#I need to stop typing and go to sleep idk why I did that

[kittynugg]

heyyyy guess what i write sometimes too

words: 3,821 im really rusty with writing so uhh read up idk

Stanford Pines had always been a loner.

The stone-cold, action movie hero type of man who never needed anything from anybody. Certainly not companionship.

It was dark. Eleven-thirty, an hour after his niece and nephew had finally stopped bugging him. The boy, who had introduced himself as “Dopper”, “Roderick”, and “Dipper”, had asked him enough questions to make his head spin and English stop making sense to him. And he enjoyed answering questions! 

The jury was still out on his name.. All of those seemed cruel to name a child, especially “Roderick”. What he did know for sure was that his nephew was rather sharp for his age. Hence the gratuitous questions.

Mabel, whose name he knew from the girl repeatedly introducing herself in what almost seemed to be a sugar-fueled record skip, asked more about rather childish things like his favorite color (red) and animal (plaidypus). Then, of course, Stanley shooed them away come ten-thirty so they could go to bed and he could have a moment of peace.

Several hours of peace.

Thank the stars.

He decided to spend these hours awake so as to savor them. Also because he couldn't seem to get to sleep, but that wasn't the focus of his reasoning. The nonstop questions, the footsteps pounding on the floor above him and voices shriek-laughing, it was miserable. And Stan had done his best to keep them away from him! It was preferable, yet almost offensive.. Like he was some kind of monster they needed to be protected from.

“As far as I'm concerned, they're the only family I have left.” Fine. Maybe he was a monster. But he was a monster with a job to finish; dismantling the portal. He’d spent the hour since the kids had gone to bed at work, and a well-deserved break was in order.

And so he found himself in the kitchen. Pitch darkness was broken by the refrigerator light as he opened it up and sifted through it. He moved a box of Pitt Cola aside to find a rather captivating prize in the back of the fridge, a six-pack of beer with a sticky-note reading “STAN’S B SODA DO NOT TOUCH” attached to the cardboard handle of the carrier.

Now, Ford was never quite fond of alcohol, but it had been thirty years since he’d tasted Earth alcohol. A mix of curiosity, temptation and the desire to stick it to his brother that person living upstairs won over the simple thought of “I don’t really like this stuff.”

Also he didn’t want to think about why he couldn’t sleep and stress was a bitch.

A six-fingered hand carefully removed the sticky note, and he took out a pen to write on it. 

“Very convincing, Knucklehead. -Stanford Pines” was written in neat cursive. He took a bottle of “soda” from the pack and stuck the square of yellow paper back onto it. With the beer in-hand and his journal tucked away in his coat for writing, he realized he would need a private place to unwind. The basement was stuffy. Clearly Stan hadn’t taken care of the ventilation system. Another one of his messes he would have to clean up. 

The ideal place would have fresh, cool air, and no “family” to bother him. Unlike that person living upstairs, he didn’t have family. He’d left that behind years ago. There simply wasn’t room for family in his life, not with the dark path he trekked. Destiny wanted him alone and so alone he was.

He dramatically looked to the window as he tried to sip from his closed beer bottle, then glared at it as if it’d dampened his melodramatic display on purpose. But then his eyes darted back up to the window. Fresh air, check. It was outside in the woods. No family, check. Everyone was asleep anyway. 

Bingo! He would sit outside for a while! With a pinch of luck, Stan hadn’t removed the ladder leading up to the roof. A beer and journaling in the great outdoors. That was just what he needed tonight.

A short walk into the, ugh, gift shop led him to where the ladder used to reside, now obscured by a blue curtain but still there. The bottle was stored in his coat (it had the perfect little pocket for it, he normally stored a gun in it) so he could climb the ladder with both hands.

He opened up the hatch in the ceiling to poke his head out and look around, and once he was sure nothing was there to watch him he pulled himself up and through. Aged roof tiles nearly slipped out from under his feet as he stepped onto them. Stan’s laziness was going to kill him someday, he swore to god.

Or.. Whatever was up there, he thought as he looked to the stars.

There was a nice, flat edge he could sit on above one of the attic windows. And when he glanced up there, he even saw a chair and cooler! Absolutely not the doing of that person- Stan, too wordy, because Stan was deathly afraid of heights. And the large one (Zeus?) seemed to listen to whatever he said. The only person left to be the culprit had to have been the teenage girl working the counter, Mabel and his nephew were out of the question. Too short and weak to bring anything up there.

Wendy, on the other hand, was the daughter of “Boyish Dan” Corduroy, and he’d seen that man in the gift shops. No longer boyish, and no longer non threatening. He could snap a person in half like a toothpick and then use them as a toothpick. Logically, his children would inherit that strength. 

He climbed onto the edge and parked himself up on the chair. A relaxed sigh broke the near-silence of the night, only crickets and the rustling of wind through trees serving to serenade him.

Until he heard the pitter-patter of footsteps. Light ones, and they made muted clicks against the floor below the open hatch. He recognized the sound as Mabel’s slippers. So he wasn’t surprised when he saw her head poke up to look around. Surprised that she was awake, maybe, but not surprised that it was her.

When they locked eyes for a second Ford quickly looked away, figuring that eye contact would make her come closer and knowing that he didn't want that, then opened up his beer.

Ignore it and it might go away.

Unfortunately for his me-time she did not. Instead, she climbed up herself, smiling at him as if it wasn't far past her bedtime. She didn't even look tired. A sip was taken from the brown glass bottle, he figured he would need it even more now- oh that tasted disgusting.

“Grunkle Ford!” The girl skipped up to him with practiced ease. Not a single tile shifted under her feet, which prompted him to wonder how she did it. He didn’t get the chance to ask before she flung herself beside him onto the lawn chair. It nearly tipped over with the force, causing him to flinch and shoot a subtle glare at her anything-but-subtle.. self.

She looked at him with a pair of wide, innocent eyes. “You come up here, too?” Asked Mabel with a glance down at his beer. The way her brows furrowed indicated that she knew what it was, and why he might be drinking it alone in the middle of the night. So what if he was a little stressed? “Wendy comes up here to get out of doing stuff at work..” Her eyes flicked back up to his face with the addition.

He took a drink, then got off of the chair so she could fully sit. Maybe she’d put a damper on his night but she didn’t deserve to be cramped on the edge of the chair or on the roof tiles. And maybe he didn’t want to be cramped on a chair with her. Human contact (or any contact with a living being that didn’t involve violence) had become– Was always very foreign to him. Standing with one arm folded behind his back and the other holding his bottle, he spoke.

“I did take her for the aloof type.” Like all teenagers, Wendy was uncaring and scared him with her insincere compliments and new age “computing phone”. He could name a single teenager who he wasn’t afraid of and that teenager had grown up to be a waste. “I don’t usually come up here, no, but I would before your other Uncle came along.”

The discouraged look that flashed behind her eyes wasn’t unnoticed by Ford, despite how quickly it was replaced with determination. A determination that made him nervous. “You mean Grunkle Stan.” With insistence masked by harmlessness she smiled up at him. Like the correction wasn’t at all hostile.

“..Right. Stanley,” relented Stanford before sitting on the roof tiles to be a little closer to her level. She didn’t seem satisfied by that, and gestured expectantly for him to continue. What? What else was he supposed to say? “What, what’s this?” He mimicked the movements of her hands with an arched eyebrow.

Apparently that was the wrong answer, he assumed, watching as her eyes narrowed at him. “And who is Stan?”

“..Your.. Great Uncle? We went over this seconds ago.” He’d have to run some tests later, he was concerned for her memory. 

Luckily, she elaborated, “who is he to you?” Ah. She could have just said that was what she wanted. He didn’t even think about his answer before it slipped from his mouth. “My twin brother.”

“That’s right!” Mabel jumped up with a beam, yelping at the chair nearly toppling over. Acting on reflex he placed a hand on her shoulder to steady her. Once she was stable again, he moved away and resumed his original position, hands subtly and habitually hidden behind his back.

“Be careful,” he scolded, “a fall from that height is enough to break bones.” ..Said the one drinking alcohol, which stunted one’s coordination. Maybe he was being a hypocrite. Nevertheless his statement was still valid, he was much better equipped to fall off of a roof than her. 

A sheepishly muttered apology from her sent a pang of.. Was that guilt? Yes, he felt guilty for scolding her. If these kids were going to be living under his roof for a while, he supposed he’d have to get used to scolding them in a way that didn’t cause fear or shame. That never worked on Stan when they were young.

It must have been why he ended up so.. Unruly, into adulthood. Because he lacked the proper discipline. 

No use dwelling on it, he needed to find out what Mabel was doing up. Sleep was crucial to a growing child and by the looks of it neither of the children had been getting enough. “What are you doing awake? It’s an hour past your bedtime.” 

His eyes barely caught a mischievous smirk plastered on the girl’s face before she turned her head. Then she looked back at him with that same ‘I’m an angel and would never do anything wrong!’ face, but this time with a hint of.. Sorrow?

“Grunkle Ford.. Do you ever feel, um..” The vulnerable tone she spoke in hit him right in the hardwired paternal instincts. ”Sad?” As she continued it seemed almost like another little sparkle appeared in those eyes of hers, which didn’t help 

Naturally, in spite of his.. Awkwardness around children, or humans in general, he hoped to curb this sadness. What to say, though? According to his research females were at higher risk of experiencing depressive symptoms than males. With any luck this “sadness” she spoke of wouldn’t be related to that. She was getting to the age where he’d started experiencing.. Mental troubles of the like.

“Occasionally,” he decided upon answering, “but sadness is an emotion everyone exper-”

She interrupted him. “That isn’t really what I mean.” Hm. That wasn’t looking good for the depression theory. “I mean, like.. Lost? And kinda alone?”

He pretended to consider her question, though immediately knowing the answer. Did he feel lost? Yes. Give him time, he’d find himself. Did he feel alone? Yes, but it was better that way. His life was too dangerous to share with another person.

So he answered, “well, yes. But you have your brother by your side. You aren’t alone at all.” Always a confusing feeling. Loneliness despite being surrounded by people. Oddly enough, he didn’t seem to feel that now. “Have you been feeling that way?” 

“I know I’ve got Dipper,” ah, so that was his name, “but do you have anyone? I heard you and Stan talking. You don’t sound really happy.” Her brows knitted together as she seemed to scrutinize his expression, an expression that had gone just as thoughtful as hers. A little offended, frankly.

This wasn’t about him. Since when was this about him?

He was perfectly happy, for her information. Dusty old college textbooks, paranormal creatures and the fungi growing in the basement that made him woozy were enough company for him.

“I have the cycloptopus, it’s..” words trailing off, he remembered that the cycloptopus wasn’t a good conversationalist and liked escaping its jar to try and eat his flesh. It was actually kind of a jerk if you asked him. 

Mabel finished his sentence for him, “a weird creepy monster that doesn’t count?”A little amused grin worked its way into her features. “You need a person! Then you won’t feel alone anymore!”

He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off in a reprimanding tone. “A human person. Like.. Someone you’ve known for a really long time!” She made a circular gesture with her hands, seeming to expect him to get a point she was trying to make. “Someone you’ve known since, I don’t knooooow.. The womb..?”

“I don’t follow,” admitted Ford with hunched shoulders. Since the womb.. Who had he known “since the womb”? 

As it would turn out, that was not the response she was looking for, made evident by the palm she slapped to her forehead. The smile remained on her face but felt.. Customer service-like. Forced. “Someone you know really well. Or, at least, you did.. You’ve gotta know who I’m talking about.”

“I.. I really don’t, Mabe-” and then it hit him! “..You want me to reconcile with Stanley because you think I’m lonely.” That called for a nice, big drink of his beer. What a laughable request! Stan ruined his life and she wanted him to walk up to him and treat him like a person!? After he sold his soul to this “Mystery Shack” nonsense, Ford wasn’t sure if he could still call himself a person. But Mabel seemed almost excited at his correct assumption.

She chirped, “yeah! You said I have Dipper, but you don’t have anyone right now.” An empathetic gaze was directed up at him. “Wouldn’t it be a little better if you and Stan stopped being all stupid with each other?” Being called stupid hurt his (extremely) delicate ego. “..You know you’re kind of a dum-dum. And it just makes me kinda sad.” She despairingly looked at her feet.

Ooh, there were those paternal instincts again. Something about the glum look in her eyes implored him to just.. Fix it. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t annoying. With a sigh, he looked at his bottle, then poured it out over the edge. The bottle was set on the roof beside him when it was void of the bitter liquid he’d been drinking. Beer was awful, anyway.

“..Maybe I’m being a little rash, sweetie,” that slipped out, but caused Mabel’s expression to light up just a little. “Sweetie”. Ignore it. You aren’t getting attached to them, they’ll be gone in Autumn. “But you can’t expect me to just forgive Stanley.” For all he’d done? Hah! He’d have to be insane to even think about it.

She laughed softly at him, like it was silly he’d even say that. “Not yet, Grunkle Ford! I get mad at Dipper sometimes, too.” Tiny hands rose to fidget with her hair. “And it’s really hard to get over that. I think if Dipper ruined my dreams, then pushed me into some crazy-bonkers nightmare dimension I’d be mad at him for, like, a bazillion years!” Her shoulders arched in a shrug. “But we always say we’re sorry and hug it out after we’re done being big ‘ol grumps about it.”

A “big ‘ol grump”. She was calling him a “big ‘ol grump”.

“And then we’re happy again! Being all mad at Dipper is the worst, you can’t like being mad at Stan all the time.” It wasn’t something he explicitly enjoyed, no, but it was necessary. 

..Send him to the Theraprism, damnit, he’d finally lost it.

Ford ran a stressed, slightly uncoordinated hand through his hair. Certainly the alcohol was influencing this, but.. “Okay, you make a good point. I admit, I’m.. Not ready to reconcile with him. But when I am, I will.” He smiled faintly at her.

“Are you sure you’re gonna?” Mabel raised an eyebrow and squinted at him. “..I’m putting on my skepticals.” Then she made circles around her eyes with her fingers. He’d be damned, they did make her seem rather skeptical. 

So, he used an age-old technique that would surely convince her. “..Pinky-promise,” he crouched to her level, extending his extra finger. “This one’s a full finger more sincere.” A warm chuckle sealed the deal.

Or, well, Mabel’s giggle and pinky wrapped around his did.

“Pinky-promise.”

Ford tugged his sweater sleeves down and took a breath. It’d been four days since Weirdmageddon and one since Stan finally remembered him, finally remembered at least some of the good times and.. The worst of the bad. 

Since the moment Mabel’s “scrapbook therapy” sessions began to focus on him he’d been apologizing, but they’d all been met with confusion. “Yeah, uh..  I don’t even know what you did.” Now that Stan knew who he was he figured now would be a good time to make good on that pinky-promise. 

“Stanley?” He piped up, head poking into the living room. The television blared with the latest “The Duchess Approves” movie (which was probably made in the Jurassic era) and Stan was parked up on the armchair watching it.

Without even looking up, Stan greeted, “hey, Ford.” Surprisingly, the lack of attention and aloofness in his voice were comforting. He didn’t have to think about who the man in front of him was, he wasn’t tentative, he seemed to just know Ford as his brother.

The folding chair beside him attracted Stanford like a moth to a flame. He invited himself to sit on it and turned to Stan, then idly turned to watch the movie with him.

“You are insufferable, Lionel!” Boomed the Duchess, slipping the diamond wedding ring off of her finger. “If you only want me for riches I suggest you sell this.” She flicked the ring across the table without even looking up at the count’s shocked expression.

As she stood, she adjusted her hat and sharply turned to leave. “Good day.”

“But- But Duchess, you must reconsider!” Count Lionel stood to give chase–

And that was about when the movie lost his attention. It was so dry, the script must have taken ten minutes to write! He looked at Stan; completely engrossed in the crappy movie. “So..” he cleared his throat a couple of times to get his twin’s attention. When he grumpily turned to him, he spoke. “I understand that you’re very absorbed in your movie,” muttered Ford apologetically, “but I’d like to talk about the past forty-or-so years.”

“Eh.” A hand was waved at him. “After the movie.”

He didn’t think he had a choice, so he miserably looked back at the television.

The next ten minutes were painful. But, well, it was only ten minutes and he’d certainly been tortured with worse and for longer. Four days ago. His hands subconsciously moved to rub his arms at the thought. A relieved sigh escaped him as the movie finally ended, and Stan gave him his attention.

“Good movie, right?” He nudged his shoulder. “Ah, past forty years or whatever, let’s talk.” An arm was slung over the armrest, Stan making himself comfortable.

Ford gave a muttered, lied comment about the movie being “okay” and rested his hands in his lap. “I figured I should.. Give a formal apology. For..” He subtly consulted the written topic on his palm. ‘BEING MEAN AND BAD’ was written in pink gel pen by Mabel minutes before he entered the living room. 

That did not help.

“..being a bad brother.” He’d been horrible, really, he was supposed to protect Stan as his older brother (every minute counts with twins) but instead he went and ruined his life. “I don’t know how I could ever make it up to you, or repay you for bringing me back, I–”

He was silenced by a barked laugh from Stanley. “Repay me? Jeez, you think I’m some kinda loan shark?” A snort slipped past his defenses with the laughter, not without a grumbled ‘ew’. 

Ford, of course, figured that was exactly how it was, so he slowly nodded.

“..Moses– I don’t want shit from you. You being alive’s enough for me.” His words weren’t without a glance around to ensure that there weren’t any kids around. Then he shifted to wrap an arm around Ford’s shoulders and tug him into a little side-hug. 

