#i have never been more ??? ??? surprised in my life okok

[sxcret-garden]

Currently thinking about high/drunk sex with yunho or mingi because when I get faded I feel everything x1000000 and that dizzy feeling just adds to it (im totally not delusional just manifesting TEHEHESKFNCKSNDKKC) - 🪐

okok i'll do drunk sex because i have never been high in my life so i won't be able to write about that accurately!!

that said.... we have seen them drunk, and yunho is very good at keeping his composure when drinking so he'll definitely make sure to watch out for safety and your comfort and just take care of you!! but i also think the way he kisses you gets a little sloppy, all over your body, not just when kissing on the lips... and he won't just be drunk on the alcohol, he'll get drunk on you too... like... will hum against your skin when you reach up into his hair as he's trailing kisses down your body... i also feel like he'll take his time to savour the moment even more in that kind of situation!! like just imagine him going down on you so slow that you're painfully horny already by the time he's barely even reached your stomach??? the type to put your pleasure over his, and once he's done eating you out he'll make you ride him instead of him being on top, just so he can make sure there's no way whatsoever that he goes too fast or too hard in this state like :(( he wants to make you feel good but he also wants to make sure you feel safe at all times!!!! 😭😭😭

as for mingi i think he'd be very different... is definitely all over you when you're both drunk, but you have to tease him and get him in the mood first.... but once you've got him there, boi you're in for a surprise. sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, hands roaming your body as if you were running out of time, clothes being pulled off (maybe even torn off????) because suddenly he NEEDS you and there's nothing that can get in his way to get you... the type to pick you up and fuck you against the wall right then and there, lips attached to your neck all the way through until the pleasure just gets too much; or he'll just push you onto the bed, the dinner table, the kitchen counter, wherever you're closest to really, and take you there... and it'll be intense, like this guy might just actually growl into your ear as he's fucking you hard and full of need, fingernails dug into your flesh, and your whines of pleasure will for sure send him over the edge... (however, if he's drunk i'm pretty sure he'll be asleep within minutes after that, probably positioning himself so he can fall asleep in your lap or on your chest sooo... :') very conflicting images i'm getting here lol)

#ateez smut #ateez x reader #yunho smut #mingi smut #ateez hard hours #yunho x reader #mingi x reader #ateez x fem reader #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #hard hours #smut #🪐 anon

[worriedvision]

okok I just got this idea in my head.

alhaitham and you were already in an established relationship and he gave you lots of affection and praise. this led to you falling in love with him more.

one day, he leaves you alone in your bedroom in the evening. you soon woke up, wondering what had happened - you ask kaveh (you 3 live together) where alhaitham had gone, but all he knew was that he was gonna go to a restaurant/cafe.

you think, “oh! he’s probably getting us some take away. maybe I should go follow him and say hello!” with a smile on your face, you get out of your pajamas and head outside.

once you arrived at the cafe, you saw alhaitham and another person. wanting to come and surprise him, you hid behind a wall. but as soon as you were about to come out, you saw him kiss the person.

you couldnt believe what was happening. it was like your life really was flashing before your eyes. alhaitham was your life.

you can continue the rest of the story <3

Oh my god the angst with this one! You came to the right person lol, gender neutral reader. Tagged as cheating as well.

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When Kaveh told you about where Alhaitham was, you got the idea to surprise him by joining him while he ordered dinner. You liked being around him, his warmth was so comforting.

You find him, not yet seen by him, and he enters the café. You decide to hide for a bit, to plan the nicest moment to walk in, but unfortunately for you that doesn't happen.

He walks up to a well dressed individual, and he pulls them in and kisses them on the lips before pulling away, sitting with them while they start to eat.

You back up slowly, processing the entire thing, before running back home. Thankfully the distance was small, but it still felt like you had been running for hours as you run in. Kaveh had been making up a meal for himself, dropping the pan on the floor out of surprise when the door slams. Checking the contents in the pan were still in there, he nips out to see what happened.

You must have seen Alhaitham do somethjng really stupid, he had never seen you like this before. He was thinking maybe Alhaitham had told you off for leaving the house instead of waiting for him to return.

"He kissed someone else." You croak out, finally letting the tears fall. "He kissed them and sat down with them to eat."

"Oh, that absolute buffoon." Kaveh tuts, inviting you to sit and wait while Kaveh became the most supportive friend he could be.

--

"Oh, good evening, Alhaitham. I didn't know you were dating this person, given you have someone waiting back home for you." Kaveh grits his teeth, Alhaitham looking up out of shock.

"Oh, I'm just a side piece. A little something to enjoy on the side." The person explains, fully knowing Alhaitham was a taken man.

"Oh, well I have some spectacular news for you! You've just been promoted to the main dish." Kaveh cheers, people looking over to figure out what happened.

"You wouldn't want to break this to _, would you?" Alhaitham states, cutting into his meal. "Don't break 'bro code'."

"Unfortunately, Alhaitham, they came along to surprise you." Kaveh shrugs, Alhaitham looking away in shame. "They told me what they saw, and I had to see for myself to make sure there wasn't a misunderstanding. Really, Alhaitham, you ruined a rare relationship. They loved you." Kaveh shakes his head, walking out.

"Kaveh, please let me explain-"

"Explain what? Explain that you couldn't keep it in your pants?" Kaveh asks, storming out as Alhaitham turns to finish his meal.

--

You had packed your bags while Kaveh was away. This was clearly the end of your relationship, and it really hurt. You lived in his house, you had slept with him, he was many of your firsts. Now, you couldn't bear to be there. He was your whole life, and now he had ended things in the worst way you could think, you had to think of where to move to.

Kaveh finally got home, shaking his head, and turning to see you preparing to leave, looking for any last minute accommodation you could go into.

"I have a friend who works as the forest watcher. He's been thinking of getting someone to act as his representative, someone who can do the things you can." Kaveh thinks out loud. "How about I lead the way? I'm sure he'll take you, and he could sort something out with accommodation."

#angst #gender neutral reader #genshin impact imagines #alhaitham #alhaitham x gender neutral reader #alhaitham x reader #kaveh #cheating

[nalpurex]

i got souyo brainworms again and i gotta share some thoughts i have

this ones a long one so ill put a 'keep reading' thing here just in case yall dont wanna scroll past a wall of text

basically some headcanons about a healthy mix of chad narukami and normal yu, injecting loads of gap moe into this guy

(and it eventually devolves into some weird semi-story because my brains really spiralling here)

okok so, hear me out, chad narukami isnt that bad as an idea...? maybe as a more calm iteration, just another layer to yu

in the p4 manga, we get to see some of yu's backstory. (its been a while since ive read it so i might get some details wrong but) his parents are very busy people, always working and moving around, so yu's always moving around with them

because of this, hes a very independent but also lonely kid. poor guy doesnt talk much with his own mom and dad, and he never really have a good enough chance to form lasting friendships

so when he moves to inaba and starts making friends there, hes like 'oh i really want to keep these guys around...' so he starts putting up a bit of a persona (hah), some cool, unfazed guy that everyone can rely on thinking thats what people might like more. to his credit, it works pretty well, but its a bit stifling for yu himself. hes never had this many friends though, so he'll keep it up

we all know yosuke admires him quite a fair bit as is, just as a dependable friend and a strong leader. he looks up to yu in these aspects, thinking hes basically the perfect guy. (and lets never unpack that thought.) talented, charming, 'gets all the ladies', that kind of stuff

at some point its just the two of them, maybe walking home from school or something, yu gets pretty comfortable and his facade slips a little. maybe he says something completely silly, or heavens forbid theres a stray cat along the road! ("awww look at the little guy, cmeree, pspsps- oh- ahem- uh, its pretty cute...") it surprises yosuke quite a bit. he's thinking about it a lot as they part ways, it was... definitely a new side to his partner, but its also not a bad thing...

after that, yosuke starts noticing more small things about yu. whenever he invites anyone to share his lunch, its always something they like. whenever the IT are talking, he makes sure no one feels left out. he likes cats, a lot more than hes willing to show, and he loves nanako a whole lot too. his partner's... a bit of a softie under that calm and collected vibe, isnt he?

(alternatively, it'd be really funny if the entire IT knew? like "yeah, hes got a straight face all the time and sparkles fly around him whenever he strikes a pose, but hes got a dedicated schedule for hanging out with us and hes always asking when we're free. hes a big puppy, really.")

anyways, yosuke tries to encourage him to show more of this other side of him. stuff like "c'mon, we'll think you're cool either way!" and yu at first is a little hesitant, so yosuke suggests he just try it out with him

he feels some pride about it, because hes the first to learn about this side of yu! his partner trusts him the most, hes the most comfortable around him! (whats this strange other feeling? hm. dont like that.)

yu takes a little more time with the others, but theyre very welcoming about it nonetheless. specifically, they find it very charming! (making cute shapes in your bento? sewing cute stuffed toys with kanji? playing with literally every single stray cat you lay your eyes on? hell yeag.)

of course the facade doesnt completely shatter, because some parts of it are still true to yu. its just that he'll now crack the dumbest joke youve heard in your life with the same old straight face

(aaand now to derail for the sappy stuff huhuhu)

because yosuke's usually the first to be exposed to whatever new shenanigans yu's up to, eventually he starts getting some... weirder things. he brings some of it up to the other IT members and he looks insane, like:

"what? he hasnt been giving you guys origami?"

"why would he? i mean itd be cool, but thats just his part-time job isnt it? hes probably sick of paper cranes!"

"cranes... haha, yeah..." (as he thinks about the row of stupid paper animals sitting on his windowsill)

yu over time starts getting real sweet with yosuke, and he kind of gets the feeling he should just... keep this to himself...? especially when he doesnt see him acting this way with anyone else, and a small part of him wants to keep it to himself. all of this, just for him.

but that would be kind of gay, wouldnt it? hes not gay, is he...? he gets pretty happy whenever yu smiles at him, whenever he does something for him, but its just because he appreciates him as his partner... right?

eventually it all comes to a head when yu invites him to that... that spot high up in inaba. (ykno the one, its got the railing and shit.)

yosuke's climbing the hill, wondering whats yu gonna tell him, and at the top he sees him already waiting there as the sun's about to set on a nice breezy day

he kinda jokes a bit about it, like "damn did you ask me to come here now for the atmosphere?" but yu's strangely quiet

so they kinda just stand in a bit of an awkward silence before yu clears his throat... and confesses to yosuke.

