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NOBODY’S SON, NOBODY’S DAUGHTER. luke (pjo) pt 1

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( master list )

IN WHICH… Y/N L/N, after spending a decade at Camp Half-Blood, still remains unclaimed. Luckily, Luke is there to keep her company as her good friend. And to, perhaps, provide a bit more.

“I’m in the wind, you’re in the water. Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.”

( follows the show - kind of just a oneshot bc i’m bored )

Warnings : fighting, violence, a little too much of a description about injuries

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Nobody had been this excited about a new kid since three years ago, when a H/C-haired girl showed up holding a Harpy’s head. The new arrival had slain a Minotaur, which Clarisse wasn’t too happy about. She was convinced he was a liar.

Y/N sat in the Hermes cabin, closely inspecting her empty juice box. She had waken up an hour ago yet her good friend, Luke, still woke up earlier. She always wondered where he went in the early morning. Perhaps to get some sword training in before the day started. He was, after all, the best swordsman in camp.

The rays of sun poured through the window, bathing the wooden floor in light. A few of the Hermes kids groaned, knowing Luke would burst through the doors any second and force them to get up. He always did when the sun rose.

As expected, Luke kicked the door open. “Good morning!” He exclaimed, as energetic as ever. “The new kid’s coming today so get up and start cleaning! I’m mainly talking to you guys.” Luke sent the group in the corner a stern look and added, “Y/N, you’re fine.” He pointed at her with his usual boyish grin.

Lately, Y/N had been sleeping in Luke’s bed while he slept on the floor. They took turns switching. Lying on the ground for more than a decade now wasn’t good for the back.

After all this time, Y/N was still unclaimed. It usually took a week or less. Y/N was a prime example of the Gods above ignoring their children.

“He’s the one who killed the Minotaur, right?” Y/N questioned as Luke collapsed onto his mattress, partly to annoy Y/N who was sitting on it. The H/C-haired girl scoffed and playfully rolled her eyes, yet she couldn’t contain the amused smile on her face.

“Yeah. He can join your little monster slaying group. Let’s hope he gets claimed because I can’t deal with a boy version of you.” Luke teasingly grinned while Y/N scoffed and slapped his shoulder.

“You love my company.” She uttered, rolling her eyes.

Luke’s friends snickered to themselves. “More like he loves you.” One whispered to another.

“What’s his name again?” Y/N asked, tilting her head to the side. “Was it… Tom?” Luke stared at her in disbelief before lightly snorting.

“You’re way off, Y/N. Stop thinking, you’ll hurt that tiny brain of your’s. Just do what you do best; sit still and look cute.” Luke ruffled her tidy hair, turning it into a bird’s nest again.

Y/N flung a pillow at him, and glowered at the Hermes boy. “I’m going to kick your ass in capture the flag.” She threatened, poking his shoulder. Clarisse, out of all people, was her best friend. So naturally, she teamed up with her.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, princess.” Luke lightly shoved her which caused Y/N to gasp in disbelief.

“Don’t push a lady, Luke!”

The other campers, already used to their antics, just chuckled. “Hey, love birds!” One of the unclaimed kids exclaimed. “Get a room!” With her smart she was, Y/N assumed she was Athena’s child.

Y/N and Luke liked to play a silly game where they guessed which camper belonged to which godly parent. It was fun. Luke was never wrong until the day he tried to guess Y/N’s.

A year ago, he guessed Aphrodite. His explanation? Because she was charming and she had a certain aura that followed her. And because she was pretty. That was the only time he was wrong because Y/N never ended up in a cabin.

“So, what do you think of the new kid? Which cabin?” Y/N asked as she and Luke walked outside. He shoved his hands into his pockets, laughing.

“Tough call. I haven’t even met him yet. Apollo, maybe?” Luke shrugged and frowned. “I’ll tell ya my guess when I see him.”

“I’m guessing… Poseidon.” Y/N uttered, earning a light snort from Luke.

“No way. Is that your confirmed guess? Being a child of Poseidon would mean being a forbidden child.”

The game had a few rules.

One. You can only take a single guess and once you confirm it, you can’t change it.

Two. You can’t ask the kid you’re talking about. Luke considers that cheating. You can only observe them.

Three. No asking Annabeth because she’s always right.

“I guess. It’s not like I ever win, right?” Y/N laughed, grinning at Luke. He stared at her for a moment before returning her bright smile.

“I know we don’t usually make bets, but if your guess turns out right, I’ll willingly give up in the next capture the flag game after he’s claimed.” Luke puffed out his chest, certain Y/N wouldn’t win.

“And if you win?” She asked, arching an eyebrow.

“You give me your strawberries.” Luke had an obsession with strawberries that everybody, even the gods above, knew about.

“You’re on, Luke.” Y/N held out her hand with her lips curved up into a teasing smirk.

“Good luck, princess. Looks like I’ll be taking all your strawberries.” Luke ran his tongue over his teeth, already being able to taste the sweet, red fruit in his mouth.

He walked off, playfully winking at Y/N. Clarisse, who saw the whole conversation go down, hurried over to Y/N. “Looks like you and lover boy have a bet going in.” She smirked, raising both her eyebrows. “You two are cute together.”

“Don’t mess with me, Clari. We’re just friends.” Y/N rolled her eyes at what her friend was suggesting. She had been friends with Luke for three years now and she had known him for even longer.

“Are you just friends… or you want to be more?” Clarisse leaned forward with that taunting glint in her beautiful eyes. Y/N groaned, shoving her away. Clarisse simply laughed. “Come on, princess.” She mocked.

“Oh, come on, Risse.” That was a horrid nickname given to Clarisse by an Apollo boy who seemed to be obsessed with her.

“Shut up!” Clarisse exclaimed, eyeing Y/N up and down in disgust as if she was the Apollo boy. “You know how I feel about him!”

“And you know how I feel about Luke.”

“Yeah… but do you?” Clarisse tilted her head to the side before her gaze flickered to something, or rather someone, behind Y/N. “The Minotaur kid is out.” She grumbled and sharply clicked her tongue.

“Great. I can see if my stupid guess was correct.” Y/N glanced over her shoulder, watching the boy walk beside Chiron. His hair was curled, much like Luke’s, and blond. Clarisse had wandered off in the midst of Y/N’s staring, but she didn’t mind.

Suddenly, the boy lifted his head. His eyes clashed with Y/N’s, and he almost jumped at how intensely she was staring at him. Y/N merely smiled before turning away.

“So, what do you think?” She asked Luke as they walked towards the Hermes cabin side by side, their shoulders brushing against each other.

“Hard to say for now.” Luke replied. Y/N looked at him and he stared back before the pair burst into quiet laughter. Just locking eyes could make two friends find anything hilarious.

“I assume you’ll take him under your wing? Good luck.” Y/N nudged him with her elbow, which seemed to be a normal gesture between them.

“Thanks, princess. See ya.”

Y/N turned around, almost crashing into a disoriented Percy Jackson. He seemed jumpy and panicked. Of course, how couldn’t he be? He had just unknowingly killed a monster and his mother had been taken.

“Hi. The first day is always rough. Don’t beat yourself up about it.” Y/N muttered to him before she passed by.

She didn’t stick around to hear Chiron announce him. She sighed, wandering aimlessly around the camp. She saw Clarisse talking to her siblings. Y/N had always wondered what it was like to have siblings you could relate to. What did it feel like to understand each other? To go through the same difficulties?

The Hermes cabin was comfortable and friendly enough but it wasn’t the same. She wanted to feel what a true family felt like, or at least was supposed to.

As Y/N had expected, Luke was the first to talk to Percy.

“I’m Luke.” He introduced himself to the boy after the rocky start to their conversation.

“Percy. Hey, uh, who was that girl before? The H/C-haired one?” He questioned, clearing his throat.

“Y/N. She’s nice most of the time the time but a pain in the ass during capture the flag.” Luke chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah. I’m just kidding. Don’t tell her I said that, though.”

“You guys seem close.” Percy uttered, remembering the way Luke looked at Y/N when they talked.

“Yeah. She’s my best friend. Unfortunately for me, her best friend is an aggressive Ares kid.” He grinned, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “Feel free to lie down anywhere. Just don’t get too close to Y/N. If she’s having a monster dream, she kicks in her sleep.”

One of the campers across the cabin groaned. “I know how that feels. The bruise lasted for weeks!” The others burst into laughter while Percy hurriedly made a mental note.

Avoid the pretty girl when she sleeps.

Percy was lucky that Y/N, who lay on the floor a few feet away from him, wasn’t having one of her infamous nightmares. He couldn’t say the same for himself, though.

Percy sat up, panting and sweating. He looked around, realising where he was. Birds chirped in the distant and he could hear the faint sound of chatter through the wooden walls.

“You okay?” Luke asked.

“Super.” Percy sarcastically responded.

“We all have them here, you know.” Luke clicked his tongue and sighed. “Intense, reoccurring nightmares. That’s normal here. Take Y/N for example. When she first came here, no one wanted to get near her while she slept. Girl’s a bloody good kicker.”

Percy lightly chuckled while Luke smiled. “The daydreams and ADHA and dyslexia are normal too. Demigods just process reality differently than humans do. For the first time in your life, you’re just like everyone else.”

“So, are you also…” Percy trailed off, not wanting to sound rude to his first friend at camp.

Luke found his hesitation amusing. “Am I unclaimed? No. Hermes is my father.”

“And Y/N? Is her father also Hermes?”

Luke scrunched up his face like he had just eaten a sour lemon. “Oh, no. Heck no. Y/N’s unclaimed… still. She has been for a while.” The brunette pressed his lips into a thin line as he gazed at Y/N, who was laughing with Clarisse.

“Why hasn’t Aphrodite claimed her? I mean, she looks the part.”

“That’s what we’re all asking ourselves. We all thought she’d be Aphrodite’s kid.”

Boys and girls flocked towards Y/N like she was a muse. It was no secret that out of all the campers, Y/N stood out the most. There was something unique about her, how she always hung around the aggressive Ares kids like she wanted to be one of them.

She was a tough opponent but a little too soft for Ares’ liking.

