#I hope it’s alright that I used a gn!reader 😅

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Hello!!! i’m not sure if your doing requests or not. but i was wondering if you could do an Alastor x reader and everyone is doing movie night and i wanted to know his reaction to the said chosen movie Bambi, I’m currently whatching bambi and thought about this😅

Hiya! I thought this was such a cute little dabble in could do, so i got it out pretty quick! I never explicitly stated i do request but i do! Perhaps i’ll make a formal request post but for now i will take the ones that do come as they do. I really hope this is what you imagined i haven’t watched bambi in years! Xx

Movie night

PT 2

Words: 830

Alastor x gn reader

Warnings: Nada really, just bambi’s momma died rip disney love killing parents also could be read platonically or romantically

“C’mon please.” Charlie begged you, hands clasped in front of her as she gently bounced on her heels. She was in the middle of begging you to talk Alastor into watching Bambi for tonight’s movie night. An exercise thought up by Charlie to have all of the patrons sit quietly and enjoy something together as a group, no fighting, no judgement, just relaxation as a unit.

But of course Alastor wasn’t a fan of said “picture shows” so Charlie enlisted you to do the sweet talking. After some more begging on Charlie’s part you gave in, knocking on Alastor’s door. You could already hear him humming happily to himself on the other side, sound increasing as he got closer. When he opened the door to you he visibly perked, seemingly pleased to see you. “Hello dear, what can i do for you?” Standing out of the way he outstretched his arm towards the inside of his bedroom. Smiling you gladly stepped in, feeling fairly comfortable around the demon and his presence at this point.

“Well, Charlie wants to have a movie night, everyone voted for Bambi, thoughts?”

“Ha, no.” Alastor cackled promptly shutting you down, it rolled off your back though, you expected this kind of response. “Y’know Al, the TV was a staple of 1936, and Bambi came out in 42, that’s ten years tops away from your time. It’s a musical too so up your alley, technocolour and it’s about deer. This is your movie man!” You exclaim excitedly, Alastor watched you theatrically explain with a fond look.

Once Alastor sighed dramatically you knew you were in. “Alright dear i’ll watch this silly moving picture with you.” Smiling, you stood tall linking your arms to his. “That’s why they call it a movie, it’s moving. See Al, not so bad you already know the lingo.” Alastor said nothing as you dragged him along amused by what he presumed was your nonsensical ramblings.

Once in the room with all the lights dimmed, a large tarp pulled over a fireplace, since Angel professed that “Projecta’s are just betta” as the excuse to not use a TV. Alastor snapped his fingers, changing both his and your clothes to loungewear of the 1930’s which you decided not to argue against due to him being so receptive of the whole movie thing. Once settled down, you mushed against the arm of the couch and Alastor, beside Alastor Husk, who kept a great inch from Al. And ontop of Husk, Angel, who wouldn’t leave no matter what Husk, or Al said.

Nifty sat in a little rocking chair, compliments of Alastor, Pentious was curled up with the egg bois, on the floor, and Vaggie shared a large bean bag with Charlie cuddled in together. At first things were fine, Alastor’s radio would hum along occasionally with the tunes, and you watched his ears occasionally flick at certain sounds in the movie.

It wasn’t until Bambi’s mother died that things went astray. Something in Alastor ticked, and suddenly he was pin straight unmoving and it was concerning. By this point everyone was zoned into the plot or sleeping- it seemed like only you noticed his change in demeanour. Softly placing your hand on his arm you asked for him to accompany you to the kitchen for some water, Alastor of course agreed being the gentleman that he is.

Once away from others ears you gave him a pointed look, one that told him he’d better tell the honest truth. “Is everything alright Al?” You asked, watching as he leaned forward on the island looking toward you who stood on the other side. It looked as if he was searching for an excuse, but you weren’t letting up so easy. Walking toward him you met his eyes. “I can keep a secret.” You promise in a whisper. Sighing static Alastor seemed a little peeved about your pestering but nonetheless didn’t blame you. “I suppose it reminded me of my mother, i’ll never see her again. I’m a lonely orphan deer, hahaha,” Alastor chuckled dryly, cocking his head side to side as he laughed.

“Not to mention those hunters are buffoons, most of the prize lies within a buck and their antlers. No sense in hunting doe really.” Alastor finished explaining, he felt weak humanly so, but he always did with you, it was like your very presence was truth serum and he couldn't help but sing out the truth whenever you’d ask him for it. With a gently hand against his shoulder you gave him a tight squeeze. “Maybe one day you’ll be able to see her again, I hope you can.”

Alastor hummed not paying much attention to the sentence, but he was at least happy he did have you, after all he told you many things, and you did manage to keep it to yourself. Composing himself again Alastor stood tall. “Well let’s go finish this movie dear! I can’t just walk out now!”

[ginkgo-phyta]

I'm back again 😅

Hopefully, I'm not the only person with this opinion, but how do you think Spencer would react if his significant other told him that they thought he looked hot with his bulletproof vest on? 👀

omg is this injured spencer request anon?? I NEED TO KNOW im so sorry if it's not tho, whoever you are thank you so much for coming back!! i love you with all my heart you should use a special emoji as like ur own lil signature! :D

okay so i wanted to try blurb(?) format but mmm okay not really cuz just a wall of text was stressing me out but this is def more informal than my other work (look no capital letters!) and because i love you so much i present two scenarios for you :P... i cant fight this feeling anymore guys he rlly is so hot in his vest im becoming my most feral self grrrrr RAH RAH ALRIGHT hope you enjoy, my love!

OKAY SO SPENCER REACTING TO YOU TELING HIM HE'S HOT IN HIS FBI VEST gn! reader, fluff, second scenario a little steamy in tone but nothing explicit just h*rny vibes, no other warnings

if you weren't a profiler: you'd never thought about it before- spencer in his bulletproof vest. sure, you knew that his job required him to go into sticky situations where the prospect of gunfire was imminent and he would have to wear proper equipment, but you never put two nd two together. you never even thought of a kevlar vest as something that could be hot...until you saw a picture of him wearing it.

"what the hell is that." you blurt out, voice serious with hints of concern.

"huh?" spencer's as clueless as ever, a little worried about your reaction. he was just showing you random photos his team members had taken over the years, all printed out for easy viewing courtesy of the ever-so-accommodating penolope garcia. someone had taken a pic of a beautiful lake where the bau had saved yet another victim, the sun dipping below the horizon line of pine trees, painting the sky purple and pink. "um...the sunset?" spencer was confused, "i guess maybe it was kinda a weird time to take a photo, but no one was hurt and we caught the unsub and the sky really did look-"

you cut off his rambling with a wave of your hand, eyes never leaving the photo in front of you, "no, no...what's that." you point to what you were talking about, a figure standing off to the side.

spencer takes a minute, becoming even more bewildered "...me?" in that moment your world changed.

"oh my god... "you whispered in a daze, firmly pulling the picture out of spencer's fingers and into your own, "what...what are you wearing?"

"honey what's wrong? it's just my bulletproof vest. i know it might look a little funny, but it, y'know, keeps me alive..." he scratches the back of his neck. a couple seconds of silence pass, but to spencer it feels excruciatingly long.

"spencer," you look at up at him deadpan "you look so fucking hot." to say your boyfriend was shocked would be an understatement.

he was absolutely blown away by your response, so much so that the way his face contorted looked borderline disgusted. "wha-what?? huh? what?" he clamored, eyes flitting over your face to find any sign you were joking.

"seriously, baby, you look so good. oh, my God!!" you almost shriek, gripping the picture tighter, the widest, dumbest grin pulling up your cheeks as you giggle like a schoolgirl.

spencer smiles at your reaction, still a little perplexed "you really think so?" the notion begins to sink into his bones, making him giddy.

you very enthusiastically nod your head, "are there any more pictures of you like this?" you rip the rest of the photos out of spencer's hands, scouring through them at light speed. out of nowhere, spencer laughs out loud, his nose scrunching in delight.

"i...don't know what to say. i'm flattered you think that," a wonderful blush shimmers over his cheeks, "but no i don't think there are. sadly." he playfully adds.

you stop all movements, slowly turning towards him, suspiciously calm. "well then," you grab your phone and suddenly stand up "looks like i'll just have to ask penelope for some!"

"wait! wait, no!" spencer calls after you as you start speed-walking away, your shirt barely escaping his fingertips. he yells out your name, his serious tone interrupted by a giggle of his own as he begins chasing you, "get back here!" he knows: garcia can never ever find out about this...

if you were a profiler: you had seen spencer don his FBI branded bulletproof vest hundreds of times over the years. although you had pined over him for years and were now finally in a relationship with him, seeing him like that didn't make you feel any type of way really. sure, you thought he looked strong and handsome, but most of the time you were too caught up in the case or situation at hand to focus on how he looked. until now. something had shifted in him in the last few months, not just with his ever-changing haircut, but within the way he held himself; more confident, more sure of himself, even more cocky, if you will. whatever it was, it drew your eyes to him in his tight little vest like a lightbulb draws in moths- instantly and continuously. it all came to a head when you caught the unsub responsible for drowning and resuscitating his victims until they couldn't be brought back to life. spencer dove into the lake with emily to apprehend the killer while you had helped the kid he had hostage reunite with his mother. you smiled at the scene in front of you, the teenager running into his mother's shaking arms, her holding him close in a tight embrace. another good ending, you thought to yourself before turning back to watch your fellow profilers make the arrest. suddenly, you mouth goes dry. there spencer reid stood; soaking wet, clothes sticking to his skin, chest rising and falling as he panted to catch his breath, his hand pushing his wet hair out of his face. and that stupid, goddamn kevlar vest. oh, fuck. the others walked away from the dock to situate everyone and themselves in respected vehicles that sat back on the road a few hundred feet away from where you currently were. as spencer moved to follow behind emily, hands trying to flick the water off of him, your gaze stopped him in his tracks. he stood there, a bit confused as to why you were walking towards him, seemingly entranced, instead of beelining behind everyone else.

he spoke out your name, but you remained silent, stopping just a couple feet away from him. you took him in one more time: the way his shirt became translucent, granting you with peeks of his skin; his sleeves rolled up, showing off his delicious forearms; the way his soaked pants choked his thick thighs. you became woozy with desire. spencer watched as your eyes dragged over his figure, drinking in every inch of his dripping body. "oh, baby..." you voice drawled out as soon as your gaze landed on his bulletproof vest, "you're absolutely soaking wet." spencer's eyebrows shot up his forehead at the suggestive twinkle in your timbre. you approached him further, chest just inches away from his. if he wasn't so intrigued by your reaction, he would have been a bit more cautious of lingering teammates. your hands came up to ghost over his vest, "did i ever tell you how good i think you look in this?" you looked up at him through your lashes.

spencer chuckled, "in the bulletproof vest?" you nodded in response, but spencer still couldn't really believe it. "uh, no, actually, you haven't." his eyes glinted at the way you bit your lip, his hands moving on their own accord to rest on your hips. you could feel droplets of water seep into the material and lick your skin, but you didn't give a rat's ass.

