#i just want someone to take care of me a little bit

[pholla-jm]

Hiii, I have a request! Ok so hear me out, what if Sukuna finds another woman and replace reader. make it as angsty as possible with a happy ending pretty please with a cherry on top🥹

Hey! Sorry for the wait! I tried to make it as angsty as possible. I hope you like it :)

Also, someone else requested for this as well. So whoever did, this includes your request as well!

Another Woman

IMAGINE: ANOTHER WOMAN~ SUKUNA X F!READER GENRE: ANGST/FLUFF cw: heian period. mention of depression. mention of blood/gore. cursing. female reader. happy ending! word count: 2.5k **********************

Sukuna is not known for having any weaknesses. And he wasn’t going to let anything change that. 

He likes the feeling of being in control, nothing that would make him worry in the slightest. 

However, that all changed when you entered his life. At first, he brushed it off.

As time went by, you continued to dote and love on him like it was no one else’s business. He would say he didn’t like it, but there was a warm feeling in his chest that grew and grew whenever you were nearby. 

 But the feeling grew and grew until he started to feel uneasy.

At first, he didn’t understand why he felt this way. Until he realized that he only felt this way around you. He can feel the warmth in his chest spread, his facial features soften, and his eyes always manage to find their way to you. 

He wondered if it was obvious- obvious the way he felt about you. If it was obvious, then other people could see it. 

And it was a weakness. If people saw him being anything less than the King of curses, it could be dangerous. Not just for him, but for you as well. 

So he did the only thing he could think of. Pull away from you. 

****

It didn’t take long for you to notice Sukna’s absence. At first, you didn’t want to question him, fearing that you would offend him. 

So you let him be for a little bit. But as weeks went by, things started to get worse. You found yourself spending a lot of time by yourself lately. Sukuna’s gaze wouldn’t flutter towards you like usual. His hands didn’t find a place on your hips as usual. 

And something that bothered you most was that he never called for you to sleep in his chambers with him. So, you just slept in your own room that you had before dating Sukuna. 

However, you got fed up with this cold attitude towards you. You couldn’t think of anything wrong that you did.

So tonight, you would march into his chambers and ask him what exactly was going on. 

You were walking the hallways in the castle, in the direction of Sukuna’s chambers. However, you stopped short of seeing another woman, knocking at his door. 

You felt your heartbeat raise a little, and not in a good way. What was she doing there? 

The door opens and Sukuna steps out. You let a sharp intake and move to the side so the wall was hiding your presence. 

You couldn’t exactly hear what Sukuna was saying to her, but you could hear her giggles. It was clear that they were flirting. It was quiet for a few seconds and you peer over the corner to see what was going on. 

Your heart sank seeing Sukuna kissing the girl. Your stomach felt sick at the scene and you just wanted to go back to your. So that’s what you did, you turned back around and made a b-line back to your room. 

You could feel the tears start to fall through your eyes, and all you wanted to do was scream. 

You had no idea what you did wrong. Just what exactly did you do to cause Sukuna to sleep with another woman?

Were you not enough anymore? Not pretty enough? 

You racked your brain for a possible answer, but there wasn’t none. This had to be your fault somehow. And you hated yourself for it. 

Once you made it to your room, you threw yourself onto the bed. Not caring that you were still wearing your day clothes. You let the tears fall free, sobs ripping from your throat. 

That night, you cried yourself to sleep. Hoping that was just a terrible nightmare. 

***** 

Your body was sore, your throat feeling raw. You stretch your limbs, hoping to get rid of any soreness. 

“You know,” You hear a familiar voice causing you to freeze mid stretch. Suddenly, all the memories came rushing back from last night and your heart sunk once again. 

Your eyes peel open and you can see Sukuna standing right next to your bed, looking down at you with a frown.

Sukuna had to push the feelings away as he stared at your sunken eyes. He could tell that you were previously crying. There was a slight red tint to your eyes due to it. But he had to show that he didn’t care. 

“It’s not nice spying on people.” 

You suddenly sat up, eyes narrowing at Sukuna. You didn’t know what came over you. But you were suddenly feeling angry. 

“And it’s not nice to cheat on your partner.” 

His frown deepens and he’s glaring at you. Like you were in the wrong. Which made you even more angrier at him.

“Now, don’t go thinking you’re all special now. You’re replaceable.” “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be out of your way from now on.” You say getting out of your bed and walking towards your dresser. 

His words hit you a lot harder than you expected. Replaceable. That’s right. You were only human. Someone small and insignificant compared to him. 

Sukuna raises his eyebrow at your actions, wondering what exactly you were doing. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He demands, seeing that you were pulling some of your clothes out. “None of your business.” “It is my business.” “It actually isn’t. It stopped being your business when you cheated on me.” 

“You’re not leaving.” You turn around, wondering where he got the audacity of speaking to you like this. 

Oh, yeah. That’s right. He is the King of Curses. He feels the right to anything. So entitled. 

“I don’t want to see you anymore. Get out.” You say through gritted teeth. 

You wondered how long he was going to make you stay here. You really didn’t want to see him parading around with different women. 

“You don’t tell me what to do.” 

“Oh my god…” You mutter as you start to feel overwhelmed by him just standing in front of you. You really didn’t want to see him anymore. You wanted to get as far from him as possible. But he was keeping you locked up, like a bird in a cage. 

“Why?” You ask, feeling your voice crack from all of the stress from holding back everything you wanted to throw at him. “Why are you doing this to me? What have I done wrong to deserve this?” 

Sukuna purses his lips as he racks his brain for an answer. He knew the real answer though. You didn’t deserve it. You had been nothing but good and faithful towards him and this is how he repays you. 

The silence was more than enough for you. You finally had enough and you didn’t care what consequences would follow for your next actions. 

Without grabbing anything else, you walked past him, going back to your original plan. 

You could start over if you wanted to. Start over from scratch. It would be hard, but it beats staying at the castle with Sukuna in it. 

Everything in Sukuna’s brain was screaming at him to go after you. But that would only prove his earlier thoughts. That he was weak for you. 

So it took everything in his power to stay in his spot and not go after you. To hold you in his arms and hold you tight so you wouldn’t leave him. 

He holds his breath, gripping his own forearms tight to the point where his nails pierce his skin and draw blood. Once he’s sure that you’re out of the castle he lets himself breathe normally. 

“Fuck.” He spat before storming out of the room to release some of the anger that built up. 

*************

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months since you’ve last seen Sukuna. 

During those first few weeks, Sukuna went on a carnage in his own castle. It first started with the mistress. He didn’t want her in his sights or even in the castle anymore. If a servant looked at him wrong, then that servant would be dead in the next second. 

It was rough at first for you. Being a woman during this time period wasn’t the easiest. So starting anew wasn’t the easiest either. The crushing weight of reality bore down on you, causing you to go into a fit of depression. However, you pulled yourself together for a little bit of time. You were able to settle down by yourself. Living a small but purposeful life. 

Sukuna thought that you would return by now, and he would be able to keep you by his side. However, as time went by he realized that he would have to go out and get you himself. Something that he wasn’t happy about. 

The first little village he went to, there was no luck. You weren’t there which caused him to get even angrier, burning down the village. The second village, the same result. Word began to get around that the King of Curses was on a rampage and the people in your village began to worry if they were next. 

They started to come up with ideas and solutions to please the King of Curses. Gold? Pastries and goods? Sacrifices? 

Probably sacrifice, you thought to yourself. 

“Maybe he’ll like a whore for a sacrifice.” One of the elders said and everyone agreed. It got quiet, causing you to look up. Everyone was staring at you and you wanted to roll your eyes, but you held back your urges. 

“You have no evidence that I am a whore. “You calmly spoke. An old lady scoffs, “please. You’re new and alone. No husband or children. You were shamed from your last village of being a whore. So now you’re here. Do us a favor and just be the sacrifice.” 

You stood up, hands slamming down on the table. “You don’t know a single thing about me. And If I were you, I would shut up.” 

Next thing you knew, you felt a stinging slap to your face. The burning of your right cheek causes you to bite your tongue to hold back the pain. 

Your eyes move over to see one of the men, his hand still in the air as he had smacked you. 

“You watch how you talk to your elders, whore.” 

Your nostrils flare as you take a deep inhale, ready to yell at the man. However, someone interrupts. 

“He’s here!” 

You didn’t need to hear anything else to know that it was the King of Curses. Without saying another word, you start to walk off. 

However, you are stopped when someone grabs you by your wrist. 

“You’re not going anywhere.” 

You turn to see the same man who slapped you. He was yanking you towards the direction of the commotion and you started to thrash harder against his grip. 

“Stop struggling. You’re only going to make it worse.” 

“No! Let go of me!” You shout, using your other hand to try to pry his fingers off of your own wrist. 

“Let her go.” 

The both of you freeze at the new voice. You clearly recognized the voice and you just wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. 

The man’s grip tightens on you as he yanks you forward so that you are now standing in front of the King of Curses. You faced the ground, some of it being grass, but most of it dirt. 

“H-here. My Lord. A sacrifice for you.” The man speaks up. 

“Didn’t I tell you that you were not to leave?” Sukuna states and you finally look up at him, mustering the strongest glare you could. 

Sukuna smirks as he looks into your eyes. You still had that fire in your eyes that he enjoyed. It was stronger right now. However, his eyes fixated on the blooming bruise on your right cheek. You clearly just got hurt and he had a gut feeling of what happened. 

His eyes glance over to the man gripping onto your wrist. So tight that it was starting to cut off the blood circulation to your hand, causing it to lose color. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sukuna’s question was aimed at the man. You could feel him tremble, just slightly. But he composed himself quickly, as if he knew what he was about to offer was going to make all the troubles go away. 

“Lord Sukuna. As an offering, we offer up this whore.” 

There was that word again. That word you hated. 

A word that Sukuna hated for you. You weren’t just some common whore. If you were going to be a whore, then you would only be his whore. 

Sukuna’s eyes narrow at him, a look that could only mean death after. The man understood that too. He started to tremble again, wondering why this was happening. 

“I don’t like to repeat myself.” Sukuna says, his voice dropping a couple of octaves. 

The man felt fear rumble through his body and his hand let go of your wrist. 

As soon as his hand left yours, you stumble a little. Sukuna takes this opportunity to grab ahold of your waist, pulling him right to his side. A small gasp leaves your lips as you collide into his side, the smell of smoke and blood flood your senses. 

You were so in shock of what was happening that you didn’t feel the slight movement of Sukuna or the strangled gasp of the man that had struck you. A thud followed suit causing you to look over. His head on the ground, blood pooling around the body. 

Satisfaction filled your body, happy that he was finally dead. 

“Now,” Sukuna says, turning to you, one of his hands cupping the side of your face. Warmth immediately envelops you, and you knew you should be scared, but you weren’t. In fact, you welcomed it a little. 

“Sukuna…” 

“Ah,” Sukuna tuts at you, successfully quieting you. You were expecting him to say something, but he didn’t. His lips were pressed together firmly. Like he was trying to think of the right words to say. 

You look around the carnage around you, blood, smoke and fire was what you could mostly see. Everyone was dead.

“I promise to make it up to you.” Sukuna suddenly says and you look back at him. He was looking at you, not saying anything else. But his eyes said everything. Everything that you already needed to know. 

