#so much gender envy from them i swear

[retrospectislame]

opened up instagram to find the most JAW-DROPPING pictures of Ranboo istg how are they so fucking PRETTY

#like GODDAMN BRO #it was literally the first thing on my feed lmao #taking about it here cuz my friends would make so much fun of me if i said this over there LOL #instagram is such an experience 😭 #im not used to people having my socials gjghsgzgdg #i have to restrain myself from being a silly little creature over there #more on ranboo tho: #he fucking ATE #so much gender envy from them i swear #ranboo #ranboolive

[blues824]

I saw your sheep mc posts in the request masterlist and imagine if sheep mc couldn’t talk like in the manga but can only bleat like a regular sheep. So the brothers got them Dog Buttons that people sometimes use to get their pets to communicate with them. Imagine a scenario where mc uses one of the buttons that say a swear word to cuss out a brother🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Gender-neutral reader.

Lucifer

He had seen a video of the talking buttons on Devilgram, sent to him by Levi, and had asked if you would like them to be able to communicate properly. After you sat on the piece of paper that said ‘yes’ rather than ‘no’, he put in an order for them. A few days later, he got a notification on his DDD that they were delivered.

Upon opening the box, he saw that the buttons were brightly colored, and thus you would be able to distinguish them. Also, there were labels for the buttons as well. He sorted the buttons from normal words to curse words, and for the rest of the day it was a reliever for everyone that you were able to finally communicate in a somewhat normal medium.

However, the peace had not lasted more than a couple of hours. He was sitting in the living room when you were pressing two buttons over and over again. If you couldn’t tell already, it was ‘fuck’ and ‘you’. He looked and saw that you were cursing out Mammon, and he had to refrain himself from laughing out loud as he went to solve the issue.

Mammon

He let out a very loud laugh as he heard that Lucifer ordered the buttons for you, but you rammed into his shin with your horns and that got him to shut up. He helped set the buttons up, and labeled them for you. He pressed a few, and said ‘love you’, and you said ‘love you two (too)’. 

For the rest of the day, Mammon pretty much spent his free time sitting with you and communicating with you through the buttons. It was a lot more fun than he originally anticipated, and he could see why you were enjoying them. The Avatar of Greed was happy that you could finally ‘speak’ to him.

But, Satan came out of his bedroom in a rage and stomped on and broke the ‘outside’ button. You, being the chaotic sheep that you are, immediately started pressing buttons. You said ‘fight, bitch’, and got yourself ready to ram into the Avatar of Wrath. Mammon had to hold you back as Lucifer restrained Satan before any damage was caused.

Leviathan

He originally saw the video and sent it to Lucifer, saying that a system like that could be used for you to communicate your needs in a more efficient way. He also sent the link to order the buttons if the eldest agreed, and he was very excited to help set them up once they had arrived. You had the job of pressing each of the buttons to make sure that none of them were defective.

This was probably the longest amount of time that he had spent outside of his room, just watching you have fun pressing the buttons and asking for random things like water and snacks. He catered to your every desire because he knew that you were enjoying getting something akin to your voice back.

But, the fun was over when Mammon ran into the living room trying to escape Lucifer and accidentally broke one of the buttons. You were upset and said ‘Fuck you, Mams’. That sentence alone had the Avatar of Envy rolling on the floor in tears just laughing as you continued to press those three buttons over and over.

Satan

Each of the brothers pitched in and helped with the labeling of the buttons. Satan thought that the excited sparkle in your eyes was absolutely adorable as you started pressing the buttons. The first one you had pressed was ‘cat’, and he knelt down to the ground to say ‘love you’ as he left to go do something else.

He was sad that he couldn’t spend too much time with you and your buttons, but he had to do the grocery shopping for the HoL, as it was his turn to cook and he found a recipe that he wanted to try out. Unfortunately, he did not have all of the ingredients, and thus needed to go to the store. He did ask if you wanted anything, and you responded ‘snack’, and he made a note on the list to get your favorite snack.

When he came back home, he heard you in the kitchen saying ‘shit’ over and over again. He looked and saw that you had spilled a glass of water and you couldn’t wipe it up because your hooves did not allow you to grab anything. He laughed as he went to clean up the spill, and stated that it was no big deal.

Asmodeus

He was probably more excited than you, to be honest. He loved the videos of the dogs pressing the buttons, so he was very happy that you would be doing it to be able to communicate better. That means you could help him choose between two different clothing options, and you would be able to say ‘one’ or ‘two’.

The first buttons you had pressed were ‘Asmo, beautiful’, and the Avatar of Lust let out a squeal as he canceled all of his plans to just hang out with you for the remainder of the day. He took many videos and posted them to his Devilgram. All the comments were just things like ‘so cute!’ and ‘nice to see that Avatars are accommodating the exchange student!’.

But, the excitement was short-lived when Mammon was running from Levi and crushed one of your buttons. Asmo gasped as you immediately pressed the buttons ‘shit head’, and he had to hold in the laughs he wanted so desperately to let out. His older brother looked like a kicked puppy, but since he saw that the Avatar of Envy was also distracted by what you said, took advantage and continued to run.

Beelzebub

He set up the food-related buttons, obviously. It was funny to hear his voice come from the buttons rather than one that matched you, but at least you could communicate your needs and wants in a clearer and less tedious way. You seemed very excited about it as well, so he was just happy that you were happy.

Almost immediately, you asked for a snack, and he went to the kitchen and brought back a sweet snack and a savory snack so that you could choose what you wanted. You actually really enjoyed the buttons, and you had your very first full-blown conversation with Beel. It was a very moving moment for the big demon, as he had never been able to hear you before.

But, happy time was over when Lucifer accidentally stepped on and broke one of the buttons… ‘burger’. You pressed ‘bitch’ over and over, and you did not allow the eldest brother to get a word in. The Avatar of Gluttony set out about purchasing an extra button to replace the one that broke, but he found the situation absolutely hilarious.

Belphegor

He was honestly confused, but recorded the sleep/rest-related buttons. It was weird to hear his own voice whenever you asked if you could nap with him, but he would never refuse a request from his beloved Y/N. Honestly, he didn’t mind the buttons. He always made sure that he minded where he stepped to make sure that he didn’t break them.

There were times where he would wake up to you pressing a button, be it ‘school’ or ‘breakfast’ or something of the sort, and he low-key preferred it where you did not have any buttons and thus couldn’t wake him up. But, if there was any way he would rather wake up, this would probably be what he chose.

One time, Beel accidentally broke one of the buttons, and before he could apologize, you said ‘want, fight, piece, shit?’, and the twins got the idea. Belphie started laughing so hard, and the Avatar of Gluttony was just looking like a kicked puppy as you continued to cuss him out.

#obey me! #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me shall we date x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x reader #mammon #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me levi x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #leviathan #obey me satan x reader #obey me satan #satan x reader #satan #asmo #asmo x reader #asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #obey me asmo #obey me asmo x reader #obey me asmodeus

[xoxostarzzz]

Something Stupid like 'I love you'.

- eventually chuuran (and reader)

- slowburn enemies to lovers

- gender neutral reader (gn!reader)

- will have multiple chapters

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Something Stupid like ‘I love you.’

Another horrible morning on your way to the stupid place people call work, the’Armed Detective agency’. Which, you think is the most stupid, unimportant place in the world. The people you work with the most is a sadistic doctor, two siblings complicated relationship, a maniac, a guy who needs anger management, a guy who looks like he should be retired, children, and an orphan. And, worst of all, a narcissistic childish brat called Ranpo Edogwa, who just swears he’s the best person in the world. And worst of all? Everyone at your godforsaken work decides to support him!

And the enemy of your stupid work is equally horrible. It’s ran by a lolicon, has abused kids, a controlling “mother”, emo siblings, fangirl, grown man with a bowl cut, a ginger. And worst there? Another dude with anger issues, who’s short as can be, has a haircut that looks like a five year old is his barber, another ginger, and wears the lolicon’s old hat. Chuuya Nakahara. He has mood swings like crazy, and is completely insufferable. Both of these guys make your life miserable, except they really don’t try to…

Well, Ranpo totally tries to get on your nerves. But he’s just naturally a brat. And Chuuya has anger issues for days, but that’s also just how he is. So, why do they annoy you so much in particular? They make you feel weird, just them too. You’d never admit it, but the feeling was….

Oh. You’re here. You could tell by the sudden candy wrapper on the ground, you looked to the right, and the Armed Detective Agency building was there, so was Ranpo. One hand on his hip while the other was on the stick of the lollipop in his mouth, eyes closed like always. Your eyes changed to look at him, side glancing, and quickly became more annoyed just at the sight of him.

“Why are you here?”

He snickered, ready to make some smart comment. ‘I work here’, ‘because I’m the greatest detective’. He seriously thought that he was the best, better than everyone, and that everyone envied him. That’s how he is.

“Because I, the greatest detective Ranpo Edogwa, work at the Armed Detective Agency.”

You made a ‘tsk’ sound, as you clacked your tongue down. Not looking at him anymore, he responded exactly like you imagined. In fact, since he’s so “smart”, he probably knew you thought he’d say that, and said that just to annoy you. You were just about to step inside of the building- why would you want to be near him? Especially when he’s making his stupid smart comments. But, no. He decided he wasn’t done yet, and grabbed you by the sleeve.

“They aren’t here yet. They’re in the cafe.”

You rolled your eyes at that, what was he playing at? Why would he help you? He’s too annoying- too bratty, to do that. Or, as he puts it, “too great”- not that he is. You looked towards him again, head turned instead of the measly side glance like before. Deciding to play at his game, and to let him get what he wants. To be honest, it was really just to stop him from whining like a little kid by the end of it.

