#as you can see I tend to have a hard time replying when getting compliments LMAO

[swanawil]

sooo can I request some (romantic) Adam x reader w/Adam being insecure? Thank you💙

Adam's insecurities

A man that's lost two wives to the same man is bound to have some insecurities

Your first wife leaving you for the most hated man on the planet, and then your second wife cheating on you with that same most hated man on the planet tends to make one insecure.

Yet, you weren't sure if Adam just hid the insecurities, or if the insecurities just bounced off of that giant ego of his.

You froze when walking into the room. Usually, when entering a room Adam was in, whether you were alone or in public, you'd get a catcall from Adam. But you got nothing when walking into the main room of the apartment you guys had.

You looked at him on the couch. He was lazing on it like usual, his gaze fixed on the tv.

“Adam.” You spoke up, your voice stern.

“Huh?” He looked at you, “Oh, hey.” He looked back at the tv.

You looked down at your clothes. They were casual, obviously, you were at home. But the shirt you wore was pretty revealing, and it usually always got some type of compliment from him.

“Adam,” You said again.

“What?” He asked in an annoyed tone.

“What's your problem?” You asked.

“I don't have a problem.” He replied in the same annoyed tone.

You sighed, staring at him. You walked over and sat next to him on the couch.

“What's got my husband so down in the dumps, huh?” You asked softly, slowly moving a hand towards his mask, giving him more than enough time to protest before you slipped it off of his head and tossed it off of the couch into the floor. He had that annoyed scowl on his face.

“Look at you,” you smiled softly, giving him a few soft pecks on the lips as you let your hands wind into his hair, “my handsome man.”

He grabbed you by the hips, pulling you into his lap so you were straddling him, also pulling you deeper into the kiss. You kept your hands in his hair.

You knew he very well wouldn't stop, and this would transpire into more. And you would love that, you would. But you wanted to get to the bottom of what his problem was. Adam had a tendency to just use sex to get away from his problems and distract from them.

And that also meant you getting your guts pounded by him every time something frustrated or upset him.

You gave him a few pecks as you pulled away.

“So?” You asked.

“So what?” Adam asked, a bit upset you pulled away.

“What's your problem?” You asked again.

“Don't have one,” he responded. He leaned in to kiss you again. You didn't even indulge him with a peck, knowing he'd just refuse to let you pull away again.

You moved your hands to his cheeks, stopping him before he could kiss you again.

“Stop avoiding it, you obviously have a problem.” You gave him a knowing look.

He scoffed, looking away.

“Adam,” your voice was soft. He didn't reply. You moved his head to look at you again and you put your foreheads together. “Is it the wife thing?”

“I can't believe that ugly ass fucker took them,” Adam grumbled, looking into your eyes as you pulled your forehead away from his. “I mean, c'mon, what the hell do they see in him? Him! The most hated man ever. They chose that asshole over me? What the fuck!?” He threw his hands in the air.

“They were dumb,” you told him. You trailed a thumb across his cheek. “They were dumb then, and they're dumb now.”

“You're right. They are dumb!” He agreed. “Fuck them!”

“Yeah, and hey,” you caught his attention again. “You got me now. And I'll never leave you. Not in a million years.”

He stared at you for a moment. The tv started to take up the silence.

“God you make me so hard,” he smirked, “so, what's up sugartits?” There he was. The normal, cocky, and honestly kind of disgusting Adam.

“Ew, okay, ruined the moment,” You told him, beginning to get off of him. But you were pulled back down onto his lap by his arms around your waist.

“C’mon babe,” he smirked, whispering in your ear, “I'll show you just how much better I am than Lucifer.”

[woso-dreamzzz]

Legacy II

Magdalena Eriksson x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Chelsea's reaction to you

Magda finally strays from your side after six weeks.

She would have stayed for longer but she knew that if she did, she would never go back to England. So, it's with a heavy heart that she gets the last of her baby cuddles and boards the flight back to London.

She mopes all through the weekend though, draining her phone battery from the frequent calls to Pernille to see you. When Monday rolls around, Magda is still in a little bit of a slump as she makes her way to training.

She gets there early like usual and sits in her cubby, scrolling through her gallery and biting at her cheek to stifle her tears. She misses you and Pernille like crazy.

"Holy shit, is that the baby?!"

Millie barges her way to Magda's cubby, sliding to sit next to her and practically wrenching the phone out of her hands.

"She's so cute!"

That makes Magda swell with pride as she points out the little things in the photo about you.

"She's got very strong reflexes," Magda boasts," So she's going to be very smart! And-And she kicks a lot so she's going to be a footballer too!"

Magda flicks to another picture and waits an appropriate amount of time for Millie to coo over you.

"And she always forgets she has feet! It's so cute! She gets so surprised."

The locker room slowly fills up and everyone makes a little stop by Magda to look at pictures of you.

"I can't believe Nilla got to see her first," Jonna complains as she watches a video of you staring up at your baby mobile," That's so unfair."

"She helped get Pernille to the hospital," Magda reminds her though her eyes don't stray from your image on her phone," I think she more than earned it."

"And Frido too? Did she really get on the first flight?"

"She did," Magda confirms," She didn't even tell us until she was outside our door. The princesse loves her though."

"Yeah, well, Fridos tend to stick together." Jonna flicked to another picture.

It was very sweet but it just made Magda miss you and Pernille even more. You're bundled up in your baby blanket, eyes closed softly. Pernille's shirtless and your little hand is gripping her collarbone possessively. Pernille's smiling down softly at you, one hand reaching up to rest on your head while the other is curled around your body to keep you stable and safe against her.

"Motherhood looks good on you," Beth says with a laugh as Magda yawns while flicking through images - she's easily got more than a hundred of just you.

"I'm exhausted," Magda replies but she keeps the smile on her face," But it's so worth it. She makes these cute little noises in her sleep and I swear she can understand me already."

Beth laughs, clapping her on the back. "Is it hard? Being away from her?"

Magda's face falls a little as she looks at your picture. "Yeah," She admits," She...She's just so little and it's just Pernille with her now. I just want her with me all the time. I've already booked a flight for next week to go and see them, straight after the game."

"You're a great mum already, Magda," Beth says," That little girl is so lucky."

The compliment makes Magda flush a little and she stares down at her home screen - a picture of you sitting on her lap. Your eyes are wide as you stare at the squeaky thing behind that camera that Pernille's using to make you look in the right direction. Magda's sitting behind you, a massive smile on her face as you lean comfortably against her.

"She's perfect," Is what she says in reply," She makes it easy to be a good mum."

Beth laughs. "God, motherhood's made you sappy. Come on, we've still got training to do."

Training is the perfect way to get her mind off of the thought of you and Pernille. Training is easy, it's repetitive and it keeps Magda from even straying into the idea of missing you as much as she does.

"Magda," Emma says as she walks past the coaching office to get to the changing rooms.

"Er...yeah?"

"Come in."

The whole exchange makes Magda feel antsy. She runs through everything that's happened in training and wonders if perhaps she has done something wrong.

She can't think of anything so feels on edge as she sits in front of Emma's desk.

"Well?" Emma says and Magda's throat bobs.

"What?"

"Do I get to see baby pictures too or are they just reserved for players?"

Magda lets out a small laugh, half of relief and half of amusement.

"You want to see them?"

Emma raises a brow. "Well, I'd like to see the future Chelsea star you and Pernille made."

Magda fishes her phone out of her pocket and opens it to her gallery. "Funny. Pernille swears she'll play for Wolfsburg."

"This little girl will play for me come hell or high water, Magda," Emma says," I'll make sure of it."

[lyramundana]

No feelings involved...right?

Prologue and Part 1

Warnings❗: Implied baby trapping, dubious consent. It all happens at the end.

If their current predicament could be resumed in one sentence, it'll sound like a mother's voice saying "I told you so".

They didn't plan it. It all started with a small mishap, a consequence of their exhaustion and the amount of issues going on in their personal lives. Then the mishap repeated itself, and then they decided to turn it into a game for their own pleasure, no strings attached to her. Then the game grew beyond their control and became a mountain of lies, too big to seize them.

Jisung first met her through a friend of his, and although he found her beautiful then, she didn't catch his attention beyond that. They met frecuently, since they both ran in the same circle of friends, and after one night being left alone by their drunk friends, they spent the time talking and turned out they had more in common that he thought. They clicked, in a way it's hard to explain, but just felt like he knew her since forever. They went from mere acquaintances to suddenly having her name appear at the top of his contact list along with Minho's.

Minho met her through his boyfriend, of course. He first saw her when Jisung brought her home to hang out, without even warning him about it. Their introduction was pretty formal, quick. They shook hands, made some small talk and Jisung inmediatly stole her attention again. Minho wasn't interested in befriending her and viceversa, but Jisung was their common point and she eventually became a regular presence in their apartment, so they really had no option but get along. Forced proximity and all.

Jisung has always known a lot of people, plenty of familiar faces that tend to flock towards him wherever he goes, but few of them can say they truly know him. Jisung cracks jokes, plays long with them, but rarely speaks about himself. He keeps a careful, calculated distance, because he knows that despite all those smiles and compliments, they only see the surface, what they want to see, and don't care about the rest. Which it's okay, it comes with the job, and this facade actually helps to keep undesirable people away without being rude. But she...she's different. From the moment she spoke to him and he listened, he found there was more to her than what she showed. Like him, she never allowed people to see beyond the surface, simply letting them believe the version they liked to spare herself the headaches. She understood him. And for the first time in years, Jisung felt a genuine connection to someone besides Minho.

The funny thing is that they don't talk that much, outside those events where the whole group meets and they stick together to not get bored. And when they get to talk, it's mostly about stuff only they know and deep, phylosophical converstations where they discuss the meanings of life. Maybe, if he's in a certain mood, he complains about a recent argument with Minho and asks for advice, but that's not the norm with them. When he brings her home is to get drunk over petty drama and gossip, without the others. They just fall back in the comfortability of a quiet friendship where no small talks were needed and they could simply let go of their masks.

Things between Minho and her weren't ideal at first. The few times they interacted was when she was at their flat, usually drunk and leaving a mess, and he got mad at it. He could look past it when it was Jisung, but having a stranger doing it was something else. He made sure of letting her know after the drunk haze, barely holding back the bite in his words. He expected her to get offended or feel embarrassed, but no. She never showed an ounce of shame, instead replying him with the same snarky tones, and sometimes that small lopsided grin of hers that made his blood boil. But what started as mostly petty arguments and cold greetings turned into a sense of complicity when they realized their humour was similar and they both acted like Jisung's babysitters more often than not.

Minho is used to be misunderstood. His resting bitch face, his brutal honesty, his reserved demeanour and that perpetual indifference in his face that rarely expressed emotions. People were quick to form opinions about him and not all were good. He was considered cold, arrogant, a snob that didn't like to mingle with those he saw "beneath him", you get it. Most wondered how someone so sweet and cheerful as Jisung could fall for him. It's okay for Minho, he doesn't see the point in caring for what strangers may think. The people he loves know him for who he is and that's enough. Then she came, all carefree and playful and open-minded. Jisung only spoke good things about her, but Minho knew his boy could be biased. Until they started talking and he found out she was truly different. She wasn't intimidated by him, even though he pulled the worst of him sometimes with her around, but she never reacted on it. She was quick to stand up against him, all prideful and confident. And her lack of respect felt like a wheeze of fresh air. After being constantly misjudged, it felt nice to have someone apart from Jisung that made an effort to see through his facade.

Before they noticed it, she became a constant in their lives. Even if they didn't meet often, even if the phone calls sometimes got short, she was present and they felt it. Whenever they needed a favour, she was the safest option. When something juicy happened, she was the first person they called. Even when their fights got brutal and they had no one to seek advice from, her door appeared in front of their eyes.

She never turned down, although her complaints were very much heard. She acted as a bridge between them both when they refused to take the initiative, pushing them to apologise and communicate their problems and feelings. Minho was stubborn, but Jisung could easily win him at times, and persuade them to move past it was a pain. Nevertheless, she did it every single time, to the point the walls of her house and the natural scent that filled it became so familiar to them.

