#and nobody can stop me drawing these two cuties

[echoingvoice]

am i the only one who ships foster and jensen? yeah? just me? okay...

[softpatts]

꒦꒷ִֶָ· . the obey me characters preferred nicknames (as well as their reactions because i cant stay on topic)

warnings: none !!

fandom: Obey Me!

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ᜊʕ っ◞ ˕ ◟c ʔ.. ♡︎ 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠: ayee im,, not dead ^^; im soso sorry for not posting- havent had much motivation to write latley,, as you can probably tell !! so again,, sorry !! but have these,, kinda shitty headcanons ~ !! <3

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𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛:

- hes really old fashioned with pet names

- will automatically call you "Darling",, no i dont take criticism

- as the relationship progresses hell call you more,, such as sweetheart,, doll,, mine,, pos s i b l y babydoll though im a bit iffy on that one

- hes just a sucker for nicknames like those,, the old sappy ones,, and god the way he says it fits perfectly,, just the slight accent he puts into it is,, mWAH

- as for him,, he doesnt have any preffered nicknames,, but something about the way his name sounds coming out of your mouth

- god he loves it so much

- though besides his name his favorite would probably be darling/my love

- it seems so intimate and he loves how hes the only one you call that,, nobody else

𝙼𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗:

- weve seen what this man calles MC,, his human,, he likes most nicknames as long as theres "my" in front of it

- though the ones he called you most are stupid,, idiot,, dummy,, you can see the pattern

- while that i s how he expresses his love,, if he sees its bothering you even the slightest bit hell stop right away

- hes pretty rough with affection,, but he wILL call you doll,, no doubt about it

- and the way it soUN D S AAA it sounds so pretty and god its just,, wow

- when it comes to calling HIM nicknames,, he loves being called baby (or baby boy,, but hell never admit to that one)

- no matter how long you two have been together hell get extremely blushy n flustered whenever you call him that,, hell tell you to shut up,, spoiler alert he doesnt want you to

- please keep calling him that he loves it akdhsk

𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚒:

- hes extremely akward with it at first,, and youll probably have to bring it up first

- i feel like hell call you his "irl waifu" alot,, or hell call you his "henry"

- though in the private of his or your room,, hell call you really sappy names like princess,, baby,, or anything with "my" in front of it,, though he only really calls you baby when youre teasing him

- hell stretch out the "y" n say it in a really whiny voice aA

- the first time he called you princess was one night,, after staying up for days on end,, he finally crashed,, he was close to passing out while leaning against you

- though before he fell asleep you heard him whisper a soft "night princess" AND OH MY GOD AKDHSK

- switching to him now,, he loves it when you call him handsome,, or your prince

- every time itll make his heart soar and hell turn into a fumbling blushy mess,, like mammon he wILL call you stupid,, and tell you to shut up

- once agAIN DONT- DONT SHUT UP HE LOVES IT

- theres been many occasions where hes accidentally called you a really cheesy cutsey nickname in front of mammon,, and god he never lets it go

- hell tease levi endlessly,, mocking him in a wierd voice that you assume was supposed to be levis..?

- but no matter how much he gets teased for it,, he loves being called pet names

𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗:

-hell definitely call you kitty,,, doesn’t matter where,, in the bedroom,, in front of his brothers,, even in the presence of Lord Diavolo himself

- he thinks it fits !! seeing as he likes cats,,, and likes you even more,, what better than to call you his kitty??

- I feel like he’s also the type of person to call you baby,, but in a really deep n fancy voice,, fancy?? I think that’s right AKDHSK

- but he loves your reactions,, no matter if it’s getting extremely flustered,, or you doing it right back to him !!

- the first time Lucifer heard him call you kitty,, mans spit out his drink- he was,, surprised to say the least??

- after that it just pissed him off,, so aye another reason to keep calling you his kitty !!

- he enjoys any nicknames,, though if you call him master- WOOH lemme just say this man will go feral aA he loves it,, he’ll get flustered if it’s in a public setting though- he’s all for calling you embarrassing nicknames but when you flip it around all of a sudden he’s against it 😞

- (just saying,, thats a lie- he loves it when you call him that in public akdhdk he likes people knowing he’s yours as much as you’re his !!

𝙰𝚜𝚖𝚘:

-he calls you baby,, precious,, cutie,, all tho s e akdhsk 

- hell do it in a real,y high pitched,, almost baby voice n it’s sweet at first,, but gets annoying when he wONT SHUT UP

- if he knows it annoys you,, no he won’t stop,, he’ll do the opposite in fact,, he’ll do it even more !!

- if you start getting “angry” he’ll drape himself over you n try to kiss you while saying “you know you love meeee” drawing out the e

- when he does that the others swear he drunk,, actually drunk?? no,, love drunk?? yes,, yes very much

- he loves you,, and he’s not gonna stop showing you exactly how much he loves you !!

- now that’s what he calls you,, but ypu calling hIM nicknames ><

- he lOVES LO V E S it when you call him things like "pretty boy" "cutie" "handsome"

- they just make his heart flutter,,, and though he may get those all the time,, them coming from you just makes it an absolute gift

- hell often retort back with one of your nicknames

- "what are ya doing handsome??"

- "nothing really cutie~ i was planning on going to this new salon that opened up though,, would you like to come?"

- something about you calling him nicknames just,, mwah !!

- he also loves when you call his personality pretty,, or compliment his personality/traits,, hes used to compliments about his physical body,, but hi m and what he can actually do makes his heart flutter,, and hed actually get somewhat flustered !!

𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚕:

- He definitley calls you sth food related,, his creampuff,, dumpling,, honey,, sweetheart,, just really sweet n nice nicknames,,, he loves the way it sounds when he talks to you

- the first time he called you that was in the kitchen,, he had heard satan talking about these things that were common in relationships called "pet names"

- so you walked into the kitchen one night n it was the first thing that came to his mine

- "hey there creampuff,,"

- wh a t

- you had to do a double take,, but,, after a few seconds you answered

- "is something wrong??" please he thought he made you uncomfy,, or satan was wrong,,,

- "no !! i just,,, wansnt expecting that from you"

- hell call you nicknames ALOT

- first thing in the morning,, randomly in the hallway,, just anytime hes able to hell call you nicknames,, its gone to the point where hell rarley call you by your actual name

- he loves it when you call him "my man",, "baby",, "sweetheart",, but his favorite would have to be "my love"

- nicknames with "my" in them make his heart flutter

- the first time you called him a nickname he froze up and got all blushy

- he didnt at all exepect that,, and you sounded so casual??? what???

- he pulled you over you him,, wrapped his arms around you,, and rested his head on top of yours

- he didnt let go for,, quite a while

𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚎:

- belphie isnt actually one for nicknames,,, he doesnt think it makes any sense,, why should he call you anything other than your name??

- though if you ask,, or it comes up at all that you want him to call you something,, hell do it without hesitation- aksjak

- he calls you sleepyhead. No i dont take criticism- it doesnt matter if you nap as much as him or not hes calling you sleepyhead

- i feel like he also might call you his light,, or his sunshine,, just because of how he met you,,, n how at some points you seem like the only good thing in his life at that moment,,,

- "i love you, my light,, more than i could ever tell you."

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAA GOD PLEASE AKSJAJS

- as for you calling him nicknames,, he could really care less,, as long as its from you he loves it

- one of his favorites is "my moon" you just,, came up with it one day,, and he stuck with it,, and its gotten to the point where hell barley answer to his own name,, which can get him in a bit of trouble

- "belphie !! get yer ass up and help me with this !!"

- "belphie."

-"BELPHIE!!"

- "hm? Oh were you saying something?"

- "yes i called your name like a hundred times or somethin !!"

- sometimes he just doesnt answer you when you call him by his name,, and hell wait and stare at you until you until you call him by his nickname

𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠 🏷️:

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[neo-culture-mafia]

Mafia!NCT 127 Reaction to You Coloring Their Tattoos

Hyuck + Mark in the Dream Reaction

not proofread yet

[ posted 09 / 10 / 2020 ]

Taeyong

He had no hesitation letting you color his tattoos. "Have fun, babe." He pinched your cheek and relaxed under the big tree you were both sitting under. Today was a cool and relaxing day as Taeyong had thrown all his plans away to be with you all day.

The dragon on his bicep was now stained in hues of purple and green with accents of neon yellow creeping up his shoulder. "So, besides today, how have you been lately?" His gaze swayed from you to the inside of his eyelids as he was drifting to sleep slowly. "Okay, I suppose. Work is annoying." You laughed and his heart twinged with love. "My students are definitely taking advantage of the wedding to slack off with their work." You chuckled and Taeyong took notice of the cool metal ring that laid on your left hand. It had never looked more magical than right now. The wedding was a fairytale story to think about in another time and place. It was the talk of the town. There wasn’t a reason the students shouldn’t be talking about it.

"They're kids. They're going to goof off for a while." He laughed and looked down at his arm. The color stuck inside the lines and stained your hands wildly. Your yawn brought his attentive eyes to your sleepy frame. "Tired, already?" He laughed as you could only shrug with a sheepish grin stuck on your face.

"Come here. Let's just rest for a little bit then." He pushed the markers into the grass and his arm wrapped itself around your waist as he pulled you down and into his side. You couldn't fight it as your ear was filled with the sound of his mellowing heartbeat. His fingers danced in your hair and danced along the curves of your cheekbones till he knew you were fast asleep.

He stayed awake just looking at your angelic features as the sight of his multi-colored arm shifted his focus. It was so meaningless to you but he loved it as he knew that it came from your heart and mind.

It was you-- perfect.

Taeil

"If I have to sit through one more of these stupid underboss meetings then I swear I'm going to go ballistic-" Taeil cut you off with a laugh. "I don't want caviar and fancy fish with wine! I want chicken nuggets shaped like dinosaurs with a coke!" You whined as he walked in the bedroom, one hand shoving the dress shirt underneath the hem of his dress pants.

"I know, cutie. Just a couple more meetings this week then I promise I'll take a week off and we can go and take a vacation." He pulled your hands and guided you to the bathroom where an elegant dress hung on the hooks of the door. Matching with Taeil was something you looked forward to with events like these. Yet, the event itself was throwing you off.

You got dressed and stared at yourself in the mirror. The thin red spaghetti straps danced on your shoulders as it contrasted with your dark black tattoos. The heels were uncomfortable as they carried you through the door and to the base meeting house.

You sat between Taeil and Johnny who decided to come alone and without his wife. 'lucky bitch' you thought. Taeil's hand protectively gripped the inside of your thigh. The stares of the foreign feeling underbosses littered across the room. Their aura made a shiver go down your spine as Taeil read out the news from Neo Culture's territory.

Your hand rested on top of his as your thoughts drowned out your husband's usually sweet voice. You traced the tattoos on his hand lightly with your finger. You grabbed an extra pen from Johnny's seat place and started to add onto Taeil's tattoos. The red and blue inks clashed with each other even though they laid right by one another.

Taeil gripped your wrist harshly to get you to stop but the spiteful feeling sparked in your head. You grabbed his hand with your other hand and forced it on your lap. You continued drawing and coloring the shapes and words with a vengeful attitude coursing through your veins.

A break was reached and all the underbosses were dismissed from the meeting room to the dining room where food was going to be served. Yet, once the room was cleared he grabbed your wrists once more. "What the hell are you doing?"

You automatically started to pout as you deemed that this wasn't fun anymore. "I was just trying to get your attention." You mumbled as you got up and walked out of the big wooden doors. Taeil sighed and took a deep breath. He looked down to see hearts of blue and red around your initials he had tattooed on his thumb. Tiny cartoon characters danced across his hand and he realized he was overreacting.

He got up to go after you and caught you walking slowly to the dining room. He came up behind you and slipped a hand on your lower hip. "I'm sorry, baby." Taeil sighed and kissed your cheek warmly.

You shook your head and leaned into him. "No, I shouldn't have kept going when you said to stop. I'm sorry." You confided as you both turned into the room where everyone was already seated. "Here, how about this," he whispered. "Eat a little bit of food then me and you can go out for burgers after everyone leaves." He said and the look on your face gave him the energy to get through the next hour and a half.

"Really?" You asked and he nodded. You grabbed his face and gently kissed his cheek. "Now you have my seal of approval." You laughed as you rubbed the faint mark of lipstick off of his face.

You sat down ready to shove down the nasty fish eggs and wine that was about to be served.

Johnny

Nobody understood how Johnny got you to be his wife. Everyone thought that the differences would've drowned out the connection. Yet, anybody who doubted was silenced when they spent an hour with you both. The strongness of Johnny seemed minimalized whenever you walked into the room. It was quite magical.

You and Johnny sat on the 127 squad jet, bound towards New York where you both would be staying for 3 months for protection. The family was threatened with the wives and partners coming under the harshest threats.

Johnny took you and didn't look back. You were working an 18-hour shift at the hospital and he came with no warning. Just grabbed you and left.

Jaehyun and his wife were on the way to Connecticut while Mark and his girlfriend were on their way to New York too. Johnny, Mark, and Jaehyun were to meet in New York in their respective spaces to set out a plan of action. After that, Mark would spend a month in New York, then go up to Toronto, spending his last months in Vancouver. Johnny is splitting the trip up into half in New York, the rest in Chicago. Jaehyun was taking his chances by staying in Connecticut. Yet, he said he wouldn't hesitate running West if needed.set out a plan of action. The sudden news threw you off guard.

You sat with Johnny in the back of the plane in dead silence. "I'm scared." You admitted. "Why?" He asked as he turned his phone off and threw it on the table in front of both of you.

You curled up on the couch next to him, latching onto his arm protectively.  "Nothing is going to happen, sweetie." He came up to twirl your hair calmly as your heart started to race more. It was too quiet.

"Here, let's find something to do." He sighed and stood up, rummaging through the closets and storage of the plane. In a moment he returned with a pack of markers. "No paper." He frowned and sat back down with a tired sigh.

You reached forward to bring the thin cardboard box into your hands. You felt his hand rest on the small of your back as you pulled the markers out and twirled them in-between your fingers.

You looked to him to see his head leaned back and eyes shut. You grabbed his suit jacket and tugged. His head snapped up and it took him a minute to understand what you were getting at. "Oh." He sighed and shook the material off of his torso.

A simple t-shirt had been hidden underneath his blazer as you laid your eyes on his tattoos. He didn't have any hesitation as he rolled up his already short sleeves and got comfortable.

He was preoccupied with his phone as you hummed to yourself. You traced the sunflower in green and made tie-dye art on his forearms. Johnny was content with the silence and the fact he knew that you were okay and occupied.

"Wanna listen to some music, babe?" He asked as he opened his music app. "Duh." He clicked the playlist you had made for him and laughed as he watched you sing terribly into the marker. He studied your figure and facial expressions as you got caught up in coloring again. "This dragon is now going to have whiskers." You nodded but stopped quickly. "Or a mustache?" You looked at Johnny and he shrugged. "He'd look cute with some whiskers." You took the idea and plopped whiskers on the face of the dragon.

An associate who tagged along for the trip came into the back room with refreshments for the two of you. You both gladly accepted and were left alone again. "Gummy bears?" These are perfect. He threw the package at you but it went untouched as you kept drawing.

He could only laugh to himself as he opened the package for you and pulled a singular bear out. Johnny held it to your lips and was happy to you take it without much thought. You finally were happy with your artistic decisions and showed Johnny the finished piece.

"It's so nice, y/n!" He smiled and it felt like your brain was mush. You sat next to him with a content smile and a small yawn.

"Tired already?" at which you could only shrug as a response. "Then let's just watch some videos and relax." He kicked his feet up and pulled you so you were on his lap.

Johnny's phone played random videos as you latched onto him and went to sleep. He took some photos to set as his wallpaper and ultimately decided to join you in a nice nap.

(rrruuudddeee)

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Yuta

"Yuta!" You called as you stepped into the large house. "I believe he's in the gazebo or his office, Miss." One of the worked associates greeted you at the front door. He grabbed the bags from your arms as you bowed politely. "Thank you so much." You were off towards the back of the house to find your husband.

"Yuta-!" You called as you rounded the corner of the house and into the back yard. The gazebo that laid just beyond the wood bridge that sat above the koi fish river-- was empty. You stopped and stared for a moment. You were sure that this is where he'd be.

"Up here, my love." A voice made you jump as you looked up to see Yuta at his office balcony. "Oh. Hi!" You waved as his eyes squinted in a smile. "How was your day out?" He asked as he brought his teacup up to his lips. "It was wonderful! I have something to show you!" You called and held up a small shopping bag in your hand. "I'll be right up!" You raced back into the house and up the stairs to where he already stood waiting for you in the doorway to his office.

"What's so amazing that you found today?" His eyebrow raised and you opened the bag quickly. "But first-" He interrupted you as he grabbed your face gently and gave you a passionate kiss. "What's this for?" You asked as he continued to stare at your face lovingly. "Just happy to see you is all." He smiled as his hands found their way into his pockets.

"Now, show me." He motioned to one of your hands that was stuck in the bag you held. You were brought back to reality and pulled the plastic package out of the bag.

"...Markers?" He asked and his tone of voice made you laugh. "Not just any markers. They're tattoo markers. They're safe for the skin." You corrected him and he rolled his eyes. "You're still on this?" Yuta asked with an amused expression. "Of course I am! This was the deal." You said shoving them into his hands so he could inspect the box.

He read the back and he had to admit...you were right.

"You said I could color your tattoos IF I found tattoo markers. Safe for the skin and everything!" He knew you did it...and that he had to hold up his part of the deal. "Okay fine." He sighed as he handed the package back. "Yay! Thank you!" You jumped and laid a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"We can do it later before dinner." He agreed and watched you skip happily down the hall.

---- "Finally! You take forever." You sighed as you moved your sunglasses up your nose. The grass tickled your bare legs as Yuta sat next to you. "I couldn't help it. Taeyong didn't want to hang up the phone." You stood on your knees and moved behind Yuta. Your hands gently rubbed his shoulders as his head fell in an exasperated manner.

"I hate to burst your bubble, Yuta. But, I called you out here for the deal. Not a massage." He whined as he flopped down on the grass, his t-shirt lifting on his back. His head rested on his folded arms as you silently cheered.

"If this stains, I will make sure to throw out all color in your life. Your life will be a dull kaleidoscope-" "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, you big baby." You laughed and opened your pouch full of the tattoo markers.

You lifted the back of his shirt more till the full picture was revealed. A full mural was printed on his back with black ink that curved and straightened out into different objects. A dragon with demons following was the full picture...a dark reality...that you were going to make colorful.

You sat on his lower back and got to work filling in the different parts of the dragon. Every once in awhile he would spasm and try to make you mess-up. Yet, with a tug on his hair, he would become limp and obedient again.

"I'm almost done." Was the phrase that almost made him weep with joy. "Finally." He let it slip and he felt a tug on his hair again. "Ow." He rubbed his head. He could feel you draw and move the felt-tipped weapons on his back.

"Finished." You cheered and grabbed his phone to take a picture. You showed it to him and ombre scaled decorated the dragon with the demon's faces were colored red and blue. It looked nice. He saw a couple of smiley faces hidden in there and felt like everything looked complete.

