#not to mention the beauty of him simping for EACH and EVERY character in the show like??

[arcanefujoshi]

ok I might've become obsessed with Danny Motta what do you MEAN he's dumb and forgot Jinx has shimmer powers but on the same beat he points out that Warwick's frame rate is lower to show how little control he has over his instincts. who the fuck is this dude I need to study him under a microscope

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Plushies!

JJK Actor AU. Kinda headcannon to what their “out of character” persona would be like. Basically you have plushies of them and they have opinions about it.

Inspired by another fic, can’t remember the name and I scrolled for an HOUR for it. All the character had texts prompts in them.

Maybe spoiler???

Nanami Kento

Continuation of this post

- Between you simping so hard for his onscreen self and the plushies, he is so tierd.

- He’s been acting since his late teens but had one big breakout role. Since you two started dating you have made it a mission to collect any fan content that involves a role he is in.

- Even in the roles where he’s evil you have a mountain of merch!

- He loves that you are so supportive but the Nanami obsession is next level. He’d be more upset if it wasn’t just his face.

- He loves you so he puts up with the Nanami plushies.

Gojo Satoru

- Date an actor they say! It’ll be fine they said! Literally wtf.

- He’s a lot like his character in terms of playfulness. You have gone on record to say they are pretty 1:1 with each other.

- So naturally, when you bring home a Gojo plushie he is distraught.

“I can’t believe you would cheat on me!”

“IT’S A TOY!”

- He kicks Gojo off the bed all the time. Now Gojo Plushie sleeps on the living room couch.

- He still gets up every morning and complains that there’s another man in your apartment when he isn’t there (completely disregarding that you are at work half the time)

- He is secretly looking for artist to commission to make a matching plushie of you.

Geto Suguru

- He HATES it.

- Not just because it’s a plushie of Geto in his Kenjaku era but also because you got it from a con. It’s not licensed merchandise. Meaning stuff he would have gotten for basically free.

- In fact “Sugu-Mini” was just the beginning of a small empire of Suguru plushies you acquired over his duration on the show.

“Why are they all so fucking ugly? Why don’t you ever buy the cute ones?”

- Would rather die than admit that he’s jealous you hold one in you lap while working or lean on them when on the couch.

- Finally stops complaining when you move them to your home office and cuddle with him again.

Kamo Choso

- Sweet angle baby. He actually loves that you love plushies so when he got casted as Choso he would made it a mission to get you one of the first plushies they made.

- It makes you happy so he is ready to get you as many as you wants. He posts on insta a lot so when he mentions looking for more Choso plushies it practically goes viral.

- The next con he went two it took like three attendants to help him lug all the plushies he got. He later posted on insta that night a picture of his bed covered in Choso plushies.

- Eagle eyed fans noticed something though. The layout of the bedroom look eerily similar to another person who made a post about their brand new Choso plush. What are the odds?

- You both turn it into a game, posting photos with an increasing amount of Choso’s everytime.

- This actually starts a trend, #chosoplushietakeover. There’s not a single cast member or crew mate that doesn’t have a Choso plushie. It’s wild.

Ieiri Shoko

- She’s always been a natural beauty, so graceful and ethereal like. Playing someone collected and laid-back like Shoko was a welcomed surprise.

- Even though her role is smaller compared to everyone else, she loved it anyway. Any video from production has her somewhere in the background.

- As another devoted con-goer she also gets a bunch of plushies and brings them all to you. You two have at least 1 plushies in every room in your home. You both even carry a keychain version on your bags.

Iori Utahime

- like her character she has a deep seated hatred for Gojo’s actor but in more of a rivalry way. They are both child stars that got casted a lot together. For a short amount of time they were a ship.

- she originally posted a cute (cropped) picture of her plushie with you sitting off to the side.

- then Gojo did the same.

- So she posted another handmade plushie on her story.

- So did he.

- At this point she wanted him DEAD cause she knows how he feels about those plushies so he’s doing this just to piss her off. It would be that bad if he wasn’t actively bragging about ratioing her.

- Soon enough it becomes the battle of the plushies between these two. Factors are formed in the fandom. No mercy, all glory, blood for the blood god.

Ijichi Kiyotaka

- Doesn’t have any official plushies.

- it isn’t until you buy one online that he kinda cares.

- He treats that plushie like it’s your son. He has a pillow on the living room couch that is HIS pillow. No one can use it, not even guests.

Fushiguro Toji

- He hates it.

- He thinks they’re creepy. He’s never liked stuffed animals ever since he was a kid. None of your kids even have stuffed animals outside of like, 1 teddy bear each.

- Everytime you enter the room he is practicing wrestling moves on the poor thing with your son. You’re just happy you got a good quality one cause it had lasted through some rounds of combat.

Ryomen Sukuna

- I imagine him also being a child star but his career took off when him and his younger brother (Yuuji’s actor) starred in a drama together.

- They did not fight the twin allegations. Sukuna is older though by 5 years. As they’ve gotten older, they’ve gotten easier to differentiate.

- He straight up stole his brother’s Yuuji plush and drew Sukuna’s tattoos on it.

-Combined you two have five plushies:

A pillow one that he uses as a back rest. Two keychain versions. The drawn on Yuuji plush. And an ugly one that got messed up in manufacturing that is your personal favorite.

- He is essentially a plushie thief, if you lend it to him you will never see it again. He is currently has the second most Choso plushie count cause he keeps stealing others. Yours included!

[bitethedevil]

How do you think Raphael would react to the player? 👁️👁️

Like, you or I just randomly get “isekai'd” into the house of hope?? Bonus points if said player is a raphael simp & 100% had the "such a tease" mod by Nikjima

(AN: I did a little short writing exercise for this one. I haven't really done reader fics before so bear with me. I can also warmly recommend @tellmeallaboutit's fic "knock knock" if you haven't read it already. It’s the same vibe as what you are requesting and it's really great. Also, links to all the mods I mention in this fic: "Such a Tease - A Raphael Redressing Mod", The Devil Wears Nada (Raphael Undressing Mod), and Better Raphael Outfits. And finally: Thank you for the ask <3)

Visiting the Devil's Den (Raphael x Reader)

You were replaying that scene in The Devil’s Den for perhaps the sixth time. You were taking screenshots of your favorite devil and there was this specific moment where the lighting hit his cheek in a really pretty way. You had missed it each time because your eyes kept drifting down to Raphael’s chest after you had downloaded the “Such a Tease” mod.

Didn’t matter. You would just reload the save and try again. It’s not like you would ever get tired of looking at that beautiful smug face of his anyway. You tried actually focusing on his face this time. You were barely listening to what he was saying at this point. You almost knew the whole damn interaction word for word anyway.

Your eyes drifted to his chest again. You had never quite understood some men’s inability to keep eye-contact when a woman wore a shirt with a revealing neckline, but you were starting to get it. You’d sell your right arm to run your hand over that chest…or bury your face in it.

Your train of thought was interrupted when you noticed that he had stopped mid-dialogue and was now…quiet?

Your eyes flicked back up to his face and you jumped a bit. He was looking straight at you.

What a weird glitch. That had never happened before, and it was honestly a bit unnerving with the way that his eyes looked straight into yours through the screen. Your brow furrowed and you tried to move your cursor. It didn’t seem like the screen was frozen or anything.

That is when he tilted his head slightly and smiled at you. You felt the blood drain from your face before your brain started thinking rationally again. It was a glitch. An odd glitch, but nothing reloading the save couldn’t fix.

You pressed on the Escape-key like you had done so many times before, but before you could click on the save file you heard a sound.

*Snap*

You blinked and you were somewhere else.

There you suddenly were, in your unflattering home-clothes, looking like someone who had just been dropped on the moon, right in front of the Devil You Know. The Devil You Knew So Well that he had been your unhealthy obsession for months. The man you had read, and written, so much depraved fanfiction about.

He was right in front of you, looking at you. Saying that you looked like a deer in headlights would almost have been an understatement of the level of shock your face showed.

“A pleasure to finally meet you,” he said with a smile and a bow, before looking you up and down. “This is getting rather tiresome, my dear…”

You were still frozen. You looked around the room. Your Tav and her companions weren’t there. The Devil’s Den looked like it had always done, and you knew because you had searched through every corner of it to learn more about Raphael, as you had also done with the House of Hope.

Your eyes returned to him. It all seemed real, but it couldn’t be. You were going insane…or someone had sneaked into your house and spiked your evening tea with psychedelics or something…Yes that’s it, you must be hallucinating. This could not be real.

You looked him up and down. He looked so damn real. Not like a character from a game, but a real-life person. Though he couldn’t be…Your eyes stupidly drifted to his chest for a moment. There were those dark hairs that you had been staring at for way too long, but they looked real. As if you could reach out and actually feel them.

Raphael cleared his throat to pull your attention back to his face. He snapped his fingers, and he was back in his usual clothes. His doublet was now closed again.

“This latest one was certainly an improvement from when you made me naked, but I do personally prefer a modicum of modesty when dealing with clients. Makes it easier for them to listen, instead of letting their thoughts…wander elsewhere,” Raphael said with a smile, clearly enjoying the blush that was spreading across your face. “Although…I must admit that the black suit with the red sash was starting to grow on me.”

You were now fully blushing, unable to even look at him. This might be a figment of your sick imagination, or a really fucked up fever-dream, but it was excruciatingly embarrassing.

“So quiet,” Raphael purred and looked you up and down again. “Or perhaps, you have simply grown too accustomed to only be listening to me speak…again and again and again…Not that I so much mind repeating myself, but when it is for the hundredth time and you have yet to make your little minions hand me the crown, it does get rather old.”

Something snapped in your brain, and you started quietly giggling.

“This isn’t real,” you mumbled to yourself with an almost maniacal grin. “I’m going insane…”

“While that thought did strife me as the explanation for this strange compulsive behavior of yours, I can very much assure you that this is real,” Raphael said with a hint of impatience in his voice while he watched you pace around the room.

“No, it’s not,” you said with a laugh and pointed at him. “You are a character in a game, and I am a real-life person who has lost her marbles. I am hallucinating!”

You paced around the room for a couple more rounds with Raphael looking at you with a slightly tired expression. Then a thought hit you.

“I can prove it,” you suddenly said and stopped your pacing. “I can prove that this isn’t real.”

“Oh?” Raphael said with a raised brow, looking unimpressed. “Do enlighten me, dear.”

“You can’t touch hallucinations,” you said as if you had just made a scientific breakthrough.

You walked up to him and raised your hand to poke his shoulder, expecting your hand to go straight through him. When you did poke him, your finger was stopped by his shoulder. Your face fell. Raphael looked from where you poked him to your face with an amused smile.

The frown on your face deepened as you poked him again with the same result. You whined in despair at the thought that this might be real, and here you were in front of Raphael himself, who seemed to know a bit too much about your obsession with him, acting like a complete lunatic.

“But…” you whined and almost poked him again in disbelief before he caught your hand with his. He held it and gave it a small pat as he looked at you.

“Are we all caught up now?” he asked still holding your hand.

“But…but this is so embarrassing,” You whispered, mostly to yourself, almost on the verge of tears. “It can’t be real…you even know about the mods…how would you even know about the mods?”

“I’m afraid that I am not quite sure what that word means,” Raphael said. “But yes, this situation does indeed seem quite embarrassing for you.”

You were trying your hardest not to break down. You wanted to bury yourself in a deep, deep hole and never show your face again. You were staring at his hand holding yours, trying to take it all in. You felt the heat of his skin against yours. He had remarkably soft hands.

“The good thing is though, that no one has to know,” he said squeezing your hand gently. His tone was much softer now. “It can be our little secret. I must admit that I find your little infatuation quite flattering.”

You looked up at his face, but the intensity of his smoldering eyes was just too much. You knew enough about this man to know that he was absolutely manipulating the fuck out of you, and by the gods, was it working.

