#my main reason for not cross posting for a long time is because well. im paranoid

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt the second dream story featuring a third dream story I can't remember if I ever talked abt. I <3 body horror bonus points if its slow and agonizing

[blufblucake]

Hiiii!!! I absolutely loved your ratchet x reader story! Im such a sucker for ratchet and I’ll take any content I can get of him! By any chance would you be down to do a ratchet x cybertronian reader? If not humans alright, main premise I’m looking for is reader getting injured and ratchets just really worried/fussing a lot over it during readers recovery process, love me some protective/caring ratchet ouuu (you can choose the injury! I’d prefer if it’s more on the worrying/semi-serious side and not just a scrape but I saw your gore line in your rules and I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable!) ((also you choose if the relationships established or if it’s pre/ratchet crushing haha)) love you!

⋆ 𐙚 ̊.𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

ᴘᴀʀɪɴɢ: Ratchet x GN!Cybertronian!Reader

sᴜ��ᴍᴀʀʏ: Amid the war, Ratchet and you find comfort in each other, sharing late night drives and rare moments of peace. But when a seemingly simple mission turns into a nightmare, the fear of losing you is what drives the medic to speak the truths he’s kept hidden deep within his spark.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Descriptions of injury, battlefield violence, and emotional themes. But with a happy ending! :)

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3,2k

❝ You're the one that's always running through my day dreams I can only see your face when I close my eyes Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever? I said I'm 'bout to go to war I don't know if I'ma see you again ❞

Author’s Notes: Hello everyone! First of all, I want to apologize to you, sweetspark from the asks. It took me a long time to post this because, honestly, it was a bit hard to write this oneshot, and even reading it now, I still feel like it’s not good enough. Still, I really hope you enjoy it! :)

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

The Autobot base was quiet at that hour of the night. Most had already retired to recharge, while Bumblebee and Bluestreak patrolled the surrounding area. Maybe one or two were still online, but they kept to themselves, tucked away in the comfort of their quarters. You knew Ratchet would still be in the medbay, fully immersed in some project, always so concerned with the team’s well-being. Sometimes the mech would forget to refuel or recharge, and that’s when you’d step in.

It wasn’t like you two were total strangers before. You’d talked now and then, shared brief interactions, but nothing much beyond that. Just because you were on the same side of the war didn’t mean you were close friends. But things changed when you arrived on Earth. Maybe it was the sudden shift to such a different environment, or the need to make sure everyone was holding up — whatever the reason, you’d grown closer. You started sharing experiences, talking for joors about all kinds of things, driving down empty roads with no destination in mind, simply enjoying each other’s company.

As soon as the medbay door slid open, you stepped inside, and your optics immediately found Ratchet leaning over a workbench, intently studying something you couldn’t quite make out from that distance. With calm steps, you approached the medic and placed a servo gently on his shoulder. Ratchet’s tired optics flicked toward the touch, and when he saw it was just you, he swallowed the complaint that had been forming on the tip of his glossa and replaced it with a genuine smile “Still up this late, doc?” your voice was soft, tinged with concern.

Ratchet offered a small smile and turned to face you, leaning against the bench and crossing his arms over his chassis. As exhausted as he was, seeing you was like a breath of fresh air, a surge of energy stronger than any energon. His blue optics always seemed to shine a little differently when they met yours, like an impulse to get closer, to claim something he wasn’t sure he was allowed to have. “Just finishing something for Optimus. And you? Shouldn’t you be resting?”

“Not when my favorite medic is overloading his processor…” you teased, winking as you extended a servo, revealing a glowing energon cube in your palm. Ratchet’s gaze fell on the cube, and he smiled before taking it and beginning to sip it slowly “How’d you know?” You simply shrugged and leaned back against the bench, using your arms to lift yourself up and sit on it “You’ve got this awful habit of skipping meals and staying online until your frame practically short-circuits.”

The two of you stared ahead, embraced by a comforting silence. That’s how it was with Ratchet, easy. You didn’t have to perform some forced joy or wear a mask of overwhelming bravery. You didn’t need to keep your head held high or pretend you had it all together. Even though you were so different, you got along just fine. “Would you… want to go for a drive?” he asked, a little uncertain, placing the now empty cube on the bench as he moved to stand in front of you. With a wide smile, you reached out a servo, which he gently took in his own to help you down from the bench “You know I love those late night rides with you, Ratch.”

-`���´-

You drove side by side along the empty, dark road, the wind brushing against your metal frame and slipping easily past thanks to the aerodynamics of your alt mode. You weren’t anywhere near your top speed — you knew Ratchet’s ambulance form could never keep up with your sleek sports model — but these moments with him brought a feeling far better than any race ever could. You cruised together, switching lanes like a synchronized dance, chatting over the private channel you shared “Let’s go to the beach. I want to see the waves,” you said, taking the first left and checking your rearview to see Ratchet following right behind you.

Not long after, you finally caught sight of waves breaking on the horizon. When you arrived at the shore, you both transformed. Without wasting a moment, you walked along the sand until it felt damp beneath your feet, then sat down facing the ocean. The medic mirrored your actions and sat beside you. That beach was already deserted during the daytime, at that hour of the night, it was impossible to find a human soul.

The moon was especially large and bright that night, reflecting on the dark waters of the sea along with millions of stars. The soft waves broke in a calming rhythm, and the sounds of nocturnal animals could be heard wandering nearby. Your optics took in everything with care, and your voice came out in a breath full of emotion “Look at this, Ratchet. It’s all so beautiful, don’t you think?” The mech only took a few seconds to process before replying in a soft tone “Yes… it really is beautiful.”

But when your optics drifted toward Ratchet’s faceplate, you realized he wasn’t looking at the scenery, he was looking at you, his gaze fixed on your frame. You gave a small, shy smile, feeling your faceplate heat up. When he noticed what he was doing, the mech quickly turned his gaze to the sea, his cooling fans suddenly working overtime in an attempt to regulate his temperature, embarrassed at being caught staring. “I mean, the view… The view is really beautiful,” he corrected, clearly flustered.

You just chuckled softly at the medic’s awkwardness and leaned back on your servos, tilting your helm so you could see the sky more clearly. Your optics scanned each star, tracing imaginary lines between them “You know… I miss home. But I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at this. The sky, the moon, the ocean… It’s all so calm and peaceful.”

“Peaceful enough to forget, for a moment, that we’re in the middle of a war,” Ratchet replied quietly, a trace of sorrow woven into his words. For a brief moment, the two of you sat in silence, listening only to the waves. Then you broke it. “Do you think it’ll ever end? That we’ll have peace someday?” When you glanced at the mech beside you, you saw he was staring out toward the horizon, serious, his optical ridges furrowed “I really want to believe it will. But realism and hope rarely walk hand in hand.” the dry laugh that escaped him held no humor.

“Even so, you keep fighting…” Ratchet looked back at you, and the hard expression on his faceplate softened “Because there are still things worth fighting for.” A quiet moment passed as you looked at each other with a kind of tenderness, as if you both wanted to close the distance between you, but neither of you had the courage to do so. “What is it?” you asked, noticing that, even after all that time, he was still watching you “I was just thinking… how rare moments like this are, moments of peace in the middle of chaos.”

Ratchet turned his gaze forward again, the faintest smile playing on his dermas. You nodded and followed his eyes back to the ocean “Have you ever thought about what you’d do if it all ended tomorrow? The war, I mean.” He paused, thoughtful, and inhaled “I don’t know. Medics don’t usually plan for happy endings. We just do our job and hope for survival.”

Your attention returned to him, and you scooted a little closer in the sand. One of your servos reached for his, gently holding it and absentmindedly playing with his digits. Your voice came out almost in a whisper “But you deserve a happy ending, Ratchet…” you tilted your helm until your cheek rested on his shoulder “So do you,” he answered simply, his voice thick with something you couldn’t quite name.

-`♡´-

The next morning was calm, as usual. The blue sky was completely clear, the sun shone brightly, and it seemed like it would be a routine mission. Wheeljack had detected a few energy pulses in a neutral zone, and after investigation, confirmed it was nothing dangerous. It was supposed to be a simple job: track and identify the object, gather some readings, load it up, and bring it back to base for thorough analysis. Optimus had assigned Hound and you to the mission.

You were both familiar with the route, having traveled it many times before, and so your conversation over the comms was relaxed and light-hearted, with the Autobot engineer chiming in now and then to give short instructions. Once you arrived at the coordinates, you transformed and immediately spotted the object “I’ll grab it. You check the perimeter for anything else,” you said calmly, stepping toward the strange artifact. It wasn’t very large, barely reaching your knee, and had a hexagonal shape. You knelt and began scanning it, receiving nearly the same results Wheeljack had given you “Prime, the artifact seems stable. We’re ready to collect and return to base-”

Your voice was cut off by a violent explosion that launched you backward, slamming you into a wall of jagged rock that pierced and scratched the metal along your back plate. You hit the ground hard, and everything spun. Your optics couldn’t focus, everything was blurry and doubled. In the distance, you barely made out Hound’s silhouette rushing toward you, but he was intercepted by something that struck him with brutal force. Internal alarms blared across your systems, warning of significant damage, but you forced yourself up, trying to help your friend who was now fighting off a Decepticon.

Before you could reach Hound, a blow knocked you down again. Without warning, you felt your attacker grab your door wings and rip them off in one swift, brutal motion. You bit back a scream of pain and tried to turn to see who had attacked you, but before you could, a powerful kick struck the side of your faceplate. Then he grabbed you by the throat and lifted you until you were optics level with him, revealing himself. Brawl. The brute usually processed one thought per joor, but when it came to you, he seemed to gain a twisted focus. The Combaticon squeezed your throat, and you felt your frame begin to give under the pressure, your systems flashing critical damage alerts. The first explosion had already taken out a major portion of your internal mechanisms.

Acting on instinct, you managed to pull your weapon and fire a shot at him, forcing him to drop you and giving you a precious few seconds to gain some distance. The blast had fried your cooling system, and your body was rapidly overheating. A cowardly attack. An ambush. You knew it was only a matter of time before your body would shut down and force you into stasis mode. In the distance, you could see Hound still engaged in battle with another Combaticon, but unlike you, he seemed to be gaining the upper hand. Your comm system had also taken damage, and it took everything you had to make out Ratchet’s broken voice over the channel “Talk… to me… What’s…”

You blocked another of Brawl’s strikes with great effort and tried to respond. “Ratchet, it’s a trap, an ambush, we need-” Another explosion. Silence. You felt your frame give out, collapsing to the ground as everything around you faded into darkness. And then, nothing.

Hound had called for backup some time ago, so he wasn’t surprised when the two Combaticons retreated upon spotting the other Autobots arriving in the distance. He immediately ran toward your fallen body, optics wide at the state Brawl had left you in. He wasn’t a medic, he had no idea what to do in a situation like this. All he could do was hold one of your servos until the rest of the team reached them. Ratchet was the first to approach, followed by First Aid. Hound knew the medic had a certain fondness for you and didn’t want him to see you like this, but he also knew your condition was critical, and only Ratchet could help.

Ratchet was in complete shock at the sight before his optics. He couldn’t believe what had been done to you. Your door wings, ripped off and crumpled, were lying in a corner not far from your frame. Your right arm was nearly completely detached, connected to your torso by only a few weak wires and cables. Severe damage to your spark chamber was visible, leaving your spark nearly exposed. The optics that always lit up brightly when they saw him were now dim, lifeless. Ratchet knew you hadn’t gone offline yet, but there was no time to waste “We’re going back to base. Now!”

And so it was done. The team transported you back to base in record time, working together as a task force to stabilize you. As soon as they arrived, Ratchet sprang into action, taking the lead and delegating tasks in the medbay. The surgery would be long and delicate, and even though his spark was tight in his chassis with worry, he was the only one capable of ensuring your survival. First Aid remained by the medical berth, assisting Ratchet, his gaze flickering between your motionless frame and the flurry of activity around him “We can stabilize them with-” the young mech began softly, only to be cut off by Ratchet’s near-growl “I know exactly what to do! Go bother another patient, Aid!”

First Aid fell silent and nodded, understanding his mentor’s stress. The surgery took so long that, by the end, Ratchet nearly collapsed. He hadn’t taken a single break, not even to refuel. You were finally stable, but had to be kept in stasis so your body could recover. Still, he worried about your spark. The explosions and attacks had left it dangerously unstable — not extinguished, but enough to make him paranoid.

He refused to leave your side, sitting by your berth the entire time, reading and rereading every report on your recovery, alert to the smallest sound or change. Quietly, Wheeljack entered the medbay, approaching with a scanner in hand “Ratch, Optimus asked me to switch places with you. You need to rest, my friend…” Ratchet looked him up and down, then stopped him with a single gesture “Take one more step with that thing and I’ll shove it up your aft.”

Defeated, Wheeljack raised his servos and turned to leave, running into Optimus in the hallway “Prime, it’s no use. He’s not leaving,” the leader nodded solemnly, his gaze settling on the closed medbay door “I’m worried about him. He doesn’t recharge, doesn’t refuel… At this rate, when they wakes up, he’ll be the one offline.” Optimus pondered his friend’s words, then gently patted his shoulder “Let’s give him time.”

