your arms are still too shaky. 

“When did you grab the water?” you question softly, you down nearly the entire bottle, and move to snuggle back into his chest, bringing your shaky hand up to trace his tattoos. 

“You don’t remember?” Daniel questions calmly, watching as you shake your head in dissent, “I think you were a little out of it after that orgasm. You melted into the bed—I couldn’t get you to say anything.”

“Oh,” you offer, looking up at him to read his face. You find nothing but love, so you figure it can’t be a bad thing.

“Do you know what subspace is?”

“No?”

Daniel nods understandingly and changes the subject, “I got this piece of cake for you earlier at the store. Can you eat it for me now and drink a little more water, baby? I’ll put on that crime show you like too.”

You agree to eat and drink as long as Daniel does too. Your hand shakes as you try to bring the fork to your mouth so you let Daniel feed you, he seems more than happy to do it for you. You kind of like it anyway, him taking care of you. You feel like your normal self halfway through the second episode of the show playing on the TV. You slide off of Daniel’s lap to sit beside him and focus on the show, pulling the blanket up to cover your legs, the plot of the show finally being processed by your brain.

“I’m going to go grab something from the living room, okay?” Daniel checks in on you, waiting for you to answer affirmatively, “Finish up that cake for me, love.”

You hum, grabbing the container from him and continuing to munch along as Daniel does what he needs to. He reenters the room with one of the boxes you had packed away. Daniel doesn’t look at you, he just opens up the box and starts putting all your belongings back to where they used to be. He pulls one of your heavier sweaters out of the box and moves to hang it up in the closet.

“No,” you say, voice scratchy. You watch Daniel turn to face you slowly like he thinks you’re going to tell him that you’re still leaving, 

“That sweater doesn’t belong in the closet. It gets folded and placed in the bottom row of the dresser.”

Daniel sighs relieved and smiles at you, “Okay. What about this one too, where does that go?”

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i have been getting a tad bit too obsessed with reverse 1999 lately and compiled some stuff around might edit it if i find more

this yapping session will be abt sonetto

her name is deprived from a fourteen line poetry called the Sonnet while also having the meaning of “little song or sound’

her udimo is a dog called Cirneco Dell’Etna a breed that originated from italy as stated in her storyboard

she doesn't know her date of birth and uses the date of when she was adopted by the foundation as her birthday (January 10th)

she's 16 yrs old

she's speculated to be 5'3 ft or 160 cm

her compliments are so sincere that people are often too shy to face her (the rizzler)

back in SPDM she was worried about vertin's arcane skill exams and tutored her privately

a helper in the SPDM once found a challenge letter with pink heart patterns in the trash bin (might imply that the letter was from matilda to sonetto)

sonetto is an artist as stated in her 80% bond story and glassfeder's description

sonetto likes collecting newspapers and treasures them

every year she gets a present from vertin on her birthday which is mostly a collection of poems

it’s implied (this is really obvious) that she has a crush on the timekeeper/Vertin and has also been implied sonetto's va during the reddit Q&A

on her medal she has an embroidered dog on it (i just thought this was cute)

since she doesn't know much about the outside world or her culture she doesn't see anything wrong with pineapple pizza or gelato pizza for that matter (april fools and pizza hut collab comic)

she keeps a frog in a jar in her room

time for voiceline analysis

"Sempre caro mi fu quest'ermo colle.”

this quote is derived from the poem L’Infinito by Giacomo Leopardi in the autumn of 1819 the poem is meant to show how he yearns to travel beyond his restrictive hometown of Recanati and experience more of the world that he studied.

this can also show the way sonetto might have wished to see the outside world just as she studied on the textbooks

"Regna sereno intenso ed infinito.”

a line from the poem Mezzogiorno Alpino written after a short stay in Courmayeur, Giosuè Carducci reflects on the clear Alpine landscape, with the aim of highlighting the power of nature.

the trees stood as if to enjoy the pleasure of the sunlight penetrating their branches, absolute silence dominates, broken only by the rustling of the river water.

this might show how much interest and adoration sonetto shows towards things outside of the foundation

“So long lives this and this gives power to thee.”

a line from the famous poem Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare, where he used this poem to praise the beauty of his beloved where their beauty is more preferable than a hot summer day. theres a bit of a change in the lines "So long lives this and this gives life to thee." the original line used life instead of power, it wouldn't really make sense if they used life for a buffer it would've been more of a healing skill so i get it

(i actually don't know what link this has towards sonetto soo fun fact sonnet 18 was about a man)

"I know the moon and this is an alien city”

the line is derived from the poem A London Thoroughfare 2 A.M by Amy Lowell the meaning of this poem is the feeling of being lost in a busy city, expressing emotions such as loneliness and being overwhelmed and how the only thing familiar to the writer was the moon. (aight im sorry idk how to word this one again another fun fact Amy Lowell is a sapphic and likes to call her muse or lover Lady of the moon)

“Each moment, now night.”

One of the lines from the poem Night by Max Weber (not the sociologist, also not sure on what to write since i dont actually know what the poem actually means i like to think that its about the silence and darkness of the night to show loneliness)

so basically most of these references loneliness and adoration towards the things the writer wrote about which might link to how sonetto might feel adoration and curiosity for the outside world and how she might've felt lonely in the foundation after being closed off from the outside world

(sorry if some words might not make sense and for how many things i've kept blank i failed literature so feel free to correct me im always up for discussion, its funny the way i found out most poets are queer are because of this)

[ariseur]

Hii I would like to make a request of "🍰time check on pre-nibelheim Cloud" with 'stay with me til i fall asleep' and 'fake dating', I hope you are comfortable with this and congratulations (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

✧˖° time check!! 🍰 : currently 12am when i’m starting this!

✧˖° edit ; i just realized this said pre nibelheim cloud and i am so sorry i forgot that! i hope this is okay 😭

lazing in bed isn’t so bad, you think. looking up at the ceiling with only the distant ambience of sector 7’s slums outside your curtained window was almost a little soothing to you as you fell in and out of slumber. the lingering pain in your side hurt like hell though — considering you were practically thrown at a wall a day or two ago by one of shinra’s most frustrating creations: a sweeper.

the warm sheets pressed against your back wasn’t much help to the stinging sensation that burrowed into your midriff, only adding to the extensive warmth that was enveloping your body with cool waves of sweat periodically layering itself against your skin. your eyes flit along the darkness of the room, squiggly shapes appearing along your line of sight when you focus on them for too long.

you can’t bring yourself to shift any more along the mattress as you hear the familiar clicking of a doorknob. you assume it’s tifa from how gently the door is opened, maybe coming to bring you a fresh change of bandages or more water that you’d politely decline.

you’re grateful she had let you bunk in this odd room she keeps underneath the bar, a small room for sure, but nonetheless better than bleeding out in the street or in a stuffy medical hut.

but only when you hear the quiet call of your name do your eyes dart to the right, spotting a familiar silhouette of spiked hair and a large buster sword on their back. your ‘boyfriend’, cloud strife. seeing cloud was somehow both difficult and pleasing, an oxymoron in a world where everything felt too simplistic to function. you’re not quite sure why he proposed the idea of the title to you, especially when you guys weren’t technically . . dating.

perhaps another tactic that benefited him in this battle with both the assholes of society, shinra included. or perhaps he just somewhat liked the idea of calling you his girlfriend, although you decided to push that thought far down into the creases of your brain as he approaches you; heavy boots against wood as they made their way towards you.

“you’re still up?” he asks, a monotonous tone that almost sounds deafening against the quietude of the dark bedroom.

“mhm,” you hum, hands clasping as they place themselves on your stomach. he shuffles over to the edge of the bed, placing a small glass filled with water and a small plate of toast on the worn down circular night table next to the bed, the wood lowly creaking with the weight of the objects.

cloud presses his lips into a thin line as he tries to figure out what to say. surely, a ‘boyfriend’ wouldn’t leave his partner possibly writhing in pain while he just walks away and continues on with mindlessly patrolling around seventh heaven right? therefore his mouth opens for another question, perhaps it comes out a bit wary when he says, “how’re you.. feeling?”

you turn your head for what feels like the first time in ages, the side of your cheek pressing against a cool part of the pillow to which you revel in, the foreign fabric refreshing your senses as you look at cloud. “not very well,” you mumble, voice raspy from the lack of use.

“oh,” is all he responds with. it almost looks a little scary, the way he simply just stands there, face invisible due to the fact that the only light illuminating his figure was the sliver of the backlight emerging from the doorway. “do you want me to,” he pauses, “go?”

your eyes stay on him for a moment before eventually upturning to the ceiling, eyes adjusting to the script dimness you’re met with on the roof. the ringing in cloud’s ears become unbearable as you both stay silent for a beat, so thick. so quiet.

you suppose he takes it as a cue to leave as he says nothing more and instead goes to exit the room before you whisper a tiny, “cloud?”

it shouldn’t be surprising, considering with how much mako and how much training it takes to become a soldier much less a mercenary would cause his ears to still perk up. he turns back to look at you, this time giving you a glimpse of three quarters of his face with the deep yellow lighting past the door. you purse your lips, watching the way his eyebrows remain furrowed with his head cocked.

“can you stay?”

“stay?” he parrots.

“until,” you almost stop yourself, halting your words as if you debated with yourself inside of your little head, tugging at the words as you weave them inside your brain before ultimately; you end up just spitting it out. “until i fall asleep, maybe?”

cloud didn’t miss the way the last word fell off into a meek mutter, your face wholly turning to the other side, the darkness of the other side capturing your face as he stands in the doorway. he contemplates for a moment, and you almost regret even asking him to stay. it almost felt a little odd. maybe you were desperate for comfort; or maybe you just needed him.

“i mean, it’s alright if you don’t want to. i get that it’s late—“

“sure,” you’re met with his curt answer, whipping your head back around as you hear soft footsteps advance. “are you sure you don’t need anything?” he asks, navigating around the room blindly in search of a chair to pull.

you manage a meager, ‘mhm’ as you hear a cut off scrape against the floor and see cloud’s silhouette lifting it and walking over to your bedside. he places the object as gently as he can but you can’t help but snicker as it still makes enough noise anyway to which he huffs.

“thanks, cloud.”

“don’t mention it,” he mumbles, sitting down on the wooden seat as he leans back, scooting his hips ever so forward so as to get more comfortable. it’s a difficult view, he must admit, considering he can’t see your face at all and vice versa, but he can’t let your pleas go unheard.

he know he’ll wake up with a kink in his neck from ensuring you get a good night’s sleep even with your hinderance, and he knows that either tifa or marlene would end up running down to check on you in the morning and see the two of you — but for some reason, he doesn’t care.

even when it’s midnight, seeing your head nuzzle into the pillow as your legs shift to a foreign part of the bed in search for a cool spot rather than the sweat barren sheets you’ve already claimed, is merely so refreshing to him.

crap, he thinks. you really do have him wrapped around your finger.

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[iknowyuu]

hello! i love ur sieun fics, i was hoping you could write something abt how sieun isn’t used to physical affection but he loves it coming from the reader and he’s trying to be better abt initiating physical touch first. thank you! 

focus

kdrama! sieun x reader

// read req!

tags: sieun longing for reader when they're right there, established relationship

note: this is just fluff LMFAO. i barely edited this sorry for any mistakes... hope u enjoy <3

♡

you're out of sieun's comfort zone.

obviously, he isn't someone who received much, or any affection past the age of six, and he's grown to keep his hands (and words) to himself.

you'd both been talking for almost a year, and you grew feelings for him after only a few months. he understood you, and never pressured you into anything. he gave you great advice and would encourage you when you felt you weren't at your best. he's seen you at your worst and he barely batted an eye, opting to help you take your mind off things by walking you through what he was studying, helping you calm down in the process. after realizing that, certain things.. changed.

what was supposed to be a quick and friendly high-five was just that; but your hand would linger just for a second more than you used to. playfully swinging your arm around his shoulder as the two of you were walking turned into you using that gesture as a reason to pull him closer, your hold gradually lowering down, down to his waist. even simply standing next to each other turned into a game of "will they, won't they?" as you stood uncomfortably close for friends, but too far away for lovers. little touches would linger for too long, and the atmosphere between you two slowly changed.

that being said, it wasn't a shock to his system when you asked him out. you knew he wouldn't make the first move, so you did. he agreed, of course!

right now, the two of you were walking back to your home, hands dangling dangerously close to each other. even though you've been dating for a while now, you barely knew whether or not he was comfortable with it. he hadn't explicitly told you he wanted you to hold his hand, and you didn't want to push any boundaries.

you both walked while engaging in conversation (one more than the other), and your hands continuously bumped into each other, and every time you restrained the urge to tightly hold his palm in yours, feeling the warmth of his soft hand.

you finally reached your house and let him in, shutting the door behind you. slipping off your shoes and in your slippers, sieun followed suit, following you all the way to the dining table. the two of you brought out your materials in preparation for a study session, comfortable silence following suit. well, in the outside world. in sieun's head, however, that was not the case.

he doesn't know how to tell you, and he wishes he could everytime he sees your face: he wanted to hug you without feeling awkward, he wanted to compliment you when he felt like it, and he wanted you to be able to hold his cheeks without you sensing his unfamiliarity with the gesture and pulling away in fear of making him uncomfortable. he wanted you to touch him however you wanted, but he didn’t know how to express it to you. he felt very conflicted in the sense.

"sieun? could you help me with.. this?" your voice trailed off as you looked to your left to find him staring at his paper, not making a move to pick up his pen. "are you okay?"

he nodded and leaned over slightly, explaining how to work through the problem. you thanked him and started working again, occasionally glancing over at his blank page. he wondered, would you mind if he told you he wanted to hold your hand? would you be annoyed with him if he asked you to hold him, maybe scoot your chair a little closer so his heart could be closer to yours? he knew you wouldn't, but he was still hesitant to ask you anyway. his brain was buzzing with so many thoughts that he couldn't even comprehend nor focus on what was in front of him.

an hour went by and he barely made any progress, which was incredibly unusual for him. you asked him twice more if he was okay and he responded with "yes," everytime, but it didn't cure the worry brewing in your stomach. "let's take a break," you stood up and stretched, noticing how he didn’t move an inch. “um.. are you sure you’re okay, sieun?” as you spoke, the feelings he’d been bottling up finally exploded. “you’ve been acting weird since we got here.. are you uncom-“

"can we hold hands?" he asked quietly. you looked at him in shock, and even he was surprised at the words that left his mouth. your surprise didn't last long though, soon a smile crept onto your lips as you looked at him, heart beating, mood elated. "yeah," you tried to not make a big deal out of it, but you couldn't stop the butterflies that swarmed in your tummy. he stood up and looked down, lacing his fingers with yours, and he finally felt satisfied. "you don't have to ask.. you can hold my hand whenever you feel like it, okay?" you said, looking at him with a flustered smile before tugging his hand, "let's gets some snacks!"

even though it was a struggle with only one hand, it was worth it if the other was taken by you.