"well, you do." you whisper, hands wrapping around the back of his neck as you pull yourself up to press a kiss to his lips, "really, really good." your mouth moves enticingly with his.

"oh? is that so?" he whispers against your lips, diving back in, his fingers digging in your hips. he graciously kisses you for a moment before it dawns on him that you're both still at work- in an active crime scene, at that. "mmh, mmh!" he vocalizes between kisses as he tries to move his head back a smidge. his eyes peak open just enough to see if anyone else was around. your lips are addicting, rendering him unable to fully tell you to stop, unable to fully pull away himself. he's relieved when he spots no one. still, he know this is far from appropriate. spencer's hands move up your body to wrap around your wrists behind him, pulling them away from him and the same time he pulled away from you, "okay, okay!" he breathes out with a chuckle, "i believe you now" he tries to catch his bearings, but your pouting face causes him to laugh again

"spencerrrr," you groan at the loss of your beloved's kisses and he turns you around and pushes you towards the spot where the others vanished, walking behind you with his hands on your shoulders, your body held at an arm's distance.

"let's go, angel." his words brought out a hmph! from you. "we can do more of that later at home" he whispers, leaning in ever-so-slightly.

you turn your head back to get a glimpse of him, your eyes and smile equally wide with excitement, "can you bring the vest with you?!"

A/N: OKAYYYY lemme stop myself before things get filthy LOL do yall know which episode im referring to in the second scenario? that end scene will always get me my eye are GLUED to spencer the entire time GODDAMN. okay anyway i hope you liked this anon!!! pls tell me yalls thoughts <3

[aceviscontiswife]

Killers catching you crying/upset

I’ve been wanting to do some comfort type stuff for a while, so this is what my poll was for! Hope y’all enjoy!

Gn! Reader. Pre established relationship! Killers included: Danny, Pyramid Head, Wesker.

• Danny is used to seeing people cry from fear. He isn’t one to comfort, if anything, Danny’s the reason someone’s crying in the first place. He’s a murderer, not a therapist.

• However, when Danny catches you crying, it’s a different story. Why? What happened? Who did this? How the actual hell does he help you? Long story short, Danny hates seeing you upset.

• You’ve never seen Danny this concerned, or this confused. It’s clear he has no clue how to comfort you, but he tries his best. He’ll kneel down beside you and stay with you until he was sure you were alright. It was a side of Danny you’ve never seen, but not one you didn’t like.

• If it’s a survivor who’s made you cry; don’t worry, Danny will handle it. Once you’re better, Danny will teach that survivor a lesson they’ll never forget.

You had tried to last the entire trial without breaking down, but eventually you couldn’t hold back your tears any longer. You slumped against a tree, hugged your knees to your chest, and began to sob quietly. Danny was the killer this trial, you could always just find him, but you didn’t want to ruin his trial with your problems. Danny must’ve heard you, for it wasn’t long after you started crying that he kneeled down next to you and quickly removed his mask so you could see his face. “Hey… what’s wrong?” Danny asks in a tone so… soft, so concerned. It was like nothing you’ve ever head from him.

“I… it’s Nea…” You answer as more tears well up in your red, puffy eyes. Danny nods, wiping away your tears and pulling you into a tight hug, mainly so you wouldn’t see the flash of anger in his eyes at the mention of your teammate. “I’ll handle them once you’re better, okay?” You nod, and while you knew Danny was being sincere, you couldn’t help but ask “Are you sure?” To which Danny simply replies, “It’s what boyfriends are for, dollface.”

(I have never wrote for Pyramid Head before so I apologize in advance lol 😅)

• You’re… crying? That’s not something Pyramid Head likes to see, not at all. His first instinct is to make you stop crying, whatever that might take.

• While he can’t speak, Pyramid is good at telling you things through his body language. He’ll set his weapon aside and open his arms slightly—his way of saying “Come here.”

• He’ll pull you into a bone-crushing hug, his hands awkwardly rubbing your back as you cry against his chest. Pyramid will hold you until you’re done crying, and listen to any word you had to say. For something that spoke in garbled nothingness, Pyramid Head was surprisingly very well at comforting you.

• You’d tell him what had upset you, and if it just so happened to be a survivor, Pyramid Head would leave your side in an instant to go deal with them. He would return covered in blood, set his weapon aside, and allow you to melt in his arms once more.

You were somewhere in the deep, desolate forest of the entity’s realm, tears streaming down your face as you cried. You hadn’t even heard him approaching, startled when Pyramid Head suddenly appears next to you. He had laid his large weapon against a tree, his arms slightly open and waiting for your embrace. You didn’t say anything, you simply took a small step forward and wrapped your arms around him, laying your head on his chest.

Pyramid Head held you for a while, and it was only when your sobs began to lessen did he finally pull away. You knew what he wanted now; Pyramid Head wanted an explanation. “Gabriel was-“ You cut yourself off as Pyramid Head suddenly turned away, grabbed his weapon, and began making his way towards the survivors’ campfire. Was he going to-? Would the entity even allow that?! Either way, once you realized what Pyramid Head was doing, you couldn’t help but smile and wait patiently for his return.

• Unlike most of the killers, Wesker at least knows what he should say to someone who’s upset. Does he? No. Crying is a weakness, and Wesker can’t have that.

• But, much like Danny, Wesker does a complete 180 when he finds you crying. He never wanted to find you like this, and now that he has, he wants nothing more than to bring an end to your tears.

• You never would have guessed Wesker was good at comforting, but he was. He knew exactly what to say, what to do, and had you feeling better again in no time.

• If it’s a survivor who’s made you cry, you best believe Wesker will handle things. He’ll wait until he’s in a trial with them, and once he is, he’ll make sure their time with him is absolutely miserable. Wesker will teach that survivor a lesson, and it’ll work so well they’ll probably never speak to you again; out of fear of what Wesker might do if they hurt you again.

“Dearest, why are you crying?” You heard a familiar voice speak from behind you. You turn around to spot Wesker, staring up at him through teary eyes. “It’s nothing…” You lie, quickly wiping away your tears and sniffling. Wesker obviously didn’t believe you, stepping up next to you and resting his hand on your shoulder. “Don’t lie to me, y/n. What’s upsetting you?” You knew there wasn’t a point in lying again, so you tell Wesker the truth.

“Laurie was being really rude to me in my trials…” You admit, sounding more childish than you had wanted to. Wesker simply hums in response, resting his free hand on your other shoulder and beginning to rub them, easing the tension you had gathered from your earlier trials. “I’ll handle it, sweetheart.” Wesker assures you, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Don’t worry about a thing.”

[alexa-fika]

Omg I just thought of something it's weird so sorry 😂

So the reader is child hawks from MHA and he's Mihawk son I don't have a story idea maybe hawks learning how to fly idk 😅 or you can do a different one for law son

🐼💕~

A/N. Hey 🐼 💕 Anon! So im not sure if you mean like actual child hawks or a child that is like hawks? But im not very good at doing the x character! Reader, it mostly seems like character x character at that point, so im kind of meh about it, but we got winged! Reader, I hope that's okay?

Also tumblr is tripping idk whats up with the spacing

Dividers by @/saradika

Failed Takeoffs( Mihawk x gn!winged!reader)

“What did you do?”

“ I tried to fly again.”

“I presume you failed.”

“I made it!”

“Then how is it that you still ended up surrounded by twigs and feathers in a bush?”

“I -I made it…but then I fell,” they said, shaking their wings to try to dislodge the twigs and bent feathers.

“Then you did not make it; you failed and plummeted,” Mihawk said without a single tone of sympathy present in his voice.

“But I made it for a while there!”

He sighs

“Come here.” pointing in front of the chair as they approached.

“Sit”

They plop down in front of their chair, wincing as their dad straightened bent feathers and took out the twigs embedded in them.

“What did I tell you about flying? You did not listen to my warnings and chose to ignore my advice and fell.” Mihawk chastised as he began removing the twigs and feathers.

“But I want to start flying!”

“And I told you that you are not ready,” Mihawk said sharply but softened when they flinched.

“Your bones and muscles are not ready for the air yet.”

“Then when?!” They whined

“When your bones and muscles are strong enough to keep up with the wind, the speed, and your reaction time.” Mihawk said sternly before adding, “You tried to fly too soon, and you paid the consequence, do you understand?”

“Yeees,” they groan.

Mihawk sighs as he finishes removing the twigs and feathers.

“There. Just don’t do that again, alright?”

“Okay, love you, Dad.”

Mihawk raises an eyebrow before lowering it.

“...I do as well.”

They grin, knowing that coming from their father, those words spoke mountains.

“You are still grounded.”

“Damn it”

Reader could have those Hawk powers but seeing as they are too young to takeoff they are most definetly too young to be able to simultaneously control hundreds of feathers, and use them as misiles and swords 🤣

@imaginarydreams

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Jooooo!!! Hiya!!!! Can i request solomon + tell no lie? I just think this prompt kinda suits him lmao. Lots of love!! 🫶🫶🫶

Solomon - Tell No Lie

Solomon x GN! reader

Prompt: It’s impossible to lie to your soulmate.

AN: Hi Ven!!! Much love to you as well!! 💜 Sorry for the delay, but anyways this is kind of a silly fic based on a thought I had of Solomon sometime ago, and thought it worked well with the prompt...or at least I hope it did 😅 I really hope you enjoy it! Thank you for being patient and take care of yourself!!

Warnings: Solomon referring to reader as dear, darling, and beautiful, Solomon being Solomon shenanigans (I promise!), slight miscommunication but nothing angsty, established soulmate connection/relationship

Another stressful day babysitting the Avatars of Sin, you can hardly wait to go back to Cocytus Hall where it’s significantly more peaceful and quiet…as long as Solomon hasn’t snuck into the kitchen while you were away. 

You have your D.D.D. up to your ear as you wait for the sorcerer to pick up, wanting to let him know you’re on your way and that Lucifer is escorting you this evening. You hear the faint shut of the door behind you as Lucifer joins you out under the front awning, staying quiet as he notices your ear-to-phone stance. 

The phone goes to the last ring, and you don’t think Solomon’s going to pick up – which is odd because normally he picks up in less than two if it’s you – but he does at the last second, sounding as carefree as ever. 

“Ah, hello, my dear. Ready to come back home?” 

“Yeah, though Lucifer offered to walk me back,” you reply, giving Lucifer a quick appreciative grin, which he returns as he waits patiently beside you, “we’re just leaving now.” 

The sorcerer hums softly. “I see. I’ve…had something come up, so that works out perfectly then.” You pick up his nervous tone with ease and know automatically something’s troubling him.

“...Is everything okay?” You know that a question like that is his weakness. Really…any and all of your questions are his weakness. They’re inescapable, unavoidable, and you like that you can use that to your advantage often. 

He answers a hair too quickly, probably hoping you won’t interrogate him further, while still being truthful. “Yeah! Yes. Everything is great, I think.” 

“Uh-huh… So, what is this “something,” Solomon?” 

There’s a delay in the answering this time. You can almost even hear him trying to physically restrain himself from saying anything, but it’s no use. He cannot lie to you – not that he likes to anyway, but there are things better left unsaid sometimes. 

