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grimesthinker · 1 year

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cw: fluff, basically daryl being soft for you. (fem!reader x daryl dixon) 776 wc

DARYL DIXON had no idea what to do when it came to someone like you. to say the least, he didn’t quite understand you. you had proved countless times you could take care of yourself, so you weren’t weak by any means. still, there were small things that made him really question you.

after daryl’s group got settled into alexandria, they had many new faces to meet, including yours. even though he wouldn’t admit it, daryl was instantly drawn to you. with rosy cheeks, long eyelashes and an innocent smile, he just couldn’t help it. he began to notice small things about you, like the clothes and accessories you wore. although your closet was obviously limited, you always tried your best to make your appearance seem fuller. sometimes you found pieces of cloth or silk, to which you would make bows out of to place in your hair. sometimes you made jewelry, even making a bracelet for daryl. you weren’t really expecting him to wear it, but he did.

one day, you asked daryl if you could join him on a supply run. “nah, i ain’t babysittin’.” he said in a grainy voice as he lit the cigarette between his lips. you didn’t let up though, using those big puppy-dog eyes to plead with him. “damnit girl, don’t ‘ya ever listen?” he grunted, but eventually gave in.

on the way back, unknowingly to both of you, a walker that been stuck in the leaves grabs your shoe and causes you to trip. daryl quickly shoots the creature with an arrow and helps you up. he watches as you grab his hand and gain back your balance. he can tell you’re flustered, as your cheeks grow darker than normal and you fail to meet his eyes. a shy thing, you could be sometimes. he studies you as you thank him and stutter an apology for not watching where you step.

instinctively, you touch your neck where your necklace rests, only there’s no necklace. panic begins to build and daryl can see it written all over your face. “you okay?” you look up at him, shaking your head. “my necklace…” your hand begins to shake a little, and daryl realizes. you’ve worn the same necklace since he first met you, a rusty gold chain with a heart shaped locket. he heard you speak about it to carl once, explaining how it had a picture of your family in it. you drop to your knees and start looking for it, daryl about to join you when you both hear growling in the distance. a herd is coming your way, daryl realizes and touches your shoulder. “hey kid, we gotta go.” he tells you, but you shake your head and continue to search. daryl watches as the herd moves closer, his frustration building as you’re putting yourself in danger. “get yer ass up girl, we gotta go.” he pulls you up, yet his gaze softens when he sees the tears that have already fell down your soft cheeks. “daryl, i can’t-“ you start, but he’s already pulling you both out of the way of the herd and back to alexandria.

a few days pass, and all daryl can think about is you and that damn necklace. you haven’t been the same since you guys returned, and everyone has noticed. usually, you’re the most talkative person in alexandria, but recently you’ve only been speaking when you have to. daryl winces when he thinks about it, absolutely hating the fact that you’re any kind of upset. after stealing a glance of you through your window and seeing the sullen expression on your face, he grabs his crossbow and heads into the woods. a couple hours later, he finds himself standing at your doorstep.

he knocks, and you answer with a soft smile. “hi daryl.”

“uh,” he clears his throat, holding his hand out with the gold necklace in it. “i had to fix the chain but the locket is still intac-“ you cut him off as you throw your arms around his neck and embrace him with a hug. “daryl!” his eyes widen as he stands, unsure what to do with his own arms as he registers the body pressed against his own. “thankyouthankyouthankyou!” you pull back, taking the necklace from his hand and clasping it around your neck. you look down at it before you place a kiss on daryl’s cheek. his stubble tickles you and you give a slight giggle, pulling him in for another hug. he’s taken back at first, but eventually wraps his own hands around your frame.

“you sure are stronger than ‘ya look, huh, girl?”

#daryl x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #twd daryl #twd imagine #twd fluff #norman reedus

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kidsinsaturn · 5 months

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OMG HIII! I'M SO GLAD TO SEE YOU HAVEN'T ABANDONED THIS BLOG. YOU'RE LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVOURITE CREATORS HERE.

I hope that your life has been well so far and sorry for my little outburst of joy.

I'm really looking forward to your new posts but please don't stress yourself about it.

Have a lovely day

boyfriend obito headcanons

[🗼] just because I've been feeling a bit silly about this little guy, and I know I already have hcs of him but,,, it's not enough

and YESS I may have been off for a year but i'll always have that annual Naruto brainrot that lasts like six months lool but thank you lots anon love yaaa

character: obito uchiha

genre: sfw; fluff; nsfw

warnings: gn!reader; established relationship; silly obito; everyone happy au bc uwu; mention of insecurities; slight size kink

-god, obito has been in my mind lately, and how could he not? he is sooo boyfriend material, he created the basic rules for a relationship to work, he is basically the creator of love

-he is just so silly at the beginning of your relationship!! like!! as if kakashi wasn't the reason you two got together because obito couldn't just go and confess to you!! are you nuts?? he'd lose it

-speaking of which, his confession was probably so messed up, but!! he didn't want to, wouldn't allow you to confess because he has that idea that it should be him who brings the relationship to a start

-"may I have the honor of being your boyfriend?" type of guy

-he literally asks everyone for advice and that's probably how you ended up knowing his feelings. obito told everyone and his friends just passed the word until it landed on you

-regardless of that messy start--obito will remember it and feel bad about it until the day he dies--, obito is a great boyfriend, like I said, he is a bit silly and the thing is, he may have idealized relationships too much

-obito may have watched all those stupid cliche movies in secret and thought that's how relationships are supposed to work!!

-would get into a fight for you, write you love letters, plan a secret date. any situation that appears on the kissing booth movies he is so willing to recreate them lol

-obito believes there is no such thing as the "3-month honeymoon phase" LIKE all the time, all the months, all the SECONDS he is with you should be honeymoon phase. only to be reinforced once you two get married

-of course it is beautiful and everything he does makes your stomach flutter with joy-- he is a gentleman ALWAYS, he holds the door for you, steps in first if it's a new place, and goes behind you everywhere

-and ok this is a bit angsty im sorry but this silly dude right here is very insecure okay:( I gotta be real here

-he didn't have a lot of recognition when he was a little boy and that may have messed him up a little. he will always feel like he is not enough for you, and that may cause some arguments sometimes

-he just says that you are too much for him and that he doesn't provide you that much and you're just like obito please go to sleep it's 4am

-and that's the tiring part probably: that he has these random bursts of self-consciousness at the most random times. you two are just eating and talking about some things your friends did, and oh obito just got this tight tug at his chest the second he thinks too much about your or his male friends. or even if he just saved you in a mission or whatever and it takes him like three business days to realize that he could have done a better job at rescuing you

-just be thoughtful with him ok because he seems the kind of guy that goes to sleep thinking about everything you said, nice or rude. overthinking king

-aside from his little insecurities heheh obito is giving you princess treatment like always and duhh if he doesn't do it, he beats himself up. obito has some "traditional ideas" about boyfriend and girlfriend, such as the woman should always receive flowers, never go alone in the street, and always have something of him with her (like a picture hahah silly boy)

-if you're into something like a sport or ballet or just something that's similar to a performance, he will be there at EVERY show or game, he will not miss any of them, and the day he is not there, that's probably because he is dead

-he is there holding the largest and most obvious poster with your face on the middle and the most Tumblr phrase he could think of. he blocks the view from the people in the back but he does NOT care

-if you are into something more private, obito will always be so happy providing your with materials and just his sweet time watching you as the most marvelous creature the gods ever created

-he always has the best intentions for everything. if something goes the wrong way, he is so devastated. say that you have too much work/paperwork/homework lately and he just wants to relieve some stress off your shoulders!! poor baby just made things worse: everything is on the wrong place and just his help wasn't helpful. obito feels stupid and dumb. he ends up cooking you something

-obito has all the love language because mmm his partner should feel loved in all the possible ways. just give him quality time and that's enough for him

-but overall, great boyfriend, he is your number one fan, admires absolutely everything you do and when you're not looking, little hearts form in his eyes when he looks at you, he is just so smitten he might as well just ask you to marry him after three weeks of dating

nsfw ->

-man gets hard just by hugging you

-please do not make fun of his condition okay:( he was just sexually restrained as a teen, and just overall shy about anything that had to do with sexy times

-my own hot take but obito probably stayed virgin by choice. like he was desperately waiting for the one to lose his v-card with because otherwise he feels like he is betraying his true love

-and ohhhh obito has NO idea of the beautiful, marvelous, oozing body he possesses. he is big, strong, tall, thick, and just mmmmm

-the first time you mention somehitng about his physique, he gets all flustered!! if you were in the middle of the act, he would need two minutes to calm down or he will cum by just hearing sweet words

-beautiful dick OBVS, he doesn't know how to use it, lets be reals. if you are his first time, he is so messy. his movements are so asymmetrical and have zero rhythm. after a few times, he learns

-I can only dream about obito's cock PLEASE. large, thick, curved just the right way to make you squirm. just BIG. his dick just springs up every time he takes his pants off and it hits his abdomen in the most sensual way posible. cock possible as large as your head whaaat

-his pre-cum is so bitter!! the first time you tasted it, you made a face. his cum is even sourer. obito feels a bit bad but he understands and doesn't say anything

-you are literally what matters during those sexy moments. he does not allow himself to feel any pleasure before you. it takes you a lot (just kneeling) to give him a head

-please all your sounds should be moans, or whimpers, or small screams of satisfaction, because if he SEES, or hears, or just senses that he may have hurt you, he stops completely and doesn't touch you until you convince him you are fine

-king of aftercare

#obito uchiha #uchiha obito #obito x reader #obito #naruto #obito uchiha x reader #obito headcanons #obito uchiha x you #obito x you

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flwersgarden · 1 year

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What if Yandere Five has a girlfriend similar to Cassie from the show Euphoria , like she gets up at 4 am to do skincare and makeup and get dressed up , all for him 🤔

note: okay i know i said that i stopped writing for five but BROOOO this request altered something inside of me and i HAD to write it — made it into headcanons, hope you like it!

yandere!five x female!reader who dolls up for him headcanons.

“ it's the thought that counts. ”

okay, for starters, he loves it.

LET'S BE FOR REAL.

fine, he does not like that you take hours of your sleep time to do it— you are perfect the way you are, my love!

buuuut, he does enjoy the soft feeling of your hair against his cheek whenever he hugs you or how good you smell.

at first, he felt weird when you mentioned how your hair was a mess to brush at- FOUR FUCKING AM?????

he thought he was doing something wrong when you said you did it for him, perhaps he said something that made you do those things at such an ungodly hour even if that wasn't his intention!

he told you it was something common of him to say mean and harsh things, yes, but never to you!!!

but when you explained (reassured him) that you actually liked to do it for him made him a bit... confused.

he never thought in changing his appearance for you, well, after all, you had to love him for who he was (you like it or not.)

so at first he wasn't so accepting of it.

he would sometimes sleep at your place to avoid you from waking up and doing your 'skincare routine' (“ skincare what? ”) at three am because, babygirl, you need to sleep, you need to dream happy beautiful-

HOW ARE YOU ALREADY AWAKE??? HE TURNED OFF EVERY ALARM????

he is so dumb at this it's almost hilarious, the only thing stopping you from bursting out laughing is his serious face as he scolds you for it and how red his face gets at the thought of you not having your rightful hours of sleep.

when he realized that no matter how much he tried you still woke up and did your skincare and makeup routine as every other regular day, he accepted it.

