#Tysm 4 the huge laughs

[hyunjincanraptoo]

hi hi did someone already suggest prompt #4? if not omg i hope you write it! i love your stuff🥹🫶🏻

Hi, baby!! Tysm, I like your writing as well 😚🫶 honestly this was my favorite to write so far (and if someone ask me for a part 2, I might do it... Just saying)

Update: I did part 2 hehe

This is from my prompt list. Pick a number and send it to my asks 😊

Warnings: smut

Word count: 1.9k

Alexa, play Are you bored yet? by Wallows

Sharing a hotel room with only one bed

The drive back from the beach trip had been filled with laughter, music, and warm sun, but as the sky darkened, so did the mood. The rain began to pour down, the windshield wipers struggling to keep up. You, along with your friends, had been caught off guard. What was supposed to be a peaceful return turned into an unexpected detour when your brother, Lee Minho, suggested stopping at a nearby motel.

Inside, it was crowded but warm, and everyone seemed eager to get out of the storm, “Five rooms please”. However, when the receptionist handed Minho the keys, there was a slight pause— only three rooms were available. The rest of your friends quickly split into groups, leaving you and Hyunjin alone in the small hallway. Without having much option, you shyly follow him to the bedroom.

You’ve known Hyunjin forever. He and your older brother have been best friends since you were six years old. And of course, you’ve always had a huge crush on him— your one and only crush. But you doubted he ever saw you as anything more than his best friend’s little sister. Hwang Hyunjin, who always had tons of casual girlfriends, the ones you secretly envied, the ones who made you believe he’d never look at you that way.

“Looks like it’s just us,” Hyunjin said, his voice cool and casual, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he threw his bag on the bed. You stood by the door with your heart racing. Hyunjin had always been the cool guy, the one you admired from afar, and now here he was— sharing a room with you. The situation was awkward, but there was an undeniable tension in the air.

“I can sleep on the floor”, you offered, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. But Hyunjin shook his head, his smile playful, “Nah, the bed’s big enough for both of us”. He unbuttoned his jacket slowly, his gaze never leaving you, "Besides, I’m a gentleman, I could never let a lady sleep on the floor". You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close you both were in the small space. The way his tank top clung to his muscles, the confident yet teasing way he spoke— it all made your chest tighten with desire.

As you unpacked, Hyunjin casually leaned against the wall, a glint of mischief in his eyes, “So, are you bored yet?”. You shrugged, trying to play it cool, but inside, your mind raced, “I don’t know. I guess we could find something to do” “How about a game?”, he suggested, his smirk growing, "Strip poker?"

Your eyes widened, “W- what?”. You knew the game, of course, but never in a million years had you imagined playing it with him. With Hyunjin, the guy who always made your heart beat faster just by being in the same room. He noticed your hesitation, but it only made his grin widen, “It’s just a game. Don’t worry. We’ll take it slow.” He winked, clearly enjoying your reaction.

You hesitated, your mind racing. On one hand, it was absurd.. On the other hand, it was the perfect opportunity to get closer to him. The rain was still coming down hard, and it wasn’t like you had many options, “Fine”, you agreed, your voice a little breathless, “But you’re going easy on me, right?”. He laughed.as if he was mocking you, “Oh, I definitely won’t go easy on you”

You both sat cross legged on the bed, the tension in the air palpable. The first round was simple, just a few pieces of clothing coming off, a few laughs. But with each card you drew, the tension grew a little more. You could feel his gaze on you, lingering, heated. When you lost a round, he really didn’t make it easy— his fingers brushed your skin as he pulled your shirt over your head, lingering just long enough to make your breath falter.

The game wasn’t about poker anymore— it was about him playing with you. About his eyes, dark and intense, as he watched you with that wicked smile. You lost another round, and your pants were next. You could feel his eyes on you like it was burning your skin.

Finally, you were both in nothing but your underwear. Hyunjin leaned dangerously closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “I win. You’re mine now”.

Before you could say a word, his lips captured yours— hot, needy. The kiss was deeper than anything you’d ever felt, his mouth moving along yours with a hunger that made your knees weak. You barely registered when he rolled you beneath him, hands slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear, pushing it down your thighs in one single motion. He didn’t rush. His hands moved over your body like he’d waited forever for this, his fingertips exploring every curve, every inch of exposed skin, making you goosebump.

“You’ve wanted this, haven’t you?”, he murmured against your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck, slow and warm, sending heat to your core.“Yes”, you whispered, breath trembling, eyes fluttering shut under his touch, “I’ve wanted you since forever”. His body pressed against yours, firm and warm, and you felt his boner against your thigh— hard, thick, aching. His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive skin, soft moans escaping from your lips as he took one into his mouth, tongue swirling slowly while his hand teased the other.

Then he leaned up, his breath heavy, “Turn around, he whispered, “Hands and knees, baby”.

You obeyed, your heart pounding, face flushed as you shifted to your hands and knees. The air was thick with tension and anticipation as he knelt behind you, large hands gripping your hips firmly. You felt the head of his cock teasing your entrance, sliding through your folds, wet with your arousal. He groaned low at the feeling, resting his forehead on your back for a moment.

The first thrust was slow, deliberate, as if he wanted you to feel every inch of him filling you. You gasped, fingers curling into the sheets. He gave you a moment to adjust before pulling back and thrusting again, this time deeper, harder. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, mixed with your whimpers and his breathy groans.

“Fuck, you feel so good”, he cursed, hips moving faster, rougher. His fingers dug into your hips, guiding you to meet his in each thrust. You pushed back against him, wanting more, needing more. His other hand slid around to your core, fingers finding your clit, rubbing slow circles that had your entire body trembling.

You moaned his name, voice breaking, and it only turned him on even more. His rhythm grew faster, the force behind each thrust leaving you breathless, eyes rolling back as the knot in your belly tightened with every stroke. You felt yourself spiraling, his name slipping from your lips like it was the only word you knew. “I’m close”, you gasped, trembling beneath him. “Me too”, he groaned, hitting your walls harder, chasing both your edges.

Your body gave in first— waves of pleasure crashing over you, blinding, pulsing through every nerve. You cried out, hips shaking as he kept moving, chasing his own release. With one final, hard thrust, he came with a deep moan, collapsing over your back, his breath hot against your nape.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the room filled with the sound of your heavy breathing. Hyunjin eventually rolled off you, pulling you close into his arms, his lips brushing against your lips, “You’re perfect”, he whispered. But there was something in his tone, like he was trying to keep the moment a little longer.

“Hyunjin…”, you started, still feeling the heat in your chest, but you didn’t know what to say. You wanted to confess everything, all the feelings that had been bottled up for so long, but the words got stuck in your throat. He looked at you, his expression soft but with a hint of caution, “We’ll keep this a secret. I know Minho. He’s crazy about you. He’ll kill me if he finds out”

You laughed softly, the tension from before dissipating slightly, but there was still something left to say. But maybe it wasn't the moment yet. “Okay”, you whispered back, curling into him as the storm outside raged on, your body still tingling as a side effect of what had just happened.

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[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

may i request a gi-hun x fem reader running into him after he wins the games? reader happens to be on the street they toss him onto (she’s prob getting a late night snack) she sees him and rushes to help him and invites him back to her place to wash up. maybe she could draw him a warm bath so she can wash the knots out of his hair, lends him some comfy clothes and makes him some tea uwu

(i was rewatching season 1 and i just want to tuck that man into a warm comfy bed after all the trauma)

tysm ^^ 🤍

FUCKING FIREEEEEEEEE

“𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩”

Gi-hun x f!reader

Warnings: established friend(?)ship, angst with comfort, gi-huh tells reader abt the games, f!reader, gi-hun is going through shit.

A/N: fire request. I also recently rewatched season one and my heart longs for fluffy hair gi-hun back. My shaylaa <\3 this is 4 u fine shyt.

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You never guessed this is where your life would have lead you. Alone in a shitty apartment. When you were younger you thought you’d be a doctor or teacher- a lawyer at least. Now you had little money and even fewer friends. The only friend you had really made was long missing. And oh did you miss him.

