#i might have to stop answering the 'what if character does x' prompts

[nocturne-of-illusions]

Again not a request though but… imagine if Ange Ushiromiya encounters Heather Mason from Silent Hill 3.

i feel like they'd have quite a bit in common! though because they're both so snarky in their own slightly different ways, i'm not sure they'd get along very well lmao, at least not as teens or young adults. maybe they could meet on equal footing after taking the time to work through their trauma.

[spectersgirl]

what if harvey specter’s wife worked from home and has a last minute work emergency, so harvey had to take their daughter to work? hope that made sense 😭.

I loved this prompt! I changed it eeeever so slightly but it doesn't affect the overall product. I'm working on making these longer which does mean that it'll take me longer between posts but I'm hoping length makes up for it?? Or maybe this is too long. Idk. I've been writing it for daysssss. I think I don't love the end quarter or so, but I wanted to get it out there. Also I decided to name the daughter, I'm not sure how I feel about doing that versus just using Y/D/N so let me know what you all think? I'd use a different name each time I wrote something with a daughter in it so that it doesn't feel like a series or the same character in different universes.

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Work with Dad

Harvey Specter x Reader (except you're barely in it lol)

You rolled over at the sound of your phone buzzing incessantly on the nightstand, fumbling for it and answering sleepily.

"Hello? Oh shit, okay I'm on my way." Immediately, you got up and began rushing around to get ready.

"Who's that?" Harvey mumbled, having woken up to your call.

"Work, there's an emergency and I have to go take care of it. I know you have to work but, I can't take Olivia with me to the restaurant and my parents work today... Do you think you could bring her with you?"

Harvey sighed, knowing you were right. It would be easier for him to bring the four-year-old with him to his office as opposed to the very high-end restaurant you ran. Normally on the days you worked away from the house Olivia was in preschool, but today wasn't a school day for her.

"Yeah, that's fine. I have a pretty easy day today, and it's been a while since she's seen everyone anyway." He said, getting out of bed himself and heading to take a shower.

You quickly yelled to him before you left, thanking him for taking one for the team.

Once Harvey finished his shower, he pulled a suit from the closet and put the dress shirt and pants on, opting to leave his suit jacket off for now, knowing he'd likely have to do some wrangling of a certain toddler. As he had this thought, tiny footsteps sounded down the hall toward the bedroom.

"Hi Daddy" Said the tiny voice of his daughter as she ran toward him, arms in the air.

"Good morning princess! How'd you sleep?" He asked, lifting her with ease and kissing her cheek.

"Good, where's Mama?" She asked, knowing the two of you normally got ready together each morning. She was pretty damn smart for her age, and Harvey knew this fact would get him into trouble someday.

"Mama had to go take care of something at work, but guess what? You get to spend the day with Daddy at the firm!" He told her excitedly, raising his eyebrows.

Olivia was hesitant at first, she didn't know exactly what it was that her dad did every day, but she saw him on his computer a lot, and that didn't seem very exciting to her. She was about to protest this, but then she remembered some of her most favorite people worked with her dad.

"Can we see Mike and Rachel?" She asked.

Harvey laughed, nodding.

"And Donna?"

"And Donna." He confirmed with a smile. "You wanna get dressed so we can go see them?"

Immediately, she began squirming to get down from his grasp. Harvey obliged, following the girl to her room to help her pick out an outfit. She eventually elected for her favorite pink dress with flowers, and Harvey approved, finding her a pair of shoes to match.

A short while later, Harvey and Olivia were headed up to the Pearson Specter offices. She couldn't stop talking about how excited she was to see everyone, and Harvey had to keep reminding her that they had work to do and that they might not be able to be with her as much as she had hoped. Harvey had packed a day's worth of activities in a backpack to keep the little girl occupied in his office, and hopefully out of everyone else's business.

The elevator doors opened, and Olivia nearly pulled Harvey's arm out of the socket trying to get to her favorite people as fast as she could. He scooped her up into his arms, foiling her plans. She adorably crossed her arms in frustration, making Harvey chuckle as he walked toward his office.

"We just have to drop our stuff off in Dad's office first, then we can go see your friends, okay baby?"

She agreed, understanding that the quicker she cooperated, the quicker she got what she wanted.

Harvey put all their stuff down in a small pile on the couch in his office, telling himself he'd deal with it later. He knew Donna wouldn't be in for a little longer as he was earlier today than he normally was, but Mike and Rachel were more than likely already hard at work.

"Alright princess, wanna go see Mike?"

Her eyes went so wide Harvey thought they'd pop out of her head. He laughed and opened his door, pointing down the hall and following as she ran ahead of him. She nearly missed his door she was going so fast, but stopped herself when she noticed him seated at his desk.

"Knock before you go in, Liv" Harvey reminded the girl, grinning when her tiny fist tapped the glass of Mike's office door.

He looked up, not seeing her at first and waving Harvey in and looking back down at his stack of papers.

"You're in early, something wrong?" "MIKE!!!" Olivia yelled, startling the junior partner before realizing what was going on.

"Livi! How's my favorite Specter?" He asked, getting out of his chair to lift her into a bear hug.

She giggled uncontrollably until he set her back down.

"Well, I'd be offended but she happens to be pretty cool, so I'll let you have that." Harvey said, grinning as he watched his daughter run in circles around Mike's office while he chased her. There wasn’t much space in the junior partner's office, so the chase didn’t last very long.

"Where's Rachel?" Olivia wondered out loud. Mike kneeled down to her level.

"Rachel has school in the mornings, so she won't be here for a little bit longer." Mike explained, but this only confused her further.

"But... isn't Rachel a grown-up?" She asked, making Harvey and Mike smile.

"She's in law school, baby. Some grown-ups go to extra school so they can do their special jobs. Daddy went to law school too, and Mama went to business school and cooking school." Harvey explained.

“Did Mike to go extra school?” Olivia asked

Harvey and Mike share a look before looking back at Olivia.

“Mike’s a long story.” Harvey said.

Olivia seemed to be satisfied, or she stopped caring about his answer. Either way, she nodded and continued laughing and playing with Mike while her dad stood off to the side, only a little offended that she hardly even remembered he was still standing there.

He looked down at his watch, noting the time and figuring Donna was probably at her desk by now.

"Liv, do you want to go see if we can find Donna?" Harvey asked, and the little girl screamed like she was at a Taylor Swift show, jumping up and down with pure glee.

"Did she get this excited to see me?" Mike asked. Harvey chuckled, shaking his head.

"Not even close, sorry Mike. C'mon kid, let's go" Harvey said, lifting Olivia high in the air and onto his shoulders, holding tightly as he walked.

"Oh Donna, I have a surprise for you," Harvey said over the sounds of his daughter's laughter.

"Well, I wonder what the surprise could be! Hmmm, is it a pony? Oh a pony wouldn’t fit in the elevator… Maybe you should give me a hint." She said facetiously, acting as if she had no idea Olivia was there.

"It's me!" Olivia yelled, unable to keep the ‘surprise’ of her presence in any longer.

"Oh it’s Olivia! Hi beautiful! That’s a way better surprise than a pony!" Donna exclaimed. "How'd you get so lucky to come to work with your dad?"

"Her mama had a work emergency so daddy got to take her in with him, huh Liv?" Harvey explained, and Donna nodded in understanding.

Olivia nodded, smiling down at both Donna and her dad, still up high on his shoulders. She reached her arms toward Donna, so Harvey lowered her to the floor. Donna quickly scooped her up and placed her on her hip, giving the girl hugs and exaggerated cheek kisses.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, who let you get so big?”

Olivia pointed at Harvey, smiling happily.

“Umm no ma’am, I specifically told you to stop growing, if it were up to me you’d still be my tiny little baby.” Harvey said, poking her side playfully. She giggled, pushing his hands away with her tiny ones.

"Have you had fun so far Livi?" Donna asked, and Olivia smiled and nodded profusely.

"I ran down the hall soooo fast and Mike chased me in his office and then me and Daddy found you!"

"Wow Olivia! That sounds like a really cool morning!" A voice said from behind. Everyone turned to see none other than Jessica strutting down the hall.

Harvey knew Jessica wouldn’t particularly love the idea of his four year old daughter hanging around in his office all day, but he also knew there was nothing else he could do. He was a parent above anything else, so he was going to do what he had to do.

“Livi, do you remember Jessica?” Harvey asked.

Olivia nodded, a bright smile on her face.

“It’s great to see you again cutie” Jessica said with a smile of her own.

“Look I know you’re probably mad but-“

“Harvey relax, I’m not mad. Just as long as she doesn’t get into anything she shouldn’t, she's welcome here." Jessica stated, easing Harvey's mind. He nodded in understanding and watched as she walked back to her office.

"Alright Liv, I've got some work to do in my office and I brought you some fun stuff to do while I work. Maybe later we can come back out and see Donna if she's not too busy, alright?"

Olivia huffed in disappointment, but she knew better than to fight with her dad. He placed his hands out to grab her from Donna, who regrettably handed her over. She had known the little girl since before she was even born, and she loved her like she was her own blood.

Harvey was actually able to get some work done, and Olivia enjoyed her time coloring in her coloring books and playing with the toys her dad had packed for her. Soon enough, she was hungry for lunch and Harvey took her into the kitchen to retrieve the lunchable he had brought her. Eventually, she grew tired and ready for her nap. When Harvey looked over at his couch after a suspiciously long period of silence, he saw her fast asleep. He smiled, standing and taking his suit jacket off, draping it over her small frame. She napped this way for about an hour, and when she woke up, she was overjoyed to learn that Rachel had finally come to the office.

"Rachel!!!" Olivia yelled in the doorway of Rachel's office, and she was quick to run in for a hug.

"Livi! Hi cutie! I heard you were here today, I couldn't wait to get done with school so I could see you!" Rachel said as she scooped the little girl up for a big hug. Olivia wrapped her arms around Rachel's neck happily.

"Do you have fun at big girl school?" Olivia asked.

"Law school is very different from normal school, so it's a lot harder, but it's what I love doing so that makes it fun!" Rachel explained.

"Do you get to color there?"

"No, theres no coloring. There's lots of reading and talking to other students and learning though!"

"I think I like my school better, we get to color and play and sing!"

This made Rachel laugh, and nod her head.

"Keep it that way as long as you can girly." Rachel said.

"Liv, it's almost time to go home. You wanna come say goodbye to everyone?" Harvey interrupted from the doorway.

Olivia nodded sadly, crossing the room to take her father's outstretched hand.

"Bye Rachel, have fun in big girl school."

"I will, bye Livi"

Harvey led her back through the office, stopping at everyone's offices so she could say her goodbyes, stopping at Donna's desk last. She gave the red-haired woman the biggest hug she could, Donna was her most favorite person after all.

When Olivia got home, she was thrilled to find her mom was there waiting for her and Harvey with dinner in the oven. She couldn't resist telling her mother about every last detail of her thrilling day at her dad's job.

"Well that's exciting! It sounds like you were a good little employee for daddy" You mused, looking up at Harvey with a grin.

"She's the best damn paralegal I've ever had. Might just have to hire her" Harvey joked.

"Does that mean I have to go to big girl school? That sounds really not fun."

You and Harvey laughed.

"Baby, if you don't want to go to big girl school we can talk about that when you're older." You reassured.

"You think with that attitude she has she won't want to be a lawyer like her old man?" Harvey said, smirking.

"Oh, she'll want to be in debate before she hits high school."

[verysium]

blu lock top artists on Spotify??? i need your thoughts on it

anon you had me pulling up my spotify playlists and browsing through the entirety of genius.com for three hours straight. i'm going to tweak this prompt a little bit and include specific songs that best represent them since it's easier for me to explain that way.

RIN

the fanon answer for this is chase atlantic. while their songs do encapsulate parts of his personality (mostly the edgy teenager and disillusioned youth persona), i feel like this choice does not do his full character justice.

the canon answer for this is king gnu, more specifically the song "prayer x." i can picture this since rin seems like the type to enjoy alternative rock/indie, but the fact that it's the ending theme to banana fish is what gets to me. like...do you see yourself in ash or something? i hope you don't cus it doesn't end well. that anime had me bawling my eyes out for months, and i still can't think about it without breaking down again.

furthermore, the lyrics and music video to this song are very cryptic and borderline nihilistic. for example, "hiding behind this nonchalant smile" and "my life's spark will wink out of existence." i feel like this speaks volumes about rin's mental health and internal thought process. he obviously does not process his emotions normally and instead represses them. he also struggles with the idea of finding a purpose in what is otherwise a cyclical routine with no end. he's worried and, quite frankly, afraid that if he ever stops pursuing his dream, everything will come crumbling down, and he will have to face all the demons he's avoided for so long. the main theme here is that he cannot face his reality (the fact that sae's dream is not his own.) so he does everything in order to escape this fact even if it ultimately destroys him.

from my own playlists, i'd assign him the following songs/artists:

"beautiful boy" by john lennon

this is a love letter to baby rin. i feel like he would've enjoyed this song as either a lullaby or something he listened to on car rides to the beach during summer vacations. he probably still listens to this when it's raining outside or he's had a bad day. reminds him of his childhood and the good parts of it.

"the love club" by lorde

this is something pre-teen rin listened to. the irony is spot-on, and i feel like the lyrics would be relevant during a time when he was going through his rebellious phase and fully fleshing out his place in society. in this instance, the club would metaphorically be wherever his brother is at, whether that's the guys sae meets in spain or the group of football players considered "top-notch" in japan. everything is about finding a place in this club/clique in an effort to become free and differentiate himself from others. the only problem is that rin ironically loses his freedom because he tries so hard to be among the best. he signs his life away in pursuit of a dream, and it's something that now defines him.

"the only problem i got with the club / is how you're severed from the people / who watched you grow up"

this lyric in particular could apply to either one of the itoshi brothers. it's one of the caveats that comes with fame. you gain everything, but you lose everything before that. both of the itoshis likely experienced some amount of separation from their loved ones, including each other. also lorde's vocals are beautiful as always, so there's no reason not to include this song.

"howlin' 404" by DEAN

the production for this song is on point. the intro has a segment from a 1930s american horror radio program which is fitting because rin canonically watches horror movies. i think this song is something rin might listen to during cold autumns or midnights when he just can't sleep.

lyrically, there is the motif of a time loop which is also present in "prayer x." rin's character itself just has this connection with the raw grittiness of existentialism and this idea of repeating days without purpose. (in fact, he would make a great psychological thriller lead.) rin is also a control freak. if he lets one loose end go, it will unravel the entire thing. that matches up with the idea of "killing me softly." rin would rather prolong his pain than have it ripped from him all at once and leave him with nothing. i find this in a lot of people in real life too. even if your trauma wasn't good for you, it sometimes becomes the only thing you truly own. it's like that one quote from bojack horseman. "if i don't, that means that all the damage i got isn't good damage, it's just damage." rin feels like he has something to prove, and if he fails, all his suffering would've been for nothing.

"moonchild" by RM

i may be a bit biased since i love the mono mixtape, and i've written a rin fic about celestial bodies, but....this song just fits him. there's also a remarkable similarity with the lyrics of the previous songs i've listed. i'm just going to list a few:

"smiling in endless pain / you know / there's no freedom when you say freedom out loud"

one thing i love about RM is that he doesn't shy away from character flaws. he writes songs specifically for those who are always picked last, who aren't remarkable in any way, who feel weighed down by their normality. he gives them their spotlight and due diligence. for example, the entirety of the chorus is a repeat of "moonchild, you shine." i find this interesting since it's usually the sun that shines. but the sun is already sae, and rin is relegated to being the moon. yet even though the moon doesn't have its own light (it merely reflects the sun), it still shines bright in the darkness. rin doesn't know it yet, but he himself is a big role model for others such as isagi, his fans, and people just like him. so yeah....i'd take this song as a message of hope for future rin.

SAE

the fanon answer is lana del rey, and i would agree to a certain extent. under the right circumstances, he could become one of those dreamy, emotionally stunted, and tired men you guys all lust over. if y/n ever wrote a romantic song about him, it would be either "west coast" (for the spanish influences) or "art deco" (for the vibes.)

the headcanon answer is nothing. i don't think he listens to music much. even if he did, it would be probably classical/instrumental or just white noise for his long flights. i imagine him listening to erik satie's "gymnopédie no. 3" on a train ride or something.

from my own playlists, i'm going to give him these songs/artists:

"remind me" by röyksopp

i don't know how to explain this, but this song gives a bittersweet sense of nostalgia. think early 2000s when the TV footage was still grainy and had retro graphics. you're carrying around your mini mp3 player whilst wandering through the airport and wondering how the hell you even ended up there. that's the general ambience of this song.

lyrically, the song also matches well with sae. i'm going to give you a few examples:

"it's only been a week / the rush of being home in rapid fading"

again, this is a tribute to the disconnection sae feels from his home. he goes everywhere, but he belongs nowhere. when he finally returns to japan, he finds himself missing spain. when he's in madrid, he thinks about the ocean back in kamakura. there never is a place that truly fills that gaping hole in his chest. i also feel like sae experiences FOMO on a whole other level. he constantly feels like something is wrong/missing and he's not doing enough.

"brave men tell the truth / the wise man's tools are analogies and puzzles"

the idea here is that though sae is blunt with his words, he is a coward with his intentions/true feelings. he can brutally call out someone without hesitation, but to actually reveal his own truths and motives? he'd rather shrivel up in a hole and die. this is especially applicable to love. to him, a wise man is someone who doesn't open his heart up easily. instead, he hints at his feelings, and whether or not you can figure that out is on you. sae hates it when others play games with him. it's where his hypocrisy lies. he demands straightforward honesty from others, but he himself will unintentionally play games with you if it means he can hide himself behind his walls.

"a woman holds her tongue / knowing silence will speak for her"

this is the closest you guys are ever going to get to sae itoshi's ideal type. he loves people who don't need to say something for him to believe it. they just get it. your silence is automatically enough for him to know that you love him. similarly, you don't even need to speak a word to understand what he's feeling.

"night shift" by lucy dacus

this song is sae if he was that one ex-boyfriend who really fucked you up emotionally, and you never got over him even though you said you did. now that i think about it, the story could be told from either POV. this could be sae trying to erase you from his mind, or it could also be you post-breakup.

