#cause he can’t help but imitate him after all ;)

[gillotto]

I love when I come across tiktoks of people drawing BKDK comics using audio from The Basement Yard (and also Game Grumps), I just want these boys to be silly lil besties together

[asunflowerana]

brownie bonding — Nanami Kento

summary: kento makes most of his quality time with his baby daughter.

warnings: pure fluff, dad!nanami, cooking.

wc: 800.

A warming melody of jazz echoes on the portable radio in the kitchen, filling the bonding moment perfectly. Nanami is just finishishing tying a cook’s apron around his waist, feeling a bit awkward to wear such a flowery print, but it was a request from his baby daughter. There’s no way he would refuse her. 

“You look pretty, daddy!” His sunshine compliments him, sitting in the high chair at the counter with her head covered by her tiny cook’s hat. She isn’t a kid that plays around: if she’s going to cook, she’ll wear the proper clothes for it.

Six years old, acting that way already. Imagine when she’s sixteen.

He can’t help but send her a fondly smile. One of the good things about having a kid is that you will always receive an honest answer from them. His little girl it’s saying he looks pretty, so maybe flower prints actually suit him. 

He moves his focus to the counter, checking the ingredients on display: sugar, butter, wheat flour, powdered chocolate, milk, eggs, chocolate chips. The mixer is set, the oven is heating up, and they have everything they need to start the day’s recipe:

Brownies

You’re on your way home from a business trip today, and they both came up with the idea of ​​surprising you with some brownies. In addition to welcoming you home with a delicious gift, Kento also takes this opportunity to spend more quality time with his daughter. She’s growing up so fast that he’s been feeling guilty for missing some moments of her life because of work. He wants to make sure that as long as he has time, he’ll make the most of it alongside her.

“Alright sweetheart, what’s the first step?” He claps his hands, giving her the task of leading and guiding them through the recipe. She bows to read the children’s cookbook she got for her birthday last year, and points her little index to the first illustrated step.

“We need to mix eggs with sugar.” She says, cautiously taking the mixer’s bowl and placing it in front of them. “Can I put them in, daddy?”

“You can, but you need to be careful with the eggs. Break this way.” He demonstrates to her, tapping the tip of the fork against the eggshell until it breaks a small part. He then opens it halfway, and pours the yolk and whites into the bowl. “Your turn now.”

Eri picks up another egg, and tries to imitate exactly what her father did, but ends up hitting the shell too hard, causing the egg to break right on the table and smear the wood with white and yolk. The dirt definitely doesn’t please her father, but he isn’t going to make a big deal of it. These things happen, even to adults, and he doesn’t want to make his daughter feel guilty about something like that. So when she looks at him with those fearful little eyes waiting for a scold, he starts to chuckle at the situation, making her visibly relax as the moment passes by.

They continue with the recipe, now with Nanami directly helping her put the ingredients into the bowl, and his heart warmed to see his daughter having fun cooking, her mini apron’s all dirty from chocolate. “Now we have to add the flour.” He takes the bag from the counter, and gives it to her. “Think you can do it, sweeheart?”

She nods eagerly, and starts pouring flour into the meter. A small amount of flour escapes, but she manages most part of the process, placing the measured flour into the bowl. “I did it!” She announces as soon as she’s done, a huge one missing tooth grin on her face.

Nanami smiles at his daughter’s delight, caressing the top of her head. “Yes sweetheart, you did it.” He presses the ‘on’ button on the mixer, and it starts to churn all the mixture into the bowl. The two watch together the mixture incorporate and become a smooth brown dough, which soon after was put on a platter to bake in the oven.

Since the brownie would take about forty minutes to bake, Nanami thought it would be a good time to give his sunshine a bath and get her ready before the sweet is done.

But his daughter has other plans in mind.

“Daddy, you have flour on your face.” She points in the direction, making him run his hand over his whole cheek. “No, missed.”

“Where’s it?” he asked, leaning his face close to let her clean it for him.

She puts one of her flour-covered hands to his nose, laughing when she sees the art she’s made on her father’s skin. “There.”

His first reaction is deadpan, not believing he fell for a six-year-old child’s trick. But he’s definitely not a quitter: as soon as she gets occupied laughing at his face, he places his hands on her sides and holds her, giving her a mischievous smile. “So this is how you want to play, huh? Very well, young lady… You shall be defeated.” He starts tickling her body, making her squirm and laugh even more. He releases her eventually, and the two soon start a big flour fight around the room, running and throwing flour everywhere.

Not only they’ll give you a brownie tray, but also a pretty messy kitchen to deal with afterwards. But you can’t deny that it’s worth the price. 

© asunflowerana 2024 — all rights reserved.

[matrixbearer2024]

Cruel

[Mr Bill Pines AU: Bill Cipher-Pines x Clifford(Stanford Reincarnation)]

Bill misses his husband and he can’t decide at the moment if this was Karma or just another mistake he’d walked into. Fate could be very kind, but it could also be a very cruel thing.

Inspired by a comic from @honeqq and I decided why not write something related to it! I need to write more stuff for them PLEASE-

Bill had to steel himself once more at the familiar chime summoning him again. He already knew who it was and had a few theories about the reason behind it. The real problem was that he didn’t know if he could take it anymore; each moment felt like a deep cut, with wounds left to fester as his heart battled his mind, tearing apart any semblance of sanity.

He had to mentally prepare himself for every encounter with the lookalike of his deceased husband, the imitation of a man to whom he had once given everything. Just being there was painful—the same voice, the same face, the similar mutation…

But he wasn’t the same man.

Taking a deep breath, Bill stepped in front of the impatient artist, who regarded him with mild annoyance. The artist was blissfully unaware of the constant struggle the god faced just to maintain a decent appearance. For some reason, Bill didn’t dare to explain this to him; it made it easier… sort of.

“Oh, finally. I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show.”

Bill mused that someone must be pulling a sadistic prank, repeatedly putting him in this situation where every waking moment threatened to unleash the flood of emotions and grief once more. This man wasn’t the genius he had once loved. This guy wasn’t Sixer, no matter how similar they looked.

“Yeah, yeah, I’d call you ‘lucky’ number seven, but you’ve just been annoying. Of all the cosmic beings to seek guidance from, you’d think you’d pick one that hasn’t faded into obscurity.”

“You were the muse for this journal’s author, so I thought you’d be able to help me in some way, somehow. I think.”

At the mention of the journal, Bill wanted to shrivel up and die. It was the only one he hadn’t had a hand in writing. The others he had co-authored with his husband, but this one… this one had eluded him for so long, only to be found by… this guy.

He wanted to bash his skull in and scream.

Stanford was gone; that pill had been hard enough to swallow a thousand years ago. Fate just had to rub salt into that open wound. This whole situation was cruel.

“What’s the problem this time?”

“I can’t decide what I want to paint.”

The empty canvas the other man gestured to seemed to beckon him, the stark white void drawing him in and holding him in a vice grip. The triangle stared blankly at the vacant space; an idea flickered to life in his mind, but he hesitated to indulge it. What if he did? It would only unleash another wave of grief, a haunting reminder of what once was and what he had lost to the relentless claws of time and the cold hands of death.

Bill already knew this was going to be idiotic. He felt it in his bones—he was about to make yet another stupidly ridiculous choice. Yet, before he could stop himself, the words tumbled out. Regret settled in immediately after he spoke.

“How about this? What if you painted someone for me? A portrait.”

The reincarnation regarded him with curiosity and interest, and Bill felt an overwhelming urge to gouge out his lone eye at the sight. Don’t look at him like that. Don’t give him the same expression that once held so much love and adoration, the kind that had nearly drowned him. Don’t remind him of those memories. Don’t drive the knife in deeper.

“Sure, I don’t see why not.”

That was the amusement that haunted him: the ghost of a man he had once loved to his own detriment. Someone whose smile caused the edges of his eyes to crinkle with unbridled joy, someone whose gaze never wavered in love and adoration. It was a ticking time bomb to have chosen and loved a mortal; inevitable goodbyes lurked around every corner of his finite life. There was no telling how much time they had left together, yet Bill still felt like Stanford was taken from him far too soon.

What he would have given for just a little more time—one last kiss, one final “I love you.”

He was a god, yet he would have surrendered absolutely everything for just another moment with the man he once called a husband. His equal. His muse.

Bill had to turn away from the other man, feeling tears welling up in his eyes. He quickly blinked them back; after a thousand years, the grief was still overwhelming. It felt like just yesterday he had been in the arms of his lover, and now that love and comfort were nowhere to be found. The ache in his heart throbbed and pounded, emotions turning him soft. What a useless god he’d become. What was once a pleasant feeling had morphed into crippling sorrow.

“If you don’t mind me asking, though… who is it that you want me to paint?”

That was a loaded question, burdened by the lament and grief of a thousand years—a love lost to the hands of time and the embrace of death. The one plane of existence where Bill couldn’t follow. Not as he was. Not when he didn’t have the ability to die. The sickness of an immortal, truly.

“Someone important to me. My muse.”

“You have a muse? Wow. They must be someone incredible.”

Bill could only let out an empty laugh. Stanford was incredible—more than he could ever dare to articulate. Words simply wouldn’t do the man justice; to have a god fall to his knees out of love was an immeasurable feat. The triangle always believed his lover was a force to be reckoned with, a powerhouse and then some. Yet, the relentless sands of time eventually wore him down. Even Stanford's brilliant mind, which had endured so much, couldn’t escape the inevitable; the grim reaper came to collect his dues.

No mortal was spared from that fate.

“Yeah. He was .”

The pain that bled through the triangle’s voice didn’t go unnoticed by the artist, despite his attempts to conceal it. However, the artist chose not to mention it, believing it was best not to pry. After all, it wasn’t his place to interfere; why would he?

Bill cleared his throat and floated up to get a better look at the empty canvas. Every instruction was clear and concise, every requested stroke of the brush executed with intention and purpose. The triangle’s close guidance and precise descriptions of each detail left no room for error; there were simply no mistakes.

As the painting began to take shape, colors and pigments blended seamlessly, crafting an image clearer than crystal. Gradually, the likeness of a man emerged—one with silver hair and a gentle gaze, complemented by a smile that reached his eyes, eyes that radiated immense love and adoration. It was evident that the painting captured an intensely intimate moment; such an expression was not meant for just anyone. Only someone so deeply loved and cherished could inspire a face like that. Only someone who felt eternally young could carry the weight of age with the wonder and joy of a child. The painting became a living juxtaposition.