He was a very sweet man, he always came by the food vender with his daughter. You knew he was also poor, sometimes he wouldn’t have enough money to pay for their dinners. And you’d always cover the rest, telling him it was no huge deal. You could tell him and his daughter were thankful. He would come by without his child too sometimes. He would order something small and cheap… then chat with you the rest of the time. Telling you about all the money he won!!!… then the next day he’d tell you how he had just lost it all the same way he got it- gambling

Though it wasn’t your place, you’d tell him to relax on the gambling. He’d tell you he isn’t in too deep and can stop whenever. You hear it all the time from countless people who decide to share their life’s stories with you. But it didn’t make you see him any less, if anything it showed you why you SHOULD care. Why you should look out for those less fortunate because you never know who might need it.

After so many times of him coming in you guys shifted to a first name basis. You greet him with a smile and a “hello, gi-hun! Welcome back.” Or a “hey, it’s been a while since you’ve stopped by, gi-hun” he became a core part of your shift, you’d see him at least three times a week. And he always had some crazy story to tell you while you worked. You listened to him talk about life. His debt, his destructive habits, what happened to his family. You’d give him real advice and listen to him if he needed. Sometimes you’d even share parts of your fucked up life. How you got to where you were.

But it wasn’t always problems he came to you with

Every one in a while he would win big and come in to tell you about it. Leaving a heavy tip with a joyous smile “keep the change” he’d say as you laugh at him. You’d always get a good laugh in whenever he’s around. If not at his jokes then at his goofy situations he’d get himself in. Over all, you had felt you made a friend. You even got his number so you could reach out when needed

Only he’s been gone for a while. He stopped popping in to say hi and buy a snack, he stopped running by to tell you what he’s won and he stopped flying into your shop asking to be hidden in the back to hide from his loaners. He was just gone. And day by day you figured he either got caught up by the people he was running from or he some how moved far away. And it saddened you, you never realized how lonely you were till now. Up to this point you’ve had someone to occupy your thoughts and time, and now that it’s been gone you struggle to see how you made it without those stupid conversations over street food. And you had no clue where your gi-hun went.

You let out a very long and somber sigh, pulling yourself off your dingy discount couch and shuffle to your room before pulling on a sweater and some sweat pants. You checked yourself over once in the bathroom mirror before lazily walking out of your apartment, locking the door. You then descended down the elevator and onto the Main Street. You had a few extra dollars to spare and a rumbling stomach, so you decided to head down to your local convenience store to pick out some food.

The night air was chilly and the stars that hung in the sky were drowned out by the light pollution of the city lights. You clench your hands into fists and jam them into your pockets to protect them from the freezing cold. You picked up the pace and continued to walk, ignoring people and minding your own business the best you could. You turned down this one back street, dangerous at night but a much quicker way to your destination. That was until you were stopped dead in your tracks, mouth agape.

There he was, gi-hun! Your gi-hun!! Stood at the corner of two streets, looking very lost and confused. You could distinguish that messy hair from any distance. Your hunger was forgotten as quickly as it came, and you couldn’t stop yourself from calling out to him. “G-gi-hun?!” You yelled, waving your hands at him. His head snapped harshly in your direction, eyes filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. It seemed like he aged 20 years, he looked incredibly roughed up and exhausted. Seemed like he was barely upright, and he carried large bags with him.

It took a moment of him staring at you until it clicked. It looked like he had forgotten you for a second before it all came rushing back. You didn’t get a smile back though, and you dropped your waving hand. Your smile began to fade as you approached him, only he flinched away and took a small step back. “Gi-hun? It’s me, remember? I work down at that corner noodle stand?” You say, gesturing to the general area of your store. He nodded a bit before relaxing, looking around a bit.

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask, worry laced in your voice as you close more of the distance. He just looked at you as you inched closer and closer, this look of pain seemingly permanently etched into his face. He looked like he wanted to say a million things but couldn’t find the words. And most of all he looked like he had just crawled through the deepest pits of hell. “Do you need to sit, oh god. Come with me” you say as you lightly reach your hand out to him, beckoning him to follow. He looks at your hand distrustfully, skeptical for a reason unknown to you. “Cmon, I can help you.”

He closes his eyes and lets out a breath you didn’t know he was holding before turning to follow you silently. You were glad for that, you had no clue what the hell happened to him but it was clearly something. And he clearly needed help. Your snack venture was long forgotten as you lead him back to your place, trying to get any information out of him. You asked where he went, what happened, why he was gone for so long, how he got back… every time he tried to say he would tear up, and he’d choke the words back down. Telling you he can’t tell you yet, and even if he could he doesn’t know how.

And that was ok with you. You eventually got back, and you guided him to your couch. He analyzed basically your whole house, eyes scanning back and forth and back and forth, looking for danger. Like something could reach out from the walls and get him. You got him a glass of water which he thanked you for but didn’t drink, instead he just stared into the reflection in the water. Lost in thought. You tapped his shoulder, pulling him out of the reeling memories he can’t express.

“Hey, it’s ok. Look, do you want to take a shower or something? No offense but you look like you need one” you say, half trying to help and half trying to lighten the mood. It didn’t really work though, his lips barely twitched. He would have found that funny a few months ago. He did agree though.

The shower wasn’t long at all, maybe 10 ish minutes. You had set him up with some of the over sized things you have, including a hoodie he had bought you months ago after a winning particularly handsome prize. His gazed softened when he saw those laid out for him. He put the clothes on, happy to finally be in something clean, soft, and comfortable clothes. After taking a long, sad look at himself in the mirror he walks out to you waiting for him on the couch with a brush and some tea. “Come here” you call.

At this point in the night he’s so exhausted and shell shocked he was barely awake. The weight of whatever he experienced weighted down heavily on him and you could see it draining the life from him. He hadn’t even smiled yet, the thing you found you missed the most. He sits down next to you. You slide the cup of hot tea to him across the table with the brush in your other hand. He looks at it suspiciously before you reach your hand holding the brush up, flinching a bit before returning to normal. That’s when you noticed the slight bruising across his face.

“It’s ok if you can’t talk about it yet… I was just so worried about you” you start “I missed you coming to say hi at work” you added, chucking slightly as you moved to brush out his wet hair, careful to not rip it out. “I’m sorry” gi-hun says, voice wavering as tears prick his eyes. “I’m sorry”

Your eyes widen a bit as you rub his shoulder lightly “no no gi-hun, it’s ok. You did nothing wrong”

Though you were trying to comfort him your words of reassurance only fueled the tears to fall. You didn’t comment on them, instead you kept rubbing his shoulders, brushing his hair till it was dry, and listened to him softly cry. Cry over everything that happened, that he had to do, and that he has to do going forward. So much had happened and he’s the only one alive to tell the tale. The only one out of all those people to live. The only one…

Eventually, after much comforting, after many “shhh I know”s and “it’s ok I believe you”s gi-hun was finally able to sleep for the first time outside of the games. Games that no one knew of. But you told him that you believed every word of his story. And you did, saying you’d help him find who he was after, but only when he went to bed. That man slept in your arms, on your couch for HOURS. From the story he told you this was probably the first safe nights sleep in days, and you could tell he needed it.

And you needed him. And now he’s back. Talking about mysterious death games and a sales man with a briefcase, but back none the less. And you were grateful for that.

[fujoshirat]

I am absolutely INLOVE with how you write Shouto! It suits him so well that he has a big family 😭🤧

There is something I am curious about. How do you think would he be as a new dad? Especially when he found out he was having twins for the first time.. could you write a fic/scenario about this? and would he gain more confidence with his dad skills as time goes by? Thanks for reading this req 😇🫶

Aww! I’m so glad that you enjoy my writing and headcanons!! Tysm as well for asking, if you couldn’t tell, I LOVE writing about domestic Shouto </3

Also sorry that I couldn't respond immediately! I wanted to make sure that I answered all that you asked in the request ><

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“I’m pregnant.”

