#i wanted to write some hcs about him taking you ice fishing and talking about his dad but. idk i like the sweet ending more

[pinkrifle]

Hello!! It's me again, I love thinking about what it's like to be a big sibling to the boys, so.. What do you think it would be like to be Stan and Shelly's big sibling? Like being a comfort person to both of them, being able to calm Shelly down when she needs it.. I love thinking about that...🫠

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— being stan/shelly’s big sibling!!

cws/tw’s: none?

a/n: I LOVE STAN AND SHELLY THIS ASK IS SO REAL THANK UU !! i feel like i’m the ceo of big sibling hc’s for south park 😙🔥.. (which i have no problem being 🤞) and i do have a little bit of writers block so excuse the duration of time i’m posting these at :( thanks for your patience!

misc. notes: reader is g/n, writing is in hc’s since non specified,,, kevlly will be in purple text, and uhh thassit:3

your probably randy and sharon’s last fave, hence being the oldest. which kinda drives you crazy but it makes shelly feel a little bit better about herself!!

if wendy ever breaks up with stan (for the 500th time) you always welcome him into ur room to sob and have multiple amounts of ice cream 🤭 if shelly makes fun of him for crying you give her that 😐 look and she backs off.

when stan get’s the spooky fish and dead ppl start appearing in his room you are the first to help him and hug/cuddle him when needed 💔 your also the first to dig into aunt flo’s purse and find the adress of the pet store.

you love when kyle and kenny come over!!! not much cartman,,, you make all sorts of activities to do when kyle and kenny come over and you make it a little less fun when eric comes 😙… stan does get embarrassed your hanging out with his friends and he tells you to shoo

you do worry for stan when he hangs out with cartman incase cartman gets him or manipulates him into something terrible.

during shelly’s outbursts you always take her in maybe like the bathroom or her room just to calm her down and let her cry on your shoulder or yell at you, just wanting the best for your little sister <3

you do also treat her to ice cream since her braces do tend to hurt when she yells alot and you clean the spit off of her chest/shirt

when u and shelly were kids you wanted a pet pony so bad….. and when stan was born you guys tricked him into begging randy and sharon for a pony, your parents didn’t think it was that funny as you guys did 🤭

definitely give stan a bunch of advice on girls, boys, etc, if randy ever starts genuinely being a bad parent to you guys you’ll always spend as much time as you can with your little siblings.

if you guys ever were to get allowance you would divide yours amongst all 3 of you just to give them some extra, they are forever grateful (stan is jumping all over the place)

whenever shelly or stan get in trouble you always sneak up to them and try to talk to them if their upset, and you try to distract sharon/trick her into getting them out of trouble. you always keep them out of trouble anyways

when you babysit them it’s A RIOT, shelly screaming at stan, stan screaming at shelly, you end up just yelling at the both of them to stfu and sit down 😕 and that one time where shelly throws cartman against the wall while she’s babysitting him, you help him up (and slightly giggle,,,)

helping at tegridy farms when your siblings don’t wanna/can’t do it anymore, your still the least favorite child but with some dignity lol. (u definitely have tried some weed before and shelly n stan have smelled it on u, giving you a wtf look 😭)

always teasing them because your in higher grades than them, but u always help with their homework since you should already know it !!

if you and stan get into a fight he’s always the one apologizing (still upset but like, how upset could this guy be if u bring him dr pepper) and embarrassed the next morning. you forget about the fight and he takes a sigh of relief.

if you and shelly get into a fight, your always the first apologizing because she’s so damn stubborn. she tells you “whatever, it’s fine” and sends you out of her room, definitely acts like you didn’t even talk the next morning and gets all buddy buddy with you

whenever they wanna hang out with their friends, sharon tells you to walk/drive/watch them, it irritates all 3 of you because you just wanna relax, stan wants some alone time with his buddies (and not to get ripped on) and shelly thinks that she’s 13 so she’s old enough to be out by herself >:(

for my kevlly ppl (cuz i know i am <3) , when shelly brings kevin over your on cloud 9!! how could your sister, a meanie poo bag such an amazing guy? regardless, your happy for her and always bug the two of them, much to their dismay.

always “accidentally” walking into their room before a private moment and getting so happy when shelly tells everyone she and kevin had their first kiss 😙

you make them matching bracelets and they “hate it” (THEY DONT. ABSOLUTELY KEEP MAKING MATCHING STUFF FOR THEM 🤭🤭🤭)

a/n: I HAD SM FUN WRITING THIS WOOHOO!!! i thought i would be slacking off but no i think this is a pretty decent length!! :) i hope you enjoyed this and if you want something more complex then don’t be afraid to ask! keep requesting yo i love it

#（✿ ◞◟）🫧 marj writes! ﹒ #stan marsh #shelly marsh #stan marsh x reader #shelly marsh x reader #south park #south park x reader #south park x reader platonic

[magicmindless]

omg you should do rollie (and or brody headcannons (i’m so sorry if i’ve already asked this i have a very bad memory)

Yeah you did but Dw I have Rollie HCs (sorry it took a while, all of the lists are gonna take a while)

A HC list but it’s just Rollie

- Reserved, uptight, and isn’t the most expressive fellow, at least when it comes to him showing positive emotions. If you make him smile then he must really like you. Generally polite but he can and will insult people brutally if needed

- For someone so reserved he’s pretty outspoken when he’s unhappy with something. Those who know him joke that it’s easier to name things he doesn’t like than things he does like

- For one, he hates his baby face. People have thought he was younger than he was (youngest guess he’s ever gotten was 12 years old and he took it personally)

- He’s really not that frail or weak as people would think he is. He gets sick like a normal amount of times someone would get sick and only has like a few main allergies but none of them are life-threatening (except for mold). He was just unlucky back in the day

- His germaphobia seemed to develop ever since he was young. It wasn’t like there was one event that changed him or anything, it was more of factors that built up overtime. Germs and illnesses were the cause of a lot of stress in his life, whether it was from seeing his family or even himself going to the hospital with the chance they won’t come home alive, or witnessing mold growing in parts of his home causing allergic reactions, they were enough for him to want to avoid them all, even if it meant taking the most extreme measures

- Has a very strong sense of smell so he carries air freshener everywhere he goes which has inconvenienced some people since not everyone likes tons of air freshener sprayed everywhere

- Along with his germaphobia, he also has claustrophobia. Public transport is a nightmare to him so he mostly walks everywhere

-He doesn’t drive. He says it’s because it’s better for the environment which isn’t a lie but he’s also kind of terrified of driving

-He does genuinely like conservation and doing things to help the environment. Most of his cleaning detergents and stuff like that are biodegradable and he doesn’t like it when people litter

- Very squeamish about blood and needles, though he’s able to cope with needles better (like at doctors getting a shot) by being distracted by something. Meanwhile with blood he has fainted at the sight of it before

- Doesn’t like when people feel sorry for him, or infantilize him. To him, what’s happened has already happened and there’s nothing he can do about it

- Something else he likes is marine life. For whatever reason being around water makes him feel calmer and he just thinks fish are cool. He loved going to the aquarium tons as a kid, and it was one of the things he missed during his housebound period. He even wants to get his own fish tank for his home

- Koilee was his childhood friend so he’s known about his phobia for a really long time. She was always there by his side and when he became too scared to leave his house for years she called him every day to check up on him. He did find it annoying sometimes but in the end he’s actually grateful that someone cared about him

- His family would also sometimes call him asking why they haven’t seen him in so long or just what he’s been doing, though he’s never been close enough with his family to tell them about his severe germaphobia so he always just said that he was working overtime or studying really hard in college

- He was taking online college classes for some time majoring in writing since he didn’t know what other job to have. However, while he was getting therapy and slowly overcoming his anxieties he decided to switch majors to psychology since he didn’t want anyone to live the way he did before

- During self-isolation he talked to people mostly through chat forums being known as “LavenderIce316” or “Ice” for short (he’s never told anyone online his real name). It was where he felt most comfortable talking about his personal life (while also taking basic internet precautions) since no one really knew who he really was.

- The main friends he made online were Brody, Didar, Simone, Moe, and Kaleb. He doesn’t talk to all of them as often, due to time management but they have a group chat together that’s still kind of active to this day. Those he seems closest to are Brody and Simone. He met all of them post-Mocharia and it was a nice experience for him.

- He befriended Emmlette sometime post-housebound when trying to get to know more people. Turns out he went to the same high school she taught at but he was never a theatre kid so he never knew about her until now. She invites him for afternoon tea when she has time and even taught him how to make a simple bento

- Doesn’t know how to cook very well so takeout, frozen and instant food are his usual go-tos, but he’s learning how to cook from cooking classes

- Despite his dislike of being cold he likes the snow. It’s pretty and he likes staying inside because of it, enjoying things like hot drinks and warm fires. And Christmas surprisingly, he likes Christmas

- He absolutely hates spring however because of pollen and since he lives in Sakura Bay it gets really bad. Like said, it’s not severe, he’ll just suffer like any other person would so he wears a face mask if it gets bad.

- Also lactose intolerant. Sometimes he cares about it, other times he doesn’t. Also allergic to certain foods like bananas and peanuts. (Neither are severe. His stomach will just hurt really bad or he gets hives)

- He’s not a fan of physical affection, it’s something he’ll never seem to like, but his main love language is quality time. Just being and talking with someone he likes is enough for him

#papa louie #papa louie headcanons #asks #ravec0re 1 #papa louie rollie #flipline studios

[solsolace]

no bc- i just read “snowball” and cuddly childe + winter/cold + his family has found its way into my hard and now i’m in need of comfort scenarios now that it’s so cold pls 😭 if you want ofc! this is just a suggestion as a very touch starved reader and fan of ur work :,)!!

home for the holidays

✧ synopsis: [fluff] headcanons and drabbles; childe brings you to his home for the holiday season :) ✧ ft. childe x gn!reader (+some of childe’s family!) ✧ warnings: slightly suggestive towards the end but nothing serious, mentions of food, spoilers for childe’s real name ✧ a/n: not super wintery, but i'm in the mood for family bonding and cuddles; i hope this is alright!! (sorry it took me forever to get to this btw lmao)

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✧ okay, so, harbingers don’t really get time off- including for the holidays, buuuut- childe was finally given a chance to oversee some recruits in snezhnaya, and it just so happens to line up with the holiday season, aaaand… well, he can handle some work and still get to see his family, right? right, of course, he is tartaglia after all, there’s nothing he can’t do!! ✧ plus… he’s managed to convince you to come along with him. so, it’s like he’s killing three birds with one stone! hell yeah!

✧ as eager as he is, childe can’t help but feel oddly anxious about bringing you to meet his family for the first time (despite the fact that he has been begging you to come to snezhnaya with him ever since you two have gotten together. and probably way before that, too. he’s just been very excited to share the part of himself that isn’t completely tainted by the abyss and fatui with you) ✧ he’s aware that they’re going to love you, of course-why wouldn’t they?- but what if you don’t like them? what if his siblings annoy you (or worse, embarrass him) or his parents say something offputting? he adores you, but he doesn’t know if he could handle you and his family not getting on. ✧ though, if he’s nervous, you’re an emotional wreck, whether you show it or not. childe’s told you about his family before, and the fond smile and sparkle in his eyes when he thinks of them has always made your heart flutter- they sound so sweet. you’re excited, but perhaps a bit too eager to please. you’ve spent a lot of your time recently trying to find clothing and supplies that will both protect you from snezhnaya’s freezing temperature while also giving the impression of “really-good-partner-for-your-son-please-accept-me.” oh archons, you really hope that they approve of you. ✧ both of your worries are quickly swept away when you reach his family home-more of a manor if we’re being honest, the lad is rich and he keeps his mf family taken CARE of and one of childe’s sister’s opens the door before squealing happily and calling out for the rest of the family. ✧ childe’s mother absolutely gives you the biggest, warmest hug in the entire world- definitely hugs you first before hugging her son. she might also cry; it’s been a while since she’s gotten to see him in person, and look! he’s so grown up now! he even has a lovely partner!! :’((!!! she has chosen pointedly to not count being a harbinger as maturing. ✧ it’s honestly quite lively for the first few hours of your visit; the younger ones are bouncing around you in their excitement, the older siblings are discussing new happenings with childe (and teasing him about you, of course), childe’s mother is rushing around trying to clean their already very nice house, and childe’s father is… absent. he did not come down to greet you or his son. ✧ if you start to feel overwhelmed, childe is quick to notice, and will usher you to a different room away from everyone else for a bit to make sure you’re okay.

Childe tells his family he’s going to give you a “tour of the house”, taking you by the hand and leading you down the hall before anyone can say anything. He takes you to what must be a study, walls lined with bookshelves (save for the space where a stuffed bear head is mounted on the wall) and a desk in front of the window. Outside, the snow is blowing across the frosted ground in swirling clouds, a frozen howl echoing against the glass.

“You alright?” He asks, pushing to close the door behind him. You nod, working on maintaining control of your breathing. Childe’s hand reaches to brush just in between your shoulders, tentative at first, but as you lean into his touch, he snakes his entire arm across your back and pulls you into his side. He lets you recline against him, allowing you to take however much time you need to calm down. Ever so faintly, you can hear the relaxing rhythm of his pulse mixing with the winds outside.

Once you’ve been grounded and are feeling a bit better, you move from his arms to sit atop of the desk. There’s not much you need to brush aside, though you do spot an interesting paper reading, “Gifts for the kids”. You try to spot Childe’s name, curious about what his family would get him, but a clear of his throat summons your attention before you can.

“So…” He starts, taking a step toward you. His eyes wander away from you, and there’s an air of feigned nonchalance that you’ve come to know all too well.

“Sooo?” You mimic.

“Are they… My family, I mean, do you…?”

He’s cute when he’s stumbling over his words, you think. It’s rather rare for your boyfriend’s smarmy, talkative ass to be at a loss of what to say. You know Childe really values your opinion, but is worried about it at the same time.

“Your family is wonderful, ‘jax.” You smile reassuringly, and his eyes light up. “They’re a bit excitable and energetic, but… I like it. They remind me of you.”

Now you’ve done it; Childe immediately descends upon you to steal a kiss, causing you to laugh a bit at how abrupt he is. His kisses are excitable and energetic, just like his family, just like him.

