#DS Blink

[isame-allen]

bow wow

Credits @/incorrect-dreamswap-quotes

#right now I’m scraping any quotes with Dream and cross just to make a starcropped ver because I’m that desperate #dreamswap #ds dream #ds nightmare #ds error #ds cross #ds ink #ds blue #ds blink #dankswap #incorrect quotes #isaacballz #allen’s crack doodles

[widowshill]

OH. !!!!

#WHITE MAN BLINKING GIF. DID I JUST SEE WHAT I THOUGHT I SAW ? THIS IS REAL RIGHT? YOU GUYS ARE SEEING THIS ? #ds liveblogging. #1049. #we haven't had a good carolyn homoerotic moment for a while ! god fucking bless !

[matamisin]

Against my own will, I haven't seen the afternoon in a week

#I CANT KICK THIS JET LAG AUGSHSKDBX #it was so easy adjusting when i was at the philippines like two days max i was already good #HERE THO??? I AM A SLEEPY GIRL #once the clock strikes 2 PM i blink and suddenly im all swaddled up in bed and its fucking 10 PM AAJSJDHDJ #i wont lie i only like it bc that means i get to see sunrises 🤭🤭🤭 #BUT I CANST STAY LIKE THIS #EVERYONE ELSE HAS ADJUSTED LIKE NORMAL AND IM OVER HERE BEING A NIGHT OWL LOL #im gonna try to draw tonight ehehehe might as well #the only thing about being the only one up at night is im trying to vibe downstairs by myself right?? #and its a vibe dont get me wrong #however i am what the young people call extremely paranoid #so i carry an emotional support knife around as i watch my silly modern families and scroll and tikkytok #if i at least had my 3 big akitas with me id feel a little bit less ummmm like i need to be on guard #but they go up to bed with my parents every night 😞😞🥲 #i tried drawing last night and i doodled a genya but that was all i could muster :( #so maybe DS isnt the best thing for my art block right now 🤔🤔 #but idk if im feeling SDV 😩 #once i fall for 2 ✌️ sibling-like characters that would die for each other and are like a gold mine for angst i am GONE from everything else #its funny cause ive liked DS for about 3 years but when i first got into it i just COULD NOT get into making fanart #and even tho i loved the charas i was like nahhh none of them are hiting the right chord for me to full on hyperfixate and build my own aus #but i got back into it a bit ago cause i was like alright if the world insists i read the manga thru for the 4th time WHO AM I TO SAY NO LOL #AND SUDDENLY THE SHINAZUGAWAS CAPTURED MY HEART AND THEYVE BEEN ON MY MIND EVER SINCE #HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO BLIND TILL MY 4TH REREAD #🤔🤔 hmm maybe its cause we finally got to see genya in action with the 3rd season #they did him so right bros i LOVE HIM HE IS MY SON #anyways thats all for now #gonna go get comfy and make my nest on the couch to try to draw again >:)

[krutomu]

#Light was blinking in a few of them sorry lol #Lawlight on the DS

[longlivetheliquids]

Hiiiiiii! I’m Siege, an omnisexual demisexual genderfluid mess (any pronouns; this changes kinda frequently).

ABOUT ME

I like music (I’m a guitarist), specifically punk rock/pop-punk, nu metal, hip-hop, and like 70s and 80s pop, and also folk music by Beck? My favorite bands are Weezer, Korn, and blink-182. I also like System of a Down & Rage Against The Machine.

I’m a huge theater kid, I like some musicals, namely Be More Chill, and I write bad plays sometimes lol

I like video games!!! Like, a lot!!! I really like Mario and most other Nintendo characters/franchises. I love my Nintendo Switch Lite, and I also love retro consoles and games. My favorite console of all time is the DS, and my favorite retro home console is the Nintendo 64. I’m also a fan of the PS4, I really like Spider-Man.

Speaking of Spider-Man, I like some superheroes! Spider-Man and Batman are like my favorite superheroes. Also, my two favorite movies of all time are Spider-Man: No Way Home & Scott Pilgrim VS. The World. I like graphic novels too. They’re so cool, I have Scott Pilgrim graphic novels, and FNAF graphic novels. I love them.

BOUNDARIES

Just don’t be gross, and don’t be a dick.

WHAT TO EXPECT

So, I’ll mostly prolly post stuff about video games, rock and metal bands I like, Spider-Man and Scott Pilgrim, and also about being trans and gay? So yea, if you don’t like that, no need to be here lol

#retrogaming #pop punk #guitar #music #nintendo #lgbtqia #transgender #scott pilgrim #weezer #spiderman #korn band #pansexual #trans girl #nintendo 64 #nintendo ds #pacman #be more chill #beck hansen #blink 182

[housefreak]

jfc i feel like im watching an over edited youtube video which. ik is the point but dear god i hate over edited youtube videos so much i hate themmmmm

#he will not stop making direct eye contact with the camera he doesnt look away for a moment #not one moment #he doesnt blink #HE DOES NOT BLINK #ds

[lovexdeepspace]

l&ds boys + their nicknames for you

summary; what sweet name rafayel, xavier, and zayne reserve specifically for you !!

warnings; none. complete and utter fluff under the cut

!! divider by @cafekitsune !!

