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astyrial · 8 months

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smooth moves spencer reid x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: a touch of a hand brings out spencer’s poetic side word count: 1k warnings: mentions of murder/weapons, probably ooc masterlist | requests are open

the police station reeks with overrunning minds, each room becoming nearly unbearable. you grab your notepad, already heading out the door so you could have some fresh air. when pushing open the back door you instantly take a deep breath to take in the pennsylvania air.

your eyes close for a second, finally feeling at ease. within a few steps you see a bench, a little dirty, but ultimately better than inside the station. you sit down quickly, crossing your legs in front of you and opening up your notebook.

there's only a couple of things you know, the serial killer is male, likely in his thirties to forties, strained relationship with his father. which doesn't narrow it down entirely.. he kidnaps from similar places, late night laundromats, motels, etc.

you bite your lip, your eyebrows narrowing as you try to piece everything together in your head. he drops off typically at night, meaning he likely has a day job. probably a nine to five. but so does most of the population...

everything seems to drop off at a dead end, ending up with you tapping the notebook against your forehead. "i saw you sneak out, you okay?" a soothing voice questions from the back door of the police station.

you look up from the notebook and see spencer standing there, his head tilted in curiosity, "yeah, it just got too stuffy in there. i just needed some fresh air to see if i could figure something out."

"understandable, studies have shown that fresh air can help with stress and anxiety-" he suddenly stops as soon as he sees you smiling softly, your eyebrows lowered, "sorry, you don't need a lesson on the benefits of fresh air. i can help think of some solutions?"

a larger smile makes its way to your face, your hand patting against the spot besides you. "absolutely," he makes his way to the bench, sitting beside you, his leg touching yours.

you show him your notebook, explaining that you can't think of anything more defining about the crimes. he doesn't hide their faces, indicating he doesn't know them. he uses a knife that is then discarded next to the victim. no gunshot wounds, no foreign dna.

"maybe he's a cleaner. has a day shift in which he cleans out the motels and such, then he returns during the night. the killer would then know how to clean up the scenes," spencer turns to look at you, bringing his leg up so his ankle is resting on the other one.

you nod, thinking of it yourself, and it makes perfect sense. there were no signs of breaking in at the motel, meaning the person let them in or they had a key. "spencer you are a genius, i mean literally, but also this could quite literally be the key to solving this case. i need to message penelope to check cleaning companies..."

spencer lights up at the sound of you calling him a genius, your right hand haphazardly landing on his as you attempt to text penelope with one hand. he looks away from a second, his mind trying to stay on the case, but the thought of you completely overtaking.

"hopefully she can find something... you know, you always get this kind of look when we figure something major out with the case," spencer looks over at you, trying to interpret your reaction to figure out what he should say next.

"really? like a ridiculous, should tone it down look, or what?" you give him a lopsided grin, shrugging your shoulders at the clearly overwhelmed genius.

spencer shakes his head, unable to move his hand out from beneath yours, loving the heat that it creates. he gives you a lopsided grin of his own, "no, never tone it down… well it's like you’re glowing, like the moon is reflecting off of you and creating the perfect illusion."

"oh you're a poet now doctor reid? and thank you, no one has ever quite described me like that. or least not my appearance when i'm really happy with the result of something," your fingers wrap around the side of spencer's hand, your thumb rubbing against his.

he looks down at your hands and back at your eyes. his heart racing rather quickly, "i do know quite a few amounts of poems, memorized them because of my mom. i could recite some for you- but maybe when he return in virginia. it fits you well, your glowing complexion."

before you can even think to reply to his comments, the back door of the station opens. there stands derek his eyes looking between the two of you. with a smirk on his face, derek insinuates that penelope had been trying to message you that she found a common cleaning company.

you thank him quickly before heading back inside, letting go of spencer's hand while passing derek. "smooth move there, pretty boy, thought i was the only one who could get another fbi agent," he pats spencer's shoulder,

"we should probably head inside, especially if penelope found something," spencer motions towards the door, trying to the change the subject, but he can't seem to hide the very obvious smile lurking on his face, "we were just talking, trying to figure out the answer to this case. nothing extreme."

derek nods, shrugging his shoulders with an annoyingly cocky smile on his face, "if you say so pretty boy, because you were definitely holding hands there. probably getting your smoochin' on while solving this case."

spencer rolls his eyes, tilting his head back as he attempts to ignore derek's awful insinuations of the two of you. he turns to look away, noticing you opening the back door to call the two of them in. "not a word of this," he narrows his eyes at the casanova.

you open the door, your face glowing at the sight of spencer. and it didn't take long for his to do the same. he looks back at derek and shakes his head before moving forward into the building. maybe it wasn't the best time for the two of you to discover the chemistry building, but it is certainly memorable.

#spencer reid x reader #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader

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sometimes-i-write-good · 1 year

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Quite the Opposite

1.3k || “I’ll take the mask off if you take that shit off and show your face, luv.” “Negative.” You bat your eyelashes at him. If Ghost didn’t know himself any better, he’d swear his heart stutters. “Scared you’re ugly under there?” Those painted lips of yours quirk up into a smirk. “Quite the opposite, L.t.”

Genre: fluff

CW: none!

Author’s Note: ooc?? maybe. tooth-rotting and sweet?? absolutely.

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It was a rare day off. Not in the unexpected sense. Leave days were rigorously preapproved and, even if Ghost never jumped at the opportunity, he had racked up a serious number of days he could take off if he wanted to.

He never did. What point was there to rack up memories tainted by the dark corners of his past when he could stay and work and forget all the hurt for a little while. Ghost only every made memories when the military forced it on him. Creating a team with people like Soap where it was impossible to have a bland, boring day, forcing him to take leaves when it became obvious Ghost wasn’t going to take them himself, and, most importantly, when they forced him to meet you.

Forced, perhaps, is not the right word. But there’s no way Ghost could possibly admit to being the one that opened up first. He was Distance personified. Far away stares, no communication unless absolutely necessary. Protection. For his sanity and his heart and any other parts of him that had the slightest chance of slipping away from him. Protection from feeling when he’d already spent a painstaking amount of his life icing out anyone or anything that could hurt him.

Only that didn’t explain how he got here. Sitting in your room on base - more of an unused meeting room turned bedroom to give you privacy - waiting for you to finish up with getting ready.

He’d never understood what took you so long to get ready on days where you had all the time in the world. Ghost had watched you be first in line for attendance some mornings knowing damn well you’d rolled out of bed maybe three minutes before that - it wasn’t as though you were fully incapable of quickly getting ready to face the day.

“Almost done yet, kid?” He asks. You give him a hum that could mean ‘soon’ or ‘maybe when the week is out.’

The past thirty minutes have been full of pacing, checking the door to make sure Soap or Gaz weren’t on their way to steal you away from him for the day, and more pacing. This wasn’t a briefing to stand in the corner, motionless, waiting for Price to hand out information to memorize. This was him sitting in one of the small folding chairs staring at you turn your face this way and that in the dim fluorescent lights.

If his heart weren’t threatening to beat out of his chest every time he looked, Simon would spend the entire day watching you put on makeup. Brows furrowed in concentration; lips parted in a way that sends his mind to the gutter. You didn’t know how beautiful you really were.

“I don’t think you need all that shit on your face.” A gruff comment. One he’s said every time you ask if you can go ‘freshen up’ before the squadron heads to a tavern. Ghost shifts in his seat and the chair creaks beneath his large frame. “You look fine without it.”

The comment, as always, knocks a light laugh from your lips. A sound the stills the thundering in Simon’s chest just long enough for him to truly appreciate it.

“Ghost-” he leans forward, almost unconsciously when you say his name- “I wear makeup almost every day.”

He doesn’t say anything. What can he say? I genuinely thought your skin was just that clear. That would only prove Ghost to be one of those men who thought natural makeup was actually their natural face.