"you've got a 9 to 5 / so i'll take the night shift / and i'll never see you again / if i can help it"

i know this one lyric caused controversy all over tiktok, so i'm going to add my own interpretation. at face value, this is exactly what it says it is. sae doesn't want to see you again, nor do you. he's willing to go out of his way just to avoid you, and truthfully he would. when sae finds himself in trouble, he doesn't look for something new to fix him. instead, he cuts everything off and subtracts anything that is deadweight. if you're out of his life, then you're out of his life. he's not coming back for you (or at least that's what he says to convince himself). same thing with rin. he knows he hurt rin, but he's not going to go back and try to make it right. he's going to move on and try to justify his actions every step of the way. one day, rin will move on too, and then sae would have been right all along. (unfortunately, that is not the way things work, but that's a lesson for another time.)

the alternative interpretation is that y/n is the other woman. this could be literal as in sae already has someone else in his life, and he only sees you at night. you're only ever going to be the night shift. it could also be metaphorical as in you're merely a distraction in the grand scheme of things. you're the mistress, but football is his wife if that makes sense. his career will always take precedence.

"you get me so high" by the neighborhood

this song is all the words sae wished he said to rin but never did. it made me cry because everything would have been so different if they had just set aside their pride and truthfully sought each other out.

"hope you don't regret it / i pushed a lot back but i can't forget it"

repressing feelings seems to be a recurring issue with the itoshi brothers. like....maybe if i just push it out of sight, it will also go out of mind. and at its core, this all stems from fear. fear of facing the consequences, the hypotheticals, the terrifying realization that you did something you regret and there really is no turning back from it. but realistically, if you think about it, a lot of this is the byproduct of overthinking. sometimes the situation isn't as complicated as we might make it out to be. sometimes an apology doesn't fix everything, but it's a proposition to be something more, an attempt at a solution. but sae and rin are so blindsided by their own internal turmoil that they cannot see this.

"for a long time i took it all for granted / i really thought we had it / but at the time it was more than i could manage"

ah....the "taking for granted" part. i could ramble on about that for hours. i think it really is some sort of self-fulfilling prophecy that we never miss something until it's gone. and in a way, it's not something that we can always control. the value you assign to a person/object when you have it is going to be fundamentally different from the value you assign to it when it's no longer in your grasp. that's how scarcity works. something with a limited supply is always going to be worth more. the vice versa works as well. you might yearn after something but then throw it away the moment you finally have it and grow tired of it. this sort of dilemma that comes with appreciation is so common i really wouldn't blame the itoshi brothers for what they did. it is immensely difficult to know when you're going to lose something or when you need to let it go. and sometimes it's hard to be constantly grateful for what you have because many of us are wired to want something more. tbh that's what makes the itoshis relatable.

"if we can leave it all behind us / and meet in between"

now sae would never say this unless he himself had actually reflected on what happened and fully processed it. but maybe in the future, they could set aside their differences and reach out to each other. (this is how i cope)

"but i just had to let you know / i never meant to hurt you, though / i had all my motives / i didn't know they wouldn't mix with your emotions / i just had to reach my goals / never knew i'd meet you though"

that's the thing with personal ambition. sometimes you get so caught up in yourself, you forget all about others. and this isn't really selfishness, or at least intentional selfishness. it just sort of happened that way. you never meant to hurt them, but you still somehow did.

"we should stick together / you're my best friend / i'll love you forever"

yeah....this line was the one that did it for me. something about the dysfunctional sibling dynamic just eats away at my insides. like....i could've loved you, we could've been so much together, but why aren't we? what we have isn't hate, but it isn't the love i know and crave either.

"we could be the greatest / it doesn't matter if we're never rich or famous"

ok but if rin ever heard this leave sae's lips, i think all of his trauma would just be magically healed. he just wants his brother to see him. like fully see him and love him. but alas, what is blue lock without angst, am i right?

"love in the dark" by adele

now i don't think sae would ever listen to adele, but the lyrics are just too fitting. i was going to write a fic on this, but it's going to have to ferment a bit in the drafts for now. basically this is the entire rin/sae traumatic scene but as a melodramatic torch song with adele's heavenly vocals.

"take your eyes off of me so i can leave / i'm far too ashamed to do it with you watching me"

um...this is literally sae's internal monologue??? i feel like letting go of things is something both the itoshi brothers struggle with. their lives are constantly pulling them in different directions, and eventually they become numb to it all. they don't form any strong attachment to anything besides football because that's the one thing that won't change for them. in a way, this is necessary for their character development (in the sense that they need to discern for themselves what to keep and what to let go), but it also destroys any sense of belonging they might have (hence why they feel lonely.)

"don't try to change my mind / i'm being cruel to be kind"

sae would definitely say this. like word for word. if only he wasn't a vague dumbass with no communication skills.

"i can't love you in the dark / it feels like we're oceans apart"

this is literally their dynamic in one lyric. there is the physical distance, and then there's the emotional distance.

"we're not the only ones, / i don't regret a thing / every word i've said, / you know i'll always mean"

this sort of reminds me when sae said that the world is huge, and there's so many players way better than him out there. i think spain really gave him a reality check, and he grew angry at rin when rin couldn't understand his disillusionment.

"everything changed me / and i don't think you can save me"

adele sort of echoes this softly at the end of the song. i feel like sae would do that too. he wouldn't admit his own insecurities until the very end, and only then does the truth come out.

"i'll sleep when i'm older" by bruno major

this is sae when he's older and fully mature, preferably after he meets you. he finally decides to damn it all and do what he wants.

"conversations with elders and the wisdom they bring ... / the view from an aeroplane at twelve thousand feet"

sae views things that previously annoyed him in a new light. he used to hate his elders, but he visited you and your mother once, and something changed within him. now he calls his parents more often, and his eyes linger on the old couples near the park benches. sometimes, his gaze softens just a bit when he imagines the two of you growing old just like them.

flights used to be a mundane part of his routine, but now he finds himself leaning over your window seat to see the mountains down below. the clouds and sunny weather set him aglow. and you just look so pretty when you fall asleep on his shoulder. he doesn't ever want this change.

"meet god on a mountain top along with the stars / find love somewhere, anywhere / fall deep from the start"

sae used to avoid love, but now he's running at it full-force. people tend to shy away from making sae a romantic because it seems too ooc. however, in the right situation, i think sae could entirely abandon his previous ideals and become someone else entirely. (that's why it's called a character evolution guys.)

"misplace my mind and follow my heart"

again, if you're able to make sae lose all rationality and let his heart guide him instead, then you've really done something. kudos to you for penetrating the walls of the coldest asshole known to mankind.

"i'll be a firework, not a flickering flame / treat life all around me like a one-player game"

this one lyric applies both to younger and older sae. younger sae is someone unafraid of risking it all if it means he can achieve something worthwhile. it doesn't matter how many players he has to defeat, how many people he has to leave behind. in this world, it is just him and the goal he has to accomplish.

however, after he's mellowed out after a few years (i'd say around middle age), he probably reinterprets this as something else. he's not going to constrain himself to his tunnel vision anymore. there's so much more to life than that.

"i'll go to the party and forget all the names / should it climb back to haunt me, / it ends all the same"

sae finally lets himself live the life he never thought he'd have. he does stupid things like get drunk and make a fool of himself. but you're there for him, so he doesn't really care. in fact, he can finally say that for the first time in a long time....he's having fun.

KAISER

the fanon answer is the weeknd. i'm not going to lie, i completely agree with this one. i saw this one edit of him to "party monster," and i can say i have been fully enlightened and converted. however, this is not just about a toxic male manipulator anthem. it's much more than that.

this is about running away from the ugliest parts of yourself, becoming a slave to your vices, knowing you're broken somewhere and you can never fix it. i would say his character is most similar to "starboy" in the fact that he literally flaunts everything he has to hide the fact that deep down inside, he really has nothing else to hold onto. "starboy" is all about the status symbol (money, red lamborghinis, glass table girls turning into ebony table girls lol). but at the end of the day, he doesn't really have anything except an empty heart and a satirical quip for all those who made him famous. the same theme applies to "the morning" and "house of balloons."

in the romantic sense, i think "don't break my heart" would represent kaiser. and no, this is not a justification for him being an f-boy. it's more so an exploration of why people might think he is an f-boy. i do not condone his actions, but i do try to understand them. in particular, i feel like the lyrics of "sacrifice" also fit him well.

"i was born in a city / where the winter nights don't ever sleep / so this life's always with me / the ice inside my veins will never bleed"

i headcanon kaiser as being born in either berlin or munich. and if you don't know anything about those two places, just know that you freeze your ass off during wintertime. i think it's interesting how his past could be intrinsically tied with a place, and he takes a piece of his past self with him wherever he goes. the ice in veins part also made me think about how kaiser would rather freeze up every weakness within himself than let them run free and make him human.

"every time you try to fix me / i know you'll never find that missing piece"

guys...did you hear that? to all you delusional people out there, this is your service announcement. you cannot fix someone who does not want to be fixed. write that down and memorize it. all meaningful change starts with a shift in mindset, and if they themselves are not in the right headspace to recognize that something is wrong and actively want to change, you're not going to get anywhere. so yeah....kaiser is not going to change unless HE starts doing the changing.

"i hold you through the toughest parts / when you feel like it's the end / 'cause life is still worth living"

i think this lyric sort of explores kaiser's dynamic with ness. on one front, he is the one picking ness up from his miserable past and instilling a sense of hope into him (intentionally or not.) but on another front, this could also be a problem. kaiser is almost forcefully optimistic in the way that he believes anything is possible. it has to be possible because there can be no other way. but the thing is.....you have to know your limits sometimes. blind optimism is, ironically, similar to cornering yourself.

"i can break you down and pick you up / and fuck like we are friends / but don't be catching feelings"

this is definitely the type of bullshit kaiser would spew. i could picture a fwb or situationship with him where y/n just constantly receives the short end of the stick. now this may be reaching, but i also feel like this is how kaiser projects his own trauma onto others. he himself clawed his way up to the top and put himself back together every time he fell down. the problem is that he also expects you to be that resilient. he's going to treat you badly because you're supposed to be like him: someone who can overcome everything and strive towards the impossible.

the headcanon answer to his top artist would be keshi. in particular, i think kaiser would fit the vibe of "2 soon" and "drunk." long story short, you finally broke up with him, and he's still reeling from the impact.

within my fics, i envision a dialogue between kaiser and y/n from each one of their perspectives. so based on that, i'm going to assign him the following songs/artists:

"gibson girl" by ethel cain

i know i said earlier that kaiser's character is not solely about toxic manipulation, but you have to understand that all bad habits originate from somewhere. kaiser is innately self-destructive, and he brings you down along with him. this song is about that but from y/n's perspective. there's this idea of trying to find agency in a situation where you have none. i don't have the word count to explain ethel cain lore in all of its naked glory, but all i can say is that this song is a banger and deals with themes like femininity as a performance, finding power in pain, religious motifs, etc.

"glory box" by portishead

this song is y/n's last plea to kaiser before they fully give up on him and leave. i'm also a sucker for anything that involves an exploration of gender dynamics and what it means to be a woman, and this song is riddled with it.

"suffocation" by crystal castles

this is kaiser post-isagi defeat (cue that one scene where he was trying to choke himself.) similar to sae, it's all or nothing with him. he suffers from this feeling of inferiority. everyone made him out to be this great figure of impossible dreams and legends, but look at him now. he's nothing. aren't you disappointed? he had you fooled, but he also fooled himself. so yeah....kaiser is definitely the most self-deprecating out of all of the boys at blue lock.

ISAGI

the fanon answer is laufey, and i also agree. he's so sweet, and laufey's music just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. he would also be that one love that came creeping up on you when you least expected it. "valentine" would be the song for that. i picture a reader who's had a series of unfortunate breakups and is right on the edge of giving up entirely. but then isagi comes along, and it's just so easy to love him. as easy as breathing. and then you think maybe it wasn't so bad after all. you just never found the right one until he came into your life. furthermore, isagi is a jazz pop princess, and you can't convince me otherwise.

the headcanon answer is IU. more specifically, i would say "troll" from her lilac album. i feel like even if you and isagi broke up, it would still be like you two never broke up at all. you're both on good terms, and even though you know it's counterproductive to keep cycling back to each other, you do it anyways. and it's okay because you're both still in love.

from my own playlists, i would assign the following songs/artists:

"winter bear" by v

this is my comfort song. it feels like those big sherpa blankets you tuck yourself under when you're lying next to the heater in winter. isagi would kiss your forehead and nuzzle your nose before you two drifted off to sleep.

"a boy named pluto" by hailey knox

this one is so romantic lol. i also like the dynamic where one party is afraid to love, but the other person loves them unconditionally. that would be isagi. he'd respect your decision and wait for you as long as you need it. but if you're ever ready to give him a chance, just know that he's going to treasure all of you.

"put your records on" by ritt momney

the inspiring thing about isagi is that he never lets anyone put him down. he takes rejection as redirection, failure as room for improvement. and in that way, i think this song encapsulates his resilience. he'd be such a good boyfriend not just romantically but in the way that he would literally pick you back up to your feet, dust you off, and make sure everything was alright.

"fairy of shampoo" by dosii

i picture isagi as someone who falls first and falls harder. he just loves you so much, and he doesn't even need a reason why. i saw somewhere that sometimes you don't love someone because they're your soulmate/twin flame/supernaturally fated other. you love them because you consciously made the decision to. isagi is like that. he loves you on purpose.

helppp why does this sound like an academic paper...i'm sorry anon. i got carried away with this, but i hope u like it.

[forever-rogue]

eeeeeeeeeee!!!!! bee if you write for Javi sunshine G, I was thinking about him and a shy reader where they’re both fools in love who don’t know the other is in love and this cute prompt I saw the other day

when you are nervous and avoiding eye contact with your crush or lover and they suddenly stand closer to you and whisper, "look at me."

because if Javi G did that I would pass out, his puppy eyes are too much 😭

AN | Oh yes, he is absolute sunshine and this called for a love confession 🥰❤️

Pairing | Javi  Gutierrez x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | PP Characters, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You’re being ridiculous,” you were looking between Javi and the garment bag he was excitedly displaying to you. You didn’t even have to see the name on the bag to know it was outrageously expensive. That was Javi though, he never went halfway on anything or spared any expense.

“I am always ridiculous,” he stated simply as though he completely missed the point of your statement, “but this is for you. And it’s rude to refuse a gift.”

“Under normal circumstances I would agree,” you tore your gaze away from his in the mirror and turned around to face him directly, “but this is…I can’t accept this, Javi. It probably cost more than what I make in a month.”

“It does not matter,” he refused to take no for an answer and push the bag into your hands, “it is a birthday -”

“My birthday isn’t for weeks-”

“An early birthday present,” he scoffed playfully, putting a finger under your chin and turning your face towards his, “which you will wear to your birthday party.”

“Birthday party?!” your mouth dropped open, “Javi - no.”

“Javi yes,” he insisted with that big, sweet smile that you adored almost more than anything, “it is already happening - it is all planned. All you have to do is come.”

“You’re doing too much for me,” you softened slightly at his insistence, “are you sure about all of this?”

"Of course I am," he put the sleek, silky bag into your hands and turned you around to look into the mirror. He put his hands on your shoulders and stood right up behind you, "and you will stop arguing with me. Si?"

"Si," your entire body felt like it was on fire when your gaze caught his and he offered you a sweet smile, "gracias, Javi."

"Anything for you, sweet girl," he pressed a kiss to the side of your head and your legs felt like they were turning to jelly from the tender gesture, "I must get back to work, but you will join me for dinner later, yes?"

"I couldn't refuse even if I wanted to," you shook your head affectionately at the man, "so yes, I'll be joining you."

"I'll text you the details later," he grinned happily before turning to leave your office. Before he could duck out the door, he waved eagerly. You returned the wave and laughed as you listened to him whistle his way down the hall.

It wasn't long before Coco, your friend and coworker, knocked on the door before popping into your office. She was all bright eyes and smiles as she pointed at the garment bag, "that man is in love with you!"

You almost choked on your water and ended up having a small coughing fit at her words. You felt your cheeks grow hot but shook your head, "definitely not. You know Javi, that's just how he is."

"Javi is generous," she agreed, "but not 'drop an exorbitant amount of money on a custom made dress on just anyone' generous."

"Custom made?" your heart sank further into your stomach just imagining the price tag.

"Yes! That design house only makes customs," she gushed and went over to the bag, looking between you and the zipper she was desperate to pull, "he might as well propose already. Imagine that engagement ring!"

"We're not even dating," you groaned. You'd imagined it plenty of times but knew that it would never be your reality. It wasn't like that with Javi, and you'd never have the courage to ask him out, "besides, it's not about the money."

"I know that, and so does he," she insisted, "he's a good man but also generous. The two are not mutually exclusive. He likes to spoil so let him."

"Coco-"

"Please let me see the dress," you almost gave into her big, puppy dog eyes, "pleaseeeee."

"Not a chance," you shook your head in amusement, "you'll just have to wait and see it-"

"At the birthday party Javi's throwing for you," she finished and you snorted in amusement, "he's already sent the invites and I've already RSVP'd!"

"Dios mio."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You held your breath as you studied your reflection in the mirror. There was no way that girl was you. And yet…when you met her eyes, it was you. You'd done your hair and makeup to your liking and then put on the dress from Javi. And it…definitely looked like it was made for you. Well - it was, but still. It was incredible.

It was your favorite color, fitted just how you like it, just long enough to not be inappropriate and highlighted all the things you loved about yourself. It was…magical. It fit like a glove and made you feel amazing. You wished you never had to take it off again. Luckily, you also had the perfect shoes to match. It all felt like some sort of magical fairytale. 

You’d gone to Javi’s house to change before the party, and even he hadn’t seen you just yet. You could hear the buzz from all the people downstairs, and knew that the party was in full swing. Javi really had gone all out, and the idea that he had done all of this for you made butterflies practically explode in your stomach. 

When you knew that you couldn’t stall any longer, you steadied your nerves as best as you could before leaving the room. As soon as you took the first step out of the guest room, you were stopped by some of Javi’s staff, gushing over how wonderful you looked. You were just trying not to let it all go to your head. 

