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rippersz · 8 months

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𝙻𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜: 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 (#1)

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Keep in mind: This is my personal view of Larissa Weems. If you disagree with any of my headcanons, then you’re WRONG. (That’s a joke; everyone is entitled to their own vision.) Enjoy.

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- Larissa’s go-to vice is a drink. Wine and coffee, mainly. She enjoys white wine like Moscato because it’s sweet, but if she’s in an angsty mood and wants something drier, she’ll shoot for red. Coffee is never taken black - there’s always at least two sugars and a bit of half & half. Not too dark, not too light. Had in the morning and with lunch. Hot chocolate is an indulgence when she needs to soothe herself.

- On the topic of drinks, Larissa doesn’t drink enough water. She knows it. Every year, at least one of her New Year’s resolutions is to drink more water. Does it happen? ….No. Although, she does keep a semi-full glass beside her bed to satiate that middle-of-the-night thirst. (Yes, she has tiredly knocked over the glass once or twice. No, she will not admit that.) Larissa also enjoys filtered water - she will avoid tap as much as she can.

- Is she a smoker? Nah. Maybe once or twice in her younger years, but she cares far too much about her appearance to form a habit. She reasons the scent will get in her hair and clothes and the effects will stain her teeth and ruin her lung capacity/health. She can’t go around smelling like a cigarette now, can she? However, if she’s ultra stressed and everything has gone to shit - she’ll either take one from a trusted colleague or close friend or buy a pack from a convenience store on a whim. It will be short lived, with one or two puffs coming out of it, before she’s stomping it into the ground and throwing the rest away (waste of money, yes, but it’s her way of punishing herself for even doing it in the first place.)

- That all being said, Larissa does have a secret attraction for those who smoke. It, admittedly, looks quite cool. Especially on the handsome/pretty punks of the world… so she’ll catch herself staring a bit too long before looking away. Some of them catch her eye and smoothly offer up a cig, but she never takes it. Attractive, handsome package, yes, but not very nice breath.

- And that’s another thing - Larissa absolutely loathes the prospect of smelling bad. She has breath mints in her desk drawer, Listerine strips in her purse, and a pack of gum in the Nevermore van. She’s a busy woman with many people to meet, so talking closely and with confidence is absolutely key - knowing her breath isn’t stellar immediately sets her off rhythm. It’s a similar thing for scent overall. People like those who smell good; especially when forced to spend hours working with them. So out of necessity and pure self-pleasure, Larissa has a small perfume collection. Though the brands and bottles are not terribly mainstream. She likes the light floral scents for work and professional outings, but for everything else, Larissa likes to spritz on a deeper, more masculine scent. Nothing too strong, but definitely a smell leaning more toward cologne. Hearing the ‘You smell good’ compliment - or any variation of it - has her smiling internally for the rest of the day. And of course, she keeps a small back-up roll on perfume (a good safe in-between scent) in her purse. She knows very well that she has to use all of the perfumes at some point, yet she cannot stop herself from buying at least one more. Call it a guilty pleasure. Safe to say, she smells bloody amazing.

- Larissa also has very steady hands. If you think that’s a weird headcanon, it isn’t. She was in the cake decorating club in her Nevermore days and found some therapeutic uses there. Getting lost in the designs- the swirls, the dots, the sweet icing- was a favorite pastime. The fact that her hands almost never shake (unless jostled) also helps when doing her makeup, typing, writing, etc.

- Of course she can just shift and put some energy into holding up a face full of makeup for an entire day, but she finds the process soothing. Doing it herself reminds her of her humanity and the little nuances that come with being a refined woman. She likes to darken her brows and line her lips and spend a minute or two perfecting certain things. For a woman who is self-critical, it is important (to her) that she tries to heal that side of herself by becoming better acquainted with her natural flaws. Call it a form of exposure therapy, as well as a calming exercise. Though on the days when she’s running extra late or is simply too tired/lazy to go through the process, she shifts into a simple but professional ‘non-makeup’ makeup look and calls it a day.

- Shifting too, has given her a few unexpected little advantages. One of the most prominent ones being the fact that she’s ambidextrous. She was originally born with a more dominant right hand, but as the years went by and she explored her ability, the occasional familiarity with left-handed people accelerated her use of that hand. Eventually, it left her with equal use and she’s able to perform tasks very well with both hands. Writing, balancing, exercising, etc. are done with about the same level of skill.

- Although Larissa’s sexuality is not clarified (or touched upon at all really) within the show, aside from her old attraction to Gomez (which I don’t fucking believe to be true but that’s neither here nor there), I do think it’s safe to say she could be pansexual. As a woman who has been surrounded by outcasts for quite a bit of her life, considering her Nevermore school days and her life as the principal, she’s been exposed to all types of beings. Larissa is not the kind of woman to be prejudiced or judgy or have a severe preference, so her attraction for others would not be found in one specific type of person. She may find herself going through spells of being more attracted to feminine-presenting people, just as she could experience a stretch of time in which she’s more into masculine-presenting people. If she’s interested in them, she doesn’t see why their gender-identity should matter so much to the point of it being a ‘make or break’ topic. She likes who she likes - simple as that. (Though that being said, I will still continue to ship her with non-binary/female characters/ocs/reader-inserts. Cuz why not.)

- Moving on, Larissa Weems is a sun sneezer. If she looks up at the sun or walks outside and it’s very sunny, or even if she peers at it through a window or sees its shine behind her eyelids, she will sneeze. And it’s not a big loud crazy sneeze. It’s one of those big inhale, eyes closed, stunted kind of sneezes where she sounds like a kitten. Small sneeze for a tall woman.

- Before being enrolled at Nevermore, Larissa was originally placed into the normie schooling system. It was rough and mean, but one good experience she got out of it was the swim team. Her stature, with the long limbs and broader shoulders, aided in her victories. The schedule and regiment was difficult, considering she had to practice and train nearly constantly, but the satisfaction she felt after winning was a glory she rarely felt when young. Her mother was… well. She was not nice. So she pushed young Larissa far more than she had any right to, but part of her older self thanks her mother for her efforts. Although it was just a swim team, she’s sure that without the discipline, she probably wouldn’t be so successful. And for as great as that time could be, it also came with its fair amount of trauma, so she doesn’t talk about it. She doesn’t often like to think about it either. Though the swimming did change her body, giving her some toned muscle and better lung capacity.

- Larissa Weems loves slippers. So soft… so comfy… makes little shuffles on the floor… yes. Slippers.

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Going through a period of immense self-hatred, so I hope this can tide a few people over until I learn that applause does not equal self worth. Love you more than I can say and I hope you’re all doing well. - Rip x

(P.s. Please do let me know if you’d like more of these.)

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nariism · 9 months

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chaos makes the muse

pair. hayakawa aki x gn!reader

content: enemies to lovers, fluff, mentions of addiction and smoking cigarettes (negatively, i'm sorry smokers pls look away), reader is a little shit and aki is sick and tired, swearing

synopsis. aki's life is defined by bad decisions and terrible habits. it culminated in you. he's screwed.

wc. 6.2k (oops)

a/n: this is my preemptive apology for all the smokers out there who i just slandered !! i am so sorry i love you. this fic was meant to be experimental with tropes and dynamics i've never tried before, sorry if it's not entirely up to standard :') i really tried my best guys... enjoy!

it started as a challenge.

it always starts as a challenge for aki — from the lit end of his cigarette to the place where it sits dangerously between his teeth. he picked it up as a bad habit from himeno. that was his first challenge; the way he'd adamantly refused to smoke but ultimately caved over a lukewarm bowl of ramen. what a depressing tale.

it wasn't meant to be anything more than a "why the hell not?" sort of defiance against the universe.

he hadn't been broken in by devil hunting yet and didn't need it as something to take the edge off. oh, how he wishes he could go back in time and slap himself silly.

day by day he found his reliance grew. an unpleasant itch in his throat, an insatiable craving that would slam into his chest and leave him breathless at the most inconvenient times. sometimes he would start muttering to himself in irritation when he got that familiar itch right after brushing his teeth.

as he got older and worked a little longer as a devil hunter, he grew less and less sane the longer he went without a smoke.

that was the second challenge; trying to focus on his jobs when his brain was buzzing with need. it was hard to stay sharp when he could feel the box sitting in his front pocket — agonizing, teasing, mocking him.

it's probably the reason he ended up in this mess in the first place, standing across from makima while she lists off all the ways he messed up on his last job. and the list is long. he must have really needed a dart.

so here he is, back turned to the door as he faces makima head-on. his fingers instinctively drum against the pocket of his pants, along the box sitting there, and all he can think is "i can't wait to get out of here for a smoke."

then the door swings open. a chill runs down his spine before he even turns around, because there's a certain air that enters the room unlike any he's felt before.

he's encountered the scariest devils out there. his whole family was taken out by a gargantuan gun-infested lovecraftian monster. but for some reason, aki gets an unfamiliar wave of horror that washes over him when he finally turns around.

"this is your new temporary partner until i'm sure you can be trusted alone on another mission."

and there you are. his third challenge.

you seem too relaxed to have been in this business for long, though it looks like you could only be a year or two younger than him. there's something about you that ticks him off. you're not a fiend — definitely not with how plain you are, but the way you're scowling at him as if he's a disease on this earth makes him second guess it.

aki can't even hear what makima is talking about anymore, too busy melting into a puddle under your heavy, judgemental glare. silence fills the room and aki is acutely aware that he's supposed to introduce himself, but you're too quick to speak and beat him to the punch.

"you smoke," is your deadpan and rather uncalled for observation.

"yes i do. and?"

you scrutinize him with a sneer, clearly disgusted.

"i don't like the smell of smoke. or smokers."

his jaw nearly drops at your bluntness. for the sake of keeping his cool exterior intact, he steels himself and takes a deep breath. it's fine. he knew how to deal with handfuls like you, like denji, like power. trouble kids. this would be easy–

"i promise you, i'll be uncooperative and keep you as a hostage in lower paying jobs until you quit."

"you... can't be serious?"

"dead serious."

"... and who the hell are you again?"

"i don't tell people my name."

"this whole mysterious act sucks. and your attitude sucks, too."

your glare sharpens at his words and you huff like a child throwing a tantrum. he almost wants to laugh at how your expression has changed. instead, he holds out his hand with a resigned sigh. "alright, alright. i'm sorry. my name is hay-"

you slap his hand away; a wordless warning accompanied by another look that makes him shrink back.

"don't care. didn't ask."

makima smiles, cruel and knowing. "i'm glad to see the two of you getting along. you're dismissed."

aki knows he shouldn't be mad at makima. it was his fault in the first place that the devil got away, and only because he was so distracted. this was a fair punishment for such a severe mess up. if this was her way of teaching him a lesson, he would just have to grit his teeth and bear through it.

he stares you down with disdain sitting under his tongue, bitter and unforgiving like the aftertaste of his black coffee in the morning; like having a mouthful of power and denji's burnt breakfast; like the tar that coats his lungs.

"fine then, be that way. nice to meet you, partner."

aki's mornings start slow.

they always have, for as long as he can remember. he wakes up just after the crack of dawn, to which denji has called him sick in the head multiple times for, and spends his time unwinding before he inevitably has to go into work and be on high alert for ten hours straight.

it's a peaceful morning like any other. he's on his balcony overlooking the quiet streets of tokyo. denji and power haven't woken up yet, so he has at least a few moments of solitude (which he so desperately needs, by the way).

he cracks open a new box of cigarettes and shakes one into his hand. he's two seconds away from flicking open his lighter to start his morning smoke when–

"i told you i don't like smokers."

aki nearly falls off the balcony in surprise, whipping around to see the intruder. you're standing there with another frown on your face. he has to wonder if you can smile at all.

"how did you get into my apartment?!"

"huh? the front door. are you stupid?"

"but–" aki's head tilts so that he can peer over your shoulder. there's no sign of anyone else being awake to let you in, which means you must have just taken the liberty of waltzing on in here unannounced. "don't sneak up on me like that. i could have hurt you."