“And who are you to talk?” The lit to your voice draws Ghost’s gaze away from the door and towards you, all done up and finally ready to go. “You don’t need all that shit on your face either.”

Ghost raises a gloved hand to his mask, watching with amusement as you gesture to the black face paint under his mask. “I’ll take the mask off if you take that shit off and show your face, luv.”

“Negative.” You bat your eyelashes at him. If Ghost didn’t know himself any better, he’d swear his heart stutters.

“Scared you’re ugly under there?”

Those painted lips of yours quirk up into a smirk. “Quite the opposite, L.t.”

“Now you’re just taking the piss out of me.”

“Maybe.” You shrug and start gathering your things for a quick walk around the marketplace in town. A date. An outing that Ghost had carefully planned under the pretense of a bet from the last poker game he kicked ass on.

“Woah, take me out to dinner first!” You had thrown your head back in laughter at Soap, who had run into you on the way back from the pisser and caught your round the waist. His hand too close to your ass for Ghost’s liking, but you’d always known the right things to say to get out of situations like that.

“I’d love to, bonnie,” Soap had said, “but Ghost over there just ran me out of my last dollar.”

You’d turned, lips quirked then as they were now, and stared at Simon. He kept his gaze flat, uninvolved. Anything to try and keep you from saying what you were about to. “Maybe he should take me out to dinner instead.”

Your words had sucked the light, airy mood straight out of the room and replaced it with thick, sexual tension. Soap could hardly keep his jaw off the floor. Though that may have had more to do with the amount of tequila he’d had that night.

“If I win this hand, I’ll take you out for dinner, lass.” His words replaced the smug look on your face with a scowl.

“Spending too much time with Johnny?” You asked him. Brown arched in defiance.

You were a horrid cheater - at least, you were to a man who knew how to read situations. Ghost had seen your not-so-subtle glances at his hand, but he’d left his cards up for you to see regardless. It was entirely more entertaining for you to try and call him on bluffing without exposing that you were cheating.

Even harder for you to bluff now when you knew he had nothing. “I’ll take you up on that offer, Ghost,” you cooed.

Soap took a seat next to Simon. Your seat. “Can’t fold though.” He leaned forward to look at Gaz and Price. “None of you can. Wouldn’t be fair to Bonnie over there.”

Fair enough. The only useful thing Ghost had in this hand was a King. Surely Price could scrounge up a pair. Something to get him out of this situation Ghost had managed to put himself in because he wasn’t used to the way you loosened his tongue and pulled prayers from his lips.

Ghost hadn’t expected Fate to be on your side. He should have. Out of the shit had he had, everyone else’s were worse. “Fuckin’ hell. A high card. I win on a fuckin’ high card.”

“Coming, Ghost?” You ask. He can’t remember when you got over by the door but now, with the brighter halls illuminating half your face, he’s stun locked. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

There aren’t enough words in the English language for Simon to pull together and explain that you’ve been replaced by some version of a goddess.

“Surprised that I clean up nice?”

“Something like that?” He stands and makes his way over to you. Careful not to look in your face too long because the sultry fox eyes you’re wearing are more dangerous than any mission he’d faced before.

“Want me to do yours next?” You tease.

“Take off the mask?” He asks, and, when you nod at him, he replies with a curt, “Negative.”

“Are you ugly under there?”

“Quite the opposite.”

You shake your head fondly at him and his lips quirk up into a smile behind the mask. The last thing Simon ever expected to chink away at his frozen heart was a done-up face like yours, but he was quickly coming to realize one thing: you were unlike anyone he’d ever met before.

#simon ghost riley #Simon ghost riley x reader #simon 'ghost' riley #simon riley #cod mw22 #cod fic #john soap mactavish #soap mw2

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sashimiyas · 2 years

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Jump the Gun (And Into His Arms)

Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer, educated in the United States, avid fan of Godzilla, and polo shirt aficionado. According to your best friend, you are also 27 and lover of men who wear polo shirts and/or Godzilla costumes. It is a match made in heaven if his arms can even be considered that.

Genre: fluff; comedy (debatable); meet cute; Tinder matchup; your best friend is referred to as Bestie; reader is a market research analyst because this is my self-insert; slightly ooc Iwaizumi because I usually write him a little more embarrassed and romantically clumsy than this

Word count: 2k. help

A/n: there is no plot. This is me getting carried away saying Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer way too many times.

You thud into him, impact hunching you over for balance as you stutter back, and when you look up, your whole life flashes before your eyes. Your future actually. Your future is flashing before your eyes, but not so much flashing. He’s actually pretty solid and staring at you with a concerned but also slightly uneasy expression.

“Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer.” You whisper before you can even stop yourself. Hands cover your mouth a second too late, eyes widening at the words you just spoke into existence and you watch his face contort into actual horror.

You wish he’d take a step back so you have room to breathe. Should you? Or would that make you more suspicious? Does it even matter, because really, can you even recover from this?

When he finds his voice, all he says is, “Yes?”

It’s tentative and it feels like a loaded question. Like, yes, that is me, albeit I admit this unwillingly. Like, yes, that is me but how did you know that? Like yes, that is me but why did you say it like that?

“I– uhm,” You lift up the phone in your hand, pointing at it, but the excuse fades away because how can you find the words that describe what has happened in the last thirty minutes?

You hear your best friend screaming behind you before you even see her. Iwaizumi startles at the frantic sound and instinctively grabs your wrist as if to pull you back. (What the heck? Is this even real?) Hardly having any time to process the meaning of the physical contact, you’re pummeled from behind by your best friend.

“Give me my phone back!” She yells as she tries to crawl past your shoulders, reaching for your outstretched hand that is holding her phone, and consecutively being held by Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer as well.

“Miss. Can we calm–” He tries to start, but you cut him off with harsh whispers.

“Bestie. Bestie.” It’s a futile attempt to be discrete, but admittedly a valiant effort to save some bit of your dignity.

“Don’t bestie me.” She retorts back, aggressive as ever. Granted, you deserve this. A nice outing with your friend where she reveals she’s selflessly created a Tinder account for you over salad bowls and yuzu spritzers did not warrant a high speed chase on a lovely Sunday afternoon with her phone in your hand and her desperately trying to catch up after having to throw a wad of cash on the table since you decided to stiff the bill. You’ll zelle her later. “Give me my phone back. I can’t believe you! Just so you know, I’m totally messaging him now and I’m going to tell him all about–”

“Bestie, please get off me.”

The urgency in your voice makes her stutter, makes her look at you and whatever it is you’re trying to project in your eyes, (you’re hoping it’s desperation, drama, and dread – the triple d’s) she finds it. It all happens in slow motion, as if you witness a storm rally across her face – confusion to concern, and then when she looks up and registers that there is a world beyond only your two existence, does awe strike her face.

She hobbles off you and decides to clutch your upper arm for support.

“Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer,” she says as breathily as you did earlier.

Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer had been the topic of conversation for the end portion of your lunch. Your best friend had listed off a good deal of applicants she had swiped through, much to your equal dismay and reluctant curiosity.

Being married, she thinks it’s time for you to settle down. You don’t share those opinions, but entertaining the fantasy never hurts. That is, until she swipes through Iwaizumi’s profile.

Your best friend, as best friends do, immediately notices your interest beyond a superficial one. Educated in the United States, avid fan of Godzilla, polo shirt aficionado, and a cute picture of him and his friend in front of the Hollywood sign has you sold. His friend, despite being put in a headlock by Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer, is equally attractive, but in a more symmetrical kind of way, the one that society accepts and puts in magazines. This guy, on the other hand, exudes big brother energy. There’s a sturdiness to him, a capability that you can rely on and you’ve always been attracted to people that can take care of you.

