#also just for future reference you don’t have to ask… if there’s already someone using it we will tell you :3 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

agentplutonium · 7 months ago

Note

Hear me out:

Arranged marriage au David & Sweetheart who are absolutely distraught at the idea of marrying a stranger but willing to do it out of duty but then become friends when they realize they don’t actually have to kiss and also… the other’s personal guard is pretty cute (Milo is David’s guard and Angel is Sweetheart’s vv)

I'm finally getting around to this, be grateful (/j)

No, but seriously, I've been thinking about this strand of AU for so long (as Max can attest because he lives with me and therefore is subject to the horrors of my rambling) and I will take this AU to my grave. Moving on, a small snippet based off of this (with the whispers of this being updated in the future/made into a series).

(small note: Sweetheart will be referred to as Culver for the most part, and David will call them Dear/my Heart for appearances. Angel will be referred to as Red for the most part. Of course, the pairings will use the canon nicknames but I have to stretch a few things.)

Pairing: David & Sweetheart, David/Angel, Milo/Sweetheart (technically, they just aren't prominent atm)

WC: 1355

Rating: Gen.

max is talking about this post.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

"I cannot believe this is happening," Culver said, stretching out their back. The horse ride wasn't that far, but they hadn't taken a break yet and it's already been a few hours.

"Cheer up, Culver," Red chirped. "I hear that this king-to-be is very handsome."

"You know I've never been one for looks, Red," Culver said, rolling their eyes.

"I also hear that he's a great leader. In nearly every circumstance you two will be perfect for each other," Red said.

"Or, we'll be at each other's throats because we have different opinions," Culver muttered. "Besides, I don't know him! He could be a complete tyrant for all I know," they continued, back at their normal volume.

"Do you really think your parents would do that to you?" Red asked.

"They would send me to someone they thought that I could "fix"," Culver defended. "You know how they are."

"Aye, I do know how they are," Red caved. "I'm sure it will be fine, either way. You're a lovable person. It'll be easy for him to fall in love."

"I don't want him to fall in love after we're married," Culver said, barely keeping the whine out of their tone. "That's cheating. It isn't genuine, it's a forced proximity thing."

"Well, I don't know what to tell you," Red sighed. "But I will always be here to support you, your grace, you know that."

Culver relaxed, a small huff escaping their lips, "And I thank you for that, Red. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Red gave them a wink, turning back to the trail in front of them. As they came up to a bend, Red trotted ahead of Culver to ensure that the coast was clear.