The moment you uttered those two words, Shouto’s jaw dropped. It closed a few seconds later, then opened, then closed. If not for the tense, life-changing situation, you would have laughed.

But this was not a joke.

After almost 5 minutes without a response from your husband, you sigh and turn around, ready to retreat to bed to cry. However, as you turn around, a strong arm grabs your waist and pulls you to him. The young hero buries his face in your lower back, breath shaky.

“Shou?” Your voice came out quieter than you wanted, but you were nervous too. Before you could continue, he began to speak.

“Y-You’re pregnant?”

Swallowing hard, you nod and turn to face him. Your hands gingerly cup his face, feeling the smoothness of his cheeks. “Yes, Shou,” you say breathily. “I’m pregnant.”

And with that affirmation, Shouto nodded wordlessly, stood up, and hugged you. Through the silence, you could feel your shoulder getting damp, and that was all you needed to feel to know how he felt.

I’m scared, but I’m here for you and our child.

A very Shouto Himura Todoroki response, perhaps too nonchalant or emotionless for other women, but this was your man, your husband, your love.

The second time Shouto had a very Shouto response was a week later. Laying on the flimsy parchment paper of the private room of the clinic, you anxiously squeezed your husband’s hand. The doctor was so gentle and sweet, a smile on her face as she did the ultrasound.

“Ah, there we go! Now, as you can see, Todoroki-san, there is a little head right here and-oh! I see another one~!” The young doctor turns to Shouto and smiles. “Congratulations, Todoroki-san, your wife is having twins!”

Right as those words tumbled out of the doctor’s mouth, your husband’s eyes widened and his fingers almost slipped through your grasp. You gasped, clutching his hand, earning a worried look from the doctor. “T-Todoroki-san!?!”

Ah yes, your husband, the one that will NOT be giving birth, almost fainted after hearing the fact that you were carrying twins—no, his twins.

Twins? Twins!?! He hasn’t even had experience with one kid yet, and now she’s telling him that there's two?!?

Another very Shouto Himura Todoroki response, a little worrying but hey, your man is okay and here to support you, no matter what.

It has been almost 4 weeks since you left the hospital, and Shouto feels like this is the hardest exam yet.

Your husband being on paternity leave is a huge help, but sometimes it feels like even your husband needs babysitting.

Right now is one such moment.

It was peacful a few minutes ago, you swore. You put the twins down on his lap before going to the bathroom, so why was there suddenly a ringing, crying noise from downstairs? You groan internally, exhausted and clearly needing an extra 12 hours of sleep, and you descend down the stairs. “Shouto? Is everything alright?” Following the sound of the wailing, you enter the living room and see him awkwardly trying to soothe the crying infants.

“What happened?!” You have to half-shout just to make him hear you.

“I-I don’t know, angel! I tried feeding Aki the bottle and-!” Oh bless this man’s kind heart, but he did not know ANYTHING about carrying for babies. Sighing, you take both Aki and Haru in your arms and shush them by putting their pacifiers back in their mouths. Like magic, their harmonious crying stopped, replaced by the sound of soft sucking. You chuckle at the twins before looking up at your husband, a shy, disappointed look on his face.

“Sit down, Shouto.”

He nods and sits down, watching you sit down next to him. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, love—I don’t even know what I’m doing!” You sigh and smile softly.

“Hey, it’s alright. We’re new to this and we’re still figuring this out.”

“I know… but I feel like I’m doing everything wrong. You’re so good at this, and I’m not.”

You frown at his words and reach out to hold his hand.

“Hey, don’t say that. You’re doing amazing and the damn-best job ever for a first-time father! And I’m flattered that you think I’m so good at this, but even I mess up too!” The way that your husband sulks is too cute, and a soft laugh escapes your lips.

“As we continue navigating parenthood, we’ll get even better, okay? But don’t beat yourself up about this baby. You’re doing your best, and that is all I can ask for.”

Shouto nods slowly, still unsure about everything, but he understands where you are coming from. He can’t be perfect the first time, but he’ll continue doing his damn best for his family.

And pro hero Shouto Todoroki never does a half-assed job.

Parenthood and the 9 months of your pregnancies are a rollercoaster, but it is Shouto’s favorite job.

He’s definitely gotten more comfortable with the twins and definitely knows better about babies. There are so many ups and downs to being a pro-hero parent, but he’s ready to accept every day with an open heart. He still uses what he learned at U.A. and his hero skills: spidey-senses activating when he sees Yueru bravely climb out of her crib and almost landing on the rug if it weren’t for his reflexes, knowing how much baby formula to make per bottle when you’re taking a nap and the twins are hungry, patiently teaching Haru how to do his hiragana characters when all he wants to do is color the animals on the edges of the worksheet.

One could say that your husband is a professional father already, and you couldn’t agree more. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

urgh I'm dying from cuteness overload (๑ > ᴗ < ๑) I hope this answered your request, anon! TYSM once again for your love and support ❤︎❤︎

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[orikiys]

your moots as seventeen songs??

LOVE YOU MY VAL BE MINE ❤️ ( definitely not me bing reading voicemails series ) you’re the one that can cure me now

lmaooo ily too? tysm bby! i’m glad u liked it :D

let’s get on w it!

@aravrs reminds me of diamond days because that was her fav song from the album! i loved the sos but after she told abt diamond days i listened to it and now it reminds me of her >< ARA THE SONG RECS I LOVEE

@haneagerr reminds me of heaven’s cloud! that song is my literal fav. it reminds me of her soft, cute and cuddly self i wanna squish her and hide her in my pocket? 😍‼️

@jisungsdaydreamer though i haven’t talked to her a lot i feel like 7PM by bss fits her well! it’s a pretty song with AMAZING vocals just like her amazing writing 🤩

@blue-jisungs this was a hard one since i can’t choose between two buutt i finally came to conclusion 👏 2 minus 1! i literally cannot shut up abt that song and i will continue to do so. SHUA AND VERNON SONG IS SO AXIE OMGSKSKS LIKE HOW I EXPLAIN? if 2 + 2 = 4 then this should sum up!

@wheeboo okay she definitely reminds me of ready to love! as i said before this song is too sweet for my heart but i love it no matter what! rania = ready to love! r and r! omgksk

@slytherinshua reminds me of left and right my first ever svt song! it’s such a huge moodchanger?? so bright and like you can dance to it on the spot?? this is so zanna coded ‼️

@hotteoki reminds me of clap from all the crackhead convos we’ve had so far! another banger right here 👏👏 surprises me with her so beautiful ( funny asf ) memes that i can’t stop laughing 😄😄

[madame-fear]

Hi again, my nookie pookie! Since you gave permission, here I go with all my questions >:)♡

What do strangers notice about them first?

How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?

Do they make strong/frequent eye contact when they talk to someone?

Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related and in what way? (ie very caring and helpful but a doormat, or very observant and shrewd but often paranoid)

How has their childhood affected the way they view an aspect of their life (people, education, society, themselves, etc)?

How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?

What is your trait that fanon would exaggerate?

How would someone who loved you portray you?

How would someone who hated you portray you?

What is your trait that fanon would exaggerate?

What canon character are you most similar to?

What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship?

You can just tell me everything abt her, I'm already obsessed :^

POOKIE PUMPKIN HELLOOOO please picture me like a puppy happily wagging its tail when i saw your message 🥰💗 TYSM FOR THIS AHHH

ok so i barely talk about her because im afraid of being too cringy and basically my OC is uhhh.. a glamourised version of myself :") so now that you allowed me to talk freely about my sweet girl embrace yourself! 🤭

1 ) What do strangers notice about her first?