Solomon sighs into the phone as the truth pushes past his lips, “I have a kid...” 

To say you are dumbfounded is an understatement. You’re silent for longer than is comfortable, blinking slowly and unable to formulate any questions. Once you gather yourself, you fill your lungs as you try to grapple with what he just said. 

“I’m sorry… What?!” The alarm in your voice is quite apparent, causing Lucifer to glance over in worry, wondering if he should get involved or not. 

On the other side of the line, there’s some crashing sounds and light scolding from Solomon that’s hard to make out. It seems he’s holding the phone away from him. He soon brings the phone back to his ear with words coming out in a rushed flurry. 

“I need to go, I’ll see you when you get back home!” Before you even get the chance, the sorcerer hangs up on you, and you’re left just as clueless as you started. You pocket your phone, your body tense and thoughts nervous for what you’re about to go home to. 

Lucifer picks up on this as the both of you start your way towards the iron-wrought gate. “Is everything alright?” 

You sigh in response, shaking your head as you try to sort out the conversation in your head. “Honestly…I have no idea.” 

Due to how shocked and concerned you are, with millions of questions buzzing in your head, the walk to Cocytus Hall is silent. You also feel your heart in the pit of your stomach as you wonder what this means for Solomon and yourself. Lucifer doesn’t prod you any further, which you’re thankful for because what are you supposed to tell him? 

Once you arrive, you thank Lucifer for escorting you before heading directly inside to see for yourself just what the hell is happening. 

The first thing you notice upon entering is the odd smell wafting throughout the hall. It doesn’t smell anything like the chemical warfare Solomon cooks up in the kitchen with its distinct odor, so that’s at least a relief. You venture further in, making your way to the common room to see if the sorcerer is there. 

Your foot crosses the threshold, but pauses mid-step as your eyes land on something black and fuzzy laying on the couch. 

“Me-e-eh.” 

“What the-” you start, but you recognize the sound of footsteps approaching from behind and you quickly glance over your shoulder to see Solomon with a little metal bowl filled with water. His eyes are trained on the bowl, simultaneously lost in his thoughts while making sure not to spill any, so when you clear your throat to get his attention, his head snaps up instantly.

He plasters on a cheerful smile which reaches his eyes upon seeing you home. “Welcome home, darling.” 

You say nothing, now standing with your arms crossed as you stare at him with a blank expression as if waiting for him to explain why there is a baby goat sitting on the couch. Solomon lets out a sheepish chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck, indicating that he knows you know now.

“What do you think? He’s cute, no?” 

“He’s cute, alright…” you pause, taking a peek at the little thing which is staring back at you in curiosity. You turn back to Solomon. “Is this the “kid” you mentioned earlier?” 

A beat of silence passes between you two before he replies, “...yes.” 

Your brows knit together so hard you might just start knitting a sweater with them. “Solomon, why didn’t you just tell me it was a baby goat? Wouldn’t that have been, oh I don’t know, simpler? I thought something else was going on!”

His eyes dart from yours to the bowl in his hands, feeling a bit ashamed of himself for worrying you so much. “I suppose so, but I didn’t lie to you. He is technically a kid.” 

The sound of tiny hooves clicking against the wood floor draws your attention back to the goat, who trots its way over to the two of you, looking almost expectantly at Solomon. He smiles softly as he crouches down to set the bowl of water before the small creature. 

“Here you go, little guy.” The goat sniffs at the bowl, inspecting it, before tentatively lapping at the cool, fresh water within. Solomon reaches a hand out and gently strokes its fuzzy back, gazing at it fondly. It seems the two have already bonded. You almost can’t be mad with how cute this scene is to you. 

A little smile tugs at your lips as you start again. “Where did he come from?” 

Solomon glances back up to you. “Would you believe me if I told you I honestly just found him wandering around down here in the street?”  

“I kinda have to. You can’t lie to me.” 

He chuckles in response. “Indeed I cannot. Though, you can’t lie to me either, my beautiful soulmate.” 

“Hey, you can’t just throw some sweet words my way and think you can get away with this. You really had me spooked earlier,” a faint chuckle weaves its way through your words, finding this whole thing ridiculous. Still, you can’t deny how flattered you are, because you know it’s the truth. 

He truly does see you that way. 

“I know, I know. Flattery will get me nowhere… But you can’t blame a guy for trying,” he says as he shrugs with a hint of a smirk. “Anyways, I plan on looking into some notable farms in the human realm and contacting them to see if any of them are interested in taking him. He can’t stay here, unfortunately, as this wouldn’t be a sustainable life for him. But for now, he’s ours.” Solomon stands to full height and snakes his arms around your waist. 

You grin as your hands come up to rest along his shoulders. “Ours?” 

Solomon chuckles softly with a nod. “Yes,” he pauses for a moment, glancing down at the little goat who looks back up at him and “mehs” at him loudly. “I’ll think I’ll even let you name him.” 

[fishsticksloser]

Sup! ITS ME! Did you miss me?

Could i request Donnie x gn Reader

Where Donnie is chilling with reader in his room

And they just talk about random stuff like

- how long was the longest spaghetti noodle ever?

- do you really think my genius mind would even think about such an unsual thing?

…

10m

- 10M?! 5m.

(It was 3,8 m btw)

And they just rumble about stuff, and at some point reader asks donnie if he’s alright 'cause he seems really uncomfortable, he replies it’s just his Battle shell and reader goes with „Yo how much does it weight anyway?”

- a lot

- for Real?

- wanna try it out?

- you’re asking? Gimme that

And well donnie just gives reader his Battle shell and reader just falls backwards bc of weight of it

Idk ;w;

Hope it’s not too long nor specific, and it’s not too chaotic <333

And sorry for spam 😅

Fun Fact Fanatics

Donnie x gn!reader

Warnings: weirdness, fluff, cuddles, short

A/N: This is so funny. I genuinely believe that Donnie likes to look up super weird facts.

Donnie was laying next to you, facing you. Your fingers lightly trailing up and down his shell, his fingers trailing up and down the back of your thigh as it was hooked over his hip.

"Did you know that more than half of the bones in your body are in your hands...?" You mumble, Donnie's eyes close as he hums at this knowledge. "So someone saying they'll break every bone in your body is lying... Or they plan to do some very tedious work."

"Did you know that shrimp's hearts are in their head?" Donnie responds, smiling as he feels one of your hands move to caress the back of his head.

"The longest hotdog is 204 meters..."

"That's almost 670 feet..."

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"Does your back or shoulders hurt?" You ask, watching Donnie take his battle shell off. He groaned as it came off, setting it on his hooks. Donnie rolls his shoulders, you could tell it was painful or sore.

"A little, but I'm used to it." Donnie shrugs, his body still a bit stiff. Your thumbs press into the back of his shoulders to relieve the tension.

"How much does that thing weigh anyways?"

"Wanna try it out?"

"Uh, yeah."

Donnie grabbed his battle shell as you turn around. He gently sets it on your back. You almost fall backwards with how heavy it is, not realizing how truly big it was. Donnie quickly catches you, causing both of you to laugh.

"Damn... It really is heavy."

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Request:Ok! My request would be a gn!child!reader whole sees the animatronics as "older siblings" (my favourites are ennard and the puppet it would be great if it's one of them)

The rest of the story is yours to choose and again thank you very much!!

Maybe that the kid is related to the nightguard and secretly snuck in

_

Summary:One night, sneak into the pizzeria with your older brother without him noticing

Type:Hcs: Puppet & Gn!Child!Reader: Ennard & Gn!Child!Reader: withered Freddy & Gn!Child!Reader

Version:Fnaf 2, Sister Location

Puppet

At first, she'd be confused as to why there's a small child by her box at 2am

But the more she saw you, and the long you stayed with her, the more she grew attached

She would give you gifts, and walk you around the building

Even take the time to make sure you leave with the night guard

She would love how you saw her as an older sibling and not just an attraction

She would give you a plush of her and different stuff that would remind you of her, just in case you don't come back one day

Withered Freddy

He used to have kids trusting him and seeing him as a father figure, not necessarily a brother figure

But it was nice having a kid still trusting him

even if he couldn't speak as while he still talked to you, he'd tell you story's, and sing you lullabies

He'd also give you things, like a replica of his top hat and a plush of him, maybe a pin of him or the crew, if he could find one

Sometimes, when you and the night guard come earlier than usual, he'll let you take a nap on him

He promised you that he'll always be at the pizzeria, so if your brother quits, you know where to find him, Just in case

Ennard

Let's just say it's been a while since a child trusted ennard, so you where definitely a surprise

But the first few nights, he'd try to scars you away since he doesn't like people, but after a while, he'd give up

He wouldn't be like freddy or the puppet, he wouldn't do as much with you, not for a while, at least

But eventually, he'll start playing with you, talking more with you, and stuff like that

You two would definitely scare your brother, heh, your brother wouldn't be happy with you tho

He would be a little upset if you and your brother suddenly stopped coming back, more so you and not your brother, but eventually, he wouldn't care anymore because he knew it was gonna happen

[A/n:I hope this is alright 😅. I hope you enjoyed]

[a-mossball-with-a-pen]

Hi- Is it okay to request Vil and Jade with an S/O who acts like they have confidence and act all high and mighty, but genuinely doesn’t believe in themselves at all? More specifically, they figure out their S/O’s facade and confront them about it… That’s fine, right 😅 (Hurt/Comfort?)

Notes: yes of course it’s alright! I hope you enjoy these, I’m sorry if they may be a bit out of character I’m still getting used to writing them. also sorry this took awhile to get out.

✾ Vil and jade, confronting there s/o with false confidence ✾

Pairing: vil x gn!reader, jade x gn!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Pronouns: he/him(jade & vil), you/your(reader)

“Vil Schoenheit”

I take Vil as a very vigilant lover, being able to notice the smallest details easily, after all he is a perfectionist. though I’d say your act goes under his radar for a while unfortunately. he’s always appreciated how you carried yourself, that air of confidence was breath taking to him. though he started to notice some falters, after awhile which..started to worry him.

I feel like vil is one to allow others to handle their own problems, but he hopes you come to him soon if something is bothering you. (which wasn’t the case he still holds this over you/j) soon the hints became obvious as he watched you carefully, taking in any visible signs of what may be happening. he slowly planned to confront you about this, he brought you to his room to sort this out.

as soon as the door is closed he immediately brought up what he’s observed, as blunt as usual, yet with a much softer edge as he eyed you; worry clear in his eyes and frown. in all honesty he felt horrible that he let all of this run under his radar. He held you close as he let you unload everything you needed to, running his hand up and down your back trying to comfort you.

admittedly he isn’t that well versed in comforting people but he tries his best to console you, and let you know you don’t need to hide behind a facade around him.

“Jade Leech”

I feel like Jade can pick up on peoples facades with relative ease maybe it’s from him being naturally observant or maybe it stems from the work he does in monstro lounge. Either or he’s quick to realize that the confidence you show is a facade no matter how convincing you may act.

Similar to Vil he finds a more secluded space to confront you about this, he knows the importance of privacy especially with how sensitive the subject is.

