#im never going to go over them ever again

[nighttidee]

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄

Lad's men asking you out on a date (part one here and series masterlist here)

ft Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb

wc: 3181 (approx 700 for each)

warnings: allusions to Mthys (nothing specific), inaccurate depiction of jobs, Caleb's one is a bit obsessive, but that is his whole character lmao

notes: Part two! Im already invisioning part three so let me know if that's wanted, even though I'll probs do it anyway lmao.

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

Xavier was one to watch, to wait until he was certain of his choice. He was good at that, knowing when to act and when to stay, and yet now he couldn't decide what to do. You were plaguing him, you and your smile tormented his mind, invaded his sleep, and yet he couldn't bring himself to do anything about it.

He felt like he was standing on a ledge, a ledge that Jeremiah was laughing at. Xaier shot a glare at his friend as he was pushed further and further into the shop, where he knew you were; he could hear you humming again.

"My favourite assistant!" Jeremiah called out.

"I'm your only assistant!" You laughed as you rounded the corner, flashing a grin that made Xavier's heart stutter in its rhythm.

"Tomato, tomatoe," The brunette man laughed, "My friend needs help picking out some flowers, but I've got a client to call, so could you help him?"

It took everything in Xavier's willpower not to summon his Lightblade and run his friend through. Picking out some flowers?! What was the idiot thinking? He didn't know the first thing about them!

"Sure," You chirped, you turned to Xavier, those stunning eyes of yours glittering, "You're in safe hands, mister..."

"Xavier," He murmured, subtly pulling the strands of silver hair from his eyes.

You nodded and told him your name in return, and he memorised it. He'd spent many sleepless nights trying to figure it out. Jeremiah had only snickered when he'd asked, so he'd been left to his imagination. Now, all of his ideas seemed foolish compared to your answer.

"So..." You spoke softly, "What's the occasion? Celebration? Birthday? Romance? Friendship?"

Xavier opened his mouth, shut it again and considered. From the corner of his eye, he saw Jeremiah with a phone in his hand, grinning at him as he winked encouragingly.

Xavier swallowed, "The third..."

You nodded, "Got it! For an anniversary, I would recommend Red Tulips because they signify true and long-lasting love. Sunflowers are good for portraying the joy they bring you, though!"

"What about for dates?" Xavier inquired softly, "As in, asking someone out on one."

He didn't know why he was saying, well, he did, he just didn't know why he was saying it now. This was only his second time meeting you. He'd only just learned your name. Why was his control over his tongue suddenly slipping?

You hummed thoughtfully, "There isn't a specific flower for asking someone out, but if you know their favourite flower, that would be the best course of action. If not, you can never go wrong with a rose bouquet; they're the flower of love for a reason! Though, personally I'm partial to just one."

He watched as your fingers glided over a rose, its petals unfurling softly.

"Just one?" Breathed Xavier, he had to decide now. Back away from the ledge and into security, or jump off it and see what comes next?

"Yeah. I just find it more intimate, if that makes sense." You laughed gently, "There's something special about knowing someone looked through loads of flowers to find the perfect one just for you."

Xavier swallowed again. He'd spent so long waiting for nothing to ever happen. Why couldn't he be impatient now? Why couldn't he let himself go and pursue something new, something that he wanted?

If he didn't act now, he never would.

"Then," He murmured, reaching for the single rose you'd touched earlier, "I'd like this."

You blinked, brows furrowing as he pressed it towards you, "Um, you're meant to keep the rose until you give it to the person you're trying to ask out."

Xavier felt his lips twitch upwards, "I know."

"Then..." You began.

He leaned forward, ignoring the pulse in his heart, and tucked a few stray strands behind your ear, "A flower for a flower."

Your cheeks flushed with warmth, he could help on his knuckles as he slowly pulled away, waiting for your reaction. He was trying to memorise your features in case this was the last time he saw you.

You smiled, "Where are you going to take me, sunshine?"

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

Sylus had a mission tonight, one he would do anything to complete. Mephisto cawed overhead, guiding him forward to the desire that haunted him. He could hear Luke and Kerian even now, their confused voices as they inquired about his distracted state of mind. He'd been thinking of you ever since you drove away from him, one of the few brave enough to turn their back on him.

He wanted to know you, to caress the cracks in your coyness and find what lurked beneath that chaotic gleam in your eyes. He wanted to peel the layers of your existence off one by one until he found the core of who you were.

And to do that, he needed to find you again. It'd been weeks, but now, with Mephisto's view, he'd finally found you. This wasn't an opportunity he was going to let pass him by. No, he wanted what he wanted, and he wanted it now - you.

His motorbike came to a rumbling halt before another bike, settled against the road, a familiar cat-eared helmet sat snugly on its rider, you. You turned your head and pulled off said helmet, a playful, unreadable expression on your face, "Long time no see."

Sylus leaned forward, flipping his visor up, "To Elysium."

"Trying to buy my information?" You laughed, "I'm scandalised, Sylus."

He blinked. You already knew his name. Something in his stomach twisted, only it wasn't a feeling of fear, but one of fire. It coursed through his body as he hummed, "I don't need to buy your information, sweetie. I'll find that all out soon enough, and don't worry, your name is at the top of my list."

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you studied him, "Then why 'to Elysium'?"

"The winner gets to make one request of the loser." Sylus answered.

Something in your expression shifted, a slyness taking over your features, "A request?"

"Within reason, of course," Sylus chuckled, leaning close, voice dropping to a whisper, "Scared?"

You clicked your tongue and lifted your helmet, "To Elysium."

And you were gone. Both of you bolting through the streets under the eternal night of the N109 Zone, eagerly racing one another for a price Sylus was determined to win. Slyus had a mission tonight, and this was it: he would win, no matter what. It wasn't in his nature to lose.

He could barely see you, the two of you jerking wildly through cars, losing sight of each other as you raced through the roads. The wind burst against Sylus' chest as he pressed down on the accelerator. He saw the blurry form of Mephstio dart into an alley and smirked, cheating was perfectly fine in his books.

He followed his faithful companion and, within minutes, found himself in front of Elysium with a smug grin on his face. When you finally arrived, you took off your helmet, gaze flickering to the mechanical bird that cawed loudly and laughed, "Sneaky."

"I prefer resourceful," Sylus shrugged.

You hummed, tilting your head curiously, "So, what is that you want?"

"Dinner," He grinned.

"Dinner." You said flatly.

"You, me. Dinner," Slyus explained, studying you with great curiosity, wondering what you looked like beneath your biker jacket, "What do you say?"

You pulled out your phone, "I say, add your number. We've got a dinner date to plan."

Slyus' fingers brushed against yours as he grasped your device. He couldn't wait to learn everything he could about you.

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

Rafayel's new art collection had taken the world by storm. Thomas had told him that again and again and again. Auction after auction, commission attempt after commission attempt, invitation after invitation. He was being driven to the brink of madness by the humans around him, who grasped and groped for the opportunity to see inside his mind and find out just what made him the best.

He wouldn't tell them. He never would. And it was easy not to; they believed every little lie and fell for every tiny trick. They weren't interesting at all. Not like you. He'd gone back to the same spot on the beach, hoping to catch a glimpse of you, only to find a ghost of you instead.

You haunted him so viciously that every single painting in his new collection was inspired by you. The paintings of stormy seas, of sweet seas, of seductary seas, were all made in honour of you. And yet they weren't enough, the hints of you in each of them, the shading of the colour of your hair, the highlights, the colour of your eyes, the underpainting the colour of your skin, none of them were enough.

He thought you'd haunt him forever.

And yet, there you stood, staring at one of the paintings still up for auction. The one centred around the seagull reaching for the ocean like his hand wanted to reach for yours.

He left the conversation he was in without a word.

"Miss Marine Biologist," He spoke in greeting. He wondered if he could get your name today. He wanted it.

"Mr Painter," You smiled in surprise, "Or should I say super famous painter Rafayel?"

"Now that's hardly fair!" Rafayel hummed, leaning down slightly, "You know my name, but I don't have a clue about yours, beautiful."

To everyone else, it would've looked like he was leaning down to hear you better, but he wasn't. Lemurian hearing was far superior to humans'; he just liked seeing you flush from his proximity. The hue on your cheeks was the perfect shade, and he itched to match his paints to it, and if he couldn't, he'd make new ones.

You laughed softly, avoiding his eyes as you murmured your name to him. He was already to find ways to encode it into his artwork, maybe he'd use an anagram of your name to title his pieces, maybe he'd match each letter of your name to one of his paints and use that as his palette, maybe he'd secretly spell your name on his painting.

"What do you think?" He asked, slyly sneaking a hand on your back as he guided you closer to his paintings. He delighted in the warmth that bled into his fingertips and palm.

"I think they're...Beyond words," You murmured, eyes dancing across the artistry before your eyes. Rafayel's burning heart flushed, softening with the gentle wave of your earnest response.

"And here I was trying to flatter you, precious," Rafayel chuckled, "You're secretly a charmer, huh."

"No..." You shook your head, trying to turn away, only to find Rafayel's head close to yours, caging you, refusing to let you refusing to meet his gaze. Every inch of him seared with an intensity that demanded your attention.

"No...?" He tilted his head, slipping his tongue over his lower lip briefly.

"No..." Your eyes flickered to the side. "People are looking."

"Then let's leave," Rafayel responded.

You blinked in bewilderment, "What?"

"Let me show you my studio," Rafayel breathed, pulling you closer when he saw you hesitate, "Come on, precious. Don't you want to see how similar my work is to the sea?"

You considered it, "I think your work is as complex as the sea. Just like its maker."

A grin split over Rafayel's lips, "You think I'm as...what was it you said....beautiful and brutal as the sea?"

"Yes," You answered firmly.

He smirked and slipped his hand to your wrist, thumb caressing the pulse point that lay there, "Only one way to find out."