I think the very first thing anyone would notice is her obsession with dragons, and her slightly distant and introverted personality. I mean I can picture her having dragon imagery EVERYWHERE (like in earrings, brooches, her dresses/clothing, wooden dragon figures, necklaces, etc.), how much she loves talking about her dragons (especially her eldest dragon Silvermoon 🤭), and how she constantly is hatching dragoneggs for herself and her loved relatives. And... Well, regarding her slightly distant personality, it would be notorious because she barely speaks a word to anyone new and just stands there staring at them like 👀 and maybe she will just immediatly let you know if she likes you or not in a non-discreet manner 🤭

2 ) How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

Well, as I said earlier, I imagine she would socially be distant and reserved — but also confident in herself, and will not doubt in telling you what she thinks about you. But in her inner circle and loved relatives, she would be very caring, tender, and attentive. My Nia would show her softer side, and maybe even tightly embrace and smooch everyone she adores. Huge romantic vibes (platonically) with her family, even gifting them little things like pieces of jewellery, books, flowers, or dragoneggs. 💗

3 ) What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?

Her body is ALWAYS hot for some reason (like it emanates heat from her basically lmao), Verynia often taps her fingers on any surface when thinking or confronting someone, and walks in circles when thinking and having to be stood up.

4 ) Do they make strong/frequent eye contact when they talk to someone?

Absolutely, yes. No matter who she’s talking to, the strong eye contact is there. (wish I could do that though 😔)

5 ) Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related and in what way? (ie very caring and helpful but a doormat, or very observant and shrewd but often paranoid)

Definitely! I think that Nia would spend too much time taking care of the people she loves/trusts, that she barely takes care of herself. And I pressume that her bravery also comes with her recklessness. 😅

6 ) How has their childhood affected the way they view an aspect of their life (people, education, society, themselves, etc)?

This is a very important question I feel like I need to develop a bit more around her! For short, until I properly develop her views, I feel like all the things that happened in the canon series of HOTD would lead her to keep a strong, reserved personality for herself because she knows that she needs to be aware of anyone trying to snatch away her position, or the position of her big half sister in general — and she would be very skeptical about relying on others that she fully doesnt know or trust. (this is said very vaguely so i still need to fit her properly into canon and develop her personality around the situations!)

7 ) How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?

As I said earlier, I still need to think properly on how to fit her right into canon! But yes, I suppose she would influence. I like to think that she helped her family organise war strategies against the Greens to claim her sisters Throne, gather as much allies as possible, and even go to war herself 🤭

8 ) What is your trait that fanon would exaggerate?

Her defiance, and bold self. While I mighy portray and think of her as bold, confident, hot-headed, reckless and a bit rebellious at times; my girl would know her limits. And of course, it’s not like she would act on impulse to her instincts. I mean... Maybe she does, actually yes 😂 but depends the situation, or if someone pushes her to the brink. On a situation that needs to be taken seriously — such as war and taking back a throne —, she would never take decisions out of impulse, or act bold without thinking. Nia would think of situations beforehand strategically before doing anything, and I feel like if she were canon the fanon would overemphasise her boldness and defiant self to the point they would portray her as basically head empty only vibing and just randomly following her instincts instead of being reckless only when necessary. (MAN I HOPE I ANSWERED THIS PROPERLY)

9 ) How would someone who loved you portray you?

(Answering this with the interpretation that it would be for how the fanon that loves her portrays her) For someone who would love her and/or is on the Black Team, she would be portrayed as courageous, girlboss vibes and genuinely protective of her family to the point she would literally kill and get killed for her beloved ones. Especially because she literally is willing to sacrifice every inch of herself if it means to fight and stand for what is right.

10 ) How would someone who hated you portray you?

(Same but uhh for people tending to support more the Green Team ajdjkel) Daemon but less (wayy less) worse, or maybe like a younger Nyra but more defiant. Toxic, arrogant, dismissive to the situation of the Greens (Aemonds eye loss, yk...), and as someone who disregards the true authority, I think. Perhaps they would even call her a whore for flirting with her own betrothed bastard nephew... but yk, its HOTD!!! 😅🙏

11 ) What is your trait that fanon would exaggerate?

Answered in the 8th question! ♡

12 ) What canon character are you most similar to?

When I read this I wasn’t sure if the OP meant similar in personality, or physically! So I will just go for both 🤙😅 Personally, I think she would probably be most similar to Nyra, in many ways: rebellious attitudes, fights for what is right, but is very loving and caring with her family. Physically idk, not any canon character in particular! Her hair would be the typically long platinum Targaryen hair, and her eyes would be like her mothers. I like imagining that before marrying Alicent (and im about to get really cringy with my own daydreaming so hold tight), King Vizzy married for a short while a Princess named Seraphyna Thornspyke in a little continent I made up called Astralis — and she would be the future heir to the Throne in there bc they believe in female empowerment yessir 🤙. Her eyes were dark and her hair was too so Verynia inherited her mothers dark eyes 🤭 (i need to stop rambling...)

13 ) What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship?

Regarding the canon scenes, I have SO many scenes in mind 🤭 I have a bit of no shame in admitting that she would 100% get shipped with Lucerys because it’s dead obvious she favours him over anyone else, and how their personalities complement each other perfectly (like, she’s the typical hot-headed, bold, yet loving girlie that defends to death the timid, soft, insecure sweet boy). If my OC/Self-Insert (sorry) were canon, the most obvious ship validation scene is during the betrothal announcements scene in Kings Landing and during the betrothal feast/dinner. The first scene during the announcements would be sooo obvious bc she would be by his side and when its announced that Luke is marrying his cousin shes like, eye-twitching (not literally though, more as a way of saying HHAHS), and with the worst moody ass face that simultaneously is holding back tears 😂 and this lasts until the betrothal dinner 👀 And there I like to imagine that our sweet boy notices shes pouty and keeps trying to look elsewhere and he has no idea what tf to do until Jace takes Helaena to dance and Luke just copies his big brother. My Nia would still be fuming a bit but at the same time she feels flattered and flustered. And I can imagine that he would try not to ask her why she seems upset, so instead he compliments her dancing and oh well, fuck the anger of the betrothal; her mood has been lifted and she just giggles awkwardly and compliments him back. From there they would just kind of giggle stupidly at each other flustered at their compliments and they would also silently mock Aemond sjkfmrei OOHHH AND ALSO WHEN THEY STARTED FIGHTING AND AEGON FACEPLANTED LUKE AGAINST A PLATE OF FOOD SHE WOULD IMMEDIATLY TRY TO THROW HANDS AT AEGON So yeah thats evidence number one that would validate the ship 100%. Then I imagine random scenes of them staring randomly at each other and stupidly smiling, and her cheering for Luke when training with Jace and and and another one where before leaving to Storms End she quickly hugs him from behind and tells him that shes very proud of who he is and our shy boy is all blushing akifmelclfkg AGHHH i need to shut the fuck up now !!!

If you see this THANK YOU FOR REACHING THE END TO MY RAMBLING ABOUT MY OC MY LOVEEE 💘💘💘 and once again for the number 100th time for allowing me to express myself about my OC! This was super funnn ahhhfhhf🥰🥰

[squishedegg]

1. My favourites have to be Rick, Morty and Jerry

2. I saw a post talking about how domestic Beth had the same nose shape as the Beth in the first seasons, so for that reason I'd say domestic Beth

3. I think that Rick C137 were definitely romantically involved. There's alot of proof and theories that I've read that have convinced me

4. Honestly, I think a good name would be Tammy, since, well, Tammy is dead and I feel like Bp would be the type of guy to name her after Tammy :,) But I'm not good with names so I can't really think of any other name lol

5. I've heard that the show will continue on to at least season 10, I feel like that's a good amount of seasons to properly end the story with a good enough finale

6. Smash, even when I first saw the show years ago, I knew that Rick C137 was a smash lol

7. My favourite villain has to be the devil, but if I had to choose the best executed, I'd pick King Jellybean. Although I do despise how Morty and Summer are constantly going through stuff that they shouldn't at their age (like dating older people and witnessing murders). I do think that this episode handled it better. First off, Rick doesn't force Morty to tell him and instantly realizes that something happened between him and King Jellybean, and he realizes that whatever it was, it really fucked Morty up. Instead of ignoring it like in the later seasons, he decides to give Morty what he wants, even if that means Rick doesn't get to prove Morty wrong. And I've gone through similar situations before, so seeing how Rick would react warms my heart.