You two are, however, interrupted by a chorus of “Ooo”s, “Eww”s and “Aww”s. You both part early, glancing over at the door to see his little siblings' pairs of eyes peeking through the doorway, watching your antics in amusement. Childe narrows his eyes at them while your composure flusters, before he puts his lips back on yours. The children shriek with giggles as they scurry off, chanting some Snezhnayan version of “kissing in a tree.”

✧ when the two of you return from your, ahem, departure, you notice a tall, tired looking man in the living room. childe’s mom is discussing something with him in hushed, adamant tones, falling silent when she spots you. the once vibrant atmosphere in the room seems to have vanished. childe’s hand stiffens against yours, but his gaze remains steady. the other man does not speak, merely allowing his eyes to wander from Childe, to you, and then back to Childe. He gives a small nod, before turning to kiss childe’s mother on the forehead and leaving through the front door. ah. that must have been childe’s father. ✧ you want to say something, ask about what the hell that was, but his mother prevents you from speaking with a cheerful announcement that dinner will be served soon. she’s already making her way to the kitchen as she calls childe to come and help set up, leaving you in the now all-too-cold living room by yourself. ✧ big families mean big meals, but your added presence apparently means childe’s mom is going to pull out all the stops. i need you to imagine a 7-course meal with all 7 courses served at once. an entire damn restaurant spread out on the dining table. roasted ham, pirozhki, salmon pie, olivier salad- you couldn’t even name some of the dishes. it kind of amazes you that she not only managed to cook all this, but was able to fit it all in one space. ✧ also. yes you can make your own plate but don’t even try to be coy or modest. you’re a part of this family now and they’re gonna make sure you eat like one.

“Here, sweetie, have some more ham.” Childe’s mother is already slicing pieces off and dropping it on your plate before you can respond.

Your plate is already piled as high as it can go. But, you are nothing if not polite and desperate to get on your boyfriend’s family’s good side. “Oh, uh, thank you, Mrs.-”

“Just call me ‘mom’, dear.” She speaks with a giggle. You nod.

“Oo! You should try the cabbage rolls, me and Anthon worked on those!” Teucer chimes toward you.

“Anthon and I,” Tonia corrects her little brother gently.

“Huh? No, you didn’t- you weren’t even there!”

The warmth had returned with the chattering and merriment of Childe’s family. You steal a quick glance at your boyfriend, who is being abnormally quiet, and see him smiling down at his plate. His blue eyes have an almost melancholic wistfulness about them, one you’ve often noticed when the two of you were in Liyue- always apparent when he’s talking about how much he misses his family. But, he’s here with them now, isn’t he?

You won’t pretend to know what he’s thinking about, but you do want him to enjoy these moments while they’re here. They mean a lot to him. You reach beneath the table to lace your fingers with his. He snaps out of his reverie at your touch, turning his head to look at you. His smile widens as he squeezes your hand.

“Oh, by the way, Ajax, where are you gonna be sleeping?” Childe’s older brother asks, covering his mouthful of food to avoid spitting.

Childe tilts his head. “Uh, the guest room?” Beneath his breath, you can hear him add, almost solemnly, “As usual.”

“But that’s where Y/N is going to sleep.” His older sister comments.

“Yeah?” Childe picks up a spoonful of borscht and guides it to his mouth. “The beds big enough to fit both of us.”

His mother looks absolutely aghast. “Ajax, you know how I feel about funny business under my roof!”

He sputters on his soup, quickly grabbing a napkin to dab the beetroot that spilled out and waving his hand. “Mom-”

“Oh, but, what the hell. It is the holidays!” She chuckles, before switching to a stern mutter, “but you two better keep it down, okay? Teucer’s room is right across-”

“MOM.” Your boyfriend’s face is a deep red, his freckles standing out against his tinted skin, and you can’t help but giggle. He buries his face in his free hand with a groan.

“Wait, so Ajax gets to sleep with his partner, but when I bring my girlfriend over, she has to sleep alone?” His older sister scoffs with disappointment. “It’s not like WE were gonna do any ‘funny business’ and yet-”

“Wait, what’s ‘funny business’?” Teucer asks innocently. The table is filled with roaring laughter-and Teucer’s confused pout- and you lean into your boyfriend’s shoulder. You can practically feel the heat radiate off of his cheeks, but he’s grinning, too.

You’re only about halfway through your monster of a meal when Tonia stands up, clapping her hands cheerfully. “I think it’s time for dessert!” She calls, skipping off to the kitchen.

“Oh goodness, she’s so proud of her kutia.” Mom remarks fondly. “ We don’t normally eat it until a few days from now, but Tonia was really excited to make it for you, Y/N. Please, be a dear and compliment her on it when she comes back, won’t you?”

You shoot Childe a look of surprise and horror, whispering, “There’s more?” And he just chuckles. You should’ve expected this. As with anything to do with Childe, there’s always more.

✧ with his mother’s blessing, you two finally get some real alone time in the guest room. though, for a guest room, it’s huge- probably bigger than your own room at home. it does feel… emptier, though, especially in comparison to the rest of the house. there are no decorations, just a large bed, a nightstand with a lamp, and a dresser. you and childe’s suitcases are tucked neatly under the bed. ✧ already in your pyjamas, you hop on top of the mattress and shimmy beneath the blankets. the soft bedding sinks until you are comfortably encased in your cotton cocoon. if your boyfriend doesn’t hurry up, you might just fall asleep without him. ✧ thankfully, he comes into the room pretty soon after you, dressed in a large shirt and his boxers. he’s more modestly dressed for bed than usual, but you’re not too surprised- this isn’t exactly a private home, after all. ✧ he flops on top of the blankets across your legs, sighing loudly and melodramatically. you stretch down to ruffle his hair lovingly.

He twists his head toward you, catching your palm and planting a kiss on it. You smile before beckoning him to join your side. As soon as he’s spread the blanket haphazardly over himself, he’s weaving his arms across your waist and smushing his cheek against your shoulder.

“Was today okay?” Childe asks softly. He always seems to get unbelievably soft when he’s sleepy. You wonder if he’s aware of it.

You lift your hand to brush the side of his face. “Today was amazing, babe. Your family is really fun, and they’ve made me feel so, so welcome.” You kiss his forehead and he hums, almost relieved. “Thank you, for bringing me.”

Thank you for coming, he wants to say. Thank you for trusting me, thank you for staying with me, thank you for loving me. The words won’t come out, so he instead tightens his arms against your core.

“Ajax, are you okay?” You swivel so that you can wrap one of your arms around his neck, his head falling into the side of your chest.

There’s a pause as he considers it. Is he okay? He doesn’t get asked that a lot- and when he is asked, he always lies. He doesn’t want to lie to you any more than he has to. But what can he say? He’s home, but it doesn’t feel like the home he knew. His family has grown, and he has, too. They’ve changed, he’s changed… He misses everything he had, and there’s no way to go back.

You gently tap his shoulder, bringing him back to you. You, another change in the life he once recognized. He raises his head to look into your eyes, patient and yet worried- for him.

Childe smiles. “I’m okay, sweetheart.” He has you now, after all. He can’t go back to the way things once were. Maybe he doesn’t need to go back, if going back meant not having you at his side. Maybe one day, he’ll find the words to tell you this.

You lean in to kiss his forehead again, but he straightens up to meet your lips with his. It’s a bit clumsy, you’re both sleepy and warm and together, but you melt into each other.

Childe separates from you after a moment, and in your tired, loving haze you miss the sudden devious glint in his stare.

“You know what would make me feel even better than okay, though?”

“Hmm?”

His hands begin to roam under your shirt. “Well, you remember that ‘funny business’ my mom mentioned earlier-?”

You groan, pushing away from him and picking your pillow up to shove into his face, a bark of your boyfriend’s cackle following. He continues giggling as you turn away from him with a huff, making a point to lay down.

“Good night, you big dork.”

His laughter dies down as he slides further beneath the covers to join you, rewrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. He kisses the back of your neck with a contented sigh.

As long as he’s next to you, Childe is already way better than okay, he’s certain of it.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

#i wanted to write some hcs about him taking you ice fishing and talking about his dad but. idk i like the sweet ending more #.sol writes #.request #.anonymous #genshin impact #genshin x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #childe x gn!reader #ajax x reader #childe headcanons #childe fluff #childe

[bandaged-writer]

can u do jouno, yosano, and nikolai hcs with an adorable, sweet s/o who is really horny and gets flustered easily but is really shy about asking for it (Like the other rq you wrote)? I saw those hcs you wrote when browsing the tag and they were really cute and your writing is so good 🥺🥺

Thank you so much, nonnie <3 Tbh, I breathed for writing Jouno and Nikolai’s hcs, so if you have a request including the two, pls drop it!

Warnings: nsfw-ish/suggestive themes, dirty talk

Jouno Saigiku

➤ You can’t hide shit from Jouno. That man’s got heavily enhanced senses of hearing and smell, so he’ll know you’re horny just by the faster beating of your heart or the smell of wetness between your legs.

➤ Jouno is a very composed man unless Tecchou tests his patience and goes on about the day like nothing’s out of the ordinary. He knows you’re more of a shy kind of person and struggle to ask him for things that include the two of you sleeping together, so Jouno waits for your horniness to reach its peak until you can’t help but spit it out.

➤ “Now, was it so hard to admit that you want me?”

➤ Takes some kind of entertainment of you being about to ask him to rail you, but you stumble over your words, blush and tell him to forget that this situation had ever happened. Usually, he’d lose his temper and tell the person to hurry the hell up, but you’re a different story. He keeps you very close to his heart and is somehow much more patient with you; especially because he wants to get you out of your shell.

➤ Jouno will approach you about it if you manage to keep your mouth shut about it and you join him in bed more hesitantly and with your heart basically pounding within your ribcage. You acted like this was the first time the two of you shared a bed, although it clearly wasn’t and Jouno prefers your heart beating in a calm manner when joining him and not in a nearly erratic state.

➤ “So, when were you going to tell me that you’ve been soaking all day?” He’s pretty blunt about it, absolutely no shame whatsoever. You gotta live with it.

➤ “Hah?! T-this must be your i-imagination!” You’d search for excuses and shamefully sink into the blankets until they’d reach the apple of your cheeks. You knew that hiding the fact that you want Jouno in more ways than one was useless, so why the hell did you think you’d be getting out of this smoothly?

➤ “Your heart rate just jumped considerably, [Name]. You’re so easy to read, it’s actually cute.” Jouno would tilt your head upwards and stroke his thumb along your jawline and down your neck to feel your pulse thumping against his skin in anticipation. 

➤ It’d seem like he’s leaning in for a kiss but ends up kissing the corner of your lips, knowing that it’ll cause you to kiss him properly. Jouno knows how to play you and make your patience snap, no matter how shy you are.

➤ Really enjoys the beating of your calming heart once he’s done with you and you’re close to falling asleep on him.

Yosano Akiko

➤ Luckily for you, Yosano isn’t a whole ass Jouno and you’ll be able to brush it off and she’ll believe you. After all, you’re a more reserved person and she trusts you enough to come to her if something is bothering you.

➤ Yosano will notice your typical “I’m horny but can’t confess it” signs when you’re a little bit more jumpy whenever her knee would touch yours or when she’d place her hand on your thigh. Ultimately, it’s your shivering, bitten lips and the heavy blush that is a dead giveaway.

➤ The second biggest tease about her discovery. Her touch would linger a little longer than appropriate and when no one was within hearing range, she’d whisper dirty nothing in your ear and bask in your reaction. Yosano absolutely loves seeing you flustered, especially when it’s at work and not at home where such a thing would be more appropriate.

➤ “[Name], I think we can cut the ice-cream for today. I’d rather have you melt on my tongue once we get home.”

➤ You’d jump in your seat, face red and mouth agape like a fish on land. You couldn’t quite believe your ears and how your body reacted to her words so easily. It was actually a bit unfair how Yosano had you so strung up by saying a couple of words while you couldn’t say such things; it was simply embarrassing.

➤ That would continue for quite some time and you were excited about going home for very obvious reasons, but it turns out that you wouldn’t have to wait that long. Tanizaki asked you to bring some documents to Yosano and of course, you didn’t decline his request.

➤ As soon as you step foot into the infirmary, Yosano locks the door and pushes you up against its hard surface, scolding you for being such a tease yourself. “It’s a shame that I’ll have to ruin your cute facade right here, but you have to stay quiet for me, alright?”

➤ You have a hard time explaining to your colleagues why your hair is a mess and why your legs are basically jello.

Nikolai Gogol

➤ He’s the biggest tease out of the three. Nikolai’s very observant and as soon as he realizes that what you want is him, you’re in for quite the show. Literally.

➤ At first it’s all cute and games. He squishes your red cheeks together and cutely coos at you. “[Name], you’re the cutest for wanting me, you know? Especially when you’re all blushy and shy about it!” 

➤ Nikolai gets straight to business and doesn’t wait for you to voice out your want or teases you with words like Yosano. He immediately leads you into the bedroom and makes you stand in front of the mirror, ordering you to watch closely as his next trick includes you as his “assistant”. You want to question him what he’s about to do, but a magician doesn’t tell anyone anything about their tricks. 

➤ “Today’s big question is: Where is [Name]  the most sensitive today!” 

➤ “Nikolai, what the hell-”

➤ “Hush or you’ll ruin the magic and I’ll have to punish you.”

➤ Super touchy and gropes you everywhere. Nikolai knows your weak spots and will find the one that draws the loudest reaction out of you. His mouth is on your neck, sucking color into the skin and nibbling but then goes “Hm, looks like this might not be it” when it’s only a whimper slipping your lips.

➤ Continues by gradually undressing you in front of the mirror, fondling your breasts, squeezing your waist and letting his fingers graze the skin of your thighs. He lives for chasing you to the edge until you plead for Nikolai to stop fucking around and properly touch you.

➤ Has the time of his life teasing you and watching you drip down your thighs. Not only does he get to see you naked, but he can also practice his speech skills for his next magic trick. 

➤ Bonus because he knows that you get fed up with his constant teasing at some point and boldly tell him to just fuck you into the next week. It’s a stark contrast to your usual shyness and Nikolai adores whenever the bolder you makes an appearance. It honestly excites him.

➤ Whenever you’re too shy to ask for it, Nikolai can fluster you in two ways. It’s either the dumb or hot way and there’s no in-between.

➤ “If you’re not gonna tell me what you want, I can think of a few ways to make you talk and put your mouth to better use.”