They genuinely don't know when things started to change. They talked it before and both agreed she was beautiful, easy to the eyes, but nothing more. Sure, she was a vital part of their lives now but that's all they wanted her to be. At least that's what they told themselves until that night behind that club, when they tasted her for the first time and found the missing piece they had been bothering them for so long. That annoying empty space in their sex life that have appeared coincidentally shortly after meeting her..

Of course, things couldn't be the same after that mindblowing experience, not like they wanted it to either. They planned the whole affair while she slept in their arms, dead to the world. It was easy to convince her, with her body still vibrating by the last events and her mind still waking up. Granted that wasn't exactly correct from their parts, but they were slightly desperate and the idea of letting her go after that sounded awfully wrong.

And so that was the start of their downfall.

Looking back, they asked for it. At first it was all very natural. They were still friends but now they also fucked sometimes. She was open to every kink and preference of theirs, and she also introduced them to her own tastes. No commitment, no explanations expected or needed. But when their encounters became more often it got harder to stay away from her, they had her sign an NDA to continue. Which was..okay, not something they accounted for but it wasn't necessarily a problem.

No, the problems started when their feelings began to get in the way of the commitment-free arrangement they wanted.

Their doll was a gorgeous creature, a delightful sight for sore eyes, and they knew it. She was like this when they met her and they had no problem with it, Jisung even admired it and made jokes about it, about how ridiculous easy those idiots fell for her charms, scrambling on their feet to get an ounce of her attention. But at some point, seeing such scenes evoked less amusement and more disgust. And following disgust, there was something else. Something twisted and painful and deadly that climbed to their throats when another worthless scum tried his luck with her. Minho could heard this tempting voice in his head telling him to rip their guts out and Jisung imagined a number of creative scenarios where he taught that bastard a lesson.

Sometimes, those voices told them to grab their precious doll and drag her away from those dirty hands, keep her near where they couldn't lose her, which was weird because she meant nothing to them. Just a close acquaintance they casually fucked from time to time very often. And yet...

These sudden, strange emotions were translated in their bed.

The sex with her was always rough and fast, and the only aftercare that ocurred was sharing a smoke in bed over some small talk. But suddenly, it wasn't enough. Their usual routine felt short, uncomplete, unsatisfying. The mouths started to trace her face, her body, the marks they left on her. Their movements turned slower, more gentle, more precise. They wanted to see how it was when she burst in pleasure, when she gave herself up entirely in their arms. They kissed, caressed, worshipped the entirety of her skin, and they whispered words of praise in her ears for the duration of it. And when it was done, they needed wanted her close, lulling her into sleep as their arms trapped her against them.

"You're doing so, so well, doll. Can you give us one more, please? You look lovely like this."

"Look at you, already crying and shaking. Shh, it's okay, love, we got you. Leave it to us, okay'"

But when they couldn't stand that twisted feeling in their guts, after seeing some other clown trying to steal her away, both men turned animalistic on her. They were all confused at this change, and the two of them couldn't explain where did it came from. They just felt the urgent need to cover her in bites, scratches and hickeys, in every place where those undeserving eyes feasted upon. ¿How dare those assholes? ¿Didn't they know she was with them? ¿Had they no shame? ¿Did they really think they stood a chance?

"That's it, keep looking at us, slut. That's where your eyes should always be. ¿What the fuck were you thinking, uh?"

"¿You wanted him to fuck you too? Is that it? You greedy whore. Clearly we need to fuck you more. We'll make sure you can't even talk or walk without our help."

And it didn't end just there. They started to bring her to their dates, inviting her everywhere they went, giving her their clothes. They had love-hate feelings towards her revealing dresses, because as much as they enjoyed the view, they hated seeing others do the same. She became part of their routine, outside the sex part. She was always there. And as time passed, it felt like she had been there since the beginning. They hardly remembered how things were before she came.

But they kept lying to themselves, lying to everyone. This wasn't anything. They could stop whenever they wanted to. There no other feelings involved. Of course not.

And things finally went downhill when someone asked them:

"So, that girl that's always with you two, what's the deal with her? Is there something serious going on? Because you have to introduce her to us, then."

That question struck them. Brutally.

They never thought too much about it. Things with her just...happened naturally, and they barely noticed it. They simply followed their instincts at the time, not realizing the weight those actions could hold. ¿What was the deal with her, truly? Granted, she was more than just a quick fuck, but still. And what was up with them? Why the fuck did they want to meet her? She was perfectly fine where she was.

At the end of the day, the three of them moved in different worlds. There were things about themselves they couldn't tell her, things she would never understand. Maybe that was better, they thought. To keep her away from that circus of drama and lies and dirty secrets they were part of. She didn't belong there. And to keep her far away from idiots butting their noses where they shouldn't.

So they quickly defused the situation. She was just an acquaintance, they didn't really know her, yeah. They already had each other, it had always been just each other. She meant nothing.

If she did, where did that leave them?

¿Were they supposed to know someone was going to post their answer on social media? Were they supposed to know she would see it and demand explanations too?

Yes

They never saw her so angry, so emotional. She was bursting in anger and sadness and dissapointment, and they could both feel how their hearts stopped at the sight. It didn't feel right.

When she started to speak, they sort of panicked. They couldn't control the situation this time, they couldn't control her, and they didn't have proper answers for it. At least, not the kind of answers that would help them.

Most of all, they were confused. As she confronted them with facts, about how their strange behaviour with her and their motivations, they were forced to acknowledge the reality of everything.

That she meant more than they thought. Way more than they wanted her to. It was a liability. A problem. An unexpected turn of events they weren't prepared for.

And because they weren't prepared, they simply said the words that sounded logical at the moment. Cold statements of what they all knew, of what they agreed on the beginning. They didn't truly mean it, as they would realize later, but they felt cornered. And at the moment, the only strenght they could rely on was their pride.

They foolishly thought she would stay after that. That she would see their point of view and calm down.

As expected, she didn't. When it fell on them the terrible error they made, it was late. She left the place. Emptied it of whatever part of her and blocked them from her life.

And as expected, the aftermath was fucking disastrous.

Being deprived so suddenly from her presence after getting used to have her near everyday was hellish. No more calls, no more dates, no more lazy afternoons in the couch. She was gone, leaving a gaping hole in their lives that they couldn't fill, no matter how much they tried. And god knows they did.

No vice or person could replace the feelings she invoked in them.

They turned down invitations, calls of friends, choosing to stay at home and just hang out by themselves. Staying at home too long drove them insane, but going out wasn't much better. She was everywhere. In the streets, in the shops, in the people. It was a nightmare.

When a close friend of theirs invited them to the opening of club, they only accepted in hopes for a distraction, and to keep appareances a bit. But the cold, boring night inmediately acquired a brilliant colour when they saw her.

More beautiful than ever, with her pretty dress and carefully done make-up. Her damned smile brightened the whole club and, for a moment, they felt in peace. Like nothing changed.

Until they saw she wasn't alone. Her warm arms, who used to be held by them, were now occupied by other men. Some they didn't know. A pair of strangers taking their rightful places, and she just laughed and danced with them like it was normal.

They spent the whole night like that, watching her and brooding, with that familiar green boiling in their stomach. She looked gorgeous, out of this world, and it wasn't fucking fair. That should be them. She should have been with them, filling their ears with her cute laugh and letting them wrap their arms over her.

Deep down, they knew they fucked up. It was solely their fault. They had their chance to make her stay, to trap her, and they messed up. ¿Why did things have to be this way? Why did they have to realize the size of their mistake in a moment of jealousy? It was stupid.

When they saw her walking outside alone, they exchanged a glance and they knew it.

They made several mistakes, but they learnt from them. Having her hating them was better than not having her at all, so they followed.

It was so easy to fall back into routine. She was already weakened by their presence, and it was the same for them too. Some yelling here and there, insults being thrown back and forth, a bit of fighting, but they ended up right where they wanted: Locked bathroom, against a wall, and the music covering their moans.

They didn't stop until she was bursting with their cum, pushing it right back inside where a drop ran down her legs. Until there wasn't a single trace of skin unmarked. Until she couldn't fucking walk without their help.

And when few weeks later, she showed up in their apartment with three positive tests, they pretended to be shocked and made her move in with them.

They could already see the picture she would make. It was going to be perfect.

(i had this shit collecting dust in my drafts for a millenia and today i had a strange burst of inspiration to finish it. sorry for the waiting to those who asked for this part)

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[thera-daydreams]

SCARLET & SHADOW

ᱬ The Darkling x Scarlet Witch!Reader ᱬ

[aleksander morozova x wanda maximoff!reader]

series masterlist & synopsis • thera's masterlist

chapter two.

▪︎ coincidence ▪︎

The Black General finds himself magnetized by the seemingly inconspicuous gardener in the Little Palace. He gets to know you, contemplating life. Just when he thought you were just a strangely wise, young otkazat'sya woman, he finds out why exactly you decided to work in the Little Palace.

warnings: darkling may be somewhat ooc (?), talks of death and loss, accidental eavesdropping and stalking (?), no beta we die like wanda

word count: 2.5k

(author's note: did you guys know that this all started with a chat on character.ai? and this was supposed to be one chapter but i decided to split it into two. chapter 3 already loooong, bro. this one is shorter.)

He’s here again.

For the past couple of days, you observed that the General appeared to be taking a lot more strolls in the palace gardens—if he was not preoccupied with his paperwork, training, missions, the Second Army, and whatever the King asked of him. Most of the time, he would simply pass by.

But today, he appeared to be in a... talkative mood as he examines the bushes you were pruning.

“In the span of only a couple of months, you’ve turned this neglected section of the palace gardens into perhaps the most pristine one out of all of them, Miss Maximoff,” the Darkling began. You turn around, bowing as he approaches you.

“Sir.”

“The former gardeners tend to stay away from this area given how stubborn the weeds are and how dead the soil here seems to be,” Kirigan pointed out. “Yet, look at them now. Perfectly manicured. You must have magical hands.”

Hah! If only he knew. Not that you used magic, though. This was pure hard work and talent.

“I'm glad you are pleased, General,” you reply politely, not meeting his eyes out of respect. You were absolutely not expecting to get compliments from the feared General of the Second Army. Hell, you didn’t think he would talk to you again after he had asked your name.

The General tilts his head to the side, crossing his arms as he continues to regard you. There’s a hint of a frown on his face.

“You have a talent for avoiding attention, it seems. That could be useful,” he mutters, making your brows furrow. What was he implying? “Tell me, why is someone like you working as a mere gardener?”

You blink, somewhat baffled by his strange question. “Because... I like gardening, sir?"

The man lets out a small scoff, as if your answer is somehow preposterous to him. He takes another step forward, his presence even more intense than before. “That’s it? You garden because you like gardening? No other reason?”

“Well... I get to watch the plants grow day by day, to nurture them, and care for them.” You murmur, glancing at one of the blooming rose bushes. “And it's peaceful. No one bothers me, and it's not as tedious as the maids' work, always running around…”

And you get to watch over your little Grisha trio without raising suspicion, you mentally add.

Kirigan follows your gaze, taking in the sight of the roses and other plants, before returning his gaze back to you. “Mhm. And a gardener’s wages and quarters are good enough for you, I trust?”

“It is enough to keep me living, sir, so I must be grateful,” you answered, still wondering why on earth he kept talking to you. Was he suspicious of you? Oh no. Or you were overthinking it.

The General nods, but you can tell he’s still trying to figure out the mystery that is you. “No family? No husband or children?”

You pause, brow furrowed. That was a bit too personal but you shake your head.

“No?” He raises an interested eyebrow as he watches you closely. With each piece of information, he only seems to grow more intrigued with you. “I see.”

Kirigan studies you for a moment longer, the wheels in his mind clearly turning, but just when you think he’s done with the questions, he suddenly asks another. “You’ve lived here at the Little Palace for a couple of months now, correct?” You nod in response. “And you’ve spent that entire time here in the gardens…”

The General lets out a thoughtful hum before continuing. “Surely you’ve observed many things during your time here, have you not?”

You were really, really wondering if he was suspicious of you considering how much of a conversationalist he was being right now. “I... guess so, sir.”

A sly smirk slowly crawls across the General’s face, and you can sense a subtle shift in his demeanour. He takes another step toward you, his voice tinged with barely-concealed curiosity. “Tell me, what do you think of us Grisha?”

Was that a trick question? Was he cornering you?