༊*·˚ . RAFAYEL - "my love"

the first time rafayel tests out the nickname, it takes a moment or two for it to register in your brain that he's talking to you. there's no cocky undertone, no snarky remark to pair it with — just genuine, unfiltered adoration.

"my love" because that's how deeply he feels for you after you chose to stick by his side and not only deal with his shenanigans but also partake in them from time to time. "my love" because he can think of no higher honor than to be his love (he had to find some way to make it about him, after all). "my love" because saying the words with you in mind feels so right to him, like anything else would be doing you a disservice.

"i need a break before i chuck this painting into the ocean. care to join me on a walk, my love?"

༊*·˚. XAVIER - "princess"

funny enough, xavier found this nickname to suit you during a back-and-forth the two of you were having. you were being quite stubborn about how to approach an upcoming mission and wouldn't let xavier's input sway your decision.

"alright, princess, have it your way," he said dismissively, picking up his mug and taking a sip from it. when met with stunned silence, he peered over the rim of the mug with raised brows. your cheeks were a rosy red and you gaped at him, the rest of your argument dying on your tongue. xavier smirked and set his mug back down, resting his elbows on his knees.

"don't you — "

"oh, you did this to yourself," he interrupted, "princess."

༊*·˚. ZAYNE - "sunshine"

something so sweet, so gentle, it only makes sense for it to come from zayne. you first catch it murmured on a lazy sunday morning, his lips inches from your ear as he rests his chin on your shoulder so he can be as close as possible while staying out of the way as you make breakfast.

"good morning, sunshine," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. "did you sleep well?"

you blinked and tried to blame it on him being sleepy, waiting for the ever stoic dr. zayne to clear his throat and ask again sans nickname. you could no longer deny what you had heard when he tilted his head ever so slightly to catch your eye, confused.

"what? do you not like being called sunshine?" he inquired. "i think it suits you."

#rafayel #xavier #love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #lads zayne #lads xavier #lads rafayel #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader #xavier x reader

[sunderingstars]

So how do you think Zayne, Xavier and Rafayel would react when their s/o has a boy best friend, purely platonic but makes other people have second thoughts about their relationship.

Hehehe have a good day, write this if your okay with this 🪐

boy best friend (l&ds x reader) ♡

what the stars reveal: 1.2k, no gender signifiers used for reader, established relationship, ✨jealousy✨ but with a healthy dose of respect partner juice, surprisingly well-adjusted xav, half-headcanon half-prose, slight allusions to lore if you squint

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ જ⁀➴ hello !! thank you for giving me an excuse to write jealous rafayel >:3 the love & deepspace brainrot is so real for me right now, hope you enjoy !

— zayne is really good at hiding it, but his tiny mannerisms bleed through enough to make it clear he’s worried. it’s not that he has an issue with you having guy best friends, it’s just that everyone else seems to assume you two are together despite zayne standing right there. 

Zayne just stares. Blinks. Stares. Blinks again. You have to nudge him as a reminder that he is, in fact, in public, and that introductions are usually reciprocated by both parties. As soon as you make contact, it’s like a switch flips.

He breezes through his name, occupation, and a firm handshake (not too loose, not too tight), making it look so effortless that you almost forget he’d frozen like a statue as soon as he laid eyes on your best friend. Almost.

He does his best to hide it, but it’s clear something’s wrong. The slight clip to his voice, the furrow of his brow, the hesitance in his eyes when he looks at you — they may be imperceptible to the untrained eye, but all the telltale signs are there. It’s only a matter of time before you get an answer out of him.

“I’m an adult. I don’t worry about those kinds of things,” he says when you voice your suspicion a few days later.

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s true,” he continues when you shoot him a disbelieving look, shuffling the papers on his desk in an attempt to seem nonchalant, “I have absolutely no problem with him.”

You don’t say anything else, simply fix him with a deeper look and cross your arms. He doesn’t crack. It takes a whole five minutes of him pretending to go back to work before he sighs and makes a show of signing something.

“I may,” he says, setting the pen down gently, “Be slightly… somewhat…”

“Jealous?” you finish.

“No,” he says. “Annoyed.” Then, quickly, “Not at you. Or him. Just everyone else.”

You don’t quite understand. “Everyone else…?”

Now it’s Zayne’s turn to fix you with a look. “You can’t tell me you didn’t notice.”

Notice what? you want to ask, but refrain since you don’t want Zayne thinking you’re more oblivious than you already are. You rack your brain for something, anything that you can remember from that day, until…

“Oh,” you say. You do remember getting quite a few stares even before you and your friend coincidentally ran into Zayne. At first, you thought it was because you were still in uniform, but you realize now that it may have been for a completely different reason.

Zayne doesn’t respond, just taps his fingers against the wood of his desk, a nervous tic.

