#&&out of curry (ooc)
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
yknow that one meme
#kinda ooc bc i dont think jamil will just send that text out of nowhere#but it’s funny#and i make my own reality#sorry jamil you cant compare to grim 😔#also yuusha caught that photo of him and she will not let him forget it#it's his pfp for her contact of him AND it's her lock screen#[—✦-#-✧ my art#twst art#twisted wonderland#twst#twst oc x canon#jamil viper#jamiyuu#jamil x yuu#twst yuu#twst yuusona#(💜) yuusha#(💜) curry noodles#-✦—]
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
-((Look who is not dead. I had a lot of stuff to deal with. Good news is my shoulder is doing better. Not so good news one of my dogs died a few months ago. My husky Shinya was not taking it well, so we got him a new friend. Did not name him Guren though lol.
-I will see how I feel, and than perhaps get back on. ))
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
Anything on a dotted line is implied or speculative but not explicitly confirmed as of yet. conclusion: aliens?
#i refuse to put this in the headcanon tag#time out ★ { ooc. }#please feel free to suggest more threads fdjgf#additional dumb things i could add: presence of golett line.#i left out hoenn but honestly i should've included it if only for the sake of more threads leading to space#tim curry voice spAAAaaCE#there is GENUINELY no point to this it's just for the lols#the unified energy gimmick headcanon is not real and will never be real
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
(veeeeryyyy non-canon veeeeeryyyy self-indulgent scene i wrote about how the crangel would handle coffee's death if they were able to have a fun field trip to see coffee's corpse before altair!!!!)
*ł ₥Ʉ₴₮ ₳Đ₥ł₮, ₩ØⱤ₭ł₦₲ Ø₦ ₥Ɏ ₲ł₣₮ ₣ØⱤ ₵Ø₣₣ɆɆ ₳ ฿ł₮ ₥ØⱤɆ ₳₵₮Ʉ₳ⱠⱠɎ ₥₳ĐɆ ₥Ɇ ₣ɆɆⱠ ฿Ɇ₮₮ɆⱤ ₳฿ØɄ₮ ₩Ⱨ₳₮'₴ ₲Øł₦₲ ₮Ø Ⱨ₳₱₱Ɇ₦ ₮Ø ⱧɆ₳Ɽ₮. But, speaking of hearts, ₥Ɏ ⱧɆ₳Ɽ₮ ₴ł₦₭₴ ₳₴ ł ₴ɆɆ ₮ⱧɆ ₴₮₳₮Ɇ ₮Ⱨ₳₮ ₮ⱧɆ ₵Ⱡł₦ł₵ ł₴ ł₦. I kick my legs in excitement as I'm pulled along with them towards the clinic. ₳₣₮ɆⱤ ⱤɄ₴Ⱨł₦₲ ł₦ ₮ⱧⱤØɄ₲Ⱨ ₳ ฿ⱤɆ₳₭ ł₦...₩Ⱨ₳₮ ⱠØØ₭₴ Ⱡł₭Ɇ ₳ ฿₳ⱤⱤł₵₳ĐɆ...? ł ł₥₥ɆĐł₳₮ɆⱠɎ ₴₱Ø₮...*
...₦Ø...
YES!
*...Coffee's mangled corpse. ł ĐⱤØ₱ ₥Ɏ ₲ł₣₮ ₮Ø ₮ⱧɆ ₣ⱠØØⱤ ₳₦Đ ł₮ ł₥₥ɆĐł₳₮ɆⱠɎ ₣₳ⱠⱠ₴ ₳₱₳Ɽ₮ ł₦ ₳ ⱧɄ₲Ɇ ₴₱Ⱡ₳₮. I shake my hands up and down with pure joy.*
OOOOOOHHHH BOYYYY! THIS'LL SHOW YOU FOR WASTING OUR TIME!
*They fall to the floor and hold onto one of Coffee's lifeless hands as they let out a loud, long list of swears and sorrows. None of their mouths can unite long enough for anything in particular to be distinguished. ɆVɆ₦ ł ₵₳₦ ฿₳ⱤɆⱠɎ ₮ɆⱠⱠ ₳₱₳Ɽ₮ ₥Ɏ Ø₩₦ ₮ⱧØɄ₲Ⱨ₮₴. I laugh with such impossible bliss at their misfortune.*
(and for just a bit of a fun side note for what would happen after this!!!! the crangel would be holding his hand even as they slept and if altair [or whoever hypothetically approached coffee's corpse next, doesn't matter much here] tried to take his corpse away!!!!)
#the crangel caws#the curator calls#(ooc)#(i mean the crangel hassss to find out about his death at some point but THE EFFECTS THIS PARTICULAR MOMENT WOULD HAVE HAD ON THEM OMGGGGG)#(also i just had to show currie stimming about suffering)#(if they were actually able to SOMEHOW do something like this with coffee's corpse i would make this canon in a heartbeat)#(which is ironic because coffee does not have one anymore!!!)
2 notes
·
View notes
Note
♡
[PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME|| accepting! ]
FRIENDS. childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other .
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other .
FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .
ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based off circumstance / based off professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .
#phantomuheist#;; ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ( asks. )#;; ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴜs ( ooc. )#;; the girl who cried wolf ( persona 5 au )#it's! actually a little tricky to put where he is relationship-wise in sam's mind#while she /does/ appreciate how blunt and honest he can be about things#he's still a joker#and he still probably does/did some things that are on the same level as eating spoiled curry or feeding a cat chocolate kahdlas#that and he /did/ avoid getting therapy from maruki--#(not. not that she'd be able to blame him once she finds out what he did--)#but she'd? also be somewhat surprised of how /brutal/ he is in the metaverse#would she be wary of him? possibly--#but again--she would probably find it more comforting to know he's being honest with himself than keep on a mask#and it certainly helps that she can see he isn't seemingly 'perfect' or tries to be if that makes sense--
1 note
·
View note
Text
A/N: You all voted on this poll, and this poll, and this poll and after a LOT of voting ((again) again) , I wrote this for all of you :D Big thanks to both @zanarkandskylines and @a-had-matter for beta reading this- your support means the world to me😭 Here's my masterlist!
Warning(s): f!reader, Bakugou and reader are dating, meeting his parents for the first time, mentions of anxiety, reader’s a procrastination queen, Bakugou’s whipped lmao, characters might be a little ooc, Mitsuki loves reader loll, Masaru and reader are the real besties here though, mentions of getting married, Katsuki calls reader baby, slight cursing.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Girlfriend!Reader
•───•°•❀•°•─── ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ, ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ ───•°•☁︎•°•──•
To say you were nervous was an understatement.
A week prior, your loving boyfriend of 3 months had invited you to have dinner with him and his parents, as they “were up his ass to meet you” (his words, not yours). You giggled originally, finding amusement in his lament about his overbearing parents, but you knew he loved them from the lack of malice in his words. And yet, after an entire week, only now, three hours before Bakugou would come to pick you up, did the full realization of the situation hit you like a truck.
You were going to meet his parents.
You flitted around your room, trying to find something to wear, your entire closet seemed repulsive to you now- nothing seemed right for the occasion.
You groaned, your attention piquing when you see a text come in. Flopping down onto your bed, you pick your phone up, reading the message.
Katsu🧡💥: Oi, the old hag wanted me to let you know that she’s making curry. That okay for you?
You feel butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach from his thoughtfulness, even though small gestures like this should seem normal to you now. It probably never would, the explosive male you had grown to love would never cease to get you flustered.
You: Okay! Sounds great! I bet you get your cooking skills from her ;)
Katsu🧡💥: Shut up dummy
Katsu🧡💥: Have you picked something out to wear yet?
You deadpan, knowing he would scold you for procrastinating, but you sigh, there was no point in lying to him. Even over text, he would know if you were telling the truth or not.
You: So about that...
Katsu 🧡💥: Baby, they’re not going to think less of you based on your outfit. Plus, you could wear a damn cardboard box and you’d still look hot. They’ll love you, so quit your panicking.
You feel your cheeks grow warm at the compliment, but Bakugou’s rough but caring words didn’t help your predicament.
You: Thank you, Katsuki- but I seriously can’t find anything 😭 What do I do??
You can practically see his eyes rolling through the three dots that dance across the screen.
Katsu🧡💥: You’re lucky I know you so well- bought you a new sweater this morning. I’ll come over early and drop it off for you.
