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dreamauri · 1 month

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♪ — 𝗪𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡? - part two max verstappen x reader (fluff) “. . . when he wants to be normal, he can count on you, stranger.”

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“Come on, you can’t say he has so much potential!” Max miserably tried to hold in his laughs as you continued your rant about how much better Max would look if he put a little more effort or thought in how he dressed.

“I’m honestly starting to think he’s allergic to wearing anything . . . not Red Bull related. Like even in his streams! In his home!”

Sitting in front of his laptop with a makeshift setup in the hotel room in Japan, Max found himself unwinding from the earlier media day when he gladly accepted to join you for a game of Fifa. It wasn’t until someone brought up Lewis’ outfit from this morning did you start your little ted talk.

“La, please concentrate on the game, we’re losing!” he couldn’t stop laughing either so your team was toast either way.

“No, because I bet he's wearing his Red Bull shirt right now wherever he is.”

The reason why Max was no longer able to hold it together was because he was indeed in a Red Bull shirt. He might actually take you up on being allergic to anything not associated with Red Bull.

“I’ll gladly design a few outfits for him, I swear!”

“La-” Max put his face in his hands, shoulders shaking from laughter as his screen showed the opposing team scoring a goal. The dutch would usually feel frustrated if he were to be losing a Fifa game in any other situation, but not this one with you.

He's ready to lose and lose again, even give up his title as one of the world's top twenty Fifa players if he gets to spend time with you like this, laughing and joking; forgetting the world around, so it's just you and him.

Just two people . . . being people.

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“Since I have no one to show, you're stuck with me.”

It’s kind of been a routine now, having a private call after a game or upon finding spare time. You two have gotten close. You even considered “amilian” to be a close friend, per say. A close friend who you regularly vent to about work or just randomly ask riddles or dad jokes to bother.

You enjoyed his company. He was a fun person to be around. He made you feel . . . yellow in a type of way too. You never felt left out or unheard. He always had time for you, it's like you were maybe gravitating to being more than close friends . . . it's not like you can do anything about it though.

Surely people make close friends online all the time.

You stay up on your couch, scrolling through the settings of your laptop to show and rant despite having to get up in the morning. Max crossed his legs on his chair folding his arms and watching the screen as you messed around on your shared screen.

“La, it’s late.” He’s been trying to tell you for the past 10 minutes. It’s 6:30 in Japan, 7 hours ahead of the time in Paris, where you were.

Not that he’s keeping track of the time where you were, it’s just that you shared the same time zone as Monaco, and he only had the GMT+2 clock displayed on his home screen because he needed to keep track of his cats . . . not too make sure you got enough sleep or anything of that sort.

“It's only 11:30,” you shushed, pulling up pinterest. Max hung his head, trying to hold in his smile. “I could put together a whole outfit that would suit him right here and now,”

“La,” Max giggled watching you actually start to search and put things together. “I’ll make a deal with you, if you go to sleep, I'll try to get Max Verstappen in baggy jeans,”

“WHAT?!” the blond flinched at the loud noise, looking around his hotel room to make sure no one heard anything -- despite him being alone.

“You know I work in F1 right?” Max followed up, trying to hold in his smile at your silence. “La, you forgot?!”

“I’m sorry!” you pleaded, holding your hands in a begging motion despite him not seeing anything.

Max put his hand on his chest and pretended to be offended when he was smiling really wide to the point his cheeks hurt. “My best friend doesn't know what I do for a living,” he gushed in fake hurt.

Your mind blanked at the title. Best friend?

“You do know what my job is, right, La?”

“. . .” You looked away embarrassed, you’ve known the guy for how long and don’t even know what his profession is.

Max couldn’t stop his giggles. “Go to bed, La. I’ll get Max in baggy jeans for you.”

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“Hey um, million?”

“I thought I told you to go to bed?” Max chuckled, crouched in front of his suitcase, digging through it in hopes to find a pair of baggy jeans or a white shirt that he probably doesn't own.

“I am in bed technically . . .” The blond looked over to his laptop on his desk, the call still going. “You work in F1,” Max felt his heart jump in anxiety for a second, there's no way you figured him out.

“Yeah?”

“Well um . . . my boss chose me to go see how things were going with McLaren at the Monaco gp,”

The dutch perked up at your announcement. “Really? That's great!”

“Y-Yeah, it is,” you stuttered, agreeing. you crossed your arms, looking at the email congratulating you on your phone screen. “I mean, I'm glad, this is an experience of a lifetime. I get to drag along a few interns with me as well.” Max frowned, your tone did not match with the news you were announcing.

“What's wrong?” He got up, sitting on the desk chair, looking at your profile picture, the concern was clear in voice, as if you could feel him sitting beside you on your bed and gently rubbing your back to comfort you.

“Well, I don't have anyone to go with - the interns don't count . . . and I don't know anyone in Monaco or the attendees-- except you technically . . . I haven’t been on my own for that long before,” you sighed.

Max furrowed his eyebrows, trying to decipher what you were asking of him.

“Is it-” you cut yourself of with a sigh. “Can I hang out with you sometime? During the weekend?” Max stayed silent, feeling his heart pounding to the point he was scared the organ would explode out of his chest.

“I mean,” Max cleared his throat to hide the crack in his voice that arose from the anxiety he was drowning in. “I’m not traveling with the team every weekend, so I'm not sure if I'm going to be in Monaco . . . I’ll have to ask my boss.” he replied quietly and slowly, trying to comfort you still. “There’s still a few weeks before Monaco, so . . . I don’t know for sure.” He whispered, scratching the back of his head.

He was digging himself a grave. Asking Horner if he’s going to be in Monaco when he is the driver and already lives in Monaco? It’s too late now to be honest about who he is, he dug this hole himself and now he’s stuck in it.

It’s not like he can be like ‘oh, yeah of course you can hang out with me. Oh, I’m Max Verstappen by the way, the guy who’s driving the best car and winning all the races, so I can get you VIP tickets and a hot lap too if you want.’

“I’ll try my best to be there,” the blond whispered. You could almost feel him brushing your hair comfortingly. “We can get ice cream or go sightseeing. I know this really good cafe you’ll like . . .” Max will just have to keep digging his hole.

proof reading credits to the lovely and amazing @classiclitfreak <3

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myfictionaldreams · 8 months

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To the question about moving in with mafia Steve:

Did she had a space or place that she really liked? Like the Libary or the fireplace?

If she does… would Steve find her there often? 🥺

Aww, I actually love this question (thank you for asking it!) This all takes place following the fic 'Last Hope' from my Mafia!Stucky series.

It was difficult at first, the realisation of the previous day's actions had caused tears to fall, and thankfully Bucky was able to handle the cleanup from the events of ‘last hope’, so Steve could stay with her. The entire first day was spent in bed, aching from the fighting that had occurred but also the fucking which was actually a way that she used to distract herself. She was sore from her first time, but that didn’t mean that Steve didn’t use his mouth or fingers to make her cum multiple times until she was a wet puddle in the middle of his bed.

Once she made it out of the bedroom, it took a few hours to find her way around without Steve’s directions. It was odd for her to now call this new building her home but it also strangely felt right.

The first week was honestly a mix between grieving her past life, celebrating her new one and attempting to build it. This included meeting new members of the gang, understanding their job roles and where she would come into play regarding this but that was a decision for another time. Especially when she realised she couldn’t just wear Steve’s clothes for the rest of her life and he promptly treated her to a shopping spree that had even the shop owners’ eyes bulging with the amount of money Steve was willing to spend on his girl.

Once she became used to her new home, there were a few places that she’d like to be to unwind and create a safe space. Baking special treats for the gang members soon won her good graces into Bucky’s books as he was soon begging her to cook something new each and every time he saw her. She liked to also spend time in the garden however the weather was becoming more chilled so inside was where she spent most of her time.

In the new relationship, she didn’t want to be away from the safety that Steve provided, so one day, she followed him into his at-home office which was lavish and yet homely, decorations and warm colours greeting her on entry. Steve showed her to one of the quant little armchairs that faced his desk, a velvet cushioned seat with a plump decorative pillow.

She chose the chair on the left and hugged the pillow to her chest, idly chatting away with Steve about who was on the pictures on his walls. This continued for hours, and she even managed to doze off in the chair, she found it that comfortable. For the next few days, she returned to the chair, sometimes with a book in hand or a freshly baked pastry, as she enjoyed simply just being in Steve’s company.

Steve was enjoying it just as much and liked that he could keep an eye on her whilst doing all the admin that came with being the boss. Once, Bucky arrived at the home, the three of them walked up to Steve’s office, where he sat in the left armchair.

“Buck, sit in the other chair”, Steve mumbled under his breath without a single thought, talking as if on instinct that even seeing someone else in that chair just wasn’t right.

Bucky didn’t question the motives and simply stood, and sat in the other chair so she could quickly plop into the seat that was officially hers. Eventually, it became her safe space. If she was feeling overwhelmed with the life changes or needed to vent to Steve in some way, she could come to her chair. Even when he wasn’t home, she could sit in the office, some quiet music and a fluffy blanket and curl up into it, hugging the pillow until Steve came home and he could sit on the floor beside her and ask if everything was ok.

It was a big adjustment moving in with Steve however, it was one that she never regretted, and she was just lucky that the home and he, was so easy to fall in love with.

#mafia au #mafia!stucky #mafia stucky #mafia steve rogers #mafia bucky barnes #mafia drabble #stucky drabble #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #mine*#asks*#anon

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ghostlyforxst · 1 year

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GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNING: Yandere Tendencies and Not Proffed

CHARACTER: Rengoku Kyojuro

Link to Yandere Alphabet (google docs)

A/N- Rengoku won the poll, a mha poll will be up soon! I hope you all enjoy this and please make suggestions or comments if you want another one of these with another charac.

Affection — how do they show their love and affection?

He wants you, and everyone else, to know that he is enamored by you. And the best way for him to express that is through physical touch and words of affirmation. He'll burrow himself against you as he points out the things he favors about you.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I do, just so beautiful!"

Blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Even though many would argue how amiable he is, behind that exterior there is something more nightmarish—more inclined to protect the ones cares for. Which means, he prepared to drench himself in the blood of his and his darling’s enemies.

Cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?

Kyojuro will treat you as if he hasn't even kidnapped you, acting as if you two are a loving couple.

Darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

No…ish, unless he does it as punishment—he hates seeing you tears and hearing your screams. But he probably succumbs to it, if you're not willing to give him what he wants—the man wants kids.

Exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

To a certain extent, he wants to be able to talk like a lover who needs to vent about their day or a person. But he doesn't want you to feel pity for him, and usually keeps it to himself.

Fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?

As delusional as he is, he'll think someone put you to it or you are in need of attention—don't let him unravel the true reason, because that side of him is something you do not want to experience.

Game — is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Kyojuro does not see this as a game, being his lover is not a game—he takes his relationship with you seriously and passionately. He despises your attempts of 'escape', though he suppose you need fresh air. Why else would you escape his loving embrace? Is someone feeding you lies, Y/N?

Hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The worst experience is you breaking him out of his delusional state, making him realize how you actually feel and your intentions.

A day he came from a tiring mission, wanting nothing more for you to comfort him—though that wasn't going to happen. Those hours of that day you had mulled over the fact he had kidnapped you, deprived you of most of your freedoms, and forced you to become his 'lover'. For one thing, you were seething. Unfortunate for him and you, he had come home to you being furious. You shouted profanities at him and screamed how much you hated him for the things he did—his eyes dulling with each resentful word as glowered at you.

That day, he taught you to behave. A purplish bruise swelling on your cheek and scars soon to be tainting your skin.

Ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?

He'll like to marry you and eventually have kids, and maybe get a companion or two.

Jealousy — do they get jealous? How do they handle it?

Not very often, he is pretty confident with his relationship with you. But if it's one of those times he is more irked by a person than ever, he will not hesitate to threaten or eliminate that person. You are his, he is yours.

Kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?

Like what a lover would do: kissing you, snuggling with you, asking how your day was/is, being fun-loving. He wants you to reenact those affectionate gestures, for you to love him like he loves you.

Love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?

Kyojuro is straightforward, and effortlessly announces that he'll like to get to know you. Confident steps towards you, beaming blithely, and speaking with you as if he knew you for years.

Mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

No, besides stowing away his yandreish tendencies around his coworkers. He is happy-go-lucky kyojuro!

Naughty — how would they punish their darling?

If you give him a reason to, though it determines how he feels and how you strike him in a way with your words or fist, he'll punish you. If it's one those bad days, he'll result to physical punishments like spanking and slapping you. But if it's a good day, he'll isolate you or emotionally hurt you.

Oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?

A good bit, you're not to exit the house without him or someone of his choosing. You're not allowed to converse with certain people without his permission. You are to love him, even if you don't…

Patience — how patient are they with their darling?

Kyojuro is a patient man, though at times he can lose his cool and snap at you.

Quite — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If his darling successfully escapes him, Kyojuro is in disbelief. He loved you, he fed you, he cared for you, and got you whatever your little heart desired and this is how you treat him. His disbelief turns into anger, and the more time you're gone it turns to sorrow. He'll never give up his search for you, asking from person to person and asking for the help of his friends.

He'll feel rather dejected if you pass, his heart aching as he grieved harshly. Becoming less conpassionate and cheery than he was before. Eventually or possibly hallucinating, and making another world within his mind where you are still alive. Though deep within him, he knows, but he isn't willing to move one.

Regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?

Kyojuro doesn't see it as kidnapping, he's relatively delusional, he sees it as if he is bringing you home.

Stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

You were just as compassionate as him to protect the ones in need, you were fearless and humble—he loved that. Though the nagging feelings became more noticeable: infatuation, love, and protectiveness. He needed you, and with a simple gesture he knew you already accepted him being your lover…though you didn't.

Tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He absolutely detests it, and will comfort you as much as he can. Killing and threatening the people he believed to be the cause, was it him? No, no, no. He knew you loved him, so that could not be it! It had to be some person or maybe you're having a terrible day? Yeah…

Unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Yes, he already believes that his darling was in love with him at first sight. More delusional than a regular yandere!

Vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His vulnerable times, when he is sensitive to your words but that's rarely. Though if you catch a time when he is on a mission longer than his regular, and are able to escape the people he left to watch you, then you could probably escape.

Wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?

In extreme cases, maybe when he becomes more aware that you're trying to leave him and he'll slice your ankles and more.

Xoanon — how much would they revere or worship their darling?

More than usual, he'll do anything for you besides let you free. He'll bend backwards for you, just to see you happy and to receive affection from you.

Yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Three to four weeks, you should've been home by then. He needed you to be home, he needed your attention, he needed to protect you from those man eating demons and greedy-undeserving people.

Zenith — would they ever break their darling?

Oh goodness no, Kyojuro only wants your love. He loves you too much to see you so disheartened!

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seilahscopium · 10 months

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Gojo Satoru Dating Head cannons

♡ I grant a wish for whoever summons me and take one thing as a payment ♡

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✧in the mornings, Gojo holds you close to his chest because he doesn't want to get up yet. he'll beg and beg for just 5 more minutes!! which becomes another 45 minutes laying in bed together

✧he usually does this when he has to go to work, so you have to pull him out of bed. he'll really appreciate it if you keep him company while he gets ready

✧Gojo can't cook anything fancy. the best he can do is quick meals like heating up macaroni in the microwave or something simple. This is because whenever he eats he usually goes to fancy restaurants or just eats out.

✧he rarely uses his own house before dating you. he's usually out and about on trips and missions and never had any motivation to go to his house

✧he would love eating your cooking. it'd be delicious to him. eating something you made for breakfast would be a great way to start his day

✧when Gojo does manage to leave the house and goes to work he's texting you during boring meetings and sending many pictures of the stuff he sees. whether its something that reminds him of you or just to keep you posted, he's blowing up your phone

✧expect to get a photo of Megumi with a hand over his face and blood creeping down from his head with a caption that says 'Helping out my students when they're in danger I'm amazing right?? :))'

✧oh yeah he definitely gets you souvenirs!! snacks, decoration for the living room, a charm from him to you, etc.

✧you never feel unloved or forgotten by him

✧not to mention, when he is around his co-workers and students they know about you. because he talks about you. all the time. he doesn't realize it but he finds a way to bring you up in the conversation at least once

✧you have your own little room in his mind<3

✧when he gets back from work he would love to go on a date with you

✧Gojo likes going on dates that require going out into the city. he just likes being able to stretch his legs and explore with you by his side

✧Gojo loves PDA!! he'll hold your hand, have you sit on his lap, and lean down to give your shoulder a kiss

✧he doesn't care what other people think. only you two exist in his bubble more than half the time so why should he care what a bunch of nobodys think

✧he especially enjoys fancy dinner dates because he gets to see you in these gorgeous dresses that show off your hips and chest and that nice smooth back of yours-

✧hes eye fucking you at dinner dates I'm sorry.

✧he would even buy dresses for the dates because he wants you to dress up for him

✧hes doesn't get jealous if people are eyeing you. he trusts you and is confident in his place in your heart. and he knows for a fact all those guys can't love you as well as he can, they're not even worth his time and energy

✧ it's just that he is possessive.

✧ you wear a promise ring on your finger. you have a necklace that has a heart locket and when you open it it has his initials on the inside. and not to mention all the hickeys that he gives you in places that everyone will see

✧he'll do dumb things to impress you or make you laugh because he loves seeing your smile and having you praise him :((

✧when you two are relaxing at home after going out together, he'll rest his head on your thighs while he slowly talks about things running around in his brain that may be bothering him

✧and I can not stress enough that when Gojo vents to you, make sure you give him actual feedback and things. he needs to be reassured and wants your opinion, so please be equally communicative with him

✧communication in general is really important to Gojo. if something is going on then talk to him about it, he will listen and help you. it doesn't bother him at all, he wants to know what's going on in your head

✧before going to sleep he likes laying with you in bed while you read a book and play with his hair. he likes talking with you about the day before you fall asleep as well.

✧he never ever forgets to say 'I love you' before falling asleep. I imagine him giving your neck a kiss and saying he loves you before falling asleep

✧and yes. Gojo is the big spoon. but he'll absolutely melt if you rub his knuckles with your hands when they're wrapped around you

✧Gojo secretly wants to be babied. like yes, he takes care of everything for you both. but do little things for him like giving him a hug from behind, playing with his hair, or just holding his hand. he'll feel happy with that

✧he will never say it upfront that he wants to be babied. so you have to just do it without him asking

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #fem reader

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diagonal-queen · 9 months

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May i request how hunting dogs would react when their s/o doesn’t feel enough for them?

When their S/O feels inadequate

♡ pairing: Fukuchi Ouchi, Jouno Saigiku, Tecchou Suehiro, Teruko Okura, Tachihara Michizou x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do the Hunting Dogs react when they learn that you feel inadequate?

♡ cw: Reader is insecure and has self-esteem issues (same queen T-T).

note: You guys really like when I write for the Hunting Dogs huh? I have so many reqs for them and Tecchou specifically lmao. But I'm more than happy to write about the silly little soldiers and their evil boss dad. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Fukuchi:

For a guy as smart as Fukuchi (I don't like him but even I gotta admit this man is big brain) he just didn't see it coming

Because...? You're the partner of the world's hero, Fukuchi Ouchi! Why would you ever think you're not enough? He sure doesn't

But it becomes all too apparent when he gives you time to explain your perspective. Any regular person would look painfully unimpressive besides him, but you feel like you don't meet particular expectations being his S/O.

Plus you feel like he's out of your league because...y'know. War hero dilfman and all that

He quickly tells you that the reason you're together is because you're YOU, and he loves you as you are. You don't need to meet or exceed anybody else's expectations, including your own (especially your own in fact)

Fukuchi never really considered that his status would lower your self-confidence, but he'll be damned if he keeps letting it happen

He doesn't want you to compare yourself to him in any way. The only thing you owe to each other is respect and trust- relationship stuff. Outside of that, he wants you to be whoever YOU want to be

He's never really been one to care that much about social status and whatnot so what is a giant insecurity to you is entirely irrelevant to him. That fact actually reassures you a little because it solidifies your trust in his feelings

Not only that, but he wants to show his feelings for you as well, especially if doing so will make you feel better. And we know I hc Fukuchi as being a sugar daddy type soooo...clear out your living space because you're getting more gifts than a five year old with undiagnosed autism

No but really. He loves you. And nothing's gonna change that babes <3

Jouno:

For a sadist he's like...really nice about it

He doesn't get upset at you, doesn't start interrogating you...in fact, he's initially very calm about it

He just asks you why you feel this way. He doesn't interrupt you and just lets you explain yourself, not worrying about you getting emotional or anything

He keeps his hand placed comfortingly on your back as you do so to subtly show that he's not mad or anything. And he listens really intently too

When you tell him that you don't feel good enough for him considering everything he is, he then gets a little upset with himself, not you.