"why would you do that?"

"excuse me? because you just broke into my apartment, for fuck's sake."

"i didn't!" you argue back defensively, fumbling in your pocket to pull out a key. and in that moment, aki realizes something deeply, deeply terrible. just as makima had sprung the role of babysitter onto him with denji and power, she has now bestowed upon him possibly the most irritating human being ever born.

this can’t be happening. he couldn’t possibly get stuck with a third unbearable roommate. what kind of shitty karma does he have?

"i... i need a minute."

your tongue clicks in annoyance. "hurry up. i want to leave for work asap."

"just go in yourself. i can meet you there later."

"i don't have a car."

it's as if thunder claps in his ears. "you... don't... have a car..." he repeats back to you slowly, utterly defeated. "at least let me finish getting ready."

you eye the cigarette still held between his fingers with nothing but contempt. "i don't like–"

"yes, yes, i get it! you don't like the smell of smoke. you don't like me."

your face scrunches slightly as you fall silent. if he didn't think you were being such a pest right now, he might have thought you looked a little cute.

"it hurts my nose."

"you have a sensitive nose or something?"

"or something."

his eye twitches.

aki very quicky learns that when you don't like how things are done, you're very vocal about it. and not only are you vocal, if he ever decided to be stubborn you would take actions into your own hands.

he can't count how many times you've stomped up to him in the middle of a job just to slap the cigarette straight out of his mouth and snuff it out with your heel. he's starting to get antsy because of it.

you're a menace. sometimes he even finds that a box of cigarettes he had purchased the night before has mysteriously ended up drenched at the bottom of the bath. it's infuriating.

he doesn't understand how someone could be so intolerant to a scent. he knew it was unpleasant, but he would like to think that he has impeccable enough hygiene to at least be passable. hell, even denji and power don't seem to notice or care.

(not that it's a very high bar to clear when it comes to them. denji once ate a kid's half-chewed leftovers off the table at mcdonalds and said it was a waste of food. aki was not pleased.)

it's not until he's known you for exactly sixty-two days that he learns the truth. two agonizing months of taking a single drag before you come over to him and snatch the cancer stick right out from under his nose.

aki isn't sure how he never noticed — the minute twitch of your nose when you were drawing closer to a devil. the way your shoulders stilled as you held your breath around denji and power.

he thought you were just a regular human being. he should have known makima wouldn't have paired him with someone normal. you were makima's personal devil tracker.

"it's this way," you tell him as you lead him further into the tunnel. it's almost pitch black. aki can't get a read on anything around him.

"how do you know?"

you look at him with an brow raised, like he just asked a really dumb question. "i can smell it."

"you can smell it?"

"i can smell it,” you repeat in confirmation.

"you're insane. there's nothing down here. let's just go back and regroup with–"

you suddenly swivel around, the flashlight in your hand beaming into his face. he has to cover them with a hand as he scowls at you for temporarily blinding him.

"no! it's here! it would just be easier to find if someone wasn't masking up its scent!"

aki's eyes roll into the back of his head at your little jab. "don't waste my time. i have better things to be doing than babysitting you down here."

he gestures dramatically for you to continue walking, shuffling around in his pocket before pulling out a dart. you glower at him distastefully.

"are you for real right now? you can't go 5 minutes without a smoke?"

he just shrugs, lighting it as he trails behind you. "if i need one then i need one."

"i can't believe you. you're seriously so childish," you sputter out, turning around to glare at him.

aki just sighs tiredly, blowing smoke into your face.

he can't wrap his head around why denji and power have taken such a liking to you.

you're rude and blunt and shameless with your remarks. if he was irrational he might have knocked you out by now for constantly swiping darts out of his mouth.

your relationship is purely obligatory. there's a level of mutual trust between you and him; there has to be for the two of you to be a partially functioning team of hunters — but even then, you bicker. and as soon as you're home, you rush into your room in a flurry of curse words and bites that leave aki grumbling to himself.

he doesn't get it. there's not an ounce of appeal.

you have a plain style and an even less exciting personality. he also thinks you have an ugly attitude problem and act like a brat when you want something from him. he always caves, too, which is the worst part — it's some unawakened big brother instinct that he never got to feel as a kid.

he spoils you too much for your own good.

don't want carrots in your curry tonight? fine. he doesn't want to hear you complaining about it, or worse, flinging them around the room with power. again.

saw something at the hundred yen store on the way home? whatever. it's just a hundred yen. if you want it then he'll buy it even if it's something as stupid as a charm for your keychain.

and he hates that you find it all so sentimental, the cheap little trinkets he gets for you. he absolutely loathes the fact that you lug them all around with you. they clink and jingle as you walk around, a clear dead giveaway when you're trying to be stealthy during a job.

(the kicker? it's so endearing that he can't even find it in himself to scold you for it. he despises you for making him even consider calling you cute.)

he should have grown a stronger resolve about this sort of thing. otherwise, he would have been coming home unscathed tonight.

he exhales in exhaustion as he watches you retreat into your room again for the night before he shuffles over into the bathroom and sits at the edge of the tub. he had just bought you a little bracelet with a bell charm on it, jingling with every step you took. it was a grave mistake to bring it into enemy territory.

as much as he would love to place the blame on you, he can't. not when you're so much less experienced out in the field than he is, and not when you were so reserved the entire ride home.

it was his fault. he should have known better.

you were eerily silent as you drove (he was in no condition to drive, so despite his reluctance handing you his car keys, he really had no choice). there was a look on you that was unrecognizable — something morphed between guilt and worry.

he usually doesn't smoke in the confines of his apartment, taking his cigarettes outside where it'll smell less. but he needs one badly right now, and who are you to stop him in his own home?

he catches his reflection in the mirror above the sink. it hits him then how much of a mess he is right now; hair disheveled and masking his vision, blood staining his white button-up, sweat sticking to his forehead and smoke rising to veil half of his face.

aki doesn't get paid enough for this.

"you look like shit."

his eyes flutter closed at the sound of your voice from the door. you invite yourself in, standing a few feet away from him with a hand covering your nose.

"smell like it, too."

"yeah, i bet," he mumbles, pulling the dart from between his teeth to blow smoke in your direction like he always does when you’re pissing him off. you wave it away with a scowl.

"that was rude."

"speak for yourself."

"you suck."

"did you come in here just to be a bother?"

your face twists and he almost bursts out laughing at the constipated expression you give him. you fumble a little with your sleeves, gaze falling to the floor as you stand there like a kid who just threw up and needs their mom to come clean it up.

"do you need help?" you ask him, voice nearly inaudible.

he considers it for a second before his eyes drift to the cigarette still lit between his fingers. "no. it's fine. it's probably better if you're not in here with me right now."

"but you're hurt."

"i've been through worse. i'm fine, really," aki raises a brow at you and your strange behaviour, "don't worry about it."

you're silent again for a moment as his words sink in. "i feel bad. i feel like it's my fault." you sound earnest about it, chewing on your bottom lip guiltily.

he exhales loudly in response, shifting his weight a little on the tub so he can unbutton his shirt. "okay, okay. quit making that face. it's creeping me out."

you huff at his words but surprisingly offer no rebuttal. you waddle over to him slowly, brows furrowing further with each drag of your feet against the tile floor. he watches you curiously as you rummage through the sink cabinet and kneel in front of him, body resting between his thighs.

if you can feel how warm he gets from the action, you don't bother teasing him about it.

your nose is entirely scrunched up now, though you do your best to hide your clear disdain for the scent of smoke filling your nose.

"you really don't have to do this. i promise i'm okay."

you leer at him stubbornly and he immediately relents, not in the mood for a petty argument. you work quickly and delicately, wrapping his wound in gauze. it's then that he realizes there's no tiny jingle of a bell filling the air as you move, and he looks down to see your empty wrist.

"for the record, it wasn't your fault," he says quietly, hand stopping yours. you don't try and slap it away this time, but falter a bit.

"... you don't have to try to be nice to me."

"i'm not trying to be nice. i'm just telling you how it is."

"but–"

"no buts."

your eyes meet his as you peer up at him. you stay still for just a beat before you're wrapping him again, careful not to nick his wound.

are you... crying?

it's subtle, the little tears gathering on your lashes. he might not have realized if it wasn't accompanied by the tiniest of sniffles (which makes you recoil back slightly with the intrusion of smoke filling your lungs).

oh no. he's growing a soft spot for you because of this. the most irritating human on the planet, and he wants to give you a hug so you'll stop crying. what the hell is wrong with him.

aki's hand plops onto the top of your head before either of you realize it's happening. he awkwardly averts his stare.

"don't cry. it's ugly on you."

and it really is, because why else would his heart be having such a violent reaction to it?

for a second he anticipates the sharp sting of your hand smacking his away again, or maybe you'll even be so angry that you'll tilt your head up and sink your teeth into him like a rabid animal.

but you don't. you laugh — a real genuine laugh that makes him dizzy.

he's never been able to picture you with a smile on your face before. you always look feral, like you're about to launch at him and tear his skin off, or so tired that you can't even keep your eyes open anymore.

he sucks in a deep breath as he watches you laugh, blinking the tears out and wiping them up with your sleeve.

you don't say anything to him in response, instead giggling to yourself as you bandage him up the rest of the way. and he doesn't say anything either, not wanting to ruin something so special.

aki realizes that there's still a cigarette he's unconsciously rolling between his fingers. he hasn't taken a drag in so long that it's starting to extinguish itself. and despite the smell of smoke filling the room, you haven't stopped cleaning his wound and wrapping him.

he crushes it up in his hand and drops the ashes into the tub behind him.

he really should quit.

there's a shift in aki in the following weeks.

it's almost palpable — the way he speaks a little softer. a little more tender. kinder. and you can smell it, too; the scent of smoke slowly disappearing over time (not entirely, mind you, but it's the thought that counts).

you first noticed it when you came home from mcdonalds with denji, fries stuffed into your cheeks as you blinked down at aki who was on his hands and knees wiping down every square inch of the apartment.

"come on man, we're not that messy for you to be doing all that..." denji complained while scratching his balls. but aki didn't dignify him with a response, dutifully using a sponge and warm soapy water to scrub at the walls.

you observed him in secrecy later that night, peering into the bathroom as he dumped out the bucket of brown water. he was scrubbing the apartment clean of two years worth of smoke.

it didn't end there. as the months passed, you started smelling it on aki less, too.

once he smoked he would shower right away, even going so far as to pull over on the way home one night and use a public bathhouse. when he could he would change his clothes, too. his sudden change in lifestyle made it significantly more tolerable to linger around him. no longer were you holding your breath until your lungs ached in your ribcage.

aki also took notice of your change in behaviour in response. it was easier to be around you when you weren't constantly whining about his smell.

he didn't think he was being so obvious in the way he was starting to enjoy your company day by day. you still gave him migraines like no other, and he couldn't stand your attitude. but he couldn't help but find your quirks a little charming, at least a bit funny if nothing else.

he wasn't aware that a very watchful (and perverted) pair of eyes was picking up on his signs.

it's a quiet morning with the fan blowing. you and power are still dead to the world and aki has just settled down to have his breakfast.

"so like, what's the deal with you two anyways?"

he glances up from his food with a tilt of the head.

"what are you talking–"

"cause i mean, i totally saw you checking out their ass yesterday." at denji's remark, aki almost chokes on his rice.

"what? i absolutely was not." he guffaws at the blond as if he's ludicrous.

"riiiight... so, you're not into each other then? what's with the looks?"

"what looks?"

denji makes it a point to be theatrical in his renditions of the previous night, sighing dreamily and fluttering his lashes.

"like that."

"... just eat your breakfast, man. you're imagining things."

"nah, but i'm not. c'mon, you don't like them even a little?"

"no."

"liar."

"denji..." aki strains the name out through grit teeth — a warning.

"what'cha guys talkin' about?"

god no. aki can't do this today. not right now. it's too early in the morning.