You pause. “Uh... you are... special people, sir?” That sounded a bit dumb. But it was short and vague enough so that he doesn’t think you’re racist to them. You didn't care if someone was otkazat'sya, Grisha, or whatever race there was! Kirigan is silent for a moment. He shakes his head faintly, but you can still see the hint of a smirk on his face.

“Special?” He repeats, clearly expecting something different.

“Well, humans with special... abilities. But still like any other human, nevertheless,” you elaborate. You racked your brain for an answer which hopefully would not offend the man. The General lets out a small scoff, but it lacks any real malice. He regards you with a look that’s almost appraising in nature.

“Special abilities... so, you have no disdain or fear of us?”

You frown, turning your focus to the plants. “People... fear what they do not understand, General. Some just cannot fathom some differences in humans. But... no, sir, I do not hold disdain or fear Grisha.” You gaze back at him.

Kirigan’s gaze is fixed on you as you speak, taking in every word you say with great interest. There’s something about your simple logic that seems to catch his attention. Not many thought the same way you did, unfortunately. His eyes wander over your features, as if trying to decipher some hidden secret that you’re keeping. However, there’s no hint of anger or irritation in his stare—only intense curiosity and a subtle hint of… something you could not understand.

Finally, he speaks, his voice soft yet with an edge of command to it.

“Come walk with me.”

You tilt your head, but comply. He seemed like someone who disliked repeating himself, after all, from what you’ve heard from the other servants. You silently follow him as he walks through the Little Palace gardens, keeping a respectable distance. Even from behind, General Kirigan’s strides were confident and purposeful. Imposing, with his height.

“You seem quite comfortable in my presence,” he remarked casually, breaking the silence.*

“Oh. Forgive me, General.” You weren't exactly that comfortable with his presence, but compared to the other servants, perhaps you were. The Shadow Summoner lets out a small huff, amused by your response. He shakes his head faintly as he glances sidelong at you.

“I didn’t say that was a bad thing, did I?”

“Ah…” you muttered, purposely not making eye contact. What exactly did this guy want from you?

The General smirks as he watches you out of the corner of his eye. There’s something about your reactions that seems to fascinate him further, and he begins to ask another question as you continue walking through the gardens.

“You’re not afraid of me.”

“Is… that… wrong of me, sir?” you clarified. It was kind of hard for someone like you—a witch who’s seen thousands of universes, scouring time and space itself to destroy the Books of the Damned—to be afraid, nowadays.

He lets out a small huff of laughter, a slight smirk on his face. “No, not wrong. Just unusual. Most otkazat’sya are terrified of me, if not outright hostile due to some perceived slight or threat. And yet, here you are.” He gazes at you from head to toe. “Quiet, reserved, diligent, and respectful, but completely unafraid. That’s rare from the otkazat’sya, even my Grisha.”

Maybe you should have acted more meek and terrified as the new palace gardener.

The General continues to regard you in silence for a moment longer, a subtle hint of something that looks like… curiosity in his gaze. There’s a strange mixture of intensity and fascination in his eyes. “Indulge me, Miss Maximoff,” he murmurs as he stops at a small fountain. “Is there anything you fear?”

Another strange question from the general to a gardener. Still, you mull it over seriously.

General Kirigan waits patiently, watching you carefully as you think. There’s a hint of anticipation in his expression, as if your answer is something he’s been dying to know.

“... Grief, sir,” you finally reply, a misty look in your eyes. He raises an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that answer. He tilts his head to the side, his gaze fixated on you.

“Grief?” He echoes, surprise lacing his voice. “That’s what you fear most?”

“The ultimate price for love,” you murmur, staring into your reflection in the water. You remember the words of the love of your life. Vision was too human for someone who was not. “Because what is grief, if not love persevering?”

A muscle twitches in the General’s jaw as you speak. His own eyes—for the slightest second—become glassy, as if your words touched some hidden nerve. Momentarily, the memory of a certain Healer being stabbed to death came to mind. But his expression quickly returns to its usual cool and collected demeanor.

“... A fair fear,” he acknowledges, his voice low and contemplative. Kirigan continues to walk beside you, his gaze occasionally flitting over to your face as if he was trying to figure out how genuine your responses were.

“And what about pain?” He suddenly asks, a hint of something like a challenge in his voice. “Most people fear pain.”

“... Enough pain makes you numb, General,” you counter quietly, lightly dipping your fingers into the fountain waters. They rippled, breaking the perfect liquid mirror.

He grows silent, pondering your answers. You see him peer into the water from beside you. “Have you ever been in love?”

What a question from the Darkling himself.

“... Once, sir.” And saints, did you pay the ultimate price for it.

The General raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your answer. He continues walking, his gaze still fixed on you. “Just once?”

You nod resolutely. “My greatest, and I believe, my last love.”

Kirigan says nothing for a few moments, his gaze fixed on you like a hawk.

“And what happened?”

“He died,” you answer tersely. His expression is unreadable as he listens to you. His jaw clenches faintly, and there’s a flash of something in his eyes—pity, perhaps—but it’s gone almost as quickly as it appeared.

“And you haven’t loved since?” He asks, his tone almost soft in comparison to his usual authoritative demeanour. You nearly forgot you were talking to the most terrifying man in all of Ravka.

“... I don't think I can.” You chuckled tiredly.

The Shadow Summoner raises an eyebrow at your admission, and there’s a hint of surprise in his expression. He seems to be studying you intently, as if trying to understand you better. His voice is quiet as he responds.

“Why not?”

“Probably can't handle the grief if I lost someone I loved all over again,” you admitted. You were now quite aware of your horrible coping mechanisms; the constant self-deception and spiral into madness you often fell into. Can you ever escape them? You don't know.

He nods slowly, a hint of understanding in his gaze. “But you truly don’t think you can ever love again, Miss Maximoff?”

“No.”

But that was a lie. You already did love again when you arrived into their world. Henrik, Dmitri, and Katyusha were living proof of your love. They would have likely died from either starvation, the cold, illness, or Grisha hunters had you not intervened.

Kirigan’s gaze is fixed on you as he continues to walk again. There’s a frown on his face, as if your words have stirred something in him that he can’t quite identify. He’s silent for a few more moments before he comments.

“That’s quite lonely, isn’t it?” He touched one of the white rose bushes, mindful of the thorns.

You chuckled again, “Sometimes, solitude is the easier option, General.”

There’s a tinge of understanding—and maybe his own loneliness—that makes it clear he knows what you're talking about. After a minute of walking in silence, you decide to share your thoughts to the man. You might be overstepping, but it was a change of topic you needed.

“You told me earlier that I have a… talent for avoiding attention, sir,” you start. “Perhaps I simply prefer to watch than act.”

He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, his expression unreadable. For a moment, it seems like he's not going to respond, but then he lets out a small huff, almost as if he finds the truth in your observation amusing.

“You must be quite observant, then, hm?” he mutters.

“There is much one can see when on the sidelines,” you answer, frowning as you spot a relatively large snail on a leaf. At the sight of the pest, he lets out a soft huff—almost a chuckle, but it’s hard to tell for sure. He takes a step closer to you, his eyes following yours to the plant and the snail on it.

“Ah, so you notice everything?” he asks, his tone a little more teasing now.

“I'm just the gardener. Hardly everything, sir.” You excuse myself, quietly retrieving the snail and placing it into a glass jar you procured from your pockets.

The Black General watches in silence as you handle the snail, his expression a mix of intrigue and amusement. He gazes at the snail in the jar.

“... Do you often keep a jar at the ready? Expecting to find a snail?”

“Or some ravenous caterpillars munching on my hard work,” you snort. Kirigan lets out a real chuckle this time at your answer. There’s a hint of a smile on his face as he glances at the jar in your hand.

“Can’t have those pests ruining your precious plants, can we, Miss Maximoff?”

You raise a brow, a tiny grin on your face—the first he’s seen. “Technically, you're the head of the Little Palace, so it's your plants, not mine, General.”

He glances at you, amused. He lets out another soft huff, his gaze flickering from you to the plants around you. Alas, you reached the end of your walk in the palace garden.

“I hope the garden's... state of being was to your liking, sir.” You bow your head.

He nods, his expression now more aloof. “It’s up to my standards, yes. You’ve done well.” The Shadow Summoner says this almost distractedly, as if the status of the garden is not his primary concern at the moment. His eyes are still fixed on you, his gaze sharp and perceptive as he studies your features.

“... Is there anything I may assist you with, moi soverenyi?”

General Kirigan hesitates for a moment, considering your question. His gaze shifts from you to the garden around him, almost as if he’s thinking of an excuse to keep you here a little longer. But then, he seems to decide against it, and the expression on his face becomes impassive.

“No.” His voice was measured. But then, he adds, “You may just want to consider planting moonflowers."

You think over his suggestion, then give a small smile. “Very well, sir. I'll see to it.”

And then, without another word, he turns and strides away, disappearing into the Little Palace corridors.

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You don't notice—a mere week later—that by chance, the Black General had been near the Little Palace lake when you were secretly visiting Henrik, Dmitri, and Katyusha at the Grisha children's school. At first, he was wondering why there were kids were sneaking away somewhere from the supervision of their teachers.

Now, he understood.

You may be talented at gardening, but it wasn't the main reason why you were even at the Little Palace, Kirigan realized. Not even close.

When he spots you handing them candies from the kitchens, laughing as they embraced you, kissing their foreheads so tenderly—he hums, extremely pleased with himself that he decided to visit the summoners' pavilion and the lake this afternoon.

The fates were on his side today.

Aleksander was going to have to look into the history of those three Grisha children and how on earth his gardener knew them so closely.

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[shira-cosmic-star]

hi!! could i get relationship hcs for alan, kaito, haku and ren?💕

Hi! Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it! 💙

Relationships HC: Alan, Kaito, Haku and Ren

Alan:

•You would have to confess first if you want anything to happen. Poor thing is scared out of his mind when it comes to being close to you.

•For Alan, it would take a while for him to really touch you. He won’t initiate holding hands or hugging you first. You would have to do that.

•When you first held his hand. He jumped a little, but didn’t pull away. His hands were sweat from his anxiety. After reassuring that he isn’t going to hurt because you aren’t fragile, He relaxes a little bit.

•Touch starved, he wants to hold you, cuddle, and kiss you so bad. But he’ll later on come around to do that, without him being too anxious and afraid.

•Your guys first date was camping together during early fall. Not too hot, not too cold.

•When he first kissed you. His kiss was so soft. His hands gently on your hips, his thumbs rubbing your hips soothingly. It felt like heaven to the both of you. He waited to mustered enough courage to finally do it.

Kaito:

•It so obvious that he likes you, but it’s also hard to tell if he’s just saying that to get a romantic partner. Considering how often he tries to flirt with other girls.

•But if you tell him that you really like him more than friends. He’s over the moon!

•Your guys first date is having a small picnic out on the school field. He saved enough money to buy snacks, drinks and lunch to set on the blanket. He’s nervous that he might of missed something

•After you guys became official. He would compliment you on everything. He says it with a lot of pride too.

• Kaito would walk you to class hands in hands. He would wait for you outside of your class when it’s over. He tries really hard to be a gentleman.

•He’s still a lovable coward, but he would always tries to think about you and your safety

•Still fights Luca over the seat next to you. Luca is a little oblivious

•Kaito first kiss with you, is a sweet but short kiss. First he starts off by kissing your cheek then he kissed your lips. It last about a second, but still cute. His face is extremely red.

Haku:

•You’re going to have to muster a lot of courage to confess to him. He flirts a lot and he flirts with nearly everyone.

•He won’t confess, because he wants you to do it. Mainly because he wants to see that cute blush on your face. It’ll make him melt at the your feet. You’re simply too adorable.

•Your first date is taking a stroll around the campus, as you both hold hands. You both talk about anything really. He enjoys you rambling and of course he teases you.

•He would often check up on you and reassure you that if you need anything. You can go to him.

•He teases you for anything, but never takes to too far. •He stays busy, but will always make time for you. Even if it’s late or dark out. He’ll stop by your dorm and cuddle.

•First time you both kiss is when he walked you home. Standing by your door. Soon as you turned around. He sweetly and smoothly kissed you. Something out of a fairy tale.