"Okay, my turn now!" He yelled and grabbed your arm. He pulled you to the ground and grabbed the black marker that was in your hand. "Yuta, no." You tried fighting him. "This wasn't apart of the deal." You thrashed but he pinned you under his body weight. "Excuse me? Sorry, I don't speak Japanese." His Korean rambled off quickly from his tongue. You decided to just deal with it as he took his time drawing a mustache on your face along with random doodles he could think of.

He finally stopped his antics and took a picture with his phone to look at afterward. "You look so cute, look!" He pulled up the picture and shoved it in your face. "I look gross man!" You ridiculed but he wrapped you up in his arms quickly,

"My gross man."

Doyoung

"I thought they were going to be here already." You whined as your head hit the wall behind you. "Oh, can you stop whining for once?" He groaned as he took off his bulletproof vest. The air seemed to be getting thinner as the seconds ticked past. He stretched his legs out so they touched the opposite wall of the tiny bank vault. The velvet flooring seemed sticky as it felt like your chest was getting heavier.

You stood up and went to the closed door. Kicking and banging seemed like the only viable option. You pounded and kicked as hard and as much as you could with no luck. Tears stained your eyes as you turned around to look for another option out of here. "It's getting smaller." You whispered and Doyoung took the opportunity. "You're right, y/n. I can feel the walls pushing in!" He yelled and started to thrash and roll around on the ground. You could swear that the walls were shrinking and coming closer together. You dropped to the floor with your hands over your head, ready to be crushed by the vault walls.

Doyoung was pissed and vengeful in the beginning but now he just felt bad. You sat there silently crying as you rocked yourself back and forth. Doyoung sat opposite of you and just stared, waiting for you to snap out of it, yet, there was no hope as he watched you bring your legs closer to your chest.

He pushed your shoulder and you backed away from him quickly. "Calm down. You're wasting our air." He deadpanned. You could only nod and wipe the tears away from your eyes.

"Wanna play tic-tac-toe?" He asked and you looked around, surprised he was asking in a moment like this. "Um-" He didn't wait for an answer and grabbed your legs-- pulling you closer to where he sat.

Doyoung reached into your vest you were wearing and pulled an assortment of permanent markers out. You wiped the rest of your tears and grabbed the orange marker out of his hand. He lifted the sleeve of his long shirt and created the grid in black ink. "Wanna go first?" He asked and you took the opportunity to land an 'X' in the grid.

He followed soon after you and in no time-- he won.

Another game and another and another till no space was left. An hour had passed and you were still stuck in the bank vault.

"Fine. You win this tournament. But, I know I'll win next time." Doyoung said laying back and closing his eyes. The sweat from his bangs dripped down the side of his face.

The bottom of his shirt lifted and you could see the familiar black ink on his side. "Stop staring at me like that, pervert. I have rights." He pulled his shirt down and you let a laugh rip through your chest.

"Chill. I was just looking at your tattoo." You said and he shrugged. "What about 'em?" He asked as his eyes closed once more. "Nothing. Just looking," you sighed, "I wanted to be a tattoo artist before all of this." You motioned around the velvet interior. One eye peeked open and he looked suspiciously at your figure. "Are you any good?"

You stood on your knees and lifted your shirt so he could see the piece you were in the middle of finishing. Dragon and koi fish laid on your ribs in red ink.

"Woah." He lifted himself closer and gently touched the healing ink. "You did this yourself?" You nodded as he inspected it for a good minute.

"Give me one!" He said and shoved the red sharpie in your hand. He didn't give you time before laying on his side in a straight line. He lifted the side of his shirt and waited patiently.

You shrugged, finding nothing else better to do. He already had black ink staining his skin so you decided to add on. It was another simple dragon but it fit his character and personality perfectly.

Time seemed to slow as he tried to take a sneak peek of the masterpiece you were currently working on. He planned to take a picture later and get it done, yet, it would have to be in secret.

All of a sudden, the door popped open and cool air filled the small compartment. "Welcome back to Earth." Chenle greeted. You capped the marker and grabbed your vest as quickly as Doyoung.

You both high-tailed it out of the bank and into the street where the van was waiting with open doors. Doyoung and you jumped and rolled onto the back-ground of the van and the door was slammed shut by Jaehyun.

"Sorry about that. Jungwoo spilled Sprite on the control panel." Jaehyun explained and a guilty-looking Jungwoo sat in the passenger seat, not making eye contact.

"Woah. You got a new tattoo?" Jaehyun lifted Doyoung's shirt up more to see the red dragon you had drawn.

"Eventually."

(tf is this?? i’m not even correlating the gif with the story...because what in the actual fuck is THIS????)

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Jaehyun

He was a very demanding man with particular tastes. You sat by yourself in your underground shop when a swarm of men came in all at once. They lead the way for a man in a sharp business suit.

I'm about to get shut down...aren't I?

He looked at you for a moment before looking around and coming towards you. "Are you the shop owner?" His voice was smooth with undertones of threatening. "Depends on who's asking," I answered honestly, "If it's for ink work or compliments: me. If you have any problems then I'll turn you over to my manager, Lucifer." You wiped down the glass counter in front of you. His chuckle rang sliced through the thick tension.

"Lucifer." You sang and made kissy noises. A long black haired cat hopped onto the glass counter next to you, hissing at the men and laying on its back. His back stretched as his paws grew long and pointy nails only for a moment. "Oh be nice, Luci." You called and picked the cat up in your arms.

"So how can we help you today?" You smiled and the man looked at you and sighed. "This will do." He called over his shoulder and you heard a bang of your shop door. Men walked around you to your workroom and began going through your papers. "Do you have any affiliations with any gangs in the local or surrounding areas?" The man asked as you dropped the cat onto the glass.

"No." You blurted and it was met with a smile. "Well, you have caught the interest of Neo Culture-" "Oh hell no." You shook your head and came around the counter. You pointed towards the staircase that was capped with the 'exit' door. "Leave." You demanded, yet, he stood still.

"I don't think you understand how this works." His smile made you shiver. "You were picked. You can't just...refuse." He motioned to the room. "You are on Neo Culture property and territory. You will work for us in exchange for a pretty...hefty amount of cash-" "And a bullet in my head if another gang comes by?" You questioned with your arms crossed over your chest. "Well, you don't need to worry about that till they show up...do you?" His reasoning made you angry.

"I just want a simple fill-in today. And if you do well, then you'll be taken care of." He went into his coat pocket and pulled out a stack of paper. "Rent, bills, groceries, and spending money. Not to mention guaranteed protection from the most feared crime family in the Asiatic continent." He smiled as he handed over the piece of paper.

You looked at it and it was of a dragon that needed to be shaded and filled in. You knew that you needed to do this...or say bye-bye to your shop and dreams.

You sighed and looked at Lucifer who sat grooming himself.

"It's all clear, sir." One of the men popped his head out of the back curtain. The man smiled at you and stuck out his hand. "Do we have a deal?" He asked and you regretted the decision as you felt your hand reach itself out in front of you. "Deal." You sighed and you lead him back to the workroom.

He made himself comfortable as he draped his jacket across the waiting chair and unbuttoned the bottom of his shirt. He lifted his business shirt until a blank tattoo was shown on the front section of his ribs.

You got yourself ready off of what the paper described. Black and red shading with a black streak thrown across the dragon's eyes. 1-2-7 was bent across the dragon's stomach as 5 stars surrounded the head of the dragon mimicking a crown.

"Lucifer. Out." You called and the cat meow'd before walking out of the curtain. "Want to listen to music while I work?" You asked and he shook his head 'no' as he preoccupied himself on his phone.

You worked quickly and efficiently as he didn't dare look at your work.

2 hours went by and you were done. "Finished." You said standing up and disposing of the used needles. He stood up and looked into the body-length mirror on the other side of the room. "Woah." Was all you heard.

"This is good work." He said and you awkwardly smiled while coming closer to him with saniderm and healing gel. "Take off the saniderm underwater, so I suggest a shower and apply the gel gently. Change the saniderm at the same time tomorrow then after that you can wait up to 6 days after to change." You explained as you rubbed the gel on the tattoo and stuck a big square of saniderm on his torso.

"Why, thank you,-" "y/n." You cut him off and you could see him smile as you turned away.

"Nice name." He smiled, "Thanks...I guess." You shrugged. "Well, some other members will be in for some days to come. Money has already been left under your counter." He redressed as you cleaned up your station.

"I hope to see you soon, y/n." He smiled and walked off in an eerie aura. You heard your shop door open and close.

You rested your hands on your counter and let a huge sigh escape your chest. Meow.

You looked over to see Lucifer peeking his head in.

"I know. He was really weird."

(back tf up?? in the middle of a pandemic??)

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Jungwoo

"Stop running away from me you tree!" You leaped from the couch and onto your boyfriend's back. "No! You'll never catch me!" He tried to shake you off of him, yet, you latched onto him as tight as you could.

"Damn your koala grip." He tried to swing his body around and throw you to the ground. Your hands went to cover his eyes as you began to panic. "Quit moving so fast!" You pleaded and he stopped abruptly. You scrambled off of his back and just sat with your legs outstretched on the floor.

You looked up at him with a look that could kill. "Just let me have fun." You pushed yourself off the floor and pointed a finger in his face. "You can. Just not on me." He moved your hand away from his face.

You groaned and sat on the couch in a huff. "You're no fun, Woo." You muttered and he couldn't help but smile at your pouty nature.

"Sure. Whatever you say, cutie." He said excusing himself down the hall. You heard the door to the bedroom close and you were left alone. You were going to color those damn tattoos even if it killed you. You turned on the TV and watched some shows. 40 minutes had passed and you knew that Jungwoo had to be asleep.

You snuck to the closet by the kitchen and threw the door open to find the bucket of markers. You grabbed your favorite out of the selection and were off down the hall.

The door was silent as you swung it open quickly. Jungwoo laid passed out on top of the sheets. His arms were folded underneath his head as you watched his chest rise and fall slowly...in a serene manner...but it was too calm. Chaos and fun were needed.

Tip-toeing was your best option as you swiftly made yourself over. You watched his eyes roam the inside of his eyelids as you realized he was completely knocked out.

You crawled on your space of the bed and uncapped the marker with a slight struggle. The pop made Jungwoo's eyelids squeeze and release quickly.

Your heart was filled with a mischievous attitude as you softly traced along the stars that were placed on his inner bicep. Pinks and oranges were plopped onto his skin as he laid unconscious.

A couple of cartoon characters and messages later you were bored. "Guess you are right. I really do have the mind of a goldfish." You mused quietly as you closed the marker and shoved them off the bed.

You laid across Jungwoo's torso and rolled onto him so he could wake-up. "It's like watching a toddler, I swear." He groaned as he grabbed you and didn't let go.

"I could've sworn that coloring would've kept you busy for at least an hour." He sighed and you just looked at him as if he had grown 5 heads. "I'm not stupid, y/n. Don't look at me like that." Jungwoo laughed and pinched your cheek.

He held onto your waist with one arm as he examined what you had drawn on the other. "Awe they're so cute." He mused and you looked at your work once more.

"Can I get a tattoo?" You asked and he only looked at you. "Do what you feel is right, but please...please think it through." He sighed and held onto you with both hands.

"Deal."

(ooo...fluffy looking jungwoo)

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Cutie Pie | Sweet Pea

Hey Lovelies! Still updating from my Wattpad! Today’s feature: Sweet Pea! On another note; I think I’m going to open my requests for Thanksgiving! What do y’all think? All my love!!

Description: Y/n, Southside sweetheart, thinks Sweet Pea despises her. He really, really, does not.

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Female!Reader

Warnings: Hints at smut but not really

Word count: 3k

Tags: Fluff, angst

Toni groans and throws another top on the growing pile of shirts that she has deemed unwearable. You had seen nothing wrong with it, a flowing pink blouse with cream polka dots. To her, however, it was too girly. You had scoffed at that. There's nothing wrong with femininity, she of all people should understand that. Maybe if she had wanted something that screams masculinity she should have raided Sweet Pea's closet instead of yours.

The Serpents seem to think there is something wrong with being girly though, looking down on anyone who dares wear anything pink or flowery and definitely anyone who wears both at the same time. You roll your eyes at that every time. You, a teenage Serpent yourself, are perhaps the most "girly" person to have ever set foot on Southside grounds. You take pride in that, wearing your Serpent jacket over all the ballerina skirts and pretty pink bralettes that your flowery heart desires. Yes, you get glares all the time but the switchblade in the pocket of your cherry blossom backpack just begs them to start something they can't finish.

"Y/n, baby, I love you but your closet is a nightmare! Do you have nothing remotely black? Or skimpy! C'mon, you want to impress Sweet Pea don't you?" Toni's voice is teasing and your cheeks flame in embarrassment and a tinge of anger.

"I would never dress to impress," you make air quotes with your fingers and pretend to gag, hiding the unavoidable lust in your voice before you say his name, "Sweet Pea! He's a jackass who's high on some masculinity crap! I can't do that."

She smirks at you from the mirror she's applying her bright red lipstick in, "you can very much do that and I know you want to. You're telling me that you don't lay awake at night and imagine his hands, his very large hands, doing unspeakable things to you? You may be the cutest little thing we've got on the Southside but you, baby girl, want him bad. Trust me, I know. I'm your best friend."

"Yeah, well, you're wrong and even if I did want, well, all that," you blush at the thought and swallow hard, pushing down at the buzz in the pit of your stomach, "he hates me so it would never happen. Theoretically, of course!"

"Uh huh, sure," is all your pink haired best friend says before turning back to your baby blue, vintage vanity to curl her pink locks.

You cross your arms over you aqua t-shirt, feigning annoyance, "and just what is that supposed to mean, missy?"

"Just that we both know you're turned on from just hearing Sweets' name. And he doesn't hate you, I roll with the guys remember," she catches your wide, doe eyes in the mirror and shakes her head lightly, laughing softly at your blown pupils, "he wants you. Bad."

You scoff again, leaning down to tie up your white tennis shoes, "he does not. He thinks I'm weak; that I'm going to bring down the pack.”

"He feels like he needs to protect you. There is a difference," Toni stands, twirling in front of your mirror to approve her outfit for tonight.

Some of the Serpent teens are gathering at the quarry, much like they do most weekends, to hang out. Today is special, though, because it's the last weekend before summer ends and you're all forced to go back to an educational prison. You're heart races knowing that Sweet Pea will, in fact, be there tonight. He's a jerk, at least he seems like one. Every time you’ve spoken to him it's been to tell him to let you handle your own problems. Granted most of your problems have involved ghoulies trying to make you their lunch because of your cute aura and quiet voice but he's never given you an opportunity to prove yourself. No one has.

Your voice is soft, like usual, but a tad annoyed, "I don't need protection. Why does everyone assume that I do?"

"Because you're so cute we could just eat you up!" Toni leans over to pinch your cheeks and you try not to giggle because that would only prove her point, "also, that isn't what you're wearing, is it?"

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" You peek around her and scrutinize your outfit.

An aquamarine t-shirt that stops right before a pair of fashionably baggy, cuffed jean shorts. The same pair of pink pearl earrings that you always wear are in your ears and the white tennis shoes you just laced are on your feet. Your worn Serpent jacket hangs proudly off your shoulders, the bright red patches bold against the black leather. The cherry blossom backpack is settled on your bed, ready to be grabbed and filled with your reusable water bottle, rose perfume, matching cherry blossom wallet, and switchblade, of course. All in all, it’s the perfect outfit.

You glance up to see Toni just smiling lightly at you, "Nothing, you're right. It's perfect."

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Like usual, you and Toni take her bike to the quarry. You don't have your own bike so you ride behind her, your arms around her waist, her sugary scent blowing at you in full force, and your head thrown back, hollering into the wind. The two of you have been best friends for as long as you can remember. Nobody would have ever seen it coming. You were always playing in princess dresses and she was the pirate storming the tea party in search of cookies that were dubbed gold. You're polar opposites yet she's, perhaps, the only one who really knows how alike you are.

You arrive at the quarry laughing and cheering like maniacs, nothing out of the norm. You swing your legs over the side of her bike, hopping off gracefully and smoothing back your wind blown hair. It's dusk, the sun having just set, and there are mason jar lights sitting on the picnic tables and fairy lights strung through the trees. For such a rowdy gang, there is soft indie music floating through the air; the final touch to, dare you say, a romantic atmosphere. You couldn't be more proud.

A familiar arm is slung over your shoulders, pulling you into a playful side hug.

"Fogarty! I haven't seen you all summer," you swing yourself into a real hug, latching your arms around his neck and squeezing as he pulls you off your toes, "where have you been, Fangsy?"

He chuckles and sets you back on your feet, ruffling your hair and grabbing one of your hands to twirl you around, "hey cupcake, it's good to see you too. I've been here and there, sorry I wasn't around."

You giggle and shake your head, pulling him to sit at the practically full picnic table that Toni claimed. The table cheers when they see you, pulling you in for hugs and playing with your hair. You hear a couple voices tell you that you look cute and others telling you to come sit with them. You slide your backpack off, placing it under the table when you find an empty spot. Before you can take your seat, however, a pair of muscled arms circles your waist, pulling you onto their lap and stealing your seat for themselves.

A leather and pine scent envelopes you as the table breaks out in hooting laughter, "Sweet Pea this is my seat. As in singular. Mine."

All he does is tighten his arms deliciously around your hips, pressing down slightly on your lower stomach and making you very much aware of the intimacy of your position. You look to Toni for help but all she does is wink, turning her head to join one of the many side conversations taking place. You sit in silence for a while, as stiff as a board in Sweet Pea's lap. You aren't uncomfortable so much as nervous. You can't lie, you've been practically in love with Sweets for as long as you can remember but, until now, he has barely shown you any form of affection besides ‘saving’ your sorry butt on numerous occasions.

"Relax, baby," he mumbles into your neck for only you to hear, "it's just me."

You want to yell at him for calling you baby, you really do, but it sounds so perfect coming from his lips and his mouth on your neck is too pleasurable to push away. Instead, going against everything you stand for, you sink into his broad chest, leaning your head under his chin and pulling one of his hands into both of yours.

"Much better," his chest rumbles softly under your back.

"Pea we're supposed to hate each other, remember?" You toy with his fingers, noting their size and remembering your conversation with Toni from earlier today.

She wasn't wrong, thoughts of his hands, among other parts of him, keep you awake at night. You can feel the heat creeping up your neck.

He leans down, skimming his lips over your earlobe while he answers, "Since when? I never got that memo."

His hand moves from your hip to the waistband of your shorts, his fingers dipping in and resting on the skin under your naval. You bite back an unexpected moan at his lips and searing fingertips, leaning further into his chest and shifting your hips backward to fully press yourself against him. You let go of his hand in exchange for digging your fingernails into the picnic table. His hands are hidden, given him all the encouragement he needs to slide his now free hand up your bare thigh, drawing circles with his thumb on the inside of it.

"Sweets," your voice is raw, "what are you doing?"

"Showing you just how much I don't hate you."