"we were just talking about how lovey-dovey aki's been lately."

"ohoho, so he finally admits it?" power sits across the table, suddenly interested in conversation.

"i didn't admit anything..." aki puts his chopsticks down with a frustrated sigh, "and what the hell do you mean finally?"

"he totally did admit it. and you should have seen the two of them yesterday—"

"dude, i'm going to kick you in the balls."

"let me have a turn!"

"will you two stop already? i'm getting a headache."

it's a horrible conversation, honestly. a terrible, horrific, unforgiving realization that they might be even a small fraction correct.

this whole household is the bane of his existence.

this thought sticks with him all day; they're going to be the death of me. why me, universe? why me? it doesn't stop until he finally settles into bed at the end of his long day and lets his eyes slide shut for some well-deserved sleep.

there's laughter echoing in his ears, nothing more than a dreamy hallucination as he drifts in and out of sleep. it's sweet and rare and beautiful — he wants to capture it in a bottle and get drunk off of it.

just as aki is about to fall asleep, there's a gentle knock at the door. he stirs awake again with a soft groan, sitting up in bed.

"come in."

in you walk, hands clasped in front of you as you stare at your feet. "i had a nightmare."

he scoffs, but he's climbing out of bed and trodding over to you anyways. "what are you, a child? what'd you come to me about that for?"

"jerk."

he considers you quietly, focusing on the bags under your eyes and the way you shift uncomfortably under the weight of his gaze.

"well what do you want me to do?"

you chew on your lip for a moment. "can i sleep in here?"

"with me?"

"with you."

aki looks at you like you've lost your mind. "no," he says immediately. you wouldn't get a very restful sleep if you were suffocating in the lingering smell of smoke.

he expects you to put up a fight like you always do when things don't go your way. he even braces himself for the onslaught of names you'll call him.

it never comes. instead:

"okay."

quiet and resigned and tired. and he hates that it makes his stomach drop, because next thing he knows his hand is shooting forward to capture your wrist as you retreat.

"god, quit looking so sad. you're the worst," he tells you as he drags you back into the room and unceremoniously tosses you onto his bed.

"dickwad," you bite back weakly. aki can only roll his eyes in response as he takes half his pillows and blankets to make a temporary bed on the floor for himself. you watch him curiously.

"you're not sleeping in the bed?"

"you wouldn't be able to sleep if you were that close to me."

"... right."

"goodnight," he huffs, settling onto the uncomfortably hard wooden floor. a hush settles over the room and he assumes you've either fallen asleep or are trying to, until you start shuffling around for a couple seconds. he can hear your mouth opening and closing, as if you’re deciding whether or not to say something.

"what is it now?" aki sighs, rolling onto his side to peek at you. you're already facing him, balled up into the blanket.

"can i hold your hand at least?"

he gawks at you for a second before recomposing himself. it's just hand holding, who cares? not him. not even a bit.

(liar.)

"fine," he mumbles, slowly reaching up to offer his hand. you take it tentatively, fingers gently curling around his. his brain almost explodes into malfunctioning, heart stopping in his chest.

you blink at each other, gazes steady and unwavering. then your eyes flutter closed as you pull the blanket up and over the bottom half of your face.

"hayakawa?"

"what?" he studies you, watching the way your expression changes ever so slightly.

soft, relaxed.

"thank you."

some part of aki knows he shouldn't be trying to memorize every part of you like this, but he does it anyways.

devil hunters don't get attached to others. they don't, and they can't. but aki can't help it. it was his worst habit — worse than smoking, actually.

he was always getting emotionally involved when it came to his partners. he couldn't go to sleep anymore thinking about the fact that you would have to go in the next day and face whatever horrible devil got assigned to you. there was a sickness that gurgled in his stomach when he pictured your ragged corpse, unmoving and lifeless at his feet.

it stresses him out beyond reason, even though you're in the next room over perfectly alive and breathing. and when aki is stressed, he reaches for a cigarette.

he thinks he's being quiet, and since you should be asleep he figures just one wouldn't hurt. so he sneaks out onto his balcony for a smoke, leaning over the edge of the railing so that he can observe the empty streets below.

for some reason, he hesitates for a moment as he brings it to his lips. he doesn't even get to light it before he's once again rudely interrupted.

"you're smoking."

it's as if you have a secret sense for when he's about to smoke. or maybe you can just smell them when he taps them out of the box. either way, it irks him.

aki sighs, hand slowly lowering and dangling over the railing. he doesn't even try to deny it as he glances over his shoulder at you. you're leaning against the door frame with your arms crossed. you don't seem as irritated as you usually do, instead regarding him steadily in slight defeat.

it makes his heart ache, so he flicks the unlit dart off the balcony and watches it disappear into the darkness of the street below.

"it's unhealthy, you know."

"i know."

"so why?"

"you think i chose to be this way?" in some ways he did, but he'd never tell you that.

silence befalls you as you join his side, resting your elbows on the railing. it's a calm night; a gentle breeze blows the hair from your face when you turn to look at him.

you wordlessly examine him, and he does the same. you’re more exhausted than usual, wilted like a flower starved for water. he knows it must be draining trying to keep up with someone in a special division — especially since you don't seem to be anything more than a bomb dog for makima, sniffing out where devils are hiding. he doesn't blame you for being so tired.

"hey," he frowns at you.

"what?"

"are you ever going to tell me your name?"

"no."

"seriously?"

"seriously."

he lets out a tiny groan of annoyance before he gets an idea. "if i quit smoking, would you tell me?"

you survey him cautiously. "i'd consider it."

aki runs a hand through his long hair in contemplation, looking out toward the complex across from his. "i don't get how people just quit on a whim. doesn't seem possible."

"they have stuff for that. like, chewing gum or nicotine patches or whatever." he huffs as you continue, "you just need to find something to take your mind off of it. something that satisfies your craving."

"yeah? way easier said than done. also, i don't know if i like being lectured by the likes of–"

"you'd be too irritating if you were addicted to anything else, anyways," you dismiss your own idea, completely ignoring the glare you're receiving from aki.

"you're annoying, you know that? worse than denji. worse than power, somehow." but he wants to take care of you anyways.

"am i?" you challenge defiantly, turning to face him completely.

"the worst. honest to god, i've considered quitting my job because of you." but he hasn't, has he?

"have you now?"

"what the hell was makima thinking, trying to get me to quit smoking by sending her tracker after me?" he should be thanking her, really.

you answer him honestly, voice quiet as you allow him to unconsciously enter your personal space in his rant of frustration. "i don't know."

he only realizes he's standing too close to you when your nose twitches slightly and your brows furrow — indicators that the faint but lingering smell of smoke on him is giving you a headache.

"sorry."

he starts to pull back with a defeated noise, but then your hands shoot forward and gently cling to his sweater. he looks at you inquisitively. you seem surprised by your own actions, too.

aki is forced to reconcile with the fact that he doesn’t want to take his eyes off of you. in his almost twenty-one years alive, he's never stood so close to someone before. it's taking a real toll on him.

a heavy fog of tension settles between you as you stand there, having a stare down both out of stubbornness and curiosity as to why the other hasn't pulled away yet.

"i don't know what's wrong with me... i don't think i want you to go inside yet. stop making me feel stupid," you complain, admitting your words shamelessly.

you watch as aki blinks at you before he shakes his head in exasperation.

"what am i going to do with you?"

there's a smile on his face as he says it, tiny and subtle. you would have missed it if he wasn't slowly inching closer and closer to you. and you let him despite the suffocating smell of smoke invading your senses again.

it occurs to him that the only things he has ever kissed are his wounds as he dresses them in bandages, himeno when she was wasted once, and the papery end of a cigarette.

you taste much sweeter than any of them.

maybe it was just easy for aki to fall into addictions. he was weak-willed in that sense. always has been.

and he always chose the absolute worst things in the world to get addicted to; revenge, smoking, and now you. he couldn't stand being in the same room as you anymore. not when he so desperately craved your lips on his.

it started as a casual thing; a small peck here, a sneaky kiss there, nothing jaw dropping. and you didn't seem to mind it all too much, allowing him to linger a little longer every time he leaned back in.

it was becoming a problem. a very serious one. he couldn't focus anymore. it was worse than smoking, so much so that everytime he wanted to reach for a box of cigarettes, he would end up coming to you instead.

there was something about you he wanted to preserve. a fondness grew in his heart, replacing the scream of annoyance that would fill his lungs and threaten to spill out every time he laid eyes on you.

you were something he wanted to keep. something to protect. someone to fill the silence when no one else would.

aki liked bickering with you. he found normalcy in it, as if he'd spent his whole life doing it. and sometimes it really did feel that way — as if he'd spent lifetimes before this one by your side.

it's why he clings to you so tightly when he almost loses you.

you're perched in his lap as he holds you, slowly running your fingers through his untied hair. the driver's seat of the car wasn't built for two people to sit; his legs are far too cramped to be comfortable and your knees are pressed harshly into his thighs.

he doesn't care. aki has never cared so much until he met you.

he's robbing you of air, clinging to you so tightly that you can barely move. he can hear you complaining against his lips, but he can't bring himself to stop.

"stop doing this to me," he hisses, knocking his forehead into yours so that he can stare into your soul. "it's ridiculous. i hate you. i hate you."

he kisses you again to bury the familiar lump growing in his throat.

"i told you to fucking stay put. why can't you just listen to me? you could have died. what would i have done then, huh?" you don't answer him, instead cupping his cheeks to try and calm him down.

"you're stupid and reckless and fuck — what would i do without you?" he closes his eyes when your nose brushes against his; a silent apology.

"i hate how much you mean to me, i hate your stupid laugh and your voice and how awful it makes me feel when you look sad. i hate that you keep all the worthless shit i buy you on the way home from work and i hate that you stand so close even after a smoke–" aki's jaw tenses to try and dam the outburst spilling out of him, but he can’t.

"–i hate that i love you. i hate it. i hate you. fuck! i love you–"

he's out of breath by the time he finishes getting his words out, his fingers digging into your hips almost painfully. you blink down at him as you brush the hair from his face.

he’s always so composed, even when he's being mean to you. it's rare to see him worked up like this. you can't help but smile.

"... don't just smile at me, idiot. say something," he pleads quietly, head falling against your shoulder as he keeps you in place.

he squeezes his eyes shut when your fingers thread carefully through his undone hair once again, raking the knots out smoothly. he melts in your touch until your hands leave his scalp and gather up his face again so you can look at him.

there's no tiny twitch of your nose. no furrowing of your brows. no stilling of your chest as you hold your breath. actually, he's never seen you so openly inviting.

"can i kiss you?" aki asks this time, voice hoarse.

you nod, and his whole world comes apart. he takes his time memorizing every curve of your lips against his, the taste of you, the little gasps of air you suck in as he seals his claim on you with his mouth.

"aki..." you murmur his given name against his lips, over and over and over. you whisper it between kisses that leave you breathless. and he swallows your voice, allowing himself to revel in the way his name sounds on your tongue.

he didn't smell of smoke anymore. he didn't taste like death and ash, either — he was just aki.

hayakawa aki, 20, professional devil hunter and resident cynic, who you're hopelessly in love with.

“aki?”

“yeah?”

"do you still want to learn my name?"

🏷️ @k0z3me @aanobrain (bye ily hope you enjoy this one art)

crossposted to ao3!

#— whispers in the wind ✧#im going into hibernation after this fic #goodnight world #i cant believe i actually finished it #chainsaw man #csm #chainsaw man fic #csm fic #hayakawa aki #aki hayakawa #aki hayakawa x you #aki hayakawa x y/n #aki hayakawa x reader #hayakawa aki x you #hayakawa aki x y/n #hayakawa aki x reader #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader

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rath00ker · 6 months

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Does this twst character smoke or not

(Including everyone but event Characters and RSA characters)

NRC Staff

Crowley: No. He just doesn’t seem to be the type

Trein: He probably doesn’t. Like if he did it was in his 20s and he stopped once his daughters complained about the smell

Crewel: He’s literally based off Cruella de Vil of course he does. But he probably has one of those long cigarette things and makes his own cigarettes.

