#i have a couple more requests but those will probably take longer i once again spent an entire weekend (plus today) on a drawing

[vrystalius]

Hi there <3 I was wondering if I could request a fic with Kyojuro? Perhaps about him who is now older and had survived mugen train and the whole muzan ordeal. He gets surprised when he notices his wife has grey hairs, wrinkles, typical signs of growing older and gets a little sappy about it. Just the two of them, retired hashiras enjoying growing older with each other :) I hope this isn’t too much of an ask 🩷

As the years go by

Kyojuro is now properly admiring all your beautiful aging features in the morning light.

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x fem!reader

Note: Before you read this fic, please go check out @erexart ! She really makes amazing art and made the banner of this fic, I’m so so honoured to receive something like this :,) I hope you enjoy this, I really tried to make your request and art justice.

Every morning before you wake up, Kyojuro takes his time to take in your sleeping face. These not your most graceful moments. Sometimes you drool onto the pillow below, sometimes your face gets all squished up by resting all your weight on it. You’d be embarrassed if he would described all the faces he’d seen you do before, but to him, you’re beautiful in every way and sleeping position. But this morning was different. Kyojuro was silently watching you breathe in and out and how your chest is rising and falling, his fingers carefully brushing through your hair. He leaned forward and held your hair up to his nose, taking a deep breath. His eyes silently wandered over your face and hair. The morning sun perfectly illuminated all your best features.

His eyes widened slightly as your husband noticed a few grey hairs in your hair. Yes, Kyojuro has been taking some time out of his morning just to stare at you like a lovesick teenager, but he never actually noticed any of the aging that happened over the years. He carefully ran his fingers through your hair, making sure to take time to admire your silver strands up close. Those fee grey hairs may not mean a lot to you, but to him, they are proof of your many years of marriage. Truthfully, he’s probably the reason you got them in the first place. Lately, his old injuries have been flaming up again and you got incredibly worried and fuzzy over him. Your smile disappears every time Kyojuro groans when he stands up, worrying that he’s in pain. Worry doesn’t suit your feature at all.

Your features, your face… they also changed over the years. He continued to brush his fingers through your soft hair, his focus shifting towards your gorgeous face. Although his vision worsened in his left eye ever since his fight against Upper Moon Three, but oh, your laugh lines that surround your lips and how they crinkle everytime you smile are a sight for sore eyes. Your smile is the most beautiful thing in the whole entire world and he’ll gladly endure a little pain to stare a while longer, even if you scold him to oblivion when he does. Once the edges of your lips start to lift and those laugh lines become even more visible, Kyojuro’s pain washed away, his whole body feeling floaty and warm. He was grinning to himself while replaying the sound of your laugh inside his mind over and over. That was the sound he fell in love with all these years ago during his younger years as a hashira. You just were sworn into the corps as a brand new hashira and Kyojuro was the first to talk to you. The conversation almost took hours as you two talked about everying but the duties of a hashira, the reason your husband wanted to talk to you in the first place. Your smile, your laugh, gods. He really fell head over heels for you all that time ago and it never went away, did it?

You were starting to shift in your sleep, stretching your arms above your head. Kyojuro smiled softly at your sleepy murmurs. You were seemingly complaining about the sun shining directly at your face and at the audacity of your husband to not shield you from it. He leaned in and pressed you a couple of warm kiss onto your cheek.

“You look absolutely beautiful. Aging suits you perfectly, my flame.”

His voice was still raspy from the sleep. You finally opened your eyes and wrapped your arms around his now a little softer torso. Over the years of not training (and not really needing it anymore), your husband’s muscles slowly started to soften up more and more. Now, they’re perfect pillows. You shifted closer and gently cupped his cheek.

“You stalker. You’re always staring at me when I’m asleep.”

You grinned tiredly while caressing his soft skin. Kyojuro laughed quietly and nuzzled into your hand, placing kisses all over your palm. His expression shifted from pure love to sombreness. He silently stared at your gorgeous face.

“We have changed, haven’t we, love?”

His voice grew a little quieter. Your sleepy smile shifted into one of worry, your hand unmoving and still holding his cheek.

“Do you.. mean it in a good way?”

Your husband’s expression softened and his smile was reaching all the way to the corner of his eyes. He nodded quietly and grabber your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Yes. Thank you for staying by my side for so long.”

You grinned and pulled yourself closer to him and placed a soft kiss onto his jaw, making him blush just a little. Yes, he’s forever grateful for staying by his side for all this time and is honoured to be able to watch you age so gracefully.

“I love you. So, so much…”

Sometimes Kyojuro wonders what you think about his softening of muscle, appearance of grey streaks in his usually bright hair and wrinkles on his face…

[nicka-nell]

can i request the getting interrupted during sexy time with kita, sakusa and fukunaga??:3

Hi 😊 of course! Ahhhh, I realized that I've never written anything for Fukunaga and I don't even have a banner for him. 🥲 It was also really hard for me to write something for him because you really haven't seen that much of him in the show sadly. But I tried to write something! I hope you like it. 💚

Getting interrupted during sexy time

Pairing: Kita x, Sakusa x, Fukunaga x reader

Warning: fluff, comedy, slightly nsfw, mdni

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Kita is a decent man. Someone who has his daily routines and rarely deviates from it. 

But today is one of those days. It’s been raining all day, and a few minutes ago it started storming so hard that you had to come inside and put on dry clothes first. It’s impossible to work outside at the moment. 

You let yourself fall onto the sofa with a sigh, while Kita sits down on the edge next to you.

He stretches out his hand and runs it through your still damp hair. “You’ll catch a cold if you don’t blow-dry your hair,” he says calmly.  

“Later...” you answer, reaching for his hand and giving him a gentle kiss on the back of it before pulling him closer. “But I’m sure I’ll get even warmer when my favorite person takes me in his arms and cuddles me.” 

Kita takes a fleeting look out of the window. It looks like it’s going to storm outside for a while. He can probably forget about farming today. Once again he looks at you, a small smile spreads across his lips before he lies down next to you and strokes your side. 

You rest there together. His bright eyes cast a spell over you and you can’t help but move even closer to him before giving him a kiss and burying your head in the crook of his neck. 

Kita’s hand slides up to your head, strokes you gently. 

This honest and calm manner, you love it so much about him. How affectionately he treats you. Even though Kita is not a man of many words, you feel all his love through little things in everyday life. Like cuddling on the sofa today. 

“Shinsuke... you don’t know how much I love you.” You say, smiling, lifting your head to give him a kiss on the lips before pressing your body against his, so that you lie on top of him. Kita seems a little irritated at first, but a thin smile is quickly back on his face. He puts one hand on your hip and uses the other to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I know that. Otherwise we wouldn’t be doing activities like this, would we?” he says naturally. “No... I guess that’s true.” You whisper to him before leaning down, taking his face in your hands as you kiss him tenderly. 

Kita’s grip on your hips subconsciously tightens as his fingers begin to caress your body, suddenly touching your bare skin under the fabric of the dress you had put on after the shower. “I’m sorry,” he whispers between your kisses, as if it’s a crime to touch his girlfriend like that. You kiss him again, a mischievous smile on your mouths as you reply in a husky voice, “That’s okay, Shinsuke. After all, we wouldn’t be doing activities like this if we weren’t a couple, would we?” 

Kita just nods in agreement and allows the kiss to become more intimate. You feel his hand move up to your back, pull you further down towards him, as his warm lips linger longer on yours before you break the kiss and look deep into each other’s eyes. 

“What do you say we go into the bedroom and continue this in bed?” he asks soberly. “Why? Does it bother you here? It’s so romantic right now,” you say, feeling the warmth rising to your face. The living room is dark. The fireplace you lit this morning for heating is still crackling slightly, the rain pattering against the large windows from outside and coloring the sky dark gray is soothing. Besides, you live alone in a house on a farm far away from the nearest town or neighbors. So it is also unlikely that anyone could be watching you. 

“But what if...”, “Shinsuke... this is our house. Besides, no one’s going out in this storm anyway,” you interrupt him and straighten up to pull your dress off your body. After showering, you didn’t bother to put on a bra, so now you’re sitting on Kita, completely free of clothes expect of your panties. 

Kita looks to the side, sheepish. He does this almost every time he sees you like this, as if it’s the first time. You think it’s cute and start giggling before you lean forward and kiss his neck while one of your hands sneaks under his shirt.

“You know I’m sensitive in that spot,” Kita murmurs, unconsciously pushing his pelvis closer to yours while his hands rub your back.

You feel him getting hard underneath you, notice how you get all warm at the thought of what’s about to happen. With your heart beating fast, you lift your head and whisper in his ear, “Shinsuke... I want you...” to which he just nods. His hand moves to your butt and slides under the fabric of your panties. “I want you too. “ 

Kita tries to sit up, pinning you beneath him on the sofa before his lips hover over your chest. You can already feel his breath on your soft skin, holding your breath for a moment, when suddenly a key startles you both. 

“Shinsuke, my dear, are you or your sweetheart at home? It’s so stormy today. I wanted to see if you were both okay. I’ve brought kimchi.” The voice of Kita’s grandmother’s rings out. 

“Fuck...” you whisper quietly and you both look at each other with wide eyes before Kita quickly pushes your dress under the sofa and grabs the bedspread lying on the armchair next to it before throwing it over you both. 

“Pretend you’re asleep,” he whispers to you and you have no choice but to nod, because his grandma is almost in the living room doorway. 

When she sees you both on the sofa, supposedly asleep, she quietly apologizes and puts the food she has brought in the kitchen. “Oh my poor little children, you must have worked so hard outside that you fell asleep here in the living room. Sleep, sleep. Grandma doesn’t want to wake you up.” 

All you hear is her starting to tidy up something in the kitchen while you look at Kita, embarrassed and feeling so guilty. 

You forgot that his grandma has a key to the house, of course, because she comes by now and then to help you with the rice harvest. That she’s coming today of all days... 

You wait until his grandma disappears into the bathroom when Kita pulls your dress back out from under the sofa and hands it to you so you can get dressed quickly, before you both straighten your clothes. Just a few seconds later, his grandma comes out of the bathroom, overjoyed to see you both awake. 

You feel so bad that you don’t know how to look her in the eye. 

With Sakusa and you, it really is the absolute classic. 

Who actually comes up with the idea of leaving the TV on when you realize that the mood is suddenly getting hotter and hotter? 

Sakusa had an exhausting training day, you had an exhausting working day and both of you are glad that you don’t have to work or train tomorrow. 

You’ve both showered, got ready for bed and you applied your favorite body lotion before lying down in bed next to Sakusa, who had turned on the TV to watch a replay of an Adlers volleyball game. 

You lean your head against his shoulder, before he turns his head to the side and gives you a kiss on your hairline. “Do you have a new shampoo? It smells good,” he asks, putting his arm around your waist and focusing on the game again. 

“No, that’s probably the body lotion you smell,” you answer him calmly and straighten your upper body again before you stretch your neck as if to tell him that he can smell at you.

Sakusa looks away from the TV and towards you, leaning forward to take a whiff of your skin. You start to giggle and grab him by the neck to pull him closer. 

You let yourself fall backwards, Sakusa on top of you, while you look into his pouting face. “An ambush?” he asks with a feigned annoyed undertone.

“Oh, come on, my entire week has just been so exhausting. Let me spend some time with my handsome darling,” you say, stroking his muscular upper arms. 

When you look at him so lovingly and give him compliments, he can’t help but give himself to you. “If your week has been so stressful, would you like me to give you a massage?” Sakusa asks you. An offer you can’t refuse. 

With a grin, you slip out from under him and pull your shirt up before you lie on your stomach and look back at him over your shoulder. “I don’t think there’s anything better than being massaged by the best man in the world in the evening and being able to sleep in tomorrow,” you say, closing your eyes with a sigh of relief. 

Sakusa frowns and purses his lips. “Really? There’s nothing better?” he says and kneels over you to massage your back. He only occasionally looks up at the TV, concentrating more on you and your soothing little moans as he wanders to your lower back with his hands, massaging over your tailbone. These noises, your warm body under his fingers, make him impatient and he quickly realizes how his body reacts to yours. His pants suddenly start to feel uncomfortably tight. 

Sakusa leans forward and kisses your shoulder blade while his fingers continue to rub your body. “So there’s nothing better?” he whispers in your ear and asks again, before turning back to your shoulders and kissing them gently. “Mmmh well, maybe there’s something else...” you reply in a low voice, suddenly feeling so shy. 

His curly hair tickles your skin, his touch makes your heart quiver and you hold your breath, hungry for more. 

“Maybe?” he asks in a low voice and you notice his hands strolling down to your panties. “Mmh Kiyoomi...” you whisper, wanting to turn around, but Sakusa pushes you back down with his weight. “Stay.” he whispers in a low voice as his hand moves between your legs. You struggle to stifle a moan. Sakusa tries to position his weight on his free arm, also rearranges his legs, when he gets his knee on the remote control and suddenly changes the channel. 

“Do you also have problems with chlamydia, gonorrhea, or syphilis? Itching at the tip of the penis or vagina is always unpleasant, and skin rashes or ulcers can also be a sign of a disease.” An advertising voice sounds loudly on the new channel that Sakusa has turned on with his knee. 

He quickly wants to turn off the TV, but changes the channel again instead. “Do you want sex with horny moms? Come here and call us 69 69 69 666.” The remote control has never seemed so complicated to Sakusa until he finally manages to switch off the TV. 

He closes his eyes irritably and lets his head hang down. “What do you say… Let’s just go to sleep?” he asks, annoyed. 

You also click your tongue, but have to hold back a laugh. The commercials about sexually transmitted diseases or the tele sex ads may have just made you lose your desire, but somehow the situation was funny, and you’ll certainly be able to laugh about it even more tomorrow. Tomorrow at breakfast, or while burning calories before breakfast. 

Shouhei Fukunaga

Fukunaga is a real big hit. You never know what’s going on in his head and what he’ll surprise you with in the next moment. 

Today you have arranged to meet up with your friends to watch a match of Hinata on TV. As you live centrally, everyone is meeting up at your place.

The boys are already there while you prepare a few snacks in the kitchen. There’s music playing in the background and you’re skewering grapes and cheese while Fukunaga prepares some sweets. A few potato chips, nuts and pretzel sticks. 

And what do you do with pretzel sticks? At least as a kid? Back in the day, everyone used to take a salt stick and pinch it between their upper lip like a mustache. Fukunaga, who loves to make you laugh, does exactly this as he turns to you with the salt stick between his upper lip and nose, purses his lips even more and looks deep into your eyes. 

“Mi vida, let’s dance,” he says with a Spanish accent and grabs your hand to bring you into the position you would take in a tango dance. Immediately, you laugh as you try to tell him that you can’t dance. But he pulls you closer to him and, with a feigned seriousness on his face, starts the basic steps of the tango with you on the kitchen floor. 

You follow his steps somewhat awkwardly, still chuckling at this stupid salt stick, causing Fukunaga to laugh briefly as well. While doing so, he drops the pretzel stick before catching it and gulping it down. 

“I didn’t know you could dance Shouhei.” you’re still giggling before Fukunaga nods and pulls you back towards him. After so many years, you still keep learning new things about him. 

“Tango and waltz,” he replies curtly, listening to the music in the background. An old song with a rhythm that goes very well with tango. “Crash course?” he asks curtly and puts his hand on your lower back, placing the other in your free hand to lift it to the side. He takes a slow step forward, another step forward before taking a step backwards, followed by a swinging step and closing the movement. You simply follow him and although you are doing this for the first time, it feels easy because of his guidance.