“Those were people who got the wrong idea,” you continue. Then, when his mouth dips into a frown, you move to stand beside him. “I don’t mind hunting them down and telling them just how wrong they were.”

At this, his frown begins to lift. “You don’t need to do that.”

“I would, though.”

He looks at you clearly for the first time in a few days, a hint of amusement sparkling in his eyes. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” you say. You maneuver yourself between him and the desk, falling into a half-straddle. “I’d go to their house, knock on the door, and tell them exactly how Dr. Zayne and I make out every Friday eveni—”

You feel his hand brush against your mouth, closing it.

“Alright, alright,” he interrupts with a small smile, “I get it. I’m secure enough in our relationship not to worry.” He pauses for a moment, then says, “Just don’t miss any checkups.”

“I’ll be right on time, as always,” you say, pressing a kiss to his temple. “And if anyone asks, i’ll tell them exactly who my boyfriend is.”

“Thank you.”

— xavier isn’t sure why you think he’d be annoyed, since your best friend seems nice enough. if anything, you’re the one that seems nervous, broaching the topic with him only to realize he hasn’t minded from the start.

Xavier looks a bit confused. His eyes shuffle between your face, his phone, and the twisting hands in your lap, a small, awkward smile beginning to spread on his face.

“Am I supposed to be… worried?” he asks.

“Are you?” you respond.

This prompts a light chuckle from your boyfriend. He shifts on the couch, turning until his arm rests on the back and his body is angled towards you. “Not really. What about you?”

You shrug. “Maybe a little.”

This seems to surprise Xavier, and you can’t blame him. You’re a bit surprised, too, given that most people’s roles would be flipped in this context.

Still, you can’t help it. Even though you’ve known your best friend for years — much longer than you’ve known Xavier — you don’t want your boyfriend to feel like he’s being overshadowed in his relationship with you. However, it currently seems like those worries are unfounded.

“Well, the way I see it…” Xavier leans in, brushing his lips against your temple, “… it’s wonderful you have so many people to share your life with.”

“You really think so?” you ask, just to make sure.

“Of course. Although…” He leans back, then, mid-afternoon light filtering through the window and washing his features soft gold. His eyes sharpen like sun rays piercing through a cloud. “… if he ever gives you trouble, let me know.”

— rafayel is very loud and clear about his jealousy, and you can count on him to become clingy after you hang out with your best friend. ultimately, you know he doesn’t mind nearly as much as he says he does, so you’re happy to indulge his want for attention if it means you can comfort him when he’s insecure.

Rafayel, as he is wont to do, makes his feelings known immediately and with such startling clarity that at first you think he’s joking.

“You’re serious?” you finally ask, the corners of your mouth tipping upwards into a smile while his stay fixed, pouting.

“Of course I am,” he says. He glares at the empty air beside you head as if it wronged him in a past life. “I mean, it’s fine and all, I guess, but we haven’t seen each other in four days. You haven’t even taken me plushie hunting. And yet…”

“And yet…?”

He crosses his arms and mumbles. 

“Use your words, Raf.”

He sighs. “You were with him all day. People were staring.”

“And so you’re jealous,” you deadpan, “because my best friend helped me with a case.”

“Yes!” he says, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “I could’ve helped too! If you keep going around without me like that, you’ll… you’ll…” Something changes in his eyes, and he clicks his tongue, looking away. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter.”

You know your boyfriend well enough by this point to grasp what he’s hinting at. Putting your own frustration aside, you lean in, the soft fabric of Rafayel’s shirt brushing against your fingertips. You plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I’m not going to forget you,” you say. Then, you find his arm, uncrossing it so you can take his pinky in yours. “Promise.”

Slowly, slightly, the tension in his shoulders begins to release. 

“Can we go plushie hunting?” he mumbles. Then, “Just the two of us?”

You smile. “Of course.”

🩵 bonus hc 🩵: i mentioned it in zayne’s part, but i like to think he drums his fingers against any available surface when he’s nervous or worried. between that, pushing up his glasses, and fiddling with his pen, you can read his mood based off of how much he messes with the objects in his vicinity.

(also also rafayel is so petty when he’s jealous, i know this one is basically canon but i just love it sm ♡)

© 2024, written by sunderingstars. do not copy, repost, translate, modify, or claim my work as your own.

#⌞ ✎ sunder.writes ⌝ #love & deepspace x reader #love and deepspace x reader #love & deepspace x you #l&ds x reader #l&ds #love & deepspace zayne #zayne x reader #rafayel x reader #xavier x reader #l&ds zayne #l&ds rafayel #l&ds xavier

[astaroth1357]

Oh God, What Have We Done??: Father!Solomon Headcanons

You know what? I'm a Solomon love-hater but I'll go to bat for him too. You could pick worse.

Contents: Unhinged Ms. Frizzle-style parenting, the horrors of human biology, possible pregnancy implications, fluff

~♡♡♡~

So. I can see this happening intentionally. Solomon craves a happy family, so I absolutely see the thought of rasing a kid with MC coming up once or twice.