Vargas: Imma say no, but he definitely drinks. He do be at bars after school hours

Sam: Probably not. I mean he likely sells them but he just doesn’t seem like the type.

Heartslabyul

Riddle: No. His mother is a doctor he’s never once picked up a lighter.

Trey: Also no but he does not care. His parents probably smoked but they did it outside

Cater: He tried vapes but didn’t like them. Still has one but doesn’t really use it

Deuce: When he was younger yes, now that he’s trying to be an honor student no.

Ace: A social smoker. If it’s being passed around he’ll take it but he never smokes on his own time

Savannaclaw

Leona: No. He just doesn’t like the smell

Ruggie: Probably used to sneak his grandma’s cigarette when she wasn’t looking and now just does it whenever he can get his hands on one which isn’t often

Jack: No.

Octavinelle

Azul: No. I’ve seen fanart of him smoking and like I get it he has a whole mafia aesthetic going on but I feel like if he ever tried he’d cough his lungs out

Jade: Also no, he tried didn’t care for it

Floyd: I’ve also seen a lot of fanart of him smoking but I actually think he fucking hates the smell of cigarette smoke

Scarabia

Kalim: No. never in his life. Dad probably smokes but he does not

Jamil: His breakfast is a single cup of coffee and a cigarette at 3 in the morning

Pomefiore

Vil: No, he cares way to much about his teeth and gums to smoke

Rook: He’s French. Probably sneaks one in the woods or smt

Epel: Imma say no. If he did it was only to piss off Vil

Ignihyde

Idia: This can go two ways. One he just doesn’t or two he does and he has the crispiest most burnt blueberry vape known to man

Ortho: Literally a robot

Diasomna

Malleus: No, also I see a lot of people saying he wouldn’t even know about cigarettes but like? He’s a fae that’s been alive for 100 smt years he’s heard of cigarettes before he just doesn’t smoke

Lilia: He’s a war veteran with three children. He smokes.

Silver: He’s asleep half of the time so no

Sebek: Will literally scream if he sees you smoking

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aestariiwilderness · 2 months

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BB Season 3 Thoughts, Part II, since this is apparently a thing I'm doing at the moment *SPOILERS*

For the new episode. I have already forgotten what it's called. Aside from "The One Where Omega & Crosshair Become Hustlers"

So, from what I'm seeing from this, Crosshair is most relaxed and content (a) in an inversely proportional relationship to the aggravation of the people around him; bonus points if he is causing the aggravation and (b) when someone else -- ANYONE ELSE -- is in charge. Up to and including small blond civilian. That's when he can snark the most at the people soldiering on under the actual responsibility (see: Hunter, Rex), footloose and fancy-free in the knowledge that even when the plan goes wrong, it won't be His Fault. This is, objectively, hilarious. ("Smoker-Coded Angst Man Manifesting As the Physical Representation of a Hard-Bitten Hedgehog Perfectly Happy Being Smoker-Coded Angst Man: Film at Eleven"; "Younger Sibling Most Fulfilled In Life When Criticizing Older Siblings' Plans While Bringing Absolutely Nothing to the Table").

The extent to which he is taking this in "Life Changing Field Trip with Little Sister Less Than Half My Height" is both hilarious and concerning. (Seriously. Is there brain damage here? Is he just that determined to Not Be Making the Decisions? No wonder he identified so hard with the Empire, the man can't seem to function without an overlord to be bitter about).

Omega is setting her sights too low. JUST letting all the animals free? JUST helping Gregor? JUST helping Hera's parents? With a squad of elite commandos (who were also, when they met her, cocky nine-year-old morons with blasters and mild superpowers, I will grant you that) wrapped around her little finger against their better judgment, she could have pointed them at the Emperor by now and BANG. The next thing you know, through the power of plot, family, and completely unhinged clone shenanigans? Palpatine is a smoking pile of nerf nuggets, someone's lost a limb, Omega's hanging from the Senate Dome, and we're still retrieving Hunter after he accidentally grappled onto a passing speeder and got dragged three planetary blocks downtown.

Omega, having just survived prison, a prison escape, and a violent crashlanding into a planet that actually seems to be the geographical equivalent of Crosshair himself, flying high on step 45.7a of this escape "plan": wait we need the navicomputer so we can go back and rescue all the other prisoners! Crosshair (who was on step 2: survive?? Maybe?? Why is there a dog behind my seat??): what

Crosshair's biggest complaint with Omega's leadership: you're wasting my murder skills! Rampart wouldn't do this to me

Omega's first idea for a moral, peaceful resolution: um. Gambling. I've done it before and earned lots! (Crosshair, frantically rearranging everything he knows about his brothers in his head: you've what)

Omega's second idea for a moral, semi-peaceful resolution: RELEASE THE KRAKEN

Baby Goggles Victorian Street Urchin Child (which Crosshair was totally 100% down with beating into the ground at the slightest provocation, which is also 100% in character)

Omega, morphing into Hunter after five minutes with Crosshair in a mildly snarky mood: STOW IT

Omega, ship thief master. Han Solo wishes he had what she has

Scottish?? Imperial Officer??

All the clones. They're all so homeschooled

Crosshair, wearing a soft quilted jacket instead of the black gothic armor caked with blood his soul naturally craves: ugh mom why

Oh, don't even with this ominous music and Wrecker not smiling. Please. Pull the other one, it's got bells on. Is being miffed at Crosshair a rational reaction? Absolutely. Would they be in this mess without his, uh, everything? No, they wouldn't. Is being suspicious of Crosshair a rational reaction? Yes, and VERY HEALTHY TOO. Do I want them to be mad at him? 100% with this garbage man. Which is why it will be very hard to convince me that in the next episode, actual marshmallow Wrecker and currently-held-together-with-string-and-duct-tape Hunter aren't going to take one look at Crosshair, missing-stray-cat-with-one-ear-and-no-redeeming-qualities, and burst into tears.

#the bad batch #bad batch season 3 #star wars #spoilers #the bad batch spoilers

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arnaerr · 7 months

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Bold the Facts OC Tag Game

Tagged by @lucien-lachance thank you so much!! <3

I'm going with Savari, my BG3 Necromancer :3c

✧˖°. PERSONAL

$ Financial: wealthy (she comes from the ancient necromancers' family) / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non-applicable ✪ Class/Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other ✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other ✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

✧˖°. FAMILY

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children ◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) (has a younger brother who went into magic science stuff) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased ◔ Affiliation: orphaned / abandoned / adopted / found family / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable

✧˖°. TRAITS + TENDENCIES

♦ extroverted / introverted (but has high charisma, so she can adapt when circumstances need it. Noble life taught her that) / in-between ♦ disorganized / organized / in-between ♦ close-minded / open-minded / in-between ♦ calm / anxious / in-between / highly contextual ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in-between ♦ cautious / reckless / in-between/ highly contextual ♦ patient / impatient / in-between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in-between / highly contextual ♦ leader / follower / in-between ♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in-between / highly contextual ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in-between ♦ traditional / modern / in-between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in-between ♦ cultured / uncultured / in-between / unknown ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown / highly contextual ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown / highly contextual (I think that at her family's home they have a shrine of Jergal of sorts, but they're not highly religious)

✧˖°. BELIEFS

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don't know / don’t care / in a matter of speaking ✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking ✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking ❃ Belief in Aliens: yes (well, Illithids are real huh) / no / don't know / don't care ✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in-between / not religious (she says thanks to Jergal sometimes, but it's more like a family's custom) ❀ Philosophical: yes / no / highly contextual

✧˖°. SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual ❥ Sex: sex-repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious ❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

✧˖°. ABILITIES

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good (despite Savari working as a necromancer detective in the city, her grandma made sure that she can stand in battle and use her staff when the spell slots are used. But she's much better with spells than staff. She has a problem with spells that require healing/creating, so she focuses on the necromancy/any type of damaging and controlling magic) / moderate / poor / none ≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good (she's a good dancer 🤭) / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✧˖°. HABITS

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic / former borderline alcoholic turned sober ☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker ✿ Recreational Drugs: tried some / never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict ✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess ☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater $ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic ♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gamble

#ask game #savari

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yuyulie · 8 months

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bold the facts: prudencia “prudy” valentín

Rules: Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

Tagged by: @blackskorpi0n ty so much <3 finally got the time to do this lol

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty (she's a uni student and works part time but still lives with her mom and they don't get along so she gets kicked out fairly often so like idk it's in-between these three.)

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other

✖ Criminal Records: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown *(this one is so 💀 because her demon of an ex-gf cheated on her a few times and she still stayed with her for like 2 more years, when she should've just cheated back AND left.)

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic *(her mom never got her much growing up so now that she works, she's always buying herself things.)

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic *(her mom got super religious after marrying her stepfather and so they were always inside that damn church so now shes just tired of it all plus her mom tried to set her up with the son of one of her church friends and yea...)

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no / somewhat

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased *(has a younger half-sister but she doesn’t consider her a sibling as she feels like she’s not really part of this new family her mom has.)

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents / not applicable *(she was "raised" by her mom, bio dad is a deadbeat.)

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

Tagging: @ubebutter @eatasslikegrass @vampirepill @reallyhailey @mrsimqle @gigglecoffin @drkwaifu @machinegrl @skaterboisims @crsentfairy @cherrywisp @strwbmi @zinxsims @sims4luvrxx @444proxy <3

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 #my sims #she hates her name so much she wants to change it but the process is such a pain in the ass #her grandma picked the name and her mom went along with it for some reason

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moldingtundra · 1 month

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thought I’d talk about my interpretation of unpleasant because yes (also I might make an ask blog about it)

Ok so lord timeee!! Content warning for some really sensitive topics (genocide, murder, prostitution, implied abuse, etc.) so watch out.

so unpleasant gradient (aka gradie) was born because his mother was a prostitute (so was his dad but much less so) and his fathers parents found out so they made him marry her, obviously that does shit and eventually when he turned 7 his father left and he was left along and u can kindddaaa imagine what happeneds when ur left with this type of mom whis also an alcoholic and smoker…yeahhh, so he gets two sibs (one if them is older the other is younger, same mom) pleasant gradient (older, named penny) and monotomous graident (younger, named mono) who took care of him when his mother escaped without him at 11 years old including a third sibling who used to take care of him when he was a toddler but ran away from home due to his mom (they were mutated gradient). (gradie has a shit ton, you can imagine why lmao) but he only sees it once and never again, so the three brothers have to survive the famine and genocide going around (it started before gradie was even born) but obviously u can imagine what happens in this typa scenerio (gradie had to almost say bye bye to half of his body bc of a bomb at 12 and watch penny die and mono run away then escape at 15 (the scars dwindled over time dw but it’s still there )) and then there is an opurtunity to escape the country with a bus, but theres only one bus ticket, so a random woman gives it to gradie and sends him off bc she knows he has the most potential and promises to find him (its been 45 years he still hasnt seen them) here’s art of what he looked like back then:

so after he escaped he rebuild his life in the land equivalent of AMERICUH and he attends this high school and he falls in love with builderman but decides not to confess and they both decide to graduate together and try getting it big, builderman did it by building the robloxia community and gradie byt writing his experiences with genocide and hiking high feets no one reached, like he won some guinness world record and some new york times bestseller thing- my guy was packed!!!…..until he got hit by a truck and couldnt do anything anymore (sad 💔) ON TOP OF THAT builderman married jane doe and had thier kid (infected) and graide would by to babysit infected since he was a wee little baby.

so kasper got infected at his 12th birthday. But the infected turns him into a vicious furry or whatever (werewolf if you want) and the first time that happened, he fucking ate his parents and gradie literally just came by to give them lasagna and infecteds present, so now his parents are dead, and graide decides to adopt infected (who hates it lol) and they just raise infected while tryna deal with his furry issue (his furry issue caused him to eat his own cat and some residents) and graide is just like tryna fucking hold himself together bc if the kid u had to babysit thats from ur one sided gay lover who married a fugly woman decides to kill yo one sided gay lover and u had to adopt him I wouldve eaten my organs)

and that’s basically it! Expect an ask blog for him soon this week or before I die lol

toodaloo!