“All of them? Then why are you here?”

“I went to get my candy, and didn’t know where to go.”

Theres another thing that ticks you off. He, as a grown man, oldest in the Armed Detective Agency- doesn’t know how to get from one place to another. How do you, as a twenty-six year old, not know how to get from one place to another? If you’re so great then lead yourself to the cafe for gods sake.

“And what do you want me to do about that?”

True, what does he expect you to do? Lead him there? As if you’d ever lead someone as annoying as him to the cafe.

“Lead me.”

You could almost feel how happy he was with himself for saying that. He knows you despise him, he knows he’s the worst in the world to you. He just purposely annoys you because you don’t see his “greatness”, it’s ironic.

“What would ever make you think I’d lead you?”

His eyes finally opened, oh how nice of him to let his eyes fall onto yours. It’s the least he could do anyways… But, as if he’d overwork his “ever so great self”, wouldn’t want to have the greatest detective tired, would we? He gave some stupid smirk, as if he could already tell how upset you’re gonna be. He only knows how to make you look dumb and him look even smarter just cause he planned all of this out already. He planned on how to make you look, and seem, as stupid as possible.

“Because Tanizaki locked the door, so you’d be stuck here with me if you don’t. Now lead me.”

He’s really just so annoying. He’s the kinda dude who’d purposely annoy you your whole life just to amuse himself and make himself look even better. He stopped smirking, and just stared at you with his baby puke colored eyes. You groaned, before walking away from the door, clearly having an annoyed walk, you couldn’t make it anymore obvious. The steps were angry, yet slow where it didn’t make you look stupid- just mad. He did some little jump like a five year old, then started following you. One hand now holding the lollipop in it, other fixing his hat.

He watched you walk in front of him, as if he was fascinated… with how horrible you are, obviously. Seriously, who gets that upset just over having to lead the worlds greatest detective? You should be honored! You should thank him! This should be an amazing thing to you, thats how stupid people like you should feel when he tells them to lead him somewhere. Who do you think you are to get mad cause’ you have to do something for the smartest man in the world?

The lolipop went back in his mouth, he stopped fixing his hat. He also had picked up the candy wrapper off of the ground from earlier. No, not out of the goodness of his heart. Just to look at the candy wrapper, and mess around with it. Annoying crinkles from it were heard from behind you, he was probably just trying to annoy you again. He looooves seeing stupid people upset, stupid people like you. The crinkling continued, louder and louder. You eventually got fed up, and spoke in a somewhat louder voice than your usual one, as you side glanced behind you to look at the annoying, horrible man.

“Would you just shut up already?”

He snickered again. Great. What an amazing and communicative response. Really gave you a good answer. You rolled your eyes again, is that all you can do? Stopped by the door entrance, he took this as the perfect opportunity to put the crinkled up, germ ridden, candy wrapper trash, in your shirt. Just from the back, as if it was the most funny and rude thing in the world. He’s so amused and confident with his actions, he happily hummed to himself as he closed his eyes while walking into the cafe with all of the other memberers of this stupid agency.

You were about to walk away, but no. Ranpo had decided to drag you in, your eyes angrily shot to the annoying mastermind infront of you, but your eyes only met the back of his head. You then had also realized, one of the cafe ladies had seen you walk in. Now you didn’t want to make yourself seem rude, or pouty, so you stopped whining. Smiled at the lady softly, just to be slammed down in a seat at the bench of a table, where Ranpo was. So he’s not done annoying you yet? How nice of him.

“Aren’t you happy to be in the cafe with the greatest detective in the world?”

“No.”

“Rude.”

He also completely hated this, but as long as you’re upset, he’s happy. So he just had his chin rest on the palm of his hand, as he looked at the cafe area, where their usuals were being made. Ranpo was getting his usual of the sugariest treat they have there, and the sugariest candy filled drink they have too. Yours was being made too, you got one snack/treat and a drink. If you looked from behind Ranpo (which you wouldn’t, you don’t want to see Ranpo at all), you would see Dazai snickering. He probably took part of this, maybe cause Kunikida couldn’t come today. Whatever.

A lady came over and put what you two normally get on the table, you moved as far away from Ranpo as possible as you ate. He ignored it, and happily ate his sugary junk while his eyes were closed. He completely ignored you now that sweets was in the question, no wonder he’s single. You eventually finished your food, you had to make sure you didn’t look at him or else you’d not be able to finish it at all. You took the drink, and looked out the window, not looking at him at all. He took note of this, and said,

“You’re supposed to agknowledge me.”

You looked at him for once, clearly unhappy by that statement. He dragged you here, against your will, and still has the nerve to complain about you not wanting anything to with it, or him? And he swears he’s smart, if he really is that smart- why can’t he just leave you alone for once?

“Oh I’m sorry, princess. How is your food?”

“Was that that hard to do?”

“Yes.”

He rolled his eyes this time, before quickly changing his attitude. He happily hummed, and went back to his sweets. You sighed, and looked out the window again.

You’re gonna be here for a while, huh?

#bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuya nakahara #fluff #ranpo edogawa #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #bungou stray dogs ranpo #ranpo x you #ranpo x y/n #chuuran #ranchuu

[luwritesomething]

Hello ! Can you please write Mickey Altieri x reader when his girlfriend is hanging out a lot with Randy and he gets jealous, please?

Mickey Altieri Heacanons: Jealousy.

Warnings: Maybe there's swearing?? It's me, so…, jealous themes (ofc)

Edited?: Like always, no.

Reader's pronouns: Not stated, gender neutral (reader gets called ‘darling’ twice)

Summary: Jealousy with Mickey Altieri 

Author's note: first of all, thank you for requesting! i decided to do this in form of headcanons because i thought it would be more dynamic, so at first it starts with jealousy in general and then shifts to randy. hope you like it <3 also gif is not mine, but look how pretty he looks !!!!!

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas.

in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, chad martin-meeks, mindy martin-meeks, tara carpenter, anika kayoko, laura crane

i think mickey is a rather complicated boyfriend with the whole jealousy thing.

not because of him being very jealous but because he’s a mix of chill but still jealous.

but it think that’s normal, though,,,

he’s very protective, so he’ll probably always watch you to make sure you’re okay, and he likes keeping you under his sight.

but he knows jealousy can ruin things pretty quickly so he always tries to cool down and think how he would feel if the situation was the other way around.

that usually does it, but mickey starts getting petty if he starts considering you’re being too friendly to a certain person for a long period of time.

“oh, you need help? well, why don’t you ask them for help, uh, darling?”

it amuses you, more than anything, because it doesn’t come from insecurity. it’s straight up jealousy and envy when you spend too much time with any other person, full stop.

but at the same time, mickey isn’t stepping up unless you look really uncomfortable with whoever you are.

if he steps in, it might just end in a physical confrontation because, again, these are really serious situations.

he never lets his jealousy become an argument between you two, that’s childish and possessive. it probably has only ever happened once or twice and he has apologized profusely because he truly does trust you.

KNOWS when someone just wants to take advantage if you or something, and he’s absolutely telling you. what you do is out of his hands.

because mickey is the type of boyfriend who is very aware he has no say in what you do or you don’t do. that’s very present in his mind, all the time.

if you purposely try to make him jealous WHILE DATING know that he hates you (and so do i) and will soon dump you.

he really isn’t fucking around that, he wants to trust you, have you trust him back and be loyal (the bare minimum).

however,,,

if you purposely try to make him jealous before dating, you better get your ass ready since two can play the game and he’s flirting with every single human being who blinks and breathes.

he’s so competitive, so are we surprised?

his eyes are always on you, no matter who you are with. mickey always watches, and he does it out of love tbh.

he never asks, though, if he doesn’t know the name of the person/people you’re with.

he just magically finds out and will casually drop the name of whoever he thinks you’re spending a lot of time with to see what reaction you have.

“i didn’t know you knew taylor, mickey. you should have come and said hi!”

the person he probably gets more jealous of is randy, hands down.

he loves the dude but mickey actually sees randy as competition when it comes to you.

he’s charming, funny, with great taste, intelligent, and you do get along… if you met mickey in the first place, it was because of randy.

it doesn’t make him insecure or anything, he just thinks he’s an actually plausible option for you.

so if you start getting very close to randy very often, expect a moody mickey.

because he’s obviously not admitting he’s jealous.

he never does admit verbally that he’s jealous of anyone, you just find out because of the things he says.

“mickey, is that jealousy i’m smelling?”

“yeah, you wish, darling.”

or

“are you seriously jealous?”

“i don’t get jealous.”

with randy is a different type of jealousy, though, because he does get moody.

“are you gonna tell me why you’ve been this bitchy lately or…?”

the look he gives you after you confront him — he’s so fucking baffled that you’ve noticed something’s going on, because mickey thinks he’s so subtle about it when he truly isn’t.

“first of all, rude. second of all, what are you even talking about?”

he finally gets petty when you ask again.

“leave me alone and go over to randy’s, mm?”

you literally burst out laughing at that, because that’s his way of admitting he truly is jealous. 

he actually gets a little annoyed that you’re laughing, which makes him purse his lips and stare at you with a no-nonsense face on.

you reassure him randy and you’re just friends.

“thankfully, you’re the only nerd i seem to like.”

“what do you mean thankfully???”

you end up making him laugh and making him forget his dumb jealousy.

although you occasionally tease him about it because it will never not be funny to you that he actually gets jealous when he’s the only one that you want.