His lips inconspicuously move to your neck, claiming the skin under your jaw as his own in the darkness. His hand draws further up your thigh, under the denim of your shorts and stopping at the apex of your thigh.

"Let me show you that I very much do not hate you, baby," he murmurs into your ear, the hand in the waistband of your shorts skimming over your skin in mesmerising patterns.

"Not here," you force the words pass you lips, melting into his touch.

"Then let's go," he practically pleads into your ear and it's all you can do not to wrap your legs around him right here and right now, nodding desperately as he scoops you into his arms and stands up.

You giggle loudly and, for the first time tonight, you're able to see his face. He's smiling down at you, a soft look in his molten chocolate eyes. His stare soon turns heated and he licks his lips, drawing your eyes to his mouth. Your arms tighten around his neck, pulling you flush against his chest. You turn to look at the table in time to see Toni nudge Fangs and point to the two of you, smirking at you when she catches your eye.

"Well guys," Sweet Pea addresses the table as he walks stealthily backwards, "it's been fun but we're going to head out now."

Before anyone can protest you lean up and whisper run in his ear. Before you know it he's sprinting to his motorcycle, the table of hollering Serpents shouting words of advice at your back. One that rings louder in the night is your best friend's voice screaming to "use protection". You blush and bury your head into Sweets' shoulder.

He sets you down on his bike when he reaches it, placing his hands on your hips and staring into your eyes through the darkness. The tension between you is tangible. You can hear every inhale he takes, imagining his bare chest moving over your own. In the blink of an eye you reach up and hook your arms around his neck, pulling his lips to yours. Sparks dance up your spine and his hands find your hips. Fire burns everywhere he touches you.

You break the kiss quickly, "crap Pea, my backpack! I left it under the table!"

His eyes are still closed and he finds you lips once more, pressing another kiss to you lips, "okay baby, wait here, I'll go grab it."

"No, it's okay I ca-"

"Baby, just let me go get it," he stares into your eyes, pleading with you to let him go retrieve your backpack.

"Fine."

You watch him run back towards the others. You don't realise how dark it is until your all alone and the woods around the quarry become more prominent. Every noise you hear sets you on edge. You swear you keep hearing twigs snap but it's only your imagination, right? It has to be. That or Sweet Pea is pulling a prank on you. Maybe you should have just gone to get your bag with him.

You hear another twig snap and tense up. You ball your hands into fists, readying for anything. You can fight, that puts you somewhat at ease. Toni is the only one who knows that, spare a few older Serpent women who aren't in Riverdale anymore, because they had been the ones to rough you up during your gauntlet. Yes you, the softest girl on the Southside, refused to do the dance. There were no rules prohibiting you from the gauntlet so you opted for it instead. Needless to say, you can take a hit.

"You little skank!" A voice sounds from behind you, causing you to whirl around.

In front of you stands a tall redhead with hair to her elbows. Her serpent jacket clings to her slim form, accentuating her curves in a way that makes you jealous. She wears a paint of off brand skinny jeans and a black t-shirt that's a little too tight. Her eyes are bright green and furious, glaring bloody murder at you. You have no clue who she is.

"Uhm, excuse me?" You glance behind you just to make sure she isn't talking to some else.

"You heard me, slut. Who the hell do you think you are? Sitting on my man's lap?"

The ‘slut’ thing doesn't bother you and neither does the ‘who the hell’. She doesn't know you so you refuse to take her meaningless words to heart. However, the part where she claims Sweet Pea has you seeing red.

"Amazing. Everything that you've just said is wrong." You smile innocently at her, curling your hands into fists once more behind your back.

"I'm sorry? What did you just say to me?" She takes a step towards you, her chucks cracking another stick.

"Oh, sorry, let me explain. My name is y/n, not slut,” you counter her step with one of your own, “that's who I am. Oh, and he's not your man. If he is than why is he pulling me onto his lap instead of you?” you scrunch your eyebrows and look her up and down, “Oh, wait, who are you again?"

Your sugary sweet smile turns sinister in the blink of an eye; the same amount of time it takes her to charge at you. The words ‘cat fight’ ring in your ears as you dodge a poorly thrown left hook. You use the opportunity to land a blow to her exposed stomach. She coughs quietly and you step back to give her room, trying to be as kind as you can to someone who's wrongly accusing you of being a harlot. You're caught off guard though when she lunges for you, knocking you to the ground and pinning your legs under her.

Rookie mistake number two. She goes to swing again but before she can you grab her shoulders and roll, ending in a straddled position with her arms secured over her head. You smirk triumphantly down at the red head under you.

You plan to keep her there until Sweet Pea gets back but she decides to, rather stupidly, open her mouth, "I bet this is a familiar position for you, huh?"

It's not red that you see this time but blackness. All you remember is calling her a bitch and the next thing you know your hands are bruised and you're being pulled, legs kicking in protest, off the red head who now has a busted eye and a bloody nose. You're screaming at whoever has you in their grasp to let you go another round with the nameless girl. A mass of teen Serpents surrounds you, cheering loudly for you. 

"Baby, as hot as that was, I'm not putting you down," a familiar voice whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You look back at the bloodied girl on the ground. She makes eye contact with you from around Fangs who's trying to help her stand up. You don't know where the reckless idea comes from but, to be fair, you aren't really thinking straight right now. Perhaps that's why you follow through with the plan you have just hastily concocted in your head.

You toss the red head a cute smile and mumble delicately to the tall raven haired boy, "hey, Sweets?"

"Yeah y/n?"

You glance up at him, still in his arms, and pull his lips to yours. You kiss him slowly, drawing it out for as long as you can before you have to breath again. You keep your lips millimetres from his, pressing them against his softly a few more times. When you look back to the ground, the girl is nowhere in sight and the rest of the Serpents have migrated back to the picnic tables. Your cherry blossom back pack is settled at Sweet Pea's feet.

"So," you giggle at his dazed expression, "do you still feel like you need to protect me?"

"Yes," your face falls and you almost push yourself from his arms.

"But, to be fair, I always will. That's just me. You looked amazing fighting though. Absolutely fucking beautiful."

"Okay," you kiss his jaw softly, "I think I can handle that. Now can we please get out of here?"

"Fuck yes!"

[shouyouwrites]

hello i just found your blog and I love your writings!! 😍💕 And am very excited to see your requests are open🙈 can i have a scenerio or a headcanon (whichever makes you comfortable) of sakusa with a s/o who likes to paint and draw, like they can have paint on their face/hands/shirt for the whole day if nobody points it out.. and his s/o apartment is like sorta 'messy' thanks to those art tools and drawings, and it sometimes drives this poor germaphobe cutie crazy😂😂

hi sweetie!! thank you so much and thank you for your request, it was so cute! i realized that writing about sakusa being soft is truly therapeutic, and i’m not even exaggerating! i’m not sure if this is exactly what you wanted, but i had so much fun with this, so i hope you'll enjoy!! 💕💕

When he first finds out about it, he’s just shocked, so much so that he doesn’t even know what to say. He’s still sort of getting to know you when you two start dating and even though he knows how much you love drawing, nothing could prepare him for the first time he steps foot into your apartment and finds it an absolute mess.

It’s not that it’s dirty, if anything your space is actually pretty clean so he allows himself to be happy for a couple of seconds, and that’s what makes it even more frustrating, because why couldn’t you just put your brushes and your paints where they belong after you’re done with them, he just doesn’t understand it.

He tells you so the first couple of times you two hang out in your apartment, which aren’t a lot because even though it’s clean he insists that you hang out in his apartment more because your art supplies are always all over the place.

You try your best to somehow find a way not to place everything in random places while you draw but you can’t help yourself, when you’re creating the only thing on your mind is the drawing and if you think too much about other random things you get distracted, and getting distracted is way worse than just having a messy apartment. So you tell him that you can’t stop doing it even though you do wish you could have everything a little more organized sometimes.

He doesn’t stop complaining altogether, but after a couple of fights between the two of you he doesn’t do it as often as time goes on, because he starts to get to know you better too and he realizes that art is a very big part of you and that you have a very special relationship with it just as he does with volleyball, and so he kind of lets it go and just refrains from being in your apartment all that often or for long periods of time.

It’s only when he happens to be in your place while you’re drawing that he finally understands what is actually going on and why your place is always such a mess after you’re done with painting. 

He can only look at you dumbfounded as you open the door and greet him with a smile, a very beautiful one that would’ve been absolutely perfect in his eyes if it weren’t for the fact that your face and hands were covered in paint in so many places.

“What happened?!” he asks, or something else along those lines, and you can only look at him like he’s grown a second head. “I’m just painting, come in,” you say, and he reluctantly steps inside and tries to keep himself calm when he sees that your apartment is somehow even more of a mess than all the previous times he’s been here.

Oh, so this is what happens and that’s why the apartment is like that every time.

He gets to cleaning and putting stuff away where he thinks they probably belong as you paint, waiting for you to be done so you two can spend some time together.

In the middle of cleaning he’s trying so hard not to give in to the unbelievable urge to do something about your face and hands, but he doesn’t really succeed.

In the middle of cleaning up a little bit, he comes closer to you and insists you take a small break from painting, and you look at him in question but you agree nonetheless. He takes you to the bathroom and helps you clean your hands and face with so much water and soap that it’s ridiculous, but you find it so funny and cute that he’s so absolutely determined to remove the paint from your body.

He lets you get back to painting while he cleans up the rest of the apartment, and when he’s done and looks at you only to realize you managed to get paint on your hands again, he’s about to tell you to take another break, but then he looks, he really, truly looks at you and the way you work and he can only stare at you, frozen on the spot.

There’s a certain gentleness and confidence in your movements, as though you’re painting something you’ve already worked on more than a thousand times already, but he knows that isn’t the case, because he’s seen your work and this particular painting is unique, just like the rest.

He finds himself mesmerized by the focus and dedication you work with, he finds himself unable to look away from the pure happiness and calmness yet excitement that shine in your expression, he finds himself feeling oddly satisfied when you pause for a bit and frown, or when your lips turn into a thin line and your eyebrows furrow, when your movements become uncertain and yet you still manage to keep going, you still manage to keep drawing and eventually succeed because a smile is playing on your lips again.

He realizes as he watches you draw more and more as you two grow closer that he loves watching you as you do so, he gets used to the smell of paint and the way the whole room shines —the way you, yourself, shine— when you’re working on a painting or when you finish one.

He doesn’t like the mess or the fact that you manage to get paint all over yourself and your clothes every single time, but he finds the way you draw so absolutely endearing and it does things to his heart he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to put into words, things he doesn’t think he’ll ever be brave enough to admit out loud.

this was my first time writing about this bub so sorry if he was ooc- thank you for reading, here are my rules and masterlist! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Drama CD: 365 Days with a Vampire [Azusa ver.]

Original title: ヴァンパイアとの365日 アズサ編 ～君しか見えない～

Source: Diabolik Lovers MORE, BLOOD Limited V Edition Drama CD [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: Straight up diabetes is what I got from this track. ;w; Gosh, Azusa can be such a cutie, it kills me. I was surprised by how bold/assertive he can be at times though! It totally caught me off guard when he started showering the MC with kisses in the middle of class. These two are definitely the super lovey-dovey couple which are always clinging onto each other while all the other students just roll their eyes lol. 

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Title: Only Eyes for You

Azusa walks up to you.

“Eve...Found you.”

You seem surprised to see him here. 

“Why I’m here...? That’s because...I also chose art as my elective...Electives are taught to students across all three grades, which means that only for this subject...Eve and I are classmates.”

You tell him you’re glad.

 “Thank you, Eve. I’m really happy too...”

You smile.

“Apparently we’ll be drawing...people today. I want to draw Eve...Say, is that too much...to ask?”

You offer to draw each other.

“You’ll draw me...? No. I don’t dislike the idea of that. I’m really...blessed. Well then, we should probably...get started, right...? Is there a nice place...to sit down?”

You point towards the corner.

“Oh. You’re right...The corner of the room, huh? That seems convenient...in more than one way.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“Oh no, nothing. Let’s go, Eve. ...Come on, give me your hand.”

The two of you walk towards the desk in the corner.

“Fufufu~ This really is a nice spot...Nobody can disturb us here...It’ll be just the two of us the whole time, Eve...Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“Nn...”

*Smooch*

“Haah...I wanted to kiss you like this...The whole time. Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“Nn...”

*Rustle*

You seem worried about getting caught. 

“It’s fine...Everyone’s too absorbed into their drawing...They’ve only got eyes for their canvas...So they won’t notice...Even if we do this...Okay?”

*Smooch*

You continue to protest.

“Nn...Why do you...resist?”

You tell him you’re still in public. 

“I don’t mind...if there’s people around though? But...If that’s what you want, I’ll stop. I want us to...stay together forever after all...So I would never do something to upset you...”

You apologize.

“No. I’m the one...who doesn’t want to be hated by you.”

You note that all the other students have started on their drawings.

“Ah, right. We should probably...get to drawing soon as well. First we have to set up the ezel...so we can put the canvas on top...”

*Rustle*

“Eve, hang on one second, okay?”

*Rattle rattle*

“Nnh...The legs are a little stiff...They won’t open very well...”

*Rattle*

“It’s okay...I can do it by myself...So you can just watch over me, okay?”

Azusa knocks over the ezel.

*Thud*

“Ah! Eve! Are you okay...? You’re not hurt, right? I’m so sorry...It was never my intention...To hurt you...It’s because I spaced out...”

You offer to help.

“Will you...set it up for me? Thank you, Eve. You’re always so amazing...Meanwhile I’m a useless piece of trash who can do nothing. All I ever do is burden you...”

*Rattle rattle*

“Ah...Wait, Eve! ...Your finger’s bleeding. Did you perhaps get hurt when...I knocked the ezel over...?”

You tell him it’s okay.

“You’re not...fine. I can tell...That this wound hurts a whole lot...”

*Rustle*

“There’s no need to act tough...We have to hurry up and tend to it...Mmh...”

Azusa licks the wound.

“Nn...Don’t...I won’t stop even if you...fight back...”

*Rustle*

“Because I’m sure that if the injury would worsen and something were to happen to you...I would regret it a lot...Which is why I have to...lick your blood...and this wound...”

*Sluuurp*

“But this wound...is so very pretty...Also...Your blood is just so delicious...I’m sorry, Eve...I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back after all...”

He bites you.

“Haahn...Mm...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn...Mmh...Let me have...just a little...”

*Sluuuurp*

“...Haah...So sweet...It’s Eve’s blood...Say, give me more, please..? Mmh...”

*Gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...Hah...Just your finger isn’t enough any longer...Eve...Offer it to me...Your nape, to me...Like this...”

*Thud*

“...Ah!”

*Rustle*

“Haah, haah...I...I...What have I done...? You were clearly uncomfortable...yet I took your blood by force...I’m sorry...I really am sorry, Eve...Please don’t hate me now...”

You hold his hand.

“Why did you grab my hand...? I did something horrible...I forced myself on you while you were clearly resisting...You’ll forgive me regardless?”

You nod.

“Thank you, Eve...You’re always so kind...When I realized I would be able to take a class together with you...I just felt so happy...I’m so sorry, Eve. To be honest, I actually always want to be by your side at school as well...But we can’t. However, because of that...I ended up hurting you. I’m sorry...I know I should pay proper attention to class but...”

You suggest you get started right now.

“Mmh...You’re right. Let’s get started on our drawings. ...Eve, you can gaze at me as much as you’d like.”

*TIMESKIP*

*Scribble scribble*

“Ah...”

*Scribble*

“I’d rather...watch you, than draw. Your eyes, skin, the shape of your lips...So I won’t forget, even when you’re not physically with me, as long as I can...Eve, you should look at me more closely as well.”

Azusa leans in close.

*Rustle*

“Like this, can you even tell the number of my eyelashes? Engrave my everything into your brain...Fufu~ Our eyes met, didn’t they? I’m reflected in...your eyes. I’m sure that...your cute face is reflected in mine as well...”

You get flustered.

“Hm? What’s wrong, Eve...? Your hand which was drawing has stopped moving...”

You cup his cheek.

“Oh...It’s weird for you to show me affection...However, you shouldn’t. When you touch me...I’ll only want you...more and more...When that happens, I’ll end up burdening you...like earlier...Which is why...We have to keep our distance...”

You embrace him.

*Rustle*

“Ah...Why would you...hug me?”

You explain.

“Are you...sure, Eve? But you protested so much earlier...I thought I was the only one who felt lonely...However, I got it wrong, huh? You want to be with me as well, Eve. You share the same feeling. That makes me...so incredibly happy. Let’s stay together from here on out as well, okay? I love you, Eve...Mmh...”

*Smooch*

ーー THE END ーー

[yellowsuitcase]

Get in loser, we’re going swimming // Draco Malfoy

Request: Hi cutie! Could you write a Draco x reader where they are firends or dating and she's overall a bad bitch, really extra and aassy and eccentric with a loving and outgoing personality? Thank you!

A/N: I received this request a little while ago and here it is! I really hope that I did your request justice. I thought it was such a fun little story to write and I’m rather fond of it, so I hope you are too!

Summary: Y/N and Draco are best friends. Y/N has too much energy and witty remarks than Draco can handle. What happens when her antics get her into trouble?

Waring(s): Swearing, near death experience

Word Count: 1.6k

“Draco! Draco, wait up!” Y/N called after her blonde best friend. Draco sighed but came to a halt, allowing her to catch up. When she did, she bounced on the balls of her feet. It was apparent her energy was high.

“Where you off to, ferret?” she asked while linking her arm around his. Ferret was a nickname she’d given him in year four after Professor Moody turned him into one. She was lucky to have been able to witness the event herself. 

“You’re never going to drop that one, are you?” he asked, a small smile on his face.

Y/N threw her head back and let out an obnoxious laugh. “Nope,” she said, abruptly stopping her laughter. “You never answered my question. Where are you going?”

“Well, I was hoping to have some quiet time by the lake, but it seems I’ll be bringing along my little chatterbox,” Draco said, emphasizing the word chatterbox. Out of nowhere, he felt a pop on his head.

“I’ll beat your ass Draco Malfoy,” Y/N said matter-of-factly.

Draco rubbed his head and gave her an irritated look. “What, so you can give me absurd nicknames, and I can’t?” he asked exasperatedly.

She smirked and stood on her tippy toes to get closer to his face. “It most certainly is...ferret.” Y/N took off running once she’d said his nickname. Draco was right on her heels. He’d be damned if he let her getaway.

He already had his wand drawn, but before he could cast a spell, Y/N turned around and shouted, "Expelliarmus!” Draco’s wand flew behind him, and he had to force his feet to come to a screeching halt to go fetch it. When he’d snatched his wand off the ground, he turned his head to see his friend had already made it out the door and was running towards the lake.

Draco quickly took off running, trying desperately to catch up with the girl whose hair was flying behind her. He saw her turn her head around upon hearing his footsteps drawing nearer. She smiled and suddenly threw her robe up into the sky, letting it fall onto the grass, but not before it landed on Draco’s head, causing him to nearly topple to the dirt. He angrily pushed the robe off his head just in time to witness Y/N stick her hands out in front of her and leap into a tuck and roll. She didn’t pop back up after completing the stunt. Instead, she turned on her side and began to roll all the way down the hill. 