By doing so, he quietly mumbles, “long-long-weight-ing-step-back-side-close.” With this instruction, you remember it even better and you both suddenly start dancing in the kitchen, completely forgetting that you wanted to prepare the snacks. 

You enjoy it, and this close physical contact, the eye contact he makes with you, it makes you feel like you’re on fire. If your friends weren’t a room away from you, you’d likely be doing something else. Something… more mature, like kissing him passionately, pulling his shirt off, pushing him towards the kitchen counter, and… You shake your head at the thought as Fukunaga tilts his head. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, irritated, and stops dancing, leaning forward to study your face better. “Shouhei... don’t look like that,” you say, so caught that you instinctively turn around. Fukunaga, on the other hand, takes the opportunity to wrap his hands around your waist, pressing your back against his chest before hiding his head in your neck. “You don’t enjoy it?” he asks, sighing softly, his warm breath making you shiver pleasantly. 

“No, no... it’s fun, maybe a little too much fun...” you reply sheepishly and look to the side. “Hm? Then let’s keep going,” he replies short, but instead of dancing, he gives you a gentle kiss on your shoulder, his fingers caressing your sides with a little pressure. 

“Hey, that’s a weird standard step... I doubt it’s part of the tango,” you answer him and lean your head back with a low chuckle. He only meets you with a soft “mhm” before turning you around and giving you a proper kiss. One hand on your lower back, the other on your cheek. He continues to give you little gentle kisses. They are short but loving and you feel your heart start to beat faster, your hands automatically move to his back. 

“Shouhei...” you whisper softly as you feel his lips press more hungrily against yours. Everything around you is forgotten. You don’t care about the music, you don’t notice the laughter from the living room... but suddenly you hear the fridge open, which makes you both flinch and look wide-eyed to the side. 

Kenma stands in front of the fridge, typing something on his phone while he only glances sporadically at your fridge and takes a bottle of juice from it before he walks out of the kitchen as if he hadn’t even noticed you.

Your heart is beating fast. But this time for a completely different reason. Embarrassed, you think about whether you should just go into your bedroom and ignore the fact that your friends are here, or whether Kenma really hasn’t noticed you. He probably hasn’t noticed. It is Kenma, after all. 

Fukunaga, on the other hand, seems quite relaxed about the situation. After all, you haven’t had wild sex in the kitchen or anything. 

After a while, you both walk into the living room with the snacks, trying to keep a smile on your lips as Kuroo grins at you. “So, you guys had a quickie or what took you so long?” he asks, and you feel your cheeks heat up. You hastily try to search for words, but Kenma interrupts you. 

“No, they were still dressed when I came into the kitchen earlier,” he says, looking up from his phone to see the pre-match coverage of the volleyball game. 

So he did see you after all. 

[cherriegyuu]

strange love | csc/kmg

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader x mingyu genre: angst, fluff word count: 3.1k summary: years after your divorce, you meet your ex and he wants to pick up where you left off warnings: cheating, cursing

requested by @thepoopdokyeomtouched

“You regret it?”

Out of all the things you could have heard, of all the people you thought that you could see, the man standing in front of you was the last of them.

It had been years since you last Seungcheol, talked with him, or even heard his voice. You had managed to eliminate him from your mind completely as if he were some kind of plague. You really thought that you’d never see him again, especially after everything that happened. But most of all, not after you moved away to a city that hated more than life and promised to never, ever, set foot again. 

“You don’t know how much” he took a step towards you, hands stretched trying to hold yours “I don’t know why I did that… My mom, she …”

Looking anywhere was better than looking at Seungcheol, at him trying to shift the blame to someone else. The truth was that your marriage had never been easy — your entire relationship for that matter. 

Seungcheol’s mother never liked you. Hate was, probably, the most accurate word for how she felt about you. You were together for eight years, almost nine, and during those years she made sure that you were aware of her distaste for you. She would mention how improper you were on every possible occasion. From the way you dressed to the way you talked, to your major, to your job. Nothing you ever did was good enough for her.

In the early years of your relationship, she kept most of her comments to herself. And when she did say anything, Seungcheol was quick to apologize on her behalf and shut her down. Then, when she realized that your relationship didn’t end once you graduated from college, her words became harsher. 

Even then, you pushed through. Seungcheol seemed to be just as bothered as you and you were with him, not her. 

Despite her attempts against your relationship, there was no denial of the fact that you were in love and until that moment you never thought that anyone would ever understand you quite like Seungcheol did. It was like you complimented each other. Of course, like any other couple, you fought. But most of those fights were never about his mom and you’d make up quickly

Life was easy and good. You had the job you wanted, shared your life with the man you loved. 

So, when Seungcheol proposed, you said yes. It was the easiest answer you had ever given. His mother was no longer a concern to you and innocently you thought that she would finally see that you were serious about Seuncheol. You hoped that she would see your love for her son. Because to you, that was what every mother wanted, for their kid to be in a good relationship, with someone they loved and who loved them. That was what your mother wanted for you. 

And, sure, maybe that was something Seungcheol’s mother wanted too, she just didn’t want you in his life. 

Even so, you got married. Moved in together. The first year had been great, the kind of stuff dreams are made of. Paradise. Then your first anniversary rolled around and that perfect little bubble burst. Just like that. What was once perfect became none existent. 

Seungcheol started to get home later and later, his replies to your texts were monosyllabic at best — most days he didn’t even reply. You gave up on phone calls because he’d either ignore them or he’d turn off his phone. It didn’t take long for you to notice that he started to reject your kisses, your touch. 

Fights became intense, almost a screaming contest. You’d scream because he was never around anymore and he would scream because you were too demanding. 

“I'm just fucking busy, okay? Work is driving me insane. And now I have you hoovering around me like I’m sort of child. I thought my mom was the only crazy bitch around. I guess I was wrong.”

Nothing anyone had ever said to you hurt so much. His mother’s words? Nothing, not even a scratch compared to his. But having the man you loved, the one you promised to love through sickness and health, till death did you part, say those things? Call you a crazy bitch and because of what? Because you were worried about him? Someone should punish you for wanting to spend time with your husband. 

“Fuck you, Choi Seungcheol,” was all you had managed to get out. 

There was nothing else you could say. You heart dropped to your feet, the space where your stomach was supposed to be felt hollow. The entire world was spinning. So you did the only thing you could think of, locking yourself in the bathroom and crying under the shower. After some time, you didn’t know what was just water and what were your tears.

By the time you got out, Seungcheol was nowhere to be seen. 

That was the moment you knew your marriage was over, there was nothing to save anymore. 

Seungcheol didn’t come home for days after that. You didn’t know where he was, if he was okay. So you did the one thing you feared the most, you called your mother-in-law. Much to your surprise, she invited you for lunch. Truthfully, you didn't want to go but it was the only way to know anything about your husband. She had refused to give you any information at all unless you met her. 

Everything inside of you, every cell in your body told you not to go. There’s no way the lunch wouldn’t end in your heart breaking even more. The million pieces of your heart would shatter yet again. 

Maybe you had known the entire time and just forced yourself to pretend that it didn't exist. Seeing Seungcheol walk into the restaurant, hand in hand with a woman who wasn't you, the brightest smile on his lips, made the entire world suddenly fall into silence.

You felt stuck in place, your eyes refused to look at anything else that wasn't him. Not in the way it did when you first started to date, when you were so enamored by him that other men just paled in comparison, but out of poor morbid curiosity. You needed to see just how far he'd take it.

The buzzing in your ears started when he sat by her side, his whole attention focused on her. She talked excitedly about something and Seungcheol looked at her like he was in love. Like he used to look at you. He pushed her hair back from her shoulder and you noticed that his wedding ring was nowhere to be seen.

The woman seemed to be the perfect representation of what his mother wanted. And her smile, watching you crumble, was all the confirmation you needed.

"Thank you for bringing me here today," you told her. Her smile faltered a little when you got up and left. She probably expected a scene, maybe she hoped to see you screaming at them. That would imply a fight and you just didn't have it in you anymore. 

You were the only one fighting for that marriage for almost a year. Seungcheol didn't care, of course, especially considering how he had taken that woman to your favorite restaurant on your second anniversary. 

By 9 pm, on that day, you were out of the apartment. You took almost nothing with you, just enough clothes, documents you would need, and memories of your childhood. You didn't want to keep anything that could be a reminder of Seungcheol. If it was so easy for him to throw away a nine-year relationship down the drain, then it would be for you too.

I'll send you the divorce papers soon, was what you wrote for him on a note. The only thing you had left for him, alongside your wedding ring.

"Don't blame your mother for your actions, Seungcheol. No one made you go to that restaurant, no one made you cheat on me. That was all you. Your mother, believe it or not, was kind enough to show me the truth"

Seungcheol thought that he'd never see you again. You had managed to completely leave his life, not a trace of you to be found. 

The house was still filled with you, your clothes, the decorations you bought over the years — things you had shown him excitedly and he had never paid much attention to — the dishes from breakfast, your wedding pictures still on display — the only one missing was of you, as a kid with your parents. He realized then that you only took things that were yours before him, things that had nothing to do with him.

No one wanted to tell him where you were, your note didn't say anything about where you went. The hospital you worked at simply told him that you resigned and refused to tell him anything else.

The divorce papers were handed to him, by your lawyer, precisely three weeks after your anniversary, after you left. Your friend stood in front of him, Joshua's face the most professional and serious he'd ever seen. The man who usually had kind eyes and a bright smile, looked at him as if he was just any other stranger.

"Joshua, I'm not singing these" he dropped the small stack of papers onto his desk "I want to speak with my wife and I'm sure you talk to her daily. So if you could just tell me where she is, I'd be really thankful. We also need to discuss how we will divide our possessions"

Joshua took a deep breath, finally looking at him for more than three seconds.

"Mr. Choi, my client doesn't want to see you or talk with you. There's nothing to divide as she doesn't want anything, as it is written in the divorce agreement. If you wish to take this to court you will just be spending money needlessly and wasting our time, as, like I said before, my client doesn't want anything. She just wants to be free of your relationship"

It was the first time in five years Seungcheol was seeing you. He tried to look for you everywhere he could possibly think about. He went to all the other hospitals in town, every single one of them, looking for you. He always gave different names to make sure that you wouldn’t refuse to see him. All of them were a dead end. 

No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t forget your last words to him fuck you, Choi Seungcheol, the look in your eyes of complete hurt. How he knew his words would make you cry and that’s why he said them. But you refused to let your tears fall in front of him. He had heard you in the shower. The sound had been too much, too annoying, so he left. 

At that point, he had already cheated on you more than once. He had let his mother get too much into his head. The stress of work mixed with his mother's constant nagging made him do things that he wouldn’t normally do. It was only much later that he realized that his stress didn’t come from you. If anything, you were the one who always helped feel normal, more like himself. 

After years of no contact, even social media updates from your friends or family didn’t include you, he finally saw you again. In a different town, a phone was pressed to your ear as you talked with someone. And you were even more beautiful than remembered. Your hair was shorter than before, something you always said you wanted to do but never went through with because Seungcheol liked your hair long. You were wearing jeans and a t-shirt, also something you never wore after college because of this mother, women don’t dress like teenagers, she used to say. Your smile was also beautiful, and free. Seungcheol couldn’t remember the last time you smiled at him.

“I know, it was all me. But I was wrong, yn, so terribly wrong” he tried to hold your hands again but you took another step back, away from him “I want to try again. I love you so much, so much. I can make you happy again, I know I can”

You laughed. Because what else were you supposed to do? Five years later nothing at all had changed with Seungcheol. He still thought that he could just come around and you’d be waiting for him.

Waiting for him to choose you. 

He never did though. You came to realize that, after you moved away, and really started to think about your relationship, from the day you started to date to the day your marriage ended you were never his priority. For many years you thought that Seungcheol had your back, that it was you and him against the world. But, in all honesty, it was just you against his world and the rules he lived by. He never told his mother to just stop the harassment, he would just appease her for a while and stay quiet when she tried to change you. He never said anything when you changed your entire being to try to fit into what she wanted. 

You were to blame too but in your mind those changes were just something you had to do to with the the man you loved. 

“Hi, baby” you felt lips press against your hair and the bags you were carrying being taken away from your hands “Did you wait for a long time?”

Finally, you pulled your eyes away from Seungcheol and looked up, to Mingyu. Up until that moment, your heart was beating like crazy inside your chest but at the sight of Mingyu, everything seemed to calm down.

A year after moving, you met Mingyu. He was the owner of a small restaurant close to the hospital you worked at. Joshua was the one to find the place when he went to visit you  You were one of his first clients and then probably the most assiduous one. You went there almost every friday for lunch, ordering something different every time because if the steak was that good, everything else has to be good too. 

After a few months, he was the one who brought out the food for you. You were yet to order but he placed a plate in front of you, the most delicious smell intoxicating all of your senses. 

“I haven’t ordered anything yet,” you said, confused, looking up at him. 

Mingyu was probably the most handsome man you had ever encountered in your life and that was saying a lot. His eyes were spectant as he talked with you, he hid his hand inside the pocket of his apron.

“I know but you come here every week and you seem to enjoy the food. Since I’m trying a new dish, I thought that you would like to try it”

Your lips formed a smile, the biggest one you had given someone in a very long time. 

“Thank you.  I’m sure it’s fantastic, especially if it tastes as amazing as it smells”

A few weeks after that, after a lot of flirting, Mingyu asked you on a date. A dinner after hours at the restaurant. You’re a busy woman, so I’ll take whichever moments you're willing to give me. 

Saying yes had been hard. Though you were no longer in love with Seungcheol, a part of you was still hurt by the end of your marriage. You were thirty, divorced, only one relationship in your entire life. You felt like you didn’t have anything to give. And then Mingyu happened. 

He made you forget everything about your past, about your lack of experience.  When you told him that you were divorced, you sort of expected a change in the way he saw you. But that didn’t happen. He simply asked how it ended, and you gave him a very brief explanation — he cheated — and the conversation moved forward as if he had asked you what you did the day before. 

The first date led to a second one, then a third, and soon you were dating. There was no official question or big gesture. Both of you just fell into this sort of routine. Some of your clothes were on his place, some of his on yours. A year and a half into the relationship you moved in together. You figured, since the two of you always spent the night together, either at his place or yours, living together would just be easier.

You were happy.

After you told him everything that had happened in your relationship with Seungcheol, from his mother to the cheating, Mingyu held your face in his hands. All of his emotions were in his eyes, the anger he felt for what had happened to you, for the hurt he heard in your voice whenever you spoke of your marriage, to the love he felt for you.

“I can’t promise that I won’t do anything that will hurt. If I could, I would do it right now. I know I will make mistakes and some of those will hurt you. But I will do everything in my power to not hurt you, to love you like you deserve to be loved”

His thumb wiped your tears away, and a second later you felt his lips over each of your eyes. His touch was ever so tender. Despite his hands being only on your face, you felt Mingyu everywhere.

“Where did you come from?” you had asked in a whisper.

“I was right here, just waiting for you”

Life with Mingyu, you came to understand, was very simple. Late-night talks, walks on the beach on sunny afternoons, meals you ate together, and undying laughter. Just a life completely filled with love. 

“Who’s this?” Mingyu asked. 

