aaaa can't believe i found another person that writes for Tog đ„°đ„°đ„° reader insert i mean dnsidhehs as you probably noticed i ead everything (i think) so sorry for the spam xjsjzb anyways i really like how you write!! thank you for doing it đ
Oh my gosh! Hi! I'm so sorry for the late reply! But of course I noticed you, it filled my heart with joy! đ„ș
Don't ever apologize, it literally means the world to me! Hope you're ready for more content, love đ
Hello! I am very sorry to announce that I'll be on a short hiatus due to college exams. I have written up on most of the requests, however I still am yet to finish them fully.
I apologize for the delay, but I will be back to posting in a few days! Thank you for your understanding đž
for the random dialogue prompt: 1 + khun aađđ
I was debating on whether or not to turn this into fluff or NSFW... Take this short, little, teeny tiny drabble... If you liked it though, do request something more out of it, Iâd be glad to continue this. đ
Khun AA +Â âWhy... Why did you just take off your shirt?â
Aguero merely looked at you as if you uttered the dumbest thing he had ever heard in his life â which was an achievement on its own. A blush adorned your cheeks as you looked at the man before you, comfortably stretching his limbs all while taunting you with a smirk. You didnât know if you should repeat the question, or maybe walk out of the roomâ you swore, you were trying to keep eye contact, but your gaze wandered his form, and you just couldnât help yourself.
âWâŠwhy did you, you take off your shirt?â Your words were jumbled up as the man almost continued discarding clothes from his body. Thankfully, you were secluded in a rather comfortable room. He tried to keep up his act, raising an eyebrow at your question but the grin wouldnât leave his features, âwhat do you mean by that, (Y/n)?â Was he seriously playing dumb?
âI mean, uh, exactly as I asked!â You grew flustered by the moment, hugging your own figure out of⊠embarrassment? You werenât that embarrassed, however you werenât used to the comfort of whatever was on Agueroâs mind. âIâm just getting out of my clothes. You know, itâs rare that we get some time to rest like this,â he merely stated as he shrugged his pants off, throwing them in the ever growing pile of his clothes. âBesides, you act like youâre not enjoying the view.â
Yes, count on him to tease the soul out of you. Though, he was right. Ignoring the heat radiating from your cheeks, you decided to follow his lead. If you were going to rest, might as well do it as you would at your own home. You caught the slight panic that crossed his features, though he played it off rather quickly â but you were satisfied with the reaction; it was rare to get anything out of Khun, really. By the time you were done âchanging,â Khun was already sprawled on the bed, though it looked like he was waiting for you. With unsure movement, you climbed next to him, and he was quick to embrace you.
could I request a matchup? Iâm a ESTJ, virgo, have a superior complex, and a bisexual mess. I come off a little bitchy at first but if I warm up to you Iâll show a good side. But if someone ticks me off or are annoying me I have no patience đ. I love coding, doodling, and the scent of old books-âšI have a lot of friends but like Iâm only really close with a few of them if that makes sense thx babe.
âšJinsung Ha, Jinsung Ha, Jinsung Ha!âš
Half of your traits instantly manifested this fine gentleman in my head. I may not know much about this ancient being, but it's a gut feeling I'm willing to stand by.
It just feels like some puzzle pieces have completely aligned â you two seem to be quite similar in some views yet so different, if you understand me?
Hiiiiiii I'm so happy to find someone who write tower of god fanfiction so ooooo may I ask a one shot with yama and the random dialogue prompts 14? Because we all know deep sleep yama is canon đ(sorry for my english if it's suck I'm French)
Oh, gosh! I'm so sorry, love, but I haven't gotten to that character yet! I have the episode I'm currently on in my description, so if you'd like you can request a different character! But as soon as I get to that one, I'll write this request!