You: Katsuki thank you so much!!! You didn’t have to though...
Katsu🧡💥: Shut up dumbass, I’ll be there in 30 mins, go do what you gotta do in the meantime.
You smile at that, warmth pooling in your heart as you set your phone down on the side table, standing up from your bed and grabbing a towel before heading to your bathroom to take a shower.
***
Katsuki’s already there, waiting for you by your kitchen island, scrolling through his phone, before looking up at you with your hair wrapped in a towel to prevent it from dripping everywhere, along with another to clothe your body.
You smile happily, giggling as his nose scrunches when you press your dewy skin against him in a hug.
“Oi, get off of me,” he grumbles “Yer still all wet.”
You giggle, knowing he doesn’t mean it when he encircles you in his arms, inhaling the scent of your body wash. He places a small kiss atop the crown of your head before, reaching behind him to grab the bag on his counter, handing it to you.
“Here baby, got yer sweater for ya.” he says, watching as your eyes light up after rummaging through the contents.
You squeal happily, planting a kiss on his cheek before running back into your bedroom, knowing exactly what to pair with the article of clothing.
“Thanks Katsuki!! Give me like 30 minutes!” you chirp, before disappearing into your bedroom.
He chuckled under his breath, and ran his fingers over the thin gold chain you bought for him for your “one-week-aversary" (your words, not his). Originally, he had scoffed at you, wondering why you would spend your money on him for something so trivial, but you just brushed it off, grinning saying “It’s not trivial Katsuki! This is my way of showing my love!” You were just so cute, he loved you so much it hurts, and yet you both had only been dating for a few months.
You were going to be the death of him, that’s for sure.
***
After you got ready, you both got into the car, sitting in comfortable silence the entire way, other than the soft music that played from the aux cord.
Katsuki could tell you were nervous, the way your fingers fiddled with the ribbon surrounding the chocolate you bought for his parents was a dead giveaway.
And yet, he knew that nothing he would say would alleviate your stress, so he remained silent, knowing your worries would be gone as soon as the old hag got her claws on you.
The car reaches to a stop in the driveway, and Katsuki almost wants to take out his phone and snap a picture as your eyes grow wide and your lips part by the sheer size of his house.
“Woah...” you breathe, in awe “ I knew your parents were successful, but you never told me they were rich.”
Katsuki flushes, exiting the car and opening the door for you. “S’nothin.” he says, averting his gaze from yours, as if he wasn’t imagining living in a nice house with you in the future.
You interlock your fingers with his, relishing in the comfort of his calloused fingertips brushing over your knuckles, his hand squeezing yours as a final reassurance before bringing his hand up to aggressively knock on the door.
“OI HAG OPEN UP!” he yells, only for the door to swing open, revealing a beautiful woman with a striking resemblance to the man next to you.
“Katsuki Bakugou yell like that one more time and I will-” the woman, who you assume to be Katsuki’s mother, notices you then, all anger directed towards her son melting away once she sets her eyes on you.
Her scarlet eyes sparkled as they looked over you once over in approval, rushing towards you with a big grin on her face and enveloping you in a crushing hug. You let out a squeak in surprise, but giggled, reciprocating it immediately. Your worries were gone in an instant, just as Katsuki had predicted.
“Ah, where are my manners! Call me Mitsuki, I’m the brat’s mother.” she says warmly, much to Katsuki’s disdain as he objects to the nickname; Mitsuki ignores him as if he wasn’t there though.
You laugh at your pouty boyfriend’s reaction and give her your name, smiling back at her like she was an old friend.
“Masaru! She’s here~!” Mitsuki practically sings, clutching onto your arm, leading you into the kitchen with Katsuki trailing behind like a lost puppy.
She turns to you again. “So glad you’re here dear, the brat needs someone to keep his head out of his ass.” she says, rolling her eyes for emphasis.
You snort at that, completely at ease as Mitsuki treats you like the daughter she never had.
You see a timid man in the kitchen, who is most likely Masaru, Katsuki’s dad.
You both greet each other, the brunette man much calmer than his wife, and he smiles at you and squeezes your shoulder as an awkward show of affection. While you two converse, however, Katsuki is already at war with his mother, both Masaru and yourself just stand by the island silent; you both know the drill.
“SHUT UP YA OLD HAG- STOP SMOTHERING MY GIRLFRIEND!” Katsuki yells.
“DON’T TALK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT KATSUKI, YOU KNOW DAMN WELL THAT GIRL IS AN ANGEL FOR STICKING WITH THAT BRATTY ASS OF YOURS.” Mitsuki retorts, irate.
You and Masaru look at each other, the latter mouthing to you if you wanted to help set the table, to which you nodded vehemently, unsure of what to do as the angry blonde duo continue to yell at each other.
Setting the table, you and Masaru trade stories of how you’ve both had to wrangle your respective partners to make sure they didn’t murder anyone, the both of you breaking into laughter as he recounts a story of how he once had to physically pick up his wife by the waist and haul her out of an ice cream store because they messed up his order.
You thought it was completely adorable, seeing how much Katsuki took after Mitsuki, telling Masaru of a similar story of when you and Katsuki went to a carnival, and you got scammed during one of the games.
Eventually the two blondes calmed down, joining you and Masaru in the dining room, where the food was all plated and ready to be eaten.
Midway through the conversation, you feel Katsuki’s hand slide over to squeeze yours under the table, a small gesture that you knew meant I told you so.
You refrain from rolling your eyes, enjoying the company of the Bakugous. The night seemed to drag on for ages (his words, not yours), and you found yourself blending in seamlessly in with Katsuki’s parents. And though he would never admit it, it warmed his heart to see someone he loved so much get along so well with his family. Things were going smoothly, until something Mitsuki says catches you off guard.
“So, when are you going to put a ring on her finger, huh brat?”
#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugo#bakugo fluff#bakugo headcanons#bakugo katsuki x reader#bakugo katuski#bakugo x reader#bakugo x you#bakugou x y/n#bakugou drabble#bakugou x you#bnha bakugou#katsuki bakugo x reader#katsuki x reader#bnha bakugo katsuki#katsuki bakugo mha#katsuki bakugo#mha bakugo x reader#bakugou fluff#mha bakugo#mha x reader#mha bakugou#mha#mha x y/n#mha x you#bakugo x y/n#⋆。‧˚ʚ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖉 𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 ɞ˚‧。⋆
2K notes
·
View notes
Note
hello vee.
@/twogallonhats on twitter made this iceberg, and now i am subjecting you to this. Explain to the best of your knowledge, good luck.