He had done all this for you. Took out villages and murdered people just for you. Something about that made everything that more sentimental. 

You gave him a smile before wrapping your arms around him the best you could. He had done this all for you... just for you.

Sukuna started to feel more at peace with himself. Realizing that you weren't’ the reason for him feeling weaker.

In fact, he needed you in his life to feel stronger.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #oneshot #jjk fluff #sukuna x you #jjk angst #jujustsu kaisen x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna angst #sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff

[beenbaanbuun]

the friend - opposites attract universe

a knock against the door has hongjoong startled, pulling him from the task at hand. his hands that were delicately massaging your scalp soon disappear, instead finding their way to your shoulders to push you gently from his path. you whine in mock complaint as he shuffles you to sit in front of his husband instead, but then seonghwa’s skilled fingers lace themselves in your soft barnet and all is well again. your eyes flutter closed and your head tips back.

“fickle little thing,” hongjoong muses as he straightens his slacks. his fingers brush over the pinstriped material, knocking away the creases from sitting in them, before he begins to move towards the archway that separates the living room from the foyer. “she really will crumble for anyone who shows her attention.”

he mutters that last bit under his breath, sharing an amused chuckle with himself as he wraps his hand around the brass doorknob. the wooden door is heavy and takes more than a little effort to yank open, but with a helpful hand from someone on the other side, it seems much easier. the ringed hand that came to his aid soon drops from the ornate door, swinging back down to the side of its owner. hongjoong can’t help but smile when he sees who it belongs to—his good friend song mingi is at his door.

hongjoong smiles at the man as he takes his sunglasses off and tucks them in the pocket of his black hoodie; it was a style choice hongjoong never really got behind, but mingi insisted that dressing so casually was ‘cool’ and not to mention ‘handy for his line of work.’ hongjoong is still convinced that you can take care of werewolves whilst dressing properly, but after several conversations on the matter, he’s come to the conclusion that mingi is simply just too stubborn to care. it’s fine, hongjoong tells himself; it’s all a part of what makes the giant on his doorstep so loveable.

“no yunho today?” hongjoong asks as he sidesteps just enough to let mingi through the door. “you two are normally inseparable.” there’s a strange expression on mingi’s face as hongjoong moved to push the door closed. it’s sheepish and shy and not at all like mingi, almost as if he’s ashamed of something. the door clicks shut just as the taller man shrugs which in itself is suspicious. the pair are normally attached at the hip; for mingi to not know exactly where the artist is at any given point in time is wrong. hongjoong sucks his teeth like he’s about to start scolding a child. “mingi, what have you done?”

“nothing!” the young man complains, tone defensive and annoyed. “why would you assume it’s me that’s done something and not yunho?”

its said like a child blaming their sibling for something, and hongjoong has to tense all of his face muscles to stop himself from cracking a smile. mingi makes it almost impossible for him not to have a soft spot for the man. so selfless yet so childish, hongjoong finds it easy to adore him. it’s probably why he’s been friends with the unsophisticated rascal for so many years.

“because i know if yunho had done something he would’ve already apologised and fixed the matter at hand,” it’s true, although it is entirely possible that yunho had apologised for something and mingi was just being his usual difficult self about it. hongjoong suspects that if that were the case, though, the man in his foyer would be a whole lot poutier. he thinks its safe to assume that this is a mingi-caused problem, as so many things are. “now tell me what’s wrong or i’ll invite yunho over to tell me himself.”

mingi’s jaw clenches, the muscles ticking like a clock as he mulls over his options. on one hand, he doesn’t want to be scolded by hongjoong, on the other, he really doesn’t want to have to face yunho right now. he knows one look at his friend will have him bent double, begging for forgiveness and he’s not quite ready to do that. he wants to hang onto his pride for just a little while longer.

so he sighs and closes his eyes, mentally preparing himself for the berating he’s about to get from hongjoong. his lungs fill with oxygen and he’s just about to confess his wrongdoings when he hears it; the sound of his saviour.

“hongjoong?” your brashly optimistic voice echos through the room as the soft pitter-patter of your bare feet grows nearer, and for the first time ever, mingi finds himself thanking the devil for your existence. usually he’s pretty impartial to you, loving to tease you more than he loves you. now, though? demons, he could kiss you if he wasn’t absolutely sure that hongjoong would have yeosang pinning him to the floor by his throat within seconds.

screw the fact that mingi once cared for yeosang like he was one of his own; the once feral pup is well and truly loyal to the kim family now…

mingi watches as the lilac of your sweater-covered arms wraps around hongjoong’s waist like a belt. the man relaxes into your hold, the accusatory look on his face melting away as you tuck your face into his neck. “seonghwa was wondering how long you’d be. he misses you.”

hongjoong chuckles and rolls his eyes.

“you mean you miss me?” he purrs, brining a hand up to pet at your messed up hair. mingi’s surprised seonghwa let you slip from his grasp without carefully laying each individual strand of hair back into position. no doubt the man is seething about your escape in the next room over. “seonghwa can live without me for a few moments, dove. you, on the other hand, are forever proving that you can’t.”

“yeah, sure, whatever,” you admit, “i miss you, i guess.”

hongjoong cranes his neck to kiss the side of your head, a toothy grin on his face as he holds his lips to you for a few more seconds than necessary. mingi finds himself rolling his eyes at the unnecessary display of affection, but he’s be lying if he said he didn’t feel something stirring inside of his chest. it’s cute, he admits to himself, but that doesn’t mean he needs to see it. he’s actually more than grateful when hongjoong pulls away from you with a gentle sigh.

“let’s go back to the lounge then, my pretty little dove,” hongjoong murmurs, and mingi feels the weight of the world fall from his back. he’s have to thank you later for tearing hongjoong’s attention from him. “you can wake yeosang from his nap; i’m sure the mutt would be more than happy to see that mingi is here to visit.”

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez oneshot #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #opposites attract universe #matz x reader #poly ateez #poly ateez x reader

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for intentionally giving someone bedbugs?

So, a few years ago, I (17 at the time) got bedbugs. I'm still not sure where from because it was only me who had them. Maybe from visiting a friend's house, maybe from the hotel I went to for a convention, or maybe I was just unlucky and picked them up off someone in public. Regardless, I had bedbugs and was the only one in my house that did. Because of my relationship with my parents and a very intense fear of getting in trouble, I was convinced I'd be scolded for having them/seen as gross, so I didn't tell anyone I had them. I just killed them on sight and every other day used the vacuum on every side of my mattress.

Now, while this was happening, my parents were arranging for a family friend's daughter "K" (15 at the time) to move in with us. Her and I really didn't get along. She was generally rude to me, shittalked my little sister constantly. My friend had told her about something that happened between me and a family member where I was abused, something that I didn't tell the rest of our family, and K was threatening to tell them about it. The issue is this would cause a LOT of unrest and stress on my family that I thought would be worse than keeping the event a secret, so I told her not to. She said she wouldn't, and then went back on that and told my parents anyways. I barely managed to convince them she got it mixed up with something else that happened, and everything was mostly fine.

Anyways, point is, I REALLY did not like K. She was moving in with us because her parents are, frankly, terrible people and don't really take proper care of her. So, my parents wanted to give her a better environment for a little while. I wanted to give her a chance because I knew she didn't have the best background or anything, even if I didn't like her.

She got here and didn't have a bed get (we set up an air mattress and the plan was to get a new bed for me and give my old one to her since it was still a really good bed, but I was due for a new one because of growing). I was trying to figure out how to come clean about the bedbugs before the switch.

That is, until she started being a jerk while at our house. She was stealing from the fridge and then blaming it on me. She was lying to my parents and sneaking out. She was lying ABOUT me and my parents to hers, telling them and her friends that we were abusing and neglecting her. She cut the screen of the guest room window to sneak a boy into our house in the middle of the night. She refused to help me and my sister with chores, which got ALL of us into trouble when they didn't get done.

I don't know if it was just the cumulative stress of the situation, school, and the bedbugs or if I just really felt like being terrible, but I didn't tell anyone about the bedbugs.

Then, we put my old bed in the guest room, and I got a new bed after a while. She started getting bug bites and after maybe two weeks my parents found out about the bed bugs. We deep-cleaned the house and had to get rid of the whole bed set.

To this day, my family believes K brought the bedbugs because of her home situation. I have only told a few of my friends about this. In hindsight, I feel bad because bedbugs are terrible and I made it seem like she'd brought them herself. I'm conflicted because I generally feel guilty over lying about it, but I also feel a little justified for my little bit of revenge. AITA??

#aita #am i the asshole

[chaos-in-deepspace]

LNDs: Romance/General Headcanons

Yoooooo so here's some headcanons I have for all the boys in Love and Deepspace! I say headcanons but some of this stuff is just straight up canon. This is mainly to help me figure out how I want to write each boy as well, think of it like a warm-up.

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+. Warnings: None

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Xavier

General Headcanons

Xavier is the kind of guy who will 100% own some of the softest blankets known to man. He has an entire cupboard in his apartment just filled to the brim with them, as well as soft pillows.

His phone is almost exclusively on "Do Not Disturb". He has it so emergency contacts can still text and call him and he'll get a notifications. You are the only emergency contact.

If someone near him yawns, he has to. It's one of those things he can't help. Xavier is also the type who will get a bit teary eyed when he yawns.

Xavier knows how to do a lot of things, almost like a Jack of all Trades. The issue is that he doesn't tell anyone he knows how to do things so he doesn't get roped into it. He'll normally play dumb around others if they are asking him to do so.

He can have full on conversations in his sleep. He won't recall anything that happens, and his eyes will be closed, but you can talk to him and he'll have responses. It's honestly kind of entertaining to ask him for things when he's asleep since he always will tell you yes.

Romance Headcanons

Xavier is an amazing cuddle buddy. He's normally pretty warm and his sweaters are always super soft like his blankets. He doesn't mind being the little or big spoon, and once you settle on a position he won't budge from it.

Xavier likes to hold hands with you whenever you guys are out walking together. However, his favorite is just hooking his pinkie with your own while making your way around town.

He's jealous and he's not subtle about it either. He'll glare at anyone who tries taking up your time and attempt to whisk you away at a moment's notice.

To add to the jealousy, he's also overprotective. If you so much as get a scrape while he's around, he's wanting to get you checked into the hospital. If only he could care about his own health as much as he cares for your own.

He's a fan of literally taking your breath away with his kisses. He always starts off with soft, almost shy kisses that then escalate to the point where you have to pry him off your mouth so you can breath again.

Zayne

General Headcanons

Zayne's coffee in the morning is normally filled almost halfway with flavored creamers. He has at least two flavors sitting in his fridge at all times, and whenever a new one comes out he'll snag it.

He's mastered the art of powernaps. He can be sitting on his computer at work and rest his cheek on his fist and pass out for about five to ten minutes if he knows he needs to quickly sleep. He's also pretty good at waking up a few minutes before his alarm goes off on days that he's not exhausted.

He's horrible when it comes to throwing away small candy wrappers while he's working. Normally they end up piling up on his desk when he's in the zone and he doesn't notice until he finished and sees they're scattered everywhere.

He bites the ends of his pen when he's working. He'll only do it if he owns it, but sometimes if he borrows a pen he notices it creeping up to his mouth and has to stop himself. Any old hoodies he owns, especially those from when he went to university, has bitten up strings.