1 for bam and 52 for white for the random dialogue prompts thingy đđâš (it's okay if you only can do one of them!) i hope you're having a good day and don't forget to drink water â€ïž
Hope you don't mind that I only did White! It was fun trying his character for the first time đ
Oh my gosh, thank you! I hope you're doing good as well, and stay hydrated, my love! đ
"Does me being half naked bother you?" + White
Alright, you had to be very honest with yourself and the one in front of you. You most definitely didn't enjoy being a servant, or at least treated like one.
Of course, for your survival it would have been better â yet as time passed, your fuse burned away, and it was a matter of seconds before you would blow up at the beingâ manâ no, boy in front of you. Yes, he was definitely akin to a child within, with all the temper tantrums and the ego of a skyscraper. Was he older than you? Oh, absolutely.
It was sheer luck that you were stranded with him. The train was known for changing its interior quite frequently, though you've never really witnessed it until recently. The two of you were trying to find a way back with the others, as you had a month before rendezvous was necessary. It was hard keeping your patience, though at the very least, the crystals that slowly faded gave some comfort to you â the winter weather faded away, and it grew considerably warmer. Far more comfortable than putting on layers and layers of clothing... Yet, White may have gotten too comfortable.
"I think we should head that wa....y..." You slowly trailed off as you fully eyed White in all his glory. He had just taken off his shirt, and he handed it over to you in your confused state. He huffed in relief, stretching as he felt himself cool down, "much better." Much better was an understatement... Maybe it would have been easier to put up with him had you had the sight right now... Or maybe you shouldn't think like that. You had to physically shake your head to remove those thoughtsâ yes, he was quite attractive, though he was still a brat.
He seemed to have picked up on your dazed state, and at that he smirked as he asked, "what? Cat got your tongue? You know, I much prefer you quiet like this than lecturing me!" He exclaimed with a laugh, in absolute victory, "does me being half naked bother you that much, little one?" In his victorious state, he rejoiced with yet another laugh, as all you could do was glare daggers at him (oh, but you definitely were not blushing).
You hastily threw the shirt back at him, and you turned on your heels, marching to the first entranceway you spotted, "better hurry up before we get left behind, White!" You didn't acknowledge his previous teasing at all; unfortunately, that was the worst course of action you could have decided upon, as White wouldn't let you get off the hook so easily. He would remember this, of course he would. You were so amusing to be around, and he wouldn't want to get bored of you â because, really, that'd be bad for your poor little soul.
Hey ! I hope you're okay ? So this is the first time I'm ordering and I'm a little lost ^^ But I'd like to choose dialogue 64 with as person baam please.
Oh, thank you for your wishes! I am okay, dear.
Number 64 with Baam, coming right up c:
"I am very young, very foolish, and very in love with you."
Were words really necessary?
The scene in itself was enough, no amount of verbalization would appeal to it in any way. The pair was quiet; in plains, far away from the Tower. The grass was tall enough to cover them as they gazed at the sky.
You allowed Baam to lay in your lap, as it was much easier for him to look at the sky. As much as you wanted to join him in the tranquility of the blue, those amber hues were much more calming and comforting. It has been a while since his eyes had a shine to them, and you thanked whatever God existed for that. Your fingers curled into his hair, picking out strands that you'd twirl between your fingers subconsciously; all while your other hand gently cradled his face, fingers gently tracing meaningless lines into his cheek.
Baam's sigh interrupted the peace, and his eyes suddenly focused on you. "(Y/n)... It's nice here," he started with the softest smile he could muster, and you could feel your insides bursting with joy â you were close to laughing from the sheer amount of happiness and love. "It really is."
"You should get hurt more often. Gives us free days like these," you weren't so bitter about the predisposition at this point. You've gotten used to it, though of course you'd scold him to at least be a tad bit more careful about it. His brows furrowed lightly, akin to a child trying to be intimidating. It was utterly adorable.
"You are an idiot, you know that, Baam? Honestly...." You sigh, abandoning the strands of hair you so carefully picked out in the peaceful ritual. You looked away from him, in the distance of this surrounding, finding interest in the tall grass and how it infinitely stretched in the horizon.