8. Anatomy Park. I forgot what my other favourites were, but Anatomy Park will always be one of mine.

9. Vat of Acid. I have some others because I have autism, so it's unbearable to watch something that gives me second hand embarrassment. I especially hated the Vat of Acid episode because Rick was so cruel to Morty lol

10. Some of my least favourites are the fandom favourites so idk which one to pick :,)

11. The episode where he does this whole heist just so that Morty will continue to be his sidekick forever. Rick has done some fucked up shit (mostly to Morty) but this is just the first thing that comes up to mind, just because of how cruel this was. I mean, Morty even tells Rick that he'll just give up on his dreams and stay with Rick forever, like you can't tell me that this episode was fucked up, poor Morty

12. I do think it would be difficult because the side characters will be affected too, but considering how meta the show is and how portal travel-ly Rick is, I have no doubt that the writers will find some way to introduce the new voice actors or whatever they plan to do

13. Tysm @rickxation for tagging me 🥹 @thesoftboiledegg is one of the first ppl that followed me and I love their theories sm (I would tag some more but the ppl I reblogged from already mentioned some pretty cool blogs)

14. Morty, Rick then Jerry (in order). To most people it is confusing how I relate to all three but I've read some theories or posts that explain how they are like each other sometimes. Also I may be projecting but I headcanon Jerry as autistic, he's always made fun of (by his own family) and often can't read the room and some other stuff.

15. I haven't seen the show in awhile so I don't remember many bits. I think one of my favourite bits is in the episode, Rickdependence Spray. Although the whole idea of the episode was stupid, it still managed to make me laugh. There were tons of jokes that stuck to me, like the fact that one of the people said it was a "text-book trebuchet" after Morty said that no one would know the difference. And I'm a huge fan of occurring bits/jokes, so seeing Morty being called a boy that never lies the whole episode until the reveal, was funny to me.

16. Season 2/3

17. I did have a least favourite but honestly I forget which one it was lol, I think it was season 4

18. Idk

19. Oh man I have many, "A vat of acid, are you dying of dementia?" and any of Rick's catchphrases; are the ones that come to mind immediately

20. Morty ig lol I relate the most to him so I feel like I would be the best at being him

20 SHORT-ANSWER* RICK AND MORTY QUESTIONS FOR YOU:

*You can write long answers, if you'd like! Feel free to skip questions, too!

Who is your favourite Rick and Morty Character?

Which Beth is the clone: Domestic Beth or Space Beth?

Do you think that Rick-C137 and Rick Prime were previously romantically involved?

What do you think would be a good name for Birdperson and Tammy's daughter?

How many seasons do you think Rick and Morty will eventually have?

Rick C-137: smash or pass?

Who is your favourite Rick and Morty villain?

Your favourite Rick and Morty episode?

Your least favourite Rick and Morty episode?

Who is your least favourite Rick and Morty character?

What is, in your opinion, the worst thing that Rick C-137 has ever done?

Do you think that Rick and Morty will be affected substantially by having to change the voice actor for Rick and Morty and a bunch of other characters?

What's a good Rick and Morty blog?

Who is the Rick and Morty character that you relate to the most?

The funniest Rick and Morty bit/scene, in your opinion?

Best Rick and Morty season?

Worst Rick and Morty season?

Would you stop watching the show if Justin Roiland returned?

Your favourite Rick and Morty quote?

If you had to be one member of the smith family in the next season, who would you want to be?

[huxleys-kinhelp]

hi hi omg i got so excited when i saw bsd and vnc on your fandom whitelist!!!!! would it be alright if i requested some agere/petre headcanons for ranpo and/or vanitas?? idk if it’s against the rules to request stuff for 2 characters but if you’d rather only write for 1 i totally understand!!! i’m not picky, so pls feel free to do whatever you’re most comfy with ^_^

no matter what you decide, tysm for your time!!!!!! i hope you have a wonderful day!!! :D

Ranpo Edogawa Agere Headcanons!

Ranpo typically regresses to 4-7, but he’ll rarely regress to 2-3, mainly when he’s been stressed or upset over something.

He’s been regressing since he was younger, around when he’d first joined the agency. At the time he didn’t have a word for what he experienced, but Fukuzawa would look after him and keep him out of trouble.

He’s confident with his regression, and isn’t anxious about mentioning it around new people, or acting childish in public.

He loves playing pretend! He’ll go all out with making props and costumes and perform plays for the Agency! Most of his stories are dramatic retellings of his adventures as World’s Best Detective, in which he stars as the main character and hero.

He loves playing with Atsushi, and usually casts him as his assistant in his stories! Atsushi often buys him toys and sweets.

He sees Yosano as a big sister, and looks up to her. Yosano finds it adorable to have a small sidekick following her around, and always has his best interest in mind. She can get rather protective at times.

Dazai is always in the audience of Ranpo’s performances, he adores them and always gives Ranpo encouragement and advice on how to make his stories even better! He’s usually the one that helps Ranpo create costumes and props for his shows, and always has the best ideas! Tanizaki never minds looking after him, even if he is a bit anxious when it comes to kids, since he worries he’ll do something wrong. He always carries sweets on him just for Ranpo, and participates in his games.

Naomi reads him stories, she gives the characters different voices and always manages to make him laugh! She also makes the best angel milk out of anyone in the agency. She’s usually in charge of getting him to sleep, but she plays games with him as well.

Kunikida is a busybody, and is nearly always working on something, but he does his best to work in time in his schedules for Ranpo’s shows and other things. Whenever Ranpo wants his attention randomly and it’s not pre-planned, Kunikida will let him color next to his desk while he works.

Fukuzawa is who Ranpo sees as a father figure! He hangs around him constantly, and often tries to mimic what he does since he looks up to him. He loves to stay in Fuku’s office and color, play with toys, etc! He has a HUGE collection of toys, stuffed animals, games, and sweets. The agency members are almost constantly buying him new things to add to it.

Ranpo loves getting up and moving when playing. Jumping, running, skipping, chasing, he’s very energetic and almost always doing something new to hold his attention! But when he’s regressed younger, he usually goes nonverbal, and is much sleepier, so he likes to watch cartoons! The Agency members always let him win when they play board games.

He invites Poe over for playdates often! Whether Poe is another regressor or an adult playmate, is your interpretation. Poe has begun writing children’s stories for Ranpo, and helps him come up with his own stories too! They love to get creative together.

Mushitaro doesn’t look after him much when he’s regressed, but he does get roped into his shenanigans whenever Ranpo comes over to Poe’s mansion for their playdates. He’s like a stressed mom when Ranpo is around, he’s constantly fawning over him and cleaning after him as well.

note : no worries at all, anon! i don't mind writing for two characters. I'll write headcanons for vanitas tomorrow in a separate post, i would have done it now since i've already written ranpo's, but it's quite late where i live. thank you so much for requesting! these were so fun to write ♡ (image at the top is from user waterrr on tumblr!)

[oven-thermometer]

Request: “ Hello I have a request!!! How about a story with Strife x reader. Strife and reader spend the day together with reader making Strife an amazing human meal. It starts to get late as the two get ready for bed, reader says it’s alright for Strife to stay the night. He gets his own room, but he can’t sleep. He already has a huge crush on reader (reader has a crush on him too). He makes the decision to wander into their room to snuggle in reader’s bed. THEY SHARE A FIRST KISS!!! …I love me some pining and first loves!!! Sorry about the lack of new Darksiders games, that sucks, I was hoping for something new too. ”

A/N: THQ did announce that they’re working on some other unnamed games, hopefully Darksiders 4 is in there somewhere lol. Tysm for the request, I’ve been struggling with ideas – hope you like it <3

Word count: 2.1k

Warning: literally just a vague kissing scene

Another day well spent. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence: spending your off days with Strife that is. Hours of banter, games and simply spending time in each other’s company was an easy way to wind down. Your friendship with Strife had always been one filled with cherished memories – and today was certainly no different.