Culver still wasn't looking forward to any of this, though.

~~~

"I can't believe this is happening," David muttered, tugging at the collar of his shirt. It was hot outside, too hot to be wearing his full regalia.

"I hear that your betrothed is very good at governing," Milo offered, trying to cheer David up.

"Really?"

Milo shrugged, "It's all I have left. You shot down the fact that they're the handsomest person in their kingdom. You shot down the fact that they were beloved by their people. You shooting down this. I don't know what to tell you that will get you excited for this new chapter in your life," Milo said.

"You're not going to. They're a stranger. The only reason I'm going along with it is because it would be stupid to turn down such a powerful alliance."

"Well, the good news is, once the wedding is over, you don't have to interact with them outside of publicity events," Milo offered. "Or, you fall in love with them after the wedding."

"That's superficial," David grumbled. "How do I know if I really love them or if it's just because they're here?"

Milo shrugged. "Only so much I can do, boss," he said.

A guard signalled the arrival of someone at the gate, and before David knew it, two horses were trotting down the path. David took a deep breath.

"Here we go," he muttered.

One thing is for sure, the rumours about their beauty weren't a lie. The royal was very attractive. It didn't make David feel any better about this arrangement. They slipped off the back of their horse, assisted by their knight. They approached, smile on their face. once they were a few feet away, they bowed.

"Your Majesty," they said. David approached as they straightened. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine," David said, bending to kiss their hand. "Please, come inside, my dad will be pleased to meet you."

Culver accepted, taking David's outstretched arm, interlinking them. David led them into the castle, followed by the two knights. Culver kept their eyes dutifully forward. David half wondered to himself what their intentions were. Were they excited for this? Did they have any plans? What did they know? How much power were they looking for?

Gabe was in the study, as he knew he would be. He always was here when they were expecting guests. He said that it made people feel more comfortable, and he got better arrangments out of it. It was in this room that it was decided he was to marry this stranger. David wondered just how much good luck it actually brought.

The conversation with his dad went off without a hitch. Culver was a hit with him, making him laugh and smile. His parents loved them. They seemed to know exactly what to say, and knew how to correct their mistakes (which were few and far between). David had no doubt they were a beast in political settings, getting what they wanted in the most efficient way possible.

Eventually, his dad excused himself.

"I should leave you two alone to get to know each other," his father said. "I should check up on your welcome dinner, anyway. Only the best for my son's spouse."

"Dad," David muttered.

"I'll see you two later," Gabe cut him off before leaving.

Culver seemed to deflate the second that the knights closed the door behind him. David was surprised, to say the least.

"Listen," they started, rubbing at their eyes, "I'm sure you're a nice guy, but you have to know."

"Know what?" David asked, shifting in his chair.

Culver took a deep breath. "I don't want to marry you. I never had any interest in marrying you, I just know that this will help my people. That's the only reason I'm here."

David felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Thank god," he muttered.

"Excuse me?" Culver asked.

"I'm so glad we're on the same page about this," David said. "I admire you being upfront about this."

"What else was I going to do? Lie? I only lie if I need to," Culver said. "It wouldn't benefit me to lie to you now. Especially since I was under the impression you wanted this."

"No, not at all," David said. "I was told that you were the one with the idea, actually."

"You're kidding," Culver said. "Is that what my parents said? No surprise, I guess, but still. Lord, cannot believe they would lie like that."

"So you don't want to get married to me?" David asked.

"Not at all," Sweetheart assured. "I'd much rather be running my own kingdom right about now, but this was the best thing to happen to my kingdom since I was young. This contract will be promising to my people."

David felt a smile creeping across his face. "That's how I feel, as well."

"That... was surprisingly easy," Culver said. "You're really okay with me having no interest in you whatsoever?"

"Absolutely," David said. "So long as you agree to keep up appearances and not fuck over me or my kingdom."

Culver chuckled, and it didn't sound at all like how they laughed before. Was David close to hearing what their real laugh sounded like? "Well, I definitely don't have plans for fucking you over. I'll keep up appearances if it means that I'll have my parents off my back, among other things."

"Well, good," David said, nodding.

There was a knock at the door, and then Milo was poking his head in. "Sir, you're being summoned by your father."

"I'll be right out," David said. "In the meantime, show Culver and their knight to their rooms, please?"

"Right away, sir."

David stood up, holding his hand out to Culver. They took it, standing up themselves. "I will see you at dinner," David said.

"Yes you will," Culver smiled. They were ushered out of the room by their knight.

David followed after a moment, Milo holding the door open. Once he was out, Milo shot him a look before leading the other two down the hall. Culver turned slightly to wave at him, that smile still there.

Perhaps this could work out, David thought, since they were already so in sync. Maybe they could be friends after all of this.

Only time would tell, he guessed.

#redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted audio milo #redacted audio sweetheart #redacted david #redacted audio david #redacted angel #redacted audio angel #redactedverse au #redacted audio au #AU: Royalty #AU: Knights #Forbidden love #kinda #and not in this one #Arranged marriage #oh yeah. this is going somewhere.

66 notes · View notes

mint-yooxgi · 2 years ago

Text

For The Hell of It - Ateez X Tall!Chubby!Reader

Crack!Fic & Idol AU

Genre: Fluff, Humour, Crack

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 7,178

A/n: So, this was inspired by my own frustrations as both a tall and chubby girl and always seeing indicators about how “small” the reader is compared to the love interest in reader insert fics. It’s time to pin THEM against the wall! They swim in YOUR clothes!! Hehehe As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Disclaimer: This fic isn’t meant to ‘call anyone out’ if they use these tropes or do these things the reader rants a bit about to start. This is just me writing out some of my feelings and expression emotions surrounding my own frustrations. If you aren’t tall or chubby, you’re still most definitely welcome to read this! It might put some things into perspective for you, who knows! Also, as a reference, I'm literally as tall as Mingi, so that’s how I pictured heights in this lol there may or may not be smuts to come of this later in the future, but that’s still undecided. ;)

Summary: San finally gets to live out one of his fantasies... yet, so do all of his friends.

A Friday night unlike any other. Well, for the most part. You finally had an evening where all of your schedules lined up, so you agreed to spend the night drinking with the guys. They were all celebrating a successful tour wrapping up, and the start of a month long vacation to rest after their most recent comeback. You, on the other hand, are celebrating a promotion at work, with a generous pay raise to boot.

You’re just happy you can all find jobs that you love, and still find time with each other to spend hanging out. You haven’t been best friends for years for nothing.

“No, I’m serious!” You continue, noticing you have every single one of their gazes transfixed on you right now. “I can’t count the amount of fics I’ve read that someone has sent me where it’s supposed to be a second person point of view, only for it to say some shit like, “you looked up into his eyes” or “character tilted your head up to meet his gaze”. Don’t even get me started on the “swimming in his clothes” trope.”

The way you snort is echoed by both Yeosang and Wooyoung.

“Literally, it’s so annoying when you’re reading something, get almost fully immersed in it, only for the “he towered over your small frame” to get thrown into the mix.” You continue, gesturing at yourself with your hands to emphasize your next point. “Like, what part of me is small?”

You laugh, incredulously, and most of them can only blink at you in shock.

“Listen, if I want to imagine myself, I don’t know, sword fighting with Zoro, I’m definitely going to be eye level with him.” You rant. “I’m literally taller than he is!”

“You read One Piece fanfiction?” Jongho asks, a teasing glint in his eyes as he takes another sip of his drink.

“There is a serious lack of Shanks reader inserts, and I am devastated,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Wooyoung leans forward, a mischievous quirk to the corner of his lips. “So, then, have you ever read any fanfiction about us?”

Your eyes gleam, “wouldn’t you like to know, loverboy.”

Mingi snorts out a laugh, right alongside Yunho as Wooyoung pouts.

“My one friend sent me a Changbin size kink one once,” you recall, scrunching your nose. “Weirder when you know the person, but like, I’m literally double his size. Was hilarious when my friend tried to explain to me how that was supposed to work when there’s no way in hell he could ever make me feel small.”

“Okay,” Hongjoong leans back onto the couch. “Don’t need to know that.”

“I can’t wait to tell Binnie about this,” Wooyoung cackles, already pulling out his phone to text said male.

“Like, I know it’s not the worst inclusion issue that reader inserts have,” you comment, shaking your head. “Don’t even get me started on the descriptions of skin tone or hair type. Yet, it just gets so frustrating when every fic you read isn’t as inclusive to you as you’ve been lead to believe.”

“Write your own,” Yeosang shrugs, offering a solution.

“I do!” You reply, and you watch as nearly all of their eyebrows disappear into their hairlines. “Though, half of the time it’s easier said than done.”

They nod, seemingly in understanding as you continue to rant.

“Literally, for once I just want to read a fic where the reader pins the guys against the wall.” You take another sip of your drink. “Have him wear my clothes for a change, and see how he swims in my hoodie.”

You fail to notice the way both Seonghwa and Jongho shift slightly in their spots, both swallowing thickly.

“And don’t even get me started on a lot of the chubby reader type fics out there.” You sigh, shaking your head once more. “I’m more than just my insecurities, but that’s all chubby people seem to be known for. Like, I’m fat, not ugly.”

The guys all tip their drinks in acknowledgement at that, agreeing with you wholeheartedly.

“Do you know how venerating it was when Resident Evil Eight came out, and everyone and their mom started simping for Lady Dimitrescu? Confidence boosting to the max. The fics that came out of it were immaculate.” You lift your hands in front of you for emphasis, touching your pointer finger to your thumb.

“Oh yeah, Sannie boy had much to say about her,” Wooyoung teases, and you notice the aforementioned man turn bright red.

“Hey!” He reaches over to hit Wooyoung’s knee harshly.

“Boy wanted to be pinned to the wall so bad he asked me to do it for him,” Yunho chuckles, only causing the younger male’s blush to deepen.

“Did you do it?” You raise a brow, pure mirth dancing on your features.

“No,” Yunho chuckles, shaking his head. “I didn’t.”

“Neither did I,” Mingi adds, grin stretching across his features and causing his eyes to crinkle at the sides.

You turn to Seonghwa who just shakes his head in response.

“Wow, some friends you are,” you laugh, turning your gaze to a pouting San in the next moment. “Still want to be pinned to a wall?”

Suddenly, he can no longer meet your gaze, embarrassed sputters escaping his lips. Yet, he doesn’t deny it.

“Wait, have none of you ever been pinned to a wall?” You look around, seeing as they all shake their heads in response. “Received a kabedon by someone you like?” More denials fall from their lips. “Then, I’m assuming you’ve never been lifted against a wall, either?”

“Can’t say that I have.” Jongho grumbles, lips tugging downwards in the corners as if the thought greatly distresses him.

“Seriously, you guys are missing out.” You take a sip of your drink. “Though, can’t say that I have, either. In fiction, though, apparently I’m a goddamn feather.”

A brief moment of silence passes over all of you as you collectively take sips of your drinks. Then, you’re turning to look at San.

“Do you still want to be pinned to the wall?” Your brow quirks as you ask him this for the second time, noticing how more than just San shifts slightly in his spot.

He averts his gaze, suddenly finding the coffee table between you the most fascinating thing. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” you stand, stretching your back out as you do so. “Let’s go.”

His head immediately raises to look at you, mild shock pulling at his features. It’s most apparent in the slight way his eyes widen, lips parting as he meets your gaze.

“I’ll pin you to a wall if you want,” you shrug stepping out of the sitting area and cracking your neck. “I am taller than you, and as long as you’re okay with it-“

“No fair! How come San is the only one that gets to be pinned to a wall by you?” Wooyoung complains, quite loudly at that.

“Oh, my offer is open to all of you,” you huff out an amused laugh. “If you want.”

The way you see them all straighten has the grin on your lips widening.

“I can’t promise I’m who you want to pin you, but just picture it’s someone else if you’d like.” You shrug. “But I’m willing if you are.”

Wooyoung physically hops off of the couch before attempting to male his way over to you. Only, he gets harshly pulled back down into his spot by Yeosang in the next moment.

You quirk a brow.

“The offer was for San first,” Yeosang grumbles, and though he tries to hide it, his cheeks begin turning the slightest bit darker as a blush dusts his features.

“So,” you trail off, tilting your head slightly to the side, “is that a ‘yes’?”

Both Yunho and Hongjoong quirk their bros at you, while Wooyoung nods eagerly. At the way Seonghwa, Yeosang, and Mingi blush, you know you have them, too.

“Well, if you’re offering,” Jongho shrugs, tossing the remaining contents of his drink back as he settles fully into the couch.

Wordlessly, Mingi pours him another one.

“Make it sound like I’m forcing you, why don’t you,” you snort, rolling your eyes. “Just say you don’t want to do it. You don’t have to give in to peer pressure, bubs.”

“Oh no, I’d love to see this.” Jongho grins, a sudden gleam to his eyes.

“Well, I’m first!” San immediately pops up onto his feet.

You grin, “someone really is eager.”

“It’s only been the biggest fantasy of his for-“

A hand gets clamped over Wooyoung’s mouth curtesy of Yeosang.

If your eyes could go any wider, you swear that they’d fall right out of your head.

“How do you want me?” San asks, moving beside you near the wall.

“Those are dangerous words, Sannie boy,” you smirk, turning fully to face him and noticing how he glances up into your eyes. “This is all about your comfortability though. The second you want space, or anything, you let me know. Okay?”

“Okay,” he nods his understanding.

“Do you want a full immersive experience, or just what you signed up for?” You ask, taking a step towards him while he takes one back.

The sudden dark look in your eyes makes his lips part, excitement strumming through his veins. At the way you quirk a brow at him, he realizes he still has yet to answer you.

“Uh,” how is his brain already this fuzzy when you haven’t even done anything to him yet? You’ve been close before, San clinging to you more often than not. However, it’s just so much different when he’s on the receiving end for once. So much more intense.

“Immersive! Immersive! Immersive!” Wooyoung begins to chant, followed shortly by both Mingi and Yunho. Even Seonghwa cannot help but to lowly add in his voice to the chanting.

San swallows, licking his lips. “Immersive.”

A cheer rising up from the other males in the room greets your ears, and it only serves to boost your ego for the moment.

Again, you quirk a brow. “Ready?”

A nod is all the confirmation you get before you’re bringing a hand up to firmly press it against the wall beside his head. The sound of your palm making contact is synonymous with the way his breath hitches as he watches you lean into him.

Slowly, you bring your opposite hand up to rest your fingers lightly against his chin. Your eyes hood over as you lift his head to make sure he’s staring deeply into your gaze.

You shift closer, the corner of your lips quirking upwards.

San’s breathing deepens, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows again thickly. Briefly, his eyes dart down to your lips. A fact of which, you seem to notice.

“Quite a different feeling when you’re on the receiving end, huh, Sannie?” You lean in, breath ticking the shell of his ear.

A shudder wracks his entire body, goosebumps trailing up his arms as his chest just brushes against your own with each breath he takes. His lips clamp shut, suppressing the moan that wants to escape him.

“Do you want to wrap your leg around-“

The question hasn’t even finished leaving your mouth when you feel him lift his left leg to loop it around your side. Your hand immediately finds purchase on his thigh, and you can physically feel the way he trembles within your touch.

A chorus of ‘oh’s echoes behind you.

“Shut up!” San snaps, turning his head to glare at his group mates.

Unfortunately for him, the movement causes you to drop his leg, backing off of him shortly after.

San’s lucky to turn back around to face the others the moment you move off of him, for you fail to see the way he slaps the sides of his cheeks with both hands. The way he can feel his skin continuing to heat beneath his own touch only adds to the fire burning within his soul from these turn of events.

He knows you said he could picture anybody pinning him, but the fact that it was you somehow made it so much more intense. It was - you are - perfect in every way, and this has just made him realize that. How could you fit together so easily, like this was a position you had always been meant to be in with him?

The worst part is, it’s over, and he may never get to experience this type of euphoria again.

“Alright, who’s next?” You turn to the remaining males, not noticing the crisis San seems to be having against the wall behind you.

“Oh, me, me!” Wooyoung, again, eagerly pops up from the couch, only to be dragged back down by Jongho this time.

“I’ll go,” Yunho surprises you by standing to his feet. At the curious looks both Hongjoong and Yeosang send him, he’s shrugging. “What? I’m intrigued.”

“Alright, Beanpole,” you motion him over using two fingers in a ‘come here’ gesture. “You’re next.”

He mumbles slightly under his breath about you calling him ‘Beanpole’ again, stating how you’re no different, seeing as you’re practically eye-level with him. Though, with the way he eagerly steps over Mingi who still rests on the floor, you can tell he’s attempting to maintain his composure for now.

Finally, San walks back to his spot beside Seonghwa, almost as if in a daze. Only when the elder male pats the younger on the shoulder does he seemingly snap out of it. In the next moment, San sits back on the ground, pulling a pillow over his lap as he leans forward.

“If my back gives out, you guys are paying for my medical bills,” you casually comment, turning towards Yunho who leans against the wall.

“Are you planning to lift us?” Hongjoong asks, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Possibly,” you shrug. “Depends on if you want the full immersive experience or not. I’ve got ideas for all of you.”

“Oh, so you’ve thought about this before?” Yunho’s familiar smug grin begins to pull at his features.

“Not necessarily,” you hum. “It’s just more interesting this way.”

“Then, please,” he meets your gaze, “immerse me.”

The moment those words escape his lips, you’re in front of him. Your hands gently grab his waist, before stepping directly into him. Your brow quirks just as you hear his breath hitch.

“When I tell you to jump, jump.” You say, a playful gleam shining in your eyes.

He nods.

“Jump.”

The moment your hands settle on the skin of his thighs, you press yourself fully against him. The way your chest feels rising and falling against his own sets his heart fluttering in his chest. Not to mention the way you quite literally have him pinned against the wall in your arms.

His eyes are wide, breath hitching in his throat as the full reality of the situation comes crashing down upon him. Never has he imagined that he could be the one being held against the wall like this. The way your eyes shine as they continue to stare into his own only make it that much more intense.

Yunho swallows as he hears you giggle.

Shit, he really wasn’t prepared for this.

“What’s the matter, Yuyu?” You tease, breath tickling the skin of his neck as you lean into him. “Tall girl caught your tongue?”

A few hoots and hollers are heard from the others as Yunho’s ears turn bright red. His lips part in answer, but no words escape him, too immersed in the feeling of your warm, plush body pressing against his own. The way that you’re suddenly slightly even taller than before as you hold him against the wall, his legs wrapped around your waist, has a pleasant shiver running down his spine.

A moment later, and you’re dropping his legs back to the floor.

You smile, patting the side of his gobsmacked face gently. “There ya go, beanpole. Now you know what it’s like.”

Turning around, you see Mingi practically rush to his feet. “Me next.”

You chuckle at his eagerness as Yunho slowly walks back to his spot, caught in a trance.

Just as San was before him, Yunho cannot help but marvel at the feeling of having you pin him to the wall. He never really thought about it before, and it was simply to sate that curiosity in his mind, but the fact that it was you, and that he enjoyed it immensely because it was you, is making his head spin.

He swallows thickly.

“Come on, Big Boy,” you extend your hand out to Mingi in offering, to which he gladly takes.

A giddy smile rests on his features as you guide him over to the wall. The eagerness you can sense radiating off of him is contagious, and you cannot help but to mirror his expression.

Your lips part in question, but Mingi beats you to it.

“Immersive.” He confirms with a firm nod, only causing you to chuckle lightly in response.

“I think it’s safe to say we all want the immersive experience right now,” Seonghwa voices, and you spare a glance back at the group to see all of them eagerly nodding at you.

“And here I thought I was touch starved,” you joke, a giggle to your words.

“Hey!” Wooyoung complains. “When you have a pretty lady offering to pin you to the wall, call us, and then see how you feel.”

Compliments from them, especially Wooyoung, are not unusual. However, something about this time feels different when he says this. Perhaps it’s the way he never breaks eye contact with you, or perhaps it’s the way you can just feel how sincere his words are. Still, it shocks you to your core.