“Ooohhh,” Bestie smiles when she finds you staring at his photos a little too long, “you like this one.”

“Nope.”

“You do!”

“I do not.”

“Oh my gosh, you do!”

The back and forth lasts much longer than it should and before you know it, you’re running out of the restaurant with her phone in tow before she can cause any damage. You were looking for a low-stakes date, one for shits and giggles, not someone you actually want to impress because you know you’ll definitely fail to.

And fail you do.

“We’ve established that.” The object of your desire looks at your best friend dryly and it’s then you notice that he still has your hand around your wrist. It’s massive. You want to shriek your way out of his grip but just the weight of his limb holds you in place. It feels like a trial run, one that ascertains all your assumptions. Capability exudes from his touch and tone alone. Is it possible to fall in love at first touch? “I am Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer.”

““Holy crap. When Tinder said you were 1 kilometer away, they weren’t lying.”

He ignores her statement, instead inquiring, “You are?”

“The bestie.” She grins, sweetness of spring upon her lips. Suddenly so well-behaved, she shoots you one side glance of warning before continuing her introduction. “27, Bestie’s matchmaker.” Then she shakes your upper arm, indicating to you. “And this is the matchmakee.”

That’s hardly a word but neither you nor Iwaizumi correct her.

“Also 27 and lover of men who wear polo shirts and/or Godzilla costumes.”

He gives you a peculiar look. “You like guys who cosplay as Godzilla?”

You open your mouth to retort but Bestie interrupts you once again. “If you're the one doing the cosplaying.”

“I don’t.” You and him both say to defend yourselves. That thoroughly entertains her, and when she glances down, her grin widens with her eyes full of manic and mischief.

“That’s okay. They’re also great at running and love it when men hold their wrist.”

His reaction time is much slower than you expect. He stares at where the two of you are joined for a second too long. You watch the way the tips of his ears flush, like red dye fading into water. He drops your hand immediately once he processes the sight. You grip your long lost wrist into your other hand, holding them in front of your face to hide the embarrassment growing behind it.

This is exactly what you had been trying to avoid but Bestie revels in it, especially Iwaizumi’s flustered look. Poor guy was living his life normally and unexpectedly crashed into not one, but two trainwrecks consecutively.

“Sorry about her.” You try to amend this situation even if it’s hardly salvageable. Your pride has slipped down the sewer grates, but maybe you can save Iwaizumi from her lack of shame. “She’s in one yuzu spritzer too many. Low tolerance for citrus. Scurvy or something.”

“I think scurvy is when someone is actually lacking vitamin C in their diet.”

“You did not strike me as pedantic from your profile,” Bestie observes beside you and you shove your elbow into her ribs, making her wheeze out the final word. She’s said enough and you know you’ve ruined this poor man’s day. He’ll probably call his mom about it, or maybe his therapist if he has one because this truly is one traumatic incident.

“We’re going to get out of your hair now,” You start tugging your companion out of the situation, eager to put this behind you. “Sorry about this whole thing.

“Hey, hold on.” He grabs your wrist, the same one he just let go of, and darn that authoritative tone. It leaves no room for no so you stop in your step. The three of you make an obstructive train on the sidewalk that requires people to awkwardly move out of their way to avoid you. He immediately lets go again when Bestie whistles out an easy there, Tiger accompanied by a playful grin. When you get a chance, you’re calling her wife because for some reason, she can’t behave herself without her.

You wonder why he keeps doing this. Latching onto your wrist like an eel, only to spit you back out as if you’re not his favorite flavor, as if he mistook you for matcha when in reality you’re wasabi. You won’t lie. It stings, at least a little.

The flush is back in his ears and dripping down to his neck like sunset bleeding into dusk. He hides his lips behind his fist, glancing down, before clearing his throat and staring directly at you. You almost flinch at the intensity of his gaze.

He says your name, last name then first. “Right? 27, market research analyst?”

“Right,” You hesitate the same way he did when the two of you first bumped into each other.

“I recognize you. I just matched with you on Tinder.”

Hardly processing, excessively blinking, “You? You just matched with me on Tinder? You swiped right on me?”

“Yes.” He chuckles nervously. “Did you not want me to?”

“Want? Yes. Expect? No.”

“Well, I did.”

“Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer just matched with me.” You mutter the sentence quietly to yourself, like a pep talk because the reality of the situation is hard to accept.

“Hajime.” He says, “just Hajime.”

“Just Hajime,” Bestie teases into your ear but still loud enough for him to hear.

“Oh my gosh. Are you sure you don’t want to unmatch after all of this?” You gesture into your companion’s general area. “After having to deal with this?”

“Well I’d rather go on a date without the matchmaker, but no.” He agrees softly and just the way he looks makes your heart burn. You want to squish him like a teddy bear for being so cute even when he looks rock solid. “I have my fair share of nosy friends. Nothing can compare to the way they act in public.”

You wonder if the friend from the Hollywood sign is one of them.

“I can tell when I am not wanted.” Bestie slips from your grasp and points her finger between you two. “But don’t forget that this happened because of me. I want to be mentioned in the wedding vows.”

Then she walks away, whispering into your ear that she will be at the FamilyMart across the street.

“Sorry.” This is what? Your third time apologizing for her? “She likes to jump the gun.”

“You like to jump into my arms.”

You open your mouth, pleasantly surprised by his statement, and try to defend yourself but find yourself speechless. Skimming past the golden curves of his shoulders and aiming your gaze at his biceps, you shrug.

“Yeah, I think I do.”

His entertainment is contagious, you think when his blushy chuckle makes your cheeks go taut.

A shake of his head, verdant eyes look at you, saying your first name, just your first name, testing it out on his lips. It’s not graceful but it washes onto you, smoothing out along your skin like a shower that transitions from cold to just right.

“Hajime.” You say, fighting the urge to complete his full biography. 27. Athletic trainer. Man I’m going to marry.

You quickly cross the last thought out. Bestie must have contaminated your brain for a second.

“Will you go on a date with me?” He asks.

“Will you cosplay as Godzilla for me?”

“I do not own a Godzilla costume.”

“Fine. I guess I can settle for one carry in those biceps of yours.”

“That, I can do.”

#reina.writeshaikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #i went manic and wrote this too fast #i think my word count has to do with the incessant dialogue i use now #sorry about that #this should be queued!#if i am on here please yell at me!!!!!

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yuyan · 10 months

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Mental preparation

A/n: this was written on a whim and unedited so it's really bad 😓 Also requests are open so send please!!!

Little drabble

Synopsis: Despite all of heizou's confidence and flirtyness, he really does get nervous when it comes to both of yours first kiss. (Based on my friend's first kiss, if you're seeing this, I apologise)

Tags: very ooc heizou (I apologise)

"Where should we go to next?" Heizou asked, watching you eye certain stores in the shopping center.

"Not sure," you said, "wanna take a break?"

"Sure."

The two of you found and empty bench in the middle of the mall. Many passed with shopping bags in hand or kids in tow. Giggling, squealing and laughter were just a few of the noises that could be heard.

You two sat in a comfortable silence as you contemplated where to go next when heizou broke your train of thought.

"I want to kiss you," he mumbled, a look of fondness in his eyes.

You whipped your head around so fast, you swear it fell off your head. Heizou's green eyes went a little wide, pink growing on his cheeks. You would've teased him on how cute he looked if it wasn't for what he said only a few seconds ago.

"Did I say that out loud?"

You have never nodded so fast.

"Oh."

Pink started to invade your own cheeks as you both looked at each other in silence. A small smirk played on heizou's lips as he said, "Well, can I kiss you then?"

"Oh, oh Sure," you smiled.

The Red head made an 'o' with his mouth as he backed up a little on the bench. "I didn't expect you to actually say yes."

You giggled. "Well I'm waiting," you said in a singsong voice.