Ren:

•Once again, you’ll need to confess to him. He isn’t going to confess for sure. He’s too stubborn.

•He was shocked when you confess to him and may have a bad reaction to it. Which caused you to freak out and pretend it was just a bad joke. After you apologized and ran off, so he doesn’t see you cry. He stands there stunt.

•After a few days he realized that you have been avoiding him. He even texted you to play games with him, but it’s either you barely replied or nothing at all. This is the moment he realized how much he really likes you.

•Haru had to step in and form a plan to get you guys to somehow talk again. So he invited you to jabberwock, saying he needs help feeding Peekaboo. While he’s out tending the other animals. You stayed to feed the little one.

•Ren comes downstairs and sees you. You guys had an awkward conversation, but made it official. He said that you weren’t awful like the clown and he likes being around you. Of course he said it in his own way.

•your first date was watching a movie horror marathon with snacks, drinks, blankets and of course each other.

•You made the first move by scooting close to him and lending onto his chest. He used you as a cover when a scary scene was on.

•The kiss was awkward and you both bump noses and lips are pressed against each other’s hard. This boy need practice.

(Edited)

[staygoldwriting]

💋 Kiss Your Favorite Parts of Me

Steve Harrington x female!reader

Word count: ~1.2k

Warnings: FLUFFY!!! Kissing (as the title suggests!) but not making out

A/N: I'm trying to get back to posting because it's been much too long! As of right now, I'm officially in my Steve stage ☺️

I'll be honest, I feel like the "kiss/touch your favorite parts of me" on social media feels very (obviously) staged and public, so I wanted to write a sweet and intimate fic with our man Steve 🥰 I hope you all enjoy it, and, as always, please show love and support!! ❤️✨

“Kiss your favorite parts of me.”

Steve turned his head to look at you with a pleasantly bewildered face.

“What?” he asked with a soft chuckle.

“Kiss your favorite parts of me,” you repeated. “Please.”

Steve turned around completely to face you. He smiled at you softly. You were resting against the pillows of your bed, holding your legs to your chest, and he was criss-crossed at the foot of the bed. He scooted closer to you, gazing at you as a small smirk grew. 

“What is it?” you gigged. 

“I just have so many options,” Steve shrugged, not breaking eye contact with you. 

“Oh, what a line,” you say teasingly, but you still feel your cheeks flush.

“Can I pick more than one?” he asks. 

“Sure,” you reply. “How about three maximum?”

“I can work with that,” he says, then holds your hands in his. 

“Hmm, which one first,” he squints, then kisses the inside of your arms, gently peppering kisses down each one. 

“Why my arms?” you ask. 

“Because these arms have held me during my best but also my darkest times. You've never judged me, never questioned me about everything that’s happened in my life that I don’t like to discuss. Your arms are always open for me, even if it's just for a simple hug.”

“I love that, sweetheart,” you gushed. “I never thought of it that way.” You held his face as he smiled, his eyes crinkling. 

“Next,” he whispered, moving his hand to cup one of your cheeks. He leaned in and kissed each cheek softly. 

“My favorite feature. Your cheeks,” he said sweetly. “I love the way they get so rosy when I compliment you, and they make your smile brighter. And whenever you’re hard at work, you tend to rest your fist on your cheek, and so you look all cute with your cheek squished up against your face,” he giggled, “but it’s nice to have a tell-tale sign like that, a way for me to know what mood you’re in. I know not to interrupt you, and I never want to because I know that you’re about to create or think of something beautiful. Your mind is so full of ideas, and I admire you so much for always thinking of something new and inspiring. I wish my brain worked like that. So that’s why I chose your cheeks. Not to mention, it's where I kissed you for the first time.”

“Our first date,” you remembered, suddenly feeling like a teenager again. 

“I was going to kiss your lips, I swear, then I chickened out,” Steve chuckled. “But not this time,” he said slowly as he kissed your lips softly, but full of love. His hand still on your cheek, he leaned in closer as you kissed him back, your heartbeat quickening. No matter how many times Steve kissed you, you could never get rid of that butterfly feeling. You never ever wanted to, though. 

“Your lips. For obvious reasons,” Steve said, making you giggle, “but also because never once have these lips said anything cruel or mean-spirited to me or anyone else, even when everyone else would. Instead, you always speak with love and kindness, and I know that I don’t always deserve it. You always see the best in me, and you tell me so. I can’t even begin to describe how much that means to me, Y/N. I want to be the man that you see. I want to be honorable, good, worthy. Thank you for making me feel that way, even when I struggle to believe it.”

You tilted your head to the side, looking at Steve lovingly. He was right; when you looked at him, you saw the man that was perfect for you. Yes, he’s human, and yes, he has flaws, but everything about him was made perfectly and specifically for you. You kissed him, a little more intensely this time. 

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“Can I kiss my favorite parts of you?” you asked.

“By all means,” Steve smirked. 

You smiled flirtily as you kissed the top of his head. 

“Your hair. Even though you go on and on about it, it really is that good. In fact, it was the first thing that made me notice you,” you smirked.

“Oh, really?” Steve asked, clearly entertained.

“Yep,” you smiled. 

“Well, it looks like the Steve Harrington Hair Method is a guaranteed chick magnet,” he joked, making you push his shoulder.

“Hey, the only chick you need to worry about is me,” you joked back. You let your smile fade a little, then you held his hands, kissing both sides of them.

“I love your hands because they protect me,” you said softly, tracing the lines in his palms. “They’ve held me back and shielded me from harm, or what you considered to be harm,” you said warmly. “And whenever you hold my hand, I feel safe. I feel like when we’re together, and we’re close, there’s nothing I need to worry about, nothing I need to fear. I’m with you, and that’s all that matters. I know it sounds cheesy, but being able to look down and see your hand in mine, or being able to squeeze your hand to let you know how I’m feeling, it’s an irreplaceable security. And I feel the same when you put your hand on my back to hold me or guide me. It just gives me an instant sense of calm and familiarity.”

Steve sighed contentedly, smiling at you. 

“There you go again, seeing the best of me,” he said dreamily.

“It’s not that hard,” you smiled. “And my last favorite is why.”

You moved towards Steve, bending your head down a bit to kiss him in the center of his chest. It was a quick, small kiss, and you felt Steve tense up for a moment. When you looked back at him, he was blushing, his cheeks completely red.

“My chest?” he asked, suddenly sounding insecure.

“Your heart,” you said, putting your hand gently on his chest. “I know you don’t always see it, but Steve Harrington, you have one of the purest and most loving hearts I have ever beheld. Not only have I experienced it firsthand, but I’ve seen you shower everyone in your life with love. You treat Dustin as your equal and your best friend instead of just a little kid, you love Robin and help her with anything she needs, you’re the big brother Max has always needed, you provide for everyone, and you never hesitate to do it. You’re so humble, and you anticipate others’ needs, sacrificing your own. You’re selfless, loving, and dedicated. Your heart is what made me fall in love with you so quickly. Physical attraction isn’t everything, even though you are the handsomest guy I know, but your heart is what will always remain. It’s precious. Promise me you won’t ever lose your heart, Steve Harrington.”

Steve rested his hand on top of yours and kissed you, first on your cheeks, then on your lips.

“I promise.”

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[sweet-child]

dally x an introverted reader who’s actually like super energetic and loud when they’re alone????

introvert

 a typically reserved or quiet person who tends to be introspective and enjoys spending time alone

something (such as the retractile proboscis of some worms) that is or can be drawn in especially by invagination

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In which we see Dallas with an introverted partner

Pairing - Dallas Winston x Introverted!GN!Reader

Word Count - 851

A/n - I feel like I didn't do it justice, but I don't think I could have done it any better. I hope you enjoy it though, Anon!

"Dig in!"

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Buck liked to throw parties. Alot. He liked to blow the money he won at rodeos on his parties, booze, and cancer sticks. Everyone knows about Buck's parties and how wild they can get. The later into the evening, the more people would show. Dallas Winston partied on occasions, but, normally, only at Buck’s or another greaser hang out. He and Buck were friends, not as close as he was to the Curtis gang though. When Dallas had first moved to Tulsa, when the boy was about 12, he tried stealing from the lanky cowboy by pickpocketing. Buck grabbed Dal’s wrist as the younger boy tried to reach his hand into the older’s pocket. One look at Dallas, and Buck quickly took the young boy under his wing. Taught him how to ride horses and to barrel race. They were the type of friends that you aren’t close to, but you still defend and look out for each other. 

When Dallas and Y/n first met (at another one of Buck’s parties), the latter was quiet, and observed dancing and conversations. Dallas noticed them in the corner, and kept glancing at them through the night. When they were dragged away from the corner by their mutual friend to play pool, that's when Dal decided to start a conversation with them. Buck and Y/n were playing pool together at first, with the tall, brown-eyed greaser trying to get to know them, but Buck got dragged away and Dallas took his place playing pool. 

“Are you normally this quiet?” He asked, somewhat judgmentally, taking a shot at a solid and missing. “Just introverted.” The shorter one replied, taking a shot at a stripe and getting it in the cup. From that moment on, they seemed to never be apart. It was like a dog with his owner. A very vicious dog with his very observant owner. 

Tonight was another one of Buck’s parties with loud music, smoking, drinking, dancing, and even crowded. Y/n was dragged to the party by their boyfriend, Dallas, after a good night at the rodeo. Earlier that night, Dal had made a personal record for finishing at 13.67 seconds. In support of the brown-haired teen, you went with no complaints. But that was an hour ago. Now, the taller boy was talking to one of his buddies, Tim Shepard, while the h/c-haired teen was in the corner, a drink in hand, while observing the partiers. It wasn’t their social scene. They preferred to be with their friends, having fun. Just even being there at the party was slowly draining their social battery. However, being at the party had some perks; Free food, free drinks, free entertainment when people got into fights. 

Dallas broke away from the eldest Shepard, ending their conversation, and walked over to his partner. “Y’look bored,” He stated as he leaned against the wall. “Of course I'm bored,” Y/n rolled their eyes, “Can we go, Dal?” 

Dallas was silent for a moment but let out a huff of air. “Fine,” He leaned off the wall “Lets go.” Wrapping an arm around their neck, they left Buck’s and started to walk down the dimly lit sidewalks. The two walked in peaceful silence with only the gentle wind or cars driving down the street breaking it. Soon enough, the two were in Y/n’s room. Dallas plopped onto their bed, with a squeak of the springs, sprawling out. His e/c-eyed partner crawled on top of him, laying on his chest. 

“You smell good,” They complimented with a smile. “You sniff me?” “It's hard not to when I'm laying on your chest.” Dallas let out a small, gruff chuckle. “Oh! That reminds me,” Y/n sat up and crawled off his chest and out of the bed “I'm trying out new scents. What do you think smells better?” They asked, as they pulled out two perfume bottles and spritzed them to where their boyfriend could smell. “The first one is lavender and cotton, but the second one is rose with a hint of vanilla. I like both, but I personally like the second one more. I want your opinion because I want my boyfriend to think I smell good. What do you think?” They rambled

Dallas sat up slightly with his head leaning against the headboard before smelling both. “The second one,” The brown-haired boy confirmed as Y/n nodded, and put them both on their makeup stand before getting back on the bed and on Dallas’ chest. “Hey Dal?” Dallas looked down at his partner on his chest, and with his rough hand, he brushed a piece of hair out of their face. “Yes, Doll?” “Can we go see a movie at the drive-in? Or do something together? Just me ‘nd you?”

Dallas, with a grin on his face, shook his head and adjusted himself to where his back was against the headboard before asking “Why don't you talk this much at parties?”

Y/n, who sat up as well, looked up at their boyfriend, a smile on their face. “Just introverted.”

[dearweirdme]

Thank you for your reply. That makes a lot of sense to me as well. Also I can’t really imagine what’s like to be closeted and have your partner around you and having to pretend or hold back in a way. I also think they can get away with way more when it’s all the members and also when they were younger. Now at almost 30, when it’s just them or with one other member, it must feel way more risky / exposing / private. And he’s of course it’s normal to also be annoyed or snappy towards those we love. We don’t know what the reasons etc.