You let out an amused puff, turning back to face the male trembling in excitement against the wall.

“Woah, there, Big Boy,” you grin. “Don’t be turning full Chihuahua on me.”

“Oh, leave the poor man alone,” Hongjoong joins in on the teasing. “He’s just excited.”

“It’s not like I’m giving him a lap dance.” You chuckle, stepping in closer as you watch Mingi’s face turn a bright red.

“Are you offering?” Wooyoung sounds just a tad too hopeful.

“Don’t even joke about that, Woo,” San throws the pillow in his lap at his friend.

“Yeah, cause you probably wouldn’t be able to hide your boner next time.” Yeosang deadpans.

A beat of silence.

Laughter erupts throughout the room as San turns bright red once more, stuttering out denials all the while.

“You won’t be laughing when it’s your turn!” He shouts, pulling his knees up to his chest as a pout pulls at his lips.

“Hey, no judgement here,” you grin, raising your hand nonchalantly in his direction. “Huge confidence boost when knowing you can turn someone on like that.”

San sticks his tongue out in Wooyoung’s direction as if to say, ‘so, there.’

You chuckle once more, taking the time to casually lean against the wall right beside Mingi using your one hand. The way you see his whole body freeze for a moment as his breath gets caught in his throat has a smug grin pulling at your features.

“By the way, are we still on for movie night next week?” You ask casually, completely ignoring the male beside you for the moment.

“I swear, if you make us marathon Star Wars again,” Hongjoong jokingly turns to glare at Seonghwa.

“Oh, give the guy a break,” you comment. “It’s his favourite series.”

“Have you seen the new Lego Death Star that just came out?” His eyes light up, looking around hopefully at each of the males scattered around the room.

Yunho nods, somewhat aware of what the elder male is talking about as the topic of Legos is discussed.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Mingi finally calming down. Though, the slight pout that pulls onto his features has you leaning in to his ear.

“Don’t worry, Min, I haven’t forgotten about you,” you whisper, lips but a hairsbreadth from his ear. He shivers again, and you smirk. “Immersive, remember?”

In the blink of an eye, you’ve shifted your position to stand directly in front of the male. Your head is still buried in his neck, nose barely brushing against his skin as his breath hitches once more. Again, your hands settle on his hips as you lean into him, and he swears he can feel you smirking against the side of his throat.

The room goes silent, watching the scene unfold before them. The others seem just as caught off guard as Mingi is by your sudden shift in position.

Yet, why are Yeosang, San, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong suddenly all feeling jealous?

You pull away form Mingi’s neck only to move in impossibly closer. Your one leg slips between his own, nose brushing against his as the corner of your lips tugs upwards. In the next moment, you’re lifting a hand to cup the side of his face.

The way your thumb tenderly strokes along his cheekbone as you step away mirrors how your touch fades from his skin. A fact of which he doesn’t like all that much, body attempting to follow yours as you pull away.

“Someone likes attention more than I thought,” your voice is light, a teasing glint to your eyes as Mingi begins stuttering before you.

“You can’t blame the man,” Jongho takes another sip of his drink. “You’re acting hella intimate with us all of a sudden.”

“I said immersive, remember,” you playfully wink at the youngest, noticing how he hides the lower half of his face behind his glass in the next second. “If you don’t want it, I won’t do it. I told you, I’m not trying to make any of you uncomfortable.”

“Well, more for me, then,” this time when Wooyoung stands up, neither Jongho nor Yeosang stops him. “Make it as immersive as you’d like, Darling.”

“As long as you can handle it, Baby Boy,” the moment the words slip passed your lips, a chorus of ‘oh’s reach your ears again.

Just as Wooyoung happily bounds over to you, you notice Mingi trudging back over to his spot on the floor.

Mingi cannot help himself. He’s distracted, mind reeling with the revelations of the past events that he’s just experienced. The only problem is, now, he wants more. He wants you to hold him against the wall like you did Yunho. He wants you lean into him again, just like you did with San. Only this time, he wants to feel your lips on his own.

He shakes his head. What is he thinking? You’re one of their closest friends. He shouldn’t be thinking about all the other ways that you can pin him, and then how he can pin you to the wall. Perhaps, even to the bed…

“Oh, this is going to be good,” San shifts forward, eagerly watching as his best friend finally gets to experience what he did only a short while ago.

Wooyoung is eager. In fact, he’s the most visibly eager out of all of them so far. Well, that you can tell. He even goes so far as to reach out for you, back not quite pressed against the wall.

Before he can so much as touch you, though, you have his wrists in your hands, pinning him to the wall. You lean into him, body towering over his smaller frame as a choked moan manages to escapes his lips. From the way red begins to creep up his neck, you know that he did not mean for that to come out so suddenly.

“Did I say you could touch me?” Your voice lowers, head tilting to the side almost mockingly.

His eyes go wide, and you’re surprised how willingly he shakes his head ‘no’.

The corner of your lips raise. “Good boy.”

This time, the moan that escapes him is much louder than the first. You watch on in amusement as he begins squirming beneath your hold, hips shifting slightly against the wall as you keep the lower half of your body distanced from his. He whines slightly when he realizes you aren’t budging.

Behind you, the rest of the guy’s jaws drop.

“You were just waiting for this, weren’t you?” You hum lowly, feigning concern for his current state. “Desperately wanting someone to hold you like this against the wall?”

Wooyoung bites down on his bottom lip, nodding shamelessly.

You step in closer, and you can physically feel how his body melts into yours. You lean into his neck, lips ghosting the skin just below his ear. “Good boy.”

The moment you back away from him, Wooyoung lets out a whine in protest. As soon as you release your hold on his wrists, he reaches for you, but you easily dodge his hands. A chuckle falls from your lips as you see him pout.

“So,” Hongjoong’s voice draws your attention to his smirking features across the room, “you’re a domme.”

“What was your first clue?” You quirk a brow back at him, amusement dancing in your eyes. In the next second, you shake your head, noticing how Wooyoung begins to walk back to his spot in a haze, that pout still tugging on his lips. “When I want to be, I can do both. Not that any of you will get to experience either.”

“Not that we’d want to,” Jongho rolls his eyes playfully.

You point in his direction, “hurtful.”

“Never say never,” Seonghwa breathes, seemingly lost in his own world for the moment.

Your brow raises, mild surprise painting your features as he seemingly comes back to reality. The tips of his ears begin to go red once he’s realized what he’s just said.

“Well, I think our eldest here should go next, then.” Yunho claps the male on his shoulder, giving him a firm shove forward all the while.

“Yeah, come on, Hwa,” San encourages, a knowing gleam in his eyes. “It’s much more fun than it looks.”

“It looked to me like you were having a lot of fun, there, San,” Seonghwa’s eyes sharpen slightly as he pushes himself to his feet.

“I can’t watch,” Yeosang shakes his head playfully, standing to his feet and heading down your hallway in the next second.

Your eyes follow the movement, amusement shining within.

Seonghwa stepping towards you draws your attention.

“I’ve never been a fan of getting pinned to a wall.” He states, somewhat bluntly.

“I don’t have to pin you to the wall, you know.” You grin, nudging his shoulder lightly with your own.

“I thought the whole point of this was to ‘show us what it feels like’,” Jongho comments, placing his now empty glass onto the coffee table before him.

“There are other ways to encapsulate the same types of feelings,” you reply, placing a gentle hand onto Seonghwa’s shoulder.

“And just how do you plan on doing that?” He raises a brow curiously at you.

“Wrap your arms around my shoulders,” you begin, already moving to lean into him to prepare yourself for what you’re going to do. “I’ve seen videos of you guys doing this with each other, but,” you shrug briefly, “context.”

Seonghwa’s brow furrows, but he still does what you ask of him.

The moment you feel his arms wrap around your shoulders, you’re bending down and lifting him into your arms.

“Oh, Jesus, I wasn’t prepared,” you wobble slightly, now carrying him bridal style in your grasp. “How the fuck do you guys make this look so easy.”

“Are you saying I’m heavy?” Seonghwa pouts, resting quite comfortably in your arms for the moment.

“No, I’m saying I’m surprised my noodle arms haven’t given out on me yet without the wall for support.” You reply, a slight chuckle to your words.

“Should we start preparing those medical bills of yours?” Hongjoong teases, though you notice there’s a certain glint in his eyes that has never been there before. Well, not that you’ve ever noticed. A glint that has only appeared due to the fact that he’s witnessing you be so close with the others. Others that aren’t him.

“Hey, can I borrow a sweater?” Yeosang calls from down the hallway. “I’m cold.”

“Go for it!” You call back, shifting your hold on Seonghwa slightly as he peers out at the rest of the guys while still held in your arms.

“You know, you’re right,” he hums, nuzzling himself deeper into you. “This is quite nice.”

“It’s the old ‘Uno reverse card’,” you chuckle, setting him back onto his feet just as Yeosang comes meandering back into the room. “You don’t realize you want it until it’s happened to you.”

Yeosang stops just beside you, blinking at the way Seonghwa slowly returns to his spot. The way the eldest glances almost longingly back at you from over his shoulder while doing so does not go unnoticed by any.

Turning your head, you finally notice that Yeosang has opted to clothe himself in one of your largest hoodies. The material quite literally drowns him, the hem reaching the middle of his thighs.

“Now, this is what I’m talking about,” you motion to Yeosang’s body, nodding approvingly.

“Yeah, yeah, we all know you like Yeosang,” San rolls his eyes, cheeks puffing slightly as he rests his chin on his knees.

“First of all, I like all of you,” you reply, a playful snort escaping you as you smile. “No, I meant the clothing difference. This is what ‘swimming in their clothes’ means. It’s nice to be on the receiving end instead.”

“But you’re not the one wearing the clothes?” Mingi’s brow furrows, confusion shining on his features.

“You know what I mean,” you wave him off. “Literally, I can understand certain size kink fics now where the character fucks their love interest in their hoodie, and nothing but their hoodie.”

“Are you saying you want to fuck me in nothing but your hoodie?” Yeosang quirks a brow, a wide grin tugging at his features.

“Depends,” you hum in response, and you watch as Hongjoong spits out his drink, choking on the liquid in the next second.

“On?” He tilts his head curiously, blinking innocently.

“You wanna wear my thigh highs, too?” The way you see his eyes nearly bulge out of his head at your words has all of you bursting into laughter.

However, what you fail to see is how Yeosang goes quiet, cheeks flaring with colour.

“Well, this is certainly a game of truth or dare I never expected to get into.” Wooyoung cackles, tossing another drink back.

“I think we’re learning more about your interests tonight than in all of the years we’ve known you.” Yunho laughs, leaning back in his chair.

“You’ve never asked,” you shrug his words off casually, mirth dancing within your eyes.

“Who’s turn is it, anyways?” Yeosang grumbles, hiding his hands deep within the sleeves of your sweater.

“Yours.” Your response causes another round of heat to spread across his cheeks.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Wooyoung nudging Jongho beside him. A male of which is clearly annoyed by the elder’s actions, but who nudges back, nonetheless.

“I don’t know how I feel about being pinned to a wall,” he raises his hands in front of himself in caution, backing away from you slowly.

The way his hands are hidden by the long sleeves of your sweater has you smiling lightly.

“If you don’t want me to, that’s quite alright,” you reply with a nod in understanding. “Like I said, I’m not about to force you guys into something you don’t want.”

“Oh, believe me,” Wooyoung chuckles, hiding somewhat behind Jongho as Yeosang takes a threatening step towards the younger male in warning. “He wants it.”

“I’ll believe it when he says it,” you tilt your head in acknowledgment in Yeosang’s direction, meeting his gaze once more.

The room goes silent, all of you turning to look at Yeosang once more.

“Uh,” he blinks, turning to look at any one of the other guys for help. Only, the way they simply watch on in glee lets him know they’re not going to do anything.

“Welp,” you turn back to the seven guys seated around your living room. “Maknae, leader, which one of you is next?”

“I’ll do it.” Yeosang’s voice from behind you draws your attention to him once more.

“Oh?” The smug grin on your face says it all, and he swallows thickly.

“Not against the wall, though.” He replies.

“That’s fine,” you reply with a nod, walking closer to him in your next breath.

You motion him closer, and he steps into you quite eagerly. Though, he does attempt to hide it, he doesn’t do a very good job.

“When I tell you to jump, jump into me,” you whisper lowly into his ear, and the way you feel him shiver as you lean away from him has that familiar smirk tugging at your lips. “Jump.”

Yeosang hesitates only a moment before quite literally leaping into your embrace. Your hands come to settle on his thighs, pulling him closer into you as he wraps his arms around your neck.

“Kind of different when you’re on the other end, isn’t it?” You smile, eyes crinkling as you watch him nod, somewhat amazed for the moment.

The way you can feel him tighten his legs around your waist has you chuckling, turning back around to face the other guys.

“This is… different than I thought it would be,” he mumbles into your ear, chin resting on your shoulder as he buried his face into the side of your neck. “It’s quite nice.”

The way you raise you eyebrows in agreement says it all, that same knowing look shining on your features.

Slowly, you lower Yeosang back to his feet, but he doesn’t release his hold from around your shoulders. Of course, you lean down slightly, allowing him to embrace you for as long as he wants.

“Another perk to it is simple things, like hugs.” You say, just as Yeosang finally pulls away from you.

Of course, you notice how he avoids your gaze now as he walks back to his spot on the couch.

“What do you mean?” Mingi inquires, knocking back the rest of his drink shortly after.

“Chest height.” You shrug, to which he immediately starts coughing at your answer. “What? You’re telling me you wouldn’t take full advantage of burying your face in your significant other’s chest if you could?”

You notice the gears in San’s head turning, before a devious look is shining in his gaze. “Does that mean I can have a hug, then?”

He starts to move, only for Hongjoong to reach over and quite harshly tug him back to the ground.

“Ow,” San begins to rub at his ass. “The fuck was that for.”

“You’re not as slick as you think you are,” Jongho rolls his eyes, standing up from the couch next.

“She didn’t deny it!” San counters, pointing in your direction all the while.

You shrug, “maybe next time.”

The way they all turn to look at you, eyes full of both mild surprise, but also excitement has you chuckling in response.

“If that excites you, you guys should all really try thigh riding,” you joke, and you notice how Jongho stumbles over his own two feet just before reaching you. “Oh, someone’s eager.”

“Shut up.” He grumbles, leaning back against the wall closest to you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Is that a challenge?” You quirk a brow, turning fully towards him now as you take a step forward.

“I doubt you’re up for it,” he quips, the corner of his lips twitching upwards.

“You’re right,” you smirk, hand landing right beside his head as you lean into him. The way his breath hitches has your voice dropping slightly. “I’ve never really liked brats, but that doesn’t mean I’m not up for taming one.”

A mixture of loud, boisterous laughter, and pointed ‘oh’s can be heard from the others around you.

You huff, clearly amused by how silent Jongho gets. His arms fall to his sides as you step in closer, noticing how red begins to creep up his neck as he attempts to maintain his composure.

“What’s the matter, Baby Bear?” You feign concern, your nose brushing against his neck as you lean further into him. “All bark, and no bite?” He shivers as your breath caresses his skin. “Pity.”

His one hand moves to grab your hip, but you’re much quicker.

In the blink of an eye, you have his wrist pinned against the wall, your one leg sliding between his own.

“I wouldn’t try that, if I were you,” with the way your head tilts and the angle you find yourself in, you manage to be looking up at him through your lashes.

Jongho has never felt smaller in his entire life. The position he finds himself in with you, combined with your words and the way your looking at him has him melting into your touch. So, when his body sinks slightly, allowing himself to rest on top of your thigh between his own, you let him.

The worst part for him, though, is when you pull away.

Jongho just manages to catch himself before he stumbles forward, not expecting you to release him so suddenly. He can only stand there, staring intently at the floor for a good thirty seconds in order to compose himself as you turn back to the other guys.

“Goddammit,” he curses lowly. “How are you so good at this?”

You giggle, and the sound fills the room with a vibrance unlike anything before. Yet, why are their hearts suddenly racing?

“It’s nothing more than the shock of your first time experiencing something like this, probably,” you shrug him off, proud smile pulling at your features. “Or you’re all just secretly in love with me.”

This time, it’s Seonghwa who spits out his drink in response, choking on his breath soon afterwards. Comfortingly, Yunho pats his upper back.

“I’m just playing,” you chuckle, arms crossed loosely over your chest as you shake your head.

“Seriously, you were right,” Wooyoung voices, staring directly at you while Jongho slowly moves back to his seat. “I never knew I needed this until now.”

“San was right to want this,” Yeosang corrects, shooting a brief look at the aforementioned male out of the corner of his eyes.

“I’m glad I could be of service,” you salute lightheartedly, two fingers pressing to the side of your forehead before letting out a small click of your tongue as you flick your wrist.

“Hang on, you’re not done yet.” Hongjoong stands to his feet, and immediately, there’s a sudden tension that fills the room.

“Never said that I was, Captain,” you wink playfully, and you almost miss the way he loses his footing just as he steps over Mingi for the moment. Though, you chalk that up to him simply misplacing his balance.

The moment he steps before you, a silence unlike ever before fills the room. All of the guys watch on eagerly to see what you have planned for their leader, and just how he will react to it, too.

“So, I take it you want the immersive experience?” You quirk a brow teasingly.

“Give me everything you’ve got,” he replies, breathlessly.

“I don’t think you’re ready for that, yet, mister,” you poke his upper chest lightly, noticing how he tilts his head upwards slightly to meet your gaze.

“We’ll save that for later, then,” he grins, noticing how you slowly begin to back him up into the wall.

“Who said there will ever be a later?” You hum, tilting your head slightly as you watch him lightly hit the wall behind him.

His breath hitches as he looks up at you through his lashes, the corner of his lips tugging upwards slightly.

“I just did.”

This time, when you place your hand beside his head, it’s slow. The movements are precise, keeping your arm straight for the moment as you casually lean into him.

“Oh, really?” You quirk a brow. “What makes you so sure that I’ll agree?”

Hongjoong smirks, his one eyebrow twitching upwards slightly. “I’m positive you’re just as curious as I am.”

“Am I?” You hum, taking a step in closer to him and noticing how his breathing deepens. “Curious of what? Are you sure you’re not just projecting, Joong?”

The way you say his name, your lips curving around the one syllable, is like music to his ears. He cannot stop himself, he goes to reach for you, a shameless whine getting caught in his throat.

Like every time before, you’re quicker. Only, this time, instead of pinning his wrist to the wall beside his head, you raise it, holding it above him as you lean over his entire body.

“You boys are very touchy tonight,” you tut, shaking your head as you lean the slightest bit more into him.

“Can you blame us?” He replies, staring up into your eyes. “This is the first time we’ve experienced a temptation like this before.”

The room remains deadly silent, as if the other seven are fully agreeing with the words Hongjoong is speaking to you right now.

“Yes, the heat of the moment can do that to people,” you chuckle, stepping the slightest bit closer to him so that he can feel your body heat against his own.

It’s slight, but you feel him arch forward in your grip, pressing his body flush against your own.

“We both know it’s more than just that,” his tone is low, sultry as he melts into your touch.

The corner of your lip quirks upwards smugly, pushing him flush against the wall.

“Is it really?” You feign innocence, leaning in to press your forehead against his own. Your noses brush. “I guess we’ll never know.”

In the blink of an eye, you’ve stepped away from him, releasing his wrist and letting it fall back to his side.

“Well, that was fun!” You chirp, completely unaware of how Hongjoong’s dark gaze never leaves your figure even for a second as you move to finally return to your own spot.

He licks his lips, clearing his throat lightly. Taking a step back towards the seating area, he blinks, refocussing his vision. The sound of laughter reaches his ears, and you all continue on as if nothing happened.

Yet, how can they just act like nothing happened when you’ve fulfilled desires within them that they didn’t even know that they had? This has certainly made them all change the way they view things, especially the way they see you.

All that they do know, is that now, they want you. In ways more than just a friend should.

503 notes · View notes

optimisticstudentangel · 2 years ago

Text

♱✮♱Simeon is the type to... ♱✮♱

Simeon is the type who would fit into your family without any problems. On the day when you decided to introduce your partner to your family, he did not feel any discomfort and quickly found a common language with them. Both of your parents gave their blessing and wished you two a wonderful future.