He didn’t like the way your back was stiff, how tense you looked. He had never seen a picture of your ex-husband, you didn’t have one and although he was curious about the man who was stupid enough to let you go, he didn’t care enough to look for his face online. Based on your reaction alone, Mingyu already knew who he was before you even said his name. 

“Seungcheol”

Mingyu looked at the man who broke your heart. There wasn’t anything special to see. The only thing Mingyu did to acknowledge him was a short nod and a distaste hum.

“Come one, let’s go home” he tugged on your hand, walking past Seungcheol.

Mingyu wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling your body against his and kissing your hair once again. You wrapped your arm around his waist and squeezed him, a silent thank you, but also a silent i love you. He kissed your hair a third time.

Not once did you look back, to see if Seungcheol was still standing there. 

Seungcheol was your past. But Mingyu was your present and your future.

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If you’re interested Dark Donna x Reader where the voices in Donna’s head convinces her Readers going to leave, so Donna purposely gets Reader pregnant but when Ready finds out she’s pregnant she thinks Donna’s gonna get mad so she try’s to hide it. You can choose the rest just fluffy ending pls

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The voices

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, dark themes, dark Donna, Donna's POV

Word count: 6,870

Summary: You're going to leave, they tell me you're going to leave...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

I walked quickly, almost running. Normally when I return home after a meeting, I take my time to enjoy the solitude, that landscape I consider mine, my property.

I asked myself questions about the birds that perched on the dry and sad branches. I looked at the fog across the bridge. Not that day, that day I had to run, I had to return home.

The routine would continue as always, it would continue as always if she had not appeared in my life.

(Y/N), an annoying villager who dared to appear in my life, changed it completely. She was a young, beautiful girl, really beautiful, who dared to meet me, to get into my mind and never leave.

It was like a horrible temptation, like an unbearable addiction. Once I tried it, I couldn't live without it. Smiling, happy, calm... It was the complete opposite of what I was. Maybe that “opposites attract” nonsense was true. I never believed in love, I never even bothered to look for it. Damn addiction, I could no longer live without love, without loving her.

She didn't hesitate, I offered her to live with me, to be by my side, and she accepted, probably without thinking too much about it. I should scare you, make you afraid, but I didn't, not even my face, not even my body, were reasons for you to stop loving me.

You were mine, only mine.

That thought always overshadowed all my doubts, the voices that told me that it was just a mirage, a screen that superimposed itself on reality. No, no, (Y/N) was mine, leave me alone.

But, even though I tried to do everything possible not to let the doubt overwhelm me, for a couple of weeks those voices had become louder in my head, repeating the same thing over and over, over and over...

(Y/N) doesn't love you, Donna, (Y/N) won't stay with you, she’s going to leave, she’s going to abandon you. She will leave you alone.

I tried to silence those voices in every way possible, I really did. I kissed you, I made love to you, I hugged you... None of that served to silence those damned voices. At first it seemed absurd to me, but little by little, that thought became much more real.

(Y/N) is going to leave, she will abandon you…

Over and over again, that same cursed mantra, the dark voice that made me lose my mind. My pace quickened, to the point where I was having trouble breathing. The elevator was going up too slow, I had to get home. I had to check that you weren't gone.

“(Y/N)...” I said agitated, slowly entering the house, looking for your figure wandering through the hallways, looking for your shadow impregnated on the walls.

There was nothing, just silence, just those voices that told me the same thing over and over again.

You see? She's gone, she's abandoned you

“Stai zitto...” I murmured to myself. It couldn't be true. I wanted to believe it couldn't be true. I took off my veil and looked for you on one side, on the other.

I didn't find you and the fury inside me was fighting to come out, I could feel the heat rising through my body, I could feel how my fist was clenching the black fabric tightly, wanting to tear it.

“(Y/N), where are you?” I said with a slightly louder voice. Angie helped me look for you, Angie always helped me.

No, she didn't find you either. I wanted my voice to sound authoritative, stern, for you to respond to my call, but you didn't, and I didn't sound that way either. It was almost pathetic, it almost seemed like I was begging you.

I couldn't beg for you. You were mine, you belonged to me. You couldn't leave. You weren't going to leave.

“(Y/N),” I growled, this time with that desired tone. Anger burned my skin and my eye searched for you tirelessly. I would have been able to raise my entire army of dolls to find you, you know I would, (Y/N).

But the silence only made the voices stronger, more forceful. They sounded in my ears, in my head, they sighed on my skin, they gave me goosebumps. They told me the truth.

“(Y/N)!” I screamed through my teeth, making the walls reflect my anger. My steps became firm and my brow furrowed as I walked through the house. The voices only fell silent at that moment, at the moment when I screamed, when I demanded for you to appear. “(Y/N)! You better not be gone!”

She's gone, Donna, she has to pay, you have to grab some scissors and...

“No!” I shouted to drown out the suggestion that sounded terrible to me, at least in case I was making a mistake, which was increasingly further from the truth.

“Come here, (Y/N)! You'll regret it if you don't show up!” I continued shouting, kicking a chair hard. Sorry, I figured it was you.

“Hey, hey, hey... Donna, what's wrong with you? What are those screams about?” A voice that was not in my head made me stay stuck to the floor.

Your figure, your perfect body appeared in front of me. Two years, three, seven could pass. Your body would always make all the evil inside me to hide, afraid of your beauty.

“(Y/N)” I murmured, smiling involuntarily. Once again my demons managed to deceive me. You weren't gone.

But she will leave, Donna, she will leave... She will leave you alone.

“Honey...” You whispered, approaching me with a worried look. I lowered mine, embarrassed. “Honey, what's wrong?” You asked in a soft voice, with that tempting voice, typical of any demon.

“You were not here. I arrived and you weren't there,” I said sincerely, with reproach activated in my voice, with my eye dark because of the scare you had given me. Don't do it again, ever.

“Well, I was taking a shower,” you explained, leaning in to kiss me, to captivate me with your lips. I kissed you back, but I pulled away right away. Your eyes were still worried, just like my soul. “My love, you are shaking, are you having a crisis?”

“No, I'm fine,” I said, removing the hand that had risen to my cheek. I was never going to admit how worried I was. You couldn't leave, you were mine, and you would be forever.

You sighed, shaking your head, insisting on making me fall into your addictive caresses.

“What has the poor chair done to you?” You asked amused, luckily letting my hand go and picking up the furniture from the floor. Your look said it, you were scared, or worried, or both.

“I’ve tripped,” I lied, with that dry tone that pretended I didn't care enough about you to be on the verge of begging for you to come back. I would never beg for you, you were mine.

She's not, she'll leave.

I shuddered at that horrible voice, at that constant torment of a wounded mind. You noticed it, studying me again with your beautiful look, with that look that could make me melt.

“Has something happened at the meeting?” You asked, confused by my tremors.

“No, everything has gone as usual,” I said, breathing calmly, following the movements your hands made, those movements with which you thought you controlled me when I lost my mind. I don't know why, but they worked.

“Okay, Donna, that's it, breathe with me...” You whispered calmly, making me fall into your trap again, grabbing my hands, removing my fingers that were almost digging into my flesh. “You feel better now?”

I nodded when the voices stopped due to your caresses, your soft and innocent kisses. They were the worst of drugs for me, your tender and relaxing lips. I didn't want you to leave, please don't abandon me.

“Great,” you said with a casual smile, when my body stopped shaking and my face gave you a smile. “Anyway, what do you want for dinner? It's my turn.”

“No, I... I’m going to prepare dinner, okay?” I said relaxed, wanting to compensate you for my absurd doubts. You bit your lip and jumped into my arms, letting me hug you. Gods, how I love your hugs.

“I was hoping you'd say that,” you whispered amusedly in my ear, making me laugh too, making my cheeks take on a slightly rosy tone.

You gave me a quick kiss on the lips and turned away from me, plopping down on a couch under my watchful gaze. Whatever you did, (Y/N), was worthy of admiration.

I went down to the kitchen with the relief of being right, of being superior to those horrible voices. No, you weren't going to abandon me. You loved me, almost as much as I loved you.

While cooking, I hummed an old song. My world at that moment was perfect. Until two years ago, I had never cooked for anyone. Nothing made me happier than seeing how you enjoyed the things I prepared for you. Nothing made me happier than seeing your smile.

Donna…

A voice hummed in my head, wanting to get my attention. I did my best to ignore it, singing louder. I couldn't stop hearing it, it was in my head. I pressed my temples with my fingers, so that little pain would relieve and silence those demons. It was not as easy as before, it was no longer as easy as before.

Have you left her alone upstairs? How stupid you are…

I shook my head, adding more ingredients to the pot. I wanted to prepare something delicious for you, I wanted to, at least you would stay for my food. What a stupid thing.

“No... No... Not now...” I murmured nervously, diverting my attention from the fire and gripping a knife tightly.

Yes, now, Donna. You are reckless. She can escape, cut the power of the elevator and leave you locked here. How pathetic that would be, just like you are...

Ignoring my mind again, I let the handle of that knife go, before my disturbed conscience suggested the things I could do to you with it.

Luckily, I was able to dinner in peace. When I came up with the food, you had already prepared the table, a romantic dinner, or so you said. Those kinds of things are what calm the screams of my sick mind. Only you could calm me down.

The love I felt for you was so strong that I was able to forget my fears, behave like that person you said you loved. Your smile, your funny look and your informal comments made me feel part of you, always part of you. You weren't going to leave me, you were mine.

When it was time to sleep, my body claimed yours, I claimed you. I wanted to make you mine again and again, celebrate the victory of your love against the voices in my head. Everything could have been so perfect, (Y/N), but it wasn't, you didn't want it to be.

“Donna, I'm a bit... Tired...” You said, removing my hands from your waist, making my mouth stop kissing the addictive skin of your neck.

I looked at you confused and continued with the kisses despite your complaints. I had to make you mine, you had to be mine.

“Donna, stop, stop it,” you said with a stern voice, pushing me gently, preventing me from getting close again by placing your hands on my chest. Your eyes were sad now. They did not shine with the same desire as other times.

“Why?” I asked with a pleading tone, grabbing your waist, pulling you, to which you shook your head. “Please, I want to make love to you…”

It was a damn formal request, (Y/N), why the hell did you have to turn it down?

You see? She doesn't even want you to fuck her...

“I'm sorry Donna, but I already told you. I'm especially tired today,” you said, moving away from me and getting into bed. I protested with a growl.

I don't remember what I did, what expression my face had, but I remember your strange, scared eyes. That fearful look, those bright eyes made me tremble.

Did my look tell you that I was going to take what I wanted by force? Did you really think that way about me? What a problem, (Y/N), you only made me want to do it.

“Hey, I promise you tomorrow we will do whatever you want, okay?” You said, reaching out your arm to pull my wrist. “Come on, come to bed.”

“I don't want to,” I said with a tone that I now think was too childish. I didn't want to be with you, sleep with you, you had hurt me. I felt hurt. Something told me it was for no reason. “I'm going to the workshop.”

“At this time of the night? Come on, Donna, you can't spend all day with the dolls, you'll end up becoming...”  You said, protesting in a funny way, ignoring the seriousness of my words, of my intentions.

“Crazy?” I finished the sentence for you and you let yourself fall on the mattress, closing your eyes.

“I didn't mean that,” you corrected.

Too late, Donna, she's given himself away, she thinks you're a crazy psychopath. And…You are.

“Good night, (Y/N),” I said, leaving the room before those voices could shout any more. To be honest, I didn't want to make love to you that much, it was more of a feeling of power, of possession.

Not finding you when I got home had opened a crack in what was left of my sanity. Only my dolls, my eternal friends, could help me think clearly, to become that woman you loved again.

I started to sew, I couldn't do it. The fabric was slipping from my hands. Then I wanted to paint, but my body was shaking so much and it was impossible. Not even in the safety of my workshop was I safe, not anymore.

She’s leaving at night and you know what you're going to do? Nothing, because you never do anything, you are stupid, a nutcase, a...

“Basta!” I screamed, dropping the brush and burying my head in the table, grabbing it with my hands, pulling my hair in frustration. “Basta, per favore… Angie!”

At least the voices fell silent. At least they left me alone. Oh, Angie, if you knew how much good you are to me... You really manage to calm me down, and not (Y/N)...

“I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming,” the doll sang, that part of my consciousness that I myself created thanks to Mother Miranda's gift. I couldn't have endured my life without her.

“Angie... I can't take it anymore...” I sobbed, letting my hair go but starting to cry. Tears ran down my cheeks relentlessly. The only thing I was thinking about at that moment was that you wouldn't listen to me. I didn't want your false compassion.

“The voices again?” the puppet asked, patting my back. She didn't even have to ask, she already knew, Angie always knew everything about me, my thoughts...

“They don't stop, Angie, they don't stop telling horrible things to me...” I explained among sobs, raising my head. Angie was listening to me, sitting at the table.

“What horrible things?” She asked with false curiosity. I composed myself. I didn't want to say them, they would come back, I'm sure they would come back.

“They tell me... They tell me that (Y/N), that she...”  I stuttered, involuntarily looking at the door, in case you showed up because of the scandal.

“They tell you that she will leave?” Angie finished the sentence for me, saving me the pain of repeating it. I nodded, embarrassed. “Bah, don't pay attention, she won't leave.”

“How can you be so sure?” I asked, annoyed by that simple answer.

“Well, I'm not but... It's what I think, what you think,” she explained, making comical gestures with her hands. “You must relax, Donna, otherwise you already know that the voices will never go away.”

“How do you want me to relax?” I asked, this time breathing harder. There were many things to break in that room, and the temptation was there. “Just, just the fact of thinking that she would abandon me...”

“Well, well, enough complaining,” Angie said, blatantly interrupting me. Thinking of Angie as a doll was much more reassuring than thinking that my own conscience had silenced me. “This way you won't be able to solve anything.”

I crossed my arms, regretting having called my doll. She was never particularly helpful, but at least, she was there.

“So how could I solve it? It's getting worse...” I murmured in a lower tone, looking around me. Neither the voices nor you appeared, luckily.

“Okay, okay, stop, my dear Donna,” the doll said, putting her arms in a calm position. “You can't complain if… If you haven't done anything about it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on, please, I know you know...” The puppet muttered, giving me a nasty elbow. Sometimes she took too many liberties. “If you are afraid that she will leave, the solution is simple, force her to stay.”

I was horrified by that proposal. There were many desires, the desire to be evil to you, to lock you in my room, to tie you to my bed. But that feeling of being truly loved, of a real feeling... It was much better. I never thought that way again, never, I promise, (Y/N).

“You know I can't do that... She loves me,” I protested with a grimace of absolute disgust.

“And you love her, right?” Angie responded boldly. I nodded almost immediately.

“I don't want to hurt her,” I said sincerely. I enjoyed seeing suffering in other people, but not in you, not in you, my love.

“Mm okay, that rules out my other two ideas,” the doll murmured in a comical, thoughtful way.

“If you're not going to help me, Angie, you better...” I said, tired of her shameless way of being, of the way I gave her, of my own conscience.

“Wait, wait, wait!” She screeched irritatingly, hurting my ears. “I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it.”

“Speak once and for all,” I demanded, trembling to know what her horrible proposal would be.

“If you want (Y/N) to stay with you forever, and you don't want to hurt her... You should get her pregnant,” she said triumphantly, as if it were the best idea in the world.

It didn't horrify me the way it should, it sounded too good, even at first. But no, I still had my doubts.