“ at least promise me that you'll sleep more time on the weekends and that you won't overwork yourself- ”

“ okaaaaay fiveeee. ”

and then he grew to love it.

he actually likes how you find the effort in it non existent because you like to look good for him.

he also liked to brag about it to his siblings.

“ oh yeah?! well my girl just got a new peach face mask! ”

...

“ five, we're discussing who killed klaus' fish. ”

like yeah maybe don't let the idea go that far to his head.

“ mind if i leave? gotta be at my baby at 8. ”

“ for what? ”

he smiles and turns around. “ skincare. ”

he hops out viktor's apartment with a bright smile.

viktor stands for a few more seconds before frowning. “ what. ”

he is genuinely so adorable the moment you ask. him if he would like to try some of your skincare products.

although, because he is kind of an asshole (he can't help it) he would at first shake his head and say no.

but after a minute he would just say “ fine. ” while hiding the biggest smile known to mankind.

he would try to be an asshole while you take the face mask out of his package.

like hehe babeee don't put that face mask on meeeee hehehehe stawpp oh my gawdddd-

he loves to be taken care of once in a while so you bet your cute little ass that he eats the skincare treatment up.

“ lemon or orange? ”

five pouts as he thinks over, scanning the packs of facemasks in your hands while your sitting with one if your legs on each side of his body; his hands on your waist.

“ orange. ”

“ great choice! ”

his siblings make fun of him for 'growing soft' but he just shrugs and looks at you, who is showing luther one of your, many, body scents for him to get later.

“ okay, can we just leave this room? i can't stand five's orange smell. ”

“ hey! ”

anyways!!!

in conclusion, as long as you don't find it tiring or overwhelming, five would continue to support you.

he would even wake up at the same time as you just so he could see you carefully applying your makeup (even though he is just opening one eye and can barely stand up so he sits on the toilet).

it's the thought that counts tho!!!

and he loves you the same, with skincare and makeup, with nothing on your face, with acné scars or a big pimple on your nose.

he would still say you are the most beautiful and pretty girl he has ever seen.

“ you mean it? ” you ask with those doe eyes five loves with all of his stoic heart.

he smiles as he nods. “ i mean it. ”

you can just turn him into the biggest simp out there he swears.

just don't change because of him.

he loves you the same, you know that, don't you, sweetheart?

#yandere five hargreeves x reader #yandere five hargreeves #yandere the umbrella academy #request 🤍#I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH I FEEL LIKE IM ASCENDING OR SOMETHING #i was giggling while writing this #yandere five is a softie #FIGHT ME

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soulmatebracket · 1 year

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Soulmate Bracket: Preliminary Round! [Side A]

Provided reasoning under cut:

Link & Zelda:

They're canonically trapped in a cycle of reincarnation together, and each instance of them are fated to find each other. Across all the different games, they always end up having to trust and rely on each other more than anyone else!

they're literally eternally bound to each other 🥺...zelda's first incarnation was a goddess who gave up immortality to be reincarnated with link...they find each other every single time even when they don't realize it (wind waker, ocarina of time)...in breath of the wild, zelda's powers are awakened by her love for link...

There's so many versions of Zelda and Link and almost all of them are in love, the goddess Hylia fell in love with a mortal man and after his death she took a mortal form and reincarnated both of their spirits and they became Zelda and Link. They are constantly reincarnated and they find each other every time and they fall in love, the end

For a long time it was left kind of vague as to whether the games were connected but it's pretty much confirmed in-universe now that Link and Zelda appear again and again in the timeline. Also in Breath of the Wild specifically, Link effectively dies and Zelda disappears and becomes energy (?) but he is revived in the Shrine of Resurrection with no memories except for those of Zelda, and must defeat Calamity Ganon to save her. They aren't always romantically implied in every timeline but they DO always reincarnate and fight Ganon together. So yeah I think they're soulmates (and maybe soul enemies with Ganon)

Link & Zelda & Ganondorf:

I’m sure someone’s done this but I gotta get my vote in. They’re very good and they are literally bound together in a tragic cycle of reincarnation

This isn't even a romantic group, but you know sometimes you just gotta have three people trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnation with one trying to kill the other two because a couple of deities were being dickheads millennia ago y’know?

Demise curses Zelda and Link: "I will rise again. Those like you, those who share the blood of the goddess [Hylia/Zelda] and the spirit of the hero [Link], they are eternally bound to this curse. An incarnation of my hatred shall ever follow your kind!". Every time true evil threatens the land (usually with Demise reincarnated as Ganon/Ganondorf) a Link and a Zelda are brought together to defeat him. These three souls/spirits find each other again and again through their reincarnations

MORTAL ENEMIES SOULMATES TIED IN A LOCK FOR BALANCE IN A ROCK PAPER SCISSORS LIKE THING i just think they're neat

Link & Fi:

Link is reincarnating. Fi is the spirit of the Master Sword, the sword he wields in nearly every life. The sword is literally bound to his soul-- he's the only one who can wield it. In the one game that Fi appeared in (the whole the-sword-has-a-spirit thing is relatively new, but the actual sword is not), she was his companion and they were very close and the scene where she left actually made me feel things and I. I don't usually intensely feel things from media.

Fi is usually very emotionless (or at least doesn't show them; the one time her faces changes was a VERY small smile after the villain was (thought to be) defeated, and it's hard to miss), but in her last scene when they separate, she calls Link by name (usually she calls him "Master" or "Master Link"), says that at the beginning their relationship was just her fulfilling her duties to Hylia (the goddess), and, I quote, "I have come to consider the information corresponding to our time together among the most precious data I have on record."

She then says she doesn't have the capability to understand the human spirit, and that as she prepares to go to sleep forever she's feeling an emotion she can't identify. What does she think that emotion is? HAPPINESS.

Here's her final words:

"Before I enter the sleep that calls me to the sword, I wish to relay to you words that I recorded many times over the course of our journey.

Many have said them to you thus far, but I now wish to say them for myself… Thank you, Master Link. May we meet again in another life…"

This Link is one of the more expressive ones, but this scene in particular is one of the ones where he's most expressive. He's sad (but still understanding), and you can tell, and if Nintendo wasn't COWARDS he would have been crying because I know I nearly was!

We don't get to see much of their personal relationship, but there's a new Zelda game coming out in literally three days and I think there's a good chance that Fi will be in it, and I really hope we get to see more of them even though Link is different.

Anyway. Consider them. They are very dear to me. If I could change one thing about Skyward Sword (which in my opinion is very hard to improve on), it would be to have more of them. I know I'm going to be the only one submitting them, but PLEASE. Let my 430 word essay convince you.

#legend of zelda #zelda hyrule #link #ganondorf dragmire #soulmatebracket

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xplrvibes · 4 months

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objectively speaking and since you’ve been around for a while - has colby ever been rumored to be with or seen with a girl who looks less than an Instagram model? i’m not talking about style (like alt girl type of sister), i’m talking about appearance - body, proportions, face, etc. the other ask that someone else sent about him saying looks aren’t as important but then proceeding to only be linked with “cookie cutter” (I believe that was the expression used but I might be mistaken) girls got me thinking about that. (not that he has to date “conventionally unattractive” girls, by the way. it’s just curiosity)

Here's the thing with Colby that people have never really quite grasped, cause he's phenomenally good at it - if he's pointing in one direction, sometimes you gotta look in the other.

Since most people don't realize that, they usually only see who he wants them to see (with a few exceptions) - Shea, Stas, Amber, etc. Because of that, he's built this reputation over the years as being this guy who's only into or only likes a certain type of girl.

But in reality, I've heard rumblings of all different kinds of people coming into his life over the years. If even a fraction of those rumblings are true, he's definitely not as particular as he gets accused of being.

#asks

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archangelmacaron · 2 years

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NTMF College AU Chapter 2/3?

I will definitely neaten this up a bit with better separations once I post on Ao3, but I'm still trying to think of a good title, but hopefully soon!

It had taken nearly all of her willpower for Noel to not open the bottle of vodka she'd chosen on the way home in order to drink it hidden in the paper bag like some of the more dedicated alcoholics on campus. She almost wished she had when she heard heavy metal music blasting from the small second floor flat she rented with Jillian. She sighed, opening the door—unlocked again—and walked up the stairs to the second floor, opening that door—also unlocked, again—to greet her other roommate, Spica.

“Can you please turn that down—“ She was startled as the other woman actually did, turning to her with a wide eyed, wicked grin. “I heard you were caught threatening Professor Becker!” Spica looked absolutely delighted at the prospect. “A goody two shoes like you and a stony bitch like her? You gotta give me the deets.”

Noel frowned. She hadn't thought the news would have spread this quickly, but Spica did seem to have an uncanny way of knowing things that she shouldn't have.

She set her bags on the wobbly side table, careful to balance the alcohol in the center. “I did not threaten anyone. Professor Becker switched my finals recording with your boyfriend's, and I confronted her over it.”

“Oh? Why would she do a thing like that?” Spica fluttered her long eyelashes a moment.

Noel's eyes narrowed. She had a strange feeling that Spica knew exactly why she'd 'do a thing like that.' “Clearly, she wants him to be the ceremonial pianist this year, not me. Do you have any ideas as to why that might be?”

The shorter, tattooed woman shrugged. “Hmm, hard to say... but more importantly, what are you gonna do about it, Noel?”

Noel frowned. It was phrased more as a challenge than a question. Spica irritated her at best, but creeped her out deeply at worst—especially the way her eyes sometimes appeared to be pure black. Those eyes were currently watching her with an expression she couldn't quite read. “I'm not sure.”

“You should do something really unexpected,” Spica said encouragingly. “Like... I dunno, summoning a devil for revenge or something.”

She laughed, but Noel had a strange feeling the other woman wasn't joking.

“I'll keep that in mind,” she said dryly, turning to head towards her room. Spica caught her arm.

“Hey, I'm goin' out to Ribby's tonight, so you'll have the place all to yourself, especially if Jill has a really nice date.” Spica smiled, and it gave Noel chills again. “We just got more wood delivered for the fireplace, too, so feel free to light that up. Oh, and also feel free to step on my art project in the living room, it's all dry now. I'll clean it up tomorrow after I get some final photos, of course.”

“Sure,” Noel agreed, feeling a bit pleased that the messy red paint Spica had sworn was washable would finally be gone from their living room floor, although she had a suspicion that she was going to be the one to actually remove it. She headed into her room.

It was nearly midnight, and Noel Cerquetti was finally drunk—and drunk on a level she never had been before; not when she and Jillian had snuck a bottle of wine from her parents' basement in their last year of high school, and not at her first college party where she'd eaten several jello shots before realizing they were not simply cute snacks. This was a different kind of drunk—not a tipsy, giggly kind, but a gloomy, miserable kind.

She slumped into the old sofa glumly, taking another sip directly from the vodka bottle—she'd chosen not to wash a glass. It was Spica's turn for dishes, and she was stubbornly refusing to give in and do them herself this time—although she knew she begrudgingly would if she saw Jillian heading towards the pile. The only clean cups were the wine glasses, and she felt that if she were to pour vodka in one, her mother would magically teleport through time and space to appear before her and berate her endlessly for the crime.

So straight from the bottle it was. She felt a little satisfied with the minor, unseen rebellion as she sipped from it without a trace of class or her prestigious upbringing. The satisfaction quickly faded as she stared into the gently flickering fireplace, wondering what exactly she had expected to happen.