Draco came to a halt and felt his heart skip a beat. From where he stood, it looked as though she was going to roll right into the lake. “Y/N!” he called, “What the bloody hell are you doing?” Fear could be heard in his voice.

He could only watch as the girl rolled into the dark water. He held his breath until he saw her head resurface. Her laughs echoed, and Draco felt the tension leave his shoulders. “Come on! The water’s great!” she yelled up to him. He sighed but began to make his way down the hill, opting to take the safe route.

When he arrived at the sand, he noticed Y/N had taken off her sweater as well as her skirt, leaving her in her white button-up and high waisted spandex shorts. Draco felt himself blush when he noticed her bra underneath the wet fabric. 

“Get in, loser, we’re going swimming,” Y/N said with a smirk on her lips.

“Is that another muggle joke? You have that look on your face.”

She wiggled her eyebrows as her smirk progressed to a toothy smile. “Perhaps… Are you getting in or not?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Do you ever have a moment of downtime? Christ, you do know what they say is in these waters, don’t you?”

“Don’t tell me Draco Malfoy is afraid of a squid,” she taunted, splashing some water at him, successfully drenching his pant leg. He gave her an unimpressed glare.

“Not the squid, you moron. The merpeople. The squid is docile, but it doesn’t surprise me that a half-blood is unaware of that.”

She splashed him again. This time it got on his face. He made a disgusted noise and scowled at the girl who was now floating on her back. She merely winked and said, “Go ahead, call me a moron again, Malfoy.”

Draco puffed up his chest and turned his head, pretending to be looking off into the distance. “You, Y/N, are a complete and utter moron,” he stated in a haughty voice.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his ankle. His head snapped towards Y/N, who was grinning mischievously. Before he could shake her grip, he was yanked into the water, creating a big splash.

“You little twit. Now my robes are all wet!”

She giggled, “I told you we were going swimming, didn’t I?”

Draco gave her a light shove, she reacted by flailing. “Help! Help, I’m drowning! Ferret boy is drowning me. I’m dying,” she screamed. Draco rolled his eyes while he watched her slowly sink underneath the water’s surface. He decided to ignore her, and he swam to the shore to take off his robe. 

He was down to just his pants when he realized he hadn’t heard Y/N return to the surface. Feeling his fear begin to grow, he turned around to see calm waters. Y/N was nowhere in sight. Draco whipped his head around, desperately searching for his best friend. He concluded she must be underwater. Thinking quickly, he pulled his wand from his pocket and pointed it at himself, and cast the bubblehead charm. Once his nose and mouth were encased in the bubble, he stuck his wand back into his pocket then dove into the lake.

At first, he saw nothing. Only seaweed, but as he swam farther and farther down, he noticed a steady stream of little bubbles floating up to the surface. His heart was beating so hard that his ears were pulsing. He kicked his feet vigorously;  he needed to get to Y/N fast. He doubted she had been able to cast any type of spell to allow her to breathe.

Finally, he saw her. Her arms were in the hold of two merpeople, while a third held a trident to her head. Draco knew he had to act quickly; he could see the fight leaving her by the second. He pulled out his wand and shouted, “Relashio!”

Even though his words were muffled, it got the job done. One by one, the merpeople were forced to release Y/N. Draco made sure to scare them off by sending gusts of force from his wand, successfully making them scatter. Once they were gone, he saw her. She had stopped moving and was slowly sinking deeper and deeper. He quickly tucked his wand away and swam towards her desperately. 

His legs were on fire, but he kept kicking and kicking, pushing seaweed out of his way. He stretched out his hand, and with a few more strokes, he was able to grasp her arm. Draco made sure he had a firm grip on her before whipping out his wand and pointing it to the sky. 

“Ascendio!” he bellowed. He and Y/N were shot like a rocket right up to the surface in five seconds flat. They flew into the air and landed on the shore with a loud thump. Draco wasted no time worrying about the impact of the fall. He got onto his knees and examined Y/N. Her face had gone pale, and her chest was barely rising. “Shit, what do I do?” Draco asked, praying for someone to come and help them. Who was he kidding?  Nobody was coming. And he couldn’t think of any spell that might save her. But then he remembered. In a muggle film that she’d forced him to watch, a character's life was saved by someone doing mouth to mouth. 

“Fuck it,” Draco said before he slammed his mouth to hers. He pushed air into her mouth a few times before remembering that the character had held the other one’s nose as they did this. So he hurriedly clamped his fingers onto her nose and breathed into her again and again. After nearly a minute of doing this, he had just begun to lose hope when suddenly, Y/N’s body jerked, and she spat water right into his mouth.

Draco pulled away, immediately spitting out the water and frantically wiping his tongue, feeling utterly disgusted. He heard Y/N coughing up a storm, and he turned back towards her. The color was returning to her cheeks. He leaned over and gently helped her sit up. 

“Are you alright?” he asked her when she had stopped hacking up her lungs. 

She turned to him and smiled. “Did you kiss me, ferret?”

Draco slowly dropped his head into his hands. “You are the bane of my entire existence, I hope you know.”

Y/N giggled, “You kissed me. Did you hear that world? Draco Lucius Malfoy kissed me! Whoop whoop!” Y/N screamed this across the lake, her hands around her mouth, creating an echo effect.

“Would you shut it? Christ Y/N, you never shut that trap of yours, do you?”

“No ferret, I don’t think I will. Unless, of course, you make me,” she said playfully. 

Draco raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Watch me,” he said. And then he put his hands on her cheeks and drew her face to his, planting a passionate kiss on her lips. She kissed him back, matching his intensity.

When they pulled away, Y/N smirked. “If that’s how you’ll be shutting me up from now on, I’ll never stop talking.”

Draco grasped her chin in his hand and tilted it upwards. “Good,” he said, and he pulled her closer for yet another sweet kiss.

[juminly]

A Losing Game

Summary: A bet was made between Arthur & Theodorus: the mystery writer was not allowed to flirt with you for an entire month. Arthur is not one to back down from a challenge. However, he had no idea what was at stake.  Matchup story written for @dandellien​. 💙

Nobody ever said anything about the exhaustion you would feel when travelling through time. Whatever happened when you went through that door, it clearly drained all of the energy from your body. You were hungry, thirsty, had a huge headache and were craving sleep. Comte had seen the look on your face when you had arrived, apparitions of dark circles forming around your eyes, more than enough proof that you did need to rest and be cared for.

While the pureblood accompanied you to your room, giving you but a glimpse of what you would face in the 19th century, being in a mansion filled with unknown men, you were evidently soothed by his graceful and eloquent demeanor, putting you at ease even though he had insinuated that the residents were not normal men. Not normal was a light way to put it because they were far from normal in more ways that you expected.

Historical figures that you knew quite well, seen them in history books, math, physics or even science books. You were already familiar with vampires, the myth and the fantasy of these creatures warped around multitude of novels, movies and various forms of art. Surprised, yes you were. Scared, not necessarily. You would have to wait and see things with your own eyes before judging and assessing the matter. How true could it be? You were beginning to wonder why did you even end up in such a place? Were you struck by some goddess of Fortune or was this a curse that you were damned to survive somehow?

Sebastian had already set up a light yet scrumptious supper for you and had drawn a nice warm bath for you to relax your body before actually realizing where you were and what kind of situation you were in, once you came face first with the reality of the matter. Theory was so much easier to take than reality. Anyone might have thought that they were simply trying to woo you into staying and keeping your mouth shut about what you’ve seen but they were clearly good people, no malicious intent detected in either Sebastian or Comte. But what about the others? After your bath, Sebastian was kind enough to sit by you and answer any questions you may have since he was the only human in the vampire-filled mansion and he graciously answered all the questions you had, especially about the other residents.

Were you prepared for what was to come? You probably didn’t have an answer but a tiny little messenger came to your rescue. At the crack of dawn, you could hear barking at your door. Sebastian didn’t tell you anything about dogs, let alone pets being around so this was an interesting way to start your day. Opening the door, you found the cutest little dog looking up at you with big brown eyes that you simply couldn’t resist. Picking him up in your arms and scratching his chin (earning you quite a few licks), you had already gotten enough sleep so you took it as an opportunity to roam around and discover more about the mansion before the other residents woke up.

You obviously had no idea who the little cutie in your arms belonged to so it was fair enough to say that you were not really snooping around the mansion but actually trying to find the dog’s owner, if anyone were to stop you in your tracks and question why you were walking around in the middle of the night. As you passed by the different hallways and peeked into different rooms, you came across the different rooms and areas of the mansion, jotting down the different pieces of information in the back of your head for future reference: you came across the library and found a tall man slouched on a pile of books, sleeping soundly with the sweet scent wafting through the air; a slender man with an eyepatch who greeted you meekly in the hallway before scurrying away, another man playing the piano with beautiful silver hair, the sharpest amethyst eyes and a glare that demanded he be left alone, without using any words. Going back to the conversation you had with Sebastian, those were Leonardo, Jean and Mozart. One thing they all had in common: they were all very handsome. Extremely so.

After exploring almost every part of the mansion, you already found out where the kitchen, the pantry, the thermae, the dining room were including other rooms where the other residents used. You found yourself standing in front of, what most probably was, the main door of the mansion. Your small new friend began barking and whining, seemingly telling you in his own language that he wanted to go out but you couldn’t possibly do that. You didn’t have the owner’s permission nor did you have a leash. A resounding playful voice came from behind you with an unmistakable lilting British accent, his words echoing through the mansion’s entrance with each click of his oxfords on the grand stairs, closing the distance between you.

“Oh dear! It seems that Vic’s brimming excitement couldn’t be held back at the scent of our new beautiful guest. If I may be so bold, I should admit that I raise Vic to be quite a fine little champ. He certainly does have an eye for beauty.” Turning around, your eyes were locked on this man’s handsome features, his tousled midnight blue hair, striking blue eyes and the beauty mark so delicately positioned by his lips, you couldn’t help but take in his appearance as he had gotten much closer, now standing before you. The smirk on his lips was also very telling, he had been assessing you in the same manner. Little did you know,  He heard you talking to yourself in spanish while walking through the corridors, doing your own exploring of the mansion and he came to you like a moth to a windowpane. How could he even miss the sight, the smell and the voice of a fair maiden such as yourself walking in her lonesome in this mansion full of mongrels? They were not but he would’ve loved to take advantage of sweeping a cute poppet like you off her feet. Your hair was that of iridescent flames, cascades of lava that drew him in, dark eyes of coffee. “Comte was ever so gracious to inform me that we had a guest in our midst but he had made the grave mistake of omitting the fact that you were such a resplendent poppet. Allow me to introduce myself, love.”

He was absolutely beguiled by you, even more so when you began to speak, addressing him in a firm tone, interrupting his introduction in the mere pause as he took a break. “Arthur Conan Doyle, I know who you are. Sebastian told me all about you.” He seemed pleased to know that you already heard of him but still wished that he could be the one to make his first impression on his own, without having others establish them for him. You were not taken aback by his direct approach, yet his flirtiness did not click too well with you since he had yet to know you before even trying to seemingly romance you in the way he did with all the women he had clearly done the same with. You definitely said what was on your mind, stating it clearly before making your way back to your room since Vic was now with his owner. “If you’re trying to flirt with me, then I’m sorry but you’re mistaken if you think that you can do anything of the sort. If you may excuse me now, I must go ready myself before breakfast.”

It would be safe to say that Arthur was admittedly smitten with you. The way you smoothly yet respectfully talked back to him with that accent of yours was undoubtedly a beautiful sound that he would love to hear more and more of.

During breakfast, you had finally met all the residents at once and the Comte had obviously taken it upon him to introduce you to them all before the conversation on the dining table naturally flowed from unrelated conversation between a couple of the residents, where the rest simply listened in and back to questions about you, where you came from, your background and most importantly, your time. When the amount of questions seemed to get a bit too overwhelming, Leonardo was the one who spoke up, telling the rest of the vampires that they had plenty of time to ask you all the questions they wanted over the course of the month that you had to spend with them.

As you and Sebastian busied yourselves in clearing the dishes from the table, you could hear a booming brouhaha coming from the room where you had left the rest of the vampires. Looking at the stoic butler, he simply shrugged and you busied yourself by helping the man. On the other side of the man, the residents were all focused on a discussion that happened between the infamous partners in crime: Theodorus van Gogh and Arthur Conan Doyle. Theo noticed how uncharacteristically silent Arthur was during breakfast, sipping on his glass of Blanc while his eyes never left you for a moment, as you bit into your pancakes and drank your coffee/tea, a small smile cracking on your face here and then, noticing the little things that you did. With a wolfish grin, Theo made a bet with Arthur. If the writer is able to spend an entire month without flirting with you, the sadistic entrepreneur would pay for their tab at their go-to tavern/bar for an entire year. Arthur knew what his friend was trying to do, clearly testing him and seeing if he had an ounce of self-control in him. The game was on.

He would clearly prove him wrong. Or that’s what he thought. Two years instead of one and the deal was made.

It wasn’t hard for you to find what to do in that time. The wealth of knowledge that was surrounding you, it was more than enough to fill your days with activities and studying the things that you loved the most. Leonardo and Vincent were more than happy to give you tips on drawing, giving you tips on how to sketch the human body, understanding the intricacies behind different body types in a way that allowed you also to work on fashion, different styles, looks which is something you really loved.

Spending time on your own was not a hard task! There were so many corners in the mansion where you can just spend time alone with no one bothering you. You would often find Leonardo sleeping or reading in the library, stumbling across him or he’s just napping away wherever you find yourself but that didn’t really bother you. You would grab your notebook to write or draw or grab a book that one of the residents had recommended to you and just clear your mind and wind down, finding some much needed peace in the midst of this new lifestyle that you were thrown into.

Arthur though… the man couldn’t really stay away from you. Not that he did want to, on the contrary, he absolutely loved being in the presence of an enlightened woman such as yourself but he had to take extra care not to be flirty with you. One thing that Arthur didn’t do was lose. Unfortunately yet luckily for him, Vic took a liking to you and made it easier for you to get to know each other better when you would both take him on walks, daily and multiple days in a day. He was a spoiled boy and his Master was definitely the type to spoil him rotten. It was quite refreshing just seeing a different type of playful side to him. Pure, genuine and truly affectionate. Even… boyish.

[The famous skirt chaser wasn’t doing any chasing. Whenever he wasn’t around, he was trying to get enough writing done so he could spend time with the beautiful new guest who only had a month to spend with him… everyone AND him.]

You are usually so reserved around the residents, more of an observer than a talker, at least for the first few days in the mansion. Your frequent walks with Vic and Arthur did help you loosen up:  getting to know more about Paris as you roamed around aimlessly, taken away by the depth of your conversations, the ways of the 19th century, all the little tidbits about the residents and also, see more of Arthur, besides the renown flirty playboy side, a label that everyone seems to be pinning on the handsome man. When you get deep into discussions with him, the way you get animated makes him melt. He doesn’t blatantly point it out but there is this glint of amusement and fondness in his eyes and the slightest twist in the corner of his lips, one of absolute admiration and infatuation when you do.

There is never a dull moment with Arthur: his mind is like the most intriguing, bewildering and mysterious place to be. He would try to tell you about how he comes up with the premise of his stories, would talk to you about the ideas of his books and how he gets inspired by things from his past and from his present, take you out on “dates” where you would go detective-solving… cause what better way to discover Paris and know everything there was to know about it.

He was very fond of your objectivity and honesty which definitely compliments the analytical side of your personality which he has come to see and know the more he spoke with you and from what he’s heard from Leonardo. He secretly loves your honesty also when you call him out on his shit: on why he even hates his own creations, knowing that there is hidden meanings behind whatever bogus response he gives you YET you don’t push him for more. You just let him know that he can talk to you.

In those moments, the fierceness in your eyes…he knew that it would be his demise.

He likes to pick your brain and keeps bombarding you with so many “what ifs”, possibilities and probabilities in deflecting and divergent plotlines in his stories until you end up digressing and not even discussing important elements that are crucial and necessary about his manuscripts. You always made things interesting which made him spend even more time with you, always attempting to monopolize your time in any way he can. Especially when you told him that something like MBTI personalities existed in your time, he was very interested in knowing so much more about it. You and also Sebastian jumped in to tell him all about it and his eyes lit up like firecrackers, already thinking of which characters would have which personality. He couldn’t help but feel closer to you, wanting to know you even more...intimately yet he denied himself from doing so. Yet, he couldn’t stop the kindling of affection within his heart, no matter how much he tried to push it away.

The fact that you had even more hidden talents made you even more attractive in his eyes. You knew how to play multiple instruments and didn’t care to tell him until… 2 weeks had passed since you arrived at the mansion. Arthur immediately worked his magic on Mozart somehow, getting him to teach you how to play the piano if you wanted to and had Leonardo prepare a little something special for you: a hand-crafted guitar that you could take with you when you decide to go back to the future (and the thought of you leaving saddened him so much but he didn’t dare say it, yet, the expression on his face said it all). If there is anything Arthur would be good at, and after keeping the resident devil company, persuading, convincing or bribing was an art that he had perfected. Quick-witted charmer that he was.

The sound of his boyish laughter was something that you couldn’t get enough of and that wide smile that stretched from ear to ear was absolutely the most beautiful expression that you’ve seen on him, complimenting his features in a way that suited him even more than that flirtatious mask he hides behind. He loves the look on your face when he can read your mind and knows exactly what you’re going to say before you even say it, when he teases you and especially when he’s able to draw a smile on your face: be it when he thanks you for helping brainstorm or solve a case, or when he buys you a yummy treat that he knows you’d love and enjoy (after forcing Sebastian to tell him the things you actually do enjoy eating since he had information (notes) about every single living being in than mansion. He was a goldmine, source of intel and Arthur wasn’t going to miss out on taking advantage of that fact).

Something exciting did happen, which you also didn’t expect! A trip to Madrid in Spain? It is one of the cities that is most known for it’s art and Theodorus was in need of a translator to accompany him so he can find his way around the city much easier than if he was alone (and you were also not bad company so he wouldn’t mind you tagging along, since he knows that you would appreciate the art as well, being an artist yourself.) BUT, Arthur was not having any of it. How was a young lady supposed to travel with another (very single and very handsome) man on her own? He decided to be the chaperone of your trip under the guise of exploring new avenues for an upcoming book of his that will possibly have events set in Spain (or maybe not, it didn’t even matter). Theo reminded his best friend about their bet/challenge and… well, the entrepreneur knew and told the klootzak right to his face that he’s weasling his way into this because… Well, Arthur shushed him before he could say any more than that but they both knew what he was going to say. The mystery writer wanted to wait until you left the 19th century before even thinking of admitting to others and to himself too.