Once you feel like you’re comfortable enough to tell him you’re problems, worries, insecurities, and the like he will listen. He makes sure to reassure you that whatever you’re feeling is valid no matter how “dumb” you may think it is. While he isn’t the best at changing perspectives since I think he has a tendency to think of things logically, he is a good shoulder to lean on and to talk to.

a/n: I’m really sorry if these are bad I started running out of what to write for jade-

[midgardian-witch]

snuggle with robbie<3

It took me a bit (I think I posted that perticular prompt list almost a month ago 😅) but i finally finished your drabble, anon 💙

I hope you like it. I did handwave the 'purposefully' part of the prompt a little - I hope that's ok.

A Lack Of Patience

tags: established relationship | Dom!Reader | sub!Robbie | dry humping | coming in pants | gn!reader

ships: Robbie Paulson/Reader

AO3

Edit: added AO3 link

[SNUGGLE] Person A purposefully starts grinding against Person B while they’re snuggling.

With the sun setting outside, the last rays of sunshine peek into the bedroom. Freshly showered and cozy, you're lying next to your boyfriend. You had returned from work later than you had planned and while exhausted from the day you were not tired enough to fall asleep just yet. 

"I missed you," Robbie sighs against your neck as his arms pull you even closer into his embrace. The bed is big enough for the two of you and yet you're cuddled so close, your back to his front, as if you only had a twin size to share. 

"I've only been gone for a few hours," you murmur, a giddy smile on your face. Robbie always got so very clingy when you were gone for even the smallest amount of time and you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the attention. 

"'s too long."

He's too cute. You can't help but laugh quietly at him. "Well, I'm back now. You have me all to yourself again, baby," you tell him, your hand resting on his as you snuggle further into his arms. You shift into a more comfortable position and as you wiggle against him he gasps. Before you can ask if he's alright you feel Robbie move against you, the familiar weight of his cock rutting against your behind. 

Robbie catches himself and stills his movements with an embarrassed whine. 

"S-Sorry. I didn't mean to. I just-" 

Before he can continue further you rub your ass against his clothed erection making Robbie gasp. With a wicked grin on your face you coo: "Missed me that much, hm? My poor baby."

Embarrassed by his own eagerness Robbie buries his face in the crook of your neck, whimpering at how good you make him feel. "So much. Missed you so much. Please, can I-" He doesn't need to put into words what he wants, his body already doing all the talking. His hips move on their own volition, grinding against you from behind, seeking that delicious friction. 

It’s a heady feeling being wanted, needed, craved like this. After your hard day at work you don’t have the energy for more than this: Robbie using any part of you he can reach in this position to get off. And yet you don’t feel used, not with the way Robbie is aching for it, broken moans filling your ears as he apologizes profusely for his neediness. It’s almost comical how he doesn’t seem to realize that this, his eagerness to have and please you, his blatant and unwavering attraction and desire for you, is what turns you on like nothing else. 

“Tell me how it feels, baby.”

His only answer is mindless babbling, broken off by gasps and hiccups. “Feels so good. I’m so sorry. You feel so good and I missed you so much,” he whines as he continues to grind against you from behind.

You feel his precum start to leak through his boxers as his movements become more erratic. Usually you would make him hold off his orgasm, keep him on that edge until he was really begging for it but you decide to have mercy on your poor boyfriend tonight.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well,” you praise him, his hips stuttering in response. 

“So close. I’m sorry- I can’t-”  

Sweet, darling Robbie. Even lost in his own pleasure he still doesn’t want to disappoint you by coming too early. Such a good boy. And what else can you do but spoil your babyboy rotten. At least for now.

“It’s alright. Come for me.”

You’re not sure if he actually waited for your permission or if it’s purely coincidental but as soon as the words leave your mouth you hear Robbie’s breath hitch and his cock twitch in the telltale signs of his approaching climax. You can feel his movements stutter as he spills his seed inside his boxers like an overeager teenager. He buries his face deeper inside the crook of your neck, desperately trying to muffle his whimpers. 

It takes a while for Robbie to come down from his high, all the while whispering endless thank yous into your skin and refusing to even part an inch from you, not even to change out of his completely soaked underwear. But you couldn’t really care less at that moment, too horny to sleep and yet too exhausted from your day to do anything about it. So as you return to simply cuddling with Robbie you plan on how to teach your babyboy some patience in the morning.

[ax-y10]

hiii!!! do you think you could do a young wilbur soot x gn! reader where they’re 16/17 and the reader gets her drivers license finally but you and wilbur have been broken up for a year so you drive past his house? or base it off of olivia rodrigos drivers license song because i’m totally not going through that in my life rn 😅

I Know (We Weren't Perfect)

I hope you feel better 💕

In which- You've been broken up for a year, but you can't help but go back and find out the truth.

A/N: lol where I live, we don't get our licenses till we're 18 or smth like that. Imma try my hardest cause I haven't listened to Olivia Rodrigo's music in ages and I don't have my license so... Also, I'm so sorry this took so long. I have my motivation back now. I'm also really shit at endings and I am on the verge of genuinely crying so I had to try and make the ending happy for me, I'm sorry. I did try my hardest, but I don't want to cry.

Chapter info: bittersweet, poor Olivia Rodrigo recall, sad reader, sad everyone ig, driving, reminiscing, swearing, loud music, somewhat alright ending (I didn't cry WOOHOO)

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Based off of this song:

Masterlist:

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You had always talked about this moment with him. You were both so excited for this moment. You had both talked about this since you were children, and how excited you both were.

But it didn't quite work out in your favours.

He had recently broken up with you. You weren't sure why. But it left you in shambles, your head screaming for an explanation. You genuinely loved him. So fucking much.

People you wish didn't find out, found out. And immediately spread rumours about why he broke up with you. He found another person who made him feel better, he didn't love you anymore, he hated you, he thought you were too much to deal with. You couldn't believe anything they were saying. You didn't believe anything. What blonde girl? Who is the blonde girl? Who are they talking about? What are they talking about?

You knew it wasn't the healthiest coping mechanism, and you knew it was hurting you more than helping, but you just couldn't help it. Driving through the suburbs was a struggle. Your mind kept drifting off and convincing you that you were driving home to him.

You didn't even know if he lived in the same city as you even more.

You still had his phone number, and you got confirmation from Tommy that his phone number was still the same. Time and time again, you tried your very hardest to contact him and ask about what happened, but you couldn't bring yourself to press the 'send' button.

Now, you finally have your drivers license, and oh my god, did it hurt. The minute you found out, you cried in happiness. "I HAVE MY DRIVERS LICENSE" you yelled over the phone to your friend. But little did they know, you curled up under the blankets each night and sobbed. Why was he gone? Why is he suddenly out of your life?

Is he alright? Does he still love me? Does he still know who I am? Does he think about me like I think about him?

These thoughts plagued your mind each night.

You can't even dare to drive past the coffee shop you visited every week, along the road next to the beach, near any of your mutual friends' houses, past your schools.

My goodness, you still love him, it hurts.

And no one understands.

Where is he now?

How is he?

Contacting Phil, your "father figure", your comfort now, you ask how Wilbur is, how he's doing, how he's holding up. If he still thinks of you.

And the answer you got back was certainly mixed.

The message read: (Don't worry, sweet. He is totally alright, he's doing well. I haven't heard anything different from him from when you both were together. And of course, he definitely still thinks of you. Would you like me to come over?)

And you replied: (Yes. Yes. Please. Come over.)

And now here Phil was. On your sofa, next to you, holding you close, letting you cry.

And the message entered your head again. And it all made sense.

Phil hasn't heard anything different. Wilbur used to ramble on and on and on about you to Phil. and nothing has changed. So of course he has to still talk about you. And he still thinks about you. So he is affected by it, but he may also be too scared to reach out to you.

"Phil" You said with a shaky voice.

"What's wrong, sweet?" He replied soothingly, almost entirely like Wilbur. He's learnt how to talk to you like a daughter, instead of a friend.

"Your message. You said you don't hear anything different, and he still thinks of me? But he used to ramble on about me all the time? So does he still do that?" You frantically asked.

He laughed a little, bringing down your hopes, and then he continued.

"Y/n. Of course he still thinks about you. Of course he still rambles about you. It's all positive I promise." And that's when you blurted your true question.

"Can you take me to him? Please? I need to see him." You pleaded, and Phil lead you out to his car, and off you went.

As soon as you got there, you raced up the front steps, and knocked slightly on the door, awaiting him. What you didn't expect was him on the phone, a can of some drink you didn't know, and a scruffed up house.

As he locked his focus on you, you noticed the weariness behind his eyes, the worry. His eyes widened, and he said goodbye to the person on the phone, and looked at you quizzically. Extending your arms sideways, like you always used to, he placed his hands on your forearms and pushed them back down to your sides.

Tears brimmed your eyes. Did he hate you? Did Phil lie? Does he not want you he-

You felt long, familiar arms wrap around you and lift you off the ground, spinning you around. You were glad he's alright and still thinks of you but you knew you couldn't just immediately go back to being attached at the hip. At the best for the moment, you could go back to being friends.

"I'm so fucking sorry. I was drunk and I didn't know what I was doing. And when I woke up at my house, I was so confused. Please forgive me, I feel so bad for leaving you. I've meant to contact you and apologise, but I couldn't. Please. I still think of you. Please?" He started with no tears, and ended in a sob.

You waved off Phil and walked in with Wilbur.

"Of course I forgive you. Why wouldn't I? I just wish one of us asked or reached out. I really want to go back to what we were, but we can stay as friends, or whatever you want, okay?" You comforted. Now you understand.

"Please. I am happy with going back to what we were. I would like to be friends first but if we can't wait, which I know for a fact is unbearable for both of us-" He laughed. What a joyous sound., "-we can go back."

And that's where the relationship began (for the second time)

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Again, I do apologise for making it a happy ending. I didn't know which you wanted so I went with what felt fright for me. Hope you enjoyed it.

[fr33ze-y0ur-br4in]

Hi! I saw you wanted requests, I was wondering if you could do a xavier thorpe x fairy reader (reader is a fairy) like fluff? or they play truth or dare. Anything really lol

OH MY GOD OF COURSE I CAN BUT ITS ALMOST 1 A.M. WHERE I AM SO I WILL HAVE TO START ON IT TOMORROW SO IT MAKES SOME SENSE AND IM NOT SLEEP DEPRIVED BUT REST ASSURED I WILL I PROMISE <3

Also if you will, would you mind saying if u want GN or Fem Reader in anon again? Just to make sure I get it right for u :D

Edit: I hope it’s alright to be GN cus I want to make it a little more inclusive and there wasn’t anything specified in the ask, I should’ve probably put that in my rules😅

Edit 2: actually it’ll be Fem! They have now specified in my asks and I’ll use that ask as where to write the fic

[nice-kill-tanaka]

Hi! I saw that your requests were open! So could I request character headcanons (with Asahi, Kuroo, and Ushijima) Where the reader is on a date with her boyfriend, but since she’s a bit short they think she’s being blackmailed or kidnapped? Like the people think the Haikyuu boy is from the mafia or something, and how each of the boys will react. Tysm, plz take your time :)

Totally bud! Very interesting concept, so it kinda got away from me lol

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🌄Asahi, Kuroo, & Ushijima + A BIG Misunderstanding🌌

Summary: These boys never seem to make the best first impressions. So, what happens when their S/O, a generally unassuming figure, hangs around them in a situation a little too suspicious for anyone’s comfort?

