#can yuo put that out on me please

[elmflowers]

Wherw is my old men yaoi......

[sanguinewolves]

emoji ask game for weirdos

🚬 c. can yuo put that out on me

🌌 let’s go on a 2am walk together

🫀 i want to beat you up

🫁 i want you to beat me up

⚔️ i just want to fight you i don’t care who wins

⚰️ can we have an hour long screaming match for fun

💣 your posts make me cry (because they’re bad)

🔩 your posts make me cry (because they’re good)

🧨 let’s reenact the passenger <3

🧷 i’ll help you hide a body if you need me to

📺 can we watch the show i like together. please please please please pl

🗝️ i wish we lived closer together

🪓 i want you (dead)

🌲 i want to hang out in the woods with you

🌅 are you okay. i hope you are

🛸 youre weird as fuck. (not an insult)

📀 you can run away with me any time you want

🪫 i’ve tried to ask you out about a thousand times but in my head you just always say no

🪻 i wish i was special you’re so fucking special

💐 are you gay

i don’t know why it devolved into song lyrics at the end okay i am so tired. good night send me asks

[mochalate]

[intro] new notification!

msby!atsumu x reader || w/c: 560 Atsumu discovers that the only thing worse than online dating, is dating advice online. a/n: oh look at that, another atsumu fic!! this one is less stressful for me though. its pretty short, with a cute little plot that won't cause me planning paralysis. making edits for atsumu is always so fun <3 i hope you'll read it!!

[chapter 1->]

r/relationship_advice • 3 hours ago

u/fattytuna95

I want to ask out my twin brother's girlfriend.

It's not as bad as it sounds. She's not really his girlfriend.

I'll try to explain.

We're colleagues, sort of. (Me and her— I'd rather starve to death than work for my brother.)

Last month, someone took a picture of us leaving the office. I was only walking her to her car but the person who took the picture wanted to imply that we were dating.

And that wouldn't have been an easy rumour for her to handle, so I got my brother (identical twin) to post a picture with her on his socials.

Obviously, just one picture wouldn't work to convince anyone, so they've been meeting up a couple times a week (they have similar interests, so they were friends already) to be seen together.

Now here's the issue— I never saw her like that before, and I thought it was just fucking annoying to watch people be lovey dovey, fake or not... but one of my other colleagues said it sounded like I was jealous.

And fuck, I am.

Do you think she'd be mad if I asked her out? I reacted pretty badly to the original picture. And I'm worried my brother likes her for real (those photos they're posting are kind of convincing...)

Edit: for everyone asking, no, I can't ask my brother. he'll know why, and if he really does like her I don't want to mess with it. and if he doesn't he won't let me hear the fucking end of it. i can hear the best man speech already.

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u/unicornpoodle • 2 hours ago

lol dude (I'm assuming you're a dude, unless you're a girl who unfortunately is built exactly like your brother) are you sure you like her and aren't just jealous of your brother being happy? fake or not

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u/fattytuna95 • 2 hours ago yeah i'm sure. I cut out a picture of one of my teammates and pasted it over his ugly mug and it made me even angrier. ↑ 35 ↓ •••

u/msbygirlie_13 • 2 hours ago

Oh hey!! I recognise you from the atsumu miya subreddit!! That's so cool you have a twin just like him!! And his brother got a gf recently too!!! (I think they're fr tho lol.)

Okay hmmm this is a tough one. wdym when yuo said 'reacted badly'??? and what was so bad about the rumour in the first place if it's an option for you now???? this is kinda weird ngl.

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u/fattytuna95 • 2 hours ago do you really they're the real deal??? I kind of laughed. And now that I look back at it, I think I might have looked way too eager to put it out there that we weren't dating. like I was disgusted or something. :( I wasn't, I just didn't want her to have any trouble. :( :( I'm sorry, I can't explain the situation any more for privacy reasons. ↑ 20 ↓ •••

u/guiltyassassin_ • 1 hour ago

well you don't have to talk to either of them... you said someone took the original photo. maybe they're still stalking?? ask them what they think?

lmfao you guys are either celebrities or highschoolers with this kinda drama

(also you keep calling your brother ugly, but then say you guys are identical? huh????)

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u/fattytuna95 • 55 minutes ago This is kind of an insane idea, but it does make sense. Maybe I'll do it. (and you wouldn't get it.) ↑ 2 ↓ •••

first chapter tomorrow! please like/reblog/reply/send me an ask if you enjoyed it :) it keeps me going lol [my other fics->] divider: @/cafekitsune

[waitineedaname]

POV for the no excuses writing meme, please 👀 (i love this game so much!)

a bit of context: this is for my lesbingqiu wip inspired by that "can yuo put that out on me" tweet! the wip is from binghe's pov, so here's shen yuan instead. she strikes me as the kind of person to think being thirty makes her old (it does not lol)

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Shen Yuan wasn't sure why Shang Qinghua had insisted on dragging her out drinking if she was just going to abandon her at the first sight of her situationship across the bar. She didn't care if Shang Qinghua insisted she needed to go out more! She had work to do! Never mind that her "work" these days mostly amounted to opening her dissertation document, glaring at it for an hour, and then closing it again. She was simply getting too old to go out drinking. She was thirty now; she might as well join a knitting circle if Qinghua was that worried about her social life.

She continued grumbling to herself as she lit her cigarette. It was much quieter outside the bar, though she could still feel the music thumping through the wall behind her. She would give Shang Qinghua another five or ten minutes to prove she hadn't completely forgotten about her, just long enough to take a smoke break, and then she'd leave. She could go home, change into her pyjamas, and spend the evening working through her reading list like she'd originally intended.

Her plans were interrupted by a sudden spike in the bar's volume as someone opened the door and stumbled out into the alley beside her. Shen Yuan nearly dropped her cigarette as she was suddenly confronted by the most absurdly beautiful woman she'd ever seen.

She wondered deliriously for a moment whether there had been a modelling event that she didn't know about, because there was no other explanation for a woman this gorgeous being loose in the wild. Her dress hugged her curves in all the right places, and she had the kind of artful curls that Shen Yuan thought only existed in professionally styled wigs. Her bone structure was fine, and her skin was perfect. Seriously, was Shen Yuan hallucinating?!

The woman was also, Shen Yuan realized, extremely drunk. She stumbled over her high heels, reaching out to support herself on the wall with a groan. Shen Yuan's hands itched to reach out and support her, but she resisted the impulse.

"Are you alright?" she asked instead. The woman looked up, startled, eyes wide as if she hadn't realized Shen Yuan was there. Absolutely no way those eyelashes were real. They had to be falsies.

The woman made a slightly incoherent noise, and Shen Yuan frowned. How drunk was she? She then abruptly stood up straighter, though she was clearly still supporting herself on the wall.

"I'm fine," she said, surprising Shen Yuan with a low, smooth voice like honey. "I just needed some fresh air."

Shen Yuan nodded sympathetically. Poor thing. "Drink a little too much?"

The other woman's lips pursed in a pout. "My friend ordered shots," she explained.

And then just let her wander off?! Shen Yuan would like a word with this friend of hers. "You should be careful with those," she cautioned. "They can get you drunk very fast."

The woman nodded with the earnestness of an eager student. "Jiejie is very wise."

Oh, she was far too cute. Is this what people were referring to when they talked about blessed interactions between drunk girls at a bar? Never mind that Shen Yuan was hardly buzzed herself. She wanted to pat this girl's head and give her more wisdom, even if this wasn't really her area of expertise.

"Would jiejie keep me company while I sober up?" asked the other woman, her speech slightly slurred and her dark eyes pleading. As if Shen Yuan could say no to eyes like that!

"Of course." Shen Yuan nodded. It was her responsibility, after all! A code of sisterhood, to look out for drunk girls! "What's your name?"