That was a feeling Stanford missed, so he leaned into it. He couldn’t help a mumbled protest to Stan’s acceptance, “but I ruined your life. Twice! No, three times now.” The project, the portal, and the memory erasure during Weirdmageddon. Thinking about them all in quick succession gave him a churning feeling in his stomach that he hated. 

And yet, Stan shrugged it off. “And? I ruined your life too. You ask me, I should be the one sayin’ sorry.” Oh, please. Ford almost laughed at that. Giving everything he had was enough of an apology for the rest of his twin’s life. He just hoped he could share that life with him.

“No, Stanley.. I honestly feel my life’s been improved significantly. Dipper and Mabel have been delightful, not to mention you–” Once again he was rudely interrupted, this time with a rough pat on the head.

“See what I mean? I’m glad you’re here too. That’s all I want.” His eyes flicked back to the TV as the credits for some other awful period drama came on. “Ooh, this is a good one.”

As the screen slowly stole Stan’s attention from Ford, he thought about his words. Just being there? That was all Stan wanted?

..He could do that.

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How to stop feeling like an awful person after accidentally crossing someone’s boundary even though you talked to them about it and apologized and know you won’t do it again and they understood it was an accident and it’s fine and you two are still on good terms

[talkorsomething]

I have Got to get more transgender

[mooooonnnzz]

I saw your earlier post on Platonic fics and Im a sucker for them so here u go : father figure stanford headcannons maybe takes place after he comes back from the portal, reader is an adventurous spirit that works at the shack and maybe secretly helped stan get his brother back? Idk im just throwing things here lol

You Know I Love You Still

Stanford x daughter!reader

💗 stanford dad hc!!

💗 i literally saw the request it and started writing and got a lil carried away 😭 its like half story half hc? if that makes sense

💗 requests r so open rn! i def dont have any fav requests… (anything platonic or familial will be the first ones i write i LOVE those types of requests)

💗 the age of the reader is young like 16/17? ik that lowkey contradicts with the time line but wtv STANFORD DAD HC!!

💗 it’s a little bit of everything? like it’s not only just reader and stanford, the twins r also included in some scenarios and also stan

💗 a big happy family 😭

💗 fem reader gulp i completely didnt realize until i was done that i used she/her when referring to the reader

💗 next fic will use gender neutral pronouns I SWUEAR!!

💗2k words

💗 i apologize for rhe misspell and mistakes i didnt catch in advance

Working together with your Uncle Stan to build the portal to bring your dad back to the right dimension was tiresome. Nights were sleepless and many of them were spent in the underground lab, where you and Stan did everything possible to assemble the portal. Trying to keep such a secret away from the twins and Soos was unexpectedly hard. The knowledge of hiding someone so vital to you and to your Uncle Stan was weighing down on you and him. Then came the day where his awaited arrival was promised. You could barely sleep that night. You thought of so many different possibilities and scenarios of how you would greet him. Would he remember you? Did he ever miss you? Does he even love you?!

The next day came in like a tornado and before you knew it, you were protectively standing in front of the button; trying your absolute hardest to prevent the twins from pressing the button.

“Why do you guys want to stop the portal so badly!” You yelled over the loud swirling wind that emitted from the portal. “Because it’s dangerous!” Dipper retorted, using his arm to shield him from the debris whizzing past him. “G-Grunkle Stan isn’t who he says he is!” Dipper said, stepping closer to you.

“Whatever you guys saw or heard isn’t what you think it is! Please, you need to believe me.” You begged, your eyes brimming with tears. You’ve worked so hard to get this portal up and running and you weren’t going to let Dipper or anyone stop you from being able to see your dad.

Soos came up from behind and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry, dude.” He picked you up and took you away from the button. “Soos, no!” You thrashed around his hold. You pound your fists against his arms, hoping it’ll loosen his grip on you but nothing you did worked. No matter how much you begged and fought against him, he didn’t budge. He just held you closer to him, muttering ‘I’m Sorry’ under his breath.

“This all stops now!” Dipper raised his hand, palm flattened out, ready to push the button when Stan appeared at the doorway. “Don’t touch that button!”

He’s hunched forward, hand leaning on the frame of the doorway as he pants. Relief washes over you upon seeing Stan. Silence fills the room for a minute and all you can hear is your heart hammer against your ribcage. Stan walks towards Dipper, beckoning him to not press the button.

“If you just let me explain—“ He’s cut off by his watch repeatedly beeping. Suddenly the ground begins to shake.

The portal powers up and the circle enlarges. The electricity spazzes and travels throughout the room, creating streaks of electrical power. Your feet lift off the ground and soon everyone’s floating up in the air. The wind is fierce and it’s whipping through every direction, pushing you towards the wall.

Dipper yells at Mable to turn off the portal before it causes anymore damage. She tugs herself closer to the button using a stray cable and while she wraps herself around the neck holding up the button, Stan is begging her to listen to him and to not press the button. He’s soon tackled by Soos who pushes him away from Mable. They all fight with each other and you’re watching with a bated breath.

The portal pulses with power, sending you back first into the wall. Stan and Dipper bicker back and forth and Mable is torn with the decision of either believing her brother or her Grunkle. She lowers her hand, eyes closed and you're almost convinced she’s going to press the button when she lets go of the button. She floats up with her arms raised. “Grunkle Stan, I believe you.” She says.

“Mable, are you crazy?! We’re all gonna—!”

The world flashes white and you're immediately knocked out. You awaken to yourself plummeting face first down to the floor. You groan, pushing yourself up with one hand and the other wiping off the dust on your face. Looking around you can see your family scattered around the room, each of them slowly waking up from whatever happened and stumbling back to their feet.

Your head quickly whips towards the portal and your heart lurches into your throat upon seeing a figure step out of it. He stands still, staring straight ahead as he takes off his hood and goggles. And what hid behind them was your father.

After the initial shock of meeting the one behind the three books and the reveal of him being related to Stan was pushed aside, you presented yourself with the help of Stan. “H-Hi, Dad.” You awkwardly greet yourself.

His eyes stop on you and he freezes, eyes blown wide and mouth slightly ajar. He takes a minute to process the absurdity of the situation before he’s snapping back to consciousness. He blinks once, his mouth stuttering as he finds the right words to say. He then blinks again, stepping a cautious step towards you. Your name softly spills out of his mouth and your heart soars hearing your Dad finally utter your name again.

You take a step forward and then another and another until you’re face to face with him. Being closer to him allowed you to see how much he has aged since the last time you saw him. “Dad…” You whisper, throwing yourself into him.

A light wheeze escapes his mouth from the sudden impact of your body crashing on him. Once he recovers, his arms are quickly wrapped around you, hugging you with so much warmth and love you almost sobbed right then and there.

He snuggled his face against your hair, breathing in your familiar scent he missed so dearly while he was away. “We have so much to catch up on.” You say so quietly that he almost lost your words if it wasn’t for you being directly near his ear. He hums in affirmation, cherishing the long awaited reunion with his daughter.

“I feel like this is another part where one of us faints again.” Mable says in utter disbelief at the scene that unfolded in front of her. “Ohoh!” Soos laughed out. “I’m so on it, dudes.” As if on command his eyes roll to the back of his head and he faints flat on his back.

HEADCANON TIME!!

• You weren’t really expecting to talk to him much due to Stan wanting to talk to his brother, but after their fight, he came looking for you. When he found you, you were sitting on the couch that was outside on the porch. You were reading a book you recently purchased from the bookstore. Nose deep in your book, you failed to realize Ford standing beside you. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his trench coat. Quietly he asked, “Is there room for one more?”

• The night was spent with the two of you getting to know each other. From your favorite color to your favorite show, what food you like to eat and so on. Ford wanted to fully understand and know you as a person. He wanted to make up all the years he lost with you.

• The next day, you awoke to the smell of your favorite breakfast food being cooked. With haste you pushed your blanket off of you and slipped on your slippers and sped off into the kitchen where Ford was buttering the pan. He looked over to you and flashed you a smile. “I made you your favorite.” He said, motioning over to the table where he laid out your breakfast. “You didn’t have to do this.” You scratched your cheek, a small laugh of surprise leaving you. “I’m just doing what I always dreamed of doing.” He shoveled out his breakfast onto his plate using a spatula. “How’s the food, kiddo?” He asks, placing the pan and spatula on the dirty side of the sink. “Actually pretty good for someone who hasn't been in this dimension for over a decade!” You jest, taking another delicious bite from your breakfast. Ford jokingly rolled his eyes, ruffling your hair as he walked past you and sat down on his chair. “Already poking fun at me.” He said, shaking his head.

• Stanford knew he had to focus on his projects, he had so many things he left unfinished that he'd been dying to get his hands on the minute he stepped foot into his dimension. But he couldn’t seem to pull himself away from you. He loved seeing you interact with the twins, he loved watching how pieces of his personality shone through you. Like the way you’re so meticulous with where you put things, or how you were forever curious about the things around you, and even the abundance of questions you’d mutter to yourself as you discovered something new. That’s all of him right there, in front of him and he couldn’t grasp such a thought that you were his!

• He finds himself gazing upon baby photos Stan took of you when you were younger. Even if he’s angry at his twin currently, he’s forever grateful that he documented such beautiful memories in a scrapbook. “Y’know, I used to tell stories about you to her.” A shriek leaves Ford. He jumps forward, the scrapbook tumbling down his lap and onto the floor. “You idiot! Be careful.” Stan sneered, kneeling down to the floor to pick up the scrapbook. “Stanley!” Ford leans his head back, trying to regain his composure. “You scared me!” He says. “Yeah, yeah. I know.” Stan waves him off, grabbing the scrapbook and tucking it in between his arms. They stand in awkward silence, eyes darting around the place uneasily. “Did…” Ford starts, shattering the silence. “Did she like the stories you told of me?” Stan smiles fondly, nodding his head. “She loved them. She thought you were some stupid amazing superhero, no matter what I told her.” Ford furrowed his brows. “Wait, what do you mean by no matter what you told her?” Stan nervously laughed. “Hey, why don’t you keep looking at these photos! Wait here, look at this one. Haha! She’s trying to eat her toes, isn’t that adorable?” “Stanley.”

• Outings between the two of you were very common. He loved being tugged around the town of Gravity Falls by you as you pointed at various different shops and locations. You told him the reasons why you hated them or loved them, and some were tied to stories that happened within the summer. He seriously questioned how you and the twins survived so many times where you were just so close to death. The mall was a place where you and him resided the most. With the money he took from Stan, he paid for almost everything you wanted. Entering the shack with so many bags was a shock to everyone. “Woah! Did you buy the whole mall?” Mable jokes, grabbing one of the bags to help you with the load. “Basically,” you laughed, instructing Mable to rally Soos and Dipper to have a little haul of what you bought. Stan watched with a raised brow as you stumbled into the living room with Mable following closely behind. “Where did you get all the money to buy her all of that?” Stan asks. “Just stole some money from some hobo.” Ford said, walking into the living room to join in on the haul. Stan didn’t understand what he said and opened the cash register. When he saw all the money he had stored the day before gone, it all clicked.

• Adventures out in the woods is a must. Gathering the twins and your dad, all four of you venture out into the woods in hopes to find something new. “Why couldn’t Grunkle Stan tag along with us?” Mable asked as she kneeled down to pluck a flower from the dirt. “Because he’s being a wet towel.” Dipper muttered, scribbling down a rough drawing of the flower Mable was picking in a book you bought him. “So what kind of anomalies you three stumbled upon?” Ford questioned. You and the twins began to dump everything onto him, from when you started seeing them to when Dipper and Mable came. Ford couldn’t truly focus on what they were saying, mostly because it was a jumbled excited mess of words, but partially because he was astonished with the trio in front of him. They went through so much and yet they’re still so headstrong. He could definitely see a little bit of him in Dipper and Mable.

• Stan would find you and Ford fallen asleep on the couch or in his lab, all huddled up together and completely knocked out. Snores filled the room and he found it amusing that you and him both snores the same. Videos and photos were definitely taken by Mable.

• Ford would tell stories of his adventures in another dimension to you. Stemming from how he started from the ground up to him getting banned from many other dimensions for stealing parts. “You’re not so different from Uncle Stan,” You laughed, shaking your head. “What! It was only a few…hundred dimensions.”

• There’s times where you’d wake up in a cold sweat, afraid that your Dad finally coming back was just a painful dream your brain played on you. But when you would get ready to find him, you’d step on his stomach or back. “Ough!” Ford groaned out in pain. Being suddenly woken up from his sleep, he sat up, looking around confused. “What are you doing sleeping on the floor?” You sat back down on your bed, pulling the blankets over you. “Is there a problem with me sleeping on the floor?” Ford asks, looking at you with squinted eyes. “No, no.” You laid back down on your bed. “Go back to sleep. I’m better now,” You say, somewhat amused with Ford sleeping on the floor beside your bed. “Goodnight, I love you.” You brush your fingers playfully across his face to annoy him. He shoves your fingers away from his face, huffing out. “Goodnight,” He shuffles to his side, looking up to you with a small smile. “I love you more, kiddo.”

[blueberrymocha]

texting them

gon

✰ he didn’t grow up with much technology

✰ and he def did not have a phone

✰ so since he isn’t in the habit of using it often, your messages are all on delivered

✰ he also prefers to live in the moment instead of checking his phone all the time

✰ unfortunately for you that means you’re better off calling the person he’s with if you need to reach him

✰ once you talk to him about it though, he’ll be sure to answer within a couple hours

✰ he’d save your contact as a pet name, personally i can see him using “sunshine” or “honey” for you

✰ you’d be pictureless until killua points it out to gon and explains that you can add pictures to someone’s contact

✰ but once he does learn he’ll use a cute coupley picture of you guys from one of your first dates

✰ would have trouble deciphering your abbreviations

“btw ur gna be back asap right?”

“huh.”

✰ its fine, he prefers to call (loves to hear your voice) anyways

killua

✰ y’all would be so mischievous together

✰ prank calls as a weekly ritual

✰ you’re mostly safe from them but don’t think he’ll never do it to you

✰ probably won’t text you first but always responds within the minute

✰ would only call if he’s checking up on you, like when you’re sick or he’s on an adventure

✰ will use the most abysmal, disrespectful picture he has of you

✰ your name on his phone is either an inside joke or an insult like “sleeping ugly 🧚‍♀️” (he’s out for blood omg you overslept once)

✰ i just know alluka is confused af

✰ he’ll change it to something else whenever you see it, which you will eventually

“y/n can you check my phone?”

“sure! babe why is my name ‘dumbass’ heart emoji, wizard emoji?”

kurapika

✰ you can see this one from a mile away…

✰ his phone always got that silent mode + dnd + texts muted combo

✰ he does all that but would fully expect you to pick up if he called you

✰ speaking of which, he would call probably daily if either of you were away

✰ never forgets an “i love you” “be safe” “see you soon” etc

✰ if something happened, would want you to know that

✰ you guys would fall asleep on calls

✰ but mostly him

✰ your contact might just be your name for a while

✰ but i could also see him using something tame like “love” or “sweetheart”

✰ hes also the type to leave you on read

✰ especially if you’re asking when he’ll be back or how his mission is going

✰ generally just keeps his work separate from home unless he needs to vent or it’s extremely relevant to you

leorio

✰ wishes he could talk more often

✰ school just keeps him really busy

✰ will be upfront with you if he needs time to study, make dinner, or anything of that nature

✰ you’d get in the habit of leaving voicemails

✰ he listens to them all and leaves some for you too

✰ also good morning and good night texts, always

✰ your picture is whatever picture of you he finds the hottest tbh

✰ your name would be a pet name such as “shorty” or “beautiful”

✰ idk why but i feel like he’d misplace his phone often

✰ so if he doesn’t respond by the end of the day, you’ll probably get a call from his roommate’s phone saying how he lost his own

hisoka

✰ lets it ring out and then calls back a minute later

✰ “oh did you need something?”

✰ this man can’t stop playing games, the call cuts off halfway through what you’re saying

✰ then he calls back again acting like it was the wi-fi

✰ don’t worry——that’s only like a quarter of the time

✰ depending on his mood, he’ll be mostly serious

✰ imagine the look on his face when he realizes you’re calling because you’re in the hospital or smth

✰ yeah so he’s better at responding now!

✰ your contact picture is gonna be from the most stalker angle

✰ like it’s just you sleeping

✰ you found that a little odd but maybe your clown just wants to capture those memories

✰ …while you’re walking home on the opposite sidewalk

✰ if you’re in a longer, serious relationship, your name is something romantic like “my dove” but it’ll take a while to get there

illumi

✰ you’d be so surprised to find that he loves to call

✰ he travels a lot as an assassin, so he needs something to do

✰ would always text you formally it’s scary

“have you arrived at the manor yet, y/n? be sure to notify me immediately once you do.”

✰ he’s giving you customer service type responses

✰ you’ll also get updates about his missions

“i’ve just finished killing the target, expect to see me home in four days”

✰ the contact is just your name and if you convince him, he’ll add a picture of your choice

chrollo

✰ has like six phones

✰ if you didn’t know he was the leader of a gang you might‘ve thought he was cheating

✰ you also have the numbers of most of the spiders

✰ so if he ever has to disappear (like after yorknew) they’ll be sure to let you know what’s going on

✰ he’ll text you a few times a day if he’s able to

✰ would ask about your day and remind you to take care of yourself

✰ the conversations usually focus on you, while he listens or prompts you

✰ like kurapika, doesn’t want to involve you in troupe business so it’s very rare for him to even mention them

✰ he doubts you even want to hear about how he robbed an old man today, or killed a woman who didn’t hand over a jewel

✰ on his top secret personal phone, he’ll give you a contact photo with both of you in it

✰ your name would be a classy pet name, maybe “princess” or “beloved”

[visualbutterflysworld]

Drunk Vinnie | Vhackerr

Warning: vinnie being drunk and clingy

might make a part 2. idk

“I need to text my girl. I want my girl.” Vinnie whined as he leaned onto Jack. “She’s right there Vin.” Jack laughed as he pointed to you, who was preoccupied by ordering a Uber. “That’s….that’s not her! I’m texting Y/n right now.” Vinnie huffed before pulling out his phone. He pulled in his bottom lip. He squinted his eyes trying to successfully type correctly.