Too gentle for Ares but too angry for Aphrodite. She was constantly stuck in the middle. It almost seemed like no god or goddess wanted her in their cabin because she had proved herself over and over again.

“How long has she been unclaimed?” Percy inquired. Kids before him had asked that very same question and every time, they were never ready for the answer.

“A decade.” Luke replied, “She’s been here for a decade. Last year, there was a stupid rumour going around that she was fully mortal but that doesn’t make sense. If she was, she wouldn’t be here in the first place.”

“Why so long?”

“Nobody knows.” Luke shrugged. He had wondered that too. And he could see how it was weighing down on Y/N. The unclaimed kid was what campers referred to her as. They used her as an example of what not to do.

“Will she ever get claimed?”

Luke hoped she would. For her sake. He knew how she felt about not having a related family of her own. For now, she was satisfied laughing over silly tales with the Hermes kids.

“So, where does she go during the day? She disappeared yesterday and today.” Percy tilted his head to the side, not being able to spot Y/N anymore. Luke paused. It was uncommon for him to not have an answer to everything.

“I… don’t know. I assume Clarisse and her go somewhere.”

“Probably swimming in the lake.” Grover said, overhearing the two’s conversation.

It was scorching during Summer at Camp Half-Blood. Most stayed in the shade while an occasional kid or two tended to the plants. So it would make sense that Y/N would go to a lake to cool off.

Luke left Percy in the company of Grover and made his way towards the Lake in the middle of the forest. As Grover guessed, he found Y/N and Clarisse and a few other Ares kids swimming in the water or sitting on the nearby rocks.

“Hey, Y/N, your lover boy is here!” One of them exclaimed. Y/N, from her spot in the middle of the lake, glared at him. She huffed before swimming over to Luke, easily heaving herself onto shore.

“Hey, Luke, ready to make your guess yet?” She asked, grinning up at him. “Or do you wanna swim?”

“My guess is definitely not Hephaestus.” Luke said as he sat down in front of Y/N. His gaze flickered to her new swimsuit. “New bathing suit?”

“Yeah. Miya got it for me.” Miya was a child of Aphrodite and favored Y/N quite a lot.

“Ah. No wonder it’s so…” Luke hesitated, “Revealing.” He tried to act like a gentleman but his cheeks flushed every time he even looked at Y/N.

“One more day until I kick your ass.” Y/N laughed as she sank back into the water, returning a moment later with her hair dripping wet and her face shining in the sunlight. She looked effortlessly angelic.

“Are you sure you’re ready to handle Y/N again, Luke? She almost beat you last time.” Clarisse snickered as she floated on her back.

Luke scoffed. “Keyword. Almost.” It was true that Y/N had almost beaten him in his own game of sword fighting but that was because she was becoming increasingly more distracting.

Gone was the shy and quiet kid who always trailed behind Clarisse. With every passing year, Y/N became more headstrong and, well, beautiful. That’s why it was so hard for Luke to keep his feelings to himself now. Even Clarisse could see through his facade.

“I’m ready to make my guess.” Luke finally announced, catching Y/N’s wavering attention. She arched an eyebrow, intrigued. “My guess… is Demeter. I met the kid and he seems gentle. A soft and kind soul.”

“Nice. I guess we’ll find out soon.” Y/N’s guess was nothing but a joke and she’d end up laughing if she was actually correct.

“Join me for a little swim?” Y/N asked, reaching out to tug on Luke’s shirt. He sighed while Y/N merely smiled. A moment later, he gave in. Luke lifted his shirt over his head while Y/N stared at him a little too shamelessly for her liking. Some of the Ares boys teasingly wolf-whistled which made Luke chuckle.

He jumped into the lake, practically tackling Y/N and taking her under with him. “Luke!” She yelled, hitting his shoulder when they resurfaced.

“Oh no. The married couple is fighting again.” Zyra, Clarisse’s half-sister, said. She and Clarisse shared a knowing grin.

“They’re so whipped.” Clarisse whispered, subtly swimming away to give the two more space.

It was the day Y/N had eagerly been waiting for. Perhaps her favourite day at Camp. Capture the flag day.

Clarisse handed Y/N a spear. “I got it fixed for you.” The brunette said. During the last game, Y/N’s spear had broken. She was forced to fight with half of it after that.

Y/N adjusted Clarisse’s armour, ensuring that it was tight enough before putting on her own helmet.

“You’re gonna love this.” She overhead Luke say to Percy as they passed by. “Camp-wide mock warfare. All glory to the victors. Annabeth’s the head counsellor. She’s led our team to three straight wins.”

Y/N looked away, giving Luke the perfect chance to gaze over at her. “Y/N and Clarisse lead the other team. Clarisse is rather… impulsive, though. Y/N’s come up with some good plans but Ares kids always go off the rails.”

“What’s the deal with you and Y/N anyway?” Percy suddenly switched the topic, much to Luke’s surprise. “I mean, you guys say you’re just friends but you’re always looking at each other. And talking. And you stare at her like she’s your world. Sometimes I wish I could look at someone like that.” Percy sighed while Luke was left speechless.

Luke cleared his throat and shook his head. “Let’s just… focus on the game.”

The conch shell blew. Y/N stood side Clarisse, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Heroes, it’s time.” Chiron announced. “The game begins. The first team to retrieve the opposing flag and return it across the river shall be the victor. As always, there will be no maiming and no killing. I trust these rules will be respected.”

He subtly glanced over at Clarisse and her cabin.

“Let the games begin.”

There was twenty minutes until the next conch shell, which meant game-on. Normally, Clarisse and Y/N would pair up and hunt through the woods for the first few hours. But Clarisse had a different idea this time.

“Good luck.” Y/N said to her friend, slinging her spear over her shoulder. Y/N split up with the rest of her team, taking with her small portion of campers.

“We follow Clarisse’s plan this time. We’re the last defense meaning that if the blue team manages to get through, we fight like our lives depend on it.” Y/N said as she gripped her spear tightly.

“What are going to do?” Someone else asked.

“I’m going to…. look around.”

Luke grunted as a sword piercing his upper arm. He easily disarmed his opponent and kicked them to the ground.

“We give up.” The red leader grumbled, wincing as their brushed their fingers over his cuts.

“I wanna move quick. Straight through the woods for their flag.” Luke uttered.

“Y/N and Clarisse hunt in those woods for the first few hours, you know that. They’ll cut us down.”

Luke grinned, shaking his head. “Annabeth has a plan for Clarisse. And Y/N, as always, is mine. Don’t worry about her.”

“Last time I didn’t worry about her, she almost chopped my head off. By accident!” Chris loudly exclaimed, shoving Luke. Unbeknownst to the pair, Y/N was watching from above in the trees, hidden by the thick leaves.

She skilfully hopped from branch to branch, sliding down in front of her teammates. “The blue team is coming. They got past the other defences. Get in position.” Y/N hid behind a thick tree branch, panting and listening carefully for the sound of Luke’s voice.

She heard a twig snap and peeked her head out slightly to see Luke, Chris, and the rest of their small team. Y/N looked up, signalling to her friends above that it was almost time.

The moment Luke, who was leading the pack, stepped right where Y/N wanted him, she revealed herself. “Now!” She shouted, raising her spear and striking Luke. He easily blocked her attack.

“Thought you could ambush us, princess? Nice try.” Luke chuckled, pushing Y/N back.

“I’d say that it worked just fine.” Y/N retorted, lunging at Luke again. She pinned him to a nearby tree, holding the blade of her spear to his throat.

Chris grabbed Y/N by her shirt, pulling her back. Luke swung his sword at her but Y/N simply ducked to avoid the blow.

She tried to run off to help her teammates but Luke blocked her path. “Where do you think you’re going?” He uttered, playfully furrowing his eyebrows.

Y/N scoffed, kicking his ankles. She pointed at spear at his chest, poking it ever so slightly. “Ready to give up, Luke?”

“In your dreams.” He rolled over, latching onto Y/N’s arm and pulling her down with him. Y/N yelped, quickly scrambling up before he could grab her again.

She looked around at her surroundings, finally understanding what Luke’s plan was. It was to keep Y/N away from her team so that Luke’s could take them down. That left Y/N solely alone, standing between the flag and the blue team.

She panted, glaring at Luke. “Bring it on, Luke.” She muttered, holding up her spear. Luke was the first to make a move. He jumped at her, swinging his blade. Y/N dodged it and blocked another attack from Chris.

She quickly lowered her head, tackling another Hermes kid. Y/N rolled across the floor, swiftly standing up. “You won’t be getting near that flag on my watch.” She kicked Luke and whacked Chris. One of the Athena girls launched herself at Y/N, gripping onto her leg.

Y/N shook her off but the girl’s weight caused her to topple over. The bits of debris grazed at her skin. Chris swung his sword, slashing at Y/N. The blade cut her lower arm and blood welled up from the slit.

Quietly groaning, Y/N heaved herself up. She lightly swayed, unbalanced and a little weak. “Like I said,” She murmured, “You aren’t getting that flag.”

Y/N blocked every attack and blow aimed her way but she was getting slow. She could barely lift her weapon fast enough to stop Luke from successfully landing a hit.

Everything was becoming too overwhelming as she struggled to keep up. It was all a fast blur filled with weapons violently clashing against each other and shouting.

Up above, thunder crashed and lightning flickered through the darkening sky. Rain poured down, drenching the campers.

The thunder got louder and the lightning brighter as the seconds passed until nobody could ignore it. A harsh flash of lightning hit a tree nearby, setting it alight.

“Y/N, watch out!” Luke shouted, reaching out. Strings of electricity rippled around Y/N as a burning tree branch fell towards her. Luke sprinted towards her, dropping his sword in the process. He tackled Y/N, shielding her from harm’s way.

She groaned as she hit her head, black dots swirling around in her vision. She felt numb and her head lolled to the side as she heard shouts of victory followed by gasps of surprise.

“Y/N L/N has been claimed by Zeus, the king of Gods and the God of thunder and ruler of the sky.”

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linopls · 6 months

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kinktober day twenty-two

bondage seungmin x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation

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you look over your shoulder to the mirror behind you. your eyes wander down to your wrists, tied together with a soft pink rope behind the chair you are sat on. the design is impressively intricate and although there is no way for you to squirm free, it's completely painless.