After a long train ride from Paris to Madrid, Arthur made sure to book the room next to yours in case you needed anything. When you woke up in the morning, he would already be leaning next to your door with that wide boyish smile of his and his lilting “Good morning sunshine~” that evidently did things to your heart, escorting you to have breakfast together. Theo would show up to breakfast with his own bottle of syrup (Don’t even mention it. He had a feeling that he wouldn’t find the kind of syrup he liked in Spain so he got his own with him). The man was completely baffled to always find you there before him and also annoyed to see how sickeningly sweet Arthur was, doting on you a little more than he ever saw him do with any of the other skirts he’s ever pursued. This is not the normal kind of attention he gave a woman and as his best friend, this proved how deep Arthur had already fallen for you. He did throw in a few comments such as: “ Why are you treating her like a small pup? She can take care of herself. Unless she asked you to put her on a leash…”

If you thought you had fun in Paris, it was even more fun in Madrid! You went to multiple museums, galleries and countless restaurants, indulging both in the savoury and sweet of the city, getting the best taste of the city. It was hilarious seeing Arthur trying to communicate with the locals with that British accent of his and try to use whatever Spanish he caught from your brief discussions with Leonardo (where he thought he managed to catch a few words but he was horribly mistaken). You also somehow managed to get lost while going shopping, which made your time out and about together even longer. Not that either of you was complaining. You both had the time of your life and you both had smiles to match and confirm that statement.

Besides the fact that Arthur wouldn’t let go of your hand at any given moment when you were wandering the city, claiming that he wouldn’t find his way back to the hotel without you and that you were the only one that could keep him from getting lost. He also didn’t like how lots of men’s eyes lingered on you whenever they spoke to you (and the fact that he didn’t even understand what they were telling you didn’t bear well with him, he wasn’t having it at all) or just simply when you passed by and turned heads. This man was definitely not jealous (sarcasm) but he was not blind and he had eyes of his own to see just how beautiful you were, inside and out. He was just glad to be the one holding your hand, even though he held on to it “just as your friend”. Whenever Theo looked disgruntled and rolled his eyes at you two, Arthur always teased him and offered to hold his hand too if he didn’t want to feel left out, making the dutch man obviously grumble and walk away from you.

He should’ve known… He should’ve known and he beat himself over it, cursing his gloves as you were on the train, on the way back to France. While Arthur had excused himself to the restroom and decided to go get the three of you some coffee and treats, he comes back to find that you had fallen asleep… with your head on Theodorus’ shoulder. He was definitely not happy about the sight and his best friend could definitely see that, muttering a “Stop glaring at me like a rabid dog, klootzak. I don’t like this either.” Arthur stopped in his tracks, noticing how flushed your cheeks were and how your breathing was a little quicker than normal for someone who was asleep. Removing one of his gloves, he presses his palm against your forehead and your neck. You had a fever.

Arthur immediately gets into anxious doctor mode and tends to you however he can until you reach Paris, where he would be able to take care of you even better. Theo knew that this was not just some act. Arthur’s concern for you was real but it was way more than just a doctor’s oath to take care of his patients. Come on, Arthur. Who do you think you’re deceiving? He basically carried you to the carriage and also inside the mansion, giving out orders as nicely and calmly to Sebastian the moment he set foot in the mansion. He was composed, or at least, tried to be but he was also worried. A fever from exhaustion should not be taken lightly as it can turn into something worse if you didn’t get all the rest that you truly needed.

When you woke up…

Opening your eyes slowly, you blinked only to find Arthur leaning on the side of your bed. “Why are you here? It looks like you haven’t slept for ages, Arthur.” You reached out and threaded yours fingers through his tousled hair. “I know you’re worried about me, Arthur. I promise you I’ll be just fine. I know you’ve been taking good care of me and you know…  It’s just exhaustion, right? There’s nothing for you to worry about it. I already feel much better thanks to you.”

The expression on his face was so soft and tender, a “wistful” smile drawn on his usually smirked lips. He held your hand, rubbing his leather-clad thumb smoothly over it before he kissed your knuckles gently. “Rest well, my love. I refuse to leave your side.” He bit the tip of his index, pulling out his glove from his other hand and leaned and reached to check your temperature, before leaning forward to press his lips against your forehead, sighing. “You’re still a tad warm but you are indeed better. I should’ve taken your word for it.”

“And should I take your word that you kissed me just because you wanted to check my temperature?”

With that irresistible boyish smile drawn on his handsome face, he chuckled like a schoolboy that has just been caught doing something wrong. That’s how he truly was deep down and it was refreshing just seeing him like that. “Guilty as charged.”  His striking blue eyes locked on yours before faltering a little too long on your lips as he licked his own and whispered softly - “I may have ulterior motives but I assure you, my intentions are as pure as they come.” - before capturing your lips in a much awaited kiss, so sweet and tender, pouring all the affection he ached to show you before, all the pent-up emotions he strained himself not to show you in his quest in being a good friend to you.

Arthur didn’t come out of that challenge a loser, but a winner. Getting the greatest prize… no, the most priceless thing he could ever ask for: you and your love. Although it cost him a bill of 2 years worth of alcohol expenses at the bar, he was more than happy to pay it.

This man will shower you with words of affection all day long, tell you he loves you, kiss you whenever he gets the chance, in public or in private, this man is absolutely taken by you and he doesn’t even mind it. He will call you: love, darling, my lovely poppet, my sunshine and even try to throw in a few Spanish pet names: cariña, mi amor and even mi sol. You always wondered why he always referred to you as his sun or sunshine but he told you that you brightened up his life, with your honesty, your intelligence and most importantly, the joy you brought into his life.

You were surprised to discover that Arthur was BIG on cuddling. There isn’t a night that goes by (or even a nap) without cuddling. It is not for naughty reasons, as opposed to what everyone else in the mansion might think, but more for reassurance that you will always stay by his side and leave. His worst nightmare is waking up and not finding you there, the day you realize that he’s not good enough of a man for you yet he will spend his every waking moment trying to be better for you, prove that he is more than what his reputation paints him to be. He is the man that loves you, cherished you and values you even more than his own writing.

Arthur does get quite jealous sometimes. He just can’t help it. For example: he gets jealous when you sometimes get all dreamy when you listen to Mozart composing. He’s one of the biggest figures in music history so it would only be natural for you to be in awe whenever you came across him. His music does help you with your writing especially when he plays very calm tunes. It’s nothing like anything you’ve experienced before and it’s so inspiring. Arthur would frown, pout and even sulk sometimes whenever he sees that another man has captured your attention in a way that he never could (and he looks absolutely adorable when he does, like a lost whiny puppy). He would wrap his arms around you and nuzzle you when you’re writing or simply rub his hand softly on your waist while he rests his head on yours or on your shoulder. He scrambles for ways to get part of your attention or get some reassurance from you without getting in your way or becoming an inconvenience.

Kisses of affection: your knuckles, your hand and your forehead.

Warning: NSFW ahead

His kinks: everything in the book. Anything you can imagine, he’s willing to do with you. If you don’t like it, he’s up to trying the next thing with you. But a few favourites of his are: cockwarming, roleplay, edging, overstimulation, edging, BDSM and body worship. Rest assured that he will ALWAYS keep things interesting between you.

Favourite place to bite you: your thighs.

He can be whatever you want him to be in bed, he is a switch after all. He’ll worship you endlessly when he’s in command and will whine and beg for you whenever you take the reins. All he wants is to be with you, it doesn’t matter how.

You are definitely the luckiest person in the mansion, ending up with the most versatile and open lover of them. He’s willing to do everything with you, and driven by his lust and love for you, he will dirty talk until you’re soaking wet and clenching around nothing in anticipation for him and sweet talk you to tears, overwhelming you with the sweetness of love.

[iamyoursinblog]

Ah, that's what love is!

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 2 k

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You just started dating and the other members didn't know about it yet. You two were fine with that. You often hung out together before the relationship, so members didn't even have any questions, and when you were at parties together, you never crossed the line of companionship, even if you were very drunk. But will everything remain a secret if your ex appears at the party.

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You were sitting opposite each other with other members. Jaebeom's BBQ party was in full swing, laughing, chatting, drinking, having fun ... you haven't had such a great time for a long time. You even missed this madness that was happening around, making you laugh to tears.

"Tell me why you don't have a boyfriend?" asked Mark, sitting down next to you and hugging your shoulders. Jinyoung looked at you with a big smile, clearly amused by Mark's question.

"Why did you suddenly start talking about this?" you looked at Mark with surprise

“Yeah, just wondering,” Mark replied, raising his glass of wine and taking a sip.

"What are you claiming for this place, hyung?" asked Jackson, teasing Mark.

 Mark choked and put the glass back on the table. "No, no, no ... She is like a younger sister to me!" Mark put his arms around you tightly. “She just always spends time with us, I don’t want other guys to be afraid to flirt with her, just because we are often around” Mark answered to Jackson and winked at you.

"Look whom I found," Jaebeom said interrupting your conversation, and everyone turned their heads towards the exit of room. Jaebeom stood hugging Jimin and Hoseok by the shoulders. Your eyes widened when you met Hoseok's glance. You only missed your ex at this party. "They were coming from rehearsal, and come here by for a bite to eat. I thought they’d have more fun with us."

"Hi, everyone!" Jimin and Hoseok said together. Hoseok did not take his eyes off you, and only you realized that he was not looking at you exactly, the fault of Mark's hand hugging you. "We just came over and said hello, we don't want to disturb your party." Jimin said apologetically bowing.

“Nonsense! Sit with us! " said Jackson, jumping up to them and dragging them to the table.

All the guys plunged into the discussion of work. Only Jinyoung sat quietly, too quiet. His gaze did not open from the beer in his hand and his jaw was tense. You quietly took your phone out of your pocket and typed a message by sending it to him.

Are you okay?

He took out his phone and looked at the screen and smiled. His smile made you feel better. In a moment, you received a message.

Sure baby. I just didn't expect to be jealous of your ex.

You coughed to hide your laughter. "Are you okay?" asked Hoseok passing you a glass of water.

"What? Ah yes, I'm fine” you said, taking a glass with surprise

“What an attentive” Mark elbowed you “And also very handsome,” Mark added in a whisper. You looked at Mark in bewilderment, is he trying to bring you together with your ex?

“Mark” Jaebeom called Mark and shook his head. Jaebeom knew you had dated Hoseok before.

“What I just said is that he's a very considerate guy. Maybe… ”whatever Mark wanted to tell , he couldn't when Jackson shoved food into his mouth.

“Eat, hyung. It's so delicious. ”Jackson said winking at you.

"I'll be right back," you said getting up from your seat to avoid an embarrassing situation. You went to the toilet and washed. You didn't care about this situation, you broke up with Hoseok as friends. There was no sorry, no tears. Just because of because you have a lot of work, you could not see each other, and after a while you decided that it was not worth wasting each other's time. You were more worried that Mark was trying to draw your attention to Hoseok, in front of Jinyoung, who was already tense due to jealousy. You left the closet and froze when you saw Hoseok in front of the door, leaning against the wall in anticipation.

“Hello,” he said smiling.

"Hello. What are you doing here?" You asked him

"I wanted to ask how are you?"

“You could have asked that at the table. You don't have to wait for me near the toilet "

“I understand that no one but Jaebeom and Jackson knows about us. I didn't want to embarrass you, ” he took a step in your direction and you stepped back.

“They wouldn’t have known either if they hadn’t accidentally seen us on a date” you answered “Half a year has passed, Hoseok ..”

"5 months"

"Excuse me?"

"It's been 5 months, not half a year." He answered and you stared at him. “I didn't even know that I missed you so much until I saw you. I was even jealous when I saw Mark hugging you. " he laughed softly. “You didn’t think about what would happen if we didn’t part then?”

“Let's put the past in the past, Hoseok. We both decided it was best for us. So much time has passed, what is all this conversation about now. "

"You have a boyfriend?"

“Yeah, hyung. She has a boyfriend!" said Jinyoung who appeared behind Hoseok's back

Hoseok turned to meet Jinyoung's gaze. "Jinyoung-ssi?" Hoseok looked at Jinyoung in surprise. "You are two dating?" asked Hoseok looking at you again

“Yes, Hoseok. We're dating "you walked over to Jinyoung and took his hand.

“Nobody seems to know that you two are dating.” Hoseok looked at your hands.

“When we dated, your members didn't know about it either,” you interrupted him

"You're right. Maybe that's why we parted? " Hoseok looked at you, and you felt Jinyoung's hand tighten.

"Hoseok. Have you forgotten that it was you, who proposed to broke up? And what does this conversation have to do with who knew and who didn’t know that we were dating, Hoseok? ” you smiled the most friendly smile you could. You tugged on Jinyoung's hand as you walked back to the table. "Do you want to run away?" You asked with a wink at Jinyoung as you walked back.

“Why should we run away? Are we made something wrong? But if you want, we can leave. I want in place where I can hug and kiss you " he said, hugging you around the waist, and you giggled

"Are you dating?" you both froze when you bumped into Jaebeom going to the toilet. Heck!

"Oppa, why are you hade talent to uncover my secret romances?" you frowned and Jaebeom laughed.

"You are not really hiding, you walk hugging in the corridors of the restaurant." Jaebeom patted Jinyoung on the shoulder and moved on. You and Jinyoung looked at each other and laughed.

“Baby, you are so careless. Why are you walking with me hugging in the corridors of the restaurant? " Jinyoung said, grimacing of his hyung. He removed his hand before you walked back into the room with the others.

"I'm going home. Great fun for you! ” you said walking up to your seat and taking the bag.

“Ooh, wait, I'll take you to the taxi,” said Mark getting up from his chair

“Don't worry hyung. I'll take her, ”Jinyoung said as he took back his jacket. "I have shooting tomorrow morning, so I won't be able to hang out with you guys until morning."

"Excellent. Have a good ride "said Mark. You said goodbye to everyone and went outside. You were glad you didn't meet Hoseok on your way out.

You took a taxi and drove to your home. All the way, you have been laughing about tonight and discussing plans for tomorrow. You went into the apartment and went to the bedroom to change.

"What were you talking to Hoseok about?" he asked, handed you  shorts and a T-shirt. You stared at him before you laughed out loud

“Wow. And you held on for a long time" you said trying to stop the laughter." I thought you heard the whole conversation? " you raised an eyebrow.

"I came at that moment when he asked for your boyfriend"

“Nothing special, almost the same as you heard” you took off your dress and sent it to the floor.

"So he didn't he say that he misses you or that he is jealous of Mark?" Jinyoung asked, practically destroying his shirt and throwing it on the floor. Your heart sank with tenderness. The first time you saw him jealous and he was so cute.

"Aigoooo ... Who is this sweet jealous man here?" you came up behind him and hugged him around the waist, leaving a kiss on his back. You gripped your hands tighter around his waist. In a strange way, his jealousy warmed your heart, although before that you hated when someone was jealous of you.

"Me? Jealous? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hell no1” he said, although his jaw was tense.

“Okay oppa! As you say!" you laughed.

"What are you doing?" he asked, putting his palm over your hand on his waist.

“I warm my heart with your jealousy” you chuckled

“I'm try to mad at you here! So stop being cutie" he said in a stern tone that made him seem even nicer.

"I can not stop. You're too cute! ” you're leaving quick kisses on his back.

He turned to you and took your hands and pressed them to your sides. "Do not even think about. You are punished tonight " he said and taking a step back put on a T-shirt.

"What? Why?" you looked at him with puppy eyes

“For making me jealous, and most importantly you're enjoying this !” he said when he finished changing his clothes. He climbed into bed and patted the place next to him, “Let's sleep. I wasn’t joking about photoshooting, I have to get up early, ”he said, laying more comfortable under the blanket.

“Hoseok made you jealous, but for some reason me who was left without sex! Waaaaaaaa ... Life is not fair !!! ” You quickly put on your clothes, turning off the light. You went in bed to him, while he laughed maliciously at you.

You ran your hand over his cock and he grabbed your wrist, removing your hand. You kept teasing him by trying to kiss him or crawl under his clothes. He hugged you tightly, finally making it impossible for you to move “I beg you! Calm down and sleep! " he tried to calm his heavy breathing. "Fall asleep ..." he said taking deep breaths, restoring calm.

"Evil, evil boyfriend!" you muttered, turning away from him.

"I love you" he said and you froze. He uttered these words for the first time. It was the first time for you at all, no one ever said that he loves you. Everything inside you squeezed into a tight knot, and your heart was pounding madly. You were grateful that in the room was dark and he didn’t see your confusion. “I’m not kidding, ______.” he said, pressing you against his chest. “I love you,” he whispered in your ear, hiding you in his tight embrace.

You felt a tear roll down your cheek, dissolving on the pillow. You turned to him and hugged him. "I love you, Jinyoung!" you said in a low trembling voice.

"Aigoo ... Who is this sweet crybaby here?" he said, wiping the tears from your cheek.

“Oppa…” you hid your face, pressing your face against his chest.

"What kind of shyness appeared here, as if you hear these words for the first time?" he said stroking your hair

“Yes… this is the first time,” you muttered to yourself.

He laughed and hugged you tightly. "I am glad. Very very! I am very glad that I am the first one!" He kissed you smiling, and everything inside melted "I love you, ______! I am fall in love with you! So madness!" 

He kept stroking your hair, repeating over and over that he loves you. You fell asleep feeling completely happy.

[ayellowcurtain]

Fic where senne has a panic attack cause of his family and sander is the only one who can calm him down in the flat? Just found family love no romance

When Sander gets to the flat, everyone is basically waiting for him, all clearly anxious, waiting around Robbe’s bedroom door. 

This is how they work: somehow they don’t talk about it, they don’t share their deepest problems and worries, but they all know about everyone’s problem. Even Sander knew Senne had some problems. He was there a few times when things were starting to end between Senne and Zoe. And he can’t remember how he knows, but he does know that Zoe and Senne were getting back together during quarantine. 

Robbe walks nervously to him, at least remembering to give him a hello kiss and Sander sighs, wanting to be with him already, but the other two are looking at him like he’s a real good doctor. Sander holds Robbe’s hand and walks back to Milan and Zoe. 

“Hey...what happened?” 

Milan and Robbe looks at Zoe and Sander feels himself getting anxious like they all are so he holds Robbe’s hand a little tighter. 

“I don’t know...he’s been on edge for a few days now and I asked him to go see his doctor, he only goes because I asked him to anyway, but he didn’t want to go and he started hyperventilating, talking nonstop.” 

Sander has no idea what to do. He knows what works for him on his bad days, but he doesn’t know Senne that well. But he thinks he’s the best option around the ones Senne has right now. And Robbe is looking at him with his big, puppy eyes and Sander thinks he can try to help. It’s Robbe’s friend and roomate and he’s here already. 

“You think I can get in there and talk to him?” Sander decides to check, Senne has the fame of being kinda grumpy and with a bad temper. Zoe looks around like Robbe did when we walked Sander to them and Milan puts his arm around her like Senne is with a deadly disease or something and she nods her head, nervously putting her hair behind her ear. 

Sander kisses Robbe’s temple and lets go of his hand, going to Zoe’s bedroom for the first time, leaving the door a little open. 

- 

As soon as his boyfriend enters Zoe’s bedroom, they all go completely quiet, staring at the door. The walls at the flat are paper thin, so they hear when Sander sits on the bed, how he waits long, stressful second until he asks how Snne is doing, if he wants to talk about it. 