That said, I think zero planning actually went into making it happen. This is a spur-of-the-moment decision made by two lovesick dolts. Not a damn thought was spared for the consequences, and it shows.

For starters, MC and Solomon both agreed to raise a child together while they were in the human world and told NOBODY ELSE. So from the outside looking in, they just left the Devildom for “training purposes” and returned with a random infant!

No call ahead. No fanfare. They both stepped out of the portal with a flying stroller and bottomless diaper bag, grinning from ear to ear like it all was just souvenirs from Disney World!

Naturally, all hell broke loose. The brothers were collectively hyperventilating, Simeon almost fainted, and Diavolo noticed that Barbatos wasn't moving or blinking, so the Little Ds had to carry him away like a malfunctioning android...

Does Solomon having a kid make him a grandfather…? He is not ready to ponder that thought. No one is.

Despite Mammon and Belphegor’s insistence they had to “Put it back!” after MC made it clear that raising a baby was what they wanted and that Solomon was there to stay, the brothers made peace with it… to varying degrees.

Asmo was the only one thrilled that his favorite humans now have an even cuter mini-human to take around because he'd get to try his hand at baby fashion design! The least happy was probably Belphegor because a baby means that MC is going to be way too busy to nap now. Plus, he had to deal with a lot more Solomon in his life, which very few people ever ask for...

The crew's reaction to the baby's development is actually pretty funny to see. Humans age much, much faster than their supernatural counterparts so, from their perspective, the new baby is growing at lightning speed!

Mammon was with them when they were teaching the baby to crawl and he started freaking out because, “How’re they movin' already!?” The first day their child came running, physically running, into the HoL without any help actually made Levi scream in fright.

The House had a complete meltdown when Beel was watching the child one day and they lost a tooth while eating some hard candy. They all thought that MC and Solomon were going to burn the place down, so imagine their surprise when the overjoyed parents kept congratulating their kid for losing a baby tooth...

And don't get any of them started on the growth spurts...

The one to take to the kid the most as they grew was, funnily enough, Lucifer. Most likely because their various milestones reminded him of when his brothers were doing the same things.

The child is more than happy to tell “Uncle Luci” anything, which he acts like he only tolerates, but in reality he loves being their favorite brother.

Barbatos is EXTREMELY protective of them. Nearly as protective as he is with Diavolo.

Their kid, of course, has no clue. He's just nice Uncle Barbie (he refused to be called Grandpa) who makes them sweets and watches over them in the Castle. But anyone who get too close while they're playing gets a stare down worse than all of Cerberus’ heads combined...

Mammon swore in front of them once and Barbatos strung him up so tightly that even Lucifer thought it was overkill.

Luke seems to enjoy having a baby sibling of sorts to look after, but he is going to be so upset when they get taller than him in the blink of an eye. He’s going to be their guardian angel for sure, btw.

As a father, Solomon is… spirited. Anyone can see that he’s ecstatic to be a parent, it’s just…

Well, years of isolation on top of being a once-in-a-lifetime prodigy may not have made him the most “in touch” with children these days, you know? MC has absolutely come home to find Solomon has propped up their 6-month-old with a stack of books to start teach them how to play chess.

Daddy-Baby adventure always end in spectacular fashion. Solomon is a very “hands-on science teacher” kind of guy with unwavering confidence in his abilities to keep his child safe. This, to be fair, isn’t unwarranted, however...

Does that mean you should make a plans to take your child to forbidden places for some sightseeing? Or let your child touch, paw at, and gnaw on any magic item that suits their fancy in the name of a making a new teaching experience...? Probably not, but it’s also how he learned so…

It must be assumed that whatever kid these two have, biological or not, will be a magic powerhouse of destructive proportions. All that training from Solomon himself since infancy? They'll have a wand in their hand before they can even work a fork!

I like to imagine that Solomon's kid would have a very, very hard time controlling their magic and it would get uncontrollable at times. Like, a sneeze could knock over a bookshelf or getting angry makes things go flying. But Solomon would never ever scold them for it like it’s they're fault.

He'd never make them feel the same isolation and shame that he did at their age.

It would be very, very sweet. But it also means that MC could come home to a flooded house and, instead of cleaning out the water, Solomon would teaching their child how to snorkel in the living room.

Pure chaos, but MC could never find a prouder father. Solomon would devote his entire being to giving their child all of the love and happiness they deserve. Their kid almost never sees him without a grin on his face, just ready to just wrap them a bear hug for no reason.

On quiet nights, he'd cradle them or rock them to sleep while holding back tears. MC has found him over their crib like he’s still trying to convince himself that they're real, that he's gotten this lucky.

He's not a conventional father. Hell, he's not a conventional human either. But he’s grateful for day he gets to be a parent... Every. Single. One.

#tales from the drafts #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me solomon #obey me nightbringer #omnb #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #solomon x mc #solomon x reader #tw pregnancy #tw: pregnancy

[moonstruckme]

i am also sick and now dreaming of comfort from Steve :( hereby requesting a sick fic with Steve and gn!reader pls and thank you (when/if you feel like it!!)