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh okay sure
idk why rhyme anima is listed tbh it’s just a zany anime version of hypmic but that very well may be the reason lol like it gave us a man by the name of tom whisper weathercock lol
there’s always a prolific push for your fav to win the drb lol. iirc during the championship round in the 1st drb there was a fan?? fans??? who gave money to some guy with a following to post a video of him asking everyone to vote for mtc lol. jp fans for the second got together and made eng/kor/ch instructions on how to vote in the vr battles it’s a time can’t wait for that to kick off next year 😬
arb is technically not canon and therefore ooc lol
idk what hypmic tictok sounds mean. i can tell you of a few times hypmic was trending on tiktok tho lol
idk if they were even a soundcloud rapper, but some soundcloud rapper fell in love with hypmic and decided to make ichiro his oc/persona and put himself on a team with jyushi and samatoki and they were california division lol
back in 2018???? hypmic posted a christmas video except it was just champagne gold and base hifumi.png in a santa hat slid across the screen truly graphic design is hypmic’s passion lol
i mean there was a brief time there were rp accounts on twt so ig that’s what it
kimura loves black people so much and wants to be black so bad he felt the need to bl@ckface for one of his album drops. fandom asked he take down the posts, he didn’t, fans called him out on it, he blocked them
around the time when there was rumblings that gbr was exiting uhhhhh the eu i think, a dice cosplayer had a video of themselves popping mentos in a coke bottle go viral. someone in british politics used it as a metaphor for whatever stance they had on brexit lol
lol i’m lumping hypstage and hypnama together since i don’t think there’s a real reason they’re listed other than occasionally being points of discussion
hifumi was the original tbh creature
asmr tubers vibe with hypmic characters being their yandere bfs
idk if it’s more than memeing on hitoya but that hitoya card in the pic was clowned on so hard LOL
i couldn’t tell you a specific instance of it but hypmic jank includes frequent misspellings lol
lol i also don’t know if there’s actual controversy behind oridivis besides them getting thanos snapped
*rio voice* curry friday and the mtc seiyuu used to celebrate it lol
there was a collab with some instant curry company (probably called curry meshi lol) and they had the leaders rap a song for it. the songs’ are fun and what’s even funnier is that the song has the leaders sharing this curry and kuukou technically didn’t eat the curry bc it was all gone by the time the cup reached him (and jakurai ate most of it LOL)
i have no fcking clue what weenor busujima is lol
the fact hyprice is a thing is a damn good reason to be here lol. ogs know a hypmic series producer made the joke in 2018 during a hypnama that spawned the concept years later lmao
there was a typo on kuukou’s introductory bio that said he was 68cm LOL
akuma no hana is indeed a song about sex idk what else to tell ya lol
throwback to the hypmic bathtubs they had a live for crazy ass hypmic merch moments lol
the hangout streams are located in this building called mixalive. instead tagging that building’s twt for one of their events, hypnosis flava iirc, they mistakenly tagged a porn twt lol
there was an art trend a few years ago where artists drew their bde faves (and even real people got in on the trend) balancing a shampoo bottle on their big 🍆. ichiro was unfortunately the face of the trend
stage hitoya went viral for that pic used in the iceberg and i had to see randos calling him a two face ass character ONLY HYPMICS ARE ALLOWED TO BULLY HITOYA DAMN YOU
the seiyuu are always getting up to shit backstage lmao tradition is ishiya-san and amasaki-san prowling up on the mtc seiyuu menacingly lmao
if there’s drama or anything of relevance outside of yes stream discords exist, ion know about it lol
a few songs are inspired by/interpolate from other songs. this a normal thing in the music industry (let’s get physical by olivia newton john and physical by dua lipa comes to mind) but hypmic caught a lot of flack for ‘stealing’ from black artists. shinogi dead pools is kendrick lamar’s drank swimming pools bar for bar lol but again, it’s very normal lol the whole kendrick vs drake rap battle that happened this year literally was them using each other’s sound to diss them
some european(?) indie film had an actor wearing ichiro’s jacket
there was a brief trend in jp where they made snow sculptures of their characters as means of attractions and hypmic jumped in on it. it produced the ugliest kuukou known to man he was so unflatteringly scrunckly i loved him LOL
????? bat seiyuu family???? i’m sure what i have in mind is not what they have in mind lol but i mean yeah it’s a running joke that the bat seiyuu consider each other family lol shoutout to sakakihara-san randomly calling hayama-san his ‘onii-chan’ and both hayama-san and sakakihara-san bullying tf outta takeuchi-san by calling him ‘papa’ lol
ariana grande is based about samatoki and there’s proof lol
hypmic vs crsm rap battle was REAL and fumiya wanted to EAT THEM
kamio-san has taken to slapping kuroda-san’s ass and kuroda-san has taken to trying to murder him for it 😌
quite recently lol mtr’s album art was leaked ahead of the hangout stream in a post meant to advertise the fan meeting lol
british dice was a theory i didn’t pay attention to bc i kinda thought just the concept was dumb *wheeze* i think it had something to do with a mistranslation about dice’s father
the rest of that tier i have no fcking clue about lol
in a camera transition during the 9th live, someone’s desktop background was on screen instead of the yknow, livestreaming concert lmao
they got some ddb members to make choreography to move your body til you die!!! i tried i didn’t think it was too bad but the pace of the dance needed to be slowed down eventually lol
if this isn’t poking fun at sensei saying men should automatically know how to rap idk what that is lol
if there’s a trip the mtc seiyuu have taken that stands out from the others, i don’t know about it lol
the hypmic cafe that’s going on rn have these stickers??? standees??? for sale and someone stole all of samatoki’s LOL
#vee got an ask#mxxnlightluuca#don’t ask me for links for any of these lol i do not have any#i hope that proved my hypmic street cred enough lol 😌😌😌
59 notes
·
View notes
Text
Our Shattered Heart Interlude (Part 2.50) JP (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)
Loading Track 2 - Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight) by Abba (Johnathan Price One Shot). Called to base to finish up paperwork, you and your Captain spend some time together.
Warning: Possible OOC, Suggestive Content, fluff
Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.25, Part 2.75 Masterlist
Half-past twelve
And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone
How I hate to spend the evening on my own
Autumn winds
Blowing outside the window as I look around the room
And it makes me so depressed to see the gloom
It was dark on base by the time you got there. Price had called you to base to discuss some things with Laswell, trying to close up the intel work before you got back into missions. In common clothes, you padded into the rec room. The few people who were awake gave you nods and then went back to their activities. You felt good being back on base, even if it was just for the night.
You made it to your room around 11:00 pm. Johnny and Kyle had wanted to come back to base with you but Simon pulled them into intel work. You smile, you and Simon had fallen asleep in your bed and the man for once slept heavily, past your 9 am alarm and through your call with Price.
There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer
Soft words passed his mouth every once in a while causing you to giggle quietly. Price questioned you.
“Simon is asleep John.” The man on the other side of the phone chuckled, he turned in his work to lean back against his chair. He was happy he realized then. With you, his Lieutenant, Laswell for assigning this mission, hell even the intel for a moment. Your rushing out that night just cemented the boys' attachment to and claim of your heart.
“That's good, can you come to base tonight love? I want to finish up some work with you here.”
You hum an affirmative and John lets you go, waiting eagerly for you to arrive.
You are sorting through stuff when there is a knock at your door. You open it to find a Corporal, a woman a little younger than you, who had served a few missions under your command. She holds a bouquet with a Welcome Back! Ribbon and a bag. You cock your head but she gives you a hesitant smile before offering you the flowers. You then smile and step aside, inviting her in.
“Corporal Jennings.”
She eyes your room in wonder, knives (clearly) from the famous lieutenant are embedded in a target board. There are other souvenirs from your service both in America and with the 141. Truth be told, she thought you were one of the favorite Sergeants on base. When she heard about your injury she was worried but word got out you were returning soon, her friend had sent a message that night that Heart had returned so she was quick to bring something.
You go to your joined bathroom with Gaz and fill a vase with water. Returning, you find Jennings waiting by the table nervously. You nod to her to sit down.
“I don’t bite Corporal, I promise.” At that she exhales with a stuttered laugh, the tension finally draining from her body. You set the flowers at the center of the table, you take a seat across from her, and speak.
“How can I help you, Jennings?”
“You can call me Amanda, Sergeant,” she says “if you like!” You nod to her. You are happy she is comfortable with you. You enforce command when leading troops but comradery is important to you.
“Have you eaten?” She asks then. You shake your head and she excitedly pulls out some food. The smell emanates throughout the room and you take it in. There is a subtle spice that has your mouth watering.
“I heard you might be back today so I made some curry. I remembered you ordering some after the last mission.” She says it shyly and offers you one of two containers. You nod a smile quirking on your face as you take the container opening it to find a generous portion of rice and homemade curry.
She opens her own and offers you a spoon which you take with a hearty thanks. You take a bite and are in heaven. You hum a delightful note and Amanda smiles, her eyes brightening in a way. You smiled, she was really pretty but you shook the thought from your head.
“This is wonderful!”
“It is my wife’s recipe!”
You look at her nodding your pleasure.
“She's lucky to have you.” You say. It reminded you of Kyle’s cooking. The man often would cook for the five of you on missions.
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
She smiles brightly at the statement. She seems to think a moment before nodding.
“Thanks to you! The first mission I ran under you when you first came she and I met. It was you who partnered us together!”
You thought for a moment then it hit you! On that mission, you had paired Amanda with a dark-haired woman named Corporal Smith. The two had been eyeing each other and when they talked they got along swimmingly. You return her smile.
“I remember.” You say and she nods.
“It's been a few months and I have never been happier.” She says with a fond sigh, hand reaching to her dog tags to show you a silver and gold ring. You nod in appreciation and congratulate her.
Movie stars
Find the end of the rainbow with a fortune to win
It's so different from the world I'm living in
Tired of TV
I open the window and I gaze into the night
But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight
You spend most of the following hour just talking and enjoying her company. But as 12 soon hits she yawns and you pause the conversation.
“Time for bed?” You ask humor lacing your voice.