Robbe feels tired and feels how his muscles are tight, his short nails drawing lines on the palms of his hands. Sander spends almost half an hour inside with Senne, they can barely hear him from the hall and Milan pushes Zoe and Robbe back inside his bedroom to wait. 

They stay quiet, but at least now they’re sitting, staring at walls instead of a bedroom door. 

Robbe lies down, sighing and Milan looks at him, searching for something to talk about and distract them. They try to talk about how Robbe is getting used to his new bedroom back at his mom’s place, but in the back of his mind, he’s constantly hoping Sander will show up at his door the next second. 

It was probably a selfish idea to ask for his help with this. Robbe is just hoping Sander is fine when he comes back. Robbe can’t be the reason to trigger any more episodes for his boyfriend. 

Almost ten minutes later, they hear steps and Sander appears at his door again, getting inside like it’s his own bedroom. It still feels very much like Robbe’s bedroom. With COVID and everything, his bedroom didn’t change much since he moved out, there’s nobody living there yet. 

“I think he wants to rest a little bit, but he seems okay to me...” Sander doesn’t need to say it twice, sitting close to Robbe, his hand on Robbe’s thigh, Zoe gets up and walks carefully to her bedroom. 

Robbe holds Sander’s hand, kissing his shoulder, “You okay?” 

He doesn’t care if he looks and sounds desperate, Sander looks at him and nods his head, kissing his cheek. By the way he looks at Robbe, it’s clear that he knows what Robbe is thinking. 

“I’m okay, cutie. Don’t worry. And I’m taking my medication, sleeping well when we’re not busy-” He stops, looking at Milan and Robbe follows his eyes, watching how Milan is clearly at ease now too, interested about how they spend their night, “facetiming each other, to talk. About homework, life, school. Boring stuff.” 

Robbe smiles, letting himself breath normally again now that everything is slowly going back to the usual. 

“Of course, so many boring things to talk about. I remember hearing all about your late conversations...” 

Robbe looks at Sander, nodding his head to Milan and he laughs, hiding his face against Sander’s shoulder blades, holding his hand tighter. 

[anishbala97]

The Anime Tenenbaums

The former East Germans still have the sense of nostalgia of stability in the now capitalist unified Germany. We also feel the same thing. In my case, things were much simpler when I was a kid. I get to enjoy a lot of shows, some of which were anime.

Anime and I go a long way back. My relationship with anime is even older than that of Star Wars and Video Games. It was 2005 when my childhood was at its peak. I joined my new school back then. The cartoons and anime shows aired in India were great. We used to watch cartoons Oswald, Powerpuff Girls, Dexter's Lab, Spongebob Squarepants, etc. These shows, however, hold no candle to the anime shows like Dragon Ball Z, Kochikame, Digimon, Pokemon, Doremon, Shin Chan, etc.

But the anime my classmates and I knew and loved was Beyblade. It was like a fidget spinner before it was cool (Thank god, they're dead). Imagine asking your parents to buy those Beyblade tops. It'll be like asking the Kohinoor diamond from the Brits. Sure there were other anime shows with popular merchandise like Bakugan and Yuh-Gi-Oh but, Beyblade will always be my favorite. The anime itself was great because of the fight scenes, story, and characters.

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. All American cartoons and anime shows got replaced with sub-par animated series made in India like Chota Bheem and Motu Patlu. These shows are just cheap Pop-Eye the Sailor where instead of getting strength by eating spinach, you get the same thing by eating sweets and samosas.

My school also started to become a hellhole for me with all the constant bullying. The so-called "mature kids" often look down on anime and video games. So I had to stop watching anime out of peer pressure. Hypocritical, isn't it? They spend hours watching sitcoms on their streaming shows, yet they have the nerve to comment on someone else's interest.

By the time I've reached 11th grade, I've decided to ignore what other people had to say. Yeah, once I got over the "What will people say?" phase. Lucky Star and The Melancholy of Harumi Suzumiya were the first anime shows I've completed. Kyoto Animations made those two shows. The same animation studio suffered an arson attack almost two years ago. I also became edgy in that same period. I used to make edgy jokes about sensitive subject matter. Google Plus was active back then, so I made anti-anime memes to piss off the Weeaboos and Otakus. Guess I got too much Filthy Frank in my blood.

Well, it didn't last long, unfortunately. My edgy behavior started taking a toll on me, and I was about to graduate from school. So I quit Google Plus and started focusing on getting admission in college. When that ended, I started watching anime for real. My first anime in college was Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood. The anime was mature with its story and characters. At the same time, I bought my Netflix Subscription, and I started watching anime from there. Netflix sure has good taste when publishing their anime shows like Violet Evergarden and Devilman Crybaby. Thanks to Netflix, I was able to consume more anime content.

I've also started drawing anime characters because of my love for anime. I even wrote articles to pay homage to my fondness for anime. At the same time, I also griped how my country has a problem with anime while promoting sub-par Bollywood movies. My articles also include some of my drawings.

When this pandemic began, it forced everyone to stay at home. With a lot of free time in my hands, I started watching anime shows that I have interests in like, the 4th Season of Attack on Titan, which has subverted expectations and a great soundtrack. Other anime shows like My Hero Academia, Kill La Kill, Gurren Lagen, Konusuba, Wonder Egg Priority, Kakegurui, and so on were great shows that I've enjoyed.

I have also watched the anime short of Blade Runner 2049, which brings the reminiscence of both Akira and Blade Runner. The Matrix franchise also had its anime shorts known as The Animatrix. So did Batman with the anime series known as Batman: Gotham Knight. And now the Star Wars franchise is finally getting its anime treatment known as Star Wars Vision. It's funny that anime has more respect for pop culture more than Hollywood.

I know some people will have issues with anime. They often compare it with hentai, which is the pornography version of anime. Or they compare it with other cartoons. In that end, I can only say that everyone has different tastes. And, nobody has a right to change that. Unfortunately, the internet does not see it that way. The best course of action to deal with such people is to avoid them. And if they don't leave you alone, take necessary legal action.

I think this quote is gravely misunderstood by the masses, especially on Twitter. When Netflix's movie "Cuties" was mauled online for their sexualization of children, people on Twitter started blaming anime as well. People on Twitter points out anime's sexualization of children in their shows or movie. Whether it's legally and morally right to sexualize kids on anime is heavily debated. YouTuber MoistCritical debunks the argument made by people on Twitter. He stated that comparing something drawn and animated with a movie that used real-life children to commit sexual acts is outrageous. He called out Twitter being an absolute cesspool for comparing fiction with reality.

Putting that aside, we must not forget that we're dealing with a global pandemic. And for us students, we're dealing with a hypertoxic competition which makes our lives look like David Fincher's movie Seven. It's only a matter of time when I graduate from college, and I fear that the aftermath will be uncertain. I don't know what I'm going to do. There are times when things become unbearable for me to handle. So I rely on anime and video games to comfort myself in the worst of times. Of course, we have to face reality eventually. But facing reality doesn't mean we should abandon our hobbies entirely. It's better to cherish and embrace those moments we have with our hobbies. In my case, I should enjoy what I have with anime.

[wri0thesley]

scenario formaggio touching up his s/o right during a la squadra meeting? cause IMO he loves public sex and the thrill of being caught

thirsting for cheese tonight

the sofa - formaggio x fem!reader

nsfw. afab reader, fem pronouns. public sex. overuse of pet names. 2k

Sometimes La Squadra meetings migrate to the living room by virtue of comfort and so many of you already being gathered there; there are comfortable sofas, cushions, and Risotto’s own cracked leather seat that nobody else would dare claim. Unfortunately, sometimes this means you’re left in an uncomfortable position during the meeting because you have no wish to move from where you are and disrupt the rest of the room’s occupants - and today, that means you’re sat on Formaggio’s lap with your arms around his neck when Prosciutto strolls into the room and tries to snap everyone to attention before Risotto comes in with the assignments. 

“Sit up straight, Pesci! Formaggio, could you keep your hands to yourself for ten minutes? Melone, stop hanging all over Ghiaccio and be a professional for once in your life!”

Pesci stiffens, Melone pouts, and Formaggio - easy grin on his face, unruffled totally by Prosciutto’s stern voice, says;

“Aww, Prosh. One day you’ll get a cutie like mine and you’ll know what a sacrifice that’d be.”

Prosciutto sneers at him, but Risotto’s slow and methodical steps (he can be quiet when he wants to be - but in the hideout, he has no need to hide) echo on the scratched wooden flooring and Prosciutto turns sharply to his seat, perching on the sofa cushion delicately as if he’s afraid of getting everyone else’s dirt on his immaculate Prada suit. Well. You have seen Melone sit there before. You can’t really blame him. 

Formaggio’s arms lock even tighter around your waist, pulling you further in, neatly settling you perfectly into his lap.  Contentedly, he nuzzles his face against yours, breathing in the scent of your hair and murmuring - as Risotto sits down on his armchair and looks seriously from one member of his squad to the other; 

“Sweetiepie, you’re just the cutest damn thing. How’m I supposed to keep my hands off you, huh?”

You giggle under your breath, aware that Prosciutto is giving you a furious glare, and rest your head on Formaggio’s shoulder too. You move your ass - just a little, to try and get comfortable between Formaggio’s knees on his lap - and have to stop yourself from freezing when you realise that there’s something hard and excited digging into your softest parts. You feel your face flush, and sneak a glance at Formaggio - your boyfriend’s face is free and easy, his smile wide, but his eyes . . . his eyes are glinting wickedly. He knows you’ve felt it. 

He shifts too, making out that he’s just readjusting to get comfortable, but you know that what he’s actually doing is grinding his hardness into you. 

This isn’t the first time Formaggio’s goaded you into doing this kind of stuff somewhere risque - it is the first time, though, he’s dared to do it when he’s entirely in work mode. In front of your boss!

Risotto is calling to Ghiaccio, and everyone’s attention slips onto those two. One of Ghiaccio’s hits had gotten a little too out of control, White Album had been used on some people who it shouldn’t have - and Formaggio uses the distraction as a chance to reach his hand out and pull you further into him, his grip curling around your thigh and pushing your skirt up a little more than is entirely reasonable. 

“‘Maggio--” You whisper, at once impressed by his brazenness and flustered by it, and your boyfriend gives you another one of those heart-rendingly sleazy smiles.

“Honeybunch,” he says, under his breath and low. “Y’don’t like it when I touch you?”

You look away, demure and flushing. You love it. 

“Aww, that’s my girl!” He cheer-whispers. Fingers slide over bare skin, gently brushing your underwear - and you move your legs a little to try and hide that Formaggio’s hand is currently looking ready to dive between your thighs. His other hand comes around to cup your ass, angling you a little differently. You’re thankful that you and Formaggio are in a corner of the sofa and you’re closer to facing the wall than you are to facing the other people. 

“Prosciutto?” Risotto’s voice cuts across the room. Prosciutto is at the other end of the sofa you and Formaggio are sharing (and somehow, the knowledge that it’s prissy Prosciutto, who would no doubt be the most scandalised if he realised what was going on, that’s closest to you is thrilling in the best way). “I have your assignment, too.”

His fingertips ghost along the lips of your sex through your damp underwear. You’d felt yourself growing wet the minute he’d whispered how cute you were into your ear in that low, smooth voice, and the way he’s manhandling you and touching you without a care for the rest of your teammates catching you had only added to the mess of slick you can feel pooling between your thighs.

“Sweetie,” he whispers, his breath ghosting your neck and earlobe. “Y’gettin’ all worked up already?”

“It’s you,” you whisper back as softly as you can, because Prosciutto is straining forwards to hear what a good job he’d done on his last hit (the kiss-ass). “Everything you do works me up.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t do this then, huh?” He whispers. Fingers lift some of the sodden fabric away from your sex, prying beneath the elastic to get at what’s beneath. Your breath catches in your throat. “Don’t want you to get overwhelmed, baby girl--”

“‘Maggio,” you say, softly as you can, your tone petulant. “Maggio, please--”

He breathes out, a huff of amusement.

“You know I can’t say no to anythin’ you want, angel,” he says - and fingers dip between the lips of your sex into your slick, brushing your clit and your entrance with well-practised little movements, his wrist barely moving so as not to draw too much attention to you both. You bite your lip at the sudden feel (his fingers are rough and cool), but your attempts to stop your reactions in your tracks clearly aren’t good enough, because your name is called across the room.

It’s not Risotto’s voice.

It’s Pesci’s, tremulous. 

“A-are you okay?” He asks you, and suddenly all eyes in the room are on you. Your thighs instinctively tighten around Formaggio’s hand, trapping him between them. The friction is almost enough to make you moan, but you know better than to do that with all the eyes on you. You blink innocently at Pesci, stifling a fake yawn with your shoulder.

“L-last hit just had me up a bit late,” you tell him, your voice shaking imperceptibly. “I’m tired.”

Risotto is staring at you. His dark sclera bore into you and you wonder if you’re about to be fired, or exposed for being shameless in the communal areas of the hideout, or exposed instead for simply being desperate--

“I don’t have any missions for either of you,” he says, after a beat. “But it’s good to foster team spirit. I won’t keep you long.” He squints down at his papers again. He has terrible eyesight, but he won’t use glasses. “Melone?”

“Yes?” Melone’s voice is pleased and sing-song. The rest of the team turn their heads towards him, frustration already beginning to gather in the air. Melone’s presence and general being can be contentious at the best of times. 

Slowly, as the attention fades, you let your thighs relax and Formaggio is able to move his hands again. Snickering, he leans in and breathes in the smell of your hair at the same time as he mumbles into the top of your head;

“You’re tight everywhere, huh, sweetie?”

You nestle your head further into him, resting your own face close to his neck. You desperately, desperately, want to reach forward and kiss the swell of his adam’s apple and the concaves of his throat, kiss and suck love bites into his neck, gently nibble on his ear until he gets grumbly and breathy and hungry for you (you know, better than anything, how to drive Formaggio to distraction so all he can think about is driving you into the mattress until your thighs shake and you beg) - but you are still in public. You are still surrounded by the rest of your squad. You do not need to give Melone any jack-off material.

“You could always find out.” You say, hushed, your breath brushing against his heated skin. 

You know Formaggio well enough to know that the breath he expels at that is ragged, but Prosciutto is berating Melone for something and the attention is elsewhere. Formaggio’s smile curves his lips in a way that makes you want to leave a line of kisses all along it. 

“Maybe I will then, cutie.”

One finger circles your entrance, coating itself in your slick and arousal. You resist the urge to squirm in his lap, wiggle your hips, and all in all shamelessly beg him to fuck you with that same finger. He’s achingly slow filling you up with it, clearly trying to make sure you don’t give the game away - but that doesn’t stop the fact that his pace is maddening. 

One knuckle. Two knuckle. The base of his finger, his others pressing against other parts of your slick sex, his thumb gently resting over your swollen clit. You want him to go at you with abandon, but you have to school your face into a neutral expression, pretend that Formaggio isn’t pulling out of you (the slow drag of his skin against your velvet damp walls just as frustrating as the slow entrance) in order to press two of his fingers inside you at once.

“You’re soaking, babe,” Formaggio growls, holding himself back in volume a little worse than before, and you look around to make sure nobody is looking at you. “Y’really like being all cute and cosy on my lap like this? I ain’t complainin’, ‘course . . . but y’sure do look adorable tryin’ told hold yourself back.”

You nod, a furtive thing, your cheeks pink. The meeting is drawing to a close, you know it - and Formaggio’s drags and pumps are slow and lazy, not wanting the rest of the team to be drawn to his wrist frantically fucking you (even if you’re beginning to care much less about being caught and much more about the ache low in your stomach). Risotto bids them a goodnight. 

The rest of the squad stand up, stretching out their backs, sighing and checking watches and pagers. Goodbyes are called, goodnight greetings are given - and all of them, respectfully, walk by Risotto who remains in his chair as they all go their separate ways. 

“Are you two not going to bed?” Risotto’s voice cuts across the room, as you feel your walls tighten around him in a cross between anxiety and need. “I thought you were tired.”

“J-just gonna cuddle for a bit longer,” Formaggio says, lying through his teeth but still managing to sound much cooler and more level-headed than you know that you would. “Y’know how it is. Y’have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world, y’gotta show her it, y’know?”

“Oh, you,” you breathe out, hoping Risotto doesn’t hear the hitch in your breath or see how swollen your lips are. “You’re too cute--”

“Just as cute as someone like you deserves, sweetie-baby-angel,” Formaggio says, putting his face near yours to rub his nose against your own. You almost faint at how his fingers move inside you when he does it, and at the smirk you get as he pulls away. Whether the smirk was at the cutesy motions or the awful nickname or him knowing exactly what his fingers were doing inside you, you cannot say. 

Risotto blinks at you both slowly, and then inclines his head. He turns away, and you feel Formaggio let out a breath you hadn’t realised he was holding. Your capo moves across the living room slowly, and you think you’ve gotten away with it, until he says loud and clear--

“Don’t ruin the sofa. The rest of them like to sit there sometimes too.”

Well. Fuck. 

[creativeskullcreations]

Outside chapter 13: Moving in

And here's chapter 13 everyone! The climax for the arc is coming soon, so hold onto your Puppets everyone!

Although I may or may not put up Happy Times episode 3 first, depends on what I feel like writing these next two weeks. So, y'know, keep an eye out. :D

The next day started easily enough. Will and Stacy ate breakfast, and the set up the bedroom for Scout to stay in. Stacy saw no point in forcing the Puppet to hide in a bag all day again, when they could simply let her stay in the bedroom instead. She set up the laptop with Netflix, and made sure the Switch was all charged up for her to play on when she got bored of movies. She even asked what kind of snacks she'd want, though that didn't get a reply.

Still, they managed to get her settled in and locked the door just in time for Lisa and Mason to show up. Though Lisa was more than a little curious about it.

"So." The blonde started, quirking an eyebrow. "Why'd you lock the bedroom door?" Her tone was teasing, but Stacy felt a cold rush of fear from what she might think if she found Scout. Would Lisa run? Or would she be violent to Scout? Or worse, would she want to play dress up with her?

No. Under no circumstances should Lisa find out about the Puppet. Not yet, and not now.

"It's just a mess from last night, so we figured we'd be polite about it." Stacy told her, the lie she'd practiced coming easily. Will knew the story too, and had even checked it for holes.

"Oh, please, you two are as vanilla as fresh milk." Lisa countered, and Stacy panicked. The one thing they hadn't considered! "What are you hiding in there? A puppy? Or maybe a kitten?" She looked excited, and Stacy could feel a headache coming on.

"Nothing you need to see, Lisa." Will told her as he walked past. "Now, are you gonna help us out or not? I want to get this done today, so I don't have to pay extra for the truck."

"Fine, fine. But I am so gonna find out what you guys are hiding in there!" She promised. Stacy just scoffed as they followed Will outside.

"Good luck." Was all she said, even knowing Lisa would only take it as a challenge. She had faith, though, that her friend wouldn't be able to beat it.