Thanks for requesting babe <3

Steve Harrington x gn!reader ♡ 915 words

When Steve knocks for the third time, you relent. 

You cover your mouth and nose with your blanket as you open the door and block the entrance with your arm. “Don’t come in here,” you warn. 

Steve pushes past your arm easily. He’s carrying a small plastic bag. “How am I gonna make your soup from out there, genius?” 

“Steve, I’m serious,” you say, though you close the door behind him before tailing him into the kitchen. “You don’t want to catch this.” 

He sets his bag on the counter and turns on you. You’re not prepared for his hands on your face, cool and unbelievably soothing. He frowns. “I can tell," he says. "Has it been this bad all week?” 

You’re so tempted to fall asleep in the safe haven of his palms that it takes you a second to answer.

“Pretty much,” you admit. 

Steve hums and thumbs a line down your cheek. “I should have come sooner.” 

“You shouldn’t be here now,” you say, but the fight is going out of you with every second of tenderness. You’ve been pathetically lonesome this last week, filling your home with tissues and discarded dishes while telling Steve over the phone that you weren’t that sick and then indulging in copious amounts of self-pity while walking to the store to restock on drugs and cough drops. 

“You should’a had someone to take care of you,” Steve argues gently. 

“I’m fine.” 

His smile is wry. He lets his hand slip down to your shoulder, giving it a good squeeze before turning around. “Maybe I’ll start to believe you when you can say that without all your consonants sounding like bs and ds,” he says, rustling through his bag. “Deal?” 

You sigh but follow him to the stove, leaning forward to rest your elbows on the counter. “What are you making?” 

“Harrington family recipe.” Steve holds up a box of noodle soup mix. “Water and sodium.” 

You start to laugh but it turns into coughing, horrific, racking coughs that you hide in your blanket. Steve’s hand lands on your back, tentative and then firm as he rubs between your shoulder blades. 

“Jesus,” he says softly. “You okay?” 

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak as the fit dies down. 

“Why don’t you go lie down?” He sounds concerned. “I’ll meet you in there.” 

You want to stay but your cough drops are in the bedroom, so you shoot your boyfriend a lame thumbs-up as you go. Every cough ignites a brood of aches, your throat and chest and temples each throbbing with their own special brand of hurt. The one in your temples sticks around the most. You grab a washcloth after popping a cough drop in your mouth, dampening it with warm water and laying it across your eyes while you lay down on the bed. 

You’re still trying to suppress your cough despite the lozenge when Steve comes in. When you move the washcloth to see him, he looks upset. 

“Your head hurts?” he asks, so concerned you really could cry. 

“It’s just my sinuses,” you say, like that makes it better. “Is that my soup?” 

“Yeah, but it’s too hot to eat.” He leans forward, setting the steaming bowl on your nightstand. “You wanna face massage for now?” 

You blink. “Are you serious?” 

Steve grins, suavish and yet sweet beneath that. “Yeah, honey. Close your eyes.” 

You do. Steve’s hands on your face aren’t a surprise this time, but the effect is about the same. You relax, instinctively, before he’s even done anything, and when he starts pushing at the skin just above your eyebrows with his thumbs, you actually sigh. 

He laughs. “Good?” 

“Yeah.” Your voice is breathy and embarrassing, but at the moment you couldn’t care less. “Where did you learn how to do this?” 

“Hey, I know things, okay?” Steve feigns offense, but he’s no good at hiding the pride in his tone. “I’ve been sick before, too.” 

“Thank you. I owe you my life for this.” 

His voice softens. “Don't sweat it. Just relax for a bit, yeah?” 

It’s not a hard direction to follow. Steve’s thumbs are firm but kind as they press into your forehead and the areas around your eyes. You imagine your skin moldable as wax, his touch smoothing out the crackly lines of your sinuses until they’re soft and supple.

“Can I say something stupid?” 

You crack an eyelid, sniffling. “Sure.” 

“I’m feeling, like, weirdly protective of you right now.” Your surprised laughter launches you into another hacking fit, and Steve’s own smile is guilty as lets go of your face, rubbing your shoulder. “Seriously! I couldn’t give a shit if I’m going to get sick. You look all sad and vulnerable, I feel like a bear or something is going to come in here and you’re too weak to protect yourself, so now it’s my job.” 

“You w—” You press a hand to your chest, tiny tears squeezing out of the corners of your eyes. “—wouldn’t have protected me from a bear before?” 

Steve grins. “And your voice sounds hot like this, too.” 

Your coughing worsens again. You shoot him a look to say Stop making me laugh, but you don’t really want him to. 

“This is what does it for you?” you croak. 

He shrugs. “I’m just saying, there are silver linings.” 

You don’t argue as Steve unwraps another cough drop and passes it to you, placing it in your mouth as he resumes his work on your headache. You suppose there are. 