Days passed, and you still hadn’t woken up. Ratchet only left your side when absolutely necessary or when Optimus forced him to rest. Otherwise, he refused every request and delegated responsibilities to others. It was nighttime, and, as always, Ratchet sat by your side, carefully admiring every detail of your face. He felt guilty about what had happened. Even though everyone said it wasn’t his fault, he still believed it was his duty to protect you. And he had failed. In the end, the two of you weren’t anything, just friends, but who was he kidding? It was obvious how in love the medic was with you.

Everyone at the base had noticed. The way he looked at you, the way he spoke about you, how his optics always sought you out in a crowd. He wanted to confess, to say everything he felt, to put into words just how special you were to him… but he never had the courage. So much time had passed since the beginning of the war. He had seen and done so many things, even if you knew all about them, he still felt unworthy of your love. That’s why he hid behind his gruff demeanor every time emotions came up. But now? Now you were here, unconscious, on a medical berth. He had almost lost you, and the shock made him realize that, if things had gone wrong, you would’ve been gone without ever hearing how he truly felt.

“You have no idea how special you are to me, little speedster…” Ratchet’s voice came out in a near-whisper, the back of his servo gently caressing your faceplate “I don’t even know when it started, I just know that now I can’t live without you. I miss your smile, your bright laugh, your playful way. I miss your mischief and your sweet way of caring for me.” his optics shut as he let his helm rest gently against yours “I miss our night rides and long talks. I miss you. I can’t lose you. You’re not just another patient… You’re my best friend. You’re… you’re the love of my life. I was so afraid to say it, but seeing you lying here made me realize that my biggest fear is losing you. I love you, and I want to say that to you again, when you’re online…”

You could hear the quiet hum of the mech’s cooling fans, his engine softly purring. Ratchet remained still, optics shut, whispering sweet words he might never have the courage to speak again in front of anyone. Until he felt your servo on his helm and your digits gently stroke his faceplate. The medic’s optics snapped open as he pulled back, stunned to see your bright optics staring right back at him “You!”

A genuine laugh escaped your dermas, and you had to resist the urge to leap up and hug him right then “I heard you, Ratch…” your voice was sweet and playful, still a bit raspy from disuse. “You… heard what, exactly?” You almost rolled your optics at his failed attempt to play it cool. When he tried to step back, you quickly grabbed his arm and gently pulled him toward you, asking him to lean in. Carefully, Ratchet did, allowing your digits to trace his faceplate “Everything. I never thought you’d say it.”

The mech looked like he wanted to disappear, but instead, he gave you a shy smile. “I love you too, my grumpy medic. Now come here!” your servos grabbed his faceplate and pulled him in, your dermas meeting his in a slow kiss, overflowing with feelings repressed for far too long. Your glossa requested entry, which he granted without hesitation, allowing you to lead the kiss however you wanted. You explored every inch of Ratchet’s intake, savoring him like the finest energon ever offered. He was yours, and you were his. There was no doubt anymore.

Author’s Notes: I hope you enjoyed reading! If you find any mistakes, please feel free to let me know. English isn’t my first language, and I truly appreciate being corrected so I can improve. Also, just a quick heads-up. I’m super sick right now, taking four different meds every eight hours (as soon as the weather gets cold, my body decides to throw a tantrum), so it might take me a bit longer to post updates! xoxo ☆

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Crush On An Archer PT.1

a/n: Hey! Omg long time no see! I kinda maybe lost interest in writing for a bit there but tbh I think I'm back. No promises because I don't want to promise and then break your hearts but also I realllyyyy enjoyed writing this and I hope you all enjoy reading it! Will def be making a part two in coming days so stay tuned. LMK if you want to be added to the taglist, I am going to put some tags of past taglists below just in case they are interested in reading :) ALSO! Special shout out to @scmg11 because their writing is honestly what made me wanna get back into it. So,,I hope you enjoy!

Kate X Fem!Reader

Concept: Reader has a crush on Kate (school/Uni setting) and she doesn't know how to tell her.

Warning: Cussing, mentions of smut, IM TRYING TO WRITE SLOW BURN BUT BEAR WITH ME ITS NEW!

Word Count: 2.7k

You’re a month into your summer vacation and things couldn’t be more…boring. You love and appreciate your parents dearly for putting out the money so that you could attend a prestigious school in New York with a kick ass archery team but does it ever suck to be this far from all your friends for four months. To make the situation work, your dad had to transfer jobs to another state that pulls in a little more money annually with slightly more affordable housing but that means you aren’t even near the people you grew up around. Rural Mississippi is a fairly big step from living in Boston. Boston at least had people, out here it’s like you’re lucky if you get to meet a neighbour because the land has us all so far apart. In all honesty, although it’s boring, you really have one specific reason for being so bummed out. Towards the end of your last semester, you got started getting closer with one of the girls a year younger on your team, Kate. Typically the older girls competed and practised together and the younger girls did the same. Although you two were only a year apart it’s just how things worked out, so you didn’t cross paths very often. However, one day you were walking home from class, stopped to get coffee and basically bumped into her. The meeting was really brief but it was enough to make you catch feelings almost instantly. 

Your interest in her grew as you followed her on Instagram and she followed back. Obviously you took a peak at her page and scrolled to the bottom laughing at the really cringey posts from 2015 she had still up. All you wanted to do was talk to her again but you didn’t know how, although she was a year younger than you she intimidated you so much. Her deep blue eyes were honestly enough to make you stutter whenever you had the chance to talk to her. A month had gone by already and you could not wait to get back to school so you could see her again. Luckily, coach has yearly “team-building” days before the season starts and they’re about half way through the summer so hopefully you can talk to her before then and maybe convince her to hang out when you come back to school. 

Over the next week or so you liked a few story posts that she’d upload every now and again but the day finally came where you felt like you could swipe up and respond to it…y’know…maybe spark a little conversation. 

“Damn Bishop, is this a new bow?” In response to a story post of her showing off some of her off season training. 

“Haha yeah it is, flips out and everything…it's really freakin’ cool.” She replied almost instantly and that made a giant warm smile come across your face. 

Shit– what do you say back? Your main goal was honestly to keep the convo going so you could subtly mention down the line hanging out with her. 

“Yeah that’s sick, wow I’d kill to try something like that out.”

“Well next time I see you, please by all means give it a shot” She replies back.

“Might just have to take you up on that. How’s your summer going anyways?”

“It’s alright, kind of boring though. All my friends from school move back home and I am working for my mom’s company over the summer so it all is just kind of dull. I miss going out and having fun. Wbu?”

“Yeah, I hear that. I am SO bored here. I would kill to fast forward to the fall, I miss being at school honestly. There’s only so much I can do by myself here during the summer.”

“Ugh right! I want it to be school again too but don’t get me wrong, I love the summer, the weather is great here recently and the nightlife is amazing too. I just have nobody to go with, you know.”

“Yeah I get it. Trust me, if I could be there to go out with you I would, there is definitely no nightlife here haha.”

Shit. That wasn’t too forward was it? She is taking a while to respond to you. She hasn’t even opened the message yet. 

*4 minutes later*

“Well, you’re going to be around for that team-building thing coach has us doing in a couple of weeks right?”

“Yeah, I should be.”

“Well, we can go out then if you want? Me and a few friends had plans but they’re all on the team and I’m sure they’d love to have you there too.”

“Yeah, that sounds great I’d love to!”

The conversation pretty much ended there and your contact with her was fairly limited, just a small comment here or there until you finally got to fly back to school for summer training. You settle back into the apartment you left a couple months ago, everything is still a mess where you left it but the kitchen and living room are even filthier since you are not around to clean up much after your roommates. You decided to wait until your team practice to talk to Kate about hanging out again. You didn’t want to come on too strong but also a small part of you feels like she forgot what she said months ago and you won’t end up seeing her, not outside of team stuff at least. 

You grabbed your gear and headed to the field where practice was being held. You saw some of your friends from last year and decided to catch up with them before coach pulled you all in to start practice. You were trying your best not to make it obvious but your eyes were tracking all around you looking for Kate but she was nowhere to be seen. 

*Whistle* “Okay team! Let’s bring it in. First, I just want to say thank you to everyone for making the effort to come back to campus for this, meeting I–”

“SORRY SORRY SORRY!” You hear the coach interrupted as footsteps are fast approaching the circle of archers. 

“Hi Kate.” Says coach.

“I am SO sorry. My driver was running late and then there was traffic because of a giant accident, I think there was some battle in the streets again, I don’t know, either way, my bad coach, won’t happen again…I promise.” She says with the most adorable grin that is absolutely saying she will be late again. 

“It’s alright Kate, it happens, I was just telling the team how thankful I am that everyone could make the trip back to campus for this.” Coach went on to talk about the drills you were doing for the day and man was it hard to not be in awe watching her. You tried your best not to stare all day because the last thing you wanted to do was make it obvious but fuck it felt impossible. The day came to an end and you packed up your gear, Kate was talking with the other seniors on the team as they were gathering their things and started to head out. You could feel your window closing to talk to her but interrupting her conversation with her friends and “inviting” yourself out with them just felt too weird and uncomfortable. If it wasn’t meant to be then it wasn’t meant to be but you would kill to be able to just spend an hour with her. 

You watched as she started to walk away towards the parking lot with her friends when all of a sudden she motioned for them to hold on a minute and she turned around and jogged over to you. 

“Hey y/n! Sorry we didn’t get to catch up much during practice, I saw your shooting though it’s looking good.” 

Yeah…your face is bright red. Control your shit. 

“Anyways, me and a couple friends are going out later tonight to a party that one of their friends is hosting. It’s like a Hawaiian beach summer nights themed type of party so if you have something like that to wear, that would be great.”

“Yeah, I might have something, I’ll take a look when I get home.” 

“Cool! I’ll text you the address once I get it off my friend and I’ll see you there?”

“Yeah, sounds good!” 

“Here, why don’t you put your number into my phone, I don’t like using DM’s that much.”

You take Kate’s phone out of her hand and fill out a contact for yourself, praying that she can’t hear your heart beating out of your chest. 

“Cool, thanks, I’ll send you a text in a bit.” She says with a smile and then runs off to re-join her friends. 

It seems silly sitting by your phone and literally watching the minutes tick by waiting for her to text you but that’s all  you could do. The anticipation felt like it was killing you. 

Your phone finally buzzed with a mystery number attached, “Hey y/n! It’s Kate. So…slight change of plans.”

Fuck. Is she bailing? Your eyes were glued on the three dots as she typed and you watched as they disappeared and reappeared. 

“Turns out the party is actually around the corner from my place so if you wanted to just come here first, we could pre-game and shit and then walk over together? My friends said they were going out to get their hair done so they’ll be running late.”

“Hey Kate, yeah no problem that works for me just send me your address and lmk what time you want me there.”

Kate dropped a pin of her location to you with the text attached telling you to come over at 7pm. 

7pm rolled around and you were already there outside but you kind of felt like you should wait another minute or two so you weren’t RIGHT on time. Or is it weird to be a minute late? But wouldn’t being on time be weirder? Whatever, you decided to just wait a minute and then knock on her door. 

Knocking on her door was the most nerve wracking thing you ever did, you were genuinely shitting bricks. 

“HEY! Come in come in!” Kate eagerly yells at you as she swings the door open. She’s wearing shorts with a bright purple bikini top and a button down Hawaiian shirt over top that doesn’t have a single button done up. Are you starring? Yes. Probably? Absolutely you are. 

“Make yourself at home, feel free to grab a drink from the fridge, my roommates are out of town and left all their alcohol so help yourself.” She said with a laugh. 

You heard that right? Her roommates are out of town. Just the two of you…you never know. 

You grabbed a drink from the fridge and took a seat on the couch next to her and yeah…the drink started going down faster than usual because of all the nerves in your stomach. The two of you made small talk for awhile but the conversation started flowing a little more naturally about 2 drinks in. Were you still kind of awkward as hell? Yeah…a little. But at least you warmed up to her a bit and weren’t acting so weird. About an hour later, her friends showed up and grabbed you guys to head over to the party. Honestly, things were going so well with just the two of you that you didn’t even want to go to this party but if it meant you got to spend more time with her then there you were. You got to the party and you honestly knew practically nobody. You weren’t exactly a social butterfly but Kate clearly was. She was talking to EVERYBODY. The boys at the party especially loved her. There was lots of laughing and flirting going on, you could feel the jealousy building but acting out was definitely not an option. You ended up socialising with a few of the other people at the party but for most of the night you stuck by Kate’s side, the two of you got pretty drunk together, pouring shots for one another and dancing in the pit of people to extremely loud music. There was a point where it felt like it was just you and her and nobody else was there while the music was blasting into your ears and the two of you were jumping together to the beat and singing out the lyrics to whatever song was on at the time. Kate got really close to you until some guy would come and pull her away in an attempt to make a move on her. Although, it never actually happened. Kate always ended up finding her way back to you. At one point she grabbed your hand and pulled you into the middle of the crowd as the two of you sang (screamed) the lyrics to “love story” into each other's faces. The party, as all do, started to simmer down. You guys actually ended up being some of the last people at the party, you stuck around to the point where the music was gone and most people were just sitting around chatting halfway sober. 

“Hey, I think I’m going to go home, I am super tired right now.” Kate says to you. 

“Okay, I’ll walk with you, I left my bag at your place anyways so I have to grab it.” 