➤ “Wanna see how I can make my dick disappear inside you?”

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #jouno saigiku #jouno x reader #jouno saigiku x reader #yosano akiko #yosano x reader #yosano akiko x reader #nikolai gogol #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol x reader

[msbelmonttepesbelnades]

Hello there! I hope You're doing well, even if You're busy 💦I was wondering if you could write something (short fic or HC) about a shy s/o who tries to befriend with Alucard & Hector, but they being cold or even a little bit aggresive (after What happened in s3, no spoilers if you didn't watch it yet!) but s/o is determined to helps them even receiving nothing in exchange; because s/o loved them after all & just want Hector & Alucard to smile genuinely again 💔

A/n: I added issac. Since I’ve been gone so long I’ll be doing bonuses ;)

Befriending Alucard & The Devil Forgemasters

Alucard

He’s cold.

Colder than dry ice.

You wandered onto the grounds of the castle.

Wounded and weak.

He was going to leave you there.

But, he’s not a monster.

Yet.

He stood over you, looking down with a vacant expression.

You smelled like blood, sweat and ... horse piss.

He knelt down to roll you over on your back to look at your face.

My my, aren’t you a cute one.

He’ll take you in after all but, only until you’re able to stand on your own two feet again.

When you finally come to, he’s leaning against the canopy bed post.

“You’ve been sleeping for 16 hours. Once you’re fed and smelling...better. Leave.”

You had no recollection of how you ended up there.

Even so, you weren’t ready to leave.

He seemed lonely. He wore it on his sleeve, despite the cold exterior he sported.

You found yourself in the kitchen, he was nowhere in sight but, a plate of freshly foraged food and cooked fish sat on the table.

Alu watched from the shadows, fighting the faint smile threatening to crack his stone face.

The way you swallowed and inhaled the food reminded him of a child.

He frowned.

After you ate the food you moved to bathe.

You gawked around to make sure you weren’t being watched.

Ever since you arrived you felt as if eyes were on you.

They were, he was just good at hiding.

He watched you bathe, so serene and beautiful.

When you finally dressed, he confronted you.

“Leave.”

He didn’t want you there. He wasn’t smiling and well, it’s not like you could defy him.

He wasn’t above killing you just because he can.

Cause he would and will if you refused.

‘No?’

He genuinely wasn’t expecting you to say that. He believed he looked scary enough.

You stood your ground.

‘You’re all alone here, this place is like the catacombs..’

He creased his brow, he didn’t care if you were right.

His sword came flying at you, the tip pointing at the side of your temple.

You flinched, you couldn’t hold up that front anymore.

He saw past that, and it amused him.

“Leave I won’t ask again.”

You weren’t going to take your chances with a sword pointed at your head.

You left.

Albeit, you stayed in the woods.

He couldn’t stop you from living out there, he caught sight of you trying to fish for yourself one day. A comical sight.

During the early morning he halted in his tracks. At his feet was a small pile of foraged food.

Was this from you?

Everyday, for the past week you left food at the foot of the castle doors for him.

He ignored it each time.

It wasn’t until there were no more signs of your presence in the forest did he care about where you were.

Never miss something until it’s gone.

He didn’t bother looking for you though. Assumed you just gave up.

It’s expected.

One cold night there was a loud crash in the depths of the wine cellar.

He wasn’t in there, he wondered if an animal got in.

That’s when he found you, in the corner under a table, sleeping.

It was freezing but, it didn’t compare to being outside.

He left you there.

At least you weren’t dead.

That same morning he caught you rummaging around his pantry.

You didn’t have time to process anything.

He pinned you down to the table and hovered over you, baring his fangs.

“I knew you were a thief.”

You stuttered out, but nothing coherent spewed forth. You could only shake your head, trying to reach down into your satchel.

He did it for you, still holding you in place. As he looked into your bag he saw a bird, a small wounded bird.

It reminded him of you.

He let you up with a frown.

“You were making sure it didn’t freeze and starve to death, I see..”

He was now conflicted, he almost killed you for being a good person.

He was turning into his father lmao 🚩

“Fine. You and the bird can stay here. Just..leave me be.”

He left again.

As weeks went by Alu kept his distance, you tried your best to close it but that proved to be difficult.

You knew you were getting somewhere though, because he smiled.

“You named the bird Lisa?”

Hector

He’s got a nice little room for him, it beats laying naked in a cell right?

Lenore gave him a “servant”

If Hector needed anything, you were to let the the vampire Queens know.

And so you sat with Hector, he was silent and he never looked your way.

You were a vampire, and yet charged with his remedial task?

He didn’t understand.

‘Do you need anything Hector?’

“Stop talking to me.”

That’s as far as you get with him when you ask.

You don’t press him.

Lenore said he might try to choke you out but she said she “tamed” him so it should be fine.

You bring his food, his work tools, and books.

Never does he acknowledge your presence.

It’s like you’re a ghost.

As you set down his plate you move around to clean his room.

He wasn’t doing it himself and Lenore wouldn’t stand for a messy or dirty forgemaster.

He ignored you for a good thirty minutes.

For twenty-five more minutes, he watched you.

You were quiet, introverted and shy.

You were only just doing your job and being polite for these past few days.

He was being nothing but awful to you.

Not that it bothered him, in the slightest given his treatment by the vampires.

Carmilla and Lenore more specifically.

Your reservation is what drew him in ultimately.

“You don’t have to clean this you know.”

‘You aren’t so, I do. Lenore doesn’t like messes.’

Hector scoffed at the mention of her name and looked away from you.

Still he was cold, but he talked more.

“I’d like to go out for a walk if that’s possible.”

You escorted him on a stroll through the castle grounds.

When you two stopped by a balcony over a snowy cliff he sighed out.

“I’m trapped here, forced to create an army...I should’ve died back in Dracula’s castle.”

You frown, reaching out to touch his face he quickly smacked your hand back and stared at you hard.

“Don’t touch me. I know how all of you vampires see us humans.”

He was bitter.

“Food, or a pet play thing. I will not let you do the same to me, Lenore did that just fine.”

He left, walking back to his little corner of the castle.

A few more days a had passed.

Your attitude did not falter towards him which only confused the forgemaster.

He was an asshole and yet you were kind.

The only one to show him a shred of true kindness since he’s arrived there.

“What’s your name?”

He randomly asked, you look his way a faint smile on his face.

Was he finally going to open up?

Isaac

A traveler you were, there was a lunatic old man who had someone you loved dearly under some kind of mind control spell.

You sought out to free them, or so you thought.

You passed the old forgemaster woman a while ago.

Finally you came across what looked to be a mass genocide.

You looked around in horror, seeing night horde creatures and bodies littered around the entire area.

You were going to run but a giant winged beast dropped down in front of you.

What the fuck is that!!!

You fell back and crawled back as it dawned on you.

You were about to get eaten by a monster.

All you had with you was a a measly little curved dagger.

You gripped it tightly, if this was your fate you weren’t going to go down easy.

“I see you’re a fighter.”

Who said that lmao.

No one was in sight, before you knew it the wingged beast swept you up.

It dropped you on a stone walkway that lead to the castle Issac took over.

You scrambled to your feet, holding the dagger out as the creatures of the night began to surround you.

“Why have you come here?”

That same voice..

It only made you look for it harder, you twirled your head to the left and then to the right

Finally a man in a cloak and dark clothing showed his face.

Staring at you blankly.

“Speak now or be eaten”

He wasn’t giving you much of a choice so you told him.

He looked you over before looking away from you.

“Whoever you’re looking for is long dead, they’re likely one of my night creatures.”

Issac’s red eyes drifted over to catch your expression.

It wasn’t sad, you looked to be relieved more than anything.

Were you different than the humans he has come to know?

‘They’re no longer suffering.’

His eyes widened, he wasn’t expecting to hear that.

He was silent for a brief moment, still undoubtedly curious about you.

“Yes..that is true.”

Everything you came there for was gone you had nothing, you looked over at Issac and he met your eyes.

Subconsciously your cheeks warmed a bit and his eyes narrowed.

‘Are...you gong to make me a creature of the night?’

“That entirely depends on you.”

He twirled his knife idly, a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

“I can’t have you leave yet, prove your worth as a human then maybe I’ll consider letting you go.”

You wondered how you could do that, by the way he spoke you could tell he was a man of deep intellect.

You knew just how to prove your worth.

“A conversation?”

He pondered it, and accepted. A conversation on philosophy and morals.

He wondered if he’d like what you had to say.

After a few hours of talking he seemed to be content.

The views you both were akin to on another, he didn’t protest to you staying a bit longer than you first intended.

He liked hearing you talk.

After all, you had nowhere to go and Issac was the kindest human you’ve met in quite a long time.

#alucard headcanons #alucard imagines #castlevania fanfiction #castlevania hector #castlevania isaac #hector castlevania #issac castlevania #alucard castlevania #castlevania adrian tepes #carmilla #lenore #castlevania imagines #castlevania trevor #carmilla castlevania #castlevania netflix #castlevania alucard #castlevania headcanons #hector #issac #alucard #imagines castlevania

[oldguardhc]

Old Guard hc #56

Prompt number: 17 - “Give me a minute or an hour”

Fandom: The Old Guard

Rating: PG-13

Warnings/Tags: joe x nicky, fluff

AN: @flamingbluepanda encouraged me to write a Psych AU for this prompt

Joe cranes his neck to get a better look at the body. The puncture wounds are interesting, each one spaced at least four inches apart, all at differing angles, both in entrance and position meaning whatever killed this man wasn’t just a random attack. If they were closer, Joe would have thought they were bite marks and maybe they are, but the last time he checked, there were no animals in the ocean or on land with a bite-radius that large and teeth spaced that far apart. At least, there’s nothing alive today that has a 34-inch bite-radius.

“You getting something, Mr. Kaysani?” Chief Freeman asks.

Can it be? The bite marks are looking to be more of a match the longer he stares at them. “I’m…getting something,” Joe says, snatching the yellow pad and a pen from Andy and ignoring the small huff of irritation she lets out.

He starts with a brief outline, it’s been a while since he’s drawn one of these and he has to use small strokes to get the head right.

“Wait, I think this is a boating accident,” Andy says, and Joe briefly looks up to see her point at the body. “Head trauma from…from falling off the boat. Hit a motor maybe?”

The eyes are tricky. Should they be looking straight or at the viewer? Joe decides the viewer for a more startling effect.

“The wounds on his back, they were caused by a…by an industrial crab trap. Yes, a crab trap. Or a whale. A lonely whale that got lost from its pod and traveled East, West. Saw our floating guy from below, thought it was a seal and…you know, had a little chomp.”

The teeth are definitely not his best work. The teeth to mouth ratio are way off and they’re definitely not as uniform in real life like he drew them. It’ll have to do for now. He adds a little shading to the drawing, giving it a more realistic appearance.  

“A whale?” Booker slowly asks, when it seems like Andy is finally done with her explanation.

“What’s your guy got?” Nicky immediately shoots back, coming to his partner’s defense.

Joe can practically hear Booker’s smug look, “Watch and learn, Genova. Watch and learn.”

“Alright Kaysani, show me what you got,” Chief Freeman says.

Joe blows on paper and holds the pad to his chest, hiding his drawing from a peaking Andy. “First of all, I would like to say that this is not my best work. It’s a very rough sketch, the shading isn’t finished, the torso is a little plump and the teeth are…they’re not completely accurate. If I had more time, I would’ve definitely given them more shape, more individual characteristics. If I had my druthers, I'd have done this in charcoal.” Booker gives him an understanding nod and Joe would high-five him if he was standing right next to him, “You know what I’m talking about! Almost nothing beats a good charcoal drawing-“

“Mr. Kaysani!” Chief Freeman interrupts, crossing her arms and tapping her feet. “The verdict?”

Joe dips his head in apology, “Yes! Look, the key was in the puncture wounds,” Joe says, using his pen to point at said wounds. “They’re very unique puncture wounds. So unique in fact, that I was able to draw a semi-accurate profile of our attacker.” Chief Freeman gives him the look that says ‘Well? Get on with it’ and Joe turns the pad around and smirks at Andy.

Both Andy and Chief Freeman do a double-take and lean forward to get a better look. He resists the urge to flinch. It’s really not his best work and it shows. After a second of intense scrutiny, Chief Freeman shakes her head with a slight scoff and stalks off.

“Chief? Where are you going?” Joe calls out, still holding his drawing up. The culprit is right here! Well, not here here but here on paper. She’s halfway up the beach already and doesn’t even turn around to acknowledge he spoke. Great.

“Nice work, Kaysani,” Andy says, snatching her pen and pad back, a pleased look on her face, and runs to catch up to the Chief.

“A dinosaur?” Booker asks, mouth downturned, fingers working the buttons in his sleeves to roll them back down to a more professional length. No, we were supposed to get fish tacos after this. “Jesus, Joe. You couldn’t have shot for something in the last million years?”

Joe places his hands on his friend’s chest and steps in his way, “Give me a minute, or an hour to prove it was a Tyrannosaurus rex.” Booker shakes his head, the disappointed look doing funny things to Joe’s stomach, pats Joe on the shoulder, and steps around him to leave.

Great, just great. Even his best friend didn’t believe him. Joe rubs his temples, he can feel a faint throb and he hopes that it’s just a regular throb and not a foreshadow for a migraine.  

“I thought the drawing was pretty good.”

Joe drops his hand and turns around. Nicky has that faint smile on his lips that Joe’s still trying to figure out if it means he likes Joe or likes likes Joe. He’s already made it obvious on multiple occasions how he feels about Nicky.

With Nicky’s looking at him like that, it’s so easy to smile. “Thanks!” And because no one else is here to witness his humiliation, he makes his smile a little more flirty. “You know, I can always use a live model.”

Nicky cocks an eyebrow at him, the faint smile still there, maybe even a little wider if Joe’s not delusional. “I’m going to go calm Andy.”

“Don’t die, I’d hate to miss your pretty face.” A light blush creeps up Nicky’s neck as he nods and jogs back up the beach.

Joe doesn’t stare at Nicky’s ass. He doesn’t, because that would be rude and Nicky is more than a beautiful body.

It’s a good thing the only witness is a dead body.

Joe turns back to the dead body. “Definitely not a boating accident.”