“you look so pretty like this,” seungmin brings your attention back to him. he’s kneeling on the floo, tightening the rope around the legs of the chair and your ankles, again making it so you can move but not painful in anyway.

“this is impressive, seungie,” you smile down at him as he looks up to you.

“awh, thank you, lovely.” seungmin runs his hands up and down your exposed thighs, gently squeezing the soft flesh.

you squirm to his touch, trying to move your hips closer to his face and spread your legs even further but it's to no avail as the rope restricts your movement.

“stop wiggling,” seungmin chuckles. “this is why i suggested tying you up, you squirm too much, silly.”

“i’m sorry,” you mumble. “i just want more of you.”

seungmin leans into your core and places a kiss on your clit. “you’re precious, you know that?”

you nod and again try to move your hips closer to his face and he chuckles. he uses two of his fingers to spread your folds and teases his tongue at your entrance. you moan out at the feeling of finally being touched where you’ve needed him for so long.

seungmin had suggested tying you up a while ago, it had completely slipped your mind. until you came home today to find a small gift bag placed on your kitchen table. seungmin appeared from your shared bedroom and told you to open it. just seeing the box made you aroused beyond belief, but him telling you to strip and sit on one of the kitchen chairs while he tied your limbs up with your favorite color rope had you dripping all over the chair.

seungmin presses his tongue flat against your cunt, humming against it and teasing the tip of his tongue at your entrance. you whine and let your whole body go numb since there’s no point in fighting it anyway. you lay your head back onto the chair and stare up into the ceiling.

“done trying to fight me?” seungmin laughs.

“mhm,” you nod.

seungmin’s tongue wanders between your clit and your entrance, lapping at your aching cunt lazily. his hands wander around your thighs as he makeouts with your cunt.

“minnie, please,” you cry, legs beginning to shake.

“hmm?”

“will you make me cum, please?” your face flushes red and you grab the back of the chair with your tied hands.

“since you asked so nicely,” seungmin coos before sucking your clit harshly.

your whole body jolts, to the best of its ability, and feel your release approaching embarrassingly quickly. your back arches off of the chair as seungmin moves two of his fingers to your entrance and push them in slowly.

“gonna cum!” you whine, grinding down on seungmin’s tongue and fingers.

“please, cum for me,” seungmin purrs, his hot breath against your pussy sends you over the edge.

your thighs tighten around his head, as you release on his tongue. he continues his tongue assault, working you through your orgasm and lapping up your juices until your crying and wailing that its too much.

he pulls away for a second and looks up to you, “come on baby. you can give me another.”

148 i love seungmin

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beanghostprincess · 2 months

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Silly vampire buggy being so very normal about it while the rest are absolutely FERAL is so funny.

Buggy, before Roger passed, still on the Oro: hmm, I'm kinda thirsty-

Shanks, ripping his already open shirt further off: Oh Dear, Oh My Look At ALL THIS So Very BITEABLE SKIN, Sure Hope There's No VAMPIRES Thirsting Near Me, Wink Wink!!!!

Buggy: I bet Gabban still has some juice boxes. I hope he has that guava one. I'll be right back!

Shanks, half naked and drooping: 🥺😟😥😫

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Mihawk: I read this interesting novel yesterday which gave me much to ponder.

Buggy: oh? Awesome! Which was it?

Mihawk, side-eying Buggy pointedly: it was a supernatural romance between a human and vampire. It was rather explicit and had many scenes which piqued my interest.

Buggy, absolutely Not Getting It: oh man. I usually hate those. It's a toss up between bad writing or the vampire is always a top. Like? Give me gay bottom vampires too, we deserve to be recognized!! Oh, Hawky, can you hand me my sunscreen?

Mihawk: ........... here.

Buggy: thanks, love!

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Crocodile: hey you drink blood.

Buggy, sipping A+ out of a care bear cup: yeah?

Croc: does it work on Logia users? Or would your fangs need Haki to pierce us?

Buggy: hm. Good question? I dunno, actually!

Crocodile: seems this could be a learning experience. Would be a shame to not experiment. I know how much you like your science.

Buggy: I do like science. Yeah. Yeah. You're right! I SHOULD experiment on that!!

Croc, unbuttoning his shirt, tugging down his cravat: uh huh, well, I suppose we ought to get to it- where are you going

Buggy: to my workshop! Science waits for no man!!! Nor clown, in my case. Man clown? Vampire? Who knows. Wait. Am I a man...? Hm, what is the gender today... wait, have I eaten at all? I don't remember. Anyway, I need to grab my suit, I'm low on sunscreen again. Oh, remind me to add that to the next shipment request. Oh, I should also grab a bloody mary!! That sounds great! Okay. Bye bye!!

Croc, halfway undressed, watching Buggy run outside, start swearing bc he didn't pull up his hood and is cursing the light, before tripping flat onto his face: ............. shit.

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Buggy rarely pushes the limits of his abilities BECAUSE of the vampirism. If he uses his DF more than usual, it makes him hungrier. And once he hits a certain point, he begins to lose his already loosey-goosey sense of humanity. It scares him to be so cold and uninterested, especially since he always feels things turned up to eleven. When his hits that point, EVERYTHING turns off. At best, he'll be mildly annoyed, angry, amused - but it's like being in a glass bowl, watching things happen from the outside. It terrifies him.

His partners...? Well. It does things to them too, but terror isn't exactly the dominating feeling... 👀

((Also, the romanticism of blood. Of life energy. Of an exchange of that out of love. Of giving parts of yourself to sustain and satiate another. Carrying pieces of someone else in your body to propagate your own life. Of giving and taking consensually the liquid which carries your time. The inherent provocative nature of taking someone else's essence into yourself with full permission and full understanding because they receive so much from you in turn that it is simple, easy, logical to consent to this.))

Vampires 🥰

THE FIRST ONE IS SO REAL EFJKBWEJKBWJEKBF Shanks does that constantly he's DYING for Buggy to bite him and the clown won't even notice he's trying so much. It's ridiculous. Shanks and his failguy moment simping for a vampire that doesn't want his blood.

Mihawk and Crocodile trying to flirt and failing miserably because Buggy is always oblivious to what they do is amazing and no matter the AU it's always like this. I adore. They just want their vampire boyfriend to bite them :(( Failguys.

The last thing you said is so real. Vampires can be something so romantic and I think usually books/TV shows/Media in general don't focus on the important stuff. I want to see teen!Shuggy with Buggy and Shanks traveling together right after the crew disbands (before Roger's death) and Buggy not having access to other types of blood. So Shanks offers him his blood and they have like-- This moment of realization of how intimate it is. And Buggy will forever remember what it felt like to feel Shanks' embrace while sucking his blood without any complaints. And!! Both Mihawk and Crocodile wanting to do the same but it's definitely just for the horny, they don't expect it to be so passionate and intimate, and romantic.

Also, I agree with Buggy, the vampire should be the bottom. Really necessary for this situation.

#this is amazing thank you for this masterpiece #i genuinely laughed so loud with the first one #one piece #buggy the clown #red haired shanks #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #shuggy #bughawk #crocobug #cross guild

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starkwlkr · 9 months

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saturn | michael berzatto

You taught me the courage of stars before you left How light carries on endlessly, even after death

Michael Berzatto

A loving husband and devoted father

November 15, 1979 — February 22, 2022

Ten year old Mia Berzatto read over her fathers memorial card. Her mother’s side of the family had a memorial service for Michael in her grandmother’s home. She couldn’t wait to get out of her black clothing and go back to wearing her father’s large shirts. She sat on her grandma’s sofa rereading over the card. After she was tired of looking at the same words, she got up to look for her mother, who was somewhere around her grandmother’s house that was filled with people.

“Mia? You okay, sweetheart?” Her mother’s Uncle Matt asked when he found her wandering the living room.

Mia nodded. Ever since the funeral, Mia hadn’t said much only to her mother and Aunt Natalie. “Where’s my mom, Uncle?”

Uncle Matt sighed. Y/n Berzatto was currently trying to keep calm in the hallway bathroom. “Have you eaten? Want me to make you a sandwich? Do you want a juice box?”

Mia shook her head. “I want my mom.”

Uncle Matt sighed once again. “She’ll be out in a minute, she’s in the restroom. I’ll let her know you’re looking for her. Why don’t you wait in grandma’s library?”

Mia’s grandma had made one of the unoccupied bedrooms into a little library so her granddaughter could enjoy it. Mia wasn’t the only one that loved being in that room, Michael loved it just as much. He would buy her many books and read them to her. Mia was learning about planets and galaxies so Michael practically bough every book about space, stars, planets, etc.

Mia walked to the library and saw an opened book on the floor. She approached it and saw that it was her favorite book that Michael would always read to her. It was a Dr. Seuss book called ‘There’s no place like space’ and every time Michael would read it to her, he would do a silly voice to match with the rhymes.

One thing Mia noticed right away was that the book was on the page talking about Saturn, her favorite planet. She tried to remember when was the last time she opened the book. Then it hit her. Michael was the last one to open the book, days before his death. She remembers the conversation they had that day about Saturn.

“It’s so pretty! And it has the rings! What’s your favorite planet, daddy?” Mia asked Michael as they layed on the floor looking at the illustrations.

“Well I think Saturn is my favorite too. If it’s yours then it’s mine.”

Saturn was theirs.

Mia couldn’t bring herself to close the book, not when her father’s hands had left it open on the page that talked about their favorite planet. She just couldn’t do it.

“Mia?” She heard her mother’s voice call out. “Uncle Matt said you wanted me? You want to go home?” Y/n approached her daughter, wiping away a few tears she still had left on her cheeks.

“Daddy left it on Saturn.” Mia said as she continued to stare at the book.

Y/n knew about their love for the planet and their book. She was just like Mia, she didn’t want it to be closed.

“Hmmm . . . I think it’s daddy’s way of being with us. You remember what he told you about stars?” Y/n asked.

Mia nodded. “That if I want to talk to him and he’s not here, I can talk to the stars because they listen.”

“Yeah, and guess what? Daddy’s with the stars now so he’ll always be listening to you.”