In his mind he thought he texted, baby where are you? I miss you!

Instead he actually texted, “biby here ure uuuu( iiiii muss youuu &&”

You chuckled as you read the text before going back to what you were doing. “Why won’t she text me back!? DID SHE DIE?! JACK CALL THE COPS!” Vinnie yelled when he did see those three bubbles pop up. “Vinnie, stop yelling.” You rubbed his arm, trying to sooth him. “No! Who are even you?! I have a girlfriend, lady!” Vinnie quickly gave you a dirty look.

“I am your girlfriend, Vinnie.” You laughed. “No! You don’t look like my Y/n. My pretty Y/n. Where’s my pretty Y/n?” Vinnie’s bottom lip begins to tremble. “Okay, Vinnie, let’s get you home.” You say, “Jack. Help? Uber’s here.” Jack nods before you and him put Vinnie’s arm over your shoulders.

“Y/n! I love Y/n so much! She’s so pretty!” Vinnie yells as you guys walk outside. “Vinnie, shhh.” Jack said. “Jack-o’-lantern, you just don’t understand.” Vinnie lays his head on Jack’s shoulder. “Yeah, man. Here. In you go.” Jack shakes his head before helping you put vinnie in the car.

After a short 15 minute drive you guys are back at your house, knowing Vinnie will be too loud for his apartment. “Honey! I’m home!” Vinnie yells as he stumbles into the house. You shake your head before shutting the door and locking it. “Do you want some water?” You ask. “Yeah, that sounds great random person. Hey, this place looks at lot like my girlfriend’s house?” Vinnie scans the room.

You quickly dash and get him some water. Once he’s handed the glass, the water is gone in a matter of seconds. “Let’s get you to bed.” You say before grabbing his hand. “Okay, but nothing is happening between us! No funny business lady or I’ll tell Y/n!” Vinnie tells you. It was honestly so cute, seeing Vin miss you even though you were there.

Once you reach the bedroom, Vinnie wastes no time collapsing on the bed. “Mm. So comfy.” A happy lazy smile on his face. You take his shoes off and his socks knowing he hates sleeping with his socks on. “Y/n is the best. Do you have a Y/n?” Vinnie asked as you unbuckled his belt. “Sorta. Expect he’s a guy.” You say before pulling his pants down and throwing them somewhere. “That’s good. What’s his name?” Vinnie ask as you pull him to sit up. “Arms up.” You say.

Vinnie puts him arms up and strikes a pose while doing so. You laugh softly before pulling it off as well. Sober vinnie would thank you because he gets hot to easily in his sleep. “The guy! His name!” Vinnie says before falling back. You don’t know how but he somehow knew he wasn’t under the covers so he quickly places himself underneath.

“Vinnie. His name is Vinnie.” You say before grabbing a t shirt to sleep in. “What!? That’s my name! My name is Vinnie!” Vinnie yells. “I know that, Vin.” You quickly toss your hair in a low bun before sliding in bed. “I never asked but, what’s your name?” Vinnie says. “It’s y/n.” You laugh before moving a piece of hair out his face. Vinnie’s face scrunched before his eyes went wide.

“Wait a minute! You’re Y/n! My Y/n! Oh my God! When did you get here baby?!” Vinnie quickly rushes into your arms. You laugh, “I’ve been here the whole time Vin.” ���Nuh uh! That other lady was here! I swear.” Vinnie nuzzles his head in your neck. You lay back so that you can both rest comfortably. “Whatever you say, Vin.” You message his head.

“I love you Y/n. Promise to never leave me like that again?” You smile before slowly closing your eyes. “I love you too. I promise to never leave you again.” You feel Vinnie smile and it isn’t long before the both of you are passed out into a bliss.

[mistymisfit]

Hounds of love

Summary: Jason wakes up from a bad dream, lucky for him he's got you to make him feel better. Based on the song Hounds of love by Kate Bush (and that post I made in april)

warnings: hurt/comfort, established relationship ,I think it's gender neutral but lmk if I missed anything.

wc: 1,5k

a/n: sorry for the --summarized-- psychoanalysis class lol (this has been in my drafts since april idk why I didn't post sooner)

Jason had always yearned for love, any type of love he could get. Ever since he was a child, afraid and hiding in the dark cold streets of Gotham, he's always wanted to be loved- to be so full of love he wouldn't be able to take it anymore. But he's always been a coward, every time someone would get close enough he'd start fighting it, self-sabotaging as if he subconsciously knew he did not deserve it. His own father, his mom, his stepmother, Bruce, he'd been let down time and time again by the adults in his life supposed to protect him. If they couldn't give him what he wanted, love him, who could?

The dread, or rather the certainty he had over being unlovable shadowed over him, as much as he tried to push it down and pretend he didn't need it. His own biological parents left him, they never wanted him. The very people who were supposed to love him, he was their son. They brought him into this world, it was their responsibility. Then he'd say he didn't even like Bruce to begin with, who cares if he chose to adopt him? Who cared if he looked up to him so dearly once as a child? He had died under his care, Jason had almost everything he wanted and went ahead and ruined it-- all because he was too afraid to accept it, because he was too stubborn. You just had to go after him on your own, he'd blame himself.

Now he keeps having this recurring dream; he's being chased by something in some woods, and he keeps running. He wants to ask for help, he really does but his mouth won't open. Then he gets to a lake, takes his shoes off, throws them in the lake and takes two steps on the water. Some days that does it, he feels like the thing is no longer chasing him. But most days he wakes up before he can feel he's lost the thing chasing him.

Tonight he's holding a wounded fox in his hands, attacked by bigger animals, in the midst of escaping. The poor thing looks at him with kind, almost human, eyes. He feels its little heart pounding fast on its chest, the little animal feels familiar. He knows this fox from somewhere else. How else would it let him hold it? Why else would he stop running, too guilty to leave it alone? He feels ashamed of running away, but he has to. He's too scared to be there, he doesn't know what makes him so afraid to leave the poor animal on its own. None of this was real, there was nothing following him, he's never seen what's after him. So why couldn't he stay with the fox?

This night he wakes up sweating, agitated and with his heart kicking his ribs. He immediately kicks off the covers, and takes off his shirt when he feels the cotton starts to itch and stick to his skin. He knows he should try to calm himself down before he wakes you up, you had to be up in a few hours.

"Jay?" You slur, barely a whisper.

"Sorry my love," He apologizes, looking back to you rubbing your eyes "I'll go sleep on the couch"

"mmm, stay" you hum, still groggy with sleep but a hand of yours reaches out for him "bed's too cold"

He takes your hand in his before cuddling back next to you under the covers, limbs getting tangled together once again. And before he knows it he's got his head on your chest as you wrap your legs around him to keep him close.

"Where'd your shirt go?" You mumble, hands softly going across the expanse of his back.

"You complaining?" He teases to distract you and it works because you shake your head no with blushed cheeks. His hands sneaked under your clothes to hold you in a way that was almost a tradition now. He'd reach for your skin just to feel you there, to make sure you're safe and next to him and you weren't some hallucination he'd made up in his loneliness. If Jason had to he'd die and come again, crawling out of his coffin if it only meant he'd get to hold you like this one more time.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask

"About what?" He hums, too comfortable in your embrace to even be bothered with remembering what he was so stressed about.

"Why you are awake" There's a beat of silence after the sentence has come out of your mouth. The only thing that can be heard is the city's never-sleeping traffic in the distance. He doesn't want to burden you with something as measly as a dream, so what if it made him wake up in a sweat? It made no sense so he had no reason to be upset.

"Had a bad dream, wasn't really a nightmare..." He confesses after the silence." 's stupid go back to sleep"

"It's not stupid, tell me about it"

"Baby" He sighs, hoping he sounds pissed off enough for you to drop the subject.

"What? A dream can be your subconscious trying to get something you can't when you're awake"

"Mine must hate me"

"It doesn't, but it may want something youre not aware of"

"Since when do you know so much about dreams? Nerd" He teases, nuzzling his head to you. Realizing you're just as stubborn as him, he accepts defeat and tells you about his dream, "There's a thing chasing me and I'm running through some woods"

"What's the thing?" You ask

"I don't know" He scoffs, quick to dismiss it.

"Just think about it," You hike your leg higher up his waist and squeeze him closer to you if it was possible. "how did it feel?"

Tangling himself with you to the point where he can't tell where you end is where he feels like he can be vulnerable. Only when it feels like he might just become one with you he can let his guard completely down. So he sighs and takes a moment to do what you ask. He knows damn well what is after him, he's always known.

"Me, I think," He hides his face even further into your chest."my feelings"

You only hum in response, so he asks "Is it hard to love me?"

Now you understand where the dream came from. The moment he connected the thing chasing him with its meaning awoke an insecurity, something he was trying to keep buried down. So you waste no time in your reply.

"Loving someone has never come easier to me"

He finally lifts his head up, big blue eyes swelling up with tears. He looked so helpless but at the same time so full of devotion for you. He's loved, you love him, so it must mean that he can be. If he's deserving of your love, your selfless and pure love, then he's not unlovable. He kisses your jaw, and then your neck hearing a soft sigh of his name coming out of your lips. Knowing he's handed you his own heart in a silver platter, that he is yours to do as you please, Jason can rest at ease that you'd never harm him.

"Why do you ask?" You don't let yourself get distracted by his kisses.

"It's just that-" He sighs, maybe he can be vulnerable one more time with you. So he fights against the need to push you away and tries to find the right words "Don't think anyone's ever felt that with me, ever"

"Jay, your father became a henchman to provide for you," you point out, holding his face with both of your hands "Catherine raised you like her own, and believe it or not Bruce loves you, even if he's too emotionally constipated to show it"

He scoffs at that last part, blinking away the tears brimming his eyes, which, in your opinion, made them look shiny like a tainted glass panel in a church.

"Your older brother, loves you too, he calls me to see how you're doing every other week 'cause you won't answer him" You continue, "So does Alfred"

"Let's go back to sleep, okay?" He stops you; the sudden reality check is much more than what he could process at the moment. He's been so deep into his own thoughts, what he believed to be truth, that he didn't even bother to see it from a different perspective.

"You didn't even tell me what happened in your dream" You insist with a pout.

"I'll tell you tomorrow, I'm sorry I kept you up"

"I'm not" You smile, giving him a quick peck on the lips. A hand cups your cheek, making the kiss longer. You know that if he was on a better mood he would've said something along the lines of it not being a proper kiss. You giggle against his lips, and Jason just wonders how was he ever able to function without you.

[wqnwoos]

dating seventeen (maknae line ver.)

maknae line (97s & 98s & dino) x reader / once again not proofread and written by extremely sleep-deprive hana

hyung line ver.

dk

you know how he’s always smiling while he sings. yeah i bet he does that while he kisses u too

(he has the most gorgeous smile ever i’m so sick)

sings you to sleep whenever u need him to, no questions asked (whEN is it my turn i’m so serious)

probably yelps if your feet are cold and they brush against his under the duvet 😭

also i’m afraid that you have to remove all of the bugs and spiders. he is not going near those things.

arm around your waist type of guy

another one who laughs extra hard at your jokes bc he thinks u are the most awesome thing to walk planet earth

(no because fr he’s obsessed with you)

randomly dances for you in the kitchen.

“hey babe watch this!!” and it’s a series of complicated glamorous moves that ur pretty sure come from three different blackpink choreographies (SLAYYY)

mingyu

clingy babie and ur going to love it

BACK HUGGER

is just always ready to wrap his arms around you from behind and put his head on your shoulder/on top of your head

and probably sways you guys side to side while giggling too :(

opens things for you (like pickle jars and crisp packets) and probably smirks while he does it

idk how to explain it but he has very expressive eyes?? like you can always see that Fond expression in them whenever he’s looking at things he loves

so when it comes to you it’s like that expression x4748288348

even if you’re teasing him he’s just looking at you with an fondly exasperated smile

also if he gets jealous he’s extra clingy :(

feel like he’s the type to try and surprise you with things (gifts or dates or cakes or something) and immediately go and spoil the surprise himself 😭

he’d be so upset about it until you convince him it doesn’t matter!!!!

also whenever you get extra dressed up for events or fancy dates or something he literally can’t stop staring,,,, like his jaw is on the floor

the8

listen to me !!! he is also such a menace, like another one who is constantly teasing you (but in a different way)

also just finds you adorable constsntly

whenever you do something he finds cute he just starts smiling at you and pinching your cheeks or ticking your chin (like he did to dk in the finding hoshi gose ep 😭)

meditation together !!! tea together !!!!!!

knows all the types you like and don’t like — probably makes you the perfect cup whenever you can’t sleep

you don’t even have to ask he just appears with it like your own little tea fairy or something

gives such good advice it’s almost annoying,, like why do you have the wisdom of a 647 year old wizard 🤨

stops you from buying overpriced things you don’t need so that you can be sensible with your money but then also buys them for you for your birthday

texts you pictures of things all the time — especially the sky and nature and stuff

would secretly love it if you have him as your phone background. sends you exclusive pictures just for that purpose

seungkwan

KARAOKE COMPETITIONS

and it gets competitive

he doesn’t care whether or not you can sing. you’re on the damn mic with him.

or if you really really don’t want to he will exclusively serenade you with heart-wrenching love songs instead

dramatic gestures like pounding his chest or falling to his knees while he does it 😭

also he scolds you if you aren’t taking care of yourself

like he’ll give you his jacket if you’re cold, but while he’s doing that he’s ALSO going to lecture you for not bringing your own

randomly just flings himself on you and hugs you really tight

especially after you guys have reconciled from an argument :( like he just wants to Hold You

randomly produces skits when you guys are just chilling at home and demands you take part

like you must be part of the joke he is going to direct you like it’s a movie

rests his head in the crook between your neck and shoulder. has fallen asleep there more than once

gets SOOO offended if you call him bro. he whines about it. demands an apology. it is a serious matter !!!

vernon

complete opposite of seungkwan — he calls you bro

im so sorry. it’s just the truth. you are his bro. also the love of his life, but you’re still his bro.

at first you were like “????” but honestly now you’re just used to it — you call him bro back

he does also call you baby so… there’s a compromise?

watches cute cat videos with you when you’re resting your head on his chest <3

sends you memes all the time, that is his primary form of communication

lowkey gets flustered if you kiss him on the cheek or forehead or anything

grimaces every time you use a cheesy line on him 😭

or just keeps his face entirely blank in an attempt to let you rethink your decisions

cuddly when he sleeps — has an arm around your waist, his face pressed into your neck (FHEJRJSHDJE)

has never admitted it but likes it when you lie down in his lap and just talk to him about absolutely anything

the BEST listener fr 😭 like no matter what you want to talk about he will listen and engage <3

and if you want to rant he will listen to it ALLLL and make all the right comments to help you calm down

sends you music recs all the time. u guys probably have a shared playlist and everything 😞

dino

omg. type to touch his fingers to wherever you kissed him with a slightly dazed smile on his face

leans into you whenever he laughs and it’s just so contagious that you can’t help laughing too

teaches you choreo and giggles a bit when you get confused

is soooo proud once you get the steps down tho <3

i feel like he takes a lot of pictures of you both together. prob keeps them all in an album named something like “my love” (WHY do i not have a lee chan. WHY.)

always wants to hear your in depth thoughts on each seventeen comeback (he wants you to compliment him and you WILL oblige)

gets equally flustered and delighted every time you compliment him :(

when he wants attention he will find you and bug you until you supply

(obv not if you’re doing something important but if you’re reading a book, he will just plop himself on top of you and whine)

also feel like he goes all out for your birthday and anniversaries and stuff, totally spoils you :(

AND writes you love letters for those special days too (I AM SO SAD)

if he wants kisses he will just tap where he wants them and be like “kiss”

but if you want kisses he’s going to tease you a bit before he gives them 😭

an / publishing my incoherent delusional rambles about the hyung line seemed to actually be enjoyable so i bestow upon you lovely people — the maknae line version!! i hope you enjoy <3 (and yes this is once again a compilation of thoughts i have when sleep deprived. i’m sorry.)

[envy-of-the-apple]

ok i like the idea of reader going to shoko thinking she’s normal physician (not knowing she only works for sorcerers) and asks for a checkup. one thing leads to another and reader has to continue meeting her for ‘check-up’s’ frequently…..

how does it feel to be the smartest person in the room bestie????

@mynahx3 hiiiiiiiiii<3

Trust the Professionals

Dark!Ieiri Shoko x reader

Synopsis: Doctor Ieiri has a new treatment she’s eager to try on you

Word count: 2.2k

(Warnings: Dubcon/noncon, manipulation, vaginal fingering, dark content, mc's kinda dumb, self-gaslighting lmaooo, hospital kink? im pretty sure this is some type of kink but idk whats its called)

For the longest time, you never really believed in ghosts.

You weren't really the religious type. You went to church every so often, but you weren't invested. It's why it took you a while to get around to the idea that spirits were real, and one was particularly attached to you.

Luckily, the Shamans always seemed happy to help.

"It's back again, huh?" Doctor Ieiri asked.