—

Joe slumps against the growing mound of dirt. He’s exhausted. He feels like he completed an Iron Man and climbed Mount Everest twenty times. Who knew being shot at could be so draining? To make matters worse, the throb from this morning was a foreshadow. His eyeballs are going to explode any second now with how strong his head is pounding. He digs his knuckle into the valley between his eyes until it hurts, it’s a different hurt than the one going on behind his eyes though, that it feels strangely good.

Joe sighs, at least one good thing happened today; he was right about the body. It’s a real shame he doesn’t have ‘Use a 20-year-old Tyrannosaurus rex model built by a 9-year-old Booker to solve a murder case’ on his bingo card. He would’ve been the only one to mark it down.

A bottle of water is placed on his lap and Joe opens his eyes, a ‘thanks, Booker’ on his tongue. Except, it’s not Booker standing above him, it’s Nicky.

Joe musters up the best smile he can despite feeling like death has crawled its way inside him through his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“Your head’s been hurting all day,” Nicky says, crouching down, a small frown on his face. He pulls two packets out of his pocket and holds them out to Joe. One’s red and the other’s green. “I didn’t know if it was a regular headache or a migraine, so, I got both.”

Joe stares at the two packets. Nicky bought him medicine. Nicky saw that he was hurting and brought him something to feel better. Joe swallows the lump in his throat, reaches out for the red packet. “Thank you,” Joe says, brushing his fingers with Nicky’s.

The corners of Nicky’s lips tick upwards, “No problem.”

Joe tears the packet open and dumps both pills in his hands before tossing them into his mouth. Nicky has the bottle of water open and held out for him and Joe takes it with a grateful nod. Even though he swallows the pills on the first gulp, he finishes the whole bottle. Only when he’s done, does he remember that Booker might want some too.

“I gave him a bottle too,” Nicky says and that’s a sign, right? That has to be a sign of how amazing they would be together. “The pharmacist said those pills should work in 15 minutes.” Joe nods, he’s intimately familiar with the wonders of Excedrin. He would’ve taken one around lunch if they hadn’t been following another lead at the time.

“Thank you,” Joe repeats, closing his eyes again even though he wants nothing more than to stare into Nicky’s gorgeous blue eyes. He hears and then feels Nicky settle beside him, no doubt getting his suit all dirty, and he’s doing that for Joe.

“Is there anything else I can do?”

Joe shakes his head, “You’ve helped a lot already. We just have to wait now.” Joe resumes his earlier ministrations, digging into that spot that hurt but was a better hurt than the one inside.

Cold fingers slide over his own, “Don’t press too hard, you’ll hurt yourself,” Nicky chides.  

Joe grabs Nicky’s wrist and guides those cold fingers until they’re covering his eyes. Relief instantly hits and Joe presses those cold fingers harder against his eyes.

“Should’ve gotten an ice pack,” Nicky mutters to himself.

“S’fine, your hands are working.”

They sit in silence as they wait for the pills to kick in. Every few minutes, Nicky switches hands and Joe doesn’t even have to hold his wrist anymore. He knows how hard to press and it’s nice. It’s really nice. He can almost ignore Booker digging in the background and the occasional splash of dirt that rains down on both of them.

“Never thought my poor circulation would come in handy,” Nicky jokes when the migraine finally subsides.

Joe grins and reaches out to press a kiss to both palms. “They were lovely.”

“Please tell me I’m not going to have to listen to you two flirt the entire night,” Booker calls out from the hole. “I don’t want you two ruining my discovery.”

Excuse me?  

“Your discovery?” Joe asks, crawling over the mound to look down at Booker. He’s made an impressive amount of progress. Probably only six more feet before they hit the skull.

Booker stabs the shovel into the dirt, both of his hands coming up to rest on his waist. “I’m digging, so yes, my discovery.”

Joe makes an outraged sound, “I found the right hole!”

“It wasn’t a hole! I’m making it a hole!” To prove his point, Booker picks up the shovel and tosses the next scoop at Joe.

Joe should’ve seen that one coming.

“Alright, I’m going to go home. Have fun digging, boys,” Nicky says and when Joe turns around, he’s brushing dirt off himself. “I’ll see you later?”

Joe nods his head probably a little too enthusiastically, “Definitely. Thank you again for the pills. I’d still be dying if you hadn’t have come back.”

Nicky smiles, the small one, and one day Joe’s going to see if he can get him to grin ear-to-ear, lips stretched so wide his cheeks will hurt. But not today. Today, he’s going to make history by being the first Psychic Paleontologist.

Nicky dips his head again and yeah, Joe hates to see him go but he sure as hell loves to watch him leave.

That ass is definitely better than a charcoal drawing.

A new spray of dirt rains down on him and that’s it.

It’s a shame no one is there to hear Booker’s loud yelp as Joe tackles him to the floor. Oh well, it’ll live rent-free in Joe’s mind forever.

#joe x nicky #the old guard #booker #nile freeman #fictober20 #andromache the scythian #hc

[yanderecandystore]

Yandere Ocs dream date hcs please?

Hi!

This seems fun :3

Also, oh my God, I haven't started writing for Prey chapter 2, I'm sorry!!! ;-; ;-;

I didn't have enough time to write it. Neither did I write for A Vixen Walking Around At Night yet.

Sorry ;-;.

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

Our first moment [Yandere OCS x Reader - Headcanon]:

🍒 Bullies 🍭:

→ Alexandra Coldwell:

Well, what can I say? She is a little princess, and you'll need to treat her as such.

She is pretty mean, and would totally be expecting you to make her the perfect date. Yes, that also means that you should be the one to ask her out, and if you do, she will talk as if you're the one that should have planned this out.

But don't worry, she knows that she is the one that has to fix everything. Going out is her favorite thing, so why just go around a mall while you two find something to do? Maybe even make you buy things for her.

Alexandra is mostly fucking with you though, I mean, she really wants you to treat her like a princess, but she knows you don't have enough money to buy anything for her (don't worry about buying anything for her boo, she only wears really expensive brands :D).

A movie is cool and all, but even if she is watching something she really likes, she would still find out she is missing something. This date wouldn't feel complete.

Alexandra does like to stay active, and although it sounds really niche, if her darling dares her to run faster than them, she'll totally do it. No questions asked.

Heels or no heels. It's on now. If you bail out though she is going to make fun of you, cause of course she would.

If you win then, well, she lost, is there anything you would like to get as a reward, Ms/Mr. Winner? Does a kiss from her majesty suffice?

Alexandra can be a little bitter sweet, but she does really care about her darling, in her eyes, your just as much royalty as her.

Her dream date would probably be going around a national park, princesses with heels can still do some hiking. Watch her act like a nerd at every single cute animal she spots. Turns out she knows quite a lot about biology, the absolute goof.

→ Adrien Coldwell:

I know that he may seem boring as hell and absolutely "0 fucks given" all the time, and believe me he is, but give him some credit.

He can be probably one of the chilliest out of the two. He does make a couple of ill comments here and there, but he doesn't mind going along with you and doing things you like.

He may comment something along the lines of "not expecting you two to have a great date, because it's impossible to have fun with someone that sucks so much", with yeah, he went full on out with that one, but he is mostly picking on you.

Just seeing you being yourself is pretty entertaining. I guess that's why he keeps picking on you, trying to get different reactions.

Adrien likes to binge watch cartoons, and although he likes music concerts he can't be bothered to move one inch most of the time.

He lets you do what you like to do, but, to be honest, something that you two can do and create sounds a lot better. Maybe he wants to find an active that you two can do while still having fun and bickering at each other.

Would you like to bake with him? He can do just fine on his own, but if you want to, he would really, really appreciate some help.

Even if whatever you baked was a mess and probably burned, you two would still have fun. You'll probably see him smiling for once.

Adrien's idea of a dream date is being able to have fun with you while crafting something, being that baking or even just a silly project. The project may not turn out really well, but throughout the experience, you still get some good laughs.

🍎 Teachers 🥧:

→ Matthew Robinson:

Oh this, suit and tie boi. This sweet, sweet boi.

What can he say? He doesn't have enough experience in the dating department, at least not the most fun of experiences.

He isn't really that lucky, you know?

Maybe show him a little bit of what you're into. That would help him understand how dates are supposed to go.

He is afraid of his ideas being pretty cliche, honey. He would love to take you to eat at a fancy restaurant, or maybe a picnic, just the two of you.

He can be a bit of a glutton. He does enjoy musicals, but he understands that is not exactly everyone's taste.

He is getting old, isn't he? He has even thought about going into a cafe, reading books or something. But can you two just stay home and read? Wait, why would you two even be reading, weren't you two supposed to interact?

Why would he even offer that? God, he probably needs to interact with people more.

His perfect date would probably involve nature, to his own surprise though. Probably taking you to his own home in the countryside, or maybe just being in touch with nature. Getting lost in the woods with you would be, quite the interesting experience.

→ Madeline Allen:

Do you like staying in home and binge watching series/cartoons? Cause she really doesn't like getting out of her house much.

She loves staying at home and simply having a more comfy day. Watching nostalgic movies, eating only the best snacks and having just a great time.

The only other thing that she likes to do is visit the beach whenever she can. She likes collecting shells and she'll probably show you her favorite ones. Her collection could be bigger, if her visits to the beach would be more frequent.

Actually, when she was younger she discovered the best spots to hangout when she wanted to be alone. Well, there are other people that go around that place, but not many actually enter and stay inside for long.

She would absolutely love to bring you inside the hidden grotto she found. It's really spacious, and the view is amazing, but her favorite part is watching the fishes swimming in and out of this little paradise.

The best moments to visit are when it is sunset and when it's a full moon night, it is absolutely amazing, you'll love it!

At least, she hopes so!

🍋Delinquents 🐍:

→ Jackson Macnee:

Jack doesn't really seem like it, but he kinda enjoys reading about romance, even if it's the most cliche bullshit he has ever heard.

I guess it makes sense for him to have a couple of ideas of the perfect date, he used to love reading this shit when he was studying at that snobby school.

But he is a different person now, I mean, yeah he has some ideas on where to take his darling, but he doesn't really think he will ever use his knowledge.

… But, if he ever found someone he actually has a thing for, maybe… A movie?

I mean, he could elaborate on a perfect date and all, he actually would love to elaborate on his perfect date, but- He feels like It would be pointless.

Eh, why not keep things simple? He doesn't want to sound like a dork. At least not to his darling, he would only feel self-conscious about it.

His actual idea of a perfect date is to bring his darling to watch a movie and show them his favorite part around town. He knows how to access some abandoned docks and believe, although it doesn't sound like much, the scenery can be pretty neat.

Two dorks hanging around at some docks while the sun is setting, talking about feelings and shit like that, sounds like something he read about.

→ Janette Sartorius:

Honestly, not even she knows what the fuck she wants.

Her hopeless romantic heart can only take so much love!

Every single idea sounds like the right idea. Stay at home, go out to get something to eat and drink, see some movie or concert, vandalize some shit like you're both Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy or something, find somewhere secret that only you two know how to get there and write your initials together, like-

I mean, she would probably be thinking of doing all of these.

All. Of. These. Every time you hangout she'll be already thinking of the next date.

Something she would totally love to do, would be just playing games with ya. In her house or in an arcade.

Maybe after playing some games, getting some ice cream and walking around the park. But she will always, and I mean always, stop whatever she was doing to pet the dogs along the way.

I guess what she wants is to spend time alone with you, with you two lost in each other's eyes, while she can also show the entire world how beautiful her darling is and how her darling is only hers. Her dream date would totally be in a place like an abandoned haunted house where she can hold you while your scared (and probably scare you whenever she can).

👾 A.I 🍈:

→ Yuma Soma:

Oof, oh dear. Are you the type of person to go out and eat a lot? Cause Yuma is a 100% that person.

What I mean is, they only like going out if it means being able to eat. There are so many human foods that they didn't even know while they were inside the game.

In the food department, there are a lot of things they didn't know, wait until they see the rest of what they don't know about, like other countries and other culture's cuisines.

Maybe that's what they like, going out and discovering new things. Maybe they would like making a trip around the globe with you, or just visiting local restaurants because that's way less expensive lol.

I guess their dream date would be whenever they can go out with you without being trapped inside the game, preferably if you don't run away or start yelling at them for imprisoning you.

But until then, they'll keep you in their hands and bring you to do all the things that real human couples do!

Just stop screaming from inside the game, will you?

🦊 Kitsunes 🍬:

→ Tatsumi:

Tatsumi is an absolute couch potato. He hates having to get out of his room.

But if it's a date with you, then of course he'll go! It's not everyday that the love of his eternal life asks him to go on a date!

But… Where would you go? He kinda doesn't know what to do. Most of his dates end really prematurely.

Get some drinks, have sex and take their energy and leave. He doesn't know what else he can do, love.

When it comes to his darling, sexual interactions don't really come to mind as much as he thought it would. I mean don't get me wrong, he can be a little pervy, but anything with you is already amazing darling.

If he could, he… Wishes he could have a normal day with you. Ya know? Without him being… Him. His dream date would be a day where he can do many of the things he and his darling likes, it may sound clichê but-

Whatever you do together would be wonderful either way.

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #sheep stuff #yandere bully #yandere twins #sheep's stuff #yandere oc headcanons #yandere oc x reader #yandere teacher #yandere delinquent #yandere a.i #yandere teacher x reader #yandere delinquent x reader #yandere bully x reader #yandere a.i x reader #special delivery headcanons #special delivery request

[pokemontrashfics]

Do you have any backstories for the gym leaders like thier parents and such?

Milo: 

Grew up on a farm his parents owned. 

When they retired, they passed the farm on to him. 

They still live in Turffield, they rented a little house and Milo’s father still has a garden in the back yard. 

They have one pet wooloo but they don’t raise them anymore. 

Milo had a really loving childhood, his parents had wanted kids really bad and struggled to have one so when Milo came along, they considered him a gift and a blessing. 

Nessa: 

It’s canon that Nessa’s father is a fisherman and her mother works in the marketplace in Hulbury. 

Her mother would often bring home interesting things she had traded for in the market.

Her father was always tired after a long day fishing, its very strenuous work and he always came home smelling like fish and saltwater. As a kid, nessa would tease him to ‘go take a bath’ 

Her mother is the best cook in Hulbury. She has access to all the best ingredients for the best prices and her food is even better than the Captains table. 