“Right, sounds good.” 

Although the two of you had been singing and dancing for hours, she looked just as perfect as when you left and you were trying your hardest not to stare at her while the two of you were walking side-by-side. 

The walk back to her place was pretty quick, when the two of you got inside you went to grab your bag and get your things together. You were desperately trying to figure out what to say to her while you were organising your stuff. You didn’t want to come on too strong but you also want to make sure that she knows you had a good time…I guess just tell her exactly that?

“I had a really good time tonight, thanks again for inviting me.” You say as you’re leaning against the wall in her hallway. 

“Of course, anytime. And I did too. We should really hang out more when we come back to school.” She replies. 

Kate walks towards you and stops about a foot away leaning up against the doorframe to her bedroom. The hallway is super narrow and all you can think about is pinning her against the wall while you kiss down her neck and pull her tight by her waist. 

“Yeah I think so too. I guess I should probably head out.” You say as she looks at you with the softest eyes that you swore said “please stay”. You lingered for a second longer as the two of you were looking at each other, tired, kind of tipsy and on the verge of ripping each other's clothing off. All you wanted was for her to actually ask you to stay a little longer but before she had the chance you were already walking towards the door. 

“Have a good night y/n.” She says. “Text me when you get home safe.”

“I will. Sleep well Kate.” You reply as you turn to look at her with a smile and step out the front door. 

That goodbye felt different. It felt like there were still feelings in the air and lots that wanted to be said that wasn't. It felt like the perfect opportunity with nobody around after an amazing night together has passed but you regret none of it. Although you weren’t able to get a confirmation on whether or not Kate even likes women like you do, you knew there was definitely a type of tension between the two of you that she definitely noticed.

-- END OF PT 1 --

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[cozymochi]

There's always time Cozy!!!

You're doing so well already, and your work and little posts mean a lot to us!! I know it doesn't always seem like it, but there are people who might consider hearing about your day or seeing your art as little drops of joy

So... maybe it's not a lot, but it means a lot to someone, somewhere

Lots of affection (/platonic) from this little anon

then hear about my week.

today i went out and instead of spending 55 bucks on meager groceries i spent 35 on meager groceries because the majority of what i got was “buy one get one free” — not much of a ratio and still expensive but 20 bucks less is 20 bucks less i suppose

but this came after i bought a humidifier only for it to show up like it sustained a freaking bullet wound either during or before shipping but nobody gave a shit. It’s muskrats America so maybe my humidifier DID get shot. it’s cheaper to just crack a window for some humidity in my room. Refund imminent.

two days ago i finished my last art trade from that follower raffle i did (i know i never posted the art i did receive- its not my style but i loved all of them, but tbf most of my recipients didn’t either so i suppose it balances out)

today i finished 75% of my emergency comms from days ago. there’s only one left. after that i’ll finally have a clear plate for the first time in months

i was sick most of the week with a cold (at least i think it was)

still doing the twst oc outfit art meme. tho im slowing down on purpose since im pretty confident that the only person who even likes the challenge is me. Pretty sure all the askers are only doing it out of pity anyhow since im not giving gen art. It’s not nearly as in demand as like…that old wardrobe art meme with all the fake cards and to think…

those are basically obsolete since ⚠️the game started room relaxation on jp and i realized how off base i truly was 👌👍 good thing i never finished. But i was tired of making thankless stuff anyway.

i cleared out my inbox yesterday cuz i knew i would never get back to anything (mainly ask memes i failed completing)

so now instead of 150+ unanswered messages its now a more humble 100 unanswered messages (mind half of that is just my own personal archived bs from like 2017)

Speaking of thankless, there was still drawing other peoples yuu requests in there from 2023. Pretty sure all those askers dont even like twst anymore and the majority of ones i did do never touched my work again. Always makes a homie remember that one is only useful to others so long as you can give them free stuff 👍

the only art that gives me joy is the stuff that i never post.

book 7 makes me frown now but not for the reasons people might automatically jump to but i already vowed never to voice mundane takes or reflections again because [redacted] [noun_error_notfound?] are [adjective_error_notfound(?)] if anyone says anything innocuous

I made tikka masala today.

world bad and i wanna get off of it

i stream drawing art in a discord server with one single other person in it and they are forced to listen to sonic game OSTs until they memorize the games they come from

art bad im never gonna be as good as the ones that sometimes manage to cross my purposely dead dashboard cuz i simply have no sense and have a “just making sure i dont fit in” complex where i dont wanna draw whatever is trendy

i did not put this under read more

i watched a bunch of bratz movies and episodes yesterday and i did not know they made some new mini-series continuation of their main continuity 😭 (apparently it was tiktok exclusive so ofc i didnt know. i dont use that.) so that gave me some joy.

speaking of toktik i was informed that someone apparently reposted my malleus and silver animatic up there >:(

i get a.i references when asked to draw stuff now i and dont like it because a.i but also because i cant read the images well as a result.

maybe people shouldn’t do that, idk.

And i didnt draw for myself today. That was my week.

[reviiely]

Good morning!! Don’t mind me giving an ask literally less than ten min after you posted lmao—

Very intrigued by your post-tahiti cal & daisy dynamic, I like that he’s still in her life even after all… that that was s2.

I’m more curious about why daisy decided to run away after the whole hive debacle? Was it for the same reasons as in canon?

Also, the last dot point also rose a mental flag in my angst-infested brain — does daisy ever mistake cal for coulson when she’s sick?

First of all, as always, hi Anon! I do not mind you asking me so soon— I love it when people talk to me so this is awesome.

YES SOMEONE ASKED ME ABOUT WHY SHE RAN AWAY FINALLY HAHA!!! I have dialogue written. It wouldn’t have seen the light of day if not for you. Thank you. Thank you so much.

As for your last question, Daisy never mistakes Cal for Coulson. She drew a line between them a long time ago, and she never crosses it, not even by mistake. The reason she rambles is that her brain knows that she trusts Cal. She just… doesn’t remember why she didn’t tell him before. So she then tells him everything that she can think of. She also has a habit of calling him ‘Doc’ and he finds it very endearing.

ONTO THE MAIN EVENT!!!! ITS SUPER DIALOGUE HEAVY IM SORRY BUT VOILA HAVE IT. IT ALSO HAS SOME CONSISTENCY MISTAKES BUT. IGNORE THAT. ILL FIX IT IN A LATER POST.

—

(Post season 3 finale.)

(In Daisy’s room.)

The room felt empty. Her mother and she were inside, but it felt empty. Since Daisy got her powers, everywhere had this sort of buzz, with the volume of it increasing with the number of people around her. The room was quiet. Lincoln’s absence haunted it.

“I think…” Daisy’s voice sounded foreign to herself. “I think it hurts more because I thought we could’ve had something.”

May understood. She always did. “Like what?” her mother asked gently.

“I don’t know,” Daisy admitted. “A future, maybe. I had this thought that maybe after all this was over, we would come home and have a drink and laugh about that time we almost died. Maybe even a life outside of SHIELD. But I…”

“Mm.”

“Last night, I had this dream.”

A beat.

“What did you dream?”

“It was just a regular day. A chill one. No ops, no paperwork, just the kind of day that we could do regular things. Me and him, we had lunch and we sparred and just… spent the day together. We went to sleep and he was next to me, but when I woke up, he wasn’t. For a minute, I let myself think that he just got up early and went to the bathroom or to get us breakfast. I laid there for an hour, pretending that he wasn’t really gone, that he’d be back any minute with a smile or food or anything. I just wanted…”

“Him.”

“Yeah.” Daisy stared at her hands. They blurred as her eyes welled. She didn’t like that. “I don’t think I can stay here anymore. Everything reminds me of him and it hurts. So much. Every hallway, every room, even the cells, they… I just can’t be here anymore.”

“So don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t be here. Take a little time to yourself. No one’s going to blame you. Not even if you never come back.”

“But…”

“We’ll survive without you. We’ll miss you, but we’ll survive.” May squeezed Daisy’s hands gently. “Phil’s going to relegitimize the agency. He’s handing over the reigns to the government.”

That got her attention. “What?”

“He’s stepping down as a director. This time next month, he’ll be a field agent just like you and me. We’ll get to pick our own assignments. The three of us, we can stick together. Just like old days.”

As much as she wanted to… “I can’t.”

“I understand. We’ll keep your room locked.”

“I might not come back.”

“I know. But just in case. You never know.”

“I’m sorry, Mom.”

“It’s okay. Just promise me you’ll take care of yourself out there.”

“Promise.”

Daisy lied as easily as breathing, these days.

[freshlybakedspiderbread]

seiga kaku?

im gonna actively try to keep myself concise and to single points because its been so easy for me in the past to get lost in wicked hermit thoughts and veer off who knows where... Part of it surely has to do with how a long time ago i used to have an rp blog on tumblr where i spent everyday thinking about seiga to some extent!

General opinion/How much I care about them: there was a long period of time where i would say without a doubt she was my single favourite character in touhou. I couldn't properly point to any one reason, or any tidy chain of events that might have led to it, other than learning about her, reading and seeing various very formative doujin works featuring her and the th13 crew, and maybe some old-fashioned projecting led me to latching onto every aspect of her... These days, there's a lot of touhous I obsess and go wild over and to even greater extents than her, but seiga objectively has the longest history of making me go a little nuts, whereas even aya took a little more time to nettle into my brain.

I like Seiga a lot and ive thought about her a lot, is what im getting at!

A ship I love: seiyoshi (seiga/yoshika) is funny in that it has a lot of little 'requirements' to me. Like if intepreted as just purely the evil hermit controlling a tool that she herself murdered to obtain, i think thats boring. But likewise, if its intepreted as just the hermit tragically trying to preserve her departed beloved, well that might be better but still lacking to me.

i couldnt possibly get across my ideal backstory for them right now, but the ultimate gist of it is that Seiga definitely did care for the living Yoshika who then died unexpectedly, before Seiga could decide herself whether she would commit to teaching her the ways of the hermit or simply get bored and move on. Her main motivation in performing the most ludicrously evil magic and create a jiangshi was because she refused to let even the natural order of life and death take anything away from her.

....Thaaaat all aside, i think their interactions in present day are just really funny 😄 Seiga 'spoiling' her dear Yoshika who laughs off being a meat shield because its not like she can die again!

A non-romantic relationship that I love: I think Seiga and Futo have the most oddball dynamic among the taoists and also Futo is probably the only one Seiga wouldn't have intense romanctic tension with. Futo who is a weirdo herself, acknowledges Seiga as their wise teacher of the arts (calling her seiga-donno) and yet also does not think of her as above any of them in their little personal hierarchy because Futo knows Seiga has no interest in being a proper retainer to Miko, so all of Futo's formalities almost come off as either sarcastic or as a really esoteric form of endearment. Meanwhile, Seiga probably thought a long time ago Futo would grow weary of things like loyalty and matters of noble blood or talking like an ancient old person, but none of that happened and Futo remains the same as ever, which has been altogether surprising, charming, and exasperating for Seiga (and everone else but they're all mostly charmed 😊)

The NOTP: i guess you'd have to work especially hard to get me to gel with pairing her up with any of myouren temple's folks. I get the temptation since every other taoist has one or two easily paired up counterpart there, but its not enough to just cross a checklist and leave it at that!

(that said, if you were gonna pair up buddhists and taosists thematically, i get why one might put seiga with shou since they were technically most vital in backstory with miko/byakuren respectively, and also because they both have a servant, one jiang-shi and a mouse. but i always thought seiga made a better parallel witn nue personally)

My biggest headcanon about them: most of this post is already headcanon, but as for another 'big' one...

I believe over the last thousand and whatever years, Seiga made semi-regular (as in maybe once every few years or a century?) visits to the tomb where Miko and gang slept, indulging and refreshing her memories of them, chatting up Tojiko who is now a ghost. And then sometime in 2011 right as her hermit senses told her it was finally time to meet them all again, she went to to tomb to greet them all only to find out literally the entire place was gone 😨

so all within like a week or something, Seiga had to go on a mad investigative quest where she discovered they had all been whisked to Gensokyo at some point, had to learn what the heck Gensoyko even is, how to get herself there, and then arrived just in time to get blasted by the incident resolvers. Really busy time in her life!

An idea for a fanfiction I would like to write/read about them: ha... one day, my multi-part seiga backstory fic incorporating every stray headcanon i've ever had. and then i quit writing forever maybe n_n

That aside, a funny scenario would be Okina appearing trying to stir drama because Seiga is basically the reason why Miko divorced Okina. And Seiga has no idea who she is or about any of that because Miko never mentioned it 😌

Something that makes me think of them: pretzels.

also its someone elses fault but luo tianyi is just the seiga vocaloid to me 😑

[keystone8379]

You are not welcome here.

Regarding Kirby Fighters 2, with me being a mod in the server, I've had to ban a few people in my life. This is a bit of a follow-up post to the one about Celica's brother, as that's where I started my lovely ban message career. I wrote this with quite a bit of hatred, as I do genuinely hate Celica's brother. It came out quite well.

Fire. Straight FIRE. Get it? Because I'm straight? im funny.

This would start a beautiful trend of ban messages genetically engineered to make the ban recipient feel as bad as possible. If I may share a few highlights:

For a long while, my ban messages main goal was impact through hatred. As we all know, Anger And Hatred Are Supreme, so obviously this was the best way to write ban messages. Until I had to ban Max79.