♡

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[gamerwoo]

[skz] In Between: Bang Chan and...

characters: chan x gn reader (if there are any she/her pronouns that i missed while editing i'm so sorry it's an accident)

genre/warnings: idol!chan, non-idol!reader, fluff, humor, established relationship, the whole fic is set up like an interview video, reader is bigger than chan, it's mentioned that reader is older than chan, mentions of parties and alcohol consumption, mentions of murder in the sims lmao

word count: 3,490

summary: welcome to the couple's interview called 'in between:' where your favorite couples answer some questions to show a little background and insight to their relationships. today, we're exploring in between: _____ and bang chan!

minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

[a short preview of the video plays where _____ is holding chan’s face between their hands as they lean in closer. chan is trying to laugh but his cheeks are getting squished.]

_____: I will cry right now.

[the video cuts to the beginning of the interview. _____ and chan are sitting on stools beside each other.]

Chan: Hi, I’m Bang Chan from Stray Kids.

_____: And I’m _____.

Chan: And we’re at Gamerwoo today to answer a few questions about our love life.

_____: This is In Between: Bang Chan and _____.

[the intro card plays, and in the background, chan can be heard shouting their couple name and laughing loudly. then it changes to the question card before going back to the couple.]

[what was your first date?]

Chan: [looking to _____ in confusion] Was it…the concert…? Or the picnic?

_____: [looking back at him with a neutral expression] Guess.

Chan: …The…pic– No! Concert.

_____: Final answer?

Chan: [giving a solid nod] Final answer.

_____: [looking back at the camera with a wide smile] It was a picnic.

[chan starts sputtering and yelling while _____ just laughs loudly. nobody can really make sense of what he’s saying, but it’s obvious he’s not only embarrassed that he was wrong, but blames _____ for not giving him a hint.]

_____: Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever. [they look at chan fondly and rest a hand on his leg] You don’t have to sleep on the couch tonight, don’t worry.

Chan: [scoffs] Wow, yeah, thanks.

[the video jump cuts to _____ and chan talking about the actual date.]

_____: He asked me to go on a picnic and he set up a blanket with flowers and snacks and sandwiches and…yeah. It was really cute. By the river and stuff.

Chan: ‘And stuff’ as if I didn’t put my entire heart and soul into our first date.

_____: That was when you asked me out, dude. Our first date, you literally brought a fancy bottle of grape juice instead of wine because you can’t read.

[chan pauses a second, eyes wandering elsewhere as he thinks about it. _____ laughs quietly while they watch him.]

Chan: With the flower petals and star-gazing?

_____: [nodding] Yeah, that was when you asked me out. Not our first date.

Chan: Ohhhh, yeah, you’re right. Okay.

_____: [chuckling] Your memory is getting worse, old man.

Chan: [rolls his eyes and _____ continues to giggle more] You’re literally older than me.

_____: [looking back at the camera] That’s not what Seungmin says.

[how did you meet and what were your first impressions?]

_____: We…actually met through mutual friends. It was, like, at some random party and I guess Chris was in the area and showed up.

Chan: We were on tour and I was texting a couple friends I knew were around that area to just catch up, and one of them mentioned he was having a small party and wanted to see if I could make it, and I was like, ‘sure, why not? I got nothing going on tomorrow,’ so I went. [he looks over at _____ with a smile, grabbing their shoulder and lightly shaking them] And this one was there.

_____: I recognized him and I was kinda freaking out like a psycho, but I just played it off and was like ‘hey…I like your music and stuff’. But then we ended being beer pong partners and I got a little too drunk and told him I was actually a huge Stay. [looks at chan and they meet eyes] But I think we vibed, so.

Chan: [nodding] I thought you were cool. Very sweet; very charming. Definitely a little goofy.

_____: You still invited me to hang out, though – [they look back at the camera with wide eyes] which was super intimidating, by the way. He asked me to just go chill in the studio and then go grab lunch, and I was terrified. When I tell you I panicked trying to figure out what to wear. I had an entire ****ing breakdown.

Chan: You still looked good, though. And we had fun.

_____: We did. I’m glad I didn’t bail like I considered [laughs].

Chan: [also laughing] Could you imagine? We probably wouldn’t even be here right now. So yeah, thanks for not flaking.

[the video jump cuts to another shot of chan and _____ a little bit later.]

Chan: I would like to clarify that I was not drinking at that party. I played beer pong with water.

_____: Christopher is a coward.

[who asked who out and how did it happen?]

_____: [scoffs] It was absolutely not me. I didn’t have the balls to do that.

Chan: [blushing] It was me. I reenacted our first date, just made it more fancy with rose petals everywhere and we looked at the stars. I even learned where constellations were to point them out!

_____: [grinning widely as they look at chan] It was super cute.

Interviewer: How did you ask _____ out? What are the details?

Chan: [smirks directly into camera] That stays top-secret.

_____: Fans are gonna think we ****ed. 

Chan: [his eyes widen and he points at the camera] Okay, we didn’t do that. 

[what did the members think of _____, and what did _____’s friends think of bang chan?]

Chan: All the kids really liked _____. Everyone got on really well.

_____: None of them will let you forget you picked up someone at a party, though.

Chan: [lets out an exasperated sigh] You weren’t even just some rando, though! You’re friends with someone I’m friends with. You, me, him, and a couple other people all hung out before I asked you to hang out alone.

_____: I know, I was there. Tell that to the kids, buddy.

Chan: They don’t listen to me.

_____: [shrugs] I have no problems with them.

Interviewer: _____, what did your friends think of you dating a big-name kpop idol?

_____: Honestly, they clowned me for it. [laughs] They literally were making fun of me because it’s kpop, and I was like, ‘okay, whatever’. They met him a few times, though, and they think he’s really cool. But yeah, they’re always calling me a kpoppie and a koreaboo. 

Chan: And they say you’re living your y/n wattpad fanfic.

_____: Oh yeah, can’t forget the y/n thing.

[who said ‘i love you’ first?]

[_____ is clearly already flustered and Chan is giggling like a maniac.]

_____: Okay, to be fair…I probably wanted to say it before he did, but I was so scared to say it so I waited until he did first.

Chan: [smiling and laughing softly at _____] You’re such a baby sometimes.

_____: Yeah, and?

Chan: You’re my baby, though. [he reaches over to take their hand.]

Interviewer: When did you say it?

Chan: I think it was… I wanna say it was a few months in, at least.

_____: I was fully in love with this man, like, 2 weeks into dating.

Chan: To be fair, you knew me before I knew you. Or knew of me, I guess.

_____: My bar was also literally at the floor. You did the bare minimum and I was already telling my mom about you.

Interviewer: How did you know you were in love?

_____: Personally, I was obviously just…infatuated with the idea of him because I knew of Stray Kids, so I realized I actually loved him the first night we had a sleepover. He was super respectful of my boundaries, and the way he looked at me was just, like… It’s gonna sound so ****in’ cheesy but I’ve never seen someone look at me like that before. And he was just super sweet and it was like those cheesy stories and movies where you watch movies and cuddle, and dance in the kitchen really late at night and bake cookies and stuff. And then in the morning we made pancakes and watched TV and, I dunno. It was just really cute and made me realize I wanted every night and every morning to be like that.

[chan squeals and pulls _____ in for a tight hug. _____ is obviously embarrassed but is laughing and letting him coo at them. then it cuts to them sitting normally and holding hands instead while chan starts talking, like the hug lasted for too long.]

Chan: For me, I never really had a moment that hit me. I was always pretty fond of them, and that feeling just grew and grew until one day I was just kinda thinking about it and went, ‘oh, this is what being in love is,’ so then I told them the next time I got a chance in person.

Interviewer: How did you tell them?

Chan: We were just watching a movie in the studio and we looked at each other for some reason, but I think I blacked out so I forgot why, but I just [shrugs] told them.

_____: And I squealed. [nods slowly] Directly in his face.

Interviewer: Like, actually?

Chan: Literally–

_____: Like, full on pig squeal.

Chan: [laughing] Okay, I wouldn’t call it that. It was cute, though.

[has bang chan ever written a song about you, and if so, was it released and what song was it?]

Chan: Only unreleased.

_____: [whips their head over to look at him with wide eyes] You wrote a song about me?

Chan: [scratching the back of his neck and giving a shy smile] Maybe…multiple? [laughs]

[_____ holds chan’s face between their hands as they lean in closer. chan is trying to laugh but his cheeks are getting squished.]

_____: I will cry right now.

Chan: I’d prefer if you didn’t, baby.

[instead, _____ gives him a peck on the lips before releasing him. chan is still giggling and blushing. the video jump cuts to the couple sitting normally again while chan talks.]

Chan: I’ve definitely written some songs that are released that are…sort of inspired by _____ and my feelings and stuff like that. But, I mean, if we’re making a love song, obviously some real life stuff is going to inspire that. But the songs I’ve written completely about _____ or our relationship are still unreleased. They’re still…– They need tweaking.

Interviewer: Are you planning on releasing any of them at some point?

Chan: Maybe eventually. Like I said, they’re all pretty rough right now so they need some work. But maybe someday.

_____: Will I ever hear any of them?

Chan: [smiling smugly] When I release them.

[who’s the driest texter, and what are your names saved as in each other’s phones?]

[they stare at each other and seem to really consider the answer, but the video jump cuts to a reply because they took too long thinking]

_____: I think sometimes it’s me, and sometimes it’s him. Overall we’re both pretty good about not being too boring. 

Chan: Sometimes one of us is too busy to text back a lot or we’re just not in the mood so our texts are kinda lazy. Usually, though, they like to send memes or something. They have, like, 5 emojis that they use a lot, too.

_____: And Chan likes to spam-text. 

Chan: [looks at _____] Why’d you say it like that?

_____: Like what?

Chan: Like it’s a bad thing.

_____: I didn’t. …Don’t even.

[chan starts giggling, and _____ whacks him in the arm. then it jump cuts to them talking again.]

_____: In my phone, he’s Christopher with the werewolf emoji and a heart.

Chan: Which heart?

_____: The black one.

Chan: [nodding] Alright, I’ll take it. Um, for me, _____ is My Baby with, like, the emoji smiling with the hearts around it, and the couple kissing.

_____: [looking at chan] is it just the standard yellow emojis?

Chan: [scoffs, looking offended] No, I made them us.

_____: [looking back at the camera] Boomer.

Chan: Okay.

[do you ever read fanfiction about each other?]

_____: Well, there’s definitely none about just me, but I’ve seen a lot about Chan. Or we’ll just be vaguely mentioned as a background couple or something.

Chan: [looks at _____ curiously] Who are you reading about if we’re the background characters?

_____: [shrugs] Sometimes I see something interesting about one of the guys. But yeah, it’s never about me and Chris, unless it’s Stays guessing what our relationship is like or talking about how Chris would be in a relationship – which I guess still doesn’t count as it being about us.

Chan: Do you read any of the spicy stuff? [he leans toward them and wiggles his eyebrows]

[_____ slowly turns their head to look at them, their face void of any expression. chan continues to wiggle his eyebrows and giggle.]

_____: I’m gonna shove you out of your seat, Christopher.

Interviewer: Which name do you call him by the most?

_____: Usually Chris or Chan, but he’s Christopher when he’s in trouble or I’m just being…sassy, I guess.

Chan: Which is always.

[it jump cuts to _____ still talking about chan’s names.]

_____: There’s just something funny about whipping out ‘Christopher’ sometimes that I can’t explain.

Chan: It’s literally just my name.

_____: Christopher is funny somehow. You just don’t get it.

[what’s an item of yours that the other steals the most?]

Chan: My card.

[_____ is already loudly laughing, and while chan looks annoyed, he can’t help but chuckle as well.]

_____: Look, I know what people think. I know if anyone could date Chris, they’d be, like, taking his hoodies and stuff – I’ve seen the fanfiction, okay. I know that the common theme in a relationship with good ole Christopher Bahng is to steal his hoodies. But if you think I’m gonna squeeze my ass into his children’s XL hoodies, you’re wrong. I’m actually smarter for taking his card.

Chan: [looking at _____ defensively] I’m not even that short! I’m a very average size for a man. And my clothes are not children’s clothes.

_____: [looking deadpan off somewhere between the cameras and chan] I’m the size of the blue ***** from Poppy Playtime. I’m not gonna go out of my way to steal your Polly Pocket clothes.

Chan: [laughs at what they said] My sweaters are too big for even me. You fit into them perfectly fine, and you do take them.

_____: [making a disgusted face] Don’t expose me like that.

[the video cuts to another shot of _____ a little later after them and chan are done bickering]

_____: I would also like to clarify before Stays get mad at me: I always ask before I use his card. Or he offers first. And let’s be real, he’s making better money than me anyway.

Chan: Nah, I’ve seen what Stays say. They’d agree with you for taking my card instead.

Interviewer: Chan, is there something of _____’s that you take often?

_____: My hoodies!

Chan: [giggling] What can I say? They’re comfy! Smell nice, too!

[which member of stray kids is _____ closest with?]

[chan looks tired, sighing deeply as he tilts his head back to look at the ceiling. _____ is giggling at his reaction. then _____ looks at the camera and smiles proudly.]

_____: Me and Seungmin are besties.

Chan: See, [fixes his head to look in _____’s direction but not directly at them] I can’t tell if you’re a bad influence on him or vice versa, because you both tease me all the time.

_____: Yeah, but we do other stuff. We made friendship bracelets!

Chan: And then pointed out how I didn’t have one and was too old for making them, and when I said you’re older than me, Seungmin told me it was past my bedtime.

_____: Yeah, you get grumpy when you’re not in bed by 5. [giggles]

[chan shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose.]

Interviewer: What’s your friendship with Seungmin like? Like, what makes you feel closer with him over the other guys?