“Pregnant?” I asked, blinking in confusion, feeling a chill running through my body. “How is that supposed to make her stay?”

“Just think about it, Donna,” Angie whispered, approaching me, pretending to tell me a secret. “If (Y/N) is having your child, she won't be able to leave.”

“Of course she will. And then I will lose (Y/N) and my child at the same time,” I contradicted, thinking about it more coldly.

“No, wrong,” she said amused, putting a finger on my nose, making me growl with rage. “What is a villager like her going to do with a baby to take care of? She doesn't have a family and you already know how badly single mothers are viewed in the village... Not to mention Miranda, who would surely have her eyes on...”

“Okay, okay, I don't understand anything, Angie,” I said, overwhelmed by all that information and worried about how good it sounded in my head.

“Come on, it's very simple. (Y/N) will have no choice but to stay here with you so her baby, your baby, can have a happy life. Besides, you always wanted a baby, right?”

“Well, I... It's, it's true but... But (Y/N) doesn't want to, or so I think,” I said, running my hand over the back of my sweaty neck.

“What does that matter? She's yours, Donna, don't forget it,” the doll snapped, with a more aggressive tone. I couldn't say for sure if it really was Angie.

“I don't know... I... Even if it’s a good idea, it's not possible. (Y/N) always wants me to put… You know…”

“Oh, of course, you're talking about that humiliating rubber band that forces you to put on your…”

“Yes, you don't need to say it,” I interrupted, blushing with embarrassment.

“It's humiliating, don't you think? It's like you disgust her...” She murmured sinisterly, which made my breathing even more complicated.

“She says it's for protection,” I said, thinking about her words.

Yes, it was really humiliating not being able to feel my skin against yours, but I had never thought about it. Maybe you were cheating on me, (Y/N). Maybe you didn't love me as much as you said you did.

“Yeah, of course, lie, lie, lie. She does it because she's afraid of having a baby with you and having to stay, don't you see?”

“Maybe...” I said thoughtfully, stopping paying attention to Angie, and listen to my conscience.

A baby... It sounded hasty, crazy. But the more I thought about it, the better results appeared in my mind. Yes, maybe Angie was right, maybe that part of me was right.

Having a baby is not harm, it is a sign of love, of the love I felt for you. Just imagine, (Y/N), a precious baby to take care of. Thinking about it only made those horrible voices duller. Maybe that would be the solution.

I got into bed, with the pregnancy issue on my mind. You were asleep, breathing in that way of yours, which said how alien to the world you were, that you hadn't even worried about me. It didn't matter, that was going to change soon.

“I love you, (Y/N),” I whispered in your ear, passing my arm over your body, bringing you closer to me. You moaned. I couldn't see your face, but I could swear you were smiling.

Yes, I love you, I loved you, I will always love you. I will always do anything so you know, I would do anything for you to be by my side. I didn't care about the consequences. You were mine, and you always would be.

What are you waiting for? Do what you have to do, tie that bitch to your bed and to your life...

The voices returned days later. I even thought I forgot about that idea for a moment. I could only see love in your face, in your smile, I could see only you. But your absence, even if it was justified, made my body tremble again.

I got up from the couch, leaving aside the book I was pretending to read, listening to every voice, every desperate scream that tortured me. They were right, you would abandon me if I didn't act, if I didn't make you mine in a way you couldn't even imagine.

“Hello, bellisima,” you said smiling, cutting some tomatoes in the kitchen. “Look, I hope you don't mind if I try to imitate your special sauce.”

My corners turned up as I walked towards you. Seeing you only inflamed my desires, it only made me feel pleasure.

“I don't care,” I said whispering, standing behind you and enjoying your beauty. Nothing else was needed for my body to start reacting, I knew it well.

“It's probably a failure, but hey, I want to try,” you murmured, joking and looking at me briefly with a smile. I couldn't, I didn't want to wait any longer.

My hand reached out to yours, pushing away that knife, that possibility of defending yourself. You didn't seem upset, or scared, much less when I brushed the hair from your neck and started kissing it, wrapping my hands around your waist.

“Wow... Someone is in a very good mood...” You murmured in a sensual voice, rubbing your body with my already noticeable erection, which made me moan with impatience.

I didn't respond. I just smiled while you couldn't see me, while you couldn't do anything but melt with my caresses.

“Okay, okay, Donna...” You sighed after a while of kissing and caressing my body, turning around to kiss me on the lips. “Come on, let's go to the bedroom.”

“No, here,” I said, grabbing your wrist, making you almost trip. You looked at me strangely, but that mischievous smile was still on your face.

“Well... It's okay,” you said, not very sure. “But let me go first to take a…”

“No,” I said abruptly, perhaps too sharply. You looked at me surprised and crossed your arms. I couldn't help but think of Angie's words.

It's humiliating, it's like you disgust her...

“No, you say?” You asked mockingly, putting your hands on your hips.

“I don't want you to make me put on that thing,” I protested, with a hiss that could have been terrifying.

“Well… I guess nothing will happen for doing once, right?” You said to my surprise. I was ready to force you. Hurting you, forcing you, is the last thing I wanted, tesoro...

I nodded, returning to your mouth, kissing you passionately. I didn't want to run, but my body forced me, I was eager to enter you, and so was I.

“Donna, calm down, there's no rush,” you laughed when my arms lifted you up, sitting on the counter, not wanting to move away from your mouth, from your addictive kisses. “You are definitely in a very good mood…”

“(Y/N), I want you... I need you... I need to make you mine...” I whispered in your ear, playing with my dress. My shaft pressed against my clothes, it wanted to come out, and I allowed it, at the same time you looked at me with bright eyes. You wanted it, right? Yes, yes, you wanted it.

“What are you waiting for? Come on, come here...” You whispered, pulling my clothes, making my body crash against yours.

I still can't explain the pleasure I felt when my erection rubbed your wet entrance. That stupid rubber thing would never get in my way again. I didn't think too much about it, you were fine, ready for me. Your body always so calm, adapting to me so slowly. That touch, making my way through your walls, stretching them, noticing how I slid, how you moaned with pleasure when I did it, still clouded my senses.

The goal was still in my mind, but nothing stopped me from enjoying it properly, as I always did when I made love to you.

“Gods, Donna... You're perfect...” You moaned, holding on to my body so as not to lose stability. I smiled, responding to your compliment with a kiss, intensifying my thrusts, moaning with pleasure as I felt your body hugging mine.

“I love you (Y/N),” I said quietly, continuing to move my hips against yours, separating your legs so I could enjoy the view in front of me even more. You laughed, controlling your release so it wouldn't be so soon. How cute, I wasn't going to control myself at all.

“Me too,” you said, moaning more and more, until you hugged me in an unimaginable way, squeezing my erection inside your body. It was the first time I felt it that much. My addiction to you only got worse. “Ugh,” you laughed, relaxing your body. “Donna... On second thought... Do it outside, okay?”

Stupid nutcase, cum now or you'll lose her...

The voices returned with your unpleasant request, they tormented me again, but they failed to distract me.

“No,” I gasped, thrusting into you harder. You opened your eyes, scared.

“Donna... Please...”

“No!” I screamed, holding your hips, digging my nails into your skin so you wouldn't dare to separate from me. Finally I released myself, feeling how the heat that came out of my body settled on yours, possessing you. You were mine, even more mine. My seed was inside you, you couldn't leave, not anymore.

“What's wrong with you? Haven't you heard me?” You asked. Not with resentment, you didn't seem upset, rather, disappointed. “Donna, why did you do it?”

I came out of you overwhelmed by pleasure, with my legs trembling with excitement. I didn't say anything to you. I just looked at you with a cold face, while I put my clothes back. You shook your head, in disbelief at what had happened.

“You're mine. Try not to forget it,” I whispered before disappearing from the kitchen. I had enjoyed it, yes, it was likely that my plan would work, but different voices appeared in my head, some pleading, sad, disappointed voices.

What have you done, Donna? How could you do something like that? You've let (Y/N) down… She loved you, Donna, you've let her down.

Regretting my mistake, for thinking that something like that would work, I isolated myself again in my workshop. You stopped coming to see me. You didn't speak to me for days. You were angry, upset, but you were still here.

She’s going to leave at any moment...

My anxiety, my madness got worse. I smashed dolls, kicked chairs, went crazy, deranged. My soul cried out for forgiveness, I needed your forgiveness. I wouldn't do it again, I promise. After almost two months of ignorance on your part, of cold looks and false smiles, accompanied by kisses that no longer said the same thing as before, I decided to leave my pride, beg for you not to leave, for you to forgive me.

One night, I left the workshop with that idea, the idea of ​​humiliating myself  in front you. The voices were not right. The voices were to blame for making the idea of ​​abandoning me more present in my head.

A light in the hallway caught my attention, along with a sob coming from the bathroom. It could only be you.

“Black gods… No… What am I going to do now? If I tell her... I... Oh, Gods, how would she react?” That's all I could hear before opening the door and discovering a horrible scene.

You were kneeling, crying, you had something in your hand, but I didn't notice. I could only see your tears spoiling your beauty, tears that I had caused.

“Why are you crying?” I asked crouching down next to you. You looked at me scared, hiding that strange object so I wouldn't see it.

Her passport to her freedom, you were always stupid, Donna...

“No, it's nothing,” you said, wiping your tears and putting the object in a pocket, out of my reach.

“Nothing? It doesn't seem like nothing,” I said, studying your crying. I was sure it was something bad, sure. “You've been sick for a while, (Y/N)...”

“Yes, well, I guess it's the weather,” you said, brushing it off, flashing one of those horrible, fake smiles.

At least I could do what I had gone to do. Maybe then you would stop crying. I can't stand to see you cry.

“Forgive me, (Y/N)” I whispered, reaching out my hand towards yours. You didn't move, you accepted my affection. That was a good sign. “I was so stupid…”

“What? Oh, no, no, Donna. That happened a long time ago. I've already forgotten,” you said, bringing your hand to my cheek. You were shaking.

“So, what's wrong?” I asked, nervous. I knew you were lying, I knew it. “I hate seeing you sad.”

You only sobbed harder, throwing yourself into my arms in a strange, desperate hug.

“Just, just hold me, okay? Please...” You asked with a voice that was brittle and distorted by crying. I obeyed, I didn't care about humiliating myself. You were mine and the responsibility was mine. “I love you. You know that, right?”

I nodded, letting myself be carried away by the heat of your embrace, by the horrible humidity of your tears on my skin.

That act of consolation, which went no further, was the last intimate contact I had with you. The more time passed, the more distant you became. You didn't come close to me, you didn't kiss me. You didn't hug me at night. What I thought was fixed only got messed up even more.

“It's good?” I asked, one night while we were having dinner. At least you were still talking to me, for now.

She’s going to leave, Donna…

You nodded with a genuine smile, which made me calm down.

“You know you it is,” you said amused, finishing your plate. “I'm sorry you had to cook.”

“I'm happy to do it, (Y/N)” I responded with a whisper.

“You're lovely when you want, huh?”

I smiled at the compliment and, wanting to be nice, I poured some wine into your glass, to which you denied while wiping yourself with a napkin.

“Mm, no, no thanks,” you said hastily, making me look at you confused. You always liked to drink some wine at night. You haven't done it in a while, and that bothered me.

I'm sure she thinks you poisoned her, anyway, how can she not think so? You're a dangerous psycho, Donna, you scared her, now she's scared of you...

“Why not? You liked wine,” I said, surprised, leaving the bottle aside, questioning you with my gaze.

“Yes, I like it but... I don't feel very well,” you said in a false tone, pretending to be dizzy, like you had in the last three months.

“Come on, drink, it will be good to you,” I insisted, wanting to silence those horrible voices that told you were afraid of me, were you afraid of me?

“No, really, I don't want wine,” you whispered in a more serious tone, with bright eyes.

“Drink,” I ordered, with anger again in my words. It was a test of trust, just that, (Y/N), why was it so difficult for you?

“I said I don’t want wine,” your voice darkened and your attitude scared me. I didn't want to lose you, don't you understand?

“Drink once and for all. I have this wine for you, and only for you, what does it cost you to value it?” I repeated, making you stand up with a grunt and with a surprising gesture, spill the glass on my head.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't. The wine ran down my face, staining my dress and leaving my dignity at its lowest level. I should have been able to defend myself, to demand explanations from you, but I wasn't.

She should die for that...

“There's your fucking wine, Donna,” You hissed angrily, putting the glass back on the table with a dull thud. “I'm going to bed.”

Before you disappeared from my sight, I reacted, getting up and running after you, grabbing your arm, squeezing it tightly.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Hey? Do you think you can humiliate me and get away with it?” I hissed, shaking you hard.

“Let me go of, Donna, you're hurting me,” you complained, hissing in pain. I freed you a bit. I didn't want to hurt you, I never did, (Y/N).

“You're the one who's hurting me, (Y/N)...”  I growled, determined to clear up my fears, to free myself from the demons. Maybe then, they would disappear. “You've been ignoring me for months, attacking me with false smiles... You don't come close to me... You barely talk to me, you avoid me... You don't let me make love to you, you don't even let me see you naked, and you expect me to let you go? No, I'm not going to let you go... You are mine...”

“Shut up,” you protested, slipping away from my arm. “You don't understand anything, Donna… And it's better to keep it that way.”

“Better for who, for you?” I asked ironically. “Come on, be brave and say it, say that you don't love me, that you're going to leave...”

“What? What are you talking about?” You asked, pretending not to know anything, as always.

“You know perfectly well what I'm talking about,” I hissed threateningly, pinning you against a wall. That time you were really scared, I could tell, you covered your body with your hands. “You think I don't know what that means, right? You pretend to be sick so you can be alone, and then you can think about how you are going to escape, right?”

You laughed ironically. That pissed me off, (Y/N), a lot.

“So you think? Wow, I thought you trusted me…” You mocked, pushing me away. It wouldn't be that easy for you. “You know what? I'm starting to think that maybe I should go.”

“You can’t leave!” I screamed furiously, chasing you again, only managing to pull the fabric of your dress, inevitably tearing it.

“Wait, no,” you said, desperately trying to cover yourself. “Gods…”

The house fell silent as I played with the fabric in my hands. It was useless for you to hide, I was watching you. Your body looked the same, but it wasn't. Your belly wasn't that bulging, I know. You weren't like that, you had changed, and there was a good reason for it.

“I didn't want you to know, I didn't want you to find out this way,” you sobbed, kneeling on the floor and caressing your belly with your hands, that belly that contained... My child, our child.

“(Y/N), I... Are you...?” I asked, stunned, surprised and with so many emotions that I was unable to process them all.

“Yes, Donna, I'm three months pregnant,” you acknowledged in a broken, agonized tone. You were really sad, I hated seeing you sad.

I bent down to comfort you, but I didn't know what to say. All that time of scorn and lies had a meaning, a wonderful one.

What if it's not yours?

The voice reached my head, but quickly disappeared. The joy was much stronger than my demons.

“It is,” I said to myself, which made you look at me confused. But there was something, something that I did want you to answer me. “Why haven't you told me?”

You got up with my help. Your horrible sobs still bounced off the walls, but your breathing was calmer.

“I don't know Donna, I... I was really afraid that... Lately you were so... weird that... I didn't know how you were going to react... I was afraid.”

“You were afraid of me,” I stated, hugging you while you nodded, your body still shaking.

“Yes, I... No, I don't know Donna... lately you were so gloomy, so dark...” You stammered into my shoulder, filling yourself with that aroma of wine that stained my clothes.