#regretevator #roblox #lore dump #headcanon #interpertation #writing #unpleasant gradient #Infected #infected regretevator #unpleasant regretevator

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bippot · 2 years

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Summary ~ Poor Eddie didn't show up to school because he has a bit of a cough and Wayne needs his rest, so his best friend and her puppy are willing to come to his aid.

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Sick Character, Cutesy, Friends to Lovers, Caretaking, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Song Recommendation: Home Sweet Home by Motley Crue

Stranger Things, Eddie Munson Masterlist - here

Skipping school was something that Eddie did often. Very often. All of Hellfire didn't bat an eyelid when he didn't show up at lunch. Maybe he was at a deal. Maybe he was still sleeping. Maybe he just didn't want to.

Yet, they knew with one hundred percent certainty that he'd never miss a Thursday. That's when their campaign was. They can't have a session without the DM! That's literally impossible.

Dustin, ever the sweetheart, decided to call the Munson household to check up on their buddy. Well, he had the idea to call. "You do it," he whined, looking up at Y/N and shoving the note with Eddie's number into her hands.

"You're just scared Wayne will answer."

"Yes, I am. He's so scary, and he knows you."

"Wayne is not scary."

"He is too!"

Y/N chuckled at the younger boy and pushed him out of the way, grabbing the phone as she teased, "Henderson, you are a complete pussy."

The boy huffed and crossed his arms as if daring her to keep teasing him. If she did keep teasing him, he'd tell Eddie about that time he caught her doodling the rocker in her notebook when Mike took four thousand years to decide how he was going to take one of his turns. He had leverage, and he wasn't afraid to use it. "Yeah, yeah. Call the damn number."

So, Y/N dialled the number. It rang five before someone picked up. "Munson residence," A gruff voice huffed out. Wayne. It had to be. Oops, had they woken him? Fuck, he probably worked the night before. He was probably so beat and exhausted from his job. It made her feel instantly bad for doing this.

"Hey Wayne, it's Y/N."

"Oh hey, youngster." Wayne's soft smile reached her ear. Honestly, she had no idea why Dustin was afraid of him. The man was very laid back and friendly, so far from the cold and distant demeanour of Eddie's parents. He was a bit rough around the edges, but Y/N knew that was from a long life of night shifts and stress. But he always seemed kind.

Sheepishly, she twirled the phone cord as she apologised, "Did I wake you? I'm sorry-"

Interrupting, Wayne clarified, "I was already awake, kiddo. Eddie's been coughing all morning long." From the background she'd been hearing sounds that she couldn't quite place, well, now she knew were the harsh tunes of Eddie's smokers cough. How delightful. "Yeah, that idiot boy has come down with a cold or some shit." She could just hear him rolling his eyes as he spoke, "He ain't sick enough to quit smoking though."

Despite her concern, she joked, "Yeah, Ed smokes like a chimney," and tried to ignore Dustin as he poked her in the ribs, urging her to whisper to him what was going on. "Do you need anything? I can always stop by the pharmacy on the way home and drop some things off."

There was a laugh on the line. "Be my alibi when I strangle him? He's been keeping me from my beauty sleep," he replied, a hint of bitterness in his voice that caused Y/N to snicker.

"I could always look after him if you want to get some sleep before your shift tonight? I don't mind, really." And she didn't. Taking care of Eddie would give her something to do. With Hellfire cancelled for the evening, what else could she spend her time doing? Homework? Fuck no. "My parents are on holiday and my house is frighteningly quiet. A coughing idiot could liven the place up a bit."

It was clear Wayne pondered her offer for a moment as the line was silent (except from the distant coughs of the sick loser that was huddled deep in his duvet in his room), until he finally responded, "I knew you were my favourite of Eddie's friends for a reason." A small smirk slipped onto his face as added, "Just don't kill him."

She grinned back, "I'll do my best. I'll pick him up after school."

"Okay. Thanks, kid. I owe you big time. Talk to ya later, alright?"

"Later, Wayne." After hanging up, she smiled and looked over at her friend. Dustin had the smuggest, the most knowing look on his face that she had ever seen. It made her roll her eyes and sigh, "Shut up," but there was no heat behind the words as they both laughed.

"Oh, Eddie. Let me take care of you, my sick little baby," he teased, doing an awful impression of Y/N. She playfully punched his arm and laughed, shaking her head in exasperation, but there was no denying how pink her cheeks had become.

"Shut it."

Humorously, Dustin turned his back to her and wrapped his arms around himself to mimic smooching as his voice got higher and he continued, "Mwah, mwah, one day I'm going to be Mrs. Munson, just you wait. Eddie! Yes, I will marry you! I will bear your fuzzy headed offspring! Mwah, I just love making out with you so much-'' He didn't hear any protests from her, so he turned back around and found that she'd already walked away, meaning that whoever had passed by the telephone had heard him say all that shit and maybe just assumed it was him doing some weird shit. One girl gave him a look. She didn't say anything, but he could tell she was thinking something homophobic. That's the eighties for you, baby.

Hellfire was postponed and Y/N left for Eddie's house the moment the bell rang (well, the drug store then Eddie's). Wayne saw her car park up and almost pushed Eddie out of the door with a "There she is, your Knight in shining...dungarees!" The older Munson looked as tired as she'd expected him to. His hair stuck up in every direction and he had dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. His clothes were rumpled and slightly dirty. He clearly hadn't taken a shower yet.

Eddie looked just as bad, if not worse. He wore a thick hoodie and sweatpants and a blanket hastily tied around his shoulders like a cape, and despite this, he still was shivering. In an attempt to make his hair look less like a dishevelled mop on his head, he'd tied it up in a haphazard bun that was mostly falling out. His nose was red and his expression was one of 'Yeah, I'm not having a great time right now.'

Rolling down her window, she taunted, "Wow, you look like hell."

"Thanks," he sarcastically muttered as he got into her car. There was a small smile tugging at his lips as he closed the door. "How would you like it if I said you looked like shit?"

"I said you looked like hell, not shit."

"Oh, so I don't look like shit?"

"No. You do."

Giving a grateful wave, Wayne went back inside the trailer, presumably to finally get that good shut eye that he needed. As soon as he left, she started the engine and drove to her house. "How are you feeling?" she asked, glancing at Eddie who still had the blanket wrapped tightly around his body.

He shrugged and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked out the window. "Like crap, actually," he admitted groggily, turning towards her and letting her see the pout on his face. His pout was adorable and endearing, but she didn't think it was helping his condition in any way, shape or form. It made her giggle, which was probably a bad thing considering that he turned his glare on her, but honestly, it didn't bother her nearly as much as he thought it would. He was very cute at the moment and she couldn't take his grumpiness seriously.

When they arrived at her house, Eddie jumped out of her car like a little child and hobbled toward her front porch, clutching his blanket like a explorer desperately. clinging to warmth in the arctic tundra. The moment she opened the door, a puppy excitedly ran down the stairs to greet them. She crouched down and let the pup sniff her hand before she picked him up. "I missed you too, Chewie," she declared as the mini Briard happily licked her cheek. Y/N chuckled as she scratched behind his ear and held him against her chest as they made their way inside her abode.

Eddie immediately flopped down on her couch, wrapping his blanket more securely around his frame and burying his face in the throw pillow. He was completely silent, save for the occasional cough. "You okay?" She questioned, putting Chewie down gently on the couch. Eddie simply nodded, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. "You hungry? Thirsty? Got a headache?"

"Yes. Yes....and yes." He rubbed at his temples and glanced over at her curiously, gazing at her with those wide brown puppy dog eyes that she loved so much. Even without saying anything, she was sure he was trying to ask her a question with his eyes alone, and that question was clearly 'Please?'

Without hesitation, she moved to retrieve what he needed and urged Chewie to "Go cuddle up to Eds. He needs it, bud," and somehow it seemed that the dog understood what she said. Or maybe it was because Eddie had a blanket. She came back a few moments later carrying painkillers and a water bottle to find the pair sitting together with Eddie talking to the dog softly about nothing in particular. Y/N quietly sat down next to him and handed him the pill bottle and water. He eyed them with fake caution. "Cyanide?"

"Belladonna."

With a groan, he held his hands out to take the items from her hands and chugged them all in record speed, before handing the empty bottle back. Two out of the three things she'd offered had been provided. One was left. "Food please," he whined, pouting as he'd done in the car. She laughed and hurried to the kitchen to warm up some soup before bringing it to him. It wasn't anything special, but it was simple and quick and the smell alone was enough to have Eddie smiling like an idiot.

Once the bowl was safely within his grasp, she settled in next to him, propping her feet up on the coffee table. At first he seemed to look at her strangely, so she declared, "What? Do you want me to feed you too?" With a smug grin, she swiped the spoon from his hand and teased, "Here comes the aeroplane for the little baby boy." Now, she never would have expected him to open his mouth and let her feed him. And the happy face he'd pulled as she did it made her realise "You love being coddled, don't you?"

A small nod of his head told her everything she needed to know, although he didn't seem like he wanted to admit it. He looked at her quizzically and she merely gave a shrug before continuing to feed him. The silence between them was comfortable, filled only with the occasional slurping or coughing sound.

As she placed the spoon back in the empty bowl, she suddenly felt a tug at the side of her shirt. Looking down, she noticed that Chewie had snuck into their space and was laying down beside them, resting his chin on Eddie's knee. She smiled and stroked behind his ears affectionately.

"Thank you," Eddie eventually said, joining in and stroking the dog's fur. She nodded absentmindedly in acknowledgement before placing the bowl down on the coffee table and stretching out on the couch next to him. She was about to close her eyes when he spoke again. "For taking care of me. And Wayne, I guess."

"It's nothing. You're my best friend, Eddie, and you know I'd do anything for you," she replied, her voice low and sincere. He knew they were best friends, but there was something about hearing it that made him feel lighter somehow. She didn't say it often, but when she did, it meant more than any amount of words could possibly express.

To her, Eddie was family. Family that she was fiercely loyal and protective of. Family she loved unconditionally. The least she could do was care for him, even if he was annoying and stubborn, and a little childish at times. He was her best friend, and she loved him dearly.

Speaking of people she loved, it was now time for Chewie's dinner. "I know you're comfy, but do you want your food? Dinner time?" she asked the dog, her voice a little higher than usual. She watched as he wagged his tail in excitement, ready for his food. "Let's go then. Lead the way."

Chewie ran so fast to the kitchen. He was such a little guy! But he was fast and agile and, with the promise of food, his energy seemed limitless. He bounded across the kitchen floor, barking loudly as he made his way straight to his food bowl and impatiently waited for her to prepare his meal. Yeah, her dog and her best friend had quite a few similarities. And, she loved them both.

"Hey, hey buddy, slow down," she lightheartedly chastised as she saw how quickly her puppy tried to scoff down the food that she brought to him, practically inhaling it in seconds. "Jesus fucking christ. Breathe a little, babe."

Returning to the sofa, Y/N felt Eddie lean against her shoulder as soon as she sat beside him and sighed contently. They stayed like that for a while; Eddie snuggling closer and melting into the comfort of Y/N's presence. He felt safe around her, which was always a plus. Her hand came up to fix the mess of his hair, gently removing the elastic band that he'd used as a hair tie and untangling the messy strands. She could hear his quiet intake of breath before he closed his eyes and let her run her fingers through his hair, combing out the tangles and making it somewhat presentable.

It felt nice. So soothing, in fact, that he didn't want it to stop. Soon, his locks were tangle free - it took longer than it should've - and he let her plait it for him as Chewie returned, contently sitting on Y/N's lap as she worked. She finished in no time at all and took one of her hair bands from her wrist, twirling the hair into a bun and securing it with a tie.