"Luo Binghe." She found a more comfortable position leaning against the wall, resulting in her curls spilling over her chest. Shen Yuan foolishly tracked the motion, then forced her eyes back up to Luo Binghe's face. Aiyah! That dress really left very little to the imagination! Wasn't she cold?! Should Shen Yuan offer her jacket? "What should I call jiejie?"

"Shen Yuan." She lifted her cigarette to her lips and took another drag in the hopes that it would make Luo Binghe's appearance less distracting. Luo Binghe was staring at her with an intensity that made her want to squirm. "Are you here for some special occasion?"

Luo Binghe just continued to stare at her for a while. Poor thing, she really must be drunk. Shen Yuan knew how slowly she processed things when she was drunk. She could be patient with the girl. "My friends wanted to celebrate me starting graduate school," Luo Binghe eventually explained. Her pretty features pulled in a slight frown. "I think it's just an excuse for them to get drunk."

Shen Yuan chuckled at the petulance on Luo Binghe's face. "Maybe, but that’s a worthy thing to celebrate. Congratulations on starting grad school."

"Thank you, Shen-jie." Luo Binghe's expression softened into a smile again, still laser-focused on Shen Yuan's face.

Shen Yuan took a moment to look Luo Binghe over again. Grad school, huh? Shen Yuan struggled to believe that, but she couldn't see why Luo Binghe would lie. It's just, Shen Yuan was in graduate school, and she felt horribly outclassed by the girl in front of her. With looks like hers, she could easily become an idol or something! She didn't deserve to waste away in academia like Shen Yuan, though she admired Luo Binghe's academic drive. And so young, too...

"You seem awfully young for grad school," Shen Yuan said. It could be that she just took good care of herself, but she wouldn't have been surprised if she'd said she was still an undergrad. "How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-five," Luo Binghe said.

"Twenty-five," Shen Yuan repeated. Twenty-five! And she was here, talking to thirty year old Shen Yuan outside a bar. Shen Yuan's earlier impression was right; this really was not the scene for her. "I think I’m officially too old for this bar. People will think I’m a creep if I keep coming around here." She took another drag from her cigarette, feeling morose over her age. "When I graduated high school, you would’ve been thirteen. Isn’t that weird?"

It had seemed like Luo Binghe was sobering up, but she suddenly wobbled on her heels. She was staring intensely at the cigarette in Shen Yuan's hand. "Can you put that out on me?" she slurred.

Shen Yuan's heart rate spiked. Ah! How could she be so oblivious? What kind of helpful jiejie was she if she was blowing smoke in Luo Binghe's direction?! "Oh! I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked if it was okay to smoke near you. I’ll put it out." She quickly ground it out on the wall. Luo Binghe made a pitiful noise of complaint, but that's okay, Shen Yuan had this handled now! No more smoke when Luo Binghe had specifically wanted to get fresh air!

"I know it’s a bad habit," Shen Yuan attempted to make an excuse for herself, her fingers itching with nervous energy. "It gives me something to do with my mouth and hands. I guess I should get a fidget cube or something less bad for me, but…" She trailed off with an awkward laugh.

Luo Binghe's eyes were still wide and slightly wet, fixated on her hands. Poor thing, the smoke must've made her eyes water. She opened her mouth, but she was interrupted by the door to the bar opening with a slam.

"Bing-jie!" A girl burst out of the bar, covered in jangling jewellery and not much in the way of actual clothing. She latched onto Luo Binghe's arm, speaking way too loudly to be sober. "You left your Ling-er all alone in the bar!"

Luo Binghe's expression immediately soured, but based on the way she didn't shove the other girl away, it was clear she knew her. Ah, Shen Yuan realized. This must be the friend who'd ordered the shots. Well, she'd just been planning to keep an eye on Luo Binghe until she sobered up or a friend joined her, and here was the friend. Her company was no longer needed here.

"I should probably get going," Shen Yuan said, giving Luo Binghe a soft smile. She had been scowling at her friend, but when she looked back up at Shen Yuan, her eyes were wide and puppyish again. "Get home safe, okay?"

Luo Binghe nodded, once again reminding her of an earnest student. "I will, Shen-jie."

Shen Yuan waved and left the alleyway. She sighed and pulled out her phone to call a cab. Shang Qinghua could find her own way home. Serves her right.

Still, the night wasn't a complete wash. Even as she made her way home, her thoughts drifted back to Luo Binghe. Did she get home alright? Was she drinking enough water? Would she be too hungover in the morning? A girl that pretty and that drunk could be a real target for unsavory people. Shen Yuan didn't doubt that she could handle herself -- those arms of hers were impressive -- but she couldn't help but worry.

Ah, well. Worrying wouldn't do her any good. It's not like they'd ever see each other again.

She put thoughts of Luo Binghe aside and decided to put her energy towards preparing orientation for her department's incoming graduate students.

[velvetwyrme]

oouuouua please make a follow up on the superhero pap x reader theyre one of my favorites also im excited to see tf fic from yuo

im glad you enjoyed it!!! i got a comment on it recently while i was thinking abt how to continue it and that seemed to click my brain into action LMAO

EHEHEHE hopefully! soon!! ive got a few things in mind but im also waffling over Really Starting because i have so many things ongoing but... auauugh the IDEAS plague me!!!!

also heres a sneak peek into my brain because im in the mood to chatter, but feel free to skip it if you so desire:

for Origin Story im LOOSELY planning any continuation/s to be kinda standalone stories all centered around a superhero trope (like the Origin Story ;]) because i think that could be fun to work with. i enjoyed writing some of the larger Undertale cast, something that i WOULD have liked to do in FF, except Edge and the MC in that are both pretty reclusive socially abfjfbdjdghkf,, oh well.

anyway. i have tons of ideas for the various tropes, so its really a matter of picking a place and Writing. i really want to feature more of Alphys in this because i love her dearly <3

as for TF fic... most of them are reader inserts unsurprisingly lmaooo but ive got a few non-reader inserts floating around there too. im kinda just throwin stuff at the walls of my mind to see what sticks, but heres a few of my draft titles for your perusing pleasure:

into the fire: noble-ish au with a human reader who is supposed to be gifted to one of the members of the household. reader makes a failed escape attempt torn bedsheet style and is saved :] inspired loosely by the visual novels i used to read/play back in high school LMAO. skeletiano, i will forever be sad i could not romance you.

between you, me and soundwave: reader writes rpf abt mechs on earth LMAO. i see people mention humans writing fanfic about Cybertronians in passing but i think itd be funny to put that at the forefront. extremely silly and low stakes fic. probably.

drift compatibility: mecha! pilot! au!! exists purely because i read 1 (one) fic about plugsuits and just went "hmnngh... mecha pilots are fun to imagine interacting with Cybertronians... also there's DRIFT compatibility... i can totally do some fucked up shit with that" and now it's spiralled wildly out of control because at some point i started thinking about Governments and Social Structures and got distracted with worldbuilding lol. i have many many many ideas and i can only hope i can string some of them together so I can EXPLODE it out of my brain either through writing or art. also theres smut that happens wayyyy down the line which ill probably end up writing first and posting separately LMAO

penance is a prison: my take on Titan AU but as a fic because my brain is so so full of thoughts abt this au. i'll probably just end up drawing a lot of these scenes instead but like. its there! partially written!! im emotions abt it!!!

self explanatory long title: human/borrower au constructicons/jazz/prowl poly. i love rare not-so-pairs a lot and im particularly fond of this set. also i just like thinking abt either jazz and prowl getting menaced by a bunch of tiny guys OR the opposite where a group of construction workers have two borrower roommates. this one is more just random idea dumps instead of a fic but still fun to think about LMAO