“I haven't been honest with you, (Y/N)” I said, pulling you, wiping away your tears. “This is my fault, I... I thought you would leave, that you would leave me, that you would abandon me... I, the... The voices in my head kept tormenting me and I thought that if... If we had a child...”

You looked at me and nodded. There was no fear, or anger in your eyes, that baffled me.

“It doesn't matter what it was like,” you said, putting a finger on my lips to shut me up. “Just, just tell me that you want it, Donna, that you love this baby as much as you love me…”

I smiled strangely, not really knowing how to interpret that reaction. I forced the voices to speak to me, but they didn't. The hand you placed on your belly made any fear disappear.

“I would never abandon you, Donna... You are the love of my life,” you whispered, letting me caress your swollen belly, letting the positive emotions overcome the negative ones. My baby, our baby. It was a dream.

“Could you forgive me?” I whispered, getting closer, resting my forehead against yours, closing my eye to feel more, to feel our child, your skin next to mine, to feel that I could have a family again.

“Only if you promise me one thing,” you said, moving away, letting me look at you. I nodded, nervous, free of those horrible voices. “Promise me you will never listen to those voices again… Promise you will take care of me, of the the baby… Please, promise me you will take care of us… And yourself…”

“Of course,” I said enthusiastically, truly smiling for the first time in months. I only felt love, happiness, the desire to be a family, a real one. “I will always take care of you, I promise... I love you... I love you so much...”  I said, hugging you, kissing you messily, giving an apotheotic end to that horrible time, to those doubts, to those voices... It's over.

She will always be with you, you will be a family, you will be happy...

“Me too, Donna,” you told me, moving away from my kisses while you laughed, “But... Promise me something else.”

I nodded again, unable to hold back the tears.

“For the Black Gods’ sake, take a shower, you stink of wine...”

[infranuz]

I. your hands are cold || snap out of it

after a long day of endless shopping with chishiya and kuina you had finally decided to call it a day and head home for a good rest. you had practically dragged chishiya and kuina around to book stores, cafes, and malls all day they silently begged you got tired at some point. “all those stores yet you only bought 10 books and a new jeans album” kuina huffed at the lack of items you were carrying compared to all the time spent

“correction, that I bought her” chishiya added as he slowly took the bags from your grasp so they wouldn’t bother you. “yeah yeah sure, thanks” you smiled back at him giggling at his words. it was pretty true tho, you had made chishiya pay for your books as a welcome back gift. much to chishiyas dissatisfaction..

it eventually grew silent again between the three of you, only the sound of people walking could be heard. it was pretty late at night yet you still had to walk a couple more blocks to your room after their stop. as you guys were slowly approaching the familiar apartment kuina spoke up.

“are you staying over today or?..” she wanted to make sure you got home safely if you were planning on not staying. there were some pretty dangerous people out there..

“no sorry, i promised arisu i would go with him, usagi and karube to the movies tomorrow” you smiled sadly as the girl only nodded in understanding “aren’t you just going to be thirdwheeling tho” kuina asked with a deadpan face as she walked into the room after opening the door. chishiya followed right after her placing your bags on top of the counter.

“yeah,, pretty much.. he said he still felt embarrassed being alone with her” you entered the room closing the door behind you. “how is that even possible.. they’ve been dating for 5 months already” kuina could only cringe at your words. “RIGHT?! i keep telling him to just play it cool it’s usagi anyway like dude” kuina hummed at your words

“ anyway, i’m going to take a shower, are you leaving already?” she asked before entering her room to grab her necessities. “yeah it’s kind of late already, arisu is probably worried shitless” you grabbed a water bottle and your bags before making your way to the entrance door once again.

“I’ll see you some other day then, walk safely [name] if anything happens just call me kay?” and like that kuina could no longer be seen as she entered the bathroom.

chishiya popped out of his room already in a new set of clothing,, just a simple white and blue sweater (?), his iconic sweatpants and a grey t-shirt. and you weren’t even going to lie, he looked good.

“i’ll walk you come on” he moved towards you with the keys to their apartment for when he came back.

“no it’s okay chishi, i can walk by myself,, thanks though I appreciate it.” you turned around only to have him so close, face to face. “I’ll walk you” he insisted as he opened the door and signaled you to follow him.

you cracked a smile as you stepped outside, the cold air breeze hitting your face for the trillionth time today. “thank you chishiya”

“i’ll carry the bags if it’s too heavy for you..” he requested as he reached for your hand. “how about you hold one end and I’ll hold the other, yeah? it’ll be as if we’re holding hands!” he let out a snort but yet agreed.

a new conversation sparked as you walked home, weirdly enough chishiya was too talkative today? maybe it was just you going crazy but he seriously seemed more lively than other days. maybe it was because you were back in town, anyway it had been a month since you had last seen him.

a “ridiculous” idea popped in your head,, maybe he missed you? please! that would be funny to think of, the chishiya shuntaro missing someone? talk about unbelievable, yet, you still held to that idea as stupid and funny as it sounded.

before you knew it you could see your apartments door in view, all the talking made you realize how you weren’t even paying attention to the road. “here” he handed you his end of the bag as you guys made it to the door step.

“thank you chishi, you saved me some time there” you gladly took the end from his hands slowly feeling how cold they were. “your hands are cold” you frowned at the new discovery,, “nothing new?” he looked at you in confusion.

“hold on stay here, let me get you some mittens.” you hurried inside your apartment completely ignoring arisu as he greeted you. stepping into your room you set the bags down and located your mitten drawer, you took out the biggest pair you had. sprinting back down and heading out the door, once again there he was still standing outside.

“Im not putting those on” he immediately said after he saw the lavender purple mittens you had on hand “please? your hands are cold can’t risk you getting sick chishi” he was about to open his mouth to refuse when suddenly without a second thought you reached for his pretty cold hands, putting the mittens over them.

chishiya groaned with a frown on his face yet he no longer protested “see? not so hard was it.. don’t take them off until you get home kay? anyway will you be fine walking back on your own? you can always stay over theres-” you were cut off when he simply stated that he would be fine.

“itll only get more late if I don’t leave now, I’ll be fine” chishiya stepped away from you getting ready to leave. you sighted at his decision hoping he was telling the truth. “but, be careful okay? and thank you for today, the books and the walk back home.” you offered him a smile looking down at his hand covered mittens. silly and cute yet a rare sight to see.

chishiya nodded and starting walking towards his own apartment. you stayed watching over him until his short figure slowly disappeared from your view, you smirk recalling all the events that happened before heading inside ready to receive a handful from your brother for being home so late.

— aaaaaa I’m so happy to finally be able to post the chapter I had to triple read it to see if I missed anything (which I probably did..) but anyway updates will be every friday or maybe daily if I can handle doing hw and chapters at the same time, ty for all the feedback I got from my last post I appreciate it a lot <33 ps. if anyone wants to be added to the tag list send me an ask or just comment and I’ll add you <3

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🕷🕸Happy Halloween 🎃 🕯

Rules-

-Asks can be submitted from Oct 26 - Nov 5 (Edit: Halloween week just went from 0 to I'm skrewed so I am leaving these open longer and will answer them if I have time this week but will probably get to them next week...sorry :/)

-The asks have to revolve around Halloween in some way, whether its in cannon celebration/activity or it's like a monster AU

-If you use a prompt/idea from below, you are allowed to use multiple prompts for one request

-There is no limit to how many requests you can send, but if you send alot all at once I may skip to someone else's and come back to yours so everyone gets theirs answered and its not just a block of one person

-All genres welcome fluff, smut, angst, ect. (just know I am in a mosterfucking mood so those are very welcome atm)

-No minors please and thank you

-Lastly, I am a busy person so my answers may be a little slow and I do hold the right to turn down a request (not that I think this will happen but I just wanna put it out there just in case <3)

Below the cut are a few prompt lists incase you wanna send an ask but don't know what to send <3

Halloween/Fall Activities-

Pumpkin carving

Scary movie marathon

Going to a haunted house

Halloween party

Drinking hot coco/apple cider by a fire

Going apple picking

Going to a pumpkin patch

Doing Corn Maze

Making couple's costumes

Making caramel apples

Baking together

Decorating for Halloween

Trick-or-Treating

Want an activity that's not listed? send it in! I probably just forgot to add it lol

Monster/Hybrid ideas-

Ghosts

Selkies

Werewolves

Vampires

Dragons

Demons

Angel

Monster under the bed/in the closet

Hell hound

Gargoyle

Harpy

Jinn

Orc

Banshee

Succubus/Incubus

Siren/Mermaid

Fae

Nymph

God/Goddess

Witch

Shape Shifter

Cyclops

Satyr

Naga

Doll/Mannequin/ Statue

Headless horseman

Arachne

Gorgon

Goblin

again, I definitely missed some, if you don't see it listed here you are more than welcome to still request it!

Scenarios/AUs-

Apocalypse

Little Red Riding Hood

Trick-or-Treating with your kids/siblings

One of you got cursed

One of you is a ghost trapped in a house and falls for the living person

Sacrifice to a higher being/monster

Human x Hybrid/Monster

Stumbling upon monster's secret hidden home

Corrupting a priest/nun

Priestess/Priest x God/Goddess

One person dies and turns into a ghost that haunts the other person

Finding a cat/dog and taking it home but oops its not a dog/cat

Researcher x Monster being researched

Prince/Princess saved from tower by monster/hybrid!knight

Angel x Demon

Or any other scenario/AU you've got!!

[natasha-in-space]

I was so happy to see that the mysmes fandom is still somewhat alive on tumblr, thank you *smooch*

Could I request Jumin with a popular Idol/Actress!MC? I feel like the dynamic would be interesting because most of the women Jumin's dad dated were celebs and all. I got this idea after watching Oshi no Ko, oddly enough-

Ohhh, that is certainly a very interesting dynamic to think about, anon! I decided to go with you being a popular idol. Considering the way his route canonically plays out, I can't really see you being able to hide your identity from him, so I'll go with the initial idea that he learns about your relative fame from pretty much early on in the game. To address the elephant in the room: yes, it would probably take him much longer to open up to you... not because of anything you do specifically, but simply because of his past experiences with figures of fame. It'd be one thing if you didn't know who he was, or he didn't know who you were. But, you are both in a position where you can easily exploit the other for whatever gain you deem useful in the long-run of your career. At least, that's how he views it. Jumin has... a very, very bad history with influential figures barging into his personal life. It made him learn to put up tall walls to protect himself. Jumin doesn't want to get exploited, and he doesn't want to be viewed as a prize to be won. So, be prepared for a very closed-off Jumin Han on your hands. That doesn't mean he'll be rude, though.

He's simply being very careful about what he types in the chatroom. After all, V has decided to make you their new party coordinator for a good reason, and he trusts his childhood friend's judgment with his full heart. There is no reason for quarrels in the RFA. He will treat with respect you deserve, but will keep his distance.

However, as you slowly get to know one another, he will start to open up, little by little. You never force him to talk about anything he's uncomfortable discussing. You pay attention to what he says and you're interested in actually getting to know him as a person, and not a public figure. You're there for him when he feels dejected and lonely after a miserable dinner with his father and his new exploitative girlfriend. And, ever so slowly, he starts to realize that... you're not like any of those vile people his father always tended to bring into his life. You see him, not his status. And that makes his chest feel tight with an emotion he can't quite put his finger on.

I can see the rest of his route playing out relatively similar to the canon one, with a few small differences. Firstly, Jumin would probably try and keep you away from his father for as long as he can. It's not anything against you, he just... Well, when your father somehow seduces more than a few of your seemingly trustworthy personnel, you'd start developing habits to prevent that from happening ever again. It leaves a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, and you should talk with him about this issue one-on-one. It's not about the lack of his trust in you, it's about the lack of his trust in his father, even if he initially denies it. Hold his hands and reassure him that everything is going to be alright. He needs to hear that from you.

Secondly, the whole 'arranged marriage' thing would probably resolve much faster than in the game. It's a very crappy excuse on his part, but Jumin's father will be much more lenient to let his son do whatever he wants once he learns that you're quite an influential figure. It's one thing to break up a couple when he has all the power to spin the story in his son's favor, and it's completely another when you have the power to fire back at them and cause serious damage to their company's reputation. Again, it's a rather twisted way of looking at things, but it is what it is. You'll have many issues to resolve with Jumin's father and his attitude towards you and his son.

Now, as for an already established relationship with Jumin in this scenario, I do have a couple of headcanons! He visits all of your concerts, but he doesn't really like to attract any unwanted attention to himself. He gets the best seat, of course, since he wants to see you shine in all your glory, but it's not anything too fancy. He's here for you, not the press. Your professional lives are independent from each other, and you two respect the work you put into your individual careers on a deeply personal level. It's actually rather sweet. Of course, the fact that you two are dating will affect your popularity in one way or another, but you will never use that to your advantage. You may be a popular idol, and Jumin may be the future head of the C&R corporation, but your love for each other is simple and quiet. Between closed doors, you two are just normal people loving and cherishing each other, nothing more and certainly nothing less.

What Jumin will do, though, is accompany you on your tours, whenever his schedule allows it. After all, you often do the same for his own business trips, so it's your guys' form of travel! His favorite thing is visiting you at your recording studio. Don't get him wrong, he adores seeing you dancing and interacting with your fans with grace and charm... But, nothing beats the opportunity to hear you sing. Your voice is something that can easily make him melt within just a few moments of hearing you hum a certain tune, even after years of knowing each other by this point. It always brings out the softest of smiles on his face as he quietly watches you sing, his heart fluttering to life just like the first time he saw you face-to-face in his penthouse.

Jumin truly thinks you're the most inspiring and amazing person in the whole world. For him, you are the brightest star that helped his tired eyes see the threads suffocating him in the cold but comfortable darkness he has lived his whole life in. You gave him the warmth and light he needed to set himself free and open his heart to the world, and he's forever grateful for you stumbling into his life like a wild hurricane.

[abyss-presence]

Note: headcanoned to hell; Yellow cat is called Nael and uses he/they; 3rd person pov; swears included; I forget the previous paragraphs mid writing so maybe inconsistent story

@aniflowers

Gracious Fall

Nael has not left Leshy alone even for a second after their little fight. Of course, after the Leader returned from their crusade, the spider disciple that intervened the last time told on them almost right away. Fucking snitch.

Surprisingly enough, Lamb somehow figured out that it was Leshy who started the fight, so he was the one who had to go through the horrifically embarrassing process of getting intimidated by the Leader. Not only was it embarrassing, it also genuinely scared Leshy. Not because Lamb was scary to them, hell no, but because...

Because they wore the red crown. And the crown belonged to...

...

Nevermind, let's not uncover this can of worms. For now.

Anyway, today was one of the days when Leader just came back home from a three day long crusade, with precious resources and a new addition to the cult.

It was a peaceful day, and nothing could ruin the comfortable silence with the occasional buzz around the flock, be it the distant chatter of the other cultists, or the sounds of them working–

Oh, huh? Leshy could pick up a subtle sound of footsteps getting closer and closer. Sounds like someone was running in the direction of the cult grounds.

"Leader, Leader! Glorious Leader, please help!" Nael's voice rang through the air, a clear tone of worry and concern in it. People immediately gathered around the entrance, looking at Nael with a mix of emotions: confusion, curiosity, worry, or maybe all at once.

The Lamb quickly approached the group that formed around the yellow cat, Leshy following suit to find out what the ruckus was about.