“I thought being drunk was supposed to be fun,” she said out loud to absolutely nobody. “This ish—ahem, is boring, and certainly not worth the pounds I spent on it. It does not even taste good...”

She yawned, setting the bottle on the wobbly side table and stretching. She could have done so many other things tonight—smarter things, like planning a strategy to deal with the mess she'd been shoved into, but she'd truly been counting on the alcohol to put her in a better mood, not a worse one. It was a harsh lesson that it had been Jillian's pleasant company that made the previous times joyful rather than anything she'd been drinking.

Something on the floor caught her eye, and she pulled a piece of paper out from underneath the couch—the couch that was partially on top of Spica's 'art project.' It had been cheap, but still heavy, and now that she had difficultly moving large objects by herself, she wasn't looking forward to moving it to clean. She'd already come to accept that it was definitely going to be her who removed the paint. Spica would conveniently forget, be busy, throw out her back, develop a soap allergy, et cetera, and Noel would be damned before she let Jillian suffer because of Spica's laziness.

She squinted at the paper. She couldn't read most of the writing. It seemed to be runes written in red ink. But there was a note in a different hand in English at the top of it. “Devil... summoning... circle...”

She looked down at the floor, then back at the paper, then down again. The art on the paper looked exactly like the art on her floor. A trace of fear passed through her—gone very quickly. She crumpled the paper up.

“Clearly, this is bullshit,” she said, delighting in allowing herself to actually curse out loud as she threw the paper towards the fire—missing direly. “Otherwise, I might have accidentally summoned something by merely sitting on this sofa. How does she keep getting away with such transgressive art? Devils are quite a touchy subject in Lhaplus...”

They were a personally touchy subject for her, now, too, seeing as she'd lost her chance at being the pianist cleansing devils from the city by playing the ritual music, and was instead being expelled from the music program entirely—which was what she had been drinking to forget. She sighed deeply at the reminder, pouting a bit.

How did things get so messed up? I didn't do anything wrong... I didn't cause this through being stubborn, or headstrong, or arrogant, or otherwise 'not what a noble lady should be'... I did nothing at all, and I'm still finding myself cursed!

I cannot imagine what motivations they could have for this. Professor Becker did not seem particularly fond of Ribellio—she does not seem fond of anyone except for Dean Burrows, and even that is more obsession than affection. And giving him a prestigious appointment that he is absolutely certain to mess up is hardly a kind action!

She looked back into the fire as she thought about the serious young man. He was rather aloof, but she suspected it had more to do with Spica's possessiveness than his own personality. She didn't like to think about it, but part of her also suspected that the scar on his forehead had been caused by her roommate. But he was a decent student, and didn't cause problems. She couldn't think of any reason the professors and Dean would want to humiliate him. She wrinkled her nose as she thought harder.

Could it have to do with the ceremony itself? Could they want it to go poorly? Why?

I don't know that we have many devils that need to be removed from Lhaplus, so I can't see its failure being particularly problematic. I would think the biggest issue would be the shame that would befall Dean Burrows and the College if the ceremony was not perfect.

“Well, it matters not.” She spoke aloud again as she gave up on contemplating the reasons why. She had told herself she'd decide what to do tomorrow, so there was no use pondering any more on it. She took another sip of vodka and glared up at the clock on the mantelpiece. It was almost midnight, and the worst day of her life (so far, she told herself cynically) was almost over. She yawned. “I believe it's recommended to throw up before going to sleep when one is so inebriated... how vulgar...”

She was preparing to stand up and walk to the bathroom when something unexpected happened.

Without any hint of warning, the speakers across the room began blaring Spica's favorite heavy metal music, causing Noel to immediately panic. They'd recently gotten their second noise violation, the third would be followed by a fine.

She shrieked in alarm, diving across the sofa to grab the remote from the wobbly side table. She needed to stand up to reach it; after a moment of struggling, she finally grabbed a plastic corner and slid it into her hand. As she lifted the remote, something rolled off the table and shattered on the floor. She hit the power button, silencing the music. Instead of letting out a sigh of relief she stopped, perfectly frozen.

She had a feeling like ice water had been thrown over her.

She knew she wasn't alone in the room anymore.

Noel looked at the table and realized whatever had shattered had not been the vodka bottle. It was still standing there neatly. She had no idea what it could have been.

She looked down, and realized Spica's art was glowing under her feet. “What on...”

She heard something—a footstep? and spun around, her jaw dropping at the tall, dark figure standing before her, backlit by the fire. It swept one arm across itself in an elegant bow.

“The Great Devil Caron, at your service.”

#fanfic

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12, 16, 17, 18, 41

Thank you! Still doing this for my spy guys, let's gooo.

12) How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can't quite reach?

Ok, fun one! It definitely depends on whether they're on the job or just on their day to day lives, y'know? If they're not on an active mission, Grant would have no qualms about asking David to scratch his back or something (and would probably jokingly start moaning in delight to piss David off). David could ask Grant as well, of they're in confidence and he's in the mood. If not, he'd just lean against a wall or something lmao. If they're on a mission, though, they'll just suppress the need. Or if it's truly urgent they'll ask each other and get it done, no jokes this time.

16) What makes their stomachs turn?

Like, metaphorically? Well, in their line of work there's not much they haven't seen or gotten to experience, so in that sense they're pretty hardened. Blood, violence, they're familiar with that, in a way. I guess senseless violence still gets to them, especially towards children and of course, seeing each other get hurt 👀.

Literally? Lmao no idea, will need more time to explore that. As agents, they can handle their liquor pretty well (gotta perfect the art of standing inconspicuously at a bar, or wining and dining a mark!) but I'd say David is a little bit more of a lightweight (he doesn't really get sick though, but he'll get drunk lmao).

17) & 18) Are they easily embarrassed? What embarrasses them?

Lumping these two together. I'd say Grant isn't that easily embarrassed. He's the type of guy who's always down for a round of karaoke, or who has no trouble laughing at his own misfortunes, now turned into funny anecdotes. He's pretty easy-going, so there's not much that would cause him to turn red. In a professional sense, he's the one that tends to take the lead when it comes to field work where they need to talk to people, chat up a mark, get information out of someone without they realizing, so he's pretty used to that kind of pressure, to thinking on the spot and turning potential mishaps into advantages. Still, he's human, and he's never truly as extroverted as he appears to be, so a failed social interaction or a genuine mistake in a relationship can still haunt him for a bit.

David is not quite as easy-going as his partner. He's got a bit of a perfectionist streak, so small mistakes can sour his mood pretty easily, and getting called out by his superiors for some misstep during a mission definitely stings. I don't think he's the type to get sad and mopey, though, he's incredibly quick-tempered, and if anything, that embarrassment turns quickly into anger, sometimes at those calling him out and sometimes at himself. He'll take it as a challenge to push himself further, tho (aaand might break a few rules if he thinks it's warranted). In his day to day life? Definitely gets embarrassed by any dumb thing. Grant catches him doing NYT Connections or Wordle and gets the answers before him, and he'll seethe about it for the whole day, lmao.

41) How do they feel about children?

Aaah, this is such a fun question, because my own thoughts about children always end up bleeding into my characters, which is why almost all of them don't have kids and don't plan to. And yes, ok, these guys don't have kids either, but the idea for them does come from a dream where their proto-characters were mentors to this teenager, so a bit of that has stuck to their final versions...

I think Grant loves kids, and he'd love to be a father one day. Of course, that--and mantaining a relationship--has proven difficult, what with his line of work and all, but the point remains that he's fantastic with children. His little sister has a daughter of her own, and he loves to dote on his young niece as much as he can. He's such a fun uncle, y'know? Kids love him, too, and if there happens to be a child involved in any of the missions, he'll make sure no harm comes to them, keeping them happy and distracted if need be.

David doesn't feel quite at home with kids as Grant does, but he's also someone who kids feel completely safe with. Babies and toddlers, he'll definitely feel a bit unsure around them, not because he doesn't like them but because he's never had any experience with them. But with kids and teens, he's actually really good. He's always kind to them, talks to them like an adult would, and never makes them feel like they're not cared for. Think a Gordon Ramsey type, will cuss out any adults for literally anything, but will be sweet and patient with kids any day.

In the spirit of keeping that concept from my dream alive, I'm still playing with the idea that in one of their missions, they get assigned to take care of this millionaire teen/young adult, and they both definitely get attached to their young charge. So they kinda get to be dads for a bit lmao.

#thabk youuuu this also got long sorry lmao #but it's great for fleshing them out!#i love my guysss #juli's ocs #ask game #spy ocs #grant hosking #david fairchild #juli answers

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writing-till-i-am-dead · 4 months

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Omori x HoO - Part 1

0 - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

“…just found him…”

“Dunno… come from..”

“Tie him up?”

“He looks… to hurt us….”

The conversation could only be beat in brief snippets, but Sunny could definitely hear several people.

He felt someone not really there grab his hand.

“Pssst.. you gotta wake up..” Aubrey’s voice whispered in his ear. “Cmonnnn!”

He felt his eyes open up, despite how heavy they felt. “Ngh..”

“He’s waking up!”

“I knew we should’ve tied him up!”

“Leo, be quiet!”

Sunny realized he was laying in a bed and had a blanket covering him. He slowly sat up, but immediately wished he didn’t. A pain shot through his head, it felt like being stabbed by Basil all over again.

He clutched his eye, groaning in pain and lying back down.

“Are you ok?” Asked a girl. He looked up and saw a girl with yellow eyes, glowing like gold found in the deepest of caves. Or as Kel would probably describe it, “Minecraft gold.”

His breath was ragged and shaky. “I.. ugh..” he turned his head, clutching his eye. It seemed the pain was worse. Maybe it had gotten infected from being away from the hospital?

The girl placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok. You’re in a safe place.”

“Unless you’re here to hurt us..” murmured the same voice who recommended they tied him up.

“I’m sure this little guy can’t hurt us.”

“I’m just saying it’s better safe than sorry.”

A boy with blonde hair stepped forward. He had this leader type of aura, like a kind superhero from those comics he and Kel used to read.

“How did you get here?” His voice was serious, but not intimidating.

Sunny turned to face all of them, the light of the lanterns burning.

“Ughh…”

“He’s clearly not in the right place to answer our questions,” said the girl from before that Sunny saw before he blacked out.

“Can you talk to us? Can you speak?” Asked the golden eyes girl.

Sunny tried, but now that he’s processed the fact that there’s so many people, eyes all on him.. his voice escaped him. The only thing coming out being sputters and sounds.

“Hey, it’s ok,” said the golden eyed girl. “I know talking is sometimes hard.” She turned to one of the boys, a large, muscular Chinese boy who reminded Sunny of Charlie, the guy who always hung around Angel. “Frank, could you get him a pen and paper?”

Frank nodded and stepped out for a moment.

Even just one less person leaving the room made his anxieties a little better.

Sunny tried to recollect his thoughts. Why was he here? What was the last thing that he…

Oh.

Ya.

That’s right.

His face must’ve shown his look of despair, as the golden eyed girl looked even more concerned than she already did.

Frank came back with a pen and paper.

“Hey!” Exclaimed the same boy who wanted to tie Sunny up. “Did you swipe that from my desk?”

“It’s the only one and paper around, Valdez,” Frank grumbled.

The girl took the paper from Frank and handed it to Sunny.

“What’s your name? I’m Hazel. That’s Leo, Frank, Piper, Annabeth, Percy, and Jason.”