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x self insert #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington hurt/comfort #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington scenario #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington oneshot #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fandom #stranger things x reader

[isame-allen]

doin pushups with the geng

#dreamswap #ds blue #ds ink #ds blink #kila #isaacballz #NO ONE say anything about the fingers

[sanb3rry]

skipping class with suna rintarou ! <suna rintarou x gn! reader>

in which you help suna with cooking mama.

gn! reader (pretty is used on reader once), not spell-checked.

you wanted to get away from class for awhile. you weren't being a bad student if they weren't teaching anything new in class, right? and it isn't like you're failing.

there's an abandoned art room that no one went into, probably cause barely anyone knows about it but that's just a plus for you. you had gotten up to the top floor, quietly opening the door. you sighed as you closed the door, softly praising yourself for not getting caught. you turned around to see a person looming over you and putting an arm on your mouth to prevent you from talking.

you looked up with wide eyes, only to be met with the half-lidded tired eyes of the 6'1 volleyball player. suna rintarou sighed as he took his hand off of your mouth. he mumbled an apology and sat back down against the wall and opened his old nintendo 3ds.

'?????' was all that was in your mind. "wha- why did you- huh??" you managed get out through all your confusion. "i thought i heard a teacher." he stated looking up at you.

you and suna sit next to eachother during language studies, you two are acquainted is what you would say if someone asked you about him. you would let him borrow pens and he would doodle 'stupid drawings' on sticky notes, paste it on you and giggle.

maybe you had a tiny crush on him, plenty of people do. it wasn't like he'd like you back or anything.

"aren't you gonna sit down?" he asked motioning you to sit next to him.

"what are you doing here?" you questioned, "i'm skipping, why else would i be here." he said with furrowed eyebrows as he struggled to complete a dish on cooking mama.

you blinked at him. "are you seriously losing in cooking mama?" you asked unimpressed and sat next to him.

"if it's so easy then why don't you try?" he handed you the 3ds.

you glanced at him and took it from his hand. "watch me complete this shit like it's nothing." you smirked.

"go ahead. if you complete it, i'll take you out to get ice cream."

you raised your eyebrows, "what do you get from that?" you asked.

"a date with you."

....

'slick motherfucker.'

to say you were flustered was an understatement. you turned your head to the ds in your hand so suna couldn't see what he had done to you.

he chuckled, and god, it was so pleasant to hear. he used his hand to make you look back at him. "what do you say, pretty? you in?" he was the one smirking at you this time.

"just- just watch me complete this, that should give you an answer." you said before restarting the dish.

he hummed as he watched you complete it with ease.

"how did you do that so quickly?" he said in disbelief, taking the 3ds from your hands and looking at it as if to check if what he's seeing is real or not.

"told you, i'm so good." you stretched, flexing your victory. "guess m'gonna take you out then." he looked at you and smiled softly.

"ah, right. i'll definitely be there." you smiled back before looking at your shoes as you stretched your legs.

"still can't believe you suck at cooking mama." you mumbled.

"what? i don't suck, it was hard. you passed it cause you did some weird sorcery." he rambled on, trying to defend himself.

"uh huh, totally." you laughed as he glared at you. "how'd you know about this place anyway?" you asked him.

"huh? oh, i saw you go up here last week." he answered nonchalantly.

"wait- hold on, are you stalking me? you stalker." you squint your eyes at him. "i'm not a stalker, you were being so obvious and loud." he deadpanned.

"hah? no i wasn't!" you playfully hit him. "totally was. i was there, i would know." he jokingly rolled his eyes and put his head on your shoulder which made you giggle.

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[i23kazu]

XOXO, SING ME TO SLEEP

characters. neuvillette x gn!reader genre. domestic romantic fluff. an. MORE melusine daddy content. head empty thoughts only neuvillltetnjrelkrklentlkgnmvl f,ds | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

as mother and twitch streamer ecelare.tv once said. parents should find a show to binge while settling a child down

and finding a show to binge is exactly what neuvillette did.

(its gossip girl. he's so invested in season 1. do not spoil the rest of the seasons in the comments because ying is still watching season 1)

neuvillette now brings his tablet in with him to the melusine's room each time its his turn to settle them down...

its so contradictory its hilarious. serena and blair are fighting while little puca, iara and mela are about to doze off.

sometimes, neuvillette gets too invested in the plot..

"oh. the girls are fighting." he whispers, hoping the children can't hear him

little iara sleepily blinks at him

"the girls are fighting, papa?" she asks quietly, rubbing her eyes.

"go back to sleep, ma poupette." he apologises and runs his hand through her hair, the sound of her breathing the only sound now in the room. gossip girl has been silenced. serena and blair are now reduced to lipsyncing upper east siders

"papa? i can't sleep." the tired, frustrated voice mela breaks the silence of the room – as well as neuvillette's concentration on the little tablet screen in front of him.

"well, what can i do to make it better, angel?" he peers down at her, bending down to her eye level from her bed.

"sing, papa?" mela begs, resting her head on her pillow once again.