Nael had just returned from his mission, looking exhausted and panicked. He reached out towards the Leader, placing his paws on their shoulders.

"Glorious Leader! I found a follower awaiting for indoctrination like you requested, but they're sick! They will die soon if we don't help them!" The Lamb only nodded in response, immediately rushing over to the indoctrination stone to aid those in need. As the soon-to-be follower appeared in front of them, they realized why Nael was especially worried about this one: it's a tiny kitten who looks badly injured and on the brink of death.

Leshy could sense a new distinct scent of this orange kitten. How? That is a mystery that will remain uncovered for a while longer.

He could hear all the chaos ensuing around this sick baby, and for the first time in, what felt like, forever he felt like he missed being able to see. He felt the same a couple of times before, especially strongly when he just lost... no, when his eyes were just taken away from him. But to have that feeling reappear again now of all times was... strange. Strange and unpleasant.

The orange kitten was laid to bed, and the Lamb then asked both Leshy and Nael to pick the Camellia flowers they've been growing for the sick. Normally Leshy would feel apprehensive about anything the Lamb asks of him and would complain all the time, but now he felt compelled to follow through with the Leader's orders and do as he's told.

He and Nael both went ahead to pick up the needed flowers, with Nael directing Leshy throughout the process. After the entire farm was cleared out, Leader left them both to take care of the kitten, and their disciples to look after the cult while they went to gather more flowers and seeds from Darkwood. That will probably take another two to three days... and now Leshy's left alone with this stupid cat again. Great.

They sit together in the medical bay, Nael's paw firmly yet gently placed on the other cat's side as he sleeps. Leshy is sitting at the edge of the bed, messing with his hands to drown out his thoughts. That's when in their silence he catches a faint smell of blood.

"You're injured..." he comments, turning his head in the general direction of the yellow cat.

"Yeah, I am. But taking care of him was more important,'' Nael felt no shame in admitting that he didn't come home from his mission unscathed, since, in his mind, that just further proved his loyalty to the Glorious Lamb.

Leshy hesitated for a moment, deciding on his next action very carefully.

When he was still a God, he had his own followers, his own cult. But experiencing this type of devotion first hand, or rather, witnessing such devotion with your own very eyes was... somewhat disturbing. But also very moving.

With a frustrated sigh, Leshy gets up and pushes Nael down.

"Hey, what are you–?!" Leshy hissed at Nael, using this gesture to keep him silent in order to not disrupt the child recovering from his sickness. He picked up whatever medical supplies were left, including a bandage or two, and sat back down onto the bed, disinfecting and patching up Nael's wound in silence. "Oh... thanks... I guess." Nael chuckled awkwardly, watching Leshy's every movement out of caution. Leshy has been around the cult for some time, yet Nael still knew so little about him. He tried asking other cultists, asking Leshy's siblings and asking the Leader themselves, but none could give him a cohesive answer. So he was determined to find out more. Nael relaxed his tense muscles, letting Leshy do his thing and heal him, before he gathered the courage to ask: "Hey, Leshy? Why did you attack me back then? I'm not looking for confrontation, I just want to know the reason."

For some reason, when Nael was using this diplomatic tone, his brows furrowed subconsciously, Leshy had to pause for a good minute to collect himself again. He didn't really understand what was that about, but...

"It's... it wasn't your fault, you know? I just... I get irritated when people stare at me this much," he sighed and put back all the supplies after he was done with Nael's wound. "I thought it wouldn't affect me, I was a God for fuck's sake! People used to admire me, pray to me, sacrifice lives for me, but now... now that I'm a mortal it just– it feels so fucking disgusting when they stare at me. And I can't even see it, but I can feel it, which is even worse." Leshy turned to face Nael after his little rant was over, awaiting his reaction.

The only sounds that filled the air at that moment was the orange kitten's soft but shallow breaths, the buzz of the cultists outside the medical bay, and the ruffling of various fabric inside of it, before Nael finally spoke:

"You were a what–?!"

[canonicallysoulmates]

J2 Gold Panel Charlotte con 2023

Before we get into this panel quick psa that this con took place while the actors union, SAG-AFTRA, is on strike. This means the boys cannot directly name past, present, or future projects. For the sake of clarity I will be mentioning projects the boys are referring to by name but please be aware that the boys themselves did not do that they complied with strike regulations.

Jensen had a mustache this con. I don't know how I feel about it. I also don't know how I feel about the shirt he was wearing, it makes me think about those lime popsicles they sell.

Anyways...Jared mentions that the shirt he is wearing is going to be auctioned to charity later on in the day. The shirt he's wearing is the one he wore to SDCC for the last ever SPN panel and Jensen says if he's giving it away he wants it and Jared replies he'll send him the link 😂

And then Jensen says it comes with a free spatula and I love Jared's reaction cause he gets so flustered, he even admits he was not expecting that, and tells Jensen they gotta do it together and Jensen at first is like I'm not doing that, and Jared still flustered tells him not the spatula but the other thing meaning Family Feud. That when the world gets back at it they should do some stuff about some things.

For those that might be confused Jared had filmed an episode of Family Feud a while back that aired recently and one of the questions in the game was to name an item from the kitchen a couple might bring into the bedroom, and he was the person in his team who answered and said spatula.

Questions!

The first fan asks Jensen if they could sing a bit of Simple Man. Jensen says no that they're not taking requests, it's not karaoke morning.

So the fan asks another question: Was Jensen ever bullied as a child, and do his children experience bullying? If so, how did he get through it?

He was when he was in middle school. He was around 12 or 13, maybe 14, and he got the shit beat out of him for a good several months, and he never talked to anybody he didn't tell any adults and his friends knew but they were too scared to do anything so what he did, and he says this isn't advice it's just his experience, was that he found an upperclassman one of those scary guys with rumors of him carrying weapons to school, befriended him, and asked him to help him deal with his bully. And the guy did, he went up to Jensen's bully and basically told him touch him again and I'll kill you.

As for his kids, recently JJ was getting picked on by a young boy in her class and at first he thought 'Oh it's because he likes you' (no, Jensen, no) but she waited till it escalated to a point where they got called in by the faculty and they're the ones who brought it to their attention she hadn't mentioned it to them beforehand. And his first reaction was 'how bad could it be? he probably has a crush on her or something' (again, no Jensen no) but that wasn't the case, and his initial reaction as a father was to get angry at the little boy but he found out that the kid was coming from an unfortunate situation and he felt really bad and wanted to get him help.

Jared has also dealt with bullying as well as his kids. He says he got injured a lot as a kid whether by bullies or accidents. Those physical injuries hurt more at the time but they went away mental injuries however have a longer-lasting effect. His sons have been bullied by other kids and he has told them to stand up for themselves cause they can either get bullied hard once or get bullied forever. And a big thing is that it's difficult for a kid to understand but to remember and try to help kids understand that hurt people hurt people. x

Under the current circumstances have they been doing any extra babysitting lately? Of course, it would be a man asking this question, and in such an incredibly outdated way 🙄 This is that person's way of asking if they have been spending more time taking care of their kids.

They both reply so much. Jared says he had a talk with G the other day that he has worked so hard for 23 years professionally to become an actor and he got really good at being valuable on set but he's only had 11 years of opportunity to get good at the parenting side of things and for many of those years he was in Van so he's still a white belt but he's eager, he's earnest, he's a sponge ready to learn.

He tells a story about how the kids are in school now but a month or two ago, possibly even longer around March or April, G had something to do and asked if he could watch the kids till 3pm. So she leaves, he wakes up the kids, gives them breakfast, and basically they end up playing in the pool till 3 o'clock rolls around and G arrives home. And when she gets there she asks them if they had fun and then asks what they had for lunch, and Jared was confused cause he hadn't realized it was already 3 and past lunchtime. He forgot to feed the kids lunch so he's still learning.

Jensen says the other day D was leaving and his daughter asked her if daddy was babysitting them, and she replied that it's not babysitting he's their father and asked what is it when she's around and the kid replied well you're mom and she said exactly he's just dad it's not babysitting he's just taking care of his children. I agree with the statement 1,000%. x

What does Jensen put on his hair to help with the frizz?

Jared jokes that it's an expression of their inner self, he's kinda greasy and gnarly and Jensen is very soft and smooth. He also says he used hotel shampoo and put on a beanie and then Victoria took care of him, and that he hasn't had a haircut in around 5 to 6 months but she makes him seem somewhat human. x

If Jensen had to do it all over again would he spend his time on Days of Our Lives, and is it something he would recommend to other people trying to break into the industry?

100%, He says that was his training ground, he didn't go to a proper school or get properly trained but there he learned things that he doesn't think they would even teach you in certain acting schools like hitting your mark, finding your light, understanding how to navigate personalities. That show had 30 actors and everyone had a different personality and you have to navigate that to survive, so that was such a valuable experience for him. He talks about it all the time, and it's such a great gig for actors, says that when he left that show in 2000 he always thought to himself that if he went out and it didn't happen he would 100% go running back to that cause it was so great.

The fan mentions that in Q&A's colleagues of his have mentioned things like community theater but none have mentioned soap operas. He and Jared say that any kind of expression, of creating creative content whether on a stage, in front of a camera in your room with your friends, or reading a play all of that fuels something in you if that's something you strive to do, and Days for him was essentially his college it was his training ground for what he went on to do and he's forever thankful for it and he'll always praise them.

Jared adds that something he and Jensen learned in different ways and times- he loves theater it's different doing the version they ended up doing cause if you're doing a play you get 3 months to rehearse but doing something like where they started you learn really quickly you don't have all day, you don't have all hour, you might only have 5mins to get it done so that really helped when it was necessary when they were working together.

Jensen mentions he recently did a little part in a film and it was this big end scene with all the major players in the scene, and the sun was going down, and more importantly, there was a helicopter that was supposed to fly overhead and the shot had to time out with the helicopter coming and they only had two shots at it; it was a race to the finish and his coverage was left to the very end and everybody told him they were so sorry but they were only getting one or two goes at this and he was like that's cool, and he had to give a whole speech. He did both his takes, and he remembers the director was like 'I love television actors.' x

If they could be fluent in any instrument they do not play what would it be?

Jared says piano or bagpipe. He has a friend who went to Westpoint and was part of the marching band and he got to play for the royal family, he's amazing and he brought his bagpipe up to LA 20yrs ago and went out to the balcony to play, and after he plays a bit he turns and says thank you so Jared and his friends, who were sitting inside listening to him, go look and there were people gathered around to listen. He says it is so haunting and so visceral. Jensen says piano or accordion. x

I thought Jared could play piano cause he's played it before so I'm a little confused by him mentioning piano, but I figure he means he could play with more expertise 🤷‍♀️

Jared has saved so many people, does he have someone who has gotten him through something like that?

I'm just gonna directly quote the man: "Yeah, I'm standing next to him" 😭💗 That's beautiful.

J2 Gold Panel Charlotte

[serenescribe]

long time, no see! (housekeeping post)

it's been a while!

i've been very largely offline over the greater part of my semester, but now that that's over, i'm back! kinda. i've actually been back for a while, but laziness kicked in, and i didn't get to this sooner u-u (a gentle reminder that i am always much more active at my main @memoryoflife!)

that being said, here's a couple of things:

1 - i'll be uploading all my tumblr-exclusive fics and drabbles to ao3 over the summer. i won't be posting them all at once, mainly to avoid flooding the twst ao3 fandom tag (and also because of formatting, tagging, titling, writing summaries, etc...) so i'll be staggering these uploads. i'll update people here when it's done, though. drabbles below 1k words will be on my pseud ardentarchivist, while longer one-shots will be on my main account. might have some exceptions here and there, but that's generally it!

2 - i might make some tumblr crossposts for some existing ao3 works, fics that were written in the past, but without a post here. just to try and keep things a little more connected between here and ao3. i'll be indicating the date on these fics, so at least there'll be a note that they're older works!

3 - i'm not sure if i'll reopen writing requests again. suggestions maybe, but we'll see. even if i do, i'd be interest in taking requests for more than just twst, so i might get to work on a proper list of stuff i'm happy to write about. i still love twst a lot, don't get me wrong, but i was never a twst-only writer; it just happened to preoccupy me for a good, solid year. which brings me to...

4 - a gentle reminder to all that i am, and have always been, very multifandom, and i'm about to become very annoying again. those who are maybe subscribed to me on ao3 have probably noticed that i've been posting a lot of fantasy high works, because the brainrot has seized me! i'd still like to write twst every now and then, but... if you came here solely for it, you may be disappointed.

in any case, i'm still here, i'm still writing, and my inbox is open, as it always is, if anyone wants to talk about things ♡

[red-airhead]

| Love you too | Lee Felix pt.2

word count - 696

genre - romance, fluff

warnings - afab!reader, feminine terms, felix gets emotional, reader gets emotional, felix is considerate, felix's reaction, reader gets comfortable speaking, lots of love, felix is giddy, reader is flustered by a couple of things, felix's POV, lmk if I missed anything

Part 1

To the person who requested a second part, I hope this wasn't too short, I really wanted to keep it as week and simple as possible but I can definitely make it longer if you wished.

The moment that Y/N had spoken was probably the moment I froze in time. I didn’t even get the chance to get back in bed and pamper them in love, because almost immediately after she had fallen asleep. It was like a one and done thing, and of course there wasn’t much I could do, since I didn’t want to wake her, but it feels so wrong to just leave it at that.

I decided to wait until tomorrow, so that way we’d both have the energy to officially discuss something so big. It might’ve just been because they got the confidence to, but at the same time I didn’t want her to do something like that, forcing herself to speak because she could possibly feel bad. I ended up lying awake for a couple of hours after showering, and before I knew it I had fallen asleep and woken up tangled in covers with Y/N.

She was still asleep by the time I woke up, and being able to lay there and admire her was something I loved doing. The way that she was so peaceful eased my heart more than anything. I noticed that often at times there would be this slightly sad expression, and I didn’t want to assume but it could’ve been because she was struggling to express things that she wished to express.

After laying in silence admiring her peaceful expression, she woke up, eyes slowly blinking the sleep away while I laid there, just staring. Y/N of course, was surprised by me staring, and even got a little startled before relaxing. It was only a few minutes after that when I heard her speak again, my heart fluttered and my mind racing at how meek and gentle it sounded. It seemed hard for her to speak too, stammering over words and struggling to get them out.

“G’Morn–ing..? Stop stared? S–Staring..” Those simple words that were spoke in a hushed tone made me tear up. It was certainly a way to start a morning, with Y/N looking at me with worry immediately after, her gentle hands cupping my cheeks.

“I-I’m okay… I’m just emotional..” I sniffled out, feelings her thumbs brush away fresh tears, looking back at each other. She seemed to still be confused, so I took a few deep breaths to compose myself and begin to explain. 

“Last night.. You spoke for the first time, and I didn’t even get the chance to– make sure you were comfortable with that, y’know?” And once I had provided an explanation, she had given this understanding expression, which was soon replaced with a smile and a bunch of soft kisses placed on my face.

“ ‘M comfortable.. Speaking long? As long it’s with.. With you?” It seemed to be hard for her to form sentences so I nodded and smiled widely, soon stopping her kisses to give my own, pulling her even closer than we probably already were.

“That’s okay,, we’ll take it one at a time right? Like we always have.. What caused you to start speaking? Was it something I did?” And when she responded with a nod, I ended up giggling at that, halting my kisses to look at her and let her speak.