Simeon loves children, you've known that for a long time. If you have younger brothers and sisters, then know that they are now his relatives too. He would often suggest taking the younger ones on your walks. And he would often spoil them with all sorts of goodies and gifts.

Simeon would also suggest that Luke make friends with your siblings.

Angel would suggest creating a family early, if you certainly don't mind (including the possibility of adopting someone). There are times when he slips thoughts out loud about what a wonderful family you two would be.

Simeon is the type who prefers to give. Did you want the last piece of delicious pie? Of course it's yours. Do you need his attention? He will try to finish his business as soon as possible to give you what you want. Do you want a kiss? He's already climbing up to you to kiss you gently.

However, Simeon also likes to receive. Although it will be unusual for him at first, but in the end he will quickly get used to it. He will not require you to take care of him, but he will always be grateful to receive signs of attention from you.

He's the type who likes moderate spontaneity. Let's say, after a good dinner in a restaurant, you walk home and hear music from afar. He will offer you to dance to it. Both of you are dancing under the moonbeams, fortunately the streets surrounding you are illuminated and you can admire each other. You don't care that people stop to look at you and that they pay attention to your actions. Does it really matter? After all, you and Simeon having so much fun.

Simeon is the type who likes to walk in the rain. He likes to fool around with you and show youthful behavior. And he also likes the well-known cliche moment, where partners share one umbrella for two. He will ask you to get as close to him as possible so that you don't get wet. Angel also likes to wrap his arms around your waist and stroke you.

An angel does not mind just wrapping up in a blanket and reading a book in rainy weather. He invites you to spend this time alone with him. At such moments, each of you are doing your own business, sitting on the same sofa, sharing your warm blanket and hugging each other.

Simeon is the type who is always looking for inspiration in everything. Every creator needs to draw an idea from something, as this greatly simplifies the work process. Therefore, the angel is always looking for something new that can catch his eye. But inspiration comes and goes, and some things remain. Such as a personal muse. Simeon only needs one look at you, and he already feels much better. He can light you a dozen books and never lose ideas.

In addition, he likes to leave little references about you in each of his published books. He gives his characters some of your character traits and your habits. Reading his work, you always notice these references and are touched by this

#i will say this as many times as i can Simeon is just a vibe #where are my simeon stans #lets shower the angel with our love #obey me #obey me simeon #simeon x reader #obey me fanfic #obey me side characters #simeon x you #obey me headcanons

233 notes · View notes

oddballwriter · 1 year ago

Text

Plus One to make a Sour One

꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦

Summary: You and your old high school friends made a promise to go at each other's weddings, which you all keep. Regardless of the passing of time and what it brings. However, one out of place friend doesn't like that you've moved into find someone that you plan to have in your future.

Warnings: Female reader and is referred to using she/her. Mentions of jealousy and unrequited love (not between you and the boys). Mentions of marriage. Marc being called "second hand" by another person. Reference to Layla and Marc's divorce (she and the divorce are not an actual issue, she's just mentioned off handedly (I would never make her an issue <3)). There's a character in here who is a fucking dick and makes rude comments. This does take place after the show but there's no mentions of MoonKnight work. The boys are still a system but this is Marc centric. Jake does talk once though. "Y/N" is used four times. It is also mentioned that there is an age gap between you and Marc, with Marc barely in his 40's and reader being in their late 30's.

Author’s Snip: Don't know what this was or why I wrote it. I just had it in my mind and wanted to write it.

Notes: The girls in your friend group are supportive as hell about you and Marc. Also the character Ben has a mix of Ken and Allan energy but in an aggressive way because he's just... there... just for the plot.

Work count: 1730

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦

In your high school years, which were admittedly a good way behind you, you made a promise to each other. To go to each other's weddings no matter what.

Kaylani was the first to make that promise be kept by getting married a few years back and like promised, everyone managed to make it. In your group there was, as mentioned, Kaylani, Susie, Sydney, Gabby, you, and the only boy in your group, Ben. Or Benny, as you all called him. It was nice to see each other again and catch up since it had been so long and you had done your own things after graduation. For example you had gone on to study and even traveled abroad to do so, which ended up having you meet your now boyfriends Marc, Steven, and Jake. Though you did think that it was just Marc at the time, but hey, no one ever complains about a three for the price of one deal.

However, at the time of Kay’s wedding you just started getting used to all of them. So when the topic of if everyone else had a certain someone already, you just answered that you were seeing someone. Unfortunately in a room full of people you knew since braces, they asked for more. To which all they got was the details of his name being Marc, he was older, and that you met while you were living in London for your studies. You knew that that wasn’t a whole lot and that they would want to hear more, but they didn’t want to pressure you into saying more than you wanted. Though they did like the mystery of this man that you had back home.

Now the time has gone by and the system has become a regular part of your life and now live together in a new place with a fresh new start close to where you're from. Which was perfect considering the call you just got done having.

“Congratulations again, Gabby! I can’t wait to see you!” you cheer into your phone before saying goodbye to your soon to me wedded friend. “What was all the squealing about?” Marc says as he walks into the living room where you are. “That was one of my friends, Gabby, from high school. She’s getting married in the Fall season.” you answer. “Oh, Miss Homecoming Candidate.” Marc commented as he sat down in his arm chair. “No. Kaylani’s Miss Homecoming Candidate. Gabby’s-” you correct, “The blonde one, right.” Marc says correcting himself in the middle of your sentence, that wasn’t it either. “No. No,” you giggle. “Sydney’s the blonde one. Gabby’s ginger. And also Gabby was the Captain of the Girl’s Tennis team.” you clarify. “Jeez. I really can’t remember anything about what you tell me.” Marc jokes. “How about Bridget? Wasn’t there a Bridget or is it another name with a B?” Marc tests.

“It’s Benny.” you answer. “He was the only boy in our group.” you admit. “Okay, get me a picture because I don’t remember any of these people.” Marc requested as he sat forward in his seat. “Because you never met them, dingus.” you chuckle as you go looking for any picture you had saved.

You spent a while showing Marc the various pictures of you and your friends while back in your teenage years, which looked as dated as you think they would, and pointing to who’s who. Of course it was easy to point out Ben since he was the only boy that would ever be in your friend group photos. At some point you get to prom pictures where you and Benny are seen in one of those prom couple photos.

“You two went to prom?” Marc spoke. “We all did. But we all were meant to be a posse and go as a group of friends.” you remark, “But all the other girls got dates and I was the only one who didn’t so Benny asked to be mine so that I wasn’t the only one without one.” you explain. “That was nice of him.” Marc replied before changing his attention to a nearby reflection and muttering “Shut up.” under his breath. You knew that meant one of the others said something so you asked who it was and what they said. “Jake’s saying that maybe Ben was trying to “get lucky” or something.” Marc answered. You laughed at the comment and denied it. You knew Ben wasn’t that kind of a guy. But you always had the sneaky suspicion that Ben did always like you.

-------------------------------------------

Marc knew he’d be your plus one at the wedding as soon as you started telling him the difference between the girls and also letting it slip that you wanted him to be when he commented that Gabby had a metal mouth and you said “Don’t tell her that.”. He didn’t mind. Maybe he’d feel a bit out of place but he’s worked on handling foreign situations and had a balance with Steven and Jake, so they wouldn’t end up fronting during the wedding.

Gabby had her ceremony and reception at this little gallery in your home town that was actually really cute and fit everyone invited from both her invites and her now husband’s. As the bridesmaids, and bridesman, you all got to sit at the table closest to the newly weds during the dinner. To say that the girls were hyper fixated on Marc was a bit of an understatement. They asked all about him. What he did, how you met, what he was into. And anytime he said something about himself that would be considered attractive someone would sneak a look at you and wiggle their eyebrows. All the while Ben was silent.

After dinner was of course cocktail hour while the coordinators rearranged the room to be better fit for the actual party. Sydney and Kaylani, along with Ben, managed to steal you away to talk more, and Susie opted to talk to and learn more about Marc. You sort of knew what they were doing, when Gabby brought her then boyfriend, now husband, to Kay’s wedding you separated them to see if there was a future marriage on the way.

“So, Marc.” Sydney said as he took a sip of her cocktail, “Is it going anywhere with you two?” she spoke after finishing. You sighed. “We’re cohabitating right now.” you admit. “It’s not that he hates the idea of getting married. He’s just had a… strange and rocky path with it in the past and he’s taking his time getting over it.” you clarify before mouthing “He’s once divorced.”. The girls nod in understanding before Ben speaks up, “So he’s second hand?” is what comes out of him in an almost slightly negative tone that doesn’t even make it sound like he’s hesitant to say it. One of the girls flicks him on the arm and scolds him with a “Ben!”. You take a moment to gather yourself from hearing that.

“Let’s not put it that way. He’s not an object.” you nervously continue. “It’s not like he’s battered from it. I’ve met his ex wife and she’s a lovely woman. They just had their own issues and figured that it was best they figure it out alone.” you say. “And there’s no shame in that.” Kay speaks up, to which almost everyone nods. “How old is he again?” Ben asks, seemingly dropping the tone and changing the subject. “Well. He’s older, like I said. But if you need to know he’s barely in his forties.” you confess. “He’s more past me, sure, but I’m almost in my late thirties. So it’s not that much.” you justify, to which the group takes into acceptance. “You have always liked older men, I guess.” Ben replies.

Meanwhile with Susie and Marc, the talk has gone from him to something else. “Okay. So,” she manages to roll out of her mouth while spinning her now empty glass, “You might have noticed Benny.” she says. “I know of him, yes. He was at our table and I was told about him.” Marc verifies. “I’ll come clean with you, Marc. I think you and Y/N are great for each other. There’s clearly so much between you and if you asked the girls, you’d have all of our blessings to your relationship.” she stated. “Lemme guess. Not Benny’s, huh?” Marc chimed in. Susie gave him a firm head shake and said “No.”. Susie fixed her casual posture to a more serious one, which Marc knew meant that she was going to talk about some drama.

“Marc. I’ve seen a lot of men,” Susie claimed, “In general.” she added, “And I know that men can hold their hearts out for literally nothing if they think that something is there to take it or if there’s a glimmer of hope that something will.” she explains. “Ben is one of those men.” Susie confirms. “He’s been holding it out for Y/N since he became part of our group. He wasn’t an obvious sucker back then. But once she told us about her seeing someone back at Kaylani’s wedding,” she says while pointing at him when she said ‘someone’, “He was all sappy and sad. It was honestly pathetic”.

“So what? Is he going to try and win her over?” Marc scoffs. “Hell no!” Susie exclaims, “You got everything on Y/N’s checklist. You’re charming, aged, you have some ruggedness to you, and I’m willing to bet you have more." she lists off. “And Benny’s 100% butthurt about it.” Susie jokes at her friend’s expense. “And you’re telling me all of this…?” Marc questions as he looked at Susie to have her answer why. “In case you two have your own wedding party and you get looked at funny by Ben if he’d even show up at all.” Susie remarked. “I’m sure I can handle some dirty looks from a guy who my girlfriend went to the high school prom with as a means to not be the person without a date.” Marc chuckled. “I might dance with her all night just to rub it in his face a little.” Marc comments.

“Well, the song they danced to at prom just so happens to be on the playlist for tonight.” Susie mentions.

#moon knight #moonknight #moonknight x reader #moon knight x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader

119 notes · View notes

sandrockianblues · 1 year ago

Note

Lately I’ve been seeing a lot of talks about the sandrock builder customization and how people been wanting more body types, although I’ve seen people being rude about it tbh, just the way talk about the female builder’s body is leaving a bad taste in my mouth. how do you feel about this?

Hi anon, thank you for asking me my opinion on this 💜💜

While it’s been more than a year of people vocalizing their desire in having sliders/ options/ different presets- only recently has the female builder’s body been complained about to the extent where I think a larger issue needs to be addressed.

Body shaming is still body shaming.

To pull some quotes I’ve seen:

“…small and childlike”

“…body types are definitely something that looks like an adult.” (In ref to Grace and Heidi bodies)

“…give us more mature body types too”

“I’m a baby.”

“…really awkward”

“Downright comical”

“…would love my builder to look more adult.”

“my builder looks like a toddler being walked to school by her husband haha.”

“I’m not a fan of looking like a child.”

“general proportions” (in ref to what the “issue” is)

“currently is kinda twigy”

And in discussion for future installments or advancements within the game:

“it’d be great if they got rid of that look.”

“I do hope they move away from it in the future.”

*this is about the female player body- I cannot speak on behalf of the male player body completely*

As someone who is personally significantly shorter than the builder myself and has a petite or smaller frame- this was very degrading to read comments of.

While I’m a huge advocate for any sort of character customization implements that can be involved such as height sliders/presets/ weight sliders/ whatever else, and I believe that you should have the right to vocalize your wants-

What I don’t believe is that it should come with mocking and criticizing the current female body of the player.

And I truly hope that this look isn’t just scrapped and gotten rid of.

Those under 5’2” are already misrepresented or just not represented enough as adults in games a large majority of the time. We often get stuck with characters that have larger or more curves than we do. Characters of average or taller height. Modelesque to curvaceous characters.

I’m not saying these physical wants for characters shouldn’t be implemented or that they should be ignored. I’m saying you can ask or wish for them without putting down those who do have smaller builds. Those without an hourglass figure or who legitimately are a foot or two shorter than the person they choose to become romantically involved with.

While this is something that me, family, friends, etc have dealt with our whole lives- those of us who have fallen on the very shorter side of the scale, I’m not going to standby and watch it be incorporated into a game that has quickly become one of my top two favorites in the past year of playing it.

Criticizing- not critiquing, there is a huge difference- the female player body as it stands right now and making harsh jokes about it is seen by those who happen upon these posts or threads and can identify with the body themselves. I know a number of short and petite people who are playing My Time at Sandrock, and if I’m being completely honest, this may be the first time we had a more comfortable experience with a character that can be customized for ourselves.

The builder is in their early 20s and also created by a small Chinese indie game company called Pathea. Think of how many of those who are more prone to those heights or body frames have been criticized alone. This game is possibly more prominent in China right now given that they have an online website we ourselves can’t translate. They’re aware of new merch and such we’ve yet to receive official news on.

Also for reference:

Yes, average height.

It may be fun to joke about how it looks to you, but for some people… this is our reality.

No, not all short people have dwarfism. No, not all petite people are just not eating enough. And yes, some of us may not have the ample assets that most women do have. And it’s something we’ve had to deal with our whole lives.

Implying that a taller height and a curvy figure or an incredible bust size is what makes a “mature” and “more adult” look is beyond insensitive. To imply that it is “what makes a girl a woman” is horrifically humbling to read.

And I do mostly see this body shaming of short or petite stature and height coming from mostly women. One cannot preach for body positivity if they continuously exclude and demoralize a body type. It’s hypocritical, it’s demeaning.

Comparing the female player body to the likes of Grace or Heidi or Jane- beyond saying it’s just the type of build one may want, as in, using them as a comparison to further degrade the current body, is yes, still body shaming and something a lot of us have worked hard to try and not compare ourselves to.

Does this have to do with me writing short female characters? Beyond the fact that I am short myself? Yes. Because it’s gotten to the point where if it’s not body shaming, it is fetishizing or glorifying the idea of being smaller than the average short height. And I want some readers to be able to read of a short character that isn’t “gremlin” or “closer to hell evil” or “feral” sometimes. Because that’s stereotyping. And we’ve been stereotyped our whole lives.

The female builder is in her early to mid 20s, around 5’2”, taller than some characters (that aren’t children), has a notable ass and chest- and yet while that’s how some of us look or it’s a bit more, “she’s not a woman”?

I have dated and befriended men from 5’ to 6’5”- and shockingly, men have been less prone to making me feel as less of a woman than the comments from my own gender have. I have shown and read these comments to my father, male friends, brothers and such only to see them become irritated that women are body shaming this body type. Pointing out the hypocrisy and some of the shallow remarks.

This is akin to a post I saw:

Unrealistic and far fetched right? How do you think we felt- those of us who were 5’2” or below.

Someone who is quite literally the same exact height as Andy irl and in my twenties.

I could go into the whole aspect of having to reanimate or rig the characters and players for cutscenes and interactions. I can dive into the whole deal with the “baby face” expressions (and yes, some people just do have a “baby face”). I can stand on Pathea’s side who has worked tirelessly and with several issues they had to work past. The deadlines and due dates they’ve had to push back while early access fans still cheered them on for support. Or I can point out that this game is rated with an E10+ rating.

But this post isn’t about that.

Preach for what you want or options you’d like to see. But no, let’s not make callous remarks and harsh jokes on the player’s body. Let’s not just suggest they get rid of it entirely.

Women are supposed to support women. How about we stop deciding bust size and height is what makes you a “real woman”?

#siren speaking✨#my time at sandrock #mtas #sandrock #pathea #anon ask #mtas anon ask #body shaming #short builds #petite builds #call out

62 notes · View notes

whatisreggieshortfor · 2 years ago

Text

Pretend to Be Desirable

A volleyball player and an idol have to pretend to date. It should be fine… right?

Yaku x gn!reader

“You’ll be presenting a relationship together.” His publicist stated, no room for debate. “We need to give off the impression that there’s a romantic appeal to both of you, it’ll help merchandising sales and boost your popularity with fans.”

“I’m not really sure I understand.” You offered, he ignored the adorably confused pout that was already forming in your face, “Me, I get. I sing a lot about love, yada yada. But why does he need this?”

The publicist sighed, and so did your agent, “I hear you don’t spend a lot of time on social media.” You shook your head no, “Well, one of his high school teammates, someone up and coming in the fashion model world, has shared some… let’s say concerning memories about his behavior back then. It makes him seem unapproachable. To counteract that he needs to be portrayed as capable of holding a relationship.”

“So we just… pretend to date. I look desirable to fans, Y/N looks like their songs are written from their experience. I got that right?” Yaku was annoyed that it was Lev of all people that landed him in this meeting. He wanted to get back to training, the entire team was convinced he was in trouble right now. He was not looking forward to the teasing he would get when he put those rumors to bed.

“Yes.” Your agent nodded, “But it is also important that neither your team, nor Y/N’s band know that it isn’t real.”

Your brow furrowed further, “I can’t tell them?”

Yaku sighed, “I understand why I can’t tell the team. Miya and Bokuto don’t exactly scream ‘I can keep a secret’ when they open their big mouths every chance they get.”

You chuckled, suddenly not looking nearly as confused, “I see why my guitarist calls you prickly.”

He rolled his eyes, giving you a smirk, “That teammate used to refer to me as ‘demon-senpai’.”

“Aw!” You laughed harder, almost clapping your hands in your amusement, “That’s actually kinda cute.”

He absolutely did not blush, looking back at his publicist, “I’m ready to pretend to be desirable. Do you have a backstory or do we make that up?”