You nodded, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. She doesn't look like a Shaman. You were expecting more bells and bracelets. Traditional clothing. Doctor Ieiri was always dressed in a labcoat, professional makeup that did little to cover lack of sleep. She looks like she just fell out of a hospital drama.

Despite her looks, you knew she was pretty good at her job. She was the only person who'd gotten rid of your spirit problem. At least, for a little while.

You don't know what she meant exactly, but the spirit ("Cursed spirit," she corrected one too many times) was a replicator. It needed to be exorcised multiple times to fully disappear. This has been your third visit so far.

You watched as her eyes followed something right above your head. She hummed, leaning forward on the desk, tapping her perfectly manicured fingers.

"That's strange," she murmurs, "usually, by the third, it's gone."

You wilt at that. A part of you feels guilty for taking so much of the Doctor's time. All of the appointments so far had been free, but you wouldn't blame her if she started asking for payment, or if she turned you away completely.

She straightens her back.

"Clearly, regular exorcisms aren't working." She states the obvious. "So far, they've just been a temporary fix. There's one more thing we could try but..."

For the first time since you've seen her, Doctor Ieiri hesitates. You look at her.

"Not many prefer this procedure." She explains. "It's a little...unorthodox."

Her reluctance should give you a warning, but you've already spent days putting off this appointment, willing for your cursed problem to go away, spending hours tossing and turning in bed, feeling something crawling up your back with too many legs and too many teeth.

"Anything." You say. "Anything to make this go away."

There's a glint in her eye. Something not quite a smile tugs on her face before it's gone. She stands up, prompting you to do the same. In her hands is a neatly folded hospital gown.

"You can put your clothes over there." She mentions to a chair. "Including your undergarments, please."

She must notice your discomfort because her tone becomes less clinical.

"We can stop whenever you want." She tells you. "But stopping in the middle is typically discouraged. Curses are pretty fickle."

You nod. "Okay, Doctor."

"Please, just call me Shoko." She gives a tired smile. "I want you to be as comfortable as possible for this."

You don't feel comfortable calling her by her given name, but Ieir-Shoko looks so pleased when you let her name reluctantly leave your lips, and you feel too bad to retort.

She steps out of the room shortly after handing you the gown. You put your clothes on the chair, she pointed out. When Shoko knocks, you're already seated on the examination table, swathed in the the thin fabric.

"You follow directions well." She's wearing a surgical mask now but looks satisfied with your compliance. You give a shy smile.

"Let's start with a general overlook for now." She says. "It'd be helpful if we can pinpoint where the curse originated."

You nod, but you can't push away the nervousness as Shoko gently pushes past the fabric. She's wearing gloves, but the rubber is a flimsy barrier to her warm fingers. Her hands brush past your clavicle, and the plastic gown easily yields for her touch. You gasp when she touches your tits, fingers lightly brushing over the nipple. The room is so cold. You're so sensitive. You stiffen against her touch.

She notices, pulling back to see your face. "Something wrong?"

"Uh, no." You smile, but it feels watery. "Just nerves." You can't read her expression. The mask hides everything.

She hums, and you're grateful she doesn't comment on how jittery you are. You hold in your reaction when she lightly presses on your breast. Her thumb flicks over your nipple again. You'd call it sensual if you weren't thoroughly convinced that Shoko was a professional and you were the weird one here.

She pulls away eventually, and you sag in relief. It was over. You don't think you could do that again.

"It's not coming from your upper body." Shoko murmurs. "Would you mind if I untied your gown? It'll be better if I can see everything."

You hesitate, unsure, but Shoko's previous words make your rejection waver. Curses are fickle creatures. In the end, you let her unwrap the gown.

There's no real point to it now. You're fully displayed on the examination table, legs spread, leaning back on your hands. It's embarrassing. You can feel yourself heat up at how exposed you are, especially considering Shoko is still wearing her lab coat and that mask.

But Shoko says nothing about it. Right, she's a professional. Instead, she starts pulling off her gloves.

"I'll be able to locate the cursed location more effectively without a barrier." She explains and you nod along.

She starts with your foot, gently squeezing your foot. It feels nice, like a massage. You languish in the touch, only getting concerned when her prodding starts going up her calf.

Shoko rubs circles along your inner calf. Something wells within you, but you're pushing it down because Shoko is a professional. Instead, you lift yourself off the table just to feel more in control.

"Not here either," Shoko murmurs to herself. "Maybe I need to go a little deeper."

Your eyes widen when she rests a single finger at the entrance of your pussy.

"Doctor, I—I don't think that's—" with one motion, she buries her finger inside you.

You're already shamefully wet. Your walls are already clenching down her nimble finger. You can't help it, you shudder, giving out a breathy whine.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" For some reason, you can hear a smile in Shoko's voice as she starts pumping her finger in and out of your sopping pussy. "You can talk. I'm great at multitasking."

"I—I was just saying—saying Doctor, you—" Her finger curls, and you are interrupted by another moan.

"Shoko." She reminds you her voice firm and calm and a total juxtaposition to the way her thumb is circling over your sensitive clit. "I want you to stay calm and relaxed throughout this procedure, okay?"

"Shoko." You keen and you're sure her breath hitches but your brain is numb and she's still wearing that mask. "This—This just feels a—a bit strange and I—"

She coos in sympathy. "It's all part of the process. Just relax, okay? You're doing so well for me."

At this point, you're leaning back on your elbows. The new angle jolts pleasure up and down your spine. It gets even worse when Shoko adds a second finger, stretching your sensitive walls out even further.

"I think the curse is getting closer. We're almost there." Her voice is soft and breathy in your ear and you can hardly understand that she's taken off her mask. "Just a little more. Just a bit further. So so good for me. You're doing so well, baby."

Your orgasm hits you like a train. All at once, you seize up on her fingers, your thighs squeezing together and your moan resembles more of a scream than anything human. Shoko keeps going as the orgasm smashes your broken body like grass.

She stops when you give one last shudder before collapsing onto the examination table. You lie there, breasts heaving, eyes glazed. You're so far out of it that you don't even notice the way she licks her wet fingers.

It takes a few seconds for you to gather your bearings. When you do, you're mortified. You shoot up from the table, covering yourself up with the flimsy gown, ready to apologize when Shoko asks:

"How do you feel?"

It's such an innocent question. It takes you off-guard. Sensitive, is your first answer, but then you think some more and you realize that you can't really feel the dread or the weight on your shoulders anymore.

"You...exorcised it?" No, this felt different from the last two exorcisms she performed on you. Now, you feel five years younger.

She grins, pleased.

"Yes. I found the origin point." She explains. "Even if it ever comes back, it'll be smaller and easier to deal with."

You nod, still recovering from your high as you roll your shoulder. Everything feels so good.

"Wow," you say, "I—thank you! Thank you so much!"

She pulls back, accepting your gratitude with a soft expression.

"We're done for today." She tells you at last. "You're free to put on your clothes. Can't imagine that gown is very comfortable."

You wait for her to leave. She doesn't, sitting back behind her desk, typing away at her computer. There's no real point of you having privacy, is there? After all, you basically just showed her everything.

Still, when you go to put on your clothes, you can feel eyes on you, trailing down your body, your ass. It isn't Shoko. She's always busy with her keyboard, diligent as always. You were feeling things.

One garment was missing, however. As discreetly as you could, you searched around for it, glancing at the floor, underneath the chair. You swore you left it with the other clothes. How could it just disappear?

"Something wrong?"

Shoko's peering up at you, head tilted. You open your mouth. But then you decide they aren't worth the further embarrassment.

"Nothing." You give a nervous grin. "Just nothing."

Shoko can still taste you when Satoru visits her hours after your appointment.

"Get out," she says. Satoru just grins, shutting the door behind him. It was worth a shot.

"I see your favorite little patient had another check-up," he says, "still haven't disclosed we aren't exactly in the personal exorcism business, have ya'?"

Shoko shrugs. "It's a personal project. Don't worry about it."

"Right, you say that buuuuut 'can't help but notice that our lovely non-sorcerer still has a curse swimming around—"Satoru clicks his tongue. "—It's fourth grade, too. This deskwork is making you go soft, Shoko. Maybe I should start dragging you out to missions."

"Did you exorcise it?" Ugh, that would be a pain. Shoko spent so long cultivating that curse to work in her favor.

Gojo grins. "Nah."

"A residual curse." Satoru continues. "Harmless, but pesky enough to be noticed if it isn't dealt with in a couple days. Smart."

By Saturday, to be more exact. Shoko has already cleared her schedule. She can already hear your voice crackling through the phone, sweetly apologizing for such short notice, but would it be possible to book an appointment? She won't tell you that, nor will she tell Satoru. Though, she has a feeling the bastard already knows.

Said bastard is rifling through her drawers. She frowns when he pulls out your panties.

"Aw, these are so cute!" Satoru gushes, shamefully twirling the fabric on his finger. "Are you starting a collection? This some kind of trophy? Hey, I don't judge."

"It's wrong to take things without permission," Shoko says.

"I should be telling you that." Satoru grins. "Y'know, our precious non-sorcerer is kinda' cute. Maybe I should pay a visit—"

Shoko bolts up from her chair. She stares at him. Gojo stops playing with the frills. He's still smiling.

"Easy, easy." He says, but he hands her the fabric anyway. "Damn, I had a feeling, but you're whipped for this one, are n'tcha? Do I hear wedding bells?"

She rolls her eyes. "Get out."

He obliges with a snicker, proving that he only came to mess with her. What did she expect? With a sigh, she collapses back onto her seat.

She dangles your panties in one hand. She refuses to sniff them again, even though your taste and your smell are still swirling around in her head. They must have looked so cute on you. Next time, she'll put cameras in the room, just so she can have a playback of you shyly shucking off your clothes before compliantly slipping on the gown. She wouldn't know what would be more tantalizing to watch; the show or your utter obedience.

Satoru was, unfortunately, right. Shoko was crazy for you, even though you clearly didn't carry the same feelings. That's okay. In this line of work, Shoko knows she has to take what she wants, that letting her desires go is for those like Satoru.

So Shoko will lie and coax and manipulate until you're seated pliantly in her grasp. And maybe if Satoru behaves, he'll get a wedding invite.

And if you still don't yield...well, there's always plan B.

[eoieopda]

stay (jjk)

“Jungkook,” His name was merely a sigh flying out of your lungs and through your parted lips. “If we do this - if we go down this road - how do we go back?” 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem!Reader Type: One-Shot; SMUT (18+ - MINORS DNI) Word Count: 3.1K Content: Best friends to lovers au; rain-soaked jk; fingering; oral sex (f receiving); p in v penetration; unprotected sex + creampie (wrap it before you tap it, homies); reader on top; religion reference, i guess? idk; a sprinkling of praise for zest. A/N: Surprise! This popped into my head while I was waiting for take-out, and now here it is! You can listen to the playlist here, and you can find the morning after drabble here.

You knew better. You both did.

The two of you held joint custody of a single brain cell, and your shared consciousness repeated over and over that this was a bad idea. That the weight of what you wanted would sit so heavily on your shoulders, you’d both drown. But that didn’t stop him from standing on your doorstep at two o’clock in the morning, and it didn’t stop you from answering the door before he’d had the chance to knock. 

Without his headlights shining through the blinds you’d forgotten to close, you’d never have gotten out of bed. You couldn’t have known for sure that it was him turning down your street at this hour, but somehow, you felt it.

Maybe you’d manifested his car, willed it to roll to a stop in your driveway when it did. Or maybe that familiar hum of the engine was your siren song, beckoning you towards the rocks. Whatever it was, it had pulled you out of that liminal space between sleeping and waking, all the way to your front door. 

And then, there you were – and there he was. 

You hadn’t noticed it was raining until he was dripping onto the hardwood in your front hallway. His hair clung to his forehead, and his damp skin glistened under the warm light overhead. His jaw was clenched tightly as he looked down at you. Neither of you could say for sure how he ended up there; but neither of you needed to guess why. 

Still silent, you took his cold hand and led him through the living room. With his fingers intertwined with yours, a current of unspoken electricity hummed between your palms. When you took a left at the end of the hall, he was the first to step into your bedroom. He kept walking, too, unaware that you’d stalled out behind him.

You closed the door behind you, even though there was no one there but you, and you leaned against it. Unsure of what to do with yourself, you dragged the toe of one sock across the carpet before crossing one bare thigh over the other. His hungry gaze swallowed every little movement, even in the darkness.

“Jungkook,” His name was merely a sigh flying out of your lungs and through your parted lips. “If we do this - if we go down this road - how do we go back?”

As he crossed back to you, you wondered who put the world in slow-motion. There was an hour between each of his footfalls, and the distance seemed to double with every move he made in your direction. When he finally reached you, he pressed his palms against the door behind you, flush to the wood just above your head. You’d never been more aware of your heartbeat than you were in that moment.

Darkened eyes traveled down the expanse of your face before climbing back up to capture your gaze. He leaned in, close enough to kiss you, but paused. A millimeter away, the corner of his mouth twitched between a smile and a smirk. “Maybe we don’t.” 

This was the closest he’d ever been to you, and the farthest apart you’d ever want to be again. The smell of him was intoxicating; you’d bet that it had caused your pupils to dilate, matching his.

Bergamot, nutmeg, cedar, and a hint of spearmint toothpaste. 

Still, you were unsure. You couldn’t string a coherent thought together. It was all an anxious blur, and it ate at you. What if what if, what if? Incapable of diving into anything without discussing every conceivable outcome first, you opened your mouth to talk it all through. Nothing came out until his hand found the base of your throat.

He trailed the tips of his thumb and middle finger outwards, dancing delicately across your neck. A moan masquerading as an exhale defied you and filled the great divide between his mouth and yours.

Leaving his hand there, he tilted his head so that his mouth lingered under your jawline. Goosebumps erupted all over your body as his hot breath hit your sensitive skin. Without the door behind you to lean on, you would’ve dropped dead to your knees – but the body pressing into yours would never allow that to happen.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” Though his words came in the form of a whisper, they struck you as a dare. One he must’ve known you'd never take him up on. “Tell me to go home, and I’ll leave.” 

The sweltering heat building in your abdomen threatened to set you both on fire; it was starkly contrasted by the growing wetness between your clenched thighs. Your mind was dizzy underneath him, but you managed to say one word out loud. 

Stay. 

As soon as he heard it, his arms snaked around your waist and lifted you off the ground. You crossed your ankles behind his back and melted into his hold as he carried you to your bed. With the skill of someone who’d practiced this maneuver many times before, he brought one knee to the end of your mattress to keep his balance as his body followed yours down to the cool surface of your duvet.

You fit so perfectly beneath him, like it was the only place on Earth you were truly meant to be.

The only part of your body he hadn’t yet pinned down was your arms. But as soon as you lifted a hand to touch him – anywhere – his hand encircled your wrist and pushed it back against the pillow beside your head.

“It’s not your turn, doll,” He chided you without any real heat. Unconsciously, your lips curved downwards. “You have to be patient.” 

Petulantly, you whined. “Could you at least kiss me?” 

He raised an eyebrow expectantly but said nothing. He didn’t have to. The look in his eye gave you clear direction, and it didn't waver in the face of your pout.

“Please, Jungkook.”

Never in your life had you begged someone to kiss you. You couldn’t believe Jeon Jungkook - your lifelong friend - was the one to make you do it.

Once again, he leaned over your face, so tantalizingly close and still so unbearably far. “I will,” He promised in earnest, though all you felt on your lips was his breathing. “But I decide where.” 

He didn’t stay to see the shocked look spread across your face. Instead, his gaze followed his hand as it traveled down from the collar of your shirt, between your breasts, and over your navel. His other hand joined when he reached your hips. Moving in tandem, they slipped past the fabric you anticipated he was heading for and glided right down to your inner thighs. Gently, his warm palms guided your knees apart.

When his lips pressed briefly and delicately at the material covering your clit, it sent shockwaves through your each and every nerve. Spellbound, you sighed. Mouth flush to your core, you could feel the vibration of his husky voice as he spoke. “Oh, angel,” He hummed before his tongue slipped out to tease you through the damp fabric, “You’re already so wet for me.” 

His soft tone could’ve killed you, but the feeling of his fingers on the waistband of your underwear was the final nail in your coffin. The knuckles of his index fingers pressed lightly into your hip bones as they slid under, hooked over, and dragged. You raised your hips to allow him to slide the black cotton over the curve of your ass, and he did - so - agonizingly - slow.

Not soon enough, your underwear was discarded somewhere behind him. Neither of you saw or cared where they ended up. 

“Fuck,” He growled as his ravenous eyes ate up the sight of you. “Do you know how gorgeous you are?” 

He didn’t give you an opportunity to answer – you couldn’t, even if his question hadn’t been rhetorical – because his face was sinking back down between your legs. Your pulse was racing, and you could feel your heartbeat hammering deep within your ears. It stopped all together when his lips placed a kiss on your clit once more, this time without the interference of clothing. 

His tongue slid out and circled slowly around the sensitive bud where his lips had just been. A shuddered gasp spilled out of you before you’d even felt it building in your chest. But he didn’t stay there for long, much to your chagrin. You whined in the absence of his tongue, stopping short when he pressed it flush against you, trailing up, up, up with just enough pressure to drive you mad. 

This time, when you gathered enough strength to lift your arm and slip your fingers into his hair, he didn’t stop you. Instead, the slight tug of your desperate grasp seemed to encourage him. Emboldened, his lips surrounded your clit, suckling it, until it was released with a quiet, wet pop. 

When the tip of his tongue moved down to tease at your entrance, a sheen of sweat erupted on your forehead. Your eyes screwed shut as you pressed your head back hard against the pillows. You wanted so badly for that tongue to penetrate you, and you ached when it moved back to your clit – that is, until you realized that he was merely switching mediums. 