Spoilers for an upcoming post, but when Max79 had to be banned, I didn't hate. Sure, he was annoying and unfathomably stupid, but I didn't hate him. When he threw out the f slur I had a feeling he didn't know what it meant, (didn't want to risk checking though) so I tried to emphasize that in my ban message.

And, more or less, this is the tone my ban messages have moved to in the modern day. Balancing impact with warning to attempt to have the banned person improve somewhere else. I've thrown in new enders to warn people who don't intend to clean up their act.

(as a sidenote, this is a kick messages because this person hadn't said anything in the server and just had a really bad profile)

Finally, one thing I want to clear up. For a long time, people thought my ban message creation process was as follows:

However, I am here to beat the mirror crying allegations. Firstly, I open my ban writing music. Secondly I analyze to ensure I have the facts straight in my ban messages. This includes cross referencing with other server members and mods. Finally, I state the reasons for the ban while comboing into my 'impact lines' as I call them. 'You are not welcome here' and 'there will be no place for you' are personal favourites of mine. I get credit for it, but I actually took it from fish when they were banning Ripple (known as Poyo at the time)

Thank you fish.

(as a quick footnote, there will not be a Poyo/Ripplepuff post on this account. For starters, the victims don't want the info public, and secondly, it's not funny. I may remake the kloudchasers post to include more of their involvement because oh boy were they involved)

[twistedastrology]

🖤 - about me - 🖤

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hello gang im making introduction posts for all my blogs rn so!!

first, my name is sam or charger (pseudonym), and in terms of astrology, I'm Mercury/Saturn/Uranus/Neptune ruled bc my chart cant make up its mind but if i absolutely HAD to choose 2 planets, it would be mercury and uraneptune 👍👍👍👍 man i cnat choose 2 i cnat do it-

i was also born under a last quarter moon and i have a couple posts where i say this, but im a taurus/gemini sun (29° taurus and gemini fits way more for me) and a cancer rising 🙏 (gemini mercury ✨)

as for how i got into astrology, i always had a vague interest in it that grew over the years until it eventually snowballed one random day and here i am now, writing newsletters weekly and it's the whole reason i actually started using tumblr again.

my mom was into it WAY before i was, but she fell off of it and then i picked it up and actually got her back into it somehow-

other things abt me include:

- i am an avid korn enjoyer

- im an editor

- my whole "twisted" thing that i have in 2 blogs now including this one, literally comes from twist and twisted transistor by korn

i figured it fit super well too because i like twisting things around in everything i do, and im a pretty dark person (despite loving incredibly bright and saturated colors sometimes as evidenced by my most recent image edit as of writing this- i love super dark ones too tho dw 🙏🙏)

and before i go, my other blogs are @scxtt75, @twistedyapping and @aloneiwrite

scxtt75 is my main acc where i post my image edits and photography and stuff like that (i have links to my other socials there too), and twistedyapping is where i will literally just be yapping about whatever crosses my mind because i LOOOOOOOOVE going on long ass rants about whatever 🙏

alone i write is where ill hopefully be posting short stories and stuff bc i do love writing those 👍

thank u for ur time and i hope u enjoy ur stay here

[1moreff-creator]

Hi! I'm pretty new to tumblr and I have no idea if it's appropriate to come into your askbox to talk about my drdt chapter 2 theories but I'm not confident enough to make my own post and it's more a fun thought I just had than an actual theory

/! \ this will contain spoilers for drdt obviously as well as THH in case people who follow you somehow havent played the game

the gist of it is, someone who is not the culprit could have messed with the crime scene.

It's mainly because so far the chapters seem to have reference to THH in more ways than just with the motives (it is probably too soon for it to be a pattern and ngl i kinda hope its not because if it is, with what we know of Rose' money issues she might end up the ch3 culprit and I want her to live so badly. would make the whole series a bit too predictable also, although i dont personally mind that kinda stuff)

because like. Chapter 1 had someone who got close to the protag, ended up betraying their trust, chose the murder location to frame someone specific, failed their murder attempt and died as a result with the real culprit technically acting in self defense (although its not 100% the case for Leon)

and in chapter 2 we have the victim who died a pretty quick and violent death (at least im pretty sure chihiros cause of death was a violent hit to the head? been a really long while, i could remember wrong) but the murder scene make it seem more complicated. And the victim died just after they decided to change/improve themselves in some way also

In both cases someone who has nothing (at least probably, in Davids case) to actually do with the murder have some pretty big part of themselves exposed during the trial

idk who would mess with the murder scene and for what purpose (Vero. for funsies. What a Legend)

I'm probably wrong cause that doesnt really explain the evidence at the crime scene. like. at all, i know

like Idk what the spinny thing has to do with anything (I mean you could put a bunch of tape on the handles just 'cause, i guess? but it would make more sense if it were involved in some sort of mechanism which you wouldn't need if Arei was already dead)

same for the ball of clothes and the flickering light

Whoever put the fish there though, whether its the actual killer or not, I'm pretty sure they did it to make everyone think the crime couldn't have happened at night time and fish water was actually never part of the murder itself

that would make someone physically strong like Levi the killer tho and even though it would make sense (pretty sure at this point that Arei has his secret) I feel like its too soon for him to die? Eden got more development and makes more sense to me (which breaks my heart, I love her)

Hi! Don't worry, none of us know what we're doing in this website! :D

No need to be shy about making your own posts, but it's also fine to talk/ask me about whatever crosses your mind! So, your theories/thoughts.

The possibility that someone other than the killer screwed with the crime scene is one I've seen before, and technically speaking, something like that most likely happened. I think it was an accomplice of the killer (Eden!Blackened Levi!Accomplice gang rise up), but a third party is part of other theories.

The fish are the main thing: given Nico's account (fish were all still there when they last fed them, which can be deduced to be around 7:00 - 7:30 PM of the third day, the day most of episode 7 takes place in), whoever took the fish must have done it at around the time the characters believe the murder happened. But there's no reason for the killer to bring the fish unless they were trying to confuse the time of death, which would only matter if they can have an alibi at the time the fish disappeared. But if they have an alibi at the time the fish disappear, they can't have taken the fish! (Which, btw, eliminates Veronika. Unfortunate, they won't let women do anything these days, not even mess with crime scenes for funsies smh)

So either it was someone unrelated messing with the crime scene, or an accomplice took the fish there to give the real killer an alibi. I'm planning to do a post summarizing my theory on how exactly the whole mess happened, so uh, stay tuned ig. But if you're interested in the "David screwed with the crime scene" idea, I recommend reading thebadjoe's theory on the murder. I may not agree with it, but it's still a fantastic post and a really fun read!

As for most of the other stuff, yeah Arei's death probably wasn't very simple. Explaining the odd contradiction of her wrists being bound but a mechanism clearly being involved (as you mentioned, tape on bars and flickering light, among other stuff) is a whole mess. It's part of why I'm not really sure this is absolutely supposed to parallel THH. Like clearly there's some similarities, but it's basically impossible to know what aspects of a case would be similar and which ones wouldn't. So, uh, yeah. Who knows.

I do agree Eden's the killer though! Why else would she take the tape from the gym? If you don't know what I'm talking about, basically the gym lockdown and the tape disappearing seemingly overnight makes it impossible for anyone but Teruko, Ace or Eden (or I guess Rose if she's lying) to have taken the tape. But since the tape also disappears from the background right after Ace wakes up... yeah, just Teruko Ace or Eden. But we know Teruko didn't, Ace couldn't have done it without Teruko noticing, and Eden got knocked to the floor when the tape disappeared from the floor :p

And yeah, it hurts. It will be a sad day when the killer gets executed, regardless of who they are, but especially if it's Eden T_T

[pupships]

ok . ok. deep breath. i really do want to post about this cuz it makes me happy but idk how to explain the context well. here we go im gonna try !!

(post-writing) oops . long post is long. under the cut is some husbandposting sjdshjb

not tagging my taglist for this because im very shy and do not want to be perceived even though i also want to at the same time LOL

ok so like ages ago like a few months i think. there was regular like content of my husband happening like yknow him and his group have the, , they do silly activities on video and its posted as that like. im trying to keep this out of main searches cuz i dont want ,, to deal with that. so like the "code" series is what im gonna call it lol

anyway this "code" series is rly silly and fun most of the time its just the guys being guys theyre all very cute and stuff in it. competitive sometimes but overall u can tell they r very close i love them all very much. right. but theres one activity (2 episodes) in particular that live RENT FREE IN MY HEAD.

its the haunted house ones. the more recent ones cuz i think they did that years ago too but im talking abt the newer one. because oh my gods my husband is just so small in them he just is so scared (he can barely handle horror movies </3)

but like. okay. when i say he is small i mean like mentally. i mean like. like. hes regressing. in age. like. (shy) i dunno i just wanna take care of him,,

theres a lot of complex feelings tht come with this for me for a LOT of reasons. plus the gender wires get crossed about it but i genuinely like want to mother him sometimes. and rn is one of those times.

anyway he was so scared in those clips and it makes me so . i want to protect him. i want to hold him and tell him hes safe. with like parental intent but like i dont DO that i dont feel that abt anyone but him. it stresses me out when i think of anyone else in that spot. but when its him i just get all soft and lovey.

so um. idk where i even wanted to go with this. i just wanted to talk about it its such a Part of me that idk what to do with it. its like important and i dont really understand it fully but i really like it. it makes me happyy,,, he makes me happy,,,

[dawnowar]

I've been sick for a little over two months now.

Not one sickness, i keep getting better and getting another one. I think im on the tail end of the 4th sickness now.

The most recent one was the flu. I had my flu shot too but it didn't save me. I was pretty sick at first but my fever broke a few days later and i started getting better but I was really sleepy and I have bronchitis which still hasn't fully gone away even though its 2 1/2 weeks later. I kept telling myself i'd be well again at the 2 week mark but no. I've spent so long staying home coughing and going to bed early and worrying about getting back to regular life later that I have missed everything leading up to Halloween and now its about to be Chanukah. Hoping I stop coughing if not for the holiday at least by the end of it. I have missed everything for so long.

Anyway the first sickness is when i wasnt feeling great and i didn't keep up on manually cross-posting my instagram here and now somehow its 2 1/2 months later and im so far behind.

I do want to catch back up though.

Today i was looking at Flashy's baby pics because I posted them to my tumblr 12 yrs ago or was that 13? and i can just look for whatever in my archives which is awesome and my main reason for never dropping my tumblr.

Wish i could cross post automatically from instagram like i used to be able to.

I've spent much too much time coughing this weekend to have had time to manually cross post 2 1/2 months of content.

I watched the last KISS show at my friends house and basically coughed the whole way there, the whole time i was there, and the whole way back. then went to sleep and woke up and coughed most of the morning.

Now its time to go to bed on Sunday night.

Well at least i tried to do something.

I can't believe im not healed yet.

[edledamianfan]

Here is the response to your comment @we-cross-universe-king-relate this was longer than I thought so there might be some confusion 😅

Im gonna put the long post here cause I see other characters you've made into a fire emblem unit and I also want to tell my thoughts on how I would build them (they're pretty interesting and i just the mechanics in fire emblem) Not really sure if your units are dc characters in a fire emblem universe or fire emblem elements in a dc universe but im going with the first one.

1. Arthur Curry Jr. - I've never seens this guy before but I was aware of his existence. He does look adorable though. At first i wanted to make him an archer but I'll just make him a mage instead ignoring the lance. I will also increase his faith so that he'll heal allies. He'll become a gremory

2. Connor Lance Queen - Now i know this guy, hello little fella. He's obviously made to be an archer so archer it is. I will also improve his horse riding skills so he'll get around faster also his lance skills for the horse upgrade. He's going to be a pretty solid unit, like shamir in the fire emblem game.

3. Tai Phan - I've been wanting to read his series but i haven't got the chance too. He seems to be a cool character. Since he's a tanky character. It would be wise of me too just make him a fortress knight, just like dedue. But nah bro im just gonna make him a knight dark or white knight because I go all offensive (I mean it works in my gameplay). I will upgrade lance def, both faith and reason so he can heal and do damage from afar.

4. Bart Allen - Oh impulse lol. Dancer. Dancer absolutely dancer. It's my favourite class. Probably there are better classes but dancer lol. He is def made for one and the dancer will also boost his strongest suits too, he's never getting hit. I will focus on the sword, faith, magic and probably leadership as well. He'll be sticking to the main dps.

5. Garfield Logan - Oh i also didnt expect to see him too. Im kinda lacking in aerial so I'll make him a wyvern rider. Because of that I'll also upgrade lance and axes so ill focus on that but ill mostly increase his lance.

6. Jon Kent - yeay. I'll play him like a how i played sylvian, being the first to initiate and go out on his own lol. I'll make him into a great knight. If there are additional characters that heals i will make them as Jon's support. If not then Damian will be there to heal him as well as other units cause I'm sure I'll be using both D and J as front liners. (Jon when he's injured: Runs back to D). Will also increade his leadership because why not.