The artist dropped his paintbrush in surprise; the painting looked so… alive. Under Bill’s guidance, this project had transformed into one of his best works. He couldn't help but wonder if its resemblance to a self-portrait was purely coincidental—an unnerving mirror he had created hour after hour, stroke after stroke, with immense specificity from the triangle beside him. However, the longing gaze from Bill toward the smiling subject made things clear. That action alone spoke more truth than any words they had ever exchanged. Yet, despite the painstaking effort poured into this piece, his eyes were inevitably drawn back to the final product.

It felt… familiar somehow, as if he knew this man, perhaps having met him somewhere before, despite the artist's certainty that he never had.

What was this sense of déjà vu?

The painting was beautifully crafted, distinctly unreplicable, particularly within the eyes of this man, which overflowed with mirth and fondness that clearly belonged to a lover. The expression he wore embodied the true essence of being loved, the purest depiction of happiness.

How had Bill even known about this? Not to mention in such explicit detail…

“Bill—”

“You have your painting, I need some time to think.”

The triangle’s voice trembled with overwhelming emotion, cracking under the weight of his grief. He couldn’t bear to look at the painting any longer. He turned away, unable to face either the finished work or the living, breathing human who looked so painfully similar to the man immortalised in the portrait. Every glance at the painting drove the knife in his chest deeper.

He had been right—this was a stupid idea.

“Just summon me again when you need me,” 

Bill muttered, his voice barely holding together. And with that, the god vanished before the artist could even respond.

Back in his original resting place, hot tears spilled from his lone eye as the grief he’d kept buried for so long finally poured out. The triangle broke down into uncontrollable sobs, curling up against a nearby wall, shivering as anguish consumed him. An agonised scream tore from his chest, shaking the very room. It was a miracle he had managed to stay composed for as long as he had.

Maybe he had wanted to see Stanford again—wanted to remember a happier time, to recall a memory frozen in place. The face of his husband, the man he had loved so deeply. But that love was now buried beneath a thousand years of pain and loss, an ache that had festered beyond measure.

Bill Cipher couldn’t move. He stayed there, weeping through the day, letting the weight of eternity crush him.

If he was truly fated to cross paths with that reincarnation, there was only one truth left.

Fate was just so cruel.

Fic is here as well on Ao3!

[snickerdoodie]

“Sugar and Spice”

Summary: Everyone knew Jake Seresin was a charismatic player. Whether it was flirting with girls at the bar or charming his way out of any situation. But what happens when the blond pilot finally meets his match?

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader

A/N: hey guys..I’m not even gonna lie I completely forgot to post this lmao, I got a liiittle busy with everything and it completely went over my head. But here it is! Finally! After two months. This also isn’t proof read, per usual, so sorry if anything sounds off. Enjoy!

Jake’s chatting along with Rooster and the gang when the door suddenly chimes open, taking a quick glance as any human would, but what he sees isn’t what he’s expecting. In comes you, dressed up in a simple white tank top and probably the shorted daisy dukes he’s ever seen, not that he’s complaining though . His eyes rake over your body before he travels further upward, smirking to himself when you accidentally make eye contact. Giving him a nod and a classic small smile, you make your way over to the bar, soon getting into a quick conversation with Penny.

“Well I’ll be damn,” He says into his beer, taking a long sip before wiping his lips with a grin. That causes Rooster to quirk a brow at the unexpected comment.

“What’s up with you? Find a new pair of tits to ogle at?” He quips, noticing Hangman’s intense stare across the room. Seresin shrugs, a smirk still plastered on his handsome face.

“‘Could say that. Could also say I might have just found myself my girl tonight.” And with that, Hangman scoots himself out of the booth he was sitting in and makes his way across the room, gaze dead set on you sitting at the bar, drink in hand. He ignores the unwanted calls and shouts narrowed to him from his friends, too caught up in his next words. Taking a seat on the empty stool next to yours, leering on your exposed skin before continuing.

“Hey there, what’s a pretty thing like you doin’ here sittin’ by yourself?” You turn your head to the sound of the voice, not even hearing him come up beside you. At first, you do a once over at the man, taking in his striking green eyes and Hollywood smile. Then you take notice in his uniform, his sunglasses perched on the fold of his shirt. Must be one of those pilots you keep hearing about. Turning your upper half to him, you smile.

“Doesn’t seem like I’m sitting alone now, does it?” You quip back, setting your drink down on the countertop. The man’s smirk grows wider as he rests an elbow on the wood.

“Aw, no need to thank me, just doin’ what’s needed of me.” You just now realize his country accent, standing out in certain phrases; it makes you fight back a blush. You raise a brow nonetheless.

“Is that so? Did you magically think I wanted you here, Blondie?” You know he wasn’t expecting the nick name when his brows raise for a split second before shooting back down to their original places.

“Eh, I don’t need’a think, I just know by heart. Y’know, with my magical powers ‘n all.” He imitates quotations at the end of his sentence. You huff out a laugh at his words, eyes cascading down to your watered down drink. Taking a sip, you focus your attention back onto the man in front of you. That stupid grin still plastered on his lips.

“Well can your magical powers tell you the name of the lady you decided to make your next target?” It came out a bit harsher than you intended, almost regretting your words. Truth is, you *were* enjoying his company and that southern drawl of his. He honestly was making your night a bit better than just sitting there alone, drowning in your drinks and mind while some overplayed Toby Keith song played on the jukebox.

“I’m afraid that’s somethin’ I can’t do. Care to help me out here?” Relieved he didn’t say anything about your earlier statement, you bite your lip with a smile, nodding.

“(Y/N),” you state, almost missing the way his eyes light up more at your declaration. “What about you, G.I. Joe? Got a name to the face?”

“As a matter of fact I do, gorgeous. Most people call me Hangman but I’ll make a special case and let you call me yours.” He winks with that cheshire grin. You fight back both a blush and a large smile this time at the cringy and overused line.

“Is that so?”

“I’d sure so hope so, ma’am.”

You both stay silent as you stare at each other. While you bite the inside of your cheek, he scoots himself closer to you, knees brushing against each other. You can smell his sandalwood cologne and the beer he’d been drinking previously before coming up to you. Hangman notices your lack of response and licks his lips, eyes flickering from your glass to your hair then to your lips before continuing.

“Tell ya what, sweetheart” he starts, catching your attention, “You name the game. If I win, you’re buying me dinner. But if you by some miracle manage to beat me, you won’t have to endure my charming company ever again.” He finishes, looking very confident in his proposition. You tilt your head and fully face your body towards him, your legs scooting between his as he widens his stance to make room. You swear you could have seen his adam’s apple bob harshly at the movement but you payed no mind.

You narrow your eyes slightly before a small smile stretches across your lips. With the confidence that this man passed on, you carefully lean forward so your palms are resting against his firm thighs. Bracing yourself as you lean in closer. Hangman bites his lip before tilting his head down, his chest heaving in a breath before he speaks,

“You gonna take up on that offer, darlin’?” He drawls out, voice raspy, almost sultry. You look him in the eyes as you lightly squeeze his skin, his smirk growing.

“Y’know what? I will, s’not like I’ve got anything to lose now is there, cowboy?”

I also tried to make my format for my fics a little more..interesting looking. I felt like they’re too boring so tell me your thoughts. Feel free to comment if you liked or disliked something! :)

[kurishiri]

william v.s. darius . . . darius vogel epilogue 🪽

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: none, it’s actually pretty wholesome (for the most part).

Upon returning to the festival, we could hear the sound of bright music,

and the townspeople, in each of their own ways, were doing a folk dance.

Darius: Let’s go and dance too.

Kate: Ah——

The hand that held mine pulled me toward him, before making its way to my back.

And his rhythmic yet complex steps were enough to draw in the eyes of the surrounding people toward us.

Kate: I-isn’t this a ballroom dance...

Darius: Oh, oops, this is just the dance I am most used to, so that’s why. But...

The next moment, he let go of my hand before spinning his way behind me.

Darius: This type of dance seems much more fun.

Once again, our hands linked, and he looked to the townspeople around him, imitating their movements as he hopped about.

Kate: Hehe, it goes like this.

When I showed him a skip, Darius followed suit with mirth.

Darius: Something like this?

At last we were in sync, and the tempo gradually started to speed up,

and it ended up looking like I was being led by him.

Kate: Waah, so fast!

Darius: Ahaha, isn’t this fun.

(He picks up things very quickly. Which in turn makes teaching him fun as well.)

(But even so... somehow I feel like we’re sticking a bit too close together...)

I could feel the breath from his innocent laugh on my earlobe.

And I could feel his warmth on my back, which in turn caused my breathing to speed up and my body temperature to rise.

Just when I calmed my pounding heart, he spun so that he was in front of me, looking into my eyes.

Darius: Your ears are so red, miss fairytale keeper, it’s just so adorable.

Kate: T-that’s because your movements are so fervent that I’m breaking a leg here to keep up with you.

Seeing his honey-colored eyes so bright, my cheeks started to heat up as well.

Kate: ...But, even so, I’m glad you seem to be having fun.

Darius: .........

D: I suppose that’s to say I’ve yet to laugh from the bottom of my heart.

D: I wonder, if you also smile lots for me, will I be able to smile as well, perhaps?

His gloved fingers reached out to me, pinching my cheeks.

Kate: Uwah?

Darius: Ahaha, they’re so soooft. It reminds me of the plush you got for me.

While laughing, he stretched my cheeks out and rubbed them.

Kate: huu...

Seeing that innocent smile up close, I gradually lost the will to retaliate.

Darius: See, let’s smile, how about it?

And as a cherry on top, he pulled the corners of my lips upward with his index fingers,

showing a bright smile at the same time.

Kate: ...

K: ...heh, hehe...

K: For some reason, seeing you do this... I can’t help but want to laugh.

K: I wanted you to have fun here, and yet I feel like I’m the one having fun instead.

His eccentric actions were as interesting as they were odd.

My cheeks, having been pulled at by his fingers, started to relax.

Darius: .........

D: And I want to play with you a looot more, miss fairytale keeper.

D: Care to come along?

After that,

we would stop by at wagons our eyes landed upon, split snacks, played games——

He would pull me around here and there until I was utterly exhausted,

and by the time I returned to Crown, the darkness of night had long fallen.

(...haa, I ended up going all out.)

(I guess since I became an adult, I haven’t had much opportunities to play so hard like that.)

So, my body was tired, to be sure, but my heart felt full.

(...That said.)

In all the time we were together, had any of the smiles he wore been one from the bottom of his heart?

(If he did, I was having so much fun that they might have slipped past me.)

(...I wonder what Darius’ ‘true’ smile is like?)

And if I could get to know him more, would he show me the smile I wanted to see?

If I could, as he said, ‘get along’ with him, then——

Such a time may someday come by.