And then, the two of you escaped, ignoring the calls of Thomas the whole way.

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

"This Colonel Xia, status report," Caleb hummed in his private office on his ship. He'd spent the last hour doing checks with all the ships in his fleet to ensure everything was in order - they were only a few hours away from returning to Skyhaven, after all.

He was dudicious, concise and ruthless, that's what made him the best colonel in the entire Farspace Fleet. He would not have his crew doubt him now, no matter how tiresome it was to check on all of his pilots. He leaned backwards in his chair and waited patiently for his crews response.

"All systems are fine, Colonel, we're ready to go," A familiar voice called over comms.

Something in Caleb sparked to life at the words. He knew that voice, it replayed over and over again in his head since he'd heard it. He clutched the armrests on his chair tightly. Just how many times had he passed you in HQ's halls, managing only a few words here and there? He'd tried every method to form some relationship with you that went beyond Colonel and Crew Member.

And now, away from prying eyes, he finally had the chance.

"How are you doing, rookie?" He hummed, readjusting his cuff links.

"Great," Came your soft response, "I never thought Deepspace could be more beautiful."

Caleb blinked, "You think it's beautiful?"

"Don't you?" You inquired over the comms, and he wondered what you looked like. Were you fiddling with your uniform like him? Did you have your hat off? Were you completely relaxed?

Caleb considered his answer before landing on, "It's dangerous."

"All beautiful things are," You rebutted, and he heard your gentle laugh, "Poisonous flowers, the sea, the snow, the sun, they're all beautiful and all of them could kill you. The Deepspace Tunnel is no different, Colonel."

"Caleb."

"...Huh?"

"If we're going to have a deep discussion I feel like we should leave titles behind," Caleb answered, loosing his tie to escape the heat creeping up his neck. Wasn't space meant to be cold?

"Alright, Caleb. You've already got my name," You responded slowly, as if savouring the taste of his name on your tongue. Caleb shivered.

"Indeed I do," He'd obsessed over your name, it became his favourite alcohol to get drunk off, "What is it that you find so beautiful about Deepspace?"

You hummed, considering, "It's new. I don't want to spend the rest of my life comforted by the known, I want confront the unknown and space is just that. Stars millions of light years away, planets hidden by shadows, the secret of the Deepspace Tunnel, I want to see them all. I'm happy to spend my life trying to."

Something in your words hit Caleb harder than it meant to. He was a a boy again, holding his plane toy as he stared up at the glow-in-the-dark stars Josephine had stuck to his ceiling. Maybe he could look at Deepspace like that again. Maybe he could ignore all the problems waiting for him at Skyhaven just a little longer. Maybe he could indulge in your presence more.

"I understand that," Caleb murmured, barely  above a whisper, "More than you know."

There was a moment of silence, weighted with confession.

He could almost see you smile, "Being out here for so long makes me hungry for actual food, though."

Caleb almost laughed, "I understand that, too."

"I don't know what I'm craving, though. In the academy, my diet consisted of cup noodles and whatever sweets I could find!" You giggled and it echoed in his mind.

"I could take you to some of my favourite spots?" Caleb inquired carefully. Cautious. He wasn't about to cross a line you didn't want him to. He could stop himself from becoming to wrapped up in you, or so he hoped.

"It's a date!" You beamed.

And maybe you simply said it because it was an expression, but that didn't matter, not to Caleb. Because he was going to use every possible advantage he had to make sure he was the only one your were going on dates with.

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

He was on a bench again. It was the one he always went to at Asko, it was as famialr to him as his home was. He leaned back against the cold wood, staring out into the night. He was done for the day and yet he couldn't not find it in himself to move. The thought of driving only made the ahce in his body worse. Every inch of him begged for sleep and yet his mind marched on, restless.

Twenty hours.

That's how long he had until his next shift. Twenty hours to get home, shower, eat, sleep, wake up, eat, shower, dress, clean and get to work. His mind went rampant, trying to figure out how quickly to do things, and he knew sitting on the bench wouldn't help him, yet he could not move.

He felt like ripping his hair out. Ice crawled up his neck, and he was thankful for his scarf.

"Zayne..." That voice. How many times had he heard it over the phone over the last couple of weeks? 

He looked to the side and found you standing there, only a few short feet from him, a soft, concerned look on your face. He hadn't seen you since he'd left your hospital after the boy he'd done the heart surgery on was discharged. But he'd spoken to you, for professional reasons, he told himself again and again every time his thumb hovered over your contact.

He sucked in a harsh breath and steadied himself, "...What are you doing here?"

You toyed with your lip between your teeth, "Remember that job opportunity I told you about?"

Realisation coursed through Zayne as he sat straighter, "It's at Asko."

"Mhm," You smiled, "They just told me I got it, so you'll be seeing a lot more of me!"

The ice on Zayne's neck thawed slightly, the thorns of frost receding as he stared at you. Seeing you more often, he found he didn't recoil at the thought as he so often did when it came to the closeness of others.

He swallowed, speaking softly, "Congratulations. We've gained a wonderful Doctor."

He watched as you flushed like a flower blooming and sighed deeply. You furrowed your brows, and as you leaned close, he could smell your perfume. "Are you okay?"

Zayne looked at you and found himself softening, his words spilling from his tongue before he could free them, "I'm trying to feel real again."

You nodded, deep understanding stretched across your face, "Do you need anything?"

He hummed thoughtfully, "D...Do you have any...sweets?"

Your face crumpled, "No. I ran out earlier, and I don't know where the good ones are in Linkon. I don't know where the best dessert places are either! It's the worst part of moving to a new place."

A dry chuckle left Zayne's lips before he could stop it. "Not knowing where you can sate your sweet tooth is worse than knowing nothing and no one in Linkon?"

"Yes, it is!" You huffed, puffing out your cheeks, and Zayne found he wanted to squish them. "Besides, I know you!"

A feeling crawled up Zayne's neck again, but instead of frost, it was flush. He resisted the urge to loosen his tie and run his hand through his hair; he couldn't remove his professional facade just yet. He didn't know you well enough, he didn't understand you fully, he couldn't feel your intentions in their entirety.

But how would he ever know those things if he never took a step towards the sun?

"You do know me," Zayne hesitated, licking his lips absent-mindedly, "And I could show you where I know the best desserts are?"

You grinned widely, and grasped his hand, pulling him upwards, "Well, come on, then!"

Why had he spent all that time trying to make a plan so he could have as much time as possible, again? He certainly wasn't going to use it.

[sturniphone]

╱       ̥ ⁺  𓏲 breeding kink . . . simon riley  ❜

His hands are locked under your knees, shoving your thighs up high—wide open and trembling. You’ve lost count of how long he’s been pounding into you. Skin slippery with sweat, your bodies flush, his chest heaving and glazed as he fucks you like he’s trying to brand you with every thrust. Like he’s trying to mould your cunt to the exact shape of him—fat cock thick and unforgiving, dragging along your walls like it owns them.

Your pussy gushes, creamy slick painting his shaft, dripping down onto the sheets. You feel so full with just the first few inches, but he’s deep now, bottoming out again and again, blunt head kissing your cervix every time.

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, back arching off the bed, tits bouncing from the impact of his hips. His name leaves you in a ruined sob. There’s no breath left to speak. Only sounds. He’s above you, jaw tight, dark lashes clumped with sweat. His eyes are black with hunger. He looks like sin incarnate: feral, flushed, and frantic.

❝Gonna fill you up, sweetheart,❞ he growls, voice rough, thick with want. ❝Nice and deep. Gonna make sure it takes.❞ Your cunt clenches around him hard, milking his cock like it’s instinct. Like your body’s begging for it. He groans—deep and sharp—grinding his hips down into yours, messy thrusts getting rougher, more deliberate. His palm moves to your belly, pressing down so he can feel the shape of himself inside you.

❝Feel that? That’s me. Right there. Filling you up.❞ You whimper, your whole body hot, eyes glazed. ❝This little pussy was made to get stuffed, wasn’t it?❞ he huffs, thumb teasing your clit while he keeps thrusting. ❝Need to see you swollen with me.❞

Your slick is everywhere, glistening on your thighs, sticky on his fingers, soaking his cock. Every time he pulls back, you gush more, juices messy and loud. And when he pushes back in, it’s a thick, lewd squelch that makes you both moan.

❝Don’t clench like that unless you want me to cum again,❞ he warns, voice wrecked. Your thighs shake, one heel digging into the bed for leverage. He shifts, driving in deeper, slower, each stroke a promise. ❝Won’t even let you leave base,❞ he mutters, forehead pressed to yours. ❝Gonna keep you right here. In my bed. Knocked up and glowing.❞

Your toes curl. The coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter, pressure unbearable. You can’t hold it. ❝Fuck—’m going to—❞ You cum hard, walls clenching in waves around him, trembling, soaking, everything inside you contracting like it’s trying to keep him forever. He chokes on a groan.

❝Shit—fuck—baby—❞ His hips stutter. Then he’s cumming too, cock twitching deep inside as thick ropes of cum flood your cunt. You feel every hot pulse, every drop. And still, he doesn’t pull out. No. He stays buried in you, breathing heavy, letting the tip throb inside your fluttering hole. You feel it bubble out around him, a creamy ring spreading where you’re stretched wide, and he groans again, cock still hard.

He presses the head of his dick back in, just to keep it there. ❝Not letting any of it go to waste.❞ His lips press soft kisses over your temple, your cheek, your shoulder. His fingers rub gently along your thighs. ❝You’re mine now,❞ he breathes. ❝And you’re going to carry me everywhere.❞

You blink up at him, all dazed and glowing and dripping full of him. And he’s never looked more in love.