...

they just. stare at each other for a bit. yosuke's at a loss, heat slowly rising in his cheeks, because what the hell?

and then yu explodes into a flustered mess, bumbling about "hey yeah man you dont have to accept if you dont wanna, i was just saying things yknow? you dont really have to-"

yosuke cuts him off, sighing a little. he tells him its okay, hes kinda had a feeling he felt the same way but he wasnt ready yet... and now his partner's confessing to his face, he cant really put it off anymore, can he?

("by the way, did you plan this? like, the timing and everything?"

"i... had a hard enough time saying 'i like you' with a straight face as it was, i kind of had to..."

"... ah.")

#ive never done this kind of headcanon dumping before so it feels kind of embarrassing??? #like my attitude going into this was “hell yeah! im gonna expand on yu so much because he has a lot of potential and i adore him!” #and i came out of it thinking like how i always do #sappy fluff and making dolls kiss 🙄 #i cant even guarantee ill remember my own damn headcanons bc ive always been one to prefer lighthearted silly stuff #hence me avoiding writing dialogue when i can... especially that confession bit #eugh... #anyways i just hope yall enjoy my thoughts haha #persona 4 #souyo #yu narukami #yosuke hanamura #farts and sharts

[yumethefrostypanda]

Hi yume! I have three questions I would like to ask you...

What do you think about these two photos? do you think Simon is really like that under the mask? (in my opinion it might look more like the first photo, but I don't know. Many say it's the second because it looks more like Samuel, but honestly, the haircut of the first is very similar to the scene where he takes off the mask.)

In your opinion, how would Simon behave in a social context? (for example going out alone, taking a bus or any other public transport.) do you think he would still keep the mask on, or would he cover himself with something else?

How would Simon behave with children (you know, in the comic he had a nephew who was very important to him.) What do you think he would do if maybe a small child, in the park with his/her mother, approached him curiously and touched him? or are there kids throwing the ball in his direction by accident? would he kicks the ball back to them?

Thanks in advance, you are the best!🫶🏻❤️

I love your answers and everything you post! (I'll never stop saying this, sorry...🥲)

Hey Sofia :D Thank you for your ask and sweet words 🥺 It's truly nice to hear you like my answers :D Appreciate your support 🫶 First things first ;p the art on the right is from Wombywoo, if i'm not mistaken. Alright, let's do this *cracks knuckles and neck, cause i always spend wayy too much time on answering my asks >.<*

1. You know.. headcanon-ing Simon's face is kinda fun cause his face is hidden :D Everyone can put their own thoughts in the mix. I thiink when MWIII is out, imma do a part 2 on Simon's face. Anyway, I remember that first photo (left) was on reddit, extracted from MWII files somewhere last year. It was already said that the hair was from Graves(?) and put on his head. I also think it's either a placeholder or not finished since they've only used his 3D head for mask placement and the scene where he takes of the mask and we (only) see his fluffy short hair. It really wouldn't be a surprise if Simon's (face) features are alot of that from his VA, Samuel Roukin. I've seen every frame multiple times by now *edit life* and to me, it really looks like Simon has Roukin's eye shape and nose(for the most part). I loove the fact the devs stayed true to Simon's brown eyes *-* So what else did they stay true to? Or is it completely Roukin's face? We might never know :P But personally for me it's still 50/50. Half Roukin's face/ half comic Simon's face. Ok ok, maybe now more like 70/30. idc, just show me. No, don't! Yes!

2. Ooff, good question. I wonder if he uses public transport since he also can drive. (i'd rather take the car thn the bus ngl :P). At the end of the campaign with 141 and Laswell sitting in a bar, Simon still has his eye paint and mask on. Though be it another mask thn that he was wearing during the Chicago mission. So that makes me believe he conceals his face in his free time (outside), i'm not exactly sure how tho cause wearing a skull mask like that in public might alarm ppl? idk. I kinda lean more to the idea he isn't that among people much (being outside). If he already prefers to work alone than in a team (141 is a no brainer for him tho, imo) i don't really see him being out and about and social in his off time Q_Q And with all this online ordering, he gucci. But okok, i do see him do groceries and stuff. You know, basic stuff. He will have alot of hooded clothes, caps and what not. Corona must've been a 'delight' for him. (ok ill stop. sorry) I think he barely makes eyecontact, or just shortly cause he's friendly. He a good lad. Srsly don't waste your time on this next hc; You know.. what if he just lives in a very small village somewhere quiet in England where everyone knows eachother and he don't have to worry about all that outside shii cause everyone in that small village knows how he is. Easy peasy, live and let live. Often people in small villages are old cause many young move to the city. So them golden oldies in his town are just happy they have a soldier in their midst and respect his privacy. Buut.. thn again, the bigger the city.. the easier it is to blend. Oh well. Whatever XD 3. I THINK HE'S REALLY GOOD WITH KIDS! But doesn't show, is scared to show, etc etc all that. I even think if a kid is being bullied in his presence he would intervine. I'm sure of it. But i think he would avoid being around kids. If one's come up to him i think he will be friendly but not interested in a conversation or play ball. I'll let myself out

#IF YOU READ ALLL OF THAT LEMME GIVE YOU A SMOOCH #and sorry for wasting your time #ask yume #ghost #headcanon #simon ghost riley #call of duty

[caritobbg]

Coffee Disaster — P2

Bucky Barnes x Barista!Reader

Summary: She confessed in the middle of the storm. Will she be able to forgive him?

A/N: And finally the second part is here! I'm more than happy for all the love you gave to the first one ❤️ it's been so many years since I had fun writing!!!! I hope you're ready for the next one 🤭 I've got lots of ideas in my head 👀

Tags: @ro-is-struggling @luciasimmer96 @themorningsunshine @aquanova99 @mads-weasley @alexsoenomel (if you wanna be tagged, feel free to ask!! ❤️)

TW: panic attack - sad reader - Steve cursing (😂)

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

++ Y/N I already received the coffee bags, I'm downstairs.

>< perfect Stevie! I'm coming!

After making it clear to Bucky and Tony to behave accordingly, Y/N left in search of Steve. She wasn't going to leave him with those bags alone, even if he had more strength than she did because of the serum coursing through his system, she wanted to help load the goods.

Steve: ah! there you are -smiling- she's our barista -talking to the delivery boy who was unloading the bags.

Y/N: hi -shaking hands- very good.... What we've got here - checking the papers and signing the delivery sheet - might be missing.... -counting the order- no, nothing is missing - satisfied-...

Delivery man: yes, that's all - putting the delivery note away - I can go now.

Y/N: yes, that's all - taking one of the trolleys - thank you very much!

After they both checked that each bag was in perfect condition, they made their way to the entrance where they met Sam arriving from his morning jog.

Sam: -squealing- new coffee?

Y/N: good morning Sam -smiling- yes, it's a new coffee I want you to try -loading one of the three bags onto the trolley

Steve: sure you don't want me to help you with that? -Y/N gave him a murderous look - okok - raising his hands in surrender - I just want to help.

Y/N: Just carry those two bags -laughing-.

Sam: Bucky was over there this morning? -following them- he told me he was going to get some breakfast first, but then he never showed up.

Steve: weird of him -"surprised"- he never skips...

Y/N: Yes, he was having a coffee and he told me he wanted to talk to me about something -turning to look at him- do you know what it was?

Sam: No, not at all -bullshit- he didn't tell me anything at all.

Y/N: Steve? -looking at him- do you know what Bucky wanted to talk to me about?

Steve: neither -yeah, right- not as far as I know, no.

Y/N: ok.... -arriving at the freight elevator- I just thought it was weird to see him so... Dubitative -shaking her head- it's not like him.

She remained silent in thought. That man had been on her mind from the first moment he said, and I quote, "I like your espressos as much as your name", which, feeling embarrassed, he began to stammer, but to her it was one of the nicest compliments she had ever received in her 27 years of life.

Steve: Speaking of Bucky, have you told him yet?

Sam: Tell him what? - knowing the direction of this conversation - wait a minute....

Y/N: what I....? - understanding the question - oh no... Steven....

Sam: do you like Barnes? -surprised- SERIOUSLY YOU... -his next words came out as a mumble- mmhmdndkcbsm

Y/N: -covering his mouth- do you want to shout it louder so the whole tower can hear you -between her teeth- yes, I like James -letting it out- does it show that much?

Steve: A bit -elbowing him in the ribs- sorry to be honest - rubbing his ribs

Sam: And why didn't you tell him? -exasperated; he was tired of listening to the dreaded winter soldier complain and go on and on about her.

Y/N: Sam -closing his eyes- the chances of Bucky liking a girl like me are slim to none -opening the lift grate-

Steve: Y/N, you have to tell him once and for all -arranging the bags- you don't lose anything by doing that.

Sam: Cap's right, take a chance, what's the worst that can happen - shrugging his shoulders - you don't know until you try it

Y/N: - tired of everyone telling her the same thing - look, I don't want to ruin my friendship with Buck, ok? If he doesn't feel the same way I do I'm not going to force the relationship - exasperated - I'd like to be more than his friend, but it's impossible for him to love me back

Sam: ok missy, you don't need to be like that - raising his hands in surrender next to Steve - I'll let you two go on your way, I'm going to take a shower and then get a coffee

Y/N: I'll get it ready for you -saying goodbye

The little trip up was in total silence, not uncomfortable but.... You could tell there was tension about the topic discussed earlier.

- What if they are right? Does Bucky like me? But I don't want to ruin our friendship! Fuck! But if I don't tell him it would be worse... Okay, stop it Y/N! You're going to tell him once you're alone. Trust yourself and everything will be fine -

Steve: What are you thinking? -looking at her sideways; he couldn't read her mind like Wanda, but he knew it was related to his best friend - you're too quiet and that scares me.

The lift doors opened, revealing the desolate corridor of the emergency exit.

Y/N: I'm going to tell him -surprising the blondie next to her- I'm not going to waste any more time, I can't take it anymore and I need to confess it to him.

Steve: FINALLY! -relieved that one of these lovebirds is taking the initiative- I'm sure it's going to be fine -walking with her towards the cafeteria

Y/N: I hope so...