7. Damian Wayne - Im gonna play him like how i play blyeth, dimitri, and felix. By that i mean investing a lot more time on him than the others. Im giving him the sword definitely the sword. I dont care if he's bad at faith im gonna make him do it + also magic lol. I didn't know there was a class called trickster but i guess that is what im going to make him based on his stats if he doesn't have a unique class of his own. He's gonna be like felix feet on the ground for most sessions but ill make him a horse rider maybe.

DC fire emblem unit

(inspired by @otty-kun) the sixth member of The lads to be made into a unit is a personal favorite of mine this little adorable embodiment of sunshine:

name: Jon Kent

Personal skill: heart of a super

Effect: if units HP is beneath 70% unit gains +3 attack, defense and speed

Jon is the front line attacker of the little lads he has the highest attack growth out of them he also has good defense, speed, charm and luck. His high attack stats means he can dish out considerable amount of damage regardless of the weapon pairing. His good defense, which is the second highest (the first is tai), means he can take plenty of attacks as well and his speed, which is also the second highest (the first is Bart) means he can keep up and outspeed fast characters. His charm is the highest out of all of the lads as such his gambits are nearly always successful and above average luck protects him from criticals. Jon is also the most bulky out of them as he has the highest HP stat of all the lads. How ever he has absolutely horrible magic and resistance stats mean enemy magic units are more then likely prone to severely injuring him even with he's high HP stat. He also has below average dexterity meaning he's more prone to missing his hits than the other lads. Jon has subject strengths in Lances, brawling, authority and riding meaning one can set him on either the soldier or brawler path. Making Jon a soldier may help patch up his low dexterity and because he has no subject strength or weakness in it putting Jon in the archer class and gaining +20 hit will help solve his low hit rate problem. If one wants to put him on the brawler path his high attack strength will help him deal considerable damage with gauntlets even though It has the lowest damage rate out of all other weapons. His speed can help him get more the two his off the enemy and his defense can help him take less damage. Jon has a subject weakness in axe reason and faith. Neither reason or faith is a total loss for him as given his horrible magic and resistance growths it's best do not put him on the path of a magic user. In the cases of axe's the naturally high damage of axe's combined with Jon's already impressive attack growth means he could potentially one hit KO enemy units if one is willing to grind for it putting Jon on the path of a brigade and gaining death blow could further enhance his already spectacular attack stat. His strength in riding neutral status in armor but weakness in axes means it will take more work than usual but Jon could be, if one is willing to grind, a great knight giving Jon both mobility and defense. Jon has a budding talent in swords which can put them on the path other mercenary helping him gain vantage his high speed and stellar attack means Jon could KO enemies before they land a hit. Jon's personal skill heart of a super grants Jon +3 attack, defense and speed when his HP is beneath 70%. This will help is already fantastic attack, enhance his tanking capabilities and make him even faster them most speedy enemies.

Overall:

Overall Jon is able to fill one of the three archetypes for the lads depending on how you want to use him: heavy hitter, tank or fast and hard.

Heavy hitter: focusing on his attack prowess Jon can severely cripple enemy units or outright KO them in one attack.

Tank: focusing on his defense Jon can take little to no damage from enemy's physical attacks.

Fast and hard: focusing on his speed Jon if made in such a certain way can completely outspeed even the speediest of enemies and land plenty of hard hits.

[cynettic]

Stay with Me pt.3

Summary - You manage to escape from Scaramouche, if only for a moment before you realize there’s no escape. It only takes until you’re sitting back in your regular spot that you know what you need to do.

Pairings - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Suggestive content, mentions of death, swearing, slight gore / blood 

A/N - Its really hard to make this depressing while I’m vibing to Rasputin. Like no joke- I have it on one of the 1 hour playlists :D

Here you’ll find -  pt.1 and pt.2

He’d left a key.

Scaramouche didnt make mistakes, not while he had you captive in the vicinity of his bedroom. He didnt have room for mistakes, not when you were watching his every movement while he was in your line of sight. 

Sure, he mightve killed a person or two in front of you, but those were necessary mistakes. There was a sign on the door, it specified not to enter. You’d understand that, right?

Thats what he thought at least, lulling himself into belief after belief that you’d be there waiting for him every time. That you’d welcome him with open arms, even if there were chains ensnaring your wrists. That you’d accept your fate at his hands and submit yourself to him.

The Balladeer was a fool.

He’d kept you there for too long, and while you searched for an easy way to escape, time sent your head spinning. Into a spiral that begged only for the wind against your face, back laying on dirt with the familiar chirping up birds waking you up in the morning.

You wanted to go outside.

And when push comes to shove, you had to risk a little more to make it happen. Lure him into bed with kisses while your hands unbuttoned his vest. But what he believed to be alluring contacts was just your way of finding the keys hidden in the back pocket of his shorts.

It wasnt hard to find the one to your cuffs while he was asleep, cuddled in your chest with both arms around your waist as if to get you to stay put. You took the key, hiding them back in his clothing and hoping he didnt notice.

He didnt say anything the next day.

You werent going to wait any longer.

“Oh for fucks sake, why won't the goddamn door open?”

The room was left in tatters behind you, a little gift for Scaramouche once he got back. Turns out a pair of chains can smash up a lot of things, and rage can be used as a great source of strength when contained for such a long time.

But you’d done more than throw the blankets around, cut up the drawers and smash open the windows. Because your fists had bled red when you punched through the glass, puncturing your skin. Your knuckles were an ugly red, bruising already.

Ah, Scaramouche deserved a much better gift.

Gruesome as it was, you rubbed your knuckles against the pale walls. Till the blood stopped coming, till there was a nice little message for the boy which you held so dearly to your heart.

‘Balladeer.’

The first time you’d found out about him being a harbinger he’d told you not to call him by that name. You weren’t someone he associated with by work, you were a treasure to him. That’s why you continued to call him as he pleased, although the temptation always arose.

You were no longer his.

Shoving the door with your hand again, palm fiddling with the handle and groaning when it hardly budged. “Stupid,” you grumbled when the knob began to loosen. Backing up, you charged with your shoulder to the door, full force as the momentum broke the hinges. The door fell down with you along with it.

It was expected, you’d been stuck in the room for a long time, and thats considering you’d sat on the ground for decades. Your body was slight numb, muscles sore and unused for so long. 

“You a-arent supposed to leave your room!”

A young man stood in the hallway along with a woman who looked relatively the same age. The two were wearing uniforms, flinching when you stood up from the debris and off the door. “Excuse me?” You asked, voice unnecessarily icy and stern. But you couldnt care less, you were going to get out of this house, damn anyone who stood in your way.

They both continued to shake when you walked towards them, staggering from side to side. The woman stepped up in front of the man, presenting a brave face. “If you leave the mansion, the harbinger will kill us all!”

“Well then I expect you should be on your way then. Actually…” you gestured to the maze of hallways. “You can lead the way.”

“What…?”

Your hand went limp to your side, an exasperated looking momentarily crossing your face before you sighed. “Im not staying trapped in that room, I’m sorry if that ruins your life, but frankly you're not the one stuck in there are you?” You took an extra step just to intimidate them, eyes wide to make the appearance of crazy. “It would be a great help if you showed me where he hid my vision too.”

“We can show you to the door…” The man began, “But the whereabouts of your vision are unknown, he wouldnt tell us something like that.”

A gift bestowed from the gods, a piece to help me thrive with my ambitions and pursue my goals.

Gone.

You really wished you’d taken to clawing out Scaramouche’s face instead, but you’d take what you got. Right now your main priority was getting out of this place, even if it meant leaving a piece of you behind.

“Door.” Your voice was raspy and there was a terrible feeling that crawled up to your throat, but you didnt have time to be emotional. “Show me where the door is… please.”

The conflict in their eyes dissipates by the time they lead you along, mumbling words between themselves. You didnt bother to try eavesdropping, you were so, so tired. You wanted to go home.

Anywhere. Anywhere but here.

It took a few minutes until you were standing in front of a grand door, almost twice the size of you and just as wide. You then began to notice the decorational plants and furniture that filled the empty space, there wasn't an inch of dust. Even though you could tell none of it was used.

“Hurry,” the man warned when you paused. “I dont know when our master is coming back, but if its soon, we’ll all be screwed.”

You couldnt feel your head as you numbly nodded, hand clenching the knob and flinging the set of doors open. “Thank you,” you merely mumbled, taking your first step out of the house in what felt like forever.

The days after that were a blur, the area around Scaramouche’s house were nothing but void. Empty and filled with forests and vast plains. You knew he didnt like people or socializing in general, but to this extent?

Your only option was to run.

Let your feet take you somewhere, anywhere. It was a constant pattern of running and taking breaks, leaning on a tree and gasping in a few breaths before you were again scurrying through the forest. 

And yet you felt better than you’d felt in past months that you’d been stuck with Scaramouche.

Food became any boar you came across, the claws you’d spent so long hiding with Scaramouche coming to unleash a wrath beyond your comprehension. Till the animal was cut to shreds and no meat was left even to eat. You’d slaughtered it, without intention to eat or benefit for it, you’d killed it just to kill.

“I’m sorry,” you’d sobbed into the ground where you’d buried the harmless animal. Forehead pressed into the dirt as you pleaded for forgiveness to whatever archons would accept it. You couldn't even remember what archons you were supposed to pray to. “Forgive me- forgive me…”

But eventually you found your way around to somewhere you knew. Territory of Inazuma where you could find your way back, back home.

Where was home?

You’d been on the run from the vision hunt decree, abandoning your post for the Kitsune Saiguu for such a thing. Even now that you could return without a vision and as no threat under the decree…

You’d sacrificed everything for your vision.

Where were you to go now…?

Rain patted down, the trees providing only a slight cover as stray drops fell into your matted dirty hair. You didnt mind, it hid the tears that slid down your lifeless face, feet taking you into the far meadows of your hometown. Till you plopped down underneath a tree, knees curled to your chest and arms hugging them close. You were crying.

You were home.

____________________

“Awh,” a ginger haired murmured, elbow resting on the cool wood of the tabletop. “Is little Mouchie sad? I heard your kitty cat escaped~”

A death wish, even fatui that idly minded themselves around the bar knew it. Sipping cold drinks and swirling their cups, the soft chatter was nothing but a distraction from the main course of events. That being the smaller Harbinger who sat sulking in his seat, hunched over with a drink in hand. He’d drank far more than what was on the counter, but everytime he finished a glass, he’d smash it on the ground, watching the fragile glass shatter into pieces.

“I dont have a cat,'' was his only response, tone daring Childe to pursue further. To give him a reason to start throwing the glass in his face instead.

And Childe was an idiot when it came to challenging someone.

“No cat?” The rest of the drink in the taller harbinger’s glass was gone when he threw his head back. “Hmmm, I cant think of what else could’ve had you so enraptured in returning home then~!”

Scaramouche didnt respond, uneven bangs shadowing the bags under his eyes. “Stronger,” he said instead, elbow on the counter and hand outstretched for something. When there was no movement from the man managing the wine, the harbinger looked up. “I need something stronger to drink,” he repeated, voice seething.

“Of c-course!”

The glass was nestled in Scaramouche’s palm in no time, fingers curling around the circular form to down it in seconds. The drink merely slid down his throat in one movement, alcohol burning his senses. It didn’t matter, he was numbed by the growing rage inside of him.

Finally, he turned to the ginger haired boy, eyes hazily dancing along the counter till it reached his fingertips. Up his hand and along his arm, till Scaramouche was staring right into Childe’s eyes. “They escaped,” he admitted softly. “But it’s alright, because I sent something that’ll bring them back.”

Childe paused, raising his drink up away from his lips to pose a question. Hesitation danced along his features before he brought the glass back, he’d rather not provoke the shorter male any further. Wasn’t like he could interfere anyway.

____________________

“That… that…” 

It was preposterous, having returned to that same spot for a day or two and heading back to the hometown you’d once lived in. The one Scaramouche had lived in. There shouldn’t have been an issue, you were solely gathering supplies for the sake of it, ambition driving you to travel far far away.

Out of Inazuma.

It was your new beginning, convincing yourself that you didn't need a vision. Finding some sort of purpose before Scaramouche shattered the vision and your life along with it. You’d seen how people had reacted when it had been ingrained in the statue, neutralized and broken. They lost hope, purpose and aspirations for anything new.

It’s not like the Raiden Shogun took my vision.

But you’d taken that fact for granted, expecting some sort of new start without Scaramouche. A victory, getting away from him just for a split second and getting out of Inazuma altogether, you’d never see him again.

Until you got his message.

“How the hell…” You crushed the note until it was just crumbled paper in your hand, slowly leaning on the stone wall. “Piece of shit… what kind of person even…” 

Not only did he manage to find you, but without making his presence known, he’d tugged at your one weakness with an ease that had you down on your knees.

You threw the paper to the ground, deliberate as you stared past the alleyway. Pensive as you considered your options. Damn, what options did you even have? You’d been an idiot to underestimate Scaramouche, he wasn’t a child, you knew that… but archons he seemed like one when he was with you. Shown you a vulnerability he wanted only you to see. But maybe that had been part of his plan all along, until all you believed was his soft demeanor.

He may act like a child, but he’s a harbinger.

You stared down at the crumbled piece of paper in disgust.

Not only that, but he has no regard for human life.

Either way, you’d lived decades more than him. You could face him, you would present yourself to him just as he expected you to. Even when everything in you rejected the idea, sobbed at the thought of returning to that house, those chains. Being locked up and confined only for the purpose of coddling a small boy, a selfish boy, a cruel boy. 