“You sure we should tell him our names?” Said one of the guys, Percy. Sunny noticed the look on his face and immediately felt fear strike through his heart. This guy was.. terrifying. Like the kind of guy who even Aubrey would be scared of.

“I think he’s fine,” said Annabeth, staring at Sunny with a look that had the intensity of a thousand suns. “Harmless. He can barely even move.”

These random strangers pointing out how pathetic he was didn’t exactly make Sunny feel great.

He looked at the paper as shakily wrote “My name is Sunny.”

Hazel looked at the paper, smiling and nodded. “It’s nice to meet you, Sunny. Do you know how you got here?”

Sunny froze.

He tried to keep himself from hyperventilating. He had to calm down. He took a long, deep breath, feeling his heart rate slow.

“I saw a winged man and I black out and ended up here.”

“A winged man?” Hazel, Frank, and Oercy all exchanged a look. “What exactly were you doing before he appeared?”

He clutched the paper, trying to steady his breathing again.

“I fell” he stopped writing for a moment. “by accident” he added, lying through the paper.

“So you were in a life or death situation. And there was a winged man. For some reason, Thanatos saved you.”

Sunny was a bit confused. Thanatos.. oh, ya. He’s heard that name. A card game he and Kel used to play had that as a character… Mythomagic. He was a death god. But, that was just a game.

“Thanatos?”

“Do you.. not know?”

He gave her a confused look.

“Thanatos took pity on you and saved you, but you know nothing about the gods?” Percy asked.

He gave Percy a perplexed look.

“The gods,” Percy repeated. “The Greek gods?”

Sunny thought for a moment. He remembered when Mari took an interest in learning about all different types of mythologies. But those days were so long ago.. so…. blurry.

Annabeth seemed to notice Sunny becoming lost in thought, based on the look she gave him.

“The Greek and Roman gods are real,” she said in a matter-of-fact voice. “We’re all children of those gods. Halfbloods, or demigods.”

Sunny stared at her, waiting for that serious look in her face to drop and a smile to spread across her lips as she would say “Haha, just kidding!”

But that never happened.

Sunny turned to stare at the blanket he had wrapped around him. This was.. something. A strange and random thing to be told to him.

But then.. he realized..

He looked up, his eyes wide and sparkling.

It’s all in my head.

He looked over and saw Something in the corner of the room before disappearing into a cloud of darkness.

He looked at the seven people who surrounded him.

The room was small but suddenly it felt like reality shifted and warped, the dimly lit room shifting to a room of colors and rainbows.

Laughter echoed and bounced off the walls as silhouettes of people ran through and disappeared.

The room splintered, cracked, became a world of light and something new to explore as the faces of the 7 new people began to glow and become colors of purple, somber looks replaced with smiles.

Then suddenly it felt like this new world disappeared the moment Sunny blinked, the seven looking at him like he just had mushrooms growing out of his head.

But the faint light still remained, peaking through the door.

It was like he was hit with a new wind. A new but also familiar smell. All too exciting. All too terrifying.

A new distraction. A same old reason.

“A new adventure.”

#Omori #sunny omori #pjo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #Hoo #omori x hoo #fanfic #crossover #crossover fanfiction

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Omori x HoO || Chapter 1

Prologue

Chapter 2

“…just found him…”

“Dunno… come from..”

“Tie him up?”

“He looks… to hurt us….”

The conversation could only be beat in brief snippets, but Sunny could definitely hear several people.

He felt someone not really there grab his hand.

“Pssst.. you gotta wake up..” Aubrey’s voice whispered in his ear. “Cmonnnn!”

He felt his eyes open up, despite how heavy they felt. “Ngh..”

“He’s waking up!”

“I knew we should’ve tied him up!”

“Leo, be quiet!”

He clutched his eye, groaning in pain and lying back down.

“Are you ok?” Asked a girl. He looked up and saw a girl with yellow eyes, glowing like gold found in the deepest of caves. Or as Kel would probably describe it, “Minecraft gold.”

His breath was ragged and shaky. “I.. ugh..” he turned his head, clutching his eye. It seemed the pain was worse. Maybe it had gotten infected from being away from the hospital?

The girl placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok. You’re in a safe place.”

“Unless you’re here to hurt us..” murmured the same voice who recommended they tied him up.

“I’m sure this little guy can’t hurt us.”

“I’m just saying it’s better safe than sorry.”

A boy with blonde hair stepped forward. He had this leader type of aura, like a kind superhero from those comics he and Kel used to read.

“How did you get here?” His voice was serious, but not intimidating.

Sunny turned to face all of them, the light of the lanterns burning.

“Ughh…”

“He’s clearly not in the right place to answer our questions,” said the girl from before that Sunny saw before he blacked out.

“Can you talk to us? Can you speak?” Asked the golden eyes girl.

Sunny tried, but now that he’s processed the fact that there’s so many people, eyes all on him.. his voice escaped him. The only thing coming out being sputters and sounds.

Frank nodded and stepped out for a moment.

Even just one less person leaving the room made his anxieties a little better.

Sunny tried to recollect his thoughts. Why was he here? What was the last thing that he…

Oh.

Ya.

That’s right.

His face must’ve shown his look of despair, as the golden eyed girl looked even more concerned than she already did.

Frank came back with a pen and paper.

“Hey!” Exclaimed the same boy who wanted to tie Sunny up. “Did you swipe that from my desk?”

“It’s the only one and paper around, Valdez,” Frank grumbled.

The girl took the paper from Frank and handed it to Sunny.

“What’s your name? I’m Hazel. That’s Leo, Frank, Piper, Annabeth, Percy, and Jason.”

“I think he’s fine,” said Annabeth, staring at Sunny with a look that had the intensity of a thousand suns. “Harmless. He can barely even move.”

These random strangers pointing out how pathetic he was didn’t exactly make Sunny feel great.

He looked at the paper as shakily wrote “My name is Sunny.”

Hazel looked at the paper, smiling and nodded. “It’s nice to meet you, Sunny. Do you know how you got here?”

Sunny froze.

He tried to keep himself from hyperventilating. He had to calm down. He took a long, deep breath, feeling his heart rate slow.

“I saw a winged man and I black out and ended up here.”

“A winged man?” Hazel, Frank, and Percy all exchanged a look. “What exactly were you doing before he appeared?”

He clutched the paper, trying to steady his breathing again.

“I fell” he stopped writing for a moment. “by accident” he added, lying through the paper.

“So you were in a life or death situation. And there was a winged man. For some reason, Thanatos saved you.”

Sunny was a bit confused. Thanatos.. oh, ya. He’s heard that name. A card game he and Kel used to play had that as a character… Mythomagic. He was a death god. But, that was just a game.

“Thanatos?”

“Do you.. not know?”

He gave her a confused look.

“Thanatos took pity on you and saved you, but you know nothing about the gods?” Percy asked.

He gave Percy a perplexed look.

“The gods,” Percy repeated. “The Greek gods?”

Sunny thought for a moment. He remembered when Mari took an interest in learning about all different types of mythologies. But those days were so long ago.. so…. blurry.

Annabeth seemed to notice Sunny becoming lost in thought, based on the look she gave him.

“The Greek and Roman gods are real,” she said in a matter-of-fact voice. “We’re all children of those gods. Halfbloods, or demigods.”

Sunny stared at her, waiting for that serious look in her face to drop and a smile to spread across her lips as she would say “Haha, just kidding!”

But that never happened.

Sunny turned to stare at the blanket he had wrapped around him. This was.. something. A strange and random thing to be told to him.

But then.. he realized..

He looked up, his eyes wide and sparkling.

It’s all in my head.

He looked over and saw Something in the corner of the room before disappearing into a cloud of darkness.

He looked at the seven people who surrounded him.

The room was small but suddenly it felt like reality shifted and warped, the dimly lit room shifting to a room of colors and rainbows.

Laughter echoed and bounced off the walls as silhouettes of people ran through and disappeared.

The room splintered, cracked, became a world of light and something new to explore as the faces of the 7 new people began to glow and become colors of purple, somber looks replaced with smiles.

Then suddenly it felt like this new world disappeared the moment Sunny blinked, the seven looking at him like he just had mushrooms growing out of his head.

But the faint light still remained, peaking through the door.

It was like he was hit with a new wind. A new but also familiar smell. All too exciting. All too terrifying.

A new distraction. A same old reason.

“A new adventure.”

#Omori #sunny omori #Sunny #pjo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #Crossover #Omori x HoO #Fandom #fanfic #Writers on tumblr

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chat-miaou · 1 year

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Please don’t be sorry!! Thank you so much for answering my ask! I’m realizing I forgot to put a /LH at the end of my little crush admission LOL!! I wouldn’t ACTUALLY cry if you guessed 🤣

Why must I fall for the boys who face eldritch horrors. The world may never know ��💓💕

But I’m curious!! I’ve never gotten into Nightvale, but we’ve known each other for a super long time and I’ve always been meaning to ask you about it!! What’s your fav thing about it? :D and if it’s ok to ask, who are some of the characters and what are they like? :O

(seriously you are all good !!!!)

Sometimes you just gotta love a guy who's going through a TIME with spooky stuff haha

As for Nightvale, it's one of those things that borders horror and comedy really well in my opinion? We were talking about TMA so I'll compare to that, but I think, objectively some of the things in both shows are equally scary but the way that Nightvale portrays it as normal or like it's no big deal makes it not feel spooky haha. Definitely not as gore-y as TMA though

I got really into nightvale back in like 2013 when it started and honestly what drew me in immediately was that first episode they're like: bam here's this weird town and also your protagonist is gay and we're not going to be quiet about it

My favorite characters are Cecil and Carlos (and they are THE otp of all time) and Dana and Maureen!

Cecil is just honestly a very interesting narrator and I love his little asides from his serious news voice to suddenly talking about cats or Carlos or his niece, and I love Carlos and how he just gradually adjusts to Nightvale and the weirdness in it and that.

I'll admit it's been a while since I listened to it regularly (mostly because Cecil's voice is calming and it makes me sleepy ahaha) but I've been gradually relistening

As the show goes on they start adding characters who appear not just in mentions but with voice actors as well and I love that and how you see the change in character's relationships overtime.

It's very kind of surreal?? Bizarre??? Weird??? And I love that!!!

It's also nice because the episodes are like 30 minutes long and you don't necessarily have to listen in order between arcs (though some things are mentioned and it helps to have a bit of context) and its just 2 episodes a month so it's not as intimidating as something to catch up on

Maybe that answers your question lol or maybe not, I've been up since 4:30 for work so I'm a bit of a disaster lol

#shut up cj

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dreamstormdragon · 1 year

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SRMTHFG OC: Castor “Cas” Donati

So, I fell down the rabbit hole and found a lot of old characters of mine for this show, that I wanted to revamp. One of them, being a character who was actually my first OC, I ever made. Like, pre-dating all of them, he was from the first fict I ever wrote.

He was Chiro's friend growing up and they were close until that fateful day Chiro had awoken the Hyper Force. Now, they try to catch up with each other, not as often as they used to, but he tries to be there for him. Cas is a snarky young man, who loves goofing off, but fiercely loyal. He sticks by his friends, even if he can’t help out with certain things. When he found out about Chiro’s new ‘job’ he was happy for him.

Though, at the end of the day he’s also still 14 years old himself and he’s not exactly known for his “brilliant” schemes. Cas’s family runs Donati’s Pizzeria, a restaurant his Dad started and Cas is part of the business as a delivery boy and sometimes, comes up with schemes of how to make more tips.