Amanda nods, collecting the empty container before standing. She gives another glance around your room, then sees a photo of you and the 141. She approaches it and examines it with a soft, knowing look. She then turns to you with that look.
“You and them huh?” She smiles, eyebrows raising in suggestion while you are put on the spot. However surprised, you don't sense anything but acceptance from her and you smile.
“Something like that.” Is all you manage while she nods.
“I understand, I am happy for you Sergeant!” She says it then turns to the door. You walk her to the door of your room and offer her a side hug. She takes it happily before opening the door and leaving with a fond ‘good night Sergeant.’
There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer
You stretch, wondering where your captain was, he had mentioned getting you. You admire the flowers. Sunflowers, a sign of loyalty, and yellow roses, meaning friendship. The smell of them is sweet as you take a sunflower and lay down in bed staring at the ceiling.
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
You hadn’t realized you'd dozed off until there was a knock at your door. You open your eyes, slip out of bed, and to the door, sunflower still in hand. You open the door to find Price. You open the door and step aside for him to enter but he just stares down at your hand, eyes tracing the golden orange hue of the sunflower. His eyes then scan your room, seeing the chairs moved and the bouquet.
Your eyes follow his and there is a sudden pit in your stomach when he wordlessly steps in and closes your door. He then looks down at you, eyes swirling. You reach for him but he grabs your hand instead, his other gently going to the small of your back to pull you closer. He leans into your ear.
“Who was here.” His voice is even, quiet. He wasn't happy but his feelings were more controlled than Simon's. You tuck your head against his chest and answer him.
“Corporal Jennings John, don’t worry she is married.” You look up to him, he holds you close for a second longer before pulling away. His fingers take the sunflower, eyes looking from it to you. He then walks over to the table returning the flower to the others. He then turns back to you.
“Can you work tonight or do we need to sleep.” He asks eyes taking in your room. You shake your head, a little shy with him in your room.
“I can work tonight.”
He nods and then notices your bag. He reaches for and shoulders it.
“Come on dear.”
He leads you out of the room, softly shutting your door and passing down the hall. You walk in comfortable silence before reaching his office. He unlocks the door and allows you to enter the familiar space. Locking the door behind him he offers you his shower. You nod and enter the connected bedroom.
Captain Price’s room is neat, expectidly, and like yours, there are little bits of him scattered around. You drop your guard here smiling at the photos of you and the others next to his bed. He enters after you, setting your stuff on the couch at the other end of the room. He then noticed you in Simon’s shirt. You had taken one and tied it up after Simon and the boys left, finding the cotton and smell of him comforting. You approach your bag and ruffle through your stuff, grabbing a toiletries bag and letting John show you the bathroom.
As you shower John takes a seat in his office. His eyes catch the transfer forms and he frowns something rearing in his chest.
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
John sat with a glass of Brandy as Simon lounged in a chair across from him. You, Gaz, and Soap were back at the apartment running sources while Ghost slipped away to tackle the real threat, your transfer.
Laswell had put him in contact with someone in America Marine intelligence, where your intel was being shared. The man had regarded Price with high honor after all the 141 had done.
“What can I do for you, Captain.” John stands, and Simon, looks up, unmasked.
“Please call me John. It’s about Sergeant Heart.”
The line goes quiet then he gives an affirmative, listening.
“I want them to remain on the task force,” John says like an order and the line is quiet.
“Their intel has been invaluable but the orders are coming from higher up than I can reach.”
John grits his teeth. The other man seems to sense it and returns with a quick,
“I understand, Laswell explained the situation, John. She has saved my ass so many times, I will see what I can do. I’ll be in touch.” With that the line ends and John’s tense shoulders draw back a little bit.
Simon stands up and rounds the desk, he pulls John in for a steady kiss. Parting Simon speaks,
“Have some faith in Laswell, Captain.”
Price’s thoughts are interrupted by you entering the office in shorts and a sleep shirt. His eyes take in your legs with a light. He shuffles the transfer form under the stack, eyes meeting yours. Your hair is wet and skin dewy from your skincare and the steam from the shower. He turns to some of the intel forms from the village and you both sit down and begin to work in silence.
There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer
The clock reaches an early 4:23 am when John looks up from his work studying your focused face. He calls your name softly and you look up. The moment reminds you of other nights and you stand. You turn to the coffee machine and start to habitually make tea. The moment hits John then. When had he realized he loved you?
A moment like this, he thinks with a fond smile. He stands as you soon bring two glasses of Chamomile tea, his lightly sweetened like he likes it. He takes it from you but sets it and your glass aside. You cock your head at him but he takes you and turns you around to sit you on the desk. Your head comes up to about his shoulder and he then leans into you his hands bracing on either side of you.
You take in his face, between your wild night and now he had shaved. You run a hand over the remaining stubble and John’s eyes darken.
“I love you.” It is you who whispers it like a guarded secret and John's heart hammers in his chest.
“Love, I -” He hadn’t expected it, but steps between your legs and finally kisses you. The kiss is sweet, his hands reaching into your hair. You hook your arms around his neck deepening the kiss. You both part breathless before a soulful laugh leaves your lips and you tuck into John’s neck inhaling the smell of smoke and his cologne. Many late nights you wanted nothing more than to embrace him and now here you were.
His mind drifts back to the transfer and his hold on you tightens. He runs a hand down your body and over your leg, you rumble at the contact.
“Is this ok Love?” John asks as his right hand sits on your thigh, you nod against his chest, cherishing the contact. His hand spreads out engulfing your thigh and he holds himself up with his left.
“Pretty thing.” He mutters it into your shoulder, the sleep shirt exposes some of your neck and collarbone. John brushes a kiss there as you wrap your arms around him. He can almost feel your sleepiness as he chuckles.
“Come on Lovie.” His hands brace under your thighs before he gently lifts you and carries you against his chest into his bedroom. His ability to swipe you up does something to you, and you press an appreciative kiss to his neck. He groans, settling you down on the edge of the bed and kneeling in front of you. He fondly your jaw as you pull your head back. You look at him with half-lidded but mirthful eyes.
“See something you like.” His head turns down towards you a sharpish look in his eye. He is humored but aware of your effect on him.
“Watch it.” He warns half-heartedly, but you instead choose to trace your hand up the arms that hold yours feeling his muscle flex under your touch. He looks at you longingly and pulls back to stand up, your eyes following then widening as John removes his shirt. You take him in as he runs a hand through his hair. He wears his dog tags, the metal gleaming in the lamplight. But it is his form that catches your eye. Not unlike all of the men Price has muscle, abs etched into his skin but it is the body fat that has you sighing appreciatively. You run a hand to his chest as John’s eyes glitter in the low light. You want to drown in them.
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
John’s control is legendary, with rage, sorrow, or jealousy. But the sight of you in his bed works its way through him and his heart. Your eyes softly on him he surges forward and meets your lips in a heated kiss. You move backward as he stands then joins you on the bed. His knee goes between your thighs as he traces open-mouthed kisses to the side of your mouth and down your jaw.
“John,” his name comes out as a whisper and it only fuels the fire in the pit of his stomach, he nips then at your jaw, smirking when you gasp underneath him. He parts from you with a breathy, deep laugh.
“Always imagined you ending up here.” You blush at his comment before a smart smirk, You wrap your arms around his neck and yank him down, and he stumbles falling onto your body. You press a heated kiss to his neck then bite, John curses under his breath. Arousal pooling, he feels you kiss the hollow of his neck tenderly before you tuck your head underneath his. John rolls you both over onto your sides. He pulls the covers up and wraps an arm around you. You look up into his eyes to find him with the softest look you have ever seen from him.
He kisses the side of your head then murmurs into your ear,
“I love you too dear.”
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
End Track - Taglist:
@ghostlythots, @00ops1e, @rafaelacallinybbay, @iloveslasher, @character---obsessed
, @ashy-kit, @fruitymoonbeams-blog, @my-amazing-nerdyness, @star-struck-universe, @br0ken-rec0rds
, @buckysjuicyplums, @cod-z
#fanfiction#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#john soap mactavish#john soap mactavish x reader#soap x reader#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz x reader#john mactavish x reader#john price x reader#protective price#poly 141#cod mw2 2022 fanfic#simon ghost riley#cod mw2 2022#simon riley#priceghost#captain johnathan price#captain price x reader#captain john price x reader#john price x you#price x reader#john price cod
91 notes
·
View notes
Text
From No One to Someone
Wakatoshi Ushijima x Fem! Reader
If he is ooc I am sorry!! Please don't come after me
Warnings: umm Ushi-kun might be ooc. Nothing else comes to mind really
Synopsis: You and Ushi-kun have known each other since middle school but never interacted, until he was stuck on some of the problems on an assignment. Sharing lunches and walking together.