"Not here," Heizou mumbled before taking your arm and dragging you to who knows where. He ran around the mall, dragging you along until both of you stopped in front of a unisex bathroom.

You raised an eyebrow and he just gave a sheepish smile. You entered first, leaving him to stumble quickly into the bathroom, behind you.

"Um well so are you going to kiss me?" you asked, looking back.

Heizou's face was flushed and he opened his mouth only to close it again, similar to a fish. "You kiss me!"

"You're the flirty one!" you argued back.

"Well, this is nerve-wracking..."

"And it isn't for me?"

"I-give me a minute."

You both stared each as the one minute turned into two and two turned into ten and ten into thirty.

"Um we don-"

Heizou cut you off with a quick peck on the lips and for a moment both of stared at each other, a little stunned. You could see the moment heizou realised what he'd done like a slow motion scene in a movie film. Without a second thought, he took off running out of the bathroom while you stayed there, still frozen. Your index finger gently grazed your lips, a small smile creeping on your face and the fuzzy feeling of red flooding your cheeks created a warm sensation in the pit of your stomach.

#yuyan writes #genshin x reader #genshin #fanfiction #genshin fanfiction #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #heizou #shikanoin heizou #shikanoin heizou x reader #heizou x reader #heizou fluff #ooc heizou #gn reader #heizou x y/n

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figurativepieceoftrash · 2 months

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Can I ask why you hate Vacation? Don't have to share if you don't want to, I'm just curious.

I wrote Vacation specifically to appeal to fandom trends and create something popular. I noticed that bnha readers tended to gravitate towards ridiculous, non-constructive, low-stakes crack fic with fandom humor, which I personally dislike reading/writing and find quite boring, and decided to attempt regardless bc my work never achieves the kind of engagement I want and I thought the dopamine hits would be fulfilling

Initially the insane stats were really nice! I got maybe thirty comments in the first day of posting (INSANE for my work) and a higher kudos to chapter ratio than I knew what to do with. Big fandom names who had never engaged with my work before were leaving stellar reviews, and I finally felt like something I'd written had a chance of going viral. The only issue was that I felt absolutely nothing for the story I was writing and in many cases outright despised the tropes I'd engaged with

I hate the badass Inko trope, the clueless, incompetent dfo trope, the genius Midoriya Izuku trope, fandomized dadmight, etc. etc. etc. the list goes on, but I'd realized that each of these tropes enable a fic to perform better despite how inherently reductive they tend to be. Which would be fine except that it led me to despise the way I'd portrayed characters I know I'm perfectly capable of liking in the right depictions and thus absolutely loathe writing them

Beyond this crack fic is. Just absolutely, monumentally, most definitely, infinitely and forever Not My Thing™️. Fandom humor relies on warping the characters involved in ways I feel are reductive and sticking them in situations they'd never realistically be in for the sake of a type of tongue in cheek "haha isn't [character a] so smart and wisecracking and [character b] so incompetent?" farce that just in no way appeals to me. Call me a fun killer, but I've always hated ooc comedy imagines and characterizations (the Izuku stealing a dead nighteye's merch/merch hoarding in general, Uraraka being a money-grubbing mizor, Aizawa loving cats/constantly adopting kids, Izuku is snappy and sarcastic and dfo doesn't impact him at all he says so what, etc. etc. I'm sure you can think of many more), incorrect quotes blogs, big bnha blog joke aus taken as canon, etc.

I tend to prefer comedies like Arrested Development, Always Sunny in Philadelphia, and Curb Your Enthusiasm where the humor arises naturally from the characters being the way they were designed to be in natural situations rather than like,,, warped funhouse mirror versions of characters losing or gaining a skull's worth of braincells to adhere to ooc characterizations the fandom collectively deems as funny on some arbitrary, indiscernible basis. I get fandom humor it just doesn't amuse me at all, and honestly I've blocked way too many bnha blogs for constantly shoving it in my face. No hate, it's preference, I just really prefer not to engage with it

Vacation was me shilling out my values and preferences to be popular and it didn't even perform as well as it could've to boot. Frankly writing it was really tiresome and unfun for me and I personally don't vibe with the brand of humor it has at all. It was a slog from start to finish and it was only two chapters long

I'm definitely not judging anyone who likes it, but it probably isn't something I'll ever revisit unless I'm in a REALLY bad place mentally and need writing validation lol

#sorry if this was tmi or came across as negative #I answered as honestly as I could and I'm a vety opinionated person #trash talking #ask tag

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kissekii · 3 months

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𝗞 𝗜 𝗦 𝗘 𝗞 𝗜 奇跡 — miracles. shigemo haruta's innate technique aptly named. when a miracle ( chance / luck event ) is witnessed, the occurrence is erased from shigemo's memory, however the luck is gained by shigemo who accumulates these fortuitous turns as displayed by the six maximum markings on his face. a fortunate event has to occur for a fortunate event to land in his favour, often life saving.

hello ! howdy ! this is an independent roleplay blog dedicated to shigemo haruta from jutjutsu kaisen. i know he's not a particularly . . . well-received character, so we'll see how this goes! haruta is an antagonist; his purpose is to be a little shit creating chaos or being pulled into chaos.

— themes include : death, murder, gore, violence, jujutsu politics, shenanigans. this is a pro villain blog. you write what you want to write; i am not here to police anyone. this is fiction ! ✧ you can also find me at @drippingheart ; my main and most active blog.

𝟎𝟎 details on haruta. ✧ 𝟎𝟏 promo. ✧ 𝟎𝟐 visuals. ✧ 𝟎𝟑 memes.

✧ 𝟎𝟏 I run a mutuals only blog. If I follow you, I want to WRITE with you. I don’t collect followers and like to keep a tidy blog of people who interact with me. Since you’re reading this, that means you care enough to do so. I won’t bite your head off; please feel free to send memes or hit me up for a thread idea. I often clean up my follow list through soft blocks.

✧ 𝟎𝟐 Quality and quantity fuel my motivation! I truly enjoy world building, scene progression, and character development. I am more willing to wing things and write shorter, more chill threads here as opposed to my main blog. Haruta is silly in between the madness and violence, so quirky threads are welcomed as much as extensive plotting.

✧ 𝟎𝟑 This is an 18+ blog as I am nearing my thirties. I don’t foresee posting NSFW images, but I write heavily graphic scenes thus don’t feel comfortable writing with minors. Any suggestive aesthetics or sinday memes will be tagged as after dark .. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, and I don’t want to make any of my followers uncomfortable.

✧ 𝟎𝟒 I don’t have any triggers and don’t tag any triggers. Threads are generally rated M, but I can go PG-13 depending on who I am writing with. I do not shy away from violent and graphic scenes fyi; I really enjoy writing them actually! I encourage you to message me if you would like to write out something extremely graphic. Violence aside, smut may make an appearance. It is not the goal of my writing. If there's chemistry in the thread and between the writers, well ... who am I to say no though this is Haruta we're talking about so it won't likely happen.

✧ 𝟎𝟓 I do moderate edits and formatting. Formatting isn’t a deal breaker with me honestly. I prefer length over pretty aesthetics. I do ask that you cut posts; I won’t be following if you don’t cut your posts or fail to tag your posts — all of your posts especially your ooc ones.

✧ 𝟎𝟔 When it comes to asks/memes, I treat them as independent little snippets. Sort of like insights with some or no background information. Sometimes I write them intentionally vague because it's what comes to me at the moment. I do not treat ask responses as starters, however you are more than welcome to continue a response of mine if you like it enough!

✧ 𝟎𝟕 Crossovers are loooooved to other animes/mangas, video games, to shows and movies. Do not be afraid to reach out with crossover ideas. I am also very much interested in AU threads especially involving Haruta's past and into the culling events.