"There we go. So pretty," she cooed in his direction, earning a satisfied hum and a smile from him. Now that was done,she suggested, "Do you want to watch a video?"

As a matter of fact, she already had in mind a movie that she knew he'd really like, but she didn't want to push him if his headache was too bad. He hesitated, looking at the television sceptically before finally nodding.

Repo Man, a beautifully weird movie about cars and extraterrestrials - two things Eddie was a fan of, and it was just lucky that her dad had rented it just before her parents went on holiday and left her to dogsit.

Y/N sprawled out, lying back against the cushions and wasn't surprised when Chewie decided to awkwardly slot himself in the gap between her shoulder and the back cushion, falling asleep almost instantly. However, she was a little taken aback when Eddie snuggled up to her, crawling on top of her and resting his head on her chest.

"Your boobs are comfy." he whispered and she rolled her eyes playfully, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him closely. He sighed and rested his cheek against her clothed upper breast, watching the film in peace.

After a few minutes, he realised just how much he liked being here, and he couldn't help himself. He lifted his head off her chest and turned towards her with a questioning gaze. She smiled warmly and raised a brow, waiting for whatever he may have to say. He took a deep breath before slowly speaking, "I'm sorry if you get sick too now."

She shook her head, her hand coming up to brush a stray strand of his hair away from his eye as she murmured, "It's okay, big guy. If I get sick, you'll have to take care of me." He smiled slightly, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips. "I promise I'll be half as whiny as you."

Now was definitely the wrong time. Definitely. But, he was feeling woozy and a little out of it so he replied, "Okay. You could be double as whiny and I would still love you."

His heart skipped a beat at his own words. Oh god, what had come over him? But, the smile and slight blush that lit up her face was worth it. And when she pressed a kiss to his forehead, saying, "I love you too," he knew he hadn't imagined the butterflies in his stomach. At first he'd mistaken them for general being ill symptoms, but no, this was different, this was pure bliss. Pure joy. This was love.

Settling back down, he gave her collarbone a light peck and continued watching the movie, the heat of her body radiating comfortably against his. It didn't take long until he was drifting off, completely oblivious to the world around him. He didn't notice the way the corners of her lips curled upwards as she glanced down at him, her eyes softening at the sight of his peaceful expression.

Chewie was the first of the two to wake up, and because Chewie was awake, that meant he decided to stand and walk across Eddie's back. Despite the fact that the puppy barely weighed anything, Eddie woke up to the soft pitter patter of paws across the back of his shoulders. As he opened his eyes, he found the dog standing over him with an expectant look on his face. He groaned, not wanting to move, but he had to since Y/N needed to get out from under him. He pushed his upper body up onto his elbows and shifted to get off of Y/N, not really noticing the smile on her face as she watched him struggle to lift himself out of grogginess.

Kissing his temple as a silent apology, Y/N carefully removed herself from the indent they had made in the couch and lifted her annoying little pup to the ground before he started yapping. He immediately began running around, chasing his favourite chew toy.

When she looked over at Eddie again, she saw that he was rubbing his eyes, clearly trying to keep them open, and he looked utterly adorable with his bleary eyes and rumpled clothes. There was a small dusting of red on his cheeks as he yawned and stretched his limbs lazily, the blanket slipping off of his shoulders. His shirt had ridden up slightly, exposing the skin of his bare stomach and she couldn't help but find herself staring for just a second longer.

Eddie caught her and raised a brow, smiling sheepishly as he asked, "What's up?" She shook herself from the trance that she'd been in and looked away, trying to hide her embarrassed expression.

"Nothing, nothing. Just, uh... nothing."

"You don't sound very convincing," he pointed out, reaching out and grabbing her hand. She was trying hard to ignore the blush that was creeping onto her face, though it seemed like she was failing miserably.

Maybe she should give up on resisting the blush, and let her face naturally turn red, instead of trying to fight it. "You look very cute right now," she admitted shyly as Eddie's thumb caressed her knuckles. He grinned widely, his dimples making their appearance as his eyes shone in excitement.

"You don't look so bad yourself," he commented casually, his gaze trailing over her form appreciatively, especially when she bent down to throw Chewie's toy for him, causing the dog to chase it even more enthusiastically than before.

Playing fetch with her dog was exactly what Eddie needed. Not only did he feel better after sleeping peacefully, but also, he felt happy. Happy and content. Still sick, but he wasn't so grumpy about it now. And the smile on his face was contagious as it reached Y/N's own lips, mirroring his. "So," she spoke softly after chucking the toy into the next room so they'd have some time to speak, "How are you feeling now? Do you want anything?"

"Well..." He began thoughtfully, scratching the back of his neck as he searched for the right words. "My head is still hurting, and my throat feels kinda dry, but I don't feel sick or dizzy anymore."

"Want a drink?" Chewie was back by then, tail thumping against the floor happily as he strutted past Y/N to drop the toy at Eddie's feet.

"Yeah, sure. Water sounds good."

A few moments later, she returned with a tall glass full of water and handed it to him, grinning as he accepted the offered glass gratefully. After taking a sip, he asked, "How did the Hellfire boys take it?"

"Like champs." She brushed some hair from his cheek and placed it behind his ear. "Mike was a bit pissed, but when is that boy ever happy? Gareth, Jeff and Nate were as gracious as ever. Lucas had basketball anyway."

"And Henderson?"

She let out a chuckle. "Dustin was too busy having a great time making fun of us. Well, mostly me, but you were the cause."

"Me?" he repeated incredulously, laughing at her absurd statement. How could he be the cause? "I wasn't even there!"

"You weren't. Yet, it was all your fault!" she exclaimed, smacking him lightly in the arm with an amused smile. "If you weren't so... you, I wouldn't get teased for liking whatever this is." She gestured to his whole being as if that explained everything, because in a way, it did.

Earlier they had said that they loved each other, yet that could've been misconstrued as platonic in some lights. That statement was a little harder to dispute. "You like me." He stated plainly, looking intently at her with those big brown eyes as he waited for her reply.

For a moment, she simply stared at him. Then, without hesitation, she leaned forward and kissed him, one hand finding its way to cup his face. When they pulled apart, both blushing brightly, Eddie chuckled and jeered, "Good job on getting rid of all my doubt."

"Don't mention it," she jovially responded, tracing her finger across his jaw. "I'm definitely going to get sick too now."

Y/N definitely was going to get sick. Swapping saliva? Yeah, school was a no go tomorrow.

"Oh, I can't wait to hear how high pitched and girly your sneezes are," he mumbled, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck. She shuddered slightly at the ticklish sensation, giggling quietly as he nipped playfully at her skin.

"Shut up," she retorted, pushing him away, but he just laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him as they snuggled together on the couch.

The level of comfort was through the roof.

"Can we just stay here forever?"

"As long as you want." She knew that what she said wasn't exactly true. Chewie would need to go up the garden soon. The sentiment was there.

Eddie squeezed her slightly, enjoying the closeness, as they lay there basking in each other's presence. Eventually, however, he felt himself begin to nod off once more, and it didn't take much persuading before he eventually fell asleep, cuddled tightly against Y/N, her scent enveloping him in an ethereal warmth that allowed him to drift off quickly.

"Achoo!" He woke up with a start and started tittering at the sound of her sneeze. She glared at him playfully, which caused him to laugh even more. "I hate you," she muttered as she buried his face back in her chest, wrapping her arms around him protectively.

"Nah, you love me."

Rolling her eyes, she replied teasingly, "Whatever helps you sleep at night." His response was muffled by her shirt, but she could still hear him say something along the lines of, 'You know you love it' with a dopey grin plastered on his face. There was no denying it. She couldn't even try.

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quinloki · 1 year

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Some Direction

Fem Reader x Roronoa Zoro

CW: Language, stalking, violence, sexual themes and situations, ptsd 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 8: U-Turn

Shortly after Zoro had taken you home, the police had arrived at the Dojo. Mihawk had greeted them while Zoro woke you up and helped you into the family room. Officer Smoker and Officer Tashigi sat in the family room with you, Zoro and Mihawk.

Smoker had just finished informing you all that your old apartment had been burned down by an unknown arsonist, earlier in the day. By your understanding it happened just a few hours before the attack at the library.

And you had been home barely an hour since then.

"Considering the attempted break-in alongside these other facts it's a safe, and unfortunate assumption, that Miss (L/N) is being targeted." Smoker explains. He was a broad-shouldered man with bright white hair and a scarred face. His voice was warm and full of gravel, and he had an air of justice about him. If not for your time spent around Zoro and Mihawk you probably would've found him intimidating.

Tashigi's demeanor was more approachable, as she was younger with bright eyes, but a steady feeling about her, like she was capable and practiced at her job. She'd been letting Smoker do most of the talking, but when a question was being directed at you, Tashigi asked it.

"We're aware you've been recently matched, but we can put you into protective custody during the investigation, if you want. You won't be penalized for missing the 6-month deadline, even if it doesn't take that long." Tashigi explains to you gently.

You tried to speak; you really did. You wanted to speak, but it was like your voice was broken. You look at Zoro with panic in your eyes, smacking his arm as you try to speak again. You had lost your voice during panic attacks before, but it had never persisted like this.

"It's okay. You don't have to talk. Just breathe." His voice was soft, and he was focused on you.

"Miss (Y/N) has been through a tremendous ordeal in the last week," Mihawk explains calmly to the two officers while Zoro continued to calm you down. "It is not surprising that the stress has reached this point."

Zoro caught your gaze as you focused on him, breathing more evenly as he helped you avoid spiraling into another full panic attack.

"Yes or no, do you want to leave?" He questions. His voice was still low, but firm.

You shake your head; you want to stay. You didn't know if it was asking too much, or putting Mihawk and Zoro in a dangerous position, but you absolutely wanted to stay.

"Then you'll stay." He assures you, hugging you close and running his hand through your hair.

"We will assign officers to your dojo then," Smoker explains. "Just exterior patrols for extra safety." He adds, realizing he was perhaps treading on a matter of pride. "Tashigi, get her a pen and paper, we have some follow up questions that might need more clarity than yes or no."

Zoro leans you back, searching your gaze. "Can you?"

You smile and nod. Just knowing that he has your back, that he wasn't becoming impatient with your situation or considering tossing you aside was worth a lot. You already felt that you had intruded too quickly as it was, and then spent nearly a week as a patient and house guest instead of a contributing member of the household. Neither Mihawk nor Zoro had shown the slightest bit of frustration.

"Let's start with the easy question, do you have any enemies? Someone who would want to hurt you?" Tashigi asks, handing over a pen and notepad.

You shake your head but write down a single word on the paper. You can feel Zoro tense, but he doesn't stop you as you hold it up for Tashigi and Smoker.

"Kuro... you're a survivor?" Smoker questions and you nod. "This having anything to do with that is a long shot, but we'll keep it in mind. Has there been anything out of the ordinary lately, before or after the break-in?"

You nod and tap Zoro's arm, you're ready to write down about the bus, but he explains the event on your behalf, and gives another recounting of the break-in itself for you. Your grateful that he's willing to do so and relieved you won't have to try and write it all out.

"And then nothing again until today, correct?" Tashigi questions, and you nod.

Tashigi and Smoker exchange glances, but for now that seems to be the end of their questioning. Tashigi lets you keep the notepad and pen, as the two pack up and leave.

"It should go without saying, but it's for the best if Miss (L/N) is with someone 24/7. I would recommend avoiding going to work, or any kind of outside routine." Smoker says, as a parting gift.

After the two left, you scribble on the note pad, your face scrunched up in frustration, and Zoro hugs you from behind.

"That's a lot of swearing." He states, hugging you tighter for a moment. "I get it."

You tear the page off and write "THANK YOU" in big letters holding it up for Mihawk and Zoro both.

"Such a statement is unnecessary," Mihawk assures you, "but the sentiment is appreciated."