He never intended to make you feel inadequate because he's a Hunting Dog. Jouno only ever wanted to make sure you were comfortable and safe so he feels like this is his fault

You have to let him know that it's not because of him that you feel like this, it's just personal self-esteem issues that you're working on. He understands but he can't shake the guilt

Jouno really loves you and actually feels horrible about this. He actually ends up telling you some of his personal issues with himself as well

It gets really deep and sad. You definitely cry, he probably doesn't but he's definitely not happy

When you're both done mutually venting to each other you decide that you're going to help each other through your issues together. You want to be more open with these things and spend time trying to work through them with him

The idea makes him a little wary AT FIRST, but he's willing to try for you. Maybe he'll find that being able to trust someone, really trust them, isn't so bad after all?

Tecchou:

Tecchou is absolutely dumbstruck when you tell him about your insecurities

This is because he got used to the notion that you saw yourself the same way that he does, so when he learned that this wasn't the case he just...didn't exactly know what to say.

His first instinct is to be all 'no you're amazing' but he knows that those kinds of words will just seem hollow and unhelpful.

After he asks you to explain why you feel like this, he's silent. Both trying to listen to you, as well as just really sad :(

If you cry, he'll be devastated. He'll pull you into his arms and gently shush you until you feel a little better, patting your back and carding his fingers through your hair

Once you pull your face from the crook of his neck, he'll take your face in his hand and thumb away a tear rolling down your cheek

Tecchou tells you that he thinks you're lovely as you are, and that you have nothing to be afraid of. He reassures you that he won't leave you, he isn't keeping anything from you, and that despite your 'flaws' he loves you more than anything

(his speech is more eloquent than that but that's the gist of it lol)

Tbh he probably just makes you cry more with his words, then panics like 'wait no I didn't mean to make you cry even MORE'

You have to reassure him that they're sentimental happy tears T-T

He feels really bad. He feels like he must've failed you as a partner if you don't even know how much he loves you

He promises from here on that he'll do absolutely whatever he can to help you understand that you're loved and appreciated <3

You promise the same and let him know if he ever feels like this to tell you instantly and you can work through it together

And of course, cus he knows how much you like it when he does, he cuddles with you for a while after :')

Teruko (platonic):

Y'know that trope where someone's friend will make fun of them but if anyone else dares to do the same they're catching hands?

It's literally Teruko

And you are no exception

She's FULLY ready to beat some sense into you, because you're her best friend and you're amazing?? Why would you ever think any less of yourself?

Teruko is very extra. She will go to great lengths to demonstrate how much she loves you because of YOU and you alone

She'll name everything she likes about you. She'll make you name things you like about yourself too. She'll FORCE a self-compliment out of you no matter what it takes (no she won't that was a lie. But she will try very hard)

She also tries to make you laugh, just to cheer you up a little and distract you from your negative feelings. That way you can have the conversation with a calmer and more rational mind

She'll give you a little pick-me-up in the form of a really energetic and actually quite adorable pep talk

She also gives you a really big (lethal) hug

In general she really just wants to make you happy and hammer it into you that you don't need to be insecure about her friendship with you, because she cares about you a great deal!

Like yeah she teases you sometimes, but you tease her back and you guys are allowed to do that cus you love each other.

She asks you if she should dial it down a little and you tell her that she doesn't need to worry about that, because who is Teruko if not a loveable menace and an instigator?

If you still feel insecure about yourself after all this, then Teruko still feels like trying to cheer you up. Cry about it scrub

Tachihara:

His heart BREAKS when you admit to him that you don't feel like you're good enough for him

Because, and he doesn't wanna tell you this at first, but he tends to feel the same way a lot of the time

Tachihara has quite a lot of insecurities considering his identity crisis and all that, and sometimes he can feel like a burden to you due to the nature of his work. Compared to that, any issues you feel you might have seem absolutely minuscule to him.

Regardless, he tries to understand things from your point of view and comforts you about it

He'll reassure you that your personal insecurities don't affect him or his view of you, and that he loves you for all the things about yourself that you consider to be flaws and more

He asks you about certain things that make you feel inadequate and relates them back to his own experiences to reassure you and show that he does understand you

He knows and dislikes the fact that he views you as being better than him, and vice versa. What he really desires is that you both see one another as equals

To be totally honest, he might actually suggest couples' therapy for you guys.

It's not that he thinks your relationship is going to end from this or that he's struggling because of it, but he wants to maintain and improve it in a way that benefits both of you emotionally

Tachihara is the least prideful and most mature hunting dog there I said it fight me

If you don't want to do couples' therapy then he won't make you. But if you do he'll find the time and he'll support you 100 percent

Tachihara loves you and wants you to be alright without becoming someone else. The only change he wants to see in you is an increase in self-love <3

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kyojurismo · 11 months

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★ PROLOGUE

# sub!kyojuro rengoku x fem!reader

summary : your behaviour is starting to change towards him, but kyojuro fears this is only his imagination and that you’re simply lonely and finding a way to enjoy yourself. is there a possibility that you’re actually attracted to him?

chapter tags : sfw, mitsuri makes an appearance, mention of rengoku family, i can’t think of anything else so lemme know if i missed something, 1.6k words — i’ll try to write more for future chapters, pray for me lol.

series masterpost

a/n : hello! i’m both excited and scared to post this lol, writing series and longer fics in general it’s not my forte, so please please please be kind and keep in mind that english is not my first language. i know there’s nothing spicy or truly entertaining — i was lowkey testing the water lmao — but i hope you guys enjoy it anyway <3 ps. lemme know if you wanna be added to my say yes to heaven taglist to be sure to not miss something.

a young, rich woman without a husband? of course people would speculate about it. that’s what your mother used to repeat. because rich women were always seen under a different light.

but, you didn’t care. you never searched for a husband, you knew your worth and that you didn’t need a man to take care of you.

the only man you were able to tolerate was your precious servant, kyojuro rengoku. kyojuro had been working for you for almost three months now, he was a loyal, caring and educated young man. he was working hard to help his family, and nothing seemed to distract him from work.

at least for now.

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the fact that you could work from home was a real blessing. you weren’t a lazy person, you just enjoyed being around him most of the time.

kyojuro was a simple guy. he was always smiling and his voice sounded so comforting and soothing whenever he spoke, whatever the topic. he would be able to smile back at a bully and kindly ask him to not vent their anger on others. that was truly amazing.

his personality was able to overshadow his appearance. no doubts he was an attractive young man, but the moment he started interacting with you – oh, you completely forget about his pretty face. you could ask anyone, they would all reply with the same thing.

you were sitting at the table in your dining room, patiently waiting for your usual breakfast. your eyes were scanning the first pages of the newspaper, devouring the fresh news for the day, when the doors opened. he walked in and served you quietly, before bowing and taking a couple of steps back so he could stay close enough to you if you needed anything, but not that much close to disturb your peaceful breakfast.

“did you sleep well last night, kyojuro?” you suddenly asked him, keeping your gaze focused on the page as you took the first bite of your food. “yes, ma’am,” here came his voice. “i’m glad. as you know, we had to move your room closer to mine for a couple of electrical issues,” from kyojuro’s perspective your tone showed a bit of annoyance, but in reality a part of you was glad that side of your house had been left without light until someone could come to fix the cables. “i understand, but you don’t have to worry about me, ma’am,” he smiled even though he was standing behind you. “i’m happy with everything you decide.”

oh, really?

“now that i think about it, i have a bunch of commissions in town. i’d like for you to accompany me, if that’s alright,” you let a small smirk curve your lips when he hesitated; it was the first time you asked him something like that, after all. could it be a challenge?

“m-ma’am, i’d gladly accompany you but—” you interrupted him, knowing that he was gonna explain he had to stay here since it was his role in the first place. “kyojuro, i’m not really asking for you approval,” your tone sent a shiver down his spine and he cleared his throat. “i will gladly come with you.”

“good boy,” you turned your head to glance at kyojuro and show him a smile, before turning to finish eating your breakfast. that caused you to miss the faint blush appearing on his cheeks at your praise. it was the most casual thing to say, but somehow kyojuro found very pleasurable to hear you say it.

one thing for sure, you weren’t that dumb. you noticed that after such period of service, kyojuro craved your praises whenever he did something for you. it made him feel good and sent a pleasant feeling through his whole body. all this from just the thought of making you feel satisfied with his work.

would you be able to get something more from him at this point?

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you were staring out the window quietly, watching with little interest the people and the buildings passing by. “i’ve never been in this part of the city,” you heard kyojuro’s comment and turned to look at him, catching him staring out with a sweet smile on his face. “i realise you rarely leave the house…” your voice is low but it still reached his ears.

“ma’am, there’s no need for you to feel bad. that’s just my job,” he tilted his head to the side and smiled at you, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. he looked so… adorable.

“i’ll let you come with me more often,” you assured with a smile then grabbed a little notebook with a pen, handing them to him. “you can write down the places you want to visit next time.”

kyojuro was surprised but nodded eagerly, genuinely appreciating it. he indeed wrote down a bunch of places, but the dream of coming here again felt distant to him nonetheless.

when the car stopped, you jumped off followed by him and started walking towards your usual clothes shop. kyojuro glanced around curiously while you looked around for a new elegant dress. “what do you think?” he turned his head to look at you, noticing you were holding a sleeveless dark blue dress into your hands. “u-um, it looks good.”

were you really asking him for advice?

“i’ll try it on then,” you smirked at him and walked towards the dressing rooms section. kyojuro followed you swiftly, in case you would need something.