✧ 𝟎𝟖 I am a manga reader who reads the chapters as they come out. Any spoiler related things will be tagged as jjk spoilers .

#𝟬𝟬 out of luck .#jjk rp #jujutsu kaisen rp

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up-risingrp · 1 year

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zeveth · 1 year

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ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʷᵃⁱᵗˢ ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁿᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵗʳᵒˡ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉ ᵃᶠᶠᵃⁱʳ ⁱᵗ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵘˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠᶠᵉʳˢ ⁿᵒ ᵖᵃʳᵒˡᵉ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵗᵉᵖ ᵃʰᵉᵃᵈ // original vorta character from star trek ds9 // written by indigo

#star trek rp #science fiction rp #sci fi rp #indie rp #lets??? GOOOOOOOOOO #GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRLS #TO THE THIRTY FACES YOU CREATED. [ OOC. ]#a.lison m.oyet personally bonking me on the brain every single day w a rubber mallet #hi i know. its midnight

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infinitegalahad · 3 years

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GENERATION KILL: COMFORTING THERE PARTNER

"This is just me formally submitting a request for that gk boys offering their own forms of comfort fic/ headcanon/ thoughts wtevr. Lol just as a reminder. 😀"@theboardwalkbody

Gif Credit: @ymagor

A/N: You're wish is my command, homes❣️ Here's a little change of pace! @theboardwalkbody inspired this post (and asked it!), so thanks for the Inspo friend! 🤩 I'm doing this for BoB and TP because I'm going through a slight writer's block and instead of thinking about long descriptions, I just wanna so head canons that get a little out of hand. I hope this isn't too ooc😔 Reader has *inserted mental illness* btw, it's up for interpretation! ALSO GN! READER! Enjoy!

Taglist: @theboardwalkbody @contrabandhothead

Masterlist

NATE FICK-

Nate's a calculated person. He can see the patterns in people, things, etc. Like how his father's eyebrows wrinkle when he's excited, or when his mother likes to prep a meal from vegetables to the main course. So when you're happy, sad, whatever-he knows it, and you don't even have to tell him.

He'll come home and see you. He knows that you've heard him calling you're name, but you don't move. He looks all over the house and finds you inside of your tub, just sitting there with no response. The water is running, and your clothes and hair are soaked.

So in an attempt to not disrupt your peace, Nate climbs in and sits next to you. You look over and he's stares at you. Just as your about to speak, he beats you to it.

"I'll get you a towel and some clothes."

And then, he just leaves. You hear the door quietly shut, and you blink for a few seconds. What the hell just happened? It snapped you out of your depressive trance. Now instead of feeling sad-you just were confused.

So you hear the door lightly open again and then close. After a few more minutes of soaking, you get out and see a towel and a set of clothes that are most certainly not yours. It's Nate's Dartmouth Lacrosse sweater and a pair of underwear-he knows you too well.

So you exit the bathroom and you see Nate, putting two cups down of you're favorite tea

And he's got that face. You know the face were he's like ☹️

"Hey, c'mere."

The two of you climb into bed with eachtoher. He throws one of those ugg blankets over you. You rest his head in his chest and he pats your head. There's a silence, until Nate says, "Do you wanna walk about it."

Normally, you'd say no and he'd read you a book you're reading or hold you as you cry, but this time, it's different.

"Yeah, I do. You won't judge, right?"

Nate tilts you chin up, and he's got a tired smile on his face.

"Why would I?"

BRAD COLBERT-

Brad may appear horrible with emotions and reading the room...in which he isn’t

Okay, scratch that. He tries to understand them, it’s just hard for him to give advice and use words to comfort you. He feels like he’s walking on glass, But sometimes, you just need him psychically more then anything.

When you storm out of a room when Chaffin makes a comment on your weight, Brad takes a few minutes to think what he should do.

Normally, he’d just leave you be, but he’s gotta do something. Getting up, he follows you down the hallway. You’re not far, and he’s calling you’re name.

You stop in the hallway, wiping the tears coming down toye face. Brad turns you around with his hands on your shoulder. He’s got a blank face on as he looks at you, seeing your red face and the tears.

While you sob and stutter, he fixes the collar of your shirt, tucks your hair behind your ear, which is normal. He likes to neaten you up to make you feel better.

But he starts to use his thumb, wiping the tears coming down your face. You shocked as he cups your face, making you look into those icy cold eyes. He looks like the Iceman, cold and emotionless, but what he says very Brad.

“You’re beautiful.”

Then he pulls you into a tight grasp. He’s a whole foot taller then you, and you like the way he snakes his hands around his waist and slightly lifts off you your feet. His sheer presence is intimating, but for you; comforting.

RAY PERSON-

THIS MAN. although a hick with a big mouth, he does know when to shut up and can read you’re emotions like the back of his hand.

He can just see the sadness swelling in your eyes and the way you pick at the foot at your plate and avoid all of needs for cuddles in bed. Heck, it’s making Ray sad.

So he does what he does best-not shutting up, well-about things he likes about you.

“Man! Look at my hot girlfriend/wife! There reading books by the liberal media, total smartie here! Oh! And they have a degree from-“

Ray will also beg for to your attention and follows you around like a puppy. Like you’ll be sitting on the couch and he’ll come rest his head on your lap. You ignore him, but he starts to twist and quote random movies so you finally give in.

Is Ray annoying? Yes. But did he make you smile? Also yes.

Also Ray is a cook, and knows all of your favorite meals. Of course, he sets the table, lights a few Mantown candles (yes there real google them), and comes to serve your meal with two plates.

“The most beautiful man/woman I have ever seen, the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the Avril to my Bizzy D-you’re hot pockets.”

It makes you laugh, which makes Ray happy. He feeds off of that attention. You sit in Ray’s lap, eating hot pockets, and watching The Best Damn Tour. You lean on Ray’s shoulder, and he leans right back.

POKE ESPERA-

Alexa play Whatta Man’ by Salt-N-Peppa BECAUSE! WHAT! A! MAN!

Poke is one tough mofo. He embodies the meme of “Good morning to my beautiful wife/husband and child everybody else get fucked”.

But like every baddie; baddie’s gotta have soft spots for there bitches. He has two; you and his daughter. And oh god he’s love the two of more then anything in the world.

Poke knows you and his daughter well enough. His daughter first notices that your not as enthusiastic and bubbly, and then she tells Poke. But Poke already knows because he’s observant and very in touch with his emotions.

So when he’s a work; he thinks and does a lot of self reflection. He wonders why you’re upset. Did he cause it? What can he do to make it better? He asks all the guys for advice, and even his own daughter.

An idea strikes! Poke’s got a lot of anger, so his therapist told him to express his emotions by journalling. But Poke learns that it helps him get everything out of system, so he’s a secret writer. Heck, he even likes poetry; and would kill anyone if they’d find out.

While off at work, small letters start to appear across you’re house. Some are long, some are short, but there sweet and make you’re day.

“I held the stars in my arms wen I held you”

“I can’t wait to kiss you.”

“Your eyes stole all of my words away”

And the covers of the notes are done by Poke’s daughter, covered in glitter and Lisa Frank stickers.

You confront Poke about this “mysterious pen pal” and Poke is like “I mean, your lips do sound tempting”

You know it’s Poke, and he knows it, but there’s something about the mystery that is very romantic.

WALT HASSER-

Here comes our favourie country pumpkin

Now let me say. This man LOVES you more then anything the world

Doesn’t wanna show you off (but he does)

So when you’re the slightest bit sad, Walt is even sadder then you are

Walt is someone that lives to receive attention, and also he’s someone that likes to give it. Especially to the love of his life!

Walt gives you things you actually need, and nothing that is materialistic. Growing up, his parents had a healthy relationship, and the apple clearly doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Waits on you hand and foot. A back massage? Done. A fuzzy blanket? Right on it! A specific burger from a joint that is thirty minutes away at three in the morning? Walt’s driving like a manic just for you. You have the man’s undivided attention.