·˚ ꒰ lola whispers . . . so I have free will to write for whoever I want 👅 ive been reading more ghost smut than sturniolo smut recently so gave it a go !! ... didn't wanna use my normal taglist because I figure this will flop anyways n it would be annoying

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[arixella]

headcanons on how the monster trio’ll react to an insecure reader asking them “do you think I’m ugly?”

Reader asking them "Do you think im ugly?" 'luffy, zoro, sanji

wc: 1.4k g/n reader

Monkey D. Luffy

-Luffy isn’t the type to notice changes in someone’s looks — not in the way most people do. Hair, makeup, clothes? Not on his radar. But he does notice when you’re quieter than usual, when your laughter’s missing from dinner, or when you won’t meet his eyes.

-At first, he just kind of... stares at you with a puzzled expression, chewing loudly on meat, trying to figure out what’s off. You’re there, but something’s wrong.

-When you finally blurt out, “Do you think I’m ugly?”, he freezes — mid-bite, meat still hanging from his mouth.

“Huh?” he says, around a mouthful. Swallows. “What are you talking about? That’s dumb!”

-Not you’re dumb — the idea is dumb. Completely ridiculous to him. He looks at you like you just said the sky is green or that meat is gross.

“Why would you say that? Who said that?” he demands, sitting up straighter and squinting at you suspiciously, like he’s ready to punch the clouds if they made you feel this way.

-When you don’t answer right away, he puffs his cheeks and huffs, crossing his arms. “You’re not ugly! You’re you! That’s what matters!”

-He doesn’t say it in a suave, rehearsed way — he says it like it’s the most obvious truth in the world. Like saying “the sea is blue” or “meat is delicious.”

-If you still look unsure, he gets serious. As serious as Luffy ever gets. He plops down next to you, pokes your arm, then grabs your hand with both of his.

“I like being around you. You’re fun. You’re kind. You laugh at my jokes even when they’re not funny.” (They are.) “You’re cool. And I don’t care what your face looks like, because I like you.”

-And then, like it never happened, he grins wide again and says, “You should eat with me! I saved you the good piece of meat. You’ll feel better after!”

-He doesn’t always know what to say. But he’s 100% on your side — even when you’re fighting against yourself.

Rorona Zoro

-Zoro doesn’t notice superficial things — not unless it’s your sword grip or your fighting stance. But he notices when your energy shifts, when you’re quieter than usual during training, or when you’re staring into your cup instead of drinking.

-He doesn’t say anything at first. He just watches you from across the deck with that sharp gaze of his, arms folded, like he’s trying to solve a puzzle. Eventually, he walks over and grunts, “What’s with you today?”

-You try to shrug it off, but when you finally say, “Do you think I’m ugly?”, he goes dead silent. Not because he’s unsure — he’s just genuinely stunned you’d even ask him that.

“...What?” he asks, flatly, blinking once. “No. Why would you ask that?”

-When he realizes you’re serious, his brows furrow. He looks genuinely annoyed — not at you, but at the fact that someoneor something made you think that about yourself.

“Tch. That’s stupid. You’re not ugly.” He says it bluntly, without hesitation — like it’s not even up for debate.

-You start to protest, but he cuts you off with a firm, low voice: “I don’t care about all that shallow crap. You’re strong. You’ve got guts. And you’re... you.” He struggles a little here, but he holds your gaze. “That’s what matters to me.”

-If you still seem down, he awkwardly pats your head, grumbling under his breath. “Stop thinking like that. You’re fine the way you are.”

-Then, after a beat, he mutters, “...Besides. I wouldn’t stick around someone I didn’t like looking at.”

-He immediately turns away after saying that, cheeks tinged faintly pink. “I’m going to nap now. Don’t follow me.” (You totally follow him.)

Sanji

-Sanji can pick up on subtle mood shifts like they’re perfume in the air. You’re quieter during breakfast? He notices. You didn’t smile when he complimented you? He’s watching. And when you look away from your reflection a little too fast — he sees it all.

-So when you ask, “Do you think I’m ugly?”, it’s like a punch to the chest. He freezes mid-step in the kitchen, the clink of his spoon pausing in the air.

“...What?” he breathes, genuinely wounded you’d think that. “No. No, no, no — don’t say that, mon cœur.”

-He rushes to your side, kneeling if he has to, taking your hands gently in his. His voice drops into a soft, sincere register — no flirtation, no dramatics — just Sanji.

“You’re beautiful. Always have been. I don’t care what anyone else says, or what stupid thoughts sneak into your head. You’re breathtaking.”

-He lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Every part of you is a masterpiece. And if anyone made you feel otherwise, I swear on the Baratie, I’ll kick their teeth in.”

-You try to wave him off or make a joke, but he stops you with a look — one of those rare, piercing ones he saves for moments like this.

“You don’t have to pretend around me. Not with this.” He pulls you into a warm embrace, fingers gently brushing the back of your neck. “You’re not alone. And you’re not ugly. You’re you. And I think you’re more than enough.”

-After that? Expect your favorite dessert. Expect compliments for days. Expect Sanji to watch you — lovingly, protectively — like you hung the damn stars.

♡♡♡

© 2024 arixella | please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work without my consent.

[markos-husband]

Hello! I saw that you were asking for requests, so im assuming you want requests. Can you do a gn reader x Volt and Eddie, where Volt and Eddie get jealous? Like Reader is just talking to someone, and the person is clearly showing interest in them (the reader can know and be teasing the boys or being completely oblivious) and the Breaker Boys are just jealous af.

My two favorite gay people ❤️

Little bit of Johnny x Dorian because they're my second favorite gay people

⚡️🥃Jealous 🥃⚡️

"Hey, darlin'!"

Johnny's grin and charm attract them to him like a magnet. He was always extremely friendly towards them, not to mention he was a complete sweetheart even if his singing.... needed work. Johnny patted the spot next to him in the booth, offering them a seat while he took a sip of his whiskey. They accepted, sitting next to Johnny with a friendly smile.

"You performing tonight?"

They asked, making some small talk. Johnny's face lit up as he wrapped his arm around their shoulder.

"You know it, baby!"

Johnny said in his smooth Nashville accent.

"Between you and me,"

Johnny spoke again, this time much closer to their ear.

"This one's dedicated to you."

Eddie's grip on the bar grew tighter as he furiously wiped the dark cherry wood down. Watching Johnny all over them like a puppy desperate for attention made Eddie feel like he was gonna blow a fuse. Volt sat at the bar, also staring at Johnny as he twirled their hair and made them laugh. His white eyes grew brighter but his gaze was dark.

"I'm gonna say something."

Eddie grumbled as he went to leave behind the bar but Volt stopped him.

"We shouldn't, dear, not yet at least."

Volt murmured as he sipped his whiskey sour. Eddie scoffed but Volt's gaze never left Johnny or them.

"So we should let him just drool all over them?"

Volt glanced at Eddie but his gaze returned to Johnny. Eddie wanted to argue more but seeing Volt's hair sparking and his grip on the glass in his hand growing tighter gave him the sense to trust him.

"Fine, fine."

Eddie grumbled as he found busy work for his hands while he and Volt stared Johnny down, hoping he'd notice and take the hint.

The last straw was when Johnny kissed their knuckles. They didn't think anything of it, assuming Johnny was just overly friendly. They didn't notice Eddie or Volt's gaze but they could feel the electricity in the room, like a storm about to arrive. That's when Volt was suddenly on the stage, his entertainer's smile shining brightly as he wowed the crowd the his showmanship.

"Apologies for the interruption! However, the set list for tonight has been altered slightly so, please welcome to the stage, *Johnny splash*."

Volt said, trying to sound as excited as usual but his teeth gritted as he spoke Johnny's name. He let Johnny take the stage, bumping shoulders with him as he exited the stage. The plan to get Johnny away from them had worked, now to keep them far away from Johnny and the stage. Volt approached them, his smile and charm as dazzling as ever as he took their hand in his own, kissing over where Johnny had previously.

"Livewire, I was worried you had left."

Volt spoke as he lifted them to their feet, his hand quickly taking its place on the small of their back while he led them to the bar.

"Care for a drink? Eddie's been playing with some new recipes."

As the pair sat down, Volt's arm stayed firmly wrapped around their waist, something he usually didn't do. Eddie didn't even look at them, pissed they'd let Johnny do that. He was jealous, extremely. He knew being an asshole to them and ignoring them wasn't going to help anything but he was so lissed he didn't care.

"Eddie, dear?"

Volt spoke, his voice firm but he looked at Eddie with concerned eyes, silently asking if he was alright.

"Yeah?"

Eddie grumbled as he looked at Volt, only glancing at them when they piped up and said hello. Volt didn't like the tension, he was jealous as well but he knew it wasn't their fault that Johnny was a partner-stealing bastard! Okay... maybe Volt was extremely jealous... Volt smiled though as he heard Johnny booed off stage, his plan was working. He had planned it perfectly, switching Johnny to perform earlier, he'd get booed off stage, and Dorian would toss him out for causing a ruckus. Just as Volt had planned, Dorian appeared, tossing Johnny over his shoulder as he brought him outside. He could hear Johnny shamelessly flirting with Dorian as he was tossed out.

Volt's attention turned back to Eddie and them. They looked on edge because of Eddie being clearly mad at them.

"Eddie?"

They spoke, hoping he would acknowledge them but Eddie just continued making drinks.

"Are you mad at me?"

They asked which made Eddie stop in his tracks. He sighed and rubbed his face.

"No, I... I'm being a dick to you and that isn't fair, it's just..."

Eddie grumbled as he looked at Volt. Volt was better at words than him, being a nice translator for Eddie's true thoughts and words.

"What Eddie's trying to say is, we aren't mad at you, livewire, how could we ever? It's just, we got a bit jealous when we saw Johnny all over you like that earlier."

"He was drooling on you like a dog with a bone."