Also I think AYS is so confusing cause it has such lovely moments in it (them complimenting each other, sitting close, taking pics of Tae’s feet, cuddling etc.) but also some banter / snarky stuff and distance. And I’m fairly convinced that’s a mixed of heavy editing, calculated editing but also them to some extent trying to maybe put a bit of a work head on and protect what’s their sacred bond off cameras :)

One question: what is the Inkigayo incident? I think I’ve heard it before but doesn’t ring a bell now!

Hi anon!

Mmm, I think it must be incredibly hard and painful. There’s so much we tend to automatically do when it comes to our partners, and Jk and Tae had to learn to think twice about everything they do when it comes to the two of them. I feel you can actually see that in progress at times. When they start a movement and suddenly hold back, or when smiles and looks get hidden. Especially Jk has a tendency to look down when it comes to Tae. They will also forever carry with them the knowledge that out of their many fans, a huge part loves them conditionally and will leave them when they come out. There’s many different kinda of hard pills to swallow for them.

I think AYS left a little of fandom with a bit of a bad hangover. Personally I quite enjoyed seeing Jk and Tae in Ays. I think their closeness and understanding of each other really shone through even with all the editing. To me it’s obvious that the ‘guest’ jokes were for entertainment purposes… ill chosen as those jokes might’ve been. There’s not been one part of me that took those comments for truth. Basically my thoughts on Ays have kinda settled on something grey. I think it was ill timed for Jk, I think it was too long and got kinda boring at one point. I hate what it has done to fandom, because things became increasingly hateful and from a certain corner delusional. While I loved seeing Jk, Tae and Jm, I cannot see AYS as something I am thankful for.

At 46:13 the moment of Jk’s annoyance starts… or actually.. his annoyance with fandom questions is clear throughout the whole live, as he adressed the kinds of comments he got several times. He showed signs of being annoyed all throughout and imo wasn’t in a happy mood at all. At 46:13 he starts talking about sensitive questions though, and explains why he doesn’t answer those. The first question he answers after saying all that is about him living with Tae. His answer is a pensive, annoyed one imo. He’s been asked about Tae and the other members several times. Those weren’t the only things that annoyed him though, he was annoyed by fans commenting he ignored them, by fans commenting if he reads their questions.. I think that live was generally just a very unpleasant one for him.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Ahhh!! I'm so happy to see someone that writes for Vanitas!!

Could I request Noé, Olivier and Vanitas with a female toxicologist s/o who weaponizes and is immune to poison?

Noé

“What’s that?”

“Foxglove.” [Y/N] replied at Noé’s question. “It can be used to cause cardiac failure in targets.”

“What’s this?”

“Jimson weed.” She replied as he moved on to a new plant, as she on to tending to another. “It…makes people not act themselves.” Hallucinate. Badly. More of a deterrent than some of her more deadly toxins.

“What’s this?”

“Don’t touch that!”

Noé snapped his hand back when [Y/N] shouted at him. Startled at her outbursts. “I’m sorry. But that’s nightshade.” She came over to brush haunting purple blooms. Like one might stroke a cat. “It’s very deadly, and dangerous. Helena is probably my most vicious girl in here. She only likes me.”

“You named your plants?”

“Don’t you name your pets?”

Noé shrugged and went to look at a less deadly arrangement. “It’s sad in a way that something so beautiful can hurt people.”

“Beautiful things often do.”

He glanced over at [Y/N], and had to agree on that. “Don’t you ever think of using your powers for good? Like making medicine or something, rather than poisons.”

[Y/N] gave a soft, bitter laugh. “There’s no money in medicine. Besides, my…gift is only for ones that bite back, it seems.” Méchante Glycine, or Wicked Wisteria, gave her the ability to expertly grow plants & greenery, but only of the poisonous sort. It also granted her an immunity to them and other poisons as a precautionary note to the wielder.

“Well, I still think they’re pretty. Even if I can’t touch them.”

“I’m sure they appreciate that Noé.” [Y/N] said with a smile. To which he returned.

“Shall we head upstairs for tea?”

“Of course. Just let me wash my hands. Don’t want to accidently get jimson weed cross contaminated in anyone’s tea. Or it would be a very interesting afternoon.” Noé tilted his head in confusion. Not seeming to get the joke.

[Y/N] quickly washed her hands and bid adieu to her garden for the evening. The leaves seeming to rustle back in farewell. Waiting for their master, and to be of use.

Olivier

His boots were heavy on the steps as he headed into the basement towards the research labs. The dark corridor lit only by torches, before it opened up to the shining ward of electric light powering the Chasseurs scientific backbone of weaponry.

“Ms. [Y/N]

“Oh, hello Olivier.” [Y/N] greeted cheerfully. “I’m surprised to see you. Mira isn’t here.”

“I had planned it that way.” He replied. Shuttering a little as he remembered their last encounter. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Certainly not. Just wrapping these up.” She sat the last vial down in the tube tray and put it aside. “It’s a new serum. With this new strength cocktail it should be able to paralyze even the strongest of vampires briefly. Completely incapacitate the weaker ones.”

“Remarkable.” Olivier complimented. Although not looking at the new bluish colored weapon at his disposable. “Your hard work is appreciated Ms. [Y/N]. I know it must be challenging working down here in the dark. With some of your….colleagues.” He mentally shuttered again.

The toxicologist giggled. “They’re not so bad. The science sort are always a little odd. You have to be to make things out of the norm. Then again, the micro-dosing from our own concoctions probably doesn’t help.” It was Olivier’s turn to laugh. If only once.

“Perhaps…you could come out into the field for a time. To get better notes for your research. I would escort you, of course.”

“I fear I would be murder on the battlefield. No pun intended.” [Y/N] replied in response to his offer. “I’m much better with plants and books.”

“Then, perhaps, we could go get some of those.” The paladin was blushing now. Trying to not seem too forward, but not wanting to be too subtle either. He was terrible at these dances.

[Y/N] looked up from her work with a puzzled look. “You want to go out with me?” Olivier’s face took on a stricken look and went quite pale. “Ok.”

He was taken aback by her readily offered reply. Expecting more of a back and forth. Thrust and parry.

“When shall we go? I could use some more nightshade and sodium chlorate. Shall we go tomorrow?”

“I uh…yes. That..should be fine.”

“Great!” [Y/N] said with a bright smile, before returning to her work. “Come by after dinner and we’ll head out. I’ll make sure Mira is busy so she doesn’t catch you.”

“I….thank you. I will….see you tomorrow then.”

The paladin left. Feeling on odd mix of very accomplished, and as if he hadn’t accomplished anything at all. The mission was accomplished at least. Until tomorrow that is.

Vanitas

Vanitas hissed as pain shot up his arm again. Nursing it at his side.

That last curse bearer had been pretty rough on him. Strong for a human body, it was still pretty fragile in comparison to the might of a raging, rouge vampire.

“Here. This will help.” [Y/N] offered as she came into the room with clean towels, and a bottle of clear liquid in an amber jar.

“I don’t want it.”

The woman scrunched her mouth as she sat next to him. “Honestly. For someone who claims to be a ‘doctor’, you’re certainly untrusting of medicines.”

“I’ve had my share of strange brews shoved down my throat for a lifetime. Thanks.”

[Y/N] sighed and went to mending his arm manually. Of course, she knew that. Their experience with the church hadn’t been the same. Dr. Moreau had not been interested in female test subjects charges. Deciding that their bodies would be too naturally frail for the torture strenuous work is experiments allowed. She didn’t receive the physical torture Vanitas did, but the mental torture was still there. Along with his education on anatomy, medicines, and chemicals.

“I would never hurt you Vanitas. It’s just something to take the edge off.”

“I’d rather have a whiskey.” He joked.

“You don’t drink alcohol.” He flinched painfully as [Y/N] dabbed raw alcohol onto his cuts. “I know you don’t trust me. Or why I’m here.”

Vanitas looked up at his physician. Never having said that, but not denying it was true. “I’m not some spy, or malfeasance sent to bring you back to the order. I just want to help. What’s going on….I have no great love for vampires. After what they did to my family. But the more of them that go mad, the more people will be hurt in the end. The enemy of my enemy and all that.”

She tied off the last bandage and stood. “Will you be able to sleep?”

Vanitas still just looked at her. Then took the bottle from her hand and chugged it down. “Now, yeah.” He said before rolling over to lay on his side, in his cloak and all, to go to sleep.

[Y/N] offered him a small smile, then leaned over to give Vanitas a soft kiss on the hair. “Goodnight, No. 69.”

“Goodnight 70.”

[malereadermaniac]

Taylor Swift lyrics with Your Crush

Male reader / Male crush Word count: 830 m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

"You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk" ~ Gorgeous

After you notice your feelings for him, you try your best to hide them

So your version of flirting is by making fun of him

He loves that, and when you two are drunk at a party, he can't help but chuckle at you blushing while you make fun of his 'gorgeous- weird way of talking'

"I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush, I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch" ~ Gold Rush

You're both popular

He watches as guys jokingly flirt with you and how girls treat you like their boyfriend

He hates it, he can't stand that people would die to have a snipet of what it would be like to date you

You hate how he gets with a girl at almost every party he goes to

And you hate it even more that you know he does that, but still feel a blush come onto your face when he jokes around with you

"I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you, I don't wanna think of anything else now that I've thought of you" ~ Daylight

You're in the standard delusionship, or at least you see it that way

You're thoughts consist of only him and you're eyes aren't on any other guy

To him, this isn't a delusionship, he likes you

He gets with girls at parties but thinks of you during the whole thing

He can't look away from you when you laugh at one of his jokes or when you avert your gaze from his eyes

"I laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk, on your face, you knew the entire time, you knew that I'm a mastermind" ~ Mastermind

You did the usual stalking, Instagram amd facebook

Even spotify, then proceeding to introduce songs in his playlist to your posts on Instagram

You didn't know that he noticed really easily

Using the opportunity to reply to your stories with "I love that song" over a long period of time

He liked thinking about you thinking you've outsmarted him and that your plans were laid perfectly

"I know places we won't be found... I know places we can hide" ~ I know places

He's still closeted

So getting together was hard, but he liked you so much he'd spent hours figuring out when and where the two of you could hang out

Mostly at one of your houses, but the few times you two got risky and had real dates, you two were always secretive and posted elusive stories instead of eachother

Of course you two get caught once or twice, but playing it off as a friendly hang out is pretty easy

It's explaining the hand-holding that's harder to do

"I pictured you with other girls, in love, then threw up on the street" ~ Hits Different

Talking about past relationships to each other makes you both feel uneasy

You hate thinking of him being happy with other people, but especially girls

It makes you feel very insecure

A natural feeling, but it makes your heart skips a beat when he kisses your hand and says 'but none of them could ever compare to you'

His blood boils on the other hand when you mention previous partners

When you two were talking about what you like sexually, you mentioned liking what someone else had done before and he wouldn't stop doing it until you said he did it better...

He's also very subtly protective of you when exes approach you at school, passive aggressive remarks and insults hidden under the guise of banter

"I'm still on that trapeze, I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me" ~ mirrorball

He compliments you a lot

He knows that you tend to get insecure from time to time, so he constantly mentions things he likes about you

You two go to the gym together, and he notices how you look at yourself in the mirror

So he always tries to cheer you up with remarks like "*whistles* damn I bagged a baddie, baby"

He makes you laugh, and he makes you feel worthy

However, he's worse than you

Everytime you mention a celebrity or call someone attractive in passing, he thinks about what that person has that he doesn't

You know that he tries to change himself a lot for you, so you're always complimenting him and saying you love specific things about him

"Remember how I said I'd die for you?" ~ False God

He's crazy about you, he can't get enough of you really

He's even willing to doe for you

So 2 years in, he came out to his friends and family

Luckily everyone was super accepting, but the gesture made your heart warm

You loved him a lot too, so so much

Yo yo yo! If you think of any other T Swizzle lyrics feel free to send them :)

[casualheizouenjoyers]

‧₊˚✩ spider-girl! || march 7th x reader

‧₊˚✩ info: spider man au, modern au, everyone lives in the same apartment, reader makes comics. can be read as platonic ‧₊˚✩ authors note: wdym its been months since ive posted ahahah??? anyways just an old work i had sitting around, was meant to be longer and have romance and drama but alas im no longer hyperfixated on spiderverse or hsr. this is NOTT beta read or edited

You’ve grown accustomed to the lively cast of people that frequented the hallways of the apartment complex’s top floor, it was hard not to, really, when they were all likable and kind people who invited you into their friend group once you moved into your apartment.