Zoro rests his head on top of yours and you can feel his scowl before he speaks. "If you write 'rematch' at any point I will tear that entire notepad to shreds and hide every pen in the house."

You find yourself smiling despite it all and begin scribbling on the notepad, purposefully hiding it from him while you write. You wouldn't have believed someone if they told you that not even two weeks after meeting your Match you'd be teasing him.

Right now Everything feels big. Maybe we can Allocate Time to Chat about US later. How's that sound?

You step away from him and hold up the notepad in front of you with a cheeky grin. You see a smile on his face for a moment before the realization dawns on him what the words spell out. You mean to giggle as he scowls, but even that sound is gone from you. Your silent laugh still seems to lighten the mood in the room, relief at least that you can be a brat even with everything else that was going on.

"I'm gonna rip it." He grumbles and you snatch it away from his reach. The race is on, as you see the mischievous grin slide across his face as you're dodging his lazy swipes at your new precious notepad.

At some point Mihawk has left the two of you to your shenanigans, and after a few minutes of dancing around the couch Zoro reaches out and grabs you from the other side of it. Hauling you up and over he drops you into the couch cushions, caging you under him.

Red faces and light huffs of airy breaths mingle between the two of you. You hold your notepad in front of yourself, not to taunt him, but to hide your blushing face. You could almost see the angry vein on his forehead as he smiles and takes the notepad and pen from you, setting them aside with a muttered grumble.

His legs were on either side of yours, one foot on the floor, one knee sunk into the couch. One hand on the cushions by your head, and one on the backside of the couch steadying himself over you. His false aggravation was already fading, and he leans down toward you.

"Stop me," he swallows, keeping his gaze on you. His voice was low and husky, his desire and intent were obvious, and the fire in his eyes was reflected in your own. "If you need to or want to. I won't be mad-hurk!" Zoro makes a garbled noise as you grab the collar of his shirt and pull him down to you.

Your breath was coming out a little heavy, but not from the earlier dance. You look from his eyes to his lips and feel your skin flush all the way to your chest. There was no smile, and no scowl. Intensely focused eyes took in every part of your face, and you were sure he could see the lines of your very soul, so sharp was his gaze of steel and desire.

The first brush of his lips against yours was dry and warm, sending shivers through you and prompting you to lick your lips. The next was more of a kiss, warm lips press against your own, the pressure and sensation of it sends pleasure through your chest and heats up your body.

There was a soft gasp as he pulls back, bringing in a rush of air as your heart speeds up. Your fingers find purchase on his arm, rock solid and taut even as he sinks closer to you, while your other hand slips over his shoulder and idly combs the short hair at the nape of his neck. There was weight behind the next kiss, and weight against your body as he allowed himself to lean against you a little.

His hand comes down from the back of the couch and slides under your back. The warm touch traps you completely and you can feel your heart race and your breath shudder. His presence alone was enough to ease your anxieties, but his touch and his kisses had your body greedy for more. More than you were sure you'd get now, unable to beg and plead for things that might be too much too soon for him.

"More?" He asks, brushing his nose across yours.

You nod, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him down, capturing his lips first for a brief moment before he pushes back into you. Your mouth parts to the fleeting feel and taste of an unsure tongue, but when your fingers tighten in his hair in response he grunts and deepens the kiss, spurred on by your consent.

The deep heavy kisses steal air and sense from you both for long minutes, and he only stops when your eyes begin to lose focus. Kissing your forehead gently, he shifts you to your side, sliding between your back and the couch as he wraps his arms around you. His chin rests atop your head, but he shifts and nuzzles into your neck, hugging you close for a moment before returning to the more relaxed position.

"I... want more." He says, the implication in his tone obvious, and you can feel your ears go red. "But more than that, I want to hear your voice." He kisses your head nuzzling into you and hugging you close again. "I can wait, so don't panic, it's just... when people talk too much it's irritating. But your voice is like wisteria, or sake." Zoro's lips and breath flow over the back of your neck and you can imagine his face is red, and not just his ears.

"It's calming."

You put your hands over his arm that's wrapped over your waist, pushing into him, and hugging his arm to you. You might be going through some of the most stressful events of your life, but you feel lucky. You couldn't imagine dealing with all of this alone, or with a match that didn't fit as well as Zoro did. The persistent concern of being cursed gnawed at you, but you did your best to ignore it.

Just because it had taken your family from you, twice, no less, didn't mean it could strike down someone as strong as Zoro.

So you hoped.

Next Chapter

#Some Direction #Roronoa Zoro x Reader #Zoro x Reader #one piece fanfiction #arranged marriage #reader insert

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angelcake-17 · 8 months

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Wendy Briston

She's heavy metal fan

Horror fan. Her favourite horror movies are Candyman and Silence of the lambs

Dog lover. Has Husky named Ozzy.

Her dad was in military but now owns a scrapyard .He thought Wendy lots of fighting techniques so she can protect herself.

Lesbian and transgender. Currently in relationship with Angela who is also a Heavy metal fan.

And she also has an older brother who is a scholarship student at NYU studying STEM and while they don’t see him often they do a lot of shit like drink or smoke usually cause of stress of school and a younger brother who’s eight and of course he likes her music taste.

Also while her dad was in military her mom is fashion designer

And of course she’s not that great in school but does excel in English due to her poetry and is often the lyricist for the band her and Tim are

Yes and Tim love's playing guitar with her

Oh and while she's not great in school she often gets in trouble for smoking which is usually weed cause her grandpa was a traditional smoker. And of course she saw him die of lung cancer

When she first came out she was gonna go with the name Amalthea before her older made fun of it so she changed it to Wendy.

Her grandpa and her were close as he was 70s heavy metal fan and had this cool motorcycle which she ended up getting from her dad and she rides it everywhere with her girlfriend

Wendy often gets asked out a lot but she turns them down but isn’t afraid to get violent when a guy won’t take no

And she’s main bassist in the band her and Tim play

Idea for headcanons goes to @peachyfuck18

#horrorblog78

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morn1e · 1 year

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holy shit.welcome 2 the annual morj regular show era post.

anyways here is my take on benson as a human + a regular show oc(in 2023???what). regular show human au yippee. i do not care what any1 says but benson is the palest guy 2 have ever walked this earth. also as a glasses wearer i will never forgive the creators 4 making him b without glasses(i recall he used 2 wear them @ 1 point when he was younger?) also yes he has hair -gasp- bcuz i do not have the strength 2 make this man bald. it is also curly&graying despite him not being 30 yet. heavy smoker too.

as 4 my oc, joan is 1 of the original crew 4 the park (way WAY b4 mordecai&rigby started working). the legendary accountant. i am still working out her place but she is ben’s gf. surprised?

#regular show #regular show oc #plz ask abt her i want 2 talk abt her SOOOOO bad😢😢🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏#joan #ben #oopie #reg show #joanben

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batchpumpkin · 1 year

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DnD Questionnaire

GENERAL

Name: Asher Chamifelon

Alias(es): The Bonebriar

Gender: Female

Age: 24 (begin Order of Hope) - 26 (begin DragonHearted)

Place of birth: Ekdorm, Loran in the capital

Spoken languages: Common, Infernal, Sylvan, Druidic, Draconic

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Former Healer - Currently researcher at the Necromancy sanctum

APPEARANCE

Eye color: Pink, black sclera, sometimes full.

Hair color: Pink, currently showing light hues of white at the roots

Height: 5′8

Scars: Small cuts on the hands, a formerly stitched cut across her midrif.

Burns: None

Overweight: No

Underweight: No, even with the slight loss of muscle.

FAVOURITE

Color: blue, whites

Hair color: No preference

Eye color: No preference

Music genre: Country

Entertainment: Dancing, reading

Pastime: Sewing, studying anatomy

Food: Light soft cakes

Drink: Tea

Books: Mostly knowledge, plant-life, anatomy, etc.

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Recently got admitted as a researcher

Had sex: Yes

Had sex in public: No

Kissed a man: Yes

Kissed a woman: No

Gotten tattoos: Do markings count?

Gotten piercings: No

Had a broken heart: No

Been in love: Crushing, currently, never in love

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Absolutely

ARE THEY

A virgin: No

A cuddler: In a mother-figure way, actual affectionate cuddles only come when she’s fully trusting.

A kisser: Small cheek-kisses.

A smoker: No

Scared easily: No

Jealous easily: No

Trustworthy: Yes

Dominant: She’s a bit assertive, a bit dominant.

Submissive: It depends, with a certain one 100%, mostly due to fear.

Single: Yes

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: Not directly.

Wanted to kill someone: No

Actually killed someone: Yes, sometimes lost.

Ridden a horse: Yes

Have/had a job: Yes

Have any fears: Not that she openly shares, but yes - one strongly in particular which has shone through once when handling the puppet master.

FAMILY

Sibling(s): Moss (alive), younger sister.

Parents: Marigold (mother, deceased) and Atreus (father, alive)

Children: None

Pets: An owlbear cub she left back at home to keep it from harm.

You’re up! @yowzergamez @valaynada @linkdryn

#DnD #Asher #questionnaire #Tag #Tiefling #Faun

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gravitycoil · 11 months

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DO U HAVE anymore hcs for bill .. or ellis or any other survivor u feel like talking about tbh i enjoy hearing yer l4d thoughts :D

(This is my second time rewriting this because when I went to post it, it CRASHED FOR SOME REASON AND I LITERALLY SCREAMED)

I do have many... many thoughts about everyone.

In my mind Bill does not wear that ugly ass boot outfit after realizing the military and government screwed them over. He loves the group like a family and doesn't hate anyone even if he seems mean and sour towards Francis although he does think he is a giant dumbass but loves him nonetheless. Francis' dumbassery kind of gives Bill humanity because he can't believe someone like Francis has made it this far yet he's glad he has and he can smile about that. His dynamic with Zoey is hardcore Father-Daughter/Grandpa-Granddaughter and he loves her so much despite none of them really revealing how much they mean to one another and Zoey especially curses herself because she never got to tell him how much he meant to her when he died. When he did die, I like to think he turned maybe an hour later after the whole generator shit he didn't turn into an SI but if he did I feel like he would turn into a smoker or tank which, I think tank fits more and is more fuck you to his character cause it's all like. Die to 3 tanks, become one in the process which I should mention that I think yes you can be immune but once you die and your immune system and shit are dead you can still turn. When the group sees that he turned and has to shoot him themselves Zoey has to step away cause she can't bare to look at him like that and physically cannot pull that trigger. I like to think when Bill was alive he taught Zoey like literally everything he knows to her. Every little survivalist thing he knows was passed onto her like making animal traps, reading animal tracks, fishing, how to properly fire and hold different guns, aim training and all everything else. He loves Zoey so much as if she was his own Daughter/Granddaughter. He believes Louis is the only other like-minded one in the group his positive attitude and hopefulness is enough to make Zoey happy which in return makes him happy. I do think Bill is very sensitive/emotional yet bottles every emotion he can but I feel like he has many restless nights thinking about if the group were ever to get hurt or even so much as if they died and these scenarios play in his head over and over and it's enough to make him cry even if it's a little. He doesn't fear death but he does believe that if it were to claim him that it should just claim him instead of linger and draw out his demise. Which is why he was open to sacrificing himself he already lived his life, the others haven't especially Zoey. He wants them to have a chance at a normal life, one that isn't filled with the dead. He wants them to have a life.

Ellis is so autism and adhd to me. He sees nick as a brother even if nick doesn't view him as the same he would still take a bullet for him even after every mean thing he has said to him. Ellis is not stupid or anything like that. He's really bad at social cues and just everywhere at once. He is very warmhearted, hopeful, and caring which some will see as being naive especially in a situation like this. Rochelle sees him as a younger brother and is very protective over him, nick slowly gets protective over him to in a brotherly way. Coach is the only one that tries to teach him cues and tries to give him a better sense of judgement and is extremely patient with him. Every single story he has told of him and Keith are all real and not exaggerated they just have gotten into really insane shit. I like to think they have matching tattoos I imagine it's either fish related or car related. They were both mechanics and made all sorts of shit. I also think that Ellis never had a dad and was only raised by his mom and he still believes that Keith and his mom is out there somewhere amongst the hell. If he were to ever see them dead/turned... hmm... well... :( he'd be broken.