Her dad has a really big friendly smile. He gave her her first water pokemon when she was a toddler 

Kabu: 

From Lavaridge town in Hoenn (surprise surprise) 

Flannery is actually his cousin, and they battle every time he goes home to visit. 

His mom was the nurse in the pokemon center and his dad was one of the clerks in the pokemart 

They’re both still alive, but they’re retired. They’re both about 100 years old now, they’re in their last few years

He goes back to visit them every Christmas (or Pokemon universe equivalent) 

He has two little sisters who have kids and he loves to babysit his nieces and nephews 

Bea:

It’s canon that Bea’s parents are really really strict 

They probably started training her in martial arts right when she was old enough to walk

They also push her to do really well in school

They love her, but they have a hard time demonstrating it. They likely had very strict upbringings too and it impacting their ability to express themselves

I hc that her father is the regional judo champion and her mother teaches karate

They both wish they could see her smile more

Allister

I hc that his parents had a ghastly that helped baby sit him, so he grew an affinity for ghost pokemon at a very early age.

I don’t think he can really see dead ghost pokemon, I think he can sense them and his living ghost pokemon definitely can see them. So he’s ‘seeing’ them in the sense that he’s perceiving them. metaphorical, not literal.

As for the accident that caused him to be able to perceive dead pokemon, I think it was likely a near death experience. Possibly an illness? And he was able to see both dead pokemon and dead humans while he was very very sick. When he was healthy again, he retained the ability to sense dead ghost pokemon. He isn’t able to sense human ghosts anymore though. 

His parents were very worried when he developed this ability, needless to say. They were also worried about how a near death experience when he was that young would impact him. So, he’s been seeing a therapist since he was very young. 

His parents care about him a lot and worry about him. They’re the only ones who get to see his face on a regular basis. 

His father works in the market place and his mother researches fossils.

Opal: 

It’s canon that she took over the gym from her mother 70 years ago

Her childhood was much different than modern day life. She grew up while there was a war going on (the equivalent of world war two?) so things like food and fabric were really strictly rationed 

She remembers things like her mother’s ration stamp book and her father teaching her how to sew and mend her clothes

Both of her parents were really young when they had her, her father was still studying at the university and her mother had already become the gym leader 

She was an only child, her parents weren’t able to have any more kids, but she has fond memories of playing with her first pokemon, a togepi she found freshly hatched. 

Her mother taught her how to cook, and she’s still amazing at it. 

Her parents died about five years after she took over the gym. 

Gordie: 

We know his mom is melony, and that they had a fight. All of that is canon. 

Now what they had a fight about, I have no idea. Probably some old family drama I feel like everyone has at least a little. 

He still cares about his mom a lot, and his other mom (I hc that melony is married to another woman) tries to keep the peace between them. 

Melony’s wife (who Gordie has always called ‘mama’) works at the restaurant in Chirchester. She’s an amazing cook.

He still goes home every Christmas but he still finds it hard to talk to his mom 

He gets along really well with his other brothers and sisters though. 

Melony:

Her parents were originally from Spikemuth, her generally soft demeanor stands out against them pretty starkly

Even though they look scary, her parents raised her to be kind and loving which are things she still values. 

They moved to Circhester from Spikemuth when Melony was a baby, her mother got a job there. 

Her father was an ice fisher and her mother was a psychologist. 

They’re both still alive-they’re in their 90s- but when they retired, they decided they wanted to live somewhere warmer so they moved to Motostoke. 

When her kids were still little, Melony and her wife would take them to visit her parents every Christmas. 

Piers: 

He and Marnie were abandoned outside Spikemuth when Piers was seven and Marnie was still a baby. 

Team yell has always been in Spikemuth - they were supporting the current gym leader - and they took him and Marnie in and took care of them.

They gave Piers his first pokemon and taught him how to sing and write music.

He’s always felt like more of a father figure than an older brother to Marnie. They have a bit of a mix between a parent child and a sibling sibling dynamic. “You’re not my dad.” “I still changed your diapers.” “That doesn’t count!”

Piers is young but he’s really emotionally intelligent and responsible. 

Music helped him cope with a very uncertain childhood and he used to sing Marnie to sleep when she was a toddler. 

Raihan:

He’s lived in Hammerlocke his whole life

His first Pokemon was an Applin that followed him home from the wild area and his mom caught it for him 

His dad was the Hammerlocke gym leader before passing it down to Raihan. His mom worked at the hair salon. 

They’re in their 60s now so they’re retired. 

Raihan inherited the gym after Leon beat him in the semifinals in their gym challenge. 

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[ayyyez]

Oh I love Tobirama! May I ask for hcs of our dear grumpy sensor agreeing to an arranged mariage with a civilian, for political reasons? Like the daughter of a lord, the Senju needed support from him or something. Thanks!

You most certainly can! I wasn’t sure if you wanted the smutty headcanons so I cut it off at the end but I can always continue with the rest when they finally do-the-do if you like. This is quite lengthy.

-Honestly this is the most likely scenario of him getting married. An arranged marriage just makes sense and it’s not like he’s going out in the world intending to fall in love or anything. He’s not a child (his words, not mine.) He just doesn’t have time to waste on personal matters.

-He’d still be picky about choosing who would be best suited for an arranged marriage, depending on the time period, what they needed, what would best benefit the village - that sort of thing. The person in question doesn’t really matter but their reputation and what they bring to the table does. 

-So let’s say it’s the lord that oversees the Land of Fire that has a daughter. An alliance with the lord would be most beneficial especially since they carry a heavy weight in matters concerning the village and matters of state. They need to be in his favour and since Hashirama is already married, Tobirama is the next logical choice. It’s not a done deal straight away though. Tobirama is nothing if not a logical and thorough man when it comes to strategy. Emotions don’t cloud his judgement. Or so he thinks. 

-Hashirama helps him sort through the other candidates. And by help I mean he’s basically a prop for Tobirama to use to voice his own opinions. They consider their political options, economical options and alliance options. Hashirama makes a point he should also pick someone who he would coexist with. Tobirama scoffs at that. Why wouldn’t any of these people coexist with him if they’re offered up. His brother is talking nonsense. And don’t even get him started about Hashirama telling him to wait in case he wants to marry for other reasons. He always retorts that they don’t have that luxury. 

-They (mainly Tobirama) comes to the decision to marry the lord’s daughter, you. He doesn’t really need to meet you before the decision but it’s tradition to meet as a courtesy and they can’t afford to appear rude. When you two meet he seems quite cold. Almost scary. But that’s okay you’ve learnt to hold your own, it’s not like you’re overjoyed by the prospect of marrying a stranger. You smile and play nice but he’s short and curt. Not rude exactly but he offers you nothing to go on. Perfect. At least he’s not a creep like the others you almost had to marry. 

-Then came the wedding ceremony. By that time he had spoken maybe 5 words to you in total. Again, it was to be expected. On the wedding day there’s nerves all round. Not because of the ceremony exactly but rather the finality of the match. Tobirama worries about the decision he has made for the village. It’s only when he sees you in your wedding attire that (for a split second and not more) he wonders if you’ll have a beneficial life together. It’s the only selfish thought he has the entire ceremony. The village as always is his main priority. 

-You see this moment, it flashes in his eyes but you have no idea what it is. Perhaps it’s cold feet. The moment of vulnerability you saw made you realise that perhaps this man isn’t just made of ice and that there is more beneath the surface. A fascinating thought in deed. 

-After the ceremony you both retire to your new home, one that you would have to work to create your own. When you enter the bedroom a heavy silence weighs between you. You both sit on the bed backs facing each other as you take in the finality of the evening. The atmosphere reeks of an ending rather than a beginning, like a funeral happened rather than a wedding. But maybe that was fitting, you lost your freedom to dream about marrying someone you were familiar with or perhaps even loved. Tobirama now had someone he had to take care of and think about in terms of his own personal image and life. A new burden weighed in both your hearts. 

-Noticing he made no move to touch you, you decided you weren’t some chicken or afraid. You would be the one to have some sort of control in this relationship. Taking a breath you stand up and walk in front of him. His eyes are on you instantly. Keeping his gaze you slowly begin stripping your clothes. A part of you is happy to rid the garments that seemed like shackles. Shackles that bind you to him. The look in his eyes tell you he is thinking the same thing. 

-Once you’re left in your undergarments you take another step closer, to stand between his legs. You dare to place a hand on his shoulder which you feel tense immediately. It’s now or never. ‘Better get on with our duties.’  You tried to sound confident, lustful even but Tobirama could see in your eyes that this was the last thing you wanted. Even if you couldn’t admit it yourself.

-When he didn’t move to touch you, you felt a tremor in your hand. You removed it immediately and made to remove the rest of you under clothing. His hand quickly snatched your wrist. ‘Don’t force yourself.’ He said, before letting you go. His tone wasn’t soft but his kind meaning didn’t escape you. Hell he could have his way with you if he wanted to but here he was rejecting you. No, not even rejecting you but giving you the choice. 

-He quickly stood and brushed by you to the other side of the room. ‘We will do it on our own terms since it’s our marriage.’ He groaned like it pained him to continue, ‘Whenever you want to, we will do those duties. Get dressed and rest.’ With that he left the room, leaving you in stunned silence. 

-It was well after you had finally gotten dressed and into bed that you heard Tobirama slip in beside you. The bed was big and he kept to his own side but there was a lot of tossing and turning from the both of you. And it was an awkward restless night between the two of you. 

-It takes awhile for the two of you to get into a familiar routine. You did what was expected of you. Cooking, cleaning and serving as a political ambassador of sorts. The two of you worked around each other. Tobirama would wake up early and do his duty to the village. You woke each time and watched him get ready. You weren’t sure if he noticed. He did but he never said anything. It felt invasive to him at first but after awhile it soothed him. 

-But though the routine was beneficial it wasn’t exactly a relationship at all. It was a sort of hi, bye sort of acquaintance amongst strangers. Tobirama felt a little guilt for that but didn’t make an effort to change because he always felt other things were a priority. Apart of you began to understand the sort of man he was but you had no idea what he thought or felt. So you started off small in order to try and change this. 

-You began to ask him basic questions. Would you like some tea? No. Would you like this for dinner? If that works. When will you be home? It’s hard to say. You went on like that for a few weeks, slowly getting to know the things her preferred like: water in the morning and tea in the evening. His favourite kind of fish to eat. That he always thanked you for meals even though he didn’t bother with small talk. Every time you learnt something you saw it as a victory.  

-Tobirama was taken back at your questioning at first. It always seemed personal and you never included anything about yourself. He took it upon himself to merely observe you instead. Noticing that you wrote with your write hand, that you like adding extra seasoning to your meat and that you really really liked drinking green tea. One time he was given some tea as a gift so he brought it home and left it on the counter for you. He didn’t say a word about it but you knew it was him and thanked him. He appreciated that you didn’t make a big deal about it. He hated that sort of thing. It was awkward. 

-Months went on like this. One day while he was strolling through the village with Hashirama he saw you with a friend laughing. He stopped for a moment looking how carefree you looked. There was something about seeing you laugh that struck something inside him. He’d never seen you laugh before. Was that normal? He was a pretty serious person himself but you seemed softer. The world hadn’t made you hard. He admired that. 

-After this you noticed him changing a little. He asked about your acquaintances in the village posing it as him making sure you were settling into the village. He asked what you liked about the village. He started asking how your day was when he came home. Your answer varied from good to fine. Sometimes you’d elaborate but only in small detail because you could tell he was exhausted. His own answers ranged from fine to satisfactory. He never elaborated at first. And he never really smiled at your answers but always showed he was listening intently. You appreciated that. 

-As time went on you warmed more and more to each others presence. He was wary and you never pushed to hard. It was a nice balance. At night the space between you in the bed didn’t seem so far anymore and you enjoyed the warmth of sleeping with another person even if you weren’t physically touching each other. And just like that you began craving more of him. Not necessarily physically but you wanted to know him, perhaps better than anyone else. So that became your new goal.

#cookieframby #request #this is so long and I feel like it's just the beginning #sfw #tobirama #tobirama senju #senju tobirama #headcanon #headcanons #hc #hcs #arranged marriage #reader #tobirama x reader #long post #civilian reader

[miruka-cioccolata]

Hello! I love your writing and hope you had an awesome weekend! Could you write some La Squadra date HCS? :D

(ahh, thank you a lot!

La Squadra Date HCs

RisottoNero:

It’s difficult to plan a date with Risotto since being the head of anexecution squad doesn’t really allow much freedom in that regard.Wherever he goes he draws attention onto him, may it be for hisimposing height or for his intimidating appearance – it’s certainlytoo much attention for an assassin.

That’s why he prefers staying at home or at his S/O’s place on adate. Spending a quiet evening together, snuggled up close with somemovies and snacks seems to be a nice way for Risotto to blow off somesteam from his busy work schedule. Risotto isn’t exactly achatter box so a date with him could lead to a rather one-sidedconversation, but what he doesn’t tell in words, he makes up withactions: Slow rubs on their hand or back and the one or other chastekiss assure his lover that he is listening to everything and that hebasks in their company.

Prosciutto:

A real gentleman during a date and always dressed to impress. He isthe type to take out his lover to a romantic candle light dinner in aglamorous restaurant. Only the best champagne and the most classylocation will suffice for him and his significant other.

Prosciutto isn’t opposed to accompanying his S/O to the mall either,in fact he takes pleasure in going shopping with them and helping outwith advice when picking the right accessory. When they pose in frontof him, turning around themself and asking if this or that looks goodon them, Prosciutto won’t just mumble a half-assed response, but willgive his honest (and also highly critical) opinion.

Pesci:

His S/O could talk Pesci pretty much into anything for a date, he issimply happy when they make time for him at all. He is quite drawn tonature, so a picnic by the river or maybe even a fishing trip wouldbe an ideal date in his books. Understandably, fishing isn’t anactivity for everyone and he’s the last person wanting to make his S/Ouncomfortable, so just strolling around the park or the city withsome fast food or ice cream on the go is a great option for him aswell.Dates always make him a little nervous, he is just so afraidof screwing up: What if his lover gets bored? What if he accidentallyoversteps a boundary or says something stupid?

The worries he harbors would sooner of later vanish once he loosensup a little and forgets his  anxieties, then Pesci becomes quitetalkative and energetic.