“It’s yours to decide. But it needs to be public knowledge for the next six months, so assuming neither of you have an ex or one night stand that might show up, you’ll want to plan an amount of time that made you okay to go public.” She shrugged, standing from her desk, “My office is yours while you work it out. We’ve already sent word to the athletic trainer that you’re here because Y/N is going to be performing at a charity match we’ve arranged for the team. When you make the announcement to them, they’ll think that you were informed separately because that’s the type of information partners share with each other.”

Without another word, the two of them disappeared out the door, and you immediately spun your wheelie chair around.

“Wheeeeeeeee!” Yaku was not a soft person, why did he want to smile at your antics? Your chair suddenly stopped, face to face with him, “Ready to make up some shit?”

Walking into the gym, Yaku was not prepared. He really should’ve been, he played with or against damn near everyone here since high school, but he wasn’t. Well actually… he was prepared to be unprepared. Miya was first, because he just had to be.

“Yaku, why didn’t ya tell us ya had some love in yer life?”

“Didn’t realize it was your business.” Yaku rolled his eyes, just knowing it was going to be a long practice.

Aran patted his shoulder, “He doesn’t have to share things he doesn’t want to, Atsumu.”

“But we’re a team, ain’t we?”

“Which performer are they?” Hinata jumped around excitedly, “Iwa couldn’t tell us.”

Shit, he probably should’ve asked, huh?

“We’re called Little Future.” Yaku spun around, seeing you enter the gym with a gleaming happiness, “Hey… darling?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah, what’s up?” Dear god, they both sounded so stiff.

You held up a bento, “I made you lunch! Meant to give it to you during the meeting, but you know how I get.” He jogged over to you, hoping to end the interaction quickly. The less time you spent with the team the better.

“‘Little Future’? Sounds kinda… pessimistic, don’t it?”

“Big word for you, Miya.” Sakusa rolled his eyes, nodding at you when you glanced over.

Aran raised his hands as the two of them started arguing, “Hey now, no fighting. Miya, be a bit nicer. That’s your teammate’s partner and they are doing a free show for charity. They don’t deserve the disrespect.”

“Thank you, uh?”

“Aran Ojiro, team captain.” You shook his hand as it was offered, introduction on the tip of your tongue as a voice called out to you.

“Y/N?” Turning you saw a friend from high school, someone you hadn’t seen much of since idol training started.

“Iwaizumi?” Your eyes went wide, rushing over to pull him into a hug, “It’s so weird seeing you without the annoying brunette cutting in!” You spun around, suddenly feeling on high alert, “He isn’t here, is he?”

“No,” Iwa laughed, “Oikawa plays in Argentina these days.”

Heaving a sigh of relief, you grinned, “Good, some ocean between us.”

“What’s up between you and the Great King?”

“Hinata, no one calls him that.” Iwa sighed, but the orange haired boy wasn’t deterred, looking at you with wide curious eyes.

You hummed, elbow propping on Iwa’s shoulder like you used to in school, “Hard to tell. Could’ve been when I had to lend Iwa class notes and he thought I was a member of his fan club. Could’ve been when I gave Makki and Mattsun tickets to a show and he spent three days blowing up my phone about why I didn’t send one for him- I finally had to threaten to change my number that time. Could’ve been when I received a confession on Valentines Day our third year and he had assumed I brought it to confess to him.” Iwa didn’t look bothered by his best friend’s old antics, only offering you a chuckle before he was introducing the team. “Holy shit!” You exclaimed when he made it to Kageyama, “You’re the kid that used to drive him nuts! The one that was better than him, right?”

Iwa nodded, grinning broadly as he nudged your shoulder under their scrutinizing gaze, completely ignoring the boy going pink in the face with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, “Remember the other guy he used to complain about? The one that always beat us to go to Nationals?”

“My guitarist actually went there! But honestly who could forget ‘yOu ShOuLd HaVe CoMe tO sHiRaToRiZaWa’?” You asked, making a face like you were being put out.

“That’s the guy.” He pointed to Ushijima.

“No. Way.” You excitedly hugged the tower of a man, even though he just awkwardly patted you on the back in return. “Semi is gonna flip when I tell him I finally met you.”

Iwa looked at you curiously as you continued to talk to the team, glanced at Yaku, and then spoke directly to Aran, “Let me borrow Yaku for a moment, I need to speak to him and Y/N about the training they’ve been doing together.”

“Oooh, training, huh?~”

“Literally fuck off, Miya.” Yaku rubbed his forehead, following the two of you to Iwa’s office.

Leaning against his desk rather than sitting down, Iwa crossed his arms over his chest and quirked a brow, “So, how long are you stuck faking this?”

Yaku almost choked on his spit, but you pouted, “Couldn’t you at least pretend I could fool you, Hajime?”

“Never once have you pulled it off, so no.” He chuckled, directing his gaze to Yaku, “What’s your story for a meet cute?”

“Train.” You offered, no longer looking as bothered that he figured you out so fast. “I figured I’d see his Team Japan sweats and strike up a conversation.”

He nodded, “Knowing you there’d be questions of what sport he plays before bonding over mutual players you both knew, yeah?”

“You got it.” Yaku nodded, he really wished they didn’t need to keep going over the details again as he watched the two of you talk. He didn’t need the reminder that he could never actually get someone like you to fall for him. He’s only known you a few hours, but he saw the way the team had already fallen for your charms. Kuroo used to tell him that people needed to grow used to him, his temper, his tendencies, something about him could always send people running to avoid him. In school it didn’t matter, he had dreams to achieve. Now he just wished someone could look at him and think maybe he was worth it.

Unfortunately, his traitorous heart had the sudden desire for that to be you, part of him glad he could spend the next six months pretending it was.

But as he looked at you and his athletic trainer, Yaku had an unsettling thought. How did he feel like the third wheel in his own fake relationship?

A month had passed in the blink of an eye- with it the charity show where you performed in his alternate jersey while your band wore fan versions of some teammates, and then two months were gone, before suddenly you were halfway through the timeframe you’d been given and life had become a different normal.

“Morisuke!”

He looked up at the sound of your voice, no longer surprised to see you visiting the gym during their breaks in training. Some days you brought him lunch, some days the two of you went out for a quick ‘date’ to be seen by the public. It left an aching in his chest how easily you fell into a familiarity with him and with his team, offering high fives and greetings as you raced over to give him a hug. Ignoring the flush that wanted to erupt in his face, shoving down the fuzzy feeling he got as you kissed his cheek, he directed his attention to you. Your enthusiasm was captivating, something about an upcoming show you had and he was nodding along before suddenly you were thrusting some kind of pieces of card paper into his hands. Tickets. “I think I counted enough out- one for each member of the team, there should even be a couple extra. I can get more if anyone has a significant other, but some would just bring each other, right?”

He chuckled, so you had noticed that, huh? “This is really generous, Y/N. Are you sure you’re allowed to do it?”

You frowned, confusion in your eyes, “Why wouldn’t I be? I bought the tickets.”

His eyes widened, “You bought all these!?”

“Of course,” you blinked, wide and innocent, and so damn beautiful, “I can’t take away the revenue that my musicians or the staff would get from them by using my connections to get them for free, but I can give them to you guys with no charge.”

He’d have to be blind to miss the way half his teammates were not-so-subtly eavesdropping, some of them had never heard your music before they found out the two of you were ‘dating’, but now it was like they couldn’t get enough. He couldn’t get enough. Always had it playing, playlists made of your albums were all over his phone. He’d give a lot to see you perform live again. Heaving a sigh, he nodded, finally taking the tickets you were still pressing into his grasp, “Yeah, okay, I’m sure these idiots will appreciate the effort.”

“What about you?” The question sounded like a joke, your smile and glittering eyes enforcing that, but something in your eyes made him think you weren’t sure how he’d feel about it.

He gave you a smirk, rolling his eyes, “Yeah, I appreciate it, too.”

You didn’t like him, not the way he liked you, but he was able to pretend the affection was real instead of staged as your smile lit up your face and you pressed another kiss to his cheek.

When the team found out you had a televised interview coming, Iwa invited them over to watch- which is how Yaku found himself surrounded by a bunch of grown men crowding a living room. He didn’t understand why they were so invested- he knew he had to watch, regardless that he wanted to, in case anything you mentioned in it was something he needed to know as your boyfriend. But they didn’t have the same stakes in it. You honestly just had them under a spell. He knew some of the players had unwittingly developed crushes on you, and he couldn’t imagine how much it would hurt him when the facade ended and you decided to move on. He would hate seeing one of them pursue you.

The interview started before he could spiral down that train of thought. (Again). He watched as you were asked about your music, influences, inspiration.

Eventually you mentioned his name. It wasn’t a surprise to him, not really, this was part of the plan. You needed to play up your ‘relationship’ for the fans.

But as a question left the interviewers lips, he could also see the way you froze and tried to play it off with a stiff chuckle, “I’m sorry, what did you ask?”

She didn’t seem phased, waving her hand to dismiss the apology, “I asked how your current partner differs from ones you’ve had before.”

Your brow furrowed, hardly noticeable to anyone but him since he had spent weeks learning you, as you tried to process what was being asked, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I follow you. Are you just asking about venturing out a usual type?”

“I’ll simplify,” something in her smile turned almost poisonous, like she was catching you in the wrong, “I have sources that informed me that before your idol training you dated a man named Matsukawa Issei. And you had a brief courtship with fashion designer Azumane Asahi. The differences between them and the man you claim as your current partner are very noticeable.”

You scoffed, the sunny disposition they knew you to have falling away. Yaku had seen this happen before, when ‘fans’ would interrupt your public outings together to offend one of you by saying the other deserved better. But he knew this would shock the team, and more than that he wanted to see how you’d respond. Your polite posture shifted, almost making a combative stance in your seat as you leveled a look at the woman across from you and she seemed to realize her mistake, “I never had a courtship with Azumane Asahi. We were and are only friends, we consistently shut down rumors there was any romantic angle to the relationship between us. As for Matsukawa Issei, as you so graciously pointed out, that was before idol training. We were still in high school, we were kids. We had thought our friendship could be more, and we were wrong. He’s still a close friend of mine.”

Clearing her throat, she still tried to maintain her original point, “You haven’t addressed the actual question.”

Rolling your eyes, you continued, “Your actual question was trash, but fine. The two men in question that you’ve mentioned are fairly tall. You want to address the difference between them and Yaku- fine. He’s on the shorter side, but so what?”

“It raises the question of how he caught your attention.” She offered, judgmental eyebrow raised.

“Maybe because he didn’t expect anything after giving garbage.” You shot back, Yaku could imagine your agent was frantically trying to shut the footage down as soon as your demeanor had shifted, but the producer didn’t seem to be budging as the camera kept rolling. “Yaku- Morisuke didn’t pursue me. I pursued him. I knew a high school friend of mine had applied for the national team, so when I saw him in his team sweats I struck up a conversation. It wasn’t meant to lead to where it did.” Suddenly there was a soft look in your eye, and he had to question how you could fake it so easily, but you were already speaking, “I never intended to develop feelings when I met him, but his height doesn’t factor into that in any way. He’s strong and he’s smart and he’s friendlier than people give him credit for and he’s supportive even when he doesn’t know exactly what I’m talking about. Yeah, he’s short. But he’s my short king. That’s all anyone really needs to know.”

He didn’t pay as much attention as the woman tried to regain control of the interview, only noticing that you called it short before they were cutting to commercial.

He didn’t notice when Iwa took the seat next to him.

Until the man spoke.

“You still think it’s fake?”

He jumped, head jerking to look at him, “I have no idea what you mean.”

Iwa rolled his eyes, “Y/N has never been able to fool me. I know when something is fake, when they’re lying. You’ve seen how they get when someone they care about is insulted. You really think that was play acting?”

“Only for a couple more months.”

Sighing, the athletic trainer patter the libero on the shoulder, “You can’t fool me either, you know that, right? Just admit how you feel.”

Yaku would sooner tell Lev that he wasn’t that bad at receives than tell you he had feelings for you he shouldn’t have.

As in: never.

When the six month deadline hit, Yaku had a sour feeling in his gut. He didn’t want you to become a stranger. Posed dates and staged sleepovers could end, fine. He could live with that. But he didn’t want to go back to never seeing you. He didn’t want to hear your name later, or see advertising for a Little Future show, and have to look back on memories of you rather than send you a text to hang out.

You were uncharacteristically quiet, sitting in the same wheelie chair as before, and he would’ve given up the dream of keeping in touch just to see you smile as you spun around again. But you were stiff. Like you didn’t want this to happen…

Did you not want this to happen?

Yaku couldn’t even listen as they talked, too busy analyzing your body language, until he found the words spitting out like vomit interrupting them.

“Y/N, you wanna catch a movie tonight? Maybe dinner?”

You blinked, shifting to look at him, “You… you wanna go out? Like a date?”

He shrugged, “Not like a date. A date. End the fake relationship, maybe start a real one?”

Yaku wasn’t one to lay things out in the line. But even as he held his breath, just waiting for your answer, he couldn’t feel a single regret lingering on his mind.

Especially when the bright and sunny smile bloomed across your face, grasping his hand in both of yours as you laughed, “Looks like someone doesn’t have to pretend to be desirable anymore.”

Dealing with Iwa’s cocky proven right attitude would be worth this.

Masterlist

#haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu yaku #yaku morisuke #yaku x reader #fake dating #idol reader

134 notes · View notes

accio-victuuri · 1 year ago

Text

it’s time for some yuguyao/the longest promise clowning… i feel like we will get a couple from this timeframe so i wanna be able to archive as much as i can. 🦢

consider this post as part 3. one & two linked.

• something from lrlg ( please come back to us soon ) and thought to be connected to how shiying reminds xz of lan wangji too. yibo was again speaking to someone so it may seem as random convo that time.

you are like a fairy

what do you mean acting in my true colors? ***

neither you nor him ( laughing )

well send it to me

it possibly points to xz telling wyb that he is acting in his ( wyb ) colors, white as in gusu lan. i’m just so fond of the speculation that zz sees wyb’s color as white. even removing the whole lwj connection — him seeing wyb as the color white, something so clean and innocent just gets me. most of us associate him with green, and rightfully so because that’s what wyb prefers. however it’s so gg to tie wyb with a color that represents purity, and i guess that’s how he sees wyb. a really good boy who’s clean and honest like the color white. 🥹🥹🥹

• another example of them not scheduling things at the same time. I don’t know how long this will hold out but so far they are doing it so well. Yuguyao aired 7.2 and for VIPs, it will end on 7.20. Then on 7.22 there will be a YH concert in Macau and on 7.28 premiere of One & Only. a jampacked July for sure but it’s so good how they don’t overlap!

• i don’t really wanna go into detail anymore about the echoes of CQL that we see in YGY. most likely because this was filmed in Hengdian as well. and Shiying really looks like he will fit right in to Gusu Lan. There are already 2 hot search tags for that comparison/parallel ( 7/3/2023 )

While I can’t fault people for noticing and i agree that it sets the scene for interesting edits in the future, I feel that this kind of topic is prone to being misunderstood and may be used by Antis. These are two different stories. Shiying is not WWX. The way GG acts as Shiying is different from WWX. I would hate for passerby to have the impression that GG can only act a certain way in costume dramas.

but shiying and lwj as friends is my headcanon now. no one can stop me.

• going by the shiying x lwj parallel, here they are in a 2019 interview where wyb says he hopes that ZZ will play a role that is contrasting to WWX. and well it came true, it’s Shiying.

( no but this is so funny, he was once wwx who was silenced. and now he plays a role that can use a silencing spell 😂😂😂 )

• not really a cpn but a fact. i always say this — they have the same values and that’s why they get a long. they also take their careers as actors seriously. they are not idols who decided it’s cool to be an actor and just go along with their traffic. nope. they wanna deliver the best. the parallel between btf and ygy scene wherein the bts scenes emphasized an incident where they both were asking to do one more take. they want to have the perfect shot and it doesn’t matter how tiring it is.

• and my fave, interpreting old candies in a new way. this post from way back of an umbrella have always been linked by the fandom to shiying ☂️

The use of 23 ( Ai Zhan ) the 3 “Go” and emoticons are also 3 ( Zhan Zhan ). The shooting time of YGY started from 20210329 so this day fits the timeline.

What’s more interesting is that the umbrella is in the bucket with water. Is it implying the bathing scene of Shiying? And it happened that WYB allegedly went to visit the set again at that time, because in the fake material room on 6.27, LRLG said very clearly, "Go back to Mr. Wang to pack things" and the conversation between the two also said "I'll be with you when it rains" Have a meal"! And "God also wants to eat" isn't it a clear reference to our great priest shi ying?

sources: one / two / three / four

END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #PLEASE DO NOT TAG MY CPN POSTS WITH THEIR NAMES PLEASE

74 notes · View notes

punchdrunkdoc · 7 months ago

Text

Part 3, Chapter 21

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness? Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 4 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action/violence and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

Masterlist

Reference pics

————–

PART 3

Chapter 21

“I know what I want to do,” Calina announced, taking the seat next to Matt at his small dining table.

Matt glanced up from his cereal. “You mean today? I thought you were coming in to the office?”

She hadn’t made it in yesterday due to her hangover. She’d woken up dry-mouthed and queasy with the headache from hell, so she’d spent most of the day in bed. But today was different. Today she’d woken up feeling fresh and energised and with her future all worked out. “No,” she replied. “I mean, yes, I’m coming in to the office. But I know what I want to do with my life.”

He dropped his spoon in the bowl and leaned back, a smile growing across his handsome face. “Really?”

“Yep. Looking back on the other night, with Jessica…it just came to me.” She’d told Matt all about her adventure rescuing Ema from her abusive boyfriend and his gang. And Matt had sheepishly admitted that he’d been watching their little raid on apartment 14b from above.

“Why didn’t you let us know at the time?“ she’d asked.

“I didn’t want to intrude. It seemed like something the two of you needed to do together.”

He’d been right. Calina had found helping the younger woman a cathartic experience.

“So you want to be a PI, like Jessica?” Matt asked now.

“Nope,” she replied.

He frowned. “A vigilante?”

“Definitely not.” As cathartic as it had been, it had also felt good to take down the men holding Ema captive. A little too good. She’d let her anger and her disgust fuel her actions as she’d fought and punished those men, and it worried her how good it had felt. After a lifetime of having no control, no say in her own actions, she’d exercised real power of those men, and she’d let a little of the darkness inside of her out in order to do it.

But it was a slippery slope. She wasn’t like Matt; he had his faith to guide his way and provide the boundaries he needed to curb his darker impulses. He’d found the line he’d never cross decades ago, and had spent all the years since controlling his urge to cross it.

She didn’t have that discipline. The opposite, in fact. She’d been trained to see people as pawns. Dispensable and irrelevant to the larger plan. She hadn’t been raised to value human life, and she definitely hadn’t been instilled with a strict sense of morality. Matt and her sisters liked to say she had a core of goodness within her, but she didn’t know how structurally sound that core was. What if she grew to relish her power over weaker men? What if it turned her into a woman led by her anger and the trauma of her past?

She didn’t want that. She didn’t want a life of rage and violence. She wanted to do good in this world. She wanted to help people like Nila and Ema, but not if it involved hurting and punishing others.

She wanted to help people by giving them a voice. “I want to be an interpreter.”

Matt cocked his head, as if considering the idea. “It makes sense,” he said after a few moments. “You get to control your own hours, be your own boss, help people. And you already have the skills for it. It ticks all your boxes. But is it something you’d enjoy?”

She nodded. “I think so. When I first spoke to Ema’s grandmother, you should have seen the relief in her eyes. Someone could finally understand her, and she could finally share the fear and pain she was feeling. It was the same with Mrs Schneider downstairs. All I did was translate a few documents for her, but the way she thanked me, it was as if I’d given her a winning lottery ticket.”

“Don’t forget me,” Matt added.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re always trying to translate the world for me. You speak about it in my language - the language of sound, and feel and taste, rather than sight. I always appreciate that, so I can definitely see the value in what you want to do. I say, go for it.”