His lips and tongue continued their assault while one long finger glided slowly inside of you. Your grip on his hair tightened while your grip on reality loosened. That blessed finger curled until its tip found the spongey spot behind your pubic bone. 

“Oh shit,” Your low moan vibrated in each of your bones. You were so distracted by the way he massaged your g-spot, you didn’t anticipate the second finger being added to aid in the effort. He scissored them inside of you, earning a sharp hiss through your teeth. The pressure of his presence against your internal walls put you into a trance. 

He pulled his mouth away so he could look up at you from under heavy lids. “You’re so warm, angel,” His husky voice received a mewl in response. “So tight, too. Can’t even imagine how good you’ll feel when you come all over my fingers.” Another moan pushed out of you as he curled his fingers once more. 

With his two fingers pressing further into your g-spot as they pistoned in and out of you, you could hear how wet he’d made you. The sound of your slick, underscored by your breathy moans, reverberated in your otherwise silent bedroom. Your body threatened to give out on you entirely, but you summoned the strength to arch your back as the tightness in your core became unbearable. 

“I want you to look me in the eyes when you come,” he said, prompting you to stare up at him through fluttering lashes. “Good girl.” 

His praise pulled the thread that led to your unraveling. You made a mess of his fingers as you orgasmed around them, hips bucking upwards into his hand. They lingered inside of you as you came down, riding out the aftershocks that caused your walls to twitch. Gasping and spent, you collapsed back against the mattress. 

For the first time since he arrived, the lips that always seemed to hover over yours finally indulged you. You sighed into the kiss and felt yourself returning from the orbit you’d been shot into. When you pulled apart, he placed another kiss at your temple. 

“I saw God for a second there,” You laughed, out of breath. “He says ‘hello,’ by the way.” 

He smirked as he bumped the tip of his nose against yours. “Watching you come like that was the closest thing I’ve ever had to a religious experience.”

He tilted his head and brought his mouth to your ear lobe, licking it playfully before closing in with his teeth. The surprising sensation brought you back from the dead just in time for his words to knock you prone again. “And I’m not even finished with you yet.” 

Jungkook sat back onto his knees and tugged at the hem of your too-big t-shirt. When you made no moves to remove it, he frowned down at you. Raising your eyebrow, you copied the expression he routinely directed at you. “You first,” You dared him.

He rolled his eyes at your attitude, but did as you instructed. He tossed his shirt back into whatever void your underwear had fallen into. 

In all the years you’d been friends, you’d somehow never seen Jungkook without a shirt on. For some primal reason outside your comprehension, the sight of his strong shoulders curving into his comparatively narrow waist started a riot among the butterflies in your stomach. You bit down on your bottom lip and sat up underneath him.

As you traced the lines of his abdominal muscles with your fingertips, his slipped beneath the hem of your shirt and began to slide it up and off. 

“Goddamn,” He groaned after he finished unwrapping you like a present. He ducked his head down as if he was bowing in reverence. His large, warm hands enveloped your breasts easily like they’d been specifically engineered for this purpose.

When he removed them to unbuckle his belt, they were replaced by wet kisses across the pale expanse of your chest. As he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down, the faintest hint of teeth grazed your nipple, prompting yet another gasp from deep inside you. 

The way his mouth felt on your electrified skin caused your eyelids to flutter shut. Tragically, you didn’t get to see the way his cock sprung from beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs before he discarded them entirely. You did see the bead of pre-cum rolling down his head, as well as the wicked glint in his eyes. 

“Switch places with me,” He directed you, wrapping his hands around your wrist and helping you up.

You did as he said, and soon, you were perched above him with your knees on either side of him. Though there remained an unfortunate distance between his head and your slit, you were nearly dripping with want. You locked eyes and time crashed to a halt. 

His hand pumped at his length without breaking eye contact. “Bring yourself down slowly.” 

You lined yourself up, placed one hand on his cock, and teased the tip of it against your entrance. Briefly, his eyes rolled backwards at the feeling of your slick against him. The beginnings of a moan were foreshadowed on his face, though he didn’t make a sound until he entered you. 

Suddenly, it made sense why he’d ordered you to take it slow – the width of his cock required considerable acclimation on your part. For a moment, you struggled to catch your breath, but the more you pressed yourself onto him, the more accommodating you became. Soon enough, you’d taken all of him; the lips of your cunt were flush against his pelvis. 

“Such a good girl.” His hand reached up, and his thumb swept lightly across your bottom lip. To his surprise, you opened your mouth and closed it around his finger. You felt his cock twitch in response to the wet heat of your tongue. He stared intently, unblinking, as you hollowed out your cheeks; and he let loose with a soft groan when you slowly released him from your trap. “You have no idea what you do to me.” 

You circled your hips slowly, feeling the veins of his cock as they brushed against your walls. His jaw slackened, causing you to grin mischievously down at him. “I might have a clue,” You teased.  

The hands spread across your thigh tensed in reply. His eager fingertips would undoubtedly leave a smattering of tiny bruises across your skin by sunrise, but you didn’t mind. You wanted him to leave a trace so neither of you could deny where he’d been. A breadcrumb trail to lead you back to him once the moonlight disappeared and the moment passed. 

When you lifted yourself only to drop back down, you both exhaled curses. Again and again, you savored every inch of him. As you fucked yourself on his cock, his hands slid up your thighs, over your abdomen, and back to your breasts. The friction of his rough palms against the soft skin of your areolas was only rivaled by that between your thighs. 

“You’re fucking beautiful, bouncing on my cock like that,” He groaned before his tongue darted out over his lips, “And - shit - those tits.” 

Based on the glistening sweat on his collarbones and his tightly clenched jaw, you knew he was close – and judging by the way you’d begun to pant, so were you. When he needed more speed than your weakened knees could produce, his arms wrapped around you and pulled your naked chest against his. Pushing his heels into the mattress, he fucked upwards into you – hard – and oh god, the tip of him nearly kissed your cervix. 

You mewled as he slammed into you, unable to do anything else as you teetered at the edge of the world. Your frenzied mouth met his, and you slipped your tongue inside not only to taste him – spearmint – but also to eliminate any cruel distance that had managed to survive this long.

You could’ve lived there forever, but the rubber band pulled tight in your core was on the verge of snapping. His pace never faltered as he pushed you relentlessly past the point of no return. 

“Holy sh-shit, Jungkook!” You screamed, arching your back against his arms, shoulders slumping. 

Your second orgasm was somehow – inconceivably - stronger than the first, causing your toes to curl and your eyes to screw shut. Every one of your muscles clocked out en masse, leaving your body a shaking, sweating mess on top of him. 

The sight of you so completely fucked out depleted what remained of his endurance. His thrusts became sloppy and frantic as he chased after you. Wanting nothing more than to feel his hot release inside you, you brought your lips to his ear and begged him to fill you. 

You watched his face as he came inside of you. His head tilted back while his eyes fluttered shut more delicately than yours had. His fingers pressed hard into the bare skin of your back, and when your name tumbled out of his mouth - over and over - it might’ve been the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard.

Once he’d emptied his cock into you, he stayed in that position with his eyes closed. Limp arms barely held up by the hands still holding your waist.

“Kook?” You kissed the pulse point in his neck to make sure he still had one. “You alive down there?” 

“Mhmm,” He sighed through a lopsided grin. With his eyes still shut, his chuckle buzzed through his chest, into yours. “It’s kind of funny, you know? I spent years wondering what you’d be like – like this – and I still managed to underestimate you. Damn near scrambled my brains, doll.” 

You reached up to his forehead and pushed the sweaty locks away from his eyes with one finger. Without any impediments to his vision, his eyes opened slowly and became fixed on you. For a moment, all he did was blink sleepily up at you with total, peaceful satisfaction written across his features.  

His softening cock was still buried inside of you when the corners of his lips turned down. With a sigh, he said it and it killed you: ”You were right about our friendship not surviving this.” 

“Seriously?” You scoffed, immediately landing a weak punch on his bicep with gritted teeth. “You couldn’t even pull out before singlehandedly terminating – “ 

He interrupted you with a kiss, and you saw stars.

“You told me to stay,” He mumbled with his lips still touching yours. “I’m trying to tell you that I’m staying.”

(12/30/22) A/N: Morning after drabble can be found here.

[sandwhitches]

uhh hiiiiii idk if this is how to do a request, but can I ask for chocolate ice cream about sugawara and reader going on a first date? Like how did they meet each other, who asked who out, and/or what they did for their first date? Thank youuuu!!!

a/n: hehe love me some suga!!! finally filling the requests form my event i am so glad this semester is almost over sorry for the wait if u requested erghghgg

✧.*𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒 | 𝐤. 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚

genre: fluff!

cw: none!

this is a request my summer writing event!! requests are currently closed for this event :)

➼ i have a feeling you and sugawara most likely know each other from school!!! he’s definitely the type to opt for befriending his crush before doing anything that could remotely be deemed as flirting or romantic.

➼ he TOTALLY has had a crush on you since your first year, which is when he started talking to you and being friendly, but it doesn’t take long for him to realize that this is a lot different than any of the other crushes he’s had on someone before. the idea of confessing is much more daunting, which is why for his own sake, he’s just going to continue being a good friend to you and hope that one day you might consider him romantically (he’s delusional but in a cute way)

➼ in your second year, he’d almost gotten over his fear and planned to give you a valentine, but the moment he saw your face he panicked and crumpled it up in his pocket. sugawara gave you a guilty smile when you eyed him suspiciously, asking what he needed to talk about, which according to him was “nothing! it turned out to be nothing, after all!”

➼ kicks himself for the rest of the year for that (and so do his friends, they’ve all taken notice of those lingering puppy dog eyes and are beginning to get sick of it)

➼ flash forward towards the end of your third year when he FINALLY musters up enough courage to ask you out

➼ suga’s the type to just say what he means once he’s ready, which is why he doesn’t skimp on his wording, he makes sure you know he’s asking you out on a date on not to just hang out

➼ however, his delivery could use a little bit of work, definitely just comes up to you during a break in the school day and the first thing that comes out of his mouth is: “do you wanna go out with me? like…on a date?” (what happened to hi, how are you?!?)

➼ he’s thanking his lucky stars that, although you’re a bit stunned his suggestion is, you agree!!!

➼ cannot sleep that night or the nights leading up to the date, he’s just too excited (seriously, it’s taken him almost three years to gain enough courage to do this and it’s finally happening, it’s a bit surreal to him)

➼ you best believe this man is at your doorstep with flowers in his hand five minutes early, ready to take you out ahhhhh

➼ sugawara’s keen on doing cliche first date things with you: getting something to eat, takes you to an arcade (and lets you win all the 2-player games), buys you an ice cream cone, you know the deal

➼ a bit nervous to do anything super romantic like holding hands (GASP) or having any physical contact with you whatsoever, he just doesn’t wanna scare you off. much to his relief, you’re the one who interlaced your fingers with his first as the two of you walk beside each other

➼ keeps on telling you how good he thinks you look today eeeeeee

➼ suga’s such a sweetheart!!!! 10/10 manners!!! opens doors for you & pulls out your seat for you too (😍)

➼ when he drops you back off at home, you nearly make his heart stop when you get up on your tip toes and kiss his cheek goodbye for the night

➼ waits until you’re inside your house before leaving (😍😍😍)

➼ AAAAAAHHH SUGA MY LOVE

[kit-williams]

-hands payment type of your choosing-

I'll have one ticket to the 'Lamenters/Blood Angels being able to smell and/or consume menstrual blood, possibly even having a preference for it or maybe just liking that they can get blood without killing their favorite person' please. Feel free to toy with it at your leisure, I will enjoy anything you make even somewhat close to this topic >:D

and of course take your time, I'm just putting this in the box for whenever/if you want to write the idea

And you get the honor of seeing the latest OC... A Khornite Lamenter of the Red Corsairs... Berserker Varial Blood-drinker or also known as Varial the Insatiable.

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog

tw: somnophilia, blood, idk do I put slavery and limb loss because that just feels par for the course for 40k

"Cherish?" Varial's rage rotted mind woke up to the smell of sweet blood and instantly called out for his reward.

The maimed slave known as 'Cherish' was asleep next to her master. Varial had to maim her or else she would end up like other Cherish's that did not obey and it would leave him inconsolable. How his jaws clamped down on one of her legs. He did not like it when his Cherished screamed... it brought up painful memories... all their screams did. Her leg was healing up nicely but his room smelt of blood.

He moved over to the locked door sniffing the seams wondering if they were trying to lure him out... no the door was still locked. Panic rushed into his rage rotted mind as he went over to Cherish, her hair kept short to keep it out of the way of his mouth, did he bite her? She whined at his rough handling... then why did he smell Cherish's blood?

A memory floated through the miasma of rage that often occupied his mind. Back upon Badab a slave explaining why she smelt of blood and ways she could relieve it. The dirty threadbare outfit that Cherish wore was lifted up as Varial his nose wrinkled slightly at the smell of old blood... old tissue... mixed with her feminine discharge of that acidic crevice of her body. Moments where words wanted to come to him yet flee him upset the corrupted Lamenter as he could remember poetic songlike prose spilling from his mouth with ease now he struggles to string sentences together... but the price he must pay for the thirst to be quenched and his foul luck kept at bay.

A long slow lick up his beloved Cherish's thighs licking up the smeared blood there before he stuck his tongue deep between her folds. She mewled so sweetly... he always picked good Cherishs' who made such good noises for him... made Varial feel so good... His warped mouth opens up just a little too wide as his mutated black tongue pushes deep inside. Arousal burns in his nose as her fingers grip the bedding tightly as she moans still stuck in a haze of sleep. Globs of sheded lining cling to his tongue as he pulls it back into his maw and snapping his jaws in a pleased motion before repeating his intrusion into her woman hood.

"Cherish!" He trills pleased by her; He cherished her... he cherished her... that's all he could remember at times was his need to cherish a mortal... they only let him have one mortal at a time to cherish. Talons push into the flesh of her thighs as he feasts on the blood offering. "Cherish!" He trills again getting excited.

"Varial!" A voice hisses on the vox causing him to look to the door. It was his handler. "Stupid thing..." he hears the fellow traitor astartes mumble, "We're going to need you planet side to scare the mortals." Varial did not care... his Cherish was bleeding for him and his head dipped back between her thighs to listen to her breathy whimpers. "VARIAL stop acting like some pussy drunk Slaaneshi-"

The cord snapped hard as his body slammed into the door it holding but barely finally startling his Cherish awake as she scrambled to the corner, pleasing Varial as her blood smeared onto his pillow. He snarled and snapped his maw at the vox caster before turning around to grab the splotchy red helm where faded yellow paint could be seen between the chipping red paint.

"Cherish!" He says again reaching out to her and pulling her into a hug and nuzzling her head, "Be good. Stay. Come back soon." His rough unnaturally deepened voice clips out those basic sentences as anymore he turns into a snarling mess. She just nodded weakly as he puts her in his spot in the bed before heading over to the door. At least he had something to quench his thirst. Lest he try to take a bit of his handler... oh... he would eventually run out of luck but Varial was patient... he could wait to taste astartes blood on his tongue.