A/N: Kuroo is now my favorite character to talk about lmaooo

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🐻Asahi Azumane🐻

I’m gonna preface this by saying: With time, most people realize that you’re the most likely one to be part of some dangerous gang or mafia

This is for two reasons:

1) You had an almost concerning protective streak over your boyfriend (Which, can people really blame you?)

2) Said boyfriend would cry over a mosquito he accidentally killed

But, the reason you guys worked was because you both had qualities the other person could use a little more of

Asahi was sweet, gentle, and a little glass-hearted. He took a lot of consideration for the people around him, and hated when he accidentally made others uncomfortable

You did try to bring out his more assertive side! But, until then, you were perfectly fine with compensating for his timid nature

And that’s actually what you were doing now!

You and Asahi were trying to get to an apparel shop you both liked for a quiet date

Emphasis on trying

The mistake you both ended up making was going out on the busiest, most crowded day in Miyagi

You were convinced that half the people on the streets didn’t even live here

But, the amount of people crowding the area wasn’t necessarily what pissed you off. You could handle yourself perfectly fine for how unassuming you looked

No, it was the fact that the sea of people around you and your boyfriend insisted on pushing Asahi around, indiscriminately bumping into him and making him even more anxious in the crowd

You decided to forgo reprimanding the rude people in favor of comforting your boyfriend and getting him away from the situation. He was starting to shake while his breathing got shallow and his footsteps stuttered

You squeezed Asahi’s hand and put his arm around your shoulders, bringing his full attention to you

“I think there’s a cafe in that alleyway over there! We can go there and ride things out if you want?”

“Hm? Oh- yeah, we can do that!”

Asahi leaned down, pressing his lips to your forehead before whispering: “Thank you…”

Just for good measure, you gripped the back of Asahi’s jacket so you could effectively lead him to the alleyway you spotted

Though…the position you were in did look a little awkward, especially with the occasional stumbles you both made

From the outside looking in, it kind of looked like Asahi was manhandling you. A bit roughly at that

It wasn’t exactly clear whether or not you were okay. You were just so small compared to that guy, anything could be going on right now. And the guy with the goatee did look kinda shady from the beginning

Before you made it to your destination, you felt a sharp tug on your arm. You were pulled about six feet away from Asahi to face a middle aged woman, concern etched all over her face

You kept from lashing out right away, asking questions felt like the better first action

“Ma’am, what are you-“

“Hon, are you alright?? Is that man bothering you?”

The woman’s voice came out in a harsh, frantic whisper, eyes darting from you to Asahi, who had just found out where you had gone

You stood confused for no less than ten seconds before excusing Asahi to wait for you at the cafe

“I- Why-…I’m sorry, but what are you talking about??”

“If you need help, just tell me. There’s a police station nearby! Wherever he’s taking you, you don’t have to go with him.”

Your exact facial progression as you realized what the woman was talking about: 🤨😯😨😓

Huh???

You had forgotten that so many people saw Asahi as a threat. Sure, he was a big guy, but his demeanor was so small? Were you just too used to being around Asahi? How many people thought what the woman in front of you did and were just too scared to say anything?

“Ah…yeah, no. That’s my boyfriend. He gets really disoriented in crowds, so he latches onto me when he gets too anxious.”

After multiple “Are you sure?”s from the woman, she finally dropped the issue, wishing you a good afternoon

When you finally made it back to Asahi, you pressed your nose to his and gave him a short, soft kiss while he was hunched over

Flustered and confused, Asahi looked at you with big, worried eyes

“Hi…what was that back there? Was there something wrong?”

You thought for no more than two seconds. It would be best not to ruin his mood for now.

“Nah, someone just wanted to sell me something.”

“Oh, okay! Should…we go now?”

“Yeah! I heard there’s some good pastries at this place too.”

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🐈‍⬛Tetsurou Kuroo🐈‍⬛

Let’s not kid ourselves here, Kuroo has always been a shifty-looking person

The height, the slinky figure, the eyes, the smirk that showed itself far too often for anyone’s comfort

The man is already a capitalist for christ’s sake, just make his work illegal and you’ve got the calculating right hand of a mafia boss 😐

Perception is not always reality. We know that. Kuroo knew that. But, despite everything. Despite the preaching of way too many fictional coming of age stories, first impressions matter

First impressions were how Kuroo miraculously ended up with two separate inaccurate reputations from high school:

“Nekoma’s #1 Garden Tool”

And “Mega-Douche-3000”

How you and Kuroo ended up in each other’s lives is nothing to brag about, but you both found it interesting enough to chuckle when either of you randomly recalled it

You and Kuroo were promoted to equal positions in different departments around the same time. You knew of Kuroo. You knew of his mixed bag of relationships with his coworkers. Some found him suave, some found him smarmy

But, upon seeing his style of communication and efficient work pace, you found it hard to care about secondhand rumors. He was intelligent, ambitious, and a very good code-switcher (he could adapt to almost every person in the room in a conversation)

But, Kuroo’s relationship with you was always a bit different. Neither of you had anything to gain or lose from each other, but you kept ending up in the same board room. With no appearances to keep up around someone who can neither help nor hurt you, there was nothing left to do but vibe when you happened to sit next to each other and converse

Kuroo quickly found out why you were promoted to a similar position as him. You didn’t always know everything, but you never had a problem finding information. You were personable in the smooth, witty sense, keeping up a chill front until you could drown your anxieties in coffee. And you had little to no problems managing your employees like a well-oiled machine

You matched Kuroo’s wit shot-for-shot, and you soon revealed to each other what dorks you both were. Your banter was that of twelve-year-old boys

But, having this special relationship apart from your coworkers quickly turned into tension. Thick, hot, and noticeable enough for the people around you to start talking

They would see you and Kuroo on your coffee breaks, talking alarmingly close to each other as Kuroo stood over you, a hand on the wall above your head

They would notice when you made visits to each other’s cubicles, whispering something unintelligible into the other person’s ear before earning a flick on the forehead or a jab in the side from the latter

OooOOH you wanna kiss each other SO BAD just DO IT

Unfortunately, here’s where a third, more serious rumor comes in

See, there’s this bar that Kuroo goes to that’s closer to the outskirts of the city, where the crime rate is just a bit higher than the rest on the area

Organized crime, to be exact

And Kuroo does go to that bar an awful lot…

Your coworkers think Kuroo is part of the mafia is what I’m saying.

And when Kuroo finally invites you for a date at a bar (not even the one Kuroo usually goes to), that’s when they start getting worried about you

You were almost hyper-competent in the workplace, and intelligent enough to know when people were trying to take advantage of you. But…Kuroo was just so shady and imposing. And you were so small and easily targeted

Was agreeing to this date even of your own volition?? Did he have something on you? It’d be a shame if something awful happened to you if it were completely preventable

The day before the date, Kuroo had to leave the office early to help a friend whose name you’ve heard before

Something, something, “Kenma tried cooking for Chibi-chan”, something

This left you open to be confronted by your coworkers

Random people around the office, coworkers and employees alike, began dropping by your cubicle uncharacteristically frequently. And every single one of them asked about the same thing: You and Kuroo’s relationship

They asked what you thought about Kuroo, if you actually wanted to go on that date with him. They kept urging you to be “honest” with them, and that “if anything is going on, you can tell them. Kuroo-san isn’t here right now!”

You didn’t understand why they were using such a tone of voice with you, nor what they were talking about. They spoke to you like you were a suspected victim of blackmail or ab-

Oh

What?

That’s what they think is going on between you and Tetsurou??? They think he’s forcing you into this?

You quickly cleared up the situation:

“Look, I’ve worked with most of you for long enough to know that you were hired for a reason. You’re smart people. A lot of you are smarter than me. But, the collective lack of critical thinking in the room is giving me a migraine, so let’s get two things straight.”

“One: Kuroo is quite literally the most simple person I’ve ever met. The man’s got cunning while he works. But g u y s, he takes pleasure in showing off his new kitty-cat socks under board meeting tables. Do you really think he has the desire to do whatever illegal shit you think he’s doing??”

“Two: I swear on my nonexistent firstborn, my life isn’t interesting enough for someone to find blackmail I haven’t already reconciled with. Besides, I like Kuroo! He’s cool and he just happened to ask me out! I’m fine. So, you can stop wearing my voice out visiting my section every three minutes.”

You texted Kuroo right after you dismissed everyone to firm up your plans 👍🏽

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😑Wakatoshi Ushijima😑

Your boyfriend is a big dude. I know that. You’ve known that. And you wouldn’t be dating Ushijima if you were uncomfortable with that

But, your boyfriend is also a socially stunted dude

His large stature + his low, imposingly proper speech pattern + his prominent RBF = An unnatural amount of people going out of their way to avoid crossing Ushijima’s path

But, Ushijima himself could never seem to figure out why people actively avoided him

It wasn’t like it hurt his feelings or anything. He had better things to focus on. But, it was more the why of the behavior that kept Ushijima’s curiosity

You had actually met Ushiwaka himself at a national middle school tournament. And you both were from different prefectures

But, despite such polarizing situations, Ushijima managed to catch you playing as the captain of your team

“Small, but mighty. Respectable.” He noted to himself after watching for a minute. You weren’t exactly the star of the court, but it was clear that you played a vital role in holding things together

Ushijima managed to catch you right after your team won the match. Nothing important, just congratulating you and commending your skills

Now, admittedly, you were off put by how much older Ushijima looked at the time. At least, compared to you. But, that initial shock faded into amusement once you realized the guy in front of you was bluntly, yet clumsily complimenting you

You found Ushijima interesting, especially for a supposed top spiker. So, you kept talking to him. Asking questions, laughing at his blank (Which you later found to just be subtle) expressions, and being endeared by his perfect honesty

To be honest, it was a joke at first. But, you ended up writing your phone number on a pamphlet for the convention center you played at, giving it to Ushijima before going back to meet your team

Imagine your surprise when he actually ended up texting you 🤩🤩🤩

“This is Ushijima Wakatoshi, from nationals. You gave me your phone number?”

The rest is history! You and Wakatoshi ended up getting together in a cozy long-distance relationship, with you both finding comfort in having someone to talk to at any time with just a text or call

But, here’s the gag:

None of your high school teammates even know you’re in a relationship

They know that you’re always getting notifications on your phone during practice. But, you’ve always been conservative about your life outside of volleyball. Those texts could be anything!

But, in the interest of respecting their captain, they left any suspicions or questions they had alone

So, your third year rolls around and your team makes it to nationals again. And you find out that your boyfriend has made it too! 🥳

At that point, you actually hadn’t considered the fact that your team had no concept of your relationship with Ushijima. It just didn’t seem important or pressing. Especially with third year responsibilities weighing heavily on your schedule

So, when you snuck off to another part of the convention center after your team’s first victory, worries concerning you and your safety were raised alarmingly high among your teammates

Where’s Cap going???