- Well, I've made up my mind. Now there's a problem: how do I tell him... "Bucky, I've liked you ever since I set foot in the tower and I can't get you out of my head"... No, not that. Let's see... And if I try with THE song that...? Nope Y/N cut the crap, if you're panicking about being heard singing, you're not going to sing to him! .... -

Steve: What the...

Y/N: Steve, what's wrong? What the... -tables smashed - m... My... -chairs smashed to smithereens- My cafeteria... -her imagination was trying to make her think it was a nightmare-no... Nononono... WHAT HAVE THEY DONE!??? THEY DESTROYED MY CARIMALLI! -seeing how her espresso machine, less than a year old, had been left in ruins- DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I SAVED TO GET IT!!!?????

Y/N's mind was racing a million miles a second as he watched everything she had accomplished vanish in just 30 minutes. 30 minutes in which she left Ironman and the Winter Soldier himself alone, confident that nothing was going to happen.

Tony: Y/N/N/N...

Her mouth began to move, she had started to speak, to scream, but couldn't hear a single word that was coming out of her. She felt her body shaking, chest getting tighter and tighter, she recognised the signs of the panic attacks she used to have as a child and cursed herself for having one right now.

Bucky: are you okay? -were the first words that pierced her ears.

Y/N: No... -wanting to pull herself together but to no avail- I don't want to be spoken to or sought out by...either...either of you...I need to leave. Steve... I don't... I don't feel well.

She got out of there as best he could, leaving Steve to deal with the two destroyers. She was surprised to see that she had made it to her room in less time than she thought and let herself fall to the floor as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Study and work at something worthwhile and give you a lot of income" - "What are you saying? Why are you so hell-bent on fulfilling that stupid dream?" - "You're going to starve to death with your coffee shop". Many people throughout her life said those three little phrases: bosses from previous jobs, some members of her family, friends.... She thought, thought and kept thinking about all these things. Always said that one day she would fulfil her dream and be one of the best baristas in NYC.

Y/N: help... - heard footsteps of someone running and coming through the door - S... St...

Steve: Y/N -taking her by the shoulders- Y/N. what's wrong with you? Talk to me! -she was trying to say even an "ah", but her throat started to close up even more and more to the point where her eyes started to close from lack of oxygen- shit.... - thinking fast - Y/N - putting one of her hands on his chest - doll, I need you to take a deep breath with me, okay? Can you do that? - taking big gulps of air for her to follow him; she nodded - okay, perfect... - they both stayed on the floor for a few minutes but....

Y/N: Steve - trying to stand up - Steve... I can't... - fading away

Steve: F.R.I.D.A.Y, tell Banner that Y/N is having a panic attack - taking her in his arms - tell him it's urgent!

Grateful for the serum coursing through his circulatory system, he arrived just in time. Bruce was already on the scene and all set up.

Steve: Bruce! - trotting over - please, you've got to help her!

Bruce: Rogers, take it easy - trying to calm him down - lay her down - checking her vitals - I'll put her on oxygen and we'll see how this goes. Let's let her rest and get oxygen to her whole body.

The supersoldier paced back and forth worriedly waiting for his friend to wake up. Bucky was the only one who could calm her down in these situations and make everything alright, but this time he was one of the ones who provoked him.

Nat: Steve -making the blond turn around- what's going on? Why is Y/N unconscious?

Steve: Bucky and Tony, it happens

Bruce: What? What did that duo do now?

Steve: They destroyed the cafeteria -hardenening his jaw-

Nat: Come again? - incredulous - Rogers, you're kidding, right?

Bruce: How? - speechless

Y/N: I left them alone for 30 minutes - making everyone turn around; she was finally awake- Steve helped me take up an order and.... - trying to sit down; Bruce stops her -

Bruce: lean back for a moment and take a deep breath

Y/N: - doing what the Incredible Hulk was telling - when we came back - teary eyed - it was all smashed to bits....

Nat: Ok - that was all the confirmation she needed - I'll be back in a moment.

Steve: Nat...

Nat what? - innocently - I'll go and have a chat with them for a moment.

Y/N: Nat, don't worry. I'll make them suffer myself - still weak

Bruce: Y/N... I'm scared when you say things like that

Steve: Me too...

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As the days went by, things didn't change. Bucky and Tony were still cleaning the room, Y/N wasn't talking to them, she even put up a sign warning everyone who was responsible for the lockdown.

Y/N was sitting on a stool in the avengers' kitchen. She was staring at a painting with lots and lots of pictures of coffee shops, espresso machines, furnishings, everything she had always dreamed of. She made that collage with.... You know who.... Her "best friend". She was still on her mind until Nat approached her and gave her a half smile that faded as she saw her impossible crush step out of the lift.

Bruce, who had expected what was about to happen, called the red-haired woman over to leave them alone and, in passing, listen in on the conversation.

Bruce: Natasha, I don't think this is the right thing to do - tucked in a corner -

Nat: Stop whining - looking through the corner of the door frame and, after a few minutes - oh shit... - turning to see Bruce - this isn't going well.... You're right, let's go.

Y/N: I liked you...

Stiff. They froze where they stood. Everyone knew that there was some tension between these lovebirds, but they never imagined that in a situation like this one would confess

Bruce: But... What? - whispering - now you have to let him know?

Nat: Hide! - between teeth - someone will come out and see us!

Indeed, Y/N came out of that very door and, miraculously, without seeing them. Nat looked out and saw James Buchanan Barnes standing there, still processing Y/N's words as they were.

Bruce: Nat - tapping her shoulder - look.... He's more than determined to fix all this - watching as he lifted the damaged painting out of the rubbish -

Nat: These two are destined to be together no matter what.

Bruce: - getting out of there - come on, we have to help him - as Natasha followed him - I want to kill him, but he needs everyone's help if he's going to get her back.

Nat: - surprised - who are you and what did you do with shy Banner?

Bruce: - laughing at the surprised Natasha Romanoff - tell me you don't want to do the same.

Nat: Good point. Shall we tell Steve and Wanda? - as they skipped up the steps as fast as they could to get to Tony's office - they're probably going to want to be a part of it.

Bruce: Yeah - catching his breath - let's get on with it.

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Thank you for reading!!! It means a lot to me ❤️

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[birdiesbirdies]

Can I know more about sherry

YES ABSOLUTELY… I always wanna talk abt my girl… (readmore because i have Many Thoughts to share)

okok so. Sherry is, for those not in the know, a transfem James Sunderland. She's been trapped in Silent Hill for a few years now (?? Probably? It's. Hard to tell when the place you live only has "foggy" and "dark" as signs of time passing) and has started to make her peace with it.

there's a lot of differences, but a lot of the base details of the post-Sherry story were inspired by @partyinthemysterymachine's Get Out of My Town (which is a GREAT fic that you should absolutely check out)

The core concept of Lakes AU (my little nickname for the Sherry 'verse) is that the In Water ending didn't actually kill her--it Took Something from her, but it didn't kill her. Thanks to that, she's got a deeper connection to Silent Hill--she can kind of "feel" what it "feels", and if she goes along with what it "wants" then living in town is less of a constant nightmare.

She's still working through her (many, many) issues, but between getting Existential Horror therapy via literally beating your demons up with a wooden plank and being completely cut off from the outside world and getting a chance to realize that a bunch of the societal bullshit you've internalized over the years really doesn't matter, a lot of her ability to... care? has eroded away. She wakes up, listens to the town, looks around for interesting things, dies horribly every couple of weeks, forgets that she died horribly, crawls right back out of Toluca Lake and does it all again.

Oh speaking of, she's got some big time memory issues--they started right about when she first came back. What she can and can't remember isn't always consistent--she's almost always missing a lot of little things about the outside world, but sometimes it'll get really bad and she won't even remember who or where she is for a few days. Mostly it gets worse right after a death. It used to freak her out big time, but at this point she's mostly just accepted it as something that happens. It's probably fine.

She likes her life now, horrors and all. She feels like she fits there, in a way that she never really did anywhere Before. Sometimes she'll look at herself in the mirror and be surprised because the person looking back at her feels like... herself. Sometimes she gets to hang out with Maria (who is NOT content with her life in the town and would very much love to escape it) or help some poor schmuck that the town decided to call over, and that's enough for her to be content.

Even if she could leave, she wouldn't want to. Sure is a good thing no one's trying to find her, right? Haha. Ha. Ha. That would be really inconvenient for her. (Unrelated Frank Sunderland is suuuch a fun character I wonder whats up with him.)

#THANK you for asking i'm always delighted to talk about anything #lakes tag #sherry #my friend sherry #you know how in a lot of SH games you have a character that acts as a sort of 'guide' to help you through town/take you important places? #i think sherry's slowly trying to become one of those #like maria was! And also that mailman from SH:Downpour #btw maria and sherry are besties but in like a. You're the only person who consistently exists here for a period greater than a few days so #we have to hang out with each other #type of way. EXTREMELY hostile and def at least a little toxic but they do care about each other. #important: the hostility is 90% one sided Maria keeps trying to get under Sherry's skin and it doesn't work bc Sherry simply ignores it

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#* ooc. #250+ people in a span of ?? 3 - 4 weeks ?? #i have never been more ??? ??? surprised in my life okok #thank u all ily #really thanks bc i barely post roleplay stuff nowadays :c #if u ever need a fren my ims are open #* mobile.

[circus4apsycho8]

OKOK HEAR ME OUT?? A VALENTINES DAY COLE X READER WHERE COLE IS HAVING TROUBLE ASKING THE READER OUT AND ONE OF THE NINJA HELPS HIM WITH IT?? JUST LOTS OF FLUFF IDK

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚌! 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 :)

valentine's day. | cole x reader

This is backwards as all hell and Cole knows it. 

Of all the villains he has faced. Out of all the peril he’s endured. How is it that no villain or life-threatening situation could beckon this type of anxiety from Cole’s chest…and yet, you can? 

A hefty sigh emanates from Cole’s chest as he sifts his fingers through his hair. That very question had been haunting him throughout the night as tossed and turned, a deeply-rooted anxiety prohibiting sleep. 

That nervousness seemed planted firmly within his tummy with no intention of leaving anytime soon. His hands fidget with the hem of his hoodie as he bites his lip, trying to gather what’s left of his nerve. 

Come on. I have nothing to be scared of. Why am I so nervous? 