You headed downstairs and outside to the courtyard, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, but it really was no use. As soon as one person spotted, they began to cheer and the rest of the guests followed suit. Well. So much for a quiet entrance. 

But none of that seemed to matter because the only person that you saw in the sea of others was Javi. You had managed to spot him easily and effortlessly across the space, watching his entire face light up. 

“Thank you,” you had to look away from Javi before you somehow spilled your entire heart to him. You held up your hand in a small wave, “thank you all for coming - this is so wonderful. And thank you, most of all, to Javi for putting this all together. Javi, you are a stubborn but kind-hearted man, and I can’t thank you enough for everything that you do. Cheers to you.”

You could practically see the dark pink rise up in his cheeks as the attention turned over to him. He grabbed a glass of champagne and held it up and just when you thought he was going to make a big toast he looked at you and simply said, “salud.”

After you took a sip, you were half tempted to run away and hide among the crowds, but you knew that wasn’t an option. He would find you one way or another; and while that idea made you nervous, you also really just wanted to spend some time with him. You hadn’t seen him for a few days and that made you miss him despite the short separation. 

After throwing back the last of your drink, you set the flute down and walked towards Javi. Before you could even say anything, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tightly into his warm body. 

“Felicidades mi amor,” and oh. That sent a pleasant shiver down your spine as you felt him press his lips to the crown of your head. He pulled back and ran his hands down your arms, before giving your hands a squeeze, “you look…amazing does not even begin to cover it. There are no words that could adequately describe how you look.”

“Javi,” you felt bashful and started at your feet, chewing the inside of your cheek, “thank you for this dress, this party - everything. This is all so kind of you, and I really appreciate you. I mean, more than appreciate you. I hope you know that.” 

“Hmmm,” he hummed in content as he put his arm around your waist and led you away to the edge of the courtyard overlooking the sea. You felt your entire body practically vibrating with energy as you tried to keep it all together. Still averting your gaze, you relaxed slightly into his touch, wondering what he was thinking. It was like he knew exactly what was on your mind. Javi took your hand in his and squeezed it to get your attention, “look at all the stars.”

You did as he asked and felt breathless when you looked at the pretty inky sky glittering with so many stars, “it’s beautiful.”

“And yet still not nearly as beautiful as you are,” this caused you to gasp slightly as you allowed yourself to look at Javi. He had the biggest smile on his face with the softest eyes and you just couldn’t take it, “nobody and nothing could ever come close.”

You cleared your throat and looked away, blinking back the tears that started prickling at the back of your eyes. Your heart wanted to believe that what he was saying was said in a romantic way, but your head didn’t allow you to do that. 

You felt him move closer - the little bit that he could - and he nudged you gently, “hey. Look at me.”

You did as he asked and looked up at him, “Javi?”

“You must know how I feel about you, si?” he touched your face, gently brushing his knuckles across your cheek. You knew how you wanted him to feel, but the reality was a different thing, “I have thought about this moment so many times. How I would tell you everything that I feel for you…it seemed so much easier in my mind.”

“How you feel about me?” you echoed as he nodded, “what do you mean, Javi? How do you feel about me?”

“You must know, amor,” he was nervous, you could easily see that. You looked up at him with eyes that made him melt and shook your head, “n-no?”

“Tell me?” you asked softly, “please.”

“I’m in love with you.”

Oh. Oh. Oh? 

“Come again?” you asked softly, trying to stifle your nervous laughter.

“I’m in love with you,” he looked at expectantly and when you didn’t say anything his heart dropped into your stomach, “I-I should not have said anything…I clearly have overstepped my boundaries and you do not return my feelings-:”

“Javi-”

“I did not mean to make you feel uncomfortable…”

“Javi-”

“I should not have assume your kindness meant that you think of me as anything more than a friend. If I have made you fell-”

“Javi!” you finally snapped him out of his stupor and he looked at you with wide eyes as though he almost didn’t understand what you were saying. 

When he blinked at you in surprise, you took his face in your hands and leaned up to press a gentle - but questioning - kiss to his lips. It took him a moment to catch up but when he did, his entire body lit up. 

He put his hands on top of yours and kissed you back eagerly and passionately. Neither of you wanted to break apart, but you hesitantly pulled back when you needed a breath of air. 

“Do you see how I feel about you too?” you whispered, still half believing that you had imagined all of this. But when you felt him playfully take your face in his hands and pepper kisses all over your face, you realized that this was all very real. 

“You are in love with me as well?” he asked tentatively as you nodded eagerly, “you never said anything!”

“I was nervous,” you confessed, “and never thought you’d feel the same. You never said anything either!”

“I was nervous too,” he admittedly shyly, “but I could not wait any longer. I had to tell you before the opportunity to do so would have passed me by.”

“I would have waited,” you promised and this caused his heart to swell, “you were worth the wait, Javi.”

“So were you,” he beamed, brighter and warmer than the sun, “can I kiss you again?”

“You can kiss me whenever you want,” the two of you exchanged shy smiles and tender touches, “if that sounds good to you.”

“That sounds perfect to me, amor.”

[underthetree845]

Alrighty April, can you write a yandere! Chuuya x reader fanfic (hcs or oneshots whatevers easier) where reader is single (More of a hopeless romantic type thing) and she's talking and laughing with Dazai? Maybe Dazai will hold your hand or something and he snaps. Maybe he could like kidnap you, or kill dazai, or something? Idk, I'm just trying to give you ideas, do whatever you want with this request :)

Hey! I know this took me awhile to answer, I just had some other things I needed to push out of my drafts first, so I do apologize :') I'm going to tag you just to make sure you see this: @a-random-weeb And please let me know what you think!

(As previously stated) I have never written yandere content before, and I don't feel comfortable writing anything too dark, so I did my best with this. It might come off as a little more jealous/possessive, but I stuck to the prompt.

Dogs Are Better

Chuuya/Reader (oneshot request)

Cws:  gn! reader, jealousy, yandere if you squint, reader is a dog person (it makes sense later I promise), dazai getting beat up (by chuuya), possessive! chuuya, unhealthy possessiveness, chuuya does genuinely care, implications of stalking, alcohol, drinking, slightly tipsy reader, reader gets a hangover, overly trusting reader, kind of kidnapping? 

About 2.7k words

Summary: Chuuya is already overly protective of you, how would he react if someone threatened to take you away?

A/n: Please note, I did my best to altar their roles and limitations to fit the prompt, but this is not necessarily how I ultimately view Dazai and Chuuya as characters! Also- in case it's unclear- Dolcetto is a type of red wine.

Chuuya’s gloved hand grips his drink tighter. The bartender has been growing worried that it will just shatter under the pressure.

It’s been over an hour and you haven’t stopped encouraging Dazai with that stupid grin on your face. It’s nothing like the one you give him, the one he lives to protect. 

You’ve got a heart that longs to be loved, one Chuuya wants to nurture. How can he make you understand that you don’t need to jump around from person to person to receive compliments and feel validated? Why can’t you see that he’d be more than enough?

With a slam of glass down on the polished wood, Chuuya slides off his barstool and makes his way around to where you and Dazai are seated. 

-

It was a stormy day, but nonetheless, Chuuya decided to make a run to the little shop one block from his place. He was set on picking up some appetizers that would go well with the red Dolcetto sitting in his kitchen cabinet. 

Leather shoes splashed in the puddles along the sidewalk, rain pittered against the black of his coat and umbrella. He held the plastic bag of gouda and roasted turkey slices with one hand, doubling up on the knot in hopes of preventing any water from leaking in. The shade of his hair was the only reason he didn’t blend into the bleary background. The city was a monotone watercolor painting; dozens of droplets falling from the sky, lights flickering on as afternoon turned into evening, the usual rush hour bustle muffled by the cold rain of the murky clouds above. 

Anyone would’ve paused for a moment if they found a soaking figure crouched down on the sidewalk. Anyone would’ve tapped them with their foot to see if they needed help. Anyone’s heart would’ve melted a little when they laid eyes on the shivering puppy the person had been shielding from the rain. Anyone’s heart would’ve thumped a little harder making eye contact with you for the first time. Not just anyone deserved to. 

When you refused to take the umbrella and leave Chuuya without one, a compromise was made that he would walk you home; somehow, that resulted with him sitting on your bathroom floor, caring for a wet puppy, and trying to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat with every laugh that spilled from your lips. 

What kind of person halts everything, soaks themself to the bone for some random dog, and lets the first stranger to offer them an umbrella into their apartment? He began to question whether it was the puppy or you who needed more protection. 

The redhead found himself wandering into your city block more often. He noticed your favorite coffee shop, and decided that it had to be added to his routine. Lovely little coincidences slowly allowed him to engrain himself into your everyday life. It was all for your own good, after all. 

Someone getting a little too friendly on the metro? That same man’s body was found beaten half to death in an alleyway the next morning. No evidence, no fingerprints; the perpetrator used gloves. 

Crying because of the things your friends say behind your back? Chuuya isn’t hesitating to accidentally stumble upon your hiding spot and offer his shoulder to lean on. 

On a particularly windy day, his hat blew off, and you just happened to be nearby to catch it. 

It had to be some form of fate. He was meant to find you and you were meant to be with him. 

Such a precious creature you turned out to be; he found it sad that no one had ever bothered to get to know you properly. To understand you. Not like he had. 

You were a drug to his mind every waking second and every night as he laid awake staring at the ceiling, arms crossed behind his head.

Everything slid into place so naturally. He messaged you good morning and you followed through with a goodnight. On the best days, he walked back through his front door unable to wipe the lovesick grin from his face. 

His presence gave you something solid to fall back on, it was nice. 

He should’ve known it could only last for so long. 

-

Some people are like parasites. They squirm around their miserable existence until they can find something lively to latch onto. They use it to fill their own void, draining the other being of its life and leaving it behind once they’ve had their fill. 

“Oh, Chibi! Didn’t expect to see you here,~” the brunette chimes. Liar. 

You spin around on your barstool and a smile lights your eyes up when your gaze lands on the redhead. 

“Y/n-san and I were just sharing a drink. Do you two know each other?” Bastard. 

“Chuu, it’s good to see you,” your voice melts in his ears. “Do you want to join us?” 

“I don’t know why you didn’t introduce me sooner,” a grin spreads across Dazai’s face, “They’re an absolute treat.” He swirls the sake around in his cup before raising the glass to his lips. Parasite. 

“Yeah, I’ll join you,” Chuuya replies politely, taking the seat to your right while Dazai is on your left. 

“So how do you and Dazai know each other?” you question innocently. The two men make eye contact for a brief, unnoticeable moment. 

“Work,” they both reply in unison. “We dealt a lot with trades between organizations,” Chuuya explains.

“Many jobs here and there,” Dazai adds. You nod your head in understanding. 

“But enough about us!” a fox-like grin crawls up onto Dazai’s face, “I’ve barely gotten to know you yet.” 

“I don’t think there’s much to talk about,” you reply with a humble smile. 

Chuuya sighs and turns to the bartender to order another drink. If only he could make you understand. 

“Nonsense!” Dazai rests his chin in the palm of his hand, “Why don’t we play a little game?” 

“Okay,” you nod with interest. “It’s either or,” he continues with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “First question: Tall men or short men?” Chuuya chokes on his whisky. “Hmm,” you tap your chin in thought, “I don’t think height matters much to me.” 

“Interesting,” Dazai folds his arms in front of his chest. Chuuya glares. You’re treading on thin ice, Mackerel. 

“Next question: Do you think dark eyes or light eyes are prettier?” Dazai tilts his head, you stay silent. “Sorry, but I don’t think I want to be asked these types of questions,” you state politely, Chuuya has to hold back his smirk. “Ah, I see, I do apologize,” Dazai leans back, “I’ll change the topic. Cats or dogs?” He’s not worth starting a bar fight over, Chuuya internally screams, he's not worth it, he's not worth it, he’s not worth it. 

“Well, that’s a tough one,” you hum, tracing your finger over the rim of your glass, “but I’d have to say dogs.” Chuuya’s ears perk up. “They’re so protective and loyal, and I’ve never met one that wanted to sink its teeth into me just because it can.” “I see,” Dazai smiles slyly, narrowing his eyes. 

Chuuya sighs. You shouldn’t be wasting your breath on such a snake. Can’t you tell he’s done this a million times? The way his lips move, when his finger slips under his glass to set it down softly, how his eyes trace over your form like a wolf studying its prey. 

“What about you, Chuu?” your voice breaks him out of his trance. He blinks at you a few times before raising his eyebrow, your giggle practically squeezes at his heart. 

“Do you want to take some tequila shots with us?” you tilt your head. Chuuya raises an eyebrow. “Tequila? You don’t drink very often though,” he furrows his eyebrows in concern, “Tequila is pretty strong, you’ll end up with a shitty hangover.” 

“Dazai says he can have a few shots without getting too tipsy though,” you reply. Dazai sits with a conceited smile. 

Of course he can, that man’s alcohol tolerance is concerningly high. 

“Fine, but just one,” Chuuya’s tone is stern, “two at most. You’ve already had three drinks.” 

“I’m not even tipsy though,” you pout softly. Dazai chuckles as he raises his hand to call the bartender over.  

It was clear from the start that you had no intention of heeding Chuuya’s advice. After two shots, you were giggling all over yourself and Chuuya had to keep a hand on your back to prevent you from falling off your barstool. “No, Y/n, give that back, hey! Dammit!” Chuuya attempts to swipe the glass away, but you’re just fast enough to steal his shot and throw another mouthful of tequila down the back of your throat. 

“Mm!” you beam with satisfaction, “I told you Chuu, I’m fine.” The warm-toned lights of the bar seem to complement the hazy flush of your cheeks that bleeds into your smile. He adores the way you lean into him so trustingly. He’d probably have a smile similar to your own creeping up into his cheeks if it weren’t for the dark-eyed lynx sitting just to your left.

“They told you ‘Chuu,’ they’re fine,” Dazai’s lips form a smirk, one Chuuya wants so badly to smack off his face. He glares for a moment, but reminds himself of who his top priority is. He leads you to your feet by your forearms and catches you when you fail to hold yourself up. “Y/n, I’m going to take you home now, okay?” Chuuya’s voice is gentle, he slings your arm around his shoulder and turns to walk out the door. You look over at Chuuya and suddenly gasp, “We’re going somewhere? Where?” 

“I’m taking you home, Y/n.” “Come on Chuuya, you’re really not willing to share?” Dazai calls loudly. 

Chuuya pushes down the feeling boiling under his skin for your sake. You’re trusting him to get you home safely- admittedly your judgment may be a bit skewed at the moment- but still. 

“What’s so special about them, huh?” Dazai prods and Chuuya’s grip on you tightens. You’ll never get to know. You don’t deserve to. That’s my right, this is my person. Who the hell do you think you are? 

“I may just have to steal them away and find out for myself,~” Dazai smirks and Chuuya freezes. It’s only for a brief moment. He continues walking, but a dark cloud settles around his chest and in his mind. 

-

“I’ll be right back,” Chuuya reassures you as he buckles you into the passenger seat of his car, “It’ll take two minutes, I promise.” “Where’re you going?” you look at him with a half-lidded stare, fingers still gripping the edge of his sleeve. “The bar has a bug problem,” he smiles deeply, “I’m going to go help them sort some things out.” 

-

Dazai hadn't turned his head back after Chuuya’s fist came into contact with his cheek, the beginning of a bruise certainly beginning to form where he was hit. “Ouch,” Dazai keeps his voice steady, and his eyebrows lowered. He rests his hands in his pockets, ignoring the stinging pain in his back from being slammed against the wall in the alleyway out back of the bar. “I said, do you understand me, Dazai?” Chuuya grits his teeth, clenching his fist as he uses every drop of his remaining willpower to not crack Dazai’s head open like an egg. He takes one step closer. 

“You really feel that threatened?” Dazai laughs lightly, “Aren’t I allowed to take an interest? They really are a very intriguing pers-!” Dazai grunts and his chest concaves as he feels the wind being knocked from his lungs. He looks up, back flat against the ground, Chuuya’s heel digging into his chest. “Something isn’t clicking in that brain of yours, so let me spell it out,” the mafioso glares, his frame silhouetted by the moon. “Y/n doesn’t need people like you in their life. The world doesn’t deserve them, I have to protect them from it. There’s no one else who can, don’t stick your nose where you don’t belong.” Chuuya takes a step back, allowing Dazai to sit up before turning on his heel to return to where you wait. Dazai’s scoff makes him freeze. “Shouldn’t that be something Y/n decides for themself?” Dazai’s voice echos, Chuuya doesn’t even need to turn around to see the haughty smirk on Dazai’s face. 

In a split second, Chuuya’s heel comes into contact with Dazai’s other cheek, knocking the man roughly to the ground for a second time. “Tch, I don’t know why I even bother with you,” Chuuya snarls. Dazai stays low until his ex-partner walks around the corner and out of sight. 

Dazai sits up and the corners of his mouth curl into a grin. He wipes blood from his bottom lip and chuckles deeply. “Damn, Chibi.” 

-

Your mind keeps slipping you in and out of consciousness. One moment, you’re riding next to Chuuya in his car. He’s gripping the steering wheel tightly. The next, you’re in his arms, and he’s carrying you into a strange house. You accept whatever he puts in your mouth, swallowing it with the water he holds up to your lips. 

You awake with a jolt, immediately laying back down when a sharp pain shoots through your head. You groan slightly, rubbing your eyes and trying to adjust to the morning sunlight. The first thing you notice is that you are still wearing your clothes from last night. The second thing you notice is that your shoes and jacket have been removed and placed on a chair next to the bed, and there’s a bottle of hangover medicine sitting on the nightstand to your left. The third thing you notice is that wherever you appear to have spent the night is definitely not your house. Ignoring the ache in your head, you throw the covers off and stand up cautiously. There’s something indistinctly familiar about the room’s scent, but you shake it off. 

Creaking the door open, you observe the wood furnishings and step hesitantly into the hallway. Something in the next room smells heavenly- like a hearty broth. You can hear someone shuffling around. You tiptoe forward, but any apprehension churning in your stomach dissipates as soon as you lay eyes on the familiar head of red hair standing in the kitchen. 

“Chuu?” you crinkle your expression in confusion. He smiles slightly and places a wooden spoon over the pot on the stove before looking up at you. “Y/n,” he turns down the heat and walks over to you, “How are you? Do you have much of a headache? I hope the medication helped.” 