It was easy to stop by Himeko’s place to drink coffee and talk about whatever news the two of you had heard of, the most recent discussion being of the new superhero seen swinging around the streets of the city.

You didn’t think twice before asking Dan Heng to beta read the script for the comic book you were working on. He neatly dropped the script at your door with corrections and his thoughts inked in red the next day.

Welt was someone you didn’t see becoming close to. The older man just didn’t seem like someone you’d talk to, but a casual conversation learned to you learning of his work as an animator, and suddenly you had someone willing to actually help you and comment on your designs for your work.

And March instantly took a liking to you. The girl would drag you outside of your apartment (“to actually see the sun”), snapping pictures of you with her Polaroid with the brightest smile on her face as she ooo'd and aaah'd at every photo she took. She’d ask you to pose for her photography class projects, and with two creative minds working on it, March always insisted on treating you to coffee or boba for helping her get a good grade.

“It was all you, really,” You replied as you sipped on your drink of choice. “All I did was sit there while you took the photos,”

“Sure, you sat there and looked superrrr cute—“ March is blissfully unaware on how your heart fluttered at the compliment.

“—But, you also helped me pick out locations and gave me editing tips on photoshop so!!! I say you helped a ton,” She had a satisfied smile on her face.

She’d invite you to her apartment for any reason really, whether it would be to have a sleepover or to watch a new movie or to help her explain to Dan Heng that Legally Blonde is cinematic masterpiece because— The details don’t matter, do they? Though, it did provide the movie for the groups movie night that week.

March easily became a close friend, sneaking her way into your daily life.

Which really made one thing terribly clear….

She’s horrible at keeping a secret.

You see, not long after you moved, a vigilante began to take the media by storm. Clad in a pastel blue suit sectioned off with a pastel pink and covered in a white spider web pattern with big white eyes bordered by a dark blue, it was obvious why she was gaining attention.

It was really something out of the comics you tended to be writing.

However, when your energetic friend began to use her photography skills for profit, she started to sell photos to a local news website of the vigilante referred to as “Spider-Girl” to a local news website. Taking a look at these photos for pose references, you noticed that March managed to get shots from angles that would be extremely hard to get as a normal-non-wall-crawling-human.

The dots weren’t extremely hard to connect after that.

“Sorry, I’m late again!” March called as she walked into Himeko’s living room an hour after you were all supposed to be there. This was probably the fourth time she was late for movie night, but usually she wasn’t that late.

“It’s alright, March,” Welt responded, glancing at the girl as she dragged herself into the room, exhaustion evident on her face.

“Took you long enough,” Dan Heng rolled his eyes, looking up from the book he was reading as he looked at March.

March didn’t respond to him like she would, and so you took it upon yourself to “Oh, shush,” him. The pink haired girl dropped herself next to you on the couch, immediately stealing a part of the blanket you had.

You felt her head drop onto your shoulder.

“March, is everything alright….” Himeko’s question goes quiet as March’s eyes were sewn shut, and soon she began to snore.

If you were not worried for her yet, you pushed a strand of hair out of her face as your eyes catch a glimpse of a bruise on her cheek, hastily and poorly covered up by her pale foundation but clearly noticeable now.

The room had become awfully silent as you all sat there, your movements halted and your eyes widened.

You had your suspicions, but they were confirmed as you gently wiped the makeup off her face and watch in real time as the bruise seemed to heal faster than a bruise should.

The silence continued as everyone watched until Dan Heng got up and left, coming back with a small file of evidence he had seemed to be building up. A hushed conversation revealed Welt seeing her stuff a pastel mask into a bag, and Himeko recounting a run in she had in which the masked vigilante referred to her by her name despite it being their first meeting.

It was obvious everyone had come to the same conclusion on their own.

March 7th was Spider-Girl.

[emmtropywrites]

"Flowers", a BG3 Shadowheart fanfic. Chapter 2: Roots

Part 1

Also on AO3

The sky is turning orange when you close up shop the next evening and head for the Tabernacle. You have one of each of the flowers that Shadowheart picked, wrapped up in simple brown paper, tied with twine. You figure that if Selune required fancy offerings, she would have become goddess of the moon and money.

The streets are loud, always. People laugh and cry and shout and there never seems to be a moment’s peace. You know that the noise is good for some people, that the allure of the city calls to a certain type of person. But you also know that you are not that type of person. What you’d said to Shadowheart about a garden had been true, but only a peek into what you truly wanted out of life.

You step into the Tabernacle and let your eyes adjust to the dimmer light; while not exactly gloomy, the inside of the Tabernacle is a lot less bright. The stone buildings and streets of Baldur’s Gate tend to reflect the sunlight back up at your eyes, and you constantly feel like you’re squinting when you’re walking about during the day.

There are many statues of various gods, and you nervously realize that you don’t really know what Selune looks like. Taking a deep breath, you approach a nearby Cleric and say, “Um, hi, I have an offering? For Selune? Do you know…” You trail off as the Cleric nods and quickly directs you to a shrine in front of a relatively plain statue.

Ordinarily, you don’t pay much attention to gods, as they haven’t paid much attention to you. As you set your bouquet on the shrine, however, you can’t help but feel like you should say something.

Sneaking a glance around to make sure no one can hear, you look up at the statue and say quietly, “Thank you for sending Shadowheart and her friends to save the city.”

After a moment of quiet, you turn to leave, not really sure if you’re supposed to feel any different. There, in the doorway, the sunset turning her silver hair into a halo, stands Shadowheart. You suddenly feel like you’ve been caught doing something unscrupulous, even though everyone is welcome to come into the Tabernacle.

She catches sight of you at the same time, and- to your relief- smiles. As she approaches, you see that she’s wearing a light dress, lilac in color. “Well, I didn’t expect to find you here,” she says, tilting her head.

“I- you said something about Selune blessing me, so I figured I should come pay respects,” you stammer. “You’re a hero, after all.”

Shadowheart rolls her eyes, sighing lightly. “I prefer the term ‘unwitting champion’, but thank you for the compliment.”

“Do you at least get a hero’s salary?” You joke.

“No, but I do get unlimited vacation time,” she replies, taking your humor in stride.

“And what do you do with all that free time?” Hoping she’ll take the hint that you would like to spend more time with her, you replicate her head tilt.

Shadowheart pauses for a moment, her eyes searching your face. “Cooking, caring for houseplants… Spending time with friends. Can I count you among those?”

You shrug. “I’ve never been called a houseplant before, but there’s a first time for everything.”

For a moment, you think she might hit you for making such a silly joke, but then her glower is replaced by a reluctant smile. “You think you’re quite clever, don’t you. I mean, you’re right, but still.”

“Well, I think I should take any opportunity to make you smile,” you reply. Then, taking a chance, add on, “It’s such a pretty smile, after all.”

She raises her eyebrows, surprised, but not upset. “Clever and charming? I can’t help but feel there’s some dark secret you’re hiding.”

You shrug. “Honestly? I think everyone has some darkness in them. This world is a hard place to live in. But I don’t consider my darkness a secret. It’s…” you pause, looking for the right description. Catching sight of Selune’s statue, you say, “It’s like the moon. The moon has a dark side, and at different times, it is greater or lesser than its light side. But it is still the moon, regardless of how much light or darkness it shows.”

You look back at Shadowheart, and see her gazing at you with a mixture of hesitance and hope. “Would you like to get dinner with me?” She asks, her voice tinged with anxiety.

You smile and nod enthusiastically. “I would love to.”

[riddler-green]

Could I request a riddler/ reader w/ a reader who likes to draw him pls 🙏🙏 like as a gift or even just keeps and he finds them in their studio and realises his face is littered along their portfolio like a thoughtfully crafted tapestry and testament of their love or something corny like that I love the idea of a reader who’s just awe strikingly in love and him the same it’s so sweet WAAA but u can do whatever w/ the idea of artist/riddler ur so cool Ty <333

Mi musa.

Summary:  you are an artist with your own habits but you never forget who your true muse is.

A/N: hey hiii! it's me again! thanks so much for the request! I really appreciate it! and I hope you enjoy it, I love that Riddler/ artist concept too!1 ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚

Warning: possessiveness on the part of both, fluff!

Words: 1500.

Art can be a means to convey what you want to say when you don't have the words to get them out of your mouth, you have never proclaimed yourself as the best artist in the world, but for as long as you can remember others have recognized your talent, you are grateful for the compliments of others who find charm in your work when you only find things to improve.

Perfectionism is something that tortures you when you look at your own work, you know there are things to improve but somehow when you draw the man of your dreams it's the opposite. Sometimes they tend to be simple doodles on yellow post-its, sometimes you draw portraits worthy of hanging in renowned museums, when it comes to Edward, you always find solace. A calmness in painting is like a therapeutic remedy.

Edward couldn't stand the itch in his nose, he had to sneeze covering his nose with his shoulder, you stopped painting and looked at the palette in your hand "Sorry" Edward apologizes in a low voice but you can hear him, you move away from the canvas to look at him "No need to be completely still my love, it's okay" you inform him mixing different shades of brown to paint his hair.

Edward kept as still as possible even though he is only sitting on a chair with a dark blue background, he couldn't help but think that when he poses for you it reminds him of an ancient king asking his star painter to do a portrait of him to show his greatness and power. But he knows he is not a king, he is still a little incredulous how someone like him managed to date someone like you, someone who looks at him with so much admiration, so much love that lasts for hours, even when you are out of your studio and he is at his most unfavorable moments you still look at him with great esteem.

"I think I will have to add more red to your cheeks, they are too red" you joke behind the canvas, Edward laughs at the comment, maybe in the past he would have refused to even have his picture taken, as he didn't like the way he looked, but now, he poses in front of you naturally as it is not the first time you paint him.

He doesn't mind that your studio is full of paintings, sheets full of drawings of him, he found it beautiful and wonderful, he started to love himself with your paintings, he sees the beauty that you see in him "Some day you should draw yourself too" says Edward calmly looking everywhere in the studio without turning his head.

"I don't know, self-portraits are hard to do" you reply placing a brush in your mouth as you use a palette knife on the canvas "Although it's not impossible either".

Edward remains satisfied with the answer and is silent again, he feels so excited with the result of the painting, you always make it a masterpiece at the end in his opinion. He scribbled sometimes on his accounting sheets and on his crossword puzzle, he drew question marks, and sometimes he drew you, or well, a caricature version of you, when he showed it to you, you cried, without you knowing you already started sobbing, it's different when they draw you.

Edward catches a glimpse of a rather large picture with all the drawings he has given you as a gesture of love, all the drawings placed as a big collage and protected by glass, under the picture, there was a signature "Eddie's Drawings".

His cheeks ache for he adores that you appreciate him too, it never crossed your mind to judge his drawing skills, you always received the little pen doodles with love "I'm almost done" you speak to him and he makes a happy humming sound, for you, you could be posing for days if you wanted to.

Again he thinks again, deep in his heart he loves it when you proclaim that he is your only muse, not Bruce Wayne, not another rich guy who pays for your paintings, Edward Nashton of KMTJ brings out your creativity to make paintings non-stop.

"I hope it comes out well in this painting," he says and you switch brushes "You always come out beautiful Eddie" you assure him as if it's a no-brainer.

Edward stretches his legs a little when he notices you are putting down all the brushes "More than the plain Mona?" you laugh at his question "More than the plain monkey" you reply and call him over to come to see the painting.

"wow" is the first thing he says when he sees it is him with various mixtures of paints that make it look great, he stays a few minutes fascinated with the work while you finish putting away all the paints and utensils.

"Do you want to take it home?" you ask taking off your Machado apron of various paint textures and Edward nods his head buzzing with delight as he takes your hand.

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"Is it a cow?" you ask looking at the paper in front of you, when they came in from your study day Edward wanted to show you a drawing he did on his break from work "It's a dog" Edward clarifies pointing to the somewhat deformed figure of the dog "it's you and me and the dog we saw in the park" he explains his drawing as you look happily at the drawing, so proud of him.