"you want me to sing? darling, i can't promise you that i'll sound very good," he chuckles. nevertheless, an attempt is heard throughout the room – a soft, sweet, fontainian lullaby.

"Bonne nuit cher trésor, Ferme tes yeux et dors, Laisse ta tête s’envoler, Au creux de ton oreiller, Un beau rêve passera, Et tu l’attraperas, Un beau rêve passera, Et tu le retiendras."

"Good night, dear treasure. Close your eyes and sleep, let your head fly away in the hollow of your pillow. A beautiful dream will pass, and you will catch it. A beautiful dream will pass, and you will remember it."

little mela falls asleep as the last notes fade out, his gentle humming setting the rhythm of his fingers that found their place, running through mela's hair.

"good night, papa."

"good night, ma fée."

i know nothing of french all of this was google. thank u to the people who commented in the other post who gave tips on french!!

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[ushiwaakas]

can I request some headcanons about Kenma with a reader who's introverted but weird with him?? like saying the hilarious thing infront of him but the next someone comes reader go quiet? Thank you if you do!

kenma with a s/o who’s only quirky with him!!

warnings- none

notes- i hope i got this correct, but reader who’s quiet around everyone, and basically out of pocket with kenma! i hope you like it!!!

- tbh i feel like when you two first met, he wouldn’t have an opinion

- you were quiet, minding your own business, and he respected you

- it wasn’t until he saw you on your DS, and he was very interested.

-you both got closer, because of your love of video games, and ended up dating

- you were getting out of your shell, and he liked you more and more

- one day, at your house, late at night, you said something…really out of pocket

- you said it so normally, kenma just looked at you, blinking

- yeah he fell in love bru

- he smiled, asking you to repeat what you said, to really understand, butterflies in his stomach

- every minute, his smile would get bigger and bigger, and couldn’t stop thinking about what you said for the rest of the night

- and you were very, very embarrassed

- it wasn’t until he started to do things on purpose, like change his clothes a different way, so you’d comment on him, or just say some out of pocket things himself

- when you realized he was doing it too, you completely came out of your shell, and the two of you would spend nights smiling and laughing about the things you two would say or do

- he loved when you’d laugh, and say whatever came to your mind- he wanted to indulge himself in it

- bro literally folded by you being weird 🙃🙃

- anywayyyssss, kuroo came over one night

- you were dead silent

- you were the same person when kenma first saw you- minding your own business, with a hint of awkwardness

- kuroo really thought he was going to 3rd wheel, but nopeee…

- you were basically 3rd wheeling kenma and kuroo lmao

- after kuroo left that day, you couldn’t stop talking

- while maybe you were still a bit introverted, he was just so happy you could be yourself around him

- he loved everything about you, down to the stupid things you say, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world

as soon as kuroo left, you couldn’t stop talking, talking about your day, people at school, and saying some pretty funny things about kuroo his hair. kenma just looked at you, a soft smile on his face.

“i agree, he does look like a rooster with that hair.” he spoke with a small laugh as he admired you. god, how he loved your voice, the way you’d say stuff without thinking. you were quiet after that, and he tilted his head.

“…was that a little harsh?” you mumbled, looking away for a moment, pausing your game.

“not at all.”

as you looked back, you already saw him smiling. the butterflies in your stomach fluttered, along with his.

as you two smiled at each other, kenma went to get his DS, excited to play with you.

he loved you, a lot.

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[roll-of-royces]

L&DS Drabble (With AFAB Reader)

Content: Something terrible happens, it only makes sense that you would end up here at Zayne's door.

Rating: T for trauma

Spoilers: Chapter 4

Word Count: 1309

Your training tells you in some deeper part of your brain that you are in a state of shock. There's blood dripping down your fingers, and burns in your clothes. Caleb's necklace is in your hand, clenched tight around the gone warm metal. 

People are giving you a wide berth, the ones that try to assist you, you only shrug off. You're not entirely sure where you're going, bloody and ruined until you see the door. Zayne. 

This is where Zayne lives. You reach for the handle, it is a bio-imprinted lock instead of a key. It's likely keyed into his handprint. The door handle flashes green and slides open. Strange, it must have been left unlocked. That's not like him.

You step into the main living space, freezing at the entryway as you try to recall how to take off your shoes. Does it matter? Does anything matter? You're about to get blood all over the clean floorboards anyway. 

Stumbling forward your toes catch on the raised entrance and you crash forward. You're brain is so slow. Too slow. You hit the ground hard, a rush of breath leaves you and you lay there the world spinning. Are you spinning?  

You're not dying, you know that. There's not enough blood, and yet you feel like you're dying. Because the necklace is still in your grip and you can still see the fire, smell the ash, see the lone bloody remains of your grandmother's hand. 

For a while, you drift in place, stuck in the loop of the explosion. You are there, on the front steps of your family home and then you are in Zayne's house. It loops like that for a long time and still, you don't sleep. 

The door behind you opens, there's a pause and you hear Zayne exhale a breath that sounds terribly like your name. And then he's crouching over you, rolling you carefully onto your back. You meet his wide eyes and watch the terror in them fade to calm when he sees you blink. 