There has been numerous times where it has been in the early hours of the morning and he hasn't slept at all. Still doing paperwork in his office and he can't find his glasses. He just can't seem to notice them anywhere and he knows he just had them. They're on top of his head. If you happen to see him looking around confused, just point at the top of your own head and he'll figure it out. He'll also figure out that he should probably go to bed at that point.

Romance Headcanons

Zayne is a sap when it comes to you. He has a photo of you and him as his phone background, as well as a different one for his laptop background. It's not like you often see his phone, but if you happen to glance he'll quickly lock it before you notice.

He also has a special ring tone for you, but that's not all. If his phone is set to vibrate, he has a custom made vibration for his phone that'll go off for both text messages and calls. That way he always knows if it's you.

At the start of your relationship he doesn't like any form of PDA other than holding your hand. He thinks those moments shared between the two of you is just that...between the two of you. However, as time passes on he'll slowly get a bit more bold in public places.

Despite being dominant in the relationship, he does let you take control of most situations at first. He doesn't like to be suffocating and believes you can make your own decisions. That is until your decisions become horrible decisions and he has to step and steer you into the right direction. Half the time he gets roped into it though. He is absolutely whipped.

He is whipped. You could probably suggest the two of you rob a bank together and he would seriously debate it. He is the voice of reason at the end of the day, but sometimes you make him question things, especially when you look at him with those puppy eyes.

Rafayel

General Headcanons

When Rafayel wakes up before noon, he is not coherent in the slightest for those first ten minutes. If anything you could consider him useless in the morning. He'll normally lay in bed until he's more awake, but if he gets up it's a train wreck. He'll be bumping into everything, not comprehend human speech, among other things.

He has had conversations with random sea creatures before. Once he went to the aquarium and just sat by the sting rays while chatting. They never replied, but he did manage to carry on the conversation well enough.

He will text you for the most random things known to man. Sometimes he uses you like a search engine instead of just looking it up. He'll also text you to come over because he left a glass of water in the kitchen and he's now in his studio. Thomas used to get these texts all the time and eventually he learned not to play along.

Rafayel is polyjamorous. His taste in music tends to vary a lot when he's working on a new painting. Sometimes it's to help him find inspiration, sometimes he just wants something to vibe to. On occasion he has a single song that he'll listen to on repeat until he manages to block it out. On other days he doesn't listen to any music, preferring the ambiance of the ocean with a window open.

He tends to video call more than normal phone calls. He likes to see the expressions of whoever he's speaking with so he knows how they're actually reacting to what he's saying. It also helps him know when someone is listening to him or just pretending and giving generalized responses.

Romance Headcanons

He has a secret sketchbook that he keeps. A lot of them are just random drawings of you or places the two of you have been together. He's not ashamed of it, he just doesn't know how you'd react to seeing a picture drawn of you half asleep, hanging off the sofa with drool on your face.

He's really inexperienced in relationships, at least in this life he is. He could go off the past with you, but that would be moving too fast. So he sometimes has these awkward moments of wanting to do so much more with you but knowing it's far too early in the relationship.

He is always wanting to all over you. It's to the extent that sometimes you have to pry him off so you can go to the restroom. His favorite position is with his arm around your waist and his head in your shoulder.

He will whine about you not spending enough time with him...while you're spending time with him. If he doesn't have you with him 24/7 then you aren't giving him enough attention. He does let you live a life, he just wishes he could be experiencing it all with you.

When he isn't being a total brat, he is super sweet. He will kiss your hands the moment they get near him, shower you in compliments, and if you so much as mention wanting something he'll have it for you within a day.

#loveanddeepspace #love and deepspace #Zayne Love and Deepspace #Xavier Love and Deepspace #Rafayel Love and Deepspace #Lnds #Lnds Rafayel #Lnds Zayne #Lnds Xavier #lnds x reader #x reader #reader insert #lnd #rafayel x reader #xavier x reader #zayne x reader #l&ds #l&ds rafayel #l&ds zayne #l&ds xavier #l&ds rafayel x reader #l&ds xavier x reader #l&ds zayne x reader

[nebuliias]

— hope is a thing with feathers!

ft. sunday and robin as your older siblings (headcannons)

cw: youngest sibling in the fam, gn! reader, family fluff, reader is between ages 12-14, PLATONIC, i went silly on some of them, reader is a halovian but no specified appearance other than halo and wings

a/n’s note: sunday and robin’s relationship mean sm to me its not even funny like HOYO PLZ MAKE THEM REUNITE I WILL SCREAM IF THEY DONT :((( honestly wish i had them as family yk

SUNDAY:

— even though he’s the leader of penacony and doesn’t have time to always spend time with you, sunday always makes up for it when he can.

— if you ever need help with an essay or math homework, he’ll assist you with it. even if it’s fucking 2+2, bro would still help you. heck at this point, he’ll do the whole worksheet for you. sunday loves you that much dawg.

— sunday would be rlly supportive for you, no matter what!! he’d encourage you to pursue your dreams, whether that’s becoming a nameless, a performer for the iris family, or something else entirely, he’ll be there alongside you every step of the way :3

— he’d be a bit strict with you, since you’re still young. would probably give you a curfew for when its night, like making you go to bed at 9pm at least. maybe a little later on the weekends. (does time even exist in the dreamscape i dont remember.)

— if you ask sunday VERY politely, (he’ll still oblige), he’ll sing you a lullaby for when you have trouble sleeping. tuck your blanket under your chin too while he’s at it, hehehe.

— LMAO IDK WHY THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME but imagine you’re dating someone and introduce sunday to your significant other, I FEEL LIKE HE’D BE POLITE AND ALL THAT BUT AS SOON AS YALL DILLY DALLY OR WTV HE’D BE GIVING THEM SIDE GLANCES EVERY ONCE IN AWHILE.

— like i said, he IS protective of you and will go on a rampage if they’re toxic or hurtful to you. :)

— btw, if you watched robin’s trailer, you can catch a glimpse of sunday polishing her halo. and yes, he would polish your halo too, since you’re also halovian, sometimes even preen your wings too if he’s not too busy.

— if you take band or theatre arts in school or figure skating, acrobatics or just SOMETHING that includes performances, sunday doesn’t give a shit if he has something to do, he will find a way to go to every single one bc he doesn’t wanna disappoint you as an older brother :(

— pats your head. a lot. literally a mom-sibling, you can’t tell me otherwise. will occasionally pick your outfits and asks for your opinion before you go out or make sure your school uniform is crisp and unwrinkled. (if your school has uniforms.)

— overall, sunday is a doting and compassionate older brother. he loves you with his whole being. <3

ROBIN:

— the best, nicest, loving, caring older sister you will ever have in your entire lifespan.

— like sunday, she would help you in any way possible. but she’s not the best when it comes to math homework :(( if you want, she’ll give you a pep talk though!! and trust me, robin gives out the best ad most encouraging pep talks ever like..

— if you do something hella devious, even if its 101% your fault, she’d side with you no matter what. this girl hardly gets to be silly due to her superstar reputation but when she has the chance, plz just let her be. (yall can be devious together.)

— would brush your hair for you!! it doesn’t matter whether you have short or long ass rapunzel-looking hair, she will somehow find a way to style it.

— definitely sang you songs during your childhood, and she still does! robin would hum a tune when you can’t sleep, or you simply just wanna destress and don’t feel like doing anything else. <3

— also like sunday, since she travels a lot, she’ll always make up for the lost time by brinking trinkets and gifts, maybe even bring you along with her during her one of her tours!

— also incredibly supportive in your passions! want to become a performer like her? she’ll be there rooting for you on the sidelines! wanna learn to sing and follow in her footsteps? sure, she’ll gladly teach you for free! (not like you had to pay anyway teehee.)

— robin would be somewhat protective of you as well, just not too strictly. after all, you should experience as much of the outside world as you can. 🎀

— i feel like she’s a horrible money spender.. (same..) if robin sees you glance at a piece of jewelry or smth hella expensive for 0.00001 nanoseconds, suddenly it’s in a gift bag at your desk when you get home from school with a little note from her along with some pastries she thought you’d like.

— if you gift her something, whether its handmade or you bought it with your own money, chances are she’ll keep it for the rest of eternity and repay you with a gift of her choice as well!!

— overall, robin is a sweet and soft older sister and is always there for you, no matter the distance that separates you!

#sunday x reader #robin x reader #sunday hsr #hsr sunday #robin hsr #hsr robin #hsr sunday x reader #hsr robin x reader #platonic love #hsr platonic #robin and sunday #robin and sunday hsr #i love sunday and robin sm yall dont understand how much they mean to me

[once-upon-the-earth]

Look I think I said it before somewhere but I need to talk about it again.

Aziraphale (in the show - his characterization differs in the book and I’m talking about show Aziraphale here) is a soft character. He started out as a soldier and he made the conscious decision to give the sword away to someone who would use it for protection, instead of keeping it to fight (leaving out the whole thing about War owning it later on cause that’s a different topic and definitely wasn’t what Aziraphale had in mind when giving away the sword). He also makes a conscious decision to look and act as non-threatening as possible, instead deciding to look soft and huggable and gay as hell a tree full of monkeys on nitrogen oxide. We don’t see him fighting anybody even when he gets the sword back - he just holds it and swings it around a little, he doesn’t even lift it when they face Satan (I think. I’d have to go back and watch again but I’m fairly sure he just stands in the background behind Adam with the tip of the sword facing the ground).

We know, or at least suspect from the scene where he fixes the hole in the wall that he’s physically strong and we know he’s still technically a soldier in Heavens eyes (Gabriel going „you’re a lean mean fighting machine“ and him having and possibly leading a platoon in Heaven) but he fully rejects that position in episode five to go back to Earth. He doesn’t want to be a soldier at all. He’s still a protector, we see this in season two with Jimbriel (he literally says „I said I would protect you and I will), but even THEN he doesn’t physically fight the demons entering the bookshop (he lights the circle but it’s Maggie and Nina throwing fire extinguishers and encyclopedias).

I know we as the fandom love badass Aziraphale. I love badass Aziraphale as well. I take a little bit of an issue with how him actually being badass is portrayed in fanfic sometimes because a lot of trying to make him physically fight demons comes across as trying to make him more masculine, more fit, less the campy, soft, kind character that he is and it annoys me. (A part of that is also how people try to make him more like Crowley, which I don’t like the undertones of either but that’s a whole different topic.) Both because I don’t like the implication that to make him badass you have to change that part of his character and because we’ve seen him being badass in the show already and it was either a) trying to protect humans/Crowley/Jimbriel, which involved a lot more threatening that him actually throwing hands or on one occasion b) him being bitchy (Furfur pronouncing his name wrong). It was him being kind and caring about people and their lives! And possibly their reading skills.

And I know there’s a lot of hope for more badass Aziraphale in season three, because hell yeah, Heaven getting obliterated from the inside? Absolutely. But when we get to see BAMF Aziraphale in season three (because I don’t doubt we will, in some form or other) I’d much rather see him be badass by outsmarting Heaven (magic tricks anybody?) and getting away with it or threatening the Metatron or whatever than by punching somebody in the face. And IF he does have to use physical violence, then I want there to be a reason for it and I want it to be portrayed as a bad thing. Like I want I to be the absolutely lowest point of the character because we know how much he detests doing it and he hates having to do it anyways.