ALSO! MINI REC. while you wait for me to (eventually maybe) write TF fic, you should check out boostergoldishh's works on ao3 for some tasty tasty TF reader insert fics. im still planning on making a rec list but they updated today and im filled w/ much love for good writing.

and as a bonus if you got this far (thank you!!): the super secret draft chapter title for the next NEXT FF chapter because its pretty silly

if my cowriter sees this hi. ill share the doc soon but its pretty much empty, its just there to remind me whats coming next LMAO 👍

[dollivication]

by the way!!! if you’re worried that you’ve sent a lot of asks,,.. DONT BE WORRIED!!!

i can Not stress how happy i get seeing inbox notifs…; laik you didn’t have to go out of your way to interact with me! but you did! and it tickles me pink ..;…🩷

yew took time out of your day to share a thought,, and I think that’s a lovely thing.. :3 so please never stop!!!!

it doesn’t even have to be auhmm a concept or req regarding dmc/re! hearing yuo talk about your day or well-being is very much allowed!!!

tmi??? no such thing!!! i’m here to hear yu out ^^

and if i don’t reply chances are that i’ve seen it but haven’t had the time to respond!!! know i applreciste yur ask Deepely ૮꒰ ˶> ༝ <˶꒱ა ….

jusr wanted 2 put it out ther because i don’t want anywan overthinking

[bucketspammer4life]

☆ WVBA At A Party ☆

So uhh tw for alcohol mention,emetophobia other than that its ok

Glass Joe

- doing his best not to get thrown into a dance circle

- anxious as fuck

- piston hondo (drunk as shit) keep trying to explain star wars lore to him

- hes just nodding and pretending to understand, he cant because hes speaking in japanese

- had some drinks & passed out because he doesnt take alcohol well

- woke up on the roof because some drunk bastard decided to put him onto there, theres now a investigation about trying to find who put Joe on the roof

- will hold your drink for you

- keeps getting dragged into doing dumb shit by aran ryan

Von Kaiser

- buzzed, looks like hes on the verge of death

- at the karaoke bar, killing it, yess grandpa slayyyy one foot in the grave one foot in the rave

- keeps chugging like hell, look at him go

- teaching some random people how to do traditional german dances

- randomly starts sobbing

- bear hugger has to stop him from chugging another bottle of whiskey

Disco Kid

- thrown into the dance circle, killing it

- spamming everyones phones with really positive texts

- "YUO AR TAKENTED SNF CAN DK SNYTHING YKU PUT YOU4 NINF UBTO" (You are really talented and can do anything you put your mind into)

-"thank you : )"

- "YOU SRE LIVEF ANR 4SKEBT2D,,,,ÖOCE YOURDRKF" (You are loved, love yourself)

- wasted

- giving out free hugs

- had a really good dance off with aran ryan

- fell down a flight of stairs and got up like it was nothing

- dancing the pain away

Piston Hondo

- avoiding the dance circle like its a death sentence

- explaining the star wars lore to glass joe in japanese

- will hate himself in the morning

- speaking really broken japanglish with bear hugger

- keeps lifting up von kaiser & running away as he holds him

- partying hard

- randomly starts speaking about stuff, you could be talking about how you ran over a man and his son just yesterday and he'll be like "Do you like sailor moon"

- tried to eat a glass of water, sad because he got stopped

- randomly got stuck in a british accent

King Hippo

- passed out on the floor

- someone help him please

- people keep trying to use him as a trampoline

- randomly gets up and starts to talk about sea slugs

- he just leaves after that,he is done

Great Tiger

- only sober person here

- has to stop piston hondo from explaining the star wars lore to random people

- making sure everyone is hydrated

- victim of disco kids positive texts

- gathers drunk passed out people and puts them somewhere safe so nobody gets hurt

- oh my god he is on the verge of tears from all this stress he needs help

- ended up sobbing into disco kids arms after it all got too stressful

- he could really use a break

- will hold your drink,may switch it out with water if he decides youve had enough for tonight

Don Flamenco

- too distracted too go to the dance circle

- keeps singing & referencing dumb stuff while anyone talks to him, he just has 0 thoughts right now

- "i feel like im never gonna amount to anything in my life, it just feels like im destined to end up dying alone-"

- "FIESTA SALSA QUİNCEAÑERA-"

- "why do i even bother"

- drinking cocktails like someones gonna take it away from him if he doesnt inhale it within 10 seconds

- keeps trying to call carmen

- stumbling like hell

- someone needs to tape his mouth shut

- asking the dumbest shit ever to carmen as he texts her

- "would you still love me if i was a muppet,,"

- "would you still be able to control yourself or would you need to be used like a actual muppet??"

- "i dont knwo im durnk"

Bear Hugger

- will not go into the dance circle, ever

- singing sea shanties & suddenly has the personality of a ye olden sailor

- someone convinced him to wax his legs

- confused as shit when he wakes up in the morning

- listening to hondo infodump about sailor moon, intrigued

- will laugh at anything, laughed at Macho mans left eyebrow for a solid 40 minutes

- passed out for a hour after that

- brought a random frog from the nearest pond & named it Buddy, buddy was never seen again after someone threw him out of a window

- ate candle wax, he just did, he somehow stomached it

- sober yet wasted, tapdancing on that line between mentally not present & aware

Aran Ryan

- drunk but has a camera, recording whatever happens

- "guys... this little pocket sized eejit is stuck on the roof... what the fuck.. get him off of there"

- will do anything you dare him to do, got dared to throw someones TV out of the window, the rest is history

- eated a bees

- chased piston hondo with a chair, you havent known true fear until a irishman with a camera & chair is chasing you while yelling like a psychopath while youre talking about star wars lore

- called glass joe "Glasses Jonathan"

- mourned the loss of buddy with bear hugger

- on his hater routine, texting back discos positive messages with mean messages

Soda Popinski

- sober, enjoying the show

- in the dance circle, busting it down

- dehydrated because theres no soda :(

- trying to convince aran ryan to eat a pair of headphones

- gives out water to anyone who appears drunk & asks for a drink telling them its "strong stuff" Just to see them smile & hydrate themselves

- enjoying the karaoke

- also mourning the loss of buddy, thought he was really cool

Bald Bull

- scared of the dance circle

- drunk but his social anxiety is still acting up

- mom i threw up pose when he zones out & stares into the void

- standing in the corner or clinging onto don flamenco because he cant manage crowds well

- getting second hand embarrasment from don flamencos singing

- people keep using the top of his head as a mirror

- clinging onto the nearest extroverts he knows well

- "what if everyone thinks i look like a complete idiot standing in the corner"

- Just really anxious & stressed, he doesnt manage social events well

- needs some silence

Super Macho Man

- thinks hes a good dancer, looks like hes having a stroke, dancing is not for him, especially drunk dancing

- people keep calling him grandpa

- sobbing over any minor event that effects him even slightly negatively

- sobbed over the loss of buddy

- crying over everything

- sobbing on the bathroom floor because he threw up so hard he felt like his soul left him

- hes literally just crying

- tried to do karaoke through his tears, couldnt sing the tears away

Mr Sandman

- pushed into the dance circle, accidentally made a conga line, who knew a conga line full of drunk men could be so fun?