Deep down, he knows why. The years of neglect had embedded a fear of rejection within him that he had yet to shake. Never before had he cared for Valentine’s Day. It just…existed, holding neither a good nor bad portion of his opinion. Still, he thinks the holiday is a bit overrated. Yet, he can’t think of a better time to get this dilemma off of his chest. Even with such a good opportunity at his fingertips, he still can’t muster the courage to step outside to initiate the remnants of his fractured plan. 

Cole releases a heavy sigh, flopping back onto his bed. With every passing second, another part of him becomes convinced he had just been reading the signs wrong. Maybe you were just trying to be friendly and he’d been interpreting it all wrong. He wouldn’t be surprised. 

Either way, he still can’t deny how he feels for you. His team was the reason he’s sitting here now, about to collapse in a heap of nervous jelly. 

He sits up and glances at the sink, deciding that a splash of cold water would do him good. He stands, making his way towards it and swiping it on. With his head so close to the stream of water, it masks the sound of the door opening. 

Upon lightly dampening his face with chilly water, he glances up to see an exasperated Kai before him, arms folded as he stares at Cole with a scrutiny-laced gaze – an expression the Ninja of Earth was far too familiar with. 

“Are you really still freaking out?” Kai wonders, leaning against the door. 

“Yeah,” Cole mumbles as he pats his face dry with the towel, leaving the fabric pressed against his face for a moment. “I don’t think I can do it, Kai.” 

“Come on, man, you’re just psyching yourself out! Just go and ask! It’s not like the world’s ending.” 

“It’s not that easy for me, though,” Cole murmurs as he lifts his face out of the towel, staring at Kai. “I…I get so nervous. It’s like my throat tightens up and I just can’t speak…” 

Kai studies him for a moment more before sighing and stepping up to Cole, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey. I get that it’s nerve-wracking as hell, and that the fear of potentially getting rejected is a very real and crushing thing, but would you rather go on without taking this chance? Because there's still the chance of acceptance, you know. Not every outcome has a negative result.” 

“Well…true, but…I don’t know.” The black ninja falls silent as he walks back over to his bed, sitting on the edge. He drops his forehead into his hands. “Every time I think about doing this, I just get this image in my head. I see and hear my dad telling me that I’m not good enough. That I won’t be able to pull it off.” 

“You know she doesn’t think that way about you.” 

Cole remains silent, keeping his head low as he thinks. Kai sighs again, coming over to rest a supportive hand on Cole’s shoulder. 

“She doesn’t, I promise you. I know it’s tough, but it’ll be good for you both to clear this up, okay?” 

The distressed ninja nods, looking up and sucking in a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. I can do this.” 

“There you go. Take a second to pull yourself together then go ask. Good luck.” 

… 

The nearby sound of your voice elicits that signature anxiety from his belly as Cole steps into the living room, watching as you chat with Lloyd. The blond sees him first, a wide grinning appearing on the young ninja’s face. You turn after seeing Lloyd’s shift in attention. 

“Hi, Cole!” you chirp, Lloyd following with a similar greeting. He nods in response, throat tightening as he inhales deeply. 

“Hey,” he replies, forcing himself to ease up a little. It’s just you. There’s nothing to worry about. “Um…could we talk, please?” 

“Of course,” you answer, shooting Lloyd a quick smile as you stand, making your way towards the dark-haired ninja. You follow him out to the deck, gently shutting the door behind you. “What’s up? Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, I just wanted to ask you something,” Cole answers, turning his back towards you as he rubs the back of his neck. 

“Go ahead,” you reply gently, the tone of your voice slightly soothing his shot nerves as he faces you. 

“Well...I, uh...I was wondering if you would want to maybe...go out with me sometime?” 

His head starts spinning as the question finally escapes him, eyes glued to you as he tries to gauge your reaction. 

“Really?” 

He nods, lips seemingly stuck as he watches a smile beginning to line your lips. 

“I would love to!” you reply, jumping forward so that you can hug him. Cole stumbles back, eyes wide in shock as his arms hesitantly slip around you. 

He exhales, closing his eyes as the tension within him releases and he smiles. “C-Cool.” 

While following an excited you babbling about potential date ideas, he spots Kai leaning against the entrance, shooting him a thumbs-up and a smirk. 

#ninjago #ninjago x reader #cole x reader #reader insert #cole brookstone x reader #im trash at updating im so sorry #ily guys <3

[komoreangel]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚

pairing: scaramouche x fem!reader

scenario: you met when you were both very young, and since the day he left you behind he still feels an undying fear for what sight would await him if he dared to return home.

or…

thantophobia - the fear of losing a loved one. but he had made it perfectly clear that you did not fall under that category when he left you and all of your promises behind.

request: okok my first idea was: scaramouche childhood friends to enemies to lovers. take with that what you will <3

a/n: hi anon ty so very much for the request we all know i love scara <33 but i did tweak it a bit basically its childhood friends to enemies to scara loves reader but reader isnt convinced (with a hint of 'ive always loved you' thrown in)

side note: this is a rewrite of an excerpt i wrote for a scara x oc, in which the oc was female (the same is said here but i will avoid using pronouns) and adopted into the kamisato clan as a princess (minor inazuma spoilers). the same situation is stated here. also i am 1000% willing to write more of this (includes my personal headcanons for scaramouche’s backstory, not canon!!)

growing up, you had always had poor health

your mother worried for you a lot when you were younger

she didn’t like to let you go outside much either

you spent most of your time in the palace walls while she worked, frequently being taken to see the royal physician

you would sit outside the door while your parents talked with the doctors about your “condition”

you weren’t even that sick

just weak for your age

that was when you first met him

he was training to be a soldier along his father

you were like a ghost in his eyes

sitting in the hall in the middle of the night

knees pushed to your chest, snoozing in the soft light of the moon

he was naturally a curious boy, so he kneeled in front of you and poked your shoulder

“hello?”

you startled awake

“wah-!” he fell back at your sudden movement

“who are you?” you asked

your voice was soft, and gentle, like a midnight breeze

“i’m [redacted].”

you remember what he told you, but some part of that memory had been erased from your mind…you wonder to this day what he could have said.

“my name is y/n.”

he thought it was a pretty name, although he wasn’t going to say anything

the two of you sat in the moonlight, talking quietly amongst yourselves

“why are you sitting outside the physician’s office?” he asked you

“my mama says i’m sick, and that going outside will make it worse.”

“oh. are you going to get better soon?”

you smile at him, a gesture that makes his chest tighten, although he can’t fathom why.

“yeah! she says that if we can afford to get some medicine from liyue, i’ll be all better! then i can start making friends!”

he slightly smiles

“can i be your friend, [redacted]?”

you had even said the name yourself once. why couldn’t you remember it?

his expression shifts to a slightly surprised look

“you…want to be my friend?”

he was quiet even then, and his silent expression would grow to an angry one over time

“yeah! you’re interesting, and you’re one of the few people who bothers to talk to me.”

he doesn’t speak for a while.

“you can say no if you want to.” you say to him.

“okay. i’ll be your friend.”

it’s a short response, but the bright grin that lights up your face makes it worth the wait

“yay! i can’t wait till i’m better so we can hang out more!”

you two talked in that hallway a lot

meeting after dark, talking about anything in the world

when you were about six, the worst of your illness hit you

the doctors didn’t even know what was wrong, and there were nights when he would sit outside the physician’s office alone at night, hoping, praying that the sun would shine on a world that still had you in it

you would collapse from exhaustion at the slightest overexertion

his father always told him he had to be careful with you, not only were you shorter than him, but you were also very fragile

those hours spent sitting in the hallway alone, he got to do a lot of thinking

he wanted to help you, but he didn’t know how

then, there was a sudden burst of hope

you were going to liyue with your parents

you would get the help you needed

he was happy for you, even if it meant you would have to spend time away from him

and then there was the terrible news

the ship had gone missing

you had too

he couldn’t sleep for days on end

his father was worried too

when he saw you again, you found yourself shuddering on the shores of inazuma

he wrapped his arms around you as tight as he could, as if his strength alone could undo everything that had happened

it was one of the few times he showed affection in public

he rushed you to the healer again

and this time there was no hoping

there was no praying

there was just the pit in his stomach, the fear that coursed through his veins and fueled his blood

every second felt like a decade, it was a moment in which you weren’t perfectly healthy and safe

the townspeople began to spread rumors, as people do

the guard’s son who was lovesick with worry for the sickly orphan girl

what a pity, no?

he wanted to shut them up. he wished he had the power to shut them up.

when even his father had to drag him away from the pharmacy, he didn’t talk to anyone for a very long time.

this was around the time he grew sour and snappy

his simply quiet demeanor developed into a scowl that constantly graced his face

he only smiled the day you were released from the physicians.

you weren’t fully healed. but you felt better than you ever had in your life.

his father took you in without a second thought, and he was just happy to have you with him.

“i’m better, scara.” you said to him, a happy smile on your face

“i was wondering when you’d hurry up and get well.”

you were a bit troubled by his attitude, but no less, you were happy to see your friend again.

it went like that for a long time.

he was rude, but you didn’t care because you knew what he was like underneath.

some nights he would sneak into your room and talk to you.

he told you he was just bored and felt like annoying you.

but his real reason was to make sure you were still breathing.

he always worried about you

so the day you received your vision, he felt a lot of relief

surely this meant that you could protect yourself. you were safe.

then the worst of all things happened.

his fathers death.

the day he felt like his world was ripped from underneath his feet.

almost immediately, the electro archon, baal, herself, intervened, and declared that you were to be adopted into the kamisato clan.

why you? why couldn’t he keep you with him? he was old enough to be able to take care of both of you

baal didn’t like his questioning. she said she knew what was best for you.

it was strange. because in the days he spent with you after, although not many, you didn’t seem sick at all.

for the first time, you seemed perfectly healthy.

he was glad for that…but he wasn’t happy. you could see that easily.

you knew this wasn’t the right thing for him

he stuck around for a year. you suppose you’re lucky he even stayed that long. you were pretty much his only reason.

sure he found friends in ayaka and kazuha…but he was unhappy.

he knew there was no point in staying, so he thought it was time he took his leave.

he approached you one day, as the sun began to set

you were worried for him, as he had been very angry towards baal and the emperor lately.

“scara, is there something you want to talk about?”

you watch as he stands before you

he blurts out, “run away with me.”

you’re taken aback almost immediately.

“what?”

he repeats his statement

“i’m going to flee from inazuma. come with me.”