Word Count: 819
—————————————————————————
—————————————————————————
Today, you were walking to class peacefully with your mind distracted by your crush, Wakatoshi Ushijima. You knew him since Junior high, but you never had the courage to go up to him and speak. He was handsome, tall, and built like a bodybuilder. You looked at yourself thinking you weren't made for him.
But you were so wrong.
Ushijima just made it to class, waiting for class to start. He looked up to see you walk in the classroom. And you made this boy very much turn a crimson red, but he always hid it from everyone. He thought you were smart, sweet, beautiful, and just a perfect doll. He wanted to approach you, but he thought you might be terrified by him.
But he was so wrong.
That day, the teacher assigned an assignment that was very hard. You, being an excellent student, managed to get all of it with ease.Ushijima was sort of confused. At this point he was getting a bit irritated. He looked to see that you got up and turned it in with the teacher. He was always the first one to finish, no matter the subject. He felt his blood boil of fury. Why did y/n turn this assignment before him? She couldn't have gotten it better than him. He paid attention in class and never got distracted, while you would at times fall asleep or doze off in class.
“Do you need help?” You offered.
You realized how he furrowed his brows. How he looked stressed. Sure he had that face always, but you read him perfectly. You didn't want him to struggle at all and decided to approach him to help. To your question, you only received a nod from the powerful ace. You sat down next to him and began explaining it all to him. He nodded and did it with ease then.
“You are a good teacher.” Was all he said to you.
You looked at him. You weren't expecting a word from him at all. Did he really think that? Was he only being nice? “Do you really think that Ushijima-kun?”
He nodded in reply. Oh how good it felt to him when you called him Ushijima-kun. He wants to keep talking with you. And maybe go out sometime. Of course when he didn't have volleyball practice. It was his passion.
“Thank you Ushijima-kun.” You turned your head away so he didn't see your face tint a tiny hue.
He gave you one of those rare smiles of his and went back to having that stoic face. You have never experienced such a thing. It was like a special thing only for you. You will now cherish it in your heart forever.
The next day, you and Ushijima are having lunch together. You packed (favorite food) and he packed some rice and curry. You gave him some to see what he thought about it. He grabbed it with the chopsticks and plopped it into his mouth. It was very delicious! He has never eaten such food in his life. “So you like it?”
“Yes!” His face turned as red as Tendou’s hair.
He wants to keep eating it with no stop. He grabbed some more and ate it. You giggle at his shining eyes. He blushed ever more profoundly. He wasn't expecting you to giggle at his antics. “Sorry.” He looked down in embarrassment.
“Oh it's okay. Here grab more if you want some.” You pushed the bento box toward him.
He started to eat more of the scrumptious food from the box of yours. He munched it and he stretched it out to you. “Here l/n-san, you can have some of mine.”
“Oh, thanks Ushijima-kun!” You exclaimed.
Days have passed by and you and Ushijima decide to walk to school together. You look around you to see that everything seems sweet and calm. How could you ever tell Ushijima you love him? Does he feel the same towards you?
You start at the ground and see beautiful flowers on the grass. Ushijima looks at you to see how beautiful you look. How could he tell you how much he adored your smile? How could he ever say all the things he thought?
Ushijima came out of his train of thoughts and he picked a flower. He placed it behind your ear. “I don't know how to explain this l/n-san. I don't truly know how to explain feelings. I feel as if I find it hard to breathe with you around and I-”
You interrupted him with a soft, delicate kiss on his lips. His eyes widened in shock. He wasn't expecting this, but he let it go and he closed his eyes and kissed you softly back. You both separated and were blushing like crazy. “I feel the same Ushijima-kun!” You smiled.
And that was the last time you called him Ushijima-kun.
______________________________________________
All rights reserved copyright ©
ennoshitas-princess
Please DO NOT repost on any other platform!!
Reblogs are acceptable
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#Shiratorizawa#ushijima wakatoshi#haikyuu wakatoshi#wakatoshi ushijima#wakatoshi ushijima x reader#ushijima x reader#writting#writers on tumblr#fan fiction#reader x character#x reader#You should have gone to Shiratorizawa#one shots#one shot#happy valentine's day#female reader#x fem!reader#x female y/n#x female reader
75 notes
·
View notes
Text
still can’t draw anything new so i’m resorting to posting old art / throwaway sketches i never shared I GUESS
+ my modern pre-twst au
baby jamil and baby yuusha ;;; and modern high school au currynoodlsss ,,,
#these are months old 🧍#and didn't like these enough to post before#but uhhh#they're not BAD i think#so i guess here they are now out in the wild idk ;;;#literally i cant draw ANY of them consistently smh 😔#and jamil feels ooc lmao it is what it is 😤#[—✦-#-✧ my art#twst art#twisted wonderland#twst#twst oc x canon#jamil viper#jamiyuu#jamil x yuu#twst yuu#twst yuusona#(💜) yuusha#(💜) curry noodles#pretwst💜#-✦—]
121 notes
·
View notes
Text
-((Yes I am doing one of these update posts again. I haven't forgotten any of you I promise. I have just been busy and still dealing with my shoulder.
-I also pneumonia last month and ended up in the hospital for a few days thanks to it. Sadly it did not get much better, the day after I came home from the hospital one of my dogs died. So I have been dealing with that along with my pt.
-I miss you all and am seriously wanting my shoulder to hurry up and heal so it is easier to use it.))
3 notes
·
View notes
Note
can I request a modern time zhongli x reader age gap trope where in the reader is 22 and zhongli is 31, it's like a CEO x secretary scenerio almost like a sugar daddy kind of relationship but a wholesome one, it could be suggestive but not smut
Rainy Day Curry
A/N: This is a long one, and you can tell where I got hungry and very invested and lonely, I also struggled with the sugar daddy part but I did add a little bit to introduce the dynamic because I don't work with it a lot but I hope this answers your ask Iand that this fills you with warmth reading it the way it did writing it.
Modern! CEO Zhongli x Modern Assistant F! Reader
(Facial features, body shape, and skin color are not mentioned and any readers who may align with her/her or she/they are welcome to this work of Fanfiction)
Warnings: Rain a lot of rain, OOC Zhongli (For like two seconds), Cats, Cheesy movies (The Princess Bride), spoilers (The Princess Bride), falling in love, Tumblr being toxic and gaslighting me about character limits, Good food that will make you hungry, Pure fluff, Sharing a bed.
Song recs: (It's been a) Long Long Time by Kitty Kallen, Come Away With Me by Norah Jones, Sunrise by Norah Jones, La Foule by Edith Piaf, Bygone Days by Joe Hisaishi, The Time Of Cherries by Tokiko Kato
What kind of chocolate would Zhongli be? Dark chocolate with caramel filling and sea salt on top of course.
Cold fall rain pours on the tall buildings. Cars driving down the wet streets, you type out a document on your monitor the light illuminating the barely lit room, only a few lamps that cast a warm orange glow across the room keeping the atmosphere from being uncanny, you sip hot tea from the mug its calming aroma wafting through your senses providing warmth through your bones. Your boss works on the other side of a big burnt umber door with gold embellishments. He is currently meeting with Ningguang CEO of Jade Chamber Bank or JCB for short, you put the mug down and stretch your arms above your head looking over at the time 2:57 PM, eighteen minutes until the meeting is over then you can go home.