<3

#mickey altieri #mickey altieri fic #mickey altieri fanfiction #mickey altieri x reader #mickey altieri headcanons #headcanons #lu writes #my writing #writing #i love him your honor #scream #scream 2 #scream 1997 #scream franchise #requests are open #reqs are open

[astrobolical]

When you’ve got a cold-

Content Warnings: None— fluff, colds I guess?

Reader: Gender Neutral

This isn’t proofread, and I’ve been sick since Saturday so this is purely self indulgent. I just hope it makes sense. Just headcanons because my brain is in a fog and I can’t get out of it. ;;

» Leviathan had been confused when you weren’t answering your D.D.D. when his new game came in— did you suddenly realize you were too good for him? Did you find someone better to spend your time with?!

» After grappling with the flood of negative thoughts, though, he goes to see you, hearing a muffled ‘come in’ from behind your door after he knocks

» He was surprised to find you curled up on your bed, sluggishly moving to sit up as he entered, bundled up in your comforter like a lil’ human burrito

» When you explain that you’re sick he feels a rush of relief (you don’t hate him!!) and worry all at the same time— humans are fragile! Are you going to come out of this?! Is it curable? Surely you need a doctor!

» After some coaxing (and a small coughing fit) you manage to explain to him that it’s nothing life threatening, just a cold and that you’d be fine after some rest and some medicine (courtesy of Solomon)

» Though unhappy you went to Solomon first, he does understand why (he also does acknowledge he’d have no clue what to give you as far as medicine went)

» He insists he’ll at least spend time with you, even when you explain that you’ll really just be sleeping a lot and that you don’t want to get him sick, too

» He almost relents, but a burst of envy has him a little more demanding. What if one of his brothers found you like this?! They’d never leave you alone! So how could he?

» So, in order to save you from his brothers’ antics he insists on you coming to his room— the safest place to hide out, as far as Levi is concerned. He insists he’ll be fine, he won’t catch some normie, human cold

» That’s how you found yourself watching Levi game from a comfortable mess of blankets and pillows propped up in his bathtub

» It was comfortable for both of you— you could rest when you needed without interruption, or watch him play his games when you were awake and converse if you felt well enough. Levi got to give you a safe place to recover, and the pleasure of your company

» It never mattered to Levi if you were both doing the same thing or not, he just loved having you around him, knowing you were opting to stay with him

» Since he’s always staying stocked up in his room he doesn’t have to leave very often, he’ll have whatever you could want or need at your fingertips— and he’ll even make trips out for you if you ask! That’s just how much you mean to him!

» Will absolutely melt if you use his lap as a pillow while he’s sitting on the floor playing on his consoles, especially if you fall asleep on him— how cute!!! MC!! That’s too cute!!

» Does take a few photos, but he’ll never show them to anyone, ever! He just can’t get over how much you trust him even if you’re in this weakened state

» Will never turn away your affections, even if you hesitate due to not wanting to pass this onto him— don’t move away! It’s okay! He swears if he gets sick it is what it is! But he won’t. (Lies)

» In the end he keeps you hydrated, entertained and well… very protected. No one bothered you while you were in his room. Only once and the threat of Lotan had Lucifer telling his brothers’ to leave MC to rest where you choose (and you chose HIS ROOM, so HA)

» He’ll absolutely cuddle up with you in his tub, either to sleep beside you or to have you lay on his chest while he plays something on his D.D.D. Or a handheld console. You’re a tangle of limbs, pillows and blankets but you wouldn’t change it for the world— especially how his tail curls around you and keeps you close

» When you do start to recover and have a bit more energy to spare Levi will be ecstatic to show you the new game he got!! Now that you can enjoy it, you can ride out the rest of your cold with him and this game he got for the two of you

» Be prepared though, despite his protests he’s absolutely getting sick

» And he has no idea how to handle human colds, so please pamper the boy and return the favour— he went out of his way for you!!

» In the end though, you both end up locked away for a solid week and a half until both of you were finally clear of any illness

» As much as getting sick sucked, Levi tells you the next time you get sick you should absolutely come right to him! His room can be your safe place

» Though when you go out next you’re dogpiled by his brothers who’ve been missing your attention (and were also worried!), so maybe go out in intervals next time…

#obey me leviathan #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me x mc #obey me x y/n #leviathan x mc #leviathan x reader #leviathan x y/n #~take time to relax #I’m so tired of being sick ;;

[arkiwii]

for the ask thingie!

exusiai 1 and 8, silence 3 aaand 17. 17 seems like a fun one.

the thingie!! thanks for the questions OM NOM NOM

1. Why I love Exusiai, like her or hate her.

ok, I don't do Exusiai justice. like at all. I don't do justice to a lot of my favs actually. but I swear that she's one of my favorite characters and the first character I got invested in. she was my first 6-stars, so of course! and also, fun fact, the very first Arknights fanart I did was her.

but why i appreciate her so much?? well she's silly! yeah there's not much, but it's like, she's a character i'd love to be friend with IRL. she's easy going, really cool, funny and so lively, but also very nice and generous, also very pretty!! not in an attracted way, more in a Gender Envy way. anyway, she's just so cool!! and quite a simple character to follow around and understand. big thumbs up for the apple pie queen 👍

also with my bestie we tend to joke that "ahah my bestie is literally Exusiai irl" because of how both look like each other in term of personality, so naturally I'm attached to the character pfft

8. A headcanon I have about Exusiai.

mmm but despite how I appreciate her, she's not the character who takes a whole lot of place in my head, so I don't have many headcanons about her. BUT as I mentioned earlier, I headcanon her as being in the arospec. I dunno! I just don't imagine her getting into a relationship, but more being platonically affective with about everyone she appreciates. I just can imagine that she's not interested in it, and that anyway, she wouldnt like the idea to give "more" to someone in particular. life's more about having fun and living it at its fullest rather than finding love! and she's not in need of affection anyway, she has really reliable friends around her.

but YEAH, you will probably notice that I have a lot of arospec headcanons in Arknights LMAO I just think they're as valid!

3. If I have an OTP for Silence.

is this a serious question

have you looked at my blog in the past 6 months.

obviously its silence/ptilopsis

(jokes aside, MAYBE you meant to ask the question 4? if I have a NOTP with her? unless you were genuine with the question. in that case well uh. gesture at my +40 art pieces of Silence/Saria. I think that I'm normal about them)

17. How well Silence would do if she was dropped in a horror movie.

oh boy. it will HEAVILY depend on WHICH Silence we're talking about.

Pre-Diαbolic Experiment: very bad. she would need someone stronger than her to rely on. never leave her alone, she would panic. she would mostly be that one character who will try to solve the mystery and be nerding around. but god, she would be so insecure and paranoid.

Post-Diαbolic Experiment: final girl. she will try to rationalize what is going on. she would go on on her own, or will be protecting someone. she will try to carry all the responsibilities, fear and such, but it will become way too heavy for her, and she will often show weakness when danger is not around - and no one else is around, tbh.

Post-Lone Trail: EVERYONE is getting out of there alive or else she will make it everyone's problem. she will act like a guardian or leader, will try to take every best solution and think rationally, make sure everyone is fine and safe. she wouldn't be that much scared, honestly; she's not all strong, but way stronger than before. of course, she still needs her comforting moments, and she's far from the best physically speaking, but her will is of steel.

in all cases anyway, if someone died in front of her, she wouldn't be able to take it and will be broken on the spot. especially if it's someone she was meant to protect, she will blame herself for being too weak.

#its arospec week spread arospec exusiai #mmm rhine lab horror movie sounds funny #arknights #askiwi #thanks for the ask!!

[thelittleliars]

Super Bowl

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: fluff, gender neutral

Words: 1K

Summary: Natasha stays up to watch the Super Bowl with you.

AN: This one is for all the (american) football lovers! Super Bowl is today and I just had to write this little one-shot. Part 4 of the Silent Series will be posted in a couple of days since I'm still figuring out a good way to end it, sorry for the long wait.

Natasha and you were visiting her parents in Russia. It was the first time you'd meet Alexei and Melina in person. Of course they met you over facetime already but wished for a personal get-together. You both decided to keep the relationship low but then got caught by Yelena and somehow the word got to their parents and voila Russia here we were. Nervousness and excitement was consuming you both on the flight to St. Petersburg but you two always assured each other that this will be good and fun. 

And it turned out to be one of the best days of your lifes, her parents welcomed you with opened arms, even threatened Nat if she hurts you, they'll hurt her! That was how much they already loved you. As soon as you were there they told you tons of stories about little Natasha and small Yelena, while the embarrassing ones were awful to hear for Nat she still let her parents tell you them. After you all ate and got to see childhood and teenage hood photos, you and Nat decided to go back to the cabin Alexei and Melina build near their house. It was a tiny private place meant for the Romanoff-Belova siblings when they came to visit. And everybody was glad about that since privacy with your significant other was better than being under the same roof with the parents and hearing noises that were traumatizing. 

"Babe?" You called out from your bedroom while going through your suitcase. Natasha popped out her head from the bathroom before revealing herself completely. "You called me, detka?"

When you looked up to face her, your breath got caught in your throat, your girlfriend just looked so stunning with wet hair and wearing a tank top. "I swear you're always doing this on purpose."

She lifted her right eyebrow and crossed her arms underneath her breasts, which made her even more irresistible. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

She knew that you knew that she knew what you were talking about and this was all teasing and payback for your endless teasing on the flight. "Anyways," you shook your head to get ahold of yourself. "Have you seen my jersey?"  

"You really weren't kidding when you said you'll watch the Super Bowl from Russia even at 2:30 in the morning." You blushed and looked down. Even though you weren't american you still loved the sport and never missed a single Super Bowl and its iconic halftime shows. "It's in my suitcase, you specifically told me to pack it since yours would too much of a mess."