“Yeah, it’s not that bad…” you reply, scanning your eyes around the room, “is this your house?” “Mhm,” he replies, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “Well, our house now. You take a half step back. “What do you mean?” you question, “You know where I live, I have my own home.” Chuuya just shakes his head. “That isn’t going to work anymore,” he sighs, “I did a lot of thinking last night. Trust me, this is what’s best for you.”  A shiver runs up your spine. The look in his eyes is so… impassive, nothing like the man you know. “What are you saying?” you shake your head slightly, “What, are you going to just keep me here against my will?”  Chuuya steps forward again, his eyes boring into your own. “You won’t mind after a while,” he replies, taking one of your hands in his and brushing his thumb over your knuckles, “I’ll give you a good life, I promise.” You try to pull your hand away but Chuuya grips it tighter. You’re both silent for a moment, the air in the room seems to still. “Chuuya, you’re scaring me,” your voice wavers slightly. 

An invisible force pulls you closer to the man, you stumble into his chest and he catches you by the waist, using his other hand to cup your cheek. A cold, thick sense of dread is present in the back of your mind, but you’re having trouble focusing on anything except his gaze. For a moment, his eyes soften. He looks at you tenderly, like the Chuuya you thought you knew. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you,” he speaks closely. You find yourself unable to move as he presses lips against your own, holding you close as if you could break at any moment. 

A/n: I realized while writing this that this is actually the first time I've put a kiss into my writing! I am also open to feedback since I don't try to write this type of character/relationship very often. Thank you for reading!

[mrhaitch]

Hello Mr. Haitch! You inadvertently recommended the Southern Reach series all the way back then… so of course, I bought the book Annihilation.

I’m only on page 61, but by page 9, I knew that this book was probably going to be my favorite for this year. The thing is, I probably would have devoured it all in one go if I didn’t stop to jot down notes and ideas every five pages. This book has already given me an existential crisis.

Can we have a book discussion?? There are just so many thought-provoking quotes. But for now I’ll only show one (from page 8):

I have quite a few thoughts about this line. First of all, this is what drives the biologist: it’s the reason why she’s in Area X and why she’s there to stay. And it also relates to her identity. There was this one line… I didn’t save it… where she admits to pretending to be a biologist. She’s simply someone in pursuit of knowledge. Or the “truth.” Some understanding of why things happen the way they do.

(The urge to connect the theme of pretending… but it should be saved for another time.)

If someone asked me why I like exploring character analysis, I’d say to learn more about the characters. But if they ask me why I want to learn more specifically, I don’t really have an answer to that. Like the book said, it’s a “self-immolating desire.” Curiosity is something that needs to be satiated.

Lastly, this quote made me wonder… does truth even exist? Is it just something that humans made up? Because everything is based on perception, with what we perceive with our senses which is where it becomes subjective. It’s the reason why the same event can have a different event from two different narratives. Like in JJK, the cycle of war between curses and humans, for example… hold on, I feel like this is an interesting opportunity to connect the idea of “truth” to Mahito. Because he’s kinda like “I know more than you, I know how things actually work” with the soul and body theory. Oh… well that’s just a tangential idea I have not developed yet, and I’d have to go back and take a closer look at his character. Anyways, I found this interesting because the “self-immolating desire” is what drives some people’s choices, decision-making, and purpose. And it brings up the question of whether in the long haul, it is a hopeless pursuit.

Ehh, I just came here today to prompt something maybe relatively interesting. You’ve already read the book, so this isn’t anything new to you of course. But I am in dire need of discussion or I might actually combust and never finish the book 🥲🥲

Curious to hear what you have to say,

formerly curious anon but not anon anymore

Amazing, people normally ignore my book recommendations as being too esoteric, and I am delighted to see someone else joining the freakish Vanderfamily.

You've hit on the core challenge the Biologist faces: she wants to be objective, to be impartial, but knows she can't be. She knows no one can be truly impartial or objective - to be sentient, to hold thoughts, feelings, opinions, to have experienced or learned anything is to see the world through a lens or a filter. We might be aware of the lens, its edges, or the way it distorts the light, but we cannot completely remove it.

To live, to exist, to be is to become a subject, an individual, a perspective.

What she's pushing against is Area X's unknowability. Its inherent alienness, its knack for altering and shifting depending on who is looking at it and how they're looking at it. It's a living, breathing manifestation of humanity's epistemic limits and it is horrifying. It is indifferent to us and that is the source of much of the series' psychic horror - that the thing which might destroy us doesn't even know we're there. Or if it does, we're a momentary blip on the radar that is easily forgotten.

It's a confrontation, a fundamental and necessary one from Vandermeer's perspective as the entirety of the Southern Reach series is an exploration of climate change and ecological collapse, and humanity's reaction to it. The government agency responsible for studying and controlling the thing has got nothing, no useful plans, no solid theories; not even metaphors to grasp Area X. They're just doing the same thing over and over again, hoping this time something will be different, this time they'll see, or hear something, or a switch will flick and all will be made clear.

The Biologist, then, is an argument towards acceptance. Accept where your limits are, what you do know and what you cannot know. Try to understand and appreciate things on their own terms, and see yourself in the context of the cosmic whole rather than in our modern notions of isolated individuality. Feelings of nihilism are part of this process, of shedding old meanings and old purposes but only so we can be free to find new meanings and new purposes that make space for the world.

There's a lot to unpack in this book and I am here for any discussion of any length on this series, because I love it with an intensity normally reserved for stars, nebula, and my wife.

Some of what I've talked about makes more sense if you can wrap your head around Timothy Morton's work on hyperobjects. It's pretty dense and borderline-mystical but I'm happy to expound on it at some point if you'd find that helpful.

[enoughyi]

#7: Beware the Spiders

Ship: Imelda Reyes x Poppy Sweeting

Summary: Poppy came to the Pitch to drop off a few meals very well aware of Imelda's own definition of the word 'meal'. Spiders managed to revert it back to the original one, however.

Prompt Number: 54. Against a Locker kiss. [>>>link to the list]

Word count: 597. Rating: G.

A/N: It's brainrot-powered. Characters are in their 20's.

Back to perpetually annoy peapol in the fandom tags.

Tags: @thriftstorebabayaga @espressoristretto-patronum @celestial--sapphic @caramel-hufflepuff @adalinda-selwyn and @girl-named-matty because yes I remembered That Song

Holyhead's Pitch was very different from the Pitch at Hogwarts.

Hidden in the hills but overlooking the Irish Sea, and being a fancy background scenery for the neighbouring broom racing tracks, it was partly opened to the air and by the other part, sat belowground. To a local muggle it should've looked like a peculiarly fright-inducing rocks but little would change for any witch or wizard appearance-wise.

Darkened stone of the Pitch's frame, embellished in shells and moss on the outer walls, did the Pitch injustice, in Poppy's mind. It should look pretty, not like some kind of an old but decrepit castle? Pitches of Spain and France were gardens and cosy castillos most days. This one was a faery's den or awen's birthplace; any of these descriptors could summon Julia, or Imelda, or both simultaneously, because to Julia it would sound like, Research, and to Imelda it all Had Crucial Significance.

Poppy never minded a lecture but an outsider to both Quidditch and Potions, it usually turns either girl's talk to a lengthy monologue.

Which she, again, would never mind.

She, too, had an interest she'd turn a talking head for.

And in any case, when you're witnessing something as grand as this Pitch, but alone and holding a basket filled with meals and desserts, a wish for a company or a conversation was only natural to appear.

Poppy hoped a stroll back home -- to another hill -- wouldn't be as lonely. Imelda's training session should've been over the moment her foot is set inside the Pitch's reception hall.

She was right, but when she met Imelda, she as usual asked what was this for.

"Aren't you hungry?" Poppy teased.

Imelda was, certainly, but a look in her eyes, stranded, added to her tiredly curved composure. She needed a few moments of rest; she might as well needed to stop thinking on the compliment to her new dress. Honey and bees were perhaps a Hufflepuff classic but Poppy adored the colours and couldn't resist asking Julia to tailor it a bit to her frame. Imelda didn't know, absent from home and stuck at the Pitch most days these past few weeks. Thinking on it, it might have not been the dress her eyes were navigated to. Lips or collarbones?

Imelda suggested, "Let's move to canteen? It's just about the corner. But before then, I've forgotten something. Go without me, I'll catch up."

Poppy asked, if she could help. Imelda's answer was, "But you don't know the layout, what if I lose you somewhere here?"

"You can hold my hand. Like at school, remember?"

Imelda chuckled. That same day madam Kogawa walked on them when they were kissing against the lockers in the changing room.

"Okay. Sure. Why Not, but don't jump at spiders. Cristyn thinks her wifey wouldn't know of her acromantula hobby if the colony lives in the basement, here." Imelda pointed at the wooden lid in the corner, shadowed beneath darkened stones. Poppy's hand in hers. "Daresay, she failed at it."

"Cristyn? That small bean, I meant, woman, Julia buys fangs from?"

"Mhm." They clicked on the floor towards the corridors leading to the changing rooms and showers.

"Does the League's management know?" Poppy asked.

"Yup."

Poppy stood in place for a second, "I don't understand, how."

"Me neither. But as long as they're peaceful, I can't care less. But, Pops, let's not make it into anything… You know. No more. No less."

Ah. Imelda Reyes, frightened of a few flesh-eating spiders. No kisses and tight embraces against the lockers it is then. For now.

[riahlynn101]

Just wanted to say how much i appreciate your art and works. You write really, really well, and I’m no expert on that, but yes I can surely say this even as an amateur. You’re able to characterize the ones you write just in point, it’s as if you know them in real life, as if they were your friends or something. Please, keep doing what you do, I’m pretty sure there are a plenty of other people that enjoy your writing as much as I do. It’s so rewarding when I go to bed after a hard day and have one of your one-shots to read, it’s like I’m in another reality. Sorry if that sounds weird, I’m afraid I might sound a little crazy but I really like to encourage people, especially when it’s art related. Your art does touch people! And forgive me for any grammar mistakes, as English isn’t my first language

By the way, if that’s possible and if you would want to, would you ever do an schmelly one-shot about an “only one bed” prompt? It’s my favorite, I’d really like to see how they’d act. I know you don’t write smut, and I don’t want it either, so as long as you’re comfortable writing it, I’d really appreciate it 🥹

(AWWW <33 THANK YOU :D!! I really do appreciate that. I know I say it in a lot of my author’s notes, but I am really, truly grateful for all your guys’ support!!)

Sometimes I worry that my writing is trash. The plot makes no sense, or there are too many grammar mistakes, or the characters are…well….not in character. So, hearing that you like my writing makes me super happy :))

And it’s super kind of you to support/lift up artists and writers. There are too many people in this world that like to tear others down, so kudos to you for continuing to be kind and supportive <33

(And just as a little extra note: I think your English might be better than mine, and I say that as a native English-speaker. I mean that positively :D!! And I 100% guarantee that you write/speak English better than I could write/speak in your language, so take pride in that :))!!)

As for your request……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Word count: 1,417

Trigger warnings: implied/referenced kidnapping, implied childhood trauma - but both of those things aren't the focal point of the story.

Summary: What do you get when you add a snowstorm, a (nearly) booked out hotel, and Mike and Vanessa needing a room?

Answer - a hotel room with only one bed!

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Snow as far as the eye can see. It comes down in clusters and catches on the wind, blanketing the ground in white. This isn’t abnormal for this time of year, and usually Mike and his sister waited for the first snowstorm with great anticipation. Her because it means Christmas is right around the corner. And Mike because it reminds him of Christmas’ past. 

This year, however, he’s stuck driving in it. A last-minute trip a few hours away and a surprise blizzard don’t really mix. Maybe if he would have checked the weather channel one more time this could have been avoided.

“We should stop for tonight,” Vanessa says, always the voice of reason (for the most part). “I think I saw a sign for a hotel just up the road.”

Mike squints his eyes, leaning forward. He’s going ten under the speed limit, and that’s the only reason his pile-of-junk car hasn’t slid into the ditch. “Okay, I think I see it.”

Somehow, they make it in one piece into the motel’s tiny parking lot. It’s crowded, and it takes him a solid five minutes to find a spot. Apparently they aren’t the first people to need a room for the night. 

“Do you think they have any rooms available?” Mike asks, gripping the steering wheel. The thought of bearing the cold is already making him chilly. 

Always optimistic, Vanessa smiles. “I’m positive they can squeeze us in somewhere.”

-x-x-x-

“You two are in luck,” the receptionist-the stereotypical midwestern soccer mom-says, looking at her computer screen, “we have one room left.”

Both of them sigh in relief. The idea of trekking back out into the cold was daunting,  and the idea of finding a different hotel is downright scary. 

“We’ll take it,” Vanessa pipes up. 

“Okey-dokey then. I just need you to sign here and date there.” 

As Vanessa signs the logbook, the receptionist passes over a key for the room. “Are you two married?” She asks, conversationally. Though, Mike knows growing up around these types, that she’s just being nosy. 

Vanessa shakes her head. “Oh, uh…no. Just friends.” 

The woman laughs. “That’s what they all say.”

Face turning red, Vanessa scurries away from the desk, keys clutched in her hand. Mike follows behind her, not trusting himself to not glare at the woman. 

They step into the elevator. “You okay?” He asks. 

Vanessa’s face is still red, but she seems otherwise calm. But he wouldn’t be a good friend if he didn’t at least try. She clears her throat, shrugging her shoulders. 

“I’m fine.”

The elevator doors open.

“So, what’s our room number?” 

Vanessa holds the key up. “Uh….says 204. And judging by the positioning of the light, the direction of the wind, and my knowledge of the polar vortex it’s down the hallway to the right.”

He stands there, dumbstruck. “Wow, you actually know our room number from all that?”

She stares at him for a solid minute, not saying anything. “Yep. I definitely didn’t listen to the lady downstairs, and didn’t read the sign right in front of our faces.”

Mike turns slightly, and sure enough there’s a sign directing people to their rooms on the wall. 200-220 to the right and 221-241 to the left.

“Huh,” he says. “Well, I never said I had good reading comprehension skills.”

Vanessa smiles at that, but quickly turns away. “C’mon, I’m really tired.”

Thankfully, the rest of the trip to their room is uneventful. The hotel is eerily quiet, which is weird given that it’s full tonight. But with their luck, the minute they try to get some sleep, everyone and their mother will be causing a ruckus. 

“This is it,” Vanessa says, indicating to a number plate on one of the doors. 

Mike sighs. “Thank god. It’s been a long day.”

The room is pleasantly warm and smells of mothballs. It’s kind of small, not that they were expecting much. A bathroom that lacks a shower or bath, a closet that’s full of cleaning supplies, and a TV stand that lacks an actual television. 

But the thing that gives them pause is none of those things. Instead, it’s the bed in the center of the room. The single bed. 

Single as in only one. 

They stand there in complete silence. Standing and staring. And then, staring some more. 

“Well…” Mike starts, “I can…take the floor.”

Vanessa shakes her head. “No, the floor’s probably filthy. I’ll take the chair over there, and you take the bed.”

He scoffs. “I’m sure I’ve slept in worse places. Besides, you paid for this room. So, you get to sleep in the bed.”

“But….you drove us all the way to Utah and back, so really I owe you.”

They face each other.

“But the reason we went to Utah was for me, so really I owe you.” Mike hates the idea of sleeping in the chair or the floor for that matter, his back has enough problems without adding to them. But he also has the advantage of being imbued with an unholy amount of stubbornness. 

Unfortunately, his opponent is Vanessa. 

“Well, I’m not sleeping in the bed,” she says, throwing her hands up. “So, if you don’t, then I guess it’ll just go to waste.”

“I guess so,” he shoots back. 

Vanessa rounds the bed, presumably to go sleep in the chair. (Another thing that there’s only one of.)

“What if…” he pauses, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the idea. Vanessa looks at him. “What if we shared the bed?”

“Share the bed?”

“Like I sleep on this side.” He points to the side closest to him. “And you sleep on that side?”

“Would you be okay with that?” Vanessa asks. 

“It doesn’t matter,” he says, waving off her concern. “I’m more worried about you.”

“I’m fine. It’s not a bad idea, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Mike shrugs. “I mean as long as you’re okay with it, I’ll be fine.” And he would be. A lot of his discomfort comes from sleeping somewhere unfamiliar. Sure, he’s slept in a lot of different places, but never this far from home. After Garrett was taken, he grew to fear being away from his parents (and later Abby) for long periods of time.

“Okay,” she says, slipping off her shoes and climbing under the covers. She looks up at Mike expectantly. “Well?”

He takes a deep breath. “I have to call the house. The babysitter is probably expecting me back soon, and Abby will be upset if I don’t say goodnight.”

She nods, snuggling deeper into the covers. 

-x-x-x-

Mike slinks back into the room. Thankfully, both the babysitter and Abby understood his predicament. Abby told him goodnight - which was sweet. And then, she started teasing Mike about his apparent “crush” (like he’s in middle school or something), to which he hung up.

He loves his little sister, but sometimes she drives him up a wall.

He slips into the bed, curling up. The blankets are scratchy and the pillows are lumpy, but Mike would be lying if he said he wasn’t half-asleep by the time his head hit the bed.

Next to him, Vanessa giggles. 

“What?” He mutters, eyelids drooping. 

“Nothing. Goodnight, Mike.”

“Yeah….goodnight to….” Before he can finish his thought, Mike is fast asleep. And not long after, Vanessa follows suit. 

For the first time in a long time, their dreams are pleasant. 

-x-x-x-

Mike is used to waking up with someone hanging off him. It’s a natural part of being a big brother. First with Garrett-who he shared a room with-and then with Abby, who always preferred his company, even before mom died and dad left. 

What he’s not used to is the other person being taller than him, and having their chin rest on his head. 

He panics, jerking backwards. Sadly, the bed's not big enough for the amount of panicking his sleep-addled brain is doing, and Mike very nearly tumbles to the floor. At the last possible second, a pair of arms save him, pulling him back. 

Vanessa looks at him. He turns on his side, staring at her. 

Without another word, they go right back to snuggling. Sure, it might be awkward in the morning, but that would be the future-them’s problem. 