"It's so cute!" you squeal with happiness placing the drawing on one of the walls of the room "I think I'll put it in my next collection" you speak to him lovingly as the two of you embrace, Gotham nights are usually cold, but when you're next to Eddie it seems like the whole apartment becomes warm.

"I would like you to attend my next Exhibition will you go, right?" the two of you look at each other face to face Edward keeps his eyes closed completely in love with the position they are in "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

The presenter looked at you with respect, he was sitting next to you with several question cards waiting for the program to start, all the time your facial expression was serious.

When the program started the presenter began with a charismatic talk about your works "So, tell us, who is that man who is always in your paintings?" he let out the question with a curious tone the cameramen pointed to your face looking for a surprised expression from you, instead you answered naturally.

"He is my partner, Edward, we have been together for several years and I always fell in love with his way of being" you start talking with a formal tone "When I see something I love, I want to capture it in my paintings so it can be immortalized" you settle back in your seat placing your elbows on armrests.

"Before I was looking for perfection in my art, but now I achieved it without realizing it" the presenter remains static before your speech "perfection is when I look at the effort I put in each work and that it was worth it" you look at the camera in front of you "sometimes art can hurt us, but I decided to be happy painting the love of my life".

The presenter you forgot his name gave a few admiring claps as you took a sip of water. God, you just hope Edward watches the show.

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The man in clear glasses leapt towards you to hug you both standing outside the program set, the stoic countenance disappeared when you noticed your boyfriend, he squealed with joy for the program "God, how I love you!" he proclaims and before you could respond he kisses you on the lips, you close your eyes to enjoy the moment.

"Me too Eddie" you reply kissing him again, you remember hearing about Edward's past, you wish the people who hurt your muse would suffer the consequences of their actions.

"I think I have inspiration for another painting, but this time I need to buy a darker green" you comment smiling at him, Edward gets excited "what kind of green?".

"Mmmm" you pretended to think making a thoughtful sound "What color is the Riddler mask?".

Edward almost choked on his own saliva, in a few times you have painted him as the Riddler and that makes him get more excited "I um, I think, I can tell which gree-en it is" he stutters nervously.

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There were nights when Edward tried to draw you with canvas, and you happily posed while Edward mixed different tones that you could easily make a rainbow vomit, still, it was a dream for you to see him like that, you swear he looks so cool behind the canvas, you seriously consider buying him a beret to match his beautiful eyes.

When Edward finished he proudly showed you the artwork, someone else would say it was a perfect Picasso with the drawings barely repeatable but for you, it was the masterpiece of the century.

Thank you very much for reading! And sorry for the mistakes!

[blacklegsanjiii]

North Blue Language CH 4

“Would it have mattered? He wouldn't have gone through what he has.” Sora spits at him.

“Dad, lunch!” Sanji calls from down the hall. Mihawk rolled his eyes as he leaves the study to go to the dining room. Sanji had started calling him “dad” not too long ago. He and Sora, having been on the island for two years and Sanji now being twelve, had grown to take over meal preparations other than breakfast because he still often suffered bad night terrors. Although some mornings Mihawk would find him awake and half dead because he hadn't been able to get back to sleep. 

“What have you made?” Mihawk asks as he enters the dining room and gives Sora a quick kiss as they all sit to eat.

“Mushroom ravioli in an herb and cream sauce.” Sanji answers proudly as they all begin to eat. It is very good. Sora compliments Sanji and Mihawk gives him a nod of approval. “Are you setting off soon?”

“Yes, I have a warlord meeting in three weeks, I have to set sail in a week to be on time.” Mihawk answers.

“We'll be alright with the supplies we have, and we'll tend to the vineyard as well.” Sora assures him.

“You two are the only ones I would trust with such a task.” Mihawk says.

“You don't have anyone else you could.” Sanji points out.

“That's true.” Sora laughs and Mihawk shakes his head lightly.

“I trust you both will be alright while I'm gone?” Mihawk asks.

“Of course.” Sora assures. And later that night Mihawk dances around the sitting room with Sora as Sanji plays the piano and laughs because Mihawk had set the tiara he found on Sora's head finally. It's as close to marriage as they'll get. Even as Sanji sleeps down the hall later and Mihawk and Sora hold each other in the master bedroom, out of breath as he pets her hair. 

“I love you.” Sora says in North Blue, all hard consonants and rolling vowels.

“I love you too.” Mihawk replies in Common Blue. They share another kiss before they drift off to sleep. 

Mihawk sets off the following week, annoyed he has to attend a meeting. Truthfully he's sure if it weren't for Sora and Sanji and the visceral need to keep them with him then his bounty would be unfrozen by now. He supposes that was what made Sora an amazing queen to man who didn't deserve her. No matter, she was his wife and Sanji his son. Not that he ever told Sora or Sanji but he figured they knew if ever ran into Germa he would sink their ships, they know him best after all.

It's the dead of night when Mihawk returns from the sea. He grabs the most important things: a rifle, a roll of knives he deemed perfect for Sanji, and Yoru. He doesn't expect much from the rifle but he knows better than to leave it on his ship overnight. He double checks the locks and ropes before going to the castle. He places the rifle near the door and heads to his and Sora's room.

Sora is not alone however, Sanji is there too. Sanji and Sora are curled up around each other with the blankets half kicked off the bed. He chuckles lightly as he places Yoru in her holder then changes and lays behind Sora. She and Sanji don't wake as he wraps an arm around Sora and falls asleep. 

He wakes up alone the next day though. Mihawk is not one to sleep late but he can tell it's midmorning by the sun streaming in. There is a plate of food from breakfast on his bedside table that he doesn't spare a glance at from the yelling outside. He rushes to the window and looks outside to see Sora holding the rifle as Sanji sits cross legged behind her. 

“You sure put that last can out there, didn't you?” Sora asks. She repositions herself slightly as she aims back down the rifle. Her stance is strong and powerful. A far cry from how she looked when Mihawk had first seen her.

“Well yeah! That's how a challenge works, Mom!” Sanji laughs. 

“Right, challenge.” Sora giggles as the rifle goes off again and Mihawk can hear the light ping of a tin can being hit. “That was fun and you can hide them again after lunch, alright?” Sora looks to Sanji who is bolting into the forest without much care to collect the cans. Sora looks up and waves to Mihawk who nods back. 

He changes rather quickly then heads downstairs with his plate. He pats Sanji's head as he passes by and gives Sora a kiss. The breakfast is put away in the fridge and he helps Sanji prepare lunch. Sora looks over the gun more carefully. She's taking it apart expertly and inspecting the individual pieces.

“I didn't realise you were such an excellent shot.” Mihawk chuckles.

“I would say it's much easier than being a swordsman.” Sora argues lightly. Mihawk hums lightly.

“The furthest can was in a tree like a hundred yards away.” Sanji says, Mihawk cocks an eyebrow at the boy. Sora had managed to hit the can fairly easily and Sanji had retrieved it rather quickly. He looked at his wife who had completely disassembled the gun.

“Have you thought about becoming a pirate, darling?” Mihawk asks.

“Gods no. I do not have the fortitude for that. I'm quite alright just helping you.” Sora laughs.

“Like a first mate who doesn't leave?” Sanji asks.

“Basically.” Sora nodded. She begins putting it back together as they continue to cook. After the gun is back together she takes over for Mihawk so he can inspect her handiwork. It's all correct and well done, as best as it can be without the proper products to care or clean the thing of course but nonetheless.

“Well you seem to be a sniper if I've ever seen one.” Mihawk says, giving her a look. “Have you touched a gun before?” 

“Once or twice.” Sora answers, smiling at him. “It’s breath control and focus.” 

“Some damn fine focus then.” Mihawk sniffs as he puts the gun in a closet. 

“Oh I'm sure you both could do it.” Sora retorts with a hefty eye roll. They all shoot the rifle after eating lunch and catching up. Mihawk is a better shot than Sanji but Sora is leagues ahead of him. Sanji is fast at hiding the targets if he runs any faster his feet might catch fire, his dad thinks. Sora takes less than a minute to shoot them all when Sanji returns.

“Yasopp is going to eat his damned hat.” Mihawk mutters as Sanji bolts off to hide the cans again and Sora laughs, her dress too elegant for the rifle she's holding. It never takes her longer than three minutes to shoot the cans.

~*~

Observation haki is what earned Mihawk the nickname ‘Hawkeye’ and his son seems to be in the same boat as they tend to the vineyard. Sora brought her rifle and Mihawk Yoru as they collect grapes for wine. The humandrills are more behaved than they have been but they still chase Sanji to no end. The boy is still too lean but at this point Mihawk thinks it's more genetic than what he had suffered in Germa. 

“You can sense them, can't you?” Mihawk chuckles at Sanji as his eyes flicker around them as he cuts grapes down to put in the basket.

“I guess. It feels like,” Sanji pauses as he thinks of a word, “like fog or syrup or something. It's sticky.” Sanji continues with a furrowed brow. Since they exclusively talk in Northern now Mihawk often felt the same trouble for finding words. Northern was not a kind language. More words for cold and snow and ice than anything else in the language.

“That's your observation haki, it's also how you know where your mother or I are at any given moment.” Mihawk nods. “Though you've felt it for a while, haven't you?” He eyes the blond boy curiously.

“You mean people don't know how to do that normally?” Sanji asks back with his one eye wide with surprise.

“No, I noticed your first day on the island. Your eyes kept scanning the trees.” Mihawk answers.

“Oh.” Sanji replies as he focuses on the task at hand again.

“With training you would be able to sense coming attacks, pick apart emotions and such. Observation haki is also referred to as someone's ‘soul voice'. You can learn a lot about a person with it.” Mihawk explains. He thinks of Shanks and the thrill of having an equal match in their fights but the man seemed to have little ambition and drive to become better. Granted he was making waves in the New World and quickly rising in status. The man overall was lackluster after his shine wore off. Spending more time drunk and depressed than anything else.

“That’d be a useful skill for a cook.” Sanji nods.

“It would.” Mihawk agrees.

“What are you two talking about?” Sora asks as she walks over with a filled bucket.

“Training in observation haki.” Mihawk answers. Theykiss and Sanji rolls his eyes at his parents. Sora ruffles his hair after setting her bucket down.

“I have no idea what that is.” Sora says as she looks between them, but she's smiling brightly and unphased as her shooting has only gotten better, to the point Mihawk had bought her a proper rifle and a pistol 

“Guess I'll train you both then. It'll be useful if they take away my warlord status or when Sanji sets off.” Mihawk says with a smile.

“You do so dread playing nice with the government.” Sora agrees. “Shall we finish with these and head back then?” 

“Yeah, do we have books on haki, Dad?” Sanji asks and Mihawk racks his brain as they carry the buckets to the barn to press.

“I'm sure we do, I can't imagine I haven't brought some back at some point or the man before me didn't.” Mihawk answers. They press the grapes and barrel the juice. They laugh at the stains they've accumulated on their clothes as Mihawk picks them both up and over his shoulders to carry into the castle. “We all need to change, come on.” 

“The gun and Yoru.” Sora scoffs at her husband as Sanji laughs. 

“They'll be alright.” Mihawk says as he kicks the barn closed. 

“Dracule!” She hits his back lightly as she gives her son a disbelieving look which makes Sanji laugh harder. They make it to the castle and all change before meeting in the sitting room where Mihawk scans the shelves and pulls a few books for them to read. They sit and read until Sanji goes to start dinner. Mihawk is reading an interesting passage about oversensitive haki.

“Darling?” Sora asks him.

“Yes, love?” He asks back, casting a quick glance.

“You think he already is using haki, correct?” Sora wavers and Mihawk gives her his full attention.

“To some extent, yes. Some kids who have gone through similar experiences start using haki as early as five or six. With what he has been through I suspect the same for him.” Mihawk agrees. “Granted I don't know the full extent, yet.” 

“Nor do I, I've really only seen what Sanji would come visit me with or what he's told us.” Sora sighs.

“It'll be a useful skill for him, and for you.” Mihawk nods and pulls her close. “It will help keep him safe.”

“Do you promise?” Sora asks.

“Do I lie?” Mihawk counters and Sora lets out a sigh as she gives in. 

A few days later and with little practice, so little Mihawk is actually shocked, Sanji is able to pick apart his and Sora's emotions. They test his range and they find that it almost extends to the beach from the sitting room. Sanji's range is big and could get bigger as he grew. It is a matter of training him to bring his range down.