“It’s been– long since ‘ve— I’ve wanted? Wanted to speak.. ‘S cause of you, I wanted to..” She confessed, her eyes lingering with mine. A wide smile just seemed to grow on my face before pulling her on top of me and rolling onto my back.

“You are just the absolute cutest.. We’ll get you used to talking, but first. I’d like to just listen to you, and ask you questions I’ve alway wanted to ask you,, through speaking that is.” A soft laugh escaped from her, a smile just as wide as mine appearing on her face as well.

“I can do that… Right words? Did I do right?” She truly was unsure, but that was okay. As long as she was comfortable, I was going to help.

“Absolutely, you did perfectly.” And just after, I pressed a generous amount of kisses to her face, laughing in response. This felt perfect.

| Requested |

[purringfayestudio]

Future Commissions

I get the occasional question/comment about commissions, so I wanted to lay out my plans.

Timing

Probably second half of 2023.

Frequency will depend on how the first opening goes.

Openings

Announcements will go up on all my social media sites and I'll accept requests for 1-2 weeks. (I will post more info beforehand to give people time to prep though.)

Quotes will be open only during that time. I'll have a page that lists examples and prices available beforehand.

I'll post a Google Form (or equivalent) for you to fill out to submit your request, attach reference photos, etc.

Base prices will be listed but there will be a spot to enter higher offers; no guarantee but it might give your submission a higher chance of being selected if I have several that I really want to make.

No IP or licensed work. Only real animals or original characters/species you own.

Unfortunately I will probably only open within the US at first due to international shipping headaches. But I will still consider some countries on a case-by-case basis. (I'm only a part-time artist; my full-time job eats my brain so not much is left for international law nonsense.)

Selections

From the submitted requests, I'll choose 1-3 requests that use patterns I've already designed that I am interested in making. (All available designs will be listed on the Google Form for reference.)

I may take 1 request for a new pattern which will have a much longer turn-around time and higher price. FYI I probably won't take original species or unique character builds unless the offer is high since I won't have much (if any) other use for that pattern.

I'll email those I've selected and confirm design and price.

Payments

Via PayPal invoice.

Generic animals or non-OC designs can be paid after it's made. Earlier payment accepted of course. If you have to back out I can still easily refund and sell it as a premade.

OCs/OS's: must be paid in full up front, no returns or refunds once completed and only partial refunds once work has started unless we agree on reasonable design modifications for public sale (NOT guaranteed).

Payment plans accepted, but shipping (for generic) or work (originals) is held until full payment is complete. No longer than 90 days.

Communications/Updates

All communications will go through email. It must be the email connected to your PayPal. Social media isn't reliable and things get easily buried, so no DMs.

Commissions will be added to my Trello. I love updating it so it'll be an easy place to check on status.

Because art is a part-time thing after my full-time job, progress will be slow. While I plan to punch out commissions in a row, it still may take a few months to get through all of them. I'll send out email updates every couple weeks, and more often once I begin work on your commission.

Progress will also be posted to my social media sites. You can choose whether you want to be tagged or anonymous.

Ghosting for over a set number of days (such as 7 days for selection confirmation/questions/approvals, or 30 for invoicing, etc.) will have the commission dropped and refunds issued as described above. (Unless pre-warned, like if you're going on vacation or something.)

All of this will be posted again before my openings. I'll also post the full terms and policies closer to opening. I just wanted to give a general idea of what to expect since I've been getting some inquiries.

There will also be premades available through various means (shop, auction, etc.) which I'll share once closer.

[floofsselfshipblog]

Pure Coincidence

Based off of an ask I sent @squipy-shippy regarding our fictional others and self inserts- enjoy TwT

Frost had been excited the moment he woke up that morning, his tail nearly smacking his girlfriend from how fast it was wagging. For the past few months Frost had been talking to this person online, they had met on this social media sight, connecting over their shared interests and slowly becoming friends. She had mentioned her, her girlfriend, and a couple of her friends were in Atreno; so after a day of thinking this over on Frost’s side, the two agreed to meet up!

Though, Frost wasn’t naive about the online world. Working alongside Heed, now more comfortably referred to by her old name Cecelia, he’d learnt a thing or two about the scary online world. It’s why it took him so long to be cool with meeting with his friend. But, he finally felt comfortable enough to. The two agreed to meet in a pretty busy mall just downtown, and Frost would be taking Cecelia with him just to be safe.

The woman in question right now had her head rested on Frost’s fluffy shoulder, drifting in and out of consciousness on the bus ride. Frost glanced from his phone at her, a soft smile forming on his muzzle. He turned his head to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. She smiled softly at him.

It was still insane to Frost how far Cecelia had come after her fall. It wasn’t all easy though. For the longest time she get bitter towards her former bodyguard after he bailed her out of the correctional facility, claiming her abandoned her like her other followers. Most of all, she was confused why he had come back for her if the perfume’s effect had worn off.

Much to her shock, Frost had never been brainwashed.

His loyalty and love for her were genuine. It took a lot of time, and therapy, for her to understand that and feel she was worthy of it after what she’d done. She not only had his love, but also love for herself now. Probably also why she refused to go by the Heed persona anymore.

Her once bolder pink hair, now a more light pastel pink. She no longer wore those hot pink contacts anymore, sporting her natural brown eyes which Frost admitted to preferring.

She wasn’t the girl at the villain academy who was mocked by her classmates. She wasn’t a heroine obsessed with having everyone love her. She was finally her.

The two jerked forward slightly as the bus came to halt, alerting the passengers they were at their stop. Frost stood up, assisting Cecelia up with his paw. The two stepped off of the bus, Frost going back onto his phone to check the messages. The Atreno mall was rather large, with a few different entrances, so they agreed to meet up by the food court.

Frost attempted to ignore his girlfriend’s teasing about how adorable he was for checking the director to see where they were supposed to go, the two slowly approached the food court.

“So, do you know who we’re looking for?” Cecelia turned to Frost, walking alongside the wolf and holding his paw.

Frost glanced up from his phone, once again going over the messages, “She said she’d be with her friends, she sent me her picture but not her friends- they weren’t comfortable with it.” Frost’s ear twitched, he understood their hesitance, “Though she’ll likely find us first. A 6 foot anthropomorphic wolf stands out a bit more.”

Cecelia laughed softly, once her laughter passed, Frost showed her his friend’s picture. She nodded, understanding who they were looking for now as they got closer to the food court.

-

“Do you see them yet?”

Squip looked around the mall, as best as she could from the portable device Flug had made for her to hop into when need be. Right now it was being utilized to meet an online friend of hers. Out nervousness of meeting a stranger from the internet, and assistance getting to the mall from cyberspace, she requested Flug and Demencia’s company.

The trio got to the mall a good 20 minutes ago, Demencia helping herself to some pizza and soft pretzels from a couple of the stands while Flug simply opted for a blue slushee.

“No worries Squippy,” Demencia patted the device as if she was patting her girlfriend’s head- it was the thought that counted, “You said this guy is pretty hard to miss. I’m sure you’ll know him when ya see him.” The criminal lent back in her seat, taking a large bite of her pretzel.

Flug nodded, “Agreed.” He set his slushee down, “Besides, I look forward to meeting this friend of yours. From what you’ve told me, it seems we have a lot of common interests.”

“Yeah, like being nerds!”

“He and Squip also have similar interests!”

“That’s different, Squip is a cute nerd…you’re just a lame one.” Demencia ripped a small piece of her pretzel off and threw it at Flug’s bag faced.

The two began pointlessly bickering like siblings, Squip still looking around for her friend. Her gaze stopped when she spotted him.

“There he is!” Squip interrupted their bickering to draw their attention to her friend.

Among the denizens of the food court, stood a tall anthropomorphic wolf, holding two soft drinks and a paper bag that looked to be from a sandwich stand at the court. He wore a tacky Hawaiian shirt, the likes of which you’d see a dad at a barbecue wear, tucked into a pair of dark cargo pants. Yeah, he was hard to miss.

Flug’s eyes narrowed as he looked over the wolf, “Demencia, doesn’t he look…..familiar?”

Demencia rubbed her chin, also looking this doofus of a wolf over, “Yeah- he kinda does….can’t quite put my finger on it though.” She kept this serious thinking face as she bit into the pizza crust that remained from the slice she had ordered.

Flug took Squip’s device and turned up the volume, holding it up so she could get her friend’s attention. After a few “HEY!”’s, the wolf looked up and smiled, though his ears flicked back as he examined Squip’s friends. Perhaps they were also familiar to him. He approached their table, setting one of the drinks down and smiling at the device.

“Squip! Hey!” His tail wagged a little at the sight of his friend, “You’re in a tiny box-“

“Yeah yeah- hard to explain.” She waved off his statement, “But hi! Oh my gosh it’s so cool to see you in person!”

“Same here.” He grinned and turned to Flug and Demencia, “You must be Squip’s friend and girlfriend.”

“Awwwwww Squipy,” Demencia cooed, “You talk about me.”

Squip flushed, hiding her face with her hand.

“Heh, we had similar ideas then. I brought my girlfriend if that’s alright?”

Squip nodded, “Yeah that’s fine!”

“Hold on I’ll call her over-“ Frost stood up, having lent down to speak with Squip from her device, “CiCi!” He waved over to a woman waiting at a table.

The woman, CiCi, made her way over to the table. Though she froze when she made eye contact with Flug and Demencia, the latter two jumping to their feet. All three pointed accusatory fingers at the other.

“YOU!”

Both Squip and Frost looked between the now hostile parties. After a few looks between Squip’s friends and Cecelia, it clicked.

“Wait a minute- Dr Flug and Demencia!” Frost smiled at him being able to remember, “That’s why you two look so familiar!”

“What are you doing here?!” Frost’s comment fell on deaf ears as Flug glared daggers at the former heroine.

“Yeah! Shouldn’t you be in the looney bin?” Demencia scratched her head in confusion.

“I’m confused-“ Squip spoke up, all three turning to look at the confused woman in the device, “You all…know each other?”

“Squip,” Flug pointed his index finger as he began to explain, “Your online friend and his….girlfriend- is Miss Heed- the old hero of Atreno.” Flug glared at Cecelia again, “Though I’m shocked to see her HERE of all places.”

“THAT’S MISS HEED?!” Squip leant back a little in surprise. She looked- similar yes- but almost nothing like the heroine Demencia had ranted to her about.

Heed/Cecelia crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, refusing to look at the villains in front of her. Frost gently placed a paw on her back and stepped between the two parties.

“Look, I understand we have some….bad blood between us.”

“She brainwashed Flug!”

“She stole my thesis formula!”

“They put an end to my platform!”

Frost shot his girlfriend a look, she quieted down. Yes she had gotten over the need for validation from strangers, but she was still pretty bitter about previous events.

“Yes okay- okay- a lot happened.” Frost took a breath, “But- me and Cecelia are no longer involved in the hero business. We’re just- normal civilians.” Frost took Cecelia’s hand, she rubbed a thumb over his paw as she looked down, “If this is a problem, we can head back and maybe…do this some other time.” Frost shot the trio an apologetic smile.

Demencia and Flug exchanged uncertain looks. Neither had any spite towards Frost, in fact from their previous encounter he seemed pretty okay. Demencia then looked at Heed- er…Cecelia as Frost called her now. Wow, she really had dropped the act. She looked almost completely different to her Heed persona, but it was still her.

Demencia stepped forward, causing Cecelia to step back with caution.

“Relax I’m not gonna bite you.” She stated deadpanned, “Look…your boyfriend and my girlfriend are friends…and it’s not fair that they can’t hang out just cause we got a bad history.” Cecelia nodded, “So, I propose a truce!”

“What like a- partner truce?” Cecelia tilted her head and smiled slightly at her attempt to lighten the mood.

Demencia grinned, “Yeah! Exactly!” She spit into her palm and held it out for the former heroine to shake, “Partner Truce!”

Cecelia cringed a little before carefully taking one of Demencia’s fingers and shaking it, “Partner Truce..”

Flug glanced at the ground awkwardly, he wasn’t exactly a partner so he couldn’t partake in the truce. So he instead opted to look at Frost and extend his hand.

“Friends?” He said meekly.

Frost took his hand, “Friends!” His tail wagged happily.

“Now that that’s settled!” Squip chimed in from the device, causing everyone to turn their heads, “Can we eat and talk now! I’ve got all kinds of plans for today!”

“Oh! Me too!” Frost pulled up a chair and sat near Squip’s device.

The two began rambling about their plans and other general life things. The others sat around them, the friend’s respective partners smiling softly at them. They could get along for one day, for them.

[ifidiedinadream]

well in that case.. can i request some joeleksi with accidental voyerism through olli? 😏 maybe with olli staying quiet and not knowing aleksi noticed him through the reflection on the window or something, and getting very riled up when aleksi starts talking to joel about how hot olli looked on stage tonight with his makeup and all the things he'd want olli to do to joel if he were here right now, and joel audibly agreeing 😌 maybe aleksi making joel tell him about his threesome fantasies too and telling him it's a good thing then that olli's already here 😌

"accidental voyeurism" yeah sure

Olli knows he should just mind his own business. 

He knows he should’ve resisted the urge to follow the voices - no, the whimpers, because it has nothing to do with him, he wasn’t invited, it’s private and he’s not welcome. But he just couldn’t help himself; he knew who the moans belonged to the moment he realized they were moans, having been on the other side of the wall from Joel and Aleksi’s hotel room too many times to count. 

Not once did he try to ignore it; he could’ve put his earphones or ear plugs on but he just didn’t want to. He felt drawn to the low sounds of Joel’s groans, which became high pitched when he came, and to Aleksi’s breathy words of encouragement, praise. 

Today is no different, except that for the first time he can see. The door is ajar. It’s probably why he could hear them from across the hallway.  

Joel is on all fours, long limbs struggling to keep him upright, long hair concealing his handsome side profile. Aleksi is kneeling behind him, big cock sliding in and then almost all the way out of his boyfriend’s body, hands tight on his fair skinned hips. He’s telling him how good he’s being for him; Olli imagines Joel’s eyes rolling back behind all the hair.    

Just like those times in his hotel room, Olli discreetly shoves his hand in his pants, quietly enough so that no one (his unlucky roommate, whoever it might be, or in this case, the couple in question) will suspect a thing. He’s mastered the art of being silent while pleasing himself. 

Olli is focused on Joel’s heavy cock hanging between his legs when Aleksi suddenly halts and pulls out, Olli reflexively easing the grip on himself. Joel whines, tries to push back with his ass to find Aleksi’s dick again to no avail. 

“You know, baby,” Aleksi starts, ignoring his boyfriend’s obvious distress, “I was thinking about Olli. He looked super good on stage tonight, didn’t he?” 

Olli’s stomach flips at the mention of his own name. It’s not an unpleasant feeling, quite the contrary; still, he takes a step to the side, further hiding behind the door just in case. Joel just whines more. 

“You’re so pretty, it’s a shame that only I get to see you like this. I wish Olli could see you right now,” Aleksi says. Joel hums something, maybe yes, please but it could be Olli’s wishful thinking. He starts beating off faster nonetheless, closing his eyes, because now that they said his name it’s way easier to imagine himself as part of the picture.  

“I’d love to see him touch you,” Aleksi continues. “Like this, maybe.” 