In that case also want it to end with the Metatron dead in a ditch.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #gomens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale is soft and gay on PURPOSE and he’s ALSO badass these things don’t cancel each other out #there’s a balance #anyways that’s just my two cents on how I want that part of his character to play out #good omens season 2 #good omens season three #good omens s2 #good omens 3 #good omens season 3 #anthony j crowley #neil gaiman #aziraphale and crowley

[theotherbuckley]

I like you (because you're you) - bucktommy 2K

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“Who was that?” Tommy asks, walking up to where Buck’s sat on the couch, phone placed down in his lap. They’d just finished dinner, Buck had cooked a delicious pasta dish that had Tommy coming back for seconds. He’d told Buck how much he liked it, and Buck had promised he’d make it again before his phone started buzzing and he’d apologised before taking the call.

Buck gives him a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His cheerful self from earlier seemingly replaced with a faded version. He has this distant look in his eyes which he quickly blinks away before he speaks. “Uh, that was my friend Connor. He, uh, just wanted some of my medical records.” He waves his hand like it’s no big deal. It isn’t. Not really. His brain is just being stupid, is all.

Tommy raises his eyebrows before frowning. “Why’d he need those?” He questions, coming to sit down next to Buck. He places his hand on Buck’s thigh momentarily, squeezing softly like he just knows that Buck needs a little bit of comfort right now even if he doesn’t quite understand why.

“Uh, their son was at a doctor's appointment, just having a check-up or something, and I’m well— they used my sperm so, you know, they just want to make sure everything is in order, I guess,” he rushes out the last part, desperate to get the words out like if he says it fast enough Tommy won’t even realise what he’s said and it won’t cause any issues. 

Tommy’s brows rise further as he takes that in. Buck watches him process, afraid that his life will once again be too much for someone, and they’ll walk out. It’s what people do — when Buck inevitably becomes too much and when they decide what he’s offering, what he can’t give them, isn’t enough in return, they leave.

“Is that— is that a problem?” Buck hates the way his voice wavers as he speaks. Hates the way he can’t hide his emotions at all. He really likes Tommy, really wants him to stick around. He’ll do what he can to make that happen. He’ll make himself more useful so that Tommy won’t want to leave. He’ll—

“No, no, of course not.” Tommy says it like there’s no other answer. Like he can’t imagine anyone thinking that’s a problem. Buck waits for the inevitable ‘but’.

“But.” Buck braces. “But I’m just surprised I’ve never heard of this guy before is all,” Tommy says. Buck exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

“Oh uh, yeah, we— we aren’t really close.”

“But you donated sperm for him?” There’s genuine confusion in his voice.

“Yeah, well, I guess— he asked. I may not have spoken to him in a while but, I wasn’t gonna say no.”

“You have the biggest heart, Evan. I think what you did is incredibly honourable. How are they doing now?” Tommy asks gently, seemingly comfortable to move the conversation on.

“I’m—I'm not actually sure.” He sighs. “That was the first time they’d called since the birth. And that was only because they needed something.” He laughs at the end like his words don’t speak to some greater insecurity deep inside him. Like it doesn’t hurt that his friend hasn’t talked to him until they needed him.

“Ah,” Tommy says, and Buck can here the judgement dripping from his mouth. He’s not sure exactly what he’s done, but it’s always something. Maybe he should have been the one to check in on them, maybe—

“I don’t think he sounds like a very good friend,” Tommy states. 

Buck frowns, he didn’t expect him to say that. The truth is, Buck sometimes wonders that himself. What he lands on instead is that there must be something wrong with him. Because it’s not just Connor who wants things from him and then doesn’t care about any other part of Buck. It’s just how it’s always been. People take, and Buck gives. He gives, and he gives, and it’s never quite enough, but he tries.

“Sometimes I feel like people only like me when I’m useful,” Buck admits in a whisper, letting the words stuck inside his head free. It’s not that he thinks it; he knows it. He knows he’s only worth something when people can use him, and he’s lived with that his whole life. He was born to save someone, and he failed, but that’s his whole purpose even now. 

He saves people for a living. He’ll babysit whenever anybody asks, he’ll be your trivia partner when you need to win. He’ll let his friends use him for his sperm. And it’s not that he doesn’t want to. He does. He loves doing these things for his friends because he can. But sometimes it hurts a little knowing that it’s not him that they want. They just… like his ability to do things.

“Evan, I like you. Regardless of anything you can or can’t do. I like you.” Tommy emphasises the you like Buck being Buck is somehow special.

Buck can’t stop the wet laugh that escapes his throat. He shakes his head, sniffles before composing himself. “No, no,” he says, because it’s not true, it can’t be. “But—but it’s okay because I’ll make sure you don’t get bored of my I-I’ll cook dinner, and I’ll do the dishes, and I’ll make sure we always win at trivia and— and I don’t know anything about cars or Muay Thai, but I’ll learn.” Buck’s rambling, the words tumbling out of his mouth in one breath. He needs to make sure Tommy knows that he’ll do his best; even if it’s hard, he’ll be useful because then Tommy will stay, and he really wants Tommy to stay.

“Evan.” It’s that soft voice again. Placating, like he’s talking to a small child. Like he’s trying to get him to listen.

Buck shifts his gaze from the floor to Tommy. He looks sad. Buck wishes he wasn’t the one to make him look like that. He tries to smile at him, anything to bring those soft creases at the edges of Tommy’s eyes back, but his heart’s not really in it.

“Evan,” Tommy says again, locking his eyes on Buck’s. “You don’t need to be useful for me to like you. I like you because you’re adorable. I like you because you’re funny and you don’t care what people think. ‘Who cares’, right?” Tommy chuckles. Buck likes that sound. “I like that you were willing to try again with me, even if you bought me god-awful coffee with it.” Buck lets out a wet chuckle at that. “I look at you, Evan, and I see someone who cares so deeply about your friends. Willing to put your life on the line for others. But it’s more than that, I like the way you ramble about random things you find on the internet, and how you try out 100 different lasagna recipes because you need to find the right one even though you burn half of them.”

“Hey!” Buck says in weak protest. He’s right, though. There’s a warmth in his chest at the fact that Tommy noticed.

Tommy keeps going. “I like how big your smile gets when you talk about Chris or Jee-Yun. I like the way that your cheeks turn the colour of your birthmark when you’re flustered. I just— I really like you, Evan. You could— you don’t have to cook for me every day or give me the answers at trivia night for me to want you to stick around. I like you because you’re you.”

Buck can’t stop the tears trickling down his cheeks. His whole life has been about being useful, and it’s so hard to believe anything different but the way Tommy talks about him. Like maybe he really does see him. “I don’t know how to— I want to believe you but it’s just, every relationship I’ve had has felt like people want something from me. Abby needed help when her mom died, and then she just left. I always felt like Ali just wanted a place to crash when she was in town. I mean, she’s the reason I have this apartment in the first place. Taylor just wanted sex at first, and then she started getting insights into news stories from the firehouse, and she always valued that more than spending time with me. She’d ask me how my day was, not because she cared but because she wanted to know if there was anything worth writing about. Hell, she even published a book about me. Even after it was over, she used me as much as she could.” The tears are flowing faster now, and his voice cracks as he speaks. It’s stupid to get so emotional about this, but Buck can’t stop now. Now that he’s opened the faucet of this insecurity of his, it’s like everything he’s been bottling inside is bubbling to the surface and he can’t stop it.

“And Nat—Natalia,” Buck continues, hiccuping through his tears. “She just wanted to understand my death. Asked me a hundred— a hundred questions about what it was like, and at first, I thought maybe she could actually see me, but I feel like she was just using me for something too.” Buck wipes his face. He’s sure he must look like a mess right now — tear-streaked face, snot dripping down from his nose. Tommy doesn’t deserve to deal with all this. “Sorry,” Buck chuckles,  the sound getting caught in his throat. “You didn’t need to hear about all that.”

“Hey,” Tommy says, moving closer towards Buck. He tucks his fingers under Buck’s chin forcing him to look Tommy in the eyes. He holds Buck’s face tenderly in his hand, always so gentle. “You can talk to me about anything, and I will listen, okay?”

“I don’t want to bore you,” Buck says softly, moving to look down at the ground once more but Tommy doesn’t let him get away, holding him firmly yet soft, like Buck’s something precious.

“You couldn’t,” Tommy replies sincerely. “If it weren’t for you, how else would I know that the Australians started a war on emus, huh?” He jokes.

“And lost,” Buck whispers because he can’t help it.

“And lost!” Tommy repeats. Buck had gone on a tangent about it just the other day. He’d gone to the zoo with Christopher, and they’d been having a lot of fun until they stood too close to the fence, and an emu had come up and startled them. Buck had decided in that moment that he needed to find out every single detail about them, which led him to discovering that in 1932, Australia declared war on emus —and then proceeded to lose. He’d met up with Tommy after and rambled about his findings because he thought it was absolutely hilarious. Tommy sat there smiling at him, evidently listening to every word that he said, taking it in and remembering it all.

“I like listening to you talk, Evan. I like you. And I’ll tell you that as much as you need to hear. Now,” Tommy claps his hands together. “Tomorrow, I’m cooking for you. You don’t need to do anything except sit there and look pretty. Let someone do something for you for once. Okay?”

Buck just nods, wiping at his eyes before slumping into Tommy’s now open arms and relishing in the comfort of his boyfriend. He doesn’t quite believe him, not yet. He wants to. It’s just prior experience has moulded his brain a certain way and now he just can’t believe any different. He wants to. He wants someone to like him, to love him, even when he can’t be useful. He hopes that maybe Tommy will show him that that’s possible.

For now, he tucks his head into Tommy’s shoulder, clutches onto him like he’s going to disappear and lets himself be held. Tommy kisses his birthmark like it’s sacred, holds him and tells him he likes him over and over. Buck thinks maybe he really does.

#911 abc #911 fandom #evan buck buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #purple writes #911 fic #911 fanfic #911 show

[regressionschool]

Still prepping for preschool

Ellie shifted uncomfortably, feeling the bulk of her diaper pressing against her. It was undeniably wet, and the squishy sensation made her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She tried to focus on her coloring book, but the soggy reminder between her legs was impossible to ignore.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Daddy stepped in. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he took in the scene. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a warm smile that hid his playful intentions.

"Hello, princess," Daddy said, his voice dripping with sweetness. "How’s my little girl doing?"

Ellie looked up, her lower lip trembling. "I... I had an accident," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

Daddy’s smile widened, and he walked over, crouching down beside her. "Oh, did you now?" he teased, gently patting the front of her diaper. The wetness squished under his touch, making Ellie cringe.

"Looks like someone’s not ready for big girl panties," Daddy said with a chuckle. "Maybe we should keep you in diapers a bit longer, hmm?"

Ellie’s eyes welled up with tears of frustration. “I want to go to preschool, Daddy! I really do!"

Daddy’s expression softened, though the teasing glint in his eyes remained. "I know you do, sweetheart. But it’s okay to need diapers. After all, they’re there to keep you dry and comfy, aren’t they?"