_____: Um… I don’t know, we just kinda hang out more often. Like we just chill together a lot. Lately, we've been playing a lot of video games together since he has more free time. He's been trying to teach me how to be better at first person shooters.

Chan: In return, they’ve taught Seungmin how to mod The Sims, which has been so good for everyone.

[it’s very clear chan’s tone is sarcastic, but _____ is laughing wildly, their hand on his shoulder.]

_____: No, okay! So I taught Seungmin how to download, like, clothing mods and stuff just for cooler physical things. But then I was explaining how there’s basically a mod for everything–

Chan: He has a murderer mod and he keeps putting sims of us into a room together and seeing who dies last.

[chan seems unamused while _____ is still laughing about it.]

_____: I told him he should start streaming him playing The Sims like that. I think Stays would have fun.

Chan: [looking visibly tired and concerned] The fact that you were a Stay before I met you absolutely, like… [turns to look at _____] blows my mind.

[_____ just continues to keep laughing.]

[what’s something the other does that you don’t like?]

Chan: I wouldn’t necessarily say you do things I hate, or that, like…bother me a lot.

_____: Yeah, I would’ve told you if it was bothering me.

Interviewer: Something small, like a pet peeve.

_____: Oh, [they turn to Chan] like you not coming to bed at a normal ****in’ time to cuddle with me, you gremlin?

[chan’s only reply is to laugh guiltily.]

_____: And then you wake me up at 4am coming into bed and whining about how I went to bed without you as if I’m supposed to wait?

Chan: Well, then my thing is that you won’t wait for me to fall asleep with you.

_____: [rolls their eyes and looks back at the camera] You’re unbearable.

Chan: [leans his head on _____’s shoulder and grins up at them, batting his eyelashes] But you love me sooooo much.

_____: What’s actually something I do that you don’t like?

[chan hums while he thinks, keeping his head on their shoulder.]

Chan: You take up a lot of space when you sleep.

_____: I have long limbs, where do you want them to go?

Chan: [lifts his head back up] Off the other side of the bed instead of all over me!

_____: That’s your punishment for not cuddling me. I’m gonna crush you with my body.

Chan: [sighs happily] What a way to go out, though.

[what’s something you especially love about each other?]

_____: I don’t know if I should be talking, like, to you about him, or if I should be confessing to him.

Interviewer: Whatever makes you the most comfortable.

[_____ turns their body to face chan, but after a couple seconds of silence and them very clearly growing more flustered with chan looking into their eyes, they look back at the camera instead. chan laughs loudly.]

_____: He’s just so caring about everyone. He takes great care of his members and always makes sure they’re doing okay and they’re being treated well. He always takes good care of Stays. And, I mean…y’know, also me.

[chan coos loudly and leans into _____, who is growing more and more flustered by the second. they start shrinking down into their stool. it cuts to chan speaking next.]

Chan: I just love how they were always themselves. Like, _____ knew who I was the entire time but has always been so real about themselves, and their real self is just so wonderful and caring and kind. The only times they’ve ever changed was to improve themself as a person or to learn or to grow. It’s never been changing to what they think my partner should be because I’m an idol, or changing to make me like them, y’know? [he looks at them and they’re smiling back at him] _____ is just _____. I love just _____.

[they lean in, but suddenly, the video shows the logo before cutting back to the idol, sitting side-by-side on stools still.]

Chan: Well, this has been In Between: Bang Chan and _____. Thank you so much to Gamerwoo for having us today, and we hope we can return in the future to do other fun things together.

_____: We hope Stays and…whoever else may have been interested in our love life enjoyed our little interview today, and hopefully we can do more stuff like this together soon!

Bang Chan & _____: [waving at the camera] Bye!

[as the logo card appears on the screen again, chan and _____ can be heard still loudly saying goodbye over each other, as well as laughing and making weird noises. The screen goes black and the recommended videos come up.]

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[lalalian]

let’s talk students: aethergarde dr (dragon rider school dr)

date: august 8, 2024

two people will be included in this post-- they're siblings but I didn't have as much down for them as the others.

also yes, ik i haven't been posting assignments regularly... I've decided that I'll post them sporadically instead. I will still grade them! No due dates.

anyway, please welcome Azelkariya and Asmokariya!

EDIT:

I was looking through this post for another ask, I realized I kept saying 'brother' instead of 'twin' when referring to Asmo in relation to Azel; I've since fixed those typos, I'm truly sorry for misgendering them :(

I'll make sure to refer to Asmo correctly in other posts I make about them!

pronunciation

azelkariya: (az-ul-car-ee-yuh)

asmokariya: (az-moe-car-ee-yuh)

Similar to Mongolian names, the twins to do not have separate ‘last names’, instead, their family name and personal name are joined together. Only friends refer to Asmokariya/Azelkariya as simply Asmo/Azel, people who are of a lower station or just unfamiliar with them refer to the twins as Asmokariya/Azelkariya respectively.

uh however, I will refer to them as Asmo/Azel in this character intro bc it’s easier.

appearance:

Azelkariya and Asmokariya are fraternal twins + they're both blind in one eye. Azelkariya is blind in her right eye and she goes by she/they pronouns (they are also afab). Asmokariya is blind in their left eye and they goes by them/them pronouns (they are amab).

They both look pretty similar because yk... they're fraternal siblings. The face claim below is most similar to what Asmo looks like; Azel's hair is a little longer-- I couldn't find a pic of what i thought her hair would've looked like, everything I found was either too fem or too masc 😭😭

They're both lean but muscular; Azelkariya has a large vertical scar (it's completely healed) on their left shoulder. She has two moles-- one on base of her neck and the other in the hollow of her collarbone. Azel and Asmo have both of their ear's pierced. Azel often wears a gold nose piercing, but will take it out when they need to fight. Asmo likes to wear simple long earrings.

sidenote (FIRST PHOTO): this model is actually half german half filipino, but I didn't base Azel and Asmo's ethnicity solely based off of only one culture, it's more of a mix + a lot of made up stuff! remember, this world is not the same as ours!

EDIT: Clothes style has been changed, based on the photos provided, a more complex and elaborate style is preferred in Azel and Asmo's culture. Long dresses and wide leg pants are commonly worn between both twins, though Asmo only tends to wear clothing like this during more formal events. Asmo tends to wear plainer versions of this style.

The clothing here will be what they would usually wear when you first see the two of them. I imagine they'd wear more breezy clothing than this, but honestly I still haven't established a specific style for them.

Asmo prefers:

-long pants

-darker colors

-not allergic to color like teagan

-leather

-practicality over style

Azel prefers to wear:

-tighter top garments

-darker colors, generally wears neutrals, especially brown and black

-likes wearing simple jewelry, especially rings

-wants more piercings

personality:

Asmo=Asmokariya

Azel=Azelkariya

Starting with Asmo, they're quiet, cold, and incredibly smart. I mean like prodigy level smart. Asmo's ever so slightly psychopathic, but mostly in the sense that they're the type to prioritize the people important to them in any way possible. They aren't unfamiliar to manipulation, as they've led multiple hunting excursions and even sat in their parent's meetings-- even going as far as to provide some insight on solutions to the issues discussed in said meetings. Needless to say, Asmo's got a lot of power in their kingdom. However, Asmo does not have experience in other places other than their own kingdom.

Asmo and Azel do not live in the Eudora Empire; they both had to go through several trials to be accepted into Aethergarde Academy to obtain a scholarship (like fighting and stuff, but yknow since it's aethergarde, it's harder than every other school). The twins both were offered multiple scholarships for their outstanding performance in the trials-- in fact, they will be the most well-known non-eudoran (not from the eudora empire) students because of all the articles written about them in the newspapers.

Moving on to Azel, she is definitely more on the bubbly side, and often relies on her twin. Contrary to her twin, they're really great with people. Azel is quite good at calculating (math) and making things, especially herbal tonics; but she's a little insecure about her potions because her parents are pretty nitpicky when it comes to anything Azel does. Azel is far more familiar with the Eudora Empire than Asmo; she actually has several friends in the empire, which is great connections wise as she has their public and financial support in her endeavors at Aethergarde Academy. Azel can summarily be described as light hearted, independent, and self conscious.

relationship & status:

Asmo is emotionally closed off from his parents, but they do receive the most affection from them. Asmo dislikes the fact that their parents are unfair to Azel, but despite what Asmo tries to do to mitigate this problem, their parents never seem to sincerely return their affections to Azel. Asmo feels like their parents are forcing Azel to constantly be in their shadow; Azel would have to create tonics for Asmo (like their parents would tell Azel). Obviously, Asmo isn’t a fan of having their twin in their shadow.

The twins were shocked when they were found to be such highly ranked riders— Especially Azel. Azel never really dreamed about becoming a rider and was often too preoccupied dealing with her family. Luckily, they do have a few friends who are riders, but none of them are ranked higher than B.

As for each other, Asmo and Azel feel pretty close to each other, but Azel has more of a tendency to hide things from Asmo. She often feels like Asmo’s taking on too many things at once, which makes her less likely to express her own worries to them. Asmo has picked up on this, and tries to show her that all the things they’re doing isn’t much of a strain on them. Despite Azel having a comfortable relationship with Asmo, she still feels a hierarchy of sorts embedded in their relationship. Asmo does not feel this way whatsoever towards Azel; they do not view Azel has a servant/ or a being lower than them.

Azel is friends with Anoa Erving, but not like close friends. They’re more like former classmates; Azel met Anoa when she bought some herbs from her stall.

likes & dislikes

likes: (azel)

-crocheting

-archery

-fighting (fav is sword fighting)

-taming animals

-making tonics

-going on long trips to the eudora empire

dislikes: (azel)

-her parents

-cooking, she always ends up burning her food

-bitter smells

-a little picky, doesn’t the most commonly served vegetables in the Eudora Empire

-the ocean

-heights (she’s gonna have it tough out when she’s learning how to ride her dragon... me too tho... me too)

likes: (asmo)

-azel, their twin

-soft spot for varanidae (similar to ‘fish’ the plural version of varanidae is ‘varanidae’)

-spicy food (they have a high spice tolerance)

-cooking

-fighting (fav is martial arts)

dislikes: (asmo)

-bland food (they’re like allergic to non-spicy food, to them, if a dish isn’t spicy, it’s ‘bland’ 😭😭😭)

-bugs, but they’re not scared of bugs— like they’ve got an intense hatred for them; is there a roach in your room? They’ll be the first person to rush over to kill it… I do hope you have enough marks to repair any furniture if this does happen

-tight fitting clothing (namely pants)

aura:

Starting with Azel, her aura is categorized as an informal marble. She is dual-toned— the gradation’s a soft lilac (#b7a1cc) and the strings of mana are a greyish dark blue (#282936).

#b7a1cc

#282936

Moving on to Asmo, their aura is categorized as a vivid sun. They are dual-toned; the inside of their aura is a dark almost black crimson (#170404), while the outer section is a brighter shade of red (#a80f0f).

#170404

#a80f0f

dragons:

Asmo will bond to a female blue and coral Bakunawa, and will name her Loa. Azel will bond to a male green-yellow-orange Quetzalcoatl, and will name him Awgé.

strengths & weaknesses

strengths: (azel)

-great at sword fighting (she fights with a scimitar)

-makes really good tonics; uses certain rare and unique ingredients to minimize side effects and maximize intended effects

-not unfamiliar with dragon riders, knows some basic things about riders

weaknesses: (azel)

-because of her aura, her shields are weak

-not used to leadership; not the best leader bc like, no experience

strengths: (asmo)

-good leader

-incredibly strategic

-can mask their emotions well, so you don’t really know what he’s feeling

-really good at fighting + good at convincing ppl

weaknesses: (asmo)

-unfamiliar with eudora

-can be intimidating to talk to

fighting style:

Azel fights with two scimitars; her martial arts skills are also pretty developed. She also likes archery. Asmo primarily fights with one scimitar, but I'd say their marital arts skills are slightly better than their swordfighting skills.

when you shift here...

I keep forgetting abt this section 😭😭 the twins will be 1st yrs when you shift here.

wanna know more about my aethergarde academy dr? here's a masterlist with everything I've posted about it!

no poll bc only one student is left, Anoa Erving!

[mediapiays]

https://www.tumblr.com/mediapiays/761093636217864192/if-14-year-old-me-could-navigate-the-absolute?source=share

Oh, absolutely. I've seen a few of these stories of poors ex-taekookers who fell for all the lies and manipulations other taekookers create and they spent years in that fandom believing and agreeing with them, and worst of all, spent all those years hating Jimin. But now they finally saw the light and feel so very sorry for all the harm they caused Jimin.

Every time I see one of these stories all I can think is "What a fuking idiot". And that's exactly what I think of this person. And honestly? Fuck them. They were a full adult who fell for shit that's so obviously false you don't even need to be an adult to see through it. They purposefully avoided official content and let themselves be surrounded only by other taekookers and their lies. They put themselves in that situation. Call me mean but that person is an idiot, plain and simple. And you don't get to be an idiot who spent years hating an innocent person than expect me to feel sorry for you once you finally realize you were being stupid.

And taekookers aren't even as convincing as people give them credit for, the people who believe them are just stupid. Their videos are clearly edited and lacking context and most of it is just short slow-motion clips with on-screen text consisting of some wild interpretations of what is essentially two guys making simple eye contact with each other. Nothing they say makes any sense if you think about it for more that three seconds. They constantly contradict themselves and change what's true and what's a lie at the drop of a hat. To them Jungkook or Taehyung briefly mentioning the other in a livestream it's definitive proof they're not just dating, but are straight up married. (Taekookers even have a date for their marriage and the number of kids they've adopted. I wish I was making this up).

Like, for fucks sake, taekookers main narrative is that Hybe is forcing Jungkook to pretend to be in a fake gay relationship with Jimin (who apparently is on Hybe's side and is also evil) to hide his real gay relationship with Taehyung.

A gay relationship to hide another gay relationship.

Gay relationships that are between idols.

Idols, people who are often forbidden by their companies be in even straight relationships.

All this happening in South Korea.

Famously homophobic South Korea.

Hybe deciding that this is somehow a good idea.

Jungkook and Taehyung putting up with this for over a decade despite having had the chance to not resign or at very least change their contracts not once but TWICE.

Jimin, Jungkook and 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 Taehyung being good enough actors to convincingly and consistently pull off this extremely elaborate and long-running lie.

All this going so far it culminated in Jungkook being forced to enlist with Jimin in the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺.