Not that it stopped her from trying, of course. Lisa was nothing if not determined.

And so, in between carrying boxes into Will's house, the attempted to see what was in the bedroom. It started simple, with just trying to see through the keyhole or under the door. And then Mason caught her outside, trying to look in the window.

"Okay Lees, seriously?! Are you high? Because this seems like the kind of thing only High Lisa would do." He scolded as he dragged her back inside by the arm. Luckily Will and Stacy weren't nearby, or she'd be getting a double helping of Disappointed Glaring. No, they were getting ready to go buy everyone Subway, which was real nice of them if you asked Mason.

"Lil bit." She admitted. "But don't you wanna know what Mr. and Mrs. Vanilla think is kinky?" Mason just sighed, rubbing his eyes as she continued. "I'll bet they aren't, really. I think they adopted a pet! Which would be really weird for Stacy, since she doesn't like animals."

"You're such a fucking motormouth when you get high." He groaned before practically flinging her into the armchair in the living room. He grabbed his phone and put on a random YouTube video. "Watch that and try to sober up a bit, okay? And no more trying to look in their bedroom, you fucking weirdo."

"Yeah okay..." She mumbled, already entranced by the cat video. Mason smirked as he went back outside to see their friends off and double check the U haul for any forgotten boxes. He caught them just as they were getting into Will's car.

"We'll be back soon." Will said as Stacy climbed in the passenger seat. He himself was already in the driver's seat, food list clutched in one hand. "Stay out of our bedroom. And my basement."

"Will do boss!" Mason agreed, then watched them go. He checked the truck, finding no boxes. He closed the door, then went back inside to wait for Will and Stacy to return.

He went to the living room, only to find Lisa not where he left her. the only thing on the arm chair was his cell phone, neatly placed in the very center. He swore and picked it, shoving it in his pocket as he rushed to the bedroom door. She was there, of course, kneeling in front of it as she picked the lock. She looked up as he approached, looking quite cheery.

"Now's our chance!" She hissed excitedly as she worked the door. Mason grabbed her arm, trying to pull her away even as she kept working.

"Lees, no! You don't know what could be in there!" He insisted, but she pulled back. He didn't fight her too hard, not wanting to hurt her, but she was quite obviously out of her mind.

"C'mon Mason! Don't tell me you're not curious!" She grinned as she broke free, and finished unlocking the door. "Ooooh, what if it's that weird occult stuff they're into? That could be fun."

"No, it wouldn't!" Mason had seen things, back when Will had first started his hunting hobby. Things that still gave him nightmares sometimes. "We shouldn't open that door."

"Too late!" Lisa exclaimed gleefully, shoving it open and peering inside. Despite his protests, Mason did too, curious as to what exactly Will would allow to be kept in his bedroom.

'Maybe it is just a puppy or something. God I hope that's all it is.' He thought desperately, tensed to run at the first sign of trouble.

For a long moment, nothing happened. There was no movement, and the bedroom looked just like it always did, though with an open laptop and a Switch on the bed. Mason sighed in relief, and went to close the door.

"See? Nothing there except a computer and Nintendo. Now, let's close the door and lock up again before they get back and we get in trouble." He closed the door, completely missing the small figure that sneaked out as he did so.

"Pfft, lame." Lisa knelt down and began to try and re-lock the door. "I thought for sure there'd be a dildo or something on the floor, at the very least!"

"Yeah, well, there's not. So let's never mention this to anyone ever, okay?" Mason asked, turning and going into the kitchen, only to freeze at what he saw there.

"Ugh, fiiiine!" The blonde groaned as she finished up. She stood up, only to find her friend standing stock still in front of the kitchen counter. "Uh, Mason?" She joined him, only to stop and stare too.

"Nobody fucking move!" It was a small blue hand puppet with purple hair. It was pointing  a large kitchen cleaver straight at them, and glaring with angry yellow eyes. It looked mad, madder than Mason could remember any other doll looking.

And it was the cutest thing Lisa had ever seen.

"You're so adorable!" She squealed, making both puppet and Mason jump. The puppet readjusted it's grip, now pointing the knife at her while Mason stared at her with a dumbfounded expression.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He yelled. "We're being mugged by a possessed puppet, and you think it's cute?! Lisa!"

"But look at it! It's got little mitten hands, and some of the most realistic hair I've ever seen! It's so cute!" She reached for it, only drawing back when it swung the knife wildly at her hands. "Aw, I can't believe Stacy never told me about you!"

"How fucking high are you?!" Mason asked at the same the Puppet yelled "Get the hell out of my house!"

A dull thump sounded behind them, and the two humans turned to see Will staring at the Puppet in shock, Subway bags on the floor around him. "She has a knife." He muttered, sounding just a little bit broken. "Why does she have a knife? I  hid all the knives."

Stacy came charging around him, more bags hanging from her arm. She went right pass Mason and Lisa, and grabbed the knife away from the Puppet. She set it down on the counter then grabbed the Puppet up and hugged her close, though she resisted.

"They broke into the bedroom!" She insisted, jabbing a mitten hand at the two. "They broke in! I didn't break out, I swear!" Her voice held a desperate edge to it, one that made Lisa feel bad for being curious at all. For one white hot second, she worried Stacy might be the type to punish the poor thing for this.

"Scout- Scout it's fine! I'm not mad." Stacy turned to glare at Lisa. "At you, anyways." She finished, a stern tone to her voice. Lisa knew immediately she had to try and defuse the situation.

"Aw, c'mon Stace! You can't fault me for thinking you guys were hiding something in there. And, I was right! You were hiding this adorable little thing! How could you do that to me Stacy?" She gave puppy dog eyes, but her friend just sighed.

"You're lucky I only have one hand, or I'd smack you." She deadpanned.

"Fair enough." The blonde grinned. "Let me make it up to you. I can make this little cutie some new shirts, so she's not wearing that filthy one all the time."

Stacy paused. She... didn't actually know if Scout could take off her shirt. She supposed she could always wear any new ones over it, but wasn't sure.

"I don't know..." Stacy said out loud. She looked over to where Mason was helping Will pick up their food, a quiet conversation passing between them. She wasn't too sure what they were talking about, but figured it had to be Scout.

"Aw, c'mon! It shouldn't be too hard. What is she, about American Girl doll size? I make clothes in that size all the time for my sisters."

"...I'll think about it." Stacy finally said, as Scout climbed up onto her shoulder, and to the top of her head. The Puppet pulled on her hair, but Stacy was able to keep herself from reacting to the pain. It wasn't that bad, compared to what she'd been through already. And she didn't want to remove the Puppet anyways, in case she went back to being a recluse.

Lisa helped get some plates set up and distribute the food, chattering all the while about all the clothes she was going to make for Scout. Shirts, hats, even tiny mittens for when it got cold out. Scout found it all very absurd, although Stacy seemed interested in it.

'I'm not going to need those things anyways. Why is Stacy even humoring her?' Scout watched as the Hosts all sat and started to eat, still perched on her Host's head. She desperately wanted to try what they were eating, but turned away when Stacy offered her some. 'You don't even want to stay. No point in trying it anyway. Besides, it's just dumb Host feed.'

After lunch Mason and Lisa left for home, with Mason promising not to let Lisa have anymore weed. Meanwhile Will went to return the big truck they'd used, leaving Stacy and Scout alone. The Puppet took the time to look around, noting how many boxes there were stacked against the walls. Some of them had writing on them, but many were blank. Stacy sighed as she took in all the blank ones, hand on her hip.

"Would it really kill him to label things for once." She muttered, then gave Scout a grim look. "He did this when he moved up here. Didn't write down what was in a single box, and then ended up buying a lot of stuff he didn't need to simply because he couldn't find it." She grabbed a small knife out of her pocket, opening it with some difficulty, then jabbed it into one of the unmarked boxes. "Let's see which one of these has my comics in it..."

Scout watched her open the box from the couch, listening to the noises of frustration when what the Host wanted wasn't there. She wasn't deterred, though, and quickly moved to the next unlabeled box after scrawling on the newly opened one with a smelly black marker. Each new box held either a groan of frustration, or a shout of excitement as Stacy searched through each one for what she needed.

"Y'know, this is almost like Christmas. Except, more annoying cause I'm trying to find my stuff, rather than getting new stuff." She said after a while of of box opening. She finished writing and turned to the Puppet, who was absorbed in one of the comics she'd found. Speaking of, we'll probably be going to my grandpa's cabin with my family for Christmas this year. I should probably figure out how to tell them about you."

"Why?" Scout asked. She didn't see a point to

"Well, you'd be coming with us, obviously." Stacy told her, and the Puppet felt herself freeze up at the implication. The Host didn't notice. "My brother, Danny, he's gonna love you!"

'No I'm not.' She thought sadly as the human rambled on about her brother. 'I'm not going anywhere else if I can help it.'

Her plan had been working, quite well actually. She'd felt tired, lethargic even. And each movement had felt more and more difficult as time passed, to the point where she'd been sure it was about to end any day.

And then Stacy's fucking friends had opened the fucking door, and Stacy had grabbed her. Now she felt stronger than ever, and her plan was ruined.

No, she realized suddenly, while Stacy continued talking about her parents, not entirely ruined. She remembered something Riley had told her, before she'd been stitched to her very first Host. The bond relied on physical contact, but also proximity. Her energy would drain faster if she was further away.

"Hey, Host." She piped up, interrupting the human, who turned to look at her with a confused(and slightly hurt, but Scout ignored that) expression.

"Hmm?" She tilted her head, still bent over a half opened box. When Scout didn't answer immediately she started to get worried and straightened up. "What? Is something wrong?"

For a moment, Scout didn't speak, staring down at the colorful pages spread out in front of her. She didn't want to do this, but wasn't any other choice. Not for her, anyways. Never for her.

'No turning back now. This Puppet's going down! Before anyone else gets hurt...'

"Do you think we could have a window open tonight?"

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I will just say YES 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 my baby KAITO FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL INDEED WAS SOMETHING UNIQUE 😍😍😍🔥🔥🔥 I am curios honestly how a kid who only interacted with tough men Yakuza deal with other kids. I mean the only kids he knows are kin and haru .. but those girls are way to younger. *was even kin born ?* I will just say i am looking forward to it. Kai better not to threat any teacher on that day 😂💘.

baby boi Kaito only has his sister only after two months he made it into seven years old ^^ while Haru is two years younger

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"Why are they crying..?" Kaito asked numbly, looking at a couple comforting probably their daughter while she cried endlessly.

Not only her actually... a bunch of kids around his age were crying and even some were aling with their parents...

"Because they are spoiled runts." Chisaki mumbled while you only sended him a hopeless look.

Brat was common for him to call his son but other kids he had to refer as that... not even caring if other people could hear it or not.

It didn't matter to him, especially since they recognized him as the leader of the Shie Hassaikai... what would they do about it? Come fight with him? One glare of his was enough to send even adults shivering...

"Runts." Kaito repeated monotonously as he looked at the kids in seriousness.

"Baby please don't refer your colleagues like that..." you said desperately at your six years old boy who only looked up at you in question, pointing discretely at the kids woth one of his eyebrows lifted up.

"Colleagues? This bunch of nobodies? I prefer being with the eight precepts..."

Kai had to stifle a dry chuckle at his son tone of voice and commentary before you and him gave him your goodbyes, promising to pick him up later.

"Guess who got mom's attention now brat?" Chisaki whispered to his son before he gasped in offence and tried to reach for you two... but the guard had stopped him.

"MY REVENGE IS CLOSER DADDY!"

"Revenge? Revenge of wh-"

"This kid is weird, didn't you already got used to it angel?" Chisaki waved off your question and walked besides you.

Kaito slowly made his way to the class and soom spoted a bunch of the kids he saw, crying their eyes out, talking eargly and happily together.

What the hell? Weren't they sad a second ago? Were they sick? Daddy wouldn't like this place...

He immediately notice the mess it was the place, toys sprawled out everywhere and their school suplies messily placed on their desks...

"Ew..." Kaito mumbled monoustly before taking a place on the front.

The teacher soon cams in and helped the students ro introduce theirselfes, gently grabbing their wrist and helping writing their name on the huge board.

"Now you! What's your name cutie?" The brow haired woman asked looking at Kaito, whose immediately got up from his chair with a nod and grabbed the chalk.

He slowly wrote his name on Kanji on the board before finishing with a point and placing the chalk back. Looking dead in the eyes of their classmates speaking out loud.

"Chisaki. Kaito Chisaki."

He noticed how his teacher stared imprissed at seing only him be able to write his name so perfectly before jumping at hearing the 'Chisaki'.

"Chisaki you say?!" Another boy shouted at the end of the classroom.

"Are you deaf or blind? I just said it... and is writen over here." He innocently pointed at the board, not notocing that he was slightly rude.

"I heard that name before! It was from my daddy! He said it was from a criminal! Is your dad a criminal?" A girl exclaimed not much far away while the teacher's face went white.

"No. Your dad must be dump." Kaito said already in defence as he looked up at the quivering woman.

"Can I sit now? Please?"

The teacher put on a nervous smile and nodded at the boy before returning the class, TRYING to ignore the fact that she was the unfortunate to be the one responsible for the leader of the mafia's son... Overhaul's son...

Oh god she was soooo screwed...

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"Yo! Chisaki!" A boy exclaimed at Kaito who only looked up from his drawing in disinterest.

"Your dad is an yakusa boss huh?! That is cool! How many people he beat up or kills at the day?"

Kaito lifted one of his eyebrows up, not even expressing a hint of any emotions.

"Since when this is from your concern?" The boys looked at him like he just spoke another language and Chisaki smirked while scoffing.

'Idiots.' he thought when he returned his attention to his drawing.

"Hey Chisaki-kun? Do you wanna play with us?" A girl aproached him and Kaito sighed in annoyance, guarding his suplies and drawing.

"Play what? Shogi?" The girl shook her head and pointed at the bunch of kids a bit far away.

"Its hide and seek!"

"... we are on the class. There is no room to hide, unless you just cave a hole and just... burries yourself." Kaito pointed at the ground, cleary not understanding their sensw of knowledge.

"Besides this place is a mess already... excuse me? Miss Suzuki?" The teacher looked down in surprise at the boy in wonder bit smiled no less at the chivalry this little man already had.

"Yes Chisaki? What do you need?"

"Is more like a question. Does the people responsible for cleaning even know how to properly clean?" The teacher widened her eyes in surprise "There is a lot of dust on the floor and maybe a few orders about organization would be good around here, because look!" He pointed at the center which was indeed a mess.

"The worst part is that this kid is right..." the teacher whispered ro herself before she felt Kaito tigging at her clothing and offering her a handkerchief.

"Sorry, your glasses are dirty. I thought you might need one of these."

"U-uh! Thank you Kaito, is... sweet of you." She said embarringly while picking the the object from Kaito's hand.

It was going to be a long year for her...

[deadlygoddess85]

Eternal Soul - Serie

- Part 2 - 

Chapter 2 - The Coven

Pairing: The witches x Hongjoong, Seonghwa, San and Jongho

Words: a lot

Genre: Fantasy - a bit of horror

Songs suggestion: The Queen of the damned soundtrack. 

Characters presentation - The vampires

Characters presentation - The Witches

/ CHAPTER 1 - THE BEACONING /

The sweet laugh of the chubby baby sitting on the toy plane made her chuckle. Even if she has been doing this for the past 3 years, babies are still her weakness. She loved them so much and this one, was a little cutie pie with the tiny aviator hat, the goggles, and the blue scarf around his tiny neck. He was having the time of his life with this toy plane.

The mother was incredibly pleased, and she promises to buy a lot of photos from this session. So, Nina made sure to make her baby look the best.

“Oh Nina! You are the best with kids!” said the woman picking up her baby boy.

Nina blushed, putting a strand of hair behind her ear “Thank you Mrs. Abbott. It’s easy to do my job with this munchkin” she said, playfully pinching the baby’s chubby cheek.

Mrs. Abbott looked at her watch and gasped “Oh my god! It’s already 9. I’m so sorry Nina, I didn’t know it was so late already”

“No worries Madam. You are my last client for today. Plus, we need the perfect picture for your little prince, right?”

The mother smiled, happy with Nina’s professionalism. The young woman walked them to the door and unlocked it

“Well, Mrs. Abbott, I will call you when the negatives are ready. We’ll schedule a new appointment to choose the pictures you want.”

Mrs Abbott thanked the photographer by giving her a huge tip and walked out the studio into the brisk summer night air. Nina looked at the woman walked away with her kid and she sighed. Her eyes went down to her hand on the 100$ bill the mother tipped.

“Thank you, Mrs. Abbott, you just paid for tonight’s rounds!” she chuckled.

The photographer closed the studio. She stopped in front of one of the mirrors in her shop and fix her make-up. She looked at her dress and smiled. She loved that dress; she remembered the day her mother gave it to her. The old woman had spent countless nights sewing the whole thing together as a surprise for her younger daughter.

Nina played with the hem of her skirt, her fingertip brushing across the embroidery details “I miss you mom!”

She wiped a small tear from her cheek and walked out her studio. She made sure the door was locked properly before she made her way to the Twilight Grove.

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The Twilight Grove was already pretty crowed even if it was early in the evening. Jo, the barmaid, was busy trying to get all the drinks order out as fast as possible. She was thankful about her decision to have her hair into two pompoms tonight, with the crowd around her bar, it was super warm. She finished a batch of Cosmopolitans for a group of girls who were at a table in the middle of the place. Jo put all the cocktails on a tray:

“Marcus, cover the bar a minute, I’ll drop these cocktails to the girls over there!” she said taking the tray in her right hand and walking to the center of the place. Walking through the dancers was a hard maneuver but she managed to get to the table without spilling anything.

“Here you go girls!” she said giving the cocktails one by one to the customers. They paid Jo, but barely left any tips. The barmaid smiled anyway and made her way back to the bar. She noticed a man sitting alone at a table in a far corner of the place. It wasn’t the first time she was seeing him there. She got back behind the bar and continued taking orders when her sister arrived

“JO!” she yelled, making her way behind the bar.

“Nina! You’re not supposed to be here!” Jo said softly, hugging her sister. Nina took two bottles of beers, gave them to a cute man that was waiting and made him pay. She looked at her older siblings and winked. Jo shook her head smiling,

“Alright! We could use your help. Go see this man over there. He has been waiting for a while!” Jo said pointing at the strange customers.

Nina salute her sister like a soldier and happily walked to the stranger.

San was too concentrated on the crowd to see Nina walked to him. He got startled when he heard her sweet voice

“Hi Sir, we are sorry for the long wait. Can I take your order?” she asked smiling.

San blinked looking at the lovely woman in front of him. His heart skips a beat when she placed a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.

“Hmm…I.. I don’t – w-what do you recommend?” he studder. Nina giggle “Cute!” she thought to herself. She gave the cocktail menu to the young man and bent to his level to show him her selection.

“If you like sweet cocktails, I suggest the Blackberry Vanilla Lemonade. It is spiked with vodka. Very good! But if you are more strong alcohol, the Old Fashion is a classic here”

San’s heart skipped a beat again while having Nina’s face this close to his, he slowly inhales her sent, she smelled like fresh raspberries. He adjusted the glasses on his nose and gulped hard.