Ellie nodded reluctantly, wiping a tear from her cheek. Daddy pulled her into his lap, his arms wrapping around her in a comforting embrace. She nestled against him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest.

"You know, I kind of like seeing you in diapers," Daddy murmured, his voice gentle but teasing. "It means you still need me to take care of you."

Ellie sniffled, but a small smile tugged at her lips. Despite her frustration, there was something comforting about Daddy’s words. She felt safe and loved, even in her embarrassing moments.

Daddy rocked her gently, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. "Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?" he said after a moment. "I think someone needs a fresh diaper."

He stood up, carrying Ellie effortlessly to the changing table in the corner. As he laid her down, she felt a mixture of relief and embarrassment. Daddy’s touch was tender and practiced, making quick work of removing the wet diaper and cleaning her up.

"There we go, all fresh and clean," Daddy said, securing a new diaper around her waist. He lifted her back into his arms, giving her a playful squeeze. "See? Isn’t that better?"

Ellie nodded, a genuine smile breaking through her frustration. "Thanks, Daddy," she whispered, hugging him tightly.

"Anytime, princess," Daddy replied, kissing the top of her head.

featuring the adorable @stillpreppingforpreschool

#ab/dl diaper #diaper captions #ab/dl stories #diaper stories #ab/dl caption #ab/dl girl #regression school #wetting diaper #diaper bulge

[beneathstarryskies]

~just a kento nanami drabble~

warnings: fem!reader, smut, creampie, workplace shenanigans, not edited

Kento’s tie is firm around your wrists. He always takes such care to make sure he doesn’t make the knot too tight. Your panting causes a steamy fog across the pristine, shiny surface of his desk as your front is completely pressed against it. Only your ass is raised, your feet don’t even touch the floor anymore. Kento has taken to just holding your hind end up to accommodate his deep, hard thrusts. 

“Mmm, fuck, that’s it,” he grunts. “Keep squeezin’ me just like that.” 

You bite your lip to keep from letting your moans escape. Once they start escaping, you won’t be able to stop them and there’s no way someone outside the office wouldn’t notice. 

“Kento,” you whine. 

“Ssh, baby,” he leans down to kiss your cheek softly. “I’m here.” 

He knows he’s had you in this position for too long. He sits in his office chair, gently guiding you to settle on his lap. You whine as his cock settles inside you at this new angle. One of his arms keeps you pinned to his chest and the other is between your thighs to rub your swollen clit. 

“Better?” he asks in a gruff whisper as he begins rocking his hips. 

“Mmhm,” you nod eagerly. 

Your head falls back against his shoulder and you lay against his chest. His soft office shirt feels nice against your bare back, and his sturdy build makes you feel safe to just relax and accept every bit of the pleasure he’s giving you. 

Kento watches your face with reverence in his eyes. Your eyelashes flutter and your forehead glistens with sweat. When you catch him staring, you smile so sweetly as though he’s not balls deep inside of you. Even now, during what most would consider a kinky mid-day rendevous, he’s struck by how much he adores you. The way your face glows with pleasure as he rubs your clit thrills him more than anything else he’s experienced in life. 

“Ken,” you whine. “I’m gonna cum.” 

He kisses you eagerly, swallowing up your moans as you hit your peak. The pleasure washes over you in steady rolls. Kento presses his forehead against your shoulder. 

“I’m gonna cum inside, okay?” 

“Yes.” 

With a few more sloppy thrusts, he’s trembling underneath you as he paints your walls with his thick cum. You’re both limp in his chair, and dreading the moment you have to part. 

“Fuck, I don’t want to go back to work,” you pout. 

Kento kisses your cheek, “Let’s stay like this just a little longer.” 

#🌟written in the stars #nanami x reader #nanami x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #nanami kento x you

[wooahaes]

from down the hall

pairing: non-idol!hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: hurt/comfort. neighbors au.

warnings: reader having a bad day. mentions of reader wearing makeup. crying.

word count: ~1.8k

daisy's notes: face masks... self care.... mwah....

Quietly, you dropped your bag next to the front door. If you had someone to come home to, you would have called out to them there. Instead, you just let yourself cry at long last while you slip out of your shoes. You set them aside, taking just a minute to sit on the step up into your apartment. The dam broke, and you buried your face in your hands. How could one day go so wrong? 

Instead, you pulled yourself together. You roughly wiped at your eyes, makeup coming off onto your sleeve, and slipped into your house slippers before continuing further into the apartment. No point in mourning a depressing day. You made your way into your bathroom, pulling down a bottle of makeup remover as you slowly began to remove the look you’d put together for your birthday. The foundation came off on the multiple cotton rounds you roughly wiped your face with, and then the eyeshadow and the eyeliner and the mascara. Soon enough, you were staring at your bare face, looking so tired now. That wasn’t where your routine ended though: a cleanser, and then exfoliating. You looked through the face masks you’d bought last time you were at the store, and plucked one that you’d been saving for a rainy day. Today, for sure, was the rainy day to end rainy days. But you could put it on after you changed into your pajamas. Tonight was officially a self care night, the pick-me-up you truly needed today.

So you threw it onto the couch, and then made your way to your bedroom. You stripped off each article of clothing, tossing it into your laundry basket. Tomorrow morning, you’d do laundry once you came home from work. You pulled on a camisole, stopping to admire yourself for just a moment. Self confidence was not something you had in spades, but you were working on it, and admiring yourself when you felt you looked great was a baby step you were glad to take. Then one of your hoodies, and then the softest pair of pajama pants you had.

Halfway to your couch, there was a knock on your door. So you made your way over there, opening the door to reveal Hyunjin. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him now, admiring how pretty he looked compared to the messy, tired-looking you. His hair was pulled in that half-up style you’d always liked on him, and he looked like he’d come home from work in a button-up and dress pants. The top buttons had been left undone, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He looked you over, and suddenly you were all too aware of how you must have looked to him. Hyunjin was radiant in every way that you felt you weren’t.

“Are you busy?” He asked after a moment. He looked down to where he was carrying a little cardboard box in one hand. “I brought you something.” 

Your gaze flickered down to the box for a second before returning to his face. He seemed nervous, and you couldn’t help but wonder why. “Um. No.” Then you paused, realizing how curt that had been. “Do, uh, do you wanna come in?”

He bit his bottom lip for a second before letting it go. “Do… you want me to? It’s your birthday, so I thought you would have been spending time with—”

All at once, you broke again, too easily for your own liking. Hyunjin’s eyes widened, and he stepped a little closer, unsure of what to say or do. You just shook your head, and he stepped back just as quickly. “I—” You hiccuped. “I’m sorry, I—”

Hyunjin held out the box to you. “Here,” he said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Just wait here, okay?”

You accepted the box from him, holding it carefully in your hands while tears continued to stream down your cheeks. Hyunjin disappeared down the hall to his own apartment, letting himself in as you quietly stewed in your own emotions. The two of you were… friends, in a loose sense, at least. The two of you shared polite conversation often enough. For a moment, you wracked your mind to figure out when you mentioned your birthday to him for him to know. Then it clicked: a week ago, you’d told him that your birthday was today. It’d  been an offhanded thing when he asked if you had any exciting plans coming up. You’d just smiled and said that you were probably going out with some friends on your birthday…

And then that fell through for reasons you didn’t want to remember quite yet. It still stung to even think about now, and you just pushed it back toward the back of your mind. 

When Hyunjin came back to you, he was dressed far more comfortably in a t-shirt and sweatpants. A bag hung loosely from his shoulders, and he jostled it while pushing a few loose strands of his hair from his eyes. “Should we…?”

You stepped out of the way wordlessly, and Hyunjin quietly made his way into your apartment. You shut the door, securing it before following him to where he’d started taking in the sight of your apartment.

“It’s nice in here,” he said softly. “It smells like citrus.”

No doubt because of the air freshener you used. You always cycled through different scents you liked throughout the year, and right now you’d gone with sweet citrus. “Thank you?”

He dropped his bag onto your couch, noticing the face mask. “Do you have another?” He picked it up, turning to you. “If not, it’s okay.”

Your mouth went dry all of a sudden, and you just pointed toward the bathroom. He stooped down to drop the package onto your coffee table before starting toward it, only to stop halfway as he turned to you again.

“Is it okay if I…?”

You just nodded, unsure of what else to say. A few minutes later, he returned to you with a face mask in his hands, saying that he would buy you another one to replace it—and maybe a few others, if you wanted. He took care of his skin a lot, apparently. He turned back to you, only to realize something.

“Is it okay that I’m…?” He glanced around your apartment. “Your boyfriend isn’t going to fight me, is he?”

You blinked. “Boyfriend?”

“Don’t you…?” He trailed off, brows furrowing. “I see that guy leaving your apartment sometimes.” 

Guy…? It clicked a second later. “Jeonghan isn’t my boyfriend, he’s my brother.” 

He gave you a strange look. “What?”

“Adoptive brother,” you clarified. It was far from the first time you had to do that, too. “He comes by a lot to check on me—that’s all it is.” 

“Oh.” He slowly settled down onto your couch. “So you’re single?”

Part of you wanted to call him out right then and there and see what he was trying to do. Instead, your voice had caught in your throat, and all you could do was give a sheepish nod in response. “Mhm.” 

He nodded to himself, looking toward your TV. “Do you want to watch something? I brought my laptop—and I took a cable from Felix so we could hook it up…” He trailed off for a moment, and then looked at you again. “If you want?” 

Finally, you gathered yourself for one important question. “What are you doing?”

Hyunjin went beet red at the question, as if hit with the realization that the two of you weren’t close. On friendly terms, yes, but close enough for him to just come into your apartment and spend time with you…? He stood up, all too aware of how awkward this must be. “I can go—”

“No!” You said it too quickly, too impulsive in your need to not be alone anymore tonight. “It’s okay,” you said after a moment. “You can stay. I just…” You fiddled with the sleeve of your hoodie. “I wanted to ask.” 

Hyunjin looked sheepish now, face still flushed. “I thought you shouldn’t be alone on your birthday. And I thought that… we talk… It’s not like I’m a stranger…” 

Something about how flustered he was now almost made you giggle. How cute could one person be? “It’s okay,” you said again as you made your way to the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink? I’ve got water, different sodas… I can make tea, too—”

“Water is fine.”

With two bottles in hand, you returned to Hyunjin and curled up on the other end of the table. He popped open the pink box, revealing a few plain cupcakes inside.

“I wasn’t sure what flavor you liked, so I just got vanilla…” He looked up. “Is that okay?”

Your heart swelled in your chest. How much had he thought of you…? “That’s more than okay,” you said.

Over the next thirty minutes, the two of you had grown more comfortable. You found a movie the two of you agreed on (at your insistence—you knew what you liked, but you didn’t want to subject Hyunjin to something he hated), and you curled up with your cupcake in hand. Eventually, you looked up to see Hyunjin with a sketchbook resting in his lap, glancing up at you every so often. 

“Are you drawing me?”

He nodded. He looked down one more, and then turned the sketchbook to face you, revealing a light sketch of you—still messy, but you could make out key features already. “It’s a birthday present,” he said. “You can keep it when I’m done.” 

Speechless, you just smiled at him, unsure of what you could say that could thank him enough for everything he was doing for you. You just settled back into the couch, smiling to yourself as you hugged a pillow against your chest.