- watching aran ryan eat weird shit & cheering him on because he thinks its funny

- bald bull tried to make a "man me a sand" joke to him, ended up looking like he was having a seizure

- "Mr sandman.. Sand.. The man?.. Sand man.. Uhhh, man him a sand-"

- "bull please lay down"

- enjoying bear huggers sea shanties

- trying to get glass joe off the roof

- fell asleep using a freezer as a pillow

Extra

- narcis showed up to tell everyone that theyre losers & left

- doc louis left early with mac as soon as the alcohol drinking started

[cybrthrillz]

more wallter x gnarpy hcs please and thank yuo 🙏 ur the only one feeding us gnsrpy shippers

this turned into me rambling about why i like gnarpwall so much but bare with me

i think wallter and gnarpy would feel sort of drawn to each other due to their similarities. in my canon they were both raised quite privileged. neither of them ever sought out to be bad people, but it was circumstances that caused them to become a worse version of themself, albeit in very different ways which i may elaborate on at another point.

gnarpy wants power wallter wants money they both want control. they both have a relatively high status in their society and are perceived as respectable and maybe even feared. they put on a facade and force themselves to believe that they dont care for others and wiped any sort of sense of self that they used to be for the sake of pursuing their goals. theyre both highly self centered and inconsiderate towards others.

these facades clash perfectly because neither of them understand each other at first. gnarpy DID fall for wallters facade and xes also the only person in the elevator whos actually enough of a dick to be insulting and violent towards him for no reasons other than he has a stupid face and is concrete and is nice. their interactions always seemed unique to me because of how wallter is usually unphased and it is very funny. theyre not trying to get each other to break character or anything because neither of them even consider that theyre putting up a front to begin with

though i feel like when theyve bumped into each other enough times on the elevator and how they'd talk to each other every single time wallter will manage to convince gnarpy to hang out somehow and treats xem to some beer and potentially get intimate only for xem to act like it never happened afterwards.

i also feel like wallter would be much better at keeping his mask up than gnarpy is and its be very interesting imagining the growing fondness as gnarpy realizes how fucking lonely xe is from having no real friends (wallter being in the same boat) and wallter finding someone who he can relate to but at the same time theyre both hard to get. they were just acquaintances and then a weird frienemy situation and maybe more and gnarpy especially would have had to keep this whole thing under wraps like its a dirty sexual affair (which it kind of is) while also pretending that xe doesnt think its fun being with him. i think theyd be quite reckless and violent while having completely contrasting energies at the same time which is quite entertaining

also i love imagining that gnarpy would eventually start getting pissed if xe ever heard anyone talking shit about wallter even though xe xemself does it a lot but xe hates him trust me guys

[darlingvernon]

day 14: mistletoe | chwe hansol.

↳ the one about hansol avoiding every mistletoe if you’re under it

◇ chwe hansol x female reader ◇ angst with happy ending | friends to lovers ◇ warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing. if i missed anything else please let me know! ◇ 2084 words (lol are we surprised?)

authors note: this is for day 14 of @svthub december prompt challenge: mistletoe. please let me know what you think and i hope you guys enjoy!

another note: i can't believe this is so long lol i guess i really can't help myself when it comes to hansol dfhdjhdj

1 new message nonieeee 

[10:00pm] nonieeee: where are you?

The nerve of this guy, you think to yourself after seeing the message your best friend had sent. He spent the whole night avoiding you, outright at some points even, and now wants to know where you are. 

Fucking typical that is. 

Usually, it’s something you can brush off easily, aware that he prefers to be somewhere else instead of attending big parties such as this, but you were hoping that tonight would’ve been different. 

Wearing his favourite red dress that you own and the necklace he gifted you on your birthday, you wished that Hansol would finally take notice of you, and finally see the way you feel about him. In turn, you hoped that he feels the same about you too.

But, he crushed any chance of that happening with the way he’d been acting, so you spend the rest of the night nursing a glass of wine one after the other. Finally feeling somewhat numb, you’re not going to let him ruin the rest of the night for you.

[10:05pm] you: why do you care [10:05pm] nonieeee: why wouldn’t i?

You almost can’t believe that you really have to spell it out for him, especially in your inebriated state. Almost.

[10:06pm] you: youve been tryging to avoidf me all nigth [10:06pm] nonieeee: are you drunk?

Rolling your eyes, you down the last drops of your sixth wine of the night before replying.

[10:07pm] you: i am notttttt

Placing your phone down on the bar, you ask the bartender for another glass. After taking a few sips of your drink, you finally notice the blinking notification on your phone.

[10:07pm] nonieeee: how much have you had to drink? [10:10pm] nonieeee: y/n where are you? [10:12pm] you: im fgine nonieeeeere [10:12pm] you: go bacjk to ignroing me [10:13pm] nonieeee: i haven’t been ignoring you

You may not be sober but the way Hansol is acting right now is confusing, even if you were. Not one part of you understands why he’s suddenly acting like this and you can’t tell whether he’s being dumb or he’s really not understanding what is happening.

Whatever the case is, your patience has been long gone and replaced by hurt. No longer able to hold it in, you embrace the liquid courage coursing your veins and finally speak your mind. Maybe, your heart too.

[10:17pm] you: omgg yes yuo hav [10:17pm] you: you bolted as sooon as i said hii toy ou,. left the ktcihen when i entered nd left the couch as soon as i satt dwon next toyo u [10:19pm] you: ibet youre wonderngi where i am just so youu cani gnore me again [10:20pm] nonieeee: that’s not true

You laugh at how ridiculous he’s being, though there’s no mirth to it. Finishing the rest of your drink, you throw all caution out the window.

[10:22pm] you: i even worem y pretty dress that you likee and the neckalce that you gotm e formy birthday because i wnted you tos ee me, to finally notice me  [10:23pm] you: but dont worrryy i gett itn ow. im out of th eway so you can enjoy the rest oft he party [10:23pm] you: im gna drnik somr more and maybe do som dncing

As you attempt to put away your phone, it vibrates again in your hand.

[10:24pm] nonieeee: listen i can explain [10:24pm] nonieeee: tell me where you are pls

Just when you’re about to reply, you feel a familiar presence next to you that makes you look up, but you’re disappointed to see that it’s not the person you’re longing to see. “What are you doing here, Mingyu?” you ask, voice slurry from the alcohol.

Mingyu waits for you to take the glass of water he’s offering and to drink it before he replies, “Seungcheol and Joshua sent me. They’re worried about how much alcohol you’re having.”

“I don’t mean to worry anyone,” you pout.

“We know,” he smiles. “What’s got you down?”

Sighing, you reach for the second glass of water he’s placed in front of you and down it too. “Hansol’s been avoiding me all night.”

“Ah.”

“I tried to look pretty for him, so I can pull him under a mistletoe and confess my feelings for him.”

Mingyu’s eyes sparkle, like he knows a secret he can’t share, but it’s gone before you know it and it leaves you questioning whether it’s something you imagined in your drunken haze.

“Well, maybe you still have a chance,” he says. “Why don’t we go and find a mistletoe that you can stand under and get him to find you? I’m sure he’s looking for you right now.”

“Mkay,” you nod, “let me just send him a message real quick.”

[10:37pm] you: yknow hansol i like like liek like like likel ike like you like realllyyyyy reallyyyy like you [10:39pm] you: but icant deal with thsi right noww [10:39pm] you: i gotta dot his mistletoe thing wtih mingyu [10:40pm] you: bye

Just before you shove your phone in your purse, you feel it vibrate once, twice, too many times to count, but you refuse to check it. He was avoiding your presence so the way you see it, you can avoid his messages.

Mingyu sets out two more glasses of water for you which you gratefully accept, sobering up as you finish the last glass. Needing to relieve yourself, he offers to wait for you by the door. 

When you exit the bathroom, Mingyu is there holding out his hand and when you raise your hand to reach for him, another hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you away from your friend. Confused, you look back and see Mingyu beaming at you, holding two thumbs up in the air.

Turning back to your wrist, you immediately recognise the ring on his pinky finger and the watch you gifted him on his wrist. The person who has a hold of you is none other than your best friend Hansol Vernon Chwe himself, the person who’s avoided you all night and shattered your heart into pieces.

“Let me go,” you say loud enough for him to hear over the loud pumping music.

“No,” he replies without looking back, continuing to drag you through the crowd.

“Hansol, let me go,” you repeat, hurt evident in your voice. 