All of this for what is not even the most popular ship within the fandom.

And the reason? The reason for all this convoluted mess? Who knows, definitely not taekookers.

I'm sorry, but you believe this you're a fucking idiot. Unless you're are a child, not even a teenager, I'm taking 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 a child, than you shouldn't be naive and stupid enough to believe this shit for literal years. And the fact that most of these people are actually middle aged woman with husbands and kids. Sincerely, what the fuck?

No, these ex-taekookers aren't some poor little naive babies who got tricked by the actually bad taekookers. No, anyone who believed this bullshit did it because they WANTED to believe it. Some part of them knew deep down it is all bullshit but they ignored that part because they liked believing it's true. They found pleasure and satisfaction in believing these things and they were selfish enough to let that be more important than showing basic human decency towards a man who's only crime is threatening their fantasies.

So no, I have no sympathy for taekookers of ANY kind. Not the 'nice ones' and not the 'reformed' ones. They can all go to hell for all I care.

i have nothing else really to say anon because you practically read my mind. it also emphasizes how people in stan spaces really don't think for themselves and is basically a hive mind.

[luvhughes43]

crazy over you | jack hughes x reader

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request: I love your blackpink fc trevor insta edit!!! what about y/n whose sibling is a famous kpop idol and she ends up dating jack? maybe she could be mark lee’s sister, nct had a concert at newark a while ago!!

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ynuser ready for the show🪩✨

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fanone she’s going to the show??🥹🥹

fantwo queen supporting her brother����

yourbff she changed her outfit immediately after these photos were taken btw

ynuser stop exposing me😭😭

yourotherbff it’s true she’s now wearing an nct shirt she turned into a crop top and some jeans !

yourbff and some sparkly boots !

ynuser okay okay we get it !!

“yn! were going to be late you don't need any more pictures!” your friend shouted as she started walking ahead of you. at the rate you were going you were going to miss the beginning of your brothers show. 

“just a few more just-” you yelped loudly as you felt someone's shoulder hit you. you stumbled, and your camera hit the ground with a clatter. before you could comprehend what was happening a hand was against your shoulder helping you to steady yourself.

“I’m so sorry!” a guy apologized, reaching down to retrieve your camera for you. 

“it’s okay” you replied a little disoriented as you reached out to grab your camera from him. “i should've been looking to where i was going”

“were you taking pictures?” the guy asked.

“Yn!” your friends voice shouted at you as she was now even further away.

your head turned to your friends voice and jack must’ve caught on to your situation because he offered to take some quick photos for you. you posed, and jack snapped away, both of you not saying much.

“my apology,” he said to you as he handed your camera back to you. 

you smiled in response. “thank you. I’m-”

“YN LN! I swear if you're not walking up these stairs!” your friends voice reverberated throughout the staircase. 

“I’ve gotta go! thank you!” your voice was loud as you ran the rest of the way up the stairs to meet your friend. you could hear the unnamed mans laugh echo throughout the staircase. “im jack by the way!” you heard him yell.

“THANKS JACK!” you yelled back as your friend grabbed you by the arm and began pulling you along. 

notification [instagran]: jackhughes has followed you

Instagram DMS:

ynuser: hey stranger

jackhughes: hey girl with the camera

ynuser hearted a message

ynuser: how did u find my insta?

jackhughes: your friend almost shattered my eardrum when she screamed your name so i just gave it a shot on here

ynuser: LMAOO😭 we were running late for a concert

jackhughes: haha that makes sense then! it sucks that you were late but i liked getting to meet you

ynuser: even with my friend nearly shattering your eardrum?

jackhughes hearted a message

jackhughes: even then

ynuser hearted a message

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ynuser last night in newark❤️‍🔥

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jackhughes no 📸 credits ?

ynuser thank you stranger👍

hugheswh0re now why was he taking pics of this girl...

hockeyfan hugheswh0re because hes a normal person and is allowed to be friends with people ??

yourbff had the best time and SOMEBODY met the cutest person too🤭

ynuser i dont recall meeting any cute people🤔

yourbff like u weren't blushing and giggling all the way home...

ynuser I WASNT WTF !!!

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yourbrother ynuser THE RING??

ynuser is an accessory !

yourbrother lets keep it that way❤️

brothersfan protective activated🤣❤️

ynuser stranger🥲💘

jackhughes danger😈🔥

ynuser 😐 ok

trevorzegras congrats man🔥🔥

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yourbff CUTEST EVER ! I PREDICTED THIS RELATIONSHIP !

trevorzegras can u predict our relationship?😇

yourbff 😐😐

fanthree SHES DATING AN NHL PLAYER??? OMG????

jacksfuturegf86: WHY? WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME?? PLEASE JACK THIS ISNT YOU! THIS ISNT YOU LOOK AT ME BABY PLS🙏🙏

from then on you and jack continued to dm each other until you eventually went out on a few dates. you were honestly surprised by how well the two of you got along. you were forever grateful for your brothers show in newark and for the fact that you were running late<3

[mahitosmalnourishedmanhood]

Something Domestic Pt.2 18+

Summary: Her entire life, Kimiko had been convinced she was crazy. By her parents, her sister, doctors, everybody. So, she’s thankful to meet someone who assures her, her hallucinations aren’t just her mind messing with her. Too bad the messenger is a curse.

Tw: smut smut smut it got dirty quick (since this was meant to be the first chapter but i figured giving some of kimiko’s backstory first would be better) Mahito is his own warning, author is only halfway into season 1 so any conflicting details will be edited at a later date, mc can see curses and doesnt know wtf they are, idle transfiguration on Mahito during sex, stitches licking, neck biting, fear play (fantasy), dubcon I think? (kimiko is intoxicated and mahito has no idea what sex is), hair pulling, maybe ooc, creampie

Word Count: 1.7k

Part One Part Three

The two had introduced themselves, and talked for a bit before Kimiko began leading Mahito to her apartment. She isn’t entirely sure how exactly she managed to convince a stranger to come home with her, but she knows better than to question a good thing. She is fairly anxious, and his gaze doesn’t make things any better, and he knows as much, almost as though he’s trying to frighten her. She glances at Mahito occasionally as she fidgets with her nails. He can sense her fear, and it makes him feel delighted, especially considering how she’s ignoring it and her instincts for the sake of getting him home. He still isn’t exactly sure what she has planned for when they get there, though he doesn’t mind, either way he’ll learn a bit more about humans and then use idle transfiguration on her. Simple.

“You are quite nervous. Any particular reason?” He asks, stepping a bit closer and putting an arm around her waist, a slight shiver creeping up her spine at the touch. He is a bit tempted to use his idle transfiguration on her now, but she is interesting, if a little weird, enough to wait a little bit more before trying to do so.

“Oh— I just haven’t brought anybody home for a hookup before, much less a complete stranger.” Kimiko explains, her face bright pink and her muscles slightly tense under his touch, though she didn’t mind enough to move his hand. 

Mahito does look confused at the term hookup, but knows he’ll find out what it is once they got to where she was leading him. He keeps his eyes on her, and can tell she knows something is wrong, but she doesn’t try to move away or get him to leave, so he assumes she doesn’t know what he is exactly.

Soon, they reach her apartment and she steps in front of her door and unlocks it, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up as Mahito stands directly behind her, close enough that he’s breathing down her neck. She steps inside with him, and once he is inside he’s caught a little off guard by her suddenly tossing her arms over his shoulders and pressing her lips to his. He knows only a little about these kinds of behaviors, only enough to know she isn’t trying to attack him in any way. He’s unsure what to do with his hands at first, but soon he just puts them on her waist as she presses her chest to his and carefully walks him backwards until he hits the couch. 

He lets out a little grunt as she pushes him down onto the cushions and climbs into his lap, straddling his hips. She then pulls back from the kiss, her pupils blown wide, nearly consuming the blue of her eyes. “I’m sorry— I probably um- should’ve asked first.” He looks at her a little funny before he puts his hands on the sides of her jaw. 

He feels the urge to change the shape of her soul again, but is distracted by a new feeling pooling in his stomach and between his legs. This he has never experienced before, though he welcomes the feeling with open arms. He pulls her forward by the jaw and presses his lips to hers again in an almost desperate manner. She runs a hand through his hair and lightly nips his bottom lip, hearing him make a small noise of surprise in response. 

Her tongue slips into his mouth, and she uses her free hand to sneak under his shirt and feel over his chest. He slightly arches his back, leaning into the feeling of her warm hand touching his icy skin. She feels his tongue push past her lips, further into her mouth to an abnormal point, his tongue flicking against the back of her throat and making her gag for a moment. He realizes that might alert her to the fact he’s not a human, but surprisingly she doesn’t seem to notice it. If she does notice, she doesn’t care enough to dwell on it. He’s unsure if he’s thankful about that or not. He wonders if she’d still be the one leading if she knew he was a curse. He imagines her squirming and shivering under him with the knowledge he could kill her with a couple of words, and it makes him that much more aroused and needy.

Mahito puts his hands on her waist and squeezes as she pulls back from the kiss enough so she can properly start to undress him, slightly panting as she strips him of his top. She stops for a moment, and stares at the stitches across his neck before leaning down and trailing her tongue over them. She’s a little clumsy, but Mahito thankfully has no way of knowing as he tilts his head back instinctively and uses a hand to push her face further against his neck. She mouths over the stitches for a moment longer before leaving bites across his neck and starting to undo his pants. He mirrors her motions from a moment prior, removing her shirt and tossing it aside, staring blankly at her chest for a moment. She had something else under her shirt? Tedious. 

He moves to get her skirt off, deciding to let her deal with the rest. She soon stands up and removes her undergarments before tugging his pants down to below his knees. She looks down at him for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something or other before she settles in his lap again, his dick pressing firm against her thigh. It feels warmer than the rest of him, but still fairly cold. Mahito is nearly convinced he’s going to melt as their skin meets. He presses further against her until he’s pressing the side of his face against her chest.

He feels one of her arms snake around his head, likely to support herself and stay balanced while her other hand wraps around his shaft. Only a moment passes before she’s slowly sinking down on him and he’s suddenly overwhelmed with her warmth, though it still feels like it’s not nearly enough, nothing compared to what he believes lies ahead. He lets out a small sigh into her skin, his hands resting on her hips as she moves them slowly. It feels like agony, and he only gives her a second before he’s experimentally moving her hips for her, his large fingers digging into her hips hard enough for bruises to show the next morning. 

Kimiko runs a hair through Mahito’s hair, and curiously tugs on one of his ponytails, forcing his head back until he has no choice but to stare up at her. She gives him a little grin, and the sight makes him throb inside of her. She leans her head down and rests her forehead against his, shutting her eyes as she rocks her hips in the fast pace he’s chosen for them. She adds a bit more force into it, and lets out low moans, close enough that Mahito can feel her breath fanning across his face with every sound she makes for him. He keeps staring at her, and again mirrors her actions, moving his hips up into hers, and he feels excitement rush through his body at the bolt of pleasure the action brings. One hand slides up Kimiko’s back, pressing on her spine just hard enough to get her to arch it for him, seeming to get him even deeper than before.

“Oh, this has to be the best night of my life.” She tells him softly, almost quiet enough that he doesn’t catch it at first. Almost. Mahito can hear a buzzing suddenly, but he pays no mind to it, simply just continuing to thrust up into the pretty little human on his lap. He sprouts another arm, his third hand forcing her hand from his hair and making its way into her own. He tugs her hair like she had done to him, only now it’s to force her head down, rather than up.

“Yeah? Mind telling me why that is, hm?” Mahito grins as he thrusts into what seems to be a particularly sensitive spot for her, as both of her hands reach for his shoulders and she lets out a noise louder than before. He hits that spot again, and again, wanting to continue to draw those pretty sounds from her, even if it means she likely won’t answer his question. He’d rather listen to this anyway. She still does her best to answer, but ultimately crumbles, holding onto his shoulder as her thighs tense and tremble. 

Mahito is suddenly all too aware of the growing heat in the pit of his stomach, and he leans back against the couch, fucking up into her with far more force now as the tension in his stomach feels like it’s about to snap. “Oh, I feel like I’m going to burst.” He practically whimpers to her as he leans in to kiss her again, and she merely nods in agreement, her own orgasm only seconds away. He can’t focus on anything aside from how impossibly warm he feels and the bliss coursing through his veins as the pressure in him finally bursts. He stills, and Kimiko rocks her hips into him desperately, the feeling of him filling her up sending her straight over the edge. She grows nearly impossibly tight around him before she leans into his chest, staying still while they both take a moment to come down from their highs. 

After a few moments, Kimiko gets up, not wanting to get that intimate with her new friend by snuggling with him during a mere one night stand. She tugs on her underwear and her shirt, looking at Mahito in her half dressed state. “My bathroom is the first door on the left in the hallway, if you want to shower. I am going to go lay down though, my legs feel like jelly.” Kimiko sighs with a small giggle. “My bedroom is straight down the hallway if you want to stay the night, or you can sleep out here, either works.” And with that, she leaves Mahito to himself as she goes to lay down for the night. 

[daisies-daydreams]

Angel in Red - Pt. 2 (Jason Todd x F!Reader)

Image Source(s): Pexels & DC Comics

Pairing: Jason Todd x F!Reader Category: Angst Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Depictions of Gun/Knife Violence, Blood/Gore, Kidnapping, Attempted Murder, Swearing Word Count: 2.8k+

Summary: Your actions from last night have endangered you. Will you be able to make it out of the mafia’s grasp?

A/N: Pt. 2 of @maybethatfanfictionwriter's request. I hope you enjoy!

Pt. 1 <- -> Pt. 3 (WIP)

You took a deep breath as you walked back from the bathroom. You looked down at your phone as you took your seat, tilting your head when you noticed that it seemed to slightly change from where you left it. You peeked behind your shoulder to see Sullivan still in a meeting with Montoya. A lump swelled in your throat as you opened a new text from an unknown number. 

“This is John, your driver. I’ll be waiting for you out front in a gray SUV” 

You liked his message before Montoya suddenly stomped out of Sullivan’s office and slammed the door behind her. Her nostrils flared as she gritted her teeth. 

“Are you alright?” you asked. She glanced over at you, her features softening as she sighed. 

“Sullivan just re-assigned me. And I was this close in getting a major break on the Marchetti case!” she scoffed as she stared into his office, the police chief busying himself on his computer. You frowned. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. Montoya sighed. 