#the bear #carmen berzatto #mikey berzatto #mikey berzatto x reader #the bear imagine #fx the bear #Mikey berzatto imagine #michael berzatto

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cosmica-galaxy · 5 months

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Since I absolutely adore pal,, could we have more facts on his personality? Mayhaps silly lil quirks even? /nf!!

~Facts about Pal!~ + Pal is a VERY talented singer! He can sing soprano, opera, crescendo, pop, rock, and electronic. Even A cappella! + Pal is outwardly friendly to most units and, despite his size and VERY powerful ability, he's a gentle giant that doesn't want to fight. + Pal actually has friends outside of his primary pack! He joined the human by choice and left his original pack in search of adventure. He still visits them! As he leaves from time to time to visit his "older pack" that stays together at his older home! + Pal has a collection of music boxes that he's collected! He also likes fancy watches and things that emit noise, like little pocket watches or "stim toys". Bubble wrap is also a fun "toy" to him! + While the human spars or wrestles with other units, especially larger units, Pal wants to try and "play" too. + He's the moderator of the group. If Buddy and Fiend start fighting too much, he'll step in. If the fighting gets really bad or annoying to Pal, he'll flare his frill to the max and it never fails to make the other two behave. + Pal is VERY strong and can easily hold his own against larger skibidis, not to mention his ability to absolutely cripple them or kill them altogether. + He uses his frill to help him hear better, since his sight is not very good. Posters and writing on walls tend to go unnoticed by him if they don't stick out or have a texture. For these reasons, he reads primarily in braille. + Pal eats skibidi jerky and skibidi meat. He has a strong dislike for garlic and will retch if he eats any. His favorite dish is Buttered Skibidi Steak with simple lemon and black pepper! He eats any types of sides, veggie or fruit, as long as garlic isn't present in the dish! + Pal is able to rotate his head 360 degrees! This is how he can lock onto any target while hanging from the ceiling! + Pal, when touched by surprise, will let out a "mrrp!". + Pal's frill is very expressive and flexible, they can wrap around the front of his speaker if he wanted them to! (Example would be to hide his "face") + Pal loves to drink lots of fruit juices and water. Doesn't really care for sodas or energy drinks. Not even coffee. But teas are lovely! + Pal is capable of waiting for long periods of time. He's a very patient mimic. + Pal is also capable of flight! His arms can extend into wings and he becomes a force to be reckoned with. A sound-based nuke that can also fly is why Speaker mimics are NOT to be antagonized. They also use their flight abilities to change positions in elevation, such as moving from a high vantage point to a low vantage point and vice versa. + If there is ever a need for a babysitter, Pal is the one you should ALWAYS go to. He's experienced in helping care for young! Even when he was littler! + Loves his pack, but he loves the human friend the most of all. + Has golden retriever energy. + Loves speakermen the most out of the alliance, even if they may find him a bit scary. Knows Phil and DJ, and they all get along well!

+ Pal can also mimic voices! So he can help in fooling enemies or getting into voice-activated areas!

#haxorus imp #hax speaks #cosmica galaxy #cosmica-galaxy #anonymous #anon asks #anon ask #skibidi tag #skibidi mimic #skibidi toilet mimic

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judasgot-it · 11 months

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Tachihara x Reader

Scenario: You get a ride home with Tachihara after attending a company party. On the way back, you decide to attend a shitty pop-up carnival

I had this in my drafts for like over 2 months so I just wanted to like, finally finish it. I think it's silly and idk not the best, still figuring out how to write Tachihara TBH but I think he's a cutie patootie.

Side note this is like 3500 words ?? it's kinda long for tumblr but ima upload it anyway

As the secretary of the Hunting Dogs, you were unfortunately forced to attend their company parties.

If there was someone else in your department, you would have loved to complain to them about how this was 'unfair' and a 'worker's violation' as you were not even being paid to attend these.

Off the clock.

But no one else was dumb enough to take this job, so you were the only person in your department. Seriously, you did the paperwork for 5 people.

The dental was amazing, though.

But that left you as the only 'sane' person forced to witness the antics of the Hunting Dogs while they were drunk. Really, you forced to watch them sober, since you couldn't ever get more than a drink in before the drinking contest began.

You would think Tecchou would be better than this but as of now, he was doing karaoke with the commander while Teruko was laughing at...nothing. She was somehow standing though, which was better than Fukuchi who was shirtless and kneeling on the floor while singing whatever song was playing.

You could barely tell what it was, it might've been Taylor Swift. He seemed...passionate.

If you had to hear whatever sad song it was all night you were going to make your ears bleed.

Although thankfully, you had a backup plan. You couldn't drive - your car was destroyed in a recent bombing attack, so you were lucky that your bed for tonight was your desk.

Which was on the other side of the building, probably far enough away to at least let you sleep quietly.

You could probably get away with it. No one here would notice.

So you took your snacks - which were probably the best thing about these parties, and left for what would be your bedroom

Exiting the room, you could see now that it was quiet and kind of terrifying - a liminal space.

The hallway was now darker than it should have been, settled in an uneasy quiet. The lights above your head had sobered you up quickly, as you walked away from the room, leaving the sounds of laughter and screaming.

You felt something warm pull your shoulder to look behind you. The reaction you had might have been dramatic.

"Are you ok? You aren't scared are you?"

Tachihara was there, smiling as he looked perfectly sober - he didn't even smell of any alcohol, holding a juice box instead.

Now you felt a real fear coursing through your veins. He was going to say something, wasn't he?

"No, I was just heading out."

You weren't shaken easily - unsettled yes, but not truly scared.

"Do you want a ride home?" He said it with a genuine smile, not knowing the genuine terror that was running through your veins right now.

You really did care about Tachihara, as he was probably the most normal member of the Hunting Dogs, but there was one flaw you could not get around.

He drove a motorcycle. You hated motorcycles.

It was nothing short of terrifying every time you saw him riding it, let alone the thought of you getting on it. How could you? It was nothing short of a death trap.

There were no seatbelts either, there was just too much that could possibly kill you.

"No that's ok. I didn't plan on going home anyway, I was going to sleep in my office."

It sounded weird saying it outloud, but you were not going to let him take you on a ride on his deathtrap.

Tachihara just blinked.

"Really? Isn't it closed off still for cleaning?"

Oh. Right.

"Then the lounge. I can manage. Seriously, don't worry about me, just get yourself home, ok? I don't want to be a bother when it's so late."

You tried to sound serious, but Tachihara was still a man that had major flaws. His right now? Being too kind.

A good flaw, but a painful one to fight.

"No it's ok, you aren't a bother. Seriously, your house isn't far off from mine, it'd be very quick I swear."

He was earnest, already leading you in the opposite direction of where you were originally going. You decided not to fight it.

Home was better than a dirty floor anyway, so why not?

You let him guide you to where his vehicle of death was waiting, accepting your fate.

It would be a short ride, so you would just have to suffer through it for only a little bit. That's what you told yourself.

"Oh, Jouno! What are you doing out here?"

Oh god oh please no.

Just at your greatest inconvenience, you found Jouno outside the building, right in front of the parking lot, sitting right at the smoker's bench. His white head of hair peaked from underneath the overhang, nearly impossible to ignore.

"Oh, Tachihara. Are you heading home?"

"Yeah, I was bringing Y/n home too. Do you need a ride? I can't help but notice you're sitting here by yourself..."

Tachihara was too kind. You were already forced to accept his offer, but please, Jouno could take care of himself-

"Tachihara have I ever told you that you're one of the only people I respect on the team?"

Jouno had gotten up, strolling over to where the two of you stood underneath the light. You hated this. Jouno definitely was going to tease you about how scared you were, which was not fun at all.

Also, how were three people going to fit on his bike? It wasn't exactly the biggest, and shoving you between two full-grown men didn't seem ideal.

"Are you sure we're all going to fit? I could just go back inside or call a ride."

You said this in hopes of maybe getting out of it one last time. Jouno just laughed.

"Aw, are you scared?"

Tachihara, the angel that he was, reached over and patted your shoulder.

"You'll have me and Jouno. Know I won't let anything happen to you - swear on it."

"You swear on what?"

Tachihara paused, contemplating his next words.

"Um...my sword."

You raised your eyebrow at him. He patted your shoulder again, trying to put your unease to rest.

"Let's just go."

Jouno walked ahead, towards what will be your sudden demise. You tried to stay calm following behind them as you saw the death trap in waiting.

Tachihara walked towards its side, taking the helmet he had let hang on its handlebar, and gently placed it on top of your head. You didn't bother fighting him, looking to the side as he fiddled with the clasps underneath your chin.

"You probably need this the most. Don't worry though, I'm a safe driver."

"It's not that - what if there's a drunk driver and they hit us? What if I fall off? What if we're all too heavy and we can't turn properly and we crash and explode?"

You felt a hand land on your shoulder as your heart pumped through your ears. Your fear was starting to overwhelm you.

"Don't be a pussy Y/n. Get on, I'd like to go home."

That was really reassuring. Thanks, Jouno.

You straightened up, holding your sandwiches closer to your chest. Tachihara sat on the bike, patting the seat behind him.

You got on, pressing your body behind Tachihara's. You didn't know what to do with your arms, so you just clutched your sandwiches. They were your sense of comfort right now.

"Y/n, you'll fall off if you don't hold onto something."

Oh. With one arm, you grabbed Tachihara's waist, trying your best to keep your head up and look forward.

"Scoot forward."

You felt Jouno sit behind you, pressing you closer against Tachihara. You felt his hand sneak around you, stealing from your sandwich bag. Bastard.

You swatted him away, trying not to fall off. It led to you leaning your full body on Tachihara, who was taking a long time to put his keys in the ignition.

"Did you forget how to drive Tachihara? I'm getting a little cold back here."

Jouno said this with a mouthful of your sandwich. He chastises manners but here he was, a thief and a brat.

"Who said you could have my sandwiches?"

"They aren't yours, know your place Y/n."

"You didn't even stay to eat any of them so shut up-"

The bike started, to Tachihara's joy. You felt the fear course back through your body again, but you didn't get to dwell on it it again as he only kicked back the leg and started bike, not giving you even a chance to adjust yourself.

You tried to hold your head up and stay strong, not show weakness - but the wind picking up around you and all you could do was bury your head behind Tachihara.