“I’ll- I’ll have the Old Fashion….please!”  

Nina stand back up and winked at him “Coming right up!!”

San sighed heavily and slightly loosen his tie. He has seen a lot of people in his long vampire life, but nobody like this young woman. There was something about her. He decided to concentrate on her and read her mind.

Nina got back to the bar and gave the order to Jo. She leaned on the bar

“He’s cute, isn’t he?” she asked her sister

“Who?” Jo asked while she was mixing the cocktail.

“The man over there” Nina answered

Jo lift her gaze for a second, looking at the mysterious man and she smirked

“Well you sure did a good impression on him. He is so checking you out!”

Nina stared at him with hungry eyes and bit her bottom lips. San saw the way the young woman was looking at him. He fidgeted on his seat, clear his throat, and rake his hair with his soft fingers, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. Nina came back to him with his cocktail

“Here you go Sir! It’ll be 7$ please” she asked politely.

San gave her a 20$ bill while trying to avoid looking at her in the eyes. “You can keep the change” he said, his voice was tiny, almost a whisper. The young woman cocked her eyebrow at the sudden change of attitude. She pouted going back behind the bar to help her older sister. San downed the cocktail in one shot, the alcohol burnt his throat for a mere second and he left the bar.

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The place was silent, only the sound of her breathing and the humming of the refrigerator was echoing into the lab. The dark hair woman took a syringe in her steady hand and slowly pour the liquid contained in it into the petri dish. She looked at the result through the microscope and scribble the details into her notebook.  

“You are still here?” asked a male voice behind her. The woman took her goggles off and rubbed her eyes. She leaned her arms on the table and yawned

“Yes, I’m close I know I am, but I just can’t get the blood sequence right” she said softly.

The male walked to her and rest a hand on her shoulder “Andri, go back home! You haven’t slept in the last 48 hours. Get some sleep and come back in two days!”

Andri turned to face her colleague “But…”

“It’s an order! I’m your boss after all! GO!” the male ordered.

She sighed heavily. She knew too well she couldn’t win against her boss. She gathered her things, unwillingly, while her boss was watching her. She slowly walked toward the door of the lab

“Nobody touches my research please!” she said before her boss pushed her out the lab and locked the door. He waved at her with a big smile and she understood she had no other choice but leave and go home.

Although, she wasn’t in the mood to go home. She stopped by the lab’s showers, cleaned up and put on some clean clothes before getting out of the lab.

The wind was refreshing on her skin as she was walking toward the Twilight Grove. She walked pass a dark alley and heard a small whimper coming from the narrow road. She looked around her, hesitant, nobody was there, the street was empty. Andri made three slow steps in the alley

“Hello? Anyone there?” she asked. Silence, she was about to turn and walk away when she heard the whimper again. In a flash, Andri was pinned down by two vampires. Two vicious Nightshades trying to feed on her blood. Quickly, she reacted by focusing on her two sisters.

“Jo! Nina! HELP!”

Nearby, in the Twilight Grove, Jo and Nina suddenly hear an aerie voice calling for them. They both stop what they are doing and exchange a look. They automatically walked toward the exit

“Andri!” Nina shouted in the middle of the street.

“Where is she?” Jo asked her sister. They looked around; the street was empty. How was it even possible? A small fog-like smoke was hovering the ground, Jo saw, down the street, four maybe five vampires.

“Nightshades!?! What are they doing here?” her rhetorical question was only answered by the growl of three more vampires behind them. “We have to find Andri!” she told her younger sister.

Nina think quickly and she kneeled on the hard ground. She took a small piece of white chalk she always carries with her and started drawing runes on the hard ground, the fog covering the surface making it much harder for her.

“Cover me!” she told her older sister. Jo looked down at her sibling with wide eyes

“Are you kidding me?” The three vampires that were behind them tried to make a move toward the two sisters, but Jo quickly raised her hands in front of her and instantly the beast where violently pushed back by a huge invisible force. The three beasts were brutally shoved against the brick wall about 6 feet away.

“Hurry up!” Jo screamed at Nina on the ground. The young woman drew as fast as she could. As soon as the last rune was drawn on the ground, she put her hand together, gathering an imperceptible energy and with one huge flash she saw signs of her older sister. The vision was blurry, but Nina could see her. Andri was in an alley two blocks down surrounded by Nightshades. Nina quickly got up, she took Jo by the hand and start running toward the alley she saw in her vision.

“This way!” she said pulling on her sister to follow. Jo started running behind her younger sibling. Loud growls were heard behind them as more feral vampires gathered to chase them.

Andri was at the end of the alley, behind her a tall steel fence, in front of her; two Nightshades growling and hissing ready to pounce on their prey at any given second. She tried to use her powers but the previous attack by the vampire hurt her badly and she couldn’t concentrate enough to get her energy going.

As they were about to take advantage of the situation and attack, the two vampires burst in fire, right in front of Andri’s eyes. The beasts burned into aches in an agonizing moan as Jo and Nina ran to their sister.

“Are you alright?” Nina asked panting. Andri nodded before hugging her siblings, the little reunion was soon interrupted by more growls behind them. The three women were now blocked in the small alley, surrounded by 6 more Nightshades.

“Girls, I can’t use my magic!” Andri informed her sisters. Jo and Nina stepped forward to shield their kin from the menacing vampires in front of them. Jo remembered the last time she fought one of those in the past.

She recalls all the blood that was shed that day. She remembered how young she was, maybe 11-12 years old. She remembered; The whimpers of fellow witches agonizing on the floor as their blood was being drawn out of their bodies. The screeching sound of every Nightshades being slaughtered.

She was quickly brought back to reality when one of them didn’t hesitate to jump on her. The young women were trying her best to push away the beast hovering her body. Her muscles were flexing and trembling as the creature was putting all its weight on her poor arms. It snarled like a rabid dog a few inches only from her face.

“Nina!” she let out through gritted teeth, hoping her younger sister would help. But it’s only when she turned her gaze that she noticed Nina was already fighting two Nightshades. She cursed to herself.

Her muscles were about to give up, when suddenly the creature got pulled away from her. It took her a few seconds to realize what happened, but when she finally got up, she saw four men fighting the Nightshades. One of them, tall, black hair slicked back, perfect jawline, pale blue eyes, turned to Jo

“Stay back” he shouts with a stern voice. She didn’t try to argue and stepped back to protect Andri.

Nina wasn’t an expert at fists fighting but she could deal a good amount of damage while using her power of “Life link”. By linking her mind with the Nightshades, she was able to read them, and she was able to find their weakness more easily.

She has been able to stun one on the ground as another one stepped in front of her, punching her in the guts. The air got knocked out of her lungs. Nina dropped on one knee as she tries to catch her breath, at this instant, the feral who tried to jump on her got knocked down. The young woman lifted her eyes and saw the man from the bar, fighting the other creatures with a very skilled martial art.

The sisters retreated in the back of the alley as the four men were fighting the Nightshades away.

Soon, one of the creatures screeched signaling the others to retreat, which they did, leaving the sisters and the men alone in the small alley. The tall handsome one, walked to them.

“Are you girls alright?” he asked grabbing Jo by the neck and inspecting it carefully.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Paws down pretty boy!” Jo let out pushing him away from her.

“Seonghwa, my friend. Don’t be rude!” the voice was calm, eerie. It almost sounded like a melody to the sister’s ears. Another man walked towards them. Smaller than Seonghwa but just as beautiful. Deep brown eyes, silver hair, he was wearing an all-black Victorian Jacket with a dark blue embroidered vest and a black shirt. His fingers were decorated with many rings, and only the pinky of his left hand was painted in black nail polish.

The man stopped in front of the three women and politely bow,

“Please, excuse my friend. He didn’t mean to be rude. He is just…foreseeing” he said. “I am Hongjoong. Leader of this group.” He continued, bringing a hand to his heart as he bows again. “This handsome one is Seonghwa. There’s San” he said pointing at the man who help Nina “And that’s Jongho” he pointed at another man, roughly the same high. More muscular, short dark hair, cute features. He turned back to the sisters

“We are The Ateez family!” he said smiling “If I’m not mistaken, your girls are Moonlight sisters, right?”

Jo considered the man in front of her then those behind him.

“Yes, we are. And I’ve heard of your family.” She walked a few steps back shielding her younger sisters “You guys are vampires”.

Hongjoong chuckled “Indeed we are. Please come with us, your sister needs some medical attention and we need to talk about some serious issues”

Jo was about to protest but Andri winced in pain, she looked up at her older sister:

“Please Jo, let’s go with them.”

Jo’s stare went from Andri to Hongjoong and back. She nodded:

“Alright, we’ll go with you!”

The leader gave a small signal to the boys behind him and quickly Seonghwa wrapped his arms around Jo’s waist, San did the same with Nina and Jongho took Andri in his arms. Before the sisters could understand what was happening, they vanished from the alley.

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[nad-zeta]

Match up ♥

Hiya, hon! ♥ I love your match-ups and honestly, I’ve been meaning to request one for a loooong time, but I haven’t had the chance to do so till now cause I’ve been drowning in lots and lots of homework TwT

I’m female, 25 years old, dark chocolate, shoulder-length hair, brown eyes. I’m a small potato 157 cm (5'1 ft) and I’m curvy.

I’m a Gemini, INFP-A. I love and need my alone time, though I enjoy spending time with my friends and loved ones. I use my free time to write fics, read books (Though I haven’t read a book out of sheer pleasure in a long while thanks to college lol,) draw my stickemen and play League of Legends.

Being surrounded by too many people is draining af and it can quickly become overwhelming tbh. I prefer to be surrounded by a couple of calm people and be my yahoo self with them. Even though I’m a mature person, I can be very childish and stubborn at times. I’m the Mom Friend™, a worrywart cause I care, I have a strong personality.  I’m caring, kind, friendly, funny, assertive, strong-willed. I’m usually the one people goes to when they need a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on. I will stand for my friends without giving it a second thought. I definitely won’t tell you what you want to hear, but what you need to hear. And due to the way I express myself, people who don’t know me at all tend to find me intimidating which is kinda funny! 😂

When I’m with my friends, I try to come up with jokes or puns to make them laugh. I don’t take myself too seriously…I laugh at my own dumb-ass 😂😂 cause it’s okay to make mistakes, nobody’s perfect after all. And this is probably why it pisses me off when people make fun of my friends. Binch, fite me! So I just go and stand for them as politely and civilized as I possibly can. I’m usually talkative but every once in a while I just feel like isolating for a bit and be there exclusively for myself.

Hmm… I’m corny af and a hopeless romantic, I’m weak for smooth flirts and I like being teased cause I LOVE teasing back. I have a sweet tooth, I love tea. I love eating…in general.

I’m afraid I’m rambling at this point so Imma stop it here 😂

Thank you so much for doing these awesome match ups! ♥ ♥ ♥

Hi, there love! Thanx so much for the kind words, and can I just say I absolutely love your writing!  ♥ ♥ ♥ Hehehe also I feel you with the school work! I hope you enjoy it love, and I hope you have a good day! @venulus

So I match you with………………………. Hideyoshi

So for me honestly it was between Hideyoshi and Mitsunari lol

Classic Hideyoshi did not trust you one bit. The moment you arrived, he saw you as a threat to his lord and was watching you like a hawk. You were quiet, stubborn and assertive and to him, that meant just one thing…. SPY. 

You worked super hard and quickly started adapted to the castle life. Everyone that has worked with you absolutely adored you. Although Hideyoshi was still not buying it. He legit thought that sweet kind friendliness was all an act, to get the people around you to trust you. You kept mostly to yourself in any case, as you found loud people to be overbearing and exhausting, and unfortunately for you that would be most of the castle residents. Although in saying that you had started to form some good friendships among the Oda forces.

One day Nobunaga announced that they were going to war and that you and Mitsunari were to stay behind and guard the castle. You were super happy about that- well not happy that your new friends could die, but happy to get some alone time and not have Hideyoshi continually looking over your shoulder. Plus Mitsunari was one of your close friends so you were super happy he was staying behind with you! 

You honestly never realized just how bad Mitsunari’s habits were until he passed out in front of you one day, while informing you of the state of the war. You knew the warlords cared for him, but you never realized to what extent. Your mama bear instincts instantly kicked in. You semi moved into Hideyoshi manor while he was away, so that it would be easier for you to take care of the resident angel. You made sure he was well-fed, room was clean and he got a decent amount of sleep. Hell, you even helped him work out an eating, training and sleeping schedule which you stuck on his wall to remind him to eat and sleep. After a while Mitsunari fell into a good routine with the schedule and was now almost capable of caring for himself

Mitsunari had one day informed you that the Oda forces had won the war and were now on their way back. The two of you cuties excitingly waited at the gate for your friends to return only for your faces to go from joyful to concerned in 0,2 seconds flat. Hideyoshi was passed out and heavily bandaged. Seem like the idiot went a bit over the top with protecting Nobunaga.

That night as you and Mitsunari gave your reports regarding the castle affairs in his absence, Nobunaga couldn’t help but noticed how healthy and good Mitsunari looked. You told him that you helped him organize his time and made sure that he all the basics were taken care of, i.e. sleeping, training and eating. Nobunaga thought for a moment and then broke out into the biggest grin “I commend you for your work with the castle and Mitusnari fireball, and I now assign you to care for my right-hand man”. You had no complaints, even though Hideyoshi hated you, the inner mom friend in you could never refuse someone in need of assistance.

You moved into Hideyoshi’s manor full time now. While you were there, you cared for both men. You changed Hide’s dressing, cleaned his wounds and made sure that he got plenty of food. Most nights, you would actually sleep in Hideyoshi’s room, caring for his high fevers and low key doing some of the easy paperwork just so that the man wouldn’t be overloaded with work when he was healed. Hideyoshi would shift in and out of consciousness, and boy was he confused to see you sleeping at his writing desk one night. Sometimes when he opened his eyes, he would see you place a cool soothing cloth on his head, other times he would listen to you talk about anything and everything. He would smile a little thinking that your presence in his room was a fever-induced dream.

After a week, his fever finally broke, and the wounds were now slowly, starting to close up and heal. He woke up that morning to you passed out at his writing desk. He had to do a double-take. He thought you caring for him had all been a big dream. He watched your beautiful sleeping face for a moment or two, draped his blankie over your shoulders and went to Nobunaga to receive work. His mind couldn’t help but wander back to you sleeping in his room, how many nights had he woken up to see you there by his side, and then the thoughts got dark, how many time had he accused you of being a spy of calling your kindness an act. HE felt his stomach drop, he honestly needed to make it up to you. But first he needed to check in with Nobunaga.

Nobunaga basically chased him away, saying he would only receive work once you reported that he was completely healthy and ready to come back to work. He walked back to his manor deflated, only to be met with you at the front door “where have you been young man, last time I check you just barely escaped death and are in no state to be walking about”. Hideyshi’s eyes widened he had never been scolded before. You stood there hands on your hips with the biggest frown, eyes filled with worry and concern. It made Hideyoshi’s heart melt that even though he had treated you like an enemy you still cared for him and spent countless days and nights by his side. You led him back to his futon and tucked him in. You brought him lunch and filled him in on everything that had happened since his been unconscious. 

TBH as the days went by Hideyoshi was falling more and more in love with you, he could kick himself for treating you so horribly. And spending countless days with you, gently and sweetly caring for him, makes him realizes more and more what a gigantic fool he was. Yes, you were stubborn and assertive, but you were also the kindest, sweetest, gentlest, friendliest girl in the whole world. 

He made a vow to himself, to make it up to you once he was all better. It took two months, but finally, this boy was back to his full health and absolutely smitten with you and you with him. 

You had come to realize during your time with him what a naturally flirty charmer he truly was, and the mountain of letters he received from women no longer surprised you. Honestly his smooth flirting even had your knees going weak. You had come to enjoy the light teasing and banter the two of you engaged in as you cared for him. He loved that you weren’t afraid to give him the hard solid facts and be a friendly shoulder for him to cry on, especially during times when he felt so weak and worthless for being injured and unable to serve his lord. You would tell him what he needed to hear, not what he wanted to hear. 

The time had finally come that you had to move out of his manor and back into the palace, and TBH Hideyoshi was actually a little sad. He was definitely going to miss your vibrant energy, and hours and hours spent together, talking each other’s ears off. 

Now that he was healed it was time to make up for the ill way he treated you in the past, and low key thank you for taking such good care of him. He would take you out for tea every moment he could get. He knew you had a sweet tooth like Nobunaga, so he would ensure that there was always something delicious to eat at the little tea date the two of you went on. You of course never complained cause the three things you loved most in the world would be right infornt of you, tea, sweet and Hideyoshi. 

You discovered that Hideyoshi actually had a hilarious sense of humour. The two of you would laugh and tease each other all throughout the dates. Ooh boy, did he love your puns and honestly you couldn’t help but laugh at his hilariously unfunny dad jokes.

Hideyoshi is very much like you, a hopeless romantic, so during his free time, he is always planning some or other fun activity for the two of you to do. Whether it’s holding your hand as the two of you, stroll on the beach or taking you up a mountain to watch the sunset together. He has always got something cute up his sleeve 

Your favourite moment was one day when the two of you were out for tea, the sky started getting dark. The two of you were having such a good time you didn’t even notice it was about to rain. As the two of you were walking back to the castle the cloud burst and the light drizzle turned into a full-blown downpour. Even though you were super mature, you did have your childish moments. You looked up at Hideyoshi with the biggest grin on your face and started dancing in the rain, while he took cover at a nearby shop. With outstretched arms, you started twirling in the rain and splashing in the puddle “Hey you’re going to catch a cold”, at that you simply took Hideyoshi’s hand in yours and dragged him into the rain to dance with you. He shook his head at you, but couldn’t help but dance along with you. 

You stared up into his amber eyes, and this was when Hideyoshi decided to make his feeling for you known. He cupped your wet cheeks in his warm hands and leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. 

After he pulled away and saw your sunshine smile, he picked you up and twired you around in the rain. He was so happy. The two of you played in the rain together without a care in the world until sunset.

Hideyoshi staying true to his doting self, of course, ran the two of you a warm bubble bath to fight off the chill from spending the afternoon in the rain. He pampered you from the moment you walked into his manor door. After your relaxing bath, he dried your hair and gave you a foot massage followed by a cheesy candlelit dinner for the two of you. He had been waiting so long to confess his feeling for you that he couldn’t help but want to pamper the shit out of his love

This man definitely respected your alone time and knew that everyone needed some time to themselves every now and then. 

He loved it when you worked in his room and kept him company as he worked. Hideyoshi is definitely the type to drop a few kisses on your forehead, cheek and lips whenever the two of you bump into each other in the hallway. 

He loves to spoil you any chance he can get. The two of you honestly turn into the castle mom and dad caring for everyone in the castle. Often the two of you cuties can be found nestled in each other’s arms or sharing sweets at your favourite tea house.

Other potential matches……… Mitsunari 

 I hope you liked it, dear! <3<3