They fall asleep, curled up right next to each other. If their fingers wind up intertwined, or they end up snuggling in their sleep, well then, that’s no one else’s business but theirs.

[bluminex]

Hey. Can I get "Characters with a S/O that doesn’t like making eye contact with anyone" with Hu Tao, Ganyu and Yae Miko please?

The dislike of meeting with someone's eyes

Hu Tao, Ganyu, and Yae Miko (separately) x Gender-neutral reader.

I currently could not come up with a nice title, but here it is... take it or leave it. You have asked for this prompt... if that's what you call it around here on Tumblr... and I have written it for you. Now, as for the one's waiting in my inbox, you'll have to be patient.

:) Enjoy the work

Hu Tao

Hu Tao already knew the reason why you act like this. And you knew she knew it too… which fortunately saved you from having to explain it to her. On the other hand, it also was unfortunate because of… various of reasons.

“Oh, come on…! I totally saw you staring at me, don’t you try to deny it!” Hu Tao persisted.

You groaned in response, shaking your head trying to dismiss it. Hu Tao frowned, but then a few moments later, she's all giddy again. You were obviously confused by the suddenness of it…

 “Sorry, I just found it cute how you’d stare at me whenever I’m not looking. You know, I also find you really adorable when you’re mad at me, Hehe! Although you’re mad… you’re holding yourself back because you don’t want to hurt your girlfriend’s feelings that much!” She smirked, nudging you lightly as she chuckled.

You sighed, “I’m telling you… I really wasn’t looking at you Tao!”

“I don’t believe you! You’re blushing so hard right now, I bet if I touched your cheeks, it would be burning hot with how flushed you are!” Hu Tao grinned cheekily.

“Come on, just admit it already! There’s no harm in doing so at all!”

You folded your arms as you huffed. Trying your best to resist a smile, however in the next stunt that your lover pulls, makes you become all giddy. Hu Tao pulled you down by your necktie and kissed you, she didn’t want to struggle trying to kiss you right now. You stared at her in shock for a good, solid moment… and she stared back with the smuggest smile you have ever seen on her face.

You quickly looked away from her. You couldn’t stop smiling… and your face wouldn’t stop heating up again… Jeez, the power this Director has on you is seriously dangerous.

“Fine. I… I was staring at you. There, happy?” You grumbled, knowing that you lost this time.

Hu Tao laughed light-heartedly, “A lot! Hehehe~”

Ganyu

Ganyu had always worried that you felt uncomfortable around her, which led to her being intensely determined to make sure you don’t feel that way around her anymore! You were her lover; she couldn’t possibly allow herself to let you feel uneasy around her.

Though, no matter how badly Ganyu wants to ask you straightforwardly about it… Poor girl would be too anxious and worry about how you’d react or answer to it. And as time flew by, you grew suspicious of her… and of course, you had to ask what was wrong.

Knock

Ganyu looked up and stared straight at the door after hearing the knock, she wondered on who could possibly be at her office’s door near midnight… or was it midnight already, who knows.

“Come in!”

What Ganyu was certainly not expecting was for the one who had knocked to be her significant other, otherwise known as you. She was surprised at most, but quickly composed herself. Not once have you made eye contact with her when you had entered.

“There’s something I’d like to talk about with you, I believe this might… lessen your stress and worry.” You coughed into your hand.

Ganyu looked at you intensely, what was it that you wanted to discuss of? Did she do something wrong? Has she not been good enough of a partner to you? Does she need to spend more time with you? All these thoughts flooded her mind… and she did not like it one bit.

“It’s nothing like that, no… Instead, it’s about something that I’ve been too shy to ever admit and confess about. I thought I’d tell you now because I suspect that you’re worrying and overthinking about it.” You reassured her as you noticed the confused and nervous expression on Ganyu's face.

“It’s about me not making eye contact with you. It’s not like I am uncomfortable and uneasy when I am with you… no, no. It’s because I tend to speak better when I am not looking into someone’s eyes, let’s just say I feel under pressure and stutter a lot when I make eye contact. Either that, or I just become so intensely awkward and stutter over my own words. It never really is because I am uncomfortable with anyone, I just feel awkward and get pressured…”

You sighed, your face was heating up and your heart was beating rapidly. The amount of courage and effort you had to put in with just admitting it.

Ganyu sighed in relief, she was more than glad to know that it wasn’t because of her… and she’s perfectly fine with you being that way.

“That’s really reassuring to hear. Then, I have no problems with you being like this anymore, I completely understand how you feel. Though, it would be nice if you were to look at me in the eyes more when we’re in private, if you’re okay with it?” Ganyu rose a brow, she felt like she was being a bit selfish… but whatever.

You nodded, “I’ll try my best to do it more often with you. However, I can’t promise that I still won’t feel awkward… I’m probably going to end up smiling and go back to not looking at you.” You chuckled lightly.

Ganyu smiled, “Then, since you’re here… Perhaps I should take a break for now. We both should go to bed now, it’s really late by the looks of it.” Ganyu stood up and walked over to where you were standing.

“We should… Let’s get going now then.” You yawned, Ganyu grinned at the sight before her. Ganyu was lucky to have had someone like you in her life.

The both of you left the office, heading back to where Ganyu resided in the city. You both deserved some needed rest, especially for the secretary… Overworking herself day and night. It was about time she took a break from work… and for you to come clean with your awkward situation. Gosh, your face is still heating up, it still feels hot… Being so embarrassed over something like this is so… embarrassing.

Yae Miko

Yae Miko doesn’t care for whatever the reason behind your dislike and hatred of looking into someone’s eyes is.

Guuji Yae could care less for whatever the reason behind your dislike and hatred of making eye contact with someone is. In fact, she’d be more intrigued than puzzled. The reactions she can get out of you are simply too amusing and entertaining to her… You’re happy she’s aware of your situation… but at the same time wish she didn’t.

“So? How was the novel that I have read to you just now?” Yae Miko asked you, you’re leaning onto her shoulder and you only hum. Your eyes seem to be betraying you as they keep growing heavier and heavier…

You feel something grab and hold your chin firmly. It was your girlfriend. She held your chin with her index and thumb finger and made you look at her. Before you could even realize it, you were a blushing mess already. You were flustered…

“U-uh, uhm… cough… what were you saying again…!?” You asked in a hurry as you immediately avoided her gaze.

Turning your head and escaped the firm grasp she had on your chin. You could hear your girlfriend chuckle, you bet she was all smug… and she was.

Yae Miko had a cheeky smile on her face, “I was asking what your thoughts were on the novel I just read to you. Seriously, is my voice that calming that it makes you fall asleep?” She questioned, raising a brow at you.

You grumbled in embarrassment and covered your flushed face with your palms. Yae Miko grinned at the sight… it was fun to mess around with you every now and then, and very much worth it.

You kept on whining and complaining about her pulling a stunt like that again and how tired you were of it. Miko hummed as if she wasn’t bothered by your grouches, all it took for you to shut up was a simple kiss on the lips. Which had left you speechless… again. The first to break the silence was of course, Guuji Yae.

“I’m still waiting for you to answer, I’m getting impatient waiting on you.” Miko reminded you with an intimidating voice.

You gulped, “Uhm, yes, sorry… uh… It was a good novel. The only grouch I have on the novel is that the character development and the whole falling in love part was too fast. Overall, it still is a really good novel.”

Yae Miko smiled, she seemed satisfied with your answer. “Now, let me read the next novel… ‘A Battle for Love’… Hm… this title seems a bit boring, don’t you think so?"

“It’s an okay title… but whoa! That is the shortest title I have seen on a novel here in Inazuma!! This is mind-blowing with how insanely long the titles usually are.” You laughed breathily.

Yae Miko sighed, “Seriously... have my editors really lost their sense of imagination and creativity. What a shame, it seems like I'll be bored to death from this one."

"I sure won't!" You grinned.

Your girlfriend deadpanned at you, "You must have horrible taste in novels then." Your grin became a frown real quick after hearing that. Geez, you were so offended by her words that you couldn't even say anything to protest to your taste in novels.

I have used images for the first time here on Tumblr. This is one step forward to figuring out how to fit in with the Tumblr authors and creators.

Fun Fact: I am a former Ao3/Archive of Our Own author. I currently am just taking a break from that place... sooner or later I'll be posting again on that site.

[henryloverman]

I have an idea for a Au/Promt, The Stanley Parable is only one place, with only one Stanley and Narrator, but what if there were multiple Parables, the same Stanley Parable but with different outcomes and characters.

Like all of those Parables are different timelines, with endless possibilities, and all of those timelines are controlled by one single person, Stanley the Time keeper, I got this idea from a YouTube comment, where Stanley and the Settings were the same person, but I have a bit of a twist to it, Stanley the Time keeper came from the future, he knows the truth about the Parable, he saw all the endings, and the epilogue, he remembers everything, unlike the Stanley from the different timelines, he knows they exist.

Stanley the Time keeper or TK-Stanley, he was seen walking from inside Employee 425, the mysterious Stanley look alike. I know some of you might ask, does the Narrator know his existence? Well no, TK-Stanley hides himself from the Narrator, because if he knew TK-Stanley was there, TK-Stanley would have mostly been deleted.

Stanley the Time keeper intervenes with the timelines only a little bit, he mostly observes them, his biggest goal is to end the parable, to kill the Narrator once and for all, but how? You can't exactly kill someone that is only a voice with no body, right? Well, TK-Stanley has been hunting down where the Narrator's hideout is at, he knows that the Narrator has a physical body, but it's quite hard to find where he is, that is why TK-Stanley goes to each timeline, trying to find clues to where the Narrator could possibly be at.

TK-Stanley can't find the Narrator when the Player is around, the Player's existence is unknown, but it is easy to know when they're online, when the Player is online, all places outside the Parable will be prohibited, making it hard to finish TK-Stanley's goal, the only way for the Player to go offline is to let them finish the game, but that doesn't guarantee that they will leave.

So there's 4 main characters here.

Narrator

Stanley

Player

Stanley the Time keeper

The Player's goal is unknown since they don't communicate with anyone except for TK-Stanley, I won't exactly call it communicating since it's just TK-Stanley giving questions and the Player just answering it. The player is from the Real world, the same as the Narrator, but the Player isn't exactly in the Parable, they're using Stanley's body as a puppet, but the Player could not talk. The player stayed inside the Parable for just one person, the Narrator, i could say that the Player is amused by the Narrator's dialogue, which had kept them interested in the game for a long time.

The Player is not one person but multiple people at the same time, they are voices, but only one could move the body, they want to see all the choices they could make before the game is over, but what is stopping them, is it the body they're using not following their orders? Or is it the fact that the game is already over?

Four people with different goals, one is a voice that wants to continue his story, two is an employee who wants to escape, three is an observer who wants to kill one, and four who wants to play the game forever, will the four of them ever meet? will the Narrator find out who the Player is? Will Stanley get his body back??? Will the time keeper get his revenge???

This Prompt/Au is called "Time Parable Au"

Edit: If anybody wants to use this concept, I'm fine with it, not only I'm fine with it, I encourage you to ^^

In this Au, The Player could be in love with the Narrator, but the Narrator loves Stanley, but Stanley loves the bucket >:)

I'm sorry I haven't uploaded for awhile, i'm almost done with my school which means there's a lot of activities and exams to do.

Btw I'm surprised theres no Bucket x Stanley fanfics out there, even Narrator x Narrator lol, I might write one myself ;)

Thank you for reading, and I wish you a nice day ^^

Also THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 142 FOLLOWERS, I appreciate it so much, thank you :)

[demoiselettes]

HELLO MY DEAR FRIEND👹

It is I, fanfiction addicted inufinuf, and i am here with a request for you to fulfill

I am requesting Zenitsu (and Tanjirou if i can request multiple characters:>) with a story, anything your mind can come up with, with the prompt- "I'll make you my wife one day"

NOW LET YOUR CREATIVITY STRIKE!

(also ask me for more details if you don't get it)

OKAY REMEMBER TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF BYEEE

« I’ll make you my wife one day »

Pairing(s): Tanjiro x reader Zenitsu/Tanjiro x reader/Zenitsu x reader

Category: fluff

Warning(s)/note(s): fem! Reader, pining, these two are dorks in love, reader is also in love, reader is confused af

A/n: Fifi.. i was gonna make this separate but i love poly relationships..SO HAVE GONPACHIRO AND MONITSU PINING OVER READER-

You had found yourself becoming a regular at the Butterfly Mansion. One would think you were exerting yourself, perhaps taking on strenuous training regimes or throwing yourself in danger’s way during your usual missions. Yet how could that be, when no part of yourself had even the slightest hint of scratch?

The truth was something Shinobu Kocho, had taken to teasing you for. As much as you had tried to avoid your feelings at the beginning, you were now too far down the rabbit hole to pull yourself out and the impossible had to be admitted: you were in love.

That alone was not such a problem but being in love with two people? You were stuck in a vicious circle of contemplating whether you would be shunned for admitting it out aloud or not. Kocho had assured(despite your insistence that you were not in love) that you could not control who your heart beats for. With this, she introduced you to the Sound Pillar, Uzui Tengen.

Who had three wives.

With little comfort, you had spent the day mulling over the course of events so much that you had not even registered her until Nezuko ruffled your hair in a sisterly way. She seemed to have an innate sense of telling when someone was under the weather and you deduced her ability to do so was just as keen as her brother’s sense of smell. You accepted her gesture gratefully, happy of the distraction it provided. Yet what was the point, when the person(or rather one of them) was trailing right behind her?

« Nezuko! » Tanjiro scolded, though his voice held no malice. « I’m sorry, [Name]-chan, she was eager to meet you today. »

« Ah! It’s no problem, really, » your voice was more shrill than you’d have liked. « She’s so adorable, it’s hard to not love her presence. »

Something which bugged you everytime you interacted with him, was the way he looked at you. His eyes held none of the usual friendliness that you’d see in people whom you talked to on a daily basis. No, with him it was..almost piercing. Like he was seeing right through you and he might as well does, considering his heightened sense of smell. You’ve done your best to conceal your feelings before, but your attempts might have been futile as the boy always knew your current state of mind. If he had any inkling that you may or may not feel attracted to him, he gave no indication of it. So you just stopped.

He tilted his head to the side. His Demon Slayer uniform had been replaced with the button up shirt and pants patients at the Butterfly Estate usually wore. « Why are you here, [Name]-chan? Are you injured? » despite the question, he seemed to be looking at you expectantly as though attempting to gauge an answer out of you..and not exactly the answer that you’d usually respond with to his question.

« Erm, no. » something in his eyes shone just a tad brighter than usual. « I came here to see you and Zenitsu-kun. » if the ground didn’t open up and swallow you whole, you were going to commit seppuku.

« Ah! That’s very thoughtful of you. Zenitsu, Inosuke and i were quite injured on our last mission, so we had to come back here. » his gaze fell on Nezuko, who had taken to resting her head on your lap(forcing you to sit down on one of the beds, your legs hanging over the edge) and the corners of his lips quirked up. « if you want we could—« 

« Tanjiro! » the shoji door slid open abruptly, and if you didn’t have better reflexes, you would have jumped and let Nezuko fall onto the floor. « You! I knew it, Inosuke told me you had disappeared the moment [Name]-chan arrived and here you are, getting chummy with her! »

Your face felt warm. Very warm. You looked back down at Nezuko, who’s eyes were now open, silently scrutinizing Zenitsu for disrupting her nap.

« What- that’s not what we’re doing! » Tanjiro’s cheeks almost matched the color of his hair. « You can’t just say something like that! We were just..talking. »

If you knew something about Zenitsu, it was the fact that he had extremely good hearing, able to pick up on nuances. His eyes flashed for a second, and he marched inside, shooting Tanjiro a half-hearted glare(and causing the poor Kamado to flinch). His whole demeanor seemed to change upon setting eyes on you and before you knew it, his arms were on you— or rather around you— and he was rubbing his cheek against yours, promptly suffocating Nezuko who whined and wiggled her way out.

« [Name]-channnn! » his voice was sing-song like. « Did i hear that right? You came to see me? »

Tanjiro, sighed, patting Nezuko’s head to placate her, but ultimately decided—for his sanity most likely—to remain silent and to abstain from telling him you were here to see the both of them.

You chose to follow his actions as well, granting him a little laugh. You might have been imagining it, but his hold on you tightened just slightly and you were hoping against hope that he could not hear the rapid beating of your heart. « Sure, how are you? »

And so you, Tanjiro and a very grumpy Nezuko(who immediately gave up and resorted to going back into her box) found yourselves listening to Zenitsu very flamboyantly complain about the training they were put through by the residents of the Butterfly Estate. If you hadn’t had feelings for him, you might’ve asked him to shut up.

« That.. does sound awful, but the training’s only to make sure you are not rusty on missions after resting for so long. » you offered as his tears wet your uniform.

« That’s exactly what i told him as well, but he still complains.. » Tanjiro said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

« Of course you’ll find it easy! » Zenitsu’s eyes were almost bulging out of his sockets. « You get to get close to Kanao-chan during training, you like chasing after her, don’t you? »

You tried to ignore the sting in your chest, but before you could come to Tanjiro’s aid, he was already by your side, his hands waving in front of him. His face was painted with surprising alarm. « I don’t chase after her! » he wasn’t looking at Zenitsu. « Th-that’s not it, [Name]-chan! I just have to actually chase after her when we’re playing tag, but i don’t chase after her in- the way that Zenitsu means! »

The latter had fallen surprisingly silent. His honey eyes staring Tanjiro down with something that you couldn’t quite make out.

« It’s fine, really, » you smiled. « I know what you mean. »

He seemed uncertain as he looked at you, but for the second time that day, he decided to stay quiet. Soon, night was falling and you were waving goodbye to Kanao, Tanjiro and Zenitsu as you walked down the path that would take you to your home.

Watching you leave from the engawa, they felt something pull at their heartstrings. It was like every other time they watched you leave. They knew what they felt about you, they knew what you felt about them.

And they also knew what the other felt about you.

Neither of them knew what those feelings would lead to but with everytime you talked to them, comforted them, trained with them, their resolution built stronger.

They knew, then, that one day they’d make you their wife.

One day.

[forever-rogue]

Kiss prompt maybe a holiday theme too? 27. brushing lips together, lingering for a moment, catching your breath and/or 60. mistletoe kisses? With Eddie or Bucky if you can.