“Hey…” Hyunjin nudged you with his foot. “I just wanted to say I…” He trailed off for a moment.

You turned your head, watching the way he gazed at you with so many words unspoken. Yet the soft look in his eyes told you so much more. Maybe tomorrow you would tell him that you knew, and that you’d be okay with going out with him sometime. Instead, you let him be flustered as he watched you for a few seconds longer.

“Happy birthday,” he finally settled on. “I hope you’re happier now.”

And you were. All thanks to the guy from down the hall who took the initiative to make this birthday better.

taglist: @twancingyunhao @weird-bookworm @bangchansbae @jinnie-ret @cheesemonky

#wooahaes.fic #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids imagine #skz imagine #stray kids x you #skz x you #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin fluff #hyunjin x you #wooahaes.24

[kursedmayo]

This is gonna be a a bit of a controversial take but to me Farcille to me is not very appealing since Falin and Marcille's relationship is a bit too complex to be boxed into a simple ship. There's both gay, platonic and familial implications and I don't think I've seen this type of relationship in media before actually.

In the Anime they really went all in on the yuri domtext- I refuse to call it subtext because its not, in fact sub (jk) but in the manga it's a bit more ambigious. In both media though they're portrayed as close, like way too close just to be friends. I think this might have to do with initial impressions, Marcille treating Falin like a little sister while Falin treats Marcille more like friend.

If you've read the Manga there was an implication that at some point Marcille wanted a younger sibling, but apparently she ended up being the youngest and the last child (if my memory serves correct). When she met Falin, she was a bit shy, tomboy-ish, and seemingly carefree when they met, which can sometimes be perceived as someone being pretty childish. Because of that, in her mind Marcille may have somewhat adopted the idea that Falin is younger than her and such, and then her subconscious childhood desires made her think of Falin as a little sister. I myself is more receptive to receiving or initiating touch with my brothers since I'm comfortable with them, so I can see why they're comfortable being physically close often.

This may also be why she dislikes Toshiro (Shuro) so much, she was particularly defensive of her little sister. I kinda doubt Falin discussed ever wanting to get into a relationship so maybe Marcille wanted to beat back unwanted suitors? At the same time this may just be her being jealous and not wanting to let Falin go, which can be interpreted to be something due to romantic feelings for Falin.

Meanwhile, when Falin met Marcille her impression was that she was a cool academic girl that took interest in her and befriended her. Marcille is most likely her first friend at that point and quickly became her best friend. She clearly admires Marcille and good LORD have you seen that bath house scene?? It was much less yurified in the Manga since Marcille was clearlu tired from using ancient magic and was having delayed reactions but I really dont think that was sisterly in any shape or form, it seems far too intimate. Keep in mind she was the one who initiated the hand locking in the bath house, not Marcille, so that may imply sometjing. So this brings me to my final conclusions.

Marcille probably thinks of Falin like a little sister or at least perceives Falin as someone younger than her that she wants to take care of. At the same time though her relationship with Falin is also hard to define completely by familiar or platonic because Laois is literally there for comparison and their relationships don't seem very similar to me.

On the other hand, Falin most likely sees Marcille as her best friend, someone either her equal or greater in skill or talent. When she has a slightly embarassing problem (like her constant flushed cheeks) she wants help with, she trusted Marcille enough to go straight to her instead of figuring it out herself so that says quite a lot, considering Falin seems to be of the independent type and don't like bothering people. However, there are also some odd vibes regarding her behavior with Marcille that prevents me from also waving Farcille off, so again I hesitate to box their relationship nearly into a single category.

So yeah. No hate to Farcille but I think I'd rather label these two weirdos with "???" instead of just friends, sisters or girlfriends. It feels a bit more accurate that way.

#text #kursed rambles #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #falin touden #marcille donato #farcille #might edit later

[in1-nutshell]

Honestly just any of the tfp opposite personality daughters and their dads reaction on getting a partner.  One of my favorite tropes, when done right, is the overprotective father simply because their realizing that their little girl is growing up

Optimus feels like he’d be totally okay with Maxima dating as long as their partner treats her well, he’s just big an intimidating so he accidentally scares the partner

Ratchet is the exact opposite.  He still remembers when she would cling to him after a nightmare, when she was small enough to hold with one servo, WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE’S DATING SHE'S TOO YOUNG FOR THAT (she’s a grown adult)

Ultra magnus is intimidating and means to be intimidating.  If someone wants to court his daughter they're going to need to reach his expectations and then some.  And while he does apply these same expectations to everyone, and as long as they're trying and not actively going against them, then he’ll be as lenient as he’s capable of being.  Unless you’re trying to date his daughter, then you better fucking exceed his impossibly high expectations.

Steve gets a pass because Ophilia’s dads a dick.  Though having Bee offhandedly mention Ophilia’s conjux to Optimus and Ratchet would be funny.  Or fuck it, mtmte Megatron just gets thrown threw a portal and now steve does have to pass a megatron who actually cares about his daughter’s judgment.  He’s too old for this, he’s just happy that Ophilia found someone that makes her happy.

How have I not thought about this?!?!

Well that's going to change right now!

Hope you enjoy!

Maxima, Lithia, Rapidfire, and Ophelia's dad's/guardian's react to their partners

SFW, Familial, Romance, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

TFP/RiD 2015/MTMTE

Maxima

Overall, if Optimus caught wind that Maxima did have feelings for a fellow bot, he would be one of the most accepting on this list about the news.

Of course, there’s that little side that he can’t believe his kid is growing up.

His little bean is becoming big!

But does well in accepting it and supporting Maxima.

As long as the bot loves her, respects her, and treats her well there isn’t going to be a problem.

Optimus trust Maxima in picking her partner, but also wouldn’t mind playing match maker if it was okay.

 (Maxima and Grimlock)

 Grimlock isn’t too worried when it’s the meet and greet time.

He does have some confidence in himself and in the relationship, he built with Maxima.

Yes, there is some intimidation.

It’s Optimus Prime for crying out loud!

Not that Optimus is aware he is doing it.

Our fellow dinobot may do some goofy things to try and impress Optimus and show off to him and Maxima that he does have what it takes to be a good Conjunx.

But the display of strength is not what gives Grimlock the green light.

It was a little moment the Prime had accidentally stumbled on that did.

Maxima and Grimlock are standing in one of the aisles of the scrapyard.

Maxima has a bit of a worried look on her faceplate looking at her Conjunx.

“Grim you’ve been acting a bit weird today, especially with the hit you took earlier. Is everything okay?”--Maxima

Grimlock puffs his chassis.

“Of course I am! What kind of Conjunx would I be if I wasn’t strong enough!”--Grimlock

“Grim you took a steel column to the back when you were showboating earlier.”--Maxima

“But I’m okay ain’t I?”--Grimlock

Maxima sighs a bit and sits on the floor, patting the side next to her.

Grimlock sits down next to her.

Maxima pulls him by the neckcables down, so his helm is on her lap.

“You can talk to me Grimlock.”--Maxima

She starts petting his helm gently, watching his dino optics sagging a bit.

“I just wanted to show I was a strong Conjunx for ya that’s all.”--Grimlock

Maxima chuckles a bit.

“Grim, you were showboating your strength because you were afraid my dad was going to say something? My spark, you could be at a quarter of your strength and I would still love you the same.”--Maxima

Grimock’s tail absent mindedly starts to wag a bit.

“You would?”--Grimlock

“Of course I would. You could be human, and I would still love you. I love you for being yourself Grimlock. For being the goofy, loyal, and honest partner you are. Your strength is an added bonus.”--Maxima

“Even me being a dinobot?”--Grimlock

“Yes, another added bonus. I mean how many bots can brag about being Conjunxed to a Dinobot? Not many, and I’m lucky enough to be one of the few to do it.”--Maxima

They both chuckle a bit before looking at each other’s optics.

“Primus I love you.”--Grimlock

“I love you too my spark. Now I think Russel wanted to show the rest of the team a movie with Earth Dinosaurs in it, you ready to see it?”--Maxima

Grimlock jumps up and picks up Maxima bridal style and runs off with a laughing Maxima.

Optimus walks from behind some of the taller shelves with a warm smile on his face.

His sparkling was in good servos.

Lithia

Ratchet is one of the bots that does not take the news of the crush well.

Yes, he is aware that Lithia is an adult, and this is her life, but he still sees the sparkling that carried a mini replica of his med kit and tried to replicate his paintjob at 3 am.

Ratchet is slower to come to terms with the fact that Lithia is growing up and has someone on her mind.

Eventually he does give in to the idea and tries to be open-minded on Lithia’s potential partner.

If he doesn’t know the bot, Ratchet is much more likely to be snappier and colder to them.

If he does know the bot it can be a good thing if they are on his good side. This could lead to Ratchet himself even putting in a good word for them.

If they are on his bad side, Ratchet is going to do whatever it takes to try and get Lithia to seek out other possible partners out there.

(Lithia and Bumblebee)

Ratchet isn’t blind when he sees Lithia giving some long looks and Bee being in proximity of her in their early days on Earth.

Ratchet is surprised when he does meet up with the pair again and they are not Conjunxed.

Ratchet watching from a far at Bumblebee and Lithia discussing about something when Optimus comes by.

“Is there a problem old friend?”—Optimus

Ratchet sighs a bit seeing the pair laughing a bit.

“I would have guessed they would have bonded by now.”—Ratchet

Optimus hums in agreement.

“You’re not the only one who sees it?!”—Sideswipe

Some of the other team comes over.

“They have been giving each other gushy eyes forever!”--Russel

“Gushy eyes?”--Grimlock

“Earth term.”—Strongarm

They all pause hearing much louder laughter from Bumblebee and Lithia looking at him with the ‘gushy eyes’.

“Someone needs to get them together soon or I’m going to have a meltdown.”—Sideswipe

Denny looks at Ratchet and Optimus.

“How long has this thing been going?”--Denny

Ratchet and Optimus having a flashback to the pairs time at the base and the kids trying and failing to play match maker.

“Believe me, you do not want to know.”--Ratchet

Bumblebee is one of the only bots that Ratchet didn’t mind if Lithia decided to bond with.

He might do a little snooping on why they haven’t bonded yet.

Overall, Ratchet does approve of the scout being with his sparkling.

Rapidfire

Excuse me she has a what?

Yeah, Magnus does not take the news too well.

This is unfamiliar territory for Magnus and does not know how to grapple with it.

So naturally he falls on his fail safe.

Rules and regulations.

Primus help the bot in his vision.

He has extremely high expectations for this bot

Even gives them a list of requirements to even be considered a candidate.

Will this trigger a fight between the two?

Absolutely

Will it be pretty?

Most likely no

Magnus may loosen up a bit with the rules of dating, but he is 110% doing a background check on the bots history during the war and see if they have any charges against them.

(Still haven't thought of a pairing for her yet)

Ophelia

Poor Steve…

Good news for Steve…

He doesn’t have to deal with Megatron, already being a saint compared to the former war lord.

Bad news for Steve…

He has to deal with more than one meet and greet.

Optimus had received a message from Micronus Prime that his niece had a Conjunx one day during training.

Optimus wants to know who it is.

He is given a bit of time off his training to see what Ophelia and her Conjunx.

Ophelia and Steve are fixing things in their new home.