You had no intention of continuing this conversation, nor paying much attention to Baam... Though, when he sat up and faced you with such a determined face, you couldn't deny any conversation or his wishes. He did what he knew felt right, the only thing he knew was right â he cupped your face, and slowly brought you closer to him, "I am very young, very foolish, I know..."
He paused, searching your eyes for any reaction as he smiled, "and very in love with you. Please don't be mad at me, (Y/n). I can't stand to be that way," he pleaded as he brought his lips to your forehead; a show of affection quite common yet meaningful to the two of you. A breathy laugh escaped you at his sudden exclamation, and your hands clasped over his.
"As I am in love with you, Baam. I'm not mad, I could never be... I'm just worried." He nodded his head at this, quite enthusiastically, trying to explain how he understood this. His childlike innocence provoked yet another laugh from you, and soon after you found yourself kissing his forehead...
hello there! â€ïž could i requuest some hcs of bam (whatever version, it's up to you!) and khun comforting a sad s/o that's currently going through a very difficult time? thank youuuuu!
Of course, love! I wasn't sure if you wanted them separate or together... If this isn't what you had in mind, I'm an ask away!
Also, I hope you're doing okay, and that these little scenarios bring some sense of comfort and relief. If you need anyone to talk to, I'm always here. Whether through anon, or my private messages. You're not alone đ
The first telltales of you having a difficult time would have been isolation or change in behavioral patterns
None other than Khun Aguero Agnis would notice this first through pure objective examination
Whereas Baam would feel the change
You'd have the emotionally available Baam, and the emotionally constipated prickâ I mean, Khun
You never really wanted to worry the boys, as you knew they had their own problems. Their words of always being there for you instantly forgotten by your brain
Baam always had a way with words without knowing so
No matter the thought process Khun put himself through, Baam had a better feel for these kind of things
It'd be Baam first that managed to get through, with a simple smile and a reassuring sentence
Tsundere queenâ Khun would be by your side, silently. He always had a way with words and plans
Yet, he was afraid of saying the wrong thing
"I'm sorry for forcing you this way... But understand that we worry a lot, (Y/n)."
You'd listen to the sweet words, finding the little courage to open up
The boys wouldn't let a single detail be forgotten, and surely enough in their own ways, they'd make things better
Baam would try and help you to the best of his abilities, physically and emotionally always being next to you through these tough times
He'd want to take on as much of the burden as possible, all while cheering you on in the process
Meanwhile, Khun would show care in his own, underhanded ways
Was it authority related? Corruption was never a problem. Was someone causing you these problems? Surely that person wouldn't be missed, right?
Was it lies your brain conveyed? He'd show it through little acts. Leaving sticky notes, hanging around you more often, buying you your favorite food, playing your favorite music.
Khun wasn't a very upfront person, it were his actions that showed more.
Expect lots of stay at home nights, just resting up while chilling. Baam is a very affectionate person
Playing with your hair, hugging you close, tucking you in a blanket. He'd definitely want a movie night, just make things all the better! Probably romcoms!
Khun would join in the cuddling at unexpected moments; when both Baam and you become invested in the movie/talking/whatever you're doing, and while Baam and you are laughing or being distracted, Khun would naturally fit in, smiling to himself
It feels like a goddess' blessing when you finally crack a genuine smile or laugh
It doesn't mean that the problem is solved, though it feels like a relief
They have their own ways of comforting and being there for you, but they truly hope that their words and actions haven't fallen on deaf ears
hello there! could i ask for some matchup? đ i am a woman, INTJ, leo, and i prefer male characters. i overthink a lot and am a bit of a philosophical person. i may come off as distant and arrogant at first because i am tad bit awkward, but i love to joke and be wilding around with people i'm comfortable with! i love food, writing, music, fashion, museums, singing, and my aim in life is to explore everything this world has to offer. thank you and have a nice day âš
I don't know why but it was hard matching you :')
Had to sit on this matchup for a few days, I'm very sorry for the late response!
âšI think Lero Ro!âš
A lot of things about this man just fit with you! He would definitely be interested in debates about this world and the people living it, and seeing how you reflect upon it.