AN | No, but this is the softest and sweetest thing🥺🥰

Warnings | Mild Language 

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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“Ugh,” the two of you groaned in unison at the television. Eddie got some popcorn out of the bowl and tossed it at the screen, causing you to almost lose it as you dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“Eddie,” you were practically beaming at him, at the silly face he made while he watched the main characters on screen finally share their first kiss after almost two hours of vapid plot, “you’re making a mess!”

“It’s worth it,” he insisted as he shoved a few pieces in his mouth before doing the same to you. Your little admonishment held nothing but affection, a fact you were both well aware of, “this is insanely bad!”

“The worst,” you agreed, a bad rendition of some old holiday song playing as the credits started to roll, “why do we do this to ourselves?”

“Because,” he scoffed as though you had just gravely offended him. You playfully rolled your eyes at the boy, but he did his best to keep the serious look on his face, “it’s tradition now. And we can’t break tradition. We must watch cheesy Christmas movies and make fun of them. It’s the law.”

“The law?” you repeated as he answered with a fervent little nod, “and what would happen if  we didn’t watch any of said movies?”

“I’d be forced to arrest you and put you in jail.”

“And just what does this jail consist of?” you snorted in amusement as he rubbed at his jaw thoughtfully.

“It’s more of a metaphorical jail,” he mused, “the punishment being that you have to spend every waking  - and sleeping - moment with me.”

“That doesn't sound like much of a punishment,” you gently nudged his arm, a delicate warmth settling in your bones at the soft look on his face. You already spent a lot of time with your best friend…if you had it your way, you would have gladly spent every single moment with him, “we’re already together a lot. Although sleeping might be the real punishment. You snore a lot-”

“I do not!” His reply was indignant as he crossed his arms over his chest, which only made you laugh harder, “I do not snore.”

“You do!” you insisted firmly, “and you fart!”

“That’s it,” but you were laughing as he leaned across the couch, hands going to your sides as he tickled you mercilessly. You shrieked in amusement, immediately squirming from how ticklish you were. He pulled you into his lap, an action that he didn’t even think about, but that seemed so effortless and natural. You were still trying to get him to show mercy as you wiggled in his grasp, “I do not snore and do not fart!”

“You do! Mercy - please!”

“Take it back,” his warm, large hands settled on the supple, plump flesh of your hips and waist, fingers ghosting along your bare skin, “do it and I’ll show mercy!”

“Never!” tears were running down your face and Eddie had to admit that he was impressed with your ability to keep going.

“No mercy then,” there was a wicked little smile on his face as he went for the sweet spot that he knew always pushed you over the edge.

“Fine, fine, fine,” eventually you gave in, breathless and crying from all the tickles as you looked at your ridiculously pretty best friend, “you don’t snore or fart in your sleep!”

“There,” a satisfied little smile settled on his features as he stopped his assault of tickles, and settled his hands on your waist, “was that so hard?”

“A little bit,” your pretty, soft lips formed a pout that he couldn’t help but laugh at, “it did hurt my pride a little though.”

“Ahh, well I’m sure you’ll get it back somehow,” it was now that you became aware of just how close the two of you were. Your hands were on his shoulders and he still held you in his lap. It was far from the first time that you’d been this close, but something felt different today.  You swallowed the lump in your throat as you studied his pretty honey brown eyes, “and I guess we’ll just have to watch more bad holiday movies so I don’t get subjected to any punishment.”

“Smart girl,” you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes flicked from yours down to your lips, even if it was just for a moment. A comfortable, warm silence fell over the two of you as he reached up and put his hand on your face, brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek, You couldn’t help the way you preened into his touch, silently urging him for more, more, more. The corners of his mouth ticked up in a small smile, “you’re really pretty.”

“Eddie,” you both subconsciously leaned in, the tips of your noses brushing against one another. This was it, your entire body screamed at you, this was the moment that your best friend that you’d been in love with for years and years finally kissed you. You could feel his warmth breath fanning across your face, the gentle brush of his soft lips against yours when -

“Eddie!” The door to the trailer slammed open as Dustin and Steve made their miraculous appearance. The two of you pulled apart so fast, sitting on the opposite ends of the couch, that it almost gave you whiplash. Your heart was pounding in your chest with nerves as you refused to look at Eddie, quietly trying to catch your breath and pretend that this moment had never happened, “we’ve decided to grace you with our presence for bad Christmas movie time!”

“Fantastic,” Eddie groaned lightly, “simply fantastic.”

You could feel the boy looking at you, but couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Instead you made yourself small and used the barrier of Steve and Dustin to keep a distance from Eddie. 

So close, so far away.

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It seemed like both of you had silently decided that the other night hadn’t happened. At least not the part where you were in his lap and about to properly kiss. Like there was some mutual understanding that neither of you would mention it again. It was a moment of weakness, you decided, a moment of two people that craved physical contact, nothing or nothing less. 

But you weren’t about to let that stop you from hanging out with your best friend. He’d been your best friend before, and he would continue to be. You weren’t going to let a momentary lapse of judgment ruin almost a decade of friendship. 

Which is how you found yourself at the biggest tree lot in Hawkins, tracking around with Eddie, an ax, and the noticeable distance you kept between yourselves. You were on the hunt of the perfect tree, a tradition that the two of you had started years ago. You were often left home alone to your devices, and Eddie only had Wayne, and you’d basically become each other’s family over the years. Which included picking out a huge tree and putting it up in your house and spending the afternoon decorating it while baking cookies, drinking hot chocolate and watching more bad movies. You weren’t sure if heaven was real or some mystical made up concept, but if it was, you were sure that this was your version of it - with Eddie, all warm and cozy, and in love. 

Well - you were in love, smitten in fact, but you’d never tell him that. Why scare him away when you could just keep him as your best friend for the rest of your life? 

“Umm, princess?” it was the waving of his hand in front of your face that snapped you back into reality. You looked at him, warmth rising in your cheeks as you offered up an apologetic smile, “you alright there, space cadet?”

“Y-yeah,” no, I was just daydreaming about you again, “totally. Just zoned out for a moment.”

“Hmm,” he mused, but decided not to push the issue. He pointed to the tree to his left, “whaddaya think?”

“It’s perfect,” and perfect, at least when it came to the two of you, meant perfectly imperfect. It was tall, some sections more fluffy than others, and a few odd branches out of place, “I think this is the one we’re adopting. Good eye, bub.”

“I have a way for finding the best treasures,” his eyes locked onto yours as you shied away, “I’ll start chopping if you wanna go paid and then we can get it wrapped up.”

“Sure,” you started to walk towards the entrance of the tree farm when you felt him gently grab your wrist, “what?”

“Here,” he pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket and pressed it into your hand. You shook your head and tried to argue but he wasn’t having it, “just take it. I insist…business has been very good lately. Just listen to me for once without arguing, stubborn little thing.”

“Fine,” you couldn’t fight back the smile as you accepted the money and pressed a kiss to his cheek without thinking about it, “hurry back, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he promised, watching you almost skip away. He pulled off his glove and touched his cheek where his skin had been blessed by your lips. A wistful little sigh escaped his lips before turning back to the tree. You didn’t know it just yet, but he had a plan. A plan that would hopefully finally push the two of you in the right direction.

He could only hope you truly felt the same.

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The whole house felt cozy and warm. There was a merrily crackling fire that Eddie had started to stave off the chill of the snow that had started to gently fall. The house seemed like the freshly baked gingerbread cookies you’d spent the early part of the afternoon backing. The living room was taken over by the large Christmas tree and decorations placed through the room. It was your own version of a winter wonderland and it felt so utterly perfect. 

You were in the kitchen, popping some corn the old fashioned way, to make things more festive Eddie had insisted, and putting together a platter with random snacks for your movie marathon. You’d been left home alone again, this time all week, and had planned on asking Eddie to stay the night. You didn’t want to make things uncomfortable or weird, so you hoped the opportunity would come up organically. And it wasn’t like it would have been a rare thing for him to spend the night or vice versa, but things just felt…different since the barely there kiss you’d exchanged the week before. And you didn’t want to mess anything up with him. 

“Princess?” you heard Eddie’s voice call from the living room, perking up at the soft and affectionate tone he always seemed to have for you, “can you give me a hand real quick?”

“Be right there,” you pumped the popcorn into a bowl, quickly buttering and salting it before turning off the stove and heading over to him, “I hope nothing’s on fire or broken!”

“Not yet,” came his cheeky response. You laughed as you walked over to him, failing to see what exactly he needed assistance with. You stopped in front of him and raised an eyebrow.

“Just what exactly did you need help with, bub? It looks like everything's been handled,” you spied the little glint in his eye as he shook his head. It was then that you noticed that he was hiding something behind his back. Color you curious, “Eddie?”

“I was wondering,” his voice dropped to a whisper as he moved ever so slightly closer to you, “if you could hold this while I secure it.”

And from behind his back he revealed just what he had been hiding from you. Mistletoe. Your heart almost stopped when you looked at it, all pretty and wrapped up with a neat little red bow. A small gasp escaped your lips despite your best efforts as you looked between the mistletoe and Eddie. There was a nervous little look on his face as he anxiously waited for you to say or do something.

“Eddie?” your question was almost inaudible but he nodded sweetly as you took the mistletoe from him and clutched it tightly in your hand, “me?”

“You,” he promised. You. It had always been you. Just like it had always been him. You exhaled with nervous anticipation as you stood on your tippy-toes and held the mistletoe to the top of the doorframe. Eddie pulled out some string, along with a nail and hammer, and quickly secured to the top, letting it hang down over your heads, “merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

“Merry Christmas, Eddie,” you whispered back just as softly as you both leaned in, your entire body feeling like a live wire. He reached up and touched your face, searching your eyes to make sure you wanted this much as he did. And oh. You desperately did.

He closed the little bit of distance between your bodies, one hand cupping the back of your head and the other holding onto your waist as he kissed. Finally, actually, truly kissed you. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and then some more. 

Both of you refused to pull apart until you were dizzied and breathless, grinning at each other like the lovesick fools you both were. 

“I’m in love with you, you know,” he whispered, his hold on you still strong as though he was afraid to let you go, “have been for a long time.”

“I know,” you beamed brighter than the summer sun as you leaned in to kiss him again. Now that you had a taste of him, you never wanted to go without again, “I’m in love with you too.”

“I know,” he smiled before kissing you softly, “best Christmas ever.”

“Best Christmas ever.”

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly Roundup (25/12 - 31/12)

TSUKIHIME

Some honestly sweet holiday fluff with the tsukihime cast of op's choosing

FATE/APOCRYPHA

In an alternate world, rather than summon Astolfo, Celenike summons servant Rider Goredolf Musik, driver of the Shadow and Storm Borders, he who's driving skills escaped the apocalypse twice. While everyone else is reeling from the implications that not only was a modern mage able to enter the Throne, but that said mage also was of the Musik line, Goredolf is panicking because if he, a member of Chaldea, was summoned, things are about to get very bad very fast.

FGO

Foreigner's New Years party, go as insane, as horny or as wholesome as you want

Hello fellow enjoyers of FGO! For No FGO January, I present to you all a very simple prompt. Show me your mastersonas! I don’t care under what context, how they’re doing, who they’re fucking, whether it’s wholesome, angst, whatever, I just want to see artworks/stories/whatever of your own original characters. Take this month of No FGO prompts to share what you already have, I look forward to seeing what you all have in store!

as a harmless prank, Mash and a few other servants (can be anyone like habetrot, caster cu, etc) dress up as caterpillars. It’s up to the writer/artist to decide how Morgan reacts to seeing mashu and co. in caterpillar suits.

If there was one place Ritsuka Fujimaru never expected to end up after everything with the Lostbelts and Ordeal Call was well and truly over, and the Earth was back to the way it was supposed to be... it was finding work at NFF Services, working directly under both Koyanskayas, no less. They were expecting to be worked to the bone, given their past interactions, but weirdly enough, they've been just... nice to them? Ritsuka keeps suspecting some kind of sinister plot, or cruel joke, but apparently the Koyans are just THAT invested in the well-being of their employees. Even more so in Ritsuka's case, given that they answer directly to both Light and Dark. It's still weird... but in a good way, they supposed.

Guda twin! Au where Gudako and Gudao meet once a week at Moriarty's bar to just hang and talk. Often these conversations end up being about their individual harems. (Whoever is in each harem is up to the writer but preferred that both are bisexual harems)

ranmaru x takes ritsuka back to her planet, and it’s up to the gudaguda gang to get ritsuka back!

so I found out by a yt short that takeda likes boys and writes passionate love letters to them. how about Kagetora and/or Nobunaga making fun of him for his passion for boys

thanks to the event I need some Ibuki x Habetrot for no reason other than major size difference makes brain go brrr. Smut is optional but there's gotta be emphasis on how wide the height gap is.

smut, While he mostly feeds of dreams. Merlin does occasionally need sex as every incubus does. Being one of the only human's alive, Gudako agrees, thinking that it's just gonna be a quickie. Cut to hours later. Gudako's mind has turned to mush and she's super overstimulated, begging Merlin to stop but he just. Keeps. Going. (yes I'm very horny for Merlin if you can tell)

I just finished LB6 and I have the BIGGEST Mélusine brainrot right now! I would appreciate anything about Mélusine x Female Ritsuka! Thanksss

taigong trying to have a peaceful fishing day but weird shit keeps happening so he says screw it and proceeds to annihilate anything that tries to fuck it up

Koyanskaya of Darkness is perusing her catalogue and pondering what new creatures to add to it when a flash of inspiration comes to her; what better way to add to her wares than to collar her own Light form? (smut is optional but recommended)

smut, Castoria x Tonelico sloppy sex. If they use Merlin's magic dick(tm) or not is up to the author

Agravain, despite what others might think, loved his siblings. He always had difficulty showing it, its true, but he never hated them or anything. This is why he would always send them out on missions. He believed in them that much. And so, Agravain awaits two of his siblings at the execution grounds for the traitor Guinevere when a scout arrives.

ANY

Write the killing blow your servants performed on a boss of your choosing. To give an example, here's mine. It was close to the end, Ritsuka could feel it. The immature Evil was worn down and she had only one retainer left, the other recently slain by Lobo before he was taken out. Taigong Wang and Mélusine fired off their noble phantasms, killing the last retainer before revealing that the immature Beast yet lived. She retaliated with her own, forcing Taigong out of the fight as Mélusine was the last one standing. Ritsuka used her last two command seals to heal Mélusine and give her one final order. "By my command seal, Mélusine, unleash your noble phantasm!" She took to the sky chanting. "My name is Albion. The last dragon who opens the boundary! From Geoffrey to Fromont! Show us the time, Tukedight!" Not taking any chances, she struck while Koyanskaya was still reeling from the blow. Koyanskaya retaliated with devastating strikes as the two realized something. Both were close to death and their next clash would be their last. They pushed themselves to their limit but unfortunately for the immature Beast, Mélusine was much faster. With energy from her weapons forming a dragon's maw, she crunched down on Koyanskaya, finally putting their battle to an end.

CROSSOVER

After Mirei Park's offer and ultimatum, rather than go to Fukuoka, Kiryu goes to Fuyuki and starts a new life there. He becomes intertwined with the local Yakuza and, by extension, the participants of the 5th Holy Grail War. When the events of Yakuza 5 begin, Daigo makes an alliance with the Fujimura Family, and soon, all hell breaks loose. The conspiracy is expanded in scale due to influence from magi seeking to claim the Grail for themselves, and Kiryu must work together with Rin, Shirou, Sakura, and Rider to keep the ones they love safe.

[devilbeez]

how about wavewave tfa megaop swinlock and rattrap x dinobot? lisning I know the animating of beast wars isnt good it what everyone who first starts the series says but the story makes up for it just don't watch beast machine if you ever decide to watch beast wars the people who wrote that show never watch the oringal beast wars meaning that everyone is out of character

Imma try to answer this with those that I know which is WaveWave and MegaOp. I don’t remember much of SwinLock because I watched it so long ago but imma still try and I just don’t know Rattrap. If I’m desperate enough for more transformers content I might actually give in and look over the animation but that probably gonna be awhile

WaveWave (I looked this up if I got it wrong blame google)

I know you probably not meant them in this universe but I saw war of cybertron clip and the only thing I can think of is Soundwave and Shockwave making playlists together and play it during worst and best time in battle.

They’re like— that one post about hero x villain prompt about hero and villain fighting in battlefield cause it work and then cuddling together in bed at home and personal time. Like they HATE each other in work space because they’re colleagues rivals but when they’re off clock, they do be vibing with each other, man

They are very VERY down low about their relationship like no one knew and they like it that way.

I feel like them catching feeling is completely a accident. It’s very “ew I hate you but we have a mission together so I suppose we have to put that aside and work together……….well fuck—“ and it was a complete slow burn of a process because both of them refuse to say anything

Soundwave definitely confess first but only after he find out it was mutual and that there’s no possible way for failure just to get in a “ha, I confess before you, coward” but now it’s in an affectionate way

I feel like even before they caught feelings Shockwave is fascinated by Soundwave in someway, he just have a fixation on him like “you are so weird, something is definitely wrong with you and I want to study all of it”

MegaOp

Tfa is weird because it’s probably the only version of transformers that Megatron and Optimus didn’t have this— divorced couple energy going on, probably because how Optimus is in that and how they’re not besties before the war. So my view of them is like— that one couple that you have to ask “do they hate each other or are they doing it—“

When they fight I can only imagine Megatron looking down like “okay— stop— I feel like I’m being threaten by a puppy— not even a cybertronian one, the EARTH puppies” and Optimus just walk away, come back with a stool and smack him

The only other things I can imagine with them in tfa specifically is that everything out of their mouth have some sort of unintentional innuendo or unintentional flirting.

Swinlock

From google and memories, my perception of these two together is literally Jade and Azul from twisted wonderland. This is a “beneficial and contractual relationship not a romantic one” type thing— like they refuse to admit it verbally but their actions say it all

Swindle would definitely whine over Lockdown’s collection because they’re such goldmine but they’re off limit

Lockdown doesn’t admit it but he will bring souvenir for Swindle. Does he understand why a certain thing excite Swindle so much? No. Will he continue to do it anyway? Yes

I feel like they would be the couple that god let live another day and so they make it everyone else’s problem.