She leaned over to kiss him, tasting his morning coffee on his lips. “Thank you.”

———

From that point on, their lives shifted into a higher gear.

There was no more time for hours-long dates, and leisurely evenings together. Calina had found her purpose now, and she was excited to get started. So she threw herself into researching the qualifications and documentation she needed to be a certified interpreter.

And Matt threw himself into researching Landon Cross, trying to prove he was the man behind the manufacture and use of the pheromone drug.

“But do we have a motive yet?” Matt asked, pacing in front of the white board in the conference room. It held everything they’d been able to glean so far about Cross and his businesses…which wasn’t a hell of a lot.

They knew about his early life; he was born in New York 46 years ago, the only son a banking executive and his high society wife. His father had gotten a promotion when Landon was 8 years old, and the family had relocated to Switzerland, where Landon was sent to the best boarding schools and lived the live of ultimate privilege.

Then scandal hit.

His father was found guilty of embezzling funds, and was sent to prison. Landon and his mother were sent back to New York, where she was shunned by her entire family for bringing disgrace to their name. The two of them were reduced to living on the dregs of the small trust fund she’d inherited when she turned 18.

The money didn’t stretch far. They were reduced to renting a one bedroom apartment in Queens, and Landon finished his education in an inner city high school.

“It’s got to be money, right?” Foggy guessed. “He went from a kid living the gilded life, to being one step above the poverty line. He’d probably see money as security - and he’d do anything to have enough to feel safe.”

“That would explain his ambition to succeed in business,” Karen replied, pointing to the white board. “We know he used his academic scholarship to Cornell to get his MBA. Then he created Cross Corp, and diversified his interests across multiple industries - agriculture, tech innovation, healthcare - to make sure it was too big to fail. And it worked - he became a multi-millionaire. All above board and legitimately, as far as we can determine. He has his security now.”

“Exactly,” Matt said. “So why did he all of a sudden create a sham company in Japan in order to manufacture a fear pheromone? What is he really after?”

That was the question that plagued Matt, and the one they wouldn’t find from news clipping and financial paper-trails. He needed to get to know the man beneath the business mogul facade. Because that’s what it was - a facade. Matt thought back to Calina’s initial impression of the man behind the pheromone drug:

“They’re vain. Narcissistic. As well as being a sadist for wanting to create something like this in the first place. That’s a bad combination.”

She’d made those inferences based on nothing more than the sleek design of the drug canister. But he trusted her judgement - she had a skill for reading people. And while ‘vain’ and ‘narcissistic’ probably described 90% of the CEOs running Fortune 500 companies, ‘sadism’ was - hopefully - a more unusual characteristic.

But how else would you describe someone who’d manufacture a drug for the sole purpose of instilling terror and pain in others? Someone who’d use the innocent citizens of Hell’s Kitchen as their own unwitting test subjects?

He just needed to know why. If he could figure out what Cross’ goal was, maybe he could stop him before anyone else got hurt.

So for the next couple of weeks he tailed Cross every chance he could get, trying to get inside his head. He mapped out the pattern of his movements; he catalogued the people he met with, and the deals he negotiated. He listened in on every conversation he could get close enough to, whether that was from a perch outside a building dressed as Daredevil, or sitting incognito in hotel lobbies and restaurants all across the upper west side. Karen, Foggy and Calina helped too, so that Matt’s face didn’t get too familiar with Cross’ security team.

Calina was particularly adept at getting close to Cross - her ability to disguise herself and charm her way into exclusive locations was invaluable - but, ultimately, it was Matt who cracked the case. One night, he tailed Cross to a new location - a quiet residential street in Lenox Hill. Matt could tell early on that this outing was different; when Cross left his offices - which occupied five floors of an exclusive, sky-scraping ‘trophy’ building in Manhattan - he did so dressed in jeans, a dark windbreaker and a baseball cap.

Matt had never 'seen' him in anything but an expensive three-piece suit.

After exiting the building, Cross approached his Bentley, which sat idling in front. He spoke a few words to the chauffeur inside, then hailed a taxi instead.

Which was also unusual - Matt had never known him to travel in anything but the back seat of his luxury town car. Also unusual, was the fact that he dismissed his bodyguard detail - the three men in black suits who followed him everywhere. Well, almost everywhere. Everywhere except the peaceful, tree-lined street Cross directed the taxi to.

Matt crouched on a rooftop and watched Cross get out of the taxi, wait for it to leave, then walk up the steps of a redbrick townhouse a few doors down. He was greeted at the entrance by a man. He spoke in a gruff, deep voice that Matt hadn’t heard before. “He’s in the kitchen.”

“Good,” Cross said. He took something from the other man, fitted it over his face, then stepped inside and closed the door.

Matt quickly shimmied down the side of the building he was observing from, raced across the street and up the side of the townhouse at the end of the block. By the time he’d ran across the other residences and made it to the rooftops of the home Cross was in, the meeting in the kitchen was already underway. Matt hunkered down to hide himself from the view of the street and focused his hearing on the room two floor down.

“…well for yourself. Its a beautiful home,” Cross said, his cultured voice devoid of its slight European accent. “Was that a Degas sketch in the hallway, I saw?”

“Take it,” another voice answered, this one laden with anger. “Take the money in the safe, as well, then get the fuck out of my house.”

“Now why would you assume we’re here to rob you?” Cross replied.

“Maybe because you’re wearing fucking balaclavas like two-bit thieves.”

“Technically, these aren’t balaclavas. They’re actually ultra-thin filtration masks, they just have the added benefit of obscuring our identities.”

“Do I look like I’m in the mood for a semantics lesson?”

Cross chuckled. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so….spirited. Four armed men have invaded your home, tied you to your own dining room chair, yet you don’t seem scared at all. It make me wonder…what do you fear, Mr Lewis?”

Matt sucked in a sharp breath - both at the content of the question, and the dark, threatening tone in which it was asked. This was it - confirmation that Cross had created the fear pheromone. And if the mask he wore really was a filtration device, he was planning to use the drug on the man he held captive.

Matt swore softly, as he wrestled with his conscience. If he intervened now, he might save this man - this Mr Lewis - from the effects of the drug…but he might also lose his chance to learn more about Cross’ overall goal. Powerful, rich men like Cross had a way of evading the law unless a massive, RICO-type case could be compiled against him. A simple breaking and entering could easily be swept under the rug…

Which meant that Matt needed to sit this out. As much as it pained him to listen to someone suffer, he needed to get a glimpse of the bigger picture.

“Wha- what do you mean?” Lewis replied, his voice betraying the first hints of concern.

“Fear is the most formidable of the so-called primal emotions. It has powerful effects on the body’s physiology. Fear causes the heartrate to rise; it constricts blood vessels and increases muscle tension and boosts blood sugar levels. A myriad of cellular process are activated, leading to demonstrable symptoms like sweating and dizziness and nausea. All from a mere feeling. Remarkable, no?”

“I- I guess,” Lewis replied, his early bravado gone. Matt didn’t blame him. Cross’ monologue was spoke in a menacing cadence, and it was clear he’d recited this before.

To other victims.

“But I’m not interested in what fear does to the body,” Cross said, ignoring Lewis’ answer. “I’m more interested in what it does to the mind. You see, fear can be crippling. It can break a person…or it can be the perfect method of control.”

Matt heard a soft whooshing noise, and recognised it as the sound of a gas canister being shaken. He imagined Cross standing over Lewis, the device in his hand, as he continued to lecture to the bound man.

“I used to think fear itself was enough. But fear without context does nothing but drive people mad or stop their hearts, which is of no use to anyone. To really exploit someone, you need to find their singular, deepest, darkest fear. The thing that scares them the most. And then you make them live it.”

There was a loud hiss, and the faint acrid tang of the pheromone reached Matt’s senses.

Cross had pressed the button.

Matt listened to Lewis splutter and cough as the gas invaded his lungs. There was a moment of silence, then a faint, breathy “No.” Then a series of denials, getting louder and louder, as Lewis panted with fear, his pounding heartbeat audible to Matt two floors above. “No, no, no, no, no, NO!”

“What do you see, Mr Lewis?” Cross crooned. “Tell me, what do you fear?”

“Jeanie, no. No. No! She’s dead. The blood - its everywhere. Jeannie! Please, no! Not my Jeanie. No!”

“Ahhh, how cliche. Jeannie is your daughter, isn’t she? I was hoping for something a bit more irrational and exotic, like being drowned in quicksand or swallowed up by a swarm of bees, but oh well. At least this is easy enough to replicate.”

There was another whoosh, then a loud hiss as another dose of gas was released. Within moments, Lewis’ desperate pleas tailed off. His heartrate stopped climbing and plateaued. The sounds of limbs struggling against restraints ceased as Lewis calmed down.

Matt frowned as he tried to make sense of the sounds below. Calina had been under the spell of the drug for hours, yet this man appeared to recover in minutes. Did than mean Cross had an antidote?

“How are you feeling, Mr Lewis?”

“I- I don’t…,” he replied, the pitch and tone of his voice almost back to normal. “Jeannie - what happened to her?”

“Nothing. She’s perfectly fine. Just a little trick of your mind. But I want you to remember how that little trick made you feel, Mr. Lewis. I want you to remember every second of that fear and pain and grief. Because I can make it real next time. You’ve revealed to me your greatest fear...and now I own you.”

That’s what this was all about, Matt realised. Blackmail. The entire purpose of the pheromone was as a lever of control.

“What do you want?” Lewis asked, coming to the same conclusion.

“Nothing much,” Cross replied. “I just need you to say ‘no’ to something. Just one word. Two little syllables. Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

“And what am I saying ‘no’ to?”

“A merger. Between Wellings Incorporated and Haymarch Industries.”

“I- I hadn’t heard that was on the table.”

“It will be, in the next week or so. And I need you to block it. By whatever means necessary. If you don’t, your fear will come true. If you tell the authorities about our little meeting here tonight, your fear will come true. And just to give you the proper motivation, I’ll let you have another glimpse of what that fear feels like.”

Whoosh. Hiss.

Matt clenched his fists in anger as Lewis was hit by another dose of the fear pheromone. As the poor man’s wails of grief and cries of pain rang out, Matt heard Cross and his associates leave the apartment. They bundled into an SUV parked a few doors down, and fled the scene. Matt pried open the latch on the skylight leading into the town house and slipped inside. He rushed down to the kitchen, where the bound man was thrashing against his restraints, sobbing out the name of his child.

Matt approached him silently from behind and quickly struck the man’s neck with the side of his hand, the blow impacting the sensitive nerve cluster around his carotid artery, causing him to instantly lose consciousness. It was the only way Matt knew to alleviate his suffering without revealing his presence.

Matt released him from the ties and rummaged in the man’s pockets, retrieving his phone. He activated the shortcut to dial the emergency services and left the phone on, knowing that the address would be traced and help would arrive soon.

Then he made his own escape.

———

“That’s why there haven’t been any reports of suicides or random fights or deaths in months,” Karen commented the next day after Matt related the incident to the team. “That was never the intended effect of the pheromone.”

“It was just a side effect of the early iterations of the formula,” Calina agreed. “Besides, why would you need a drug that had such random, unpredictable effects? A targeted, personalised fear-eliciting drug makes much more sense.”

“As a method of torture, I can’t really think of a better one,” Foggy added. “The thought of having to live through Marci’s death…” He turned away and swallowed.

Matt reached over to rest his hand on Calina’s thigh, the conference table hiding the comforting move from two people sitting opposite them. Calina had lived through that torture, the night she’d felt him die. And she still woke up from nightmares related to that experience.

“But it’s not being used for torture,” Karen corrected. “Its for blackmail.”

Matt shook his head. “There’s an element of torture to it. Calina was right when she described this drug as sadistic. I could hear it in Cross’ voice. He enjoyed using it. He got off on inflicting that kind of pain and fear.”

“Regardless,” Calina interjected, “The blackmail angle will help us determine what Cross’ ultimate aim is.”

“So do we know who this ‘Lewis’ guy is then?” Foggy asked.

Karen nodded, and recited the information she’d obtained earlier this morning. “Winston Samuel Lewis, former law professor at Georgetown, then advisor to the U.S. House Judiciary Committee. Current chair of the Federal Trade Commission. Which means he absolutely has the power to block the merger of two large multinational corporations.”

“The question is, why would Cross want that?” Matt mused.

“We need to look into those two companies. See what links they have to Cross,” Karen suggested. “What were the names again, Matt?”

“Wellings Incorporated, and Haymarch Industries.”

“Wait, Haymarch?” Calina asked, sounding excited.

“Yeah, does that name mean something?”

“I think so…” Matt heard the rustle of papers as Calina rifled through her notes. “Here it is. A few months ago, Sato Holdings - Cross’ sham Japanese company - tried to acquire Haymarch Industries. They’re a failing company, desperately in need of capital investment, but they refused the buy-out.”

“Why?” Karen asked.

“Pride, most likely,” Foggy answered. “I saw this all the time in the corporate world. Acquisitions are often hostile, and the company being bought is usually undervalued, stripped and sold off for parts. If you have a company - especially a family-owned company, that’s been in business for decades - they desperately hunt around for a merger instead of being bought out and destroyed.”

“So Cross wants to block the merger. That way, Haymarch either accepts Sato’s buy-out or goes bankrupt. But what does he want with Haymarch? What do they do?” Matt asked.

“Its not what they do…its who owns them,” Karen answered, tapping on her laptop. “The majority stake in Haymarch is controlled by…Theodore Ellingsworth.”

Calina gasped. “As in-”

“Yep,” Karen replied. “As in Landon Cross’ maternal grandfather.”

“It’s revenge,” Matt said, putting the pieces together. “That’s our missing motivation. His mother’s family turned her away when she was desperate and in need, threw the two of them to the wolves, and they had to struggle for years to get by. Now he’s taking his revenge.”

“He wants to dismantle their business empire,” Calina added.

Foggy nodded. “He tried to do it semi-legitimately, through his sham corporation, but when that didn’t work he’s fallen back on blackmail.”

“Something tells me he won’t be content just taking away their legacy,” Matt said. “Who knows where his need for revenge will take him.”

“We need more info,” Karen concluded. “We have confirmation that he’s our 'big bad'. We know his motivation, and some of his plan. Now we need to figure out how to take him down. And to do that, we need to know how connected he is. Who’s in his pocket, and who can we go to that’s clean.”

Foggy and Matt nodded in agreement. They’d learned their lesson trying to take down Fisk. Powerful, corrupt men had powerful, corrupt friends. Cross had already threatened the Governor of the state to get his way, and now he had an influential civil servant in his pocket.

Who else was compromised?

Who else was helping Cross with his conspiracy of revenge?

The answer came a few days later…and it was someone Matt and Calina least expected.

————–

Chapter 23

Tag list: @hollandorks @stilldreaming666 @sio-ina-bottle @tearoseart-blog @acharliecoxedfan @freckledbabyyy @chezagnes

If you’d like to be added - let me know!

#daredevil #daredevil fic #tabula rasa #daredevil fanfic #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil x original female character #matt murdock #marvel's daredevil #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x oc #daredevil fandom

14 notes · View notes

presidenthades · 1 year ago

Text

I am doing very minor revisions of Daemon’s Handbook (mostly formatting and continuity errors), and I wanted to do some behind-the-scenes commentary before too much time passes and I forget my original thoughts. Here’s Chapter 2!

(Note that these commentaries aren’t canon to the verse until/unless the author writes them into the series. I might change my mind on a few points later, but these are the thoughts I had while writing.)

Those gold dancing slippers with pink roses and sunbursts? Aegon 100% bought those for Jace (in Sunfyre’s colors of course), and that’s why she freaks out about them in Chapter 3.

Helaena has FRIENDS in this verse! Because she gets to grow up with three kinswoman close in age to her! Yay! I imagine her spending a lot of time with Jace, Luce, and Joff while they’re all living at the Red Keep.

That black and green three-pointed star is supposed to be some kind of reference to the three main couples of this series. Please don’t ask for details because I don’t have any 🙈

Rhaena and Baela’s crushes on Helaena and Jace, respectively, have begun sprouting in this chapter. They are very embarrassed by their dad acting like a weirdo in front of their crushes.

Daemon has a mental diatribe about Aegon’s dissolute ways, but in actuality Daemon would probably enjoy hanging out with someone who can keep up with him in Flea Bottom. Alas.

Neither book nor show canon says anything about Aegon or Aemond squiring, but I think healthy young princes would be expected to squire, like Daeron. I’m thinking Aegon strongly disliked the idea of having to squire (which involves a lot of acts of service) so maybe he a) threw a fit or b) used some weaponized incompetence until people gave up. 😆 But show!Aemond would like the idea of becoming a chivalrous knight, and Criston seems like a good option to squire for, considering Criston’s proximity to Alicent.

In this verse, Rhaenyra chooses to move her family to Dragonstone for different reasons than canon (where she felt pushed out by the Hightowers). Here, she’s mostly concerned about Jace and Aegon. I’ll delve into more detailed commentary later for Chapter 6, but basically, the kids have hit puberty and Jace and Aegon have already been caught sneaking around to kiss and hold hands. You can’t really keep them apart if they’re living in the same castle, so Rhaenyra’s solution is to relocate her daughters. Rhaenyra still plans to commute to court as needed (like in Chapter 4), but it’s not the most politically expedient move even if she’s decided it’s best for personal reasons.

We get our first glimpse of what the Jace/Aegon relationship is like. Jace spends a good amount of time trying to make Aegon act nicer (especially toward Aemond; no Pink Dread in this verse). She tends to use the carrot instead of the stick, which is Aegon’s preferred learning method, so Jace is more successful than Alicent who does it the other way.

Daemon doesn’t believe in anything he can’t see with his own eyes so he’s not superstitious, BUT Joff makes him question a lot of things. 😆 He figures out real fast that regardless of whether she’s actually witchy, it’s best to stay on her good side. (Otto also knows something is up with that girl lol)

I’m definitely exploring Joff’s dynamic with Laenor in a future installment in this verse. For now, let’s just say it was complicated. As precocious as Joff is, she’s only 6 and she doesn’t actually know everything.

“Window closes, heart opens, door opens, heart closes.” Helaena’s prophecy is about Aemond’s eye and the Luce/Aemond relationship, though I originally planned for it to play out differently (more to come in Chapter 4 commentary). As the fic currently stands, the prophecy breaks down like this: window closes = Aemond loses his eye. Heart opens = Luce opening up to Aemond again. Door opens = the rookery door when Daemon messes with the letters. Heart closes = Luce and Aemond’s three year estrangement.

Chapter 3 commentary here

#my writing #hotd #house of the dragon #meta #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon fanfic #daemon’s handbook

43 notes · View notes

crispy-bonnie · 2 years ago

Note

Headcanons for paygangs s/o’s having selective mutism?? Like every character

okay when i asked if you wanted more than one , i didn't know that you wanted all of them oh my fucking god i'm only doing the ones you simp for because i do not want to write that many . your simp list shall now be leaked on tumblr <3 /p

update // local bozo has provided me with money to prioritize this particular request . ask , hand me your entire wallet and you’ll receive

another update // dallas and chains’s segments are shit . i’m real tired guhh

You're selectively mute - PAYDAY GANG HCs

Dallas

Dallas isn’t too experienced with stuff like this, but he still does his best to help

He immediately assumes you’re non-verbal due to negative stimuli, so he makes sure to offer you anything that might make you feel better

“What do you need? Water? Snacks? A hug?”

If you answer at all in some way he can understand, he’ll fetch it in seconds

If not, he’ll just stay with you and let you do your thing

If you’re crying, he’ll do his best to comfort you. If you’re happy about something, he’ll ask questions about it and let you go on about it as best as you can

He lets you hang out with him in his office while he’s working

Dallas would have a chair pulled up and a cabinet full of fidget toys and gadgets that you can mess around with

He cleaned the toys daily so that when you want to play around with them, they’ll be ready and all spiffied up :D

He also will have you help him with some of his work if you’re up for it

Like the others, he won’t push you to talk if you aren’t ready, and he makes sure you’re feeling safe and comfortable

Chains