Eddie commented which earned him a look from Volt, an agreeing one.

"We love you very much, livewire, we don't like seeing you with other objects that are clearly flirting."

Volt finished. He took their hand in his own, gently squeezing it as he and Eddie looked at them, awaiting their response.

"I understand."

They spoke before continuing.

"But, I am allowed to hang out with who I want to. I'll make sure to tell Johnny to knock if off with the flirting, I'll let him know I'm happily taken. And next time, just talk to me, yeah? Let me know you're uncomfortable or jealous and we can fix it together."

They said, their voice steady as calm as they spoke. Eddie and Volt nodded, agreeing.

"Well, now that's settled, how about some drinks!"

Volt said with his grin before placing a kiss to their cheek and to Eddie's knuckles.

"Wanna try this new drink I'm working on, livewire?"

Eddie asked with a smirk as he began to pour liquor into a shaker.

[fiendsgf]

Soulbound

VIII. High Tide

sylus x reader, rafayel x reader

Summary: A week passes behind drawn curtains, with only silence for company. When the world finally stirs again, it arrives with rain, a dress tied in crimson ribbon, and a face you didn’t expect to see again. Shadows flicker behind velvet lights. A storm brews, inside and out. And when the power goes out, so does the illusion of truth.

content: non!mc reader, angst if you squint, isekai, love triangle(?), shady raf

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You spent the week inside your room.

Not because anyone told you to. There was no mission to complete, no chain dragging you down – and yet, you stayed.

Blankets tangled. Curtains drawn. The lights dimmed until the days bled together. The bed grew warm from how long you lay there, your pillow cold only on one side. Sometimes you fell asleep without meaning to. Other times you stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, hollow and weightless.

It was a strange thing – this ache to vanish.

To press pause on the world and sink beneath it.

You thought back to all the nights you’d felt this way before – back home. How often you’d used the game to escape the dull weight of loneliness. The hours you’d poured into it just to feel comforted by something safe and far away. Characters who said the right thing. Music that softened your chest. Love that never asked for more than your attention.

You let out a brittle laugh.

How did it all get so complicated?

How could the very thing that once soothed you leave you in such ruin?

And the worst part – the part that kept circling like a wound you wouldn’t stop picking – was that you weren’t even sure you wanted to go back.

How were you supposed to return to that world and pretend this one hadn’t changed you?

How could you ever open the game again and pretend you hadn’t pressed your hand over Sylus’s wound – felt the warmth of his blood under your palm, his breath catching as he tried to shield you from the pain?

How could you forget the way Rafayel looked at you beneath the moonlight – like your name was the only one he remembered, like he would’ve burned the world down just to hear you say his again?

How could you sit on your bed back home, phone in hand, and tell yourself it didn’t mean anything?

You couldn’t.

Not anymore.

But you didn’t want to stay here either.

You weren’t from this world. You didn’t belong to it. No matter how tightly it tried to pull you in.

You were stuck between two lives – one you no longer fit inside, and one you were never meant to claim.

And for the first time, you weren’t sure where you belonged at all.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

No one pried.

Kieran came by twice – dropping off meals you never finished, cracking a quiet joke through the door the first time, falling silent the second.

Luke didn’t speak at all. Just left a folded blanket on the edge of your bed one morning, tucked in neatly with a small packet of your favorite tea.

Sylus knocked once on the third day. Said your name – just once – like maybe that was enough. It almost was. You thought about answering. But the words got stuck in your throat, too soft to be heard.

So the days passed. Quiet and shapeless.

Until the ping of your phone broke through the stillness on the seventh day.

cutie

i’m sorry. im so sorry i shouldn’t have let it get that far can i explain? not to ask for anything, just so you know i didn’t mean to hurt you. it wasn’t what you think.

You stared at the messages for a long time. The screen lit up your face, pale and cold.

You didn’t respond.

Instead, you rose slowly, pulling on a hoodie that still smelled like sand and salt and oil paint, and made your way out of the room for the first time in days.

The hallway lights felt too bright. You blinked against them, bare feet brushing the cold tile. It wasn’t until you reached the kitchen that you heard the soft hum of someone else already there.

Sylus.

He stood by the counter, back to you, hands braced on either side of a ceramic mug. His hair was tousled – still drying from a shower, it looked like – and there was a faint crease between his brows.

He heard your footsteps before you spoke.

“Hey,” he said, turning gently. Not surprised. Not startled. Just relieved.

“Hey,” you murmured.

His eyes skimmed your face, then lowered. He set the mug down slowly. “You’ve been… in your room a while.”

You gave a small nod. “I know.”

He didn’t press. Just moved a little closer, voice softening. “I’ve been giving you space. We all have, I know you… have a lot on your mind. But–”

“I know,” you repeated, arms crossed loosely over your chest.

A long pause.

Then, quietly:

“I want to take you somewhere tomorrow.”

You glanced up.

He met your eyes, something careful and patient in his. “Just us. It’s not business. I just think it might help. Clear your head.”

You hesitated. Swallowed.

“I don’t know if I’m really up for–”

“You don’t have to talk,” he said. “You don’t even have to enjoy it. Just come with me. Let me try.”

That quiet again. But it wasn’t heavy this time.

“…Okay,” you said.

His mouth twitched – almost a smile – and he nodded once, stepping back.

“I’ll come by around noon.”

You gave another small nod, turning toward the sink, reaching for a glass.

Neither of you said anything else.

But as he left the room, you realized:

A small part of you didn’t feel like disappearing anymore.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

You were still brushing the sleep from your eyes when you heard the knock.

Three slow taps – soft, but distinct.

You opened the door hesitantly, and there he was. Sylus. Dressed down, black slacks and a dark button-up open at the collar, sleeves rolled to his forearms. His hair was slicked back just enough to look intentional. In his hands: a box. Matte black, ribboned in crimson.

You blinked. “What’s this?”

He held it out to you. “A gift.”

You took it slowly, glancing up at him. “Why?”

“For that thing I mentioned yesterday,” he said. “Get dressed. I’m taking you to a fashion show.”

You stared.

A beat passed.

“You’re kidding.”

He almost smiled. “You’ve been locked up for a week. I figured something extravagant might tempt you.”

Your fingers worked the ribbon free, lifting the lid – and your breath caught.

Inside was a dress unlike anything you’d ever worn. Silken and weightless, in a deep burgundy that shimmered like starlight when you tilted it against the light. Alongside it, nestled in a velvet compartment: earrings of silver and diamonds, delicate and fluid like drops of water frozen mid-fall.

You looked up again, voice softer now. “I’ve never been to a fashion show before.”

“First time for everything.”

A small smile flickered at the corners of your mouth. You let your fingers linger on the fabric, then finally looked up and murmured:

“…Thanks, Sylus.”

His gaze warmed, just slightly. “I’ll wait downstairs. We'll leave in the evening.”

You nodded, retreating into your room. As the door clicked shut behind you, you held the dress up to the light again – and for the first time in days, something inside you sparked. Not joy, exactly. But curiosity. Maybe even anticipation.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

The car slid to a stop in front of the venue just as thunder cracked overhead.

Rain sheeted down, heavy and sudden, drumming against the windshield in sharp staccato bursts. Through the fogged glass, the soft glow of the event hall shimmered like a mirage – all marble and glass and chrome, a clean-cut elegance dulled slightly by the haze of the storm.

Sylus leaned forward and gave the driver a nod before placing his coat around your shoulders. “Stay close.”

He popped the door and stepped out first, umbrella snapping open with a practiced flick. When he came around to your side, he was already half-soaked, collar damp and dark, hair dripping from the rain.

You laughed despite yourself as he offered you his hand. “You’re going to be drenched by the time we get inside.”

“Then let’s make it quick.” He smirked. “Come on.”

You took his hand and let him guide you out. The umbrella was barely wide enough for the both of you – your arm curled around his, pressed close as the two of you half-jogged through the puddled pavement and up the stairs. The doormen ushered you in fast, and the door shut behind you with a hiss, sealing off the storm like a held breath.

Inside, warmth and color bloomed.

Crystal chandeliers glittered above a sprawling gallery bathed in violet lights. Rows of seats flanked the catwalk, which gleamed like glass down the center of the room. Guests milled around, high fashion dripping from every sleeve, champagne glasses catching the low light like prisms.

You slipped off his coat and smoothed your dress, heart fluttering.

“This is… wow,” you murmured.

Sylus leaned toward you slightly. “Not bad for a last-minute invitation.”

“You know people?”

He gave you a sidelong glance. “I am people.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. Still locked into his arm, you let him guide you to your seats – front row, near center. 

You sat down beside him, still adjusting the hem of your dress even though it was perfectly fine. The lights overhead dimmed a touch, casting everything in cooler tones – purples, silvers, shadows. The kind of atmosphere that made your skin buzz.

Music began to drift in – low and sleek, the sound of velvet being dragged over glass. The room was filling fast, the buzz of conversation rising and falling in waves.

Sylus leaned in slightly, voice warm near your ear. “This part always drags. The fashion is great, but the crowd pretends it’s more dramatic than it is.”

“Are you saying rich people are bad actors?”

“Half of them are here for a photo. The other half are hoping they get seated next to someone interesting.”

“And which are we?”

He glanced at you, lips twitching. “The people who’ll make the front page either way.”

You blinked. “Seriously?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re with me.”

You gave him a light shove, laughing, but your cheeks were warm.

You turned slightly to look out over the rest of the crowd – scanning rows, taking in the colors and couture, the shimmer of silver against skin, the flicker of phone cameras and whispered commentary.

And that’s when you saw him.

Rafayel.

Sitting across the runway, directly opposite you.

Hair slicked back from the rain. Sharp black suit. No umbrella. No one at his side.

His gaze wasn’t on you – not exactly. It was angled low, distant. Jaw tight. One hand curled on the armrest, white-knuckled.