“i need help with closing the back!” you called from behind the curtain. you waited patiently for him, since he seemed to be quite hesitant to enter inside. it was the first time you asked for something like this. “kyo– oh, i thought you left without me,” you chuckled and watched him from the reflection.

his hands were warm against your skin, as he helped you close the dress. his cheeks were slowly turning red as he timidly glanced at your reflection, your cleavage more visible than usual now. “it looks beautiful,” his smile showed he was a bit embarrassed, but sincere. you turned to face him and smiled, watching him scan your figure. “yeah… really beautiful.”

you laughed before patting his arm playfully. “relax! you’re so tensed,” you exclaimed while turning around. you glanced at yourself into the mirror, it was indeed a beautiful dress. “i’m gonna buy this one then,” you announced, satisfied.

you then started taking the dress off before catching his eyes into the mirror. “are you waiting for a show?” you smirked at him and kyojuro’s eyes widened while his whole face turned red, quickly followed by his ears. “i-i’m sorry!” he was quick to exit and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

you found yourself enjoy teasing him. his reactions were cute. in fact, you kept doing it for the whole day. the mischievous touches whenever you were sitting next to each others, the compliments clearly going further that of a friendly relationship between a servant and his madam. kyojuro was left speechless most of the time, with red cheeks and his heart close to jump out of his chest.

but was it real or was it all in his head though?

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“no way!” mitsuri jumped in her seat, looking at her friend. “oh, kyojuro!” she grabbed his hands, making him gasp. “what are you gonna do about it?” he frowned at her words. “nothing?”

it was his day off work and kyojuro always tried to meet up with mitsuri, one of his childhood best friends.

mitsuri glared at him, almost offended. “what do you mean by that?!” she hit his chest, exasperated with him. “she’s clearly enjoying your company and there might be something more going on between you and her. take this opportunity!”

“i would never take advantage of her like that,” kyojuro’s tone was serious. “i work for her, she probably just feels lonely and that’s her way to have some fun. i can’t blame her at all. plus…” his voice trailed off. “plus??” mitsuri waited expectantly for him to continue. “i like getting her attention, so i don’t really want to ruin anything,” he confessed it in a very low tone, mitsuri had to lean closer to hear him clearly.

“ooh, i knew it!” she clapped her hands happily and smiled sweetly at him. “alright, do as you please… but lemme know if something changes!” she made him promise, showing him her pinkie. “don’t worry, nothing will happen between me and her,” he said while raising his own pinkie, locking them together. “a girl can dream!”

kyojuro found himself smile then while listening to her rambling about some sweet guy working with her, as they kept sitting at the restaurant table enjoying their lunch together. she was a very lively person and was usually seen smiling most of the time. he enjoyed her company and was happy to be her friend.

after that, kyojuro would usually visit his family and give them his monthly payment, making sure they could easily afford any kind of costs. he was mostly working to help them, after all.

you never took advantage of his need to work, you actually admired him. not many would do the same and kyojuro was really a son to be proud of. you hoped his father was aware of such thing. you were for sure and, deep down, a part of kyojuro wanted you to be proud of him…

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wrathofrats · 9 months

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16 for the angst prompts pleasee (maybe mountain dew?)

-☀️🌙

… I’m so sorry

This turned into 1.2k words of me deep diving into dew’s insecurities. Y’all keep telling me to hurt that fire ghoul and I sadly have more than enough to deliver.

Hope you enjoy!

“He’s just been extra sensitive recently.”

It sounds like rain from what dew can make out through the door.

“I know. He’s just been harsh.”

That was definitely mountain. Were they talking about him?

“I don’t think he means it. Just been rough for him”

“Yeah but it’s getting hard to be around. He’s been mean rain, more than he usually is”

Usually is?

“I know. I’ll talk to him. He’s just in a funk I’m sorry”

“You don’t have to be sorry. You’re not the problem, dew needs to figure himself out”

So they were talking about him.

“I agree, trust me. Just cut him some slack ok?”

“Fine”

He hears the doorknob turn and he quickly darts in the direction of his own room.

Had he really been that badly recently? Sure he’s usually blunt and likes to mess around, but *mean*? Has he really been mean to everyone? To mountain?

The questions race through his head as he sits on the ground in his room. He doesn’t try to be mean. He doesn’t try to hurt anyone, the thought of being genuinely malicious to those he loves makes him feel sick. He knows no matter how much guilt he may feel or whatever his intentions actually were, they don’t excuse the effect they’ve apparently had.

He tries to suck it up and stop wallowing in his own pity. He wants to make it up to mountain, and whoever else is thinking the same thing as him, because surely everyone else is right? Dew doesn’t feel right with himself.

He starts with the greenhouse. He brings up the fresh mulch from storage that mountains been talking about needing to retrieve, and quickly refills his watering can before mountain comes to start his work.

“Droplet, did you do this?” Mountain asks. Dew doesn’t like the tone of confusion in his voice, like he would never expect dew of all people to help out. But he nods anyways and retreats back to his room.

The next day dew makes mountain his coffee alongside is. Wakes up 15 minutes early to be able to beat him downstairs.

“I made you coffee since I was awake, just how I know you like it.” Dew offers him a nonchalant smile. He tries hard to not seem like he’s going out of his way to be so kind. He hopes that the others will maybe just think he’s finally changed his ways, become better.

“Dew, can I ask if something’s wrong” mountain stares down into his coffee in confusion.

“What? No. Nothings wrong with your coffee. It’s just a kind gesture” dew rolls his eyes. Mountain didn’t think this was some elaborate prank did he?

“No, is there something wrong with you droplet” mountains eyes held genuine concern.

“Why would there be?”

Mountain doesn’t know how to phrase it. Doesn’t like the weight of the words on his tongue, but tries to say them anyways.

“You’ve just been … overly kind recently. Did something happen? I just want to know if you’re alright”

The slam of dews ceramic coffee cup echos off of the kitchen walls. He knew this would happen, he should’ve expected it.

“Why do you think something’s wrong with me when I’m nice? You wanted me to be nicer and now something’s wrong with me?” His voice is higher than he wants it to be.

“Dew no, that’s not what I meant-“

“I heard what you told rain. I’m sorry I just wanted to do better for you” he doesn’t want to cry. He is anyways. He again prayed that mountain would just take his kindness and forgive him and they could move on but he’s never had that kind of good luck before, why would he now?

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I was frustrated and was venting and I never wanted you to hear that.”

Dew hiccups around his words. He’s embarrassed, never likes to show this much emotion. He’s always been the emotional one and he hates it more than words can ever describe.

“But you said it for a reason. Just let me change. I just want you all to love me I’ll change I’m sorry I’ll do better” his words slur together. His wipes his face with his sleeve and tries so hard to be composed though he knows he can’t be. Not like this.

“You don’t need to change dewdrop. We don’t want you to change. I’m sorry, you didn’t need to hear any of that. I didn’t mean it.” Mountain tries his best to plea with him, but he knows this about more than a stupid conversation behind closed doors.

“I do need to change. I need you all to love me like you do each other. Please” he can’t stop the words from tumbling out if his mouth. Years of pent up insecurities and he’s ashamed for how easy he’s letting them all go.

“We do love you dew, we love each other all equally, what is this about?”

“You don’t treat me the same” the words are choked, they’re barely coherent. “No one gives me the same affection as everyone else and I don’t get it. I just want to be loved like everyone else is”

“Oh dew, we do love you. I’m sorry if we made you feel otherwise. Why didn’t you say something?” Mountains abandoned his coffee now in favor of trying to rest his hand on dews shoulder but it’s quickly batted away. He’s concerned, almost scared at the way dew is practically sobbing, almost hyperventilating.

“I shouldn’t have to tell you how I feel. If I deserved love I would’ve gotten it already” he finally yells, sobs around his words. He collapses on the ground with mountain by his side. He’s again ashamed for his emotions. He doesn’t like being like this, doesn’t like being a nuisance. This was supposed to be about proving himself to mountain and he’s made it about himself. He again tries to push the concerned ghoul away. He doesn’t deserve the support.

Dew knows he's being unreasonable. He's jerk, a menace, a brat. Why would anyone go out of their way to show him any extra kindness. He doesn't deserve it. There's always the question of "if you crave love so badly, why don't you treat others with it" and the internal debate of "I don't deserve it" and "if I deserved it, someone would see past the act and give it to me anyways"

He's blind though, as the other ghouls do love him no matter what. The way they mess with him a bit extra, giving him an outlet to have fun, they think he enjoys it so they keep doing it. How they go to him when somethings wrong, or immediately move aside when all he needs is a warm bed and no talking.

The way mountain plants extra lilacs because he likes the smell, or how ether stands closer to him than the others on stage.

He's just too blinded by his own insecurities to see it. A bitter sweet feeling at being "right" about not deserving to be loved, but he was never right, just can't get over his own ego to admit that.

#I’m sorry #this one has been saved up #a lot of pent up emotions oops!!#my bad for real #the band ghost #ghost #fanfic #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #dewdrop ghoul #wrath writes #mountain ghoul

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 1 month

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Just gonna throw this at you! Hope you laugh! Kinda inspired by Retro Reader.

Valentino: Your Little Feral 'Wife' just killed one of my performers!

Vox: I'm sure Retro had a very good reason for that.

Velvette: It was that one who kept bragging they planned to sleep with you to get to the top. I'm shocked it took them a week to notice the fool.

Vox: They spent the past week thinking I didn't notice them killing my former assistants.

Valentino: You mean the ones you fired for trying to bankrupt you? Why didn't you kill them yourself?

Vox: Retro would pout and its much more enjoyable to see them prove their loyalty. I should buy Retro some flowers, maybe that outfit they were looking at.

Velvette: Hon I think the thing they would want most is you taking a day off.

Enjoy the weird thoughts from my brain after reading your amazing stuff! If you wanna do something with this be my guest!

I’m sorry, I just imagine Retro popping up out of nowhere and being like “I would like that!”

And Valentino is just. Terrified screaming.

Anyway.

Vox is thinks that actually a good point, so he leaves work early and shows up at the house without warning. Retro has a mild heart attack because they weren’t expecting him and the house might not be clean enough. But Vox brought flowers and the outfit they liked, so it works out nicely. Vox pretends not to notice the drops of blood on the kitchen counter.

Retro is also in a much better mood than usual with all the killing. They really like being uninterrupted in their work, able to take care of it as they see fit. I imagine it’s part of the reason Vox fired his assistants instead of killing them, too. It lets Retro blow off some steam.

I also think that Retro would become progressively protective of Valentino and Velvette as well. Not to the same extent as Vox, of course, but they wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who’s giving them a hard time.

As we all know, Valentino is the problem in most relationships, so Retro wouldn’t need to protect him much. If anything, I think they’d serve as a good way for Val to vent some frustration. They get together on the back porch, Retro knitting a sweater or blanket or something while Valentino decorates a new gun he got. Retro has tea or something and Val is trying not to smoke (and failing) because he knows Retro doesn’t particularly like it.