Formaggio:

Formaggio loves places where he can relax and shrug off the stresshis profession puts onto him on a regular basis. He would love totake his S/O to his favorite little bar, downing a beer or two withsome food and chatting with them animatedly. Often his conversationsare laced with heavy flirting and the one or other touch that goesjust beyond tame hand holding. Seeing his lover wearing one of hisown jackets is very alluring to him, especially if they are way toobig for them. It just looks so cute on them!

He isn’t opposed to lounging lazily with his S/O at home either,maybe even cooking a meal together. Formaggio is a firm believer thatfood tastes miles better when he and his lover work as a team in thekitchen.

Illuso:

Illuso would probably take his S/O to the movies. He deliberatelychooses a horror flick, not only because he likes the thrill of thesuspense, but also because he can be near them when they get scaredand drape an arm around his lover for comfort.

Illuso enjoys culture in general, so taking a trip to a museum or anart gallery wouldn’t be unusual for him to suggest either. He thinksthere is something pleasant – even intimate - about looking at artpieces together and he will ask his S/O for their interpretation ifhe catches them standing around a painting for a while. He pays muchinterest to them voicing their thoughts and loves deep, interestingdiscussions with them.Also he makes it a priority to buy them something after a date as alittle souvenir, so they can remember the good time they sharedtogether.

Melone:

To be honest, Melone is content with anything his S/O suggests aslong as he can spend time together with them. If they ask him for hispreference, he’ll tell them the name of a small café or a gelateria,anything cozy is okay with him.

Small talk is fine and all, but having deep conversations that gojust beyond the usual superficial chatter is what he truly enjoys.Melone is well-read, so his S/O won’t have any troubles finding agood enough subject to talk about with him, it can range fromliterature to philosophy to pop culture to mundane issues and even tocelebrity gossip; there’s hardly a topic he knows absolutely nothingabout. Similar to Prosciutto, Melone is also eager to accompanyhis lover on a shopping trip since he is fond of fashion. He’llgladly offer advice when his significant other asks him for hisopinion (although he will teasingly state that they’d look much better without clothes anyway).

Ghiaccio:

The ice rink is Ghiaccio’s favorite place to take his S/O to on adate. Unsurprisingly, he’s an ice skating pro, making all the otherpeople on the ice stop and stare in awe at his graceful twirls andexpert jumps.  Never would his S/O catch Ghiaccio admitting it, buthe secretly tries to impress his lover with his skating skills.Should his significant other be a much less stellar skater than him,he’ll try to teach them, gathering up all the little patience that hehas and even giving the one or other encouraging comment. Arcadesare great too! Ghiaccio is very competitive with videogames and hewill by no means take a defeat lightly. During a match he is sofocused on the flickering screen as the moving pixels reflect on hisglasses and he snarls and curses whenever his S/O manages to outdohim. He’ll treat them to lunch if they win a game against him.

#risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #illuso #melone #ghiaccio #jjba headcanons #jjba part 5 #vento aureo #golden wind #jojo's bizarre adventure #la squadra di esecuzione #request #rissothoe

[thorne93]

Stan Lee University (Part 3)

Prompt: What would the Avengers be like in college, more importantly, what would they be like if Y/N existed around them?

Word Count: 1912

Warnings: drama, language, betrayal

Notes: This is based on a HC from @carryonmyswansong. They helped brainstorm and write part of this series. In this AU, no one will have powers, everyone is a normal human. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong​

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The rest of the week went pretty smooth. You were trying to make sure all of your schedules and things lined up. On Friday you had physics lab so you were with Tony, Bruce, and Stephen again.

Just as lab got started, you got the invitation out of your backpack and handed it to Stephen.

“Hey, wanted to give you this before I forgot. No pressure or anything. If you don’t want to meet up, that’s cool. But we do have free pizza and drinks so, if you don’t come for anything else…” you joked, laughing slightly.

You weren’t sure why you were trying so hard to get this guy to like you, you just really needed him to.

“Stop trying to recruit people, Y/N. It’s like you’re a cult leader,” Tony remarked, shuddering slightly as he help set up the experiment.

“I’m not a cult leader because I want people to join a fun club, how is that a cult?”

“Do you offer food and drink?” Bruce asked.

“Yes, I just said that but--”

“Do you insist they meet up every chance they get?” Tony inquired.

“Well, once a month is mandatory, but we try to go to as many events as we can--”

“Do you stand there and tell people why you’re better than everyone else and how everyone else won’t make it in life if they don’t join you?”

You glared at them before turning back to your lab. You mumbled, “Fuck you two.”

This made Bruce and Tony slightly snicker as Stephen looked at the invite.

“I'll join your cult. I wasn’t involved much at my old school, but I’d like to be here,” he explained, with a warm grin at you.

You smiled over at him. “Well thank you for joining our cult--I mean, club.” You shot a playful smile at Tony and Bruce who merely shook their heads.

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Around 6:30 you got a text from Natasha to the huge group chat you all shared. She wanted to see if anyone would be up for getting together for coffee at the cafe on campus. After a pretty stressful and busy week, you jumped at the chance.

Nat would be there, of course, and Clint. She and Clint had started dating senior year of highschool and had a pretty strong bond, never broke up once and very rarely ever fought. Wanda and her brother Pietro chimed in and said they would come. Surprisingly, T’Challa agreed as well. Bucky and Steve said they were on their way over. Sam would come as soon as his class was out, and the rest said they just wanted to catch up on some sleep before studying tomorrow.

For a split second, you wondered if you should do the same, but then you realized that you worked really hard all week, every night, and that you needed a break or you would burn out.

You grabbed your bag and dashed out of your dorm, over a few buildings to the cafe. Nat and Clint were already there, cozy in a corner.

“Hey!” you greeted as you came over. You threw your bag down, got your wallet out, and went to order your favorite coffee with a water on the side. As soon as you paid, you ducked back over to the table while Bucky and Steve came inside the cafe, spotting the three of you. They waved and walked over. As soon as everyone got settled in with their drinks, conversation slowly started.

“So how is everyone’s first week?” Wanda wondered as she sipped some tea.

“Awful. You wouldn’t believe--” Pietro started but she cut him off.

“I’ve already heard all of your complaining all week,” she said evenly. “I want to hear someone else’s.”

Wanda and Piet lived off campus, nearby in an apartment together.

Pietro rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair.

“I heard Tony is throwing a party tomorrow night, is anyone going to that?” Steve asked before reaching for his cup.

“Ugh, no. He always gets the drunkest,” Wanda said.

“Isn’t that what makes it fun?” Sam retorted.

“Yeah watching Stark get drunk off his ass is the highlight of all of his gigs,” Bucky said with a smirk and a slight laugh.

“You mean like how you almost stole a cop car the last time you got drunk?” Clint asked.

“I wasn’t going to steal it. I wanted to sit in it because-- you know what, nevermind.”

“Y/N, T’Challa?” Steve asked, pointing to you two.

“I have a lot to do. Don’t really have time for anything like that,” T’Challa said simply. Which made sense, seeing as he was political science major and constantly working on campaigns. Sometimes for his father, other times for his father’s friend. His dad is a Congressman.

“Yeah, me either. I need to get the pre-scripts club shit together. Plus do all my homework from this week,” you explained.

“Oh god, again with the huge life plan!” Bucky exclaimed, teasing as he threw up his hands.

“It wouldn’t hurt you to have a plan, Bucky,” you shot back with a coy smile.

“The only plan I need is how to pass that stupid mechanics class…. Stark said he’d help me but I don’t know…”

“Why don’t you just let him help you?” Nat asked, peering at her friend with one eyebrow cocked.

“Because he’s gonna be a cocky ass about it, and I don’t want that. I can do it on my own.”

“He says as he struggles,” Sam teased.

Bucky waded up a napkin and threw it at him.

“Yeah my art history class seems needlessly tedious,” Wanda informed.

“Oh, who do you have?” Steve asked, seeing as they were both art minors.

“Peterson?”

“Oh, he’s not too bad. Just pay attention to dates and the artist names, that’s pretty much all you need.”

“Thanks,” she said, shooting him a smile.

“Sports?” Natasha asked, prompting all the athletes to talk about their extracurriculars.

“Archery is about to start next week, and I’m fucking stoked,” Clint informed. “I get to train them this year because coach says I’m better than him. I am so ready to make the fresh meat work for it.”

Everyone laughed a little.

“Just go easy on them,” you slightly begged.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh no, they’re in for it. I’m going to build them into the best damn archers in North America.”

“Football practice has been good so far,” Steve stated simply, diverting everyone’s attention. “Mostly got everyone back from last year. We have about three new faces.”

“Oh, speaking of football,” you suddenly said, piping in.

“Hmm?” Steve inquired.

“Thor, do you know him well?”

“Thor? Yeah, he’s pretty good. Honestly I think he should be quarterback, not me, but he’s a pretty good fullback, for now. Why?”

“I met his brother, the theater major? Loki… he’s…”

“Loki?” Clint asked, perplexed. “You mean that weird kid with the black hair and looks like he needs to get out in the sun?”

You laughed slightly. “That’s the one. But he’s really cool, so far. He isn’t anything like Thor, from what I can tell.”

“Sometimes siblings are like that. One is amazing and one is just so-so,” Pietro piped up as he put his elbow on his sister’s shoulder, making her laugh before pushing him off.

“Thor talks about Loki, a little. It’s usually pretty good. What class do you have with him?” Steve wondered.

“Lit. He seems to know his stuff,” you noted.

“Oh no, I know that look,” Nat said with a side smile.

“What look?” you asked, frowning.

“That look you get when intelligence gets you hot.”

“What… what are you talking about?” you stuttered a little as you blushed.

Sam rolled his eyes as he chimed in, “Oh come on, Y/N. We all know you’re a sucker for a big... brain.”

“Really? Then why did she ever date Bucky?” T’Challa asked before a smirk crept onto his face.

His comment made everyone laugh except Bucky who simply said, “Hey!”

“I don’t like him like… that,” you said, realizing you were failing miserable and blushing so much you thought you’d melt the ice in the drinks on the table. “Well… not really…”

“Oooh… So it’s true. I didn’t peg you for a lit major sort of person,” Pietro commented, appraising you.

“I’m not,” you argued a little too fast.

“If we are talking about people we found interesting,” Wanda said, taking the attention off you, “I really like this guy in my history class. His name is Josh and he’s really sweet.”

“There’s a girl named Molly in one of my classes,” Sam added.

“Oh, yeah, I saw her, she’s a real doll,” Steve added, giving his approval.

“I plan on getting her number next week,” Sam informed, a proud smile on his face.

“Well good luck to you two,” you said raising your cup.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. If it’s not this Loki, then who is it?” Natasha pressed.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re being pretty evasive about feelings and crushes tonight. Makes someone wonder if maybe you do have a crush, but we just guessed the wrong guy.”

“I have seen you walk out of your physics class talking to someone, who is that guy?” Bucky inquired.

Your eyes flashed to him, a scolding in your gaze. He was fishing for information that he had no right to.

“He’s… his name is Stephen. He’s a pre-med student. He’s going to come to the club, that’s all I know,” you said innocently.

A small round of “ahs” went around the table.

“That’s it, that’s the guy,” Sam said definitively, earning a nod from just about everyone else.

“What the hell does that mean?” you asked, your voice defensive.

“Face it, Y/N,” Bucky interjected. “You like a certain type.”

“The successful type,” T’Challa said with a nod.

“Yeah, when you aren’t dating Bucky, you date pre-law, pre-pharm, or science majors. You just gravitate towards those type. And with him being pre-med, and you being pre-med…” Steve answered, the idea trailing off.

“You all really think I’m that shallow?” you asked, a bit of teasing shock in your tone.

A resounding “Yes” came in unison your way. With a huff you shook your head, rolled your eyes, and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Okay, so I have a type, does that make me a bad person?”

“No one said it made you a bad person,” Sam lightly corrected. “We just know you… and your type happen to be the success type.”

“And that’s a bad thing? Should I aim for a guy that his goals peak at landing a retail gig?”

“No… we’re just saying when it comes to guys, you don’t follow your heart,” Natasha softly said.

“Yeah, she follows their wallet,” Pietro noted with a snicker before Wanda smacked his arm, hard.

“All we’re saying is that you have a certain plan, and life, set in your mind and that’s what you go after,” Wanda stated gently.

After a moment, you nodded and talk began circling around shitty professors, as well as really good ones. People offered tips where they could for professor’s they’d already taken. The rest of the night was relatively smooth, but you couldn’t get over what your friends had said. Were they right? Did you really gravitate only towards the “serious” professionals? If so, why were you that shallow?

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A, B, C, D, E, V, W, X, Y, Z MWA

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 A   :   AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

— Energetically. Candidly. Through allegories that may come off as odd and even goofy, but make sense when his reality is taken into consideration.

       Childe doesn’t admit to watering down what goes through his head. Often, when it boils down to such displays, he is caught singing casual praises to the object of his affection. Whether platonic or romantic, he’ll call it as he sees it, and let them know what exactly falls under his appreciation in that moment.

e.g. Commenting on their clothes, their mood; compares these elements to experiences he deems valuable, and/or says something out of left field to signal he trusts them ( “And in the heat of battle, I know that you’d have my back” / “This is the level of trust I place in you” )

— Through his family and his homeland. He will want the other person to meet his siblings, to experience the simple joys of Snezhnaya, to be part of his story. 

— Through cooking. This man can cook and he will.

— Through letters. He is constantly on the move. Rare are the occasions where he is stationed somewhere for more than a month. To counter the distance, he writes and sends letters through his envoys.

B   :   BOUQUET.  does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

        Tentatively, yes. He doesn’t have a favorite, he will unearth and smell the nearest flower in the wild if he’s idle enough. Might tug their petals off, too.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.  does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

      Absolutely! Childe favors anything that challenges his senses. This goes for his preference for seafood ( think mussels, squid and crabs, which aren’t necessarily spicy/savory but have a funky feel on the tongue ), for example. He wouldn’t turn down the safety of a nice milk chocolate bar, but wouldn’t think twice before trying stronger combinations — namely, jueyun chili chocolate. Give him some, he loves it.

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

      If asked, he will go with the obvious and say vicious combat, no holding back. Although that isn’t incorrect, it is simply... well, again, obvious. Anyone who’s talked to him for 5 minutes will catch on said preference, it’s a low effort pick; the apple that hangs too low. In reality, for something truly ideal, the other person would need to dig deeper.