“scara..”

his expression, as it does often these days, turns stern and serious.

“i’m not going to ask you again. come with me, y/n.”

you’re tired of him ordering you around.

“you know i can’t. i have duties here. i can’t just betray my country for you.”

“you know baal wants me gone. she’s going to kill me if i stay. she might do the same to you.”

you scoff at his words. “she won’t harm me or you. you’re being dramatic.”

he spits out his next words, laced with venom. “baal killed my father. i hate her and so should you.”

“scara.”

“it’s like you’ve completely forgotten about him just because you’re royalty now.”

“scara.”

“don’t call me scara. come with me if you ever cared at all.”

“scaramouche!”

he goes quiet

“don’t go. please.”

he frowns

“you know i can’t do that.”

you want to try and make him stay

but he won’t. you know nothing you say will convince him. he won’t let himself be convinced by you, even if that’s what he truly wants.

you inhale

“get out of here.”

“what?”

“go. leave. and take this with you.”

you throw the necklace you were wearing at him, and he catches it. baal had exiled him, it was true, but he couldn’t expect you to throw everything away for him.

“wait, what are you-“

as the two of you stare each other down, you hear ayaka’s voice coming from the courtyard, calling for you.

she has a guard with her, as the emperor assigns every royal family member. you managed to ditch yours early on.

“the guard is gonna get you if you stay, scara. get out of here, now.”

he scoffs

“whatever. i can’t believe i thought you were worth risking my life.”

he pockets the necklace and steps over the wall, and he’s gone.

nine years of friendship and he threw you away like you were nothing

in truth, the minute he was out of sight, he threw down his bag in anger

he turned around and you weren’t there anymore

you gave up on him

so if he hated you, you deserved it

it might be worth a hefty price anyway.

at least that’s what he told himself

(he never stopped missing you. almost as soon as he joined the fatui, he requested an audience with the tsaritsa to ask her how you were doing.)

“a simple agent, asking that much of me? and for a girl? that’s very bold of you.”

upon hearing it was about you, the cryo archon grew very interested. of course she remembered you.

the sickly orphan she gifted a vision to at a very young age.

she told him you were well

what she didn’t tell him was about baal going berserk and massacring thousands of her people.

upon receiving the news, he felt that chill upon him once again

the fear that fell onto his shoulders, weighing him down, too scared to ask for more information. he didn’t want to be told you were gone.

“the royal family was not harmed.”

he felt his muscles relax as he calmed down.

he quickly reassumed an upright stance.

he was the sixth harbinger. he has no weaknesses. he cares for nothing and no one.

but beneath his mask, the fire of his love for you burned brighter than the flame of any pyro vision.

a/n: ok so i really enjoyed this….scara banner when. i did tweak it a bit but i have other things written for this scenario in which scara returns to inazuma and reader is (deservingly) PISSED with him :) lmk if you want me to post those !

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin stuff #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact writing #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche genshin impact #genshin inazuma #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche genshin #scaramouche imagines #genshin impact scaramouche #kit.scara #kit.writings

[dourpeep]

okok I'm just now realizing I never sent in my rubedo piece that was supposed to be smut but then became way to soft. oh my god I wrote that 2 months ago. peep im so sorry of depriving you the ruby boy

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He's desperate to have connections, to tie himself into this world so intensely that you could never tell he wasn't meant to be part of it.

So he observes, watches, views the lives of everyone around before he makes any moves. Taking notes, learning and wanting and yearning. Jealousy is all he can feel. He witnesses his twin doing all these things he's so desperate to do himself and it drives him mad.

But when he finally is introduced to you and you show an inkling of genuine kindness, he finds himself so unsure of what he wants. He was desperate to be loved and needed by the world, but now he craves to be loved and needed by you

He digs through every little display of affection he's witnessed and picks out plenty to show off to you. Lunches and treats, flowers and jewelry, compliments and flattery. He's so focused on showing off his worth that he loses sight of his initial goal to gain your affection so when he ends up getting loved in turn, he gets so startled. His smile starts to hold an actual glow to it with every returned feeling or gesture. He may have been born a test, a prototype... But now he has a new purpose.

After a date one day, you encourage him to spend the night. He's not totally naive, he knows how most relationships advance and how intercourse works. But he can't bring himself to initiate it. It's such an intimate act to him... Can he really be sure he's worth it for you? He was determined to become your everything but now doubt clouds his mind. It is what he wanted but, is it what you wanted as well?

Of course everyone has their insecurities, and you weren't surprised to see his cropping up at the implication of sex. That night you coax out of him his concerns and lay with him. Not touching but sharing blankets nonetheless. Moonlight washing his face and calming the mood. He has never felt more loved.

Rubedo stays up long after you've fallen asleep. the prior pillow talk had already driven the time late but now his thoughts drive time until the sun starts to peek over the city walls. Yes... yes. this is what he wants. he wants he wants and he wants this so bad it hurts. he wants you. he wants you by his side. he wants the life he can live alongside you. to hell with tests and observations, screw all the preconceptions that his brain made about his own birth. he has finally found something he wants so badly he can barely hold it in.

And so he doesn't. His eyes blur and his breathing become uneven as he reaches out to gently shake you awake. The hand at your shoulder may be the thing to rouse you, but hearing his sniffling is what truly wakes you. He leans into your hand when you reach back and when you sit up he almost melts his body around your own. He feels so much love it hurts. a creator that held no love, a world that held no love, a life that held no love. now a single person that holds so much love that he doesn't know how to keep it all inside.

-🔪

NO PLS LISTEN B/C I'M SOBBING TOO THIS IS SO SOFT??

He really does deserve soft affection, to feel loved unconditionally and with someone's entire being--that is what Rubedo needs most, apart from the obvious need for him to slowly make his way into learning who he is and what he wants from life.

But oshdfoeh y e s this makes my heart so warm and fuzzy and soft I could just melt into a little puddle and stay like that (':

#anon asks #knife anon my belovedddddd #🔪 anon

[ftmbitch]

okok ok ur writing is really hot, uhhh so if ur up for posting more my prompt is: being slowly forced to detransition by my trans roommate during lockdown

i love me some t4t forced detrans so you’ve asked the right guy haha 

warnings: forced detransition, dubcon 

1.4k words (sorry, my hand slipped) 

you met your roommate through some friends. a lot of them are gay, or trans. you didn’t actually know your roommate was trans at first, he passed so well. actually, you thought he was the one cishet in the group, since you knew he was only into girls, and you figured he was cis. eventually, you were looking for a place, he was looking for a place, and you ended up living together. separate bedrooms, but only one bathroom. you didn’t find out he was trans until you went into the bathroom after he had unpacked his toiletries and you saw his testosterone stuff on the shelf. you hadn’t started hormones yet, but you still recognized that stuff from your other trans friends. you asked him about it, and he was kind of surprised. “oh. yeah, i thought you knew i was trans. i mean, i came out like eight years ago, so i guess i just don’t think about it much anymore.” you were a little surprised, but it didn’t really change anything. it did make you a little more dysphoric, though. you had other trans friends close in their transition to you, and some who’d been out for years, but living in close proximity with a guy who passed so well, and had hormones and top surgery like you dreamed of, it just made you feel a little sad. you were happy for him, but you were jealous. you knew he was just living his life, and that one day you’d be just like him. 

or, so you thought. 

within your first few months of living together, you felt a little put down by him. he’d make these passing comments about your voice, your soft, hairless face, the fact that you didn’t have to shower as much as him because girls- i mean, you know, dudes who aren’t on t, don’t sweat as much. in quarantine, you couldn’t get away from it. you couldn’t go see your other pre-t friends. you just had to stay here, with him. his comments made you a little uncomfortable, but not enough to say anything. he wasn’t trying to be mean, he was just at such a different point than you were and wasn’t quite as sensitive to the pre-t struggle as he once was. that’s all, right? that’s all, you told yourself. 

one day, you walk into the kitchen to grab a snack without your binder on while he’s in there cooking. when you turn around from the cabinet, you catch him staring, mouth slightly open, at your chest. 

“sorry! sorry. i just...sorry. i didn’t mean to.” you brush it off. you sit down to watch tv, and you figure he’ll just keep cooking. then, he comes and sits next to you. “hey,” he says. “i really am sorry.” he’s sitting awfully close. “it’s just...” he takes your snack and moves it to the table. you cower back a little bit, and he gets closer. “it’s hard, you know? being in quarantine. i haven’t fucked a girl in so long. i mean, i know you’re not a girl! and i’m not trying to fuck you, it’s just...” your face drops. he licks his lips, and reaches out, and gropes you. 

“what the fuck?” you shout, pushing him back, and getting up. you walk out, but as you’re walking away, you catch a glimpse of him. he’s staring. 

you avoid him as best you can for the next two days. then, he comes into your room while you’re masturbating. “dude, get out!” 

“i just wanted to talk about...um...wow. you shave down there?” you swallow hard. for some reason, you don’t cover up. “that would make me so dysphoric. why do you do that? don’t you want to look as masculine as you can?” you don’t say anything. “i mean, listen. i know you’re not on t, and i get that, it’s a pain in the ass to get referrals and shit, especially with all the regulations right now. i just- i don’t know. it’s hard for me to respect trans guys like you. i mean, you shave your pussy, you don’t ever wear your binder in the house, and don’t think i haven’t seen your skirts in your hamper. like, why even transition if you’re gonna do girly shit?” you have nothing to say. you want to argue. everything inside you is telling you to argue, to tell him to leave, to cry, to call someone for comfort. but you don’t. 

“you grabbed me the other day,” you say. he doesn’t say anything. “i thought you were straight.” 

“i am straight. and i think you’re really hot, okay? i know i’m supposed to see you as a dude, and i try, but when you’re all...you know, like this...i mean, your tits are so nice! i kinda like it when you don’t wear your binder. it makes me horny. but, it makes it hard to see you as a dude. like, either wear your binder or i’m gonna wanna fuck you.” 

you talk a little more, and he leaves. that sticks with you. either wear your binder, or he’s gonna wanna fuck you. you’re gay. gay, right, when a trans guy likes guys. you’ve been stuck in the apartment for the past two months with this guy, and stuck in your old place for months before that. maybe some sex would do you good. but you have to pretend to be a girl? 

you don’t wear your binder after your talk with your roommate. in fact, you come out wearing a thin t-shirt in place of your normal “dysphoria hoodie” and one of those skirts he mentioned, that you only have because sometimes you need to think about gender, and visuals help. no underwear. your roommate sees you sitting on the couch, and he sits next to you. you don’t move. 