With enough deliberation, your team appoints your poor little first year manager to follow your trail and find out why you ran off and where to

Eventually, he finds you near a Miyagi team by the name of “Shiratorizawa”, and they didn’t look very concerned about you hanging around as closely as you were. Did you know them? It seemed like you were waiting for someone though-

Oh Jesus-Fuck-Nuggets what is that

Titan Alert! TITAN ALERT !!!

Your manager almost pissed himself at the sight of a stone-faced, 6’2” behemoth approaching you from the direction of the bathrooms. You glanced at him, seemingly surprised (???) at the guy’s continental strides towards you

You said something to the man, too far for the shaky, shitty mess of a first year watching you to hear. And he seemed to say something back before quickly moving his hand to your face, caressing your cheek with his big-ass thumb

You looked shocked before coming to your senses and lightly swatting the man’s hand away, your expression similar to when you reprimanded your kouhai with a softer edge

Is this guy harassing you?? Who is he?? Is he Shiratorizawa’s coach or something?? Are you okay???

“H-hey!!”

You perked up at the familiar voice coming in your direction, pulling your attention away from getting Ushijima to stop fretting over the floor burn on your cheek

“Huh? Mikami? What are you doing so far from the team?”

“You know him?”

Mikami frantically cut off your coming response to your boyfriend, sweating like a sinner in church:

“(Y/n), are you okay?! I can go get security if something’s wrong?? O-or not!! I…I can fight I think…?”

You stared incredulously at your manager before you put the pieces of his misunderstanding together in your head. You chuckled:

“Oh man, I thought you went crazy for a second, kid…”

You amusedly cleared up the situation, explaining your relationship to Mikami. Whom of which, was getting more and more ashamed as he realized his mistake

Once everything was properly explained, you sent Mikami off so everyone else wouldn’t get worried about you or him. And you were about to cut your meeting with Wakatoshi short too, until he delicately grabbed your hand before you walked away

His eyes were unsure, the first sign of such an emotion that you’ve ever seen in him

“(Y/n). You know that I would…never try to hurt you. Right?”

You looked back at Wakatoshi, endeared by his carefulness. You kissed the tip of his nose:

“Of course. You wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

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[🌌 There you go bud! That’s one set of headcanons for the road. Hopefully it lasts for a while, but if it doesn’t, feel free to come back! I’d be thrilled to see you again.🌄] —Reagan

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🦉Being Fukurodani's Manager 🦉

The Gen Z Manager Edition

Fukurodani x GN reader

Warnings: me trying horribly to make Gen Z references 😅

AN: This is an Anon Request! They also requested addition things to be added so I'll link that here!

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

God I hope I don't sound like a mom desperately trying to be cool 🤣

While I am not Gen Z, as a Millennial, I feel like I use quite alot of Gen Z phrases

I also use alot of emojis which might not be cool but is effective for portraying emotions

And okkkk I need to stop ✋️

Bokuto and may of the HQ boys are late Millennials/early Gen Z

The cusp bbys if you will 🥰

Honestly, love that for them!

And honestly, many if their actions show the early signs of Gen Z revolutions

I mean "Hey hey hey" is basically a revolution on its own 💅🏼

But pls no one tell Bokuto he's a trend setter

Poor Akaashi already works so hard

N E WAYS let's get to it!

Are you a trendsetter? Nah

But are you the main character 👀 abso-freaking-lutely!

You're loud, eccentric personality attracts many far and wide!

Your friend group ranges from the jocks to the nerds and everywhere in between

You are what the boomers would call "a socialite" 🤗

Don't mind me, just out educating the youths

You are prevalent on social media's, tik tok and everything in between

Yes I'm aware tik tok wasn't around then but vine was 😏

And vine ran so tik tok could walk 💅🏼

You had a large following from your Instagram to your Tumblr

You write fanfics 😶 sorry I don't make the rules

That's initially what attracted Fukurodani to you

Or shall I say, Bokuto and then Akaashi

Because you see, Bokuto LOVES attention and he would definitely have a social media presence

Meanwhile, Akaashi is just vibing in the background happy to be avoiding emo modes

But unfortunately, Bokuto struggles to get the dances for some of his tik toks down

Enter YN, our resident Gen Z royalty

"Hey Bokuto, why so down?"- You, walking up to a completely deflated owl

"Hi YN, *sigh* I just can't get this dance down"- Bokuto, now slumped on the floor

"Can I help you? Maybe if we do it together?"- you, ecstatic to be making any content

"Really YN!! That would be so cool"- Bokuto

You and Bokuto absolutely slay the tik tok dance and let's just say, Bokuto is absolutely enamored by you

Immediately asks you to be the teams manager ✋️

Like this man doesn't know if they need a third manager but he's willing to risk it

"Alright bet"- you

At practice, Bokuto basically holds you out to the team and is like

"This is our next manager YN"

Nobody agreed to this, it's just happening

"Bokuto we already have two managers"- Akaashi, the logical one

"But YN is so cool"- Bokuto

"Yeah Akaashi, we totally vibe with each other"- You pleading your case

Please seeing Bokuto so happy gives this man hope

They agree to a week trial period and off you go

To prove your worth to Fukurodani

However you don't even need a week 🤚🏻 because by the end of practice Akaashi is already sold

Bokuto is struggling with his cross court shoots

He's missing and/or overshooting each one

Akaashi looks to YN

"Say less"- YN approaching Bokuto

"Bokuto, you are one of the best aces in the entire country! I know you can do this"- You

"Really 🥺"- Bokuto the deflated owl boi

"No cap 🤚🏻 now try it again"- you smiling and walking away

It's like you awoke something from the dead

Bokuto hits a wicked cross court shot that nearly breaks a window

Konoha and Saku think you are the coolest

The immediately ask for your number and you form a group chat

At practice, you start insisting they play music to help them focus

"This song slaps am I right?"- you

Bokuto is just nodding in agreement YN

Please he would lay down in a puddle of mud for you YN 🤚🏻

Akaashi pretty much makes you Bokutos guardian

Seriously he has you sign a paper that says you will take responsibility for him 😅

I wish I was kidding 😃

When Bokuto acts up you will literally be "Bitch I'm your mother, NO DRAMA" 🙅‍♀️

Konoha plays the Reba song for you daily

🎶A single mom who works two jobs, who loves her kids and never stops🎶

But besides being super motivational, you help the team with their marketing

You recruit them to make tik toks from dances to recreating iconic vines

Please Konoha and Bokuto are so into this

Even Akaashi gets into it 😫

Konoha walks by and says "And they were roommates..."

You 👉🏻 Mah God they were roommates 😲

Bokuto is way into tick tok dances

You guys work so hard to master The Jerk

One day you had to leave practice early so you handed Bokuto off to Akaashi-

"I brought you frankincense"- you handing Akaashi his water bottle

"Thank you"- Akaashi

"And I brought you mur-" handing him Bokuto's water bottle

"...Thank you"- Akaashi so confused 🤨

"murDER" you pushing Bokuto at Akaashi as you run away laughing

Please I can hear the groan coming from Akaashi

When it's time for summer training, you all pile into the bus and head to Nekoma

You hit road work and can't resist

"Road work ahead? I sure hope it does" 😅

Please everyone dies 😭

Bokuto is so confused and now concerned that the road doesn't work

At Nekoma, you bond with the other managers by doing learning tik tok dances and simply making fun of our boys

"Hey YN how's camp going?"- Kuroo

"Hey thanks for checking in! I'm still a piece of 🎆garbage🎆"- you

Please Kuroo is in love with you

Kenma might be a cusp but he totally is all over vine 🤚🏻

Everyday you will walk into the gym and say "Hi my name is YN and I have a volleyball game tomorrow!"

"You mean today YN"- Akaashi

"Ok boomer"- you 🙄🙄🙄

"I'm a Millennial YN"- Akaashi 😐

When you train with the third gym squad, Bokuto is so exited

"Hey hey hey YN! Are you ready to train with me?"- Bokuto

"With us-" Kuroo

Bokuto deflates

"Kuroo that wasn't very cash money of you"- you walking over to Bokuto to give him a hug

"Do you need some lovin my favorite Ace?"- You, because consent is important 🥰

"Yes 🥺"- Bokuto, arms wide open

When Hinata and Lev show up to practice you say

"Hi welcome to Chili's"

"Oh im sorry we were looking for a gym to practice"- Hinata

You 👉🏻😐

Akaashi 👉🏻😏 because you finally realize his pain

When Hinata is fangirling over Bokuto, Akaashi will actually surprise you

"Hinata stop simping over Bokuto"- Akaashi

You 👉🏻🖐🏻👁⭕️👁🖐🏻 channeling Tendou

Tendou, another iconic Gen Z king 🤴

"Akaashi, you really aren't as cheugy as I thought you were"- you 🥺

Akaashi 👉🏻 🤨 doesn't cheugy mean uncool?

"Fiznsufhejusbdhs AKAASHI YOU'RE GROWING UP SO FAST"- You 🤗

"I'm older than you YN"- Akaashi 😐

"We love a glow up king"- Kuroo

You are literally freaking out 😭

"I'm a kuroo stan for life"- You

"Hey what about a Bokuto stan?"- Bokuto, of course needing attention

"Bokuto you will always be a snack"- you 🤚🏻

"I like snacks"- Lev

"Lev you are sending me"- you

"Sending you where YN?"- Hinata

"Yn please dont go anywhere!"- Bokuto now crying

"Big Yikes"- Akaashi

"Bokuto im finna throw this ball at your head if you don't stop"- You

"I was hoping this practice would be productive but man this ain't it"- Kuroo

No cap detected their Kuroo 😭

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I saw your announcement post and I am very excited about it! How about a headcanon for Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Venti and other character you like dating someone who is cold and stoic? Like that one serious person that dominant the whole room with just their presence for their intelligent or great strength/

I just want to see some powerful y/n haha. I hope this wasnt a trouble for you and remember to take care!

Hello!! It’s been a while since I’ve written- sorry it took so long! Things have been a little crazy with school lately, but things have calmed down a bit so hopefully I’ll be able to write more often 😅 I hope you have a nice day!

Note- I wasn’t really sure how to write general headcanons for a specific trait, so I made the reader intimidating rather than stoic! There isn’t much talk of the reader’s traits, it’s mostly just how the relationship would work- I hope that’s alright! (^v^)

Pairings: Kaeya x Gn!reader, Diluc x Gn!reader, Xiao x Gn!reader, Venti x Gn!reader, Dainsleif x Gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of battle, mentions of alcohol, slightly suggestive in Xiao’s

_{..>•<..}_ Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Venti, and Dainsleif with an intimidating (S/o) ..—.. General Short Headcanons

Kaeya must have a death wish. After all, he is dating you. The most calm, collected, intelligent, and just utterly beautiful person in all of Mondstadt. The two of you were complete opposites. He was flirtatious and playful, while you were anything but that. You were known for your strategic methods on missions, and your ability to command a room without losing everyone’s attention. When you had first made your appearance at the Knights of Favonius Headquarters, you had Kaeya shaking in his boots. You could have anyone and everyone on their knees for you in seconds, and the Cavalry Captain was no exception.