You sigh and finish your tea, standing from your chair letting your legs stretch and wake up for a moment, then walking towards the kitchen to wash your cup placing it on the drying rack. You hear Zhongli’s voice as he opens the door for Ningguang “When should we meet again for the finalizing?” She inquires “I would discuss that with my secretary she knows when I have a free day.” He hums peeking his head out the door to see if you’re there “Very well then, It was pleasant seeing you again Mr. Zhongli” You walk back into the room as Ningguang goes to leave “It was nice meeting you Ma’am have a good afternoon” you say nodding your head towards her, she sends you a smile “Nice meeting you as well secretary” she waves her hand back at you her gold heels clicking on the marble floors towards the door and walking into the hallway. You smile at the woman her confidence radiating wherever she goes, you go to head back to your desk but Zhongli’s silky voice stops you “Can you come in here for a moment?” “Yes sir” You Respond walking towards his office he holds the door open for you, and you walk over only for you to plop down in one of the comfy seats in front of his desk. He sits in his office chair his amber eyes focusing on you as he laces his fingers together and his elbows on his desk “I have a proposal for you” he hums “Oh? And that is?” You ask genuinely curious. “I need a companion of sorts” he looks away from you ‘Is he embarrassed?’ you wonder “What kind of companion?” tilting your head to the side and slightly raising a brow he takes in a deep breath “I need you to be my girlfriend” he admits his eyes meeting yours, you feel your face heat “Mr. Zhongli t-that's widely unprofessional” you look down at your palms “Wait before you assume” he puts a hand up “I simply need you to help me out for a few weeks, I need to stop relieve some stress” his voice remains steady “It’ll come with pay” his eyes making you nervous as you look at him “Can I have time to mull it over?” you ask looking at the clock on the wall 3:15 PM “Yes, please give me your answer as soon as possible so I can have time to prepare” he sighs. You agree and quickly slip out of his office pressing against the cold wood of the door.
You sit back down at your desk, the rain pattering the only thing making noise. You try to get as much work done as possible but your mind is swimming, but you come up with your answer. You stand up and walk to his office door knocking on the wood “Come in” his smooth voice resonates, you step in and your ears perk up at the soft jazz he plays from his small speaker “I have made my decision.” “Oh?” He looks up his eyes gaze curiously at you “I have agreed.”
He grabs your hand his wide gloved palm and slender fingers warming your cold hand, he shifts the umbrella so it covers you more “Mr- I mean dear there is no reason to do that” his shoulder getting the blunt of water “It is quite fine love” His warm eyes stare at you “I- we can just go to my apartment it’s only two blocks away” You invite as Zhongli tightens his hold “Fine if you think that is best” you were originally going to dinner for publicity but it began pouring and you refuse to get sick any less Zhongli. You bring him to your apartment building, close the red umbrella, and walk into the elevator clicking your floor. The tan walls and black rails give Zhongli nostalgia like staying in a nice hotel out in Fontaine, he watches as you dig into your purse for your keys pulling them out of some hidden pocket “I wish they would just give us some damn pockets on our pants” he hears you groan making him chuckle under his breath, you send a playful glare his way zipping your purse back up. You stand in silence as the elevator finally approaches your floor opening the doors, “Ladies first” he hums placing his hand on your lower back noticing the reddening of your cheeks.
You stride into the hallway and find your door unlocking the door, and stepping in. Zhongli closes the door behind him taking off his shoes and placing his wallet and keys in the basket where you put yours “I’ll go find you a sweater, feel free to make yourself at home” you call as you walk further into your apartment, He looks around at the pictures hung on the wall, the nice but cluttered kitchen, the small dining table pushed up against the big window next to the balcony door, the living room with a few plants in the windows. You come back holding a black and beige sweater and a pair of black pants, you also now wear a fluffy hoodie with white pet hair on it and a pair of shorts also covered in pet hair “Here this should fit you, oh let me hang that up to dry for you” You trade off the clothes and you disappear into your bathroom hanging it up in the closet where you dried your clothes and kept your towels “Alright bathroom is yours” you hum walking into the living room “Thank you” Zhongli walks past you as you pick up the clutter from the coffee table, he closes the door and undoes his tie and his undershirt hanging it up on a hanger next to his coat as well, he unfolds the sweater and pulls it on doing the same with the pants. He takes off his gloves and his hair tie and puts it in his coat pocket combing through his hair, he hears you turn off the weather channel to see when it’ll stop. He walks out “How is the weather looking?” he asks stepping up beside you and noticing a small white cat on your lap “It won’t stop raining until later tonight, I can drive you home if you’d like” you offer looking up at him, blushing slightly as you admire his long hair now free from that tight ponytail “Do you want me to go home?” he questions “No of course not, it’s just well, I- to be honest I hate being alone on rainy nights” you pet your cat as she purrs louder, Zhongli tilts your chin to look at him “Then I’ll stay” you nod “Well I don’t have much in my fridge, and we haven’t eaten yet. How about we order something?” You offer, and pick up your phone much to your cat's dislike “Sure, since our plans have been foiled, what do you suggest?” He hums “Pfft, you make this sound like we are plotting villains or something” You chuckle “But I do know this good Sumeru curry place that does take out” You pat the seat next to you for him to come sit. He smiles and does so, your cat surprising him by stretching and finding a place in his lap “What’s her name?” he asks scratching under her chin “Lettie it’s a character from Howl’s Moving Castle” you sigh stroking her long soft fur, he feels you lean against his arm “Here are the options you can get” Zhongli feels a warmth spread through his chest at the simple act he watches as you scroll through the menu recommending your favorites “How about this one?” He points to one that looks very good “I was thinking of that one too” you hum leaning your head on his shoulder, you call the restaurant and place your order with some butter and garlic naan on the side.
You grab the remote “What should we watch?” you inquire “You pick, dear” he looks at your expression watching as your face pinkens at the nickname “Are you all right with Princess Bride?” Zhongli surprises himself as he lets out a laugh “I never thought you’d be into that kind of movie” he exhales in contentment Lettie’s tail moving in disruption you chuckle with him “I am gonna go grab a blanket I’ll be back” you stand up and go into your bedroom coming back with a fluffy weighted blanket you turn down the lights and turn on a lamp that casts a comfy orange light setting a warm and romantic atmosphere, Zhongli lifts the cat so you can slip some of the blanket on his lap you switch on the movie.
There's a knock on the door “Let me get it” Zhongli whispers “Okay, let me pause the movie” You sit up from his chest and grab the remote pushing pause. Zhongli slips off of the couch and to the door grabbing his wallet and handing the man a ten-dollar tip “Thanks man, stay warm” the guy says “You as well” Zhongli hums closing the door, bag of food in his hands he walks into the kitchen and sees your already there with two bowls, a plate, and silverware all waiting “Would you like some water or anything?” you question grabbing two mugss from a cupboard “Do you have tea?” “Mhmm, I have Green, Jasmine, or Earl Grey” You look through your lazy susan “Green, please” You put the bag on the counter, filling up your kettle with water and putting it on its stand so it can heat. Zhongli washes his hands the aroma of lemon and mint resting on his hands, he walks over and puts the curry into the bowls and the naan and rice on the plate, he hears the kettle beep, and as you start steeping the tea. He looks back over his shoulder letting the gentleness of it all fill his heart with warmth, he walks over to you “Can I hold you?” he whispers into your ear “If you want to” he quickly wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face into your neck your hair ticking his ears “Are you alright?” you inquire “I realized it’s been so long since I’ve held someone like this” even if it was for pretend he can pretend with you. His hot breath warms the cold spot on your neck your heart swells at the sweetness of the moment, like sitting by the heater on a snowy day reading with hot chocolate and cookies. You lean into him “I could get used to this” you mumble focusing on the tea, you hear your cat run down the hallway the little jingling bell on her collar announcing when she is nearby, and her little “Mrow?” and trills when she can’t find you or feels left out. You snort as she runs into the kitchen weaving between both of your kegs “Is it dinner time Lettie?” you tease your wide smile making your speech slur a little, Zhongli presses a kiss behind your ear unwrapping himself from you “Thanks I needed that” he clears his throat “Any time” you hum “Do you want me to feed her?” he asks picking up her food bowl “If you would that would be great, it’s in the fridge second shelf purple can.”
You both sit back down on the couch and resume your movie, shoveling the hot food in your mouths scratching that persistent itch as the curry fulfills your cravings.
In the end, Westly gets Buttercup, Inigo, and Fezzik are close friends, everyone lives happily, and the boy has a wonderful memory with his grandpa.
"Let's head to bed" you yawn "Where am I sleeping?" he yawns himself "Don't be silly, there's enough room in my bed for the both of us." "That woul-" he tries to interject "It's my job" He sighs but smiles and follows you.
And now two people and a cat cuddling under soft blankets as cold fall rain patters against the glass.