"And I was right about that! Thanks honey." You went towards her suitcase and got your jersey, quickly throwing it on before you went to Nat and gave her a long kiss. "I love you so much but now I gotta go and make some mac & cheese."

"You and Yelena are the fucking same!" She told you right before you left and then quickly adding that she loved you too.

Later when the game started Natasha yawned like nothing else and you told her to go to bed and sleep since it was already 2:30am but she was too stubborn so she suffered through the game. It was two very intense first quarters before the halftime show finally happened. Somehow seeing Rihanna perform woke Natasha up and then sang along with the songs. Nat being Nat, she was also a very talented singer. You envied her from time to time since you barely had any talent and always wished for being a music genius. Her talents were one of the main reasons why the woman fascinated you so much and constantly supported her. 

"Thanks for staying and watching the Super Bowl with me." The smile she gave you was enough to make you feel like it was the first day of falling in love with her again. "I know you don't like american football much so I appreciate it even more." 

"This is so much better than watching Disney movies with Yelena." You saw Natasha's thinking expression, probably reliving a moment in her head, of her and her sister watching a Disney movie she disliked. "Disney movies are great." She furrowed her eyebrows at your words. "Yeah.. but not if you have to watch princess movies so that Yelena can make fun of them. At first it was fun since she was right with princess movies being boring but now it just gets a bit annoying."

"I definitely have to show you my favorites, they aren't boring since there won't be any princesses in it." She put her lips on yours for a short kiss, leaving you hanging for more. You leaned in, chasing her lips for a more passionate kiss that she happily gave back. "How come you haven't shown me your favorites yet?"

"Because I'm waiting for a special time." Honestly you didn’t know why you hadn’t shown her yet but this reason came close. "You do realize that there's never a right time?"

You took a deep breath, "I know but I still try anyways…"

"How about later we watch one of your favorites?" You shook your head immediately, you didn’t want her to watch yet another thing just for you. "But babe, then you’d watch the Super Bowl and a Disney movie in a day just for me! What about things you wanna watch?"

Her entire facial expression turned into pouting. "I really want to see your favorites Y/N. This is quality time for me and I don't get it that often with being an Avenger… And even though I don’t like football I still enjoy it because I'm with you. And it's all that matters."

How could you say no to her looking like that? Telling you all the words you love to hear, words that made your heart melt away and fall in love with her all over again. "Okay. Let's just continue this game with some popcorn and I'll tell you all about my favorite Disney movies later alright?"

She nodded and got up to get popcorn super quick. After coming back you two cuddled up for the rest of the game. You, of course, had to yell at the tv from time to time since some players were making awful mistakes that costed your team the win in the end. The loss didn't matter to you much though since you had the love of your life beside you and that was all you needed. 

#natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #black widow x you #natasha romanoff x gn!reader #natasha romanoff x gender neutral reader #Super Bowl

[bamdelune]

In Hindsight 📹 Ch.10: "blue hour"

notes. narration ahead, song used: Pasilyo by Sunkissed Lola, original video: LESSERAFIM Yunjin's Raise y_our glass @ Weverse Festival 2023 (video is used for setting building — edited by me), kind of messy T_T

[December 18, 2022 — 8:50 PM 📍Teyvat Uni]

It was nearing 9:00 PM and you were still nowhere to be seen within the stage's area and Kunikuzushi was getting worried. It was currently 8:51, 9 minutes to nine o' clock. He was about to turn to Ajax if he's seen you anywhere as he pulled out his phone but the second he was about to, the stage lights dimmed, turning into a pink color. There were quite a few conversations of excitement up front with those close to the stage.

An electric guitar chord strummed into the speakers of the venue to reveal a familiar face, and Kunikuzushi swears he would've dropped his phone in shock.

It was you, wearing an outfit completely different to the one you had on earlier. This time, it was white with a few hints of pink to match the dreamy theme of the event. He saw how much confidence you had on stage and even he could smile as you did the same, only you were looking at the sea of people watching you perform.

—

"What do you want to do before..." Kuni trails off as he softly munches on the dinner you were eating after getting discharged, feeling that the topic might be a tad bit too morbid for a meal.

You ponder for a while, "Before I die?" you chuckle. "A lot of things. Maybe perform live in front of a big audience, I never got to do that before."

"Huh.." Kuni hums at your response. Perhaps it was fitting. That time, he never saw your passion for music in real time—he felt curious to say the least.

Now that opportunity has presented itself in front of him, in front of hundreds of fairgoers just like him.

The man's face tugs into an admiring grin at how you skillfully drag your hands over the strings of the guitar when you sing in such an alluring tone. Kuni's heart is full of pride, so full of admiration as you achieve one of the goals you had trusted him to hear that one day. He burns the memory into his head.

—

You don't know if the people in the audience could sense it, but you knew your voice carried an emotion buried deep. Underneath all the dreamy and breezy mood of the song was a feeling of attachment. As if you didn't want this moment of finally achieving something you were dreaming of to disappear into the back of your mind. Compare it to the feeling of hanging by the edge of a cliff, with only a hand to stop you from falling off—to stop you from letting go.

The euphoria of performing seeped into the lyrics, as if it was the one thing that helped your audience enjoy your performance even just by a little bit. Couples were holding hands as they looked into their partner's eyes as if they were the only thing that mattered, friends were singing along together as if your song was a ribbon that tied them together. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. You were jealous that you weren't goint to be able to experience the same by the time 10 months have passed.

The least you could do was make this performance memorable for the people here.

If you weren't able to experience that memory in the future, perhaps you would be honored to create that memory for others instead.

synopsis. You are a singer-songwriter. Music has always been a part of you, it's a part of your identity that no one can ever take away. However, there's always a catch: you are diagnosed with a chronic illness that puts your life on a timer. Those who have heard your countless melodies have grown to notice that the notes on the sheet played a gloomier tune. Would the snarky and capable medical student you've met be able to bring life back into these melodies? Even as life begins to seep out of your own body? (scaramouche x gn!reader)

tags. gender-neutral reader, angst, fluff, crack, heavy contexts of death and illnesses, friends to lovers, slowburn, profanities, drinking (characters are in college), suggestive themes but no nsfw.

taglist. (open, reply or send an ask to be added) — @beriiov @alatusorrow @br0oke96 @ohmyfinggod @itzblazekun @featuredtofu @sketcheeee @lazy-sanns @sakurapeach @sheraffim @vxmp-loml @sukunasrealgf @sleepning

masterpost ★ masterlist © bamdelune 2023. do not repost, translate, plagiarize any of my works without permission, thank you so much! reblogs, notes, and comments are always appreciated!

#bamdelune #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #bamdelune's bookstore #genshin smau #📹 (in hindsight) smau #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x gn reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #wanderer x you #wanderer x reader #wanderer #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff

[genshin-impacted]

stay close (Zhongli x Reader)

prompt: Zhongli wants your attention but doesn’t want to interrupt whatever you’re doing, so he ends up hovering– pining from a close distance. 

notes: brief reference to modern au where Zhongli is a college professor, established relationship, gender-neutral reader, physically affectionate reader, domestic fluff, pet names

word count: 1.3k 

Zhongli is like a quiet guard dog, following you around and sitting at your heel every time you stop. You’re cooking and he must watch from afar since you don't like other people in the kitchen when you’re busy. (He tends to ‘back-seat cook’ as you tell him, so he’s banned from the vicinity unless he wants to be the one who ends up cooking…)

He can't help but glance over at you, persistent enough that you notice and smile at him teasingly, asking him what he's up to. He can't tell you that he's waiting for your affection, so he tells you that he's watching you cook instead. Fondly, you roll your eyes, telling him that you’re following the recipe, not exactly getting what he means, and Zhongli isn't sure if he's glad by that or not. 

If he were to admit this desire for affection, Zhongli is sure that you would address it swiftly and much in his favor, but it isn't in his nature to ask for someone's time when they are busy. It's the polite thing to do but Zhongli feels a twinge of frustration with himself with the predicament he has landed himself into. He envies you at times for being so free with your feelings, playful and teasing and lovable, that you do not hesitate to ask for his affection in ways that do not hinder his work (unless you are doing it on purpose).

"Zhongli," you say, amused, "you're staring again. You have a question?"

"Ah, no," Zhongli says automatically, thinking how this is the last chance he will get to fess up, but he can't. "Nothing, dear. I'm..."

"I'm too stunning for you to take your eyes off today or what?" You say teasingly, and Zhongli feels his cheeks warm from how accurate the statement seems to be today. You put the fire out and turn off the fan, sauntering over where he sits at the couch and plopping yourself down on his lap. Zhongli wraps his arms around your waist on instinct, tugging you close. From this alone, he feels himself melt into your touch, and he wonders when he has been so spoiled for someone else's attention that this is enough to sate him.

"Something's with you today," you say lightly, cupping his cheeks and brushing your thumbs across them. More softly, you ask, "You miss me?" Zhongli feels molten under your touch.

"Silly of me," he says, closing his eyes when you gently press a kiss onto his forehead. It feels like a reward for being honest. "I know you're right here, and yet..."

You pull away just slightly and Zhongli grabs hold of you as though keeping you from leaving. Abashed at his show of possessiveness, he flushes when you give him a surveying look and quip a smile. "When has physical touch been a big thing for you?" Before he can come up with a solid answer, you laugh and answer him, "Maybe it's me, huh? I got you addicted to it."

You hang your head over his shoulder as you pull him into a tight embrace, arms wrapped, chest to chest, not an inch between you. Zhongli feels a sigh leave him as he buries his nose into the nape of your neck and breathes you in. In a way, you are not wrong to say that; Zhongli has never put much stock into warm hugs and sweet kisses into his daily life until he had begun to live his life with you as the main source of it.