Whenever you and Kaeya were dealing with commissions or just walking around Mondstadt, he would always be touching you in some way. He loves wrapping his arm around your waist, soothingly rubbing circles into your skin whenever you get stressed. He knows that you have a lot of responsibilities, and that you have a lot of pain hidden underneath your cold exterior, so he wants to be there whenever you need him. Not only that, but Kaeya enjoys the way you avert your eyes when you get flustered by his affectionate gestures. That only spurs him on, pulling you into a hug as you panic over your reputation being scarred. When you move in together, Kaeya will be clingier than ever. He’s just so happy! He loves that he gets to see you all the time, even though you pretend to be burdened by it sometimes. He knows you don’t mean it, though- you’ve proved how much you love him long before now. Kaeya will also take you out on nightly walks around the dark streets of the city, leading you to Stormbearer Mountains to watch the stars.

If you’re far into your relationship, Kaeya will be way less intimidated by you. Sure, he’s still aware of your rules and boundaries, and will respect them, but he won’t worry about being playful with you. He used to take it a lot easier on the teasing (which isn’t saying much), since he could remember the look you gave a certain knight that was acting out of line a while ago. He wasn’t the one you were scolding, but needless to say, he made sure to be on his best behavior whenever you were around. But, as time passed, you both got more comfortable with each other. Kaeya teased you constantly as you rolled your eyes and scoffed, heat rising up your neck. Soon, you found out that his persistence was a part of his charm.

When you finally got together, not a single person was surprised. It was so obvious that you were pining for each other, it was almost painful to witness the romantic tension that rose whenever you were in a room together. Klee always got confused by why you stared at Kaeya so intensely when he was in your presence, so Jean had to usher her out to explain. Diluc was tempted to start making bets on when you two would start dating, but decided against it. He wouldn’t stoop that low. Everyone was waiting with baited breath for you to kiss, or just do something- anything that showed that you loved each other. So when you finally did, you weren’t expecting such a monotone reaction from everyone. All that the knights could think was, why did you think that this would be surprising? But, in the end, everyone’s happy for you two, and you make a perfect, wholesome couple!

Kaeya would give everything up for you, despite your differences- and he knows that you would do the same.

Diluc is quite stoic himself, so you’d get along quite well! You had made your first appearance at the Angel’s Share, and the moment he had spoken with you for the first time, his heart had been set on fire. He was infatuated with you, and those feelings were also accompanied by an unshakable feeling of admiration for your very existence. You were strong- physically and mentally. You couldn’t be broken, no matter how many times people tried to destroy you. He respected you greatly for that, but he also appreciated that you got people to leave him alone when they started to get annoying.

Diluc often keeps his hands off of you in public, he respects that you have boundaries and a reputation to uphold, just like him. However, there have been a few occasions where you have shoved him into an alleyway, only to smash your lips onto his when no one was looking. Usually, you’re the one to initiate any kind of PDA. You know he wishes that he could be touching you all the time, and you’d prefer to grant that wish. Whether it’s just hand holding or a soft kiss, he always gets flustered. When this happens confusion never fails echoes in your mind. What was the big deal? Wasn’t this a normal thing to do? Despite your questions, you wordlessly shift closer to him. It was kind of cute to watch him get so flustered.

If you ever spend the night, the first thing Diluc will do when he wakes up is pull your sleeping form closer to him. He doesn’t mean to wake you up, he just wants to shield you from the sunlight- after all, he knows how grumpy you can be if you’re woken up from a deep sleep. You spend most of your days tending to the winery with Diluc, and scaring off any crazy drunkards if needed. In return, he tags along with you on commissions, and fights alongside you. When you’re not working, Diluc can always be found behind you, following you like a lost puppy. If you want him to leave, he will- its just that he finds peace in your existence, and just being next to you calms his nerves. If you ever notice that he’s getting stressed, please pull this man out of whatever’s going on and give him a hug. He needs it. ^^

When people found out that you two were in a relationship, it was quite a surprise to everyone. No one expected that the two most serious people in Mondstadt would get together, especially since you had made it clear that you weren’t looking for any romance. The truth was, you both had tried to keep it a secret for a while. But, you both came to the conclusion that you didn’t care that much- as long as you were together, you were happy. Now, instead of Diluc being “Mondstadt’s most favorable bachelor”, you are both known as “Mondstadt’s most favorable couple”. Expect a lot of teasing from the knights- especially Kaeya. If he wouldn’t leave Diluc alone before, he certainly won’t now. He’s told you more than once that you act like an old married couple, doting over one another one minute, but then playfully arguing the next. It’s a stupid notion, but it never fails to make you smile- because, in your hearts, you know that no matter what happens, you’ll always be there to support each other.

And, in truth, you hope to grow old together.

Xiao finds comfort in how strong and calm you are. With all of the other crazy people in his life, it feels nice to indulge in the presence of someone who he feels can protect him- and that’s really saying something, given the fact that danger follows him wherever he goes. The blooming feelings the Yaksha has for you only seem to become more beautiful every time you come to see him. It confuses him to no end, because why would such an ethereal being want to spend time with a monster like him? He’ll only end up tainting you- or, that's what he believes he’ll do. However, he learns to accept the fluttering in his chest as “love”, and tries his best to keep the joy coursing through his system under wraps when you’re around.

In terms of affectionate gestures, Xiao will never initiate anything without running it by you first. He doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you or overstep anything, so he ends up acting stiff and unsure. You make him feel safe and protected- he can’t risk losing that. He can’t risk losing you. However, Xiao becomes less cautious over time, especially once he knows what you like, and what you don’t. In public, the farthest point he can go is hand holding. He finds public intimacy embarrassing, and you understand that completely. So, subtle hand holding is like the perfect amount of affection for both of you! Though, when you two are in private, it's a very different story. Xiao is all over you when you’re alone together. Whether it’s just cuddling or something more heated, this man won’t hesitate unless you do. The Yaksha has been deprived of love for centuries, and he wants to take advantage of the fact that he loves someone, and they love him back.

That being said, Xiao has a hard time staying composed whenever you take care of him when he’s hurt. His cheeks and ears explode into hues of pink, and he starts trembling with gratitude. It’s been so long since anyone has looked out for his well-being, and the feeling is just… so foreign to him. The soft pads of your fingers smoothing over his skin, a scoff rising from your throat because of his recklessness- it's unlike anything he’s ever experienced. It’s a good feeling of course, but it still fills Xiao with disbelief. After you’ve finished patching him up, he tries to repay you in any way he can. You always decline, and retreat back into silence after. So, Xiao decides to wrap his arms around you as a silent apology. He doesn’t mean to make you worry, but his duties are necessary to keep Liyue safe. By the end of the night, you’re sleeping softly in each other’s arms, hoping that tomorrow never comes.

On the outside, you both are the most intimidating couple Wangshu’s residents have ever seen. You’re a cute couple of course, but you can also be really scary. When Verr Goldet found out about you two, the joy of hearing about your new relationship morphed into concern, since Xiao has never been in a relationship before. So, whenever things get confusing or rough in your relationship, Verr has been there for both of you. She’s truly happy that Xiao has found someone who could provide comfort for him. Sometimes, Verr would tease Xiao about his feelings for you- only to dote on you when you stopped by. She almost acted like the mother of the infamous Yaksha, rooting for him on the sidelines as he grew up and fell in love.

In the end, your love for each other is eternal, and you know it will stay that way.

Oh boy, this little drunkard has one hell of a ride in store for you. Your personalities clash completely, and a lot of Venti’s actions leave you exhausted, flustered and confused. His energy is unending, joy and light spilling out from every inch of his being- almost like a glass that’s been filled to the very brim with dandelion wine. As the final drop hits the surface, the substance overflows and spreads like wildfire. Whether you like it or not, that’s just how the Anemo Archon is. He spreads love and excitement wherever he goes, but somehow, you were the one who sparked a new kind of love in his soul. The emotions he’s harbored for you since day one were unlike anything he’s ever felt before- it’s like his body shuts down at the very mention of you. His newest ballads are filled with tales of infatuation and bonds that blossom with the coming of spring. But, the spring he sings of is one that never ends. It’s the season where lovers pledge their hearts to each other without any doubts- the season where romance flows freely through the wind, and everyone who wishes to have a happy ending will be delivered exactly that.

Luckily, those ballads became a reality for Venti when you accepted his confession. It was strange… Why did you go for him? You were intelligent, cold, stoic- you were everything he wasn’t- no, you were a hundred times better. Nevertheless, he was overjoyed when he finally got to hold you in his arms, just like he had been dreaming of for months. Regardless of what you say, he’s going to snuggle you in public (unless it genuinely upsets you, in which case, he’ll stop.) On summer nights, you always find him at the tavern, absolutely drunk out of his mind. When Venti sees you, he jumps into your arms and kisses you all over. He makes comical smooching noises as he kisses you, forcing you to roll your eyes and roughly drag him home. On regular days, he will hold you against him and use you as a pillow when he gets tired. The Bard always chooses to ignore the glare you give him when he does this, since he doesn’t have the courage to face your aggravation.

Venti will often watch over you when he travels. The wind has to flow all throughout Teyvat, and as much as he hates leaving you, he has no choice. However, the wind carries messages to him, so he knows if you’re ever in trouble, and can save you before the claws of fate drag you into the abyss. He trusts you and your abilities- hell, he’s seen you in action, and he knows what you can do. Yet, he worries about you anyway. Venti hates the thought of losing you, no matter how many times you tell him that won’t happen. And the melancholy of being away from you doesn’t help either. It takes everything in him to not go rushing back to you, jumping into your arms like he had done so many times before. But duty calls, and his job extends past the walls of Mondstadt, even if it pains him.

The fact that you and the infamous Bard are together gives people mixed feelings. For example, Diluc hates how you influence Venti’s celebratory attitude- it only makes things harder for him. But, you can also scare him into shutting up with a single glance, so he can’t complain. The other knights and Venti’s drinking buddies think the two of you are adorable, and people can see how you’ve changed him. Your lover’s attitude before you came was just as happy as it seemed now- but there was always this empty look in his eyes. Now, he seems genuinely happy to be with you, to sing, to live.

You have brought the light in Venti’s eyes back, and he can’t thank you enough for that.

When Dainsleif first met you, he was surprised with how quiet you were. No one really interacted with you often, aside from your closest friends, but there were whispers of admiration about you that came from every corner of Teyvat. The Bough Keeper could tell that there were many layers to you, and that intrigued him. From the outside, you seemed like you were trapped in your own mind- almost like you were stuck in a constant state of daydreaming. But in reality, you were vigorously planning. You were constantly thinking of ways to obliterate the abyss, scrutinizing over ways to organize your comrades skills, and Archons know what else. You were a complete mystery to him, and he wanted to know more.