Steve is trying to hang something on top of the door frame from a stool.

Ophelia is looking through some of the gifts that they received from the bonding ceremony.

“Steve, lets take a break and finish in a bit.”--Ophelia

“Hold on sweet sparks, I almost… got… it—AAHH!”--Steve

BANG!

Optimus winces a bit at the sound.

Steve had fallen over and was now laying on his back groaning.

Ophelia leaps up from her place and runs over to her fallen Conjunx.

“Steve!”--Ophelia

She carefully places his helm on her lap.

He looks up at his beautiful Conjunx, the light hitting behind her helm creating a halo effect.

“Stevie you okay?”--Ophelia

“I’m fine Sweet Spark.”--Steve

“Hmm, and what were you trying to hang on the door frame anyway?”--Ophelia

Steve holds a metal looking plant above their helms.

“Surprise?”--Steve

Ophelia looks at the plant and softly gasps.

“Is that metal mistletoe?”--Ophelia

“Yep, made it myself. Figured a bit of Earth in the place wouldn’t be too bad.”--Steve

Ophelia leans and presses her helm on his.

“How did I get so lucky?”--Ophelia

“You get lucky? How did I get lucky?”--Steve

They both laugh.

Optimus approves.

When Optimus does come back and meets the pair, he does give his approval to the pair.

Poor Steve was going to pass out.

But that also brings Ratchet into the picture.

As said with Lithia, he is a bit more hesitant in seeing the bot, especially since Steve was a Con.

But with some good words in from Optimus and Bumblebee, Ratchet does give Steve a chance.

He was sold when he saw the pair helping each other patch up and working together to help the others while knowing their limits.

“Steve, you move from that berth and I will wield you to the counter.”--Ophelia

“Is that a promise?”--Steve

Ophelia with the wielding torch in servo with an optic raised.

Steve shrinks a bit at his Conjunx.

“Staying on the berth… if you join me?”--Steve

“When I finish looking over the main frame and the--”—Ophelia

Steve groans and dramatically drapes his arm over his optics.

“The berth is so lonely without you here! How could you abandon your Conjunx here in solitude!”—Steve

He peaks to see if his performance had worked.

Ophelia smiles and joins Steve in the berth.

Is there a slight threat of burying him in a mound of wrenches.

No one can prove it.

Bonus!

MTMTE Megatron lands in the scrapyard and nearly starts a riot/panic.

The worst time for Bee and Steve to be out on patrol, luckily Ophelia is there to explain her father’s counterpart to the team.

Ophelia is in much better spirits from the last time he saw her.

Then comes the topic of her personal life in which Ophelia proudly tells him that she has a Conjunx named Steve.

Little record scratch noise is coming from inside MTMTE Megatron’s helm.

That’s the moment when Steve arrives with Bee and nearly faints seeing a much more robust and taller Megatron.

Steve spots Ophelia standing way too close to Megatron.

“Ophelia!”--Steve

Steve races over and grabs Ophelia pushing her behind him reading his weapon at the larger mech.

“I don’t know how you came back Megatron, but there is no way you’re getting Ophelia back. OVER MY OFFLINE CORPSE!”--Steve

Ophelia pushes down the urge to hug Steve for his stupid bravery and gets in between him and Megatron, who has finally recognized that this drone was Ophelia’s Conjunx.

“Steve, Stevie this isn’t our Megatron. This is the good Megatron that I was telling you about.”--Ophelia

Steve slowly puts his weapon down, but not away.

“You mean the one that surrendered and—”--Steve

“The giant ship, yes. That’s him. Umm, Megatron, this is Steve, my Conjunx.”--Ophelia

Megatron smiles a bit and extends his servo.

“Steve.”--Megatron

Steve carefully shakes his servo.

“Megatron. I, umm, forgive me for the introduction—”--Steve

“No need for that. I am glad my daughter has a Conjunx who will fight and protect her with his spark.”--Megatron

With more interactions with the couple, Megatron can safely say that his daughter has a good Conjunx.

Steve is glad that there is at least one good Megatron that loves Ophelia like a father should.

When Megatron does leave, he makes sure to wish the couple the best (and a tiny threat to Steve about breaking Ophelia’s spark, which was backed up with Steve saying he would let him hurt him if that happened).

Bonus! Bonus!

“Hey Megs! How was the trip?”--Rodimus

Megatron huffs a bit at Rodimus’s comment.

“It certainly was one to remember.”--Megatron

“Did you get time with Ophelia?”--Rodimus

“Yes.”--Megatron

“And? How is the little one doing?”--Rodimus

Megatron smiles a bit.

“She has a Conjunx now.”--Megatron

Everybot jumps in shock when they hear the yelling over the intercom.

“OPHELIA HAS A CONJUNX!?”--Rodimus

Poor Roddy, does not know what he just unleashed on the Lost Light…

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp x platonic reader #tf rid 2015 x platonic reader #mtmte x platonic reader #maxima #lithia #rapidfire #ophelia

[blacktacmopsi]

Rorke HeadCanons: General Things Vol.1

Mmm pre-Fed Rorke. Let's talk about this man before he got brainwashed.

First and foremost, pre-Fed Rorke was as fine as fuck man. Like, total ladies man. You'd drop your panties for him if you saw him waltz into the room wearing his dress blues. Fucking sexy ass beast.

Dude is a high end whisky drinker. Calls other forms of alcohol 'swill'.

Not a loud sneezer. But a serial sneezer. He can't just sneeze once. It's like five back to back.

Has a thing for films made during the golden years of Hollywood. "I sooo could have got Hedy Lamar if I lived back then."

Prematurely went bald. Didn't care, still fine as fuck.

Rorke is actually a pretty smart man. He has both book smarts and street smarts. He really likes history and can tell you some of the most obscure tid bits of info about US presidents.

He also possesses a weird knowledge over illicit things like money laundering. He claims it's from him reading a lot about mobs.

This man will eat a grapefruit for breakfast.

Makes it a point to get his daily eight glasses of water in a day.

He once got a tooth broken on a mission and didn't bother to go to a dentist to deal with it. He pulled the thing out of his mouth on his own.

Was a role model for Merrick. In fact, it was Rorke who instilled a deep sense of loyalty in him. Granted Merrick doesn't take it to the extreme the way Rorke did.

Rorke has an iron stomach. He can tolerate some of the most spicy food on the planet. He can eat a habanero pepper right off the plant.

Total dog person. He likes all dogs. Big & small. He'd be the guy who owns the big scary Rothweiler & the silly funny looking Dachshund.

Pre- Fed Rorke actually was a very caring and deeply emotional man. Though he never really showed it, if you harmed someone he cared about, you'd be in for a world of hurt.

Definitely strikes me as the cool uncle who takes on his nieces and nephews as his own. He likes children and his nieces and nephews like him. Like, I can see him giving them piggy back rides when they're little.

If he had children of his own, he would soooooo be a girl dad. His daughter would be his entire world.

Pre-Fed Rorke would also be the type to hold morale boosting events for the Ghosts. Be it a party or an outing, he wanted to see his men keep in high spirits. "You all are more than mere soldiers to me. You're my brothers. Through & through."

Would be the type to gift the Ghosts an engraved set of brass knuckles as a gift.

#BlackTacMopsi Writes Garbage #call of duty ghosts #cod ghosts #gabriel rorke #cod rorke

[coloursflyaway]

Won’t Fear Love (5/6)

Pairing: Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.600

Read on AO3

„We should go a date“, Charles says on a perfectly bland Tuesday, looking up at Edwin from whatever he is doing at the moment.

If Edwin wasn’t dead already, he would suspect that Charles is trying to kill him.

or:

Five times Charles takes Edwin on a date to figure out if he could fall in love with him, and one time when he has an answer.

tagging all the lovely people who wanted to give this fic a read: @itsablueberrycow @piristephes @assignedpeanutallergyatbirth @mylu @oneweirdbean @lifeinvirtualreality

Charles won’t tell him where they are going. Again.

It’s the second Wednesday of the month, just after five pm and Charles just takes him to the mirror in the office, hand lightly grasping Edwin’s wrist, and expects him to walk through with him. Now, for someone else, this could be exciting, but Edwin has never really appreciated surprises, not even by the person he loves most in the world.

He’s about to ask Charles again, but he’s beaten to it, because Charles smiles and slips his hand down until he can intertwine their fingers, then asks, “Do you trust me?” What an utterly preposterous question.

Does he trust Charles? More than anything else in the world, more than himself.

Edwin sighs, resists the urge to roll his eyes and Charles’ smile makes up for it tenfold, no matter if it is a little smug around the edges. Maybe he has a right to be.

The world fades and appears again, and Edwin expected something different. He’s not quite sure what, but behind the mirror is the roof of their own building, the sun bright and the sky blue for a change.

“I know this is probably not as extravagant as you imagined it”, Charles starts to explain, almost sounding bashful, as if Edwin would care about where they are spending their evening and not simply about who he is spending it with. “I had something else planned, but then I saw the weather and I thought it would be such a shame to waste it. I hope you’re not too disappointed.”

“Disappointed by you? Never”, Edwin answers and it should feel like saying too much, but it doesn’t. Instead of an answer, he gets a smile that puts the sun to shame, and a tug to his wrist as Charles pulls him forward.

“We have discussed the problem with how much of dating revolves around food before, I know, but I wanted to prepare at least something so it’s not just us sitting on the roof and watching the sunset”, he explains, looking a little sheepish as he takes Edwin to where a chequered picnic blanket is spread across the rough concrete. “It’s probably a bit silly, but I just wanted to do something special.”

He’s leaving out part of the sentence, Edwin can hear it clearly, but it takes a moment until he fills in the blanks: for you. Charles wanted to do something special for him, and Edwin feels his non-existent heart seize up in his chest; doesn’t know how Charles hasn’t yet realised that anything he does for him is special to Edwin.

“So, I got all this”, Charles says and sits down, pulling Edwin with him. Next to him is a picnic basket that looks like it’s been taken directly out of a movie, made from wicker and with a small handle to carry it across open fields, before settling down next to a creek, or maybe in the shade of an old oak tree. And then, Charles whips it open.

Inside, packed tightly to fit everything, is an assortment of children’s toys.

Colourful plastic moulded into facsimiles of cake slices and finger sandwiches. Dollops of whipped cream made from styrofoam, different kinds of fruit that look like they have been felted, rubber croissants that still look fluffy, delightful in an unreal way. Tucked in around the toys are cups and plates made from fine china, metal cutlery, a tea pot that Edwin knows he has seen in Crystal’s kitchen before.

It’s silly, Charles is right. It’s the most lovely thing Edwin has ever seen in his life.

“You, Charles Rowland”, he starts and has to blink back a tear or two, “are the sweetest person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.”

“So you like it?”, Charles asks, like he still isn’t certain of the answer, but he smiling at Edwin, he’s still holding his hand, thumb brushing over Edwin’s knuckles. “I love it”, he answers; adds, if only in thoughts, I love you.

“Charles, would you pass me a slice of cake?”, Edwin asks after they have watched the sunlight for a little while, comfortable silence stretching between them. “It looks scrumptious.” “You want me to-”, Charles starts and then stops himself, a smile blooming on his face that makes Edwin think of falling, makes him think of flying. “Yes, of course. Would you like some tea with that?”