“I might even be inclined to let you further explore that cute little fascination of yours behind closed doors,” he said in a low voice and raised his hand to stroke your cheek gently, making you completely red in the face from blushing. “If, of course, you do something for me in return, my dear…”

“The Crown…” you mumbled.

“Clever, aren’t you?” he purred. “You get those adventurers to sign my contract and hand me the Crown of Karsus and I will indulge you in whatever your sinful little heart desires...”

He lifted your hand to his mouth and placed a kiss on it. You felt as if you might spontaneously combust on the spot at the gesture.

“Do we have a deal?” he asked with a smile on his face that was turning your brain into mush.

This was such a bad idea. You had seen clips from the ending where Raphael gets the Crown of Karsus. He literally threatens to conquer other realms, including your own. Now knowing that Raphael was real, then this could be a really, really, really terrible idea with enormous consequences. So, naturally, you looked up into those beautiful brown eyes of his and answered:

“Yes.”

His smile widened.

“Wonderful. I will look forward to our next meeting,” he said with look that was downright sinful. He brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear which made your legs wobble under you. “Ta-ta, for now.”

*Snap*

[manjiroscum]

PRIMROSES

Character/s: Pantalone

Warnings: f!reader, a bit of explicit sex, mature language, arranged marriage, hurt&comfort, light angst, fluff, modern au, this is a bit cheesy ngl, reader's father is a dick, pantalone has violet eyes, reader being anxious, pantalone is a banker, pantalone being a simp, mentions of unprotected sex, mention of the use of condoms, hints of pregnancy, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: been long since i wrote so i apologize if it isn't the best 🥹 this piece is dedicated to my lovely bby suki 💖

Synopsis: Your dearest husband got the scare of his life.

WC: 2.4k

Distance makes the heart grow fond but prolonged absence makes the heart forget.

The day Pantalone agreed to marry you despite it being an arranged endeavor was supposed to make a blushing bride feel over the moon. To recall that fateful meeting was akin to viewing a love story just about to unfold on a large screen, blissfully unaware of what was coming next no matter how obvious the foreshadowing is shown. All that occupied your mind that moment was the faint scent of primroses that wafted around the vicinity that was graced by his presence. The scent became stronger with each passing second, especially when you happened to flick off a piece of lint that dared to tarnish his impeccable suit. The mere act alone had Pantalone smiling down at you, causing your poor unsuspecting heart to do a flip.

“Thank you, my dear. I never saw that.”

He was cordial during the first meeting, smiling and casually complimenting you or nodding to your father’s flowery description of his beautiful daughter. The way his eyes followed your every move was enough to have you grow conscious of whatever you do but also made you aware of his interest in his soon-to-be wife. He was every man’s dream—rich, powerful, and unbothered by those who dared to challenge him. After all, who could compete with such a force that is Snezhnaya City’s most wealthy and influential banker? Mere humans can not compete with a demigod of the financial world, let alone those who wish to become like him when there is only one Pantalone in the whole universe who has beaten all odds thrown at him by life to reach the pedestal where he is now.

Nothing would make you happier than to have him fall head over heels for you just like you did with the way he carried himself during the entire evening.

“Is the caviar delicious?”

Pantalone’s lips curled up at your eager nod, unable to take his eyes off of you just like you couldn’t gaze away from the man. He was so patient in explaining things you would ask him, gentle in holding your hand to kiss it as a momentary goodbye. The promise of more encounters shone through his amethyst irises behind those glasses, capturing every fiber of your being to believe in him for he shall never disappoint.

“I hope to see you again, preferably sometime this week.”

A man such as he deserved nothing but the best of the best. To marry Pantalone would be second to reaching those pearly gates—everything to be handed to you on a gold platter and happiness will be served once one gold band is around your pretty ring finger. To be Pantalone’s wife… Such bliss indeed.

And yet, it was damn lonely. After all those months of preparations and making sure the wedding, including the wedding night, was perfect—Pantalone never had free time to spend with you again the second the honeymoon was all over. You have never foreseen the loneliness after all those insatiable fucking, overflowing words of endearment, and sipping champagne with him. Your friend was the occasional helper in the penthouse once the knots were tied. Missing Pantalone dearly wasn’t part of the agreement.

What happened to his vows in keeping you happy?

Your father was the first person you consulted with this sudden change in Pantalone’s demeanor. Yet, he hardly provided any advice or assistance or anything at all to explain the distance between you and your husband. For someone who arranged the marriage, you would’ve thought he’d lend you a hand and be sure the relationship wouldn’t go sour.

“Daughter, I think you shouldn’t be too… clingy, you know? Your husband needs some space from time to time. A man can’t run a business when his wife is hogging all of his time. Just don’t get all emotional. You tend to overreact…”

Frustrated, you slammed the door after walking out of your dad’s office. Hot angry tears threatened to drip down your warm cheeks at his statement. No wonder your mother left his sorry ass too soon.

You? Clingy? Overreacting?

Pantalone couldn’t even keep his hands off of you during the honeymoon period, even going far as to glare at the waiter who was making passes at you at that French restaurant. He tore the dress you wore that night with his bare hands while stamping hot kisses onto every skin his lips could touch. His fingers burying deep in your wet pussy he made possible so easily. The intoxicating smell of primrose and your shampoo mingled in your shared bedroom, with a mixture of sweat and fluids. His mouth claimed yours again and again just like his cock stretching your hole with each powerful thrust. Your husband burned through his stash of condoms meant for a month that night. You failed to recall how many times he came inside you, whispering his devotion directly into your ears while pounding you sore.

Pantalone valued your time like he valued his money. Those lips spoke of unattainable treasures he can buy, pledging he shall get them if you do ask. Yet, you never requested any material things. While you were grateful, it was his presence and his time you sought—far more valuable than any gold or jewel.

He found this far too amusing.

“Dearest, it somehow pains me that you don’t want this Birkin that will absolutely go well with that dress. Normally I would insist, but if you merely want to spend an evening alone with me, who am I to say no?”

It was his sturdy form keeping you from stumbling after too many drinks or the way he tucks back stray hairs from your face that made your soul fall harder. The quirk of his brow or the curve on his lips as he intently listens to you had your heart leaping in euphoria. This may have been an arranged marriage, however, it was better than you imagined. Pantalone may be the best husband there is…

A husband you rarely see anymore due to the drastic change in his behavior.

No matter how you tried to call him every day, you couldn’t help but hang on to his cryptic messages as responses or calls that last for a minute. The meals for two set on the table morphed slowly into one. His chair was often empty beside yours as you ate in silence. Traces of him being in the penthouse was rare, and even if he were to come home, only his warmth beside your side of the bed and the faint scent of primroses were all you could witness.

The ride down the elevator was uneventful as it can be. But your mind was racing faster than the cogs of the machine working to take you to the parking level. Pantalone consumed your thoughts even as you got into the Bentley Pantalone gifted you as a wedding gift. Sitting there and staring into space in the driver’s seat, you sighed.

Where did you go wrong?

You were quite sure everything was going so well between you two. Plus, you made sure not to do anything that will annoy him or anything. Pantalone was straightforward in telling you what ticked him off and what he found pleasant. He laid out his terms just as you did yours before you both agreed to marry one another.

So, what was keeping him so busy that he could barely see his wife, let alone be at home all the time?

Groaning, you leaned back against the seat and covered your face. You didn’t want to shed any tears, not in a parking lot where anyone can see. And frankly, you didn’t want to cry just because Pantalone hasn’t been paying you any attention. Oh god, perhaps you have gone too clingy. Too clingy that he has made his office his home and refuses to see you. For weeks, you have been sick with worry. Mornings, where you refuse to eat and even vomit the food you ate at dinner, were more frequent. To lose sleep over your husband’s absence was not the ideal way to go. But how can you lay in bed when Pantalone was out there doing god knows what?

No longer fighting back the tears, you nodded in defeat. Perhaps your father was right. Maybe you have gone too far as to cling to him in every moment you saw each other. Yeah, that’s probably why… You were quite sure of this, enough to go home and pack your things hastily into a suitcase. Hellbent on leaving him first before he can think of doing it. The rash decision fueled by your sorrows grew more rational with each minute that passed.

Because if he were seeing another woman, you were certain you would die on the spot—right there and then. You couldn’t bare to lose half of your soul when you just found it.

Pantalone, fortunately for him, came home to retrieve papers in his office just in time as you were about to wheel your suitcase out the front door. What appeared to be a normal day went crashing down instantly at the scene in front of the banker. A look of shock flashed in his features that you were sure you have never seen grace his face before. He was quick to compose himself, though, and approached you in confusion. You tried to hide your tear-streaked face, hoping the last image he will see of you is an epitome of immaculate and not someone about to get kicked out.

Yet, fate wouldn’t have it, eh?

“D-dearest, is there something wrong? Why have you packed your—what’s going on?” Despite the urgency and demand in his tone, Pantalone’s voice was shaky. Why on earth was his wife leaving him? Had he done anything wrong? Mind trying to come up with a memory or incident where he might’ve said something to offend you, Pantalone instantly shut the door and blocked it with his body when you moved past him. “Sweetheart, I won’t be able to understand or appease you if you wouldn’t tell me what’s bothering you.”

He watched as you swallowed, trying to avoid eye contact with him. Normally, this type of behavior would irritate him. But this was you. Pantalone would rather set his bank and possessions on fire than scare you away—the charming woman who genuinely enjoyed his company and listened to him rather than worm your way into his life for his money.

“I…I can’t do this anymore,” you responded with a hiccup from all the sobbing you did earlier. Pantalone’s mind haywire at your statement, unsure whether to hold you to keep you from running or to let you go. What could have possibly turned you this way? It wasn’t until your teary eyes met his that the realization of his constant absence sunk into him. “You’ve been… distant lately. I t-tired to reach out multiple times. I know you’re a busy man, but—” you cut yourself off to keep another sob from bubbling out.

Your trembling body was then encased by Pantalone’s, arms wrapping around you. The burst of his familiar scent of those damn flowers that always muddled your mind now cleared your thoughts. Instead of pushing him away, you found yourself crying in his arms, refusing to let go. Your husband sighed heavily, whispering his apologies and rubbing your back to soothe you.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I am… aware that I’ve been away. I know my lack of reaching out shouldn’t be excused, but do know that whatever you think I am doing is false.” Cupping your face, Pantalone leaned down to kiss your eyelids and tears. He continued to press kisses around your face until you quieted down, still holding onto him. He resumed his explanation with a small smile. “I shouldn’t have left you all alone, especially when the plans I’ve been busy with concern our house. Will you forgive your stupid husband for his mistake, mhm? Please stop crying, dearest. I can’t bare to see you this sad. I know I truly messed up this time… I am willing to make things right.”

Blinking twice, you registered the information regarding his lack of presence. While you were glad he admitted his mistake, this was a reminder that even such an accomplished man like Pantalone was still human at the end of the day. And a house? For the family that you two will soon have? He thought of this relationship far ahead...

Is this man's mission to make you fall even harder?

“You did. You fuckin’ made me worry so much.”

“Language, sweetheart. You know I only want to hear you say filthy words when you’re underneath me,” he joked that your eyes rolling. Pantalone then fished out a handkerchief from his suit pocket, handing it to you. “Now, dry those tears. I’ll take you to see the progress of the construction tomorrow. We’ll have lunch at that restaurant you have been wanting to go to. How does that sound?”

You grabbed the handkerchief he gave you and blew into the expensive material, giggling at the grimace that he tried to mask.

“Okay. But I’ll forgive you, stupid husband, if you promise not to do this again and communicate. And if you will promise to keep the rest of your days free for me. I miss my stupid husband so much that I’ve forgotten how he feels next to me.” You coupled your statement with a soft teasing smile. Pantalone exhaled in relief and then nodded without hesitation, not minding what you called him.

“Of course, dearest. Anything you want.”