You heard Tachihara and Jouno begin a conversation but you didn't even acknowledge it, not even the sandwich stealing anymore as you held onto the man before you as if your life depended on it. Hopefully, his surgeries were enough to protect against your iron grip, as it was the only thing that made you truly feel safe.

The ride wasn't even a full 5 minutes but you felt like you were in hell that whole time. You'd think being pressed against two men like this would be more romantic but you didn't feel that way, instead feeling bile rise up in your throat every time you all turned.

"That stupid carnival is back in the city. I can smell it from all the way over here."

You perked up at that. Jouno had his head up, his hands loosely holding onto your waist - this type of ride really did seem normal to him, as he just looked out somewhere, eating his sandwich.

"Oh that seems fun. Do you wanna go? They stay open pretty late."

Jouno scoffed.

"No, they absolutely reek. I also happen to value my sleep, unlike some people." The people you assumed he was referring to were his teammates, who were most likely either passed out drunk or still singing their godawful karaoke.

"Why don't you and Y/n go, I know you absolutely love carnival rides, don't you Y/n?"

Your heart was speeding up. That was terrifying - you hated the idea of any of that.

"Who says I don't like my sleep either, Jouno?"

"I'd like to go! C'mon, it'd be fun! We can go on rides, maybe we'll even arrest someone!"

Tachihara was being so positive tonight. It was almost suspicious. It was tempting to say yes just because of his attitude alone, but there was that funny feeling in your stomach at the thought of it.

"But what if the ride breaks down and we all get crushed or fall out and die?"

You were simply being realistic.

"I'm a hunting dog, Y/n. I can handle something like that easily. Plus, if that happened Jouno would be there, right?"

"I'm not a chaperone for your little kiddie date. You can handle things by yourselves, the worst is just you guys getting scammed."

Finally, you'd stopped to drop off Jouno. He could've walked this distance, although maybe he had something to gain from the ride. Like your food, which was now all gone.

All you had left was an empty bag, the absolute prick that he was. He also left you a cold back, since you were squished between him and Tachihara during the duration of your ride. From his smirk, as he was walking away, waving goodbye to the two of you, he knew how agitated he had left you.

It made you pull yourself closer to Tachihara, trying to steal his body warmth in order to recoup what had been lost. Tachihara coughed, adjusting himself so the two of you could have more space on the bike.

"So? Let's go to the carnival."

It was a way to break the silence the two of you had fallen into. He said it was a confident smile, as if he practiced this in the mirror twenty times before. You simply nodded, not knowing how to reply.

He revved up the bike, heading in its direction. You didn't know what to say to get out of this, since a part of you did want to go.

It'd be like a fun date, even if you couldn't say that out loud.

"I'm scared of rollercoasters."

You told him honestly. You hoped he wouldn't judge you, seeing as he was a very earnest man.

"I figured. Don't worry, we'll conquer your fear tonight. Exposure therapy does wonders, and plus? I'll be there the entire time, so it's not like you'll be alone."

You said nothing, just holding his waist firmly. This seemed like a better idea than what you had originally planned for tonight, so why not? You could trust Tachihara.

He stopped the bike, in some lot a little walk away from the carnival. You could hear the pop music and screams coming from the place.

Turning towards you, he gave you a warm smile.

"If anything does happen, I'll be sure to protect you, ok?"

You handed him the helmet, giving him a smile. You did appreciate the gesture, as much as it was well-intentioned. That didn't stop you from not wanting to rip your own teeth out of your mouth as you got off the bike and forced yourself the walk towards the carnival, and not away.

"How expensive are these places anyway? I don't actually know if I have my wallet on me."

"Oh don't worry, we aren't paying."

Oh?

Tachihara turned towards you, a strange look on his face. One you would associate with Teruko or Jouno - a grin that typically held ill intentions.

Mischief.

What was this man dragging you into?

Well, turns out - dubiously legal activities.

Being a hunting dog had its perks. For one thing, his government ID assured him discounts everywhere he went. It was great when he went grocery shopping - you would know, you abused Fukuchi's credit card as a perk of your job.

Although telling the ticketing staff that he was 'inspecting' the rides, and would arrest anyone who didn't comply with his orders, hardly counted as getting a 'free' discount.

You were now forced to play along with this. You didn't even know Tachihara had such a cruel side to him, bullying a bunch of carnival workers who just wanted to get a paycheck by making fun of teenagers and out-of-touch men in their 40s.

It was a hard job to have, obviously.

The staff stalked the two of you as you walked in, giving you goosebumps. It didn't help that the two of you were still in your work clothes, really selling the 'government inspection' that the two of you were giving.

Although by the end of the night, you were expecting your clothing to probably need a good dry cleaning.

The fair wasn't bad - but you could smell vomit near some of the rides, and they looked suspiciously rusty. Clearly, this place was in tip-top shape. You just had to convince yourself that the Ferris wheel wasn't making suspicious creaking sounds every time it started up again.

You clearly were just a bit paranoid.

"So what should we ride first? I'm thinking we start small and then build our way up."

Tachihara had his hands on his hips, looking around for the best ride to start. He was being nice at least, giving you the illusion of choice now that you've gotten this far.

You were stuck. It didn't matter what you did, you were the idiot that agreed.

"I'm ok with that. I don't think the hand gliders look that bad, they seem pretty tame."

It also featured a seatbelt. And a big, nice, safety bar.

The best part? It was a two-seated ride. So if something happened on that ride, you knew that Tachihara would be there with you.

Tachihara smiled, as clearly, this would be a good night for him.

The night was going about as great as you expected it to. Although, you could even say a little better, even.

If this were a date, you might have kissed Tachihara by the end of it. You sure as hell owed him something at the very least, as he had now been your human cushion on several rides, preventing you from being crushed against the greasy metal as they began.

It was a good thing he was a hunting dog. Your body weight against his was nothing to him, although he still felt like complaining once and a while about how much pain you put his ribs in.

As if you were the one with the bright idea to go here.

If he died because you crushed him to death, it was entirely his fault and his fault alone.

"You know what we need to do?"

You watched as he pointed at the ferris wheel - one that loomed over the carnival, due to it's sheer height. Seriously, how tall was that thing?

"I mean...yeah."

There were no arguments against him here. You've gone on every other ride already - you've even ridden the carousel 3 times. Tachihara used the excuse that you were 'inspecting the ride' for imperfections.

You were starting to think he was serious at some point, when he spent 5 minutes grilling a poor fair worker about the importance of safety and on how rusty their bolts were.

There was no time to dwell on that though - Tachihara was smiling as he dragged you to the last stop at the carnival of doom.

"I heard some kid saying that from the top they could see the entire city. That sounds pretty cool, doesn't it?"

He was smiling ear to ear.

You couldn't deny that offer when he looked like that.

So with your head in your heart, you let yourself be dragged through the motions, letting it drop to your stomach as you watched the city fall below you as your body raised to the sky.

You tried to stay at ease even as you were slowly raised higher and higher into the sky, the cart you were sat in shaking back and forth more than you were comfortable with.

It made you scoot closer to Tachihara, squeezing him as if he were your lifeline. He might as well be, since his body would survive a fall at this height while yours would splatter.

"Look! You can see headquarters over there."

He was pointing outward, towards a rather dark spot of the city. But it was visible, which to you felt amazing.

Also terrifying.

You clutched his arm tighter. As insurance.

He was also incredibly warm - it was cold so high up, and unfortunately, your work uniform did not account for this. You were practically trying to melt into him due to how cold you were, but you still had some pride left. You would suffer a little, having your exposed skin go numb from the cold.

"Hey, Y/n. I wanna tell you something."

"Are you going to kiss me?"

It was the perfect moment for it, really. You couldn't blame him. Everything was screaming that this was a "how I met your mother" moment anyway.

"What? Sorry. Um. No. Just-"

Tachihara looked at you, red in the face. He pushed you into his chest, holding you tight. If you squeaked, that was between you, him and the ferris wheel.

"I think I like you."

You blinked. Your hands were awkwardly held up around Tachihara, not knowing where to go. You could feel him awkwardly fidgeting with the fabric on your shoulders in your silence, as you tried to figure out a way to respond.

The ferris wheel creaked in the silence, keeping the two of you alone up top, watching the city.

"Um. I like you too, Tachihara."

You put your hands on his waist, feeling just below his ribcage. He was skinny for a guy, but you could still feel his strength.

"But how much?"

"How much?"

"How much do you like me?"

You huffed, gripping his uniform shirt and pulling him away. His eyes were almost wet with worry as he looked at you, trying to discern what you meant by your words. Fucking idiot.

"Enough to deal with this. And enough to want to kiss you."

You cupped his cheeks with your hands, looking him dead in his honey eyes. His gaze was dead set, looking right at you, not even at the city that was behind you.

"Kiss me. I'm not asking again."

You closed your eyes and waited until you felt his cold lips press against yours, finally obliging your order. It was all enough to distract you from how your stomach dropped at the thought of being so high up in the air, as now your stomach was dropping at his hands reaching down to touch your waist, his knees knocking against yours as he tried to pull you closer.

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x y/n #tachihara x reader #tachihara x you #tachihara x y/n #theres a bit of jouno in here too #but hes just being regular jouno tbh #sorry i should really upload this to ao3 #but umm yea

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skywarpie · 8 months

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some miscellaneous copia hcs for you - earthry <3

he sings in the shower but not only that, he sings silly. he lets himself explore his voice, lets himself go as low as possible, as high as possible. it's a safe place for him to funkily play with his voice and have fun with it without the judgement or prying eyes of the ministry.

he doesn't wear outdoor shoes in his house-- he has little cute rat slippers with grippy things on the bottom.

kind of like how cat shelves and cat trees are a thing, he has a variety of those but they're made for rats instead. lots of little hammocks for napping strewn around his room.

he likes juiceboxes so much because sister imperator used to buy them for him a lot when he was kid. he had tummy aches a lot and for some reason apple juice was plain enough for him to drink without feeling more sick when he couldn't eat or drink anything else without feeling queasy.

he's the type of person to draw little faces on the shells of his hard boiled eggs so he can tell which ones are hard boiled.

he believes in wishing stars a very serious amount.

he believed in santa claus all the way up until he was like 21.