“hey. you look pretty like that.” you don’t say anything, but it feels so good to be called pretty again. all your friends call you handsome. you like that because it makes you feel masculine, but it feels fake. it feels like they’re forcing it out. this...this felt real. he really, truly thinks you’re pretty. 

he kisses you. he gropes you. he puts his hand under your skirt. you let him. you like it. 

“what’s your real name?” he whispers in your ear. 

“please,” you whisper. “please, you can touch me, but please don’t call me by my deadname. i hate it so much, i-” 

“what’s your real name?” he demands. you’re so wet. you tell him. he repeats it. he says it a few times. “yeah,” he says. “yeah, that’s what i’m calling you from now on. that’s who lives here now, okay? she’s my new roommate. and she’s so pretty...” 

things escalate. you end up in his bedroom. after you have sex, you want to call your friends and tell them what just happened. tell them you had sex with your roommate, and he was deadnaming you the whole time, and he was misgendering you. but you don’t call them. 

he keeps doing it. you never hear your boy name out of his mouth again after that. you get used to it. you like it. he makes you feel pretty, and wanted, and he’s so different from you that you feel silly for ever trying to be like him. you know if you were around your other pre-t friends you might feel differently. but you’re not. you can’t be. you’re stuck here, with him, with this masculine, bearded, flat chested, huge t-dicked man, who calls you pretty. 

this goes on for weeks. weeks turn into months. soon enough, he’s helped you buy a whole new wardrobe to wear around the house. in the house turns into online. he has you change all of your social media to your real name, and all your pronouns to she/her. he takes your phone after that, so you don’t have to talk to any concerned relatives or friends who might try to talk some “sense” into you. he likes you when you’re a girl. you fucks you when you’re a girl, and you’ve needed that since quarantine. if being a girl can make somebody make you this happy, then it must be right. 

#my post #my writing #fantasy #detransition #dubcon

[randomprose]

jiang cheng with the junior quartet in which they've outgrown their fear of him and they realized sect leader jiang is just a giant grumpy cat with mother-hen tendencies.

when they night hunt with him occasionally he always has snacks and buys them street food if they finish early. he'll scold them for eating unhealthily but buys them the treats anyway. once, ozz said he's never had zongzi so jc bought them all one each from a stall.

he doesn't even say anything to wen ning anymore. when he sees that the juniors are with him, he just gives an acknowledging nod and a gruff reminder directed at the four of them to don't do anything stupid before going on his way. like he trusts them with him.

but anyway, these juniors start to pester jiang cheng whenever they're in yunmeng and they've somewhat learn how to decipher his scowls and screams from normal fond-bordering-on-affectionate ones to actually angry ones—the latter of which is rarely ever directed at them.

they're over at lotus pier whenever JL is. JL doesn't get to go there much now because of his sect leader duties but when he is, he is sure followed by his friends. it's like they've decided lotus pier is their go to headquarters where they can fool around and shit. jiang cheng would pretend he hates it and finds them all a nuisance ("don't you kids have your own sects to go home to?? lotus pier is not your play place! why are you brats always here?!") but he's really glad JL's got friends with him now. he used to be such a lonely child.

overtime, they just randomly pop up even when JL isn't there. jiang cheng is always surprised to see either lsz, ljy, or ozz in the compound saying they were in the area and decided to pop in for a greeting like: hi sect leader jiang! how are you? been to any night hunts lately?

they're over there a lot that they even have their own regular guest quarters by now. ones close to JL's suites in the family compound. they sometimes train with the disciples but otherwise they just mess around lotus pier and swim in the lakes. especially in the summers.

JL is ecstatic! finally! people who understands his jiujiu's weird show of affection other than wwx! JL thinks his jiujiu is just severely misunderstood but he really is just a Big Softie with grumpy tendencies.

oh and he teaches them stuff too obviously, but not in the way that's playful and interactive like wwx or direct like lwj. jiang cheng's wisdom comes in random bouts in the middle of night hunts. small tidbits on fighting born out of experiences from the war and life in general. the profound ones come when he's two bottles deep just before turning in or when they're strolling on busy night markets going home and he doesn't even mean to but the juniors are like 'wow that makes so much fucking sense we never thought of it that way what the fuck.'

when the juniors are night hunting near yunmeng or if lotus pier is their meeting point and jiang cheng doesn't get to come with them, he makes the servants pack them extra snacks or pile them on to JL to share with his friends. the servants are careful not to say anything but they all know it's under sect leader jiang's orders

ohmygod jiang cheng is such an overbearing mother hen. but in a good way! the juniors learned to enjoy it the best they can and needle him into buying them snacks or letting them do stuff they normally wouldn't get away with from wangxian. he's literally the grumpy uncle who's also the most indulgent.

on god can you imagine jiang cheng being THAT UNCLE who lets u get away with small misdemeanors?? ABSOLUTELY INSANE. but he does with the juniors!! like he trusts them to not be so stupid and call for help when need (also they have a fierce corpse as a companion most of the time anyway, so).

some sprinkles of wangxian bc i'm a slut for them: 

wangxian notice that they've been talking a lot about sect leader jiang. “oh,” wwx says, “you went night hunting with jiang cheng? when was this how come i’ve never heardof it?” he's clearly itching to ask more he's practically vibrating.

ljy: don’t worry wei-qianbei you're still our favorite! sect leader jiang is our close 3rd  wwx: 3rd? who's 1 and 2? ozz: you and hgj are #1 of course! wwx: we tied for #1?   ljy: yeah you're practically a package deal. do not separate and all that wwx: who's #2 tho? ozz: wen-qianbei! wwx: huh. valid.

jl: speak for yourselves. jiujiu is my #1. wwx: that's also very valid too a-ling. otherwise i'll have to scold you for being unfilial and jiang cheng will break your legs for breaking his heart.

once while relaying a report, lsz called jiang cheng ‘shūshū’ and wwx had to do a double take because um what? what did you just call jiang cheng? lsz blushed and stuttered an explanation before jl explained obnoxiously:

jl: jiujiu told him to call him that. told him to go to the ancestral hall to pay respects too. he must really like you sizhui.  ljy, #1 sizhui fan: of course he likes sizhui! everyone does! wwx: is it true sizhui? lsz, blushing:...shūshū's nice... wwx:...jiang cheng...shushu...nice..ok....okok...

lmao one of them (either ozz or ljy but i think it will be more hilarious if it's ljy) slipped and called jiang cheng 'jiujiu' once just because he kept hearing jl calling him that. jiang cheng just turns to him with a mild "that's jiang-zongzhu to you, lan jigyi."

and god!!! ljy is so mortified!!! this is worst than that one time he accidentally called hgj 'dad'!! it doesn't help that his friends are assholes (yes even sizhui!!) and never let him live it down. especially JL!! he's all "don't go stealing my jiujiu now" fuck you JL!! as if ljy will!!

also, once when they were sassing jiang cheng, (they get!! to sass sect leader jiang!! and he only threatened to break their legs once!!) and ljy got the last word in, jiang cheng hit him w/ a "is that any way to talk to ur uncle? huh, nephew?" which effectively shut up ljy as his friends roared in laughter propriety be damned!!

((yes i was thinking of that B99 episode where jake peralta called captain holt dad and holt went in for the ride and called jake 'son' lmao))

goodddd!!! i live for the junior quartet discovering that underneath jiang cheng's rough exterior he's a Big Softie who's also hilarious even when he doesn't mean to. JL is very happy with this development and wwx is happy to hear stories about his brother having fun with the kids.

this ran long but i also just wanna says this is because of queen jiang yanli's influence (you guys notice how yunmeng trio are all good with kids?) 

ANYWAY! this is me again with my 'Jiang Cheng is Great With Kids So Give Him More Kids To Take Care Of' agenda and you all should jump in on it thank you.

[posted on twitter]

#i just think jc will be so good with kids of all ages #he's got so much love to give #and noone to give it to #so it's just all pent up inside him #so he's all rage-y and shit #jiang cheng #junior quartet #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #jin ling #ouyang zizhen #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #headcanon #mdzs headcanons

[vs-redemption]

I thought of another one sorry lmao. Okok so Dabi got the Cat girl but what if Bakugou got the bunny girl lol. So Bakugou x reader who’s quirk is a bunny! (Ears,tail,cute twitchy nose ahhhh)

-🐱❤️

From Cindy:  🐱 Anon! At it again with these really great ideas! I did a weird amount of research on rabbit behavior for this, but I like how it turned out. I hope you agree!

Cottontail (Bakugo x Bunny Girl!Reader)

Dating a girl with a bunny quirk was not all cute fuzzy ears and sexy little tails like a lot of people probably expected. Actually, there were a lot of curveballs that could really throw someone off guard if they weren’t careful. Nobody knew that better than Katsuki Bakugo, who had experienced plenty of surprises from the moment he met you until even after he’d asked you to marry him.

“Man, she is so cute!” Denki sighs the first time he sees you working the front desk at the explosion hero’s agency, earning himself a slap to the back of the head.

“Hey, keep your eyes to yourself idiot!” Bakugo warns his visiting friend before checking in with you about any missed calls or schedule changes. You pass on a few memos before watching him drag Denki off to meet the rest of his friends for lunch as he usually did about twice a month.

Bakugo’s professional attitude and respect towards you was something that had drawn you to him right away, but those same traits also made it very hard to express the fact that you had developed a crush on him. For a while, you held back from openly flirting with him or doing anything that might be deemed inappropriate. Unfortunately, denying yourself for too long caused your bunny instincts to kick in and force you into action. You both were just as surprised the day he came over to ask you about some paper work that had been left on his desk only for you to jump up from your chair and punch him twice in the chest.

“What?” He blinked in surprise, trying to understand why you’d attacked him as your face got hot in embarrassment. Thankfully, the hits hadn’t been strong, but it was still a bit humiliating.

“I am SO sorry,” you bow your head over and over again, ears flopping over your face each time. You were too flustered and worried about losing your job to stop your mouth from spilling the truth. “I really couldn’t stop myself, I just think you’re really attractive!”