Humming in delight, you hugged him again. Those three words you always say slipped past your lips, relief both in your hearts. Pantalone whispered those words back, squeezing you tighter. The crisis has been averted, but simply letting him get away with this is not happening. He knows this.

“And one more thing, can we eat at a different restaurant? I’ve been craving sushi since last night.”

“Craving sushi?” His brow raised at your request, pulling away to stare at you. “But I thought you couldn’t stand raw food right now? You said so last time. Isn’t that the reason why you wanted to eat Italian dishes?”

While it was endearing that Pantalone remembered that phone call back when he was missing in action, you went still at the memory. Sharing a look with him, perhaps there was something more than simply missing him that was causing your mood to switch faster than a broken light switch.

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[kitorin]

how they react when they catch you simping for a fictional character

pairings. shidou ryusei x gn!reader, itoshi rin x m!reader, mikage reo x gn!reader (separate)

contents. crack, smau, a sexual joke and a half (it's just ryusei being ryusei) shinonome akito slander (I'M SORRY I PROMISE I LOVE HIM BUT RIN DOESN'T), exposing my taste in men, written all in lowercase, spoilers for sounds of a summer event (project sekai)

a/n. i thought of this bc i questioned if i liked rin or akito more 😭, and sorry for rin's being so long since i had the most ideas for him :>. i also have no confidence with crack so please bear with me and it's my first smau

shidou ryusei - seong taehoon (how to fight / viral hit)

when he caught you gawking at the new viral hit chapter, taehoon specifically, he immediately joined you (as he should)

he straight up yelled "smash" at that one scene where taehoon's snacking and he's wearing a tight shirt so you can see all of his muscles

he begs you to re read the series with them, and now you two read each update every week together, fully engaged in the story and taehoon's abs

attempts to recreate all of taehoon's kicks (i headcanon that does taekwondo and has a black belt :>), proudly shows them off to you, with a huge grin on his face (please fawn over him too)

also extensively practices so he can show them off by incorporating them into soccer somehow (doesn't matter if it ain't practical he just wants to impress you), and if he ever has to use them on anyone making you uncomfortable

he probably has a folder in his gallery dedicated to every panel he loves (which is basically all) and recreates his absolute favs (with you as his photographer)

makes a lot of jokes about being in love with taehoon (so do you), but he'd stop them if they made you uncomfortable, and reassures you that a drawing can't compare to how sweet, amazing and perfect you are

honorable mentions to baek seongjun being his second favourite

wants you to do taekwondo as well cause now he has a thing for it after discovering taehoon

"i swear to god men who do taekwondo and can actually fight are so hot,"

"isn't that you?"

"... you don't agree with me...?"

"no you have a brilliant point"

itoshi rin - shinonome akito (project sekai)

during the sounds of a summer festival event you spent so much time glued to your phone, full combo-ing literally every hard, expert, and master song you possibly could, leveling up all character ranks, sacrifice countless of hours of sleep (if it's for akito it's very much worth it), and even contemplate spending money

you even tweeted about how badly you need him

rin notices the bags under your eyes, and the lack of sleep you had been getting, he's worried and when he asks you you're too focused on the event story to even register what he says, as you're on the brink of sobbing at young akito and ena

he observes as well, and immediately is jealous of how much of your attention this fictional character was receiving from you

as you're about to spend another few hours grinding, he stops you

"dumbass you need to sleep, and give your eyes a break"

"no i don't, i need summer festival akito,"

"who and what?"

soon you're rambling on how much akito's backstory and struggles already hurt, and how wholesome yet painful the event story was, with akito quitting soccer and ena encouraging him to give music a try, and it only nurtures rin's envy

"you're going to cry for a ginger guy who quit soccer and started his ambition because of his older sister? how lukewarm,"

"yes i am?? and he looked cute as a child and now he's a pretty boy with the best vocals. their event cards are beautiful too i need them. didn't you start soccer because of sae anyways?"

"tch"

"rin... are you jealous?"

"... no, i just don't get what you see in this idiot. i never quit soccer when it got hard and i know how to persevere, i don't give up, i don't experience despair when someone's better than me-"

"so you're jealous,"

"no"

"rin you always have and always will be my number 1. akito can't do anything you've done for me, and can't even compare to how pretty you are,"

"damn right,"

despite being salty, he still installs the game to read the stories, out of pure curiosity and wants to understand what kind of stuff you like

he ends up adoring ena and akito's relationship (the supportive part only ofc), as well as tsukasa and saki's (and secretly wishes sae was as affectionate as shizuku since she reminds him of sae in the past)

you do not shut up when you seem him struggle with hitorinbo envy on master

"I THOUGHT YOU SAID AKITO WAS LUKEWARM,"

"he is, i was just curious why you liked the stories so much,"

"YOU SPENT EVERY FREE CRYSTAL ON THE FIND A WAY OUT EVENT AND NOW GRINDING FOR MORE,"

"... i want his boyfriend"

"YOU READ THE MAIN STORY TOO ?! and you don't need touya you have me"

"THAT'S HOW I FELT ABOUT AKITO,"

"YOU FEEL INFERIOR TO A LUKEWARM GINGER?"

mikage reo - kang tae moo (business proposal)

he heard you squealing at a scene of tae moo getting flustered after sunghoon suggested his feelings for hari

he thought that you were having a heart attack and thought something was wrong

reo doesn't even need the show's context to be invested immediately, as he joins you and watches with great interest

after seeing you simp over tae moo, in secret, he binge watches the rest of the series in attempt to mimic any romantic scenes

full on posts the "do you know what my credit card and my love for y/n have in common? they simply have no limit" on his not very private twitter account, and it leaves you flustered by all the comments saying how lucky you are and their jealousy

deletes any comment revealing the source of that line (silently apologises to the writer(s) and credits ahn hyo seop for its brilliant execution)

little does he know nagi made a tweet exposing him

also recreates other cute scenes from the show, and starts looking for more kdramas to watch and recreate (still gets fully absorbed in the plot and dialogue)

innocently smiles when you realize he's just a kang tae moo copycat

"i didn't copy him i'm the inspiration behind him, rich, smart, pretty and utter perfection,"

"i can't deny the second part... i can't believe nagi's seen business proposal,"

"wait what?"

©kouyun : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

[blackcherryvelvet0909]

Different Kind of Beautiful (Deuce x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Mentions of alcohol

Note: This story takes place six or seven years after the events of Twisted Wonderland. The characters depicted here are all adults.

Happy (belated) Birthday, Deuce! Let me know if y'all want a part two!

“It’s been so long! It’s nice to see you again!” 

No, no that didn’t sound right. Too eager? Maybe… Deuce tried again. “Hey, long time, no see! How’ve you been?” 

That sounded good - was it too casual? I mean, yeah, they were still friends, at least he hoped, but should he be a bit more cordial? Deuce let out an exasperated sigh as he leaned his elbows on the sink, closed his eyes and hung his head low. This meetup was turning out to be more stressful than it ought to be. Just a little get-together before classes resumed in the fall. For someone about to enroll at one of the best police academies in Twisted Wonderland, Deuce couldn’t seem to keep a clear head about this. And it was all due to one person: [Name]. 

[Full Name]: Deuce’s crush since his first year at Night Raven College. It was more than a crush now, honestly, had been for a long time. He was full on in love with them. Even after a couple years apart, each to pursue their own dreams, the man’s love never faded. He was one hundred percent guilty of stalking their social media, liking every single one of their posts, no matter the content. Was that too much? Possibly, but he couldn’t help himself. 

He and [Name] were still part of the ye olde group chat they started up at the college. The members included himself, [Name], Ace, Epel, Jack, Ortho, and - though it took a while to convince him - Sebek. While it was good to still be connected to his college friends, there was only one person who he had notifications deemed for; you can guess who that is. Again, sad, probably, but Deuce just couldn’t be normal about them. Each year that passed only made that connection, that attraction, grow evermore powerful. As far as Deuce knew, only Jack and Epel were privy to it - he would never hear the end of it if Ace were to discover Deuce’s well kept secret. Trey and Cater knew, too, and Deuce could only pray they kept their word and kept the knowledge to themselves. 

They would all be there today. Riddle would be, too, as Trey actually convinced him to take the summer off. Deuce thought he’d be picking Riddle up from his townhouse, but Trey opted to go instead. They were all in close proximity to each other, and Trey didn’t think Riddle would be fond of the idea of riding with Deuce on his blastcycle. Deuce didn’t think so, either. Some thought it was strange Riddle had yet to earn his driver’s license, but being an honor student at the most prestigious law school in the Queendom of Roses, Twisted Wonderland as a whole, took up much of your time. Good for him - Deuce felt Riddle would make a better lawyer than he would a doctor, as Mrs. Rosehearts had attended. Rude to say, but fuck her honestly. 

As for everyone else’s lives, Trey was in his final year of culinary school; Epel was working as a mechanic in a city in the Shaftlands; Jack was currently working towards his doctorate in physical therapy, while also participating in sport; Sebek had just graduated from Briar Valley’s military alongside Silver; Ace, like Deuce, had graduated college, but with a degree in interdisciplinary studies instead of criminal justice. You, of course, were also pursuing your own goals, and Deuce was your most loyal supporter. Your ‘simp’, as Cater had teased Deuce for many times in the past. At least it was meant affectionately, unlike if it came from Ace. He was one of Deuce’s best friends, but he could be a total ass at times. Everyone in their group was having their turn in trying to wrangle him into shape, with varying success. You were currently in the lead. 

Deuce turned on the sink and splashed some cold water on his face. A couple more splashes and then he grabbed the hand towel hanging beside the bathroom mirror and gently rubbed the water droplets away. His eyes met his reflection, staring back at himself as though expecting his mirrored self to come up with some foolproof plan to finally win you over. Like the past several times Deuce, there was no such revelation. Deuce hung the hand towel back on its little rack before exiting the bathroom and returning to his room. The doors of his closet hung wide open, just as he’d left them. On the inside of the closet were various shirts and jackets he could wear to the meetup - if only he could choose one. 

Deuce knew he shouldn’t dress formally; the restaurant’s dress code was dressy casual at most, and Riddle would certainly be the only one following that ‘dressy’ part. Everyone else would be wearing a T-shirt and jeans, dark pants and a simple button up, jackets or no jackets - outfits like that. All of these clothing items Deuce possessed, and yet he just couldn’t find the right one. Earlier, he even thought about going out and finding something new to wear, but decided against it. Deuce wasn’t strapped for cash or anything, but going out and spending money on clothes he might wear one time wasn’t very smart, let alone necessary. Perhaps he should peek into the group chat and see if any of his friends had posted pictures of their outfits. 

They had not, but Deuce was greeted by one direct message from one friend: Cater. “Don’t wrry so much about tonight, k?” read the text. “Just be yourself, dress how you usually do. Youll be fine!” 

Of course, Deuce wasn’t just referring to the young man’s choice of dress for the night. He was most definitely referring to you and how Deuce sometimes - okay, always fretted over you and how you might perceive him. A little smile tugged at Deuce’s lips as he read the text over once, twice, then proceeded to text back a short reply. “Thanks, Cater. I’ll try not to be nervous, lol.” Deuce didn’t wait for a reply, pressing the power button on the side of his phone and turning off the screen before tossing the device on the bed. He let out a soft groan as he placed his hands over his face, dragging them down until his fingertips reached his chin before letting them fall back to his sides. 

The blue haired twenty-three year old glanced back at his closet. He eyed the old varsity jacket hanging inside, in the middle of the rack of clothes. It was pretty old, but Deuce had managed to keep it in good, almost perfect condition. He stepped forward a few paces and took it off its hanger. He’d made his decision. 

***

Deuce entered through the front door of the restaurant: a local hole-in-the-wall that once was once an old pub. His combat boots thumped against the two-century-old wood as he walked towards the bar. He parked himself on the left side, though didn’t take a seat at one of the stools. Instead, while ignoring a couple flirtatious gazes shot his way (he didn’t notice to begin with), Deuce scanned the eatery for his friends. It didn’t take long to spot the group. They were gathered around a large booth situated in the right back corner of the restaurant, chatting away about something Deuce couldn’t discern. 