"Where does it hurt?" He asks, but you don't need to tell him; he's already going through his paces, figuring out what is blood and what is burn damage. 

He lets out another sharp breath before leaning back. Zayne moves to your side and then you're up, high up in the air. In his arms, in the sky. You're floating. You nuzzle your face into his labcoat, he still smells of the hospital. 

There's the harsh scent of anti-septic and whatever other chemicals mix in the surgery room. It's nice, it's a better smell than the smoking remnants of your clothes and family. You're pressed down on something cold and with a shift of your head, woozy though it is, realize it's his dining room table. 

"Am I dying, Doctor Zayne?" You ask, trying to sound light, trying to tease him like you love to do. 

Instead of the dismissive playful huff of breath you're used to his body quivers. "No, but I need to examine you. Don't move." 

You look up at the chandelier, his house is nice. You've never been inside before, but that doesn't surprise you. He's one of the best doctors in Linkon, he has to be well-paid for his contributions. There's a shuffle, the tap of glass onto his stone counter, and then Zayne is leaning over you again. 

He's got his thousand meter doctor stare back, all cold and focused. You want to reach out and poke his nose. Instead, you whisper, "Caleb and grandma are dead." 

Zayne flinches. "Did you receive these injuries when that happened?" 

"They were in the house." You say as tears flood your vision. They burn your eyes before running down into your hair. "I was in the yard, I was going in. I was about to ... " A sob chokes out of you. "They're gone." 

He's treating your hand, not the one with the necklace but the other. But you can see the way he grinds his teeth. It's not like he didn't know them, you all grew up together. Unlike you, Zayne doesn't fall apart, he keeps working. "How close were you to the explosion? Where were you in the yard?" 

"I don't remember." You try to think, but you've been in the yard so many times. You've traveled up those steps a hundred times, every single day after school, walking with Caleb. Coming and going to see friends. The blast threw you back.

"Zayne." You don't even know why you're trying to get his attention, "It hurts." 

He leans over you, one hand propped up by your head. "Where?" 

"Everywhere. How can I do this without them?" 

He leans in closer, looking at your eyes. He's searching for something. "You don't have a concussion. I know you are grieving ... but I need you to focus on what is in your control. I have to make sure - I need you to be alright. Tell me if this causes any discomfort?" 

From there Zayne goes about examining every inch of you. He presses on your ribs, chest, knees. Zayne bends every finger and toe, all of it clinical and methodical. By the time he starts his double-checking, you're barely aware he's touching you. 

☆☆☆☆☆

You wake up in a room you don't recognize. There are plush blankets bundled around you, it's dark, the moon is high. You can make out its glowing facade through the wide bay window. It takes a moment for you to recognize the shape of a figure outlined by the moon. 

Zayne is awake, staring out the window. You can make out the whites of his eyes as he looks out at the dark. You're in his bed, in his bedroom. Now that you're somewhat aware of your surroundings, you're aware of how much you ache. 

There's a glass of water by the bed; you reach for it and as you pick it up, it slips from your weak grasp and hits the floor with a thunk splashing water everywhere. He startles, before he's on his feet.

"I'm sorry." You frown at the puddle. 

"It's alright." He steps into a bathroom and returns with a towel, tossing it down carelessly at the water. "I'll get more. Try not to move too much." 

When he returns he holds the glass for you, helping you drink. Forcing you to not choke or drink too quickly. He sets the empty glass down on the end table. "You need more rest." 

He stands, intending to leave; all you can do is reach out and grab his wrist. Your hand shakes with the attempt to hold onto him as tightly as you can. "Don't go." 

Zayne nods, giving in, and loops back around until he is sliding into bed with you. This isn't exactly what you expected, but the comfort, his closeness is welcome. He sits on top of the blankets, back propped against the headboard. 

His hair looks so dark in the low light, his jaw stern, nose sharp. Beautiful. He has always been beautiful. Should you tell him? 

"Can I ... " You look up at him, shuffling closer. "Can I spend my holidays with you?" 

The idea of being alone on the days that used to be filled with your family makes something ache inside you deeper than the wounds that coat your skin. There's a hopelessness to it. 

His hand cards through your hair, normally you'd be shocked. You'd jump and stumble over your words and blush, but today you only sink deeper into his bed. "As many as you would like." 

You close your eyes as he keeps running his fingers through your hair, when you're almost asleep he asks, "Why did you come here of all places?" 

You don't bother to open your eyes when you reply, "I didn't know where else to go." 

#l&ds #love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x mc #don't worry doctor Zayne will make it all better

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

I think the League of Villains should get to go to an arcade and play those Pac-Man versions for 8 players. I think they should play Super Smash Bros until their eyes tear up because they are not blinking. I think they should be allowed to talk on pictochat on the DS and send stupid notes and share silly jokes.

Honestly they are way too love deprived maybe a little attention and a little fun and a little healthy bonding time would help. Just saying.

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