He looked like a man holding back a tidal wave.

You’ve got to be kidding.

Of course he’d be here.

Your breath caught, but before you could dwell on it, turn to tell Sylus, the lights dimmed. A hush fell. The show began.

Maybe he didn’t see me. Just keep your head down.

Music poured in, ethereal and slow. Models emerged, clothed in gauzy, impossible designs, dreamlike silhouettes and colors that shimmered like oil on water. You should’ve been mesmerized.

But outside, the storm had grown louder.

Wind howled against the glass. Thunder cracked so loud it swallowed the music whole. Lightning splintered the sky, and then–

Darkness.

A jolt of confusion swept the room. The music stuttered and died. Whispers rose. Emergency lights buzzed to life along the exits, dim and red.

Sylus turned to you, hand already brushing your arm. “Power’s out. We should go.”

“Bathroom first,” you said quickly, standing. “Just give me a minute.”

I need to breathe.

He nodded, scanning the crowd. “Don’t take too long.”

You slipped off toward the back.

“How long do you plan on playing house with her?”

Sylus turned.

Rafayel stood just behind him, half-shadowed by the dim lighting, arms crossed loosely over his chest. He wasn’t smiling.

Sylus blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Rafayel said. His voice was low, cool. “Stay away from her.”

Sylus scoffed. “That’s rich, coming from the man she ran from in tears.”

Rafayel didn’t flinch. “You don’t even know what you’re involved in.”

Sylus squared his shoulders, brows lifting. “Then enlighten me.”

A flicker of emotion passed through Rafayel’s face – something bitter, something old.

“You don’t even recognize her, do you?” he said, voice sharp with restrained fury. “You spent all that time with her. You got to her before I did. And you still don’t see it.”

Sylus’s face shifted. His confidence faltered.

“What are you talking about?”

Rafayel’s eyes glinted.

“Who she truly is.”

Sylus’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

A low breath left Rafayel’s chest – not a laugh, but something like it. Bitten through with pain, bitterness, and reverence.

“My bride.”

Sylus blinked. “What–?”

“The one I forged my covenant with,” Rafayel said, voice barely above a whisper now. “Not some mimic… not a shade meant to keep me quiet. But her.” His gaze was miles deep now, somewhere ancient. “The one I’ve waited lifetimes for.”

Rafayel’s voice dropped low, laced with venom. “If you truly loved her, you would have seen it – before she even got here. But you didn’t. You missed the signs, the truth beneath the surface. You don’t deserve her presence.”

Sylus’s jaw tightened, searching Rafayel’s eyes. 

“Don’t you feel it?” Rafayel pressed, stepping closer. “You’re bound to her too, aren’t you? You don’t feel the pull? Don’t see the life in her eyes? You don’t feel the weight of everything you’ve shared?”

Sylus was nearly speechless, the weight of it settling in his chest.

He did feel it. 

But he hadn’t let himself believe it.

“Did you… bring her here?” he finally asked, voice barely steady.

Rafayel’s gaze deepened into something darker. “She’s supposed to be here. I brought her to where she belongs.”

Sylus didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Lightning cracked again, illuminating Rafayel’s face in stark relief. For a second – just a second – he looked haunted.

Then:

“Sylus?”

The voice was far-off at first. Faint.

You.

He turned, scanning the thinning crowd.

You were threading your way toward him, eyes searching. “There you are,” you said, relieved. “You okay? You look like you just saw a ghost.”

He turned back.

Rafayel was gone.

Sylus’s jaw tensed, but he forced a smile. “Yeah,” he said, barely audible. “I’m okay.”

You studied him, unconvinced.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said softly. “Come on, sweetie.”

He took your arm, pulled you close, and led you through the crowd, back into the storm.

a/n: RAF GIRLS DONT SHOOT!!!! you see what happened was [gunshot]

anyways im sorry this chapter is short, but im so excited to see the reactions 🤭

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[kiraplex]

hii! can i please request baking with mark and oliver headcannons? thank you!

Headcanons + small ficlet of Mark and Oliver baking with a gn!reader who is marks partner :)

A/n: thank you so much for the request!! This was sososos cute :) I responded to this particular request very fast because when I sat down to write I was very tired and didn’t feel like writing anything heavy, and this was super cute! It’s also quite a short response sorry .. im sorry if you didn’t want reader to be marks partner, that’s just how I read the prompt for some reason.

W/c: Headcanons: 580 , Ficlet: 405

I’m assuming for this that you know about Oliver’s secret identity as well as Marks, but if you didn’t you certainly do now!!

The kid gets so excited when he hears you’re making cookies together he jumps in the air and just forgets to land.

I don’t think he’s ever baked before so of course he’s going to get excited!! 

He’s only a few months old technically, and during his time on earth he’s just never got the opportunity to bake cookies. Debbie is busy a lot with real estate work and Paul, and the babysitter never does fun stuff like that with him, only math and boring homework.

So he’s ecstatic to be able to bake with two of his favourite people :) I think you’re like an honorary big sibling to him especially if you spend a lot of time at home with mark.

Mark has to remind him that he can’t fly in front of people even if it IS you

“But you flew them into your room through the window last night!”

The subject is quickly changed.

The boys bicker a lot so you have to be somewhat of a mediator. Oliver says he wants to bake something extravagant like a cake, and the two of you have to convince him to tone it down a little for you guys first try. Mark isn’t confident with his nor Oliver’s baking ability.

Eventually you guys decide on cookies! Should be simple enough.

(Spoiler alert: it isn’t simple)

When it comes to mixing the wet ingredients Oliver tries to show off and ends up mixing the bowl so hard that the liquid splashes out and gets on the floor and the wallpaper too and it has to be cleaned up by either you or mark, naturally.

He didn’t mean to!! It was an accident.

The entire process is very messy and takes a lot longer than it should between bickering and having to clean up the various messes that you guys (mostly Oliver) end up making.

At one point he manages to explode an entire bag of flour over you all by dropping it.

It’s not all a disaster!! You’re all laughing about it and you and mark get a very sweet moment where he wipes the flour off your face, before Oliver interrupts and tells you to stop doing weird mating rituals in the kitchen. 

He’s still not quite grasped typical etiquette.

When the cookies are in the oven you and mark spend the time tidying up and cleaning up.

You give Oliver the mixing bowl and spoon to lick out and he’s so happy!! It’s so good, why can’t you all bake cookies every day? 

Nevertheless the cookies turn out well :) lots of chocolate chips in them.

Oliver tries to eat one before they’ve cooled down and almost ends up burning himself from grabbing the hot cookie. He’s totally fine, it’s just a bit of a shock. He makes you or mark test the temperature of the cookies before he dares to pick one up again.

After you clean up and the cookies have cooled enough I think you share them with Debbie after she gets home from work and it’s very sweet :)

You all sit in the couch area and watch something on tv while you eat and relax together. 

I really liked this prompt and felt like my headcanons were kind of short so I wrote a short ficlet of it too :)

Oliver laughed loudly as he hovered in the air at about your eye level, holding the unopened bag of flour under one arm, the other clutching his side as he continued to giggle, rolling around in the air as if Mark had just said the funniest thing he’d ever heard in his life. 

“Oliver! Be careful!” 

Mark hisses, exasperated, his own feet planted firmly on the ground. He glances to you almost apologetically, then back at the floating half-alien “you’ll drop the flour! And Mom said no flying in the house.”

“I’m not gonna drop the flour!”

Olive responds, righting himself so he’s floating the right way up, grabbing the flour and starting to juggle it with ease, grinning wide.

“See? Look!”

“Oliver-“ 

“Cmooon, stop being such a killjoy. [Y/N] is having fun too, see?”

Oliver whines, and with zero warning other than his response to Mark, Oliver throws the floor to you with the speed and direction of a baseball pitcher. That is to say, it was much too fast for you to catch in close range, and the ball slams into the counter, coating all three of you, and the surrounding two metre radius, in a thin coating of white flour.

Silence immediately fills the room. 

The first to break the silence is Oliver, who is, unfairly, the least covered in flour out of the three of you, giggling quietly.

Mark groans, wiping his flour covered hands on his shirt, which is also flour covered, giving him the appearance of some sort of unusually sculpted ghost. He turns to you, sighing slightly.

“Sorry, this wasn’t quite the bonding experience I had in mind..”

He admits, wiping his eyes of flour and shaking the dust off of his hands, producing a small white cloud he has to wave away.

“Here, let me get that for you..”

He leans in slightly, reaching a hand up to gently brush the flour off your cheek, averting his eyes as he does so. Even after everything, he’s still shy. It’s sweet, really.

After a few seconds he returns his gaze back to your face, smiling slightly and leaning in towards you for a kiss, eyes fluttering closed and mouth opening slightly-

“Ew! I’m still here, stop doing weird mating rituals, we’re supposed to be baking.”

Oliver pokes his head out from behind mark, causing him to whip around.

“Oliver! Quit doing that- I was just.. cleaning them up!”

[cannofsardines]

Heeeyy,,,,, perhaps i could request an azure x affectionate ! reader who lowkey doesn't give half a chicken finger about his monstrous form and ,, just follows him around

could be platonic or romantic , im not picky hehehr

: Azure/GN!Reader who shows affection, ignoring Azure's monstrous form

—Slight change in the layout mm.. finally taking my time with requests once again because I realized how much I rushed the previous one

Content below : I dunno, fluff? A bit short, it's up to you if this is romantic or platonic

"—Azure!"

That voice again. A voice that belonged to a peculiar survivor. You, who just couldn't or wouldn't leave him be. Wherever he was, you were right behind him. Your teammate dying by multiple stabs caused by his slithery appendages? You just stood by with that damning look in your face that hit too close to his.. Former home, a home he misses but hates. It only made unpleasant memories he desperately tried to bury in the depths of his mind surface

"Shhh! Quiet —! We can't let them know we're here!"