From left to right was Jack, who sipped on a - likely non-alcoholic - margarita; Epel, who just finished chugging the last of a beer; Cater, who, after his few years of self-discovery, didn’t have a phone in sight; Riddle, sandwiched between Cater and Trey, seeming a little out of place in such a lively establishment, but no less appearing to have a good time; Trey, who was smiling and nodding away with the conversation, munching away on some fries; Ace, who wore his favorite asymmetrical checkered loose button-up, seemingly joking around with Epel about something; and Sebek, who was not belting out every single word he spoke (he’d learned to calm his volume over the years). You, on the other hand, were nowhere to be found. Maybe you hadn’t arrived yet, perhaps in the bathroom? Deuce felt a tad guilty for feeling disappointed at your absence. It wasn’t like he wasn’t excited to see his other friends, just… Before he could wonder anymore where you were, you appeared from a hallway on the other side of the room. 

You were gorgeous. No different from usual, but the outfit you wore made you look absolutely stunning. Deuce had to bite his bottom lip to prevent his jaw from hitting the bar. He needed to get it together! Deuce couldn’t repeat the mistake he made in your third year at NRC, when, without a thought, Deuce sighed out how handsome you looked. Great Seven he’d been so embarrassed! At least you were flattered by the compliment and awarded him with an equally show-stopping smile. 

Grim was likely back at the hotel, where you both were bunked for the duration of your stay in the Queendom of Roses. It’d been the same arrangement when you’d all got together for a week in the Shaftlands, and before that a long weekend in Briar Valley. Did you still talk to Malleus? Of course you did, that was a silly question. Despite the prince’s courtly duties, the two of you still made time for each other. If it were not for time constraints on the fae’s part, he might have even joined you all at the restaurant. Deuce felt that guilt re-enter his heart as it mixed with the jealousy of how effortless your relationship seemed with the high prince, future king of Briar Valley. 

Deuce could never measure up to that. 

His hand gripped the wood of the bar as you glanced around the restaurant; his nails dug into the firm material when you briefly caught his eye. You smiled and waved at him, but before you could even finish the gesture Deuce had turned his head in the other direction. He hoped it looked effortless, like he simply didn’t see you. Anxiety pumped through his veins and muddled his brain, making him think of all the possible things that could go wrong, all the words he could say to screw everything up. If only he could be as articulate as Riddle; as suave and charming as Cater; as laid back and perceptive as Trey. If only he could be like Malleus and already have your heart right in his hands. 

“Twisted Wonderland to Loosey Deucey!” came a voice from beside him. It was paired with a small shake to his arm, which made Deuce flinch. Thankfully he recognized the voice enough to not let instinct take over and square up immediately. He turned his head to give Ace his full attention. 

“H-Hey, Ace,” Deuce greeted, stuttering for a second as he tried to shove all his previous thoughts to the back of his mind, where they belonged. “How’ve you been?” 

“Alright,” Ace replied. “Glad college will no longer be a pain in my ass.” The man grinned as he nudged Deuce with his elbow. “Congrats again for getting accepted into the police academy, Officer Spade.” 

“I’m not an officer yet,” Deuce chuckled. “You can’t call me that till I’ve graduated.” 

“Yeah yeah, I know, Mr. Play-by-the-rules. There! That’ll be your new title till then.” Deuce rolled his eyes, but a grin remained plastered on his face. That was until Ace changed the subject and asked, perhaps rhetorically, “Are you gonna come to the table, or are you just going to sit here and sulk?” 

“Oh, yeah, I am!” Deuce assured. “I was just about to walk over.” 

“Did you order something?” 

“No, I haven’t even seen the menu yet.” 

Ace pointed up at the chalkboard that lined the back of the bar. “It’s literally right there, dude.” 

So it was. “I actually didn’t notice,” Deuce laughed. “Really do need to start paying attention to the little things, huh?”

“Yeah,” Ace concurred, then leaned his elbow on the counter. “Like how you can’t just avoid [Name] when they look at you cause you’ve got goo-goo eyes for them.” 

Deuce looked quite the fool as he stood there, almost bug-eyed as he registered Ace’s words. “Hu-what?!” 

“C’mon man, don’t play dumb.” Ace smirked. “You make it so obvious.”

“I-” Deuce scrambled to find the right words. “How long have you known?” 

“Since our freshman year back at Night Raven.” Now, Deuce’s mouth was hanging open. Ace’s expression seemed to grow more amused as Deuce’s became more flabbergasted. “What? You thought I didn’t know?” 

“I never told you!” Deuce noticed how loud he was becoming and quickly toned his voice down. 

“You never had to. I see the way you look at them. You’re a nice guy, yeah, sickeningly so, but I’ve only seen you fumble over one person.” 

“I don’t fumble!” 

“Oh yes you do!” Ace teased. “I’ve never seen a guy trip over himself so much. You get tongue tied whenever they’re around; you’re [Name]’s own personal pack mule and guard dog; and you remember almost every single thing about them! I didn’t even know that they [secret quirk about you] - Malleus doesn’t either!” 

How surprised could one man get in one day? “He doesn’t?” Deuce balked. 

“Nope! Well, not till I asked him, at least. He at least didn’t know till I mentioned it.” Ace waved his hand, dismissing the memory. “Anyway, unless you’re Sebek and Riddle, everyone in the group knows, man.” 

Deuce’s heart dropped to his boots. “Even [Name]?”

“No, at least I don’t think so.” Ace poked Deuce’s wrist, which peeked out of his jacket cuff. “But if they do, they’re likely waiting on you to make the first move.”

Deuce wanted to sink into the ground and join the soil beneath. He frowned and stared down at his hand, studying the calluses on his fingers. “Or they don’t like me that way and just don’t want to hurt my feelings.” 

“Hey! No! None of that!” Ace grabbed Deuce by his bottom jaw and turned his head back up to look at him. It hurt a little, but Deuce kept his mouth shut. “Listen, man, I can’t speak for them, but I can tell that [Name] cares about you a lot - and I mean a lot. They talk about you even outside the group chat.” Deuce’s eyebrows raised in surprise. They really did? 

“Yeah,” Ace affirmed, “so much so it’s a common joke amongst us. Well, except for you, I guess. Anyway, if they really didn’t like you like that, they would tell you to your face. But I highly doubt that they’d reject you, Deuce. [Name] likes you!” Ace released Deuce’s face, but not before he gave his cheek a light, yet firm slap. 

“Now, come with me so you can go over there and talk to them and have a good time with the rest of us. Hell, flirt with them a lil bit while you’re at it! Before we leave for the night, ask them out! Before someone else does!” Deuce’s heart dropped at the very idea. No…no, he couldn’t let that happen! Ace was right -  he needed to make the first move! 

“Yeah, I will.” Deuce smiled and reached out to Ace, giving his arm a firm squeeze. “Thanks, man.” 

“No problem.” Ace gave a playful smile as he feigned a punch to Deuce’s chin. “Somebody had to give you the right nudge. I even thought about flirting with [Name] myself, just so you’d get scared and finally jump the line.” Deuce shot Ace a small glare, one the man knew all too well. Ace held up his hands in a mock defense. 

“Hey, hey, Cater talked me out of it! Epel threatened to beat my ass, too.” 

Deuce was silent for a few seconds, then let out a small laugh. “Nah, I wouldn’t have let him.” Deuce straightened his posture and placed his hands on his hips. “If he wouldn’t let up, I’d have to arrest him.” 

“Oh, thank you so much, mister officer, sir!” Ace mockingly praised in a tiny sing-song voice. “I feel so safe with you around!” 

With smiles on both their faces, Ace and Deuce made their way over to the booth, where their friends were waiting. Deuce greeted each of them, with either a handshake, a pat on the shoulder, or a quick side hug. That was, until he got to you. You were seated beside Sebek, right at the edge of the curved booth seats. Like always, Deuce’s smile grew soft, and his gaze became fond and loving, the moment he set his sights on you. “Hey, [Name],” he said, almost breathed, in greeting. 

“Hey,” you said in response. You rose from your seat and reached out your arms to pull him into an embrace. As he always did, Deuce returned it wholeheartedly. You stood like that for a long moment, probably longer than one should have, before separating. Even then, Deuce kept a gentle hand on your arm, which trailed down to your hand. His knuckles brushed yours, making direct eye contact with you as he added, “I’m happy to see you again.” 

To Deuce’s surprise, relief, and triumph, you blushed. Your smile - he could have died happy right then and there. “Me too,” you giggled, clearly a little bashful. 

Many of your friends exchanged knowing looks between them. The redhead and the crocodile fae, as usual, were oblivious - for now.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Kissing Sirius Black Would Include:

Title: Kissing Sirius Black Would Include:

Sirius Black X GN Reader

Additional Characters: N/A

Requested by: @idontreallycare-iloveharrypotter

WC: 600

Warnings: Kissing mentioned, death mentioned very briefly, just overall super fluff, and Sirius is def a simp too

Sirius would never hesitate to kiss you, nor would he ever want to stop kissing you once he started

There was no way he could resist you, you were just so beautiful. Your skin glowed in the moonlight and your eyes sparkled like stars. The way they crinkled with the slightest smile and the way they twinkled when you laughed at a joke of his

You were just so amazing, it had taken all of his willpower to not kiss you already

You were perfect in every single way, he thought to himself as he gazed upon your sleeping face. He brushed a stray strand from your cheek with the back of his hand before placing his lips ever so lightly on yours

His kiss is gentle and slow, but that only made it better, made it more intense

It didn’t feel like a kiss at all but rather an embrace, the two of you pressed against each other; you moved one of your hands up his chest to tangle into his hair, pulling him closer 

His hair is soft under your fingertips and the feeling of your fingertips on his scalp sends shivers down his spine, his heart beating out of control

His lips are so soft and so warm 

Your kiss makes him dizzy with desire, he can feel his blood racing through his veins and his pulse hammering hard and fast beneath his skin

Sirius takes his time, savoring every second of this tender moment with you

It was as if nothing else existed outside of this moment; no war nor death, no danger or pain

He loves every part of you, there is no point in worrying about what might happen in the future because right now... All he could think about was you and your soft lips on his; how you tasted like chocolate and peppermint candy

How you felt against him and how you smelled like fresh flowers and home; how you held him tight and how you whispered reassurances and promises into his ear

It felt like forever before he finally pulled away, leaving both of you breathless and flushed

Every kiss was perfect, each kiss made you fall deeper and deeper in love with him and you both couldn’t be happier

Your kisses leave him in a daze, and your voice is sweet and soothing as you whisper ‘I love you’ over and over again until it feels like nothing else matters

And Sirius doesn’t let anything or anyone get in his way, not even Death; you were his and his alone

You were his everything and he wouldn’t give you up

You loved kissing Sirius, each and every time it felt like the greatest thing ever. You wanted nothing more than to keep doing it forever and you could tell that Sirius felt the same way too

Whenever the two of you kissed, it felt like something special, something magical; something that brought warmth and happiness to both of you

Sometimes it was like Sirius couldn't get enough of you, and that was true 99.99% of the time, but he kissed you at any chance he got

You're making food, and boom, Sirius kisses you

You're sleeping on the couch after a long day, and boom, Sirius kissed your forehead

You are trying to get chores down, and boom, Sirius has lifted you up in his arms and given you a flurry of kisses

You don't know how many times you've been kissed by Sirius, but you had to guess that it was in the thousands

[azaliyas]

Hello! I saw that you were accepting requests hehe I would like a kaveh and fem reader please. Probably loosely based on Taylor Swift's All of the Girls You Loved Before, it gave me Kaveh feels while driving. ughhh he's not even released yet and I'm already a simp

summary : loving kaveh was a challenge to both your heart and your patience. seeing how he would always look at other women the way you wanted him to look at you, the one who ever truly loved him in both good and bad.