And that’s when it hit him. It would be the PERFECT strategy to make more than enough tips!

Become the ONLY guy on Shuggazoom who delivered during city wide attacks. If your stuck in your house hiding cause of Formless? That counts, he will be there, even if he’s gotta use a trash can as a shield.

“My policy is, rain, shine or the Skeleton King sending his armies to destroy us all, you will get your pizza!”

Chiro thinks it’s genuinely the dumbest thing he’s ever done, but somehow knock on wood, Cas is able to deliver. He makes bank on tips thanks to this... although, he’s had to deal with his bike being busted a few times.

The Monkeys honestly don’t know what to make of this kid, until the boys start talking and suddenly it’s like there’s two Chiro’s. Video games, tokosatsu shows, manga, you name it, they both have their favorites.

Castor, while trying to be a good kid, also is that guy who realizes he forgot to study and starts praying for a monster to come and wreck the school.

And when it happens, usually they get a few days off...

Until one fateful... Horrible day.

“What’s... Remote Learning? That sounds HORRIBLE.”

Because it was noted, that the students were missing a LOT of school actually and while, if you asked Cas that worked fine for him, because he’d study and work during those days... It was “recommended” they start using a remote learning system, created by one Mr. Hal Gibson... who then insisted on helping out with said remote school.

Cas is horrified and Chiro has to break the news to his friend.

“Yes... You are going to actually have to study before big tests.”

"They won't actually do it! They can't!"

"Cas, the city wide translator, works for everyone."

“NOOOOO!!!!”

In the end, he’ll try hard, but if you ask Cas, life was a WHOLE lot simpler before. He’s a hard worker though, but his ideas are... unconventional to say the least.

“Pizza! Get your fresh hot and ready Donati’s pizza! Are you stuck in your bunker, waiting for the latest monster attack to die down? Have no fear, I’ll be right there!”

And somehow, during “Shadow over Shuggazoom” he was the only one who didn’t get effected, because he was sick that day and wore an eyemask and used earplugs to drown out the usual stuff.

He woke up the next day, with his roof missing, still sick and baffled that everything seemed to be calming down from yet another attack.

When he found out from Chiro what happened, he was genuinely kind of baffled.

As was everyone else.

“How do you SLEEP through that!?”

“I had a cold and a bad headache. So I slept with my mom’s eye mask and some ear plugs so I could actually sleep...”

So... yeah. That’s my boy, he’ll be appearing in some stories, namely shorts and making some smaller appearances but he’s a fun one. Been having a ball revamping my older OC’s as a fun challenge for myself.

#SRMTHFG #SRMTHFG OC #Castor Donati #Cas Donati #SRMTHFG Cas #OC #AU #Canon divergent #Vroid studio

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kageyuji · 3 years

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asking him how to confess to your crush (him)

⤷ oikawa, suna, bokuto, iwaizumi ; [gn!reader]

TAGS: fluff/crack if you squint, confessions

NOTES: please reblog or i’ll cry

━━ OIKAWA

you can’t miss the momentary look of sadness, but he quickly hides it with a cocky smile

he tells you the cheesiest possible way to confess to someone. he doesn’t even know if it’ll work on not

(he actually hopes it doesn’t, but he can’t just be an asshole and tell you something that clearly won’t work)

but once he realizes that he is the person you like, his mind jumps to several different places all at once

he’s happy but also he can’t properly form words, please bear with him </3

“Oikawa?”

He hummed a response to you, ghost of a smile on his lips. He always liked the way you said his name, even if it was just his family name.

“I have a favor... so there’s this guy that I like, and I wasn’t sure how to tell him. Do you think you could give me ideas?”

You don’t miss the pout on his lips, the way his eyebrows furrow, the hurt in his eyes. If one were to blink, they wouldn’t have missed it. He smiled and laughed, quickly trying to hide how much his heart ached.

People — in reality, only makki and mattsun — had asked you if you had feelings for someone. But you never gave them an answer, just a flustered smile and a shrug.

“Uhm... I don’t know, depends on the person. You can get a bouquet or something, and chocolates maybe?”

A smile lit up your face. He had looked so pained to say it; his nose was wrinkled up a little, one hand at the back of his neck, eyes looking anywhere but you.

“Oh, yeah! That sounds sweet, he might like that. Should I ask him what his favorite flowers are?”

“Yeah.” His heart sunk impossibly lower.

“Got it. So, what are your favorite flowers?”

He looked up from where he’d taken a sudden interest in the floor, looking around for someone else. But no one seemed to be engaging in a conversation with you — actually, he realized it was only you and him in the room.

“No, I meant ask this guy that you like.”

“I just did.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, eyes wide and lips parted. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t quite read. Shock, or was in confusion? There was also an undertone of hurt, like he couldn’t tell if this was some sick joke or not.

“You mean... me? I’m the- you have feelings for me?”

Your heart fell then — of course you’d been nervous to tell him. But with the constant flirting, you were beginning to think that maybe it wasn’t just harmless and playful anymore. That maybe even if it was still done playfully, there was truth behind those words, behind the smiles and the winks he sent you.

“If you don’t feel the same way, it’s fine, I just-”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I was just a little surprised is all. I feel the same way, and you’re great, really, I just figured I wasn’t your type.”

“But you are.” You said, heating rising in your cheeks. Nothing could mask the smile he wore, even if he was trying not fight it.

“And you are my type. Guess we’re both lucky, hm?”

━━ SUNA

he is determined not to let you notice how his heart stopped in his chest

he still holds the same disinterested, bored look on his face as always, although he’s unaware you could see right through him

refuses to give you advice on how to go about confessing

in fact, the last thing he wants to do is be around you — he knows you were never his, so he can’t be upset, but it still turns his stomach

tell him before he can find an excuse to leave, or else your confession will be a lot more painstaking due to him dodging any interaction with you

“So uh... if you were to confess to someone you like, how do you think you would do it?” Your voice sounded so sweet, so genuine.

“Why? You have a little crush on somethin’?” He laughed.

“Yeah, actually.”

Oh.

You don’t miss the way his nose scrunches and the look in his eyes. He’s looking at the floor with narrowed eyes, almost as though the floor was the cause of his jealousy.

Well, not his jealousy — he wasn’t jealous, was he?

“Hm,” He hums, and you find him putting back on the same incurious face that he always wore. “I don’t know, elaborate confessions are pointless. Just tell the person how you feel. If they really like you, they won’t turn you aware for being simple.”

“Ah, that’s true.” You smile, though it’s fueled with nervousness. “So, one more thing I gotta say then.”

“Make it quick, I’ve to be somewhere soon.” Suna hates the bitter taste in his mouth.

He knows he shouldn’t care, after all he’s never worked up the courage to spill his heart to you, so he doesn’t have a right to feel like something is being torn — no, stolen — away from him.

“Right. You said simple, so... I like you, and I think you’re really sweet. And you’re funny and you’re so caring, even though you would never admit that. Um, I hope that was boiled down enough for you.”

“You’re kidding right?”

The tone in his voice is almost accusatory, although he doesn’t mean it to be, he just genuinely doesn’t believe you. When had you ever shown interest in him? Not that he was complaining.

“No. But it’s fine if you d-”

“I never said that. If you mean it though, maybe you can tell me the longer version of everything you like about me. Over coffee or something?”

━━ BOKUTO

ok first off, let me stop you right there, because baby boy is gonna get so sad :(

there is no hiding the hurt he’s feeling. he’s always expressive, even though he’s trying to hide it

please stop him there because his mood is only going downhill

actually tells you some elaborate, thought out thing that you assumed was from the top of his head

(although in reality, he’s thought about telling you how he feels on countless times)

but when he realizes that you’re talking about him he instantly does a 180, he looks like he’s in heaven

“Bokuto!” You call his name with a smile. You’ve found you can always get a matching one from him whenever you do so.

And of course he smiles back at you, the same excited look in his eyes as always. “Y/n!”

“I need advice.” You say.

His expression drops into one of worry at your tone. If there was anything that Bokuto hated in this world, it was seeing you upset.

“What is it?”

“I need to know how to tell someone that I have feelings for them.”

And just like that, you can see his heart break through his expression. His eyebrows pin up and he presses his lips into a thin line. You can tell that he’s trying not to show you how bothered he was by that one sentence.

He always was bad at pretending he was fine though. It was clear, if nothing else you could see his watery eyes.

“Oh... uhm. Can I ask who the person is?”

You’re hesitant to say it. But you don’t know why, because his reaction was your final bit of proof that he had feelings for you too. He hadn’t been subtle before, but now it was obvious.

“You.”

“What?” Bokuto said, although the word was breathless.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond to him. Instead, the wide smile he always wore appeared back on his face and he wrapped his arms around you.

Usually, Bokuto’s hugs are tight anyway. They’re filled with a need to be close to you and a need to convey the emotion of ‘you are the only thing grounding me right now’.

But this one was tighter. He buried his face into your neck, but you could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. “I may have to confess to someone too.”

━━ IWAIZUMI

iwaizumi is a gentleman about it, as much as he doesn’t want to be

if anything, he wants to tell you right then and there about his feelings

but the fact (or rather, the thought) that you’ve taken an interest in someone else is all the evidence he needs to stop himself

the last thing he wants to do it mess with your emotions so he intends to stuff he feelings down to deepest parts of his mind in hopes that they’ll one day disappear

until of course, he realizes that he is the guy you’d been talking about

he gets giddy, believe it or not. he hates to admit it sometimes, but unbeknownst to you, you have so much control over his emotions

“So, Iwa?” You said, and he tried to overlook the cautious tone to your voice.

“Hm?”

“Uh, theres this guy that I kind of have feelings for. But the thing is, I don’t know how to tell him.” You sound nervous.

Iwaizumi assumes it’s from the thought of having to tell this person your feelings, yet he doesn’t realize that said person is him and it’s coming sooner than he’d realized.

He doesn’t say anything in response to you at first. His eyes narrow only slightly, then he takes a deep breath and turns back to you with his usual expression.

“If you’re going to tell them, do something sweet and simple. If you get all extravagant with it, it might freak ‘em out. Maybe... I dunno, buy a little gift and tell them?

He hid it well. The mix of jealousy, regret, and sadness in him was painful, but he clenched his fists and tried not to let his voice crack. If there was someone you knew that didn’t cry, it was Iwaizumi. Yet here he was, doing everything in his power not show how upset he was.

What was he even doing anyway? He was helping you find a lover that was not himself. Not that you even knew that, because in reality he’d never shown to you that he had feelings towards you.

That was something he was regretting a lot now.

“Oh I see, what kind of gift would you like?”

Ouch. As though this couldn’t hurt more. “I don’t know, depends on the person. Ask him, not me.”

“I just did, dummy.”

It took him a few seconds to process that, then another few seconds for the relief and happiness to wash over him. A smile rugged at the corner of his lips.

“That’s cute. You and I can go out somewhere this weekend and I can help you pick something out, hm?”

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dragonsareourfuture · 3 years

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Ways the Death Note Cast Show They Trust You

I lost some inspiration towards the middle there, I’m sorry!!

- he will always have Watari make extra servings of food just for you. It’s a bit startling at first. So suddenly there’s just food in front of you that you think is for L, but when you push it towards him, he pushes it right back to you.

“You don’t want it?” He’d ask, leaving you confused until you finally put the pieces together.

“Oh, I…I guess I didn’t realize it was for me. My bad.” You begin eating. “Thank you.”