——Meanwhile.

Nica: Did you go out somewhere, Dari?

N: Come to think of it, I saw you out in the garden with the Spatzi and the ‘Self-Righteous Monarch.’

Darius: Indeed, you’re right. And after that the little miss human invited me to go out with them to town together, the three of us.

Nica: Hmm, and? Was it fun?

Darius: Of course it was. My king truly is wonderful, to be sure. All that said, I do think he holds some different views and ideals from myself.

D: Well, anyhow, if he were to become a part of my ‘family,’ I’m sure that will end up changing as well, yes?

D: ——Ahh, that’s right, and as for the little miss human.

D: I dragged her aaalll around, and yet she still went along with me, to the point she’s just so naïvely honest.

D: It’s the most odd thing.

Nica: So it looks like you had fun. Glad to hear it.

Now alone in the parlor, Darius looked out the window at London’s night sky.

His honey-colored eyes seemed to sparkle as though he were looking down from a place far away.

And when he calmly sat on the sofa, he felt something strange from his pocket.

Darius: Ah.

He took out the white leopard plush from his pocket, his eyes meeting with it.

Darius: .........

With his gloved fingers,

he pinched the white leopard’s cheeks, on nothing but a whim.

Fin.

will vs darius jude vs nica alfons vs ring

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END NOTES: darius definitely comes off as innocent, but he’s also very sharp — and two-faced as well. and knowing this, it sort of makes this story give off a bit of a different impression than the surface. like yes, the story is wholesome, but at the same time it kind of keeps you on the edge of your seat, yk?and the white leopard plush is interesting too, kate bought it for darius because it reminded her of him, and yet he is pinching its cheeks as he did with kate, so maybe to him, this plush reminds him of kate…

anyway, i hope this story may have spurred some interest in his character! i’d love to hear your thoughts if you have any as well!

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[lemonlover1110]

Little Monster

Dad Series

Sukuna Ryomen

Warnings: Pure Fluff

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Sukuna, a greatly feared monster, has thought about all the possible outcomes of his life. Except this. He never thought he’d be sitting in a chair that’s far too small, waiting for his daughter to serve him “tea”. Which in reality is muddy rain water with some dead leaves. It’s so gross to even pretend to drink it, and believe that Sukuna has seen and eaten some gross stuff in his lifetime. 

“Namie…” Sukuna looks at the brown colored water. “You made this with mommy?”

“Yes, mommy helped.” Namie answers, pushing the tea cup towards her father. Sukuna certainly doesn’t like tea parties anymore. He sits next to a couple of his daughter’s toys, who are also enjoying the tea. “She made it special for you.”

“She’s trying to kill me for the time I tried to kill yo–” Sukuna mutters.

“Would you like some sugar, daddy?” Namie asks and he wants to see the imitation of sugar that she has, only to see that she has actual sugar cubes– Those shouldn’t be wasted on this fake tea. But Sukuna won’t do anything about it, he can just get more.

“Two cubes please.” Sukuna had never heard of the word please before, until you and his daughter came along. She places two cubes into his tea and then distributes it to her other toys. Sukuna stirs the sugar in with a rather small spoon. Namie takes a seat across from his father, which isn’t too far away since the table is small. It’s for a little girl after all.

“Alright, daddy. Now we drink it.”

“Right, of course.” He sticks his pinky out, just like she taught him, and pretends to drink the tea. But Namie doesn’t buy it. She squints her eyes and crosses her top arms.

“Daddy, we have to drink it.” Namie reminds him and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. He just did. “Like actually. There’s tea now.”

“Namie, we can’t drink that.” He tells her, and she furrows her eyebrows as well.

“Why not? Drink it!” She orders, causing Sukuna to sigh. If she were anyone else, she’d be dead. But she’s not anyone else, she’s his daughter. 

“Okay…”

[artist-in-training-wheels]

Nice Nexus AU info!

Hello! Here's the info for my team, Au—Nice Nexus. I might change the name because of the information, but I'm keeping it this way! I've made images to go with it, but I'll have the regular text version under the cut! (I also color-coded the names and certain phrases, mainly because I jump through a lot of pronouns, so it helps keep the info straight!)

Nice Nexus AU

By: Artist-in-training-wheels

This kinda starts when Nexus (Moon at the time) was still grieving Solar’s death. In the episode “What if SOLAR LIVED in VRChat” he wakes up in the theatre, right? Well, we know Dark Sun is insanely good at imitating Sun- so who’s to say that he didn’t just, put a (corruption) chip in Moon that caused him to have that initial hallucination!? The one where Solar lived by Sun died. The only time Moon snapped out of the hallucination was when Monty interacted with him- someone outside the hallucination!

Now, the way I see it, the chip slowly corrupts the user, twisting their desires and morals against themselves until they snap. Once they are at their lowest point, Dark Sun is alerted and approaches the individual, much like he did in “Moon’s New Partnership in VRChat.” I also believe that Dark Sun put a similar chip into Ruin, not as extreme but still holding mild corruption (this is important).

It is also worth mentioning that the flow of time is very… weird in the pocket dimension that they reside in. Sometimes it's years ahead, sometimes it’s a few years behind, and sometimes it lines up with the timeline (the main show). So it’s hard to say how long they’ve truly been there (kinda like the time when Sun and Moon were taken away for a bit- but were actually gone for like… 3 weeks or something like that (according to the Lunar and Earth show)). 

Here’s where things divert the cannon. In my redesigns, Nexus has a wither shard on his nightcap. “For experimentation,” as explained to Dark Sun, who allowed it. However, it turns out that wither corruption can cancel out other corruption! Meaning that after some time, Nexus's sanity started to return! Obviously, he never said anything to Dark Sun, only giving Ruin a wither shard, too—again, “for experimentation.” This causes the mild corruption in Ruin to be undone- proving to Nexus that he was indeed corrupted by Dark Sun (cause at the time, he was in denial about it).

Due to his sanity returning, Nexus has a massive panic/depression spiral because of everything he did/said to his family! He knows there is borderline NOTHING he can do to fix all the damage he’s done in hopes of being a part of their family again, not that he blames them… but that doesn’t mean he won’t help where he can! So he’s made the family each their own personalized drone so that he can keep tabs on his family and find ways to help them!

He can’t do a whole lot like this, but he does little gifts here and there for everyone- a book or two for Sun about magic, some interesting/advanced blueprints (mostly of defensive items) for Moon, any and all info he can find about the astrals to Lunar, different accessories to Earth (but she has gotten a lot of different gifts- that seem to resemble apology gifts…), and Solar… well, he’s still working on Solar’s drone, but he’s already gotten a heartfelt “welcome back” gift… it was his goggles and gloves. He’s also in the process of making Dazzle and Jack’s drone, he’s just trying to figure out the best designs for them!

With that all being said, Ruin ends up being the voice of reason, ensuring that Nexus doesn’t make any sudden appearances and keeps them both under Dark Sun’s radar! He’s done it before; now he just has to make sure Nexus doesn’t get them caught. Occasionally, they’ll send the family a note or two about a possible warning (at least in regards to what Dark Sun is doing), but it isn’t often.

[m4iya]

team player

Hinata Shoyo

“Wow.. that would’ve blown my arms off…”  Shuddering, you sit upright, eyes glued to the screen as a serve flies off the arms of the receiving team.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve been pretty active and sort of athletic. Not in a professional, local or school sports team kind of way, but more-so for keeping yourself fit and healthy. It definitely pays off where you tend to claim first place in individual sporting activities during PE; and you feel better off watching group games from the sidelines.

Though sometimes you can’t help but crave the satisfaction you’d get from jumping into a team and scoring that crowd-roaring goal yourself.

As of recent, a lot of your attention has been poured into volleyball. With the boys’ volleyball team at your school advancing to the national level, you began to wonder what was stopping you from putting yourself out there on the sports scene a little more. But your nerves wouldn’t allow you to achieve your budding dreams, as instead of trying out for the girls’ volleyball team, you opted for your own mini practice sessions behind the gym instead.

With none other but.. the wall.

It wasn’t like you weren’t having any fun though. Each day you’d practice a new technique or skill, whether it was receiving, volleying, or serving. Doing what you could on your own, you developed small activities like keeping the ball up for a whole minute or switching between a receive and a set. You weren’t completely confident in your form, and you’d mess up a lot. But it was still fun.

Besides, it’d help once you eventually try out for the team, right?

With the weather cooling down quite a bit, snow began to graze the tips of the rooftops, softly sprinkling over the tall grass outside the school building. Putting on your scarf and coat, you head outside the classroom towards the school gym after the last bell to begin your ‘self-practice’ even though it was pretty cold. Though you came prepared – layering under your uniform just in case this happened.

Today was the girl’s team’s day to practice, causing you to worry that one of them might see you playing around near the gym. But you just had to make sure no one saw you.

Tossing your bag to the wall, followed by your coat and scarf, you took out the volleyball you had brought from home and began tossing it up, practicing your makeshift sets. You continued like this, switching up a little every few minutes.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stay like this, playing on your own.

After a while, you began doing small serving exercises you had seen online, attempting to imitate the instructor’s movements as well as you remembered them from the night before.

While you were focused on making sure you didn’t receive with your face, a flurry of quick footsteps pacing across the concrete floor approached the gymnasium, suddenly stopping before reaching the open doors.

“Wait.. Theres no practice today!” A voice shrieked.

You had been so engrossed in your mini exercises that you hadn’t noticed that another person was standing immediately to your left, on the platform-walkway that led to the gymnasium.

It seemed that he also didn’t notice you until he turned to leave, wearing a disappointed expression.

“Oh.. Sorry” He apologised, turning to face you.

Out of all people, it was him? Well, given who he was, you weren’t surprised. You recognised him as the #10 from some of the recordings of the boy’s team’s volleyball matches you had seen before. It was pretty hard to forget a person with orange hair.

“It’s fine!” You nervously assured him, worrying he might catch the attention of the girls inside the gym. Though, he seemed more interested in the fact that you were holding a volleyball despite the fact that a gym full of them was right in front of you.

“Are you practicing? Why aren’t you inside?” He curiously asked, walking towards you.

“Um.. Yeah.. It’s a little complicated” You chuckled, looking down at the ball in your hands in an attempt to avoid his somewhat intense gaze.

“Do you need someone to practice with?”  

Your eyes shot up, wide with surprise. He didn’t seem to wait for an answer as he was already removing his earmuffs and scarf, setting his backpack down near yours on the wall.

“Are you sure? Don’t you have to practice with your team?”

“Nope, we’re off for today. So, show me what you’ve got!”