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

You’d figure out a way, and this time you wouldn’t rule out the option of his death.

———————

Oh darling Y/n, how have you been?

I hope this letter reaches you rather soon, we both have much to discuss, no? About me, about you, and much more. You see, I’ve taken up quite a distaste to your little friends. Stone statues in Inazuma as small as Kitsunes truly hold no purpose, what will they do, come back to life? Haha, I should think not. I’ve already arranged to have them demolished, who knows what kind of material they might possess. Ah, and of course I’d show you the finishing product, unless you’re willing to come and have a chat with me once more? Under the Sakura tree like we used to, you’ve waited years, I believe you can wait for me?

I hope this letter reaches you in best interests. I’m always looking out for you after all.

Sincerely, your Balladeer

——————

It was raining.

Beautiful weather as you lay sitting there, feet crossed and tucked in the same you’d often do. After all, there was no need to fear the vision hunt decree or the Raiden Shogun. Let them come, let them take care of you before Scaramouche did.

You werent cold, not when the cold drops dampened your clothing, slipping down the length of your spine and drenching your face. Despite having lived in a luxury residency for such a long time, this was where you were most comfortable, enduring whatever the weather had for you, taking it with a smile. Because you were waiting…

The Kitsune Saiguu was a distant memory.

You were waiting for Scaramouche, the young boy that often bound into the field in lengthy strides, childlike wonder in his eyes. The one who’d cried when the other kids pushed him away, the one that just wanted to be praised. You’d held him in your arms, and now, even knowing the results, you wouldnt have done differently.

He was just a boy.

Just a boy when he joined the fatui, looking for praise that he was given. He created chaos and bellowed orders with a cruelty that was highly looked upon. Told that he was doing well, so he continued to do so.

He’s just a boy.

You wished you’d held him in your arms, if not only for a tad longer. Shield him away from the wrongness of the world, if only for one last time.

Banishing away your hatred for him was hard.

But you found it under the tree, rain soon dimming down to a clouded cold breeze that swept through the meadow. You’d hated him while stuck in the mansion, but you could now see it from a larger point of view. What he did was wrong of course, but you could remember him so vividly now. His small form giggling, tiny arms around your neck. 

“Play with me!”

Was it your fault?

For not holding him tighter? For trying to rectify his bad doings and teach him what was wrong and right? Maybe if your grip was firmer, if you’d spoken to him about the warmth he’d given you that day when playing cards...

“Lazy ass.”

Burying down that pile of worry and insecurities, you took a deep breath in to relax. The edge of your lip perked up, only slightly. “Still terrible with your social skills arent you?”

Slowly securing a dry space under the three with you, Scaramouche sat down. His features were the same ones you’d grown accustomed to at his mansion. Rich clothes, sharp eyes, and the baby face that refused to go away. His movements were soft as he pulled out a deck of cards. The two of you didnt speak as he distributed them between you both. It was tense… no, it felt too much like the warmth form long ago to be tense. You only wished the situation to be different.

“I love you.”

But you could only offer a bitter smile to his words. “I love my vision,” you replied. “I love the Kitsune Saiguu, and I love my friends.”

His touch was gentle when his fingers came to gently cradle your cheek. Holding your face dearly as he peered into your eyes, his were soft. Different from the cruelty he held within, the hatred that burned and destruction that seeked to explode.

You saw a little boy.

Your hand came to press his hand further against your cheek, till you slid his palm to your lips. He appeared so calm when you pressed the first kiss, lips tracing the lines along his palm with all the care in the world.

But you needed to change your view, see him as the man he now was. As the man he had become.

“I love you,” he repeated, and you let go of his hand. It fell limp by his side, cards all but forgotten. There was a much more pressing matter at hand, because you truly needed to see him as he was.

It was necessary if you planned to kill him.

[sukirichi]

dutifully yours. [01]

Attached to the could’ve been’s of a promised happily ever after with the Crown Prince disguised under a scheme for power and greed, you are torn between choosing your happiness — or abandoning it to fulfill your duty as the future Queen.

→ unedited bcos i’m brave lazy. implied patriarchy. angst in future chapters. pure romance and fluff for now. royalty au. eventual smut. prince naoya !! i love him sm i could cry. this fic will break me, okay. naoya is close to canon but with my twist if that makes sense. drama in future chapters. oh and listen to this while reading <3

→ massive shoutout to my besties for always hyping me and helping me uwu, i present this token of prince naoya being an ideal husband okay cry cry i love him sm im crying. anyways pls enjoy bcos i poured my heart out to this and bcos i want more people in the naoya fucker club :>

one | next (to be posted)

Ever since the day your mother taught you how to read, you’ve had your nose buried in a book. Losing yourself in different worlds, swooning over fictional princes, and fantasizing for a love story ripped out of fairytale itself with such burning, passionate romance – you’d been through it all, dreamt of it all. And yet, you struggled to stop yourself from tugging at your dress.

The tight corset hadn’t even been the main focus of your worries, and neither was the heavy rivière resting on your collarbones.

“Would you stop fidgeting?” Beside you, your mother pursed her lips, fingers decorated with jewels stopping in their movements of fanning herself. The temperature hadn’t been particularly high inside the limousine that evening. You supposed it was the mere sight of you tugging and gulping audibly every now and then, gloved hands running over the hems of your collar.

You ducked your head down. “Sorry, Mother. I can’t help it.”

“Dear, your anxiety is written all over your face,” she sighed, turning your face to her as she cupped your cheeks. Smiling tenderly like a mother always did, your heart felt soothed even by the slightest bit. You wished she could keep holding you like this – like you were a fragile flower she was afraid of breaking; a fragile flower that needed more care handled than most. Tonight, however, you felt a hundred years older. Like you’d accidentally clicked on fast forward and got launched to the future. A future that seemed so unclear yet so...perfect. So right.

“How would the Prince fancy you if you’re sweating bullets like that? It’s not a good look for a marquess’ daughter.”

At the mention of the Crown Prince, your heart sank again. “My apologies, Mother. I’m just rather nervous. It’s the Crown Prince we’re talking about here.”

“He is quite the looker, isn’t he?” she giggled behind her fan, “Strong and handsome, as well.”

“My ladies. You are not fantasizing over the Crown Prince in my presence, are you?”

Crossing her leg over the other, your mother leaned forwards, elbows on her knees as she winked at your father. The marquess had his torso half twisted from the passenger seat, glaring playfully at your mother’s unabashed features. “It is of no seriousness, My Lord. I’m simply easing your daughter’s nerves.”

Your father sighed in worry. “What’s got you so worked up, child? You are beautiful. The Prince would be blind to not notice you.”

Each fibre in your body screamed in desperation for your father to be right. Tonight was not just any other night – the entire Kingdom, including noblewomen, foreign royals, and unwed daughters from honourable families had been invited to the Zen’in Castle for one purpose only: to find his Crown Prince a suitable wife, one that would be fit to be the next Queen as well. As the daughter of the marquess, you’d naturally received the invitation. It felt just like yesterday when the mail arrived and you’d cheered so much in joy the chickens went flying out of their coops, your horses galloping and whinnying at surprise, and now you here – minutes away from the palace where you were soon to be deemed worthy or unworthy to be beside His Highness.

With a shaky smile, you dug your nails into your thighs. “Well, we’ve only met once, Father. I doubt the Prince would remember me.”

“Just smile, darling. You will do great.”

To no one’s surprise, the Zen’in Castle brimmed with people and esteemed guests. Men and women danced with one another as muted chatters and chuckles blended in with the grand royal orchestra, everyone dressed to the nines and making you feel completely out of place.

The moment you’d been welcomed by the knights and led to the palace doors, your dress began to feel tighter than usual, your ribs clenching uncomfortably from the pressure. Your hands had not stopped trembling either, not even when you hid it behind your back and nodded at the people passing by. There were governor-generals, dukes, earls, professors and royal advisors and even families of the royal family’s inner circle of knights. Everyone looked like they belonged here. Chatting amongst one another over the finest of wines or discussing conspiracies on where the Kingdom of Zen’in would be in the next sixty years of the future King’s reign, no one here seemed to be out of place.

Everyone except you.

A warm hand was suddenly placed on the small of your back, making you gasp. Your mother’s smile was nothing short of warm as she held you close to her one last time, leaving a kiss on your forehead. You didn’t even realize how much you shook until she clasped her hands with yours. “Calm down, dear,” she reminded, “You’ll be on your own now. This is where we leave you since we’re not supposed to mingle with potential princesses.”

“Mother!” Your eyes widened in embarrassment. Looking around frantically, you bit your lip in fear someone must’ve heard.

Of course, while it would be no surprise most guests – if not all – hoped that their daughter would be the Crown Prince’s chosen fiancée, it still felt wrong to boldly assume such when you could barely keep up with the events of tonight.

However, your mother merely laughed. “I am proud of you, dear. Never forget that. It doesn’t matter whether you are chosen or not. We’re only here for formality and respect to the King and Queen’s demands.”

“You say that as if the Crown Prince really would not bother with me.”

“We didn’t mean that,” your father cut in, a flute of champagne already nested between his calloused fingers. Ever since you arrived, he’d been snatched away by fellow earls and barons, disappearing into the crowd for a ‘hearty conversation over one’s lands.’ You knew better than that, though. That statement always translated to which leader got to have more chances to wine and dine with the King, to which your family was ridiculously reminded of that you’d been stationed to the most faraway land where even hearing news from the royal papers was but a privilege.

“Just be yourself, alright? And enjoy the party. It’s about time you met with girls your own age and made some friends.”

“I – Father, wait!”

A slender young woman slithered to your side out of nowhere, her golden brown eyes following the silhouettes of your parents. It wasn’t long before they completely disappeared. Left alone with the stunning woman that was – for some reason – dressed in a plain black curve hugging dress too modest for tonight’s appropriateness, you took three steps away in caution. “You must be from way up North,” she noted, her head to the tipped to the side. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

God, was she beautiful. Long, thick eyelashes and short hair chopped in messy yet elegant curves, you struggled to hold her gaze. “Oh, yes, I come from the Terratian Borders. My family is stationed there under His Majesty’s orders.”

She hummed to herself. “The Terratian Borders are mostly forests and fields, no? The last time my family and I visited there, I came across the loveliest dandelions I’ve ever laid eyes on. Shame they died on the way back,” offering her hand – again, bare and empty with decorations yet still littered with faint scars and cuts – she beamed at you. “I’m Mai, by the way. Mai Zen’in.”

Zen’in?

Hands cupping your mouth, you bowed deep until your back ached. “Lady Mai!” you shut your eyes closed, unable to live with the shame. Mai Zen’in; one of the iconic twin pair from the extended Zen’in royal family, both a fashion icon and a legend for being a rumoured female knight. To have her in your presence was an honour. “My apologies for not recognizing you any sooner, Lady Mai!”

“Stand up, I’m not a royal,” she sniggered, “We’re just relatives of the actual monarch, but don’t let the family name fool you. The Crown Prince barely even acknowledges us being of the same blood.”

Albeit hesitant, you followed her gestures of making you stand up. You straightened your back and cleared your throat, fighting the urge to go haywire the moment his name was brought into the conversation. Not only would you be seeing Prince Naoya again in real life for the first time in years, but you’d also made acquaintances with his distant niece. However, his name was spoken with malice.

Frowning, you faced Lady Mai in all seriousness. “Prince Naoya? Why so?” Lady Mai looked at you like you’d grown two heads.

“He’s an ass, that’s why.”

“I-I don’t think he is,” you defended, “The Prince has been nothing but kind to me.”

“I didn’t know he was capable of kindness,” she muttered more so under her breath, low enough you were unsure whether you were supposed to hear it in the first place. Lady Mai then shook her head to herself before stealing a flute from a waiter passing by. Chucking it your way, her face turned dark and grim. “Take it as free advice: stay as far away from his as possible. The Crown Prince is nothing but good news.”

“Is it because he has lots of lovers?” you inquired with a small voice, “Uhm – well – It was an assumption. With a title and handsomeness like that, it would make sense everyone would want to be the Crown Prince’s lover.”

Lady Mai’s lip curled upwards. “Prince Naoya won’t bother with lovers. He is too occupied for that.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Heard from whom?”

“The Royal Declaration from His Majesty himself,” you said, “Was it not the purpose of this ball? To find worthy candidates to be the Crown Prince’s betrothed? His coronation is coming soon.”

“Right. I forgot today was technically a bridal market,” she scratched the edge of her brow, falling silent for a moment. Her eyes scanned the lively crowd for a brief moment – watching with you as everyone laughed and danced to their heart’s content – the grand final event of the routine personal dance with the Crown Prince himself slowly approaching to reality. “You are joining in the festivities, are you not? Later, when he arrives, he shall meet you.”

“I am obligated to as a noble bachelorette, though I doubt His Highness would even look my way. There are far richer noblewomen here and even daughters of duke that would be perfect as his wife. ”

“You may have a point for that,” she hummed to herself, unaware that her agreement to the Crown Prince not paying attention to you left a sting both in your ego and heart. Not that it lasted long, for Lady Mai was already tugged on the arm by another equally fiercely beautiful woman – her older twin, Maki Zen’in. Soon to be governon-general of the Kingdom.