Halting in his tracks, Hansol turns to face you, “No, I’m not letting you go again.” Something in his tone makes you think he means more than what he’s saying and you guess right when he adds, “Just… please let me explain. I don’t want to lose you like this.”

Concern floods your features and you grow more nervous than before, but find yourself nodding to his request. It’s not like you’re gonna say no, you never have when it comes to him. 

In a short while, he leads you through a door and out into the backyard, not stopping until he reaches a tree away from the crowd. Turning to finally face you, Hansol takes his time to look at you, really look at you, his stare making you feel like he can see your soul. 

“Why were you avoiding me?” you break first, unable to bear the tension. 

“I wasn’t—”

“Yes, you were—”

“I wasn’t avoiding you, I was avoiding the mistletoe!” Hansol raises his voice just enough so you can hear him over your own thoughts. Finally letting go of your wrist, much to your dismay, he runs his hand through his hair, pacing back and forth in front of you. 

“Why were you avoiding the mistletoe?” you prod, knowing that he needs your assistance in order to continue. 

Sighing, he stops his pacing and comes back to face you. “The guys had this plan,” he starts and you make sure to listen since he’s finally opening up to you. “They were gonna get the both of us under the mistletoe and get us to kiss.”

The revelation has you reeling and your heart starts to beat so fast that it might beat right out of your chest. “Wait, so you avoided me because you didn’t want to kiss me?”

“Of course, I didn’t want to kiss you,” he confirms and if your heart wasn’t broken before, it certainly is now. 

“Wow, that’s um, great—”

“It’s not like that,” Hansol clarifies quickly, not wanting you to misunderstand further. “The reason I didn’t want to kiss you was because I didn’t want to ruin everything and lose you.”

“Why would that ruin everything?” you ask but Hansol doesn’t seem to hear you, too lost in his own head and feelings.

“But then, you said you were going to kiss Mingyu,” he continued, voice pained, “and it turns out that I was going to lose you even if I didn’t kiss you.”

“I wasn’t going to kiss—”

“I don’t want you to kiss him,” Hansol looks at you, broken. “Especially not after all you said in those texts.”

Dread fills you and suddenly you feel queasy from more than just the alcohol. “What did I say?” you ask in a panic, your memory failing you. 

Hansol closes the gap between your bodies and cups your face in his hands, “You said that you wanted me to see you, really see you—”

“Oh god, I—”

“—and that you really like me.”

The urge to run breaches the surface. “Listen, Hansol I—”

“I’m in love with you,” Hansol confesses and you swear your heart stops beating. “I didn’t think you felt the same way so I never said anything and that’s why I thought I was going to ruin everything if I kissed you. So, don’t kiss Mingyu. Please.”

“I was never going to,” you finally get to tell him. “The whole reason he was taking me to a mistletoe was so I could stand there and wait for you to show up. He was going to fetch you straight after.”

“Really?” he asks, face lighting up with hope. 

Nodding, you wrap your hands around his wrists while he still holds you. “You’re such an idiot,” you scold lightly, tears of joy welling up at the corners of your eyes.

“I’m your idiot.”

“You’re blind too.”

“The same goes for you,” Hansol scoffs.

Stepping closer until your chest to chest, your lips brush against his. “Too bad there isn’t a mistletoe out here,” you tease.

“Actually, there is one,” he swallows nervously, pointing at a tree branch above you. There it is, in all its glory, tied with a red string. “I put it up there, in case I ever got the courage to actually confess to you the way I wanted to.”

“You’re so cheesy.”

“Can I kiss you yet?” Hansol whines, leaning his forehead against yours. 

Smiling, you cave in, kissing him just as you wanted.

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[10:41pm] nonieeee: what? [10:41pm] nonieeee: what mistletoe? [10:42pm] nonieeee: y/n! [10:42pm] nonieeee: what are you talking about? [10:42pm] nonieeee: where are you? [10:43pm] nonieeee: are you kidding me right now? [10:43pm] nonieeee: y/n!! stop!! [10:43pm] nonieeee: reply back to me right now [10:47pm] nonieeee: and mingyu isn’t answering me either so that’s just great :) [10:47pm] nonieeee: y/n i’ve been in love with you for the longest time i can’t believe you’re so blind [10:48pm] nonieeee: how come you never said anything??? [10:50pm] nonieeee: wait don’t answer that, i should’ve known but i was too busy pretending that i was imagining things because i don’t deserve someone as amazing as you hahaha [10:51pm] nonieeee: also you looked so beautiful tonight i lost all my fucking brain cells [10:52pm] nonieeee: i can’t believe i avoided you all night just for this to happen [10:52pm] nonieeee: and i can’t believe i’m saying all of this to you through text instead of in person [10:53pm] nonieeee: i’m sorry you like an idiot like me [10:53pm] nonieeee: please stay where you are [10:53pm] nonieeee: i’m gonna come and find you [10:55pm] nonieeee: no matter what happens, please don’t kiss mingyu

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[03:00pm] you: hansol? [03:00pm] nonieeee: yes, my beloved [03:01pm] you: i 🌋 you (get it? i lava you) [03:02pm] nonieeee: now who’s cheesy? [03:02pm] nonieeee: i 🌋 you too :)

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[pawbeanies]

mm, thinking about using your highness as a test subject. giving you an aphrodisiac i bought. because the packaging had a crown that i thought was just so cute; i couldn't help but think about what it might do to you, my prince. id test and measure everything, for the sake of being thorough. grabbing your tongue and forcing you to hold your mouth open to watch the drool collect and drip from your lips. teasing you about the mess you're making. you're acting all desperate, puppy. unable to control yourself, whining and calling me mean. but you know that I'm right. you can't help but be a bit messy when you want me so bad, can you? suddenly pushing my fingers into your mouth to test your gag reflex. kissing away your tears because you still gagged and it hurt, but it's okay because you're my good boy, right? you wanna relax and let me do what i want because you wanna be good for me? wanna get a reward when I'm done? i know you do, your highness. i could write down the way your body is warming up so, so fast. youre just burning up and you can't do anything about it. but it's okay because I'm here to help. my hands are chilly, so ill use them as ice packs. a hand on your neck, cooling you down, but there's a playfulness in my eyes that serves as your only warning before i squeeze, ever so gently. not enough to hurt, because i could never do that to your highness. but enough to show you, for you to know that your control over me is completely voluntary, on my part. that your pet obeys out of respect. that if i wanted to, i could. then i just kiss your cheek and let go, sitting back as the rest of the aphrodisiac kicks in, enjoying the show and watching you suffer. but don't worry, your highness; you're in good hands <3

- 🌹

you. youu. wizard that curses my dick i need you to know every time you put an ask in it only shows like the first few words but every time i see the "mm" my brain pauses. i made a very dignified and regal and princely noise at seeing it. biting biting you

this one is so good and SO mean i dont remember if ive ever mentioned aphrodisiacs on here but this is targeted and im so. gh. so mean to me. using your prince as a test subject how cruel

guh. huffing and glaring at you as you stick your fingers in my mouth. like how undignified... maybe even being so bold and nipping at your fingers because i cant let you have all the fun, only to choke and gag because youre being meann... brain crumbling a little i think because yes of course i want to be good for you and hgh. brain melting a lot

how cruel of you to turn me into a mess ... powerless as my body heats up?? squirming and drooling and babbling because it's more intense than i could've imagined but i'm trying so hard to hold on for as long as i can. i'd whine at your hands being cold though, just a momentary distraction from my body feeling like it's on fire... ugh. even if you only squeeze a little it'd make me gasp, looking up at you quietly like please do that again and harder this time (not that i would be able to say it at that moment.....)