Similar to Dallas, he lets you chill out in his workshop, regardless of whether or not you’re happy or not

He’ll keep you preoccupied by letting you tinker his guns a bit if you’re up for it

He’ll let you fidget with some of the parts in case you like one or a few of them

Chains knows a minuscule amount of ASL, but not enough to know how to understand everything

He’ll do his best to decipher it and answer to it though

He also will cuddle with you in case you need it

He’s got a little couch in the corner of his workshop, so it provides a bit privacy for the two of you

Chains will try to get you to be able to talk again, but if his attempts don’t work, he won’t try to push any more

Very similar to Dallas, just a little less experienced with it

Wolf

100% understands your problem, especially since he spends a good chunk of his time around Jacket

Does his best to accommodate to you whenever you go non-verbal

He’ll ask as to why either for future reference or so that he can keep you from the source, but he won’t pry if you choose not to tell

He’s willing to use practically anything to communicate with you

Sign language, non-verbal cards, text-to-speech, you name it

A contrast from his usual heist behavior, he’s very gentle when you go non-verbal. He’ll make extra careful not to cross any boundaries and make sure that you’re comfortable until you’re able to talk again

If you’re non-verbal because of positive stimuli, he’ll try his best to communicate with you about this thing that made you so happy. Of course, he won’t pry you about it.

He’s overall very sweet and makes sure that you’re okay while you’re in this state

Now, if someone were to make fun of you or try to pull anything weird while you’re non-verbal, he’s already got the drill ready

Y — ‘Wolf, why do you have a thermal drill?’

W — “Don’t worry, I’m just going to be shoving this down someone’s throat.”

Y [panicked] — ‘WHY???’

W — “MF SAID IT’S STUPID TO GO NON-VERBAL SO I’M GONNA SHOW THE BITCH WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE NON-VERBAL”

Legit either sends you into a panic attack or has to make sure that you don’t thermal drill someone’s face off

Either way, you manage to stop him from doing it and he simply just leaves it alone, and he bombards you with a fuck ton of care

If he comes across the person in question, especially in your non-verbal state, he’ll fucking destroy them

Yes, this includes Hoxton

Overall very protective and supportive <3

Hoxton

Literally has no fucking clue what’s going on at first

“You gonna answer me or what?”

He’ll get the memo if you use cards or write it down, but will have no clue what’s going on if you use ASL or gestures

Ends up having to ask Wolf since he’s seen him use these signs a couple of times

Finally fuckin learns about ASL and figures out why the hell you’re not talking

With this knowledge, he becomes very fuckin protective

If anyone makes you even a little bit uncomfortable, he will not hesitate to throw hands

“The fuck did you just say you wanker!? YOU WANNA FUCKIN’ GO MATE!?”

Ends up throwing you into more stress unintentionally

He’ll try to figure out ways to get you to talk again, whether it be exposing you to stuff that disgusts you or running you through some calming exercises

“Hey hey, just breathe with me, okay? One….Two….”

Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t

He still won’t ever fully understand why you end up non-verbal and still won’t understand even after an explanation is given

That doesn’t mean he’s not there for you, of course. He’ll do everything he can within his lack of understanding to help you out

Houston

Like Hoxton, he has no clue what’s going on

However, when you tell him, he’ll understand and ask if there’s anything he can do to help

Mf will literally spend hours trying to learn how to sign so that he can understand you or so that he can make sure he doesn’t overwhelm you with talking

H - *signing*

Y - ‘honey, that means egg’

H - “Dammit”

Hoxton sometimes acts ‘nice’ and teaching Houston some signs

But he’s teaches him the wrong shit

Like- Houston’ll be trying to learn how to say “What’s the weather?” but Hoxton would teach him how to say “cock and nuts” instead

You end up having to reteach him lol

ASL aside, if you use non-verbal cards or other means of communication, it’ll click easier for you

He makes sure to keep a notepad and pen on him, so when you need to talk to him, he just pulls it out and hands it to you

Can’t tell whether or not you’re non-verbal because of positive or negative stimuli, so if he thinks that the thing you don’t like is bringing you joy or something, forgive and correct him

Hoxton will often make rude remarks regarding it, resulting in a beat-up Hoxton and you now laughing your ass off

Mf’s antics were so funny that you went verbal again

Like the rest, very protective, just less understanding

Sokol

Another fucking Jacket???

You were speaking just fine and suddenly you don’t wanna talk??? Wtf??

He thinks you’re doing this on purpose, so he ends up getting quite frustrated

“Пиздец, just talk to me already! Why are you being so… difficult!?”

Literally will send you further into a non-verbal state and you’ll end up just crying on the spot

It’s not pretty

The second he sees tears glossing over your eyes, he fucking PANICS

He doesn’t know how to apologize though?? Not when he’s this frustrated with it

Eventually the two of you just spend a bit of time trying to process things

When the two of you reconvene, you end up explaining to him what’s going on with the whole situation

“Ah… n-non… verbal…? So- you’re not doing it on purpose?”

Once it finally clicks, he does his best to try and find ways to communicate with you

Notepads, flash cards, even those silly little buttons that people use to train their dogs how to communicate /ref

He made one attempt to learn ASL, but he immediately gave up because of how frustrating it was

Sokol felt the need to learn how to sign when he really just could’ve learned how to understand it 💀

That aside, he does his best to make sure you’re okay while you can’t communicate

Literally will fetch you anything and is willing to take a look at whatever it is that’s bothering you/making you so happy

It’s a struggle, but he’s doing his best <3

Jimmy

Despite spending a good chunk of his time around Jacket, he still struggles a bit to understand the whole non-verbal thing

Then again, he’s constantly shitfaced on coke so-

He’ll often keep pestering you on why you’re not talking or anything, only stopping when someone else intervenes

If you use ASL or gestures to communicate, he’ll start getting frustrated since he doesn’t understand most of it

With non-verbal cards or soundboards, he can understand a bit better

When you get sent into this state because of negative stimuli, he’ll try his best to calm you down

Most likely by offering you coke. And it works…sorta

J - “Shit uh… you want some coke-?”

Y - *wheezes*

J - “Wh-what!? Was it something I said!?”

If you’re non-verbal bc of positive stimuli, he’ll just talk about or show you stuff about the thing making you so happy

Literally making it worse 💀

At some point he’ll just end up getting tired [not of you! just by the fact that he’s been hammering that alcohol n drugs] and invite you to cuddle

Once the two of you pile up on the couch, you both kinda just calm down while cuddling

He falls asleep, you return to a verbal state again

Jimmy wakes up to a nice surprise when he sees that you’re talking again

He kinda just offers to cuddle every time you go non-verbal

It’s not the best strategy, but it sure as hell works

Sydney

Similar to Wolf, she completely understands and does her best to accommodate whenever you’re non-verbal

Can understand a good portion of ASL, but not that much

She doesn’t sign for you, but she’ll get a basic understanding if you sign

Simple gestures might raise some confusion though, but after one or two tries, she usually understands what you’re asking for

Very protective of you, regardless of whether or not you’re mute because of something positive or negative

Will literally kick ass if anyone makes fun of you or nags you to talk sokol cOUGH COUGH

“OI! They’ll talk when they wanna talk so SHUT IT YOU FUCK!”

She’ll let you sit in her silly swivel chair and draw whatever comes to mind. She has a bunch of crayons and paper stashed away specifically for you!

Sydney always hangs up the little drawings you make on her cork board because she thinks it’s cute

She also has noise-canceling headphones in case you’re overwhelmed by something

She’ll give them to you, sit down on the couch or at her desk with you in her lap, and let you chill out there

Always makes sure you’re comfortable and won’t push you to talk until you’re ready

Jacket

You don’t even have to try and explain those non-verbal moments. He kinda just knows

He’ll offer up some methods of communication if you don’t have a specific one, the most prominent ones being a tape recorder or a notepad and pen

Mf will literally buy you your own tape recorder not only for helping with communication, but also because matching tape recorders??? Please?????

The both of you use the exact same tapes, sometimes even trading tapes when you want to express something else

Sometimes the two of you will just annoy Sokol with it

Spamming tape recorder lines before Sokol has to swat the both of you away using his hockey stick

Though, for heists, the two of you make sure to use tapes with different voices to make sure other heisters can differentiate you

Though, sometimes you mix each others’ tapes up lol

Knows ASL very well, and also has some non-verbal cards in case you prefer to use those

He makes sure that you’re okay while you’re in this state, and he’ll murder literally anyone who even makes you uncomfortable in the slightest

If you find the corpse of some guy who told you to ‘speak up’ with his brains bashed in, don’t question it

Very understanding of whatever the situation is, and is very protective while you’re non-verbal

#payday 2 #payday #payday 2 x reader #fanfiction #payday x reader #fanfic #reader insert #headcanons #x reader #payday 2 headcanons

86 notes · View notes

violivs · 9 months ago

Text

NMTDaily: A Wild Hero Appears

- It makes me a little sad that Bea tweets out this video with “meet the prettier version of me”. You’re beautiful in your own right, Beatrice, and I don’t think Hero would want you to compliment her by putting yourself down. This moment starts to show Beatrice’s insecurities, in a very teenage-girl way. It feels very accurate to that time of life for sure.

- What’s interesting, though, is that this tweet, where Bea thinks of herself as less pretty than Hero, is a direct parallel to and reversal of the moment in a future episode when Claudio tells Ben who he likes (Hero), and asks what Ben thinks of her, and Ben says he prefers her cousin, naming no names. These lines are adapted from the play. Now, I’m not going to say it’s good or ok for the guys to be comparing the girls to each other, even unintentionally, and of course Beatrice has to develop her own self-confidence outside of what anyone else thinks of her. But it is very sweet that at the time she makes that self-deprecating tweet, Beatrice already, unknown to her, has someone who looks at her before anyone else, who always thinks she’s the prettiest girl in the room. It’s just that even he doesn’t know it yet! Ben has thought Beatrice was gorgeous since long before he could admit it to himself, and that just makes me happy.

- I bet Hero’s “you’re not so bad looking yourself, Bea” is her answer to the tweet. She’s too sweet even to directly address it.

- Hero reading TFIOS is so incredibly 2014. (I can also tell she’s an actress and isn’t actually reading it right now because she’s that far into the book and she isn’t SOBBING. I’ll never forget how hard I cried and I’m not afraid to admit it.)

- “Hero it’s Darcy on a horse” being the thing to get her attention is hilarious and adorable and how many Jane Austen Movie Nights do we think she and Bea have had? Definitely some!

- Hero is adorable and we love her enthusiasm and many many video ideas 😆

- there are so many amazing quotes in this episode. “room tour. room tour. ROOM TOUR”; “I am very proud of the witty capabilities of 3-in-the-morning me” amazing.

- Bea is starting what’s essentially senior year in April at a new school. That has to be stressful. Good that she seems cheery about it. I’m sure she’s not at all worried about who else is in her classes…

- Now I want lemonade! Lol. But US lemonade for me. Research is telling me that NZ/Aotearoa lemonade is just basically lemon soda, like it is in the UK, as opposed to the US lemon juice + water + sugar situation. I hope Bea gets to try US lemonade on her travel year. It’s so good when it’s good.

- the Hersula origins! “She’s so lovely I catch myself wanting her to insult me” 💕

- Shoutout to the NMTD Fandom Revival Discord for catching the fact that Bea’s line “what is this cake even for” is a reference to the TARDIS cake Ursula shared on her tumblr, showing that Ursula and Hero surprised Bea with the cake for no reason at all, they’re just that sweet and lovely!

- A brief aside: Ursula’s tumblr has been lovely. She’s posted lots of desserts including one that she said is her dad’s specialty, so now I headcanon that she likes to bake because it’s something she and her dad do together. Ursula lore!

- Poor Meg. It’s tough to be an early bloomer, and you can tell the girls know they shouldn’t be making fun of her for it. I’m glad Hero told Bea to stop, but she was still going along with it and was the one who said the “Queen of Scream” line. We know they’ll learn, though.

- I also notice the link to Ursula’s first video in the description of this episode is now broken and goes to a page that says the video doesn’t exist. Fortunately VOX POPS is alive, well, and next in the playlist. Interesting how links break over time.

- This episode is apparently from before the characters start answering YouTube comments, I checked the comment section. That’s something I’m interested to see whether the NMTDaily emails will highlight, because I remember the characters’ comments being very fun to read! Good for immersion too!

- I’m embarrassed to even admit this, and I blame growing up without cable tv or video games, but I’m just now realizing this title is a Pokémon reference. This show was always even nerdier and more full of pop culture references than I realized! Excited to see if I find anything else I didn’t get before!

💖🥭🦩

#nmtd #nothing much to do #nmtdaily #violivs nmtdaily liveblog #a wild hero appears #i did have PBS and books and VHS/DVD movies and playing outside I promise my childhood wasn’t that deprived

16 notes · View notes

levieske · 6 months ago

Text

(𝟒) 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞

In which Yuji Itadori accidentally spoils Hana Akiwara’s plans by ingesting Sukuna’s finger, and Satoru Gojo is constantly humbled as a result.

satoru gojo x ofc x suguru geto

[ canon divergence, fix-it au, everybody lives, no kenjaku, no shibuya incident, jjk s1, slow-burn, aged-up characters, age gap, questionable relationships, mentor-student relationships, unresolved sexual tension, more mature and graphic in future chapters, crack heavy for now, tvd references if you squint ]

previous - ao3 link - masterlist - next

The topic of Sukuna's finger was set aside, replaced by the promise of tea. Hana expertly avoided the matter, instead lecturing poor Yuji about the intricacies of cursed energy and her manipulation technique. As the electric kettle hummed to life, her friend settled onto a bar stool in her cozy kitchen. His fingers traced invisible patterns on the counter, but his gaze remained fixed on her.

“Cursed energy is like… an aura.” Hana explained, leaning on the counter opposite Yuji as she met his eyes. “All sorcerers and curses have it, no matter how strong or weak they are. Each one has a distinct signature, but I guess the energies can be similar if the technique is the same.” Moving her braid to the side, she paused. “You should be able to notice it now that you have cursed energy.”

Yuji hummed, nodding thoughtfully. “Like werewolves sensing each other.”

Hana frowned at his comparison, but shrugged nonetheless. They didn’t need to sniff each other’s butts to sense sorcerers, but if the analogy helped him grasp the concept, she was all for it. Hana really pitied him, her mouth turning downwards as they waited in silence. Not only did Yuji have a 1000-year-old evil spirit inside him, he also just didn’t know anything that came natural to her. Or to anybody close to him back in the Jujutsu Tech. Explaining techniques to someone who already wielded cursed energy was challenging; explaining it to Yuji was like teaching a foreign language to someone born deaf.

“That makes so much sense.” Itadori broke the silence as Akiwara finished preparing their tea. “Gojo mostly left a stuffed animal to do all the explaining.”

The girl placed the cups on the counter, turning around to see her friend scrubbing his temple with a hurt expression. Yuji seemed to be dwelling in the past and Hana didn’t really want to ask, as she already questioned more than enough his teacher’s methods. She lessened her frown, finally taking a sip from her cup.

Yuji’s gaze lingered on Hana, and she sensed the weight of his curiosity. “What else do you want to know? I know this is still quite new to you.”

“I think I’m getting the hang of it, more or less.” The vessel replied with a reassuring grin. “Gojo mentioned something about your clan being on the brink of extinction, and you don’t seem to like the school much.” He observed. “Can I ask why?”

The curse user sighed, staring at her cup for a few seconds as she found the right words. Her friend waited patiently as he drank from his own.

“Long story short, some old-timey clan beef turned into my family’s inquisition.” Yuji’s eyes widened and she shrugged in response. “The Big Three, which I guess includes Satoru’s clan, and the school aren’t really on good terms with my family. I don’t think you could even call us a clan anymore as most are… you know.”

Hana concluded her explanation by drawing a line on her neck and making a face. Yuji couldn’t hold back the horror from showing in his expression, and she managed an awkward smile, fiddling with her half-undone braid. When he didn’t respond, she continued.

She had a great way with words, you see.

“You know I’m from the US, right?” The vessel was capable of nodding, his fluffy pink hair shaking with his rigid movements. “Well, my family is originally from Japan as you know and probably have realized because I don’t really have an accent and-” Hana stopped herself from rambling. It didn’t seem to be helping Yuji out of his shock. “Anyways, some centuries ago, my clan made some questionable choices and we have been persecuted ever since. My grandma moved to the US with her older sister when they were young. The rest didn’t make it.”

Hana exhaled trying to ease her breathing, as she noticed the knot forming in her throat. She wasn’t able to face Yuji as she continued talking. “Nana didn't have fond memories of sorcerers, so excuse me for being distrustful.”

It had been a little over a year after her nana’s passing. She didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye, which still pained her to this day. Her death set off some kind of chain reaction that ignited so much hatred towards herself, and made her walk away from jujutsu for a while. Needless to say, Hana didn’t have any good memories worth remembering of 2017.

“I’m sorry, about your grandmother.” Yuji lamented. His eyes were filled with empathy. “Did they…?”

“Kill her?” Hana finished his sentence, softly shaking her head. “No, she was really sick.”

Her friend hummed and gently grabbed her hand laying on the counter. He gripped it momentarily before releasing it. The girl sipped from her cup before continuing with her story, grateful.

“Life outside Japan was easier for our family. Few sorcerers, even less cursed energy.” The vessel nodded at the curse user’s words, listening intently. “My brother Kenji and I are the only ones in my family with it. No one else was able to tap into it.”

“And you came here because of it?” Yuji supposed, asking.

Hana affirmed with a nod. “My family despised the idea of us ever setting a foot in Japan, especially Grandma. But Kenji and I wanted to learn, and there wasn’t much exorcizing to do in the US. So we came here last year.” The girl paused as she took a sip of her cup. She locked eyes with her friend before looking at her cup once more. “We’ve kept a low profile, until now.”

Low profile might have been a stretch, a tad far from the truth. She could feel Yuji’s stare on her as he processed her words.

“You were scared of them finding out there’s still some of you around.” The vessel stated.

“Well, I wouldn’t say exactly scared. We were- are wary of sorcerers.” Hana gave him a wry smile as she corrected him with humor. “I don’t want to discover they are still killing Akiwara twins for sport. Better safe than sorry.”

Yuji’s intrigue was evident, as he leaned forward and his brown eyes glinted with curiosity. “They went for twins specially?”

His eyes were tinted red, which could be due to lack of sleep or the fact that he died and resurrected a few days prior. It couldn’t have felt nice.

“Um, for any Akiwara really, but twins are some sort of bad omen in jujutsu.” The curse user shrugged, her gray eyes leaving Yuji’s brownish reddish ones. She felt kind of uncomfortable speaking about her twin and her like that. “Our clan had… unconventional ways to deal with it, which didn’t sit well with the Big Three Families. It was a merging ritual of sorts.”

Yuji nearly choked on his tea, spitting it all over the counter. “A merging ritual?”

Hana gave him a pointed glare, yet her lips curled into a smile. “You are cleaning that up.”

Post-spill apologies and cleanup, they resettled on the couch. The conversation veered away from the Akiwara clan history, circling back to the essence of cursed energy. Yuji’s questions flowed, and Hana responded to his curiosity with thoughtful explanations. She couldn’t help but frown at Gojo’s seemingly lack of teaching.

Hana Akiwara had a great understanding of cursed energy; after all, she manipulated it to her will. Understanding how cursed techniques worked was also something she never had a problem with. Yuji was, clearly, having some troubles grasping the complexity of it all. It was expected, nobody in his shoes would do much better. He was well-adjusted considering the circumstances.

“Can I ask you a question?” The black-haired girl interrupted her pink-haired friend before he could conjure more questions.

Honestly, she was starting to dwell into her thoughts as Yuji rambled. Sorry, Yuji.

The aforementioned gave a nod, his legs casually crossed on the couch, signaling her to proceed. “So, what’s the deal with cursed energy? What did Gojo actually teach you?”

Yuji shrugged, a wry smile on his face. “Um, not much. It was a slow learning process. I wasn’t able to use my cursed energy at first and didn’t really understand it. Then Gojo left me with that stuffed animal, which helped a bit.” Hana raised an eyebrow, but still didn’t question the stuffed animal part. Maybe Satoru was into puppets? “He has sped up the process though, seeing he has left me with you.” Yuji admitted. “You’re like a cursed energy encyclopedia.”