Sanji is otherwise exceptional at observation haki. Which makes Sora worry that Mihawk was correct in his assumption. Mihawk knows that unfortunately he is right but with the right training he'll have it under control. 

“It is not your fault.” Mihawk insists one night as they're getting ready for bed. Sora is pacing in her nightgown, back and forth near their bed.

“But if I hadn't drank it he wouldn't be like this.” Sora argues.

“No, but you both would still be in Germa and he would be like his siblings. Could you have lived like that?” Mihawk asks her as changes into his sleep pants.

“Would it have mattered? He wouldn't have gone through what he has.” Sora spits at him.

“He wouldn't be dreaming of the All Blue. He would be a pawn under Judge’s thumb not knowing right from wrong and only knowing death and blood shed. You saved him, over and over you saved him.” Mihawk takes her anger and lets it wash over him. They are not at fault. “Judge used your children for his own gain. He wouldn't be as strong as he is without you.” 

“I let them hurt him.” She says and Mihawk pulls her to him finally. She stills and Mihawk holds her loosely in case it is too much.

“No, Judge did. Judge is the only one at fault. You were as much a prisoner as he was.” Mihawk soothes her. “You're the one who got you both out, because of you I have a son. I fell in love. Sora, you saved him time and time again. Do not ever doubt what you did for him, he doesn't want that for you.” Sora nods and leans into him so Mihawk takes that as a sign to hold her closer. Mihawk hums the song she plays most on the piano, an old North Blue hymnal he believes, as he rocks her gently side to side.

Sanji might be thirteen when he crawls into their bed later that night. He doesn't wake Sora so Mihawk shifts them so there's room for his nightmare stricken son. 

“What was it about?” Mihawk asks quietly as he cards his hands through the boy's hair.

“The mask and bugs.” Sanji whispers. 

“Never again, I swear that to you.” Mihawk responds and Sanji nods as they eventually are lulled back to sleep by that same hymnal to a long dead god. 

[12romy]

Thanks @sebchal for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Oof. 57, damn that's a lot, what am I doing with my life?? 53 of them in F1 (I know it says 52 but one of them is on anon lmao)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

GUYS I JUST COUNTED AND APPARENTLY I'VE PUBLISHED AROUND 477K FOR THE F1 FANDOM??!!??! SEND HELP (there's another 100k in my wips rn)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

F1rpf, although I have a fic for The Sandman and one for Our Flag Means Death (let's forget about my works for spn lol)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

So the first one is Odd ducks, the fic I wrote for The Sandman, which is pretty normal since the fandom is bigger. After that, only F1, with Let's try something else (sewis fake dating feat Seb and gay panic), A Change of Habits (my lonnnnnnng chewis fic following the 2022 season), Your Crush is Showing (Brocedes, the first long fic I completed. Lots of smut.) and finally, Remember to forget (me), brocedes lewis!amnesia fic. I am very proud of the last one, mostly because it's super angsty and I torture Nico so much in it lmao

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do, actually, but usually I procrastinate on it, and I took ages. It's just, like, I feel it important to thank everyone for the comments, but it can feel a little repetitive and so I just tend to... Push it back to the next day, again and again. When it's on a multi-chapter fic, I reply before publishing the new chapter usually, but if it's a one-shot or the last chapter... Well. You'll get an answer but god knows when ahah

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oof, that's between Losing it all, a really dark fic about Nico, and Too Late, a bad ending 3344 fic based on Monza 2021 :)

(be careful about the tags if you go and read them btw)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Damn, that's a difficult question, I love writting sappy endings... But actually I think it's the ending of Welcome in the family!

It's a cute fic about Kimi/Tonio/Minttu, and the ending is definitely what I consider one of the happiest, mostly because of a little time-jump that allows to see the future ^^

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I did once, actually, on the 3344 fic I mentionned earlier. I think the person was just a max fan and didn't appreciate the way I make him suffer... I had put the write tags and all, so idk why they clicked on it. Anyway, it was scary and upsetting and I'm glad it only happened once ^^"

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Hell yeah. Go have a look, honestly, there's no way I can summarise it. I write way too much of it, I think (and most of it hasn't been published yet I think)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope, but I should, it could be fun! Actually, I'd like to write a Lewis/Lil Nas X one day, so who knows. That's not at the top of my list, though.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I... Don't know, actually? How do you even check that? I hope not ahah ^^"

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Someone offered to translate one of my fic in Chinese!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I DID, The Prince and the Knight, with my wonderful @feuerspirit !!!!!! And I don't want to spoil, but me and @metheevilgenius miiiiight publish a little os at some point ;)

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Oh, such a hard question... I'll go with brocedes, but it's really mean to make me chose only one. They're just.... *siiiigh*

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Definitely this BDSM seb/charles/mick and lewis/pierre I have started. I didn't publish it and it's like 20k long but I'm completely stuck and haven't worked on it in a long time. Not totally happy with it either ^^"

16. What are your writing strengths?

Uh, good question? I don't know, I get compliments about the characterisation... But other than that, I like to think I have a pretty good sense of humour and I'm able to make people laugh (or like, I hope. I make myself laugh, which is a good begining)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The fucking dialogues.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I like to use petnames in other languages cause petnames always feel more personnal when you use it in your own language. So with the F1 drivers, it's nice cause not all of them are english! I tend to put some German or some French sometimes in my fics for full sentences, but I try not to do it too much. If you don't understand the language, it can be very frustrating.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Time to dig up my old ff.net account lmao

Nah, actually, I remember very well of my first fic. I was 15, it was two pages long, I was feeling bad about writing a fic in the first place although it didn't involve any romance. I deleted it a few hours after posting it, ahah. It was for the fandom of a french youtube show called Aventures. It's like, people playing a dnd style game, it's pretty cool and I was really into it for a long time.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

The fic I love the most of is definitely Up or Down. It's one of my favourite fic I've wrote. It's one of my early work, so it's a little clumsy and far from perfect, but I have good memories of myself writing it. I was in vacation in Rome at the time, alone, and I spent my time wandering in the city and thinking about my fic, it was amazing. And well, the content of the fic is also nice I guess XDDD

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noooo idea who did this thing, and who didn't, so ignore if you've already done it or don't want to! I tag @feuerspirit @n-ico-ando @sunshinesebby @sionisjaune

[ddoxhan]

forever, winter

can we stay this way forever?

word count : 1.3k

genre : fluff, first snow with winter; gn!reader x idol!winter

tw : none :)

status : one-shot; pt. 1/2; part 2

a/n : would recommend to play ‘forever’ by aespa while reading, it gives off winter season vibes :3 enjoy !!

"minjeong!"

seeing the first snow was always heart fluttering. especially with the person you love the most. as she rushed downstairs hearing the yelp, her concerned expression formed into relief and joy.

"isn't it beautiful?"

"you say that every time we see the first snow."

"well because it is, don't you think so?"

"I do, I just think it's more stunning with you sat at this very spot every year."

"oh, cut the cheesiness. I'm getting goosebumps."

two cups of hot chocolate with marshmallows and her favorite pochacco blanket were undeniably the best combo you could ever think of. the girl slept in slumber, letting out a few tiny snores.

she had been working on her group's newest ballad; which she was clearly over stressing herself with. it was too good for it to not be released along with their upcoming full album. you just knew people were gonna like it, no scrap that, people were gonna love it.

sometimes you just wished minjeong wouldn't be so hard on herself. to be honest, you weren't one to say anything about it as you tend to want things to be 'perfect' too. but because you knew how it felt, you didn't want her to feel the guilt and disappointment when the desired results aren't achieved.

you were thankful that she had four days off, so that she could rest and enjoy the rest of the christmassy feels of december before the year ended. but knowing her, she would never want to stay indoors for the whole holiday. little did she know, you had a small surprise for her when new year comes.

as an hour or so went by, you saw her eyes fluttering open, showing that she was still drowned in the sleepiness.

"how long was I gone for?"

"hmm, an hour? I didn't wake you cause you looked so cute with your snores."

"argh! that's so embarrassing!..."

"honey, we've lived together for years."

"but still! I want to always show you the best of me..."

"kim minjeong, we've went through this before. don't tell me you want me to narrate that time you rushed out without much makeup and I was literally blown away with your beauty."

"no! that's because my dance lesson ended late, plus I probably looked disheveled after practice."

raising a brow at her words, she returned it, making you break character and laughed your asses off.

the night went by with you showering her with endless compliments although you lack vocabulary and her turning red every now and then.

the time she was performing on stage, the time she was recording in the studio, the time she had a photoshoot.

the time she squealed seeing the puppies at the cafe, the time her eyes sparkled as she had her favourite lasagna in ages, the time she learnt how to ride the bicycle.

just her. every moment you remember were all infused with her in it and you can't be more grateful. to have her in your life and love her.

the snow had melted a little overnight as the sun seeped through the cracks of the curtain, waking you up. you looked to your side to see minjeong missing. that was when you noticed your sensory cells working, taking in the smell of freshly cooked bacon.

"we could've gotten McDonald's."

"oh, you're awake. nah, it's better to cook, we still had those ham and sausages we bought last week."

you nodded in reply, taking the seat with your back facing the garden. although you've loved the scenery of your garden, you had to let her take the one facing it when she gave you the puppy eyes. as if you weren't already a softie for her.

"let's dig in!"

"..."

"..."

"why do you like me?"

the dining table had always been quiet when you eat as you both knew that you two almost never talk while eating no matter how much any of you want to talk about something. you knew minjeong had something on in her mind.

"I don't like you. I love you more than you can imagine."

"it's morning, please spare my ears."

"alright, alright. it's because it's you."

"that's all? like anything about my appearance?"

from that, you knew it was about her looks again. she must've gone through the comments on media platforms about her again. and you knew that not everyone has the nicest things to say about others on the internet.

"you look beautiful, both inside and outside. minjeong, please don't put too much attention on those comments."

"I can't help! I just..."

she had all the reasons in her head yet they don't exist. every time she tries to find for a good solid reason to prove that the comments matter, she can't. silence engulfed the air as the staring competition went on.

"just?'

"just... fine, I give up. but it doesn't mean the comments don't matter!"

"I never said that comments don't matter. just the rotten ones. you have every right to read the comments but store the nice ones you come across and recycle the bad ones into motivation."

minjeong looks at you like you had grown a second head. not wanting to sound weird, you went with the cliché question.

"is there something on my face?"

"no no, I just found your smart side really sexy."

you were taken aback, not expecting her to be that straightforward with her choice of words. you could feel your ears burning a little, but played it cool before offering to wash the dishes.

as you grabbed for the washing gloves, you could feel arms wrapped around your torso. you recognized the vanilla scent, easing your nerves as you smiled at her snuggling into your back.

"thank you, baby. you're the best."

"to be honest, it's nothing compared to what you've done for me."

"don't say that! we both each other's safe haven. you were right, if I put too much of my mind onto the negativity, it would've just made me feel worse about myself."

"i'm glad I can make your feel better."

"as you always do."

you turned around to face her, her arms loosen a little but still holding onto you. you didn't mind whether the bubbles and soap were dripping onto the floor. what mattered was this angel in front of you.

so many years together, one glance into her orbs and you knew what she was thinking and vice versa of course. but she totally missed that playful smirk on you as you booped her nose with your gloved-hand.

she gasped, surprised but still smiley at your childishness. she got herself some soap from your gloves before doing the same as it grew into a bubble fight. but saw the end of it when you guys almost broke a plate.

"i'll finish up, get changed and wait for me?"

"where are we going?"

"somewhere."

demanding for an answer, she glared at you, failing miserably as you just chuckled at her cuteness. she still kept the glaring, making you give in as you didn't need a cardiac arrest on a very wonderful Sunday morning.

"I planned a course for our date today so our first stop would be the city park that opened last month."

"really?! oh my god, you should've told me!"

"it was supposed to be a surprise but my dear maltese was impatient."

"it still is! I'll go up now, I need to find the best fit for us. we're gonna take so many pictures today!"

she rushed to your shared room excitedly, swearing you saw a tail wagging intensely with excitement and anticipation for the day. you just couldn't contain that smile of yours whenever it came to her. her antics always made you smile. she always made you smile.