[newtkive]

pixels [ newt x reader - modern text au ]

ch. 2 - drama queen core

summary: minho's drama finally catches up with him, but newt becomes a hero.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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THE GLADE

[ 12:08 PM ]

y/n: gm pookies

newt: it’s the afternoon.

y/n: yeah well

ur east coast

newt: so are you y/n

y/n: FINE BAD MORNING THEN ARE U HAPPY?

minho: drama queen is awake

newt: you’re the drama queen min let’s be fr

minho: u want me to die be honest

newt: see .

tommy: hey guys :3 been waiting for you all

y/n: awwww tommy <3 gm

tommy: morning sweetums

minho: ew stop

newt: how did you sleep?

tommy: good! used my new heated pillow

newt: not you

minho: not you

tommy: wtf

WHO THEN?? THERES LIKE 7 OTHER PPL IN HERE

minho: he means y/n

and there’s 4 other people not including newt and y/n dumbass

y/n: oh

why just me????

newt: cuz you stayed up til 6 am

y/n: ..

how do you know that

newt: i saw you were active on discord

gally: doesn’t that mean you were awake too then

newt: ok and?

minho: thats crazy newt

newt: no it isn’t

i just casually saw it

y/n: hehe

im ok i need to sleep more. sims 4 was really consuming me

why were you awake??

newt: up for work

minho: you get on discord before work?

chronically online..

newt: can you choke and pass out and hit your head please

minho: THE WAY U WANT ME DEAD IS INSANE

y/n: he’s gotta check on his discord hoes before hitting the grind

newt: there are no discord hoes

unless you count thomas

and i don’t

tommy: well why not

newt: because you disgust me

tommy: love u too :3<3

minho: y’all about to kiss aren’t you

newt: never say that shit again im outside your door with a b*mb

minho: why censor it

just blow me up it’s my grandmas house anyway. u want to jump her that bad????

gally: blow that bitch up i say

y/n: HELLO???!,!!

gally: minho not grandma

she loves me cuz im so tall

minho: tall people always gotta remind you they’re tall 😒

like we get it bigfoot

gally: shut up tinkerbell

y/n: you’re somewhat tall minho

minho: any man under 6’0 is considered short

y/n: yeah but newt is 6 ft trapped in a 5’10 body so not totally true

newt: what does that even mean

minho: give me a break

i can tell you exactly what that means

she wanna hit

newt: stop

tommy: don’t get his hopes up

newt: dude

stfu

y/n: what newt said

gally: can we appreciate the only one actually over 6 ft here

minho: no.

tommy: im the same height as newt!!!!

y/n: yea but ur like 3 ft trapped in a 5’10 body tommy not the same

tommy: oh ..

minho: kind of real

newt: can someone kick gally i’m tired of seeing his fucking name on my phone

gally: then turn your phone off don’t you have old ladies to tend to at the library

newt: yeah and they all love me

y/n: so real

if i was old i’d go in there and imagine you’re my young boyfriend and cling to everything u say

tommy: true im the old ladies

y/n: LMAO

minho: write a fanfic y/n why don’t you

newt: yeah you both are old and not beating the dementia allegations

y/n: IM THE YOUNGEST HERE

ur just mad you’re old as dirt

tommy: youth has left you newt and it has turn you bitter in your old age.

minho: thomas knows big words who knew

newt: which word in that sentence was big??

y/n: shut up minho

minho: wtf did i do

y/n: idk but i imagine you sitting there typing on your little phone and i got pissed

minho: WHAT???!.‘wKWHFO

newt: LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

yeah chubby little fingers hitting the wrong letters on his iphone 8

minho: im leaving

tommy: dont leave i forgive you for what you said

minho: i don’t give a damn

y’all mad y’all are all fake im the realest i’ve been prophesizing and reading scriptures 7000 years before y’all fake asses were born be so for real right now

y/n: not reading that

congrats

or sorry for what happened idk

about to drink my coffee in a wine glass

tommy: just drink wine

newt: it’s noon tommy??

tommy: ok and?

newt: explains a lot

minho: no coffee for me this new year only water and pussy juice fr fr

[ newt removed minho from the group ]

tommy: woah

y/n: woah..

newt: i can’t take it anymore

alby: How did you get that access..?

newt: don’t worry about it

in times of need i have to step in like that

y/n: hi alby!

alby: Hey y/n!

tommy: you’re such a hero newt

gally: that was deserved

who wants to play minecraft rn

y/n: me!!

alby: I’ll play, I’m off work today.

y/n: let’s go to the desert i want a camel

gally: alright but then the caves after i wanna mine

newt: if you mine with her you gotta bring extra food and storage when she dies so you can pick up the fallen items

gally: i forget you’re her designated babysitter

y/n: oh please no he isn’t

and i’ll bring my own food

newt: you always say that and then leave it in the stove oven

y/n: WELL I WONT THIS TIME

newt: sure ok

i’ll get on after work

[ alby added minho to the group ]

minho: when i get you.

newt: why did you add him back alby

alby: He was harassing me.

newt: be a man and take it

gally: im leaving

[ gally left the group ]

minho: im going to throw up and die

newt: im staying out of this

minho: (guy who caused it) im staying out of this

y/n: why does gally alwyas leave 😔

newt: why question a gift from the heavens

tommy: get online y/n gally is attacking my dirt house w a pickaxe :((((

y/n: NO IM COMING

minho: im coming to your work newt

newt: okay im locking the door early then

minho: i’ll smash through the glass idc

newt: i’m leaving my shift is over at 1 today.

minho: i’ll use life360 on you

newt: i deleted that app

minho: i’ll stand in the middle of the street

newt: ok let me position my car in front of you

just come to my apartment and we can play w them on pc and xbox

minho: …. fine but i hate your guts

newt: fine

y/n: HURRY GALLY IS ATTACKING MY SHED NOOOOWWW

newt: i’ll just rebuild it

minho: i’ll set it on fire just wait

[genshinluvr]

Your Highness

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader/Royal!Reader

Summary: Imagine your retainer (Heizou) waking you up from your slumber, telling you to get up and get ready for the day before high-profiled visitors arrive to the kingdom. Who are these high-profiled visitors, you may ask? Oh, they're the people your parents have chosen for you to get married to! Speaking of getting married, you're unaware of the arranged marriage situation until Heizou woke you up from your slumber. So, Your Highness, who are you going to pick to be your future husband?

Note: Finally! The last AU that has been stuck on my mind for ages is finally here! Next fic, we will be back in the usual Isekai'd!reader world! Kind of. Each man in this Royal AU does have titles. Some of these titles aren't princes, emperors, or crown princes. There are retainers, military leaders, bodyguards, etc. I tried to make it accurate, but Wikipedia and Google did not help me much with my attempt at research. The title gave me the most complications out of the entire thing. I also typed the list out in my Discord server so I wouldn't have to list it all out on here. To those who are new readers or not, please remember that I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: None that I know of 🤔 uh, mentions of an arranged marriage? Idk if that would count as a warning

Word Count: 8.7k

“Your Highness, you need to wake up.”

You hear someone say as they try to wake you up from your slumber. You groan and snuggle further into your pillows and blankets, feeling too comfortable to wake up. The person lets out a sigh of frustration and flicks you on your forehead, causing you to jolt and groan in pain. You open your eyes and see Heizou peering down at you.

You glare at him and bury your face into your pillow. “Go away, Heizou. Can’t you see I’m trying to sleep?” You mumble.

Heizou chuckles and pokes you in the ribs, making you jump and smack his hand away from you. “Come on, sleepy head! You need to get up! Your parents want you to be up and ready before the Princes, Crown Prince, and Emperor arrive,” Heizou sighs. 

Your eyes snap open, and you sit up on your bed and look at Heizou with wide eyes. You rub the sleep from your eyes and look at Heizou with disbelief. “Why are they visiting the kingdom?” You whisper.

Heizou purses his lips for a moment. “Did your parents not inform you that you will be choosing who you will be betrothed to?” Heizou asks, propping his hands on his hips.

You shake your head, mouth agape. Heizou sighs and hunches over, unsure of what to say. You look over at the clock on the wall before scrambling to get off your bed. As you’re running to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for the day (and unexpected meeting with other royals from other nations), you hear Heizou bark orders to the maids. 

The sudden news of royals from different regions stopping by to visit is news to you. Your parents did not inform you of the event, nor did they mention it to you! You are not only angry, but you’re also upset that your parents give you little to no time to prepare for the visitation. 

After your shower, you’re pulled out of the bathroom, and the maids dress you in your daily attire. While you wear the most exquisite clothing with expensive materials, you’re forced to wear the most uncomfortable clothing of all: corsets. 

“Your Highness, did you not sleep well last night?” Tsu asks, yanking on the corset strings, making you gasp out in pain.

You shake your head. “Unfortunately, I did not get an adequate amount of sleep, Tsu.”

“Your Highness! You know how strict your parents are when it comes to your bedtime!” Mingxi scolds you, tutting and pulling the corset strings with Tsu. 

You groan and take a deep breath. Tsu and Mingxi tie the corset strings before assisting you with putting other clothing on you. You have no idea why they make you wear so many layers of clothing. Quite frankly, you wish that corsets were outdated so you wouldn’t be forced to wear something that could potentially snap your ribcage. 

“How does one get an adequate amount of sleep when the King and Queen are pestering you to do well in your tasks?” You mutter, adjusting the clothes on your person. 

You, Tsu, and Mingxi hear a knock at the door. Tsu walks to the door while you gaze into the mirror and brush your hair with a cor lapis-encrusted comb. You look like you’re sleep deprived and are in desperate need of sleep.

“Hans! What are you doing here?” Tsu asks, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes at the blond man in front of her.

Hans clears his throat. “Heizou has informed me to make sure that Their Highness is preparing for the meeting. The visitors are almost here,” Hans says.

“Oh? I thought Heizou would be the one that’s taking me to where the visitors will be,” you mutter, letting Mingxi apply light makeup on your face to cover the bags underneath your eyes.

Dear archons, you look like death. You don’t think there’s enough makeup in Teyvat to hide the dark circles underneath your eyes. You’re tempted to rub your eyes, but Mingxi lightly slaps your hands away from your face and gives you a scolding look through the mirror.

“Sorry,” you mouthed to Mingxi, letting your hands fall to your sides.

Hans nods his head. “Heizou will be taking you there, but he is currently tending to other duties as of now. Heizou wants me to make sure you’re getting ready and not sleeping in,” said Hans.

“The guests aren’t here yet, are they?” You ask anxiously.

Hans shakes his head. “They have yet to arrive, Your Highness. Since it is still early in the morning, you will be having breakfast with your guests,” Hans informs you.

You press your lips into a thin line and slowly nod your head. “Understood. Thank you for informing me,” you said, a small smile appearing on your face.

Hans gives you a brief smile and bows to you before turning to leave. Tsu closes the door after Hans leaves and sighs, walking over to you and Mingxi. After Mingxi finishes applying makeup on your face, Tsu reaches for the perfume on the vanity and sprays the fragrance on your pulse points.

“So, do you have in mind who you want to choose from the bachelors?” Tsu asks casually.

You blink at Tsu and shake your head slowly. “Tsu, this is the first time I hear about an arranged marriage my parents put together. I don’t know who they have chosen or invited to come and visit,” you sigh in defeat. 

Mingxi dusts her hands off and props her hand on her hips while leaning on the vanity with her right arm. “My word of advice to you is to reject all of them and choose Heizou.” 

“Heizou?” You ask; Mingxi nods her head. “My retainer?” You raise your eyebrows at her.

“Oh, come on! He’s cute! And it’s clear that he has feelings for you, Your Highness!” Mingxi exclaims, shaking you lightly by your biceps.

Tsu swats at Mingxi. “Quit it, you! You’re going to make [Y/N]’s clothes crease!” Tsu hisses.

Mingxi releases your biceps and quickly apologizes to you, rubbing her arm with a sheepish look on her face. You snort and shake your head. Tsu and Mingxi have been by your side since you were pre-teens; while they work for you as your maids, they’re also your friends. People aren’t allowed to casually call you by your name, only by your title. But with Tsu and Mingxi, they’re an exception; only they can’t call you by your name in front of your parents, other royals, and servants at the castle. 

“Let’s put your shoes on, and I think we should be finished!” Mingxi claps her hands.

After a few minutes of struggling to put your shoes on (the corset was making it hard for you to bend down to put your shoes on), you hear a knock coming from the door. Instead of Tsu and Mingxi being the ones to open the door, you walk to the door, grab the door handle and crack the door open.

“Are you done getting dressed, Your Highness?” Heizou asks, peeking through the crack.

You smile and nod. “Yes, yes I am, Heizou!” You reply.

“Great! Now that you’re ready let me assist you to the foyer. The…. men… have arrived,” Heizou hesitates, giving you a stiff smile. 

You look at Heizou worriedly. “You don’t look too excited,” you pointed out.

“That’s because he’s not! And quite frankly, I’m not excited either, Your Highness,” Itto says, strutting up to you and Heizou with his hands crossed over his chest. 

You raise your eyebrows with surprise. “Oh? And why is that? Pray tell,” you said.

Itto clears his throat. “You see, Your Highness, your parents are setting you up with a bunch of men to get to know each other for who knows how long, and you have to marry one of them by the end of a certain time,” Itto explains. 

You did a double-take. “Wait, are you implying that these men will be staying at the castle for a while?” You ask.

“That is correct! They’re going to be staying for a while, so you can bond with them and see which man is husband material,” said Itto. 

“Hypothetically, what happens if I don’t pick anyone out of the men that my parents have chosen for me?” You ask.

Itto hisses softly. “Ooh, that, I do not have the answers to! You’re going to have to talk to your parents about that, Your Highness,” Itto says.

“Well, at least I was able to get a small explanation,” you mutter. “Heizou, you may now take me to the foyer to meet my future husbands,” you said.

Heizou stretches his arm out for you to take, you link your right arm around his left arm, and the two of you begin walking toward the foyer of the castle, with Itto walking behind you two. Not only were you unaware of your own arranged marriage, but you’re also unaware that the men that are visiting your home will be staying for who knows how long. Great! 

“I’m hoping my parents didn’t pick out people close to their age,” you mutter. 

Heizou and Itto don’t respond to your comment. You scan your surroundings nervously as you walk down the long staircase of the castle. The heel of your shoes makes a click-clacking noise on the white tile floors with each step you take, the sound echoing through the hallways of the castle. You can’t help but internally wince at the sound of your shoes click-clacking; it’s almost like you have a bell collar on that will notify people that you’re nearby. 

The closer you, Itto, and Heizou got to the foyer, the more nervous you became. You don’t do well when it comes to meeting new people. It wasn’t because you’re asocial; it was because you fear that you’re going to mess up or make a fool out of yourself in front of people that you don’t know. Heck, other than new people, you’re afraid of messing up in front of your parents! 

Upon entering the large foyer of the castle, you see a long line of men standing in front of your parents. Your father stands tall and regal, his head held high as he makes a speech to the large group of men in front of him and your mother. You can feel power oozing from your father from a distance. Then there’s your mother, standing beside your father. While she looks dainty compared to your father, she holds almost as much power as your father. Her arm is looped around your father’s arm, gazing at the men in front of her with sheer intensity. 

One of the guards steps up to your parents, bowing to them. 

“Your Majesties, your child has arrived,” said the guard. 

Your parents and the guests all turn to look in your, Heizou, and Itto’s direction. You feel your face turn hot when all eyes are focused on you the more you walk into the foyer with your retainer and bodyguard at your side. 

You unlink your arm around Heizou and clasp your hands before bowing to your parents. “Mother, father. I have arrived,” you give them a small smile, “I hope I didn’t keep you all waiting for too long,” you say, subconsciously tucking your hair behind your ear.

“You didn’t keep us waiting, sweetheart. The guest arrived not too long ago, and we were talking to them about what will be happening for the next few days, perhaps weeks,” your mother said.

You look at her, feigning surprise. “Oh? May I get an explanation as well? I did not know we would be having guests today until Heizou woke me up from my slumber,” you said.

You cross your arms over your chest as if you’re trying to hide from everyone in the room. The number of eyes focusing on you makes you feel out of place. Almost naked, in a way. Your father gives you a look. You uncross your arms and give them a fake smile. Your father puts a heavy hand on your shoulders and turns you so you can face the large group of men in front of you.

“Gentlemen, meet my child, [Y/N],” Your father introduces you to the men in front of you with a smile on his face.

Annoyed, you mutter, “I’m not a child, father.”

Your father ignores your comment and continues to sing his praise. You’re intelligent, graduated top at the private university you once attended, mastered many languages and instruments, you’re skilled in many arts, and you’re also a fantastic cook. Speaking of cooking, since you’re a royal, learning to bake and cook wasn’t necessary for you. But you pressed on and begged your parents to let you learn to cook and bake because it’s a basic (yet beneficial) skill. And because you also want to sneak into the kitchen to bake yourself a cookie at two in the morning while everyone is asleep. 

“Now, [Y/N], my sweet child,” you shoot your father a look, “I would introduce these men to you, but there are too many for me to do so. If I were to introduce each man in this room, it would be lunch by the time I finish,” your father lets out a hearty laugh. 

The men in the room chuckle after hearing your father’s explanation. 

“I will let you and these handsome gentlemen converse over breakfast. After breakfast, you and these men can continue getting to know one another,” said your father.

“You’re not going to join us?” You ask, looking up at your father quizzically.

Your father and mother shake their heads. 

“We will be joining you all for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But afterward, we will give you and these lovely men some space to get to know one another! Of course, Heizou and Itto will also be keeping you all company,” your mother says, looking over at Heizou and Itto with a smile. 

You nod. “Understood.”

The head butler of the castle announces that breakfast is ready. The butler leads everyone to the dining room. Heizou and Itto walk in front of you, their eyes focusing ahead of them. You, Itto, and Heizou walk in front of the large group of men while your parents walk beside you. Your parents are seated beside each other, whereas you’re sitting at the farthest end of the dining table.

On the right side of the table, the men from the three nations (Liyue, Inazuma, Sumeru) sit down in their seats while the men from the other three regions (Mondstadt, Snezhnaya, and Khaenri'ah) sit on the left side of the table. Heizou pulls the chair out for you to sit. You sit on the chair, and Heizou pushes the chair in. The servants bring the food out and place them in front of each person. Your stomach grumbles when you catch a whiff of the food in front of you.

Everyone began eating in silence; the sound of forks and knives scraping against the fine china filled the silence. You turn to look at Heizou and Itto.

“Have you two eaten today?” You ask.

Heizou and Itto nod, not saying a single word. You blink at the two before slowly turning back to your food, unsure why they didn’t reply to your question. Heizou looks up and notices a few lingering stares from the visitors. Some are curious stares, and others are looks of interest. Heizou locks his eyes with one of the princes and gives him a fake smile.

“Which one of you men wants to start introducing yourselves? If you all want, I can reintroduce myself?” You cock your head to the side.

“I’ll go first if you don’t mind, Your Highness,” the man with an eyepatch speaks up, giving you a gentle smile.

You smile back and nod. “Please, be my guest.”

And thus, the dark blue-haired man with an eyepatch starts to introduce himself to you. One by one, each man introduces himself to you during breakfast while your parents sit by and watch the interaction in front of them, observing how you all interact. 

“You look lovely today, Your Highness,” the Crown Prince of Snezhnaya says, sending a wink in your direction.

You feel yourself blush at the sudden comment. “Thank you, Prince Ajax. You’re looking handsome yourself,” you reply shyly.

The Snezhnayan Crown Prince leans back in his seat with a victorious smile on his face, turning to look at the men with a smug look. The Crown Prince of Mondstadt gives Ajax a subtle glare before turning to look at you, looking at you curiously.

“Your Highness, what is your relationship with those two men behind you? If you don’t mind me asking?” Diluc says.

You look over to your left and right shoulders. “Heizou is my retainer,” you gestured to the maroon-haired man to your right, “And Itto is my bodyguard! His job is to be at my side at all times. You all will be seeing these two with me everywhere I go,” you said. 