[mymoodwriting]

Beyond The Stars

F!Reader x EXO

Genre: Amnesia AU, EXO Universe/Planet

Warning: Runaways, Guns, Violence, Blood, Main Character Death, Temporary Death, Poison, Trauma, Abuse, Drugs, Pills, Medication, Manipulation

Words: 6.8K

Chapter Sixteen

(Prev//Next)

Prompt: You’re the most important thing to EXO, you’ve been with them for years, and when you wind up missing, it greatly upsets them. Their journey to find you and bring you home starts a chain of events that leads to facing their own greatest fears, making unlikely allies, traveling to other worlds again and finally gathering the strength to take down their greatest enemy. Along the way you get to see their true colors and fall in love all over again, although you might come to realize you don’t like what you see in the mirror.

@suhappysuho @starillusion13​

“Red Force? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t play with me. I told you, traveling dimensions isn’t random, we landed here for a reason, and that reason is RF. There is something you’re not telling us, so talk.”

“I don’t-”

“Or I will make you.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Yes. I don’t want to, but I assure you, I can follow through with it.”

Chan scoffed. “You’re talking about this Red Force as if I’d have any idea what they are or what they do. How do you expect me to answer that?”

“They’re a group bent on corrupting all of existence and tend to run all kinds of horrific experiments across different dimensions. Does that ring any bells?”

“Not particu-”

“Experiments?” Felix suddenly spoke up. “Like the ones we were a part of…”

“Felix!”

“What did you say?” Suho questioned. “You were experimented on?”

     Felix hesitantly rolled up his sleeve, revealing a barcode tattoo on his wrist. Chan didn’t seem entirely happy about the revelation, but Suho could understand why. He couldn’t begin to fathom what they had gone through, or how they escaped.

“Who did this to you?”

“We were in a lab in the city of Miroh.” Chan explained. “At the time it was simply home to us, but looking back on it we can see the truth.”

“So a place in the city that runs experiments, and you’re powerless to stop them… that sounds like RF. I see why we landed here.”

“Really?”

“Despite the rather infinite universes, one is always drawn to their own. Evil like RF would seek itself out, but there is still more good in us, so we end up with someone who we shared common ground with.”

“You were experiments too?”

“A long time ago… now that we know why we came here, there will be no issue leaving.”

“Wait, what?” Taeyong spoke up. “Leave?”

“Once your people are alright, we’ll get out of here.”

“We can’t just leave them. You’ve confirmed it yourself, RF is here, aren’t you going to do something?”

“Why would we do anything?”

“So you’re just gonna keep running away?”

“I’m sorry, do you think you can take on RF? Have you forgotten that your own people were taken and tortured for a handful of days? Because of them we wound up here, and some only just recovered from being trapped in their own minds. Do you seriously think you’re in any state to take on such an enemy?”

“We can’t just-”

“RF knows who my people are. They will not hesitate to burn this world to the ground to capture us. And they’ll gladly take you as well. So let’s not make our escape for nothing.”

“You’re a coward. This group here is just a piece of RF. You took down those bastards back on my home world, but now you can’t be bothered to fight them? You keep running, and for what-”

“There used to be twelve of us!”

“… what?”

“There used to be twelve… do a headcount for me.”

“…”

“I’m not risking anymore lives, especially when one of my own needs help. Once y/n is in a better state, we’re leaving.”

“You can’t-”

“Find your own way home then.” 

    Without another word Suho walked off, going to find you. Taeyong was left to process, but his gaze wandered over to Chan. This was his world, and he had just been told of a greater enemy of the universe that was here. More so that they weren’t gonna get any help with it.

“He’ll come around.” Taeyong stated. “He just needs a second.”

“I won’t hold my breath.” Chan sighed. “So, you’ve dealt with these RF guys before?”

“Yeah… they were on my home world too, had their own experiments… us actually…”

“Guess that’s their thing. What’s the point though?”

“No idea. You’d have to ask someone from EXO.”

“EXO?”

“The name of the others, my group goes by NCT.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Don’t worry so much, I won’t just leave you guys to fend for yourselves. We came here for a reason.”

“What about your world though? What happened there?”

“We rebuilt. I’d say it’s like a paradise. Which is all the more reason why I want to help you. I know what it’s like to be trapped by some higher power. One shouldn’t have to live like that.”

“Kinda gotten used to things here.”

“But it can be better.”

“I suppose.”

“I’ll talk to Suho, I promise.”

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    Despite being in a whole other world, it didn’t seem that different. You were surrounded by familiar faces, and familiar places. A whole little forest like this, you could feel Lay all around you. Although there was something off that you couldn’t quite figure it out. You weren’t going to dwell on it though. At the moment you just wanted to enjoy swimming in the pond with Chanyeol and Baekhyun. The water was actually warm like a hot tub, which was very relaxing and soothing, giving you a long overdue break.

“How are you feeling?”

    Suho came over to the edge of the pond, moving the water to bring you closer to him. You offered him a big smile, taking one of the flowers and holding it out to him. He took it and reached over to pet your head.

“I’m good. This is like a nice bath, it reminds me of home.”

“We’ll be going home soon, promise. I just want everyone to be alright first.”

“I know. How is everyone?”

“They’re doing alright. Have you seen Lay?”

“He was off with Chen somewhere.”

“Alright, you stay here then.”

“Will do.”

    Suho watched you go back over to the others before heading off to find Lay. Just as you said, he was with Chen, the two sitting on a rock and talking. When he had confronted Chan earlier, the two had stepped away from the others, and Taeyong had followed. He was sure they all had their questions, but he had some of his own too.

“Y/n seems to be doing well.” Suho stated. “What about the Neos?”

“I made a cleanser for them.” Lay said. “They already seem to be doing better, but some might need another one later.”

“Alright. Once they’re stable we can get out of here and go somewhere safe. From there we can take better care of y/n.”

“What’s the verdict then?” Chen questioned. “What did our host say?”

“RF is here under a different name. They were experimenting on those boys before they escaped.”

“Holy shit, really?”

“It makes sense why we landed near them. Still, when we’re good, we’re gone.”

“We’re not going to help them?”

“We’re not in a position to help anyone right now.”

♥♥♥♥♥

“Shouldn’t we let the hyungs know we’re going out?”

“As if they’d let us.”

    Jeno took Renjun’s hand and pulled him along. There did seem to be a lot of tension in the air, but there wasn’t much they could do about it. So instead they opted to explore. The Jisung from this world offered to show them around the district, and how they could refuse. So the two, along with Jaemin, followed Jisung and his friend Felix out into the district. This was only the second world they had been on, so they certainly wanted to see more of it. All five of them snuck out undetected.

“So this whole district… is yours?” Renjun questioned.

“Pretty much.” Jisung confirmed. “Been our home for years now.”

“So do you guys have powers?” Felix asked. “Like the others?”

“No.” Jaemin sighed. “I mean, in theory we should get some, but nothing’s happened yet.”

“Huh… can I ask, what did you go through? You were experimented on too, weren’t you?”

“It’s honestly hazy.” Jeno said. “A blur of white and pain. I don’t know why they did any of it, or why us.”

“How did you escape?”

“We had help. EXO, they took down RF, set us free. From there everything was up to us. What about you?”

“Chan is always the one with the plan. I’m not sure when he had it all figured out, but one day he had us follow him to this bus.” Jisung explained. “From there we just drove out of hell and kept going until we found a place to call our own.”

“Sounds pretty badass.”

    The group went around the district, seeing how it really was all their own. They were hiding, so it made sense to just keep to themselves, although it didn’t mean they were left alone.

“Shit, Miroh scouts.”

    Jisung took Felix’s hand, running into the nearest building and heading up. The other three followed, confused and with questions. They all got to one of the upper floors, staying away from any openings.

“What’s going on?” Jaemin questioned.

“Miroh scouts.” Jisung said. “But they’re not supposed to be here.”

“Then why are they?”

“Obviously because of all of you. Usually they come through the district later on, but your arrival must have them here to investigate.”

“What do we do then?” Jeno asked.

“We need to get back to base, and we can’t get caught by them either.”

“Okay, then let’s find an opening.”

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“Chan!” Minho was desperately looking for their leader. “Chan, we have a situation.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Miroh scouts, they’re here.”

“What!”

    Chan ran over and followed Minho over to their security system, looking over the cameras. His heart sank as he saw the Miroh scouts walking around, in rather big numbers too, and he had yet to hear the biggest issue.

“Jisung, and Felix stepped out a while ago with some of the aliens, and they’re not back yet.”

“What!”

“Is something wrong?”

    Taeyong had been with Chan when the boy was suddenly called away. He followed them, knowing a problem was also something he needed to worry about.

“Some of your boys ran off with mine and they’re not back yet!”

“What? I-”

“And now there are Miroh scouts in the district. They weren’t due to come through here for another three days! Your arrival has attracted unwanted attention and caused unnecessary problems. Now find them!”

“Find them?”

“Don’t you all have powers? One of you is surely able to find them.”

“You have cameras all over this place, why are you asking me?”

“Some went down when you showed up and we haven’t been able to repair them. And given they snuck out, they surely used blind spots to avoid detection.”

“Look, we can’t just teleport around this place. We don’t know where to look and we’d tire ourselves out.”

“There has to be something you can do.”

“Aren’t all your people connected or something.” Seungmin said. “Can’t you use that to find your people and ours?”

“We’re not exactly in the best condition right now.” Taeyong explained. “Sungchan is still recovering, as is Jungwoo, and even then, we don’t know this place, we wouldn’t be able to find them either.”

“So you’re useless.” Changbin stated. “What about the others then?”

“I don’t know what they’d be able to do.”

“Only one way to find out.”

    Chan and the others went off to find someone of EXO, going into the little forest area. They followed the sounds and came across a pond, seeing three individuals.

“Oh, hello there.” You saw the others and swam over. “What brings you here?”

“We need your help.”

“What can we-”

    You were gonna get out of the pond to better talk to them when Baekhyun came over and pulled you back in. He wrapped his arms around you.

“What’s going on?” Baekhyun asked. “Why do you need our help?”

“My boys have gone missing, and NCT is useless here.”

“Hate to be a prick but what do you expect from us?” Chanyeol question. “This isn’t our world, we don’t know how to navigate it, and none of our own are missing.”

“Surely you can do something!”

“What’s with all the commotion?” Suho made his appearance. “What’s going on?”

“My people are missing and someone needs to do something!” Chan yelled. “You’re all just telling me you’re useless despite all this power you have.”

“Easy, how about you start by telling me what’s going on?”

“There are Miroh scouts in the district. Most likely investigating your arrival, and some of my boys are out there. If they get caught they’ll get taken back to Miroh!”

“And that’s basically RF… do you have a general idea where they are?”

“No. They snuck around avoiding cameras, and some are offline anyway.”

“Okay, you need to fix those up first. If your enemies are all over the place, we need to make sure we aren’t blind anywhere.”

“Are we safe?” DO suddenly asked, all the others having gathered around. “Or do we need to prepare for a fight?” 

“No, we are safe here.” Minho assured. “This whole area is off their radar, so anyone outside is in danger, and that includes the NCT boys.”

“NCT…” Suho thought for a moment. “They’re not in the best condition right now, but perhaps we can figure something out. Kai teleports based on visuals, as long as he can visualize where he is going he can find them. Taeyong, how is Hendery?”

“He’s doing well, all things considered, why?”

“He gets visions, perhaps he can find Chan’s boys, and if Kai can get a visual on their location, we can get them back here quickly.”

“Kai isn’t connected to us, and Hendery’s never shared visions before.”

“That’s why we have Lay.”

“What?”

“I’ll explain while we get started, but firstly the cameras.”

“I’ll see if I can get Sicheng to look them over.” Taeyong said. “And I’ll get Hendery.”

“Okay.”

    The plan was similar to what had been done before to help the NCT boys, but the goal was different this time. Hendery wasn’t exactly at full strength but he was sure he could do this. They had just escaped from the monster, he didn’t want his younger brothers going back there.

“Kai will go under with you.” Lay explained. “If all goes well he’ll be able to see what you see, and know where to go.”

“It won’t hurt, right?” Hendery asked.

“No, just relax.”

    It was all a similar scene for Taeyong. The pond and flowers, the strange drink that leads one into a dream. Kai was already in the water, and Hendery slowly made his way in. He had been here before too, but this time he was willingly going under. Lay handed them both a drink, and once they took it had them lie down in the water. This was all really on Hendery, he knew who to reach out for, but he had never really forced a vision. For the most part they came to him on their own, in times of need or sporadically. With more practice he could probably control this better, but his powers were fairly new. For now he’d just have to trust he could do this.

    Everyone would also have to wait and see if he was capable of this. Chan was the most anxious. Their security system was getting fixed, but that was no guaranteed way of finding them. This wasn’t either, but magical powers sounded like the better option over technology. He could barely even understand how any of this worked. So he waited, pacing around the pond and hoping something happened soon. He didn’t know how long it took but seeing movement in the water got his attention. He would have gone into the water if Suho hadn’t stopped him.

“Give it a second.”

    Kai gasped awake, standing up in the water. Moments later Hendery seemed to wake up too, seeming far more disoriented than the other. Lay checked with him, whereas Kai was catching his breath and making his way over to the edge.

“Where are they!” Chan demanded. 

“In danger.”

    When Kai got out of the pond he grabbed Chan, and suddenly everything changed. They weren’t in the forest anymore, but what seemed more like an abandoned building. Chan was expecting to see his boys, but there was no one around.

“You said they were here!”

“This is where the vision led me. They’re around here. I’ll get reinforcements.”

    Kai quickly disappeared, and Chan was left on his own. He started looking around, if he could scream he would, but being out here was dangerous enough. He found the nearest window, peeking out as scouts walked past. They didn’t seem to be on alert, so no one had been found yet. He still had a chance. As he had taught the others, given the district is mostly abandoned, scouts would rarely check the upper floors of any of these buildings. Chan began to look for a way up when a hand was suddenly on his shoulder. Kai had returned with a few others.

“Easy, it’s us.”

“We need to check the upper floors. I usually-”

    The sounds of gunshots startled them all. There was already tension, and now Chan was afraid. He immediately ran towards the sound, jumping out the nearest window.

“Jisung! Felix!”

    He didn’t care about subtlety anymore. He was afraid of losing someone. The whole point of being out here was to be together and to be free. The others followed behind, knowing things could go sideways fast. Scouts were soon on them, and opening fire. For the most part they could take care of themselves, but Chan was the one carelessly running around. They protected him, but everything was becoming so chaotic. Soon enough they realized the scouts weren’t even people but robots, making it easier to take them down.

“Hyung!”

    Hearing Felix call out made Chan run all the faster, finding his boys on the run as well. He screamed to get the scouts attention, the others who had come with him soon followed. He didn’t care for his own safety, just running towards them, and then his world came crumbling down. A shot rang off and Jisung collapsed to the floor. Chan quickly fell to his knees when he reached the group, pulling Jisung into his arms.

“Jisung, Jisung! Stay awake!” Chan yelled. “Do something! You can heal him can’t you! Jisung!”

    It wasn’t safe to just bring others over, not until all the scouts were dealt with. Kai brought Chen, dealing with the robots, but by then it seemed Lay couldn’t do much for the boy. Chan was screaming at them to do something, but it seemed impossible. Although amidst all the chaos Kai was just staring at the scene perplexed. 

“He’s not… alive…”

    Chan was screaming his lungs out, holding Jisung and begging him to wake up. Felix was also panicked, knowing that moments ago they were okay, they were both here. Taeyong couldn’t even bring himself to scold the others, more worried about the events that transpired. He felt guilty, moreso considering how he had been telling Chan about helping him out and his world. Kai though had other things on his mind, disappearing and returning with DO a moment later.

“Something is off, right?”

“How come…”

“I don’t know.”

“Chan.” Kai walked over. “Do you mind if I…”

“Huh? What! This is all your fault! If you hadn’t come to my world and messed everything up! They weren’t supposed to be out here! Scouts weren’t supposed to be here! You-”

“I don’t think he’s dead.”

“What? What fucken nonsense are you-”

“Something is wrong. Something has been off about you since we arrived. You’re all still alive with your hearts beating and he’s… he hasn’t changed…”

“Huh?”

“It’s complicated to explain. Every universe has a different frequency, a different vibration, I can tell, and that’s how I’m able to differentiate between universes. The base frequency between you, and NCT, and me is all different, that’s how I know we’re all from different worlds. Although, there are different frequencies for living and nonliving things too. You guys… your frequency doesn’t match that of the rocks or buildings around here, but…”

“But what! You think I’m understanding any of the gibberish you’re spouting right now!”

“It hasn’t changed… you and the boy you’re holding, the frequency hasn’t changed… you’re not not alive, but… I’m not entirely sure you’re living…”

“What… how does that make sense? Speak clearly!”

“He’s not dead.” DO added. “I can sense the differences between the living and nonliving as well, but your frequencies haven’t changed. It doesn’t make any sense to us either.”

“So he’s not… but how… if he’s not dead then where is he!”

“I don’t know…”

♥♥♥♥♥

    Jisung gasped awake, sitting up from the bed he had been laying on. His eyes immediately scanned the room, there was nothing to see. The walls were empty and white, the room itself barren, the only thing present was himself and the bed he was on, his attention finally drawn to the only door.

“No…”

    He looked down at himself, horrified by the white clothes he was in. An alarm suddenly went off and he screamed, covering his ears. It was a sound he never wanted to hear again. He fell to the floor, curling up and sobbing. This all had to be a bad dream, it couldn’t be real. He wasn’t sure how long he was crying for, he only calmed down a bit when he heard the door open. He looked over and saw Chan come in. He was relieved, getting up and running to the older boy, embracing him in a hug, burying his face in the other boy’s shirt.

“Chan, I’m so happy to see you!” He couldn’t help but start sobbing again. “What’s going on here!? Please, I’m scared! I wanna go home!”

    There was no response and Jisung slowly pulled away, realizing Chan was dressed in all white as well, merely looking down at him with cold eyes.

“You’re late.”

“Chan?”