He also knows Retro won’t deal with any of his violent bullshit like the other Vs do. We see Vox let him break things, but Retro? They won’t allow it. They think letting of steam is healthy, though, so they’ll arrange for target practice while Val is there. They also start doing research on guns (they weren’t interested before since they are very loud weapons) first Val so they can recommend some new ones, how to decorate them, etc. Valentino is an artist and I feel like Retro would love indulging that side of him. If they become genuine friends (or partners, if they end up in a poly relationship with Vox) I imagine this would be a big part of it.

He’d complain about some performers he’s had trouble with, which ones are good, which ones aren’t. Retro would learn a bit about Angel Dust (but not much, considering Val knows better than to disclose how he treats his employees to someone like Retro). Retro would keep this information in mind for future killings, giving the better performers more leniency and keeping a watchful eye on all of them in general. Vox would invite them to a club or studio before this, and they’d usually reject the request since it’s not their thing (also not very housewife-type thing to do, and because a club meant flirting and we all know how they deal with that). After getting close with Val, though? They’d be more up for it.

Retro would end up refining their killing, having actual rules for what’s acceptable and what’s not when it comes to people talking to or making a move on Vox. They decide that if it’s someone’s job, like the performers, they get a pass. Random club goer? Thin ice, but they’ll have some patience. Both Vox and Retro make it a point to remind people that Vox isn’t interested in anyone else, so if someone knows that and keeps making a move? Well, Retro can’t kill the, right then and there, but they’ll go on the list of people to kill. I also imagine the list has different sections that people get sorted into depending on their threat level, both in terms of power and how likely they are to cause problems in their relationship with Vox.

Anyway, I’ve been neglecting the Velvette and Retro interactions so here we go!

I think it’d be a bit of a rough start between them, probably due to the fact that Vel already knows about Retros murders, but they’d get along pretty well. When Valentino described them to Vel, she got the impression they’d be more crazed and all over the place, an absolute mess. So imagine her surprise when she met Retro, someone who’s so polite and calm and well mannered. She’d understand immediately. Instant besties, especially with Retros fashion sense.

Now, Retro and Val have an odd sort of relationship but Vel and Retro have something more genuine and wholesome, I think. Vel would go to Retro for some advice, ask about ideas, and the like. She appreciates their unique tastes and preferences, as well as the out of the box ideas they can come up with. If Velvette is ever afraid something she’s making may not be functional as an outfit? She gives it to Retro, asks their opinion.

I also imagine Retro would have a good understanding of what fabrics feel nice together and which ones don’t, something Velvette may struggle with. She doesn’t have a problem with fabric textures, so she doesn’t realize how it may impact the buyers opinion on the outfit. Retro offers that new perspective, too, since I imagine they’re quite picky on that sort of thing. They care a lot about fabric texture, flow, and feel (something I can personally relate to) not only because it impacts its mobility and functionality, how hard it is to clean after killing, but also general comfort. Retro would be more than happy to help with whatever Velvette needs, but modeling is strictly off the table. They’ll do private photo shoots for fun, sure, but Retro is determined to keep up the housewife routine.

Valentinos visits probably tend to be more infrequent and out of the blue, but Velvette has a tight schedule and specific dates with Retro, something they greatly appreciate. The gossip they discuss? Top tier. Val and Retro usually discuss dancing skills, choreography, people’s tastes in partners and their horrible life decisions, which is fun but not exciting. Velvette always has some dramatic tea to spill and I imagine she’s great at explaining it in an immersive way that captures Retros attention. Retro would probably be able to offer up good theories and thoughts on how the situation would go, too. I think they’d really enjoy Velvette’s company and listening to her talk.

I also think Velvette would be mostly supportive (at the very least, completely okay) with Retros habits. She thinks their dedication is adorable. I think they talking about Vox’s work habits, too. Probably complain that he needs to take a break. Velvette offers valuable insight into what the workplace is like, so Retro has a better idea of the dynamics Vox holds with people, his habits, what he likes and what he doesn’t. They use this information to make him extra comfortable and relaxed after an especially long or tiring day of work. I don’t think Vox would really notice at first.

Retro berates Vox about his bad habits, how he needs to take care of himself, and I think he’ll start to listen. He’ll take a few more days off than usual, come home with flowers, and maybe go out for a nice dinner.

#hazbin hotel #vox #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox x reader #writing #my writing #x reader #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin velvette #hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #thanks anon!

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this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms · 1 year

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All’s Fair In Love and War || Part One ||

Requested: Hii can you do a "enemies to lovers" trope with max and reader imagine? :)

You’re a well-known thief, always able to steal whatever target you’re given. When you’re hired to steal a ruby from the Metroburg Museum, you come face to face with the famous ThunderTwins. Who, having been defeated for the first time in a long while, are determined to take you down. But you can’t help catching the eye of one Max Thunderman and him yours. How will things work out when you’re on opposites side of the playing field?

Pairing: Max Thunderman x Reader

Warnings: Enemies to Lovers, she/her pronouns, violence/fighting, mentions of blood/bleeding

Words: 2.3K

A/N: A while ago I made a poll for something and everyone voted for Max, this was that something. Inspired form the Spider-Man/Black Cat relationship I made this for the lovely person who requested it. This is going to be several parts, so I hope you guys enjoy.

|| GIFs not mine, Black Cat GIF is just a reflection of what your villain suit looks like not your actual self ||

It was late into the night, most of Metroburg was already sound asleep with a few exceptions of course. The few villains who were out and about, and the heroes who were trying to stop them. You, being one of them, stood on the roof of the Metroburg Museum; right by the ventilation system. You were pulling it apart, tugging the cover off the vent and throwing it to the side. You snuck in once it was off before falling through the vent and landing on your feet. You landed crouched down, leaning forward and placing your hands down in front of you before you started crawling. It was a small, narrow crawlspace, barely enough room to get through it.

There were a couple turns here and there that followed, taking each one as you had memorized it beforehand. Then coming to a stop above a vent cover and peeking through the blinds, spotting what you’d come for. You smiled to yourself, crawling back a few paces before moving to rip the cover off. Throwing it aside once you did and slipping through the vent hole. You fell, a small rush of air hitting you in the face and sending a shiver of excitement through you as you landed on your feet. The fall was rougher than through the vent, causing you to land crouched with your hands planted down for support. Lucky for you, you always landed on your feet no matter the height.

You straightened up after, rolling your neck once and relaxing your body before taking a glance around you. You were quick to catch what you were looking for, a glint of red hitting your eye. Turning full face towards it, a grin appeared on your lips, stretching wide and almost Cheshire-like. Just a few feet away from you stood a bright, red ruby encased in glass. It was called the heart of the museum since it was a literal heart shaped necklace. The ruby had been kept there for years, rarely ever shown to the public since it was worth millions. If it were to go missing, it would certainly strike disaster in all Metroburg. It only made you want it more, and in turn you could sell it for so much more than it was worth. After all, there were plenty of people willing to pay top dollar for it. More so, the person who hired you in the first place.

The hard part of it was slipping it out of the box without sounding the alarm. You didn’t need to alert whatever supes were patrolling around the museum. Approaching the case, you reached towards your tool belt and pulled out a spray can. Uncapping it, you were quick to spray all around the case, showing the censored lasers that surrounded the ruby. There was more than you imagined, making you sigh as you looked for an opening between the glass and the censors.

When you found it, you slipped your hand through, being careful not to move your wrist. You laid your fingers against the glass, outstretching them some and watching as your nails grew long and pointed. You pressed them tight against the glass, turning your wrist after you did and watching as they cut a perfect circle through the glass. Once it was done, your nails retracted back, and you laid your fingers back on the glass. Twisting your hand around slowly and turning the circle until it came off. You pulled your hand back with the glass, being careful not to touch the lasers again.

After that, you crouched down, setting the glass on the floor and reaching for your tool belt again. You pulled out an object, one that weighed the same as the necklace. You were sure there was a pressure censor on it, knowing that if you just snatched it up, the alarm would sound. When you stood back up, you reached your hand back in and towards the necklace. You had to time it right to set the figurine where the necklace sat and pull the necklace away.

You took a breath, steadying your hand as you set it on the display plate and slowly inched it to the side. As you did, you pushed the necklace along and stuck your pinky out. You hooked it around the band, pulling the rest of it out and letting it dangle off your pinky. Once the figurine was set down, you pulled your hand out of the case, grinning once again. You’d done it, you managed to steal one of the most valuable items in the world. You slipped the necklace into one of the pockets of your utility belt, ready to go on your way.

“That’s far enough,” you heard a voice say behind you.

You scoffed at the impeccable timing, standing up straight and rolling your neck before turning around. Behind you stood Max and Phoebe, the hottest superheroes in metroburg at the moment. They had risen to the top faster than any superhero ever had, given their own task force before even becoming full-fledged heroes. Though you hardly saw them as a challenge, knowing about their numerous failed missions from before. They were messy, which meant you could escape them easily.

“Well, if it isn’t dumb and dumber,” you said.

You smirked at the looks of offense on their faces, mirroring each other in a perfect twin sense.

“Okay, that was rude,” Phoebe scoffed. “No matter, we’re still going to take you down.”

“Sure, give it your best shot,” you mused out as you reached into your belt and threw something at them.

It hit the ground a few inches in front of them, exploding and releasing smoke. It clouded their vision immediately and you took the opportunity to run away. You didn’t want to deal with the pesky telekinesis they both had. You could hear coughing as the smoke invaded their lungs, but you didn’t look back. Instead, you took a turn and ran for the exit you had planned. You were avoiding going through the front, knowing there would surely be police waiting for you.

“Not so fast,” you heard from behind you.

“Shit,” you mumbled out, feeling a force acting from behind you.

It was Max who spoke, using his telekinesis to pull you back as you fought against it. It won in the end, he managed to pull you back enough to try and capture you. You didn’t let him though, turning around in a roundhouse kick. One you managed to land, kicking him in the stomach and watching him fly back against the wall.

“Sorry, pretty boy, but I have somewhere to be,” you told him before trying to run off again.

“Think again,” Phoebe said, appearing at your side.

She threw a punch at you, but your reflexes allowed you to evade her punch. You let out a breath of air as you stepped back, irritation slowly rising inside you. You really didn’t have time for this, you had somewhere to be, and they were getting in your way.