Previously, you’d noticed a hyper-energy emitting from him whenever he made a play in the recordings you’d watched. But to see it this close up was completely different.

Looking up, clouds engulf your view, and the crisp Winter air stung your cheeks and nose. The season had just begun, so where was this warmth that you felt coming from?

After positioning yourself a few metres back, you tossed the ball up and with the swing of your arm, hit it to him. Bringing his hands together, he received it, hurling it back towards you. It seemed a little low, so you thought to go for another receive to send it to him again.

Leaning forward with your arms out and the fingers on your right hand clasped over your left hand (which was in a fist), you bumped the ball with your forearms. Though, instead of it flying towards him, it flew to the side, hitting the wall.

“Ah sorry!”

“I’ll get it!”  

He grabbed the ball and instead of standing where he was before, he walked towards you and placed it in front of him on the ground.

“Hey, show me how you receive”

“Oh.. sure” Nervous, you positioned your hands the way they were before.

“No no, it’s more like this” You watched as he positioned his own hands in the correct manner. “When the ball goes woosh! And flies at you, you gotta bring your hands together like this, and bump it up like bam!”

You felt genuine excitement radiating from him as he spoke. Following his interesting explanation, you gave it a go.

“Like this?” Somehow, you found the positioning to be harder than it looked.

“Hmm.. that’s not how you do it. It’s more like..” Reaching out, he grabbed your hands, gently sliding the fingers of your left hand in between the index finger and thumb of your right hand. Your breath hitched, eyes widening as their gaze peered through your lashes, landing on his face.

His features were so delicate. Skin speckled with the faintest freckles and a nose like a button that wore a red hue. The corners of his lips slightly upturned as he focused on this short, menial task. He then softly pressed your thumbs against each other before squeezing your hands together in place.

Despite having removed your coat and scarf, you remained wearing gloves since your hands weren’t too warm. Though as he guided them together, you felt the warmth of his own palms soothing yours.

“There!”

The sudden burst of his voice brought you back to reality as you immediately looked back down at your hands, embarrassed from yourself.

“O-Oh..! So that’s how, huh.. hmm..” You stumbled on your words in an attempt to play it off, but the newfound warmth within your hands happened to have made its way to your face as well. You ‘examined’ your hand placement, leaning in closer to ‘see it properly’ in an attempt to hide your rosy cheeks.

“You’ll be able to do it super-fast after you practice it tons!” He chirped. “And also, one more thing” Your gaze shifted back towards him.

“I don’t know what your reason is for not playing in a team, but volleyball is a sport that’s played in teams. You can’t do everything on your own”.

He had a certain look on his face. One that made you think he’d been there before.

“Besides, I think our girls’ team wouldn’t hesitate to help you out!” He added with a wide smile. You couldn’t help but wryly smile in return.

“You think..? What if I don’t fit into their formations..?”

“Hey, teams change around a lot! One new member isn’t a big thing” He jokingly scolded.

His straightforward, yet simple way of breaking down a situation took you by surprise. He didn’t use any fancy words or tactics, and he wasn’t trying to soothe a wound; he seemed to say what came to him in a way that left no room for ulterior motives.

For someone who preferred to stay on the sidelines, always benching a skill once you’d learnt it; you never thought you’d see your motivation in a new light.

One that was bright-eyed, sparkly and bouncy.  

other works

[villainessprefect]

~Tell It to My Heart~

title: Be prepared for sensational news

Prompt #10: Confessing to a friend that you’re in love with them and they overhear it.

Leona x gn!reader

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"You know, you've been pretty distracted today," Ruggie points out. He gulps down some water as he uses the shadows of the bleachers as protection from the sun. It's not hot, but after practicing Spelldrive for a couple of hours? It feels like the sun is beating against his skin. "If this is how you're going to be in the next tournament I hope you fix your staring habit by then."

You finish taking a drink of your own water. You're careful not to down it all in one go. Leaving the field for a refill usually gets you a scowl from the captain. Not that you mind, but you'd prefer to remain on his good side whenever possible. It helped that you would bring him an extra for him too.

"I'm not distracted," you huff. "And I'm not staring at anyone!"

Ruggie gives you an unimpressed look.

"And I'm filthy rich," he says sarcastically. "If you're going to defend yourself, you can think of a better excuse. At least say you're not staring at Leona and, I dunno, Jack instead. That's more believable." He lets out his iconic chuckle after speaking.

Feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you turn your head away from him. The last thing you want to do is give away your feelings. Although if Ruggie had pointed them out, perhaps they were obvious enough for others too? You didn't want to think about how obvious it would be to Leona.

Your lack of response causes Ruggie's eyes to narrow. The way you hide and avoid his gaze. He noticed your soft spot on Leona, but he always assumed that you were imitating him. Who wouldn't want to get in the good graces of a prince? But perhaps your intentions were far more...pure.

"Man, you're acting like you got a crush on him or something."

At this moment, you're glad that you weren't drinking water or else you would have choked on it by now. Even without the excuse of choking on water, you still can't find it in you to defend yourself against his playful remark.

Ruggie's eyes go wide and the hyena pulls back.

"N-No way?! Seriously?! I was just kidding! How could you even like someone like him?!"

"Ruggie!" You shout, finally finding your voice. You reach over to try and cover his mouth so nothing else can escape from his lips. But the hyena is quick. He sees your moves coming a mile away and easily dodges your feeble attempt at shutting him up with a simple dodge.

"I-It's not like...I mean..." You sigh, giving up. "Okay, so maybe I do sort of like Leona..."

"The sad part about this is I don't know whether to laugh or cry about this new info..." He sighs. Laughing is easier because it's almost funny to him that someone could like that lazy lion. On the other hand, he feels a little sorry for you. You really had to like him out of all the lions out there, huh?

You let out a whine and cover your face with your hands. So much for keeping this a secret. Things were going so well too! At least, you thought so. Maybe you should skip out on the next practice to perfect your totally not staring but staring techniques.

Ruggie takes a moment as he watches your reaction. Despite what he said, he can't help but be a little curious. Besides, he has something that could be used against you now. He might as well run with what he's got, right? It wouldn't hurt to dig a little deeper.

"So, tell me..." He slides beside you while hiding his grin. "Why do you like him?"

Unluckily for him, you know how he is.

"You really want me to tell you so you can have more dirt on me?" You ask while removing your hands from your face. You catch his face falling, an act he's done so perfectly before you nearly believe the news saddens him.

"I just wanna be a good friend, ya know? Hear all your woes..." Then that grin appears on his face and you can already hear the laughter escaping from him. "And it would really suck if Leona just suddenly heard how the little freshman has a thing for him."

"If I buy you lunch for a week will you keep this a secret?"

"Hmm. How about two weeks?"

"A week and a half."

"Deal!" He chuckles. "Now, where were we?"

You eye him for a moment, wondering if you should spill your guts to him. Despite him using this as leverage against you, you doubt he really would go to Leona. Besides, it's not like you had anyone else to speak to about your crush. It wouldn't hurt to gush just a little bit.

"Alright, alright..." You take in a breath. "Well, I think he's nice."

Ruggie holds back a snicker.

You're regretting this already.

"Not in an obvious way!" You cry out. "Even I know that. But I guess he's nice in a more subtle way? He's considerate, you know. He looks out for me- and you too! He's just...doing it in his own way."

"You know that he only helps me out cuz I help him out. There isn't anything free between us," he points out. "But I guess he does let me use his money from time to time."

"It's something, right? I know he has an attitude too, but that's part of his charm! Ruggie, don't laugh or I'm going to throw a disc at you when we get back on the field!" Your threat doesn't stop him from laughing. All he does is hide that smile behind his hands. "He's smart and well versed in...well, a lot of things! I mentioned something about some obscure flora once and he corrected me on my mistake." You let out a dreamy sigh. "And when he gets serious? Oh, he's so cool! He really does have the strength to back up all his talk and he knows it. I know it's a rare sight, but he totally shows that side more often in Spelldrive. It's one of the reasons why I joined."

Your happiness evaporates and you sigh.

"But I guess it's kinda silly for someone like me to like a prince. Leona wouldn't even dare to look at me."

"Uhh...hey," Ruggie tries to call for your attention. Unfortunately, you're preoccupied with your rambling.

"I'd probably be better off as food for him rather than a mate. Or maybe a pillow, I wouldn't mind that."

"You have some interesting thought process, herbivore."

The sudden, deeper voice makes you jump. With a quick turn, you find none other than the second prince himself, Leona. He stands tall, arms crossed and green eyes boring into your soul. You gulp.

"L-Leona! What are you doing here?" You let out a nervous laugh. You can feel your heart racing with a mixture of excitement and fear. Here he is giving you all his attention, but...how much did he hear?

"I was looking for two slackers who were taking too long on their break." His gaze quickly glances over to the hyena before they shift back to you. "And here I find you both, talking behind my back."

"I wouldn't exactly call it talking," Ruggie chuckles.

"Shut it!" You hiss.

"You shouldn't make assumptions about what I would do, herbivore." Leona takes a step forward, gripping your chin in between his fingers. His hold isn't rough, but enough to keep you in place. Your eyes meet with his and you swear that the pounding in your chest is growing louder with every second passing. "Unless you prefer me to take your words into consideration and devour you whole," he says with a grin.

"H-How...much did you hear?" You squeak.

"Who knows." He shrugs. You have a feeling he heard more than just your last comment. "Ruggie, get back to practice. Let the others know I have business to attend to."

"You got it," he says with a nod. Although he turns to you before running off. "Don't forget, I'm still getting my lunch from you!" As he disappears back onto the field, you hear his laughter ring out in your head.

"You shouldn't have made that deal with him."

Okay. That proves it. He totally heard everything. Instinct says to deny it, but the hyena's words play back in your mind. If you can't make up a plausible lie, why bother telling one? Especially to someone who could read you with just a glance.

"It's fine. I don't mind," you mumble. His grip lessens on your chin, yet you don't move. "I, uhh...Leona."

His ears twitch when you say his name. He watches you squirm in his grasp. Trying to escape from the very one your heart sought out. Herbivores could truly prove themselves to be interesting, couldn't they?

"If you're going to talk, do it with pride."

Leona releases his hold on you, but not for long. Before you can register your freedom, the lion is already lifting you up with ease. He practically tosses you over his shoulder, keeping you steady before leaving the stadium. He ignores your squeaks and protests to be put down, only wearing a prideful smile.

"We can discuss what you said privately in my room. I want to hear how nice I really am from you."