When Olli starts watching again (it’s hard to resist the urge), Aleksi is easily inserting two fingers where his dick was just moments ago, making Joel gasp audibly, even if it’s nothing compared to the girth of his cock. Joel throws his head back when Aleksi starts fucking him with his fingers, knowing exactly where to touch to rile him up even more, and his hair is no longer covering his pretty face. His lips, always thin but for when they’re pouting for Aleksi, are parted, breathy moans and high whines escaping them. His cheekbones and nose are bright pink, brow furrowed.  

“Olli looks so fucking good in that make up,” Joel manages between groans, voice soft and barely audible. Aleksi snorts, adding a third finger and making Joel keen more. 

“I really wish I could watch him tell you to get on his knees for him and suck his dick… I’m sure you’d be so obedient. Willing,” Aleksi says. With the fingers of one hand still inside Joel, he brings the other underneath him, to gently touch his balls and then his length. 

“You know I would,” Joel confirms. “I’d be so good for him if only to make you proud.” 

The smile on Aleksi’s face is smug and satisfied. Both his hands pick up their pace and a grunt resonates from deep in Joel’s chest. 

And Olli keeps watching, listening; he’s not sure if he’s dreaming because why the fuck would they be talking about him, but he’s glad they’re doing so because it’s slowly pushing him over the edge. It’s so fucking hot; once again he has to thank his good looks. He’s ready to come, dick leaking constantly, tension low in his guts ready to get loose and make room for pure, total pleasure. But even with Joel being a whining mess they keep on talking, Aleksi as in control and calm as ever, in spite of his untouched dick looking so hard it must be painful. 

“Or he could fuck you… feel how tight and warm your hole is. He could do that while you’re sucking my dick. You’d be eager to please both of us, wouldn’t you, angel?” 

Joel’s eyes roll back visibly now, voice catching as he utters fuck. 

“I know,” Aleksi responds. “Good thing he’s already here.” 

Olli isn’t sure he heard it right. He stops jerking off anyway, hand comfortably tight around the head of his dick. So it’s true that he’s only dreaming? 

His heartbeat accelerates. He must be hallucinating, he tells himself - but when Aleksi turns in his direction with a knowing smirk, he’s finally confident he isn’t dreaming. Aleksi’s piercing eyes are very real, and so is his sudden desire to disappear into thin air. Soon Joel follows Aleksi’s gaze, still on all fours and looking all submissive, and for some reason it’s even more humiliating. Extremely hot, but humiliating. 

“Tell me, baby,” Aleksi tells Joel, “is there anything specific you want Olli to do to you?” 

Joel bites his lip, looking up at his boyfriend with big eyes, pensive for a moment. “I want his cock inside me.” 

Aleksi huffs out a laugh. “You’re too far gone to think hard, I see,” he says. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ll take care of it.” 

Aleksi is looking at him again so Olli comes out of hiding - it’s pointless now. He’s caught between two intense, driving forces pulling him in opposite directions: he wants to believe Aleksi is being serious, his dark, vaguely challenging gaze an invitation to join them, but he’s also deeply ashamed of having been busted while spying on two people (his friends) having sex. 

“I’ll go, I’m - sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to -” 

“Don’t be sorry,” Aleksi interrupts him. Then looks down at Joel below him. “He likes being watched.” 

“I was just going to the bathroom and -” 

“Yeah, yeah, no one believes that,” Aleksi says. “Just come here.” 

Olli’s sure he looks even redder than Joel’s cheeks yet can’t stop himself from complying. He’s loving to see a new angle of Joel, in position and open. Without thinking, he goes behind Joel’s ass, taking the place that used to be Aleksi’s. 

“So you don’t have a preference as to which hole you want Olli to fuck?” Aleksi asks Joel. The knot in Olli’s gut tightens at the question. Joel keens softly and shakes his head. “Okay,” Aleksi says. “Olli’s gonna fuck your asshole while you blow me. The way we said earlier.” 

Joel’s hands go behind him to grab at each cheek; he pulls them open in front of Olli. Olli could come from just seeing this but he wills himself not to be this embarrassing (he’s got his fair share of embarrassment for the day, thank you). 

Hadn’t he been so fucking horny out his mind he would’ve asked them both if they were really sure, if they were serious. If they wanted to talk about this first. But his brain is like obfuscated, it can’t think, it’s letting his dick do whatever it wants. So he shoves it inside Joel. 

It’s warm and tight just like Aleksi described it except it’s ten times better than he imagined it. It’s perfect around his dick, like it was made just for him, and when he starts to move, Joel’s rhythmic groans tell him he’s enjoying himself just as much. His pretty sounds soon cease, however, for Aleksi occupies his obscene mouth with his own length, Joel more than happy to take him in. 

As Olli’s thrusts speed up, Joel’s body ends up being pushed forward. Olli loves how it’s like he’s determining the way Joel is sucking Aleksi off, making him take him deeper and then withdraw with each roll of his hips; he varies his pace just to see it, and he can tell it’s making Joel inpatient but that’s just another reason to love it. 

He grabs Joel’s hair in a fist when he notices he can’t see the detail of his lips around Aleksi’s dick. Aleksi is literally fucking his mouth, rough, thrusting in just like he’s doing, and after a while they’re almost in sync, filling Joel at both ends.  

Olli’s close, he feels it very distinctly. The pleasure inside him keeps growing and growing and there’s no way he’ll be able to hold back. He’s pushed over the edge when Aleksi leans in and pulls him close with a hand behind his neck, kissing him hungrily as they’re both fucking Joel, above him. Joel is stuffed to the base of their cocks at that moment. 

Olli comes and pushes impossibly harder, spilling inside Joel’s hole like it’s supposed to reach inside his stomach. His tongue is down Aleksi’s throat, moaning inside it until he feels it vibrate in turn. Aleksi pulls back, Olli is still riding his high. He vaguely acknowledges Aleksi pulling out of Joel’s mouth and the rest is a blur. 

Olli’s ears are ringing when he recovers. His brain is still mush. He’s let himself fall back onto the couch where they were fucking. 

“You really just had to ask, you know,” Aleksi says, voice way softer than earlier. He’s buttoning his jeans, Joel sitting close to where he’s standing, looking up at him with adoration. “Didn’t have to be sneaky about it.” 

“I’m sorry,” Olli says, his own voice seeming distant at first but it soon feels right again. “I guess it was easier like this.” 

Aleksi smiles with a corner of his mouth. “Fair enough,” he says. “Next time, though, just ask.” 

Olli smiles at him in response. Aleksi is crouching down to kiss Joel on the lips.    

[dcafanficrequests]

Ship: Moondrop x Reader

Prompt: Animatronics vs Humans AU

Includes: TW: Weapon use. Reader uses he/him pronouns Requests are open.

“You.” If only you ate before you left, you would have noticed an enemy approaching. If only, if only. Instead, you snapped your head up to meet the optics of the deadly Moon animatronic. Moon aimed his weapon and the world went dark.

Moon hadn’t expected his enemy to drop as if he’d been shot. He hastily checked his weapon, wondering if he discharged a round but he hadn’t. You dropped on your own. Normally, he’d move on to bigger and better fights. He really shouldn’t have even come on this mission and the band of humans they encountered weren’t looking for a fight. But he was a curious mech and a little concerned about the little guy. He glanced over his shoulder at the “battle” behind him.

There were a few animatronics who wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to run something through the human. He slid down to the human and kicked at him, hoping it would wake him up from whatever this was. But it got him thinking about other problems he’d had lately, one of which the human would probably help him out with.

Moon didn’t take kindly to acting on whims; you can’t make those kinds of mistakes in a fight. But he took the chance and lifted the human up, leaving the scene of battle behind for now.

youYou opened your eyes to feel something, rather someone, on h. You felt a pained pull on your arm. There was a sound of a machine disconnecting and your stomach growled, once again reminding you that you were hungry.

“I know it wasn’t right,” came a gruff apologetic voice, cutting through the haze of your slowly rousing mind, “But I’m no medic. I couldn’t think of any other way to jump start you.”

You’d been given fluids, something you weren’t aware animatronics knew how to do. Moon shoved a half-ration nutrient bar into your confused hands, “You can take care of the rest.” “Why didn’t you kill me?” You blurted out. A great number of other questions swirled in your head but that was the foremost on the list. “You fainted. Ain’t no fight in a downed mech.” Moon sounded incredulous that the human didn’t know this. “’Sides, you aren’t much of a fighter.” It was true, but you felt like you should be a little put out. “Why am I here?” And where is here? But that could be guessed: he was in wherever the animatronics called home. Moon shifted his weight on his pedes, “Well, I’ve got a couple questions after that I don’t mind letting you off.” “You’ll let me go?” You tried to choke back skepticism. He nodded, “If you behave and don’t tell no one.” The cryptic phrase made You shudder. You'd heard terrifying prisoner of war stories but you never thought you’d live through one especially with the comfort of your family a constant presence. But your family wasn’t here.

Your hands searched your clothes for your phone. It was almost like the Moon could sense your rising panic. “I took it away. Finish your food.” And it was just said like a doting mother. I’ve cut off all communication to the outside world except through your voice, now finish your food. “We’ll go as soon as you finish up.” You wished it wasn’t a ration or that it was wrapped, “Is this food safe?” Moon sounded gruff, “I ‘spose so.” “I, will you be okay?” “I think it makes things a little easier for you if my buddies offline me.” You politely took a bite before continuing, “Maybe you should save the rest for someone else.” “Finish that or I’ll make you finish it.” Moon kindness was strange. It wasn’t like you could delay the inevitable any longer so you hastily ate the rest of the food. Moon caught your left wrist before you could say or do more. “Just a precaution,” as he snapped cuffs on you. His voice was gentle but you felt panic threaten to raise the freshly swallowed food from your stomach. You took a deep breath, trying to find some way to keep your body from shaking. But when the animatronic grabbed your waist you couldn’t help but cry out and flinch, curling your legs up defensively, as if that would do anything. “Whoa there little-” Moon search desperately for a word, “buddy?” You gave him a pained look. “Are you injured?” You shook your head quickly but Moon did a quick visual check to confirm. Chances are the human was just scared. He had every right to be, Moon mused to himself. “I promise I won’t hurt you,” Moon hoped his voice was reassuring and less growly, “I just have somethin’ to do with you I can’t do with anyone else.” For some reason, it didn’t relax the human in the slightest, and he thought he was being very un-scary. So, he lifted him up. You would probably sit here all night and never be convinced you wouldn’t get hurt. Admittedly, Moon did look for a fight in humans but he would have killed you already if he wanted that. You still seemed fearful of something else. Moon began to hum and did his best to project reassurance. You gave him a quizzical look but remained quiet and nervous. He snuck in the human through a service entrance and it was the same unguarded entrance he snuck him out of. Not like he couldn’t come up with an excuse but that would mean keeping the human here for a good amount of time.

There were questions animatronics weren’t allowed to ask about the strange home they lived in. Out of all the humans, this one was from a pacifist group. The ones who only fought for self-preservation alone. Humans were pretty chummy with humans so it would be safe to assume they had access to the human network of information. You curled in his arms as he stepped out into the night air. Your face mask kept most of your emotions hidden but Moon could feel you tremble against his servos. It wasn’t until he stepped into the cold outside that you stopped trembling and looked around. “You aren’t…” Moon waited for you to finish your statement but you didn’t so he had to surmise the meaning. “I can’t let you down, you understand, I can’t have you running off.” Honestly, the little guy could run, Moon wanted another crack at chasing him. He put up a good fight. At least the human stopped squirming. “Where are we going?” You finally asked, confused as to why your life and limb were spared from damage. “Eh, just a way.”

((I CANT FIGURE OUT HOW TO POST MORE OF THIS HERE SO IF YOU WANT MORE HIT UP MY AO3 I GUESS))

[ciaossu-imagines]

Admin prompt 12

“Describe yourself how you would describe a character you’re introducing”

I am extremely curious 👀👀

Also I hope no one is bullying you in the asks box! Haven't asked for a bit because I was worried you got overwhelmed.

Att. Saiyuki boys person

Thank you so much for checking on me! You’re so incredibly sweet, my Saiyuki boys anon! (Also, like, bless you and the one other Saiyuki follower I have for helping keep this fandom alive!) I actually only had one more rude message after those first couple I complained about, so I lucked out there. I think, because I addressed them publicly in a separate post, without naming them or publishing their words, they didn’t quite get the attention I’m sure they were after and moved on, which I’m very happy for and I had so many supportive readers, so thank you all once again. And thank you for this really interesting, surprising request, though Goddamn, I admit it’s probably the hardest thing I’ve ever written because when asked to describe myself, I tend to just give basic stats – height, eye and hair colour, visible markings…basically, whatever you’d note down when conducting an autopsy, haha! I have rewritten this countless times and am just saying fuck it, and I’m just going to bore everyone by narrating the last ten to fifteen minutes of my life as if I was writing a scene in a book.

A sudden gust of wind whipped by, blowing her hair all over the place. Oh well, it was messy anyway, hastily whipped up into a bun held in place by a pen when an elastic couldn’t be found quickly enough for her liking. Taking one last draw off her cigarette, eyes taking in the gorgeous blue of the sky as her thoughts wandered, she half-turned and tossed the cigarette into the butt can, dousing it with the bottle of water she kept outside for just that reason. She sighed and allowed herself to bask just a bit longer in the warmth and atmosphere of the day outside as she pulled out her phone and scrolled through the to-do list she’d made for the day yet again. Ticking off the latest completed task, she shook her head and, half-smiling that crooked smile of hers, stood and stretched before heading back inside.

Her feet padded audibly across the floors of her apartment and though she tried to avoid the creaky spot in the floor, she hit it once again, not quite used to her new place enough to have guessed the correct spot. Damn…she hoped she didn’t have neighbours trying to sleep underneath her. Though she was surprisingly light on her feet and quick for both her size and height, she always worried she was making just a bit too much noise when it came to disturbing her neighbours.

Making her way quickly into her  kitchen, with the click of a button she set the coffee going into her favourite mug (chipping now, but she hated to throw it out – who knew when she’d find another Inigo Montoya mug, after all?). Her thoughts seemed to be going a million miles a minute, so many ideas and plots and stories whooshing around without rhyme or reason, and she groaned, lifting a hand to rub at her tired eyes, pushing her glasses up into her mess of dark hair. She should probably clean those while she waited, honestly, and she reached up to pull the thick-rimmed tortoiseshell frames from their perch before giving them an almost thoughtless, habitual wipe with the bottom edge of the baggy, stained, ripped but incredibly comfortable Nirvana hoodie that was always her go-to on writing days.

The coffee shut off and she prepared to add in the usual, swinging herself up on the little pink stool in the kitchen to reach the cupboard where she kept the creamer and sugar. It seemed that no matter where she lived, kitchens just really weren’t built for short people. Even standing on tiptoes, she was just barely able to reach the second shelf of the upper cupboards…God, someday, she swore she’d have enough money to buy a place and have the kitchen custom built for people five feet and under. See how all those tall people struggled then!

Her feet knew just where to go though, after she tossed the spoon in the sink, and with coffee in hand, she headed back to her desk and the computer. A click of the mouse brought the word document back up onto the screen and her brown eyes scanned the sentences already typed onto the page. Small, broad hands, stubby fingered, with nails kept almost brutally short but brightly polished (chipping – she’d have to redo that before work tomorrow) settled onto the keyboard. Please let me find all the words this time, all the sentences to get my thoughts properly to all of them, she prayed before the air was filled with the sound of keystrokes, fast and forceful.