Just as you had deflected Phoebe’s punch, Max had recovered and jumped back in. He threw a punch of his own, one he landed square on your jaw and sending you flying back. This time it was you who flew into the wall from the force, an ache growing on your jaw. You steadied yourself against the wall, looking up and sending a glare Max’s way. Now you were pissed, it was rare for a superhero to get in your way. You were an excellent thief, always able to get in and out without trouble. Except for now.

“Tch. Pesky wonder twins,” you mumbled again.

You straightened up, looking between both twins and trying to come up with a strategy. They were both in fighting stances, ready for whatever you were going to throw at them.

“Give up, you aren’t getting past us,” Phoebe told you.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” was your response.

You went for Phoebe first, knowing you could take her down faster before focusing on Max. You threw a punch at Phoebe, watching her evade it like you expected. You didn’t let her recover before your leg lifted and made contact with her stomach. You kicked her down, watching her land roughly on the floor and holding her stomach. You knew it would take her a while to get back up, meaning you could take care of Max in the meantime.

You turned to look at him, just in time to step back before he hit you. You shot him another glare and went in for a kick at his side. He dodged it and grabbed ahold of your ankle before pushing you away. It caused you to lose your balance, falling back on your ass. You clenched your jaw, looking up at Max and the smug smile on his face. You hated it, you wanted to wipe it off his face, but there was something about it. Something that caused a stir in your stomach and sent a tingle down your spine. For the enemy, he was so damn hot.

That wasn’t the point right now, you couldn’t let your thoughts distract you from escaping. So, you stood back up, along with Phoebe who had recovered. You were back to facing the two of them. You shook yourself off, arms outstretching at your side and claws extending out. They were long and sharp, enough to leave deep wounds if you really wanted to. You didn’t wait for either of them to make the first move, stepping forward and striking with one of your hands. You went for Max first this time, claws barely scratching his suit as he leaped back.

You took a swing at Phoebe next, hand going to her face and managing to scratch her cheek. You could feel the skin split open against your nail and watched blood seep through. Phoebe’s hand flew up to her face, gloved hand rubbing at her cheek and wiping away at the blood. She looked at her hand, shock on her face as she looked between you and her palm.

“Woah, that is so not cool,” she scoffed out.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” you asked, feigning remorse.

She shot you a glare, not appreciative of your sarcasm. “Don’t worry, I’ll return the favor.”

You faked a look of fear before rolling your eyes and retreating your claws back. You’d gotten what you wanted out of them, and they weren’t exactly your favorite to use. You dug a hand in your belt, pulling out a device and throwing it at Phoebe. It attached itself to her suit and distracted her as she tried to pull it off. It was too late; the device activated and shot an electric pulse over her body. It wasn’t hurtful but it was enough to knock her down and let you leave.

“Okay, that was kind of funny but dude, that’s my sister,” Max yelled out, holding back a laugh.

“Sorry, like I said, I have somewhere to be,” you said, once again feigning remorse.

He rolled his eyes this time and shot forward, swinging recklessly as if he were tired of fighting and just wanted to knock you down. You dodged each punch he threw, stepping back to create some distance so you could strike back. He wasn’t letting you, continuing to swing at you and hoping for the best. You had to give it to him though, he was persistent which sort of made him hotter.

“You know you’re pretty cute for a superhero,” you told him.

Your words caught him off guard and he stopped, looking at you like you grew an extra head. You took this as your chance, dropping to the ground and placing your hands in front of you. You used them to balance yourself before extending your leg out and sitting back on your heel. You spun around after, aiming for Max’s ankles and using your leg to swipe him under his feet. You managed to hit him clean through, knocking him off his feet and onto his back.

You smiled to yourself, standing up and looming over him, looking down at him. He groaned in pain, slightly curling himself up into a ball which only made you smile more. “But you’re not my type. Until next time, pretty boy.”

With both twins finally down, you took the opportunity to make your escape and disappeared before their eyes. Phoebe regained consciousness and sat up, hand against her temple to soothe the building headache. She looked over at Max who was lying next to her, staring up at the ceiling in defeat.

“She got away,” he mumbled out bitterly.

“You let her get away?” Phoebe shrieked.

“It’s not my fault, she got the better of me,” he answered. “But damn, she was hot.”

“Max! She stole the heart of the museum, and you called her hot?” she continued to yell.

“We’ll get it back, we can find her,” he said, sighing out heavily.

“You better be right,” Phoebe grumbled out.

She stood up after, hand outstretching towards Max and helping him up too. They were going to have report this back to the president, ashamed that they would have to admit defeat.

#oneshots #one shots #one shot #the thundermans #the thundermans one shots #the thunderman one shot #max thunderman #max thunderman one shots #max thunderman one shot #maxthundermanoneshots #max thunderman x reader

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lichenaday · 1 year

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I know this blog is lichen focused, but I also consider it a science blog and a space where I can talk about my experiences in science and academia. My most recent field work involved catching, handling, and ringing birds at a bird observatory, and I wanted to talk a little about the harsh realities of working with wild animals that I feel like don't get represented enough. I think it's important to paint a fair and realistic picture of what the world of animal research looks like, as it often gets misrepresented in media.

Wild animals do not like being handled. You have probably heard some story or seen some movie that makes it seem like you are somehow gonna connect to the animals you are working with and reassure them that you mean them no harm. No no, you are a big scary predator and they have no idea what is happening, and they scream, bite, and fight like hell to get away from you. This runs the gambit from kinda funny to mildly annoying to actually making it hard for you to work to making you feel bad for putting these animals through this stress. There will be no special magical wild animal friendships, trust me.

Animals are DIRTY. Like I know you know that on some level, but you don't really know it until you are up close and personal with them. In the case of the birds I work with, this usually means shit. Lots and lots of shit. On them, or you, on every surface and article of clothing you have. And you may think "in the grand scheme of poops, bird poops aren't so bad." But let me tell you: in sheer quantity and viscosity, bird shit beats them all.

PARASITES. Now we are not anti-parasite on this blog in general, they have their place in the ecosystem just like everything else. But personally, I don't really enjoy having to see them or experience them up close and personal. I'm talking ticks, fleas, mites, intestinal worms, louse flies, etc. Just . . . no thanks.

Animals get injured, and having to see these injuries up close and knowing there isn't anything I can do about it is hard. Be they old wounds, new, or the very rare wound that can occur during the catching and handling process, it can really get you down looking at an animal that you can't help.

Animals are unpredictable. Like, most of this field is about *trying* to predict their behavior, but animals are true disciples of Murphy's Law, and I swear they get off on frustrating scientists and their well laid plans and hypotheses. For me, this meant that the birds I was working with just didn't show up in the predicted numbers. This was frustrating to me on a how-the-fuck-is-my-project-gonna-work-out-now? level, but also on a worried-for-the-health-of-the-birds-and-the-planet level. If you enjoy work that is predictable and dependable, wildlife biology isn't for you.

I wat to be clear that I LOVE what I do, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. The work I and other wildlife biologists do is incredibly important and I am not saying this to cast a disparaging light on the field. But so many wildlife biologists I have interacted with are not like, bleeding heart, sensitive babies like me, and didn't adequately prepare for the mental and emotional toll of working with wildlife. I think the field selects for folks who are able to compartmentalize their love and empathy for animals, and I don't like that. I think we need people like me in the field, but I think they should be prepared for the reality of it, that's all. Or maybe I just need to vent lol.

#not lichens #biology #wildlife biology #field work #biologist #wildlife biologist #graduate student #biology phd #nature #tw animal harm #tw parasites

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xaeydnquartz · 2 months

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Part of me kinda wants to stop DMing my first and current campaign? IDK just need to vent

So, brief expo. like many, got into CR during the pandemic (mainly due to "The Legend of Vox Machina" which lead to me actually bingeing the all 3 campaigns) During which time a friend (who was in my immediate friend group but like the rest of my friend group, i didnt really feel close to) told me that he was really into CR as well. As a fresh new critter, i was stoked. Was able to share my blossoming love of CR with someone (FINALLY!) during which we both mentioned how D&D looked so much fun and that it would be really great to be able to play and ooo what if we got our friends together and played.

After which we discussed, if we did, who would be DM? Seeing as how none of our friends really played D&D our talk lead to either my friend or me and after asking the question "Which do you think you would prefer more?" It was clear i would try my hand at DMing (i like lore in games, and i like storytelling, and im a tad bit of a control freak at times, lol)

Anyway, we eventually got in touch with our close knit of friends, and though i intended to be a standard 6 we suddenly had an 8 party party (and that was with me having to tell even less close friends there wasnt room).

Feeling it would still be manageable (as there was precedent that i could pull inspo from, CR) i began planning a rough idea of a campaign and working with my friends to create their characters and running a session 0 so we were all on the same page. You know standard stuff.

-Fast Forward to current date and time-

It has its stressful moments, but i still am able to enjoy the time with my friends for the most part (though theres a lot of times were ive never felt lonelier) Which brings me to the whole point of the post, my need to vent to the void about this loneliness. Nobody really gets in touch or interacts with me at all. Not to talk about the campaign or even collab on their characters. The most i get are occasional critiques about how i could have done something better couple sessions prior and request to add another person to the 8 person party. When we have sessions, people show up late quite often, leave early quite often, have to cancel as they have other things they are doing (even though we planned and scheduled weeks prior) and even when people are there they somtimes feel like they arent always present. i already feel extremely distant from all of them as they all live closer to each other while i live on the totally opposite side of the state and theyve known each other way longer than i have, but the minimal interactions they have with me, the DM/GM of all people, just continues to add to all of it I know we all are busy with our lives, and that compared to those things D&D is really not that big of a deal or important. And i get that, it is just a game afterall, but it still manages to hit pretty hard

I've communicated my feelings through our time of this campaign, if im being honest, maybe not this indepth. I mean, its partially because i barely see or talk to them (again life gets in the way) but also because i feel extremely guilty for putting this kind of tension to something we are all supposed to be enjoying and relaxing to. Its especially painful as most recently 2 players, who said they would get in touch with me about changes possibly being being made to their characters, never got in touch in anyway shape or form, and its been about a month now? And session is in a week...i didnt even get much as a reply back. Idk, its been almost about a year now and i felt i just needed to get this out somewhere other than debating myself.

Thanks for listening tumblr.

#D&D #Dungeons and Dragons #venting #vent post #its just a game it really isnt a big deal #feels pretty lonely though #not what i was hoping for

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ember-owlet · 3 months

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Hi hi :]] I practically did a little happy dance seeing blue eye samurai in your fandom list !