[kittenfangirl20]

*it had been a couple years since Adam and Eve were thrown out of Eden for tasting the Forbidden Fruit, they recently had a twin boys together, Cain a boy looked so much like Adam and Abel a boy who looked so much like Eve, the pregnancy was a painful event because Eve claimed that she tricked Adam into taking a bite of the fruit even though he made the choice on his own because he didn’t want to lose someone else he loved because she didn’t want him to be punished, he was woken to the boys crying, he got up because Eve needed her sleep and made his way to where the babies slept and to his shock, Lilith was standing over the small bed Adam made for them, she was still beautiful, but in a twisted way, she now had large red horns coming from her head and large red bat like wings, she wore a crown and a deep purple gown*

Adam: What are you doing here Lilith?

Lilith: In order to be Queen of Hell with my beloved Lucifer, I was cursed to not be able to bear children of my own. Lucifer wants to be a father and I think that these beautiful little babies will be the perfect Princes of Hell. If you love Lucifer like you say, you would be willing to sacrifice them to make him happy.

Adam: Fucking stay away from Cain and Abel!!!!!!!!

Lilith: We definitely have to change their names.

*Adam charged at Lilith and she grabbed him by the wrists, now that she was a demon she had super human strength and Adam screamed while the bones in his wrists were cracking, Lilith held him up by the wrists and slammed him into the ground*

Lilith: Why fight when you can just have more children of your own.

*Lilith started to mercilessly beat him, tears started to fall from Adam’s eyes while he wondered why Lucifer could choose her over him, he hated the fact that he couldn’t protect the wife and children he loved dearly, suddenly the beating stopped and Lilith screamed, even though it hurt to move, he moved himself up a little to see Eve standing over a cowering Lilith, in Eve’s trembling hands was the angelic sword of Michael which he had given to the couple after they had been thrown out of Eden to protect them in case something like this happened, Adam was impressed to see that Eve had snuck up behind Lilith and cut off her wings, since it was angelic steel, the wings would never grow back*

Eve: As my husband said, fucking stay away from Cain and Abel. Also if you lay another hand on the man I love, I will end you and you won’t be able to be reunited with your husband.

Lilith: Fine, I will have a child one way or another. Besides I don’t understand how this hideous creature inspires such loyalty in you, I at least have better taste in men and I am not an imitation of who Adam really wants.

Eve: Lucifer chose you over Adam, I have to question his tastes. I know Adam loves Lucifer and if the world had been fair to Adam, Lucifer would have loved him the same way. But I know that Adam loves me the same way as he loves Lucifer and anyone who is loved by Adam is a very lucky person. I feel sorry for Lucifer when all he has is you when he could have had so much better.

*Lilith just spat at Adam and disappeared, Eve ran to Adam and held him in a way that wouldn’t cause him more pain*

Adam: Eve please know that I love you so much.

*it hurt Adam to speak, but he had to say it*

Eve: Don’t speak, I know how much you love me. Someone please come help Adam, I can’t lose him.

*to the surprise of the couple, one of the Archangels, Raphael, who was a healer came to heal Adam’s wounds, Adam thought that he would have been abandoned by God and the other angels like how Lucifer abandoned him, as he was being healed he wondered if Lucifer told Lilith to steal his babies with Eve because they couldn’t have their own and if Lilith had truly poisoned his first love against him*

[leeknowlover99]

singles inferno with enhypen hyung line

episode 2.5 behind the camera

previous part masterlist next part

warnings: fluff, sexual tension

pairing: Heesung x reader

prepare for the next part cause it’s going to wild 🫣

that was probably the most comfortable bed you’ve ever laid in. after such a busy day you should be sleeping like a child. but here you were tossing and turning. you looked up at the clock. it was 4 am, 2 hours of you unsuccessfully trying to fall asleep. but you could not stop your thoughts from running, emotions flooding you, keeping you restless. you did not expect to feel like that after just one day in the program. Heesung wasn’t your first choice in inferno. but now after the evening you have spent with him in paradise you felt the unbearable chemistry between you two. but not only that. he really seemed like an awesome person, so passionate about his career and interests, funny and kind in such a charming way. he definitely tickled your heart. you were wondering about many things now. you were an over thinker since forever. you were thinking about him, his cute smile and shiny eyes. you were wondering if he feels the same, how things are going to be in inferno. or maybe all of that will disappear when you come back to other contestants. you were curious about so many things. but how will you enjoy the day when you can’t get any sleep. all these thoughts were making you crazy. the fact that Heesung was just in the next room when you were laying alone in the huge bed was driving you even more mad. you stood up and looked through the window. watching stars shining on the clear sky, and city lights underneath imitating stars. you took few deep breaths to calm yourself. let’s get a glass of water and try to fall asleep for real. you told yourself. you really needed few hours of sleep to function well tomorrow.

you hoped you won’t disturb Heesung’s sleep as you tip toed to kitchen, however as you quickly realized his spot on the coach was empty. white sheets shining in the dark room. you frowned wondering where he could disappear. as you turned around the corner you saw him. he was leaning against the kitchen counter, fingers tapping lightly against the glass he was holding. his face focused, like he was in deep thoughts. he jerked his head up when he noticed you.

“hi, i see i’m not the only one who can’t sleep” you smiled softly.

he run his hand through his hair leaving them messy, strands sticking out in different directions. he looked adorable.

“yeah i thought water might help, but not really.” he handed you a new glass. “here, have some.”

“thanks” you took a sip. “today was indeed intense. what’s keeping you up? is the coach uncomfortable?” you asked.

“nah it’s not that. i usually have no trouble falling asleep anywhere. it’s just all the emotions and stuff” he smiled shyly. yet another side of this boy.

“i feel you, same for me” you hopped on the counter in front of him. “are we allowed to talk off the cameras?” you wondered out loud.

“i don’t know. but i don’t really care.” he sent you a daring look. “it’s not like they can control us anyway.”

“true. i feel like i’m going to be alike a zombie today if i don’t get any sleep.”

Heesung laughed loudly. “we’ll be a pair of zombies i guess. so tell me what are you thinking about.”

“if i tell you will you share as well?” you asked playfully squinting your eyes at him.

“deal princess.”

you could not help but smile at the nickname. but you carefully chose your words answering “i was thinking how easy and fun our date was today, i did not expect that honestly.”

“why?”

“i don’t know. i usually don’t have time to go on dates but when i go it always feels weird and stiff. i thought that here with the presence of cameras and everything it might be ever worse. but actually it has been the opposite” you elaborated swinging your legs to let some of the tension out.

“oh okay. you must’ve went out with some boring guys” he teased. “but seriously i’m happy that it was different with me.”

“now your turn” you urged him.

“i found you attractive from the beginning but after being with you here i’m even more hooked.” he licked his lips. “it was easy talking to you, and yours even prettier without makeup, i feel the spark you know?” he slowly took a step towards you. “do you feel it?” another step. when you did not answer he took third step and stood in front of you. your faces on the same level. eyes locked, shining with something dark and serious. “do you?”

“i feel it too” you whispered eyes flicking to his plump lips. you wanted to taste them.

Heesung seemed to have the same desire. his large hands gently kneaded your bare thighs and pushed them open. you gasped and he slowly, too slowly closed the gap between you two. your chests touching lightly, you felt his breath on your lips, gaze clouded behind his long lashes. you grazed his arms with your fingertips, barely touching him. tension was intense. you got goosebumps. and when he gently caressed your side your pussy clenched. fuck, you needed him. his breath quickened with yours.

“can we?” you asked unsure.

“i don’t give a fuck.”

his lips met yourself in a soft careful kiss. moving against yours gently but passionately. you kissed him back softly, wrapping your arms around him and running your hand through his hair. pulling him closer gently. he licked your bottom lip asking for permission to deepen the kiss. you invited him, your tongue softly caressing his. his hands gently caressing down from your waist to your thighs, closing any distance left between you bodies. your boobs squeezed against his hard chest, your nipples hard and sensitive, bringing fire to your core every time they moved against him. you continued kissing, slowly and passionately, tongues dancing together, Heesung gently biting your bottom lip making you whimper quietly. his hard on lightly grinding against your core.

“fuck” he muttered after your lips disconnected with a loud pop, lips swollen and wet from the kiss.

“fuck indeed” you whispered burying your face in the crook of his neck. he gently kissed the top of your head.

“as much as i want to do other things we should probably go to sleep” he whispered, disappointment clear in his voice. did he want you too disagree? you really wanted to. but you had to be reasonable.

“we should.” you said letting him go and hopping of the counter.

“see you in the morning then.” he smiled devilishly looking sexy as fuck, hair even more muffled after kissing, lips swollen, eyes dark, outline of his dick evident in his shorts.

you didn’t know if sleeping will be any easier now but you headed your bed anyway.

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[amazeingartist]

Mini Demon Ghost Thoughts

No Content Warnings

(initially a twitter thread but got too long lmao)

ghost’s in his usual mini mode one day just chilling with soap alone on the couch in the common room. soap’s talking about whatever and ghost’s indulging in conversation for once

soap pauses mid sentence to ask how it is ghost can actually talk without lips

turns out ghost’s voice box can imitate human speech very well, with some help from his tongue and throat muscles

soap compares ghost to a parrot, letting ghost clamber onto his hand before bringing the demon to meet at his eye level

ghost’s insulted and expresses how he’s much better than any avian capable of speech

it’s obvious soap has some unwanted thought flash through his mind to what would’ve been a pouting ghost had he had lips, and turns away with a light flush on his face

ghost tilts his head and pokes at his human for his sudden change in demeanour, it’s not like soap’s shy but he’s definitely distracted and is refusing to elaborate

now slightly annoyed, ghost grabs soap’s face with his tiny claws to force soap to look at him

soap tries to look unimpressed but the pink on his cheeks says otherwise. he asks ghost what he’s doing and when ghost prods again soap attempts to turn his head away muttering a “it’s stupid don’t worry it”

ghost hisses and keeps soap from moving his head all together, a rumble of a growl is the only sound between the pair as they stare the other down

soap caves after a minute and says he thought about how ghost would kiss without lips

ghost’s growling stop, eyes squinting at soap as he responds “that’s it?” he states that a pretty common thought human tended to have, and at first, he can’t see why it would bothered soap as it did

it takes a second for the answer to pop into the demon’s head and soap can see it happen real time, rolling his eyes as ghost’s slit one’s grew rounder

soap wants to know what’d it be like for ghost to kiss him specifically. how it would work. how it would feel

it bounces around in ghost’s skull for a second before he tells soap that he could kiss ghost if he wanted, and it wouldn’t change much for him