#x reader#zhongli#genshin zhongli#zhongli x you#zhongli x reader#genshin liyue#modern au#fluff#CEO Zhongli
65 notes
·
View notes
Note
https://eldritch-spouse.tumblr.com/post/728025627909881856/speaking-of-tim-curry-whenever-cero-talks-it
I'm another anon and "Emperor Nefarious"!?!? God, I love Nefarious both Emperor Nefarious and Dr.Nefarious. He is my favourite villain of all time, love this goofy mf. But, if I were Cero's queen I would not be able to take him seriously when he speaks to me, I would look like a giggling child holding back their laugh all the time.
Also, just after reading that, Cero doing this ( https://youtu.be/pzzGKtBXaNY?t=436 [7:16-7:23] (beware, the video is all spoilers)) silly dance popped in my mind. Like, idk, maybe doing that after making his queen-to-be sign the contract after SO many hours on a far away room alone. (it's ooc, ik, but I can't control my brain farts)
I know, right? Nefarious doesn't get enough love, if you ask me. Too bad all versions of him are an absolute cunt to draw. I don't need to look at that timestamp to know exactly what you're talking about.
Cero does have a celebration alone, he needs to leave the room and go scream, maybe kick something out of the room, grab his imp by her horns and nearly break them off.
He did it. HE DID IT.
People will rot with jealousy till the end of time. He's truly become perfect now. All because of you.
46 notes
·
View notes
Text
Leon x psychic reader headcannons
this is my first request, submitted by @toku-red19! i'd like to thank you so so much for your request. and i'd like to apologize for how long it took to post this.
the request: Can you so some headcanons of leon dating a gn/male reader who has psychic abilities and has a mewtwo,deoxys and a shiney genesect as their Guardian who were given to them as a gift from their grandfather
content includes: gn!reader, they/them pronouns, no y/n, no reader body description, might be ooc since it's been a while since I played swsh
Leon would meet psychic!reader after losing his title as champion of the Galar region.
I like to think he eventually settles down a bit. Moving back to Postwick to be by his mom and Hop again. But that in no way means he stops his training. He’s still just as impassioned by pokemon. He’s just taking a bit more time to spend doing other things.
And that’s how he meets psychic!reader! He’d be out helping his mom with her shopping. (I like to think he’s a mama’s boy.) And he’d accidentally bump into you. He’d apologize, and you’d ask for directions to Spikemuth. (Though he accidentally gives you incorrect directions.)
After your brief first encounter with the former champ, the two of you just keep bumping into each other. Sometimes it's on the occasion you travel back to Postwick and he’s home, but it mostly happens when you’re both out on the road. Mostly at the poke centers, the two of you making polite conversation as you wait for your pokemon to get patched up. (Ignore how fast healing pokemon is in game, we’re going by anime rules for this bit.)
It doesn’t take long for Leon to notice your psychic abilities, you don’t really try to hide it. At first he’d just stand there, wide eyed as he sees you levitating an item your hands were too full to carry. Once he snaps out of it, he’d ask some questions. LIke, what's the heaviest thing you can levitate, can you read minds, can you see the future, and so on and so forth. If you chuckle at any of his questions and tell him no, you can’t see the future. He’ll blush and apologize if his questions were stupid.
After that, he starts making more of an effort to talk to you. Afterall, it’s not every day you meet a psychic.
And that’s how he learns about your family’s legacy. A long line of people honing their psychic abilities alongside their pokemon. And how some of the pokemon on your team were given to you by your grandfather. A very strong pokemon master who had spent years training these powerful and rare pokemon, and gave them to you to keep you safe on your travels.
After learning this, Leon immediately asks you for a pokemon battle. Jumping at the opportunity to go against such a formidable opponent.
The battle lasts a long time, ending in a tie. The sting of defeat leaves Leon with a burning determination to best you. To claim victory, against his new rival.
After that, Leon starts to seek you out. Challenging you to another pokemon battle, only for it to end in a tie again and again. Then the two of you head to the nearest poke center to heal your pokemon and let them rest. Then ending the day by camping with each other. Laughing by the fire as the curry cooks, and both your pokemon playing with each other.
Soon the line between rivals and….. something else starts to blur. You two start training side by side. Giving advice on how to strengthen your pokemon, and encouraging each other to keep going even when you get tired. Soon it becomes every night that you two camp together. The space between you as you sit by the fire becomes smaller and smaller. But you still never close the space. Still leaving just that little bit of room between you. So close yet not quite touching.
Then fate decides to intervene. Or more accurately, mother nature decides that you two only need one tent. Blowing away Leon’s tent after he forgot to anchor it down with the metal stakes. So instead of leaving the poor fool to sleep outside, you let him sleep in your tent. Afterall, it's big enough for two people to sleep in without touching….. right?
And that is how things started. Sharing a quiet goodnight before going to bed on opposite ends of the hard cold floor of the tent. But you wake up feeling warm, your cheek pressed something soft. Obviously, your sleeping self has far less inhibitions than normal you. So you wake up in Leon’s arms, your head resting on his chest. And needless to say, you two officially crossed the line from rivals, to something so much better.
#leon pkmn#leon swsh#swsh leon x reader#leon x reader#leon pokemon#pokemon swsh#pokemon sword and shield#pokemon#x reader headcanons#x gn!reader#baby's first fic
9 notes
·
View notes
Note
alright, I'm still not sure of how these characters are, but I'm really excited about them! Please feel free to ignore this ask if its ooc: about Maverick feeling pretty wretched a day, but not sure if he should speak up on this, since its not very manly of him, only to end up getting sick at the most inconvenient time?
introductory (sorta) fic! woo! B, thank you so much for the request. it was completely it character too! this was so fun and i pumped it out so fast bc i was so excited to write it so forgive any spelling errors and such.. hope u enjoy!
﹌﹌﹌
Maverick should have never opened his eyes. He should have never sat up and he definitely should never have gotten out of bed. Alas, the pull of responsibility dragged him out of his paradise of duvet covers and pillows and forced him take the most miserable shower of his life as well as scarf down a nauseating breakfast of Cap’n Crunch and milk that tasted a few days past the expiration date. The day had already been off to a horrible start, and he didn’t anticipate it getting any better.
He should have known something was up when the previous night, he couldn’t stomach his leftover curry and went to bed earlier than normal. Then, he had passed it off as exhaustion from the long day of classes. He was starting to think it was something a bit more sinister.
For starters, his head pounded like it had never before in his life. Goosebumps appeared all along his broad shoulders and arms as he chafed away the odd chill that clung to him. Despite this, he was sweating buckets, evident by the dark gray stains under his arms and around his neck.
The worst of it, though, had to be his stomach.
It churned and roiled like some kind of lava pit from hell. Every slight movement threatened to send him over the edge, and with it the meager breakfast he choked down. It cramped and twisted and he felt more nauseous than he ever remembered feeling.
But he was fine.
He could handle this. He could “be a man.”
He couldn’t uproot every plan he had just because of a stomach ache.
So that is how he ended up in his current predicament. Biking to his schools hockey rink in the pouring rain while feeling like he was going to lose his lunch at the slightest pebble under his tire.
Usually he caught a ride with his teammate Cameron, who swing by to pick up both him and his roommate Laurie up for practice. For some reason or another, Cameron must not have been able to pick them up that day and so Maverick had to resort to his trusty bike he’d had since junior year of high school.
Laurie was long gone when Maverick had woken up, ever the early riser. He vaguely remembered Laurie mentioning something about 6am office hours, but Maverick didn’t have the energy to try and decipher the memory. He was preoccupied with more pressing matters. Like the fact that he felt like he was spinning in a teacup ride despite simply biking along the smooth sidewalk on the university campus.
After a few more minutes, he pulled up to the building and fastened his bike to the bike rack, but the movement of bending down to scramble the keypad on the bike lock irritated his stomach, causing him to press a fist to his mouth and muffle a burp.
Just for a minute, he allowed himself to express his misery. He let out a soft groan of pain as he braced himself in the seat of his bike and doubled over. He wanted nothing more than to just be back home, in his bed, sleeping off whatever this stomach bug from hell was.
He couldn’t do that, though. He needed to tough it out. He’d been doing it since he was young. He needed to be able to get through practice.
He pulled himself together and walked into the ice rink, sighing lightly under his breath.
As he walked in, he was met with a pair of brown eyes and a messy head of red hair waiting for him at the entrance with crossed arms.
“We we’re all waiting for you, Mav. You’re a whole fifteen minutes late. Coach is NOT happy,” Laurie said, clad in his jersey.