word count : [ to be added later ]

genre : heavy angst, hurt to comfort.

cw / tw : fem!reader, mentions of fighting and drinking, heartbreaks, miscommunication, yelling, suggestive in some points.

characters : kaveh.

note : first of all anon, thank you for the request! second i will be honest on this, i don't know if i have actually "loosely" based this on taylor's song, i just followed the flow based on what the song had me feeling and imagining, but nonetheless i do hope it will be of your liking and same for all the other readers! <3 enjoy!

for the city folks, you and kaveh were the two halves of the same apple, complimenting each other in such a perfect way it was something more unique than rare. you two were always together since childhood, your parents' friendship the base for your own.

of course, growing up you two drifted apart for a while, finding new friends and interests, but in the end you two found each other again and, from that, you two never got separated ever again.

you and kaveh got reunited during your first year at the akademiya, both students under the kshahrewar darshan, he specialising in architecture and you in technology.

you couldn't help but notice how much kaveh had changed during your years apart — he was no longer the scrawny and shy kid you once knew, but a confident and handsome man of incredible talent and intelligence, all qualities that earned him the title "the light of kshahrewar". and the women's gaze as well.

at first you didn't mind that, kaveh was just a friend and you had no right to interfere in his private business... then why was there an ache in your heart every time another student would approach him, flirting her way into his persona (and his bedroom)? your hands would clench in tight fists, your nails digging in your palms, the pain doing nothing in grounding you back down from your thoughts. your lips would tighten in a thin line, and a frown would always be present on your face.

yet kaveh never noticed any of this, but how could he? his beautiful red eyes were always on someone else, never on you. and even if they were, you saw nothing in them but the affection you would feel for a friend — because you were that to him, just a friend. a dear one, yes, but still a friend.

it pained you so much, your heart shattering in smaller and smaller pieces whenever he would bring a new girl at home, forced to watch them being all cute and sweet made you sick to your stomach. but having to hear it was much worse, listening to how it wasn't your name kaveh was calling while experiencing the bliss of an intercourse, the satisfaction of finishing and laying in your partner's gentle embrace to spend the rest of the night sleeping in an air of passion and love you two had made.

your pillow was soaked every night from all the tears you cried for a man you knew was never gonna be yours.

——————————————————————

despite the heartache it gave you, you kept living with kaveh even after graduation. it was the only way you could see his face outside of your working hours, since your best friend would spend his free time either drinking and playing cards with his buddies or with a girl who wouldn't have lasted more than a few weeks or months.

the only times you and kaveh were together were after his break ups, him crying on your shoulder and swearing he would never get into a relationship again only to be at it again after a couple of weeks at best.

you two were both masochist and yet neither of you were able to let go of such painful addiction. even when they brought you two to your knees, cursing celestia and the archons, crying your hearts out, begging for the pain to stop. it was too much but, somehow, never enough at the same time.

and so again there you were, crying all of your tears sitting in the living room at night, only the street lights of sumeru city briefly illuminating the room. once again, you were crying because of kaveh, because of that selfish idiot with no clue of your feelings for him. only a few hours earlier he was the one crying, blabbering about his last break up, going on and on about how his heart had been shattered once again.

hilarious, wasn't it? his heart was shattered, but yours was nothing but dust. did he know that? no, not at all, because all it took to him to never ask you such question were your words "i am not interested in love, at the moment". that was it, an awful lie you told both to him and yourself, and there he was, satisfied with it. a true idiot, really.

dry tears were staining your flushed cheeks, snot filling your nose despite all the times you blew it, making it hard to breathe without hiccuping. bitten and dry lips trembling, they tasted of salt. eyes puffy and swollen, yet still producing fresh, salty tears, rubbing on your internal wounds.

you were sitting on the cold floor, surrounded by used tissues and some bottles you emptied with a friend earlier. luckily, they went away before you started crying — you didn't want to talk about your disastrous love life at all.

your head was hurting, and feeling your heartbeat so clear in it didn't help at all. your crying was only worsening it, but how could you stop? you kept thinking about kaveh and your unrequited love for him, and so you kept crying.

lost in thoughts of self pity, you didn't hear the keys turning in the lock of your front door, nor the stuttering steps of a certain blond-haired architect coming to a halt once he saw you on the floor. kaveh put away his keys and dragged his feet to your crouched form, an effort that was taking a lot to him because of all the alcohol in his system. archons, why did his friends never stop him?

«why are you crying?»

the sound of his voice had you jump on the spot, away from him of a few inches. he frowned as you looked up, your eyes wide in bewilderment when you saw him, inches away from you, kneeling in front of your broken figure.

«no- n-nothing.» you managed to stutter, turning away from him.

«i may be tipsy-» he was interrupted by a hiccup. «but i'm no idiot. tell- tell me what- what happened.» his stuttering wasn't enough to stop him from talking.

other tears fell down from your tired eyes, the sweetness of his concern feeling like a knife going through your heart multiple times. his soft hands cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears only for them to keep streaming down. you were silent now, and so was he.

after what felt like an eternity you took kaveh's wrists in your hands and pushed them away. your heart was too weak to keep bearing this act. the more you were going to indulge in this false hope the more it was going to hurt you, again. you gave up a long time ago, it was pointless — a bit ridiculous, considering you were living with the very cause of your heartache.

kaveh felt a bunch of emotions he didn't know how to explain: offense, because you refused his touch; disappointment, because he felt offended; sad, because you wouldn't let him touch you. you were always so happy whenever he would cuddle you, making him tease you about being his personal teddy bear.

«y/n-» he called you while you stood up, leaving him alone on the floor.

«i'm tired, i wanna sleep.» you whispered, your voice hoarse from all the crying.

before you could even take a step in direction of your bedroom, despite the alcohol in his system, kaveh rushed on his feet and took you by the wrist, stopping you. he forced you to turn around, and once again the prettiest face of sumeru was in front of you, molded in a frown.

«y/n, please, talk to me.» he begged, eyes wide and turned down. your lips trembled, forcing you to drop your head to hide other tears from him. archons, how many did you still have left?

your lack of response had kaveh grab your chin and force your head up. his heart sank deep in his stomach when noticing the newly formed tears clinging to your lashes.

«who?» his tone dropped to a low and deep growl oozing with anger. kaveh had known you enough to know when it was either a someone or a something upsetting you — how funny, because this time around it was him reducing you to such a state.

that simple word was enough to spark a flame in your chest. you didn't know why, but that question had pushed down buttons you didn't even know you had. you trapped your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to stop the curses you wanted to throw at kaveh. you grabbed his wrists in a tight grip that surprised him, taking over his anger.

your eyes full of frustration, tiredness and disappointment were what had the blond surprised the most. you had never looked at him that way and it stung his heart in a way he had never experienced — not from you at least.

«you kaveh, you. it was you.» you snarled in his direction, your inhibition brakes being thrown out of the window. and before he could say something, kaveh was feeling all your pent-up frustration and anger on him. «it's because of you that i'm crying my eyes out, you're the reason why i suffer every single night while you enjoy girls that don't give a single fucking care about you, girls that break your heart over and over again like you break mine. and like the idiot i am i still pick up your pieces and put them together only for you to let it get broken by someone else, my heart long forgotten because i'm too busy taking care of what others are incapable to keep intact. you're the reason why i'm like this, kaveh, you damned bastard.»

saying kaveh was shocked would have been an euphemism. his ears were ringing as he was registering your words, tears once again streaming down your cheeks after your speech. your hands fell from his, instead clenching around the hem of your shirt to keep them busy and not hit him. maybe he deserved it but hell his face was just too pretty.

kaveh gulped down the knot forming in his throat, but no words came out. what could he say to comfort you? he was the reason of your pain, could he also be the one of your solace? he wondered as his arms wrapped around your trembling figure, keeping you close to his steady frame. the alcohol in him wasn't enough to keep him drunk in such situation.

your punches lightly hit him on the chest, too tired and weak to make him feel actual pain, but the one in his heart was strong enough to tear him to pieces.

«why?» he whispered. «why did you choose to love me?»

«you don't choose, idiot, your heart does.» your reply.

«you're too good for me y/n. too good, too smart, too everything for me to be selfish and have you for myself only.»

«bullshit. that's all bullshit.» every hiccup of yours was a knife sinking in his heart.

«it's not.» kaveh pulled his arms away only to cup your face in his hands again. «you said it yourself: you're always picking up my heart pieces to put them together, only for me to render your work useless because i give to the ones who can't keep it intact. and yours? i never took care of yours.» he brushed away your tears. «you're too good for me, y/n. you're always here for me, and all i do is hurt you. how can i offend you more by depriving you of someone who would be really worthy of you?»

archons, you wished you could have the strength to punch him in the face in that moment.

«but- i do want to be selfish.» you stopped in your track at his words. «because in the end you're the only one that had always stayed even if you're the one who has the most reasons to leave me and never come back.» his fingertips brushed away a wild strand of your hair from your face. «you're the one who loves me the most, cares for me the most, is just the most to me in and for everything.»

one of his arms was back around your figure, wrapping your waist to keep you close, even if you had no intention of going away despite having all the reasons to. kaveh was many things, almost all of them forming oxymorons about his persona: a genius and a fool, gentle and mean, kind and cruel, strong and weak, emotional and cold. but something kaveh had always been, all the time, was being aware in the matters of the heart.

kaveh knew you cared for him, even if he didn't know to what extention. he knew you had always went out of your way for him, but he didn't know the uncomfortable feelings that brought to you. he knew you were an angel in disguise, the savior the archons had sent to him to keep him in check and not lose himself in his own antics and what not. he knew you were too good, too perfect for him, and that was why he didn't want to touch you. such a perfect being like you deserved perfection, something he couldn't give you, because he was imperfect, flawed. he was a mortal. he was a humble, foolish man, and you were a loving, everlasting blessing born in celestia.

how could he dare to have you for himself only? but as every other man in the world, kaveh was also selfish.

«it hurts, kaveh.» your hoarse voice managed to say.

«i know.» his tone was soft, gentle, like the warm breeze of late spring afternoons.

«it will take time.»

«i know this too.»

«it might not work.»

«i will still try my best.»

your foreheads were touching, eyes losing in each other. bodies entangled in a hug, hearts beating together. you stood in the darkness of your living room, barely breathing, searching for something in the other's eyes.

«kaveh.» you called.

«y/n.» he answered.

——————————————————————

the sun was starting to rise up in the sky, painting it in light shades of orange and red. birds were happily chirping outside, signaling the start of a new morning in sumeru city, where however was still too early for the usual hustle and bustle to begin.

your head was resting on kaveh's arm, the other wrapped around your bare waist, your finger drawing nonsensical shapes on his naked chest. his chin was resting on your head, fingertips brushing against your soft cheek. you planted a kiss at the height of his heart and he kissed the crown of your head.

his fingers moved to play with your hair and you nuzzled your face in his chest. his body was warm but sticky with sweat, a result of your passionate night — one of the many you shared after you two helped each other recover, that faithful night of seven years ago the catalyst of your relationship.

«what are you thinking of?» kaveh gently held your chin in his hand, having you raise your head so he could look into your eyes. they were so pretty, like the rest of you. how lucky he was, to have you as his lover.

«us. our relationship.» you stated and he nodded, knowing what you meant with just three words.

it was a topic you had discussed a lot over the years even before you two officially became a couple. it was a necessary step to fully trust each other and be sure you could be safe in each other's arms. in the end it was a very long process, but totally worth it. healed and at peace, you two could now enjoy all the good things of being loved by someone who really cared.

«i love you, y/n.»

«i love you, kaveh.»

a promise and a declaration you two sealed with a kiss, bathing in the sunlight and the warmth of your bedroom.