He giggled, he held their hand and hid behind the wall as he placed a finger on his lips. Up close, he could see their curious gaze in response to what Azure was trying to drag them in this time

The former liked their face. A lot. The glint in their eyes, the way their eyes lit up even at the suggestion of mischief Azure had brewed in the back of his head, their lips curving upwards in happiness.. He wished that none of that would ever have to go away, and right now as he was living, he had faith in the spawn that this.. What they both had and experience will never disappear!

Until the warm blood pooling beneath him served as a reminder what they had was just something to offer to their God, the Spawn

He crossed his arms at the sight of you, but you could see a sliver of interest and curiosity made its way on his face regarding what you had for him. His big and terrifying form Towered over you, though you paid little mind to that major detail which serverd as a reminder of the size difference and instead presented a bouquet of different types of flowers. The bouquet was made out of paper that was delicately handled at best

Impressed, Azure would have to admit himself. Your creation wasn't lacking anything short, yet some flowers looked like they were wilting which you so obviously tried to hide with a shaky hand and a smile so sharp

You wanted to earn his praise that badly? You'll have to earn it. His mind echoed, Azure's expression shifted that to a terrifying scowl. Enough to have the most timid survivor of all faith in the spot, which the statement could be backed up from one occasion

His finger pointed at the wilting flowers— A glare pierced a hole through your head you were convinced, but that barely hindered your goal. A goal unachievable through the eyes of the other survivors, except yours. Why? Well you convinced yourself it was mostly due to their lack of thoughts in trying to bond with the killers! But this one was yours, you've already claimed

You questioned his obvious distaste, you asked if you wanted him to change it for him, which caught Azure off guard. Especially when you explained further on why they wilted. The thought he appreciated. The flowers that wilted, weren't in that state until you've kept them for so long.. To Turn them into a bouquet, just for Azure? That chipped the walls he created to protect himself a bit and he turned his head away to hide the expresssion he had which slowly eased the harsh edges

You begged him to keep the bouquet you made! After all, you hadn't followed him around for nothing. Today at least, and when he tried to walk away, you trailed behind him with little to no fear about the things he could do to you

The spectre was confused alongside him for once and only made noise of annoyance, they didn't like the fact that you showed no ounce of fear nor that Azure seemed to be brushing you off. He had an audience to entertain, for SFOTHS sake..

Throughout the whole round, you just followed in obvious admiration. Your teammates on the other hand, suffered the usual harsh unmerciful treatment of the killer. And as soon as you guys were back at the cabin, they couldn't help but wonder what you truly saw in him, Azure, of all robloxians. If he even was one still.. They also wondered how to confront you about this.. feeling, you clearly inhabited.

.

.

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—This is short and took me a while due to school.. And because I have been drawing too much lately xaxaxa.. Either way I hope this is enough for a bit

[miinxiee]

gulp,,IM SCARED TO DO REQUESTSS💔💔 idk why,, uhm could we have a reader that’s really awkward around jax because they are head over heels for him? IDK I JUST THINK ABOUT YHIS SM💔 love ur work Hdhdbbdhxhfh

make it awkward °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you think jax can’t notice how painfully awkward you’ve been since you realized your developing crush on him, but he does. what’s worse? he likes it.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: jax and reader are crushing on each other, reader is so awkward (real), they’re so cutie, THANK YOU ANON MUCH MUCH MUCH LOVE ����

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

this was just great.

you didn’t know how things could go so wrong, and you were having trouble recounting the chain of events that lead you to be locked in what seemed to be a closet. with jax.

you were locked in a closet. with. jax.

he had finally given up on trying all of his keys to unlock the door five minutes ago, and now you two were enveloped in silence.

to pass the time you twiddled your thumbs, solved math equations in your head, but most of all, you stared at jax.

what? he just looked so good in this lighting, and his voice sounded extra nice that day, and-

“what’re you lookin at?” jax raised his eyebrows at you, and you froze.

your eyes darted around the room as you stumbled over your words.

“there was- i thought that you had..something..on your face. that’s all,” you mumbled at the end, your eyes finally landing at the floor beside you.

“whatever,” jax shrugged, and your heart sank a little for some reason.

another beat of silence.

“y’know, if you think i’m cute, don’t be afraid to tell me. im all ears,” he wiggled his long ears for emphasis, causing you to let a small laugh.

and then you choked. you choked while you were laughing. of course. now you were coughing and hacking while jax just stared at you with a lazy grin. he didn’t attempt to help you, but you knew he wouldn’t.

your face was burning from embarrassment by the time you finished your coughing fit, and you swore that if you ever got out of this you would never show your face in front of jax again.

jax thought it was kind of cute, how nervous you were being with him. it was definitely entertaining, if anything. you however, thought he was going to set you on fire or use you as a lock pick.

”you done now doll face?” he said with a dull tone, though the grin on his face was still present.

“oh uh- yeah, yeah no sorry i just..” you froze. “i’ll just.. stop talking now.”

now that made him frown.

“and why would you do that?” he was pressing further than you would’ve cared for.

“i’m just tired, that’s all.” you curled yourself into the corner of the closet.

“tired because you almost coughed your kidney out? or because you’re too nervous right now?”

you were really in for it now.

”c’mon sweets, what’s got you so worked up?”

“i’m locked in a closet jax.” you said, like it was obvious that was the only reason.

“right, silly me, how could i forget,” jax’s eyes narrowed. “or is it cause you’re locked in a closet with me?”

you’re eyes slowly widened at the realization that jax wasn’t going to let up anymore. you were being backed into a corner with no way out, and you were scared. scared because in your mind, rejection was the only ending for this whole crush you had. you didnt even want to imagine getting rejected by jax.

the thought of all the cruel words he could say made your heart tighten in your chest, along with your throat.

you brought your knees to your chest and rested your face on them, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. how embarrassing. now you were crying of embarrassment even though crying would just embarrass you more.

“anywho are we gonna-“ as he began to stand up he stopped short when he heard one lone sniff you couldn’t stifle. “are you.. crying?”

“no.” yes.

he sighed and plopped back down on the ground, scooting closer to you. girls were so weird.

“if this is about your whole thing for me you got going on don’t sweat it, i know i’m amazing and everything so-“

“shut up jax!” you finally interjected, your head turning so you could peer up at him with a tear streaked face.

“it’s not just about that. we are locked in a closet that feels like it’s 110 degrees, it smells like bleach, i swear there’s rats in here, and all i’ve been doing is making a fool of myself!”

you paused, sniffling softly.

“and i doubt you understand because you’re the type of person that doesn’t have to care about what others think because everybody is so worried about what you think.”

jax didn’t know what to say. he just stared, mouth opening and closing like a fish. he really wasn’t equipped to deal with this, and for anybody else he probably would’ve laughed at them. but you weren’t anybody else, so he had to try. …for you.

“maybe you’re wrong.” was all jax said, and he didn’t elaborate further. the look on his face was enough to stop the years from falling down your face.

you brought your hands to your face and wiped the tears away, taking a deep breath.

“do you think it’s weird?” you finally said, just barely above a whisper. you refused to look at him now.

“think what’s weird?”

“that i.. y’know..” you trailed off.

“that you like me?” you squeezed your eyes shut with a wince, and nodded.

a thoughtful look crossed his face before he spoke up.

“nah, everybody likes me,” he shrugged.

you opened your eyes, wince morphing into a confused look.

“that’s the biggest lie i’ve ever heard,” you said with a laugh.

“ouch doll, a lot more people like me than you realize,” he put a hand to his heart, feigning hurt.

you two stared at each other for but too long before your eyes fixated on some cleaning bottles behind him.

“can we talk about all of… this when we get out of here?” you mumbled finally

your face was still slightly burning with embarrassment from the prior events.

jax didn’t anything for a long time. he seemed to be deep in thought. you almost gave up and told him to forget about it before he spoke:

“why not now?”

a/n: not sure how i feel about this one, but honestly this is so me in this situation. like i cry when i get mad, embarrassed, or happy or literally anything it’s honestly a curse..

[lunarsworld]

ೃ⁀➷ selfish; percy jackson x reader

you sit on the call in silence, waiting for anything but sighs across the phone. “you know i wish i was there,” percy says softly. you roll back over towards your lit up screen, the time reading 4:03am. “i know…” you sigh. even though he’s all the way across the country saving the world, you can’t help but miss him. “i’m sorry for being so selfish.” he lets out a chuckle at your apology, not wanting to admit how much your soft and shaky voice hurts his heart. “you’re not selfish baby, trust me i tried my best to not go. if anything it makes me selfish for being distracted from lookout talking to you.” he says sweetly.

percy always knew how to make you cry. never sad tears, never out of anger. but now you were angry and sad because of the world. “you’ll be back tomorrow?” you mumble into the phone, eyes growing heavy with sleep. you slowly reach for his pillows, lining them up as if he were there as you cuddle them. his scent still lingered, making you bury your face deeper. “i promise sweetheart, as soon as you wake up ill be there” he insisted. your eyes linger on the screen, realizing you’ve kept him distracted for too long.

“i dont wanna hang up” you stated, yawning into the microphone and earning a giggle from him. “ill stay on the phone with you till you fall asleep sweetheart,” he chuckles softly as your eyes shut and you grumble a little ‘i love you’.

when you wake up though, he’s not there. only a voicemail.