Your various taste in the arts fits so well with this excquisite man. It gives off power couple vibes, I won't lie!
hoi, may i request a scenario between jue viole grace & the reader, like how the reader is his so call 'pillar' to keep him sane when he's in fug,,, im not sure which part of the webtoon ur at so feel free to reject this request ^^!
Haha, of course! Iâll put up what episode Iâm on in my description from now on so you lovely readers know what to request! c:
Also, may I add? The requests Iâve done for Baam so far have made me so soft, and made me realize how much I want to protect him at all cost. Heâs a baby, we must protect him.
âHey, mister Viole, you know youâre not allowed outside your room at night!â
You startled the man, and his honey eyes snapped towards you as if you were one of his worst enemies, âwoah, woah, itâs just me,â you approached with your arms raised, showing no sign of hostility. He sighs at your entrance, shaking his head.
âYou need to stop scaring me like that, (Y/n).â Despite his agitation, his words were soft spoken. You wondered if he could ever truly get angry â he was so unlike any slayer nominee. It was your first time seeing such a kind soul in the tower, let alone in FUG; naturally, you took a liking to him from the start.
âYes, yes, I know, but you should really return to your quarters. Youâre still new, and nobody really trusts you that much,â you didnât like being blunt with the boy, though it wasnât like he was ever hurt by your words. You knew he had ulterior motives, and that his reason for climbing the tower differed any Regularsâ. You didnât fully approach him, didnât join him at his antics; no matter how friendly youâd like to be with Viole, the tower wasnât so forgiving â whether with its tests or its politics.
âNot even you?â He asked so naively. You wondered how he could still have that childlike innocence despite being so wronged and betrayed. You hummed at his question, already abandoning your mission as a member of FUG; instead, you sat down next to where he was standing, leaning against the rails. Youâve noticed that he constantly seeks some sort of peace within the shinsu above â you never really understood that. âFor what itâs worth, I do trust you. Maybe not fully.â
âI see,â he nodded with a rather soft smile, glad that he had someone by his side. It was rough training under this organization and living by the will of others. It came as a shock to Viole when he was proclaimed God â he could never fully accept that, it simply didnât sit well with him. Power didnât mean anything to him, and he would always question those who wanted it. âI trust you too, (Y/n). Thank you for being with me.â
You hummed once again, a notion of affirmation. Was it so bad that youâd rather protect this boy than continue with your ideals? You were no stranger to the bloodshed of FUG, yet you still kept loyal to the principles of it. Maybe there would be a day where change would be implemented, though you wondered if you could walk that path. The silence stretched over the two of you as Viole kept his gaze high, all while you kept yours low.
It was a funny contrast, really. His head in the clouds, and you being completely grounded â maybe he shouldnât trust so easily, and maybe you should trust more.
âItâs still very hard for me to accommodate,â he sounded sorrowful, and you perked up at this. The only time you werenât watching the ground, you would watch him. âI do not know how Iâll manage to continue, and Viole seems a stranger to me.â You always found it weird how he would speak in third person, though it dawned on you that you donât know his true identity. It was intriguing seeing him so full of grief, in such a bitter state.
But you were always there â someone he could rely on â werenât you?
âMaybe you still didnât find yourself, and this is just a necessary path to take in order to achieve what you will want.â You spoke in almost a whisper, though your tone wasnât gentle. âAlso⊠Take it from me, ignore the ones throwing themselves at you. Itâll only wear you down more. Keep your sanity.â
âI will try to, thank you,â and his tone matched yours. âThank you for always finding me.â
Ah, he genuinely smiled at you, and you couldnât deny that youâd rather abandon any of your desires for this man â boy, he was still a boy, at least in your eyes.
âYou can always count on me to find you⊠Or for anything else. Yes, Iâve decided so.â Instead of mourning about future decisions and the obstacles that could be, you took on a lighter tone. You hopped from your sitting spot, grinning at him. âNow, come on, letâs go before anyone finds us, okay?â
This time around, he actually listened to you; and so, he followed you as you would follow him. Despite not knowing his true name nor his past, youâd fight for his future.