"I love you," he hears you say into his shoulder, and the words repeated back to you are the easiest ones he has ever had to say.

"You feeling needy today?" You ask. Before Zhongli can deny it (he would be lying), you continue to say, "You can follow me anywhere but the kitchen."

Zhongli pauses. "...But what if I were to not make a single comment?" He frowns when you give him a baleful look. "I swear upon it. You may kick me out if I make a comment that you don't want."

"Follow me everywhere, huh?" You muse, "Sure. Not every day I get to see you like this. Come with me then."

You stirfry dinner as Zhongli has his arms wrapped around your middle, his hands secured at the front like an attachment. Zhongli doesn't make comments, but he fills in the space with his stories.

They get into a comfortable routine like that, with you moving with Zhongli not far from you. Zhongli grabs things you cannot reach easily. You do forbid him from bending down with you to get some things, one to prevent any mishaps, and two to protect his knees, much to his embarrassment.

"I heard your knees crack like a glowstick the other day," you tell him bluntly. "Let's not." You shimmy your shoulders teasingly as you look at him over your shoulder. "You can be on your knees any time you want for me. Just not like this."

Zhongli hears you snort in laughter when he pinches your love handle in admonishment, and he relents when it seems as though you will spill the soy sauce. "Honey," Zhongli begins, hoping to remind you not to pour too much in (it will darken the dish!) but stops himself. Losing privileges to be with you in the kitchen would not be wise today for him (or any other day, but especially today). "Smells great," he says instead and gets a pleased hum back as an answer.

Even during dinner, they are not far apart, your legs hooking onto his once in a while as you eat and make merry. When Zhongli washes the dishes, you are pressed against him, shoulder-to-shoulder as you dry them. Zhongli knows you are the reigning ruler of physical affection when you hang onto his waist as you walk to the restroom and do your nightly routine before bed. And when the two of them finally fall into bed, you snuggle up to him like an affectionate koala. 

Zhongli soaks it all up like a sponge.

"So," you begin, tracing lines onto the front of his nightshirt, "is there a reason why you're so cuddly today or is it just a mood?"

"Just a mood," he answers, brushing his hands through your hair. He pauses. "But I suppose work has been getting hard with finals coming up. I did not anticipate teaching three classes to be so difficult." Zhongli jumps slightly when he feels you lightly bite into his skin affectionately, and he turns his head to press a kiss onto your forehead.

"Aw, I can be your stress reliever any time." You say, burying her head into his chest, "I like touching you. You make me feel safe in your arms." You tell him as though the comment would do anything but make him feel flushed and speed up his heart. He hears you huff out laughter, your ears most likely picking up on the change. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you embarrassed."

"No, not at all," he mumbles, his arms tightening around you that he is sure to make anyone else mildly uncomfortable, but you only sigh in relief. The sound is lovely to hear, and he thinks not for the first time, that he is lucky to have you here with him. 

"Good night, darling.” He says quietly, “Sweet dreams."

#zhongli x reader #zhongli genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #(leaves this here and runs away) #hbd zl

[tem60]

"fragile"

Jotaro x gender neutral reader

hii! it's my first oneshot I've written on tumblr. I hope it turned out ok. anyway, have a good day and enjoy the story from Jotaro's pov! he's a softie inside and we all know it

also I miiight be opening requests soon, I'll let y'all know when I'm ready<<

word count: 1981

warnings: there's that one swear word.. at the very beginning

Each day we're getting closer to ending it all. Each day welcomes us with difficulties such as stand user or other cases. And each day I can't help but notice how different they seem. They're anxious, but they smile at me, or other crusaders. They're being nice to everyone, even though they're also having it rough to fight and survive this hell of a time. Their stand heals our every wound even if it takes a lot of energy to do so. How can they stay so positive about everything like this? And why do I envy them at some point?

I'm scared of what tomorrow could bring, although I know I must stay strong for the others. It's getting harder and harder each fucking way to do so. And yet they stay happy, or at least it seems like that. As far as I know they were good at keeping secrets, especially about themselves and their abilities. After all, I saw their stand only a week ago, and we're on our journey for about a month now. After that fight with Anubis, the stand that used swordsmanship and his own strength at best he could to crush our lives, they did manifest it that day. That fight wasn't as successful as I wanted it to be but I've never been this tired in my life to even think about it. Or at least never been while on this trip. They showed their stand on impulse, as if they didn't mean it to and yet they'd done it. They healed me. I was tired and thought that another stand was after us, I got scared because how was I supposed to protect Polnareff, them or even myself at that point? However everything was alright, at least that's what they'd told me.

My mom.. what if we fail? I wouldn't be able to hear her caring voice, would I? I'm trying to be strong but it seems as if it's never enough. I'm getting tired, each day I don't think we're going to make it, but I always throw away these kind of thoughts to stay strong. After all they all rely on me, don't they? I rely on myself. I should be able to do it so.. why am I here, now?

I've never been worried this much in my life, not when I matured enough to be responsible for my actions. Why has it come to this? Me, not being able to sleep because of them, crying. It can't be real right? When have I become this soft for anyone? Weren't I afraid of being rejected before? And why do their voice rings in my head and I recall every moment they helped me get through something, even if I didn't ask for it.

I'm sick of it. I'm sick of them being all nice to me. I've had enough of seeing their face they make when I make an attempt on making a joke. I hate it when they laugh at it even though it wasn't that funny. Their eyes, God how much I hate them. Behind those eyes hides no pity, only indulgence and patience. I'm sick of liking the sound of their voice, the way their eyes focus on me to make sure I'm okay. Their touch. Gentle touches, I thought only my mother could give them. Their touches aren't needy or curious, they seek my consent before doing anything. They respect me a little bit too much, I hate it so much. Especially now.

I've just woken up from that.. dream I've had. It was bizarre, that's all I know. I heard some noises next to me, that's why I woke up in the first place, right? But I couldn't just turn around and see what was behind me that was making all this noises. I knew exactly what it was, I just couldn't do it. As if I was frozen, I couldn't move nor breathe, I just listend to the way they cried behind me on their own bed that was next to mine. I begged to move, to do something, and yet I couldn't. It was frustrating, I started to panic slowly. I've never thought that comforting someone would be this hard on it's own.

Hearing them cry broke my heart. I've never seen them sad, nor with a frown on their face. Always smiling, wishing best for everyone and hoping to keep them safe. And yet here they are. They must have snapped, what other could've happened that made them cry like this? They were crying quietly, as if afraid of waking me up even though I'm already awake, yet they don't know that. They don't know I can hear every breath they take, or the way they try to quiet down their hiccups just to not let anyone hear them.

We all have a hard time being here, in Egypt. I should've let them cry, right? That should help them more than my simple words, I probably won't make a whole sentence even if I tried. Then why bother? I'll just try and go back to sleep, why should I care about that?

Yet here I found myself slowly turning to face them. It's dark, the only light that is emitting their shaking frame is the moon itself, as if it was showing me the way. It made me move on my own, as if I was hypnotised. By what exactly? I'm not sure. My chest started to hurt really badly, I had to do something. But shouldn't I not care and let them be? Wouldn't it be best to let them do it themselves? In fact, I'm not sure myself. Automatically I stood up from my bed and walked towards them, their back was facing me so they shouldn't have noticed me. Unless they heard me stand up and walk up go them? They must have really kept the watch out for me. Why are they like this? What happened to them?

They turned to me as if scared that I would hurt them. But they weren't scared of me, no. They must have been afraid of me eavesdropping on their little cries, that's what made them catch their breath in their chest and look at me while all I did was look at them back. Stunned as I was, all I could do was cough awkwardly and look everywhere else but their eyes.

"You uh.. you alright?" I said while feeling the nervousness build up in my stomach and a certain pain in my chest as I said those words. Their tears were shining under the moonlight that came through the small window we had in this flat. Yet they seemed to just be shocked by my presence, especially since I was standing above them.

They hadn't said anything. All they did was catch my bigger hand in theirs and bring me down to sit next to them. So I did, with a little hesitation in my movements.

They couldn't look at me, I saw the way they tried to look everywhere else but me, I've done that minutes ago, that's why it was easier to notice it. But I didn't judge them for it. In fact, I opened my arms and offered them silently a hug. I don't know what's going on but perhaps this could help? My mum used to always hug me when I was distressed, it did usually help me but she.. she said a lot of comforting words that came straight out of her heart. I couldn't do it, I'm not as open as my mum is.

Thankfully they hugged me back, in fact with absolutely no hesistation. I secured them in my arms holding around their smaller frame and let them cry their eyes out as if I was a shoulder they could cry on. My frowning eyes were focused on the door that was behind them, I couldn't think about anything logically. All I had in mind was this urge to make them smile again, to help them get through it all, without knowing the reason behind it. I patted their head a few times, hiding it in my shoulder while their arms were around my neck, hugging it tightly and crying together, but this time not as quietly as before.

I didn't judge them, in fact I didn't do much at all. And yet after a few minutes they broke the hug and looked at me with this gorgeous smile I wanted to see before. This smile that keeps me up at night and each time starts a fire in my heart. Am I becoming too soft for them? Old man told me about that feeling when he met grandma. It was similar to what I felt towards them now. I envied them before but now I see that we have some things in common. They're like a sea of emotions and hobbies I wish to find myself swimming in everyday, even dive in the deepest parts of it if possible. So mysterious and dangerous, I want to be able to seek for answers on their behaviour. I need to know that they're okay.