“Not your fault, (L/N). It just doesn’t make any sense to me…” she shook her head as she walked away. You bit the inside of your cheek as you tapped your pen against the desk. While you were relieved that Sullivan didn’t have Montoya killed, the fact still remained: your boss was working with a major crime syndicate. You looked up at the clock hanging on a nearby wall.  

One more hour. 

Minutes seemed to crawl by as you filed paperwork and did other various clerical tasks. Your palms were sweaty by the time five o’clock hit, your mind racing as you tried to remain calm. You sighed as you shut down your computer and grabbed your purse.

“(Y/N),” Sullivan called from his office. You tensed, your body shaking a little as you slowly turned around. He motioned towards himself with his index finger. You swallowed thickly as you shuffled inside his office. 

“Yes, Chief Sullivan?” you asked as you gripped the strap of your purse. Your boss glanced over at his computer, then back to you, his gaze steely with a hint of suspicion. 

“I noticed the date on this form is incorrect. Could you please change it for me?” he asked as he slid a police report over to you. You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded. 

“Yes, sir. I’ll get it taken care of,” you said with a slightly nervous smile.

"Keep it together," you thought. He only grunted in reply as you shuffled out of his room and plopped yourself down at your desk. You quickly made the edit before stepping back inside. 

“Thank you,” Sullivan said. You nodded and turned around. “Oh, and one more thing,” he added, his voice calm and slow. You held your breath as you heard him stand up and lumber towards you. You nearly squeaked when he held his hand out. “You forgot your umbrella here last night,” he said with a soft grin. You felt the tension in your chest relax as you took it from him. 

“T-Thank you, sir,” you said. “Goodnight,” you added before shuffling your way down the hall. Almost there, just a bit further. Your heart glowed when you saw a gray SUV parked in front of the building. A thick sheet of rain drenched the cracked pavement before a sudden flash of lightning streaked across the sky. You shivered and opened your umbrella before stepping out, your heels clicking against the sidewalk as you made your way to the vehicle. 

You opened the door and threw your purse and umbrella over as you grinned at the driver. 

“Thanks again for picking me up,” you said as you climbed inside and shut the door behind you. “I’m sorry it took me a bit-” your eyes widened when you felt a cold blade held against your throat. Time seemed to slow down as you faintly heard the sound of the car doors locking while someone pulled a bag over your head.

“Drive!” a gruff voice behind you barked. The car lurched forward as you remained as still as a statue - your eyes wide and heart racing wildly. You hissed as someone roughly grabbed your arms and tightened a zip-tie around your wrists. You gasped when the man behind you dipped the tip of the knife between your clavicle.

"I say we kill the little bitch right now," a low, soft voice behind you lilted. You swallowed thickly as you felt him trace circles over your collarbone.

“You better not. The boss doesn’t want us to get the seats dirty,” the driver said, his voice deep and gravely. You shivered as you felt the knife disappear from your skin.

"Honestly, I wonder how you even made it into Marchetti's," a new voice sighed.

You couldn’t help the tears that fell down your burning cheeks as you desperately tried to think of something...anything to get out of this.

"Knock it off," the driver barked. The two men in the back settled down and shuffled in their seats. Your tears soaked the bottom of the sack as the space around you grew stuffier. You gasped when you heard something loud bang against the roof of the car.

"The hell was that?" one of the mobsters gawked. The sound of hail started to bang on top of the car before a roll of thunder cascaded down the streets of Gotham.

"Just the storm - don't be such a twat" the first voice taunted.

“Shut up, both of you. We’re almost there,” the driver said as the car slowed. The road grew bumpy as you kept your head low. Your heart sank as the car came to a slow stop.

"C'mon, princess," the second voice grunted into your ear as he popped the car seat out and roughly shoved you out of the car. You scowled and tried to flinch away, only to be hit on the back of your head. You yelped as he grabbed your wrists and dragged you through the cold, rainy night.

This was it - your forced footsteps bringing you closer to your demise. You heard the sound of a heavy door creak open before you were hastily shoved inside. The rain drummed on the roof above you as you heard the thud of their shoes surround your drenched form. You blinked as you heard the sound of a boat horn and seagulls squawking. 

"The docks?" you murmured to yourself. You hissed in pain as a heavy boot swung into your stomach. You coughed and fell onto your side while the men around you laughed, their dark chuckles sending chills down your spine.

"Can you believe this is the bitch who nearly ratted out Sullivan?” one of the men teased as he kicked you again.

"Stop it!" you wheezed as a sharp pain ran through your side. Your heart stopped when you heard the click of a gun.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart…it’s almost over,” the first voice “comforted” in a venomous voice. You squeezed your eyes shut as you clenched your fists, your heart pounding inside your ears and drowning out any noise surrounding you. You waited for the split second pain that would shoot through your skull…but it never came. Instead, you heard the sound of gasping. 

“What the fuck?!” one of the mobsters yelled before the sound of a punch being thrown echoed through the room.

“S-Shit, it’s Red Hood!” one of the other men stammered. Your jaw dropped as you laid on your side.

“What the fuck are you doing?! Shoot him!” the first voice barked. You yelped when the sound of gunshots rang out, followed by the sudden noise of more punches being thrown. You tried to scramble away from the chaos, your bag falling off of your head in the process. You blinked as the fight continued, men grunting and groaning while you squirmed behind a large crate. You panted as you sat yourself up, your head pounding while you snagged the tail of your restraints between your teeth. 

The sound of something cracking made you flinch as you tightened the zip tie before holding your hands above your head. You squeezed your eyes shut before bringing your clenched fists into your stomach. You huffed as the tie suddenly snapped, another sharp wave of pain rolling through your abdomen. You gasped when one of the men suddenly flew over the crate and slammed against the wall, his gun sliding across the dirty warehouse floor and next to your feet. 

You turned when you heard a new voice suddenly groan in pain. 

“Thought you were so tough, huh?” the driver’s voice chuckled. You bit your lip as you gazed down at the gun gleaming beneath the red exit light. You slowly picked up the weapon before peeking around the corner. You gasped when you saw how huge the driver was: a hulking man who lumbered towards the vigilante crumpled on the floor. You furrowed your brows when you watched the driver kick Red Hood in the spine, the masked man grunting and writhing in pain. 

“I’m afraid this is your last fight with the Marchetti’s,” the driver sneered as he aimed his gun at the vigilante’s head. You suddenly pulled your gun up and fired without a thought. The gunshot rang out through the large room as the driver yelped, the bullet grazing over his shoulder. You remained glued to the floor as you dropped the gun with a clatter.

The Red Hood quickly rolled over and shot the man in the arm, crimson spraying across the floor in a filthy splatter. You didn’t even hear yourself scream as the driver wailed in pain and clutched his arm. You trembled as you slowly sank to your knees, the masked man groaning as he slowly rolled back up and grabbed the mobster by the collar of his dark coat.

“Go tell Marchetti that I’m coming for him next,” he growled in a low, husky voice. The driver’s eyes grew wide before he quickly nodded. He scrambled out the door, his blood trickling across the pavement before he started the car and drove off. 

You felt your heart drop into your stomach when the Red Hood turned his unreadable gaze towards you. Your chest felt unbearably tight as your knees shook. 

“P-Please, don’t shoot me,” you sobbed as you shrank beneath his gaze. The muscular man before you rose to his feet as he silently stared you down. You flinched when you felt his shadow loom over you, his breathing ragged as he stood tall before you. 

You blinked as he knelt down in front of you, his hands draped over his thighs. You recoiled as he reached his hand out, your breath shaky as he wiped a tear from your cheek. 

“Are you alright?” he asked in a hushed voice. You blinked and raised your head ever so slightly. The sound of police sirens rang in the distance before you could reply. The masked man whipped his head around before raising to his feet. He grunted and held his lower back before turning back to you. 

"Thank you...” he said in a gruff, albeit hesitant, tone. You nodded and felt your stomach twist into a sickening knot when you saw a body lying against the wall. You blinked and looked around when you noticed that he disappeared from the room. Your heart still pounded as several officers suddenly kicked the door open and filed into the building. 

“HANDS UP! GCPD!” an officer barked. You instantly shot your hands in the air as they all pointed their guns at you. 

Your eyes widened as Commissioner Gordon stepped through, his thick brows furrowed as he met your gaze. He slowly lowered his gun as all color drained from his face.

“(Y/N)?” he murmured. 

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[faeriedays]

“#i loooooove fashion stuff its so cool #especially good omens metas #like i can rant to you about crowley's costume designs all day long”

I’m listening 👀👂

Sorry it took so long for me to reply! I was busy writing this out all day, lol.

It's long so I'm putting a 'Keep Reading' for anyone who wants to back out.

So I'm not very good at explaining things and these have probably already been mentioned but here goes :) I also have images but I messed up their formatting (I do have image descriptions though, even if I'm bad at writing). Warning for probable spelling mistakes and if something doesn't make sense, I literally have spent all day doing this instead of homework and I am so excited that I might have missed something in editing.

Before we dive deep, I’m going to list off the bat the outfits I don’t necessarily talk about or use as examples all that much in this essay thing/rant:

I’m going to put the knight outfit here because I don’t talk about it in great detail here but it’s still amazing and I love it. It definitely plays in with the classic ‘all black, nice shape, cool texture’ package that you’ll read about later. He must’ve been so uncomfortable in this but he looks great, I also wonder if he had long luscious locks underneath that helmet 👀

I also don’t talk about his Original fit much, but it's still so slay. I like how Crowley is wearing dark gray and not just black in his beginning outfit, because it already shows that he’s not quite on the side of evil but a shade of gray. He never was on the side of evil…think about it, most of his outfits have some sort of color other than black, even if it’s really dark gray...

I think the Angel fit is important because first of all he’s adorable and secondly it gives us more insight to what his rank could have been based on his sleeves and collar. It also makes me sad because he’s just a little guy !!! Poor thing.

And though it’s one of my favorite things, I don’t talk much about the 70s fit even though he’s literally so handsome I can’t even. The shirt, the boots, the glasses, the moustache...I want to be him, he’s sososo gorgeous aughhhh,,,,, (I also think his big chunky watch is really funny lol)

Oh, and I almost forgot his pretty little turtleneck. This outfit doesn’t vary much from his other outfits, and also it’s possibly normal for him to be wearing this garment, considering he wore a turtleneck in 1966. I just think it’s fascinating how he changed his outfit for a fun little date with Aziraphale going around SoHo. That’s really cute of him. 

I also think it’s funny that the only 3 times he wears a turtleneck is 1967, this time, and his angel disguise. They’re his ‘time to be mischievous’ garments, because in 1967 he’s robbing a church, modern day he’s sneaking around SoHo with his angel, and in Heaven, well, he’s infiltrating it and going through secret files.

And as I was editing this, I forgot his Eff Stuff Up Jacket. He wears this in the deleted scene where he took down the phone networks, and idk I just thought it was cool. The fake ID card is great too. He’s doing it with style, he is.

Look at that beautiful demon right there. I love how his lapels point down towards hell when he does this, since he’s doing a hellish task. That’s really neat.

Moving on...

First of all let's talk about the color palette. This is kind of obvious so don’t judge me, but I absolutely love the colors that are picked out for him. Mostly black, yes, but also red (which I find fascinating as it is the contrasting color to Hell's green look and also the stereotypical 'devil' color), and sometimes a dark gray or an oxblood. I think it's just really cool because no matter how many different outfits, Crowley, like Aziraphale, has mostly the same colors.

I think it’s nice (well maybe not nice, nice is a 4 letter word…) how he has a more warm-toned, deep, rich palette while Aziraphale’s colors are more cool toned and light, complementing each other (as always, but you’d assume that the warm, caring angel would have more warm, full tones and the cold, aloof demon would have the opposite). 

I’d also like to add that since Crowley has his beautiful snake eyes, he’s likely dichromatic, meaning he can see in two colors, blue and green, but also that he could be colorblind to red (this is probably why Aziraphale dresses in blues, but it also makes me wonder about Crowley and his outfits; does he think he’s dressing in grays or a less saturated red?) Anyway, more images because he's pretty and I like colors :)

 His selective color palette means that a lot of what makes his outfits, well, his, is something else. This would be mainly texture. Whether it's scaly (like his snakeskin…‘boots’) or ruffly (see 1827 for a major example of this, just look at these freakin patterns omgomgomg) or an almost stripy texture (like the 1941 suit and Bildad’s fire fit), Crowley's outfits benefit because of those extra touches. They make his outfits stand out, especially with a ‘limited’ color palette.

In addition, he is often dressed in the kind of clothing that accentuates his height and build. He wears waistcoats that almost bring a cinched waist effect (and accentuate that pretty little waist of his!!! god i wanna see him in a corset so bad), and sometimes he wears vertical patterns/textures to make him seem even taller, which is especially fitting for a lean demon.

His shoulders are accentuated with either a puffy sleeve (see 1827 or 1601) or a squared off look (see modern day and various suits from time). It definitely gives a nice touch and affects his overall shape and appearance.

I also just wanted to mention in this section before I move on that I love how his lapels point up like little demon horns. I think that's cool 😈.

Okay this part is one of my favorite parts. Crowley LOOOOOVES to adorn himself. B U T T O N S (this mfer is addicted to buttons), serpent pieces, bows; you name it, it’s probably going to end up in his outfit. He is so fancy and with time brings even more ways to add glitter and glam to his clothing. And he isn’t careless with his accessories either; his extras line up with his outfit and instead of distracting from the rest of his garments, brings it all to a more composed, complex look while making it still look complete and not ‘busy’.

It’s also good to notice that he usually wears jewelry/metal that is either silver or black. Gold isn’t his color and he knows it; this is especially important because that’s a ‘heaven’ color (white, gold, light gray) while silver is more of a hellish color (silver, green, black).

The bows and neckwear:

The buttons !!!:

The snake pieces, the snake pieces! Whether it’s a texture, a silver piece, whatever it may be, there’s always something snake related in his outfit.

Another thing I find fascinating is the fact that modern Crowley wears a lot of clothes that appear in the ‘women’ section and things that would not be considered stereotypically masculine, but rather androgynous. He dresses like a snazzy little lesbian and I adore it. (Looking at those super skinny, too tight jeans,,,)

Girl you ATE.