© azaliyas 2023 do not copy repost translate or feed to ai

[operationbeifong]

Hey there, Beifong family enthusiast!

Who's your favorite Beifong? And who do you ship them with?

First of all, I already love you to the 'yue' and back for this ♡ Ty, I'm virtually holding your hand rn!

"Who's your favorite Beifong?" Now that.. requires a huge @$$ long answer, babe! Grab a coffee and seat down. ☕️ — I have three different answers to this, organized by category, because I can't simply just choose one Beifong, so.. ◇ My favorite based on "emotional attachment" is definitely Suyin (kinda of an unpopular choice). I simply can't help but love every aspect of her, she's so beautiful, bright and collected - I love how against all odds she overcame her traumas the healthiest way she could, rebuilt her whole life, never gave up on reconnecting with the people she loved and missed after all, etc. I have an immense amount of respect for her - she's the personification of growth, maturity and forgiveness. And I love that for her for many reasons! Her adult self reminds me a bit of Sokka in a way, that probably helped to establish my "emotional attachment" towards her as well! ◇ My favorite based on "complexity and strength" would be obviously Lin. Lin is the character I validate and understand the most too, I enjoy analyzing her whole story and personality. I'm a Psychology student, so it makes sense to me that I loved her instantly and so much (apart from being a Toph seed), she was presented to us as the typical tough character ofc but I was amazed how many layers she turned out to have, how profound and complicated her traumas, choices and path turned out to be. I love and respect Lin for reasons that are completely different from Su (they are completely opposites). Lin's psychological strength (physical too, ofc), courage and endlessly emphaty always get me. I would fight anyone just to protect her! ◇ And of course, my number one girl.. Ultimate Favorite in the entire franchise.. the ORIGINAL Beifong; TOPH!! I don't even think I need to explain myself on this one, do I?? Everything I listed about her daughters comes from Toph Beifong and even her imperfections are kinda perfect to me, she is one of the most brilliant characters in the franchise hand down. In fact I believe their daughters inherited a lot of Toph's values, beliefs and characteristics. They are her legacy in a way, probably part of the reason I love them so much too. But anyways.

That's my favorite Beifong; TophLinSu!♡

"And who do you ship them with?" That's piece of cake! For Su; Suyin/Baatar Sr. ◇ For Lin; Linzin & Kyalin, maybe Linzumi too — I do think Lin & Tenzin are soulmates who could never be though (This is actually a can of worms, 'cause I have A LOT to say regarding this entire ship!). ◇ And for Toph; Tokka yesterday, Tokka today and Tokka for always!♡ I can't actually picture Toph with anyone else, for some reason. I tried (with her other love interests and all).. But It's just not it for me. Kanto we've never even seen & Satoru was more of a simp - nothing against it but it kills the mood for me that he's a fanboy who'd spend their whole relationship praising her & kissing the ground she steps on, not into that for Toph (or any human being) in a relationship. — While with Sokka (even tho it was just a childhood crush & he was a bit older) I think they were a perfect match for a future relationship; They were opposites in the right amount, but also pretty similar (in terms of sense of humor and some values). I love how they completed each other in their dynamic, how Sokka was so kind, supportive and understanding - they had a real profound bond and he was always offering to help her out (if needed) or trying to protect her, even tho she hated to be treated like that; he was her exception. And Toph genuinely respected him (jokes apart) & would consider his opinions, even embracing his stupid ideas. It was simple and sweet. Not to mention the fact that Sokka would never pick fights with her (not that I remember), whenever Katara would ask him to intervene in their fights he'd be like "Nah, leave me out of this" and I do think that that's what intrigued Toph, he would listen to her & validate her feelings since Day 1. Then we cut to TLOK; at Yakone's trial when Sokka is giving that sentenced speech and start praising Toph for developing the Metalbending skill by herself; his facial expression immediately changes to something more affectionate (genuinely smiling at her), then Old Toph telling Korra about when she taught Aang earthbending and feeling the need to mention what happened to Sokka that day (should've been insignificant, but she kept that memory from that day) and then Suyin & Lin's small details or characteristics that were related to Sokka in ATLA (Like their usage of adapted metal swords to fight, Su's collection of meteorites, how Sokka was always praising Toph for inventing the Metalbending and later Su building a whole city out of it where Toph's achievement would be praised and immortalized for once and all, not to mention Su & some members of the family looking like Sokka, I'm pretty sure that was purposely done by the creators in a way to keep Sokka's design, idk & it makes me the happiest that it was done in the Beifong family). It's impossible not to acknowledge the impact Sokka had on Toph, they truly loved each other and loved being around each other. Romantically or not, canon or not - it's impossible for me not to ship them.♡

[blupengu]

Okay, I thought Le Salut emotionally devastated me? Wrong. Weak sauce. I think I inadvertently went in order from happiest to most depressing salvation ending oops…💀

Big fat spoilers for everyone’s salvation ends under the cut!! I’ll add the order I did them in first in case somehow someone finds this and is curious but hasn’t done them all yet

Just wanna say though, thank you Virche Evermore for gifting us with not one, not two, but FIVE(!) long-haired boys, god damn! I would like to shake Yomi’s hand because the art and character designs are so *chef’s kiss,* long-haired anime boys are superior 😂

Also random aside, the first few notes of the salvation theme before the piano comes in gives me such……… indescribable feelings? That underlying dissonance fills me with like such a desperate but forlorn desire to go back to simpler, happier times before the melody becomes more hopeful 😂 (this might be a weird pull, but it gives me Giygas theme prayer for safety vibes from Earthbound 👀)

Adolphe -> Mathis -> Scien -> Yves -> Lucas (yes I saved him for last because I am a Lucas simp I admit it. I saw some comments say it was uhhh not the happiest ending LOL but the heart wants what the heart wants 💀) Boy this is gonna be a LONG post

Adolphe

Love things being solved with guns lmfaooo, guess we’ll go by each scene that the game goes through. Also since I forgot to mention this in my Le Salut rant, I LOVE all of Ankou’s CGs, he is so pretty! The very first one you get stopping Ceres from killing herself? Impeccable. When Adolphe’s pointing a sword at him while his hair’s blowing in the wind? Show-stopping. Him eating the lycoris? Peak *I saw a man so beautiful I started crying* 😩

LUCAS AND NADIA ARE ALIVE! NADIA IS RECOVERING!! LUCAS IS GOING TO THERAPY!!! As mad as I am that ankou died, this is the best timeline oh my gosh the way I (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) when I heard Nadia, the relief I felt for these two blonde bitches y’all…

LMAO JEAN. Oh my evil hot butler being forced to take care of a baby as his punishment is so *chef’s kiss,* scien has wonderful ideas, I desperately want fan art of this 😂 ah… they did say Rosalie was pregnant though when she was killed, didn’t they… oh now it hurts a little more… I hope he, Mathis, and the kid become a loving family 😔

What the FUCK Yves eating the lycoris bulbs coming in clutch though??? And Hugo still being an A+ Yvesexual I approve 😌

Scien is the BIGGEST mvp though in practically every route my god

This was such like a nice, tight little bow to put at the end of what I guess is the true route? But I love it because all our boys are happy (Ripperoni ankou 🫡)

Mathis

Sweet baby boy, too good for this world… Dahut why tf are you blowing shit up in his route this don’t involve you go away 😂 (still love him though…)

Oh… OH. Mathis was ACTUALLY baby…?? o_o (kinda 😬 how Jean got the cells but uh, let’s ignore that shall we?) Rosalie, Camille, Mathis happy family AU when??? Aaaw Jean did care about Mathis deep down TT_TT (like waaaay deep down), and thank you Scien again as always.

Lmao Ankou’s just casually showing up like, “here take these sweets, it’s made of my blood! Haha no of course I’m joking it’s just normal candy” 👀 Not much else to say about this end, it was cute! I’m glad at least one character got a real happy ending 😌

Scien

Bruh I forgot how disrespectful Scien is to everybody lmaooo, guess we back to sandwich dispenser… I’m glad Dahut’s our friend in this route though!

SALOME WHAT THE FUCK! Oh bruh hell nah, she did not just do that I stg… oh bitch she really killed Dahut huh. YOU JUST KILLED YOUR SON!! GIRL, THIS MAKES ME MAD AF 💀 (this also made me realize they share the same bang style 😭)

Not much else to say about this one either, I’m glad it’s happy (other than Dahut… and they’re never gonna find out about that, huh… ಠ_ಠ), and looks like the kiss CG’s improved! 😂

Yves

Bruh Yves needs therapy so bad, he’s such a good boy though 😂 Ngl his full name is kinda sick, Yves Noirge, guardian of the Lycoris, named after the flowers of misfortune? That goes hard af

Please… please give her the Magic science juice first so you don’t die before you get to her… no? Aight then I guess the power of love stopped you from dropping dead LOL (this kiss CG was also pretty nice! Hooray the artist has improved 😂)

Cannot believe they put in the effort to change Scien’s sprite so he’s missing an arm though lmao, and Ankou just kinda showing up to solve problems is always great

Y’all Yves and Ceres are so mentally I’ll for each other… and two kiss CGs!! They really saved the nice ones for the end huh 😂 Good for Yves! It’s not a super happy ending, but at the very least things are hopeful, and that’s all I can really ask for in this game…

Lucas

I am. Upset. I miss when all we had to worry about was the cage 😂

*internal screaming* Boy oh boy this one absolutely wrecked my shit. When I looked at the flow chart and realized it would split off AFTER Nadia and the killing spree… 😬 like bitch I don’t wanna go through this again 💀 okay okay though, this one’s definitely gonna be long (sorry in advance), I guess I’ll just tackle the scenes chronologically:

Seeing Dahut hiding from Lucas really just made me shout “LOOK WHAT YOU DID!!” at my TV now knowing what we know lmao, but also… why was he unsure about Capucine’s involvement…? Like he knew Capucine was Ortie and he must’ve known that Capucine was running the hospital Nadia was in… also knew he was abusing Lucas and doing fucked up human experimentation, Dahut so why are you surprised??? I would’ve pulled Nadia out if there the second I became friends with her, a huge chunk of this is your fault 😭

But bruh… this is not a salvation end… it’s a despair end with more CGs and trying-to-talk-with-a-slit-throat-while-coughing-up-blood ASMR wtf 💀

(Poor Lucas saying “I can’t do this anymore” was so relatable lmao sweetie the game is doing you so dirty I am so sorry, like oh my god make the pain stop… what do you mean it’s only gonna get worse?!)

I am glad though that even though we stabbed our boy in the throat we are still going after Capucine’s ass together! Seeing him scared was so satisfying aah, GET FUCKED CAPUCINE HELL YEAH YOU BETTER BE AFRAID BITCH!! Even with 0 pints of blood, Lucas is still kicking down doors and kicking ass, what a king 👑 the man must be leaking everywhere (like sir we cut an artery, there must be a fountain coming out of you), love the “man too angry to die” vibes 😌

Bruh the siblings face to face is so fucked. Was not expecting Dahut to have already been there and playing dead though! Even though you’re kinda the reason Lucas and Nadia’s lives got so fucked, I’m glad you helped in the end 😌 get fucked (again) Capucine!! I’m very glad Nadia was the one to claw the shit out of that garbage man 🔥💯

Aha, the touching sibling reunion is SO super duper fucked 😭 they did not have to describe how Nadia can feel the other body parts and how much it hurts… like Jesus fucking Christ honey I am so sorry you’re in this game, this is too much suffering for such a sweet character 😩

God I am so absolutely devastated, his dying CG was pretty at least… ಥ_ಥ this ain’t fair though y’all… what is this injustice for Lucas?? Like this is some Shakespearean tragedy bullshit… Whoever decided his gravestone CG needed THREE variations is sadistic lmao 😭

My crops are dying, my skin is dry, everything is pain… I guess all we can really do is take some solace in the fact that he gets a happy ending with Nadia in Le Salut…

I don’t think the salvation theme music ever even played???? I also realized this motherfucker’s been wearing high heels the whole time while on his murderous rampage??? WORK BITCH damn 💅

Phew this rant for just Lucas probably could’ve been its own post honestly lmao but oh well, the man changed my brain chemistry… guess it’s time to pray for the FD to be localized. Please our lord and savior Scien, let it be soon, Lucas deserves so much better than what he got 😭

Well guess that’s it for my rambling posts about virche evermore!! This game was a wild ride from start to finish and I loved it, time to make shitty memes to cure my brain rot (sorry if this post was incomprehensible LOL)

[daytaker]

Potential Weaponization of Anti-Ship Culture to Justify Personal Discomfort - An Essay

TW: mentions of shipping minors, censored use of words often used in the context of shipping minors by those who dislike it, some devil's advocation, a critical look at the motivations behind a multilayered and multifaceted movement that includes many people who are there for diverse reasons and whose disliked ships range from "literally there's nothing wrong with this" to "the most toxic and abusive thing imaginable" so please don't take this as me saying everyone's views within anti-culture are morally or ethically equivalent because they aren't, also simping over an anime man, but I'm not sorry for that because he's beautiful. And also potential kavetham slander but it isn't really slander because I never claim that there's actually anything wrong with the ship, but if seeing me say "i don't like that" might upset you maybe give this one a miss.