L simply hums and continues with whatever he was just up to.

- You know that thing cats do where they’re sitting perfectly still, eyes closed, guard slightly down, but still not quite asleep? I can picture L doing something like this during any moment of downtime he gets. Just sitting, scrunched up in his chair or wherever he happens to be, eyes closed but the cogs in his brain are still turning. You notice him doing this when it is only you and him in the room, simply thinking it’s because of the moment of rare solitude. Little do you know, it’s because he trusts that you won’t hurt him or let anything bad happen to him.

- L is a person who prefers to be in charge of his own life. He likes knowing what’s going on around him at all times and when things are out of his hands he can’t help but feel uncomfortable. However, with a person he’s developed a close relationship with and knows he can trust with everything he has, L will feel more comfortable leaving decisions up to them. You’ll have to start small though, like being the one to plan a surprise date. He might feel a bit uncomfy at the beginning, shifting around and possibly even insisting he sit so that he can see the exits clearly, but he eases into it eventually. Soon you both find yourselves joking around in the odd way that you do and gorging on cake and ice cream.

Mello

- being vulnerable is something Mello isn’t too keen on. He already feels vulnerable most of the time and would kick himself if he let that show through his actions. If Mello truly trusts you, he will feel as though he can be vulnerable around you without any judgement on your end. Small acts that show vulnerability such as asking you to help him with something he can’t quite handle on his own — even if it’s something as simple as not being able to reach something off a shelf or being unsure about how to fix something. Eventually, he’ll work his way up to the bigger stuff like being physically wounded in front of you or having a mental block.

- Sharing his clothes with you or letting you pick his outfit for him. Now, it sounds like he’s just being a little diva and that’s only partially true. But his clothes are important to him, they’re a factor that sets him aside from his plain-dressing rival and in his eyes they make him more interesting than him, visually at least. He’s happy to dress you up, and it is true that he has to have a close relationship with you to want to do so, but you should be especially proud if he lets you alter his appearance in any way.

- He likes to believe that he’s had his goals set out from the beginning. Surpass Near, become the next L, and go on from there. What he pushes to the back of his brain are the moments he’s been studying and he’s asked himself ‘What if I went down a different path?’. He quickly pushes these thoughts away, but they keep coming back. What would life be like if this wasn’t an option for him? What if he were a writer? What if he lived in the city with people he loves and went to the movies every Friday? Unwillingly, he has a whole list of possibilities. If he truly trusts you, he’ll share every single one with you. Whether it’s dropping hints or confessing them one by one late at night, he can’t help but feel that they’re safe with you.

Misa

- it seems a bit surface level, but it’s true — Misa will talk down on Light in front of you if she trusts you. But it’s not straight away. She had developed a lot of courage to actually break up with him, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t still doubt her decision to do so. It’s only when she finds out from you how loved ones are supposed to treat each other — with kindness and respect — that she feels her decision to ditch Light was the entirely right one. Slowly, she’ll start to admit to you all the things she hated about Light, starting with some of his mannerisms and building up to something like how he forced her to leave the entertainment business.

- Misa is…dramatic. She likes to go above and beyond for someone she’s infatuated with and make sure they’re the happiest they can be. If she trusts you enough to develop this kind of infatuation and, with some development, less of an obsession and more of a strong, bonding love, you will be doted on to the point where it’s almost ridiculous. You could be at home during one of her work days and you’ll get a delivery of lunch from your favorite takeout place because Misa was ‘thinking of you <3’, as she explains when you text her asking why food randomly showed up at your place. It’s rather sweet.

- Misa’s a pretty talkative person in general, that’s a well known fact. She’ll talk about clothes, a cute birdie she saw on her way home, really anything that comes to mind. But, she’ll do that with about anyone who’ll listen. It’s gradual, so it’s hard to notice, but if Misa grows to trust you she’ll start talking about some of the more serious things that have been on her mind for a while, those things that she thought would scare off anyone she liked because of how personal they are to her. Her family before they died, for example. It’s something that Misa thinks about. So much. But she doesn’t really talk about it. She wants to forget, put the past behind her but because she’s never talked about it with anyone it’s hard to do that. She’ll talk about her family to you, the little things her sister used to do and some things her parents did that she misses.

Matsuda

- Matsuda often begins to idolize those who he thinks are trustworthy and have a good heart. He starts to tell you how much he loves when you do x and that he wishes he could perform as well as you in that area. In a sense, he trusts you with his vulnerability, letting you know that he thinks of himself as less than satisfactory and how he wishes he could do better, only he channels it by pointing out good things about you. If…that makes sense.

- This sounds dire, but he’ll risk his life for the people he completely, without a doubt trusts. He was willing to do so with Chief Yagami, someone he saw as a father figure, and he would certainly be willing to do so with you, someone who he feels he has a deep emotional connection to. Whether you’re in a situation where he would need to or he’s just saying that he would, he means it.

- Matsuda trusts you to not make fun of him when he overshares or talks too much or anything his coworkers brush him off for. He feels that he can talk about things he finds funny and talk about his life without worrying about what you think of him when he does.

Matt

- he would drop everything to help you. Whether that’s dropping his game to help you kill a bug or leaving his duties behind to help you out of a life or death situation. Whichever scenario you happen to find yourself in he’s there no matter what.

- He’ll invite you into his personal life. I know this is kind of a given but Matt had the chance to become the next L. He had the chance to become something “great” and he said “ummm rather not” to it because it wasn’t something he wanted. If he shares this information with you, he trusts you not to leave him for something better when you discover the status he could have had and refused. He trusts you to appreciate him because of him and not the intelligence everyone but him cherishes.

- He leaves you alone around important technology and software he’s hacked. Unfortunately for him, betrayal comes with the business he’s got himself into and, if Matt really trusts you on both a professional and emotional level, he won’t have a problem worrying about whether or not you’ll take advantage of his coffee break to gather information for some other organization or something. He will literally just go “mkay babe I gotta go fuel up on caffeine real quick, you’re good watching the hacked government database right? Cool cya.”

Near

- Near trusts you to take him to public places. Sounds simple, yeah. But Near has never liked crowds, or even just too many strangers in a wide open place. It’s strange to everyone observing how one day he decides he needs a new toy, his old one having broken due to old age, and asks you to take him to the toy store. He’s questioned, people wondering why he wouldn’t rather you just go alone but Near insists. Apparently the toy that broke is special addition and he wants to make sure you get the right one. He stays close to you the whole way, not really saying much, but he’s there and that’s a big step for him.

- He helps you out with puzzles. Basically cheats for you. When he’s eyeing one specific empty slot, coughing lightly to get your attention, just know that he’s not helping you because he thinks you need it. Quite the opposite actually. With anyone else, he believes that they should be able to solve it on their own. He thinks that if they can’t, then that’s their fault. But with you…it’s as if he trusts that you’re intelligent enough without the puzzle being an indicator of that intelligence, so much so that he thinks the puzzle itself is obsolete when it comes to you. He doesn’t need a puzzle to know how smart you are.

- He’ll eat the foods you make him. Near’s picky eater-ness is above that of a child who only eats chicken tenders and pizza. He doesn’t eat that many people’s food because he knows it’s probably not he way he likes it. But with you, he trusts that you respect his eating habits and know him well enough to get it right the first time. Though he does check the food out for a bit, he’ll eat it. Sometimes all of it. Fuckin astonishing to Rester who had attempted many times to heat up microwave dinners for the guy.

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sj-ficrecs · 3 years

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fic rec 11!

just a random collection of what I’ve read and enjoyed lately. as usual, no specific order.

This is purely a fic rec blog, always reblogging fics I enjoy. usually Bucky x reader, sometimes Steve x reader, Chris Beck x reader, etc. So check out more I’ve reblogged on this page. :) See my past fic recs below:

PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE! // Q & A

(divider by @bwbatta)

Bucky x reader:

Flashing Lights by @pellucid-constellations Paramedic!Bucky x reader

“Bucky’s worst fears come true when he’s called to a scene. If he’s the one with the dangerous job, then why is it your life that’s hanging in the balance?”

Operation: Freefall by @constantwriter85 Bucky x reader

“When Bucky fell from the train in 1945, he didn’t just leave behind his family and friends. He left behind the girl he was going to marry, a girl he never stopped loving. Decades later, Bucky continued to search for her, only to find out that she had disappeared without a trace in 1955. But when Steve hands over the shield to Sam Wilson, he also has something for his childhood friend—a redacted S.H.I.E.L.D. file code-named Operation: Freefall, a file with more questions than answers. With Sam’s help and a handful of Pym Particles, the file sends Bucky on a trip to the past, trying to solve the mystery and save the woman he still loves.”

Recovery by @wicked-mind Biker!Bucky x reader

“After going through rehab and recovering, you move back to town to live with your mother as you sort out what to do with your life, but your mom has other plans that include hooking you up with a hot biker by the name of James ‘Bucky’ Barnes”

Teacher’s Favorite + Sharing My Sweetheart by @suitk0via Single dad!Bucky x teacher!reader

“You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine’s favorite teacher and Bucky’s just gotta meet you.”

Uninvited by @mymoonagedaydream modern!Bucky x reader

Reader is a close friend of Sam’s. Sam and Bucky are roommates, so reader spends a lot of time with them. Bucky becomes colder towards reader and they ask Sam about it - finding out Bucky, who is taken, is falling out of love w/ his gf because he has a crush on reader.

You Know Me Too Well by @nexusnyx Tattoo Artist!Bucky x reader

“there is a thin line between pain and pleasure. that line is real and palpable, except for the times when you sit in bucky barnes’ table and feel his hands holding your skin. his job demands him to hurt you, but the only problem is that you enjoy it. a lot.”

The Slip Up by @justkending dad!Bucky x reader

“After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.”

Invisible String series by @dirty-holy-things Bucky x reader

“You were fairly certain that landing a date through court-ordered therapy was some sort of HIPAA violation, if not just an ethical one, but you couldn’t help but be intrigued by the mysterious storm cloud of a man who you shared the waiting room with every Thursday.”

Sacrifice by @wkemeup Bucky x reader

“In the midst of an attack, you’re dosed with an unknown chemical and your healing ability becomes compromised.”

Purgatory by @wkemeup Bucky x reader

“While on a mission, Bucky becomes dissociated into the Winter Soldier. But instead of becoming a threat, his instinct is to protect.”

Behind the Storm by @wkemeup Bucky x reader

“On a mission, you’re hit with a spell that takes away your ability to see. Bucky does what he can to make you feel safe.”

We Were Screaming in Color by @samwlscns Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“james buchanan barnes was your soulmate and you were his. despite everything the world threw your way, bucky always kept his promise to make his way back home to you. even if that meant having to lose him more than once.”

Bulova by @babycap Bucky x reader

“In the five years between the two snaps that changed it all, life had moved on, as life is want to do. In the aftermath of that final battle, you discover that time waited for no one (least of all you), and those you loved marched forward into it without you. Sam suggests you volunteer at the local retirement community to keep you busy, keep your mind from lingering on what—and who—you lost. In giving back, you find that time can be just as generous as it is cruel. A non-canon compliant, friends-to-lovers fic.”

And They’re Roommates by @golden-barnes Modern bartender/roommate!Bucky x reader, New Girl au

“Your boyfriend cheats on you, and now you have nowhere to go. So when you found an ad for a shared loft, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. Come to the realization that you will be sharing it with four guys. Four guys, one of them who is extremely hot and zero brain cells between any of them. What else could you ask for?”