“Walt?”

He stops whatever he’s doing and runs over, getting on his knees, “Yeah, what’s up baby?”

“Can you sing the song? Y’know, our song?”

Walt nods his head, now an eager puppy, and gets his gutair to play the song he wrote especially for you. And this is making me realize how painfully single I am oh my

RUDY REYES-

Rudy has an iv of respect woman/men juice. He always understands the assignment-and desires extra credit.

So whenever you’re down in the dumps, Rudy will drop everything and drag you into the car to go walk on his favorite trail. It’s ten miles long, but Rudy is a fitness freak.

First, you hate doing it. But the more you talk these long walks, the more you begin to enjoy it.

Sometimes there silence. Rudy won’t speak force you to talk. Talking is stressful, and Rudy will wait until you’re ready. The two of you holds hands, and Rudy has such a calming presence. It’s really hard to get angry at him.

You finally speak and tell Rudy you’re problems, and he listens and doesn’t interrupt. He’s got a hand on you’re lower back, or on your thigh. He’s basically you’re emotional support teddy bear and will always be a lending ear, or a total cuddle monster.

Rudy has the best advice as well. It’s always some yoga shit, but damn, those breathing exercises do actually help.

EVAN “Q-TIP” STAFFORD-

Oh Q-Tip. My feral goblin son😭

I love him, but sometimes-things can fly over his head.

But when you start to ignore him and hide away from him, he begins to notice. And he HATES IT.

Like Christianson will ask him if he’s okay and he’ll literally quote a 2pac song and be like,

“I would drop all my girls for you, Walk barefoot 'round the world for you, Fly around like the birds for you, Thats why I wrote these words for you..”

Lilley is like “Brah we gotta help a homie out”

So the three stooges create Lovegate. The mission? to make Q-Tip’s partner happier.

Q-Tip is very artistically inclined. So with Christenson’s editing skills and Lilley’s camera, Q-Tip writes you a song and does a whole music video.

The man rents out a movie theatre venue just to show you. Of course, you’re blown away. It’s horrible and you can taste the autotone, BUT IT’S THE EFFORT THAT COUNTS. and q-tip has that smile on. you know what i’m talking about!

Doc Bryan walks in on the two of you making out and is pissed since all he wanted to do was see the re-screening of Bridemaids but NO, Q-Tip just had to rent out a theatre to show his partner a music video about them and then make out.

He see’s Lilley, who’s recording and asks to interview what Doc’s opinion on the music video, and this is what he’s says.

“I think my ears bled, but thank fuck those two aren’t acting like emo’s.”

DOC BRYAN-

The gif has a purpose. Trust me. SPEAKING OF THE MAN OF THE HOUR

Bryan, like Poke, is a very observant guy. He’s an angry motherfucker, and even a little insensitive, but ever since dating you; he’s tried to change.

He hates the world. People are shitty, and it makes him feel shitty that you’re sad because when you feel shitty, he’s in a shitter mood then he’s usually in

Knowing that his words might sound a little harsh, Byran knows how to distract you. Without words. After all, he didn’t work out for nothing.

Long hugs are you’re thing. The two of you will run into eachother, find a private place, and he’ll just wrap his arms around you. His big arms are protective, and he’s warm, and you just sink into him.

Sometimes, you’ll fall asleep. Byran sometimes will fall asleep with you, other times he’ll gently lay you down and put a blanket with a gentle forehead kiss.

When you cry in his arms, he’ll wipe the tears away. He can feel them against his arm, and he doesn’t know what to do. Crying girls/guys are not his speciality.

But when you squeeze his arm back, to let you know what your there and that you love him, Byran will freeze. He has no idea what to next with words. He’ll put his hand over yours, and turns out; it works well.

After this is all over, he’ll check up on you and ask you simply if you’re okay. You respond with a smile. Byran isn’t one for smiles, but for you, he shows a subtle smile back. Just to let you know.

#carrie writes #carrie’s headcanons #generation kill #nate fick #brad colbert #ray person #poke espera #walt hassar #rudy reyes #evan stafford #doc bryan #generation kill x reader #generation kill headcanons #generation kill imagine #hbo war

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thesunflowersutra · 3 years

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HI DARLING, PLS I NEED A LOKI/MOBIUS FIC

ok, so, it's very hard for me to choose only two, because THREE WOULD BE PERFECT, but

27+58, or 49+35 you can choose what do you feel more comfortable. OR NOT I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU HEAD IS WORKING TODAY

anything I'll be more than happy

love u sweetie pie

HI SAH MY BELOVED!!! okay so we talked and you let me use other tropes because I am dumb dumbs and I read it wrong but. i accidentally forgot to use one of the numbers you choose and I actually used the other one. anyways. I used three tropes because it's for YOU and you deserve all the tropes and even more. Also, I'm sorry if Loki is a bit OOC. You know that I'm getting to know them besides Avengers movies now and I'm still catching up with this god of trambiques. ANYWAYS. You got: Sick fic + fake marriage + mutual pinning. and I wrote you a Whole Ass Thing because who am I if not sah's robot? hehe you can read it here or under read more! I hope you like it hihi LOVE U BESTIEEEE Send me two AUs + a ship and I'll try to combine them in a story!

Mobius was someone peculiar by nature - at least to Loki. His awkward manner and his absolute belief in the guardians of time and the sacred timeline were definitely rather annoying and true obstacles for the god of mischief who, by now, was already somewhat tired of maintaining that scheme of cooperation with the TVA. However, he kept going. Not only because of the need to keep himself in there and in good eyes by the agents of the institution but, mainly, because of the presence of that same mortal so... distinct and odd.

However, that day, Mobius seemed a little stranger than usual.

It all started when, during breakfast, the agent's voice sounded slightly croaky and his eyes were a little redder; his movements were slow. Mobius was... ill? Loki squinted his eyes, staring at the creature on the other side of the table who was sipping a cup of matcha and orange tea with a certain annoyed expression on his face, so different from his slightly nonchalant manner of one who had control of time in his hands and nothing would surprise him - nothing, except, Jet Skis and the nineties in Midgard, apparently. "What is it?" asked Mobius to Loki, turning his gaze from his teacup to the Asgardian in front of him.

"Go get some rest, Mobius. You look terrible," replied Loki, aware that that was not the most polite way to treat the other - especially in that scenario where they needed to be a perfect suburban couple within the little illusion that Wanda Maximoff had created in a small American town. According to their investigations, the appearance of Agatha Harkness - a variant - there brought a strong possibility that they would find the variant they were looking for again and, since both he and Mobius had been in an unfavorable position with the TVA due to their setbacks with the other variant of Loki, they were working hard to make that mission work.

Even if the mission involved playing husband-and-husband in Maximoff's delusional paradise.

The agent, however, seemed slightly offended by Loki's comment, and frowned for a few seconds before the headache made itself present once more and he was forced to relax his expression and wrap himself a little more in the visibly worn brown wool cardigan they had found in the closet of their "home"" in Westview, Mobius muttered something like "you're not a Grand Canyon sight either, if you ask me," followed by a few sneezes that caused Loki to push his chair back a bit, away from Mobius's space.

"Okay, I give up. We're not going anywhere today and you're going to rest," the taller one declared, standing up and taking the cup from the shorter one, pouring some more tea, before returning it to the hands of a visibly confused Mobius at the care being offered him.

Part of him wondered if Loki was confused by the life they were living in Westview, undercover. Meanwhile, however, the Asgardian wondered how he hadn't assumed that Mobius was certainly someone who got cranky when he was sick. That was certainly something that suited him.