It's super easy for me to see Mizu as a regressor due to various reasons, particularly involuntarily! (And they very much deserve to catch up on their childhood)

So I think the formal request would be a headcanon post ! 👀 it doesn't have to be specifically regressor Mizu if you don't see her in that light /gen :]

I'm just happy someone else in this little corner of agere internet shares one of my interests !! ✨️🌿

hello!! aaa i'm ecstatic to know that you also enjoy blue eye samurai with an agere lens! despite the show's brutality, there are some really good nuggets of baby content to be found. i'd be happy to write some regressor! mizu headcanons for you as its about time i wrote something for them. and don't worry, i see her in the same light as well! feel free to send me your own personal thoughts on the characters/show to discuss as i'm thrilled to be in this corner of the agere internet with you friend. enjoy the headcanons! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ disclaimer! i do use primarily feminine terms when referring to mizu (they/she), but i do acknowledge that there are many interpretations of pronouns/gender identities to refer to the character as, and i find them wonderful! /gen

dynamic: regressor! mizu

content warnings: mentions of vent regression due to trauma, physical/mental anguish, light mentions of gender dysphoria ((stay safe little firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready))

mizu has always been a trauma regressor to me, especially due to their lack of dealing with their feelings head on. their body would have to nearly force them to stop and take a break from their revenge mission and focus on recovering.

the first time she regressed would be terrifying to her, the feeling of being so out of control and helpless would make her hide away to try to push herself out of it as fast as possible.

it would take an incredible amount of time and trust developed before she felt safe around someone to tell, let alone show such a vulnerable state.

the select characters that i could realistically see her regressing around would be sword father or ringo.

if she were to regress voluntarily it would be to have the childhood that she wished she could have, one where she wasn't forced to grow up as a boy and to ease her gender dysphoria with feminine items/clothing.

she would be a very independent kiddo, not wanting to rely on others in fear that she would be an inconvenience or she would be punished for wasting someone's time after being treated as a monster for so long. if she were honest she genuinely wouldn't know how to react to such affection.

that being said, she needs gentle reassurance when in a younger state with a caregiver that helps her along the way. adding fruit/vegetables to her meals to make sure its balanced or mending their clothes would never go unnoticed and greatly appreciated.

she'd be so used to the feeling of being in pain or nauseous that she'd have a hard time differentiating pain that should be attended to or not. therefore her caregiver would need to keep an eye on her and remind her that any and all pain is worth looking at/caring for.

as a sentimental person she'd want to keep things gifted to her and wear or use them as comfort items until they physically can't be repaired anymore.

some of her favorite gifts would include free flowing or baggy clothes that she can keep close to her person for comfort.

her main comfort item is her sword, and would not be able to go anywhere or sleep without it clutched to her side as it reminds her of home and is something that she can rely on to keep her safe.

an actually extremely feral regressor as well if given the chance to be her true self (/lh /pos). i could absolutely see them wanting to play outside and then coming back home caked in mud and bruises while having the time of their life.

let her be a goofy kid!! growing up so fast from situations out of her control that she'd long for days where she'd let herself have fun.

LOVES going to the beach/aquarium. a true ocean lover whose favorite activities involve being around or in large bodies of water.

play fighting is a love language! she would love to wrestle her playmates/caregivers to see who is the strongest. as a physically stronger regressor she'd need to learn the value of her strength and to not be too rough if she were to get too excited.

they can get easily frustrated with creative tasks, and would prefer specific instruction in order to feel useful. it would make them the best helper around.

would love to play a game where they are the hero for once. (being called a monster can wear someone down mentally and it would definitely make her day to be seen as the hero of the story).

she also requires a ton of quiet time to allow her mind and body to rest. would she ever do it herself willingly is another question for another day, but she'd reluctantly do it if asked of her with sufficient gentle praise and coaxing.

as touch starved as they are, i can't see her being the one to initiate contact with someone unless the moment takes over her softer side and she can't help but wrap her arms around them or gently nudge them with her body to tell them that she's there and cares for them.

from her caregiver or those that she considers close she would accept forms of physical affection but wouldn't be too vocal on how much it means to her.

she'd believe that she'd never be able to repay her caregiver for their kindness but will continually try to find little things throughout the day to show them how grateful she is.

oddly enough i could totally see her gifting a sword to her caregiver as it is something that she believes she's good at and would work tirelessly day and night to make sure it's perfect.

despite being in a younger mindset she can and still would mean business to anyone who dares mess with her caregiver. even a baby phoenix still has talons.

#regressor! mizu #blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai agere #mizu blue eye samurai #bes #bes mizu #agere #age regression #fandom agere #agere headcanons #sfw agere #sfw age regression #sfw agere blog #sfw age regression blog #sfw interaction only #embers writings

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teaandransacking · 1 year

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Hey, i was wondering if I might request a little something? I hoped you might be able to write something about Lockwood x reader, where the reader is from fittes and there is like a enemy to lovers kind of arch. Thank you very much I adore your writing!

Thankyou SO much <3

I couldn't quite get them to the lovers stage but I hope you enjoy this.

They don’t even wear a uniform, for God’s sake.

How is anyone meant to know who agents work for without some sort of uniform?

It’s what you thought that day in the library, when Anthony Lockwood showed off some annoyingly impressive rapier skills and launched Kipps’ own sword into the ceiling.

He had, in fact, needed a ladder.

You’d thought about Lockwood’s face a lot after that - the smug little smirk.

And you hated that you didn’t always think about him with irritation. Sometimes you thought about kissing that smug little smile off his face.

Ugh.

The next time was at the party., under lights that flattered his - okay, fantastic - bone structure way too much. He was with Lucy (who looked fabulous in that electric blue dress), while you stuck with Bobby and Kipps, taking advantage of the little coq au vents.

Lockwood caught your eye as you passed through the crowd, close enough to speak.

“Lucy not around to protect you?” you asked, keeping your tone saccharine sweet.

He just raised a brow. “Unlike Fittes’ crew, I don’t feel the need to hide behind someone, or something, else.” He shrugged. “What you see is what you get.”

“Which is fine, if you want a two-bit agency run by a teenage boy.”

If the words bristled, he didn’t show it, just aimed that megawatt smile at you. You curled your hand into a fist, letting the bite of your nails distract you from how diverting he was.

“A boutique agency well used to pivoting to accommodate bespoke requests. If you’ll excuse me.”

And off he went, slipping into the crowd, leaving you vibrating with frustration, but also, already missing him.

The next time you see him, it’s nowhere near as glamorous a setting. The local supermarket, in fact. He’s standing by a display of fruit, and his arm is in a sling. You do a double take for a second - he isn’t wearing his suit, but instead a pair of jeans - jeans? - and a t-shirt, to, you assume, make room for the sling.

He fumbles the paper bag and it slips out of his hands, dancing through the air towards the floor. “Dammit,” you hear him mumble.

You nip forward and catch it, and you look up when he looks down, and your eyes meet.

“I might’ve known,” he says softly as you offer him the bag. “Kipps send you to gloat over my invalid state?”

“No, actually. I’m just here buying apples, like you,” you scoff. “And Kipps asks after you, you know? He isn’t all bad. It’s just his way. He’s a great agent.”

Something passes over Lockwood’s face, but he doesn’t disagree. You wish he would make some snippy comment, but apparently, he’s too much of a gentleman for that.

You respect that, and it annoys you.

“Can I help?” you ask instead, gesturing to the paper bag. “You can’t hold that and pick apples.”

Why you’ve offered, you don’t know. But you do know that he smells of earl grey tea and magazine pages and citrus, and it’s heady, intoxicating, and when he says, “Thankyou, I appreciate it,” his accent is as crisp as the first bite into a Braeburn on an autumn day.

He asks for three Pink Lady apples - George’s favourite - three Jazz, and three Red Delicious. You inhale greedily as you select the last three, they smell fresh and naturally sweet.

“These are divine. So tempting.”

“On that, we agree,” he responds, and is it your imagination, or do you feel his gaze linger on your mouth?

You are obviously going insane. Lockwood isn’t interested in you. Your main activity when together is trading barbs.

Which is kind of fun-

You help him take the apples to the checkout. He aims that blinding smile at the cashier and gets his fruit bagged for him, and then you head out the door together.

“Well, it was nice to see you in a situation where neither of us wants to use our rapiers on the other,” he begins.

You laugh. “Speak for yourself.”

“Well, then. Until next time.” And he turns toward Portland Row.

“Wait!” You call to his back. His legs go on for days in those jeans. It should be illegal.

He stops, and then slowly turns. The breeze tugs at one loose lock of his dark hair. He could be on magazine covers. You love that and you hate it.

“What is it?”

You cast around for the reason you’ve asked him to stop. There isn’t one, other than the fact you feel drawn to him. He gives off a sort of comforting energy; you want that. “Do you like apple pie?”

His eyes narrow for a second. “Of course. Who doesn’t like apple pie?”

“Well, I have a great recipe, if you’ve got flour and butter and sugar for pastry.”

“Considering George would rather fall on his sword than be found without a well stocked larder, I’m confident that we have those things. Both he and Lucy are out, though - at the Archives, and after, Lucy’s off for a few days, to visit a friend.” His gaze stays trained on yours. “So you’d be stuck with just me.”

Your stomach twists with anticipation - both of the pie, and being alone with him. “Well, that depends. How do you take instruction?”

A smile tugs up the corner of his mouth. “I can’t say it’ll all be smooth sailing.”

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Three hours and one almost perfect apple pie later, you find out that he takes instructions on kissing way better than baking.

But that’s perfect. Because it wouldn’t be fun not to trade barbs some of the time.

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood and co fanfiction #lockwood & co fafncition

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Can I ask for a TFP Wheeljack with human reader alphabet :3

I love TFP Wheeljack's design. 🥺 Sure! More Transformer/Human! I hope I get his character right.

If I didn't write him right, I'd appreciate tips on writing TFP! Wheeljack :)

Alphabet Here

Yandere Alphabet - TF:P! Wheeljack

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Human/Transformer pairing, Kidnapping, Overprotective behavior, Violence/Potential murder if you squint, Forced relationship/companionship, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Isolation.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Wheeljack takes time to get used to humans. Even more so if his obsession is over such a tiny creature compared to him. He tends to show his affection through protection due to being such a strong wrecker. He seems hesitant to guard you, a human, but you grow on him.