‘ hey baby. i love you more than you know. you’re sleeping so i want you to wake up to this in case im a little late. ‘m never doing this ever again, its too far and i cant even see you’re pretty little smile when you wake up. ya know its funny, being stabbed with a whole sword doesn’t hurt as much as not waking up with you. i gotta go, but i love you forever sweet girl. don’t forget’ 1:23

you giggle at his words when you hear a knock at the door, immediately shooting up and turning off your phone. you fix his your hoodie swiftly and open the door, ready to shoot your arms around his warm figure. but its not percy. it’s chiron. and he looks like the world just came crashing down. the tears begin to well in your eyes, the uncertainty of whats to come building up in your chest. “y/n…” he mumbles softly, refusing to make eye contact with you. and you shut the door. unable to listen, you crawl back in the bed, covering yourself in the sheets that were once both of yours. you sob for what feels like days, replaying the same message over and over again. as your eyes begin to swell shut, overrun with tiredness and tears, you play the message one last time.

‘hey baby-‘

[jamglii]

❀ live a little — bnha

incl / kirishima + a quiet reader

warn / oblivious!reader

note / hii im lonely okay bye

krishima is such a sweet guy, plays football but isn't douchey like most of them. waves with a glowing smile to his friends, and good in school.

if your being totally and completely honest he's more than your type, he's exactly what you would date in a man, it's just to bad because with his personality comes other people.

he's magnetic im that way you can't help but want to be around him, overly positive in an enverading way, his many many friends are evidence of it.

which is why you could never get close to him or his clique, the playingfeild was just on two completely different levels.

or so you thought.

"[Naaaame]...!" a light feminine voice sang to you, is was Mina, the only person in your AP World Geography class that talked to you.

"hey Mina." you replied, eyes dancing over her new pink hair.

"so," she sat down, amber eyes watching you intensely. "theres this party tonight..."

and you immediately groaned, it was your seinor year of highschool and you had yet to attend any of the parties Mina or any kid threw, maybe that was your problem.

"oh don't be like that, you never show up to my parties and we always me you..."

you paused, "we?"

Mina sputters, you'd never seen the girl so confident in your life blush and fumble to hard before. "me i meant me, and anyways it's senior year! why not now, just live a little, you'll never know where is takes you..."

you sighed. maybe she was right. maybe all your studying and isolation wasn't worth it, this was highschool, you should at least try to make soming fun of it, right?

❀ ❀ ❀

kirishima was on fire, his nerves were shot with minas words ever since she'd said them.

"Y/N said she'd be here tonight, look who just gotten you a date."

you, the quietes girl kirishima had met, or yet to meet was coming to a party. probably in a dress, maybe with your legs exposed.

"shit." he mumbled to himself coming over his hair again, hoping the exorbiant amounts of gel he used on his hair would keep everything in place.

he was pretty sure you hated him. or simply didn't care for him, the one time he's tried to talk to you his loud and especially annoying friends strolled in and when he looked back, you and your things. were gone.

you'd obviously taken that as a que to leave and he was hoping he could get you alone somewhere at this party and slip his number into your pocket.

it was almost 7, fuck he was nervous.

"red are you ready? you're gonna make us late." it was bakugou driving him there tonight, he for sure as fuck wasn't going but he liked to think katsuki cared about him enough to at least watch him inside the building.

"yeah..m' ready, sorry."

he sat in the car in silence, playing with his nails and much to quiet for the regular kirishima should be on the way to a party.

"what up with you?" bakugou askrd gruffly.

kirishima flinched as he spoke. "[Name], is supposed to be here tonight..."

"who?"

"fuck bakugou, the girl i've been crushing on for god knows how long--"

"i'm fuckin' with you, i know her. friends with deku."

kirishima stays silent.

"wait, are you nervous...?" katsuki asks, but kirishima could tell he was teasing. "is my little red seriously scared of a girl! no way, no fuckin way!"

kirishima groans into his palms as they pull up to the front of minas house, by the looks of it there already started, "fuckk."

bakugou laughs, "don't worry man, you'll be fine. and make sure you see her face to face, none of that slip a note pussy shit."

kirishima looked at the car one final time, then he walked in.

❀ ❀ ❀

you didn't arrive untill 10, debating on weather or now you should show up in the first place, you finally decided ( and with a little help from a friend) that you should go and if you hated it you would never have to go again.

kirishima was annoyed and losing hope, he's been here for what felt like hours, anticipating and waiting for your arrival only for denki sero and a lot of B-1 kids he didnt recognize to show up in your place.

he thought when you did finally show up he's be too bored to even try going for you, which he found was completely and utterly wrong.

when you walked through the door, dress short but not too short. jewelry one, a but more makeup than he'd ever seen you with at school he ran and hid in the bathroom for a solid 2 minutes.

fuck you looked good. he refixed his hair and clothes, and alowly creaked the door back open.

you were no where to be found and he didnt't know if that waa a good or bad thing.

them he saw you, surounded by what looked like to be his friends and ones he didn't want you to meet just yet.

"hello, brochachos what's happening." kirishima internally cringed, he's never saud the word brochacho in his life.

denki smirked, "nothin'...brochacho..just making conversation."

kirishima fought not to blush, "right, you having any fun?" he addressed you now, you were even prettier up close.

you blinked, a sudden wave of anxiety washing over you. why was he talking to you? why were any of them talking to you? when his friends had strolled over and introduced themselves you'd been confused on how they knew your name already, you thought they were going to try and humiliate you but they'd only nodded and smiled when you explained Mina was the one who'd invited you. "yeah, uhm it's nice." you mumbled, feeling surrounded by the sudden onslaught of people. "great." denki suddenly yelled "in that case me and my buddies are gonna do body shots, were in the basement if you wanna join." and he yanked sero's body away, leaving you and kirishima to face each other. "you're not gonna go with them...?" you asked you eyes shiny through the lenses. kirishima's heart almost exploded from his chest. "no, i'd rather stay here. if you don't mind." you were silent for a moment. "no, i guess I don't"

masterlist

[letmeeatyoursoul]

the little piece of paper melts in your mouth, theres not much of a taste, just numbness seeping into your tongue and gums as the acid tab dissolves. you breathe slowly, trying not to freak out too much before your trip even starts. you snap your head anxiously as su-bong rubs your back, trying to soothe you. “you’ll feel weird at first but trust me angel, just try to enjoy it.” nam gyu nods, silently agreeing with the purple haired boy. 10 minutes fly by, you nervously pick at your nails, scrolling on instagram reels awaiting your high. “sorry im so scared, im the one who wanted to try it,” you mumble, embarrassed in a way. you dont want to ruin everybody else’s trip with your anxious ass. “nah you’re good babygirl, I remember my first time on this shit.” Nam gyu chuckles, remembering thinking he was going to die when he saw his pupils in the mirror the first time.

Its been about an hour, your phone discarded in your lap, thanos said its best not to watch tiktok when you comeup. you look over at nam gyu, smiling softly as he looks around, his irises swallowed by his black pupils. you feel good. you think? you try to stop thinking about how you feel, and start to just enjoy the trip. the room looks more colorful, everything looks like its been drawn by van gough or something. you feel the carpet below your fingertips, your touch senses heightened. you look down, the carpet looks like tv static. you laugh softly like the carpet told you a joke. thanos smiles as he watches you enjoy your high. he was the trip sitter, the only one sober out of the two of you. both of the boys were relieved your comeup came smoothly. you lay down in su-bongs lap, looking at his face. the whites of his eyes have moving grey shapes in them, his skin moving like those visuals you would see on your tiktok fyp at 3am. “woah..” you manage to mumble softly as you stare at him, his hand reaching up to stroke your hair softly. nam gyu crawls over to the two of you, he always got so affectionate while high on psychedelics. he whines, looking at thanos and puckering his lips, silently asking for a kiss. thanos giggles and pecks the blackettes lips, his gaze returning back to you.

another hour passed, namgyu laying on the couch watching you and thanos, your peak creeping up slowly. you feel the emotional effects start to kick in more aggressively. you furrow your brows softly. you shoot straight up off thanos’ lap, looking around paranoid. “whats wrong, angel?” thanos gently takes your hand only for you to pull away. you start to breathe heavily, stroking your own hair to try and calm yourself. “I cant…oh my god…” you whimper anxiously, grabbing nam gyu’s attention, “baby, you’re okay..” he mumbles, sliding off the couch to reach for you. “i want to go home!” you scream, looking over at nam gyu, his face looks distorted, scaring you even further as you start crying and screaming. thanos pulls you into a hug, shushing you gently. “Im never doing this again!” you yelp and pull away from him, frantically looking at your hands and feeling your face. “Oh my god…” you whimper again, walking around like you’re trying to find something. nam gyu stands up, feeling hazy from his own peak, but hes still worried. he walks over to you, brushing the hair out of your face. “You’re okay honey..tell us whats wrong? Did you see something?” You shake your head, closing your eyes, “your face is…i cant!” you groan, feeling overwhelmed. “how about we go lay down with su bong, okay? we can go in your room or his or mine. just try to breathe baby” you nod, breathing heavily, looking back over at su-bong who’s making his way over to you two. he hugs you gently, “its okay, whatever you’re seeing is just the drug, we don’t have to try it ever again, hm?” you nod, calming down very slowly, skimming past them to make your way to your room. They both follow you, nam gyu grabbing onto thanos as his legs go fuzzy.

your comedown feels euphoric, your paranoia turning into happiness and sadness. you turn on your side in your bed, thanos relieved they got you to calm down. “how you feeling?” you moan, not in a sexual way, “im so happy..” you mumble into your pink silk pillow. the living room of yalls apartment probably induced the trip’s scary peak, the artwork and tv noise overstimulated you. thanos hums, rubbing circles into your back.

the next morning, you groan as you wake up, nam gyu grabbing onto you, thanos not in sight. you hear the faint sound of whatever instagram reels he’s watching, turning over. you feel relaxed but in a weird way, disoriented in a way. and hungry.

okay so i requested dis to like my amazing mootie but then decided i wanted to write it so um yeah 😎

[jjwolves]

PERSONAL MONSTER

What: A Jealous Taski Maiden X Reader Imagine

Who: Taski Maiden, from ENA Dream BBQ (By Joel G)

How Much: ~1300 Words, ~6-7 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

Warnings: Jealousy, Toxic Behavior (Played for Comedy)

Taski might loudly and obnoxiously deny it, but she's always really liked you. You had been good friends, often glued to the hip when running around the Uncanny Streets, causing trouble (or at least one of you were), and then one day you two clicked into a new dynamic. Now you're dating--at least, dating Taski-style. And dating Taski-style means that there are a lot of things that you've had to learn are off the table now. For one, going anywhere explicitly fancy or upscale is off the table. Not that it's forbidden or anything--in fact, Taski seems flattered when you take her to such places--it's just highly discouraged by the disapproving faces of the high-class patrons when your favorite creature begins throwing silverware and mixing people's dishes together without asking them. "Jhsjdhsd. L00k babe, I'm doing the chefz jobs 4 them! It's supa obvs that the hard corn goes with the cattail5." You've been kicked out several times. Another thing that is no longer an option is being alone. You are never alone; ever since Taski hinted at even the slightest interest in you, she was following you around everywhere. If you didn't see her, she was either watching from afar or hollering your name to see if you were around. But that's neither here nor there, because the newest thing you've learned is this: New friends that you like to hang out with on your own? Taski is not okay with this. At. All.