“Everywhere you go?” Prince Aether asks, looking at you curiously.

You clear your throat and reach for your cup of water. “Almost everywhere I go. Heizou is at my side more than Itto. Itto will accompany Heizou and me when guests are visiting, if there’s an event, whenever I leave the castle, you get the gist,” you explain. 

You take a sip of your drink, resting your back against the chair. So far, the interaction with each of the men isn’t too awkward like how you would have imagined, thankfully. The thing that you’re nervous about the most would be the event that happens after breakfast. Each man has their charm; they are incredibly sweet and attentive. The light banter between them is not only entertaining, but it’s also heartwarming, in a way.

While you’re unfamiliar with the political affairs between your region and their region, seeing powerful men from different regions bonding is something you didn’t think you would ever witness in person. Seeing them laugh, converse with each other, share a toast with one another, and joke with each other makes the atmosphere at the castle lively. 

“Your Highness?” Dainsleif calls your name (title?), pulling you out of your thoughts.

You blink and turn to look at the blond man. “Yes, Dainsleif?” You ask, finishing your last bite of breakfast.

“We have been calling your name for a minute now. What’s on your mind? You seem distracted,” Lord Kazuha says, looking at you worriedly.

You give Lord Kazuha a brief smile and shake your head. “Apologies, gentlemen. I did not get enough sleep last night, and I guess I was staring off into space,” you reply, clasping your hands on your lap. 

The Chief Alchemist strokes his chin. “You do need to get plenty of rest, Your Highness. It’s unhealthy for the human body not to get an adequate amount of sleep,” said Albedo. 

“We do not know what you do in your day-to-day life, but we don’t want your duties to get in the way of you getting plenty of sleep at night,” Doctor Baizhu says, wiping his lips on the silk cloth napkin.

Venti props his head in the palm of his hands, giving you a sweet smile. “If you would like, I can play you a song or two before you go to bed~! What do you say, Your Highness?” Prince Venti asks, gazing at you with his aqua-green eyes. 

You press your lips into a thin line, contemplating whether you should take up on Prince Venti’s offer or not. While you don’t mind having someone serenade you to sleep, you don’t want the other men to misinterpret Prince Venti’s offer.

“I don’t think it’s appropriate to be going into someone else’s bedroom to serenade them before they go to bed,” Emperor Zhongli says, giving Prince Venti a blank stare. 

Thoma chuckles and nudges Emperor Ayato beside him. “Do you think the Emperor of Liyue is jealous that Prince Venti offered to serenade Their Highness before they go to bed?” Thoma whispers to the Inazuman Emperor.

Emperor Ayato chuckles. “Can you blame him? He and I share the same sentiment about Prince Venti’s offering,” Emperor Ayato replies nonchalantly.

After contemplating, you decide not to take up on Prince Venti’s offer, much to his disappointment. Your declining Prince Venti’s offer of him singing you to sleep has nothing to do with a specific issue (for example, you not liking Prince Venti). You declined his offer because you’re not sure if your parents would approve of a stranger going into your room and singing you to sleep. Plus, you’ve had a fair share of random men trying to sneak into your bedroom while you slept and then trying to assassinate you.

“Is there a reason why you declined Prince Venti’s offer? I’m surprised a musically talented prince would get turned down,” Tighnari says, gazing at you curiously.

You purse your lips, unsure whether you should tell them of the incident or not. You look at your parents from across the table, waiting for them to answer for you. You didn’t get a response back. All your mother and father did was stare back at you while casually finishing their breakfast. You stare at them blankly before turning to the men, giving them a sheepish smile, subconsciously rubbing the back of your neck.

“How do I explain this without making it a huge deal?” You mutter, pressing your lips into a thin line.

Crown Prince Al Haitham cocks an eyebrow at your question. “Oh? Did you happen to sneak a boy into your bedroom while your parents were asleep?” Crown Prince Al Haitham asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

Your eyes widen, and you shake your head rapidly. “No, no, no! It’s not like that!” You squeak, your face turning hot. “Why would someone from the royal family get into that kind of situation? Do you know how much trouble I would get into with my parents and the public?” You huff, looking away from the guests, your face hot. 

Heizou and Itto stare at the men blankly, not saying a word. How dare they (mainly Crown Prince Al Haitham) assume you were sneaking boys into your bedroom late at night while everyone in the castle was asleep? Not only are there top-notch security at the castle, but you would never get into a scandalous situation because you know better. And Heizou and Itto ensure that you don’t sneak boys into your room because those boys would have to get through Itto and Heizou first. 

You sigh and grab the cup of water in front of you, taking slow sips of water. You only know Crown Prince Al Haitham for less than two hours. Yet, he has already left a sour taste in your mouth by assuming you are sneaking boys into your bedroom while everyone is asleep. 

“I don’t allow anyone into my bedroom except for the maids, Itto, Heizou, and my parents. There are a few instances where people will try to sneak into my bedroom to,” you trail off, placing the cup down on the table, “try to assassinate me. It got to the point where I couldn’t sleep alone in my room for months. Guards will stand outside of my bedroom door, outside of my bedroom window, to catch the culprits.” You said.

Prince Kaveh huffs, turning to look at Crown Prince Al Haitham, his eyes narrowing. “Way to be a total jackass to Their Highness, Crown Prince,” Prince Kaveh says sarcastically.

You laugh nervously and shake your head. “No, no, it’s fine, Prince Kaveh. Crown Prince Al Haitham didn’t know, so let’s not start anything at breakfast when we all barely know each other,” you said. 

“So, you’re implying that we can start trouble with each other when we’re more familiar with one another?” Cyno teases, the corner of his lips curling up.

A loud huff of breath interrupts the conversation. You turn to see the Prime Minister sitting there, his arms over his chest, looking at the other gentlemen in the room with a disapproving look on his face.

“Almost all of you have juvenile behavior. Accusing Their Highness of having late-night affairs while everyone is asleep?” Prime Minister Pierro asks, scoffing.

Pantalone leans back in his seat and chuckles softly. “You only knew Their Highness for less than two hours, and you’re already making a fool out of yourself, Crown Prince Al Haitham,” Pantalone says, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. 

The Chief Physician snorts. “Way to ruin your chances of Their Highness picking you to be betrothed to,” Dottore chuckles. 

“As if Their Highness will pick them in the first place,” The Captain snorts, flicking his jet-black hair over his shoulders. 

The Shogun rolls his eyes and scoffs loudly, crossing his right leg over his left. “You four fools think you have the chance to be with Their Highness? Ha! Please, that’s comical,” Scaramouche laughs sarcastically. 

You turn to look at Heizou and Itto. “I thought my parents invited royals. Did my parents invite high-profiled people in general?” You whisper.

Heizou and Itto shrug their shoulders simultaneously. You sit back in your seat and watch how the men interact with each other. There’s tension between them, and you’re hoping that Crown Prince Al Haitham’s comment won’t be the reason why there will be war among all nations. You clear your throat to grab their attention.

“If you’re all finished eating, then we can all go to the gardens outside the castle to get to know each other. More so, this is a way for me to get to know you all individually without having to speak over anyone. Perhaps this can be a way for all of you to strengthen the bonds between your nations,” You said, getting up from your seat. 

General Gorou’s head perks up, and he smiles at you brightly. “That sounds like a fantastic idea, Your Highness! Plus, you can also give us a tour of the castle while we’re at it,” General Gorou says.

“A castle tour? Is this your first time visiting the kingdom?” You ask, looking at everyone owlishly.

General Xiao shakes his head. “We have visited the kingdom before, but we have never gone anywhere that isn’t the foyer, training grounds, ballroom, and throne room,” General Xiao explains. 

“Oh! Well, if that’s the case, then I will be delighted to give you all a castle tour if it’s okay with my parents?” You look over at your parents, waiting for them to give you approval. 

Your mother and father nod their heads, giving you a small smile. You got up from your seat and gestured for the men to follow you out of the dining room. Since you’ll be giving the visitors a tour of the enormous castle, Heizou and Itto stick by your side, giving the men stern looks.

“If you think we’re going to do something sketchy to Their Highness, both of you are wrong,” General Xiao says, glaring at Heizou and Itto. 

Emperor Zhongli chuckles and places his hand on General Xiao’s shoulders. “General Xiao, please try to get along with Their Highness’ bodyguard and retainer. They’re doing their duty to protect Their Highness,” Emperor Zhongli says. 

General Xiao grits his teeth, lets out a sharp sigh and complies while bowing to his Emperor. “Understood, Emperor Zhongli,” General Xiao mutters.

The Chief Physician smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Every ruler needs to keep their pets on leashes, or else they’ll bite those around them,” Dottore says.

Archons, you genuinely hope that this doesn’t result in some kind of war. You, Itto, and Heizou shake your heads and continue walking ahead of the men behind you three. The tour of the kingdom has barely started, and yet the men are already starting trouble with one another. You’re not sure how much longer these men can stay in the same room as each other without wanting to rip each other’s heads off or insult one another.

“I hope the head butler of the castle has shown you all your rooms,” you said, turning to look at the men behind you.

The Captain, Capitano, nods his head. “Yes, the head butler has shown us where we all will be staying for the time being prior to your arrival,”

You nudge Heizou lightly. “When you and Itto went to get me, I thought the guests had just arrived at the castle,” you mutter.

“Your retainer must have seen us after we have seen our rooms. The servants took our luggage to our rooms after the head butler showed us where the rooms are,” Prime Minster Pierro interjects. 

“I see,” you murmur.

The tour around the castle took a bit of time because of the size of the castle. It wasn’t a boring tour, surprisingly. Some men would crack jokes here and there to lighten the mood. Some of them even asked you about your childhood to get to know you, their future significant other, if you pick them, better. 

And now here you are, sitting on the concrete bench while the men are scattered around, conversing with each other and settling into the castle. Itto and Heizou insist on staying by your side at all times, but you chide them and order them to go and have fun and socialize with the visitors. 

“Your Highness, why are you here all alone?”

You look up to see Prince Kaeya, Prime Minister Pierro, and Dainsleif, the Captain of the Royal Guard, walking over to you. You stand up, briefly bow to the three men in front of you, and make sure your clothes look presentable. You clear your throat and give them a smile.

“Oh, no need to worry about me. Some alone time is nice once in a while,” you said.

“Especially after having to give almost thirty people a tour around the castle and interact with so many people.” Captain Dainsleif says, nodding. 

A bright smile appears on your face. “Yes, exactly! I do hope that you three are enjoying yourselves at the castle. If you need anything, do let me or any of the servants know,” you said.

Captain Dainsleif, Prime Minister Pierro, and Prince Kaeya nod, giving you a smile as they watch you walk to the next group of men who called you over. 

“We notice that you were alone, and we want you to hang out with us for a little bit before someone else drags you away,” Prince Venti jokes, patting the seat beside him. 

You see Heizou standing beside Prince Aether, a faint smile on Heizou’s face. “Heizou, it’s good to see that you made friends!” You said, approaching the two men.

“Huh? Did Heizou not want to hang out with the rest of us?” Prince Aether asks, looking at you curiously.

You chuckle. “Heizou and Itto were hesitant to leave my side, but I insisted they hang out and socialize with all of you,” you explain.

“As your retainer and bodyguard, I can see why they are hesitant to leave your side. Danger lurks in every corner, and as a royal, the chances of being in danger are higher than a normal civilian,” Lord Kazuha explains. 

The Shogun points over at General Xiao with his thumb. “General Xiao is the same as Heizou. He was also reluctant to leave Emperor Zhongli’s side, and it took some convincing to get him to join our group,” said Scaramouche, smirking over at the flustered Liyuen General. 

You look at General Xiao and give him a polite smile. “I hope you all get along. I don’t know how long you all will be here, so you might as well make yourself at home and make some friends!” You said.

General Xiao exhales through his nose, nods, and bows to you. “Yes, Your Highness,” said Xiao.

“Gentlemen, as much as I would love to stick around longer, I have to check up on the others to see how they’re adjusting to their stay,” you said.

As you turn to walk away, you’re tackled to the ground. You let out a loud shriek, and a wheeze accompanies it when your back meets the grass. 

“Your Highness!” Heizou gasps, running over to your side. 

“Crown Prince Ajax, why did you tackle them!?” Emperor Ayato hisses, storming over to where you and Crown Prince Ajax lay.

Crown Prince Ajax cages you between his body and the ground, propping himself up on his hands and looking down at you worriedly. 

Crown Prince Ajax swallows the lump in his throat. “Are you okay, Your Highness?” the Crown Prince of Snezhnaya asks, his eyes scanning your face for a reaction. 

Instead of lashing out at the Snezhnayan Crown Prince, you lightly tap him and attempt to push him off you. You turn on your side and slowly sit up. You’re still struggling to fill your lungs with air while taking deep gulps, your hand pressing against your chest.

“You knocked the wind out of me,” you wheeze, grabbing onto Heizou’s arms as he helps you get up from the ground.

The Crown Prince of Mondstadt stomps over to the Snezhnayan royal and yanks him up from the ground by the collar. “Why did you tackle them, you Snezhnayan scum?!” Diluc growls.

Pantalone, a notable Treasurer, grabs Diluc by the shoulders and pulls him off the Snezhnayan Crown Prince. “It’s best not to start problems, Crown Prince of Mondstadt. Do you want to cause tension between Mondstadt and Snezhnaya?” The Treasurer raises his eyebrows at the redheaded Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince of Mondstadt glares at Pantalone and smacks Pantalone’s hand off his shoulders. Albedo and Baizhu rush to your side; Baizhu makes sure you’re physically okay while Albedo asks you many questions to see if there’s any damage.

“We should take you to the infirmary,” The green-haired Physician says, dusting grass off your clothes. 

You shake your head. “I’m fine. I’m just out of breath,” you said. You turn to look at the ginger-haired Snezhnayan man. “Is there a reason why you tackled me to the ground without warning?” You ask.

“Your pupils are dilated. We need to get you checked out to ensure you didn’t hit your head when you fell,” Albedo says gently. 

General Gorou runs up to the crowd surrounding you and holds up an arrow. “This was flying toward your direction, and Crown Prince Ajax knew that you wouldn’t be able to dodge it, so he took it into his own hands and tackled you to the ground before the arrow could hit you,” General Gorou explains, tossing the arrow to the ground in front of you. 

“Where did that arrow come from?” Crown Prince Al Haitham mutters, turning to survey his surroundings. 

“Your Highness,” General Cyno calls out to you, walking up to where you stand. “Is there a training ground nearby?” General Gorou asks, stopping in front of you.

You nod and point to the large cement wall. “Behind that wall is a training ground,” you answer. 

“Maybe the arrow that flew in Their Highness’ direction came from the training ground. I don’t think it’s an assassination attempt. If so, then the assassin would’ve been caught almost immediately,” Thoma says, standing beside the Inazuman Emperor. 

You snort. “Thoma, I don’t know if I have informed you all of this already, but the person that has tried to assassinate me is still out there,” you rub your aching back. “Now that I think about it, I should get checked out. I’m starting to feel a bit sore,” you said.

“We’ll take you to the infirmary to get you checked out. I’m sure I brought some medicines and remedies just in case anything happens,” Tighnari says, holding his hand out for you to take. 

Prince Kaveh sighs and rubs his temples. “Their Highness’ parents are going to kill us all if anything happens to them,” Prince Kaveh mutters.

Upon your arrival at the castle's infirmary, you’re swarmed by doctors and nurses. While you try to tell them that you weren’t horribly injured, seeing the grass stains on your clothes and little tears on the expensive fabric sends them into a frenzy. 

“Please back up and give Their Highness some space. We don’t want to overwhelm them,” Tighnari instructs, shooing people away from you as you walk to the chair and sit down.

As the Physician to the royal family (your family), Baizhu walks up to you and begins to conduct basic examinations. 

Other than a scratch, getting grass stains on your clothes, and a bruised pride, you’re in decent condition. There aren’t any life-threatening injuries or injuries in that case. To make it short: you’re fine. You’re humiliated that Crown Prince Ajax tackled you in front of people. Handsome people, him included. After Heizou has taken you to your room to change your clothes, you collapse on your bed and cover your face with your hands.

“This is so humiliating.” You groan, shutting your eyes and feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

You hear the door to your bedroom open. You open your eyes, remove your hands from your eyes and see Tsu and Mingxi enter your bedroom with new clothes in their hands. Mingxi gestures for you to go to the bathroom and wash up (you also have some grass in your hair) before they change you into your new clothes. Before going to the bathroom to quickly wash up, Mingxi and Tsu untied the corset for you and helped you out of the corset. 

You shut the bathroom door behind you and begin stripping your clothes off. The bath has already been prepared for you by Tsu herself. You sit in the bathtub, hugging your knees to your chest, replaying the most embarrassing moment in your life in your head. You close your eyes in misery and rest your chin on your knees. You’re not prepared for what’s to come for the next however many days the men will be staying.

The next day, you sit across the two Emperors of Inazuma and Liyue, having tea with the most powerful and influential men of their nation. Heizou pours the tea into the ceramic teacups, concentrating on pouring the right amount of tea for each person. You tuck your hair behind your ear and look out of the window, watching the other men chase each other around while conversing with each other. 

“It’s nice to see everyone getting along after one day of knowing each other,” you murmur, reaching for the steaming cup of tea. 

Emperor Ayato sips his tea elegantly after lightly blowing on it. “How are you feeling today, Your Highness?” Emperor Ayato asks, gazing at you with his gorgeous blue eyes.

You sip the tea and almost hiss at how hot it is despite blowing on the tea to cool it down. “I am doing well, Emperor Ayato! Thank you for asking,” you smile at the Inazuman man sitting across from you. 