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Loki was trying to understand how a mortal thermometer worked, dangling the mercury from inside the object with a certain fascination, before a groan coming from Mobius - now lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket by the Asgardian - resumed his attention. "Thirty-six degrees Celsius," replied the taller one, receiving a confused look from the other.

"Really, do you use the Fahrenheit system? Like an American?" grumbled Loki. "You can't tease me, I'm sick," was Mobius's reply, and Loki couldn't help but smile, a little relieved to see that the other looked a little better after a bath, tea, and rest - enough to return to his normal state of returning his teasing.

Restricting himself to merely rolling his eyes, Loki occupied the armchair next to the sofa - far enough away not to invade Mobius' personal space (although he had done so numerous times that evening, forcing him to keep himself warm and at rest), but still close enough to help the other if he needed.

He noticed, however, a brief smile peeking out from under the blond's mustache and frowning, Loki stared at him, anticipating some stupid comment from the other. He was not surprised by what came next.

"Look at you, all worried about me," Mobius muttered, in his turn to tease Loki.

The certainty of what Mobius would do was enough to make the taller one ready to throw one of the pillows from the armchair in the other's face. "Quiet, mortal," he grunted back.

He would not admit his concerns for Mobius and his well being - and the other, in turn, would not admit how much all that care made him somewhat emotional. At least, they wouldn't do it any time soon.

#rottukongur #answered #loki #loki laufeyson #mobius m. mobius #agent mobius #loki x mobius #lokius #sick fic #fake marriage #mutual pining #sa deserves everything and moreeeee #this was so fun to write fiushduasui

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capricxs · 3 years

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𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐗𝐒 𝟏𝐗𝟏 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 : Reunion

The lakeside suburb of Willow, Maine, known for a multitude of lobster fishing business, was the home to a group of teenagers in the early 2000s. They were inseparable until graduation, when life took it’s toll, and no one’s really spoken much since. Now there’s been a mysterious letter to have shown up on their doorstep. Turns out, one of their friends is getting married. Now, after all this time, everyone is being asked to meet up at a lake house in Maine to help plan the wedding, and see if maybe things can be rekindled.

PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG.

LIKE IF YOU ARE INTERESTED, BUT ONLY AFTER READING WHAT IS UNDER THE CUT.

OOC INFO: Reunion is meant to be a plot for characters around the age of thirty-five, reuniting after approximately 15 years after their graduation, rehashing many of their past dramas and lack of communication. This is a mumu, best set with a group of six-or-so characters. It will involve lots of plotting/hc-ing of establishing the friendships back in high school, and the context to the drama they’re facing now.

1X1 RULES: You can read the full thing here. The big ones are:

I only write on discord.

I really love to hc and hope my partner does too. If you are not one to give back on hcs, I will lose muse.

I do enjoy hcing nsfw elements, I don’t often write it in threads though

I play characters of all genders and expect my partners to as well for this mumu.

I enjoy writing body diverse and plus sized characters. If you do not want to write against or ship with body diverse or plus sized characters, do not like this post. Not all of my character are, but I like getting this out of the way now so things don’t get weird later.

I have some pre-written characters that fit very well with this plot but also do not mind creating new characters for this plot as well.

I will likely pick up this plot with multiple people, but will try to only use the same characters once or twice. I am typically single-ship with my characters.

Check out the Verses Tag here.

#rpt #rpc #1x1 #1x1 rp #discord 1x1 #discord rp #indie rp #v: reunion #first one weeee !!#def like my Fave plot to write #verses.

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nomazee · 4 years

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Komorebi (6)

komorebi, final.

synopsis: Tsukishima dislikes the amount of parallels there are with you and Hinata. He dislikes the way you’re so energetic and exuberant when you want to be, and the way you can get along so well with people. He dislikes the way that people are naturally drawn to you, and the way you’re so willing to put time into your dumb gifts and snacks and treats for a team of boys you barely know. But Tsukishima does not dislike you. And he supposes that’s part of the problem.

series content: developing relationship, (sort of) ooc tsukishima, strangers to (sort of) friends to lovers, angst, fluff, slow burn

(the final part!! i don’t wanna ramble too much for right now so all of my final thoughts will be at the end!

love yall :) )

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Just like that, Tsukishima is back to square one.

The world goes silent for a few days. He hates to admit that he’s losing sleep over you, but at this point he’s too far gone to care what anyone thinks about him. Except for you--and while he knows that assuming things is bad, he can only conclude by the way you looked so scared of him before, that you do not think he’s a good person.

(The gifts you gave him nearly contradict that assumption. But he ignores those for the most part. The scarf you gave him a while ago rests on a chair in his room and more often than not he finds himself staring at it during the deep hours of the night. He hasn’t worn it yet.)

Yamaguchi keeps giving him glances during class--not that that’s any different from before, but it irks him more now that he’s actually seen you. The blonde wonders if his friend knew about you, knew that you were going to drop something off in that moment and just never thought to warn him. Maybe you two were plotting that together, like an odd sort of revenge tactic.

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know a lot of things. What he does know is that he’s tired, and he misses you, and he wants to be warm again.

The morning is cold when we wakes up. He wasn’t really sleeping--it was one of those nights of a daze of exhaustion where he kept blinking himself awake. At five-thirty AM, he sighs, staring at the blank, matte wall of his ceiling. Tsukishima wills himself to crawl out of his bed and get ready for school. It’s still dark outside, the flames of daylight creeping up on the horizon while he steps around his room.

He’s ready to leave by six. His mother is awake, sitting in the kitchen sipping hot tea and scrolling through her cellphone. She catches a glimpse of her son walking through the front door--Tsukishima feels her pensive gaze on him but refuses to say anything, just like always.

The air is cold. Despite the long-sleeved uniform he’s wearing, Tsukishima feels ill-prepared to face the day, in more than one way. Nevertheless, he lets go of his reluctance at the door and trudges onward in the frigid air, nose flushed with red and cheeks going numb in a matter of seconds.

(The scarf is in his bag now rather than his desk chair, hidden beneath his books and folders and pencils. He wants to wear it, knows he should, but his guilty conscious tells him to leave it unworn for now.)

The walk passes by quickly, far too quickly for his comfort. Before Tsukishima knows it, he’s faced with the front doors of the very school he dreads to enter.

His fingers tingle with numbness as he pulls at the metal handles of the door. The school is quiet, empty for the most part. The faint shuffle of teachers in their classrooms echoes throughout the halls as his feet lead him to Class 1-4.

There’s a faint pitter-patter of footsteps from inside the classroom. Tsukishima passes it off as one of his teachers, again, but the sight he’s met with when he walks through the doorway gives him a disturbing sense of deja vu.

You’re there, at his desk--the same bracelet from a few days ago resting on top of a box that you seem to have just placed on his desk. You blink up at him owlishly. He can only return the gesture, dumbstruck as he is.

It’s too reminiscent of the events from a few days ago. Once again, his eyes are prickling with stinging pain and his throat dries up.

He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what to do.

What does he know, he wonders. He knows he hates crying. It’s unfortunate that that’s the only thing he seems capable of doing.

It’s all overwhelming for him. The cold of the outside lingering on his skin, the sheets of sunlight pouring through the window as the sun rises, your eyes, your sheer presence in front of him. It piles on his shoulder and soon he feels liquid heat pouring down his cheeks.

Tsukishima Kei is crying. In front of you, in a classroom, watching you grip the box in your hands and stare at him, unmoving.

His throat hurts. He tries to choke down any audible sobs, but loud, ugly sniffles echo throughout the room. He wants to fall through the floor, squeezes his eyes shut so he doesn’t have to look at you. He can’t bear to know that you find him pathetic, even more so than he already seemed in the last few weeks.