While in the Uncanny Streets, you had met a strange, metallic pixie girl named Memu. Her attitude is surprisingly approachable compared to a lot of the entities that absentmindedly roam about the valley's dirt pathways. She's helpful and polite, and only occasionally cryptic. You often find yourself stopping by to say hello and talk about the various happenings of the valley--you know, any Watcher sightings, crashed Wanderers, new Taxi services. Memu is a good checkpoint when you need to know what's going on with your home. Taski knows about her and, while you can't immediately place why this happens, gets really mad when you mention her, throwing a tantrum as she stomps up the wall and then returns to the floor. "BLEH!!1 'Moomoo' again?? Im a supa good judge of charact3r, so listen!1! That galz EVIL! Shes PLOTTIGN! Shes PL4NING! Tryin to eat you--or, or, 0r, steal you! Or CURSE YUO! Nex time she talks 2 u, u gotta swat her. I'll help!" You calmly try to deescalate Taski's outburst by assuring her that Memu's just an acquaintance who helps you out sometimes. Besides, 'steal' you? What does that even mean? Taski grits her teeth, her hair lashing violently in all directions, knocking pottery over and slapping pots and pans off of shelves (and perfectly avoiding you). "Wh4t do you think I mean. ST3ALING YOU! FROM ME! SEDUCING YOU!" You gently readjust her little hat and assure her that nobody could steal you from her. You're hers permanently. Contractually agreed! Taski narrows her eyes but leans into you anyway. "Yeah. But sometimes you act l1ke you forget it, dummy."

Eventually, you meet a new friend: Some sort of headless mannequin who communicates in body language. It doesn't really matter how he communicates, though; he's one of the funniest people you've ever met. You know by now that, even if it's awkward for your new friend, your girlfriend's presence is not arguable. Taski always wants to be wherever you are. You love her for that, but at the same time... You think your friend is uncomfortable with how obvious it is that Taski is desperate for your attention, and in the most annoying way possible. Your headless friend imitates the Receptionist, and yeah, it's hilariously spot on. A good joke deserves a good laugh, to which the comedian silently bows. Taski, instead of laughing, looks worried at how high your spirits have been lifted. Taski tries to salvage the situation by putting on a fake accent and waving around like a blade of grass in the wind. Is that even an impression of someone? "Wh--TH4T'S not FUNNY~! THIS I5~! Look at meee~!" You think it's cute despite the weirdness and politely ask her who she's pretending to be. "Who I'm tryna be...? Whuh? We1rd question, but okey... Ermmm... I guesssss yuor... wife?" By the time she finishes her question, her voice is a quiet squeak. The mannequin excuses himself while you feel a hot blush rise to your face. You explain that you meant impressions. Taski looks shellshocked. "...Impressionz. Ha. H4h4haghhghgshKKHSHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" With a scream of pure embarrassment, Taski dashes away and clumsily tries to vault over a fence, her efforts rewarded with a faceplant.

The next time you go to chat with a friend, this time a living cloud, Taski is already there being weird. You don't even understand her fear with this one--it's a literal cloud. "Consider this your interv1ew be4 you talk to da head honcho. They might be buzy tho so don't be surprised if I say that they're not coming. It might also be your vibe5." You butt in at just the right moment and say that no, there is no interview or whatever she was just saying. She is being a liar. The cloud seems quick to ignore your girlfriend's obnoxiousness, making wise and appreciative observations about the place you're in and the weather (ironically) before mentioning its son. And just like that Taski has spun back into being your reverse wing-woman. "Ohhh, honie is gr8 with kiddos. Check 1t out, we actually gotz a few! You kno. As da honeys do." The cloud elects to paper over her odd interjection as she smugly places her manta on the table, unveiling her Boys. They look nonplussed as always, although one gives a nod to you. "And on top of dat, they're good with kiddos 2! Pretty award-winnin kiddins. Kidding squared!1 Da tree doesn't stretch too far from the roots!1! Mwahaha!" Taski slings two possessive arms around your shoulders and sticks her tongue out at your cloud friend, who is serenely unaware of her rudeness. You don't think this could be more embarrassing, although the visceral social discomfort that you're feeling causes you to miss some interesting words uttered by Taski. We have kids. Our kids. You only realize this when you're done burning from such a secondhandedly shameful interaction.

Eventually, you decide that it's time to straighten things out with Taski. Her jealousy is all-consuming and she's never been one for changing into anything other than more of what she already is. When you thank the owner of the grilled vein stand for giving you and Taski the meal on the house, Taski immediately bristles with possessive frustration, fixing the cook with the most deadpan, unimpressed stare you've seen from her yet. "Tch." In response, you tenderly rub her dark, three-fingered hand. You can't not interact with other people because of how Taski might feel about it, but you can try to include her more and understand her feelings a little better. Your gesture seems to placate her, earning a sharp sigh from her. You gently pat the Boys, too, because they looked kind of left out, which Taski seems to appreciate even more than the previous gesture. Grievances forgotten, she smugly rests her chin on her hand. "I was rite when I s4id you're good with them. ...But I think ur good with me, too." Then she tries to flip her slushie without spilling it on the counter, to disastrous results. You have to apologize for her (and get her a new one afterwards).

A/N: I thought the Taski Maiden ruins your social life montage would include more central characters to the game, but it was more fun to come up with original ones and use that one cloud guy because I like him. Also, the slushie part was unfortunately based on real life events I bore witness to.

[xoxonamgyu]

Hear me out: Thanos and Nam-gyu trying to comfort you when you have a nightmare that's specifically about them

your comfort and scare

pairing: thangyu x reader

warnings: fluff, swearing, use of y/n, mention of death

summary: you have a nightmare about your 2 boyfriends from when you guys were in the games and there the ones who end up comforting you

A/N: ugh I love this request I made it where they somehow got out of the games hope that’s okay!🤍

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your running through the hall of this place with blue wallpaper and stars on the walls being chased by your two boyfriends Thanos and namgyu. they betrayed you and wanted you dead.

they spilt up and ran in different directions to get to you, to kill you.

you were running out of breath you couldn’t breathe couldn’t run any longer.

they managed to catch up to you and namgyu grabbed by your shoulders and pinned you to the wall while thanos stabbed you in the neck but right before he did you woke up.

you jumped up panting and sweating with tears rolling down your face

*what the fuck was that* you think

you never had a nightmare like that for months especially not about your freaking boyfriends.

you sit there hand to your heart freaked out even tho you know it was just a nightmare.

your in the middle of Thanos and namgyu and you didn’t wanna wake them.

But Thanos woke up from your heavy breathing and sniffles

“baby what’s wrong?”

“n-nothing go back to bed.” you stutter

he sits up next to you and the noise wakes up namgyu

“what’s going on?” namgyu asks his voice heavy

Thanos shrugs at him

“are you okay y/n?” namgyu asks with concern

“im okay sorry for waking you guys” you sniffle

“babe something is obviously wrong.” namgyu puts his arm around your shoulders

you flinch

“seriously baby what’s wrong. Why are you flinching at namgyu?” Thanos looks at you with sadness in his eyes

“I just had a nightmare about you guys.” You look down

“us?” namgyus voice softens

You nod your head your crying again you feel pathetic it wasn’t that big of a nightmare.

when you were in the games you were terrified they protected you during it not killed you.

“what did we do y/n?” Thanos questions

“killed me i-in the g-games..”

they look at eachother

namgyu pulls you close to him and hugs you resting his head on yours and starts rubbing circles on your arm.

namgyu sighs “babe we would never do that”

“I know I’m sorry”

“don’t be. it’s normal for you to dream that y/n. Those games were fucking scary.”

“exactly don’t worry.” Thanos adds

namgyu makes you lie down and he lies next to and puts the covers over you both. Thanos also lies down and takes your hand and holds it namgyu put his hand around your waist.

Thanos kissed the top of your head and then whispered in your ear “we love you with everything don’t ever think we would hurt you.” You turn and smile at him and kiss him softly and after a couple seconds you turn to namgyu and kiss him to

“I love you guys I’m sorry” you say

“love you to don’t say sorry anymore.” Thanos answers you

“love you to.” namgyu hugs you tight

you guys are all extremely tired and doze off in seconds.

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I love this request so much hope you enjoyed!!

tags: @i-might-be-vanny

[hijacked-victor]

anyone else have an existential crisis over your tags on reblogs?

like ive been organizing my tags for years and I'm like

for what?

[avenoire]

smth smth bnnuy shado in the vip room

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)