so!!! so cruel!!! barely touching me and sitting back to watch me suffer is extra cruel. i wonder if i would be able to just sit there if it's that intense? maybe i'd resort to begging that much quicker, squirming and breathless as i look up at you with teary eyes asking for you to touch me, anything, please?? or maybe id just give up on begging entirely and try to grind against your thigh or something... desperate puppy in heat can't wait anymore...

much to. ponder. and think about. thank yuo... but also biting you for being mean. hmph

[exquisitelyrandom]

hi i know one of them is kinda old but if you're okay with it i would love to do a fic of either of these tacophone comics of yours, maybe even both (with credit ofc)

https://www.tumblr.com/exquisitelyrandom/690825927273463808/draw-something-tacophone-related-and-if-you-dont

https://www.tumblr.com/exquisitelyrandom/713112801221263360/angst-because-the-sillies-are-on-my-mind-again

oh my god ofc you can w credit holy sh

YES!!!! AAUGQHZHHQ I'D LOVE FOR YOU TO!!!!! yuo have no idea how much I've been looking for reading content of them plsplspslsplspls

btw where would you be posting the story? I'd love to read it,, if you do make a fic of them, please tag me/send me a link!! ^^

going into small detail abt the ideas behind the comics below because im insane abt them vvv

they're actually very similar to each other so they may as we 🐝 connected/have the same situation lmao

first comic is leaning more on mic's. side

;After getting into the hotel, she's. absolutely miserable but keeps trying to pretend she's fine (she is not). Of course, Soap and the others notice her mood and one of them eventually get to talk to her about it. But even as she does open up, she never outs Taco. Ever. And blames it on the contest. Soap/Whoever confronted her knows it isn't true, but doesn't push further. After the talk, Mic basically just sits there and contemplates, before deciding """past is past""". Eventually, she starts thinking about the whole thing less, and she's smiling a lot more the next few days/weeks. Er. Until. That one night.

The second comic - or, in both comics - , here's Taco's side

There was actually gonna be more similar..things.. in both of the panels i put up above,, but i decided they'd look too similar to each other so Taco looks angrier in the second one

It all starts when Mic walks through the portal. Yeah. She didn't expect that. Taco's not someone to be caught off guard; her moves are calculated, and she knows the outcome of something even before it had a chance to start. She's memorized the puzzles and patterns on an object's mind, knows how to use it to her advantage - knows how to manipulate it into what she needs it to do. So why was it that she..?

She's teleported to their little spot, and her emotions are. overwhelming. At first, she feels.. sad. Distraught. Distraught that Mic left. Then, she feels.. angry. Angry at Mic for even leaving without any further word. Angry at Mic to have the AUDACITY to blame ..her. And she's angry.. at herself. Then, she's sad again. Her mind goes back to the words Microphone last spoke to her, and it stings, just as much as when she first heard them, if not more. She sits on the log -[soft thud]- oh, nevermind, she's on her knees in the soft grass, head in hands. She grips her shell tight and tries to shout, to let out the scream that's been trying to claw its way out of her throat, to get all of the overwhelming thoughts out of her head, but all she can manage is a choked sob, her throat tightening as she curled into herself.

And I'm only now realizing I'm getting WAY too carried away so fast forward everyone:

Taco thinks back on all the mistakes she's made, and back at one of her.. biggest mistakes yet. And, after a while, she decides she's done running, and she's not letting her slip from her grasp that easily. Not again. Not like him.

So, she writes, and writes, and writes, and writes. Until, after over fifty crumpled papers and about three half empty cups of - now cold - tea, she's finished. A letter to Microphone. She spilled her heart out on it, not leaving a single detail on everything she's done, opening herself up completely to the object never expected to break down years worth of built up walls. She's a little hesitant as she sends it to the hotel's mail, and then she waits.

She doesn't respond. Its not the first time. She takes a deep breath. No, she's not letting it faze her. She needs Mic to see she's being genuine. Why couldn't you be genuine from the start? When she most needed you to be?

She sends another letter, this time, directly into her room. She drops it through the little window, and she runs off before anyone notices her. A week passes. She doesn't respond again. She doesn't give up. She sends another letter, and another, and another, and another..

Two months has passed since then - has it really been that long? - And she's on the floor, miserable. The cracks have gotten worse and she can barely see with her right eye, she can barely stand, and her knees feel weak. Her head feels heavy, and her mind goes back to quiet picnics, white bowties and purples hues. And it just.. hurts. It hurts. It hurts, so much and she doesn't want it to. It hurts, and she's angry. Angry at herself for even considering to leave Microphone after they get the million. She's angry at herself for not paying attention to what may have caused the whole thing. Angry at herself slipping up the one good thing she had.

Did you ever have her?

She's angry at herself for being the reason Microphone left.

She feels lightheaded, yet her head feels heavy. And she's so, so tired.. she blacks out

The next thing she knows, she's on her way to ..hotel oj.

Uh oh

so um when I said "small detail" i may have.. lied HEJHSJQJZNNQJXN I WAS GENUINELY GOING TO JUST DESCRIBE MY IDEA FOR THE COMIC IM OSRRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY i had many things to say about tacoy

YOU DONT HAVE TO FOLLOW THROUGH W THE PLOT I'd love to see ur take on the comic!! Ignore my gay little writings hehr

[lonestarss]

mona's normal, she swears

dialogue for those who can't read my handwriting rosaria: you're back here again. did you come here to pray, or did you come to pester me again, like all the other sorry folk here do? mona: can yuo put that out on me please reblog to support an artist!

[roboyomo]

GRABBING YUO. hai :] 1 + 6 + 8 +29 for th ask game !!

GETS GRABBED. hellooooo there pik!!! :D

"1. Have you ever picked up a habit from developing/writing one of your own characters? And if so, who and what?" ough,,, a tough one because my memory is quite bad,,, I think i never had that?? i really can't recall,,,ueeghheh :[ <- can't remember anything

"2. Are there any other preexisting characters that inspired an OC?" Well.

you tell me. and by that i mean my 2016 obsession with bill cipher has DEFINITELY showed up in kenix. yea bill cipher is partially the reason that kenix is silly™ like this. and no i will not elaborate. As for other characters, I don't think that has happened? Most of them just. popped into existence on a random day and i let them

"8. Is there a certain song or playlist of songs you have that make you think of an OC/your story for them?" OUGHHHH. I HAVE QUITE THE AMOUNT SO BUCKLE UP.

first of all SLAMS THE ENTIRETY OF KODOKU NO SHUUKYOU/THE RELIGION OF LONELINESS BY SYUDOU FOR KENIX. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE JUST LOOK AT THE ENGLISH LYRICS.

one example. the entire fucking song is so fitting for him it is driving me insane. ALSO IF YOU WANT TO CHECK OUT THE SONG ITSELF AND NOT JUST THE ENG LYRICS OF IT THEN PLEASE LISTEN TO SENRA’S COVER OF IT. SENRA’S VOCALS DRIVE ME SO FUCKING INSANE BECAUSE OF HOW GOOD HE SOUNDS AND I LOVE HIM A LOT. THANK YOU

as for other beasts,,, this cover of brain revolution girl by maretu for amor. (THIS COVER HAS AN EDITED MV AND I THINK THERE ARE FLASHING LIGHTS SO BE CAREFUL). I KNOW I BARELY TALKED ABOUT HIM. BUT LISTEN

i do prefer the eng translation of the song in the reol and ill.bell cover cc because i feel like the lyrics fit his anger a bit more there but still. this does just as well.