Distantly, he recognizes the sound of footsteps coming closer to him but tunes them out in hopes that he’s just imagining them. A hand finds its way to his shoulder--it’s warm, and he flinches. He knows it’s yours, knows by the heat of it and the comfort he feels from a simple touch. It’s the first time he’s felt your touch, but he feels so light now--so warm and comfortable and cloudy.

“Kei.” It’s your voice. It swims through the air and into his ears, sobs only increasing in severity at the sound of his first name on your lips. Your other hand comes to rest on his cheek, both sets of fingers gently brushing away the pouring stream.

Fond. Tsukishima Kei is very fond of the feeling of your skin on his. He hopes he can become well-acquainted with it, if he tries hard enough.

“Kei, it’s okay.” You’re so soft, voice low and lacking any hostility he expected you to have. Your thumbs pat at his under eyes, soaking up the wetness that pools.

“Can you look at me?” He’s stubborn, hand coming up to grip your wrist and lips clamped tightly shut to reduce the shiver of his entire body as he weeps. A gentle shake of his head makes you sigh--he knows the way he’s acting is so uncharacteristic but he can’t help it. Not with the feel of your hands on his face, your voice, the sound of his first name spoken by you still ringing in his ears.

“It’s okay. It’s alright. I’m here.”

You are here. It seems impossible to him, but you’re here. With him. With your hands giving him warmth and comfort and fondness. Everything he ever wanted.

His eyes blink open. Tsukishima Kei looks at you--really looks. Your lips are upturned, gentle as is the rest of you. The sun is halfway above the horizon now, the light from it filtering through the leaves of the trees that are planted outside the window. The golden rays hit your eyes perfectly, changing the hue the slightest bit and making him stop his tears momentarily--just to admire you.

You blink at him. You smile. Tsukishima Kei is in love, just a little bit.

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(so... this has been a wild ride.

first off i wanna say thank you for all the support i’ve received throughout this whole thing! it really means so much to me. i love you all so much.

im very proud of myself for finishing this. this is by no means the greatest product i could’ve created--it was a little bit messy, and the word count of the entire series (ab 6000 i think) is lower than some long oneshots i’ve seen.

there’s a lot of things i could’ve done better--no doubt about that. but i am very proud of myself for making this. for finishing a WHOLE multipart series,,,,yes it was short but......its here! i did it! i’m finished! very happy with this.

this series was mainly set in tsukishima’s own head--and i know it was probably at least a little disappointing that it was NOT action-based---and the fact that it was tsukki-centric was definitely a downer to some people because you didnt really get to feel what.... YOU would feel in that situation. we didnt get to see that here.

and its okay if that’s what you disliked most!!! in truth i think that was one of my biggest weaknesses writing this series. but i liked it this way, i think. i like trying to analyze characters within my writing and i think that, at the very least, this was a good challenge for me to try to take on with characterization and the like.

anyways....that’s it i think! thank you so much for supporting me, really. i’m very thankful for everyone whose liked or reblogged any of the parts to komorebi. you are all incredible i love you. <3)

(pssst!!! i’ll be talking about my 200 follower event soon. if you wanna participate, be on the lookout for that!!)

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #hq x you #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x you #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei x you #kei x reader #kei x you #kei tsukishima x reader #kei tsukishima x you #tsukki x reader #tsukki x you #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu oneshot #tsukishima fanfiction

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balillee · 3 years

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warning : long ass post

using some psychology knowledge about the memory to try and suggest why ranboo can only contact the dream voice when he's in the panic room, why ranboo forgets things, how he does it, why the voice manifests as dream's voice, and what the two halves of ranboo are actively trying to do:

okay, so the information in our brain, as per the multi-stage model of memory, travels from the senses (information stays there for less than a second), to the short-term memory storage (information stays there for about thirty seconds) and then to the long-term memory storage (information stays there permanently and can't be discarded, can be remembered through stimulus and recap), through attention and retention. some information however can decay from the brain when travelling from short term to long term, meaning that some of the 9 chunks of information per thirty seconds processed in the brain can be discarded if they're not focused on enough.

when information gets to the long-term memory, it is divided up in two different ways - into semantic (words meanings, information), episodic (events) and procedural (muscle) memory, and also into schemas. schemas can be loosely defined as building blocks of the brain that make up the information that we know and recognise, kind of like our brain's filing system. we can categorise things such as vehicles, and then create subcategories for things like cars, bikes, trucks etc. those are our schemas.

ranboo ooc described his character as having short-term memory loss, but imo this doesn't fit that well with what his character actually portrays. his character seems to be portraying more of a loss of memories in the long-term episodic storage, aka he struggles to remember past events, and has also shown some loss of semantic memories evident in his need to remind himself who his friends are.

what i can imagine is happening is that ranboo's brain is attempting to repress and block away memories that he finds to be traumatic, such as his apparent blowing up of the community house, and his trade with dream to get the cat disc (i'm taking the information presented in ranboo's stream at face value, just as a forewarning). this could suggest that ranboo's brain is blocking the pathways that lead to entire schemas in his long-term memory - for example, he could have an episodic schema about those times when he's on autopilot, committing crimes and working with dream to betray everyone - he blocks it off so that he doesn't have to be reminded of those memories, those memories that c l e a r l y cause him great levels of distress.

ranboo, when he's in the panic room, is thinking about dream, because there's a lot of stimulus there. the words on the walls pretty much all surround dream, such as the 'dream is the reason' sign, and he always stares at the smiley in the book when he's in there. so immediately he starts panicking, because the conscious part of his brain hates dream, and is terrified of what dream is capable of. and when he's thinking about dream, he's able to hear the voice that sounds like dream.

i've mentioned this briefly before somewhere, but after today's stream i'm not convinced that the dream voice in ranboo's head is evil like we all first assumed. i think it's a manifestation of his brain trying to tell him the hard truth, because ranboo, at his core, knows that while memories are painful and distressing, they're important because they're the truth, and you need to know the truth - especially the truth about yourself. the voice prompts ranboo to try and recover those memories himself instead of outright telling him what he did because the voice knows that outright telling ranboo is ineffective, because it hasn't worked before - he just denies it. the voice instead decides to help ranboo search for the truth himself by reminding him to think, focus and remember, and giving him points to remember from. if ranboo finds this information out on his own, then he's more likely to believe it. especially when the voice prompts him to find proof, such as the tnt and the disc.

so, you might be thinking - esclapo, if the voice is meant to be a manifestation of ranboo's brain telling him that he needs to start remembering before things go to shit, why is the voice dream specifically?

this is ranboo's defense mechanism.

ranboo finds remembering distressing - every time he's been told about or reminded of bad memories, he has a panic attack or he at least freaks out. so if he subconsciously hears the voice as if it's dream talking to him, then he can fight back against it and fight against that distress. ranboo doesn't like the real dream, seeing him as evil, and as a liar, and so he'll interpret the voice of dream the same way.

it's two sides of his brain fighting with each other. one half is prompting him to try to remember in the most quick and efficient way, so that nothing else bad could happen. the other half is trying to protect ranboo from any further distress by stopping him from recalling those bad memories. both parts of his brain aren't evil, nor are they trying to hurt him, they just have different ideas of what's best for him.

most people interpret the easily noticable division in ranboo, evident in his colour scheme, to be the fight between his good half and his evil half, or the enderman half and the non-enderman half, or the conscious and the unconscious halves (as it could be argued that the times he's worked with or on behalf of dream are ranboo on autopilot, as he's been told he's 'much different in that state'). but, from a psychological standpoint, those two halves could be comprised of the one that tells ranboo he needs to remember, and the one that's scared and trying to forget.

#dream smp #dsmp #dream smp theory #dsmp theory #dream smp analysis #dsmp analysis #ranboo #dsmp ranboo #dsmp canon #dsmp lore #ranboo dsmp #dream smp ranboo #ranboo dream smp #dream smp canon #dream smp lore

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