Honestly now he understands why Bulkhead likes these humans so much.

Wheeljack could get intense at times. He's dropped teamwork for the longest time before coming to Earth. Now he has to have a human partner?

You're so fragile but he promised Bulkhead that he'd take care of you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Wheeljack can take on hordes of Vehicons. He's a wrecker and willing to take on anything.

If he had to defend you then he'd give it his all. He doesn't entirely care if other humans get hurt while he defends you, however.

So... Wheeljack doesn't mind getting messy in the slightest.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Wheeljack would try to act as your protector. Again, he's still trying to get back into teamwork, which makes him distant at times.

He does enjoy his human despite your differences. He's big, strong, and scarred... you're small, weak, yet innocent. Wheeljack may tease you but you've done nothing to make him mock you.

He likes to tease you about how you need him... which seems like teasing to him but terrifying to you as he abducted you.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

You can't go anywhere without the large wrecker. His obsession started as a promise for a friend, now he genuinely cares for you.

Wherever you go Wheeljack promises to swap to his vehicle mode and drive you. You protest yet he never relents.

Essentially, you're always forced to the Autobot's side against your will. He doesn't really care about your opinions about it, either.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Wheeljack is going to start off cold and uncaring. Humans aren't his thing, he's just here to clear the area of Decepticons.

Although when Bulkhead introduces you to him and asks Wheeljack to help defend you, the Autobot took you begrudgingly.

Anything for a friend, right?

Turns out, you proved to be a useful scout at first, reporting to Wheeljack for enemy locations. This makes him respect you a bit more... for a human.

Wheeljack would start as uncaring what happens to you, he'd never hear the end of it from Bulkhead. Although... when he starts realizing he does care for you...?

He cares for you quite a bit, even becoming more vulnerable when Decepticons find out about you. He may not be able to love you exactly like a fellow human would, but he does care for you deeply.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He actually wants to see how far you get. It's never far and your arguments are very one-sided.

He just likes to sit and watch his human vent words that don't hurt him in the slightest. You're only hurting yourself when you try to hit him, too.

When you're done he asks if you're exhausted before scooping you back into his hand and holding you there.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Not really a game. He finds your resistance to his care funny at times but doesn't mean it as a game. Escape is even funnier, so he may make it a small game.

Humans act like they're so independent... when in reality they're dependent on much stronger creatures to defend them.

Are you even aware of how much danger you'd be in without him?

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Maybe Wheeljack getting too reckless and accidentally harming you. This is what stops him from making you a scout, quickly trying to find enough research to patch you up.

Him forgetting humans are so fragile can be such a fatal mistake....

That or Wheeljack locking you in his vehicle mode when he kidnaps you onto his ship from your home. You're squirming around, trying to unlock doors or break windows. With a sigh he's locking you down into your seat and driving off.

That's another potential bad experience you could have.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Wheeljack doesn't think of the future much. He's an Autobot that likes to live in the present. Although... he does like the idea of remaining your protector.

He isn't sure if he sees you like a pet or some sort of romantic partner. You're adorable and he doesn't mind spending time with you unlike other humans.

Any future where he can keep you and continue fighting is a good future to him.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He... admittedly... dislikes other humans around you. He knows they're your own kind but maybe he's a bit irritated you might choose to stay here with them. He'd cope... but he'd much rather find Decepticons to fight.

A dark part of him wishes he could just squish those other humans or break other Cybertronians to keep you to himself, however.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

When he first meets you, he treats it like babysitting. He hates doing it, despite you trying your best to get along with him.

When he becomes obsessed with you he's protective. He tosses aside his reckless and uncaring feelings for humans when it comes to you and likes to care for you.

He'd sit you in his palm or shoulder, sitting in his ship or on the ground of Earth to just... hold you.

He experiments with patting your head or poking your chest lightly, he also doesn't mind it when you give him affection too.

He can be a cold and ruthless protector but attempts to shake off his more warrior-like side to appeal to you.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He met you through Bulkhead and thought taking care of you as a chore. Then you grew on him... and he decided to just take you everywhere.

He acts like a bodyguard/guardian as most Autobots would, but he can get carried away with his fighting spirit....

Essentially his attitude towards you changes from "This is such a chore..." to "I need to defend you and your tiny life."

You'll notice it when he starts paying more attention to you. He listens to you intently and fights to protect you more than ever before. It feels strange for him to say he loves you... yet he does.

Just be patient. He'll come around at some point, for better or for worse.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

A bit, yeah. He can be caring, it's just strange to see it towards a human. Other humans he's neutral with... unless they try to take you away from him.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Locking you up. He can lock you in his vehicle mode or his ship, the Jackhammer. Either way, he'll keep you with him with no chance of seeing other bots or humans until you start listening.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Many of them. If you want protection, then you're sticking with him

You'll get some amount of privacy, however.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Wheeljack has limited patience in the start, but when fully in his obsession he's patient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Yes... with time. Like most yanderes, if you're still alive, he'll never let you go. If you die... he actually mourns. Bulkhead has never seen Jackie so sad over a human....

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Not really, he views it as another form of protection. He could let you go but you'd need to be watched over.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Unknown. He probably grew to enjoy humans like the rest of the Autobots and got obsessive about the idea of protecting you/how easy it is to lose you or something.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He watches you, blue optics scanning over your fear for him. He then tries to make himself appear smaller (crouching, attempting to be less threatening like you're a scared animal) and tries to comfort you. His only option may be to just leave you alone for now, though.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Yes, although a lot of him is different from the classic yandere. Where do you start?

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Asking to see the other Autobots in private then just spilling how he's been treating you, maybe?

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Unintentionally. He still needs to understand how fragile you humans are.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He doesn't worship you or care how you view your little arrangement.

What are you going to do about it? Fight him?

Face it... you're his now.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Wheeljack doesn't really snap. But I can imagine it would be a long time.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not intentionally.

#yandere transformers prime #yandere transformers #yandere tfp wheeljack #yandere tfp

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hiyaaa. can i request a pre death!kyle spencer fluff to smut?? thank you gorgeous ❤️

the begging is not that fluff but could be cute from some point of view. hope you like it anyway!

FROM HELL TO HEAVEN - pre death kyle spencer x fem!reader (fluff to smut)

CW: fingering, nipple sucking, explicit sexual descriptions, cussing

SUMMARY: you are getting through bad times so you vented to your best friend kyle and he knew how to comfort you.

you and your boyfriend just broke up. his name was edward and he cheated on you. you started to spend days alone in your room and you cut off all the contacts with the outside world, including with your best friend kyle.

“go away” you said as you heard someone knocking your room’s door.

“it’s me! mom!”

you sighed and went opening the door. “what?” you asked upset. “your best friend just showed up, he’s outside the door. can I let him in?” your mom said.

“god! no, I don’t want anybody here.” you said and slammed the door in front of your mother.

“y/n, please… kyle is so worried. I think that you’ll feel better if you talk to someone”.

you sighed again and opened the door. you hesitated and then you said your mom to let kyle in.

“omg y/n” kyle arrived, he ran towards you and hugged you. he literally squeezed you and then he let you breath again. “what’s happening? are you okay? you don’t look okay, I mean, your room is a total mess and you look sick” kyle was talking too much in your opinion so you just turned around and sat on the bed.

“me and edward broke up.” you sharply said with no emotions.

“y/n… I’m so sorry” kyle didn’t know what to say. he just sat next to you and hugged you.

“we were so happy together until he decided to cheat on me with a fucking slut” kyle could feel your anger as you spoke.

“listen, y/n, it’s time to turn the page. he doesn’t deserve you, he’s just trash. move on! start a new life - be single!” kyle seemed convincing but you were too devastated.

you looked at him and burst into tears. kyle immediately hugged you and you leaned your head on his chest. you were crying out loud and sobbing, meanwhile kyle was trying his best to make you feel protected into his arms.

“sorry if I ignored you in these days, you mean everything to me” you sobbed.

“it’s okay, I will always forgive you” kyle smiled at you and you weakly smiled back.

“but I don’t want a life as single” you got off his chest. “why not?” he asked.

“I need a boyfriend, kyle. I need someone who can refill the void inside of me”

“maybe you have a boyfriend right in front of you” kyle smirked and waited for you to understand.

“kyle… how do you mean?” you perfectly understood what he said but you needed him to confirm that again.

“you know what I mean” kyle looked at you and he connected his lips with yours. you didn’t kiss him back at first, you were too shocked and confused to kiss your best friend but then you realized how soft and kissable his lips were.

it felt so wrong, but you were secretly enjoying that kiss. you were going through a bad time and maybe kyle could have stopped your pain.

you always told everything to kyle, he has been your best friend since you were little kids but you never actually thought about having a relationship with him. there was a sort of brotherhood between you guys that you weren’t able to imagine him as your boyfriend. but it happened, you finally felt your best friend’s lips and you didn’t want to stop feeling them. it was such an idyllic sensation.

maybe you were too vulnerable or desperate in that moment as you couldn’t realize the person you were kissing, but you didn’t care and wanted more.

you suddenly pressed kyle backwards so that he could fall on the bed and you could get above him. from kyle’s mouth escaped a type of proud moan, like that was what he wanted to happen.

“take your shirt off” kyle smirked. you didn’t hesitate at all and did what he asked you to do.

“you look amazing, now take your bra off too” kyle just kept looking at you on the bed, supporting himself on his forearms.

“such a breathtaking view” he commented. he abruptly grabbed you and dragged you down switching the roles - now kyle was at the top of you. he started to suck one of your nipples and you whimpered to get more and more.

kyle kissed your lips and he started a series of neck wet kisses that you’ll never forget. your best friend’s soft lips leaving soft kisses on your skin let you almost cum. it was all soooooo satisfying.

in a blink of an eye you saw kyle taking off your pants and panties in just one move, then he opened wider your legs and HEAVEN. LITERALLY HEAVEN. his fingers curling into you made you cum within a few seconds so he didn’t take them off to make you cum again.

from hell to heaven.

just while you were enjoying kyle’s touch, someone knocked at the door. you immediately stood up and looked for your clothes but it was too late since you forgot to lock the door.

“mom! get out!” you yelled.

“what the hell is going on here?!” your mom asked, noticing that you were naked.

“you! get out!” your mom yelled at kyle. he lowered his head and walked away, then he turned around, he winked at you and left.

reminder: requests are always open and you can request about whoever you want. currently taking requests for ahs only!

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