The satisfying click of a figure being placed felt heavier than you thought it should. Observing the board thoroughly, your brain raced with different combinations of your current move and your opponents countermeasures to aforementioned. Maintaining a straight face, you played accordingly â avoiding a checkmate, to the best of your abilities. It was a funny predicament you have found yourself in, chess merely serving as a metaphor for the real storm brewing underneath those blue, piercing eyes. You had never meant to challenge the monster sitting across of you, alas information was at stake.
Though, you wondered if you were predestined to play the mouse in this game of chase.
At your thought-out play, the blue haired man put a stop to his haste, retracting his hand ever so slightly â he was intelligent, seeing through your trap for him. He chuckled freely, moving his hand to the correct piece. You bit on the inside of your cheek; of course, you hadn't expected an easy win. Khun was notorious for crushing his opponents with inhumane comebacks. This time was no different, it seemed, as you have already embraced defeat as a dead mouse. His gaze fell on you, certain boredom seeping through â it was a direct insult and a petty tactic all the same. The only part you felt insulted by is that he ranked you as one of his usual obstacles in this tower. You sighed as you took in the positions of each piece.
"You see, Aguero," you began carefully, trying to avoid the claws of the cat, "your first mistake was playing white," you grabbed your black knight, moving it in the natural route of his, "your second mistake was trying to rile me up," you placed the knight, now his king interlocked between your pawn and a rook, "and your third mistake was ignoring these, seemingly, useless pawns," you clasped your hands together, placing your chin atop of them; a smirk present on your features. You weren't mocking the lightbearer, you were simply giving him the same treatment he had given others, "checkmate."
He mimicked your expression without fail, "check, you mean." He corrected, confident in his observations. Your brows furrowed, any sign of victory long gone from your face and emotions, and you examined the board once more. There were no possible moves for him, so you knew he wasn't referring to the game of chess. You sighed, relaxing your features into a genuine smile. He was always full of surprises, wasn't he? It almost infuriated you, though it was hard to feel any envy or wrath when you admired the man so much.
"Ah, what is it that I have missed?"
"The rules, my love," he leaned back in his chair, stretching without a care in the world. The claws you so desperately avoided seemed to have been on full display now, and he was waiting on the moment to pounce â it would have been disastrous had you not won the first game.
"Were we actually playing chess? Or were we playing a rather..." His eyes twinkled with mischief, and he seemed full of life. You couldn't deny that it looked marvelous, "different, bigger scaled game?"
"You are quite right, therefore it's more of a stalemate."
"Bingo," he pointed at you with the biggest grin. He had already taken into account the loss on both sides had it been an utter defeat; had he let you win? You rested your head in the palm of your hand, slightly pouting at the thought. You didn't very appreciate Khun toying with you like this, though it couldn't be helped as the intellectual difference was rather large between the two of you. "A mouse managed to escape the cat, but the cat isn't really dead, right?"
"Think of it as Schrodinger's cat. The mouse entered the hole, but if you cannot see the cat, am I truly dead or am still waiting for you?"
"I'd certainly be flattered if you were still waiting for me." Perhaps it was a low blow. The relationship you shared was complicated within the tower, never truly being free to experience the happiness of regular life. There was no room to settle down in any sense, no room for emotions when you were climbing. Any day now, you could see his blood or vice versa. He frowned at your comment, the light in his eyes physically dimming. Or were you so immersed that you were imagining things?
It was luck that you two were facing off, luck that it was a game you both knew how to play well, and ultimately... It was luck that did not allow you to be together.
"(Y/n)," and when he called your name so sweetly, how could you refuse him? How could you still climb the tower, when it was the stars that you wanted to give him? You gnawed at the inside of your cheek, thankful that this game was conducted only for your eyes to see. "We'll start climbing the tower together soon. I hope you're waiting for me, too."