I am now going to go on a tangent about the fact that Crowley is not afraid to dress in a way that would worry and/or agitate people. He plays with expression and probably loves when people give him weird stares. Whether he dresses in a surprisingly feminine way (see Mesopotamia, see the Crucifixion, see Ashtoreth), whether he dresses like a mourner (see Rome and kind of 1827 a little bit), whether his outfits go against the status quo (literally pick your poison), he is always doing it in style.

Images:

It's interesting for her/him/whatever Crowley wants forever to dress more feminine at the earlier two times, because it would be more customary for her to be accompanied by a man, meaning she's giving off the vibes that she's related to Aziraphale by blood or marriage. I think that's cute tbh. I also love Ashtoreth, she is SERVING, I love her hair, I love her vibe, I love how she was inspired by Mary Poppins. She reminds me of Mrs. Andrews from the Mary Poppins musical.

More images:

I didn’t know where to put this but I wanted to mention that Crowley in 1827 is dressed masculine but more flamboyant than Aziraphale at this time, and corrects pronouns/honorifics when Mr. Dalrymple tried to say ‘Mr.’ Nonbinary ICON right there I love them.

Okay now let me give a more fascinating and detailed example of Crowley being a weird little guy, Rome.

Oh, Rome. Crowley is basically dressed like either a dead guy or a tourist tbh and I think that’s hilarious.

The laurel wreaths are usually either for emperors/high class (which was probably what Crowley was going for after tempting one) or they’re in funeral portraits. The wreath represents your achievements in life and Definitely is not street wear.

His hair is definitely not in style with the military chic kind of vibes that were going on at the time like Aziraphale’s–no no no, his curls are more fit to be a lady’s hairstyle (if he’d grown his hair out ofc). 

The dark clothes definitely give a mourning kind of palette, but that’s relatively normal with Crowley. What isn’t is his weird shawl thing with the red zig zag that is definitely foreign and most certainly draped the wrong way.

He’s wearing a pin and ring brooch??? That’s definitely not from Rome. That’s more of a British Isles thing–this kind of pin and ring brooch is not from Rome. But it’s very weird because unlike the Romans, who loved snake jewelry as it represented rebirth and healing, the British Isles did not do snake jewelry. So where’d he get this commissioned?

Bro is so unfashionable, and he’s homeless, gay, has aids, and is new in town /ref new in town. His dark glasses are probably the only thing that’s relatively normal here, as it makes sense that his glasses could exist in this time period, whether they be from Rome or any number of other places.

✨Snazzy ✨

Which brings me to my final topic: his sunglasses. I love how they change to reflect himself throughout history. Of course he follows the latest trends in fashion and such, but I also appreciate his little spin on them.

Here are some of my favorite pairs:

So yeah, in summary I love Crowley’s overall design and how it suits him over the course of 6000 (or let’s be real, millions of) years.

What's your favorite outfit (and also can I have a freaking wahoo after this, I'm so out of breath metaphorically)?

PS: I bet you’re wondering, ‘well what about the angelic disguise???’ Well fret not, for I loveloveloveee the heaven disguise. It just didn’t make sense to group it with the things I was talking about earlier, so here goes:

He’s still in grey, which is nice, but it’s really light grey. He also is wearing a turtleneck, which I find funny. Perhaps this is because most of the angels don’t wear a stereotypical dress shirt, so it helps with blending in. His jacket, however, is specifically not heaven-like. It’s far too casual, and even zips up, which leads me to believe that this is supposed to be satire on how professional the angels are supposed to be. He does have the color-coding right, though; he has a white shirt under a darker color jacket.

His thick ass tie is hilarious. It’s bright, it’s flashy, it's glittery, and it would seem very suspicious and attention-grabbing to me if I were an angel. I also find it fascinating that he does this, as gold is shown to be not as fashionable in season 2 (I’ll be using Uriel as an example in a moment). I think he does this so that he can show how tacky angels are and how not up-to-date he is with them. 

Crowley’s tie:

Uriel (a very fashionable angel indeed) keeping up with the trends:

You can see in the set of images how the angelic fashion changed from copious amounts of gold to no gold at all. 

Finally, I want to talk about his other accessories. 

The headband is really silly, and it gives him a little bit of poof in his bangs, which ever so slightly mirrors him when he was an actual angel. The black with light swirls definitely gives off a tacky vibe. 

His glasses have lighter colored metal frames, which I find interesting too. 

And he didn’t dye his tattoo gold for this btw. He put a freaking STICKER of his tattoo over his actual tattoo. That is HYSTERICAL to me I can’t even.

Overall, the fit almost gives off a Y2K vibe to it. I think that’s interesting too because maybe that’s the last time before the Apocawhoops that he saw the Angels’ clothing? I dunno, and that would also be interesting because he usually tries to dress as modern as possible, maybe he's being a couple decades out of date for the funnies. Anyway, it’s working and it is hella funny. And I love Muriel’s expressions during this scene, they are not convinced.

So, in summary, our snakey boi decided to dress in the tackiest, most satirical way for his angelic disguise. He does not look like a bee in this beehive, he looks like a poorly-dressed wasp, hehe. I wonder how Aziraphale would've reacted if he saw Crowley's disguise...

(also, I didn’t mean for this to end up as a ‘Do you love the color of the sky Crowley’ kind of post, I just find fashion, especially historical, really fascinating and I definitely didn’t get all my words in but I think it’s more than enough for now)

[birinboom]

so hoshina huh 👀 JDJDJDODJDK this sounds so threatening but i am actually dying to know more. what’s the dynamic like? what drew you to him to begin with? im a hungry little girl and im begging for crumbs

EDIT: I might end up changing some of the lore to make everything fit better

Sorry to keep you waiting for your meal! Aaahh I’m still so awkward about it, it took me forever to work up the courage to answer 🫣 You make selfshipping seem so easy, Kendy, I envy you!!

I guess I should give some backstory or some of my answers won’t make much sense…

So basically, I’m a scientist from Scandinavia, specializing in troll (kaiju) biology. I’m selected for a 6 month work exchange program with Izumo Tech, in particular with the science unit at the Tachikawa base. 

The general idea for the work exchange is that the biology of kaiju/troll/cryptid/monster/whatever local name they’re given varies vastly across the world and five the countries with the highest monster emergence decided to do a collaboration between their science divisions in the hopes of sharing knowledge and improving our defenses.

I’ll need one of the fighters from the 3rd Division to perform regular tests on to check their equipment in the hopes of improving it, and Hoshina is selected to assist me solely because he’s the best at English in the 3rd Division. He’s quite happy to be selected since it means he’ll be relieved of a few of his regular duties, and he offers to be the one to pick me up at the airport so we can begin our collaboration on a good note. 

He enjoys my company enough that he takes me sightseeing on his days off, and he quickly becomes my go-to person if I’m having any form of trouble - like the one time I got kicked off the base because I forgot my ID back at the lab and needed someone to vouch for me to get me back in. 

Our friendship soon morphs into more of a situationship, both of us constantly reminding ourselves that I’m only in Japan for 6 months, it CANNOT become anything more. Not that that stops either of us from falling in love.

In the end I end up getting a permanent job offer from Izumo Tech so I’m able to move to Japan and we start officially dating.

So… there you have it. Yeah. OKAY YOU HAD QUESTIONS!

What’s the dynamic like

I’ve been thinking about this one so hard cause I’m not sure what answer you’re looking for here… I guess introvert/extrovert fits since I’m shy and awkward until I feel comfortable and Hoshina is very much the opposite. He’s good at drawing me out of my shell. Though he does like when I’m shy and blushing, it triggers his cute aggression which makes him want to tease me, which in turn only makes me blush more. It’s a bit of a spiral that usually ends with him kissing me silly but I can’t help but love it 🤭

There’s generally a lot of laughter in our relationship. We take care of each other, whether he’s injured or I’m sick, and there’s a lot of mutual trust in that we always want what’s best for each other. Plus brat vs. brat tamer. Hi, I’m the brat 🙋‍♀️

What drew me to him to begin with - in universe

I’ve always been the type of person to latch onto anybody who’s remotely nice to me and Hoshina just happened to be first in that regard. He was a lot more forward in the beginning than I dared to be, to the point where it could get just a little overwhelming at times. Still, it was more attention than I had gotten in a long long while so I never even thought about turning him down. 

Plus his sword skills had me fangirling practically as soon as I found out about them. He enjoyed every minute of it.

Adding to that, we bonded a lot over our mutual love of reading and coffee, and some shared experiences like both of us having shitty families who didn’t support our dreams.

What drew me to him to begin with - IRL

I’ve always been fond of mentor characters, and I’ve recently begun liking characters who are a little bit of an asshole (I blame HSR’s Aventurine for this 😒) 

Hoshina fits very nicely into both categories, though the mentor-side isn’t shown in the anime yet.

I dunno, I love how he goes for a more understated role until his skills are needed and then he goes ALL out. I love how loyal he is to Mina. I love how he’s a little shit. That one scene where he’s on his knees cry-laughing and slapping the floor because Kafka couldn’t get his suit to work, it smacked me in the face and I went ‘oh it’s him. I want him.’ 

Plus his sword skills had me fangirling, that one’s true in every universe  ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

Thank you so so much for sending me this!!! 💖💖💖

[that-stray-bird]

The Outworld Melodia

Saved from the bomb's malice, a girl's fate twists, Sentenced now to society's harsh clenched fists. Melodies clash, feelings in doubt's abyss, A fun little date to bring a moment of bliss. The end of the day, fulfilled and joyful, But then the shadow arises, and the blood dribbles on the rabbit mournful.

(Felt really lazy with this chapter's edits, so sorry)

Warnings: mentions of passed away parents, death, blood, taking Kyouka on a fun little date, fluff, Akutagawa is not the nicest person here, reader gets injured.

Chapter 7

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After helping Atsushi out of the river, where he had fallen off after saving a young girl and the train from blowing up, he then revealed the train was attacked by a bomber from Port Mafi and the young girl he saved was an assassin, who was set up as the bomb itself. You felt rather disgusted that they used a young girl in their schemes. She even looked younger than Atsushi, and what was even more disturbing was that she was a trained assassin. 

You agreed to help Atsushi to get her to the agency. You convinced him to let you carry her since he was still in a rough shape and venturing to the train stations to look for Yosano, who had taken care of the bomber and had healed herself from all the wounds she had suffered. 

You had no doubts that she would be alright with her special ability, and you three then returned to the agency to let the girl rest in the infirmary. 

You were with Atsushi as you two waited outside the infirmary for the girl to wake up, Kyouka, as you learned her name later. 

Atsushi recalled everything that happened on the train to you. You listened attentively while also sensing a change in his tunes. 

“Still attracting trouble, are you?” Kunikida appeared next to you. You and Atsushi both look at him. 

“That girl is a lost cause. It seems her roots as a heartless assassin are much deeper than you know,” he said. “She’s taken out an entire organization, using her appearances to trick her targets to lower their guards,” he explained.  

“She accomplished too much too quickly. It was only a matter of time before she was caught,” Kunikida stated. 

“Yeah, but — whoever has taken advantage of her ability is one to blame,” Atsushi spoke. 

“These gifts don’t necessarily bring happiness to their wielders. You should know that better than anyone,” Kunikida said, making you frown at the thought. 

The door to the infirmary then opens, revealing Yosano in her doctor outfit. 

“She’s awake now,” Yosano said. 

“Do you think we can question her?” Kunikida asked. 

“Yeah— that shouldn’t be a problem,” Yosano said as you three then entered the infirmary. 

—-

You all stood around the bed as the young girl motionlessly stared at the ceiling. The sight disturbed you a little as you couldn't even hear the tunes from her soul very well. She had a firm control over her emotions. It was like she didn’t have any.  

“Are you okay?” Atsushi started. “Oh, you’re in the infirmary in the agency. How are you feeling?” Atsushi questioned, but the girl didn’t answer. 

“You remember who I am, don’t you?” Atsushi questioned, but the girl remained silent. 

“Tell me, who’s behind all of this?” Kunikida started. 

The girl didn’t answer. 

“The Port Mafia is like a snake unless you cut off its head. It's only gonna keep going,” Kunikida said, but the girl still didn’t utter a word. 

“Answer me, girl. Who is your superior?” Kunikida asked calmly, but you noticed a tone of frustration within him. 

“Hey, Mr. Kunikida,” Atsushi interfered. 

“Tachibana’s boiled tofu,” the girl suddenly said. 

“Tofu?” Atsushi questioned. 

“It’s good,” she said. 

“Is that it? You want us to get you some?” Kunikida questioned. 

“I’ll talk if you do,” she replied. 

Atsushi then smiled. “Well, no problem. It’s a deal if you do. Let’s go,” he said. 

Kunikida looked startled. “Hey! Are you crazy!” 

“Come on, Kunikida. It wouldn't hurt if we did, and she did promise to talk,” you looked at him. Kunikida sighed, irritated. “Fine! But I’m not paying,” he relented. 

—

At the Tachibana temple, you all were seated around a table. Tofu was being boiled, and the young girl ate all she could devour. You were mildly impressed. She sure had an appetite. 

Kunikida was calmly sipping tea while Atsushi was panicking about the cost of the bill. 

"More please !" Kyouka held her cup up, startling the poor boy. 

"Kunikida!" Atsushi leaned toward the taller man. "I'm not helping you pay," Kunikida bluntly replied, and Atsushi quivered away. 

You felt pity for Atsushi. It was obvious he didn’t exactly think this through. 

"Now then, is there anything I can bring you, sirs?" the waiter came. "Just water," Atsushi replied. “And you, Ms?” she looked at you. “I’ll take water as well,” you replied as she bowed and then left. 

"Well.." Kunikida started. 

"I was left without a home after my parents passed away, and then the Port Mafia took me in," Kyouka started. "They wanted my special ability, Demon Snow," She said. 

"It only follows orders heard through a phone," she added. 

"This is the one they used, correct?" Kunikida pushed the phone on the table toward her. 

Kyouka looked startled for a moment. You noticed a slight change in her tone. 

"Their goal from the start was to turn you into an assassin. They were clearly very good at using your ability to their full advantage," Kunikida said. 

"Hang on. I don't understand. Why didn't you toss the phone?" Atsushi questioned. 

"They would have killed me," Kyouka answered as she took the phone and held on to the little rabbit doll. You sensed a tone of longing and sadness when she tenderly held on to the phone. 

"And besides, even if I would have gotten away from them. I had nowhere else to go," you felt pity when Kyouka said that. 

"Who was manipulating the Demon Snow through the phone?" Kunikida questioned. 