But soon, Dainsleif’s intrigue morphed into something else- something powerful, something with abilities so strong that they could overpower a vision. Something called love. As he got to know you, he found out that there was much more to you than just being a quiet soldier. In fact, you were anything but quiet when you were with someone you liked. On multiple occasions, you had gone off on a tear about how Dainsleif hadn’t been taking care of himself. In moments like that, you were absolutely terrifying, even if you meant well. You had left poor Dainsleif shaking in his boots that day. But that wasn’t the only time you had left him stunned. Everything you did made his heart flutter, and he swore that his world got brighter whenever you walked into the room. The mere sound of your voice was enough to get him flushed, weak, and stuttering. Yet you just stood there, calmly observing as the man in front of you lost his composure again and again.

When you two finally got into an official relationship with each other, Dainsleif instantly became very touchy. His favorite places to kiss you are your cheeks and forehead, and you might as well have indents from how many times he’s kissed you there. There aren’t any moments when he isn’t touching you somehow, and it occasionally catches you off guard. You could be eating, drawing, fighting- whatever it is that you’re doing, Dainsleif won’t hesitate to drag you out of it just so he can kiss you. When you’re spending time together, his favorite thing to do is talk about your common interests. The Bough Keeper loves books, so if you’d like him to read to you, he'd be more than happy. Nothing beats the sight of you drifting off as he reads to you, and the drowsy look on your face makes him melt.

As you two travel around Teyvat together, you become even closer. Everyone you interact with can’t help but gush over how perfect you both are for each other- especially when they witness you two in battle. Your moves are perfectly calculated, and whatever creature made the poor choice of trying to attack, won’t even have enough time to run. Even if your elements cancel each other out, you make it work, just like everything else in your lives. At the end of the day, you have each other and that’s what matters the most.

Dainsleif would go to the moon and back for you, and no words could describe how you make him feel. He hopes that he can stay with you for the rest of his life, if you’ll allow him to.

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Hi! This request is going to be odd so bare with me as I try to explain 😅 I know canonically Zoro is basically emotionless, but could you write something where he is scared to lose you so much so that he cries? It’s weird I know, I just never see it and I would like to see someone write about what it would be like! Thank you!

Promises

➪ a/n: oooo interesting!! we definitely don’t get really any content of zoro actually crying, so doing this was fun! but because of that it was kind of hard, to me it’d definitely take a very big incident to get him to actually cry so I tried to do something along this lines. I hope that you like this, ty for the request anon!

➪ includes: roronoa zoro (w/ gn! reader)

➪ warnings: blood, near death experience and angst

Your body was slowly becoming more and more numb as you lay on the dirt ground, soaked in your own blood. You wanted to get up and fight, or at least do something but your body was stiff and wouldn’t listen. Even keeping your eyelids open was a monumental task, they felt as heavy as pure iron.

You should’ve listened. It was the first time you’d seen pure fear behind the swordsman's steely eyes as he told you to stay on the Sunny no matter what. Despite his warning, your worry grew and you’d gone out to make sure he and the crew were okay.

Then you ended up like this, fighting against impending death. Unable to move or even call for help. The enemy must’ve thought finishing you off was worth it from the state you were in, they’d left you here.

As your vision swimmed in and out of focus and darkness crawled up from the sides of your eyesight, you picked up on voices crying out in the distance. Suddenly, hands were on you and desperately trying to find the spot where all the blood was coming from.

Through your blurry vision, you made out the antlers of your crew's doctor and the orange hair of the navigator. Chopper looked mortified as he inspected your injuries. Nami asked you something you couldn’t hear. Your face felt too numb and your throat was far too dry to even manage a response anyways.

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You had a headache, the piercing pain made your skull feel like it was throbbing. You tried to sit up but the restrictive bandages wrapped around your torso prevent you from doing so. Every part of you aches and despite just being asleep, you feel fatigued.

You hear the clutter of something moving beside you and look that way. You don’t even get a good look before strong arms are wrapped around your body and hugging you tight. The jingle of three gold earrings tells you who it is.

Melting into the hug, you hold Zoro like it was the first time you’d seen him in years. Your fingerss have a whiteknuckle grip on his shirt and you bury your face into his chest. You’d never more desperately wanted someone’s touch more than now.

His body shakes and all your thoughts stop suddenly while you scramble to see if he’s alright. Pulling back, you cup his face in your shaky hands and he grips your forearms tightly.

His eyes are tired, dark circles around them and tears roll down the side of his face. He looked so utterly hurt and sad, his face was stained with tears that hadn’t stopped since Chopper had told him about your condition.

Your heart sinks into your stomach from seeing him like this. You’re so used to his immediate reaction to things going wrong being anger that seeing him like this hurts. He seemed so vulnerable.

“I-I’m sorry.” Your voice cracks when you speak and tears start to blur your own vision. You feel awful, You should’ve listened to him. If you had he would’ve never been like this, crying in front of you over the fact you almost died.

“Why the hell are you even apologizing?” He manages to say between somewhat choked sobs. He pulls you back into the hug. You know he doesn’t want you to see him like this, he’s always acted like crying was a form of weakness.

The hug is bone crushing and he acts like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold you tight enough. Not even your injuries that ache in his tight grip will stop from smothering you in a hug. You let him hold you like that, you can only imagine how horrified he’d been when he was told you were barely alive when Nami and Chopper had found you.

He probably didn’t cry, he always tried not to. Even when he was beaten down and bloody, he tried to just accept it and move on. He’d looked death in the eyes before yet didn’t even shed a tear. But seeing you finally awake after nights filled with worry, something shattered within him.

“Just please, please never do that again.” His voice is weak and soft and his body shakes slightly with every cry that wracks his body. “I just can’t stand the damn thought of ever losing you. Please, I love you so much. I don’t want to see you die.”

Ever since he’d joined the crew he’d prided himself on his ambition of being the world's greatest swordsman. But how the hell can he accomplish that if he let you get hurt? He was supposed to protect you, that’s how he showed how much he loved you.

It was the sharp sting of reality, painful enough to draw tears to his eyes. He was so lucky to be able to even hold you in his arms right now and feel the warmth of your skin, how your chest pressed right to his with every breath and how your arms gripped him tight.

One second late and he could’ve lost the thing he loved the most. He wouldn’t be sharing this moment with you. The thought alone drew more muffled cries from him as he buried his face against your shirt.

It was odd but also heart shattering to have someone so strong and tough shaking like a leaf in autumn in your arms. He was falling apart in front of you and you were the only one holding him together.

“Just promise me you’ll never have that happen again.” He quietly pleads with you. You rub calming circles on his back and the other hand is comfortingly buried in his hair.

“I promise, I really do.”

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[shmaptainwrites]

Can I request a Coffee shop AU with the fluff number 3? Maybe Aaron's trying to help her bake a new recipe or she's showing him how to make a certain coffee and he burns his fingers?

Ps. I didn't intend for that the first question to sound like a coffee order "I'll have a latte with two shots of..." 😅🙈

Yes of course honey! I hope you enjoy it :)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!Reader

Warnings: Aaron accidentally cuts himself :(

Note: This is set when Hotch is still a lawyer, but he didn't get married to Haley

Bittersweet Cafe

There was nothing Aaron liked more than before or after a long day to go to the coffee shop across from the courthouse. Most of the other lawyers went to the faster paced commercial stores like Starbucks, but he liked the quiet.

It became his favourite place to work, where he would prepare for his cases and even on occasion spend his days off.

Maybe it helped a little bit that you were the owner, the kindest soul he’d ever met, someone who was constantly looking to give to others. Your cafe was a safe haven for those who just needed a place to be themselves, it was a place where the workers knew your name, a community with a sense of spirit.

Which is why he thought the least he could do when you were understaffed was to put his preparatory work aside and offer a helping hand.

“Oh Aaron, you don’t have to do that,” you waved your hand. “You’ve got that big case to prepare for,”

“(Y/N), it’s just high profile, we have witnesses and the defendant was caught in the act. It’ll be easier than most days, come on let me help out,”

You looked around, realizing now you were the only one behind the counter because your employee’s shift had ended and she needed to get to class.

“Alright, come put on one of these aprons and write your name on this,” you handed him a blank name tag and a chalk marker.

He hopped over the counter and came to the back while you quickly turned the sign showing that you had gone out for lunch.

“Okay, I have an hour to teach you how the hell to use all this stuff,” you pointed to the large espresso machines. “You think you can handle it?”

“Sweetheart, I finished law school a year early, I think I can do this,”

“We’ll see about that Mr. Cocky,” you teased.

Aaron actually wasn’t that bad at picking up how to use the different machines, he watched you use it once then internalized the instructions before doing it himself almost perfectly each time. So coffee definitely wasn’t his problem.

“Let’s try cookies then, see if you can work in the kitchen,” you grabbed his sleeve and dragged him into the back room where you had a small kitchen set up where you’d make your baked goods.

“Don’t you normally make these in the morning?”

“Yes, but I didn’t get a chance to make these ones because I was understaffed genius, and plus it’s Chantal’s birthday and these are her favourites and she’s coming later so I want to make sure there’s some for her,”

Aaron smiled a little as you explained your reasoning for needing the sweet treats, but you quickly moved on to telling him what he needed to do.

It took less than thirty seconds for something to go wrong.

Aaron was attempting to slice the frozen stick of butter so it would fit in the measuring cup, but the knife slipped and cut his finger.

“Shit!” he exclaimed and quickly dropped what he was holding before going to squeeze his finger and try to breathe through the stinging pain.

“Well I guess you’re not good at everything,” you teased and he frowned playfully.

“I just cut myself, aren’t you supposed to be nice to me?” he asked and you shrugged while grabbing the first aid kit and coming over to him.

“I don’t know, am I?” you raised a brow and he just rolled his eyes. “Okay, if you’re gonna be such a baby, what do you want me to do?” you said, first taking his hand in yours and examining the cut.

“I dunno,” he mumbled. “But… maybe if you kiss it better I'll feel alright,”

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks, but you kept your expression serious.

“Aaron, how am I supposed to kiss your finger, it’s bleeding,” you asked, knowing exactly what he was trying to get to.

“Well,” he grabbed a small piece of gauze from the first aid kit and held it against his finger. “I’m sure it would have the same effect if you kissed me here,” he pointed to his lips.

“You’re really cheesy for a lawyer, you know that, right?” you asked, throwing your arms around his neck.

“If it gets you to kiss me then it’s worth it,” he hummed.

“Hmm, you’re about to be a very happy man then,”

You pushed yourself up on the tip of your toes and let your lips gently fall on his. You both tasted like different types of coffee, perfectly brewed, mixing together and making a fantastic blend.

His uninjured hand came to hold your head closer, squeezing you a little tighter when he heard you sigh.

When you pulled away you looked at him with a slightly cheeky smile on your face.

“I hope you don’t mind that being you method of payment,”

“I’d take it, gladly,” he nodded, dipping down and stealing one more kiss. “But I think maybe you should make those cookies, I don’t want to ruin Chantal’s birthday. I can stick to making the coffee,”

“Good plan,” you chuckled.

There was never a doubt that it was always a good day at the Bittersweet Cafe.