That realisation was the reason why I let myself slip a small smile, also in response to them lifting corners of those lips that said so many nice things to me, to all of the crusaders or other people I never cared to acknowledge. And now, those specific lips opened up a little to leave only a few quiet words for me.

"Thank you, Jotaro" - was what they whispered this night. I didn't do anything and yet they thanked me for it. Why did it leave a warm feeling in my chest? They were just appreciating the silence that fell between us. "It means a lot" then they added. I smiled up even more after those words, but quickly hid my face under the brim of my hat.

"Don't mention it." I told them while still having my arms around them. Since when was their touch so addictive? It's like I didn't want them to leave my arms. "Do you.. want to talk about it?" was what I said next, not being sure of what's bound to happened next.

All they did was shake their head, I didn't push any further, knowing how I myself didn't appreciate others doing it. Minutes has passed and we lied down on the mattress, it was a cold night after all, that was why we lied down together. I decided to sleep next to them that night. Why? Even I have no idea. The feeling of not being there for them hurt a lot more than one could've imagined. They didn't seem to mind me sleeping next to them so.. I believe it's alright.. for now. As long as I get to be their safe spot in those dark times, I'm sure we'll be fine.

That night I promised to keep them safe, no matter if their problems were huge, or trivial. I refused to believe that I could be no longer next to them to spend similar moments like these. That was another reason why I wanted to keep on fighting. I wanted to help my mum, save those who are dear to me and to have this ability of seeing Y/N next to me, simply having them close around and safe.

I felt their arms sneek around my waist. I smiled under my nose and put my other hand around their frame in hesistation. That feeling was satisfying. And it was mutual, I felt them relax under my hand which resulted in me taking a deep breath and surprisingly finding myself also relaxing in their touch.

That night, was also the night they both finally got a good sleep while being on this journey for about a month now.

so yeah this is it, I hope this small piece brings some comfort to your lives, cus I know things can get tough.. to anyone who needs this: im proud of you and hope youll be doing better soon! i believe in you guys so much :D and thank you for your time!

#jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jjba jotaro #comfort #small angst #jotaro kujo #oneshot

[decadentpaperduck]

Do You Think I'm Pretty? - Steve Harrington x Wheeler!Reader

Warnings: Underage drinking I guess? Swearing. Fluff Words: 1.7K A/N: I don't think too much of this was gendered so I think it could be consumed as gender neutral if you so desired? Based off this request!

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“What are you drinking?” Nancy asks, standing on her tip toes to look over the brim of your cup.

“Just plain ol’ beer, Nance.”

“And how many cups of plain o’l beer have you had?” Your top lip twitches, pulled by a thread of frustration. Classic Nancy, being a nosey older sister was the perfect precursor to journalism.

“One.”

“Good. Just don’t get drunk.”

“Rich coming from you.” You laugh into your drink as you take another sip. You don’t mean for it to feel so antagonistic but you envied everything she was, everything she seemingly didn’t want you to become.

Nancy’s trademark frown falls upon her brow.

“I’m older than you-”

“By like half an hour!”

“Still older. And I know the temptation to drink yourself dumb. It won’t end well. Do as you’re told.” And with a singular pointed finger aimed your way, she turns on her heel to leave.

“When have you ever done anything you were told to do, Nance?” You call after her as she walks away, leaving you unable to argue further. You sigh and lean back against the kitchen counter top, your head rolling back to hit against the upper cabinets.

“Awh, did I miss the great Wheeler bust up of ‘84?” Steve Harrington. You turn your head, still leaning it against the cabinet behind you, to see him smiling at you. Something of an understanding gaze underneath the joviality.

“It won’t be the last.” He stands himself next to you. He smells clean and delightful. You close your eyes, trying to pretend you weren’t at some ridiculous party and that you didn’t have a raging crush on your sister’s ex.

The aforementioned ex nudges your arm.

“What are you drinking?”

“Don’t you start!” You groan.

“Hey, hey. I just thought your cup looked kinda empty!” You open the eye nearest to him with a squint.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Harrington?” You may have been lying to your sister and this was not drink number one, but three. He laughs.

“Not exactly, I am trying to get drunk, and if you want to join you are more than welcome.” He holds up his cup, still full. “Here.”

“Thanks.” You open your other eye slowly and turn to him to take the cup, putting down your own empty one. “You know, it’s still weird that you are giving me the time of day.” You put the cup to your mouth before you can say any more.

“Where I come from we call that a beer.” He points to the cup. “Don’t know about the time of day.” You hum something reminiscent of an exaggerated ha ha.

He considers himself. It’s almost common knowledge that Steve isn’t the same man he was a year ago, not that everyone knows why. A few people were glad of it, some were confused. He wonders which category you fall into and how much you know about what’s happened. “I know I’ve not always been-”

“Steven.” You hold the half empty cup haphazardly in your hand and gesture it out towards him. He tightens his lip with amusement at you addressing him by a (false) full name. “It’s okay. I didn’t say I don’t like it.” He folds his arms and nods.

“Noted.”

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After a couple of hours, you are aware that you have lost Steve and your sister. You scan the rooms without much commitment, you don’t think you could contain the alcohol in your stomach if you saw them together. The past few months had been relatively calm. Nancy and Steve had affectively parted ways and Steve was acknowledging you as a human being, not just Mini Nancy Wheeler. It’s not as though you thought anything would happen between you, but Nancy and Steve together were just an explosive mix. There was always so much going on between them and something like a power struggle. You didn’t doubt that Steve loved her, but he also loved himself and for a long time those two loves were in conflict. You just didn’t want things to change again, things had finally started feeling comfortable.

Your throbbing head urges you to get some air.

It’s raining when you step outside. You can hear the music vibrating through the house behind you as you walk further out into the front garden and look up at the sky. You close your eyes and smile as the water falls on your skin. It’s warm. It slows the incessant thoughts, sobering you up gently. Nothing else matters but the gentle rumble of the music and the rain soaking through your clothes.

The sound of the door swinging open and banging against the front of the house pulls you out of your dream state. “Fuck sake.” It’s Steve. You frown gently as he slumps down on the steps, running his hands through his hair.

You watch him, blinking away your own sadness. His shoulders sag and his breathing looks laboured even from where you stand. You walk slowly up to the steps and sit down on the step beside him.

“Are you seeking compensation for a Wheeler related incident?” He looks up at you as though he had missed your approach entirely.

“How did you know?”

“When it comes to you Steve, it’s always Nancy.” He laughs softly, you weren’t entirely wrong, but his Wheeler related incident spread a bit further than that.

“She left with Jonathan about an hour ago.” You nod knowingly. “I think she was getting a bit carried away with her drink. You know what she can be like.”

“Do you think I am pretty?” Steve asks without an iota of hesitation.

“How many drinks have you had?” Despite the fact you are sounding like your sister, your concern wins out over your amusement at his inebriated state.

“Answer the question.”

You don’t know what makes you say it, whether its the necessity to speak the truth, or the sadness in his eyes that told you he needed reassurance. But you tell him.

“Yes, Mr Harrington, I do.”

“Don’t call me that, you make me sound like my dad.” The resentment is evident, he rewinds. “I was seeing if Nance was okay and she kinda lashed out…Jonathan got between us and…yeah…took her home.” He’s staring at a patch of grass. You rest your hand on his denim clad knee. You could tell he was struggling with the idea that he had upset her, after all, his redemption arc was at stake. “I’m glad she’s home safe, naturally, Jonathan hadn’t drank, and nothing escalated too bad. I think she’s just-” He stops himself. You squeeze his knee.

“Let’s get you home, stud.” You pull Steve’s arm over your shoulder and wrap your nearside arm around the small of his back, clutching him close to you, simply to keep him steady, of course. You stand him up and give him a moment to adjust.

“You’re strong!” He giggles, wrapping himself around you like a lazy vine, his head lulling onto your shoulder.

“Someone’s got to be.” You mumble, thankful for the rain’s part in your sobriety. You let him gaze up at the sky in wonder as you watch his feet for him.

“Okay, foot forward, down, down, dow- gently!!” You muster all your strength to keep him stood up straight so he doesn’t throw himself down the stairs.

-

“Which wing is your bathroom in, Harrington?”

“Pffffffffft. Shhhhh. No wings.” He pouts. “Just up the stairs please.” You do as he says and guide him gently up the wide staircase, following his mumbled directions.

When you are over the threshold of the bathroom, you let go of him and he groans audibly. “Oh n...no.” You lunge forward to lift the toilet seat just in time for him to empty the contents of his stomach into the porcelain bowl. He hovers his head there for a few moments, just in case, before he sinks down between the bowl and the wall, his arms limp at his side.

You grab a towel from the rail and dampen a patch of it underneath the sink tap before kneeling on the floor, between the legs of the broken boy. You reach out to his jacket collar and dab at the sick that had ricocheted back onto him. You withdraw to get a look at him and see if he got himself anywhere else. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” Steve attempts to hold his head into an upright position, hands either side of his head. The most frustrating, annoying and gorgeous bobblehead you’d ever seen. What for? Being drunk? Being sick? Being in love with Nancy? “I never realised.” He frowns dramatically. His big hazel eyes follow you intently as you bundle up the towel and throw it into the laundry hamper.

“I’m not in your head, Harrington. You will have to share the part of the conversation that’s unfolding in here.” You tap your own forehead, emulating his own.

There is a long pause. You sit down in front of him, cross legged. The water drips from you both onto the bathroom floor, sounding like your very own indoor rainstorm.