The reason I was thinking about this subject at all is because of this video essay, which I encourage you to watch if you're at all interested in this sort of thing:

Fandom Policing, Purity Culture and the Death of Media Literacy by E

(also i call this an essay in a tongue-in-cheek way but it's lowkey the length of an actual essay so strap in i guess.)

So I've been playing hella Genshin Impact again lately.

I want to marry Kaveh. I want him carnally. In fact, I'm going to go ahead and say that, actually, I am already married to Kaveh in every sense of the word besides legally. Additionally, I should probably mention that I'm probably the least polyamorous person alive. I simply could never share in a relationship. I would inevitably have a favorite and it would be an ugly mess. I mention this because it provides a bit of context as to why I feel so sad that my husband Kaveh is so ubiquitously shipped with whats-his-name, because I am deeply and intensely in love with him, so seeing him with another man hurts me on a very deep level, and I cannot nor do I want to engage in the mental gymnastics of an imaginary polycule.

So all that said, I was sitting alone, stewing over my dislike of this ship, and something occurred to me. Something disturbing. Because as much as I don't ship this particular thing, there's nothing wrong with the ship. The characters are adults, they're not related, there's no abuse, they just canonically act as if they don't like each other while having a more complicated relationship. You know the type. They're very popular. I've never liked ships between characters that don't get along in canon, so even if I wasn't madly in love with Kaveh, I don't think I'd be a fan of this particular ship. What I'm getting at is this:

What if I gave into my darker impulses and acted like the worst of the antis? I could come up with some rationale for why this extremely popular ship is actually extremely toxic and validate my own discomfort over seeing my lawfully wedded husband getting dicked down by some dude. I could say, "Financial abuse! Kaveh could never be in a consensual relationship with a man who could literally make him homeless on a whim!" I could say "My precious baby is being manipulated by a man who is in a position of power over him due to my baby's decision to value his art over all else and hurling himself into bankruptcy like a moron!"

Then I could declare that the ship is toxic; therefore those who ship it are toxic; therefore those who warn about its toxicity are protecting others from toxic influences. I am morally good. I am protecting the internet from nastiness.

Of course that would be very silly and extremely manipulative of me, because there's nothing inherently wrong with shipping two adults from a piece of fictional media, even when their dynamic is a lot more dubious than the one between these two.

But this brings me back to what I was thinking about before... That is to say, my deep, gut discomfort with the ship for entirely personal reasons. A lot of people, myself included, seem to feel like we need to have logical reasons behind our likes and dislikes. It's not enough just to feel a certain way. We need to be able to defend our views against nay-sayers. This is particularly true when you dislike something, because when you go out into a crowd (the internet) and start broadcasting that you don't like something, it's seen as a little inflammatory.

And with good reason! If I didn't think of all this stuff I wanna talk about, I would have kept my thoughts on this ship completely to myself, because my negativity really couldn't do anything but antagonize people who do like the ship.

I wonder to what extent our culture of extremism has bled into our media consumption even on such an unimportant level as shipping. If I find out someone I know votes Republican, that will change my entire perspective on them. But sometimes we take something like that and translate it to stuff that's a lot less important. Like, "If I find out someone ships two teenagers, that will change my entire perspective on them." (I'm not here to get into the ethics of shipping minors, but I'm willing to stick my neck out enough to say that the above example wouldn't be something I'd be horrified to discover about a friend or acquaintance. A lot of media stars teenage characters, it's just the reality of what we consume, and when people consume media, people ship the characters, it just happens.)

But what if you didn't actually care that they were teenagers, in your heart of hearts? What if you just...didn't like the ship, because you shipped one of them with somebody else, or you headcanon that one of them is gay, or straight, or ace, or whatever? But you're sick of seeing this stupid ship everywhere, and has anyone even considered the fact that these characters are minors? In a sense, by shipping them, you're s*xualizing minors. So in a sense, anyone who likes this ship is okay with s*xualizing minors. So in a sense, anyone who likes this ship is okay with p*dophelia. So in a sense, anyone who likes this ship is a p*dophile. And now, you can hate that ship openly and rather than being an asshole who's ruining people's day, you're a crusader for morality.

You are morally good. You are protecting the internet from nastiness.

Okay, now for my disclaimers, because I'm a fearful netizen!

Now I want to be very clear and say that I'm NOT suggesting that this is secretly the reason why anyone hates any ship. Plenty of ships are nasty for all sorts of reasons. Though I would encourage readers to consider whether that nastiness is grounds for a call-out rather than simply blacklisting it.

Also, some people have strong negative reactions to ships that might seem unproblematic or at least not that awful for reasons that aren't just "it goes against my headcanon" or "I'm lawfully married to Kaveh how dare you". Some people might see real life trauma reflected in ship dynamics that aren't inherently "gross" to other people.

Basically, I want to acknowledge that this is a specific look at a specific subsection of shipping purity culture, and I'm not claiming to examine every potentiality of the issue with complete nuance. But I do want to assert that this is a nuanced issue, and encourage people to discuss it with each other in good faith, not assuming that the other party is intentionally ignoring a perspective or trying to harm or silence another group.

[fishisvibing]

Hi my new friend👋

How did you get into prongsfoot and when?

Hohoho this is getting interesting. I'm spilling tea and my deepest darkest secret.

Let's start with how I first got into harry potter

My sister is a millennial, and she's older than me a lot, like a lot lot, so when I was just a kid watching lotr and simping over legolas on tv, my sister came home with a newly published hp book and read it for me. I didn't remember much but I did say something along the line mentioned Sirius' name that "his name sounds beautiful"

When I got into secondary school, I had watched all of the hp movies but never touched the books bc my aunt borrowed all the copies, so I begged my mom if I could use my allowance to buy new books and she said yes. I gave the money to my sister and she bought me 2 harry potter box sets, one for reading and one for displaying (the extra one was my birthday gift)

I spent nights trying to absorb those and I fell in love the more I read about Sirius, he's such a cool character, I love him to the point I asked my friends to join my Sirius cult haha. My bestie also liked the Marauders very much and she loved Jily so I started learning about James and Lily too. Even though I don't ship them as hard as Prongsfoot now, I still call them papa James and mama Lily (It's because of our translation makes it sounds super cute to call them like that)

Okay it's getting heated. One of my friends announced that they love wolfstar, and being the artist of the group, I was asked to join and draw for them. My other friend, said that they liked James/Snape (seriously idk what this ship called) and demanded me to join them. At that time, I already felt how much I love James and Sirius and I adore their relationship very much, I feel very weird when they're being separated and I can't stand that (also bc I cried when I know how much they meant to each other in the books). I declined both of them and they were like "WHAT?". The wolftar one said "well can't you see how intimate they are in the movie?", and the James/Snape said "the rivalry between two enemies makes the best trope". But tbh I love Prongsfoot for the way they are, utterly loyal and devoted, their co-dependancy, how they're like two peas in the same pod, like the reflection in the mirror, one that never lies and cherishes the other till their last breath. I love how comfortable and easy they are being with each other. To me, they're full and content.

At first, it was just the feeling that they seem right. Very right. But then it became more and more, like a car racing down the highway, it felt like I fell hard and fast for them so then I started scavanging everywhere for their contents. I read fics, watched fanarts, practicing drawing whenever I had the time so that I could someday be able to contribute something for Prongsfoot, and I did it, it's still not every good imo but for now I'm feeling happy that I'm able to draw them, and write fics about them (they're all in Vietnamese tho)

Well, I think it all thanks to that one fic on fanfiction for turning me to the right path. I was still hesitate over wolfstar bc I didn't want to make my friend sad. But then after reading that devishly exquisite cherry on top fic, my heart and my head snapped straight to Prongsfoot. The way the author described their relationship was like the last nail in the coffin that set me forever laying deep in this Prongsfoot hole. Yahh I was 15 back then, what a time. I'm in my 20s now and that fic still embroided in my mind as clear as the sky (one of the reason it's my fav one is bc it's so morally wrong and fucked up in the head, it's basically dead dove but cooked beautifully)

Thank you for asking me this, I've been dying to talk about this but never have a chance

[kissagii]

an infodump on s&b (for @sleeping-snapdragons)

this series is very very important to me and even though there's a lot of discourse regarding the (sometimes questionable) decisions by the showrunners i'm obsessed with literally every aspect of it

cause when i discovered the first trilogy i was like a whole different person. the person who read those books was a 6th grade girl that was lost in the world and about to fall in love with a craft that would follow her through so many developments in his life. tamar was my favorite character - i was in love with this walking armory an unhealthy amount and seriously thought i just "really liked her as a character." but that was really just the bisexuality stirring, then having tamar be canonically queer was probably the most important thing for me at the time because it broke me out of my naive worldview and showed me that queerness was, well, real. it feels so weird to be a trans man simping for a canonically lesbian character but seeing her on screen, with her axes and eyeliner and fiery attitude, how could i not? the part of me that loved her then still loves her now and the actress absolutely slayed the role (just look at the gifsets omg)

and then there's six of crows, which freshman-year ness latched onto so desperately because it was queer representation and it was good and being able to see two characters be happy together was a sort of thing i hungered for. and now they're on screen, walking and talking and moving, helping each other through the internal conflicts they're both simultaneously facing, and even though their relationship was rushed i think it makes so much room for the development that's to come. and of course the actors are literally amazing and i really don't get why people are hating on them because every little change they made was perfect. and not to mention jespers outfits omg he's my role model with that stupid brown yellow and purple tattersall suit with orange socks and a fucking kilt.

oh and then there's nikolai, who i properly hated until like a year ago, he's insufferable and scheming and stupid and charming and really fucking beautiful. he's a dreamer and an inventor and he's so annoying i'd kiss him to shut him up and i'm gonna put one of his quotes as my phone background because he has so many good ones

and there's david who's just so me-coded because he's a nerd that's horrible with human interaction and has all these funky mannerisms that i also have (like holding up one finger when you want to make a point but don't want to interrupt) and he said so many of the iconic lines that melted my heart in the books and he should be the role model of what men should be and his ending is so unfair to me and all the other fans because how could they do that to us

basically this show is everything past me could have ever wanted and it's everything current me wants and i'm so not okay

[starlostseungmin]

— EVEN WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES, YOU STILL BLOOM BEAUTIFULLY. KSM

pairing: boyfriend!seungmin x gn!reader

genre: angst, pure angst.

warnings: character death, mentions of blood and car crash

word count: 484

note: though i'd make angst for seungmin as what i have said on my last post lmao. i tried, ya'all enjoy! don't forget to leave feedbacks and reblog!! i made a reference from my felix fic, the angst one.

they say that people act weird when they are near their death. maybe their actions depict them saying goodbye and wait for you in the afterlife. you didn’t know much about death but certain relatives and other peers made you experience pain and sorrow. the cascading tears and never-ending memories of the one who died keep haunting you to sleep. but there’s nothing more painful when it comes to those people who are close to your heart, who had to say their goodbyes, unexpectedly. and fate can’t even protect you from heartbreak.

it was exactly two weeks when it happened and you just arrived in the apartment after a tiring work day. nothing changed, except the fact that you are now alone. you didn’t bother to turn on the lights and depending on the lamp, sat at the top of a small table in the living room. it feels empty, cold, quiet, dark, and bitter. nothing beats this feeling when he is not around and the memories he left made it sad. nostalgia didn’t hit you yet for the cries and lonely nights still lie heavy on your shoulders. 

your hand reached the clear jewel case seungmin gave you a month ago. a cd with only two songs he recorded during his birthday. it had his signature and doodles on it, even his cute handwriting that never fails to make you smile. work and hectic schedules didn’t even let you sit and listen to them but maybe a sad friday night will allow you to. you regretted it, you regret not listening to them sooner. you would have expressed how much you love them when he was still alive. 