Lady Mai smiled in apology. “I need to go now since I’m not a part of this event. But hey, if ever I come around to visit the Borders again, perhaps you could entertain me?”

“I would be honoured to, Lady Mai.”

“You are sweet and innocent,” it was her sister who spoke this time, glasses perched high on her nose that concealed the wariness of her gaze. “I hope the Crown Prince never gets to your routine.”

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s nothing; she was talking to herself. Maki does that a lot,” Lady Mai’s forced chuckles were barely heard from the music. “You enjoy the party now. Don’t drink too much lest you want to embarrass yourself in everyone’s eyes and be talk of the Kingdom. Prince Naoya would hate it if you took the attention away from him.”

“Oh, uhm...”

“It’s a joke, Lady Y/N. Relax.”

You bowed once more. “My apologies.”

“The dance is about to begin,” Maki tapped on your shoulder, making you look up right where her eyes zeroed in. And exactly in the middle of the grandiose hall, under the sparkling golden chandeliers where he made all the gold in the world look incomparable next to him, the Crown Prince stood in his fully glory. Blond hair with the ends stained of midnight gelled back to reveal his forehead, the Crown Prince’s beauty never failed to shine. Whether it be in the papers, in the tabloids, in the billboards that you passed on the way to the city, or from way back when you met him for the first time as a naive, innocent teen – Crown Prince Naoya came straight out of a magazine cover.

In the back of your head, you could hear either of the twins murmuring good luck. Maybe both of them had said it – you had no idea. All of your attention, all the sensibility and coherence of your state had been switched the next instant, as if your heart and soul was born for the sole purpose of being bewitched by your Crown Prince.

And as if feeling someone’s gaze on him, the Crown Prince’s eyes trailed over the crowd. Almost boredly, his sharp eyes bounced from one giggling woman to another, the ends of his lips smirking upwards for just the tiniest bit. It must’ve stroked his ego. Until his eyes connected with yours. The Crown Prince’s eyebrows knitted together. You had no idea how you looked in that moment, and quite frankly, you didn’t care. Because the Crown Prince was looking at you, and you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes along with your heart pulsing at the tip of your tongue.

“Let us begin,” his lips moved from the distance, “Play the music. I shall dance with my bride.”

The air shifted in a split second. Murmurs were thrown over the room, women and men alike turning pale. Even the orchestra was stunned from the Crown Prince’s entrance – and it hadn’t even been dramatic to his standards – yet the whole castle fell mum from just a few of his words. A few seconds later, the crowd recomposed itself, and the strings began to dance along with its bows.

You are pushed into the crowd. Nearly colliding into the arms of another, you quietly thank the masked man who was to be your first partner of the night.

All the men joining the dance floor dressed with the intention of making the Crown Prince shine. Prince Naoya stood out from the throng of white as per the colour code, his blood red uniform as both Prince with the  golden crest of the military leader pinned to his right breast. The other men meant to be filler partners until all the potential brides got to their designated three minutes with the Prince were all dressed in black, faces covered behind a plain black mask. None were allowed to talk. None were allowed to utter even a word, and so your partner pursed his lips in displeasure at your apology.

Whatever. You just had to wait a few more rounds before the song finished and transitioned into a new one; the song where you’d been informed would be your time alone with the Prince.

You’d been so lost in your head you barely breathed the entire dance. From partner to partner, you blanked. Your heart drummed so wildly in its cage it begged to come out, and strings of apologies were let out each time your masked partners grimaced for a brief second when their hands came in contact with your sweaty ones. Around you, all the lovely women smiled and danced graciously, mouths moving in unreadable conversations shared with the Crown Prince. Not once did you look at the six partners you’ve danced with. Not once did you worry about tripping on your own feet. Not once did you care that some of the masked men held you a little too roughly for your comfort. Your entire reason for existing in that moment was to witness the Crown Prince himself, mirroring his frown that got deeper and deeper with each woman retreating to the sea of people he’d rejected.

Not once did you even think about being one of them – the girls who’ve ducked their heads down as their parents comforted them over not being the chosen one, of bringing ‘dishonour’ to their families that the mighty Crown Prince had deemed them unworthy. Tears streamed down their faces until black ink followed afterwards, lips trembling from silent sobs.

Despite their broken prides – although there was that minority who simply sighed in relief after returning to their own families – no one would dare interrupt the Crown Prince’s dances.

All of these thoughts crossed your mind too late and at the exact time your masked partner pulled away from you, body half bent in a bow with his arm outstretched to the side. Following where he was gesturing at, your eyes met the Crown Prince’s tall and lean stature, a few blond fringes now fallen from his movements.

Even though a thin layer of sweat shone from his face, Prince Naoya remained ethereal.

And like a snake charmed by the musician’s seductive tone, your feet moved on its own. Fingers stretching until it met with the Crown Prince’s large and warm ones, you were now in front of him. With him. Holding him, touching him, meeting him eye for eye and realizing – gold. His eyes burned a deep shade of gold, elegantly rich and heartbreakingly stunning your heart ached.

Before you knew it, your hands began to tremble, feeling as if your body had been corded into a corset three sizes smaller. You could not breathe, and the Crown Prince took notice.

“You are stiff. Do I make you uncomfortable?” Good Saint. If only possible, you would’ve closed your eyes and basked in the deep warmth of his voice. It reverberated from deep within, breathed out with an air of natural authority and profound confidence it made your knees weak. As if sensing his effect on you (though for the wrong reasons, it seemed), Prince Naoya hummed to himself. “This routine shall last for a few minutes before I can let you go, I’m afraid.”

You instantly realized the implications of your silence. “N-not at all, Your Highness! I am honoured to be dancing with you.”

“There is no honour in a choreographed dance. Everyone will dance with me. It’s nothing special.”

Your heart fell. Prince Naoya not only sounded dejected, but detached as well. As if he found no pleasure or specialty in this event, at a time where he had every opportunity to meet his lover, and that this ball was merely a task to be checked off in his already long list of responsibilities. It wasn’t disappointment, per se, but rather melancholy that left a bitter taste in your mouth. Not because Prince Naoya held little to no regards for something you treasured, but because he sounded terribly alone. Like he was simply waiting for it to end out of discomfort.

“It’s special to me, Your Highness,” you blurted out faster than you could stop yourself. For a moment, you feared you may have offended him, but the Crown Prince only laughs.

And when he did – saint, when he laughed – his eyes crinkled into half moons, pearly whites flashing against the bright lights and his whole chest shook with amusement.

You’d never seen him smile this way before.

Prince Naoya’s laughter didn’t cease. Around you, your gut instincts told that people were now beginning to look; the Crown Prince’s deep rumbles of laughter sounded exquisitely like music as well, after all. “ Is it special to you because you are now dancing and within the Crown Prince’s proximity? As much as I presume how exhilarating it might be for those who mostly see me in the papers and in the tabloids, I assure you, dancing with your Prince is not an honour. Especially when you are all sent the invitations based on your status and not your worthy traits.”

“It’s special to me,” you mumbled, growing shy all of a sudden when the Crown Prince nodded at you to continue. “Because...because it reminds me of the first time we met.”

The Crown Prince hummed in amusement.

“We have met before?”

“Yes, Your Highness. I’m from the Terratian Borders – my father is a loyal servant of His Majesty. You visited the borders when you were eighteen and I was sixteen. Do you remember it, Your Highness? You stormed in my private library.”

Indeed, the young barely-out-of-his-teens Crown Prince barged into your home’s library years ago. You were not previously informed he and his parents would be visiting since they arrived wordlessly, so you were stuck in your chambers as usual, killing time if not for sleeping and tending to the animals. Perched on a ladder, you attempted to reach for a book on the upper shelf when your foot slipped beneath you. At the age of sixteen, you were dramatic enough to say your life flashed before your eyes. You would’ve screamed then had strong arms not appeared out of nowhere, the Crown Prince staring at you with wide, golden eyes as they were now, his breathy rasped as he asked, are you okay, my lady?

The mere recollection of that fateful memory had your cheeks warming in delight. “You were so charming and heroic back then. Even when I had no idea you were a royal, I would have still believed you to be princely,” you said rather absentmindedly, blinking once then twice at your words. “Of course, it’s understandable if you do not remember, Your Highness!”

“My apologies. I do not remember, though Terratia is a wonderful place. Such a shame I was not informed beforehand they had a lovely daughter.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” you cheered back, cheeks and jaw beginning to ache from how wide you were smiling. But could anyone blame you? You felt absolutely silly that you were a breath away from passing out minutes ago, and now here you were, dancing with the Crown Prince and sharing memories with him like it was a daily occurrence. The words it’s true love when you feel at peace with them suddenly rang back at your head from that latest romance novel you read, and you turned away, hoping the Crown Prince would not read your thoughts to your face. However, Prince Naoya’s lips pursed into a thin line, all traces of humour now disappeared. “I’m sorry – should I not have laughed?”

“No, I don’t mind,” he mused with his jaw locked tight, “I just haven’t seen anyone react that way before.”

“Like what?”

“Like my words meant the entire universe to them. I may dare even say you look terribly in love, though I cannot blame you on that one, can I?”

Prince Naoya shook his head the minute the words left his mouth. Forcing himself to believe it couldn’t be real, perhaps, you truly did not know anymore. Your only plan for tonight was to see the Crown Prince and get to live out your dream of seeing him once more even for just a brief moment before you travelled back home while he married another, and yet – “Your Highness, I’m in love with you. I have always been since the day we met.”

You could no longer stop the words. The voice at the back of your head begged you to shut up and not cause a scene, that your time had passed up and people were staring, yet you remained in his arms no matter how much you wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow you whole.

“Please do not misunderstand me, Your Highness. I did not come here to attempt to steal your heart and be your wife, though I will admit I have dreamt of meeting you again for so many moons. I...I only want to tell you this. That I love you and even though it was a brief moment, I think the love I’ve always read about felt real and possible for the first time in my life,” chuckling nervously, you gather to courage to face him, adoration shining for the Crown Prince stood shock still before you, however stunned he may be. “I love you, Your Highness. I love you. And to whoever lucky woman you choose to be your betrothed, I hope she takes care of you and showers you with all the affection you are deserving of. You would make a great King. So God help his Crown Prince, and may you lead us all into a better world.”

Prince Naoya did not budge a muscle. His eyes remained hard on yours, breath warm as his nostrils fumed. With each passing second that he did not speak, you grew restless and tugged your arm away from his hold with a disgraceful smile.

You’d truly crossed your line. The repercussions to be faced for this impoliteness would destroy your family’s honour. You had to leave. “Your Highness? The song has changed. It’s time to let go—”

The Crown Prince inched close enough until his hair tickled your cheeks, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he pulled you close, close enough that your lower bodies touched. Skin ablaze with heat, you dared not move an inch. “Do you mean it?” he demanded lowly, his fingers ghosting over your wrist to hold you in place. “Do you truly love me? Not for what I have, not for who I was born to be, but me as a person itself?”

Closing your eyes to shudder in a deep breath, you exhaled. “Of course, Your Highness. Even if you were not born as a Prince, I’m sure I would’ve still loved you in a different universe.”

“But I do not know you.”

“We don’t have to know each other, Your Highness, and we never will. Once you let me go, I’ll return to the shadows where I belong, and I will continue supporting you until the day of your coronation.”

“And if I refuse to let you go?” he clicked his tongue, “What will you do then?”

The Crown Prince’s spicy perfume must be an aphrodisiac or hypnotizer of sorts. Everything he did messed with your mind that it was too late – the music had stopped and people were no longer drinking or chatting. Everyone’s eyes were on you and the Crown Prince. You could only imagine how controversial this position must be; with his lips trailing dangerously close to that sensitive spot in your neck where you nearly moaned. You really needed to leave.

“P-people are looking, Your Highness. You do not want this affair with someone you won’t choose—”

“Who said I won’t choose you?” Finally, he pulled away. But Prince Naoya never once tore his gaze away from yours, nor did he allow you to look at anyone but him as he caresses your jaw so light and feathery you wondered if he was truly there.“Who said I haven’t laid my eyes on you the moment you walked in here? This ball is for naught because of you, Lady Y/N. I’ve already made my choice, and you helped me confirm it as soon as you danced with me.”

“Your Highness...”

“Look at me,” he ordered, your eyes flitting from his pinkish lips to his sharp nose and then to his fox-like gaze. Only this time, Prince Naoya was no longer harsh. “Don’t be scared.”

“But they’re looking.”

“You are with me, of course they’ll look,” he teased, “They wish to be you right now. But ignore them and dance one more time with me.”

It wasn’t like you had a choice, but did it matter? One nod from him was all it took before the orchestra fumbled back to their spots and a new song played, Ode of Moonlight Lovers, and the Crown Prince was guiding you back to where he had originally danced with you.

From the corners of your eyes, you caught a glimpse of your parents with their mouths gaped open; your father looking like he was on the verge of passing out. However, you felt nothing but joy, nothing but the adrenaline pumping through your veins as he danced and twirled you in his arms. When the music stopped and you were both panting for air with silly smiles on your face, it dawned on you that you were with the Prince. No, rather, it was only you and the Prince alone. Even in the sea of people whose faces began to blur, he prevailed crystal clear.

You could recognize him anywhere, find him everywhere.