"A man called Akutagawa," she answered, and all of you felt a sense of dread thinking about the said man. 

"I see..." Kunikida said as he started to get up. 

"I'll go report this to the Agency," he said. 

“(Name) stay with her for a moment, and you…” he looked down on Atsushi. “Come with me,” he said as he began leaving the room, Atsushi quickly following behind. 

You had a feeling what Kunikida was going to tell Atsushi, but you used your sharp hearing to listen to their conversation outside the room. 

"Turn her over to the military police, " you heard Kunikida say. 

"Huh? But if I do that, won't she be..." Atsushi questioned. 

"Yes.. with a kill count of 35. She'll be put to death," Kunikida said. Your heart twisted painfully at the truth. 

"Even if she went back. She'll be killed as a traitor," he added. You glanced down at the child beside you, who was gazing at the flowers through the window. 

"But still?" Atsushi said. "What then? Are you trying to save her?" Kunikida questioned. 

"A fugitive from justice and a traitor to the Port Mafia. That's the kind of person you will be protecting. Is that what you want?" Kunikida asked. 

"Well, I mean..." Atsushi looked down. 

"I'm not saying you shouldn't sympathize with her situation. But her misfortune might be more than you can handle," Kunikida said. "You only have room for one on your boat," Kunikida said. 

"If you're overwhelmed. You will be pulled under, and your boat will sink," you heard Kunikida walking away. 

“If you feel that hesitant. Take (Name) with you,” you heard him add before he was completely out of your hearing range. 

You couldn't say you didn’t feel the same as Atsushi. The girl beside you was pretty much the same age as Kenji, and Atsushi told you she did jump out of the moving train so the people wouldn’t be killed. It just made you feel more angry how the Port Mafia had technically ruined her life. 

You turned toward Kyouka as you had questions of your own after observing her the whole time. 

“Kyouka?” she looked at you. 

“Can I ask you something?” you asked, and she nodded. “You said you couldn't throw away your phone because the Port Mafia would have killed you, but I have a feeling there might be something else. Could it be that the phone once belonged to someone else? Someone dear to you?” you questioned. 

Kyouka remained quiet, staring at her phone. Her emotions suddenly deepened, and you sensed a longing for a warmth that had long become a memory. You had seen a similar tone in children when they longed for their mothers. It was enough to tell you what you wanted to know. 

“You… don’t have to answer that,” you intervened when you heard a tone of sadness. “I was just curious. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable,” you said. 

“No. It’s fine,” Kyouka answered, “To answer your question. Yes. It once belonged to someone else,”

“And that’s why you don’t want to throw it away even if the Port Mafia used it to control your ability?” you asked. 

Kyouka nodded. 

You felt immense pity for her now that you know the phone meant more to her than what she claimed. 

“Thank you for telling me, Kyouka. Excuse me for a moment. I need to check on someone,” you stood up and went to check on Atsushi, whose emotions were skyrocketing in silence. 

You found Atsushi still wondering about Kunikida’s words outside the room. His expression looked pained, and his tones were conflicted with each other. You knew pretty well he didn’t want to send Kyouka to die. 

“Atsushi,” you called him out of his thoughts. 

“(Name)... Kunikida told us to –” he started. “I know, I heard,” you said before he could finish the sentence. 

“I… do we really have to? Can’t we really not give her a chance?” he asked. You looked at him sympathetically. 

“I’m afraid Kunikida is right on this one. I know how you feel, and seeing a young girl like her in this kind of position breaks my heart, but…” you sighed. “It would take more than that to redeem her. She’s in a very difficult spot. I’m afraid this is even beyond our help,” you explained. 

"But if that's all true... why?” Atsushi uttered.

“Why did Dazai even bother to help me?" 

You remained silent, feeling conflicted yourself. 

“Sometimes… things aren’t as simple as we hope them to be,” you said. 

You two remained quiet as you thought about the situation. 

“I’ll go with you. Maybe it would be easier if we went together,” you said Atsushi didn’t protest. You three then left the temple. 

—

After leaving Tachibana’s temple, you three crossed a street. Kyouka stopped in the walkway, holding her stomach. 

"I ate too much," Kyouka said as you heard a light crumble from her stomach. 

Atsushi was despairing about the state of his wallet after paying the bill at the temple. "yeah, just a bit..." he said and closed his wallet. You felt pity for him but retained from offering to pay. He needed to learn how to handle his own finances.

You then noticed the young girl staring at a child, who had a bun in his mouth. There was a tone of curiosity playing within her. Kyouka looked like she wanted the bun, but the child ran away. 

You felt conflicted as her tones were stiff, mixed, and not in harmony. Her song might be the most conflicted you have ever heard. 

“(Name)?” Atsushi called you out of your thoughts. “Hmm?” you looked at him. “Are you okay? You have continued looking at her since we left,” he questioned. 

“I’m sorry. It’s just her song,” you said. “Her song?” Atsushi questioned. “My ability allows me to hear the tunes of people, the songs of their souls. Her tones are unbalanced, suppressed, and out of touch with each other. Those are tones of people, who have been forced to suppress their emotions,” you explained. 

“It's sad, but even so, I can still hear that one tone that gleams with life, curiosity, longing, and sorrow,” you glanced at the young girl. 

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head. “I shouldn’t ramble while we have a task at hand,” you said. 

"It’s okay. Alright, let's go..." Atsushi said. 

"Where?" Kyouka asked, looking at you. 

Atsushi remained quiet. You sensed a feeling of conflict within his tones. 

"Well, where are we going?" Kyouka asked as you waited for his answer as well. "Is there someplace where you want to take me?" she asked. "Well, I suppose... I... thought," Atsushi malfunctioned. 

"I figured we could go everywhere where you wanna go! There are a lot of places around here a girl your age might wanna check out!" Atsushi suddenly exclaimed. You looked at him, shocked. 

“Atsushi?” you said. 

"Somewhere like... ah, a couple of spots. Like a date? I mean, we do have the rest of the day off. And I doubt you could have gone out just to have fun," he added. 

"Like a date?" Kyouka questioned. 

Atsushi nodded. 

"A date with you?" she asked. 

Atsushi nodded again, then realized what he had said and blushed harder than a tomato. 

"No! No! I didn't mean it like that!" he flailed his arms around with a violent flush. 

Kyouka remained quiet with a slight flush on her complexion. 

“One moment, please,” you said as you grabbed Atsushi and turned him around. He yelped from the sudden pull. 

“Atsushi? What are you doing?!” you questioned as you firmly held your hand on his shoulder. 

“I panicked. I’m sorry! but you know, maybe we could take her around to have fun at least? She has only known a life as an assassin. We could maybe give her a chance to do some normal things and have fun,” Atsushi explained. 

“I see your point, but we really shouldn't differ from what Kunikida told us to do,” you said. 

“Please, (Name). Let’s at least give her a chance to experience something the Port Mafia had not let her before,” Atsushi said with pleading eyes. 

You thought about his words for a moment. His tones were sincere and hopeful for your words, and your own heart ached to agree to his suggestion. 

You two then glanced at Kyouka, and you decided to go for it. 

"Kyouka, have you ever been allowed to go places on your own?" You asked. She shook her head. "Have you ever been shopping, touring, or gone to an aquarium or an amusement park?" To each question, she shook her head.

“Are there places where you would like to go?” you asked. She thought to herself before nodding.

Atsushi looked at you. “(Name), what do you say… if we take her to see these places?” he asked. 

You thought about it for a moment. Kunikida's words bother your mind. “Well…” you started, Atsushi anticipating your answer. You looked back at him before letting out a sigh and giving in.

“Kunikida didn’t tell us we couldn't make a few detours around the city,” you said, and a soft smile appeared on the gray-haired boy’s face. You returned the smile. 

“So, Kyouka, where would you like to go?” you asked, and for a minute, you noticed a glimmer of light shining in her eyes. 

She quickly turned around, confusing you and Atsushi for a moment. 

"Let's go," she began walking. 

You and Atsushi glanced at each other before shrugging and following after her. 

“(Name)... thank you,” Atsushi said to you in a low voice. You shook your head. “Let’s have a fun date then,” you said and chuckled when his face blushed for a moment from your tease. 

—

You came to the Yokohama Stadium. 

"Whoah. That's a giant baseball arena, " Atsushi said. "Yokohama stadium," she said. "Woah?" Atsushi. "I've seen it on the map," she said. 

You three then arrived at a tall red building. 

"This is Yokohama's memorial hall," Kyouka said. "Woah," Atsushi said in wonder. 

You three then arrived at a tall green building 

"The museum of cultural history," Kyouka said. "Wow," Atsushi said. 

You three wandered the city and arrived at another building. 

"Yokohama's customs headquarters," Kyouka said. "Wow, you're amazing," Atsushi said. "I just had the map and all the instructions memorized. That's all," she said. "Well, you would make a good tour guide," you added. 

You three then arrived at another place. 

"Oh, I know this one. The Red Wreck Warehouse, right?" Atsushi said. Kyouka then looked over to a crepe stand car. 

"That place is pretty popular," Atsushi smiled. "I think I heard from Naomi that they make pretty good crepes there," he said.

You glanced at her as she continued staring. "It wasn't on the map," she said, wonder evident in her eyes.

"Do you... want to try it?" you asked.

"Yes," she answered as she started approaching the crepe cart.

 Atsushi looked startled. "But she ate so much boiled tofu earlier," he uttered. "Don't underestimate the need to try something new, and don't worry... I handle this one," you patted his shoulder, and he looked relieved. 

You paid for the crepe Kyouka wanted and watched as she stared at the treat with a glimmer in her eyes. It made you feel happy inside. 

—

You then arrived at a game hall, where you helped her get a rabbit plushie from a claw machine while the two looked in wonder. 

"I finally got the plushie I wanted," She held on to the bunny plushie with a tiny small on her face. You three then arrived at an amusement park, where she continued staring at the giant Ferris wheel. 

Atsushi looked at you nervously, but you only patted his back as you paid for the tickets to ride the Ferris wheel.

As you rode in one of the Ferris wheel carriages, Kyouka stared out the window. The view was lovely, and a smile crossed your face when you heard her tones transform into a pleasant, innocent melody.

“Thank you, (Name). But is it really okay for you to pay for both of us?” Atsushi questioned. “Nah, it’s fine. It barely made a dent in my wallet. I think the temple was enough for you, and besides…” You glanced at Kyouka as the tones of life sang within her for the first time.

“It was worth it,” you said.

—

You three arrived at a little square, where a little event seemed to be held. There was a stage, instruments, and people singing and playing. 

"What's that?" Kyouka questioned as you three observed the people. 

"Looks like a talent show," Atsushi said as one of the people sang a karaoke and some people clapped at the performance. 

"Alright, who else would like to show their talent next?" the person suddenly said to the mic. 

"Oh, I know!" Atsushi suddenly looked at you with his hands slapped together. "(Name)! How about you show your talent with the violin?" he questioned. "She's a really talented musician," he said to Kyouka, and she then looked at you curiously. 

"What? No! I get nervous!" you snapped with a flush on your face. 

"Come on, (Name). I think this might do good for your social anxiety. You have played on stage before, right?" Atsushi asked. "Yeah, but... back then, my social anxiety wasn't so high as it is now," you explained. 

"Please—" he said with gleaming eyes. 

"Well..." you struggled to answer, and to your regret, you looked down to see Kyouka staring at you with similar eyes. "Oh, not you too," you said with sweat dripping from your forehead. 

"I... haven't heard music from a violin before, so could you maybe show me?" Kyouka asked. 

Your heart banged, telling you to do it. 

"Okay..." you said as you approached the talent show. Atsushi and Kyouka joined the crowd to watch you. 

You managed to get yourself next in line for the show and borrowed yourself a violin. 

"Alright, we have a rare violin player in our hands. Please, give applause to Ms. (Last name),"  the showrunner said as you stepped onto the stage, feeling nearly nauseous for having many eyes on you. You adjusted the violin, and when you saw Atsushi give you a thumbs up with Kyouka, you took in a deep breath and began playing. 

You played a song which had a wild rush of party and dance. Atsushi and Kyouka watched in wonder as you continued moving the bow and playing, and when you lost the fear, you allowed yourself to play with much more courage. 

The strings on the violin began to glow with light and before you even realized it, your music released light, causing the audience to get up happily and dance. Atsushi and Kyouka watched as people danced and for a minute you heard Kyouka's tones harmonize with yours. 

Atsushi was affected by the embrace of light, which only enhanced his positive emotions. 

"Wanna dance, Kyouka?" he outstretched his hand to hand. 

Kyouka hesitated for a moment, but when she locked her eyes with you. You gave her a reassuring smile. She smiled and joined dancing with Atsushi and the talent show had become a wild dance party with you as its musician. You felt happy and continued till it was time to end the song and received applause from the crowd and the two as well. 

—

After the talent show and escaping the talent seekers who were in the crowd and interested in your musical skills, you three went to get ice cream and walked alongside the canal with a lovely view and the peaceful sound of the running water. 

“That was really amazing, (Name). But was it really okay to use your ability like that?” Atsushi asked. 

“Sorry. My ability can sometimes activate on its own when I get excited,” you revealed. 

“It's fine. It didn’t really seem those people noticed, and we had a lot of fun, right Kuyoka?” Atsushi looked down on the shorter girl. She nodded. “I… really enjoyed it,” she said rather timidly than how she usually spoke. 

You smiled, feeling your heart warm. She sounded like an actual kid. You glanced at Atsushi as he had a troubled look. He was thinking since you would eventually have to take her to the military police. 

“Right! Are there any other places you would like to next Kyuoka?” you asked. “Yes… there is one more place,” she said, and you and Atsushi began following her. 

“(Name)...” Atsushi uttered, making you look at him.

“Thank you… for agreeing to this, even though we can’t save her from what will happen to her,” he said. 

You smiled sadly at him, “It’s nothing. And the fun had to eventually end,” 

“At least we gave her a fun date. Something the Port Mafia had not given her before,” you said. Atsushi smiled at your words. 

"We're here," Kyouka said, and you then saw the sign of the military police. You and Atsushi froze. 

"Today's been more than fun. It really should have ended with the boiled tofu," Kyouka said. You frowned, realizing she had known from the beginning. 

"But if you turn yourself in then you will..." Atsushu started. "Be sentenced to death," she said. 