I'm in tears.

He sometimes spends too long in the shower bc he's practicing singing so much but having so much fun.

The rat slippers are so important as is the rat trees. I know they're the happiest little guys.

Baby copia just like me fr 🥺. Sore tummy club members unite. But also the idea of him loving the juice boxes still because they remind him of good memories is hurting me.

Idk why but the stars and eggs one took me out. He's so goofy I need to chew on him.

The only reason he found out it was a lie was bc terzo let the ball drop one day

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greenorangevioletgrass · 2 years

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My girl by the temptations please! I love this pairing and concept so much 😭

ayyy im glad you like it! we've had a lot of angst yesterday, let's have some tooth-rotting, sickeningly-sweet fluff with this classic banger!!

warnings: pregnancy, rooster is a soft protective boi, and drinks respect women juice!!

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Although Rooster never claimed to be a saint, he always thought he was alright with women—and women mostly found him alright. He grew up with his mom that he adored, has no qualms maintaining close friendships with women (Phoenix, for one, is basically family at this point), the relationships and situationships he had went and ended on good terms. And as Hangman teases him about being pussy-whipped, Rooster simply waves him off and drives away towards San Clemente in his trusty old Bronco.

Because at the end of the day, as much bravado is being displayed during locker room talks, nothing—and he means nothing— beats coming home to his girl.

There’s a spring in his steps as he walks up to the door. A fond smile as he hears you greet him as soon as he opens it. Heart swelling as you come into view, a personification of life and beauty and everything good in this world, with your twinkling eyes and flowy sundress.

“Hey!” you balance the box you’re holding under your arm, so you can kiss him hello.

“Baby, what are you—” he all but grabs it from you. “You shouldn’t be lifting heavy stuff!”

“It’s not heavy!” you tut in protest. “I’ve trained as a dancer, a naval aviator, and a boxer. I think I can handle your dad’s record collections.”

“Yeah, well, you weren’t four months pregnant when you did all that,” he grumbles.

“That we know of.”

His eyes go wide.

“I’m kidding!” The look on his face is priceless, and it sends you into a fit of giggles, loudly smooching his cheek.

He shakes his head, setting it down on the player stand, where the record player already perches. Neither were here when he left for work this morning. “Did you haul this up yourself, too?”

You shrug absently, getting the records out, carding through the collection to avoid his signature look of concern and discontent.

“Sweetheart…”

You brush him off, nudging him aside to put the disc in. The bass grooves through the soft static of the vinyl, and then the familiar guitar hook comes in. You pull him in, swaying him side-to-side in an attempt to… well, sway him. “Don’t you trust your girl, Roo?”

He may roll his eyes at you, but he can’t fight the smile on the corner of his lips. “My girl…”

“Your girls, actually.”

And then his whole world stops.

“Really?”

“Mm-hm. I wanted to tell you in person, but… yeah.”

“We’re having a girl,” he barely squeaks out, lips quivering, eyes brimming with tears.

“We’re having a girl!” You throw your arms around his shoulders, but he’s already sweeping you off of your feet, spinning you around. And when he sets you down, he gets down on both knees, cradling your growing bump.

“Hey, kiddo. Hey, beautiful…” he greets her, just above a whisper, “I love you so much. We can’t wait to meet you, sweetheart. But you got a little while to go, so hang in there, okay? And in the meantime, look out for your momma, will you?” he glances at you mischievously. “She’s one stubborn lady. I got a feeling you might be, too.”

You laugh when he kisses your belly, and pops back up to his feet, red-nosed and teary-eyed and happy as a clam. He looks so silly, looking at you like you’re the best thing that’s ever existed (you are to him), and you’ve never loved him more in your life.

Some people say that having a daughter is a karma for how a man treats the women in his life. They never specify, but Rooster feels like it's good karma.

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6. What version of Donatello is your favorite?

14. Who are your favorite duo (non-shipping)?

22. Show us a picture of one of your TMNT OCs (if you have one)

6. Might be against the grain here, cuz I've seen a lot of rise, but Bay Donnie is easily my favorite. I haven't even seen the full movies. But from clips he's silly, he's tall, he drinks his little juice boxes with sass. I like the more nerd Donnie aspects than the batshit insane ones

14. Urgh hard. I think it changes with iteration for me. 2012, Mikey and raph. He cares for him so much. Bay, also Mikey and Raph, but I really like how Leo and Donnie are often teamed up, I wish I could see that explored. Also wish we saw more of Donnie and raph together, I wish we got ANY more crumbs of the boys being siblings actually. Rise, Leo and Mikey. They have such a complex relationship. Leo pushes Mikey, Mikey sees him as a rival and somewhat idol to prove himself to and against, and it's partially bc of Leo's forced bravado to protect himself emotionally. It's lovely

22. Hoo boy. I have a few, my main one Millie has been "remixed" multiple times to fit whatever daydream I wanna play out at the moment. I do not, however, draw any of them very often. But here's rise Millie, one of the last few times I gave her in an art trade!(not my art). They were having a drone race, drones not pictured

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dc418writes · 2 years

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•Memory Lane•

✨Pairing✨: mechanic!Ari Levinsonxblack!Reader

Summary🪄: Ari’s girls treating him for Father’s Day brings along some good (and emotional) memories

⚠️: pretty much all fluff, teensy bit of angst, language (one bad word)

🎙: V late Father’s Day story/Drabble idea I thought of, featuring the Operation: Rekindle crew, that I hope you guys like✨

The light clinks and whispers coming up the stairs is the most adorable interruption to his sleep he could ask for. Turning so he would be facing the door he quietly laughs to himself now able to hear them a bit clearer.

“Slow down B, you’re moving too fast.”

“Which is exactly why I was just gonna carry the tray and you could’ve held the bowl,” Brynn counters.

“Like you could’ve carried this up the stairs. Dad would’ve been eating off the floor.”

“Shh! You’re being too loud.”

“Nuh uh, you,” Aliana retorts. By the time they’re opening the door to Ari’s bedroom, he’s sitting against the headboard in his solid grey tee shirt. Muscular arms crossed in front of him and hand covering his mouth to try and hide his chuckles.

“Just so you know, you girls would make terrible cat burglars.”

“…Why would we be stealing cats?,” Brynn asks. Both her and her sister completely missing their father’s jab as they stood looking at each other confused. This only makes Ari lean his head back laughing harder before motioning his loves over with a, “Come here you two.”

They carefully step in sync finally reaching the king sized bed to place the heavy tray over his lap. Ari’s blue eyes brighten and heart warms at the options in front of him: a bowl of Cheerios (his favorite since he was a child himself), three waffles drizzled in syrup with a square piece of butter in the center, and a small plastic cup of orange juice waiting in the corner.

“Oh!,” they both say in unison before, respectively, pulling an apple and small container of a few strawberries from the pocket of their robe and hoodie. “Happy Father’s Day!”

Also presenting him with his card, he can’t help the wide smile across his lips at the similarities of this present moment and his first Father’s Day with you in that old apartment. Before life decided to take a different route and get even more complicated.

“Happy Father’s Day,” you whisper with a careful peck to the corner of his mouth while placing the plate of golden pancakes topped with berries resting next to an omelette filled with peppers and cheese—just the way he liked—on the open textbook in front of him. He’d spent the majority of last night running into this morning studying for his upcoming exam, and no amount of your coaxing seemed to persuade him to take a break.

That is until the sizzling pan and diffusing smell of your creations awoke his stomach with a gurgle.

“Thank you honey, but I’m not a dad yet. Well technically…right?,” he asks setting you on his lap.

“According to the two people inside me causing my uncontrollable heartburn and swollen ankles you are,” you giggle resting your arm around the top of the chair. “So, gifts now or later?”

“Hmm, that depends…what gifts?” His mouth immediately finding the sweet spot at the base of your neck makes you squeal, playfully trying to push him away with hands planted on his broad chest.

“Actual gifts silly.” Leaning forward, you retrieve the dark blue gift bag from beside the desk sitting it on his unoccupied thigh. “Open.”

He starts with the card, tearing the flap of the envelope open and removing the orange card covered in small cartoon fans. “Happy Father’s Day,” he reads before moving to the inside and softly chuckling to himself catching onto the joke. “From your biggest fans. Love Y/N, baby A, and baby B.”

“It’s probably corny, but I thought it was cute.”

“It was very cute,” he smiles moving the silver tissue paper to the side to reveal a black baseball cap with “#1 Dad” on it along with a matching mug. The final present, a small leather box that held a silver watch shining with every tilt as he admired the beautiful timepiece. Turning it around he finally notices the inscription of “always” on the metal plate making his vision a bit cloudy.

“Sweetheart you didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I saw how you were looking at it in the window that day. Plus you don’t have a watch so, voilà.”

“Well thank you,” he smiles sliding you closer on his thigh to meet your full lips. His other hand spans across your growing belly rubbing in a circular motion and causing your little ones to stir as it always did. “And thank you babies. Clearly you get your amazing taste from mama.”

Side by side, the three sat in bed watching some cartoon while sharing strawberries. Both girls leaning their head on each shoulder while his arms held them close to his sides occasionally kissing the tops of their curly heads as he enjoyed their morning in.

“Dad?”

“What’s up Ali?”

“Do you have a favorite Father’s Day so far?,” she asks. Deep brown eyes and long lashes looking up towards him, just like her sister, while they patiently waited for his answer.

“Let’s see,” he ponders aloud, “honestly, the fact that I get to celebrate the day at all with you guys makes them all my favorite. But there’ve definitely been memorable ones.”

“Ari I thought you were watching her!” Bouncing a wailing Brynn in your arms, you try to console the fussy one year old while also cleaning the blood from her forehead that didn’t seem to want to stop.

“I was! But then I had to change Ali’s pull-up and-Ali no!”

Now both girls were crying. Brynn from her head injury, and now Aliana from stepping on a hidden piece of broken glass from the lamp in her attempt to be next to Ari.

And by the time the four of you made it to the hospital, you felt like crying.