Keep Me Cool by @chouettedubois Bucky x reader

“You and Bucky are on your third undercover mission acting as a couple. Things go awry when you fall ill. Cue caretaker!Bucky to the rescue.”

Love in the Workplace by @cxddlyash Gardener!Bucky x Receptionist!reader

Working at the same hotel, a new gardener is recently hired.

“Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of the new gardener.

“What is it?” Sarah asks you and you clear your throat before tearing your gaze from the man.

“Uh, nothing. I finally see the gardener that the hotel hired,” you mention while walking closer to the place.”

Dad Biker!Bucky being adorable with his kids blurb by @angrythingstarlight dad biker!Bucky x reader

dad biker Bucky and his kids making pancakes and breakfast for mom :)

Tap by @houseravenclaws Bucky x reader

“bucky never talked much. he fell in love anyway.”

Teach Me How to Love by @thefalconthatcriedwolf Godfather/single dad!Bucky x teacher!reader

“Natasha leaves behind her precious daughter, Yelena, and with her dying breath asks Bucky to look after her. You happen to have Yelena in your class this school year.”

To Build a Home by @buckyjamess-archive @buckyjamess Mechanic/single dad!Bucky x single mom!reader

“a mechanic and a nurse walk into a schoolyard..both new in the single parent life, chaos arises when the two come together but they wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A Good Kind of Fire by @dolcezzasfantasy Modern!Bucky x reader

“Character A runs a flower shop downtown. Character B is terribly allergic to flowers.”

If I Could Fly by @ceeellewrites actor!Bucky x actress!reader, social media au

“Bucky Barnes is an actor with a small (just a tiny) celebrity crush on Y/N L/N, one of the industry’s well-known actress. Well, it’s just a celebrity crush, what could go wrong?”

The Rumour by @sidepartskinnyjeans Bucky x reader

“after a, mostly, chance meeting with Sergeant Barnes starts a rumour around the compound that soon gets out of hand.”

See the World the Way You Do by @vanderlustwords Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“You start to see colour when you meet your soulmate. Bucky thinks that soulmates are a one of a kind thing—you get one and that’s it. His world used to be colourful once and then he lost that. He’s resigned to see black and white for the rest of his life…until flashes of colours would appear from the corner of his eye. And it seemed to happen more and more as Bucky spends time with you.”

Crawl Home to Her by @nexusnyx Bucky x reader

“when bucky finaly returns from his mission, he finds you sleeping in his sofa and the apartment much different than when he left. much prettier, with a touch of home. apparently, while he was away you took his advice to “do what you want with the place, doll” seriously - or as a distraction - and now he got to come home to this.bucky’s heart takes a leap and he stands there for a second, frozen in his spot.”

Signed by the Author by @wintersfilm Bucky x reader

“on a mission to improve his conversations with sam, bucky wanders brooklyn and into a bookstore where he finds his new favourite book and the most adorable bookseller he has ever laid eyes on.”

Seasons of Love by @constantwriter85 Army vet!Bucky x reader, modern au

“Bucky gets a service dog, but Winter’s only got eyes for the dog across the park…and her owner.”

One Single Thread of Gold (Tied Me to You) by @pietrotica Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“on your sixteenth birthday, the first words your soulmate will speak to you appear on your wrist. in a world where it’s quite common to get a simple ’hi what can i get you’ or common phrases, you’ve managed to get their name. that doesn’t make it easier to find him.”

Sunday is a Family Day by @lazyangeltreemoney Bodyguard!Bucky x rockstar!reader

“You’re stubborn, annoying and hot as hell which seems to be an awful combo to mix with Bucky Barnes. However one day he realises he got you all wrong and now there’s a little kid in the mix that needs both of your help.”

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kitkatpancakestack · 3 years

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For @yramesoruniverse who requested Buck and Eddie bed-shopping since they're a couple of hot-blooded sex maniacs who will most certainly break shit when they finally get it on. Looking back, I don't know how much in the realm of interior designer!eddie this even is, but I was simply too damn thirsty to care.

XIV

Eddie knew there would be a lot of firsts for him and Buck as a couple. Some of those firsts didn’t bother him as much as he thought they would: admitting his love for his best friend, kissing him in public, holding hands in the firetruck en route to a call. Some firsts were bumpy, but smoothed out quickly: Buck being physically incapable of putting anything back where he found it, synchronizing their calendars, synchronizing their grocery lists.

And then there were firsts that took him by surprise, things he never thought would trip him up, but did: cracking the tiled wall during morning sex in the shower, stubble burn, waking up with bruises on his biceps, and now . . .

“Eddie.”

Now this, apparently.

Buck’s shoes enter his field of vision. Eddie keeps a focused gaze on his hands as he buttons up his shirt. Everything is lopsided when he gets to the top. He skipped a button. Crap.

Before he can start again, a heavy sigh rustles Eddie’s hair as Buck pushes his hands out of the way and corrects Eddie’s mistake with nimble fingers. He adjusts the shirt and ensures the collar is situated appropriately, then ghosts his fingertips across Eddie’s collarbone, dipping over his pecs.

“You okay?” Buck asks, fingers back on the buttons, securing each in their proper position.

Eddie nods, throat drier than the Sahara desert. “Yeah.”

“You don’t have to be ashamed about it, you know.”

It isn’t shame ballooning in his gut. The feeling isn’t anything that can be readily identified as negative, and yet, he can’t wrap a definitive label around it either way. “It’s not that.”

“I see.” Buck smoothes his hands over the buttoned shirt, admiring his work, or more likely just admiring Eddie, before glancing over at the mattress sitting on the floor. “I had to take the broken pieces to the dump.”

“It’s for the best. What if the neighbors started asking questions?”

“Then they’d have to hear about how we shattered the bed frame having super hot, mind-blowing sex, and now that I think about it, the couple across the street would definitely be into that.”

Eddie pushes him away, laughing. “You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, an idiot who rocked your world. Literally.” He angles himself away, stroking his chin in contemplation, before continuing with, “We need to go bed shopping.”

And Eddie, as pathetic as it may sound for a man in his mid-thirties, has never bought a bed for himself. It’s always felt like some kind of luxurious act, a behavior with intimate connotations he never wants to look at too closely. He was always able to let other willing people in his life fuss over his sleeping arrangements. Eddie had literally slept under some of the worst conditions known to man, so it isn’t something he is obscenely picky about.

But now there is Buck, and a broken bed, and the expectation to replace it.

“We’ll go sometime when it can just be the two of us,” Buck continues, punctuating the sentence with a flirtatious wink. “Gotta make sure it’s gonna stand the test of time, y’know?”

Eddie smiles, but something inside of him twists a weird way.

They research first. Or, Buck researches. Eddie hands him the reins. It’s a weird state of limbo, waiting for him to find one he likes. They’re lying on their mattress on the floor one night, the only light emanating from Buck’s phone, when it happens. Eddie has his head on his chest, drawing lazy shapes along Buck’s side with his fingers, staring blankly at the wall

“Hey, Ed.”

"Mm?"

“I think I found one. It looks sturdy, and I like the color.” The phone appears in front of Eddie’s eyes, and he has to agree. The frame is wood, solid, a shade lighter than the previous one. He realizes, distantly, that it won’t match with anything else in the room.

He buries his face back in the shirt over Buck’s chest. “It’s fine,” he murmurs. “Whatever you want.”

The bed is in stock and available, with a fully-assembled model in the store. The first time Buck stops by to go check it out, Eddie is sitting on the mattress with his white binder in front of him.

Buck says, “You ready to go?”

And Eddie tells him, “I want an accent wall.”

They buy a paint can instead, and spend the rest of the day turning one of the walls Juniper Green.

Several days later they’re sitting on the couch, Buck scrolling through his phone, Eddie transfixed on some design show where they furnish houses using only goods from flea markets and second-hand stores. Buck has his head resting on Eddie’s thigh, and Eddie knows what he’s thinking about, knows the inevitable question of Hey, let’s finally go pick up the bed so we can stop sleeping on a mattress on the floor is about to spring out, so he preemptively cuts him off at the pass by blurting, “I redesigned the bedroom.”

Buck drops his phone to his chest and curls an eyebrow up at him. “Ah. I thought I saw you squirreled away with that white binder the other day.”

“I need to pick some stuff up.”

Buck’s eyes wander over his face, and Eddie knows it’s futile trying to hide anything from him, but he hopes whatever his boyfriends finds isn’t as pathetic and useless as Eddie feels.

A few beats pass, and then Buck shrugs and says, “Okay.”

“Okay? You know I’m about to drag you to Target, right?”

“Yes, Eddie, believe it or not, I have been very present in your life these last few years.” And then he turns his head to the side, rucks Eddie’s shirt up, and blows a raspberry against the taut muscles of his stomach. A surprised squawk leaves Eddie’s mouth, and the devilishly fond look Buck pins him with makes something in Eddie fracture, makes something shift back into place.

They purchase a chest of drawers and an Aztec-style area rug, knitted with geometric diamonds of burnt orange and earthy green and mottled gray.

Then, it’s a plant that finds its way to the corner of the room.

A circular mirror, hung by a string on the accent wall, above where the bed should be, highlighting its absence even further.

Sheer, cream-colored curtains.

Two bed-side tables, matching the wood of the bed Buck had picked out, almost three weeks ago at this point.

Matching lamps for the bed-side tables.

Picture frames for the photos Buck printed out of their little family of three.

Finally, four weeks after Buck originally picked out their bed, Eddie walks into their bedroom and realizes there’s nothing left to add.

Buck is stretched out on the mattress, chest bare, blinking sluggishly up at him. “Eddie,” he murmurs.

Eddie looks at him.

“It’s time to buy a bed.”

So that’s where they end up the next Saturday, while Christopher has an afternoon planned with Abuela, staring at the floor model version of the bed that had only existed as a tiny thumbnail in Eddie’s mind for the last month.

“Hi! Can I help you guys with anything?”

The store clerk that bounds up to them looks nice enough. Buck’s shoulder bumps his as the other man turns his attention on the employee. “Yeah,” he replies to her. “This one. We want this one. Please tell me you have it in stock.”

“We do!” Her name tag reads Stella. “If you’re interested in getting it today, you can pay all at once, or we have a few different payment plans available.”

Eddie was never more than half-listening, but then Buck’s arm winds around his back, and his hand slips into the back pocket of Eddie’s jeans, and his world slurs. He wants to step away. He wants to push closer.

Stella’s eyes track the movement and she looks giddy. “You guys are together, huh? First mutual purchase? I gotta tell you, new couples always come in here looking for the bed before anything else.”

Buck laughs. “Oh, we had one. We just need something with a bit more . . fortitude.”

There’s nothing wrong with the words. It isn’t shame ballooning in Eddie's stomach. It feels like pride, like happiness. It tastes syrupy and sweet on his tongue. Buck’s thumb dips out of the pocket and sneaks under the hem of Eddie’s shirt, teases the waistband of his jeans.

He wants to step away.

He wants to push closer.

His body ends up doing something in the middle, nearly slamming into Buck’s shoulder and then using the force to stumble away. Buck’s hand is wrenched from Eddie’s pocket, and the wide-eyed look of blatant confusion he skewers through Eddie is nothing if not well-deserved.

“Sorry,” Eddie mutters. “Sorry, I just . . .” he doesn’t find the ending of that sentence and escapes the situation instead, locating a bed near the back corner of the store to sit on and lick his wounds.