    He could barely get another word in before he was dragged out of the room. His vision was blurry from the tears and he did his best to wipe them off as he stumbled behind Chan. They stopped when they came out into this balcony area, he quickly noticed the other boys standing along the wall on either side of him

“What-”

    Chan grabbed his arm and scanned his barcode, Jisung wasn’t quick enough to pull away, although he held his hand close to himself afterwards. He looked around frantically, barely registering what was happening. Chan forcefully grabbed his hand again and placed a pill in his palm. Jisung just stared at it horrified for a moment before looking up at Chan, shaking his head, tears building up again.

“No… no… no I’m not-”

“Please take your medication.”

“Chan! What are you doing! What’s going on!”

“Please take your medication.”

“No!”

    Jisung dropped the pill on the floor, crushing it under his foot. Tears were blurring his vision again, he desperately wanted to wake up. He ran over to Minho, shaking him, trying to get the blank look off his face.

“Minho! Minho, come on, you gotta help me!”

    The other boy just looked down at him, unbothered by Jisung’s actions. Jisung tried again with Changbin but he got the same response, the others didn’t even look at him, the only one watching his outburst was Chan. He stepped away from the group, looking at the others, he was scared, but most of all it was clear he was alone in all this. He didn’t just want to leave them all behind but it seemed there was nothing he could do to help them, which meant he had no reason to stay there. Although the second he made a run for it, they all came to life, chasing after him.

    He had no idea where he was going, making directional decisions as they came up without hesitation. Suddenly very scared of the people he once called friends. He thought maybe he could escape them but as he rounded a corner a hand wrapped around his arm and stopped him in his tracks, pulling him back and slamming him against a wall. Jisung found himself staring into Hyunjin’s dead eyes. He squirmed, trying to break free from the older boy’s grip only to have the others catch up and further hold him down.

“You’re hurting me!” Jisung cried out. “Let me go! What are you doing?! Stop! Let me go you guys! This isn’t funny.”

    He was desperate to get away but no one was moving, the only action they had shown was chasing him down. Hyunjin took advantage of his cries for help, grabbing his face and holding his mouth open as Chan slipped a pill past his lips. He had no time to try to spit it out before his mouth was covered. He struggled furiously this time, refusing to take the stupid medicine. That is until Minho got the great idea of pinching his nose.

    Jisung stared at the boy in disbelief, stopping his movements to preserve his oxygen. He knew eventually he had to breathe and to do so he’d need to swallow that damn pill. There was no winning here. If this all really had been a bad dream he would have woken up already, he closed his eyes, fresh tears falling as he swallowed the pill. Once it was done he was immediately let go, the boys walking off to who knows where.

    He stayed put against the wall for a moment, a familiar dull feeling slowly overtaking him. Chan was the only one who stayed, watching him, waiting for him. Jisung wiped away his tears again, feeling defeated, then started walking the same way the others had gone, Chan right on his tail. Even if he wasn’t sleeping this was certainly a nightmare, the one place he and the others never wanted to return to, Miroh.

♥♥♥♥♥

“If Jisung isn’t dead then prove it to me!”

    Getting back to the base was a dreadful experience. The other boys were speechless to discover one of their own was gone. Only to then hear about the fact that he wasn’t even alive, that none of them are by the standards of these aliens.

“How can I prove that?” Kai questioned. “It’s not like I can share my powers with you so you’d understand. The only other person who could get this besides DO and I is Taeyong.”

“I can?”

“You can teleport, being able to sense the differences between dimensions would be basic.”

“Huh…”

“This is still your fault!” Chan yelled. “You brought this shit to my world, and you have to fix it!”

“How?”

“You said he wasn’t dead…” Felix mumbled. “So if I… die… I’d follow him… right?”

“Don’t say something like that.” Hyunjin said. “You’re not going to die.”

“But we’re not really alive… are we…”

“We don’t know what’s going on. So let’s not-”

“If I were to die I could go to Jisung… so he won’t be alone.”

“That is not going to happen.” Chan stated. “We don’t know if what they’re saying is real. We have no way of knowing if what you’re suggesting would work.”

“Then what if I died… for a bit…”

“What?”

“If I die for a little while and come back… I could find Jisung, right?”

“Felix…”

“It should have been me!”

“Felix.”

    Chan pulled Felix into his arms, letting the boy sob into his chest. The whole event had stressed them all out, and he couldn’t imagine how the other felt. Although he couldn’t help but think over what had been said.

“Suho.”

“Hm?”

“Is it possible… to do what Felix said?”

“You mean temporarily die?”

“Yes.”

“I… yes. Since you’re not really alive, at least that’s the theory, stopping your heart should be enough. Sehun can make sure you’re still getting oxygen to your systems, and Lay could also maintain your body. Either way you can’t be dead for long.”

“I’ll do it. If Jisung is somewhere else now, he must be alone and afraid. If I can find him and bring him back, then I’ll do anything.”

“If you’re sure about this… I’ll start the preparations.”

“Good.”

    To willingly offer yourself up to death, it was a terrifying ordeal, but Chan was prepared to do it if he could help one of his own. For the last few days he had seen a lot of things, especially these weird swimming trips others had taken. Everyone had gone in and come back out, so he could only hope the same would happen to him.

“So… how does this… go…”

“It’ll be like falling asleep.” Lay explained. “No pain at all, and we’re here to make sure nothing goes wrong.”

“How long will you… how long do I have?”

“A minute, possibly less.” Suho added. “Even with us this is still dangerous.”

“I’ve seen a lot of weird things from you guys, a lot of miracles too, you haven’t fucked anything up yet.”

“I appreciate your trust.”

    For some reason Chan thought the water would be ice cold, but it was quite warm and soothing. It helped put him at ease as he made his way over to Lay. When he took the bowl into his hands he stared at it for a moment, seeing his reflection in red water. He reminded himself what he was doing this for, and then drank it all down. He took a deep breath and laid back, letting his body float on the water.

“Just close your eyes, we’ll see you in a bit.”

♥♥♥♥♥

    When you originally heard yelling you were concerned, but the boys told you not to worry. This world was still foreign to you, and it wasn’t a good idea to get so involved. It was something you always did. Whenever you traveled somewhere new and settled down, it was important to keep to yourselves and not draw attention. That definitely applied here, especially given how you wound up in such a place. Although when one of the inhabitants came to ask for help, you couldn’t turn a blind eye to it. Of course there wasn’t much you could do about Chan’s situation, but offer support.

    You knew Chan was in good hands, but you didn’t know how the rest of this would play out. So you watched with the others, hoping something good would come out of this. They kept their promise, even if Chan’s heart stopped, he would be alright, and they only kept him under for a minute. It would always be a jarring experience for a newcomer, so when Chan opened his eyes again he was in a panic, screaming for Jisung. Two of the others rushed in to help him settle down, and got him out of the water. Once he had calmed down he explained what he saw, and what happened.

“I was back there… in Miroh… in the lab… we all were… everything was just like before…”

“How is that possible?” Seungmin questioned. “Are we… are we not…”

“Clones.” Chen concluded. “You guys are clones.”

“What?”

“It would make sense. Why you’re alive but not entirely. Although this is also a new development from RF as well…”

“How could we be clones?” Minho questioned. “We have memories and… and…”

“My guess would be some form of projected consciousness.” Baekhyun explained. “It must be part of their experiment to see how long you’d last out in the districts without worrying over your health or safety.”

“They’re not monitoring us!”

“But once you die they could look through your memories… which means they’ll look through Jisung’s memories and recognize us…”

“We can’t let that happen.” Suho said. “If RF discovers we’re here, they’ll attack, disregarding their other experiments.”

“We need to get Jisung back!” Chan yelled. “I am not leaving him in Miroh!”

“Agreed. We need to rescue him, and get you all out of Miroh.” 

“I thought you weren’t going to help.” Taeyong stated. “That you can’t get involved in other world affairs.”

“Things change.”

“Yeah now that your people are in danger.”

“I’m not having this conversation with you right now. So you can stay here with your people.”

“What?”

“They’re still recovering, and too many people won’t make it easy to break in.”

“But-”

Suho pulled Taeyong aside. “I also need someone capable of watching y/n, and keeping an eye out for that thing.”

“Right…”

“Good, with that taken care of, Chan, I need you to tell me everything you know about Miroh.”

    If you could help, you would, but something like this was way out of your league. The boys discussed and you left them to that, checking in with some of the NCT boys. Those that had been caught in the in between had kept to themselves a lot, and you ended up sitting by one of the boys curled up under a blanket. He senses your presence and peeked his head out a bit.

“Hi, I’m y/n. I don’t think we got to meet.”

“Jungwoo…”

“How have you been? I’ve heard stories of that place… I’m sorry you wound up there.”

“I’m fine.”

“If you want someone to talk to, I’m all ears.”

“…”

“You know it’s kinda weird, being surrounded by people who have powers. Well, I have their gifts, but it’s not power like them.”

“Gifts?”

“Simple stuff, like, higher lung capacity, thicker skin, immune to poison, lower body temp, but nothing I could really use to fight evil you know.”

“You… you don’t have wings?”

“Huh? No, I wish, that would be so cool.”

“Oh…”

“What powers do you have?”

“I… astral projection… I’m connected to all my brothers but… they were gone…”

“Hm?”

“One moment they were there… and then they all disappeared… I was all alone… and scared…”

“Are they back now? Can you feel them?”

“Yes but… what if I lose them again?”

“It wasn’t your fault, and the chances of it happening again are slim. Your brothers care about you, and wouldn’t abandon you.”

“But if it does…”

“You got tangled up in evil forces. They did this, not you or your members. You guys beat them once before, and we all did it again.”

“Evil… you mean RF?”

“Yeah. I’ve heard about them, but never really been involved. The boys keep me away and all that.”

“You don’t know…”

“Not much I’m afraid. EXO escaped from them, but they’re still hunting them down. It’s why we lay low and try not to get involved. They’re an interdimensional force, can’t really find somewhere safe to hide.”

“Why not fight then?”

“Not sure, not really something I can comment on. I’m scared too, of being alone, but I trust they’ll always come back to me. Even in a world of infinite possibilities, I trust I’ll still have them. Just like you have your brothers.”

“Thanks.”

“When everything is done here, you should all go home. Refresh before you go on and more adventures.”

Jungwoo chuckled. “That’s a good idea.”

♥♥♥♥♥

    Suho knew RF hid themselves well in any world, and that required blending in. Of course the security in Miroh was standard, so breaking in wouldn’t be so difficult. The problem was just navigating a new place, and making sure not to get caught. It was so dangerous already for Suho and his people to be there, not to mention the seven others who had somewhat escaped before. The only benefit was that they had the element of surprise, but that only works once. So they couldn’t blow this. Chan had extensive knowledge of the place, but there were still too many of them to walk around undetected.

“What are we supposed to do?” Jeongin asked. “If we find our other… halves? Then what?”

“We can’t travel all together, we’ll attract attention.”

“If we’re here, why not go back now.” Changbin suggested. “Like, back to our bodies.”

“It could be dangerous to do that.” Chanyeol said. “We’re not sure what will happen to you.”

“We’re mostly kept in a numb state.” Chan explained. “But I was out of it when I returned, if we all go back at the same time, we’d only need to get Jisung.”

“You’ll end up somewhere we don’t know, how can we find you and get you out?”

“Cause a distraction then. This place can’t be allowed to continue with whatever it’s doing. Not when we have a chance to destroy it, not when there could be so many others like us out there.”

“I see your point.” Suho said. “Alright, Chen, on my mark, you cut the power. That’ll send this whole place into high alert, and we destroy it from the inside out.”

“Got it.”

“First then, we get Chan and his boys reunited with their missing member.”

    Death wasn’t something they usually dealt with, but of course they had the means necessary. Lay bloomed a flower in his hands, a black one, handing each of the boys a pedal. He assured them it would feel like falling asleep, and the proceeded without hesitation. After a moment Suho gave the order, and they commenced with the plan. At some point they’d surely run into Chan and the others, until then, they should help those in need. This wasn’t their first time raiding an RF lab, seeing all the innocent people they had trapped, and it wouldn’t be the last. The security was at least easy to deal with as most of it seemed to be similar to those robots from before, and soon enough they ran into familiar faces.

“You certainly give off a different frequency now.” Kai assured. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

“Same.”

    Even with all the chaos, it wasn’t entirely their place to clean up, as long as people were safe. The boys of this world were quite content with seeing their previous hell burned to the ground, and knowing they were truly free. Together they returned back to District 9. You had been so worried about them, so upon returning you ran into Xiumin’s arms. He assured you everything had gone well, and that you would be going home soon. Of course that wasn’t entirely the case, as Taeyong needed to speak with Suho about that.

“How was she?”

“Alright. Just some small talk, nothing to worry about.”

“Good.”

“So you’re just gonna leave now?”

“We can’t be messing around with another world.”

“What about mine?”

“I think you’re not remembering things properly.”

“Huh?”

“We took down RF in your world, but the rest was all you. Rebuilding, making it safer, all that was you guys, we had nothing to do with that. Stopping RF is as far as we can meddle. What happens next is up to the inhabitants of this world.”

“I see…”

“Do you think your guys are ready to go?”

“Yeah, yeah I think so.”

“Mind if I have a word before then?” Chan questioned. “I should thank you.”

“I also need to apologize.” Suho added. “We brought a lot of trouble to your home, even if we didn’t mean to.”

“You’ve also helped a lot. In ways I didn’t even know.”

“I suppose. Although we can offer much more.”

“I overheard, and I understood. You’re just otherworldly visitors, but what you’ve done is enough, for me at least.”

“I’m glad to know we can leave you all in a good place. I’ll make sure your little forest maintains itself well once we’re gone.”

“That would be great.”

    You kinda wished you could stay, get to know them and this place some more, but you never supposed to come here. Just a quick stop. You enjoyed a bit of the forest before you left. You were with Lay as he made sure nature became one with the world, partially feeling his presence leave the plants and trees around.

“You’re sure this will be safe, right?” Doyoung questioned. “No unexpected stops?”

“Everything should be fine, but there’s actually somewhere we can stop by first.” Suho said. “A safe place to make sure you all can get home smoothly.”

    You said your goodbyes, hoping that maybe some time in the future your paths would cross again. Then you joined the others, ready for another big interdimensional jump, holding Kai and Lay’s hand. Of course some of the NCT boys were nervous, but you knew things would work out in the end no matter what. Kai counted down for everyone and you closed your eyes, feeling the world shift around you. Things got noticeably quieter and you slowly opened your eyes, taking in your new surroundings.

“Where are we?” Kun asked. “This isn’t Neo city…”

“A quick stop to make sure our inter dimensional travel wouldn’t be tainted again.” DO explained. “Everyone alright?”

    No one was unconscious this time, only suffering from some minor dizziness. You looked around with excitement, not recognizing your surroundings at all. Everything seemed to be made of wood, barrels and hammocks all over the place. Then you heard the wood creak from above, looking up. You could hear footsteps, realizing you weren’t alone.

“Suho, where are we?”

“Aboard Destiny.”

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Do you do scenarios or headcanons? If so, how many characters can we request for scenarios or headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Do you do poly ships x reader? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? Would you do NSFW requests? For Baldur's Gate 3 requests, would you mind if we don't specify the race/class to leave it ambiguous or if we ask specify the race/class like human/healer? What kinks would you accept for requests? Thank you in advance!

Hello, and thank you so very much for your questions anon! I'll be answering them as they were asked, numbered of course.

1. I do both scenarios and head-canons, scenarios trying to fit more into canon while head-canons are simply my rambles. Occasionally I will move away from canon if I'm writing a fic for specifically me in mind, such as a birthday fic I'm working on with Kar'niss that involves chocolate covered strawberries, something that he probably in his current state would not get nutrition from or even enjoy

2. Usually I would prefer if people would keep asks for multiple characters below five, but I'm not upset if someone wants to add a sixth if they really are curious. On that note, you can ask for all of the different versions of a character that I write for without worry of numbers, for example you could ask for every version of Jervis Tetch I write for and I would be more than happy to write it.

3. I would adore doing the same prompt for multiple characters, it means I get to analyze how they would act in the same environments and how it would effect them. (For context I love doing experiments in real life and writing usually can satisfy my cravings for science in a way.)

4. I will write for next to anything. I don't like putting limitations on what I write. There are things that I won't write because I either don't have enough knowledge on or because I personally don't like it and refuse to directly make my blog unsafe for people with 'unsavory' kinks. In my notes and warnings in my tagged post, I said I don't write for noncon/rape yet and probably won't. Now does that mean I won't write it in the future or that I think writing it is inherently abhorrent and terrible? Absolutely not, I just said that my blog is safe for people who have kinks that others don't like. The only thing I could see myself rejecting every time is direct, blood related incest, because I am the youngest of several brothers (not all blood related, but I'm lenient on stepcest because I know it is a kink for some and therefore don't mind writing it as much) and I just don't really think I could do it. Similarly, I don't really like minor x adult smut because it's just something I don't think I could do. I would do ageplay no problem, just not direct smut of a minor character.

5. I absolutely do poly ships x reader. Once again in my pinned I mentioned I'm not ready to write character x character just yet, mainly because I just enjoy x reader fics too much! However I am warming up to the idea of character x character slowly, so it might change.

6. I really don't mind if you would like an AU, but I don't always know how I feel about writing for AUs made by different people. For that I usually would want to consult the creator of the AU and let them decide.

7. I do suggestive(heated flirting/makeouts), implied (such as pre-smut scenes and even post-smut scenes, all such sweet things!), any mentions of sex (for example a character could bring up a past experience with the reader or with another person), and pretty much anything else really. All posts like these are tagged as explicit for safety.

8. Once again considering my pinned, I write smut and NSFW, just not as often. But don't let that ever stop you from asking! Like no. 7 all NSFW is tagged as explicit for safety.

9. You can specify race and class or leave it ambiguous. If you would want, you could even send me a picture of your Tav/Durge for a reference when writing. Or if you don't actually have the game you can message me privately (or send an ask describing them, that's perfectly fine too)

10. Like I said in some earlier answers, I will write for next to everything. Kink is an integral part of writing, and deeming a kink as 'bad' is not welcomed here.

And please, may everyone take into consideration that I am still a new writer. If I don't write for your ask it's either because I didn't want to/didn't know how to, am in the process of writing it and had a burnout, or any number of reasons. The block button is my best friend and it should be yours too, and I will block if you make me uncomfortable.