“I feel like I’ve loved her forever.” You try not to show the way your body wants to react to his declaration of love. “Every time I came to pick her up, you’d see my car parked out front and come and tell me she was getting ready to see me.” You nod and swallow the urge to cry. “I remember the way my insides felt and I could have sworn it was excitement to see Nance.” The tears fall from your eyes as your lids weigh down with confusion. “You’re like an ocean breeze.” He blinks thoughtfully. “You’re good for me.” You have never seen him with his guard so low, like you could step over it and climb into his soul. “It’s funny. I used to think it was Nancy that made me feel this way.”

“What way?” The shell of your sentence left your lips in a broken whisper.

“Like I was someone.” His eyes are on yours again and you can’t bare the way he can sustain eye contact at a time like this. “But it was you. Maybe it was always you.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x wheeler reader #steve harrington #stranger things #request #fic #writing #fluff #cute #post season 1 #pre season too #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #ask

[blackloki]

Down for It, Down for It

Summary: What you do in the dark night, full of promise.

Pairing: Dream, Sapnap, George, c!Technoblade, c!Philza, Quackity, & Karl Jacobs x gn!black!Reader

Warnings: cussing, fluff

A/N: Minors DNI, I don't want that smoke. I am making a part two for the women and children (and maybe for Eret, Punz, and Bad) later. My [x Reader] posts are always ND!Black!readers.

Now Playing: Down for It - Idman

Dream

Sitting on the kitchen counter eating grapes and talking about the duties of tomorrow.

"...two big streams this week." Clay popped a couple more grapes into his mouth, "I'm going to be very busy, bubs."

His face scrunched. The green grapes weren't too sour but as usual, Clay was weak (/j).

"Welp, it's not like I'm upset about it. This is your job and you are your own boss. However, you see fit to schedule things out will always be right."

"Thank you." Clay snagged a couple more grapes, "I appreciate that."

"Yup."

"..."

"So much more money to spend on strippers, you know?"

"...WHAT?"

Sapnap

Eating snacks in the dark quietly. Sometimes humming a tune.

George

Pillow Talk & Cuddles

c!Philza

Replenish your social batteries.

c!Technoblade

Work on your own projects together under the moon.

When you came to, your hand hurt. In your lap was a wall tapestry that your hands were busy decorating with iron detailings.

"I'm going to the farms for copper, need anything?"

Subconsciously you knew, "Can you get me iron, emeralds, a bit of pink dye, and is Tom's inside yet?"

Techno slipped his cape on. His shoulders looked so broad in the silk that they gave you gender envy. In fact he nailed a precisely adrogynous style and you swear he did it to make you jealous.

"Tommy has been in front of the fire for three hours."

"Oh. Well that's all I need." You turned to your left, where the fireplace breathed, "Tommy?"

The young boy didn't move, probably asleep. You sighed and stood from your spot on the couch.

"I should be back in 45 minutes." Techno waved his farewell and left quickly.

As soon as he did, you tipped over to Tommy, "Toms.. bud... sweetheart?.. I need you to get up, doll."

It took a couple shakes before Tommy opened his eyes. He sat up slowly and you led him to get in bed. As he curled up in his little bed-cocoon, you laid a brand new, plush mooshroom next to Henry and blew out the lights.

Karl Jacobs

Quietly play cards together. Chaos ensues.

"Motherfucking cheater!"

"You just suck at Uno."

"Oh yeah, I believe the one hoarding trapcards."

"Well yeah you just throw them away."

"THEY'RE WORTH POINTS, KARLLIAM."

Karl shook his head, placing yet another Draw 2 card on the pile, "I wouldn't know."

"KARL!"

Quackity

Crying from laughing at both of your nonsensical additions to the conversation that should've died out an hour ago.

Alex's cheeks were wet and shiny. They hurt and so did his stomach and throat.

#dsmp #dsmp x reader #dream x y/n #sapnap x y/n #georgenotfound x y/n #technoblade x y/n #philza x y/n #quackity x y/n #karl jacobs x y/n #punz x y/n

[mythvoiced]

-. wenzhe-core (pt. 3 the return of the jedi) (main-verse)

panic attacks

if he were an idol/celebrity most (thirst) edits about him would be about his hands

sipping quietly and stressfully on his drink while people talk about things he can't admit to being familiar with because it's Niche Queer Things

he loves cats, it's not mutual

dogs love him, it's not mutual (he likes dogs just fine enough, but... fine enough)

thinks he has a sweet tooth because he's always sucking on a lollipop or candy or chewing on sweet gum or getting popsicles in summers, it's not a sweet-tooth, it's an oral fixation

all his pencils from tween school years were covered in bite-marks as a result

undiagnosed in one way or another, probably adhd

"i don't get people who can just sleep on trains, like, what if you miss your stop" he says but if he's taking a train and it takes more than 20 minutes to get to his destination he will fall asleep

pastel colours terrorist group

childhood friends with latent romantic feelings trope but he got over it relatively quick (he thinks)

as answer to the question what kind of anime he watches: oh, you know, demon slayer, blue lock, stuff like that

the anime he watches: skip & loafer, a sign of affection, the apothecary's diaries

seeing auntie nao in skip & loafer made him really weird for a week straight before he repressed it again

*smacks him violently over the head* this baby can fit so much internalized [insert] in him

once i finish the apothecary's diaries, by the way, i AM making a verse for him in that

"i don't really like children all that much" *a child hands him something to hold onto for them and he's visibly holding back tears*

he's actually REALLY weird about catching feelings i cannot stress this enough

if a girl he's into playfully smacks him around and leans into him he'll go home and scream into his pillow

if a guy he likes ruffles his hair and tells him to take it easy, cheer up, he'll go home and bang his head against the wall

in terms of non-binary people they're usually way out of his league

this IS his canonical hair-length (this guy is starting to piss me off btw the fucking gender envy i swear--)

also that last one was just me wanting to show you his manga fc again ♥

in terms of type of people he likes (both romantic and platonic, actually, they tend to overlap) he likes people who are (subjectively at the very least) mentally and emotionally stronger than him, people who can say no but are still kind

he doesn't have anything against meeker, more submissive personality types but he will usually create a stronger imbalance here where he'll try to be less of a friend and more of a caretaker

watching a historical/period romance: this is?? what is this, wow, i can't even tell what fake past this is supposed to be inspired by because the clothes sure won't tell me, the inaccuracy, the liberties-- wait, what are you doing, no don't turn it off, the second daughter just helped the love interest infiltrate back into the city which means all of qianqian's work to get him out of the city to avoid his death are for nought plus su mu just rejected the first daughter again and she stood up for the first time to chase after him and-

actually while putting this together i realized that childhood friends crush might have been a lot more serious than anticipated

i am casting the other lead as qianru btw because i can use content like this and bc it suits the personality i'm developing for her

also yes i am not kidding it's bad wenzhe might have straight up been in love with qianru we're- RUH ROH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#;ooc #the guilty;about #so many feelings so many thought rats about this goon #i violently underestimated how BADLY wenzhe is doing UH OH #all of my muses are Not Okay tbh in one way or another #but they kind of... operate on spite or on lying to themselves or #i can't explain it but wenzhe is so so so close to spiralling he's straight up just not having a good time #i wanted a failguy with quirks but i had to go and kill of qianru and oh god oh god #i am curled in in a ball at the center of the room why did i do this to him #i mean I AM NOT TAKING IT BACK but YOU KNOW #;queue

[karrolinnn]

If you're still taking nsfw Envy HC requests: Do you have any headcanons about transmasc!Envy getting his pussy eaten? (2003 version of canon)

Hey! It's me again, sorry for being inactive for so long. I am back now and I am hope I will do good with your request, which is also my very first nsfw request ^^ Enjoy!

Warning!!! Minors don't interact! Those are NSFW so if you're not comfortable with that, you're free to pass these headcanons.

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Envy Headcanon Request: Transmasc!Envy getting his pussy eaten.

Envy is definitely confident in himself and his gender identity, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be a bit nervous.

Tsundere behaviour.

If that is his s/o's first time seeing him naked and doing something like that with him, he would threaten them with something of the sort, to deal with his nervousness, acting a little angry: "I dare you say you don't like how I look, I will kill you. You were the one who initiated this."

If his s/o reassures him that everything is okay and they won't judge, Envy wouldn't hesitate to get to the point.

Can't look into his s/o's eyes from embrassment.

"So?..W-what do you think?...Weren't you gonna..I don't know..e-eat me?..or something.."

His heart would be racing as he waits for an answer, but he would calm down and relax if he's told that he looks fine and he shouldn't be so nervous.

"Me? Nervous? As if.."

Once he's undressed he'd get impatient.

''Come on, what are you waiting for?"

I think he would ask his s/o to take some of their clothes off too, like their top, otherwise he would feel a little awkward.

Any compliments about his body, the way he tastes and smells would be taken with pretty much the same response: "Of course I look good, I am the great Envy. Feel free to enjoy all of me as much as you wish, my dear."

Very demanding, and even in this scenario he would take as much control as he can. Overall I feel like he would be a switch, but mainly dominant. Though he has his rare moments when he enjoys watching his s/o take control. But it is never full control.

Pulls his s/o's hair.

Low moans and lots of grunting.

Swears like crazy.

Definitely into dirty talk once he's comfortable enough.

Never misses to say his s/o's name at least once, makes sure they know how good they are making him feel.

Absolutely loves aftercare and gets very cuddly and lovey-dovey during it, the absolute opposite of his usual demeanor. The type to almost instantly fall alseep on s/o's chest, holding them tight.

When he wakes up he insists on returning the favour.