“Yeah yeah, I know.. I’m sorry.. I got caught up in the rain,” Maverick mumbled, making his way towards the lockers to grab his helmet and jersey and sticks.
“That, or you just slept in again, and you’re trying to make excuses,” Kurt muttered, throwing a half-hearted glare toward Mav.
Maverick ignored him. In fact, he couldn’t focus on any of them at the moment. His stomach twisted sourly, and he discreetly bent over to try and soothe the ache. He really didn’t feel good. To top things off, he was almost positive he was running a fever now, because despite being soaked from the rain, he felt pulses of sweat and dizziness overtake him. He wanted to be home. He wanted to be home so he could lay down and rest and he couldn’t imagine having to practice for 4 hours straight and he—
“Mav? You okay?” Laurie stood in front of him, apparently trying to snap him out of whatever fevered daze consumed him.
“Yeah.. yeah I’m alright, just uh… I’m still kinda waking up..” He said with a soft laugh. He didn’t meet Laurie’s eyes.
He couldn’t let his teammates see him like this, even if they were his closest friends. What would they think of him if they knew he was this weak, and couldn’t even push past a little illness. He’d be humiliated. They’d all ridicule him. He didn’t want that.
Laurie frowned skeptically, but he decided to leave it alone for the time being.
He absentmindedly changed into his uniform with a new resolve to just get through practice without utterly embarrassing himself. He laced up his skates and grabbed his sticks and made his way to the ice.
The rest of practice was a blur of drills and agility exercises and cardio that made Maverick want to bury himself in a hole and die. He felt horrible. Every sharp and fast movement made him feel like his belly was pushing its way into his throat. He had to stop for more water breaks than usual, but he didn’t even drink any water because he knew putting anything inside of him would end horribly.
It go so bad that at one point, he was so dizzy he nearly fell over trying to rejoin the group after one of his many water breaks.
Cameron was the one who walked over to steady him.
“What’s up with you man? You’re off your game today,” Cameron said half-jokingly, dragging Maverick back to the center of the rink.
Maverick just shrugged and continued the drills with the rest of the team.
To his credit, he managed to get through almost all of practice without incident. Almost.
It was the second to last set of drills Coach was making them do when Maverick felt a wave of nausea more pressing and intense than any he felt earlier in the day.
He faltered in one of the steps, and he skated off to the side as he doubled over and braced himself on his knees. He took in deep breaths through his nose, trying to will away the nausea, but this time it wasn’t budging. He knew he didn’t have much time. Laurie must have figured it out too, but suddenly he was being lead away from the rink and sat on one of the benches on the sidelines.
He let out a pathetic whimper and slapped a hand over his mouth when he felt his body lurch. He really really didn’t want to be sick here. Not in front of all these people. Tears sprung to his eyes and made him feel exponentially worse. Not only was he about to lose his breakfast in front of his team, but now he was crying in front of them too.
“Shh.. it’s alright dude.. Just breathe, okay? If you’re gonna be sick, you’re gonna be sick. No point in fightin’ it..” Laurie murmured beside him.
Maverick shook his head stubbornly, but his body clearly had had enough.
He pitched forward with a heave and at first, nothing came out. After a few seconds, a sickly burp brought up a wave of watery vomit that splattered on the synthetic rubber between his feet.
Maverick whimpered and he coughed up another mouthful of vomit, dangerously falling forward.
He was caught by a hand on his shoulder and a palm to his forehead that dramatically snapped away.
“Maverick! You burning up! Why the hell didn’t you say anything, you could have passed out or something!” Laurie yelped, patting Maverick back.
“I didn’t—“ Maverick muffled a burp into his fist before continuing. “I felt fine.. I can handle it.. it’s all.. it’s fine..”
“Like hell you are. We’re getting you home. Did you drive here?”
Maverick shook his head. “Biked.”
“In this rain?! Jesus christ Mav, no wonder you feel so shitty!”
As if to emphasize the point, Maverick leaned forward with a hiccup and brought up a small amount of puke, but his body had mostly run out of things to expel. The nausea was still relentless though, and. the fever sweats were worsening by the minute.
“Cam! Can I borrow your car? I’m gonna get this idiot back to his dorm. He biked here and I don’t think he has it in him to bike back,” Laurie yelled out towards the rest of the team, who were watching the situation with respectful distance.
Cameron said something, but Maverick wasn’t listening. An ugly feeling was festering deep within him. He didn’t need to be infantilized like this. Why couldn’t he just man up and deal with his problems on his own? He didn’t need to be taken care of like this. He was fine.
Cameron tossed his keys to Laurie, and Laurie slid an arm under Maverick’s shoulder to help him up, but Maverick lightly shoved him off.
“I can walk on my own.. I’m fine Laurie, you don’t need to stick around..” The words seemed mean, but Maverick said them with no venom. He just sounded like a wounded puppy, if anything.
“Mav.. it’s fine.. don’t worry about it so much, alright? You’re sick. You’re miserable. Let someone lighten the load. You’d do the same thing for me.” Laurie said softly, out of earshot of anyone else.
Maverick felt a lump in his throat grow at the sentiment. This was what it felt like to be cared for unconditionally. He could see now that Laurie wasn’t looking for ways to take advantage of his weakness or make fun of him. He genuinely wanted to help. He actually cared about him, and wanted to make things just a little bit easier on him.
He tilted his head down so Laurie wouldn’t catch the tears that slid down his fevered cheeks. The fever had to be getting to him. It had to be.
Laurie pulled Maverick’s arm around his shoulder and lead him to the parking lot outside the rink.
“Alright big guy.. let’s get you home.”
#my ocs <3#maverick miller#laurie callaghan#emeto#sickfic#fever#writing#i know it might seem otherwise but laurie and maverick are actually not going to be romantically involved#this fic is pure bromance#i love them though#mav is so cute like aww poor little guy#i only proofread it once so again i apologize for typos
32 notes
·
View notes
Text
Violet*Dayz - Intro
Hey there! We're Violet*Dayz!
The best band ever!
Really?
Come on~ It's true!
I-I'm not so sure about that...
Guys...this is an introduction video. So INTRODUCE YOURSELVES.
R-Right!
I'll start! Kimura Fuyumi, third year at Miya Girls and leader of Violet*Dayz! I sing and play bass! Birthday is January 12, and...wait, what else do I say?
*sigh*...You're the leader. You should know.
S-Sorry!
Just say your...hobbies, dislikes, and some other random thing and pass the camera along!
O-Okay! I enjoy singing and dislike spiders! My favorite food is takoyaki, and my least favorite food is tomatoes! Your turn, Sumire!
Okie dokie! I'm Sumire Takahashi! Second year at Miya Girls and the drummer of Violet*Dayz! Birthday is...April 1st! Hehe, I must have been quite the April Fools prank...except I wasn't a prank! My favorite food is VANILLA CAKE and my least favorite food is anything bitter! I love drawing, and HATE writing!
Hate is a strong word, Sumi-chan.
What? Writing hurts my hands!
Let's just continue. I'm Keiko Kobayashi, third year at Miya, and I'm the guitarist. I was born August 5th. I enjoy baking and dislike loud people.
Wow, that's rude...
Loud people excluding Sumire.
Better.
Anyways...my favorite food is freshly baked cookies, and my least favorite is onions. Your turn, Yuri-chan.
M-Me?! O-Okay! I'm Yuri Takeda, second year at Miya Girls, and I-I'm the keyboardist for Violet*Dayz...! My birthday is November 18th! I enjoy reading and don't like cooking! Because I'm not very good at it...a-and my favorite food is curry! I don't like sour foods though...
Okay, we're all done, right?
Yep!
Yes.
Y-Yeah!
Alright! Violet*Dayz, out!
[OOC]
This is the official blog for my PJSK Fan Unit, Violet*Dayz! The leader, Fuyumi, also has her own blog here: @fuyumi-kimura
Follow from @wonderhoysayitnow
TAGS:
#violet dayz official posts - official posts of the band
#fuyumi talks - exactly what it says. fuyumi doesn't normally use this blog just for talking. the others do because they don't know what being professional means.
#sumire talks - exactly what it says
#keiko talks - exactly what it says
#yuri talks - exactly what it says
#violet dayz music - official posts about music will also be tagged with this!
#violet dayz reblogs - exactly what it says
2 notes
·
View notes