“What?!” Bakugo repeats, even more confused than before. It was definitely an uncomfortable conversation, but you explained that ‘boxing’ was a courting behavior for rabbits and begged him not to fire you as his cheeks slowly turned pink at the explanation. Thankfully, he was merciful enough to let you remain in your position, but your spunky little display had apparently been enough to peak his interest. The hero kept a closer eye on you for the next few weeks following the incident, giving him time to pick up on a few of your other habits related to your quirk.

“Oi, cottontail,” he leans over your desk with an eyebrow raised. “Why are you chewing up all the pens? If you’re hungry, let me take you out to lunch.”

“Actually, I just chew on things when I’m content or happy,” you couldn’t believe he’d noticed let alone pointed it out. “Don’t worry, that’s why I buy my own pens.”

“I’m not worried,” He shrugs, “I just want to take you on a date. I don’t have to punch you back to get you to say yes, right?” You weren’t sure if you should laugh or feel embarrassed, so instead you opted to be happy that he seemed to be reciprocating your feelings.

Even after dating for a while, Bakugo was still super respectful of you and your rabbit traits. He even asked permission before touching and petting your ears, and you found it extremely endearing the way he blushed and fumbled over his words each time. The first time he invited you over his house to make dinner for you and watch a movie, you found that he’d stocked his refrigerator with your favorite snacks to give you something to munch on and satisfy your urges to chew until the meal was ready. Of course, as soon as Bakugo thought he had you pretty much figured out, there was another shocking turn of events.

“I’m so tired, Katsuki,” You yawn and flop down on his sofa after getting back from a date that had consisted of a rather intense game of paintball. “I don’t think I have the energy to go back home.”

“Then just stay here,” he offers without hesitation. The thought of having you warm and safe by his side as he slept sounded really nice, but his peaceful image went up in smoke when you climbed into his bed and started pulling up his blankets and pushing his sheets around with both hands.

“What did my bed ever do to you?” He asks, half amused and half bewildered.

“Oh jeez,” you groan when you realize what you’d been doing. “That was so rude! I’m so sorry. I just can’t get comfortable or sleep unless things are a certain way.” Bakugo walks up with his hands on his hips as he observes the mess you’d made of his previously perfectly organized bed. Your ears go back and you lower your head in submission, feeling ashamed. Your boyfriend recovers quickly though, and takes the odd behavior in stride.

“Do what you have to do, I guess.” He shakes his head and smirks. “As long as I’m still allowed in here with you.”

“Of course!” You reassure him while pulling his face in and give him a soft kiss. “Having you with me is the most important part.” This is all he really needs to hear to be put back at ease. He was quite particular about how he kept his things as well, but he didn’t mind adjusting if it meant you were feeling comfortable around him. Plus, you were nice enough to remake his bed just the way he liked the next morning.

Bakugo was in for another surprise the first time he’d done something to get on your nerves. He honestly couldn’t even remember what it was that had annoyed you anymore, but he’d never forget the way you’d thumped your large foot at him and twitched your tail, looking ready to charge at him. It was a bit terrifying and he quickly learned how to read your body language to avoid being on the receiving end of any more of your punches.

After moving in together, you still managed to throw Bakugo for a loop every once in a while. There were things that blew his mind, like when you cut your hair and left little locks of it around the house as some sort of spring time nesting behavior.

“It’s only for a week or so Katsuki, I’m sorry!” You always apologized even though he never really got upset over things you couldn’t control. “If I don’t do it like this, I start to pull the hair out myself and leave it around which is much more painful and a lot messier too.”

“Don’t worry about it, cottontail,” He pulls you into a side hug and presses a kiss to the side of your face. Behaviors like this did get tiresome sometimes for Bakugo, but it never bothered him for long. There was no way he could stay upset over things like that, especially when he got to wake up in the mornings to you nuzzling his face as a way to mark him with your scent. He also lived for the moments where he did something that made you happy enough to hop into the air and do an excited little spin, like the day he’d gotten down on his knee and asked you to be with him for the rest of his life.

Being with a girl with a bunny quirk definitely came with its fair share of surprises that ranged from super cute to kind of scary. Thankfully, Bakugo was the type of person who could handle just about anything you threw at him.

#Bakugo x reader #Bnha x reader #mha x reader #Katsuki Bakugo x reader #Katsuki Bakugo #Bnha #mha #🐱 anon #Cindy's Writing

[stylesthebrave]

Annual Writing Self-Evaluation

thank you to Miia @larrydoinglaundry and Stef @solvetheminourdreams for tagging me ❤️ I finally finished writing the scene i told myself I’d get done today, so here we are :)

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 5

2. Word count posted for the year: 148,875 

3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction ;)

4. Pairings: Harry Styles/ Louis Tomlinson

5. Stories with the most:

-Kudos: never doubt i love

-Bookmarks: never doubt i love

-Comments: never doubt i love

More under the cut <3

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): 

the stars are smiling, definitely. Because I struggled with it so much and had to ask for an extension for the fest and it took a lot of time and rewriting to get it to where it is. But I did it, somehow, and I love how it turned out, and the love I’ve received for it has been unexplainable.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):

Uhmm… maybe… I dont knowww. I cant choose a least favorite okok. Probably falling in love (with you).

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

ooh. this is a hard one. 

is it bad to say anyone who has ever said that one of my fics made them cry? idk, I just feel like it takes depth to make someone cry, especially with fanfic, so I always take that as a compliment. 

I also vividly remember this being the very first long-ish comment that I ever got, so this one might not be a favorite but it meant a lot to me this year:

Ahhhh where do I start? There are so many things I loved about this fic. I love the pace, the setting and the characters. I loved the way HL complemented each other but yet they fit in. I loved the lil Ziam side plot and I loved the way you presented H's marriage. This is such a good fic. It's got everything I love: teacher Louis, footie Louis, good family and friends dynamic, a good back story, solid arguments and just the perfect amount of angst. It's like you read my mind or something.

Loved it so much! Can't wait to read more from you.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: 

oof. you mean other than all of the time?

This summer, I think. I was really busy over the summer which wasn’t really a bad thing but it did limit the time I had to write which wasn’t fun. 

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

I definitely didn’t expect to write a vampire fic this year. So... the entirety of Thrill You Tonight, lmao.

11. A favorite excerpt from your writing:

Ooh.

I actually still really like the scene in the summary of NDIL, but since the summary is the end of this scene, I’ll give you the part right before it:

“Can I ask you something?”

Harry moves closer. “Anything.”

“How - um,” Louis stops, taking a breath and composing himself for second. “How were you so sure? Like, after the… the divorce, how were you sure that you might want to see someone again?” Harry tenses as Louis adds, “Why aren’t you scared that it’ll end the same way?”

The ringing in Louis’ ears returns as Harry’s chest rises and falls with slow breaths, clearly trying to think of something to say. His own fists are clenching and releasing in anticipation, and the longer the silence goes on, the more anxious he becomes, unable to focus on anything other than the man in front of him.

When Harry finally responds, Louis’ breath noticeably hitches.

“I am scared,” Harry says calmly. “For sure. Relationships are… you’re right, they’re scary. Love is scary.” He takes a deep breath. “It’s dangerous. Risky. But… it’s brave, and it’s life. That’s what makes us human. We just have to trust that things might turn out okay, and if they don’t, then we have the power to pick ourselves back up again.” He swallows, fiddling with the hem of his jumper, and his voice is strangled when he says, “And I know that this time, it’ll be on my timetable, and that I’m not going to let anyone tell me how to live my life. You know who made me realize that?”

Louis stops breathing when he whispers, “Me?” and Harry nods to confirm, humming. “Does that mean…” he starts, pausing to rephrase. “Are you saying I’m not human? Because I’ve never trusted that things might be okay?”

“No,” Harry answers definitively. “I’m saying that you’re afraid of living. Life isn’t life without the good moments and the bad moments. If you’re always running away from the bad moments, then you aren’t living.”

12. How did you grow as a writer this year:

Hm. I think this year I learned how to have more patience with myself. I learned that the best work doesn’t always come in the first draft and that reworking characters and rewriting scenes does not mean that my writing isn’t good or that the finished product will be as messy.

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

I…. Hope I continue to write all year long. That isn’t really “growing” but there were definitely times this year where i went months without writing, and i could tell that it took a toll on my overall creativity.

14. Who has been your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

All the friends I’ve made! I cannot possibly choose one, but @larrydoinglaundry has been the best person ever to talk to, both inside and outside of fandom and fanfic❤️ And of course @princelyharry who always inspires me to keep writing. Crazy to think I met both of you this year, and pixie only a couple months ago.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Gonna steal stef’s answer for this one:

hahahahah

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers?

This is not really wisdom but it is something that Miia and I talked about a lot this year:

just write! This is fanfiction; it doesn’t need to be perfect! I know it can be hard to go easy on ourselves but once in a while I think everyone could use the reminder that we do this in our free time, for free, for ourselves to have a creative outlet. Write good things, write bad things, write short things and long things, write whatever the fuck you want because at the end of that day, it’s for you and no one else.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

Ofc Pixie and I’s two fics, a Valentine’s Day fic (or two) and some other fun things that I’ll keep a secret for now ;)

18. Tag someone who’s answers you’d like to read:

Have no clue who has done this and who hasnt but I love reading these so:

@princelyharry @neondiamond @larry-hiatus @dontworrylouis @hershelsue @beelou @narrylover @pirouettefrappelatte @thebreadvansstuff @parmahamlarrie @cowboylarries @greenblueish @larryyouknow

#this was fun! #writing things #fic things #tag games #cait says things #annual writing self evaluation

[stylesparker]

ahhh !! omg, congrats on 600 !! that’s literally so epic and u deserve it so much <33 i haven’t known ur acc for super long but ur writing style is just magnificent OKOK ANYWYA-

i think i’ll be going with 🧚🏼‍♀️ !

well, everyone either calls me jay or esther and my pronouns are she/they. i’m bi (slight preference for men?? don’t know tbh-) and fandoms are mcu/tasm! i have slightly shorter black hair with a red dyed part on one side. i’m 5’7, but insecure abt being on the taller side and have a pretty slender build. also gotta love walking around with headphones and them dark academia/grunge clothes lol

i’m an infj, so rather introverted and kinda keeping to myself with my thoughts and worries. i’m always willing to help people on the spot but scared to open up to anyone bc i don’t wanna be a burden of any sort,,, kinda mysterious i guess? therapist friend yk LMAO

i just started learning how to play the kalimba and love to write some poetry, though mainly for myself! i’ve also been editing for years and do cosplay c:

also, don’t stress urself with writing!! ur awesome, so take all the time u need <3

AHH thank you you’re so kind, darling <3 I totally get what you mean by therapist friend ngl HAHA. I also used he/they pronouns for Loki because I felt it would do injustice to only use he/him, since I found out that Loki was genderfluid, so if anyone feels that I didn’t do it properly by all means please correct me so I can educate myself more on it! I hope you love this :)

I ship you with Loki!