"Of course I am. How could you even say that, Aguero?" You tried not to show him how upset you were. You desperately tried to suppress these emotions, as you knew it would only be harder for him. You dismissed any further argument with a sigh, all while standing up from your chair, "we have already exceeded the game's time limit. The others are waiting for results."
"I know," he confirmed, already on his feet and in front of the exit of this confined room, though his back was turned to the door. You approached him like any other time, though you were dreading the departure. His arms embraced you so naturally, and your soul felt like it was finally home, after eons of yearning and suffering. You held onto him tightly, afraid of letting him go, but you didn't dare spill tears over the matter.
The silence wasn't pleasant, though words would have broken the dam. You look up at him, seeing saddened eyes â all while he cups your face gently, and you lean in without another thought. You kissed him, you let him know the love you hold for him, and you knew how much he, too, loved you through and through. It felt bittersweet.
"Ah, by the way, I already know the information you possess." He grinned at you, opening the door. You rolled your eyes playfully, passing through the doorway first, "what? You thought I went in blind?"
"Didn't expect anything else, my love."
Nothing more was added, the separation taking place as if neither of you had known one another, the countless eyes of teammates and foes on you now. You didn't dare look at his retreating form.
Super self-indulgent request here, but how about something set pre-Workshop Battle season 2 in which the Male Reader helps Viole/Bam to open up?
I loved this request a lot! I had an image of pure intimacy and trust, and I hope that my writing managed to portray it!
There werenât many things that could calm Baam down nowadays. The companions beside him only fueled his anxiety and reminded him time and time again of his purpose â a purpose that was bestowed upon him without much questions asked; so he closed himself off.
It was better this way, not thinking about the past nor the future, let alone the present. He would deliver whatever was asked of him, dispose of anyone in the way of this organization that had supposedly saved him and allowed him to become stronger â to chase after the only part of him that he ever knew, or at least had any memory of.
The artificial sky could bring some calm to him, and it could make him feel at home. He could never see the stars of the legend, nor did he understand or care much about them, but it made him feel at peace â especially after meeting such a long lost friend. Despite his urges to merge their travels, he knew he couldnât return to that team. Ever.
âAh, youâve returned to the sky again?â Of course, there were some exceptions to what made him feel at home. The gentle voice of a newfound precious friend found Baam in the calm of the night â better said, in the calm before the storm. He turned towards the male, greeting him with a gentle smile. (Y/n) seemed like a ray of hope he had long lost. âYes, I apologize if you were worried about me.â
You merely laugh at this, joining him on the balcony. âWhatâs got you so nervous, Viole?â You ask rather nonchalantly, trying not to put any additional pressure on him. You havenât known Viole for long, though you havenât really been fully naive to listen to whatever FUG may have come up with.
He seems to wait a second bit too long, contemplating on whether to lay down the truth now or wait longer. If he could wait for eight years, whatâs another more to come? Your smile drops for a mere second, âof course, you donât need to tell me anything⊠But, Iâm always around, yâknow,â you added, hoping to calm him down. His smile is full of gratitude, that much you could notice.
âNo, itâs alright. I cannot tell you the full details, butâŠâ He trails off, picking his words carefully. Both of you had been wary of FUG, on complete edge. Just because the artificial sky was calming, it couldnât erase the tension that was truly present. âMy name hasnât always been Viole. My name really isnât Viole.â His voice is soft, akin to the breeze you thought you felt â was it another illusion of shinsu, or was it just the aura surrounding Violeâ no, the boy in front of you.
He turns his full body to you, placing a hand to his heart, âmy name is the twenty-fifth Baam⊠But, please, donât refer to me as that,â he returns his hand to the railing, falling silently once more â a silence full of comfort and understanding. You gaze up at the sky once more, smiling, âitâs very nice to meet you, Baam.â
You didnât want to probe any further, as this was enough for you to know. For now. There was something about Baam so pure that you wanted to protect, and your soul felt relieved that you have created such a bond with him.Â
You hoped that he knew your intentions, as words felt unnecessary on this calm, wonderful night.