“So, he’s not really occupied tonight?” The vessel shook his head, making the girl roll her eyes and lean further into the couch’s cushions. “It’s a bit ironic, heh? You can’t trust me but you can learn from me. How does that work?”

Yuji’s expression softened, a hint of concern flickering in his eyes as he locked them with hers. “You didn’t want to see me?”

“Of course I did!” Hana’s irritation was palpable, though directed not at Yuji but at the man who should have been mentoring him. “I asked that idiot if I’d be able to see you post-resurrection, and all he could say was that you’d be safer at the school.”

“Hana-” Yuji started, but she cut him off.

“He was hoping you’d convince me to join Jujutsu Tech, then?” Yuji hesitated, his silence hanging heavy in the air. Hana took it as an affirmative, frowning. “Oh, come on!”

She let out a sigh of disbelief, both her astonishment and her frustration etched across her face. Akiwara was genuinely relieved to see Itadori in perfect conditions, yet the games Gojo played were wearing thin on her patience. She was already contemplating his kind offer of joining the school, only to avoid her and her brother’s potential execution. He didn’t need to wave this Yuji-shaped white flag at her.

She really couldn’t stand him.

After a long sigh, Hana voiced her confusion. “I don’t really understand how you can trust him.” Her tone was skeptic. “He comes off as… well, negligent, to put it mildly.”

“He has good intentions and he has yet to let me down.” Yuji tried to reason with her, giving a small smile. “I’m still here, see?”

Hana rubbed her eyes, feeling a bit sleepy. “By some kind of miracle, Yuji.” She stared at him with a grimace.

Her friend grabbed her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “Look, I understand your doubts about Gojo, okay?” He raised his eyebrows, letting his hand rest softly on the couch. “I know he seems uncaring and he’s annoying, not the conventional type of teacher, but he’s been there for me from the start. And it’s not just him, Fushiguro and Kugisaki too, although you don’t know who they are. I’d love for you to meet them, properly, but-” Itadori paused, clearing his throat as if to realign his thoughts. “Um… What I’m trying to say is if you can’t trust him, then at least trust me.”

Hana’s expression softened at his rambling, and she nodded gently. “I trust you, Yuji. Don’t doubt it.”

˖ ⁺ ‧ ₊ ˚ ♡ ˚ ₊ ‧ ⁺ ˖

It was almost dawn and Hana found herself restless, while Yuji was peacefully sleeping in the solitude of her bedroom. Her body was sprawled across the couch, which had become her makeshift bed for the night, as she managed to drift to sleep from time to time. Sometime around the second hour of battling her unusual insomnia, Hana had flicked on the TV, the low murmur of a late-night show serving as a distraction. It filled the silence of the otherwise quiet living room. Her eyes, heavy with the weight of exhaustion, remained glued on the TV as sleep evaded her. The curse user adjusted her blanket and rubbed her eyes, finally feeling them close on their own volition after a few minutes. Maybe this time she wouldn’t wake up in just half an hour.

Just as she turned over on the couch, a creak jolted her to alertness. Sitting up, she scanned the dark corridor leading to the bedrooms, but she wasn’t able to distinguish any shape in the shadows.

“Yuji?” She called out, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Receiving no answer, Hana got up and turned on her heels towards the door, almost colliding with Yuji. The cool-toned light emitted by the television illuminated her friend’s features. His pink hair was tussled, in a wild manner. The slits that were drawn under his eyes were no longer scars, but a second set of eyes. They shone bright red. The numerous markings adorning his skin also alerted Akiwara.

This wasn’t Itadori.

“Not quite.” His words sliced through the silence, breaking Hana from the spell that had her staring at him in shock.

The girl took a step back as the curse possessing her friend stood there, menacingly. Hana wasn’t sure Yuji could look that intimidating.

“What do you want from me?” Her voice was steady, even though she felt her heart pound against her ribcage. She held his stare.

Well, stares. He had many eyes. Which ones was she supposed to look at? It might have been the sleep deprivation what made Hana get lost in the details.

“Just a couple of questions.” Sukuna’s seemingly casual tone brought her back to the present.

Right, there was a murderous, evil being in her living room. Didn’t Satoru say Yuji was able to control Sukuna? Because this surely didn’t look like it. She could wonder about it later, now wasn’t the time.

Hana focused back on him. Said murderous, evil being’s eyes gleamed with a predatory glint, as he inspected her. “It’s almost as if we’ve already had this conversation before.”

Confusion furrowed Hana’s brow. She was pretty sure this was the first time she had ever talked to him. “Why would I tell you anything?”

Sukuna emitted something similar to a twisted, low chuckle. It tensed the curse user further, her body rigid as she stared back at him. “It would be wise to talk, rather than forcing me to resort to other methods, woman.” His head tilted ominously towards her brother’s room in the corridor. Kenji was asleep, unaware of the events that had transpired in the last few hours.

With a reluctant sigh, Hana sat back on the couch, leaving a considerate amount of space between herself and the cursed spirit. The curse settled into it with a pleased smile, an air of regality about him that bordered on the absurd. Hana chose to observe him silently.

He was terrifying, there was no denying that. Now that he controlled Yuji’s body, his cursed energy was more than noticeable. Hana knew his signature all too well, and not only because she had one of his fingers.

Remember Gojo mentioning something about the Akiwara clan’s connections with Sukuna? Well, her clan may or may not have been buddy-buddy with Sukuna during the Heian Era. And those old, now severed, connections may or may not have something to do with those questionable choices her clan made two centuries ago. Nothing too crazy, of course, just contacting one of Sukuna’s old servants and plotting with them.

Yeah, facing Sukuna now, Hana understoodthe Big Three Families’ animosity towards her clan. Yet, that didn’t justify all the killing, all that suffering due to the mistake of a previous generation.

“Now,” Sukuna’s voice was firm as he watched her, too. His smirk didn’t sit well with Hana, “tell me about the Akiwara clan.”

The curse user resisted the urge to panic and replied simply. “Slowly dying. My brother and I are the only ones with remarkable cursed energy, or interest in it for that matter.”

“Yeah, yeah. The Six-Eyes wielder said you were practically extinct.” The curse waved his hand dismissively, almost urging her to get to the point. “And you told the brat the clan was hunted, but why ?”

Hana had believed Sukuna would be completely dormant when not in control, but she supposed it had to be boring to be inside Yuji without anything else to do other than to watch through him. It served him a purpose to be an observer, she realized.

“Well, I guess it was hard to survive when they had the three clans uniting forces against them. Whatever my clan was planning two hundred years ago, just didn’t work out.” Hana paused, her gaze focusing on the people talking on the TV. She missed the flicker of curiosity in Sukuna’s eyes. “My family barely escaped, and they’ve since withdrawn from jujutsu.”

“What a waste.” His tone was disappointed, his curiosity dissolving when Hana met his harsh stare. “You were destined to fail due to your inherent weakness.”

“A millennium of strong sorcerers doesn’t just vanish that easily.” She lifted her eyebrows, challenging. “My brother and I are living proof of that. We’ll restore our family’s honor and all that.”

Sukuna’s amusement was evident. “Ah, right. Your family legacy.” He mocked her.

Hana resisted the urge to roll her eyes, biting back a retort. She didn’t really feel like analyzing whatever the curse was suggesting. He had been trapped in twenty different fingers for over a thousand years, there wasn’t much he could know about her clan that remained true nowadays. Even if he managed to learn something from watching the sorcerers at Jujutsu Tech, Hana doubted it was updated information.

Silence fell then, as Hana refused to engage further. Sukuna leaned forward, his four eyes scrutinizing her closely. He lifted his hand to grasp her chin firmly, forcing her to connect her eyes with his. Hana still didn’t know which set of eyes she should be looking at.

“Don’t even think about using any of my techniques against me.” Sukuna warned, firmly.

Hana nodded, eager to put some space between the curse and her. The murderous, evil being departed as abruptly as he had appeared, leaving Hana to her own devices. She laid back on the couch as confusion washed over her, succumbing to sleep as if nothing had happened.

˖ ⁺ ‧ ₊ ˚ ♡ ˚ ₊ ‧ ⁺ ˖

Faint memories of the previous night lingered in Hana’s mind. They mainly consisted of restless tossing and turning trying to fall asleep after bidding goodnight to Yuji. She woke up with a sore neck to a stern looking Kenji and an apologetic Yuji. Oh, right, she had forgotten her brother didn’t really know Yuji was there.

Kenji’s voice sliced through the morning haze. Who knows for how long they had been standing there before she woke up. “Care to explain what this thing is doing here, huh?” His words instantly snapped Hana into full alertness, making her sit up straight on the couch.

“This thing?” Yuji mumbled, but Hana paid him no mind, instead focusing on her brother’s defensive stance.

Disentangling herself from the blanket that had cocooned around her legs, Hana got up from her seat. “Look, Kenji, I meant to tell you… well, when I woke up.” She explained, attempting to diffuse the clear tension in the living room, but her brother’s glare didn’t waver. “Satoru dropped him off last night, and you were already asleep. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“When it comes to inviting the damned vessel of the King of Curses into our home, I guess I don’t mind being bothered!” Kenji exclaimed, running a hand through his short black hair. The twin duo migrated towards their tiny kitchen and Yuji followed them, hesitantly. “I mean, no offense Yuji, but now you’re a liability. A ticking bomb in the shape of a friendly face.”

“None taken?” Yuji smiled awkwardly, scratching his head.

Said ticking bomb sat on one of the stools as he watched the siblings busy themselves preparing breakfast. Kenji, already dressed in a casual sweater and jeans, contrasted sharply with Hana and Yuji’s pajama-clad forms. Kenji’s hair was styled, whereas Hana’s resembled a bird’s nest. Yuji didn’t need a mirror to know his own hair probably looked the same. Despite having met Kenji only twice before, Yuji was still struck by the uncanny resemblance between the siblings. They were twins, after all. Same black, straight hair and very same gray eyes. They also shared the same short height and all. Yeah, the Akiwara twins weren’t exactly tall, but Yuji wouldn’t be commenting on it anytime soon.

He made that mistake when Hana first introduced him to Kenji, and he wasn’t planning on repeating it. No, thank you.

Yuji noticed he was getting side-tracked when Hana caught his attention, setting a cup of coffee in front of him and placing a package of cookies on the counter. She grabbed the stool next to him and Kenji remained standing, clinging to his own cup of coffee with a thoughtful look.

“Well!” Hana broke the silence that had settled, with a crooked smile. “Kenji, you’re going to be real bothered now: Satoru’s coming sometime this morning.”

“What?” Kenji gasped, his tone accusatory. “You invited him in?”

“No!” The girl shook her head vehemently. “But he was really persistent and I know you’d love to have a few words with him.”

Her brother waved a hand dismissively and sipped from his cup. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Plus, I had to deal with him way too many times.” Hana stated, using a matter-of-fact tone as she took a cookie and dipped it in her coffee. “It was your fault I was back at the warehouse that day!”

“And I already apologized!” Kenji complained, leaning on the counter behind him. “God, just let it go.”

The girl bit her now soggy cookie. “Just after you deal with him.” She mouthed and lifted her eyebrows, stubbornly.

“Fine.” Kenji conceded and drank from his cup.

“Um… Guys?” The siblings stared at Yuji in unison when he spoke. It was creeping him out how similarly they acted, consequences of being an only child, right? “Can I ask why you returned to the warehouse? I mean, you already had the finger.”

Hana pointed an accusing finger at her brother’s direction. “Oh, this anchovy-faced idiot lost an important amulet.”

“You’re anchovy-faced, not me. And I didn't lose it,” Kenji corrected, “I misplaced it after doing the stupid rune you asked me to do.”

“It wasn’t an stupid rune.” His sister rebutted with a frown. “How else would I have found the place again, eh?”

“Ever heard of GPS, eh?” Kenji imitated her tone. “And stop talking, he’s here!”

“You’re the one who started it!”

Yuji’s head turned from sibling to sibling, watching the exchange with a smile. His soft laugh stopped the bickering duo from continuing. “Don’t worry about me, I didn’t understand a single thing of what you just said.”

Both siblings knew that statement was true to an extent. Yuji was a fast learner, he had to have caught something, right? But before they could resume their banter, they were interrupted by the chime of the doorbell, which signaled the arrival of the one person neither twin was particularly eager to confront.

“His stupid teacher is probably going to try to convince you to join the school, so good luck with that.” Hana briefly explained to her brother, quickly getting up from her seat at the stool and leaving behind her unfinished breakfast.

Throwing a peace sign, the girl retreated to her bedroom. She instantly noticed Yuji had neatly made her bed and thanked him mentally, not regretting for a single second having escaped whatever nightmare was going on in the living room. She could barely hear their voices as she started collecting her clothes for the day. After hiding away in the bathroom, she put on a black lace-trimmed top, some black jeans and a pair of comfortable sneakers. She then tackled that tangled hair of hers and completed her morning routine, which concluded with doing her eyeliner and applying mascara. The crusty bits remaining of the previous day’s make-up were easy to wipe away.

Yes, she had forgotten to clean it off with the Yuji delivery and all, sue her.

Now that she remembered, how was Satoru able to get to their floor without ringing from downstairs? It had been bugging her since the previous day. Last time she checked their intercom wasn’t working, maybe the entrance door was broken again and didn’t close properly. Hana ignored her questions regarding the sorcerer and she gestured to Yuji, who promptly headed for the bathroom, leaving her to brace for what might be the worst first meeting she had to witness.

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” Kenji’s voice was what welcomed her when she re-entered the living room.

Her brother was blocking the entryway, failing miserably to shield Hana from the older sorcerer’s keen gaze. That guy was huge, she remembered as she saw him looming in the doorway. His towering figure leaned casually against the disjointed frames, as if he hadn’t been humiliated the previous day. The poor door was proof of what happened.

The man was, once again, not wearing his stupid blindfold. Instead, he had his rectangular, opaque sunglasses on. They weren’t doing much to hide the piercing blue of his eyes, as they stood a bit low on his nose bridge. Now that her initial shock had worn off and she had adjusted to the fact that Satoru did not have six eyes literally, Hana admitted to herself that the irritating man looked normal. He seemed less annoyed than the previous day too, something that she wished was a good sign.

Maybe he wouldn’t be especially difficult today.

The curse user bit the inside of her cheek, walking towards her brother.

“Why not?” Satoru’s voice was light, tinged with amusement, as he smiled sideways. “Oh, hey, Hana! Would you ask your kind brother to invite me in, please? It is rude to leave guests waiting outside.”

Hana couldn’t suppress the eye roll as she stepped up beside Kenji, making him forcefully stop his futile attempts to hide her from the sorcerer. “You’re not a guest, just a nuisance.”

The man pouted, feigning to be hurt by her comment. He tilted his head in a playful manner as he inspected her, his white hair following his movements. “I do recall you inviting me to talk to your brother.”

“To talk, precisely.” Hana nodded. “Which you’re managing to do just fine over there, so I don’t really see why we should invite you in. Right, Kens?”

“Right, Hans.” Kenji echoed, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” Hana furrowed her frown, glancing sideways at her brother.

“And I told you to stop calling me that, too.” He shot back, mimicking her.

The banter was interrupted by the sorcerer’s mocking chiding tone. “Now, now. Don’t start fighting, children.”

“Shut up.” Both twins retorted in unison, turning to stare at him.

Gojo just ignored their order, changing the subject. “Where did Itadori go?”

“He’s in the bathroom.” The older Akiwara replied simply, looking at him unimpressed. He had literally seen him go when she arrived.

“Did anything happen out of the ordinary?” Gojo shrugged at her glare and continued his interrogation, his gaze sharp on her.

Hana blinked a few times. “Nope.” The words rolled on her tongue, her mind feeling dizzy, but she couldn’t think of anything worth mentioning. She had a bad night’s sleep and that was all.

“Alright, then.” The man nodded to himself, seemingly satisfied with her answer. “Can I come in now?”

Hana and Kenji exchanged a look. The girl shrugged and mimicked Satoru’s pout, pointing at him. Her brother replied by rolling his eyes and nodding. If they ever decided to revoke the sorcerer of his entering privileges, they could easily just put up the barrier again.

But they weren’t going to tell him so.

Gojo already looked insulted enough by their sign language, which both Akiwara siblings very much did on purpose. You see, Kenji had been dying to annoy this asshole for a while. After all, he had been pestering his sister. It was only fair he tested his limits.

“The verdict is,” Kenji faced Satoru again, looking at him with a stern look, “you’ll be able to enter only if you promise you won't be a threat to my sister or me.”

“And you two won't be threats either?” Satoru raised an eyebrow, his eyes dancing from Kenji to Hana.

“Fair enough.” Kenji shrugged and stepped aside, followed by Hana. “Come on in.”

Satoru Gojo was perplexed by the twins’ thought process, yet he didn’t comment on it. He had been invited in, which gave him a false sense of security that the Akiwara noticed. In contrast to the previous day, Satoru was able to cross the threshold without any inconvenience. It was a wonder how they used runes to their will.

Now that he was inside of the house, he took off his sunglasses to see .

The first thing he searched for was Yuji’s aura, which -true to Hana’s words- was located a room over, the bathroom. The kid was probably enjoying his time away from the situation unfolding in the living room. Satoru had to admit, things were progressing better than he had anticipated. Sure, Kenji was more annoying than Hana, but it was manageable. They were stepping into the right direction, he hoped. His attention then shifted to the siblings. It was then when he realized the disproportionate cursed energies in front of him. Hana’s signature almost completely overshadowed her brother’s. Kenji had far less cursed energy than his sister, which didn’t come as a surprise for Satoru given Hana’s evident overprotectiveness of her sibling.

The man in front of him crossed his arms, shifting uncomfortably in his place before his sister. Satoru put his lenses back on.

“I know what you’re seeing, but don’t be fooled by it.” He spoke firmly, acknowledging the sorcerer’s stare. “My cursed energy might be minimal, but that doesn’t mean it’s useless. I specialize in making runes and barriers, just like the one that kept you out.” He then turned to Hana. “My sister is basically a vacuum for cursed energy.”

Hana rolled her eyes, sitting on the couch. Kenji followed suit, perching on the armrest despite his sister’s disapproving glare.

“I prefer to think of myself as an expert in mimicking techniques, but yeah, that works too.” Hana shrugged nonchalantly. “I have a feeling you already knew what we do because you recognized our clan, so please do tell me, why are you so focused on getting us to enroll in Jujutsu Tech?”

“There isn’t much intel about your clan nowadays, but I’m well aware of your family’s history with sorcerers.” Satoru admitted, steeping further into the home that had pretty much thrown him out the door the previous day. “Let’s just say I have a thing for lost causes.”

Yuji.

“So not puppets, eh?” Hana mocked him, sinking into the cushions as she watched her brother look at him in confusion. Gojo did seem like a puppet kind of guy.

“I guess Itadori told you about my unorthodox methods.” The sorcerer nodded to his student.

The pink-haired sorcerer just arrived at the scene, preparing himself for the worst. Only to find his teacher, his friend and his friend’s brother chatting inside the house. Itadori didn’t know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing that Gojo had been invited in.

“So, Kenji, you made an artifact to cloak yourselves.” The Akiwara twins’ attention shifted from Itadori back to Gojo. “It was what you,” he pointed at Hana, “were using when we first met, right?”

The woman put a loose strand of hair behind her ear, nodding nonetheless. He was quite sharp, she noted.

“Observant much?” Kenji chuckled, raising his eyebrows. The sorcerer was asking many, many questions. It was likely he had been telling the truth about not knowing much about them, now seeking answers to his theories. “But no, I didn’t make it per se.”

“The amulet you lost and Hana had to get back?” Yuji interjected as he took a seat next to Hana.

Hana sighed in confirmation. “Yes, the reason why we’re here right now.” She explained and gave him a look before turning to Satoru back again. “That’s a secret recipe we can’t disclose, sorry. Get to the point, now.”

“Right.” Satoru smiled, back on business. None of the siblings enjoyed that grin. “What would it take for you to consider joining Jujutsu Tech?”

It was Kenji’s cue to leave, the younger twin anticipated.

He abandoned his spot on the armrest, looking at an imaginary watch on his wrist. “This has been great and all, but I really should get going.” He walked towards the door, just passing by Satoru. “Dear sister of mine, since he has already been invited in, dispose of him however you seem fit when you’re done. Bye!”

And, with that, her brother was out of the door.

˖ ⁺ ‧ ₊ ˚ ♡ ˚ ₊ ‧ ⁺ ˖

previous - ao3 link - masterlist - next

comments and suggestions are highly appreciated!

ty for reading <3

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo x oc x geto #satoru gojo x oc #gojo satoru #suguru geto isn't kenjaku #suguru geto x oc #geto suguru #fix it au #alternative universe everybody lives #no kenjaku #ryomen sukuna #yuji itadori #eventual smut #fluff and crack #aged up characters

15 notes · View notes