"35 people have died because of me. It's a sin that I'm still alive," Kyouka said. "Besides even if I returned to the Port Mafia. I'll be executed," she turned toward you and Atsushi. 

“I’m sorry that it had to end like this,” you said with a sorrowful tone, “You genuinely seem like a good kid, yet to experience all the good things life could offer you,” 

“I had fun, and…” Kyouka looked down, holding her rabbit plushie tightly, “I really enjoyed your music, Ms. (Last name),” 

You looked at her with a small smile, even if your heart was aching from the inside, but then a cold shiver ran down your spine as your ears caught a familiar yet dangerous tune. You were in danger. 

Your eyes looked behind you, and you saw the reddish-black shadow appear.  “Atsushi, watch out!” You screamed as you instinctively pushed Kyouka and Atsushi away to receive the blow instead. 

The sharp tendril pierced through your shoulder, making you gasp with blood as the black tendril grabbed you and tossed you away from the two. 

Your body slammed hard against the tiled pavement, making you grunt in pain as you lay there, bleeding heavily from your fresh wound. 

"Executed?" someone said. 

"(Name)!" Atsushi yelled to you in worry but before he could react he was impaled by the same tendril. He gasped in pain as he was then picked up by none other than Akutagawa. 

"We wouldn't execute you. Not after fulfilling your mission," Akutagawa said as he held Atsushi above Kyouka.  

Black cars blocked the streets, and people from the mafia began shooting the military police before they could act. 

"I finally got the plushie I wanted," Akutagawa mocked as Kyouka dropped her rabbit plushie and fell down on her knees in fear. "A transmitter was implanted inside your body. Your whereabouts and every action you make are known to us," he said as blood from Atsushi dripped down her face. 

A white van suddenly appeared. You watched as Akutagawa threw Atsushi inside. Aukatagawa then grabbed Kyouka by her hair and leaned down on her. 

"Let's go home," he said. 

“No…” you said as your vision began to haze. You grabbed your phone and began to record as Akutagawa and the other port mafia took Atsushi and Kyouka and drove away in a white truck. You made sure to catch all the details you could before hitting the stop button and losing the feeling from your fingers. You struggled to stop the bleeding from your shoulder, but you were losing blood fast. 

“Are you okay?” One of the military police came to you, checking your wound. “Someone call an ambulance!” someone yelled. Your senses begin to dull as you lie down on your back. And all you could think about was Atsushi and Kyouka’s safety. 

You mustered the strength to grab your phone again and call the first number on your list. You laid the phone next to your ear as it rang. 

“What’s up, (Name)?” Tanizaki’s voice came through the line, unaware of the situation. 

“Akutagawa took Atsushi!” you gasped loudly. “Huh?” Tanizaki responded confusedly. “And I’m bleeding!” you said and lost consciousness. 

“(Name)?... (Name)?... (Name)!” Tanizaki called from the other line. “Hold on! We’re coming, (Name)! Yosano! (Name)’ hurt!” Tanizaki yelled as your consciousness began to drift from the living world, and then all you saw was darkness.

[darlingpwease]

you can hide your cheeks from me, but how can you hide from the frost?

Wait.... that's actually makes sense?? Weirdly smart??? /pos

Same, but thankfully I have a friend who helps me out :'DD she's good with math, me with English, so we help each other,, she's amazing lol, she's saved my ass a crazy amount of times

Math is gonna be the death of me honestly, make sure to bring nice flowers to my funeral please

Summer gives the freshest fruit tho, so I do love that part loads n loads <333 gotta love me some fruit

-panna cotta

Uhhhhh I guess it depends on motivation?? Theres no blog or audience tho lmao I guess there was with slime!reader tho???? But that was all due to you <33

You? Jealous?! Aww stunning Dove, so lovely,, mwah mwah <33 although I do follow quite a few, ur at the top so it's all good <333 I thought u forgot about the box too, but I'll happily hop into it anytime bubba

I know, dear. I'm smart sometimes, but in a weird way — this is a frequent occurrence </3 /hj

it's so precious,,,, a symbiotic relationship, hmm? such sweetness <333 you sound like a good duo.

understand you that way;;; math is just unbearable sometimes. I used to feel sorry for those who studied mathematics in depth, but now I am one of these people and I feel even more sorry </3333

right right, cotta, berries & fruits <3 raspberries are the only thing for which I crawl outside in the summer.

oh, how there is no blog!!! as there is no blog!!! the deceiver!!! the deceiver!!! /j /affectionate

... so you have to create it to apologize <333 I mean, you said you'd introduce us, didn't you? with this amazing person who writes about sorcerer!yuuta & dead!reader and who surely has many more wonderful ideas in their smart head <333

dear, I only provided a platform, no more, and you can always use it <3 I respect the writers who keep their blog as a small autocratic kingdom, but mine is rather a very bad representative democracy

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"forget"??? then why am I decorating it??? how rude and overconfident of you, bunnycotta ://///

/j!!! /t /pos

also, let me throw at you all the information that is, because. because. because it's not really a democracy </3

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no no no, honey, "ew, jobs :(( /ser"!!!

oh, I understand. I'm just so used to writing from my phone for my pups, honeymice or pies that can't write for studying even for my life — and at the same time writing from a computer not for studying is too formal </333

so true, handsome</3 like, don't need to rewrite the text or reread it, but finding one [1] thing and changing it is not so difficult on a phone, even on the smallest one. it's a writer's responsibility, they promised it, after all.

listen, I don't want to sound like a gatekeeper, but if a person can write from a phone and can't edit later using the same phone, then maybe, I don't know, don't publish it? wait for a laptop/tablet? we write for free and what we want, and only one thing is required of us — to put warnings and comply with them. it's not that hard. in my opinion, it's better to make the warnings tougher than the work, but make sure everyone knows what it's about, than to be mysterious.

... I wish you a good rest so often that won't do it this time. just get your warm food and bed, silly; rest normally </333

do you want to offend this little crumb and not put on handcuffs? do you want to offend this little crumb? do you want?

you don't 3:<

you <33333

i am!!! I accidentally found it in the notes to a fanfiction that said it was a "very difficult dating simulator", and it was love at first sight,,,, like, I went through absolutely all the endings and the whole series about the "pet" was inspired by Ren & slightly gorou <33

to be honest, the only reason I played the first part was just to see Ren in a t-shirt and glasses, because he looked so good and I couldn't resist <33 cute foxboy, my type

I only found out about the comic after the game, but I've never seen it; is it interesting?

me & computer science class </333 I loved doing all this, but then the theory tests were conducted and I was sitting like

listen up!!! have I already mentioned that I am obsessive with aesthetic works? and the problem is that aesthetic work with well-processed photos and gifs is almost always a sub!reader, because they are created by such huge blogs that can afford to be emotionally involved, because they know that they will get even more reaction in response.

do you know maslow's pyramid? in my opinion, huge nsfw [popular] blogs are at the highest stage, where they really begin to enjoy themselves and work, and spend many times more time knowing that they will be at the top and a lot of readers will see them, and they really try for them.

but!!! I want to be beautiful too!!! obviously, the more emotionally involved you are, the more you try to decorate your posts, as you want to make them pleasing to the eyes and attention-grabbing, and it would look superfluous if I did this here or on jjk blog, since decorating is the last stage for any writer's blog, but if it is alternative I—

... chatterbox</3 never mind, in any case, it should look good <333

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she is <333 gorgeous women, gorgeous. fascinating. breathtaking. love her <3333

mmm!!! her animations are so damn cute,,,, and her backstory? I have a soft spot for too many working enthusiasts </3 pretty girl, sugar one <333

so so so right<3 I have huge preferences and quibbles when it's 2d, but when we talk about real life, it's enough for them to be emotionally available and able to give consent.

even if I like the words that "2d is better than 3d", in fact, these are two different things that should not be mixed. it's just easier for real people to be more attractive and interesting, okay? they are different. you can easily meet pretty, cute, funny, interesting, smart, kind, wise, cunning and other people, but the characters that are built to attract from the very beginning should have a higher degree </3

... lost all the coins, as one beautiful cunning lady ate them, but apart from that, I'm almost done <3 never thought that the coins would run out, but she proved the opposite to me. yes, I remember what you wrote even before I started screaming about elysia, but this is relevant to me!!! scara can wait, but my dancing-loving wife can't </333 /hj /pos

... design simp /t

... I have already commented about this moment, but for me it would not even be a joke, my tastes for pathetic shy (sarcastic?) losers were formed in childhood; while everyone loved beautiful princesses, brave princes and charismatic villains, I looked at those stereotypical "best friend" characters — who in romcoms are still often "clumsy and untidy" — and understood that yessssss

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mwah, my honeyest honey <3 adorableness<333 pretty one<3333

shdgshgdhd I'll rest only in a coffin [/j], but thank you, panettone <3

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the long awaited nui izlo rambling is finally here!! leaving it all below the read more bc. i don't know how to shut up

(i'm copy pasting this w little to no edits from a twt thread so. sorry if the formatting is icky kasdgh)

this fic was brought to u by 1. my own darling nuis and my izumi nui does have a tear by his eye and 2. leo merch collector is such a fun concept to me

the concept of izumi being in italy while leo is away was something that lived in my head for a while ngl and there was a point where this was going to be a meowzart fic, like izumi moping around the apartment and meowzart being her cute little self. i think at one point i did have a sort of companion piece if you want to call it that, like leo would be the one at the apartment w izumi out of the country (also a meowzart fic) and the only part i actually wrote for that is what I lovingly call ace izlo

also. back to my izunui for a minute, I did try to do surgery on him but the eye embroidery is too thick to do w just a normal little sewing needle 😔😔 but he's my darling little guy and he's perfect the way he is, I just have to be careful with him 🥺

anyway! let's start w the title. this song I think is the reason I started writing mushy lines towards the end lmao, it's izlo coded to me, like pls consider (it's also in my bb playlist ✌ idk it's so izumi -> leo to me)

I make it my life's goal that izumi never knows one second of peace lmao (also somewhat unrelated, i do have this wip idea of their dormmates having to deal w them bc i think it's funny and. i miss that idea (is fully capable of still writing it))

i feel like this point comes up in . so many of my wips (I think it's honestly just me feeling like it does but. still) and I just,,, man post checkmate, the way you live in my head

izumi is so. easily swayed when it comes to leo (thank u rhythm tourism for confirming that for me <33) (I like to think that leo is somewhat aware of this fact) but yeah that comes up so much in this fic and I think it's so fun bc. sorry to say but izumi is such a loser

izumi cardboard cutout is such a funny one to me, leo would so have one. anyway, reloaded reference 🎉 also. the izumi calendar being a canon thing might be one of the best things happyele has done, unfortunate I'm p sure they'll be skipping it in engstars 😔

I feel like I'll end up forgetting to mention it, but like recital, the way izumi refers to leo nui changes over the course of the fic (aka after day five, izumi starts referring to leo nui w gendered pronouns fkdksl) they had a bonding moment <33

this is probably my favorite part of the fic ngl like honestly. I don't even think I can make fun of izumi here bc I think something that grossly domestic would fix me too (but it's still so funny to be like. izumi wakes up in a bad mood and his first thought of how to fix it is to imagine a whole scenario w leo that is soft but. maybe he really is onto something)

the day three naruritsu call is bc i started writing nui izlo last august which was a month before nrrt week and they were in my head so bad (they haven't left). and then I was like haha what if I write the date for nrrt week before the fic is finished. and now this year it's like,, haha what if i (hopefully will actually write the date this time but also. as a small aside, the concept of arashi having to be straight up told it's a Real Date and not a friend date is so good in this essay i)

this is supposed to be bc they're not speaking a language izumi personally knows how to speak, so only certain words make sense think of it when you hear someone speaking another language and there's loan words or cognates that you recognize even if u don't know what's being said

I said it in the a/n but this part and all of day five is that even though they're past the events of checkmate and everything that came from it, things aren't magically like. Perfect, yk? like they found their way back to each other and knights didn't fall apart but that doesn't mean that everything that happened then doesn't bother them to some extent. like just look at next door and mr they can't know i care taking the earliest flight to japan w limited knowledge of what's going on + leo leaving in the first place bc of an argument like I can go on for a while (so much of ! was izlo figuring shit out bc of what happened between them so i mean,, it's definitely still prominent in their lives even if it's in the past).

he's funny for being like wait can someone hear me rn, their conversation is happening in japanese lmao

happy brief trans leo mention, this part also makes me so like. giggles kicks feet and idk why exactly. anyway leo is trans, it just never really comes up in my writing so fkxksl (is anyone in knights really cis? the answer is no)

day five aka the radio silence day is so,,, I wanted to have a day like this in here but I felt like I was being a little dramatic abt it but i was like well. izumi knows that leo is probably busy and they're in a better space now, but all things considered, I do think he'd worry. I mean izumi is worrier #1 but fkdks that's not the point. by this point, he has mostly stopped blaming himself for checkmate but u do have to realize that next door did happen and he did make leo leave that time, that one was all him so,, but even outside of that, I don't think izumi is like. Concerned about it every time that leo stops talking to him or is out of the country, but in this situation, he already misses leo and they'd talked for a while the day before then to wake up to hear absolutely nothing is not fun. (i probably have more but idk where i'm going w this rip) I just think there's something there, yk? like idk they're a little (very much) attached to each other

requiem reference (izumi will never live it down sorry). was going to talk abt their relationship and the use of partner rather than boyfriend but. idk.

niki's kitchen is such a funny circle to me bc they really just. have a signed framed picture of izumi there for the meetings so gkdksm obligatory mention (plus I do think izumi is Aware that niki knows what he's doing in the kitchen so he'll actually take his advice)

when I was planning this fic out, this part was going to be a little different; izumi wasn't going to realize he had leo nui until he was in the store and he looks down into the bag and there's a little guy in there but mckslsl

I think this is so cute and I'm specifically pointing it out so you all agree w me. like idk izumi would think leo's dumb alien shirts r so fucking ugly but that's the first thing he's putting on when leo is out of the country for any extended period of time

reference to something in recital I haven't written yet (the concept of a person being your home rather than a place and what it means when you destroy that person and you're left without anyone to return to :) )

this part has been in my head for Months, like nearly since I started it. like,,, man I wish I could draw without having a meltdown bc I hate it bc,,,, the soft leo in my head in this part makes me want to eat glass (also haha izumi sena grossly in love)

I think that's everything,,, (is probably most definitely forgetting about something)