LAPLACE’S ANGEL. FOR BOTH KENIX AND YAKU. AND THIS PART IN SPECIFIC. DOESN’T ELABORATE FURTHER I HOPE YOU CAN JUST UNDERSTAND ME ON THIS ONE

and augh,,,, found footage by shikakuzakana for apollo. WARNING THAT THERE ARE FLASHING COLORS IN THE MV

i don’t have a lot of songs which lyrics make me think of apollo only but this. this is one of the very few. i hold apollo very close to my heart

you know what. The mind electric by miracle musical. for amor, apollo AND kenix. yes i think this part right here fits the three of them. i will not be elaborating further

HEAT ABNORMAL BY IYOWA. AND SPECIFICALLY MIYASHITA YUU’S COVER OF IT. this with yaku from his peak insanity chapter. my poor little guy is going through it

and this might be it for the songs!! this reminds me of the amor playlist i made a year ago,,, should probably check up on that one

"29. Do any of your OCs have AU designs/stories?" WELL I DID TRY TO PUT THESE BEASTS INTO THE PMVERSE.

i had ideas of them as nuggets and also as limbus company sinners. for the nugget stuff i gave apollo da capo as his signature ego suit and weapon and feather of honor as the ego gift. amor was supposed to have the twilight ego gift + suit as well as the mimicry weapon (because shapeshifting beings!!). or maybe some mountain of smiling dead bodies stuff,,, yaku was supposed to have just full laetitia ego stuff and kenix,,,, never decided anything for him actually but honestly it might just be judgement bird ego gear for no reason, and azrael with possibly little red riding hooded mercenary ego gear? As for limbus stuff, i just see amor trying to kill kenix at every possible moment with dante having to rewind the clock. a lot. they are trying to kill each out here and apollo and yaku are just. there. we don't know where's azrael don't ask me where he is

YEA THIS WAS FUN THAMKYOUUU. and!!! i might actually draw them as lobcorp agents at some point i think it'd be fun to do :]

[restlesscrybaby]

hey how's it going? I recently started reading your HC and honestly I'm loving it

Can you make a HC Jack Horner x reader having an anxiety attack?

It's going good, thank you for loving my content! I hope it's going good for ya!!

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~ JACK HORNER COMFORT HEADCANONS ~

~ ANXIETY ATTACK. ~

× 'My brain, it's moving back and forth, upside-down, east west,' ×

☆ CONTENT WARNING: Angst. ☆

~ ANGST INCLUDES: Anxiety attacks. ~

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Jack had no clue what happened.

One day, you were fine, the next, you were in the bathroom, the door locked, he couldn't get in.

He stood on the other side, one hand against the cold wood of the door, the other embracing the knob with his large fists. His face contorted more and more with worry, as he put his forehead against the door.

You were on the other side.

It was a severe one.

Everything was so hard, usually you could tell what was causing this attack, this thrilled panic that rose in your chest like a pounding alarm. Yet, there was so many reasons, you couldn't quite remember why this was happening now.

Your heart was beating out your chest, yet, seemed to skip beats even too. Your chest was tight, too tight, like a python wrapped it's harsh scales around your lungs. It was hard to breathe. So hard.

You couldn't stop crying .

Tears kept flowing down your cheeks, that tinged red with heat. The tip of your nose red, as though inflamed, as snot puddled out of your nose, trickling down your philitrum.

You couldn't stop hyperventilating.

Your jaw was tense.

Everything was wrong, so wrong, everything wa so scary why was everything so scarey yuo ddmt undrestnad and wveyrhting was fimbling... Dzuzy.. So mchu fear..

Jack pressed his forehead against the oak door, as he cleared his throat. "Y/N?," He asked out, in a more quieter hum,

You had covered your eyes, with your palms against them. To hide your face away.

"Please. Let me in?,," He, awkwardly I'll add, shuddered out. He was awkward when it came to comfort, to care,

So different...

Why was everything so different, people were acting strange, your world was spinning, why was work suddenly so hard, and you couldn't figure out why those coworkers kept snickering at you and why people gave you those weird glances and--

His voice rang around your head.

You couldn't stop crying.

Yet, he asked once more, ending with a plea.

...

You had too, you--

But you couldn't, don't be a fool, but--

Almost like your hand moved on its own, your index and thumb curled around the lock. You turned it to the side, as a clarifying snap was heard from upon the door.

His face lit up. Oh, thank God, now he could see why on earth you were not opening the do--

But, upon opening the door, but..

He caught a glimpse of your face.

Tears?

He could tell that from anywhere. You hid your eyes away, with your one hand. The other falling to your side. But the way your bottom lip quivered, a small desperate inhale of air hinted to him, it was serious.

He wondered why he hadn't heard you crying before.

He quickly crouched onto one knee, his other foot planted against the ground, a bent knee. He wanted to seem smaller, to not make you be frightened. He didn't know what was going on.

He wasn't used to this kind of thing..

He held out a hand, his palm facing up to you, as worry coated his face like a bad rash.

You slowly dropped the hand covering your eyes, as your puffy, swollen, red eyes looked deep into his, a feeling of regret tinged in his heart, for making such a mistake as to think you locked him out for reason.

He seemed awkward, he wasn't used to this stuff...

"Calm down-," He muttered out, confidence dropping upon impact at the idea of doing something like this, "It'll be fine. Take deep breaths." He tried to use things he overheard others doing. Maybe that'd work?

You tried to take the advice.

Your head screaming with agony, almost like some wild beast jamming it's angry claws onto your fleshy matter that reside in your skull.

But, a fresh inhale into your nose, comforting wind easing it. You soon released it, as it puffed out in a desperate need, despite you doing it slowly. Your ventilating didn't make it easier.

You repeated.

He sat in silence.

The only thing echoing was your snot trying to force its way back into your nose as you inhaled, but a deep sigh escaping your lips when you exhaled.

He tried his best. His used his big hand, trying to fan you the best he could, yet, of course, he didn't quite understand what he was doing. Cool air was luckily fanned into your face, thank God for big hands.

Soon, you stopped. After being fanned, breathing, and told somewhat, comforting nothings by him.

He dropped his hand, as you awkwardly scratched your upper arm, with the opposite hand. Your head hang low, your face leaning towards the floor as you sniffled.

"What happened? You seemed just fine yesterday," He questioned, a puzzled look plastered across his face now, lips pursing.

".. I don't wanna talk about.. It,," You muttered out, as you blinked away more tears that had been hoarding your eyes, every last tear trying to find its way out.

Usually, he'd pressure. He always wanted to know what was going on.

But, he, surprisingly, left it be.

Huh...

He brought himself to his feet once more, his leg lifting up from beneath him now. A sad look curled upon his eyes, swirling like a vile sick, but he nodded.

He held out a hand, offering it to you.

He asked if you'd like to go get some pie,

Well,

What do you say?

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× 'Feeling and remembering everything you did..' ×

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ENJOY!!

[hebimoonlightwrites]

Can I request a platonic Kenta with a reader that works as a prison guard that I extremely rude to the other prisoners, then they see Kenta and becomes all motherly towards him and treats him as a child.

Writer's corner: Hey, sweetheart! Sure you can! This request is sooo cute!! I totally can imagine someone like the reader you've described! I hope you like what I write for you! If not, please let me know, so I can fix it or write something else for you! Enjoy, darl~♥

mc's pronouns: THEY/THEM

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Warnings: some slight violence and rudeness that I don't share and don't like qwq if you don't like stuff like this, please do not read♥ There's even cuteness though! hehe

~"𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛!"~

What mc did when they entered the prison working as a prison guard was so unique..!