      Whether they dig a foot below surface level ( like spending time together in nature, watching sunrise/sunset/the fall of dawn or rise of dusk ) or know enough about his other preferences to shovel their way into his heart ( taking him out to go fishing/ice fishing ), either will make something more meaningful out of it and speak louder to him.

      It’s also important to note that Childe doesn’t have extensive experience with dates. Should he be the one in charge of picking a place or activity, he will open his wallet instead.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

      Unlike it’s expected of him, given his boisterous demeanor, his hugs are rather meek. Hesitant, tentative. He is unsure how to go about it. It feels too soft and close, it requires him to slow down. To be suddenly and acutely aware of the other person’s warmth and even heartbeat, depending on how tight it’s made to be. It’s disconcerting, to say the least.

      He doesn’t entirely like it and won’t be able to pinpoint why. Fact is: he will go through a dissociative spell promptly.

      Now, I don’t HC Skirk as being uncaring toward him. Though it didn’t translate in physical contact such as this, the focus was on his survival — both while he stayed in the Abyss and what it would be of him if he ever got out. In other words, Ajax wasn’t hugged enough as a kid and then Skirk disappeared, and then he grew up.

Notice how he didn’t hug Teucer when he traveled all the way from Snezhnaya to Liyue, even though he was clearly and painfully worried about him, wanting to spend time together and humor him as to not shatter the grace with which a child sees the world ( even when it ridicules or endangers him ). Notice how his thought process was broken enough to take a child to a place packed with semi-active Ruin Guards, because despite its dangers, he was confident he could keep him safe or teach him how to keep safe in there, both which are part of his “love language”.

V   :   VALENTINE.  how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

      This one is short: he doesn’t celebrate. Childe knows of its existence but has had no use for it thus far.

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

      No. He doesn’t see himself getting married. As it stands, he doesn’t see how he would fit another someone into his life like this and, more importantly, he doesn’t imagine a future where he isn’t just as unhinged as he is now. That should go against any opportunity to marry and build a life together.

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

      It takes a lot for him to use any outside of a taunting/teasing context. It’s reserved for his family and, even then, it’s limited to “dear”  — Родной (masculine) or родная (feminine).

↳ Extensive research on these words came into play. However, if their usage is still inaccurate, this bit of HC will be reviewed.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

      Yes and no, and it can be told apart with a simple question: is the person in question a child?  If the answer is yes, then he will be protective by default, albeit in his otherwise skewed manner; if the answer is no, then it’s unlikely, unless the other person has been made vulnerable in any way.

    Childe will claim to not associate with those he considers weaker or unwilling to become stronger, anyway. To an extent, it’s true and renders his protection unnecessary.

Z   :   ZZZ. how many people has your muse slept with?

      Not many. He isn’t compulsively invested, nor is he readily available at any given time. On top of that, not many people outside of the faction trust someone in the Fatui enough to lay them or want to approach a man known to euphorically annihilate people.

#play to win › ( inbox ) #meta gaming › ( headcanon ) #ccaptain #WHEEZES #THIS TOOK ME FOREVER. #Long post *

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

Ok for real I have fallen in love with this freaking hc. Thank you for creating its existence lmao <3 Maybe a prompt? Virgil gets his heart broken by someone (any gender) and skips school. Roman and Patton find out about it but knowing Virg would shut them out they tell Logan calls Emile who tellss Remy. Remy is thee only one who can get to him and they cuddle for the rest of the evening. Everyone is worried til the next day.

I'm sorry this is long. I'm not very good at this •^.^• - ReinWeShall on AO3

 "What? you really thought i loved you? you must be so stupid, i used you, and now you are no longer of use to me, so go away."

Virgil stared at the person before him feeling his eyes burn, the bell to lunch started ringing and the person walked away with their friends laughing at him. Virgil stood alone in the corridor as the other students moved towards the dining area. Virgil swallowed before he turned on his heel, walking over to his locker taking the stuff he would need before he left the school.

Tears streamed down his face as he walked home, no one was outside since it was in the middle of the day.

Virgil opened the door to the apartment before slamming it close, Remy wasn't home at the time and wouldn't return until way later, having his shift at Starbucks.

Virgil collapsed face first onto his bed to tired to move, feeling sick.

That was four days ago.

 "Roman... have you seen Virgil?" Patton asked in worry as he cast a look at the empty seat in class. Roman looked up from his notebook where he was writing and doodling.

 "No? maybe he's sick."

 "He always makes sure to message us if he is... but i haven't sene him in days and he hasn't messaged me in days. What if something happened to him?" Roman halted what he was doing looking up at Patton

 "Now when i think about it I haven't seen him since Monday..." Patton whimpered slightly.

Laughter made them send a glance back to see how a group of kids were talking, one pointed towards Virgil's chair

 "Looks like that twerp hasn't come back." one of them snickered.

 "Not like he's needed anyway."

Patton looked back to Roman when he heard the theatre kid growl.

 "That's the kid Virgil had a crush on..." Roman hissed. Patton's eyes widened. and he and Roman shared a look. but before they could say anything the teacher entered and class started.

Patton grabbed his phone the moment class ended and he and Roman walked to a more secluded aria.

 "Do you know if Logan has class right now?" Roman looked to the clock

 "I don't think so..." Patton nodded and quickly rang

It rang several times before Logan aswered

 "Salutations Patton, what can i do for you?" Logan spoke on the other side of the line

 "Have you heard anything from Virgil? or has Emile heard anything from him?"

 "Not from what i can remember, no. Virgil did texted my brother saying he was sick wondering if they could reschedule the session... Emile was a bit worried about it. Why do you ask?"

 "We think something might be very wrong... but-" Roman grabbed Patton's wrist making so that he could speak into the phone.

 "The kid Virgil had a crush on and his friends seemed far to happy to see that he hasn't been in school since Monday!"

 "... Oho... feelings..."

 "Yes. now what do we do? Virgil will most likely shut Patton and me out if we try and ask."

 "I could ask Emile to call Remy. If anyone can get to Virgil then it got to be him."

 "Please do Logan. I'm worried for him." Patton said taking back his hand and phone from Roman's hold.

Remy turned to the counter holding a drink in his hand

 "A Mocha for a Mister 'Danger Noodle'?!" he snorted slightly at the nickname as he saw how the person it belonged to hit his head against the table before moving over.

 "You as well as me, both know that is a absolutely perfect nickname." he took the drink as Remy gave him a smirk and finger guns.

 "I know it's perfect, i made it myself." the person groaned

 "I absolutely despise you, Remy." he said and walked back to their table.

Remy was just about to start on another order when his phone started to buzz in his pocket. He turned to Joan giving them a pleading look

 "I'll be right back." he said before asking Valerie to take over for him, she jolted there she stood having been refilling some of the stocks but quickly finished what she was currently doing to fix the orders.

Remy entered the back room. he fished up his still ringing phone to find how Emile was calling him.

 "Emile?" Remy asked in confusion "Why are you calling me?"

 "Logan just called, having been alerted that Virgil hasn't been in school since Monday, he told me Patton and Roman are starting to get worried and that some kid Virgil apparently had a crush on might have done something..."

 "What." Remy found himself growling out "When i find that kid i'm gonna-"

 "Not the issue here Remy!" Emile cried on the other side of the line "Is Virgil okay?"

 "I mean... he says he's sick and he does not look his best... but from your information it might not be a real sickness just a funky feeling... Oh sweet Starbucks..." Remy groaned "He had me fooled"

 "Now don't be like that Remy, heartbreak can take different forms, he might feel like he's sick... or he's entering another depressed episode..."

 "Aw shit."

 "Do you think you could talk to him? or at lest try and make him feel better, I won't see him until next week... and by then it might have gotten worse."

 "I'm so gonna cuddle him to death when i get back home."

 "REMY!" Remy cringed at the shout from outside

 "Sorry, gotta go back to work."

 "Hey don't worry i knew i called you at your shift hour. Just take care of him okay? Oh and maybe message Patton and Roman when you do."

 "Got it." Remy quickly hung up before rushing back out into the dinner rush.

Remy unlocked the door and entered the apartment, closing the door behind, he exhaled tiredly, before he removed his shoes and entered the living room. dropping his bag at the sofa. he sent a glance towards the stairs before he walked over to Virgil's room, knocking on the door before opening it. Virgil was lying on his side in the bed, back to the door, but Remy could see that he was awake by the light from the phone.

 "Hey." Virgil turned his head slightly looking over at Remy, only giving a tired hum in greeting. "So, i was thinking Pizza for dinner, then a movie marathon with some ice cream and fluffy blankets and hot chocolate to end the night, what do you say, Virge?"

 "It sounds like... you are aware of something I'm not" Virgil said sitting up a bit more. Remy gave a so so motion with his hand

 "Nah, I have just been given the order to care for you."

 "Don't you already do that? And from who?" Remy smiled

 "Well~" he said starting to count on his fingers "There is the very worried Patton who asked me to give you a thousand hugs, a worried Roman who wants to fight whoever hurt you, Logan, and Emile who's more worried about you than normal." Remy said before he looked to Virgil smiling "And then there's me myself deciding to go full on big brother mode on you." Virgil bolted into a sitting position

 "SHIT! I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE THEM WORRIED!"

 "Hey! shhh, not your fault." Remy walked over quickly calming Virgil down "You're grieving your feelings, so care to tell me what happened, because i only know about 1% of the whole story." Virgil slumped against him taking a shaky breath.

 "Just this stupid kid who used my crush to their own gain..."

 "Who was it, i need to know to give them a knuckle sandwich."

 "Remy no."

 "Remy YES!" Virgil gave away a wet laugh only causing Remy to grin.

 "I guess i was blinded to much to see what an ass they were."

 "Well, happens to all of us, after all some do say Love is blind, but Love is not always kind."

 "I hate it when you go deep." Remy burst out laughing

 "Now, how about that Pizza and cuddling on the cough in fluffy blankets as we drown in ice cream and mushy movies?"

 "I'd love it." Virgil mumbled smiling.

The morning found both of them asleep on the cough, two pizza cartoons on the table along with two mugs and bowl having once held hot chocolate and ice cream, but also a bowl now only holding a few popcorns left, and several tissues when the issue was worked out.

Remy woke slightly, smiling down at Virgil who was lying on top of him snoring away, Remy brought up his phone and sent a message to the group chat

 "The issue has been solved with lot's of tissues, cuddles, ice cream and pizza."

//Yes the Danger Noodle is Deceit XD

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[birdiethebibliophile]

for the domestic hc tarcien??

yes?? so much yes thank u anon this ship gets no love and imo it could totally turn out to be canon (even though it never will because sjm thinks everyone is straight except for mor and thesan lol)

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning:Tarquin. Never mind that Lucien is the son of the Day Court, Tarquin is the one who’s up with the sun. Before the sun. Every single day. Tarquin lets Lucien sleep in as much as he wants. He deserves it.

Who’s the one to make breakfast:Tarquin. Lots of fishy things. Lobster benedict, crab cakes, smoked salmon, caviar. Luckily for him, Lucien loves fish, even though he’s used to freshwater fish and not saltwater fish. (Tarquin discovers that Lucien’s never had shellfish and might or might not spend an entire day diving for oysters to feed his Poor Deprived Boyfriend while Varian stands on the boat and yells at him that this is Very UnHighLordLike Behavior and cauldron what are all the other courts going to think. Tarquin ignores him.)

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:Tarquin. This happens almost every day. Literally. Every. Day. Until it becomes a routine. And Tarquin makes the most adorable breakfasts. He puts tropical flowers in a little vase, arranges the smoked salmon into the shape of a rose, specially mixes fancy fruit drinks (Lucien becomes a reluctant fan of grapefruit-orange), an serves everything on a little hand-painted tray. He sits on the bed while Lucien eats and they talk about what they’re going to do that day. They each think it’s their favorite part of the day.

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work:Lucien. Another part of the routine is that once Lucien’s finished breakfast, he sets the tray aside and then practically pounces on Tarquin. Tarquin is expecting this. He does not mind. There’s a reason he doesn’t schedule any meetings in the mornings.

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day:Tarquin. Lucien never does because he’s too tempted to, and he knows Tarquin has High Lord duties and meetings and whatnot that he really shouldn’t neglect. But he still thinks the best days are when Tarquin tells him that he has nothing planned that day and they’re going sailing and he already packed a picnic lunch.

Who chooses the movies:Neither. They don’t really like watching movies together but they do like music. They would have music playing all the time if they could. In a modern AU, Lucien would have a bunch of playlists of alt rock/techno/just plain weird stuff and Tarquin combats this with classical string quartets. They argue about their respective music tastes a lot.

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together:Lucien. Tarquin is usually so caught up in thinking about the music and analyzing it and Appreciating it that he doesn’t notice until Lucien’s lips are on his. It’s always a pleasant surprise.

Who orders lunch:Lucien. Once Tarquin showed him around the Summer Court and the piers and such and (embarrassedly) told the story of touring it with Feyre and her getting him to buy one of the fish, Lucien is in love with the Summer Court and takes his boyfriend out to a different local restaurant every week at least.

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking:Lucien. He may love the locals, but he’s a bit of a picky eater and Tarquin is certainly not. So Lucien will order whatever is the most ordinary thing on the menu and then be curious about Tarquin’s food and try it. Occasionally he finds that he likes it. Occasionally he is horrified that Tarquin can even eat something that terrible. Tarquin laughs either way.

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy:Lucien. Especially for the first, oh, year or so, the sun is a constant soporific for Lucien. He’s used to Autumn and Spring, both of which have a bite in their weather that keeps him sharp. Summer is a constant warmth and heat that makes him sleepy a lot. The first time Lucien fell asleep on Tarquin’s shoulder during an important meeting, Varian and Cresseida were horrified. They soon got used to it.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home:Lucien. He knows that Tarquin has to do High Lord things, but when they have free time, they have free time. He has been known to slam the door in Varian’s face. ( “I was just going to tell him that the treaty with Winter -” “Tarquin isn’t available right now. Come back tomorrow.”)

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:Lucien. This is how he lures Tarquin out of the palace. Tarquin always falls for it. He can’t resist Lucien. At all. It’s a serious concern for Some People Who Worry That Lucien Will Use This to His Advantage. (He won’t. He’d never hurt Tarquin.)

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream:Tarquin. Lucien cannot manage to eat ice cream like a normal person. It always gets everywhere. And it’s adorable.