Since Loki doesn’t really involve himself with human stuff, he would totally meet you through the avengers somehow. Or, let’s give it to Thor, he’d take one look at you and be like Loki??? but shorter...

Who knows, maybe you become friends with Thor first and he introduces you to them and Loki’s just like “yes, just like me, perfect...”

But no seriously, you’d probably be friends, best friends even, before you started dating. You would be so chaotic together and Thor would honestly ask himself everyday why he introduced the two of you. But he’d love you just as much so he’d kick Loki out before you. Loki would have the time of his life walking around with you though, the only time when he doesn’t is when you talk to random people or pet a random cat/dog on the side of the road and their just like :/ because they hate human interaction. So when you’re done having your moment he tugs your arm and drags you along side him, making you pout but he just grins. 

Now, in my world Frigga is still alive because that woman is everything and Loki deserved more time with her. So when you went to Asgard for the first time and you’re jaw is dropped to the floor in complete awe, this woman is looking between you and her kid probably thinking to herself, “these two are perfect for each other.” You’d probably force a pair of headphones in Loki’s ears while you hung out in his room. (remember technically Loki is a teenager in god years or whatever you call it) So the two of you most likely just hide up in his room most of the time, talking about random shit (never the deep stuff because well ya know) that has you going on and on for hours. But when you do actually need to talk to someone and let yourself open up, even a little bit, he’ll sit down and listen, even if he knows he won’t be able to talk to you because he’s horrible at advice. 

Whenever they get in their moody slump though, god it’s a hassle. Literally the worst thing on earth most likely, because Loki is shit at talking about issues. But you’d be there for them too, just like he was for you when you needed it. 

He’s most likely not a cuddle person, but I’d like to believe every once in awhile a hug is wanted and it’ll probably come as a surprise when it happens. Most likely he’ll just walk up, look at you for a moment, and take you into their arms, resting their chin on your head because no matter how insecure you are about being tall, he tries to make you feel as comfortable as possible, and he’s also like over six foot so you’re good. You might just stand there for awhile, letting him have a moment with you, and then the moment would break and he’d awkwardly cough and walk away like nothing happened. But you’d smile, with a knowing look on your face, knowing that Loki would always be a dependable friend and partner when it came down to it.

#600 followers!

[teatimecrumpetsandsugar]

Hey! :D So, just saw that your requests are open, so I thought I could tell you this very cheesy idea of mine for a Lance x Reader fanfiction (either female or gender neutral pronounces are fine; it's all supposed to play in a modern setting, by the way): So, the reader and Lance are going to the same college, and are sharing a flat. Evertyhing is cool, until Lance realizes that he had developed some geniune feelings for the reader, and screams to Hunk about. After talking for a little while, he comes up with these big romantic plans in order to confess his feelings as cheesy and sweet as possible. However, not everything that you plan will also work out that way. So, instead of being able to confess his feelings in the way he wants to, he instead accidentally confesses his love on a lazy Sunday while they are playing video games. But guess what? The reader doesn't mind one bit because they've been in love with this boy as long as they can remember? Thanks for hopefully taking my requests and have a nice day. :3 (That got longer than I thought it would lmao)

I LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCCHHHH MMMMMMM IMPROMPTU CONFESSIONS MAKE ME SOSSOSOSOSOOSOS HAPPY OFC OFC

Okok before I get too carried awayyy, I just wanna say that I really, really love this request and all the genuine fuzzies that come with it uGh it's so sweet!

As always, if I don't touch upon the prompt correctly or you're dissatisfied, I'd be more than happy to rewrite it! :) Take care, and I hope you enjoy!

Also also, I decided to give the reader she/they pronouns to satisfy both pronoun requests! I hope that's okay! :D

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Typically, on a Saturday morning, Hunk would be up sometime after 11 AM, drinking hot chocolate with the little marshmallows and eating pancakes covered in syrup- sweet things to encourage a sweet day, he'd once told someone happily. Typically, he wouldn't be up before then, and he wouldn't be trying to talk down Lance during that time.

Unfortunately, this is not a typical Saturday morning.

"I'm really, really into her, Hunk! It's not fair that she gets to walk around, being all cute and fun and awesome and I have to be stuck here, pining hopelessly and breaking the one universal rule for having a roommate! There has to be some kind of law against being that cute somewhere!" 

Hunk drags a hand down his face, sighing wearily, “Then just talk to her. I still fail to see why you had to call me at 7 AM on a Saturday for this,” He pauses, eyes narrowing skeptically, “Why are you even up at 7 AM on a Saturday?”

“Hunk, I don’t want to mess this up. I think I might actually be... into her.” 

There’s a heavy pause as Hunk stares at the phone in disbelief, “Actually into her? Like- Like ‘if she rejected you, you’d cry’ into her?” 

Lance lets out a small sad noise at the thought, “Like ‘if they rejected me, I’d lay down on the floor right there and never get up’ into them. I think I might be in love with her, and I don’t know what to do.”

Hunk leans back in surprise, lips parting with uncertainty, “In love?” His tone is laced with trepidation, “That’s... a big word. And a big bundle of feelings I don’t think I can help you unpack this early on my day off.”

Lance lets out an exaggerated whine, “I know! I just- I wanted to-” He pauses, searching for the words, “This is gonna sound really, really, pathetically lame-”

“-Lance, you know I literally couldn’t judge you if I tried-”

“-I wanted to plan out a confession.”

Hunk opens his mouth to speak again, but nothing comes out. He genuinely has no words- it’s terrifying to think about Lance being this committed to anything, really.

He tries again, opening and closing his mouth in an attempt to find the words, “That’s... I... Wow,” He laughs a little, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the counter, “You’re really serious?”

Lance exhales softly, “I’ve never been this serious about anything in my life.”

Hunk sighs, running his fingers through his hair, “Okay, but just know; if I help you with this, you’re not allowed- literally not allowed- to break her heart within a week.”

Lance scoffs indignantly, “How little do you think of me?”

Hunk raises an eyebrow, fully aware that Lance can’t see him, letting the silence answer for him.

“Fine, fine- I suppose you’re not completely wrong in saying that. Still stings, though.”

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“I’m actually going to slaughter you, Lance! You’re so bad at this, what the heck?” You toss your head back as he dies in the game, cackling in delight, “Come on- that was so easy!”

Lance’s fingers fumble idly with the controls, a non-committal response falling from his lips. He can’t take his eyes off of you, off the way your eyes crinkle at the corners and the way your hair falls into your face. Your slow smile, the way it pulled up languidly the closer you got to winning; the curve of your back as you lean back against the couch.

At the lack of protest from your roommate, you turn and meets his gorgeous, cobalt blue eyes. Your smile slowly falls, gaze completely transfixed on his own as your lips part slightly, drawing his eyes down to them.

He says your name, softly, heart stuttering in his chest at the sudden realization that he really wants to kiss you right now.

“Yeah, Lance?” You reply quietly, slowly drifting closer, “What is it?”

He exhales shortly, chest aching with the fear of rejection, and a flush starts to creep up his throat. He splutters out an attempt at speaking, and you laugh, throwing your head back again and brightening the air in the room in one fell swoop.

For a second, he laments the loss of the moment, but your head comes back down as quick as it went up, face suddenly even closer than it was before as you ask the very question that had been on his mind, “Can I kiss you, Lance?”

He hesitates a moment, remembering the plan he had, but then he looks at the bright smile on your face and realizes there probably won’t ever be a better moment to kiss you for the first time, “Yes.”

You surge forward, pressing a hand to the back of his neck and drawing him into a sweet, innocent kiss. His heart soars, mind racing and drawing to a complete halt all at once as he parts his lips against yours, hands cupping your face reverently.

You taste of what butterflies sound like, lips sweet and slightly chapped against his own, and he can’t quite breathe right, drowning in you yet utterly unwilling to come up for air. You laugh lightly against his lips, causing his own bright laughter to bubble up from his chest- soon, you’re both just a silly mess of laughter, foreheads leaning together gently.

“This was... not according to plan.” You make a soft noise of confusion, and his heart skips a beat at the realization that he just ratted himself out.

He tries to take it back, blushing profusely as he stumbles over his words, but you only laugh, a mischievous smile curling at your lips, “What plan, Lance?”

He purses his lips, hesitating for a moment, before leaning in to kiss you again. ”Imagine a picnic in the park,” he murmurs against your lips, eyelashes fluttering gently against his cheekbones, “With homemade red velvet cupcakes and hot chocolate thermoses.”

You let your eyes fall shut, imagining the scene he’s painting with his words.

“We go to the playground at sunset, and I push you on the swing so you can touch the last rays of the sun as it falls,” He takes a soft, unsteady breath, and you fall further into the daydream with him, fingers curling around his wrists as he strokes his thumbs across your cheekbones, “At dusk, we start watching the stars, waiting for them to make themselves seen. Then, in the dead of night, when the stars are at their brightest...”

Lance’s voice trails off and your eyes blink open slowly, breaking the trance languidly, “What, Lance?”

He exhales softly, “I finally tell you that I’m in love with you.”

You watch as he holds his breath, heart racing in your chest when his words settle over your mind like a fog, “You’re in love with me,” You repeat softly, and he nods gently.

“You drive me crazy.” You laugh softly, tilting your head up and brushing the tip of your nose against his, “I drive you crazy? I’ve been head over heels in love with you for as long as I can remember, McClain.”

His eyes snap open in surprise, a delighted hoot parting ways from his lips, “You are? You’re in love with me? You love me? You love-”

He lets out a wet laugh, tears burning his waterline, and you laugh back, “Aw, you crybaby! I do- I love you-”

He kisses you again, cutting you off- he kisses you again and again and again, repeating over and over again that he loves you until you can’t breathe.

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