At first every prisoners tried to look down to them, by insulting and teasing the new worker at the prison. Most of them used to say that they wanted to have some fun, insulting the person that had been hired at the place of the last one. The former prison guard had decided to quit the job because of how dangerous it looked when prisoners approached him on break time. In a few words, all the prisoners were sure to be able to make fun of the new prison guard.. they kept thinking so until they all saw them. As mc took a few steps and made their way through the prison's halls, Yuo, who was a muscular prisoner, tried to make fun of them by insulting or joking about the fact that he would have made them feel pain. Soon when he started laughing alongside with some other prisoners, mc stopped their footsteps and in a few seconds they were in front of him, hitting and kicking him, putting him in his damn place. Their eyes looked so cold yet so scary.. Their movements and steps confident, their breath loud enough to be heard by the second floor of the prison, even when they were on the first one, instead. All the prisoners who were laughing suddenly stopped, as they felt some goosebumps on their arms and backs.. they thought they weren't able to feel fear, to be afraid.. yet they looked both shocked and frightened by what that new prison guard had just done to Yuo.. Soon mc spoke in the echo of the prison.. their voice sounded so scary and strict:

"Stay in your damn place, you fucking and disgusting criminal..! Don't force me to make you feel the pain you were talking about before..! Am I clear enough..?!!!"

"It seems like we got another Yuto here...", Shion spoke, softly giggling, as he got back into his cell, which was next to Kenta's one. Ryoga made an aggressive sound with his mouth, similar to a growl, while tightening the grasp on the cell's bars. His eyes were full of hate.. It looked like if the giant of Gokuluck was trying to say something like: "Let them approach me and they will regret to be born!!". Kenta sighed and didn't say anything else as he saw mc passing by. As his eyes met mc's ones, he opened his slightly wider.. mc was smiling warmly at him? That's how he stucked his tongue out of his mouth, smirking in a mad and arrogant way as he usually does. While he expected mc getting mad, they didn't. They simply smiled again and kept walking through the prison's halls, ignoring him. Kenta looked surprised but decided to come back to his laptop, planning another way to get out of that damn prison.

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As the days passed, the prisoners kept speaking about how rude mc was.. Everyone there kept saying what kind of a brat they were. Someone was even speaking about how they had hit another prisoner only because he had simply looked at them raising an eyebrow. Even more aggressive prisoners, like Ryoga himself, were starting to think that mc was a kind of person nobody would have liked to bother.. a kind of person to ignore and try the best to respect.. a kind of crazy one, actually! Kenta, on the other hand, had noticed how differently mc treated him, compared to how they spoke or acted towards the others. Even if being the most intelligent young hacker of the whole world, Kenta didn't understand why they did treat him differently.. why they did look at him with a warm smile on their face.. why their cold and scary look changed only meeting his eyes.. He couldn't really understand.

"Mikoshiba..!"

One day mc called him while he was walking with the other prisoners, heading to the prison's garden to have a break. All the prisoners, as they heard mc calling Kenta's name, started worrying about what mc would have done to him. Kenta fearlessly reached them only to discover that they only wanted to fix his clothes. Kenta glared at mc surprised as they even patted his head at the end, a warm and parent-like smile was on their face, as their eyes and look- usually cold and scary- now was adorable and caring. All the other prisoners looked at them in shock.. they didn't understand why mc was behaving so adorably with Kenta. Some of them assumed that they were maybe because Kenta was related to them in any way.. maybe he was their nephew? Maybe a close friend of theirs?.. Kenta, on the other hand, looked pissed off. Even if he considered himself being different, because superior.. because smarter, the smartest young man of the whole world with the highest IQ level.. well.. the fact that mc was being so cute towards him.. the fact that they were behaving all parent-like with him, so caring that they even pretended not to see when they caught him searching for a way to get out of the prison...

It pissed him off.. like a lot!

Once as mc stopped him again only to pat his head and to fix his messy hair, Kenta surprisely grabbed mc's wrist, blushing: "Stop being an idiot! I'm not your son or whatever!..", he yelled. Mc looked at him, opening their own eyes wider. Kenta hoped to get them angry with him in some way, actually, as he tightened his grip on their wrist, blushing at the fact that their anger was taking too long to get out of their body. Mc smiled again softly and warmly as they spoke in a soft tone: "You're blushing!!.. You look so adorable, just like a small angry puppy right now!..". They started giggling and patting his hair with their free hand, while Kenta was still holding that wrist. That tight and angry grasp of his slowly became loosen until Kenta left mc's wrist. His cheeks were blushed and he could feel his heart beating faster, a strange and family-like warmth into his chest.. He had never felt such a pleasant feeling before.. yet he had it into his chest right now, while mc was parent-like running their fingers through his hair. Some other prisoner would have take advantage of the situation to run away, to escape.. even Kenta himself would have done it!.. but yet.. he couldn't feel his legs.. he couldn't move.. he could only stay there, just staring at mc's happy expression while they were apparently having fun treating Kenta as their kid. 

"Mikoshiba, dear.. you should brush your hair properly before going to sleep, or it will be all tangled!.. I'll help you do it next time!"

Kenta gasped softly and then saw mc going away, heading to the cell's halls, leaving him behind. He kept his eyes pointed on the corner they disappeared behind. His heart was still beating faster because of what had just happened, while he could still smell mc's scent on his face, just like if they had put some of their perfume on him. He touched his own hair, feeling it more smooth and fixed somehow...

Soon he could hear mc's voice yelling rudely to another prisoner.. he couldn't help but smile slightly, still feeling some warmth into his chest.. some family-like love.

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thwip thursday

totally forgot to post for wip wed so i am doing it now. fic featuring @calicostorms's fen'an and @evangeline444's dhaveira

“I would be honored to have you accept.” She smirked. “My brother, as well.”

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes, we brought our own provisions.” The twin veilfires snuffed, and she began to pack away her foci in the pouches that hung against her thighs. “My brother is often uncomfortable around new people. Perhaps you can persuade him into actually relaxing.” Her eyebrows arched meaningfully.

“Hmmm.” Yuo looked back to Fen’an. Though facing away from them, Yuo could tell he was keeping an eye on his sister from the slant of his ears.

“My brother is not one for subtle dialogue,” Dhaveira said. “He responds better to a direct tongue.”

Yuo smirked, ran their tongue over their teeth. “I can do direct.” They nodded to her as they rose to their feet. “We can discuss details of your place here in the morning.”

“I shall be ready. May I have those bones?”

Yuo looked down at the remains of their dinner held in their hand. “Sure.”

She accepted them with a pleased hum and pulled out a small, leatherbound grimoire. Yuo left her to it, striding over to Fen’an, who watched their approach with widened eyes and a stern mouth. The scouts standing near him saluted, and Yuo barely restrained an annoyed sigh.

“At ease,” they told them, then turned to Fen’an and continued in Elvish, “These scouts here mean we don’t have to keep watch ourselves, you know.”

Fen’an’s eyes flicked over Yuo’s face, then to the rocks behind them. “For you. We are guests.”

Yuo cocked their head, flashed their teeth with smile. “You’re my guests. A welcome from the Herald” —Yuo couldn’t help sneering over the word— “entitles you to a lot.”

Fen’an’s eyes returned to theirs. They gleamed like dew-freshened leaves against the rich soil-brown of his skin. “You don’t carry that title willingly.” It was more statement than question, but probing. Like Fen’an was putting together the pieces of a puzzle.

Yuo’s smile turned wry. “Let me guess: you had trouble believing a Dalish elf was walking around claiming Andraste’s blessing?”

“We encountered conflicting information on our travels.”

Yuo made a derisive noise; the nearby scouts cast them nervous glances. “I’m sure the good people are ignoring my ears whenever they can.”

Fen’an hummed, a warm rumble deep in his throat. His thick, white brows dipped into a sympathetic frown.

Yuo raised their flask. “Drink with me?”

Fen’an looked hard at it, as if it were withholding a secret. Yuo gave it a shake, gestured to their tent with a dip of their chin. “I would enjoy your company,” Yuo said, voice low and promising, ears tilted invitingly.

“If you would enjoy it,” Fen’an said slowly, as if not convinced that would be the case.

Yuo led him back to their tent, pitched by the recruits while Yuo was otherwise occupied. A compromise Yuo had been forced to make.

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