“You didn’t stay up late, did you?” Emperor Zhongli asks suddenly, gazing at you intently with his amber eyes.

You clear your throat, place the teacup on the saucer and shake your head. “I did not, Emperor Zhongli! In fact, I believe my parents are allowing me to take a week off of my studies,” you said.

Right when you answer Zhongli, Hans peeks his head into the room. 

“Your Highness, your parents would like me to inform you that your piano lesson starts in an hour,” said Hans.

You sigh, slouching in your seat as you prop your head up in the palm of your right hand. “Understood, Hans,” you give him a small smile, watching him leave the room. You lean in your seat and close your eyes. “I stand corrected,” you said, snorting to yourself. 

“We can keep you company if you’d like. We would love to see you play the piano,” Emperor Ayato offers, a soft smile appearing on his face. 

You suddenly became shy. “I mean…. it’s up to you if you want to watch me play the piano. I don’t want to bore you all to sleep,” you murmur.

“I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind watching you play the piano. After all, as your future husband, we must indulge in your performances and activities,” Emperor Zhongli says nonchalantly, sipping his tea. 

Your cheeks grow warm when you hear Emperor Zhongli mention the word “husband.” “Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. You all have a choice,” you said shyly. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Your Highness. We’ll be there to watch your performance,” The Shogun says, entering the room with his head held high.

You blink at Scaramouche. “Were you listening to the conversation the entire time?” You ask, turning to look at the window only to see that no one is outside. 

“We arrived not too long ago when Hans was informing you that your parents wanted you to go to your piano lesson today,” Crown Prince Diluc replies.

Prince Kaeya leans on the back of your chair, smiling down at you. “Your Highness, I didn’t know you play the piano,” Prince Kaeya says, lifting your left hand up and pressing a kiss on your knuckle.

“Their Highness’ father went on a tangent about them being able to play multiple instruments, Prince Kaeya,” Captain Dainsleif deadpans.

“Ah, but Captain Dainsleif! Their Highness’ father never specified the instruments!” Crown Prince Ajax interjects.

You look over at the clock and nearly jump out of your seat. You stand abruptly from your chair, almost spilling the teacup over during your haste. “Oh, dear archons. It’s almost time for my piano lesson. My piano teacher, Juliette, is going to have my head on the silver platter if I’m late,” you panic. 

“I’m sure your piano teacher will understand,” said the Chief Alchemist. 

You drag out a sigh and frown. “I didn’t even get to finish my tea,” you tell them sadly before walking out of the room with Heizou and Itto by your side while the men follow close behind you, Itto, and Heizou. 

“Is your piano teacher aware of us visiting?” Lord Kazuha asks, his red orbs scanning the portraits hanging on the castle’s wall. 

You shrug your shoulders. “That, I do not know. I’m hoping my parents informed her of your visitation. Still, because I was also unaware of the visitation, I’m assuming my parents didn’t inform her of it,” you answer. 

“Your parents didn’t inform you about our visitation and the arranged marriage situation?” General Gorou asks, looking at you in disbelief.

You shake your head. “They did not, unfortunately. I don’t know why they kept it hidden from me until the last minute when Heizou, my retainer, informed me about it yesterday morning,” you shrug your shoulders.

“Maybe they didn’t let you know about it until the last minute because they’re worried you would lash out at them or make a big deal about it?” Baizhu asks, looking at you curiously. 

You purse your lips and stroke your chin. Could Baizhu be correct? The topic of marriage never emerged in any of your and your parents’ conversations, so you’re not entirely sure why they kept it a secret until the last minute. 

Prince Venti skips up to you, squeezing between Itto and Heizou. “You know, Your Highness, since you’re musically talented in various instruments, what do you think about performing at a music festival with me in Mondstadt?” 

Your eyes light up. “A music festival, you say?” You gasp, stopping in your tracks. “I would love to join you, Prince Venti! Do you know when this music festival will be held?” You ask, twirling from side to side with giddiness.

“Are you talking about the Windblume Festival, or are you referring to the Iridescence Tour?” Prince Aether asks, butting in between you and Venti.

“I think he’s referring to both!” Thoma says. 

You and your esteemed visitors arrive at the entertainment room (which is the ballroom where your piano lessons are usually held). You all see Juliette standing beside the grand piano with her arms crossed over her chest, her foot tapping on the glossy floor impatiently. Juliette’s head snaps in your direction, her blonde eyebrows narrowing when she sees you enter the room.

“You’re late!” Juliette exclaims; Juliette has a heavy Fontaine accent.

You give Juliette a sympathetic smile as the blonde woman walks down the stairs and approaches you all. “Apologies, Juliette. I was informed at the last minute, again, by Hans about the lesson.” 

“I do not accept tardiness, Your Highness. I do not care if you’re a child of poverty or a part of the royal family,” Juliette hisses.

Al Haitham stares at Juliette blankly. “Your parents made a grave mistake of hiring someone like that to be your piano teacher, Your Highness,” Al Haitham mutters, narrowing his eyes at the blonde woman standing in front of you.

“Let’s not waste any more time, Your Highness! Chop, chop!” Juliette claps her hands, ushering you to the stage where the grand piano stands. 

“If anyone speaks to my spouse like that, I would fire them immediately,” Cyno states.

Kaveh scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I don’t understand how someone like Their Highness’ piano teacher can disrespect their student like that,” Kaveh grumbles.

Prime Minster Pierro clears his throat. “After Their Highness’ performance, I’ll have a word with Their Majesties about hiring a new piano teacher,” Prime Minister Pierro says gruffly. 

You sit in front of the piano and stare at the keys. The only people you have played the piano for are your parents, your piano teacher, Itto, and Heizou. Now that you have a reasonable-sized crowd watching you play the piano, you can’t help but feel nervous. Not wanting Juliette to chew you out in front of your guests (and future husband), you began playing the piano while gazing at the music sheets in front of you.

You were doing so well until your finger slipped, making you play a tune that wasn’t part of the music. Juliette’s eyes twitch, and she whips your hand with a riding crop, making you pull your hand to your chest with a loud yelp. 

“Your Highness!” Prince Aether gasps in horror, running up the stairs to the stage where you sat.

You rub the area where Juliette has whipped your hand, trying to soothe the searing pain on the back of your hand. Juliette always has a way of punishing you for messing up your performance, and whipping your hand with a riding crop is one of them.

“Out. Your presence isn’t needed here anymore,” The Capitan glowers at your piano teacher. Juliette glares at The Captain. “I do not take orders from anyone,” Juliette scowls, pointing her nose up in the air. 

You can see the steam coming out from his helmet as The Captain stomps over to Juliette, grabs her by the bicep, and drags her to the door of the ballroom.

“Your piano teacher doesn’t treat you like that all the time, does she?” Pantalone asks.

You chuckle weakly. “That’s how I learn how to play the piano fast. I didn’t want to upset Juliette or annoy her in any way by messing up,” You reply.

The Chief Physician frowns. “Your Highness, messing up is part of the learning process. You may be part of a royal family, but that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to make a mistake or two,” Dottore says softly.

You wave Dottore’s comment off. “I understand that, but Juliette has been my piano teacher for years now. I’m used to her attitude and the way she teaches,” you said. “Although I shouldn’t be taking it lightly at all,” you grumble under your breath. 

“Your Highness, your performance is beautiful. Sure, you made a small mistake, but that doesn’t take away from the performance,” Lord Kazuha says.

You press your lips into a thin line and stand up from your seat, walking down the steps with Prince Aether walking beside you. “I was hoping to give you all a good performance, but I messed up, and you all witnessed Juliette being Juliette,” you sigh.

Prince Venti walks up and places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Oh, don’t be so hard on yourself, Your Highness. Your performance is beautiful! Everyone in the room enjoyed your performance, and the only person that didn’t was your cruel piano teacher,” Prince Venti reassures you.

“The only thing that hurts is my pride. First, I get tackled by the Crown Prince of Snezhnaya. That bruised my ego. Second, I mess up my performance in front of all of you. Third, my piano teacher whips my hand with a riding crop in front of all of you,” you sigh.

“Are you upset because you have been getting hurt in the last two days of us being here?” General Gorou asks.

You slowly nod while thinking it over. “Yes. And because I’ve been humiliated way too many times in front of all of you. If it was in private, where none of you witnessed my humiliation, I would’ve been okay with it. But….” you trail off, pinching the bridge of your nose. “This is so embarrassing!” You whisper. 

“Your Highness, it’s okay to have some embarrassing moments. You’ll be seeing us humiliate ourselves during our visitation! Plus, when you marry one of us, we’ll witness many humiliating things. We might as well get used to it or try to,” Tighnari says, smiling at you. 

You give the men a weak smile. “Thank you for trying to comfort me. I don’t really know what else to say,” you rub your neck.

“Let’s go put some ice pack on your hand,” Crown Prince Al Haitham says, reaching for your hand and rubbing the area where Juliette whipped your hand.

You wince and pull your hand out from Crown Prince Al Haitham’s grasp. “Yes, we should ice my hand. It’s stinging,” you murmur, hugging your hand to your chest. 

You turn around and walk out of the ballroom with the men following behind. Heizou and Itto are fussing over your hand while you allow them to talk your ears off. You can’t help but notice that Juliette had whipped your hand harder than she did the previous times she had done it. 

Prince Kaveh nudges Crown Prince Al Haitham. “Were you trying to make a move on Their Highness in front of us?” Prince Kaveh whispers to Crown Prince Al Haitham.

“It seems like it’s a subtle way of showing Their Highness affection in front of every one of us,” General Cyno mutters.

“I think he only did that to make up to Their Highness after getting off on the wrong foot with them the day before,” Prince Kaeya interjects, the corner of his lips quirking up.

The Shogun snorts. “As if that would let him be ahead of us,” Scaramouche rolls his eyes. 

“Out of all of us, who do you think Their Highness is going to pick to be engaged and married to?” Crown Prince Diluc asks.

The question causes everyone to pause in their tracks, you included. The men turn to look at you, waiting for you to answer. You stare back at them, trying to process the question Crown Prince Diluc had asked. 

You laugh nervously. “Gentlemen, I only know you all for two days. I still need time to get to know all of you before making a decision,��� you say. 

Captain Dainsleif crosses his arms over his chest. “Fair enough,” Captain Dainsleif says.

“I don’t want to dampen the mood, but let’s be real. Their Highness is going to choose me,” Crown Prince Ajax says, smirking.

Baizhu rolls his eyes. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves now, shall we?”

You all continue on your walk to the castle’s infirmary. The men behind you, Itto and Heizou, continue to debate on who you’re going to choose to be married to. You’re not entirely sure who you’re going to pick out of everyone. Mainly because you don’t want to break their hearts and because you really do not know who you’re going to choose. So, Your Highness, who are you going to choose out of the twenty-five men around you?

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how zb1 would react to you going to sleep on the couch after an argument

omg that's smth i would do lol or i make them sleep on the couch idk :/ lolll

hanbin would probably be extremely upset. i can see him sitting next to you, trying to talk it out again. but more calmly, he would try his hardest to convince you that it wasn't necessary to sleep on the couch. he would be really good at convincing you btw bc who can stay mad at hanbin lol

rest under the cut so it's not a long post!

Jiwoong would actually get a little bit more upset, at least i think he would. but not in a mad way, but he would feel like this whole thing is his fault (whether it was or not, he will burden it) and would most likely give you your space, but will talk to you in the morning about it. possibly offer for him to sleep on the couch like zhanghao

Zhanghao I can see almost on the verge of tears, wondering how the fight got so bad. when he noticed you taking your pillow, i can see him making you stay in the room while HE sleeps on the couch instead. he's a sweetheart so if you can't solve the fight in that one night, he will be the one to sleep on the couch, not his s/o.

Matthew is very persistent and a sweetheart, he would never let any of you go to sleep angry, so there wouldn't even be an option to sleep on the couch lol he would force you both to work it out. but if it did happen, he would sleep on the floor next to you lol

Taerae is like matthew, he's a sweetheart. you can't really fully be mad at him, but he would understand if you needed time alone. but he would just sleep on the opposite side of the couch to annoy you more, but that would actually make you stop being mad at him + he just needed to flash his dimple at you.

Ricky would be closest to Jiwoong or Hanbin, he would understand if you need space but would try to talk it out before sleeping. but he would take it to heart that HE'S the problem. he would give you the space if you couldn't talk it out, but offer to sleep at a friends house so you can sleep in bed comfortably :((

Gyuvin would refuse to let any of you go to sleep angry. he would try his hardest to make you laugh or smile, so honestly with gyuv even after fight's you would make up before hand since gyuv is pretty unserious lol but if you HAPPEN to want to, he also would just sleep at one of the members or friends house. hell he might even go home for eumpappa lol

Gunwook would be the type to be persistant asking why you have to sleep on the couch, like why can't y'all just sleep together? he would say he don't even have to touch you lol that he will put a pillow between, he would find 100 reasons as to why you MUST sleep in the bed lol

Yujin sweet child would be freaking out internally and externally. wondering what he should do, i can see him being too shy to try to talk to you especially after a big fight. he most likely would leave you alone until YOU'RE ready. he won't push you to talk unless you do it first. might tell you to sleep in the bed instead

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𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐎𝐮𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jason todd x gn!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the power goes out, and reader gets a visitor.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 883

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: not really. reader has a job, reader leaves a door unlocked.

𝐀/𝐍: idk how/why i wrote this but here it is

Your phone pressed between your shoulder and your tilted head, you type away at your computer. If this assignment isn’t finished by tomorrow, your boss is going to be at your throat.

“Did you hear me, Y/n?”

You blink. Had Jason said anything? You tear your eyes from your screen, looking outside the window. The rain is still pouring, a flash of lightning appearing every few minutes. You turn your attention back to your computer.

“No, sorry. Can you repeat what you said?”

“I said that you should probably take a break. I’m about to go to bed, and we both know that it’s not normal for me to sleep before you.”

You nibble at your bottom lip. You still have plenty of work to do. No way you can stop now.

“I don’t know, Jay. There’s still so much I need to cover.”

“Just take a break. You need to refresh your mind and breathe a little.”

Your eyes ghosted over what you have down, silently checking for typos and grammar mistakes. Seeing none, you check what else you need. Honestly, not much. Roughly two paragraphs of work, you should be finished in less than twenty minutes, with the editing and stuff you’ll need to do.

“I’ll almost finish soon anyways, no point.”

You could hear rustling on his end, like he was getting into bed. He sighs.

“Don’t overwork yourself.”

“I’m not going to. Besides-“

You’re cut off as the entire room goes dark. You gasp, tapping different buttons on the computer. You then stand and peak outside the window. The apartment complex across from yours also seems to have gone out of power.

“What happened?”

Your boyfriend’s voice comes through the phone. You hope up and try the light switch, groaning when it doesn’t work.

“The storm cut the power. Same with the people across the road.”

He hums in acknowledgement on the other line. You make quick work of finding your candle cabinet, placing them around the apartment before looking for your lighter. You stumble over your own feet on your way to the kitchen, thumping on your side.

“What was that?”

Jason’s voice cuts through, laced with concern. He always worried about you. Props of being a Wayne, you guessed.

“I can’t see, tripped on my own feet. I’m fine.”

You stand, getting back to the kitchen and searching the drawers.

“I’m coming over.”

You can hear more rustling on his end. You smile. Of course he is, you could’ve lost your favorite movie DVD and he’d be on his way. You hear a zipper. Probably his leather jacket.

“Alright. I’m just looking for my lighter so that I can light my candles and have light sources.”

Once you find your lighter, you make a small noise of triumph. As your neck starts to cramp, you grab your phone to put the call on speaker. Nothing happens when you tap the screen or when you press the power button. Oh, it died.

You sigh, exasperated. Such a night. You can’t finish your project for work, your phone dies so you can’t communicate with the world, you can feel your apartment grow more cold since the heaters off, and all of your candles are about to be used up. You hope Jason shows up soon, so that you don’t wait for long. Also so that he doesn’t get pneumonia, since he prefers riding his bike over his car.

Once all the candles are lighted, you make your way to your bedroom. You slip into a sweater and crawl under the duvet. You had unlocked your door, knowing you wouldn’t want to get up to open it for Jason. Hopefully it’ll actually be your boyfriend opening the door, rather than some random person.

He didn’t take long. You hear the door open, and soon footsteps tread through your apartment. They stop behind your bedroom door, which slowly opens to reveal a familiar face. You smile at him, and he smiles back.

“You shouldn’t leave the door unlocked.”

“I knew you were coming, and I didn’t feel like getting back up into the cold to open the door.”

He shakes his head, kicking off his shoes and taking off his jacket.

“It’s still dangerous, Y/n. What if it hadn’t been me?”

“I knew you would’ve beaten whoever came in, since you were on the way.”

He climbs into bed beside you, pulling you against his chest. He sighs, wishing you’d be more careful. You cuddle up to him, wanting to sap up his warmth.

“At least you can sleep now. You wouldn’t have if you still had access to your computer.”

You frown.

“My boss is gonna be so mad.”

“Well, it wasn’t your fault. Tell him the truth, your power went out.”

One of Jason’s hands curl into your hair, gently massaging your head. You sigh, melting against him.

“Fine.”

He smiles, pleased.

“Now sleep. I can tell you’re tired.”

You swallow, pressing your cheek against his chest. He was warmth in the cold. Your own little heater. Your eyes close, and he lets out a content sigh as he closes his eyes as well. He makes sure you fall asleep before he does, so that you don’t try getting up to do the work while he’s out cold. Hypocrite.