#post #ask #anonymous #l4d #l4d2 #hcs #TY FOR WANTING TO HEAR MY l4D THOUGHTS HEHEHE #im so normal can you tell

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shoyoackerman · 9 months

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University Student Kuroko Tetsuya HC

University student Kuroko whose studying psychology and study of classics (Ancient Greek) They’re heavy content subjects but he loves a challenge is enjoys being in class and learning.

He would like to work as a museum curator! when he was younger his grandma, Kiyoko, would take him every weekend to the museum. he fell in love and has so many fond memories associated with the place.

Nobody would believe it by looking at him but Kuroko has the highest tolerance of alcohol out of everyone. Could go through bottles of vodka like water and he’s not even affected. The only thing that gets him tipsy is absinthe.

Yes, the green fairy, deaths kiss itself, the one drink everyone doesn’t even dream of touching. Yet Kuroko loves it. In his apartment he has one single row on his shelf just dedicated to absinthe 😭

(Kagami can’t drink for shit. like he has one single beer and he’s white girl wasted)

(Aomine is a wine mum. He hates alcohol except WINE. He’s a classy man and he loves a good Shiraz. Jokes when he’s poor he will be repping a goon bag around his shoulder)

Now, since high school, Kuroko did a lot of soul searching. No seriously he graduated a year early (because he’s smart asf and he used to have Akashi tutor him back at Teiko) and he went travelling.

WHERE DID HE GO?

New Zealand, specifically Queenstown. And what did he do? He worked part time as a waiter at a farm that would do tours. He would travel by boat every morning and afternoon. He loved it. The scenery, the people and being able to be seen by everyone. It helped boost his self-confidence a lot.

Kuroko travelled a lot (he comes from a rich family they have a stained relationship. So they just throw money at him to compensate not being there for him when he was growing up) he went to as many different counties as possible. Would pick up the language and would essentially be taken in by the locals.

But I’m getting off track.

Kuroko shares an apartment with Kagami and Aomine. No, don’t ask why he ever agreed to that. Seriously don’t. Top ten dumbest moments of his life ever.

He loves his friends…a lot ;)

But god, he cannot handle being the peacekeeper between the two. Aomine who doesn’t know when to stop teasing Kagami. And Kagami who still doesn’t know when to not let Aomine get a rise outta him.

But he’s stuck with them, unfortunately. (No really he’s stuck because he already signed his name on the lease and he basically pays for most of the rent and he would essentially be making the two dumbasses homeless)

Anyway, Kuroko is a smoker! Or well, he used to be. Or is is trying not to be. It’s hard habit for him to quit. And yes! Yes Kuroko was once the person who ABHORRED smoking. Would always throw water on Aomine back in middle school when he would try and smoke. (He did it to be cool, but he always hacked like an idiot and he hated the taste so it never stuck)

Kuroko however. Well, he started smoking when Kiyoko died. His beloved grandma, the person who was basically his mother and father. The who raised him and moulded him into the person he is today.

He was packing away her things, since he was moving out of the house and into the apartment with his loser best friends, he found her case of cigarettes. She was an occasional smoker but she did stop for the sake Kuroko who would give her his puppy eyes. Because ‘grandma you can’t die and leave me alone’

which well…

he took the case with him, sleek and rose coloured with intricate flower designs on the front with the family name ‘Kuroko’ engraved in cursive. He kept it with him at all times, he doesn’t know why. He just. He felt closer to her when he had it with him.

It was after the funeral, he was alone sitting on the balcony. pulling out the case and looking at the cigarettes before lighting one up and taking a drag.

(Yeah he choked. Throat burned, his lungs screaming at him and his eyes watering. It was the pain. Just the pain of the smoke nothing else)

It eventually became a habit, he would smoke when he was stressed. Which was a lot when he was majoring in psychology and classics. And when he was roommates with Kagami and Aomine.

He smoked when he was angry, when he was hungry and when he was bored. When he was drinking. It eventually became a daily thing.

And because of this new bad habit his fiends staged an intervention. Because like ‘c’mon tetsu you’re the same guy who burned my porn mags because it was rotting my brain!’

And Kuroko did eventually. Slowly. Very infinitesimally did he eventually give up on smoking. Although everyone stayed clear of him during the first couple weeks of him going cold turkey.

Which is why you will find him sucking on a lollipop. He tried finding vanilla flavoured ones but they always tasted like cough medicine so he switched up cherry. His now second favourite flavour.

Kuroko actually went through a lot of different methods when he was trying to give up. He tried chewing gum but he constantly was thinking about how he was chewing his own spit.

He tried replacing it with plain ole black coffee but he hates coffee unless it was overly sweet and at least had five tablespoons of sugar.

Kuroko also tried the uh, fault in your stars method. Yeah that didn’t work. He left them a very long one star review on google.

And so sucking on a lollipop became the easiest way to help him break his cancer inducing habit. But in return he now has a sweet tooth and candy is his new addiction.

VIOLINIST KUROKO. GOD YES.

Growing up his parents forced him into lessons. It was very surprising actually that Kuroko and Akashi never met before Teiko, their parents were basically in the same friends of friends of friends group.

But anyway, Kuroko was put into violin lessons. He hated it at first because he wanted to be out playing basketball. But he did eventually love it. He just kept up the disdained attitude in front of his parents because he was extremely petty like that. What can you say, his blank stare started very young 🤧

Kuroko didn’t really advertise that he knew how to play instruments. He wasn’t hiding it that’s for sure but you know he was the kind of person that wouldn’t say anything unless explicitly asked about it.

Anyway, they were strolling through campus when they saw some people recording a tik tok, asking students that if they could play a random instrument they’d win money. Kagami and Aomine dragged him over because hey, they were the generation of miracles it can’t be hard to play some instrument right (‘Aomine you skipped music to read porn mags on the roof’)

(Aomine actually knows how to play the bass! but he didn’t get that instrument he got a trumpet…he did not get any money)

(Kagami is tone deaf. No money for this man)

AND SO, when it was Kurokos turn…he got the violin as his instrument. Kagami and Aomine groaned and picked up their bags to leave, no free ramen today…

WHAT IS THAT MELODY!?

They turn around to see Kuroko fucking shredding the shit out of the violin. The phantom six man looking up at them as he plays with that smug ass grin.

Jaws fucking dropped because what the actually fuck Kuroko you never said you could play an instrument let alone the violin!?!

(They win the money and they eat ramen with the two pestering Kuroko about how long he’s played for, what he can play and why he never told them…‘ you never asked’ *sucks vanilla milkshake obnoxiously*

Which will undoubtedly make Aomine pick Kuroko up, lift him over his shoulder and run back to the music rooms so they can jam together and be totally platonic best friends as they stare into each other’s eyes and finger fuck their respective instrument with the sauciest bed room eyes ever.

(Kagami staring at the bill they left him, because the money Kuroko won does not cover the mountain food him and Aomine eat. He does a dine and dash and never comes back again…he does eventually feel guilty about running out so he sends them a box of the owed amount of money + tip)

Which also then leads to Aomine finding out that…Kuroko can…play…the…electric guitar as well…

(He can barely contain his hormones from jumping a sweaty Kuroko as he plays the neighbourhood, wishing those fingers were inside of hi-)

After that riveting new information (no seriously both Aomine and Kagami woke up from a wild sex dream and sat in silence at the dining table as they sipped on orange juice…’so his fingers’…’yeah’

Everyone else also found out from the miracle group chat, Seirin group chat, the im in love with Kuroko group chat, the group chat without kise. Basically everyone knew about his ability to finger instruments like a god ‘Aomine stop being a perv’

Tattoo enthusiast Kuroko. This boy has the biggest pain tolerance ever. All those times in middle school and high school where he was just knocked the fuck out and bleeding from the head. He would get back up like it was nothing.

Yeah Kuroko was able to sit through tattoos. Didn’t matter where he was getting it done he just didn’t flinch, just sat their as he read through his assigned book.

He has a whole tattoo that fills his back, probably his most expensive, longest and favourite one. He loves the design of the skeleton dragon. Was drawn to it, remembers Kagami being with him as he chose the tattoo.

Kuroko has a few other tattoos on his stomach, legs and arms. He keeps them covered when he’s working or at uni. But at home, out with friends, everyone can see the ink that stains his skin.

The tattoos were apart of finding himself. He never knew what type do person he was. Didn’t have a style or brand that scream him.

It’s why a lot of people are always surprised by the difference between him when he was younger and now. Kuroko was a awkward and had no real sense of style or personality since all his clothes since he was a baby had been chosen for him. As were his choices.

(basketball was the one thing he chose for himself)

Kuroko loved his tattoos. He also loved the dark academic style of clothing. Majority of his wardrobe was brown and neutral toned clothes. Which many would think would clash with his sky blue hair…but even that changed.

Kuroko, much like his name, dyed it black. With streaks of blue in his hair. He liked it. A lot. And so did other people.

*cough cough Aomine cough cough Kagami cough*

Yeah no, Kurokos presence seemed to like do a switch up. He was no longer ignored or looked over, no everyone would be looking at the extremely attractive stranger with porcelain skin and striking blue eyes. The one who was mysterious and talked about the most on campus.

He was no longer someone who needed to be forgotten. Kuroko did not need to hide his emotions. He was not a shadow. He was a light within his own right.

(Kagami had a identity crisis when he saw Kuroko grow out his hair. Actually that’s a lie, he had a sexuality crisis the moment he saw a pale yet muscular back get tattooed. Kurokos lidded eyes looking up at him curiously when he turned redder than his hair…’a-allergies’)

(Aomine was gone since middle school. Weak ass simp only became weaker when he found out about Kurokos tattoos and ability to play the electric guitar and violin)

Skateboarder Kuroko. Well he tries to 🤧 he wouldn’t say he was amazing. But it was something he picked up in his third year of middle school and just continued it. He liked the peace of skating, listening to music as he skated through the parks.

It’s actually how he met Hayama. Before they went against one another in the winter cup back in high school they first met at the skate park. Kuroko had watched as the boy skated on his hands. Why? He just felt more comfortable.

Thus started this weird little once a week meet up at the skatepark. They didn’t have to be anyone, not phantom man or the uncrowned king.

Just Kuroko and Hayama.

They continued to meet up even after beating them at the winter cup. Once Akashi was ‘himself’ again they would all hang out when they could. It’s how everyone found that that the two already knew each other.

This skating partnership lasted all the way up to uni. When they’re free and not busy dying from work or school they will pick a night, go out and skate until their legs burned and hands were all scratched.

Would skate to the nearest maji burger and talk about school and how everyone in their overly large group of fiends were doing.

(Kagami and Aomine hiding down in their seats because no they definitely weren’t stalking Kuroko because they wanted to know why he kept coming back bruised when he said nothing happened and were worried he was caught in shady dealings)

(Kuroko saw them hiding in the bushes at the skatepark. They are not slick. But he doesn’t call them on it, finding it endearingly sweet how they wanted to make sure he was okay…then again they were stalking…)

WOW this really was longer that expected. I actually have way more hcs for Kuroko (and everyone else) but these are just a few of them so far. I had a lot of fun making this heheh, I’m definitely gonna make a pt.2 for Kuroko and then do Kagami and Aomine <33

#kuroko no basquet #kurokos basketball #knb #kuroko tetsuya #aomine daiki #kagami taiga #aokurokaga #they will be poly #without a freaking doubt #kuroko basketball headcanons #kagakuro #aokuro #poly gays save the day #and they were roommates #🏀. shoyoackerman

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mugiwara-no-toshokan · 10 months

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Some Direction

CisFem Reader x Roronoa Zoro

CW: Language, stalking, violence, sexual themes and situations, ptsd -- surprisingly fluffy despite it all. 18+ only