Buck immediately trails after him, of course. Only allows Eddie several racing heartbeats to stew in his mess before saying, “"Why have you been putting off buying this bed?"

“I don’t know.” He rubs his hands down his face, balls them into fists on his thighs.

The way Buck gulps is loud, completely audible in their quiet corner of the store. “Are you embarrassed?”

“No.”

“You can tell me if it’s too much. if I’m being too much.”

“I’m not embarrassed, Buck. I’m . . .” He searches, searches, searches for the right word, settles on, “Overwhelmed.”

Buck’s face contorts at the choice. “Overwhelmed?”

“Kind of.” He nudges the back of his hand against Buck’s thigh, runs his knuckles up the length to his hip. A million tiny butterfly wings flap a whirlwind in his stomach. “It’s just a lot of new things, Buck. And it’s not necessarily bad, just . . .” he closes his eyes, claws open his heart. “Every time we touch . . . every time I feel you under me or inside me or all around me, it’s like another piece of me comes home to myself. I don’t always know what to do with that feeling.”

Buck’s leg inches closer, until their thighs are touching. “So, it’s not shame.”

“No.”

“You’re just . . . overwhelmed by how good I am at sex?”

Eddie laughs, and Buck smiles, his mission accomplished. “Overwhelmed that I’m allowed to have it,” he murmurs. “That I want other people to know we have it.”

Publicity be damned, Buck swings one leg over and straddles Eddie’s hips on the edge of the bed. Eddie digs his fingers into Buck’s thighs, edges closer to the sea of blue peering down at him. Buck knocks their foreheads together. “You channelled yet another mid-life crisis into that white binder.”

“Fuck you. That bedroom looks damn good, does it not?”

“I’m not complaining.” Buck noses along the hinge of Eddie’s jaw, and it’s a very, very dangerous game.

“Buck, we’re supposed to be bed shopping.”

“Mm. Just taking the product for a test drive.”

“This is definitely not what Stella meant when she said that.”

“Whatever. Shut up.” He feels Buck’s tongue on his bottom lip just as a throat clears behind them. He shoves Buck off his lap and sees a red-faced Stella looking anywhere but at them.

“Sorry guys,” she says, and points to a sign taped to the head board: You break it, you buy it. Eddie can read between the lines on that one.

Buck dissolves into a heap of genuine, hearty laughter, and Eddie wants every universe to know that he gets to have this, gets to have him.

“We'd like the one we were looking at earlier,” he tells her, when Buck shows no signs of pulling himself together. “If you have a six-month payment plan, we’ll do that.”

Stella looks relieved to be given a task that takes her literally anywhere else but where she’s standing. “Perfect! I’ll draw it up.”

Once alone again, Eddie pokes his boyfriend in the side. “Tighten it up, Buckley.”

“I can’t . . . I can’t help it . . . Eddie, I want that sign.”

Eddie rolls his eyes but doesn’t comment, tugging Buck back to the front of the store to fill out the paperwork.

Several nights later, when they’re entangled together in the downy softness of their new, cream-colored comforter, the bed emits a precarious creak. Buck unseals his mouth from Eddie’s long enough to point to something Eddie just now notices hangs above the bed.

He stops moving.

“You break it,” Buck heaves in warning, “you buy it, Diaz.”

Eddie wants to keep him forever.

#buddie #a drabble #interior designer!eddie #buck and eddie wreck shit during sex pass it on #listen with these boys im either thirstin or hurtin #if im lucky it's both

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Pairing: La Squadra x GN! Reader

Warnings: language

La Squadra harem

Risotto Nero

Risotto, as a leader of the hitman squad, immediately notices the change of atmosphere among La Squadra once Y/n appears. Albino, to his huge dismay, understands that he’s not the only one who’s developed feelings for Y/n. Albino knows every member’s habits and usual behavior, capo is the first one of all hitmen who figures out that everyone is his rival now (but only when it comes to Y/n, he’s still their leader and he respects every member equally)

Risotto is more of a father figure to Y/n. He warms up to you shortly, pampering you with his attention and genuine care, always being there for you. You’re hungry? The two of you are going to the nearest cafe for you to have a proper meal and Capo won’t take “no” as an answer. You’re stressed and something messes with your pretty head? What a poor thing, come here, Risotto is always ready to listen. Others immediately catch on the change of Capo’s treatment, every day it becomes even more obvious that he has a huge soft spot for Y/n

Least favorite rival: Melone. Risotto hates how smooth purple-haired is around you, how he is open with his flirting, how sincere all of his words sound. Nero wishes he had at least half of sans gêne Melone has. He’s a Capo and he has a reputation to uphold, but behind closed doors Risotto has tried flirting with Y/n and it was so so clumsy and awkward, it’s just… not his style

Prosciutto

The second father figure for Y/n, but if Risotto is more of a sugar daddy, indulging you with expensive gifts and foods, Prosciutto mostly acts like a real father would, scolding you for going outside at winter without your hat on (tho he never wears a hat himself) or for petting stray animals on the streets

Even despite all of his parental sternness, Prosciutto is really caring and attentive towards Y/n, even more that Risotto is. You got scratched accidentally because of your clumsiness? We gotta clean the wound up and patch it, don’t even try to protest; it may be a simple graze but what if some dirt got in it? Your shoulders ache after a long tiring day? Come hither, your dear Prosci will rub all the pain away

Least favorite rival: Risotto. Prosciutto doesn’t hate or despise albino, no. Risotto is a capo, and he got this status for several reasons, so blonde man still respects his boss, but both man have pretty familiar tactics of charming Y/n, and that definitely annoys Prosciutto

Formaggio

Formaggio is one of the most oblivious of all La Squadra men, he doesn’t realize that he’s not the only one having interest in Y/n and even when other guys flirt openly with Y/n in front of him red-haired just thinks that his teammates just try to be friendly towards a newcomer

He’s definitely that type of macho from all the cheesy movies - attractive, excellent smooth talker with constant flirtings. Formaggio is not opposed of using all possible cringy lines what annoy everyone in La Squadra, even Risotto has hard times restraining the urge to roll his eyes at all those shitty teasings. But Maggi is an easygoing guy, it’s so easy being around him and even all his pick up lines don’t repel you from him

Least favorite rival: doesn’t have one. As I said, this man doesn’t notice that other guys try to get Y/n to themselves, the thought of having possible rivals doesn’t even cross his mind

Illuso

It’s not a secret to anyone that Illuso is a little nasty bitch with a huge god complex and all his wooing is no better. “You wanna spend time with me? Shit, you’re such a pain in my ass! Okay, I guess I will indulge you this time, but that’s only because of your cute face” - doesn’t sound so appealing, does it? And that’s exactly the way brunette flirts with Y/n (well, at least he tries to)

Illuso wants to make you crawl to him, to make you crave for his presence and his touch, you make you fall in love hard. Brunette wears his best outfits, uses the best of his perfumes make up stuff just to show you that he’s better than all of his teammates. Surprisingly, even his behavior changes slightly when Y/n is around - he’s not that unbearably churlish towards you, on the good days he may even compliment you - “Your hair… looks good today, I like it”

Least favorite rival: he hates all of La Squadra equally. Illuso is certain that he’s the only one who truly deserves Y/n’s attention, he’s the best partner for you and only he can treat you properly. Doesn’t even try to hide his hostility towards teammates - why would you want spending time with such a trash?

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio is a tsundere, do I even need to explain why? Is obvious to everyone in La Squadra that he’s head over heels for Y/n, but he still aggressively denies everything if someone points that out. He’s also very protective of you, if Formaggio or Melone or Sorbet try to flirt with you in front of Ghiaccio - they’ll get their nose bleeding soon (blue-haired gets scolded for that by Risotto often)

Blue-haired tries his best to hold all his outbursts in front of you. Even when you ask the stupidest questions, Ghiaccio would clench his fists til his knuckles turn white, grit his teeth, try doing breathing exercises - everything just to remain calm and not to get tantrum in front of you. And you guess that means really a lot

Least favorite rival: Sorbet and Gelato. Those guys (gays, lmao im sorry) don’t even try to hide their interest in Y/n, pinning for you, prying your attention only to themselves. They flirt so openly with you, some of their lines and allusions make even Melone feel slightly uncomfortable, so Ghiaccio sees those almost as if two husbands were shamelessly molesting Y/n

Melone

Melone knows that at times he may be a little bit… too much, so he turns it down for as much as he can so his “strange” tendencies won’t scare Y/n off. For the first few months purple-haired is nothing but sweet and caring, looking pretty normal, just like an average man that doesn’t think of breeding and all possible kinks every two minutes of his time

Even though, he acts like a gentleman with Y/n. Carrying heavy bags for you, giving you a hand when you get up, and if you’re studying medicine he’s up to help you if you have problems with understanding something. Melone had been studying for almost four years at medical uni but got kicked out for having sex with his cogrouper right in the uni. So he may be pretty helpful if you don’t get something or if you’re just interested in medicine

Least favorite rival: I can’t say that he cares much about other guys from La Squadra, but if he had to pick out one it’d be Illuso. It’s not about the way brunette tries to charm Y/n, purple-haired from every beginning didn’t like this guy. All of his conceit and arrogant behavior - it all just pisses Melone off

Pesci

Pesci is so so timid with Y/n, every time you walk by him, saying hi or just smiling at him, poor boy’s heart twists into tight knots. How are you so sweet? How are you so perfect?

Despite all your friendliness green-haired is still incredibly bashful, he is simply afraid of approaching Y/n. It doesn’t matter how much he likes you, Pesci just can’t force himself to try and initiate a chat. Sometimes Prosciutto helps him out with that a little (even though he doesn’t realize that he helps), but blonde is still careful with his actions, not letting even his precious Pesci get too close to Y/n

Least favorite rival: Formaggio. This guy is so noisy and vigorous, every time Pesci finally pulls himself together and finds the courage to approach Y/n this guy seems to appear from fucking nowhere, hogging your attention all to himself and leaving green-haired an angry blushing mess

Sorbet and Gelato

At the very beginning it feels more like you are Sorbet’s and Gelato’s child and they’re your parents fretting over you. They often take you with them on some trips, Gelato helps you with your school (if it’s something he knows about), Sorbet picks you up from work/school and drives you home etc

Sorbet is more of a tease, playing around with you, shamelessly flirting with Y/n, littering with not so pure compliments and comments. His touches are a little bit too long, his gazes are slightly too intense, even stupidest one would notice brunette’s longing for Y/n. Gelato is way less intense than his husband, blonde is way easier with his words, charming you with his sweet talking and constant doting. He’s more of a pillow that eases the expression Sorbet gives you

Sorbet’s least favorite rival: Risotto. Brunette hates how calm and well-composed Capo is, what if Y/n thinks that albino is cooler than he is? But Sorbet immediately makes a new plan in his head: if Risotto is more of a dad to Y/n, always doting on you and being so kind, Sorbet’s going to become your daddy, making you fall for him and Gelato, make you hungry for their attention

Gelato’s least favorite rival: blonde is pretty acknowledged that everyone in La Squadra tryies to get Y/n to themselves, he sees everyone (except Sorbet ofc) as his rival. Man dislikes everyone, seeing them as his opponents, but he doesn’t have a least favorite one. Yes, other members are hella pain in the ass, but blonde is pretty sure that Y/n will end up in his and Gelato’s arms anyways, so there’s no need to jangle his nerves

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