“Alright so good news! Baby Brynn doesn’t seem to be experiencing any cognitive changes or symptoms that would make us suspect a concussion. We’re still gonna keep her for a bit longer just to make sure though,” the older doctor explains. Looking at her now you wouldn’t think anything happened how she giggled and babbled with her sister.

You wouldn’t think that with either of them really. The only evidence of something wrong being the butterfly bandaids covering their respective boo-boo’s.

“You guys have any questions for us or need anything?”

“No, uh we’re good for now. Thank you though,” Ari softly smiles with a gentle nod of his head.

“You’re welcome, and Happy Father’s Day. I know this isn’t exactly the ideal place to be,” he shrugs with a small chuckle.

“Thanks doc. Hope you have a happy Father’s Day too.” Once he’s left the room, you both release the breath you’ve been holding since the doctor mentioned her head needing to be scanned. Ari’s large hand soothingly running up and down your back as you lean into him.

“You realize this is just the first heart attack of many for us right?,” you state still gazing at your daughters now poking at each other as they lie side by side.

“Yep. Might as well reserve our own beds now,” he adds making you chuckle.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to any of the plans today.”

“S’alright. As long as you and the girls are good and we’re together, I’m happy.” His lips meeting your temple make you melt even more into his side, sighing contently.

“We did get to one very fun plan this morning though,” he smirks against your skin as you lightly smack his chest.

“So that’s how I got this mark on my forehead.”

“And my foot,” Aliana adds.

“Mhm, and the exact day I got my first gray hair,” Ari chuckles. “So, you’ve fed me this wonderful breakfast, what’s next for today?”

“What do you wanna do?,” Brynn asks.

“Well,” he stretches with a yawn, “how about we go visit grandma and grandpa to wish him a happy Father’s Day too?”

“Okay! And milkshakes after?”

“That’s a must, no questions,” Ali pointedly states with a mouth full of fruit.

“Um obviously,” he replies making both girls giggle from his impression of a teenage girl. “Last one dressed pays!”

Watching them hop out of bed to nearly knock each other over trying to get out the door has him laughing with the shake of his head at his girls not so little anymore.

Sometimes he wondered how long this would last. Them being excited to spend the day with their old man and keep up their little tradition. Admittedly, it made him a bit sad thinking they might one day grow bored with it, and how that day might come soon with their approaching teenager years.

His vibrating phone interrupts his thoughts before he can sulk any further, flashing your name along with a text.

Hey, Happy Father’s Day! The girls did remember to give you their card right? (sent 10:23 am)

Hey and thanks😊. Yes they remembered lol, made me breakfast too (sent 10:24 am)

Oh woww..cereal or waffles? (sent 10:25 am)

Both😉 (sent 10:26 am)

🤯…guess we know who’s the clear favorite lol (sent 10:27 am) You guys have anything else planned for the day? Well besides milkshakes? (sent 10:27 am)

Gonna go see my folks for a while. Probably eat with them or get something while we’re out (sent 10:28 am) Why? Were you coming over? (sent 10:28 am)

Fingers drumming against your mug, you debate amongst yourself whether it’s a good idea to go or not. Of course you wanted to see him and your girls, but the fact that you’d eventually have to leave still sent a pang through your heart.

Just like that first Father’s Day during your separation.

“We brought you some food,” you softly smile removing the containers from the plastic bag. Not having all of his furniture yet, you were stuck eating on a blanket on the floor as if it was an indoor picnic. “Girls, get down and come eat.”

Having not seen him in a couple weeks, Aliana and Brynn were immediately glued to their father with their tiny arms currently around his neck. Giggling as they dangled and he tickled their sides and kissed their chubby cheeks.

“We’ll play later okay, cmon let’s eat. You hungry?”

At the sight of French toast sticks, they eagerly sit down next to him saying, “Food dada.” Each taking one of the torn halves from his hand before loudly smacking as children tend to do.

“It’s only been a few days and they look bigger,” he softly grins trying his best at making small talk. Things had been expectantly awkward between you two with his decision to move forward with getting his own place.

That was always the plan though when you first agreed on your arrangement. But with the couple years leading up to this moment, you wouldn’t have thought it was on the table anymore.

And a small part of you hoped it wasn’t.

“Yea, it’s like they’re growing overnight.” Your small smile as you cleaned Ali’s face makes Ari’s fall. The obvious elephant in the room not doing anything to try to relieve the tension and only making him feel more guilty than he already was.

“So,” he clears his throat, “Bill’s letting me start in two weeks, so until then I was thinking maybe I could start watching the girls again? I-I know it’s a bit empty in here right now, but it takes a bit off your mom-,”

“Was I the only one that felt it?”

“What?”

“Us. L-Like we were actually getting back to how things used to be..at least, how they were supposed to.”

Of course he felt it, and any other time hearing you say that would’ve put a smile on his face so bright, the sun would tap out. That time being back in the apartment, sleeping next to you, and waking up to see his girls with hair in a frenzied mess, it felt right. Like you were the family you were always meant to be and nothing made him happier.

But for yours and the girls sake, he couldn’t tell you that.

“It was fun, but bottom line is I was just trying to help out with Ali and B like I’ll always do. As for us…we..we were two adults needing to scratch an itch,” he sighs rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean..that’s what you called it right?”

Watching whatever hope you had drain from your cocoa eyes and be replaced with a sheen of tears ready to fall is the worst heartbreak he’s ever experienced. It was as if he’d just told an innocent child that Santa didn’t exist; nor did the tooth fairy or Easter bunny. If only he could tell you the truth.

Your gaze falls to your legs just in time for your finger to quickly wipe away a tear just as it breaks through its barrier. Definitely not wanting the girls to see you upset, you manage to gracefully collect yourself able to meet Ari’s ocean like eyes again as if you weren’t crumbling inside.

You were too late. It was over, and you couldn’t help but feel it was all your fault.

“Yea um, y-you’re right. We agreed and now it’s done.” Albeit a stupid agreement really that both of you knew wouldn’t go as planned.

Standing to your feet, you begin collecting your things ignoring Ari’s regretful “wait” as you put on your jacket. “I um just remembered I told my dad we’d stop by so we uh..we should go. Ali, Brynn time to go babies.”

“Noo,” they both whine only holding onto their father tighter as they try to hide behind his broad back.

“Girls please don’t start, we gotta visit grandpa cmon.” They’re stubborn though. Insistent on staying with their dad as their own stream of waterworks starts to flow.

“Dada here! You go mama!,” Aliana shouts with the stomp of her foot.

“Shh shh, hey,” he softly coos bringing both around to hug in each arm. “What do I always say huh?” All is quiet besides their sniffling as they each look down gently tugging on his navy blue college tee shirt.

“Dunno..”

“Yes you do,” he smiles tilting their chins up to look at him. “I say be…?”

“B-Be good,” Brynn mumbles around her thumb in her mouth.

“Right, so you both gotta be good for mama and go with her, okay? I’ll come get you guys on Friday and guess what?”

“Wha?”

“We can get shakies and go to the park.” Both seem to perk up at that making their father lightly chuckle. “So that’s three days away. Show me three.”

They do as they’re told, each holding up three fingers alongside Ari’s much larger hand. “Very good! You’re so smart,” he grins blowing raspberries on their necks and causing their wild giggles to return before looking upwards at you, “just like mama.”

“You’re always so good with them,” you softly smile watching him expertly stand while holding your four-year-olds.

“No better than you.” Leaning forward, his soft lips fall onto your forehead reminiscent of a kiss goodbye, and you can’t help but to lean into his chest leaving a kiss of your own just under the Star of David hanging from his chain.

Right now you shouldn’t want anything to do with him.

Heaven knows you wish you could feel that way, but you knew it’d never happen. Ari would always be a part of you and you silently hoped that part never broke away.

Um…no I think I’ll stay in today. You guys have fun though! Tell papa Levs I said hi and Happy Father’s Day (sent 10:38 am) Tell your mom I said hi too (sent 10:38 am)

Will do, you sure though? We could always meet somewhere (sent 10:41 am)

Yea, you three go ahead. Don’t have too much fun😉lol (sent 10:43 am)

Damn…so much for Vegas then😜 (sent 10:44 am) And we could never without you there😘 (sent 10:45 am)

You were sure it didn’t mean anything and was just Ari being his charming self, but reading his message did have your heart and stomach fluttering like a recently freed butterfly.

Mhm sure🙄😆 (sent 10:46 am)

Speaking of, thing 1 and 2 say hello and that they love you, but are trying to drag me out the bed to hurry up and get dressed (sent 10:48 am)

Lmao, I know they’re serious about their milkshakes so tell them I said hi and I love them back. I’ll talk to you guys later (sent 10:50 am)

Alright, talk to you later sweetheart❤️ (sent 10:51 am)

Staring down at your respective screens, you each so badly wanted to type “Love you,” with your thumbs hovering over the keyboard and ready to hit send. Instead though, you both slide your phones away with a sigh hopeful that one day you would feel bold enough to finally share those two words again.

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threadsun · 1 year

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Anonymous Asks: "What do you think are Jack's, Joseph's, Shaun's, Ian's, Nick's, and Jean's favorite foods and drinks?"

Ooooh I’m gonna do these a lil out of order for Headcanon Reasons~

Content: Food and drink talk

Joseph:

Okay so I know everyone headcanons him as Italian-American, but like… my little Jewish heart likes to think he’s Jewish

Some of his favourite foods are ones he remembers his bubbe making for him before she passed away and he ran away

Her brisket is the thing he misses the most, so soft with just a hint of hot sauce and horseradish. Sandwiched between two slices of freshly baked challah…

The slightly gross bagels and lox she used to buy for him on a Sunday morning

But also he’s a sucker for a greasy burger and slightly soggy fries, a strawberry milkshake on the side

Shitty boxed wine (or manischewitz lmao)

Jack:

So, Sunny Day Jack was meant to be an all-American guy, but this Jack is a weird amalgamation of Jack and Joseph

So, uh, he’s Jewish too now. It’s my house I get to make the rules, and the rules are I project onto characters

Apples may be his favourite snack, but for a meal? Matzo ball soup. It’s got vegetables, protein, carbs… if you make it the day before, you can skim off the schmaltz!