“That would be delightful”, Edwin replies and takes the delicate cup Charles hands him. “Also, maybe some of that clotted cream?”

And they have a picnic right there on the rooftop, sharing smiles and little touches and plastic pastries alike.

There are children’s toys strewn around them, mostly forgotten, and they are still sitting on the picnic blanket, watching as the sun sets over London. It’s beautiful up here, enough distance between them and the city to drown out the noise and make it feel like it’s just them, and while Edwin likes their new life with all the new people it includes, he misses this sometimes. Misses a world in which he never looked up and not saw Charles next to him, a world in which they had been so intertwined that Edwin never considered it could be otherwise.

What he doesn’t miss, though, is not knowing what the warmth in his chest is when he looks over at Charles. Maybe it was easier back then, when he thought the urge to touch Charles was nothing more than friendship, but it’s better now. Because Charles deserves to be loved, and Edwin, above all else, wants to be the one to love him.

If they end this experiment and Charles decides that he only wants Edwin as a friend, then so be it. Edwin will love him to the fullest extent, the best of his ability, as long as he exists. And that, in the end, would be enough.

“What are you thinking about?”, Charles asks softly, and Edwin tears his gaze away from where the sun is just so touching the outlines of the skyscrapers in the distance. He’s beautiful, something Edwin has known since the first moment he had set eyes on Charles, freezing and scared and dying and yet so ready to accept Edwin in his life. Maybe that had been the moment all of this had started, not when Charles had chosen to stay with him, because Edwin’s love had never been about reciprocation, but when he had first allowed Edwin to sit down next to him and granted him a smile.

“Nothing in particular”, he replies, and knows that Charles won’t believe him, but that’s alright. It’s not like it is something he is trying to hide, just something they don’t have to discuss right now, when the sun is setting and he’s still buzzing from their fingers brushing when they pretended to split a croissant between them.

And Charles doesn’t bring it up, just nods and scoots a little closer until their shoulders are pressed together. He’s not looking at Edwin, but out across the city, so Edwin does the same, lets his head rest against Charles’ shoulder and wishes he could breathe in deeply, make out Charles’ scent between everything else this moment has to offer.

“You know”, Charles says, and shifts so he can wrap his arm around Edwin’s shoulders, holding him close. “I think about you a lot. Always have, really. And all this dating hasn’t made it less, but I’m pretty sure you already know that.”

He shifts again, and for a horrible moment, Edwin thinks he will pull away, but then there are lips pressing against the crown of his head, and instead, time stands still, lets him take it in. It feels like peace, like excitement, like something Edwin could live without but never wants to again.

“And you know I love you, don’t you?”, Charles says and time moves again, makes Edwin’s heart ache and jubilate at the same time. He does. “I love you the most.”

Edwin nods without moving his head, wishes he could feel the coarse fabric of Charles’ jacket against his cheek, the heat of his blood beneath it. For a moment he wants to repeat the words, because they are true, but Charles already knows. Might have always known.

A finger on the side of his chin, gently lifting it, and Charles is saying, “Hey, look at me for a sec?”

And Edwin sits up, Charles’ arm sliding off his shoulders as he turns to face him. He misses it almost immediately, but there is something in Charles’ eyes that makes it so easy to forget the fact. They are warm and dark and they are watching Edwin like he is something precious, something worth keeping.

There are no words, Charles just looks at him, and it’s almost like a physical touch; it makes Edwin shiver, even though he cannot feel it. Because Charles is smiling like he has never smiled before, lets the finger that is still resting against Edwin’s jaw slide downwards until he can gently grasp his chin, as if he was afraid that Edwin could ever look away again.

A moment, a breath, and then Charles leans in and brushes the softest, the sweetest kiss against his lips.

It’s not his first, but it feels like it anyway, feels like a beginning and feels like an end. Let me have this, he thinks, not for the first time. Let me love him.

And then, he doesn’t think anymore at all, and kisses Charles back.

#dead boy detectives #dead boy detective agency #dbd #edwin payne #edwin paine #charles rowland #painland #payneland #paynland #chedwin #charles x edwin #edwin x charles #one more chapter to go ano i already miss this fic

[kozmicmizuu]

guys please PLEASE here me out on this kny au idea

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ok yall watched Puss in Boots the last wish?? and have seen the 2019 kny halloween costumes???

guys…. them as puss and death…

PLEASE

idk how this cooked in my head but i can’t get it out after rewatching the movie

so obviously the others would be in this- i’ll get there don’t worry let me cook

tengen would obviously be a bit of a cocky bastard because he’s never been caught or killed, being the successful pirate he is, he considers himself almost untouchable. but he’s avoided death too many times— he was supposed to be dead ages ago. and then giyuu comes in.

giyuu was of course pissed off and agitated that some albino lil pirate bitch kept avoiding his clutches, so he decided to take him himself

then this scene is probably gonna be the first scene of this au, just them meeting in a bar

and the sizes would, of course, be swapped. tengens a big guy who is currently sitting next to the embodiment of death and the purge of the sea and doesn’t suspect a thing— because no way he’s taller than death! he’s not looking up at death, he’s looking down

just like he has been for his whole life

giyuu didn’t say anything (typical) and simply drank with him until tengen got a bit suspicious and felt uneasy about him. giyuu then pulled the same thing death did and told tengen “i’m a big fan- could you sign this for me?”

then pulls out the “wanted- dead or alive” thing and points to dead. then the whole fight scene happens, but it’s a bit different. tengen did land a hit on giyuu, successfully cutting giyuu in half at the stomach. but nothing happened. giyuu just simply put himself back together and acted like nothing happened, he simply said “you do live up to the legends.”

of course, tengen was confused and a bit worried now, giyuu didn’t care, he had an objective and he would complete it

the famous scene of puss actually getting touched by a blade would be blue, a bright yet dark blue— like the seas tengen rules, he just didn’t know that they’d be ruled by someone else (giyuu). also another overall headcanon for giyuu is that he’s a scary guy when he really wants to be

as for the others, i do have some ideas for them

these two are giyuu’s angel and devil on his shoulders, throughout the au, these two are helping giyuu with his decisions and even with fights! they’re like giyuu’s lil summons

i had to add genya my beloved

but yes, giyuu’s lil hell hound babygi— i mean super tough and cool is sanemi ft. two other lil hounds. genya just came along because sanemi made him(he couldn’t find a babysitter). but genya is very determined to impress his big brother.

instead of death being alone i just thought it’d be cool to have a little team for death hehe

also just found out i have a limit of ten images so ima just let yall find the 2019 halloween pics for kny (can be found of pinterest and google!) sigh 😔

but yeah, the rest of the hashira are helping tengen! most of em at least. himejina, kyojuro and muichiro are spirits that are simply wondering around, kinda sorta avoiding being put in the underworld (giyuu is going insane because of that)

and shinobu is a witch! she’s a very talented (and scary) one at that, she’s more than willing to help(may or may not have questions for death about a certain sister of hers)

mitsuri and obanai come together DO NOT SEPARATE! mitsuri is a kitsune while obanai has a big old snake buddy (with kaburamaru) (long ass name for a snake) also obanai did NOT want to go.

the kamaboko squad id also here!! but they’re the comedic breaks for this au, god bless their souls for that

and yes, giyuu shall speak spanish in this too, cause why not

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wowzers this is long (that’s what she said)

#demon slayer #kny #kimestu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba #hashira #hashira training arc #puss in boots #the last wish #giyuu tomioka #tengen uzui #kyojuro rengoku #misturi kanroji #obanai iguro #gyomei himejima #shinobu kocho #kamaboko squad #tanjiro kamado #nezuko kamado #zenitsu agatsuma #inosuke hashibira #kanao tsuyuri #genya shinazugawa #<- i’m so sane #yall could give me an office art of kny and id make an au about #DONT TEST ME #i will win #i think #i love these dumb sillies sm #this is gotta be my most detailed piece ever for an au #i gotta do this more often

[666writingcafe]

MC's Boogeyman

Solomon

As MC leaves the stand and walks over to the chest, I look over at Diavolo and Belphegor. They look as worried as I feel. You see, the test that Craxon has assigned to MC hasn't been used in many centuries, because the boogeyman has a tendency to drive people mad from fear. Some have even died. The last time the boogeyman was utilized was as a means of torture, and that was shortly after I got kicked out of the Society.

Craxon clearly wants to know what MC's biggest fear is--his prolonged silence earlier indicates that much--but I have no idea why he'd need that information. Then again, he often keeps his cards close to his chest, so it's usually hard to tell what's going through his mind at the best of times.

MC takes a deep breath and indicates that they're ready. The chest is open, and the boogeyman flies out of it in a flash of bright purple light. The room becomes pitch black for a few seconds before revealing that the boogeyman has transformed into...

MC?

At least, I think it's MC. Between the glowing eyes and sinister grin, their features are nearly unrecognizable.

I watch my apprentice shake as the boogeyman circles them.

"You poor thing," it coos mockingly. "You just can't control yourself, can you?"

"Stop it," MC whispers, causing the boogeyman to snicker.

"What's wrong? Too scared to confront the truth?" It stops behind MC and leans close to their ear. "You're a monster, darling. How is anyone supposed to feel safe around you?"

MC clenches their jaw as a few tears escape their eyes, and I have to stop myself from launching myself at the boogeyman. Judging by the looks on Belphegor and Diavolo's faces, they're having a similar struggle.

"One day, everyone will come to their senses and realize that trying to keep you alive and sane is an unnecessary burden," the boogeyman continues. "Your death would benefit the greater good."

"Enough," MC murmurs. The boogeyman tuts in disapproval.

"Pathetic."

"I'm not pathetic."

"Sure you are. Why do you think the most powerful people in the three realms are interested in you? You're like a wounded animal that they can't help but feel sorry for. They don't actually care about you. They'll turn you out the moment you become too dangerous. After all, they can't have you slaughtering their own kind just because someone hurt your precious little feelings."

"Enough!" MC glares at the boogeyman. "I may be a freak of nature, but that doesn't mean that I'm unworthy of love."

"Is that so?" MC nods.

"I have thought about ending my life on many occasions, but each time these guys give me a reason to stay. If they didn't love me, they wouldn't even try." The boogeyman bursts out laughing, but instead of cowering, MC stands their ground.

"Oh, you're actually serious," the boogeyman states once it composes itself.

"Of course I am," MC replies. "My life is not a joking matter." The boogeyman rolls its eyes, but I can tell that it's losing its power. For one, it appears a bit smaller than it did a few moments ago.

"Furthermore, a literal reaper went out of her way to ensure my survival, even though I only knew of her existence a few days prior," they add. "If that isn't a sign that I'm meant to be alive, then I don't know what is." Silence. The boogeyman continues to shrink.

"And even if I feel helpless and weak, I know for a fact that these guys will support me every step of the way. I almost feel sorry for you, because you'll never know what it's liked to be loved by even one person, let alone several. You'll just be seen as a mere object, a tool at best." MC directly calling out the boogeyman causes it to screech loudly as it quickly disappear back into its chest. Once the lid closes, MC collapses onto the ground and begins sobbing.

I look up at Craxon, and he silently nods, granting me permission to comfort MC. Diavolo and Belphegor are close behind.

In my opinion, MC has earned their star of humility.

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