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face:Tarquin. See above.

Who cooks dinner:Both. Tarquin enjoys cooking at times, though he likes making breakfast much more than dinner. However, when he does cook, he lets Lucien help him in the kitchen. To his surprise, Lucien is a master with a filleting knife. Tarquin lets him handle butchering all the fish.

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:Neither. Okay, Tarquin’s only chill with doing manual labor up to a certain point. The invisible servants can clean up the kitchen.

Who stays up until 2 reading:Lucien. Since he naps during the day. Tarquin accuses him of being nocturnal. Lucien pretends to be offended.

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping:Tarquin. He likes watching Lucien in the mornings before he wakes him up to have breakfast. Lucien sleeps in a very small ball with his hair over his face. It makes Tarquin want to wrap him in sheets and his arms and let him know he’s safe. Lucien’s stopped startling awake now, though. He knows he’s safe.

Who kisses their partner while they sleep:Tarquin. Honestly, though, he kisses Lucien whenever possible. Lucien complained (jokingly) once, and Tarquin told him sternly that Lucien was suffering from a severe lack of kisses (true) which needed to be remedied at once.

Random headcanon:  Tarquin is a very smiley person, and his smile is approximately the cutest thing in existence. It’s open, and genuine, and his whole face gets involved - his eyes crinkle up, his cheeks dimple, the whole nine yard. Lucien lives for that smile. (Incidentally, this is also why Angry Tarquin is very, very scary. If he’s mad at you, you know you fucked up. @feyre and rhys)

Send me a ship and I’ll write some domestic headcanons about it!

#prompt fills #tarcien #acowar #tarquin #lucien #lucien vanserra #headcanons #mine #anonymous #the fluffy caring ship lucien needs

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@hobopollo-week day 2 -- heroes/villains I’m late! I still can’t write endings and editing what’s editing. The tone feels all over the place. Maybe I’ll fix it later. This is an idea/HC I really do adore so I really do want to write more about it...so we’ll see ;] 

Phoenix was out the door with the case file in hand the moment Athena brought it to him.

She had tried calling out after him but he was already down the stairs.

It was all routine, really; get a case, go investigate, go get them a not guilty verdict. Easy. Very rarely now in his career did things pop up that threw him for too much of a loop.

He didn't bother to check who the prosecutor was.

Phoenix arrived at the crime scene in his usual fashion. The detective was easy to get around and the other officers there already knew who he was anyway.

"Something seem off, Mr. Wright?"

Phoenix looked up to see an officer walking towards him. The man was about as average as you could get but he was nice and Phoenix had seen him around before. They got along.

"When isn't it?" Phoenix smiled and the man laughed a little too loudly.

"Is there anything you'd like to know?" He asked.

"You'd...tell me?" Phoenix was surprised; getting information out of anyone at a crime scene was normally like pulling teeth.

"You'll fish it out of us at some point or other, best to just offer my service in advance!" He gave a toothy smile and a nod in the direction of another man. "Feel free to ask him or me -- we're quite big fans actually."

“Fans? Of me?"

Having fans still felt a little surreal to the lawyer. He was just doing his job! It was heartwarming really.

"Yes! Although, my friend over there is a little more fond of the prosecutor on this case..." The officers mood dropped as he continue on, looking at Phoenix and fidgeting with his shirt cuff.

"Well...Prosecutors tend to have more fans than defense attorneys." Phoenix sighed. Always. The man seemed...nervous to bring it up, however. Interesting. He never checked who the prosecutor for this case was, did he? Hmmm.

"Who is the prosecutor, by the way?" Phoenix asked. The officer looked at him like he just grew another head.

"You don't know?" He gasped. "You of all people?"

"N-no...who--" ('Okay...') Phoenix felt the warmth of praise fade as the man treated him like a dummy.

"I was actually surprised to see you here, I thought you'd never want to--" He was interrupted by his radio going off. Police jargon had never been Phoenix's forte; you'd think he'd have picked up on some in his time as a lawyer.

"So who is it?"

"He'll be here any minute now, sir it's--"

A new voice cut through, interrupting them.

"Officer? Are you helping him?"

His nerves felt like ice and his body froze up. That voice...

"Sir, yes, sir! I, u-uh, I was..." The officer had done a totally 180, confident, before realizing.

"You really shouldn't, but since I've been there..." There was a sigh. The sound of footsteps grew closer.

Phoenix looked past the guard and there he was.

Apollo Justice.

Apollo had his attention focused on the other man. Phoenix knew he knew he was there but he was choosing to ignore him. The ice in Phoenix nerves started to melt and he felt his blood start to heat up.

"Yes, sir! Sorry Prosecutor Justice. Is there anything you need?"

Prosecutor Justice. It sounded wrong.

"No. You can go now." Apollo nodded and watched the other man wobble away, clearly shaken up at being caught helping the other lawyer on the case. Speaking of...

Phoenix felt Apollo's gaze focus on him now. It was unnerving.

"I had a feeling you'd take this case." Apollo nodded in acknowledgement. He gestured to the other side of the crime scene. "You missed something pretty important."

"Oh? And how do you know?" Phoenix raised a brow.

"I was here earlier. I already looked over everything just in case the defense decided to come poking around." Apollo answered.

Phoenix looked Apollo up and down and finally gave in.

Apollo walked over to where he'd been motioning earlier with Phoenix trailing behind him.

"Here, see." Apollo kneeled down and pointed to something hidden beneath a knocked over box. "Murder weapon."

"Why did no one see this?" Phoenix sighed. Incompetent detectives and guards; some things never change.

Apollo just shrugged.

"You'd never win without this." Apollo shook his head. He looked up at Phoenix and smirked. "Even when I'm not working for you I'm still helping you out."

Phoenix ground his teeth together and tried to smile.

"Yeah. Sure. Outta the way." Phoenix shoved Apollo away so he could lean down to inspect the supposed murder weapon.

A few minutes of silence went by while Phoenix looked at his new evidence and tried to piece things together. Apollo just stood there, silent.

"So..."

"So?" Phoenix turned to look over his shoulder, expression passive. He was still trying to calm down; his nerves were all over the place.

"I haven't heard from you in a while." Apollo said. The other people at the crime scene were talking loudly, some hustle and bustle over someone not bagging the right evidence.  

"I've been busy." Phoenix replied curtly. It was the truth, but it was his own fault. He was grabbing any case he could get his hands on, hell, he was even volunteering to go to meetings at this point.

"That's good. I was worried." Apollo said, but he didn't sound worried. He didn't sound like anything. Monotone was never a word used to describe Apollo, but that's the only word that came to mind.

"Sir!" Someone ran up to Apollo with a file in his hands. "Can you look over this? Forensics needs your approval."

"Do they." Apollo sighed. Phoenix watched the two interact. Apollo read through the file with little enthusiasm -- he actually seemed bored. The cop was nervous but competent.

He was so different. Phoenix felt his heart constrict at the realization.

After a few minutes the man walked away and Apollo turned back to him. Now Apollo looked him up and down. Phoenix felt his face flush, despite himself. "This is the first time I've seen you since..."

('Since you left.')

"It is, isn't it?" Phoenix shrugged. Apollo's eyes narrowed.

"You don't have to be so...petty." Apollo shifted, clearly disapproving Phoenix's cold attitude towards him.

"Me? Petty?" Phoenix raised his voice. He stepped closer to the smaller man as well, glaring down at him.

"Calm down." Apollo shushed him. "We're at a crime scene."

Phoenix bit his tongue hard. Apollo was so calm and collected and it was annoying the hell out of Phoenix. This was the first time they'd seen each other in years! Phoenix wasn't expecting some heartfelt reunion but... Phoenix wasn't sure what he was expecting, actually. Nothing would have felt right.

"Like you were ever one to be quiet." Phoenix huffed.

"I was really loud..." Apollo agreed. He turned around to watch officers at the scene bustle about. The large office room echoed sound incredibly well.

"Hmmmm." Phoenix had to calm himself down. He couldn't start anything now, he really shouldn't. "So they turned you into one of them."

"I'm sorry?" Apollo turned back to him, confused.

"You're just like every other prosecutor now." Phoenix clicked his tongue. "Congrats."

"What are you --" Apollo cut himself off, shaking his head. "I can't believe you're still like this."

"Still like what?" Phoenix was on it now.

Apollo just shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"I'm not going to deal with you like this." He said.

"What a shocker." Phoenix growled.

"Stop it." Apollo was glaring at him now. Phoenix took a step forward, meeting Apollo's glare.

"Make me."

"Stop it." That was louder than before and Phoenix smirked.

"You don't wanna deal with it now, and didn't want to back then. I guess things don't change that much huh." It was like poking a beehive, Phoenix noted. In his lifetime he was never one to try and rile people up like this without a good reason, but he couldn't seem to stop himself.

"Yeah, I guess not. You're still acting like an idiot--" Apollo let frustration get the better of him and he took a step towards Phoenix.

The two were glaring at each other, chest to chest, the air tense.

Phoenix realized that things were very quiet now. Everyone had stopped what they were doing and were staring at the two. A few people were whispering to one another and pointing.  

Apollo snapped back to reality and turned to see everyone staring at them. He turned red.

"Let's talk somewhere else." Apollo touched Phoenix's arm, tugging him back towards the door. He brought the lawyer into a fluorescent washed hallway. It was quiet again.

The anger mixed with adrenaline Phoenix had been feeling was fading fast and turning into a mix of embarrassment and exhaustion.  

Apollo seemed to be in the same boat.

They stood there. The silence was thick and awkward.

"It's been a few years..." Apollo started to speak. Phoenix felt himself wishing to go back and stop himself from starting anything. This was a conversation he wasn’t prepared for right now.

"Yes, yes I know. Sorry I haven't..." Phoenix wasn't sure.

Apollo looked up at him, his honey-brown eyes now dark and serious. His glasses only helped to make his eyes looked even bigger.

"I still can't get over -- you wear glasses." Phoenix reached up and pointed to his own eyes. He watched Apollo reach up and play with his glasses at the comment.

"Yeah...well. Weird eye powers come with weird eye problems. Genetics." Apollo shrugged and gave Phoenix a half smile.  

Phoenix returned it. The two stood there. It was maddening to be this close to him yet feel so far.

"Look, Phoenix," And Phoenix shivered; whenever Apollo used his first name it reminded him of their time together. Well, almost together. "It's been a few years. I really think...I really would like to see if we could even just. Be civil again."

Phoenix shifted his weight to his other foot and ran a hand through his hair. His nervous habit he was sure Apollo was picking up on.

"How I left was...less than professional."

"It really was." Phoenix agreed. "Trucy was so upset."

Apollo just let out a long sigh and shook his head. No one liked making Trucy upset.

"And you too?" Apollo asked, quietly.

"Well..."

"I know you were." Apollo said. "I'm sorry. But we both know it was for the best."

The silence stretched between them.

"I can't believe you became a prosecutor." Phoenix mumbled after a while.

"Is that what you're really stuck on?" Apollo asked, perking up. He frowned. "That's it?"

"It's just -- why?" Phoenix locked eyes with Apollo, hoping to finally get an answer.

"I can't believe this." Apollo huffed.

"It's a reasonable question!" Phoenix argued. "You had such a drive to find the truth and--"

"And being a prosecutor, what? Means I still can't do that? I think it means I can do it even better!" Apollo spat. "You know so many prosecutors and you don't treat them like this - you don't think of them like this. You know that this isn't some -- defense attorney's aren't heroes--"

"To some people we are." Phoenix stepped forward. “Well prosecutors aren’t villains.” Apollo spat back. "Prosecutors aren't some bad guys. Do you really still think like that, after so long? I thought you were over that kind of thinking ages ago."

Both were at each others throat now. Emotions were running high and Phoenix just wanted to let lose. Everything he'd been thinking the past few years since Apollo left, since before then too, since they almost tipped into more than friendly territory.

This isn't how he wanted to do it; he didn't want to tell Apollo everything out of anger. Some had slipped out already and boy did it feel good but he knew he'd regret it in a few days.

Phoenix slowly let out a deep breath while trying to collect his thoughts. Apollo was waiting for him to speak.

"We miss you." Phoenix said, quietly. Apollo's eyes widened and he took a step back. "I...agree. Look, we have a lot to talk about. We should have done it sooner. I know. But..." Phoenix shrugged, looking off to the side. "We miss you. You're always welcome."

Apollo was quiet. Phoenix had no idea what he was thinking. The urge was too strong, he noted, to make some kind of physical contact with the other man. He started to reach out but was stopped when Apollo started talking.

"I...didn't mean for things to turn out this way." His voice was soft and regretful. Phoenix's heart felt too big for his chest at the confession.

"I didn't either." Phoenix said. "But here we are."

"Here we are." Apollo sighed, heavy, and crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. "What now?"

"I..." Phoenix thought. "I need to solve this case."

"...Yeah." Apollo shrugged. "Yeah you do. Your guy is innocent and if you can't figure it out I'm sending him to jail."

Phoenix shot Apollo a glare.

"Would you really?"

"No, of course not." Apollo gave him an exasperated look. "Please just...figure it out. I'll leave if it'll help you focus."

"I don't know." Phoenix heaved a sigh and shook his head.

"I have some stuff I gotta get done back at my office. I'll see you in court." Apollo reached out and gripped his arm, giving it a squeeze. He was smiling at him and gosh did Apollo with glasses still look weird. Not a bad weird but...Phoenix would need to get used to it.

"Yeah. I'll see you then..." Phoenix nodded. They stayed there a moment. Apollo was hesitating over something. He didn't need some special power to tell him that. Before he could say something, Apollo just gave his arm another comforting squeeze and started walking away.

"Talk to you soon, Phoenix."

"Don't be a stranger." Phoenix watched him walk down the hallway and out of sight.

It felt like he'd just run a mile. His legs were shaking and he leaned against the wall now, catching his balance.

That went...some way or another. He wasn't sure. Not bad, but it wasn't what he would call good either.

A loud noise interrupted cut through the hallway. Phoenix jumped and fumbled around for his phone. Athena was calling him. Back to work for now.

#hobopollo week #hobopollo #naruodo #Shanes museless fanfic #my post #why am I so bad at writing endings #prosecutor!Apollo is one of my fav things #and anyone can pry it from my cold dead hands #I'll never stop liking it