The sun had set about an hour ago, laying a crisp feeling of cool over your home. It was a nice contrast to the stuffy spring day. Not that you were complaining, getting to spend the day under the protection of the AC meant you could both continue your shenanigans. Shenanigans which included board games, movies, reality TV binging and your personal favourite – teaching Strife to cook.

Teaching Strife small little skills made him feel normal, and you didn’t particularly mind either. It meant you got to stare as the glint in his eyes showed the curiosity etched onto his face. The sheer joy he experienced from learning how to bake cookies, or how to make a good cheese sauce meant he could prove to himself that maybe he wasn’t such a monster. The monster the council and the entire of creation had plastered him as. He could choose who he was.

Setting the spoon down, you looked to Strife. That same glorious smile crept it’s way onto his face, igniting an odd feeling in your chest. The way his eyes met yours for a second made you both laugh quietly. You grinned as you poked his chest playfully, “You told me you’d never made mac and cheese before – quite the quick learner.”

He chuckled, his warm laughter pouring out into your kitchen. He took the spoon from the counter and began stirring the pot once more, “I have some tricks up my sleeve.”

You leaned over the stovetop next to Strife, the smile never leaving your face, “You know, if you’re already this good at cooking, some would say you’re just trying to spend time with me.”

He scoffed, “You wish. I really am just using you for your cooking skills and then I plan on leaving as soon as possible. Never know when a demon out there might need some killer dinner.”

Your laughter rang clearly through the space. You buried your face in your hands, attempting to stifle the giggling. “I hate you.” You joked, the words muffled behind your fingers.

“Oh c’mon dollface,” he leaned closer to your face, “you know you love me. It’s undeniable.”

“In your dreams loverboy,” you scoffed, turning away to hide the blush dusting your cheeks, “the food should be ready now anyways.”

Dinner was full of the usual teasing and banter. Being friends with Strife also meant constant harmless bickering and playful jabs. Snarky comments about the current situation or about each other took their comfortable spot between you two. It meant you could get under each other’s skin. And as far as you were both aware, the harmless flirting meant absolutely nothing. Yes, the pet-names and compliments definitely had no effect whatsoever. The quick head turns and quicker glances at each other did not mean anything odd – and the yearning for each other’s attention meant nothing. You hoped it did at least.

You sat across from each other at your dinner table. As you ate, you felt those yellow eyes on you again. A sarcastic comment was made about how he couldn’t stop staring, which was returned with silence. Strife was many things, but silent was not one of them. Your brows quirked in curiosity as his eyes continued to bore into yours.

“What? Do I have something in my teeth?” you joked, but still, he wouldn’t say anything. You studied his features. He didn’t look upset or angry. He looked lost, like he was in a daze. You actually felt yourself being pulled into one of your own. His dead stare captured your focus – mac and cheese was forgotten. You had admired Strife’s handsomeness before, who couldn’t? But now, with the light above you shining down on both of you and dipping into the curves of his face, it only accentuated it. The sharp angles of his jaw flowed with the warm glow of the light. His neon gold eyes seemed to strengthen the height of his cheekbones set against his face. You knew Strife was handsome, but you had never really known how pretty he was – only the word awe-inspiring came to mind.

A crack of lightning startled you awake. Your head snapped to the window. As quick as it had appeared, the electricity filling the sky was gone. And so was your own daze. You shook your head. Strife had come to as well, coughing before promptly returning to his abandoned meal. You couldn’t bring your gaze near him again for the rest of dinner. Even as more lightning shook the sky and rain thundered down onto your roof. You did not once look at him or share another glance.

The dishes were done in silence as well. It would occasionally be broken by a single word or the clashing of dishes, but nothing was said. A quiet agreement was made with the both of you to not speak about what had happened. Denial filled both of your minds. What was the harm in it? You both just happened to stare into space at the same time. While facing at each other. While admiring each other. While evidently not getting lost in thought but getting lost in each other’s eyes.

Oh.

“You can’t go home with the weather like this! It’s pouring outside.” You pleaded.

“I appreciate the concern, dollface, but I’ve been through worse,” he patted your shoulder reassuringly, “thanks for dinner – it was great.”

You grabbed Strife’s hand as it was lifted from your shoulder, the words muddling in your throat as they ran to get out. After a few tries you managed to sputter the right words out. You tried to laugh before saying it, to play it cool, “I don’t think um, I don’t think Mayhem would uh, would really agree.”

“Uh-huh,” he tilted his head and smirked in a teasing manner, “sure you don’t just want me around, lovebug?”

You scoffed, “New nickname? Aren’t I special.” You said in a mocking tone.

Strife quickly freed his hand and poked your cheek, “Yep.”

You huffed, crossed your arms and promptly began walking towards your room with an unamused look on your face, “Take the couch or use the spare bedroom. There’s linen in the hall closet.” Is all you said before closing your bedroom door and shutting him out.

You paid no attention to any noises beyond your door. You simply lay on your bed with your face buried in the pillows, a raging blush burning your cheeks. You groaned as you turned over. The memories from the day ran past your eyes as you kept landing on dinner. Everything had just bottled up till you couldn’t take it anymore. Why did he have to be like that? You just asked him to stay over. Nothing else. Damn him.

The idea that maybe your friendship with Strife had turned into a crush made you scared. Scared? Nervous. For so long you two had been comfortable and content just with how things were. You loved Strife’s friendship. You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Maybe anything. Maybe you also wouldn’t be apposed to being something else.

You stopped your thoughts right there. The rose tint on your cheeks seared across your face and spread to your neck and ears. You sighed, smothering the pillow on your face. Just then, a knock at your door alerted you.

A few minutes before, Strife sat in the guest room of your home and was having the exact same predicament. He sat on the bed, hugging the pillow, trying to sort through his racing thoughts. All he could think about were the days you two had spent together. This burning feeling in his chest tore through him, settling on his skin, making it burn unpleasantly. He was pretty sure he had romantic conquests before in his life, trouble was he couldn’t remember many of them. He was at an utter loss for what to do. Strife had accepted his feelings for you long ago, but that didn’t make it any easier. If anything it made it worse. He wanted to protect you. To hold you. To love you.

For so long he had blocked off his emotions and held them back with a broken string of jokes and denial. But now his feelings for you had made a crack in that dam, and the dam was beginning to break. He was terrified of what might come loose if everything broke free, so he had kept everything to himself. He tried on many occasions to leave you, to abandon your friendship – so that he could keep you safe. He wasn’t only concerned about what might happen to him with the dam breaking, he was scared for you. Creation told him he was a monster, an abomination, and that is what he was. No abomination could ever love something as gorgeous as you. Your presence basked his life in warmth, and so every time he tried to turn away from you he could never bring himself to fully cut you off. This was just another thing he hated himself for.

He couldn’t do this anymore. He had to tell you. And if that meant losing you forever, so be it. His life could no longer be riddled with this aching pain of self-loathing.

The gentle knock at your door was so soft it could have been easily mistaken for the wind. You swiftly threw the pillow from your head and made your way to the door. You opened it slowly, seeing Strife’s tired eyes glued to the floor.

A sheepish smile spread over his lips, “Would you believe me if I said I was afraid of the lightning?”

You smiled, “Not really,” the tired look strewn across his face still concerning you, “what’s up?”

Strife shrugged, still obviously avoiding eye contact, “I was…” –‘spit it out’- “You know if you’re ok with it!” –‘say it’- “Uh, I mean-“

You leaned on the door, visibly confused. Strife struggled to let the words out. Eventually you caught on, your eyes widening with realization.

“Oh!” you gasped, “You wanna sleep in here?”

The boldness of your statement struck you the moment it left your mouth. You laughed quietly, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

Although he seemed relieved. An invisible weight lifted from his shoulders as he let go of a breath he didn’t know was there.

He nodded quickly before you could take it back, “I’d like that a lot.”

Neither of you questioned it. And both of you were thankful for that.