Prince Naoya stepped impossibly closer until your chests touched, hearts beating as one. Cupping your jaw, he was near enough that he swallowed all your shaky breaths with a small, teasing smile like you both shared a secret the entire world could not know.

“Do I still make you nervous?”

Laughing, you nodded. “Yes, Your Highness. I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“It’s beloved now,” he corrected, face inching closer and closer to a point you could count the number of his lower lashes. “And what do lovers do to seal their union?”

“M-Marriage?”

“Close, but this is much better.”

If anyone were to tell you that you would have a love story ripped out straight from a fairytale, you would’ve laughed at their faces. You were no Cinderella, nor were you a goddess of beauty that could’ve possibly caught the Crown Prince’s eye. Yet, his soft lips were on yours, kissing you with as much passion you could only dream of that you cried.

Strong hands guiding the back of your waist, Prince Naoya dipped you lower to the ground – the grand of finish of his dance. He had chosen his bride.

The crowd cheered and rejoiced all around you, making you smile into the kiss. Fisting his collar to bring him closer to yours, your mouth burst into metaphorical fireworks as soon as his tongue mingled with yours for an experimental taste. He was bitter yet sweet; expensive wine resting on his tongue, yet a delicate vanilla sat heavily on his soft lips that molded with yours. It was a taste you could spend forever being addicted on. And you were crying, crying so much your chest ached and the Prince’s cheeks grew damp from yours. You’d dreamt of this for so long, too long now.

Prince Naoya slowly pulled you away, his thumb wiping the tears away from the pads of your cheeks with tenderness in his touch. However, the Prince was not satisfied. The crowd whooped as he leant down to kiss your forehead. “You are mine now, my princess.”

Looping his hands with yours, the Crown Prince led you out of the castle. The crowd parted naturally to make way for the new couple, and you were left staring at his broad back and the tuft of blond hair where you’d soon find out how soft it would be. Sending one last glance to your crying parents, you waved goodbye. You had no idea where the Crown Prince would take you but you were already bunching your dress up, heart completely filled with trust you did not question it. What mattered tonight and for the rest of your life was that it felt right. That it was him – your beloved Prince Naoya Zen’in and soon to be husband – that you’d follow through the moon and back.

[kikyan]

If it’s not too much trouble, could I request a matchup for TWST? Some things about me are that I’m a Libra, over 18, and an INFJ. I usually try to be nice to people, but sometimes I can be very blunt to the point it comes off the wrong way. Im smart academically but not much when it comes to social cues/people feelings. I have a hard time empathizing with others and sometimes it can get to the point I act selfishly. I also have an out-of-pocket/dark sense of humor, but I always try not to cross a line (even if that fails sometimes). For my hobbies I usually like reading, watching movies/shows, and playing video games. My favorite genres in anything are romance, horror, and psychological thrillers. What I look for in a partner is someone who is very devoted. Probably one of the reasons I love yanderes is because I love the idea of someone being so in love with you to the point it becomes obsession. Honestly I don’t even mind when they get violent/abusive. I want someone who’s going to accept the real me, including all of the ugly parts, and not lose interest in me. I’d look for someone who has an interest in me, makes my life fun and interesting, but still gives me private romantic moments since I’m not big on being in public.

Sorry for taking so long, here you go! Also, I did get your message that you wanted to add Obey Me as a fandom so I went ahead and did both! For TWST I have Cater Diamond as the main match with Rook Hunt being the runner-up! For Obey Me, I have Asmodeus as the main match with Barbatos being the runner-up!

You have a similar MBTI to a match-up I did previously so I'm using those notes as we speak! As an INFJ you approach life with deep thoughtfulness and seek to find meaning or make the most of things. A just person with personal beliefs and values and you stick to them, it's usually pretty hard to get you to change opinions or turn back from them. You're a libra who are known to seek out stability in their lives and in all aspects. Most libras have a "we" rather than an "I", meaning you probably care deeply about others and their accomplishments. Probably seek stability for others as well, not to mention Libras are known people pleasers, so it's possible that your beliefs are one that keeps everyone content even if you may or may not agree. Agreeing for the sake of keeping the peace but acknowledging that you do not condone certain behaviors/actions. Not to mention, every individual libra has a charm that they use to navigate out of social situations, usually gaining favor or deflecting topics they do not want to talk about. Not to mention, with what you've told me, it seems as if you show a different persona to others and find it hard to be the real you with others.

Cater would understand this, I've always said that he feels the same. He doesn't have a personality that's true to himself as he's always adapting constantly to what others want of him. I think Cater would enjoy your hobbies. Post on Magicam what movies you went to go see together, maybe what books you guys have been reading, etc. Wanting to document those picture-perfect moments in life but I think when you're in private, would very much be real with you. He gets it, he understands that sometimes, it's hard to see how others respond. I want to say that Cater is average in academics but as far as social cues, he's got them all down because of how observant he is. Understanding them to a full extent probably not, but he scratches a bit off the surface. You could help him with academics and he's thankful! Showing genuine emotion can be hard and maybe you're someone who is stoic, you care but have difficulty showing that. Something that Cater relates to, you said you wanted a partner who is very devoted and wants to see the ugly parts of someone and still love them, Cater would. He's always adapting to others and getting on their good graces but would others do the same? Maybe Cater speaks from experience or maybe he just feels that way. but he probably knows that if they saw the real him they would probably hit that dislike button. Cater might not be such a private person because he'd love to show you off, but he's not afraid of showing the real Cater to you. Seeing as how you want someone to love you for you, you may come to understand Cater and maybe encourage his yandere self. He has no issue proving his love for you as long as you do the same. I truly think he's a dangerous yandere so praying for you bestie but I have a feeling you might be able to tolerate him!

Rook Hunt is a close second. Same with Cater really but if anything, Rook doesn't shy away from putting his real self on blast. Unlike Cater who adapts, Rook doesn't care. It's 100% or nothing, He is very observant, picking up anything you say and engraving it to memory. Another one who is supportive of your hobby no matter what it is, he'll enjoy watching movies and often commenting on characters/actors/scenes/theories which you may enjoy if you like theorizing. Rook doesn't mind the ugly side of you, in fact it makes him interested. If you were hiding it, which you might be he'll do everything he can to uncover it but only for his viewing pleasure. He is very devoted I mean have you seen how he acts with Vil? No matter his personal belief he would enjoy what you say and what you do, you could even beat him down and he'd still usher how much he loves you and when you take control. Overall, Rook is also another terrifying yandere but again I think you can tolerate him! He doesn't shy away from showing to you the true dynamic, even if he does enjoy switching it up from time to time.

As far as Obey me, I think Asmodeus is a perfect match. He is slightly similar to Cater, but also slightly different. He's the sin of Lust but Lust can also refer to other things. While Lust can be seen as a strong sexual desire for someone it can also be used as a strong desire. In the game he's flirty and enjoys partying, opening up his social circle, and using social media. Always documenting the perfect moments online, but who knows if that's the truth behind the screen. I can see Asmodeus being devoted to his S/O, always cherishing them and making them feel superior. He loves them and absolutely adores the idea of spoiling them but seeing as how you're not afraid to show who you really are, Asmodeus would also enjoy that. Asmo also has the upper hand in social interactions, usually getting them to favor him or directing the conversation elsewhere. He has the ability to charm others but it doesn't work on the MC, which I like because that means if we want to love Amso, we do that on our own free will. I like to believe he can be very devoted and borderline masochistic/sadistic, he could grovel and beg for attention or he could put you in your place. You're so used to seeing Asmo as some peppy and kind person, but I feel like he can actually be masking some dark persona behind that.

As the runner-up, I was tempted to give you Solomon because he also has a close relationship with Asmo and I like to headcanon him as two-faced but Barbatos would take the cake! Barbatos is Diavolos's butler and while he does obey him, he doesn't shy away from scolding him as he's technically supposed to be a mentor watching over him. Barbatos is always seen as very formal and either I've skipped events or haven't gotten that far but while he recognizes emotion, he has a hard time empathizing like you. I think he feels most comfortable in that power dynamic where he does his job and moves on, he can show a mask of emotions but other than that he's hollow. Maybe he does want to be able to feel sympathy and relate to others, but as of now he probably does not. He's classy and fits the criteria of what you want/need. He's devoted to his S/O, he would bow down to you if you so like but he can also put you in your place if you act out. I have darker Barbatos headcanons that I did post but didn't seem to get much attention but I truly think he's hiding a secret agenda which also ties in with everyone having two different sides. After feeling comfortable with you he won't shy away from his true self and who knows, you may or may not enjoy it. It's funny that you enjoy psychological thrillers or psychology in general because this man will manipulative, gaslight, and condition you all at once.

Thanks again for requesting! Hope you enjoy your match up and thanks again for the support!

[rintarhue]

instant boyfriend ✆ epilogue

➪ MAIN MENU | PREVIOUS | SPECIAL CHAPTER

• listen to this song as you read <3

“Do you remember when we first met?” 

“Yea, you met the robot version of me. And quite frankly, he actually may be human—totally not scary at all!”

You hit Rintaro on his head, while he laughs. Not the robot him, but the actual him. Just Suna Rintaro; your tall, lazy-eyed, dramatic boyfriend. He would argue that he isn’t as dramatic as how you paint him to be, but you both know that he’s just lying to himself. (Also, you applaud Tooru for his inkling before, because wow, Suna was actually Rintaro’s last name.) 

For the past three years that you’ve known him, you fell in love all over again. It wasn’t easy, of course, but there wasn’t much difference. He and Rintarobot are just the same person, though the latter is just some made-up device created by his friend, Kuroo.

“Not that, you ass!” You shake your head, sipping on your cup of coffee. He simply munches on his sandwich, you coo quietly at his chubby cheeks. “When I entered this very cafe and started bawling my eyes when I saw you.”

Rintaro smiles. “Yea, you looked like an actual fool.” 

The two of you sit quietly in the cafe where the two of you first met. Three years ago, you entered and immediately cried when you saw the image of him eating his pasta. His hair was much shorter then, eyes confused, as he looked at your vulnerable form. ‘Rintaro? Aren’t you in the company?’ You cried out to him, ‘Why are you in Argentina!’ That’s when he knew you were one of the users of his friend’s app. He kept you company the whole day while paying for your food and conversing with you at the same time. He asked for your number, and the two of you immediately hit it off. 

At times, he was concerned if you still saw him as Rintarobot; the idealized him—the one that would immediately tick all the checkboxes for a perfect husband. And that might be true at first, but through time, you started to fall for the man with expressive eyes, a cocky grin, and tattoos filled with stories adorning on his skin. 

“Shut up!” You roll your eyes, throwing your used tissue on his face. He catches it quickly in his hand, disgust written all over his face. He wipes his dirtied hand on his lap, before leaning closer to you, a genuine grin now playing on the tip of his lips. 

“But you know who’s a bigger fool?”

“Who?” 

“Me,” he breathes. “I’m so foolishly in love with you.”

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, before leaning closer to you. You stay still as he plants his lips onto yours. Rintaro’s lips are soft and slightly chapped, though the sweetness behind his actions was even sweeter than any dessert you could ever order in this cafe. His hands immediately cup your face into his, as you both close your eyes, cherishing the kiss. 

You feel him smile against your lips, before breaking off. Biting your lips, you avoid his eyes, looking at the menu chalkboard on the wall. His laugh joins the endless chatter inside the place. “Y/N, we’ve been together for years now and you’re still embarrassed whenever I kiss you?”  

“It’s not that!” You reason out, now averting your sight on your boyfriend. “It’s just that… you’re so sweet yet so fucking corny at the same time, it physically hurts!”

He sighs, dramatically. Buff arms crossed, while his lips pout cutely.

“But... I’m so in love with you that I don’t even care.”

A familiar song starts to play; one that you and Rintaro know too well. He stands abruptly, chair knocking the person behind him. He bows a quick apology, while the person gives him an understanding smile. He drags you in the middle of the cafe, uncaring at the stares that the two of you received. 

“I don’t know who you are,” he sings, as he twirls you in his arms. “But I’ll save you a seat.” 

The song continues to play, the people around you start doing the same. When the two of you first met, this Bruno Major song started to play. It was quite fitting actually; two strangers meeting, the other hung up on love while the other was there for a new life. The latter gave a comforting smile and saved the former a seat. Two strangers meeting, and in the end, their hearts intertwined. 

“The most beautiful thing,” your eyes focus on him. You decide to change the lyrics, wrapped up too much in his warmth. “I have ever seen.”

At this moment, right now, it was just you and him.

The spotlight now fixates its light on the two of you. Rintaro halts his movements, as he kneels on one knee. He takes a velvet box from the back of his pocket, opening it to reveal a shining diamond ring;

“Will you marry me?”

And it will forever be that way, starting now.

— END SCENE!

— thank you for reading instant boyfriend <3 it has been such a long bumpy ride and im so so thankful for all the love and support this story has received. i hope you guys learned a thing or two, and i hoped it made you laugh, cry, or smile :D love is something that comes and goes; and it's something that we are all deserving of. when the time is right, the right one for you will eventually come <3

— CRIES. IM GONNA MISS THIS SO MUCH EKIFKRKWLWKDKD i will be posting the special chapters starting tomorrow so yes !!! <3

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— also the place i used as reference, is cafe rivas in argentina <3

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