(completely leaving out just how much he’s thought about experiencing this particular type of human affection with soap)

soap drops his head, ghost hands remain on his cheeks as he huffs out his mild frustration about how even one kiss would change a lot for him and is why he couldn’t

especially if ghost couldn’t understand, soap just wouldn’t

lifting to hold his human’s head up, ghost admits to knowing the social implications of kissing has for humans, from minor platonic kisses to kisses far more intimate

soap’s about to cut in but ghost speaks over him wanting to press on

expressing because their relationship is such a special case, ghost, suddenly feeling confident in the matter, says how open he is to any changes that may occur whether permanent or testing

soap’s blush strengthens towards the end and he stutters for ghost to clarify

ghost holds back an eye roll thinking that had been clear enough, but he ultimately doesn’t mind reassuring soap

he gently tugs soap closer, now near whispering that he is not against soap’s human affection in whatever form that may take

in fact he smugly adds, his stance is quite strongly the opposite. soap’s eyes dilate with the confirmation and is obviously itching to follow up

his hesitation comes from ghost still in his mini mode, effectively sitting in the palm of soap’s hand, but the demon assures he’s not fragile and a kiss is hardly a cause for concern

obviously that’s true, but soap’s brain is barley maintaining any form of coherent thought right now so he just nods at ghost

ghost slides his claws down to something closer to a cradle of soap’s head as soap leans in

his eyes flutter shut, but not before seeing ghost’s crown flame flicker and dance with emotion

the sight spurs him on, ghost never does anything he doesn’t want to but seeing how affected the demon is by this fills soap with confidence

out of habit soap tilts his head to accommodate for what would’ve been a nose from bumping into his, but all he can feel ghost’s nasal bone barely press against his face

there’s little gap between them but what is left is for ghost to cross, which he does without hesitation

soft lips to hard bone is a bit of an odd but pleasant sensation. despite their exposure, ghost’s teeth are warm and smooth to the touch

what was supposed to be just a press of the lips has soap trying to kiss ghost in earnest

it’s slow and lacking tongue but soap loves every second of it. he’s so caught up that he almost misses the sudden increase in size of ghost’s hands holding his head or angle of the kiss

in kissing soap, ghost reverted to his regular form in which soap delights by wrapping his arms around ghost’s neck somehow bring the demon closer

now chest to chest the vibrations of what seems to be ghost purring passes right through soap as he softly gasps ghost’s name

ghost seems to just open his mouth when a cough from the doorframe breaks them apart. ghost poofs back into mini mode as soap turns to see gaz looking rather exasperated

apologising yet not looking sorry in the slightest, soap scoops up a balled up tiny ghost and leaves

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I really wasn’t intending to write a first kiss scenario but hey there it is

[pipikosen]

happy late birthday nagi!! also, first post on this acc lmao, hope you enjoy!

[masterlist]

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wc: 1861

reader: fem (implied; wears a skirt)

cw: none! but a smidge of angst if you squint really hard.

ɢᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴅᴜᴏ!ɴᴀɢɪ

gaming duo!Nagi who meets you in a fairly chill lobby.

It was one of the rare occasions Nagi decided to join team chat. Though reluctant, he finds himself clicking on the ever-detested icon, only for the lobby to be dead silent. He’s about to leave the voice chat when he finally hears a voice—yours—cut through above the game’s sfx.

“Ah, fuck, my bad.” Your voice is soft and not one he expected to find in this type of game and worst of all, you’re apologizing to him. 

“S’alright.” He doesn’t want to cause any more problems, it’s his off day from practice, after all. 

gaming duo!Nagi who sends you a friend request and a party invite right after the match because he thinks it’ll be a hassle if he has to deal with any more randoms than he has to. Plus you seemed nice enough.

Chok1: u don’t have to accept if you don’t want to

Chok1: but it was fun playing w u

You: nono i’ll join 

You: and it was fun playing w u too!!

Chok1: cool :x

You: hold on let me add you on disc

You: ____#1028

Unbeknownst to you, Nagi is smiling slightly at your message. He pulls his phone out, swiping down on a message from Reo asking what he’s up to before responding with his typical “:x” which only garners an ellipsis from the purple-haired male.

He’s quick to open Discord before leaving you hanging for too long, fumbling slightly with your username, but eventually, the friend request goes out. You’re quick to accept and it isn’t long till that familiar ugly emote of Wumpus begins waving at him, at which he sends one back before asking if he can start a call.

and thus begins your blooming friendship with gaming duo!Nagi.

gaming duo!Nagi who always queues up as your duo and isn’t afraid to dodge a match entirely if he isn’t in a role that directly correlates to yours. (spoiler alert: they all correlate, he just doesn’t like playing tanks) 

gaming duo!Nagi who isn’t afraid to hunt down and spawn camp the bastards that did the same to you only moments prior.

“Choki, I’m fine really.” Your pleading does little to placate the snow-haired male who’s pouting at you from behind the monitor. He just wants to defend your honor!!

So, he does it anyway. It makes you laugh, and he likes hearing you laugh.

gaming duo!Nagi who doesn’t share much about himself until months into your online friendship. Sure, he drops little tidbits about himself; like how he got his user from a cactus he had previously named or his favorite manga, but never anything truly personal. Until now, that is.

Once he thinks it's been long enough (and sat through enough of Reo’s internet safety lectures that he totally paid attention to) then he just starts dropping facts about himself out of the blue. It's kind of jarring, honestly.

“Seishiro.”

“What?”

“My name.” He only offers a noncommittal shrug, though he knows you can’t see it.

“Seishiro…Seishiro. I like it, it fits you Chokkun!” That adorable nickname paired with his actual name has his heart stammering slightly in his chest. Huh, that’s strange. That’s never happened before.

“Is it your first name or last?” 

He almost misses your question, clearing his throat, “Uh, first.”

“Oh.” You pray that the word didn’t come out as much of a squeak as you think it did. Your cheeks burn as you give him your own name. He says it in a way that has your throat tightening, imitating the way you had earlier; slowly, sensually.

You can’t help but think it sounds beautiful rolling off his tongue.

It almost feels intimate, doing this with him, even if it is just exchanging names. Though, you can’t help but crave more of these moments with Chokkun, or Seishiro, as he insists you call him now.

gaming duo!Nagi who doesn’t tell you he plays soccer because he finds it too much of a hassle to mix his athletics with his gaming, even if it does earn him a lot of earfuls from Reo.

gaming duo!Nagi who always drops guns with skins that he knows you like in Valorant or matches skins with you no matter what role you’re playing in League or Overwatch.

gaming duo!Nagi who isn’t above asking Reo for money when he wants to buy something for either you or him—whether it be a bundle, a battle pass, a skin, or a whole new game entirely.

When Reo asks, all he gets is a shrug in response. Even with the lack of a concrete answer, he sees the way Nagi stares longingly at his phone during breaks, more so than usual, that is.

“Finally manage to bag someone, Nagi? ‘Bout time, I was starting to think you were going to be lonely forever.” The white-haired striker doesn’t even flinch when his best friend’s hand comes down as a harsh, congratulatory slap to his back, a little too focused on the picture—the first picture that wasn’t a screenshot or a meme, really—that you sent him. He only offers a half-hearted hum in response.

gaming duo!Nagi who takes a bit to process that the picture you sent him was of the entrance of a convenience store. It looks familiar, but he doesn’t dwell on it. He blames it on the fact the picture is shaky.

gaming duo!Nagi who realizes late at night when he’s trying to sleep that the reason the convenience store looks familiar is because it's the one right around the corner.

gaming duo!Nagi who doesn’t want to ask and come off like a creep, so he brushes it off as a coincidence to placate his beating heart. What a hassle… 

gaming duo!Nagi whose first picture he sends you is one of his face.

Nagi isn’t quite sure what deity possessed him, but now he’s reveling in the consequences of his actions. He contemplates deleting the image but stops when he sees you typing. 

It wasn’t a bad picture, in all honesty. It was just a simple selfie, his face illuminated solely by the blue light of his monitor as his half-lidded gaze stares tiredly into the camera. His lips form a small pout after the back-to-back losses the two of you faced.

You: who’s that??? why are u randomly sending me pictures of hot men sei?

For a moment, he’s at a loss, staring blankly at your message. The gears in his head are slow to turn, but when they do, his face erupts into a brilliant scarlet as he groans into the palms of his hands.

How did you always manage to make him feel so fucking lame? This was such a pain in the ass, but he can’t find it in himself to just close your message and call it a day.

chosei: it’s me lmao

He waits with a bated breath while you type, all too aware of his fast-beating heart that threatens to jump out of his chest the longer you continue to type. You stop for a moment, your typing status disappearing for a moment before it returns.

You: oh

He feels his heart shatter slightly at your response, fisting at the arm of his office chair as he rubs at his tired eyes. He feels stupid, unsure on whether or not he wants to cry despite the fact you quite literally called him hot only moments prior. 

He turns to his phone, in hopes of venting to Reo, who despite all his future strict lectures and “I told you so”’s, cares deeply for his best friend's mental and physical well-being.

What Nagi wasn’t expecting was to find a picture of a random person dead-center of your messages. You.

You’re beautiful.

You: this is me!! pls don’t mind the mess i didn’t have time to clean (edited)

Nagi doesn’t need to know you had originally said “bc i wanted to hang out with you!!” at the end of your message. For the safety of your heart, you pray he didn’t see it.

gaming duo!Nagi who asks to have face cams on a lot more often, even if it obscures a necessary aspect of the game. What neither of you know is that you both take the chance to stare at the other’s face when you die.

gaming duo!Nagi who no longer denies the e-dater label that Reo slapped on him as a joke, merely humming as he skillfully balances the ball, counting down the minutes before practice is over. 

gaming duo!Nagi who dreads the fact the date to that stupid Blue Lock camp is drawing closer, knowing he can’t play with you as often, if not at all.

gaming duo!Nagi who asks to meet up out of the blue.

chosei: we should meet up

You: ??? where’d that come from lmao???

chosei: im being forced to go to camp >:x

You: for what? you aren’t a criminal are you?

chosei: no stupid

chosei: for soccer

You: you play a sport??????

You: ?????

chosei: ye? ig i never told you

chosei: mb

You: no no ur good

You: you just don’t seem like the type to play a sport

Ironically enough, he thought the exact same.

You: okay

You: say we hypothetically decide to meet up

You: how do you know we’re in the same prefecture

chosei: :shrug: 

You: ihy 

chosei: okay

chosei: what school do you go to then?

You: … touche

You: Hakuho

gaming duo!Nagi who sends you the address to the convenience store you first sent a picture of, followed quickly by the fact he goes to the same school so as to not seem creepy.

gaming duo!Nagi who’s a little too giddy to know how close you actually are to be able to hide his out-of-character grin from the all-seeing violet eyes of Reo.

gaming duo!Nagi who unintentionally searches for you, pouting because he doesn’t know what classes you have.

gaming duo!Nagi who’s surprisingly first to arrive at the convenience store you agreed to meet at, his hands fiddling with a shitty game he found on the App Store while his nose is tucked into the fleece of his hoodie.