Silence dawned over the two of you as you sat in your bed. You both sat upright against the headboard, with you leaning your head comfortably on his shoulder. A content sigh left you as you snuggled further into Strife’s arm. He chuckled and lay his head atop yours in response. The vibrations of his laugh ran through you, infecting you with your own outburst of smiles. Only the sounds of breathing and airy laughs could be heard, with even the dull sound of rain on your roof rushing away. The fury of the lightning no longer concerned either of you. Your shared comfort seeped into your surroundings. Strife slowly inched his hand closer to yours and wormed his fingers in-between yours. You squeezed his large, calloused hands with yours and intertwined your fingers further. He brought your clasped hands to his lips and lightly peppered kisses over your knuckles. A smile danced over your face as you cupped his face within your palms and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. You both got lost in each other’s eyes, but this time neither of you shied away.

At this distance you were finally able to study his features closely. The speckles of scars littering his face and the tiny wrinkles around his eyes as he smiled entranced you. Your noses brushed together as you subconsciously leaned closer. Strife could feel the dam breaking, as well as his resolve. He surged forward, the final crack in his wall bursting with emotion. He could no longer deny himself or you. His mouth ghosted across yours in an attempt to silently ask for permission. Your eyes fluttered closed. You moved forward to close the gap. Rough lips met your soft ones in a tender kiss.

Sparks of pure happiness danced across the world. Everything seemed to melt away. The rain was a distant echo, the lightning a forgotten memory, the storm getting farther away the longer Strife’s lips moved against your own. You two were the only ones in the world at that moment. Joy shook you to your bones. The glow of unaltered and honest feeling spread through both of you, replacing the aches in your chests. A warm embrace was shared in silence.

Maybe the universe had told him he was a monster, but he was your monster.

[agottwha]

sry i dont post much im mor active on my twt (agathewha) n i als hav an ig (agottwha) too if u wana c more of my art that i havnt postd yet here

als tysm 4 371 followers <|:) hehe iv been readin all th reblogs n stuff frm time 2 time tumblr so sillay evry1s p sweet so far

ok findin out th color changes is cool i lik this im gna keep doin this

umm a lil more ab me is i rly liek witches n magic systems in various media n my biggest interest b4 postin ab hs again wuz witch hat atelier!!!!!!! its wher i got my username frm #rep

i als rly lik magical girls mmm personaly i js rly liek th magic aspect of it iv never rly watchd em much!!! i did grow up on precure n ojomajo doremi <|:) im gna watch th first ep of magical destroyers in a bit cz i wz curious lawl th gas mask girl looks cool

i als rly liek video games!! i rly liek character based fps games i wuz a HUGE val nerd i had th 1k hrs 2 boot n i wz sup in2 th lore ... i als play ow but only w friends bleh game kinda sanyws on both i main viper/kj/neon + ana/mercy/echo

i als rly liek rpgmaker games i think my fav all time wuz end roll/walking on a star unknown by segawa!!! (still sad ovr tower of hanoi n future works not bein permitted 2 b tled 2 eng but it is wat it is) iv playd th classics ofc!!!!!!! im als a big fan of miwashibas games!!!!!

i tjink its obvious im new 2 tumblr im js havin fun ok nao bye

[moroinini]

NO WAAAAAY HAHAHA X'D What rabbit hole have we fallen into IT'S A GRANDPA TAMAGOTCHI NOT A SILLY PET AAAAA

It's said it somehow fell into the Digiverse and then trained like CRAZY to become buff grandpa to survive 🔥🔥🔥😭

I'd own him hahaha !!! BET

The yellow version looks like an onion ... CLOSE ENOUGH ?

I BOW TO YOU for sharing the creme de la creme 👀 QUICK I want to see what happens to everyone in the Digiverse !! WE'LL MEET TEKKEN & MAGICAL GIRLS OMG 🎀💪🏻🧅haha

Devilgotchi Shitajiki

[crush-x-reader-fluff-angst-smut]

Romeo and Juliet || Jock!Crush x Female Shy!Reader

FOR: @a-very-bored-blogger REQUESTED: Yes!

”hii may i request a jock male crush x shy insecure fem reader? if possible, smth abt the crush confronting the reader that she is much better than she think she is? tysm i love ur blog 💓💓“

I had fun with this! It took a bit of a turn, but I thought it was pretty wholesome.

TW: body insecurities

y/n l/n had never thought of herself as pretty, even though she sure as hell was. She had beautiful h/c hair and mesmerizing e/c eyes. yet she was so insecure. Seeing all the beautiful, thin, cheerleaders made her jealous and insecure, considering her crush was an athlete.

oh c/n c/l/n. He was hot. His gorgeous e/c eyes and muscular build, y/n thought it must be impossible not to fall for the cute boy.

But, would y/n ever talk to him? No. Would she consider it? No.

until one day, a very special day. A day where y/n liked her english teacher for once.

”Class! Today I will be pairing you all in groups of 5 to perform a short version of a Shakespeare play for class. Before you ask, I will be making the groups myself. Group one, doing Hamlet, will be Justin, Cassidy, Sierra, Carter, and Sophia. Group two doing Macbeth will be b/f/n, f/n, Jackson, Tony, and Juan..” the teacher went on, until y/n heard the play she wanted to hear.

”Group 4 Romeo and Juliet. C/n, Chloe, Mariah, Wilbur, and Y/N.”

Her heart was racing, she felt a little sick, but she also felt a little amazing. The thought of playing the love interest with c/n made her blush. The teacher handed scripts with pre-assigned roles to a group member.

”disperse!” the teacher yelled.

c/n ran to y/n with the scripts.

”Just so you know, I got Romeo and you got Juliet, and I don’t want you to feel awkward having to kiss me, so I can switch with Wilbur if you’d like-“ c/n started to say before getting cut off by y/n.

”oh- um, t’s okay c/n,” y/n said, sincerely.

”do you wanna rehearse after school? My place?” C/n offered.

Y/n nodded, her face the exact shade of a tomato.

later that day, y/n arrived at c/n’s house. She had dressed up a bit, and even put on perfume, something she rarely did.

y/n rang the doorbell and c/n answered.

”come in!” he said as soon as he saw her.

she entered the house. It was pretty big, and modern looking.

”should we go up to my room?” c/n suggested.

y/n nodded and they went up to his room. The to started to rehearse until they got to the “kiss scene“ as y/n called it.

they had gotten pretty far until c/n spoke, “then move not, while my prayers effect, I take.”

He gulped and leaned in to kiss y/n when she pulled away at the last minute.

”I-I’m sorry c/n. I can’t,” y/n said with a shaky breath.

”I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or something I can-“ he started to offer before y/n stepped in.

”it’s not you, it’s me. I just- when I think of Juliet, I picture a beautiful, perfect girl, with a perfect figure, and a perfect smile. and that’s not me,” she admitted.

”What do you mean y/n? You are beautiful. I’ve had a huge crush on you since the 6th grade. Kissing you is all I’ve ever wanted. You are beautiful, and you are the perfect Juliet,” c/n said with a slight smile.

”I-I’ve liked you since 5th grade, and you’re telling me this now?” she said with a laugh.

c/n smiled and laughed.

”can we chat more. over a date this time? Will you be my Juliet?”

”Only if you’ll be my Romeo.”

[fluxweeed]

10 first lines

share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics / wips

hi @teeteringpileofunusednotebooks and @nv-md! tysm for the tag + i’m sorry i’m so late!! mari – i’m ridic excited for your stupid number of WIPs – also i feel like you’ve started writing at least? two more? since you posted your version? i’m laughing, but with love. ali – your lines are all so perfect and make me miss ur writing so much! nv-md binge incoming!!! 

the last time i did this was exactly 10 published fics ago, so this is actually perfect timing! last time i also completely ignored the rules and talked in-depth about each line, and u kno what? tumblr is about the only place i feel comfortable being stupidly self-indulgent, so here we are again lmao 🙈

in reverse chronological order:

1. For Lack of Wanting (8.4k, E, unrequited drarry)

I was obsessed with him, you know.

(this line and also the entire first section is so tell-y but tbh i purposefully didn’t care. i just wanted to write some fucked-up unrequited roleplay sex, you know? sometimes you have to forget about writing good and just treat urself)

2. Still the pine-woods scent the moon (15.5k, E, remus/harry)

It seems like a reasonable idea, at first.