He also loves fruit salads and regular salads, and—no surprise here—blueberry pancakes

Any sort of fruit juice is good for him! He’ll freshly squeeze it himself to make sure there’s not too much sugar

Man loves milk

Shaun:

Shaun is an accomplished man in many respects, but uhhhh… cooking is not one of them

He’s not the worst at it, he can make himself ready meals or boxed mac and cheese or simple dishes

But generally, he kinda prefers to just get food in. Chinese, Thai, and Indian are absolutely his favourites, but he does also like to try new places when he can

He’s a big fan of sandwiches! Any filling, he just loves something he can hold in one hand while he works

As for drinks, he loves a good smoothie. Especially those super healthy green ones full of like kale and spinach and stuff

Shaun’s alcoholic drink of choice is vodka

Ian:

Ian’s a pretty good cook! Not like… professional chef level, but he likes to watch cooking shows

He’s picked up a few things, and he’s learned to cook all of his favourite foods

He makes an absolutely delicious ramen, a very good full English breakfast, and he’s also a decent baker. Pies, cookies, cinnamon rolls of course

Breakfasts are definitely his specialty, especially things that are good for breakfast in bed

He loves strawberry milk, it’s almost silly how excited he gets about it (but also so cute)

He’s a big fan of all types of tea!

Nick:

Now, Ian may be a good cook, but Nick is almost a professional level cook. He’s practiced for years

He’s good enough to make his own new recipes if he knows the basic ingredients needed

He specializes in all types of rice and pasta and bread, all made by hand. Fried rice, coconut rice, carbonara, bolognese, naan, pizza, anything like that

He does love a good pain au chocolat, especially with a hot coffee. It’s his ideal breakfast

When it comes to drinks, he mostly sticks with water and coffee, but sometimes he’ll drink soda

He’s a sucker for lemonade

Jean:

Look, Jean never wanted to be an actor. He wanted to be a baker. It’s why he stuck with the Rory role for so long.

He’s not like… the best at it, just cause he doesn’t have much time to practice

But he definitely loves to eat sweets! Cakes and cookies, macrons and meringues, parfaits and puddings. Anything sweet, he has a major sweet tooth!

Cafe foods and drinks in general are his favourites. Croissants, doughnuts, coffee, tea

He loves a good cup of hot chocolate, with marshmallows and whipped cream

This man loves baileys

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mychinesenames · 4 months

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... 𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎 - 𝟹𝟶/𝟷𝟸/𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 | 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 - 𝟷𝟸:𝟺𝟶𝚙𝚖

„Alles Gute zum Jubiläum, mein Schatz.“

[ established relationship! Alcohol! Tipsy! ]

The night in mondstat was as any night, clear and cool. The perfect night to sit outside and have a drink, or just a simple dinner outside with your loved ones.

That is what Diluc decided to do. A small dinner to celebrate your two years spent together. Adeline had helped him, along with everyone else at dawn winery, to prepare a small surprise dinner for you when you came back from your work at the Goth hotel.

First was him giving a Boquet of Cecilias and Lamp Grasses;

"Happy anniversary my darling." They ere wrapped all in a lovely red bow, taken aback. "Diluc! These are beautiful, I'm afraid my gift won't suffice." Giving him a small gentle smile, one that he never grows tired of seeing. "No need to worry so much about that, your presence, love-" he gently wraps his arms around your waist, "and words, are all I need."

Next was a taking you picking grapes and fruits in front of the winery;

Placing a sunhat on you, before smiling and adjusting loose strands of hair in front of your face. "You look stunning.", " You look handsome." small laughs and giggles escaped before exiting the winery and walking towards the fields, hand-in-hand. You both picked grapes, apples, and sunsettias till the sun began to set.

And lastly, the dinner;

He informed you to get dressed in something comfy but elegant for you would be going out. Which was surprising in his case, most of your dates would happen in the manner away from public eye. The rarest ones are when you meet him leaving Angel's share to head home, allowing you both to stroll the streets of mondstat.

"Out? Are you sure?" You ask, sending a playful smile his way. "Not to town, just... you'll see." He fixes his jacket, and then leaves the room to wait for you down stairs.

After cleaning up your hair, you made your way down stairs. He stood near the stair case, gesturing his hand towards you, taking his hand, he led you towards the water near the winery...

"Oh Diluc! This is-" a path of lanterns trailed up to a table made for two looking over the river. Cecilias were in a vase on the table, "beautiful! You did all of this?", " I had help. Now, let's have dinner shall we?"

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　

The time flew by with you and Diluc chatting the night away. You had long finished your dinner when Adeline appeared with a tray of small desserts and a small bottle of sorts. "Don't stay out too late you two."

The desserts weren't too sweet, a balance of bitter followed. But you were most curious about the bottle, your eyes lingered it to search for any hint of what it may be.

"It's enhanced grape juice, I made this a few months before." Diluc answers, watching your adorable face. "Wait, you planned this MONTHS before?", " Well, I did plan to drink this with you, but by the time it was ready to consume, it was nearing our anniversary so-" he opens the bottle and pours small amounts of it in the empty glasses. "Why not make it even more special, I haven't tried any, but Adeline said it was fragrant and refreshing." Holding up his glass, gesturing you to do the same. You both toast, talong a sip of his 'enhanced' grape juice.

"Mh! This tastes really good! What did you do to make it 'enhanced' if I may ask?", he smiles and says " You'll find out later down the line my love."

He pulls a small box from his jacket, and places it in front of you. "Open it.", you slowly reach for the box, what you saw inside made your eyes water when Diluc begins to speak:

"𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

He removes the ring from its velvet hold, sliding it onto your finger. "Will you accept my promise ring, my love?", " That's a silly question, yes!"

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩...

-> 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚌 𝚁𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚛 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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Little Walter.. Part three

As promised I wrote the clingy Walter story. This honestly just a combination of scenarios that's happened with the AI. But once again I hope you guys enjoy this little story!

Walter had always been extremely attached and clingy when it came to you. He didn’t want to go anywhere without his mama and he constantly needed your attention. He did make it hard for you to date sometimes, because he always felt that you’d forget about him or not want to be his mama anymore. But that was never the case. Sometimes Walter got into this space where he needed constant reassurance and you never minded giving it to him because he was the light of your life and the most important man in your life. Today was one of those days where he was just a little more clingy than usual. When you picked him up from school he came running into your arms and clinging onto you as you picked him up and he buried his face into the side of your neck. School was something he was still getting used to. It was weird for him to adjust being away from you for a long period of time.

“Mama, I missed you.” he mumbled softly.

You smiled warmly at his words and you kissed his cheek. “I missed you too, sweetie.” you said softly and you could tell he didn’t want to let you go, so you proceeded to walk back home with him in your arms and he lifted his head and smiled at you as his arms wrapped around your shoulders and he gave you a little kiss on the cheek. Which only made you smile even more.

“Mama.. Do you love me? Would you ever stop?” he said in a soft voice.

“Are you kidding? I love you so much. I love you more than anything in this world, silly. I could never stop loving you. You know that.” you smiled, kissing his little nose. That brought a little smile to his lips but he still needed more reassurance.

“Mama? You’ll never leave me, right?” he asked as his big blue eyes stared up at you with almost tears in his eyes.

You furrowed your brow and you sighed softly. “Honey, I’m not going anywhere. I promise.. I would never leave you. Ever. I’d missed my little baby too much.” you chuckled.

Walter nodded and he laid his head against your shoulder as the two of you continued to walk and he nuzzled into you. Once you reached the house and got inside you put him down and took his backpack and he smiled up at you and hugged your legs. “Mama? Can I have a snack and will you sit with me while I eat? Please?” he asked.

You smiled down at him, nodding slowly. “Of course, my angel. What did you want for a snack?”

“Hmm.. A PB&J sandwich!” he beamed. You nodded and smiled and headed into the kitchen and you glanced down to see him right by your side as you did and then he stood right next to you as you began to make his sandwich. You suddenly felt his arms wrap around your left leg and his face pressed up against it, nuzzling you. You chuckled softly to yourself at the sight and you carefully moved with him still wrapped around your leg as you grabbed the peanut butter and then you limped your way back to his plate. Once you finished his sandwich and cut it in half, you looked down at him.

“Go ahead and sit down at the table, baby.” you said.

Walter nodded as he let go of you and he stared up at you. “But mama, you promised that you would.. You promised that you would sit with me.” he said softly.

You smiled. “And I’m going too, baby. I promise. Now go sit down.” you hummed.

He nodded and slowly walked over to the table and he climbed into the chair, watching you as you grabbed him a juice box and then came over and set the plate and juice box down in front of him. “Mama! Sit here! Sit here!” he said happily as he moved out of his seat, wanting you to sit down. You laughed and sat in his seat and then you picked him up and pulled him into your lap and held him. He had the biggest smile on his face as he leaned into your body and he started to eat his sandwich and drink his juice. You just watched him and gently combed your fingers through his hair and he held his sandwich in his hands and he leaned further into you, tilting his head up to smile at you.

“You just don’t want to leave my side today, huh?” you laughed.

He shook his head. “No, mama, no.. I want to be right here with you, mama. I love being with you!”

“I love being with you too, honey.” you smiled, kissing the top of his head as he took another bite of his sandwich.

“Mama, mama, guess what I learned at school today!” he said excitedly.

“What did you learn today, baby?” you smiled.

Walter turns a bit so he’s facing you and he’s still got his sandwich held in his little hands and he smiled widely. “I learned about.. About plants and what plants need to grow! I also learned what happens when you don’t take care of them. Mama? Can we have a garden and make our own plants!? Pleaseeeeeee!” he says, putting his half eaten sandwich down.

You laugh softly. “Sure, Walter.. But that takes a lot of work and time. You really have to be able to take care of your garden.”

“I can do it, mama! I can do it! We can spend lots of time together making a garden!” he giggles, clapping his hands together.

“That would be nice for us to do. You can show mama more of what you learned in school.” you said softly, leaning down to kiss his cheek. He was so happy because now they had a fun hobby they could do together. Walter was starting to feel better and even better because he had you and he knew you loved him so much and would never leave him. He nuzzled even more into you and rested his head against your chest as he grabbed his sandwich and started to nibble on it once again, letting out a soft content sigh.

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