“Sorry I’m late!” You round the corner at an alarming speed, nearly crashing into him as you trip over your own feet. Your hair is in a different style from what he’s used to seeing, and you bear accessories that he can’t recall seeing on your person prior.

And yet, Nagi can’t find it in himself to deem you anything less than stunning.

Fiddling with the skirt of your uniform beneath his observant gaze, you clear your throat before offering a meek smile, “Hi, Seishiro.”

He offers a small smile in return, “Hi.”

gaming duo!Nagi who asks you to be his that very same day, unable to look you in the eye.

gaming duo!Nagi who complains about how lame he feels after you accept.

gaming boyfriend!Nagi who holds you for the first time that day and never wants to let go.

hope you enjoyed it! feel free to send in requests if you did<3

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Relaxing

Summary: After a long day at work, you get to spend the rest of the day relaxing with Bambam and your four cats. 

Oneshot 

Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 1,262

Bambam X Reader

Requested: I wonder if you can go a lil BamBam fluff :DD Like not over the top fluff but like domestic home fluff? Like reader comes home to a cozy house of BamBam and cats?? Idk, do what you feel is right! Love youuuuuu 💜

[A/n: I did name ½ of the cats. But seriously they can have any name you wish. (One is named King like Bam’s real cat but not an imitation). I don’t write about Got7 too much anymore, if that. I still love them but not enough to write about them. Anyways, the reason I took this is because I’ve known and been friends with this person in real life for many years. On top of having inspiration for it. And today she starts her new job, and I wish her lots of luck. Anyways, love ya too! Hope this is to your cup of tea!]

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You’ve waited for the weekend to come since the dawn of Monday, wanting to be back in Bambam’s arms. But with you both working different schedules, it was hard to be home together. As you clock out, you can’t help but feel giddy. You race out of the building, barely saying goodbye to anyone before hopping in your car. Your phone rings as if he knew, “Hey, Baby, are you on your way?” You grin, “Yeah, I’ll be home in ten. Do you want anything while I’m out?” He hums and says, “No, just you. I ordered your favorite, by the way.” You thank him and say your goodbyes, and after checking the coast that the was clear, you barrel out of the parking lot, looking forward to a long weekend of cuddling and relaxing. 

You can’t help but smile as you see your shared home. Back before you bought a house together, he always felt like home. And now that you’re living together, it felt surreal, no matter how many times you return. You call into the house as you set your keys down, “Babe, I’m home~” He calls back, “In the living room!” You smile and reach the living room and see a precious site. Curled up on his lap are two of the four cats you share. You quickly snap a photo, and then he catches sight of you, “I’m so happy you’re home. I’ve missed you all week.” “I’ve missed you too, Bam.” 

That’s when the other two unoccupied cats hear that you are home. You hear their loud meows before you see them. You smile softly as the one comes up and walks between your legs, and you pick it up and kiss it while the other leads you to your shared bedroom. The cats hop onto your bed as you change into your pajamas, waiting for you to finish cleaning up. They follow you back to the living room, where you settle beside Bambam. 

He smiles, wraps his arm around your shoulders, and pulls you into his side. Your workday starts to weigh on you as you rest your head against his shoulders. He asks, “You want to tell me about your day?” You shake your head no, and he kisses your forehead, “You don’t have to. I’m glad you’re home.” The two kitties who followed you hop onto your lap, and Bam chuckles, “Seems like they’re glad, too.” You sigh, “This is nice. It’s good to be home.” He nods and lets you have your moments of rest and peace.

Once you unwind from your long day at work, you start scratching the fuzzy gray cat behind the ears, and she instantly starts purring. The other wakes up from the noise and gives you a look, and you let out a light laugh before using your other hand to scratch their neck. The cats on Bam’s lap stretch out and look up to find your home. The one nuzzles into Bam’s chest and asks for pets, which he willingly gives him. While the other, with its outstretched paws, starts making biscuits on both of your legs. Which makes you both laugh as you sit there basking in the moment. The doorbell rings. Bam scoots his cat onto your lap, which causes the one that was lying on his chest to hop off and head to the kitchen to get his food. You both laugh, and he pulls his arm out from behind you and gets up. Once he’s off the couch, the other curls up against your leg where Bambam was sitting. 

You smile at the three cats and wait for Bam to return, “Whatcha get?” He grins as he reminds you, “Your favorite.” You give him a small smile, “I thought it’d be a good way to cheer you up.” You agree, and he pulls the coffee table closer to you. He goes to the kitchen, pulls out the utensils, and two drinks for you two. He returns, opens your cans, and hands you your meal so you don’t risk the three cats moving away. But alas, they do, smelling that it’s mealtime. “Did you give them their cans of food?” He nods, “Yeah, but the two here,” gesturing to the ones on your lap, “Didn’t want to eat until you returned.” “And what about Lamb Chop?” He laughs, “She already ate. That’s why she’s so content lying against us.” You laugh, and she moves into your lap after the two who smell pasta hop down to eat their fishy dinners in the kitchen. She rolls over as Bam sits back down and lays across the two of you, “The baby… Always getting what she wants.” He laughs, “Always. How’s our little lamb chop?” She purrs as the two of you rub her belly before digging into your food. 

She hops down as you two finish eating. Bam gets up and takes your trash, “Thanks, Bambi.” He smiles, “No problem, Thumper.” You both laugh and after, he throws away the garbage. The two of you go and wash up after your meal. He grabs your hand in his, stopping you in your tracks, “Do you want to watch TV or head to bed?” You think about it before deciding, “Sleep sounds really good right now.” He smiles, brings you into his chest, and holds you, “Okay.” You nuzzle your face into his chest as you sigh. He runs his fingers through your hair and helps you calm down even further. He waits for you to part from the embrace before he asks, “Ready?” You nod, and he leads you both to your bed and lifts the comforter up for you to get under. You give him a light smile as he gets under the covers on his side before tucking you in and wrapping himself around you. 

You hear scratching at the door, “Did you let them in?” He groans, “That’s what I forgot!” He clambers out of bed, unraveling himself before opening their mini door. One of them huffs at him, and he sasses, “King, we’ve talked about this. You get huffy with me. You won’t get any treats.” King huffs at him again, and Bam grumbles as he defeatedly makes his way back to bed. You roll over to face him as he climbs back in and gets under the blanket, “You, okay? Did the big bad kitty-cat give you attitude?” He pouts and nods his head. You ruffle his hair and kiss his cheek, “Aw, it’s okay, Bammie. He’ll purr, and you’ll forget all about it.” He nods, and lo and behold, King makes his way between you two and rubs up against him. “All is forgiven, little man. You’ll get your treat in the morning as usual.” You look towards King, then at Bam, then at King, and back at Bam before he gets it. And gently moves King from in between you two and kisses your nose, “Is someone jealous?” You pout, “Bam…” Which causes him to grin, “Your pout is so cute, baby.” And kisses your lips, “I love you, now let’s get some sleep.” You whisper back, “I love you too.” He turns off the overhead light with a command and turns on the lower light so you can rest at ease. He rolls you over, and you both laugh as he drags you into his arms. Your cats find their places around you two to sleep. And for the next two days, you can relax and spend them merrily with him and your four fur babies.

[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

SYNOPSIS: Imitation is the best form of flattery, isn’t it?

TW/s: delusional thinking, yandere tendencies, unreliable narrator, toxic dynamic/s, implications for Ayato’s and his matchup, stockholm syndrome(?), nsfw tws include implied self harm, abandonment, power imbalance, degradation and twisted imagery of oneself. Please dni if you are uncomfortable.

NOTE FROM HR: Happy Valentine’s Day! Thoma has been waiting for you for so long, you know. You shouldn’t have left him waiting like that… After all, it’s unwise to leave someone like him on his own.

Thoma always adored the thought of Valentine’s Day.

He has always imagined it to be as sweet as he saw it with his lover: being with them in private, holding them close, going out and taking care of animals together, and even eating together. He even had everything planned for them, almost like he wanted to make everything proceed as normal as he possibly could.

No one can blame him for that, could they? After all, he’s never had a chance to have someone stay by his side. In his eyes, he’s seen that they went with everyone else, and for him, he was simply the friend that helped them hook them up together.

That was the case up until he met them.

He never knew how it felt to fall in love with someone that was… right for him. It felt like a sin, actually— Thoma recalled how he fell in love with them, how the skies became clear when they first went on a group date together with their friends, and how nature seemed to breathe life in his mundane everyday routine the more he hung out with them.

He enjoyed it. He enjoyed the feeling. He seemed to thrive in it so much, it felt unnatural when they had to part.

Was this what love was meant to feel? Thoma didn’t anticipate it to be so intense, and yet… He couldn’t even get mad at the idea. If anything, he enjoyed the idea of it being intense between the two.

Although many would assume he would be an intense lover, the fixer is not one of the sort. He always adored the slow romance, and seeing his lover and him do it, it felt like a dream come true to him. He even remembered how he simply would brush his hand to theirs and gently intertwine their fingers, his grip loose if she ever felt the need to let go.

She didn’t. He knew that to be true. He was watching, after all.

Sure, their dates were something of a twisted fairytale— there are days the two would relax together, with one being so exhausted and being straight to the point. Other times, they would simply roar to life, passion pouring out of their body like how light would to his moth-like self.

He was drawn to her, flames and all. He loved each side of them, and he adored seeing each side for what they are. He did not feel ashamed to even say that, to him, she just felt… Like his other half.

It was intense, but passionate. It was wrong, but to the two of them, it felt correct. It felt that they’re both bound and free at the same time.

He is what anyone would call a lovesick fool. A hopeless romantic, one may say. One that can’t see a single thing from each and every red flag that they may give, no matter the consequences. Especially at the heat of the moment.

What he never enjoyed in love, though, is the countless ‘arguments’ they had. He hated hurting those he considered precious, and it was how he treated her at the time.

(He forgot how it was him who caused those to happen. His memory often forgets the worst of human’s sins.)

Twisting and weaving through the red fields of flowers, the opera plays onwards as the two lovers danced. Both seem to glide over the dance floor, the room echoed with the laughter of the two, glass flying everywhere, and even the beats of the instruments.

It was what love felt for the two of them.

Thoma was happy to be in that love. To dance with the one he adores so much, and for the one he adored to finally take on the dance.