“i’ll always be there, i’m gonna stay, closer to you,” 

“i’m still here, always, each and every stop, i miss being by your side,” 

you couldn’t even hear the speaker properly, the sound of cries escalates the room. hands covering your face, the whole two weeks without him feels like hell. the car crash was too rough to make him survive and seeing him covered with blood made you feel lifeless. shattered glass and sounds of cries, the crushed bumper, broken windows, sounds of sirens and chatters of people, you only saw seungmin that night. 

the investigator’s words just flew by. nothing really went inside your head. it was just seungmin on a stretcher, eyes closed as he fell into a deep slumber before the white cloth covered his face. and just like that, the horrifying incident has led to a heartbreaking loss of a son and a friend. but for you, 

“you know what’s beautiful?” he said. 

“what?” you asked, looking back at him. 

“you,” he smiled. “even when i close my eyes, you still bloom beautifully, just like the flowers that bloom in spring. and by that, i will always remember you, even if we part,” 

the love of your life is gone. 

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[zukuist]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

—

shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

—

©️zukuist 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei. do not repost my work❕

[una-hopeless-romantic1118]

Nikolai Lantsov Fluff Alphabet

A/N: i love fluff y'all. ESPECIALLY NIKOLAI AHHH.

send me some requests of different character with their own fluff alphabet :)

oh also, i was watching miraculous ladybug while writing this, and ADRIEN/CAT NOIR AND NIKOLAI ARE KINDA ALIKE WTF—

pairings: nikolailantsov x fem!Tidemaker!reader

Warnings: a sprinkle of smut (does not go into detail), slight mention of murder (doesn’t go into detail either), mention of abuse, a lil bit of angst, and, wait for it. ... fluff

taglist: @traitorsiriusblack, 

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

— y'know, he really wants to spend as much of his time w you, like every second of his life, but he's a king, and a busy one at that. he doesn't like just holding ur hand while on meetings or sharing longing glances from across the room (though he does like them), so he dances w you like all night during winter fates or balls and literally sticking his tongue out to the men who's been waiting in line to dance w you too. He'll plan trips on sea where you guys usually spend weeks in, playing chess, chasing each other around the ship, and him teaching you how to steer the ship, cooking together (which ends up with him burning the food so u have to start over again. not like he's doing it on purpose or anything *wink wink*). OMG ALSO. Reading a book together, taking turns reading per chapter. Cuddlesssss. LOTS. Especially in breaks. In the couch, ur bed, the lounge area. This man will try to spend every break of his spending his time w you.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

— whether you’re thin or plus sized, short or tall, whatever race you are, he loves you. he goes into extra simp-mode whenever you smile bc he just loves seeing u happy, most specifically whenever he pulls out that smirk of his and whenever he tells you a joke or whispers an insult to you abt one of the guards. He's also in love w your personality and how shockingly kind you are, sarcasm, how understanding and empathetic you are, how easily you make someone feel at ease. but, at the same time knowing that you have the ability to kill someone with your eyes closed makes him a lil giggly too.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

— you had gotten pretty used to a queen's life, but things do have the ability to get overwhelming. like, you feel all that “it feels like i can’t breathe” crap, and he knows it too. so he showers u w kisses, gives u rest, cuddles, and voluntarily does ur work for u.

if someone disrespects u—now this is a different story. he might be a respectful man and is humble when someone disrespects him, but if people fail to give his queen the respect that he expects, then he might as well kill them. you would do the same when it comes to him.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

— he’s a family man. he wants to marry you so bad, give you all the treasures of the world that exists. whenever he sees you playing w kids or making them laugh, he absolutely melts. while he feels insecure over the possibility of disappointing your children and raising them wrong, and most of all disappointing you, you couldn’t disagree more. seeing him worried abt it shows how much he cares, and that was enough proof.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

— i kind of see you as the dominant one. i mean, ofc, ur not controlling him or anything. he just likes feeling like he isn’t the one in charge all of the time. but overall, it’s equal. plus, he is a SIMP for stubborn and independent women like u.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

— yeah, he would forgive you no matter what u did. he’s the kind to not go to sleep mad at you, so he would make you two talk abt it. not that he’s pushing you, it’s just it’s more better that way, especially since he wants to take ur relationship seriously and sees this as a mature thing. those nights would usually consist of awkward silence but nonetheless, one of u guys give in and apologize.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

— as most of u know, nikolai wasn’t the favorite child. he barely got anything, especially love and affection. until u. u loved him endlessly and he finds himself feeling chosen for once, even teary eyed sometimes, when he’s with you. he didn’t think that was possible. and in response, he will throw u fetes, gift u an abundant amount of jewels and presents, and even names things after you. 

he points at the bushes like a child. “oh look, love, flowers!” 

u giggle. “i see them. they’re beautiful.”

“not as beautiful as my lovely, lovely Y/N” he gushed and kissed you. “i shall name them after you nonetheless.”

and would even go as far as naming stars, events, fetes, jewelry, gems, even your own children (which u refuse) after you.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

—a BIG BOLD NO for keeping secrets from each other. you tell each other everything, no matter how embarrassing, which usually comes with a lot of teasing. so, yes, you both share everything.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

—ur kind of an uptight person ngl. being a former general and having Ravka as ur responsibility—u refused to sleep. however, nikolai lantsov did not like seeing u like this, and u learned from him that sometimes u have to take breaks and have fun every once in a while.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

— YES. as much as he hates to admit it, it is SO OBVIOUS. u were talking to a general from a different kingdom in a ball. nikolai dropped his current conversation, strolled over to y’all, grabbed u by the waist and kissed ur temple, all while glaring knives at the general.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

—um...y e s. he’s experienced, definitely. ur first kiss was before u started dating and it was during an argument😏(yall wattpad babes know where this is going). u were frustrated w him for skipping too many meetings with kingdoms with queens asking for alliances through marriage, and when he tried to argue back, he couldn’t help but cup ur face w both of his hands. he stared at for a while, then he u kissed you. in fact, that’s how most of ur arguments go, which isn’t fair, but then again, nikolai likes seeing u flustered and u love it when he kisses u.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

—it wouldn’t be extravagant or anything, surprisingly. u both were at the palace’s rooftop, tilting ur heads towards the rain. u were sitting down, legs hanging over the edge, and smiling at the sky. nikolai was standing up, hovering over u when he felt his heart beat rapidly than usual. he had to sit down next to u to have a closer look at u. when u noticed his heavy breaths, u opened ur eyes and he immediately clashed his lips w urs and said those three words.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

—hell yes he wants to be Mr. Lantsov-L/N. this time, he does do something extravagantly. he knew ur favorite part of the palace was the gardens, but u LOVED his ship. so on the morning u were on ur way back home from a vacation on the ship, he decorated the ship w flowers, woke u up and led u outside. he knelt down with the ring and had a big speech with tears flooding his view. u were crying too and in fact, u couldn’t stop.

“y/n, love, i need some sort of answer besides ur sobs.” he sniffed.

u giggled uncontrollably. “yes!”

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

—love, y/n/n, bee (bc ur adorable until provoked), my love, lovely, beautiful, moya tsaritsa, koroleva, milaya.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

—giggly, blushy, soft, and daydreamy to the point where he would drop everything he’s doing and caress ur hair, play footsies w u, or intertwine a finger with urs and in return u play with his rings. AND HE ALWAYS LOOKS MESMERIZED UGH😍

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

—lots of PDA, but he won’t do anything to embarrass u. he would kiss u, caress u, play w ur hair, lean on u, hug u, hold ur hand, or touch u in anyway really. and omg he absolutely LOVES showing u off, to his friends, co-workers, guests. he’ll be in a bad mood in front of tolya, tamar, genya, david, and the rest when u walk in asking for something when he suddenly perks up and brightens his mood.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

—he knows what u like and don’t like, who u like and don’t like, what u need in a bad day, etc. he has u memorized. if he had time, he could write a manual on u. so it’s a relief u don’t have to tell him u don’t like something bc he knows by the look on ur face or the change in ur tone. 

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

—creative af. there was a point where he asked what ur former lovers did for u and u told him, not paying attention to why he did, and he did those things better. he bought u a carriage? well, nikolai made u ship. he bought u ur favorite treats on ur bad days? well nikolai hired the pastry chef as ur own chef. 

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

—he supports u a lot. he spends Ravka’s money just to help sponsor charities u host. he’s ur biggest supporter and ur his.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

—nothing too risky that’s out of ur comfort zone. look, i don’t need to explain but he is the perfect guy and if he makes u uncomfortable it would make him want to throw himself into the ocean. even if he really wanted to do something w u or to you and u don’t want to, he won’t push.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

—like i said, he knows you like the back of his hand. BUT. the first few years of dating he’s obviously still studying you, so there are a lot of confusion for him when all of a sudden you stopped talking. but after a few years then he’ll definitely get the hang of u. 

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

—important enough that, let’s say, u get held hostage. nikolai would drop everything, even sell Ravka for u. it’s you that’s irreplaceable. 

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcannon.

(since im so nice i’ll put 4)

—nikolai has genya teaching him how to braid ur hair

—u both have matching ear cuffs 

—every dance in a fete is started and ended by you two.

—ur always cold and he’s always hot. it works perfectly for cuddling

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

—if i didn’t make it clear enough, Y E S. He loves cuddling you especially in the cold. ur usually the small spoon, but ofc u exchange roles. if not spooning, he likes to drape over his arm over ur waist and bury his face between ur neck and shoulder. sometimes when u unintentionally separate from cuddling when ur sleeping, u somehow notice and move back to him, which automatically makes him smile. 

he loves kissing u randomly bc it make u flustered (like it doesn’t normally🙄) . nose kisses, temple kisses, kisses in the cheeks, on the lips, knuckles, shoulder blade, collarbone, palm, evERyWhERE.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

—write u like a trillion letters, no matter how random they are.

*cue cardan greenbriar*

Dear Y/N,

Three words. General. Emil. Kirigin. I simply cannot put up with that envious bastard going on and on about how it isn’t the same without you in the palace. But it’s all taken care of. You won’t hear from him for a while.

 I miss you :(

-Your beautiful husband, Nikolai

***

Dear love,

Tamar and Tolya have been my friends for a long time, but they're horrible drunks and I keep losing to their worthless drinking contests. 

Can’t you just kill the ambassador that called you over there in the first place so you can come home?

-Nikolai, your talented and damnably handsome husband

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

—he would always say that if he were threatened to choose between you and his title, he would choose u. it’s romantic, but u didn’t think he would truly do it until there was a situation where he would have to. and he chose u. always.

 a/n: hey bebs <3 i wrote another fluff thing for nikolai that no one asked for so here :)

How Nikolai Lantsov would act around you before confessing his feelings