#envy headcanons #fma #fullmetal alchemist envy #fullmetal alchemist headcanons #homunculus #fullmetal alchemist #fma envy #envy the jealous #envy x reader #fma brotherhood #fma 2003

[confuzzled-crow77]

Brian Kelly Headcanon Compilation

Hello, mostly dead fandom! Yes, tis I, someone who can't skateboard and who was decades yet to be born obsessing over a skateboard movie from 1989! This is a bunch of headcanons about Brian Kelly, the peak of gender envy from Gleaming the Cube; I'll probably either make another post of more because this dude does not get enough attention (J.D. can fck off-). If you get different vibes or disagree, please give reasoning because I love seeing that, and I really hope that I characterized him correctly because I love him so much. Gosh, okay, I'm done.

Hogwarts House: the one might be a bit of a given - Gryffindor! He continuously shows how brave (rushing into danger to save Tina), stubborn (ignoring a police officer’s dismissal and investigating more), adventurous (looking for dry pools to skate in; plus, breaking into a storage center has to be a result of adventurousness in some part), foolhardy (jumping out of a car, blowing up a propane tank, crashing through a glass wall), and trusting (knowing his friends will come) he is. He’s bold, he’s playful, and he doesn’t give a shit about any rules except justice. He’s reckless, he’s an upstart, and by God is he a Gryffindor. (Hufflepuff - yes, he’s loyal, but he’s not patient; Ravenclaw - yes, he notices things, but he’s not wise; Slytherin - yes, he’s resourceful, but he’s not ambitious) Note: this is not meant to insult anybody; these are generally very stereotypical traits, so if you are a Gryffindor or any of the other Houses and don’t act like Brian, that’s understandable. Also, if you have another opinion, please let me know! 

Swearing (Part-Canon): he never swears around his parents unless he’s extremely ticked off at them, which is usually in some kind of heated argument or when they’re scolding him. He mumbles curses under his breath when he’s losing at chess against Vinh, but other than that, doesn’t around him. He swears a lot more around his friends; not as much as some of them, and he’s not one to cuss somebody out derogatorily. Instead, he swears when he’s frustrated about not getting a trick right, or excited and whooping, or comforting a friend (“Forget those fuckers.”) 

Percy Jackson Cabin: for this one, I was torn between Ares (Cabin 5) - Brian rushes into a gun fight, knocks the villain’s gun out of his hand with a skateboard, refuses to give up his fight, and picks a fight with a police officer; plus, stereotypically, Gryffindors and Ares kids overlap a lot. But Hermes (Cabin 11) shows a lot of Brian as well, since he’s always going somewhere on his skateboard - Hermes is the god of travelers and roads - and he knew to evade the motion sensor and tricked the guards to go inside a trailer - Hermes is also the god of cunning. I’m going to say that Brian Kelly is a Child of Ares, since his brash and courageous nature dictates the story, and a Legacy of Hermes, since his traits from that god more moves it along. 

Doodler or Writer? I think that Brian is a visual person, and loves to doodle. His homework and notes in class are filled with more doodles than answers, and he likes to customize his clothes, skateboard, and shoes, either with pins or patches or dying/painting. 

How do they Hold up in Pillow Wars? Are you kidding me? He’s the instigator, and he’s the winner. The only time he loses against Vinh is when either accidentally crashes the chess table, scattering pieces everywhere and upsetting Vinh; Brian helps him clean it up and try to remember where the pieces all were (with minimal fake remembering by Brian), and he declares it a tie. Brian is the kind of person to steal two and try to use his weight to smother his mortal enemy with them, while Vinh would just panic and start whacking him in the face (ah, brothers). 

How he feels about people taller/shorter than him: alright, so I can’t exactly Google how tall Brian’s actor, Christian Slater, was in 1989, so let’s just say he hasn’t shrunk or grown in thirty-four years and is 5 '9. That’s average on the dot, but a good handful of his friends are taller than him (*looks at Tony Hawk*); that being said, he usually doesn’t mind it, since they’re there to skate. He does mind some, however, when people who are looking down on him are literally looking down on him (Officer Trac); when that’s the situation, he either subconsciously gets onto something like a wall or bench, leans back to show he’s unbothered, or gets in their face (all of these are nodded to). For people shorter than him, he’s not a jerk about it, unless they’re a close friend; then, only when they’re both comfortable, he’ll do the “searching around for who’s speaking” thing but stop when his friend rolls their eyes. 

Do they Like being in Pictures? It depends. Brian hates staged photos, like with family where his parents are fixing his posture he thinks is fine and messing around with his hair and making him sit closer to Vinh when they’re already knocking heads together. When he’s around his friends and one of them is going around with a video cam, he’ll put on his shades and pose; it just feels more natural to him, like he has something to smile about instead of forcing it onto his face. 

Not a headcanon; just a little personal tidbit. I associate the song, “18” by Anarbor with him because of an edit I saw that prompted me to watch the movie. With zero joking involved, I listened to the song at least forty times in two days because I was either eager to watch the movie when I got back from school, or obsessed the next day. I keep seeing it on J.D. (from Heathers) playlists, and I- it’s Brian Kelly’s song! (Just kidding, it can be both of their songs)

Spirit Animal: he gives me American Goshawk vibes. Supreme aerial agility, symbolism in courage, and they can be aggressive. Plus, with his frosted-tips hair, he has the feeling of a bird; I hope this makes sense. 

Love Language (Canon Headcanon): quality time. From skating with his friends, to playing chess with Vinh, to hanging in the man cave, to dropping by in the fair-thing to see Tina, to getting her Coke and talking (which didn’t go extremely well), quality time is his love language. He likes to kidnap- I mean, forcefully invite his friends all the time to go skating, and also secretly map his way into abandoned buildings that would make wicked skating rinks, taking his friends there a few days later. 

MBTI Type: ENTP-A

What Time of Day he is: mid-morning (9-12). He’s outgoing and carefree, and perhaps it’s my sickness of waking up at six in the morning, but he’s the blazing sun that's still rising on a day, but not in the early morning where you wish the sun would disappear so you didn’t have to get up. 

Does he cross his legs or ankles when they sit? He'd manspread for the most part, or stick his legs out far enough to trip people and then cross his ankles. (Or perhaps sit like a gremlin, with one leg up on the seat and hugged to his chest while doodling on his homework and absolutely, completely paying attention to his teacher)

Truth or Dare? Dare, all the way; especially, around his friends, since their idea of a dare is a fancy trick on a skateboard or eating something weird. 

#brian kelly #gleaming the cube #gleaming the cube (1989) #christian slater #Brian Kelly > J.D. /lh

[delirious-donna]

To be honest, I can't quite believe I've hit this milestone already and actually I achieved it two days ago (this is so unreal to me)!

I would love to personally thank every single one of you, but y'know, I do have a life and I'm definitely not rich enough to be visiting you all, but just know that I would!

Anyway, this is to allow me an opportunity to give back! Please have a look at the rules and pick something you'd like from me!

Event Close Date: CLOSED 29th August 2022 (or if I get snowed under, but I'll update) Rules and options are below the cut ^^

The Rules

must be following me

over 18 blogs only, yes I'm offering SFW options but my blog is primarily NSFW so yeah... NO MINORS!

can be for any of my fandoms: Naruto, Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, Black Clover, Fairy Tail, Edens Zero & Bleach

requests need to be off anon so I can check the top two rules are being followed but if you want to stay anon when I post, just tell me, it's no problem

at this time I'm not going to limit requests per person except ones that are first come first served - but be mindful of others

please be patient, all requests will be fulfilled but I do have to work and live so yeah...gimme a chance to rock your world

all drabbles/scenarios will be around 500 words, although I am not known for brevity so it could be more

I will assume female reader in scenarios unless gender neutral is specified, male reader needs to be assessed on a case by case basis but is not a straight no

I'll be using the tag delirious500 for all posts for this event

Option One - Can I take you out? (SFW)

Self-ships are amazing and need more coverage so this option is for anyone that wants that true experience with your favourite beau. Send me a description of yourself, as much detail as you are comfortable with (physical attributes, hobbies, maybe a little of your dress sense and if you consider yourself an introvert or extrovert) or you could send a photo – which will be deleted, of course. Choose a pet name or nickname and tell me your favoured character. I will write up a date for you cute little sweethearts. I am asking for this to come in off anon, but you can tell me you would prefer to be anon when it posts. No one needs to know it’s you if you don’t want!

Option Two - Sin with me... (SFW or NSFW)

Sinning never felt better than when it’s done with your beloved. Choose one of the seven deadly sins and your character of choice. I will write up a drabble based on your choices, this can be either SFW or NSFW, just let me know what you want. If I find I get too many requests for the same sin, I might take it off the menu. Just remember, lust isn’t the only fun one… promise.

Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath & Sloth

Option Three - I wanna do bad things with you (NSFW)

Pick a prompt from below and give me your character of choice. I will write a short drabble around the theme of the quote. Let me know if there is anything you specifically do NOT want to be included. Only one request for each prompt – I will cross them out as they go. If I get two for the same then it will be first come first served but I will offer another option to the person who misses out, cause I’m a motherfucking sweetheart! ^^

“Your face would look better between my legs.”

“Roses are red, Violets are blue, I’m using my hand but I’m thinking of you.”

“I give you permission to wake me up if you get horny.”

“A gentleman holds my hand. A man pulls my hair. A soulmate will do both.”

“I wanna be the reason you slightly tilt your phone away from others when you read it.”

“I swear to you I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name.”

“Respect me. Adore me. Dominate me.”

“I want to taste me on your fingers.”

“The key to a great marriage — keep the fights clean and the sex dirty.”

“Now spread your legs and try to tell me about your day.”

“Spank me. It’s the only way I learn.”

#delirious writes #delirious500 #500 followers #500 follower event #delirious gives back #naruto #jujutsu kaisen #black clover #my hero academia #bnha #fairy tail #edens zero #bleach