How metaphorical, one may say. After all, each time they did that, it simply shows the amount of effort their relationship had been built. However, people often said that he would simply act too odd and ‘immoral’ (their words, not his) to be fit for a lover.

He was too possessive, too obsessive, he love bombed his lover too much, he’s raised a hand on them, he has emulated what his lord’s orders were, he had almost harmed himself and stopped for her—

He hardly remembers those. He hardly remembers the accusations people gave him. Those scorned looks ruined the moment every time he remembered, and when those ceased, he still felt bitter.

It was not enough. He needed more.

Thoma needed to be more ‘befitting’ of his role.

He took on the advice of his lord, but it seems that the others have said that it was not the wisest to do. So, he decided to take on the lady’s advice, which was too kind and (in his dearest’s perspective), ‘too eerie’. Because of that, he had simply dropped it, far too concerned to scare his new beloved away.

He took on more from others— Itto, a rapper, suggested he play something for her; something that can be chosen and made by himself. Although the fixer prides himself on being a jack of all trades, he is not musically gifted, so he had to instill their help to be able to understand what to do.

Alas, this did not end well. They made him use their music, and it had simply made things awkward between them.

(He never returned to help them after that. Not even if the world simply burnt itself to the ground.)

He took on the detective’s advice, which led to them having an interesting date. They went out to solve an escape room together, and it was a mess.

(He shouldn’t have relied on Heizou. He had almost killed his lover, and it was only right for him to be murdered, too. It made sense for an eye to be given in return with lies.)

Kazuha’s was a bit better. He told Thoma to make poems for her. Should the heart be able to feel your emotions and return to it twofold, then he had succeeded. Granted, Thoma did not know jack of what poetry is, so it was a nice change of pace after almost being left to rot in an (unescapable) escape room.

When he showed his work to her, he had expected nothing but a grimace. Much to his surprise, though, she was overjoyed. She told him how even if he first started making these, she saw that it was better than the ones she’s red and made before.

For once, it made him happy. Overjoyed.

The music seemed to return to its normal tempo as he continued to dance in the ballroom. Albeit to him, this time, it felt more freeing. More alive than he had ever thought.

Those days, he spent thanking the musician. Yes, he may have asked others for help, but their advice did not aid him. Kazuha’s the only one that helped him by a decent level with letting him explore what he could do, which was poetry.

Although, he did fail to see the signs of how life seems to deteriorate. Of how the flooring and walls became more decrepit as their lives together started to crumble.

They began to have more and more disagreements. Thoma remembered those. He remembered seeing her upset and something in his perception cracking, and how he could only run from those issues, swiping from one mirror at a time to find the one he’s familiar with.

A mirror maze, it was. He kept sprinting here and there to look for it, and yet… He couldn’t even find where it was even located. He couldn’t find the single silver lining that kept them all tied together into one, the only thing that helped him remain the same.

The only thing he seemed to find were bitter, old memories of them together. He remembered their first argument, their first ‘breakup’, how they came back together, how others seem to laugh and jeer at the fixer, how they screamed as he began to enact those sorry ‘tips’ they gave him out of revenge when she got upset—

He hated them.

He hated all of them.

But how could he say that? He can fix things, can’t he? It was simply what he’s made to do.

This situation he’s in is no different, so in his eyes, he simply had to fix what went wrong. After all, should there be answers to it, it would be better he worked on it now than later.

So, he began to dig into the mystery. He began to delve deeper and deeper into things he isn’t meant to see, to begin diving into the uncharted territory that he swore to never step foot.

He gazed in the broken shards of their relationship and from then, he saw the realm— he saw what kept them bound apart.

The mirror before him was large. He recalled passing through it a few times, but when he got near, he saw that it simply showed nothing but the aetherial expanse he used to be in. It was delusional, but he sometimes swore that he’s seen his past there, almost like the fixer is haunted for the many faults he’s committed.

And maybe, in that regard, he was right to think of such a thing.

That blasted mirror is the only lifeline he had for recalling his past. For knowing who he himself is. Yet it also held his deepest pains and sorrows, the agony the two endured together to cause such a major shift in his life with her.

He hated the ugly sight of it. All he saw staring back when he looked was an amalgamation of himself, its many peering eyes glaring daggers in return.

He’s no monster. He is anything but that.

So, he raised his fist and slammed it on the mirror.

Again.

Again.

Again. Again. Again. Again.

Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.

Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.

HE KEPT SLAMMING IT OVER AND OVER. HE DESIRED TO BE OUT.

HE DESIRED TO BE RID OF THE FANTASY HE LIVED IN FOR SO LONG.

HE WANTED OUT.

Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.

Thoma kept doing the action. He could feel the flowers and splinters of glass go through his body and fists, cutting his fantasy to nothing but what it really shows itself to be.

He’s deluded himself for too long.

HE NEEDED OUT.

AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN.

Then, the mirror FINALLY breaks.

…

…

Heaving for a gasp of air, Thoma felt bits of his clarity return. Gone with the haunting sounds of opera and the ballroom they’ve been dancing in, and gone were those red flowers and the fields.

Even those mirrors didn’t exist in his mind’s eye. It was like… He was free.

Still, this didn’t mean he wasn’t fully able to get away scot-free.

Looking down at his hands, he saw the sight of a mutilated girl’s body, his face blank as blood poured from the many gashes and stab wounds. His fingers shook as he struggled to breathe, tears pouring out of his eyes.

He didn’t know who it was that he killed, but all he knew is that he murdered an innocent woman.

He hardly knew what he could do to remedy this. To fix the mess he made.

His chest heaved as he struggled to regain his breathing, those memories of what occurred catching up to him. He recalled how they had that fight, how it all went wrong, how he became physical with her…

… And how he murdered her in cold blood. The lady he murdered was his lover.

How did he know that was his answer?

The heart he held for her was riddled with glass shards, which were of the same quality and clarity as the one he’s seen in his delusions.

It was far too clear to know who had been guilty for the case of the glass-ridden heart.

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[trentknd]

“My sweet champion.” Your words were uttered as soon as Trent stepped foot in your apartment and rang like the sweetest chant to his ears.

“Champion, yeah? How so?” His retort came with a poor attempt to hide his smug smile. He removed his puffer to place it on your coat hanger, careful to subsequently shake the rain off his locs and his shoes. 

His routine consisted of exactly that. Not needing to type your house address on his car’s GPS, the streets leading him from Anfield imprinted in his brain, and his after-match routine implying seeing the only thing that mattered in his life aside from football. But today was not like any other day and the small pink bag he had hid in your entryway for later a testament to that very fact.

“Cocky much?” Your shout resonated in your small apartment, too engrossed in your chores in the kitchen to look back at your best friend. He didn’t waste time making his presence especially known to you by creeping behind your back and laying his head on your shoulder, attentive to the task at hand. 

“What are you making?” You slightly jump at his words, your hold on the spatula faltering. You slightly tilted your head to take a good look at him, the cheeky smile on his face a sight you had dearly missed these past few months. His face was flushed in contentment, his cheeks adorned with a light pink shade and his eyes hooded. 

“Spaghetti bolognese. Are you drunk?” He laughs at that, stepping back to sit on the central counter and staring back at your questioning eyes. 

“M'not. Can’t a man be happy for once in his life?” You smile at his answer, shaking vigorously your head in disapproval whilst resuming your preparation of the sauce. He imitates your shaking head at the same time as you do it and drops a hand to his hip, mocking your judging stance.

“Dramatic and cocky, you’ve got it all Trent Alexander-Arnold.” Your tuts come in a rhythmic phrase, pointing your spatula in his direction instead of your finger. He raises his arms in false defeat, his previous grin growing further.

“I’ve been winning all of my matches with and I’ve got you; I do have it all.” His tease was received with a loud laugh from your end while he continued sipping his water, still observing your frantic movements at the counter. 

“You’re an arsehole. The guy hitting on me at the bar last week could’ve come up with a better line.” You scowl and turn around to whip his arm with your towel before tucking back into your apron. The silence that ensued was only punctuated by your hitched breath, moving from one end of the counter to the other to pick up ingredients in what looked like a seasoned ballet choreography.

“Bar, huh? That’s boss, that is. I see you’re having fun when I’m not in the country.” His rushed attempt at hiding his bitterness completely failed, his scoff overpowering his lighthearted joke. He nonetheless gets up to help you reach the plates at the top of the cabinet when he sees you struggle to reach them while balancing the two drinking glasses and cutlery. 

“Proper fun.” Your answer came out in a lower breath than attended, still reaching his ears as you see him slightly tense at the notion and not picking up the irony. You set down the glasses and cutlery on your coffee table, facing your usual spot with Trent on the sofa. You came back to the kitchen to take the cooking pot off the induction hobs and started humming the melody of the song playing on your record player in the living room, unbeknownst to what your revelation had caused.

The remote to your TV was sitting in Trent’s palm, his digits fidgeting with the buttons and mindlessly flicking through the dozens of insignificant shows on Netflix. He turns his head to look at you giving him the most genuine smile he had ever seen anyone wear, still ignorant to the way the sole sight of you made his heart pick up. 

You got down on your knees, holding the bowl of spaghetti in one hand, manoeuvring a spoon, and your most loyal guest’s plate in the other. “More?” You ask and hold your head up, catching his eyes scrutinising your every move. He, ever-so-silently, nods and mumbles a quiet ‘thank you’ when you hand him his meal.

The rest of your evening was, as it always was, spent in a comfortable silence. The candles and the incenses burning in the corner, the 'Hunger Games: Catching Fire’ playing on the TV and the soft tub of the rain making your cuddled-up forms bathe in the coziest set-up you could’ve up hoped for. 

Trent turns his attention from the movie when he hears your quiet snores. He would’ve given all he owned and more to be able to paint the sight of you right at that moment. Your head had lolled back on his shoulder, your hands unintentionally grabbing the front of his cotton sweatshirt in your sleep and your chest slowly falling up and down. He picks you up bridal style, careful to not startle your peaceful state, and heads to your bedroom to set you down on your bed. 

After prudently tucking you, turning off your TV, and blowing out the dozen of candles you had lighted up for the occasion, the footballer had finally found it fitting to put on his branded puffer and shoes, leaving your house with a growing ache and a forgotten light pink shopping bag. 

It was only after two dawns that you discovered the source of your best friend’s secret anguish, sitting behind the door of your entryway console. That secret had been made to be discovered that faithful night in the form of a small stuffed teddy bear wearing a familiar red jersey and a card letter attached to a bouquet of now wilted flowers.

Through the wobbly handwriting of the man you knew the most, could be made out sentiments of unrequited love, confessions, and a scribbled invitation to a dinner you had both now missed in your misjudgment.