(so this fic actually started off as a sirius/harry after i went on a huge @lqtraintracks bender one weekend [and if u haven’t already, stop what ur doing and go inhale all 19 lqt sirius/harry fics immediately]. then i realised there was nothing i could really add to a sirius/harry fic that hadn’t been done already - but i came across this art and it lodged itself into my brain forever. it’s just the vibes, u know?? how soft remus looks but also the way he’s looking right at the camera?? that man is in CONTROL. so anyway then obv i needed to find a way to get him into grimmauld place so he could walk in on draco fucking harry in the arse. thus: first line.)

3. Ferrety Little Mouths and How to Snog with Them (5k, T/M, soft drarry kissing)

“And she lost her shit, can you believe it?”

(can’t rly take credit for this one; this whole section with draco talking about his ex is almost word-for-word a convo i had with a friend about their ex and their friend who was weird about it. not quite sure the phrase “she lost her shit” was used, but that was def the vibe.)

4. Two to Lie and One to Listen (85k, E, drarry fake relationship [sort of])

She’d got another letter from the Ministry that morning. It was from the Muggle Liaison Office this time. 

(god, this fic. in the very first draft, hermione was the legit villain: the sort of friend who is well-meaning and loudly supportive, but is lowkey bigoted and doesn’t think that queer relationships are as meaningful as straight ones. then before the first big rewrite i started thinking more about her motivations and had the idea of making her trans – both to give her a non-bigot reason for agreeing to help draco hide his sexuality and not tell harry about it [it’s all about the trauma, folks!!], but also as a nice little fuck-you to jkr. so then she needed more of her own storyline, bc it felt like a bit of a cop-out to be like “hey this character is trans i swear! anyway let’s mostly ignore her and have her get in the way of the main pairing” [which, honestly, is still sort of the vibe of the fic], so she got her big Let’s Change The World Campaign.

the first version of this prologue was from draco POV; the second version was hermione POV but she was sooo mean and angry; this one is the third attempt. i wanted to show her desperate attempts at making any kind of change, anywhere at all, so it’s a bit more plausible that when she runs into draco malfoy, she’s like “ok yeah sure let’s pretend to be boyfriendgirlfriend!” lol. also does it bother anyone else that there are three different tenses in this one line? everything about this fic makes me sick lmfao)

5. Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) (10k, T, epistolary author!harry/publishing-grunt!draco)

CURRICULUM VITAE: Draco L. Malfoy

(can’t remember whose idea it was to start with a cv? it seems like the sort of lazy backstory shortcut i would do, lmao, unless it was actually @lastontheboat​’s idea, in which case it was a genius move to introduce draco’s work struggle and set the tone for his journey thru the rest of the fic)

6. An Auror Error (1k, T, stupid drarry auror fic written in tongue-twisters)

Harry shivered under Malfoy’s stern glare.

(1. wanted it to be left a bit ambiguous what harry’s actually feeling here [reality: he’s shivering bc he thinks draco is sexy when he glares, but also he could be scared bc he’s being interrogated?] 2. playing around a little bit with the s/sh sounds. easing into the nonsense to come.)

7. Eight o’clock, tomorrow evening (11.5k, E, drarry legilimency sex)

It was seven fifty-five, and Draco’s stomach churned.

(listen, i thought i was doing something with the title being a line from the end of The Four Doors, which this fic is a lil sequel to. this first line was (a) tying that together even more and also (b) establishing the POV switch from harry POV in 4D)

8. The Taste of Țuică (15k, E, ron/harry/draco)

Mum always says my problem is that I care too much. I think that’s nonsense, honestly—one of those meaningless things mums say to make you feel better about overreacting to stupid shit. But I can’t deny that I care about my friends. I mean, really care about them. You know?

(i’m including the whole first line here instead of just the sentence bc i was trying to do sooo much here, lmao. first, i wanted to really ground this fic in ron POV, and the weasleys are so very Family [u know??], so i wanted to get that in asap. i also wanted to get in ron’s maybe-demisexuality in there – i love love LOVE getting characters to explicitly state something about themselves while also simultaneously not realising it at all [seriously i do this all the time, promptly forget about this if ever u plan to read one of my fics bc it will be all u can see now haha] and this absolutely an example of that. poor old ron is going “hey i love my friends soooo much, i love hermione, and also i love harry, i just love them both SO MUCH. wait why tf did i kiss harry that one time???” what a chump.)

9. Belatedly Consummated (4k, E, drarry post-arranged marriage fuck)

The problem is: Harry can’t stop touching Draco.

(idk man i just really liked the thought of these two idiots having to cohabit and try to remain platonic while they get a magical boner every time they touch each other ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ this one also gave me a chance to do another thing i rly like to do, which is take the first line and make it the last line, except the last line is somehow Resolved. last lines are fuckin HARD, i use this trick all the time, pls also forget this one before reading any of my fics, ty)

10. Show them the night that they dreamed about before (6.5k, E, percy/harry/draco)

Draco’s first thought is, Huh, Potter’s here again.

His second thought is, What is he doing, bent over the desk like that?

His third thought is, Oh. Weasley is fucking him.

(i think this was the first thing i wrote for this fic and i lowkey still love it. i think it’s maybe a bit confusing? clunky? i feel like one of my beta’s didn’t like it? but it makes me laugh and also i enjoy the mental image of percy going to town on harry and draco standing there experiencing a whole-ass face journey while otherwise completely motionless, so.)

BONUS WIPS:

1. 10k/15kish written, E, silly drarry vagina fic

As soon as Harry wakes up, he knows that Something is Not Right.

(i feel like this might stay the same in the final version? this wip is about 5 years old lmao but i’ve been playing with this beginning section a bit recently. have made it 100% sillier and imo it’s improved it so much. still not sure i’ll ever finish it.)

2. 27k/50kish written, M, drarry polyjuice clubfic

In general, Harry is grateful for Hermione’s efforts to keep him alive.

(i strongly suspect i’m going to rewrite this entire first scene once i actually finish the fic and realise there are secret themes that currently elude me. atm it works as a way of getting them to where they need to be [on a brisk morning walk!] and also as a joke later on in the fic, but there’s nothing else really going on with it.)

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god i’m so sorry for hijacking a simple tag game to talk about myself at such obnoxious length ;_; hope it encourages more writers to talk about their processes tho, i need more fic writing meta content now galla’s bonus podfic episodes are offline. tag me if u do this / come across this pls!!! love u ❤️

[saturnsorbits]

For the event!

1. Mezou Shoji + gn! quirkless reader

2. 3 years

3. Battlefield, reader was on their way to the restaurant when they encounter a villain. Shoji and other nearby heroes are called to assess the situation.

4. Angst

If these entries are closed I apologize 😖 tysm

Hey, hey, hey... 🥰

I honestly didn't realise how much fun writing Shoji would be! He's such a versatile character - thank you for dropping this little prompt in for the event! 👀

Diverted on Route

-> Shoji; Intercepted by a Villian; Angst; 1.3k.

TW: Angst, Villian Attack, Reader is Hurt, No Character Death or Sever Harm, Panic, Some Very Mild Body Horror.

You don't hear the villain. Not until he already has you pinned to his chest with an arm around your neck. Trying to struggle is pointless, his hold too tight, too constricting for you to even manage to wriggle an inch, but the fear pumping through your body doesn't let you give in. A scream bubbles in your throat, ripped from your chest when the villain lifts a meaty paw and...

'I strongly suggest that you put them down before things get nasty.' Shoji's shadow would be intimidating on it's own, his muscular shoulders casting a mile long lane of darkness that almost eclipses the villain entirely, but it's his eyes that really strike fear. They're steeled, cold and bleak as they focus on the man holding his love hostage.

You've never seen that look in his eyes before. Still, the sight of him alone has your whole body reacting instantly. In your chest your heart picks, your muscles ticking with desperation as you try and remain calm, despite the tightening grip of your captors arms. Opening your mouth, you try and speak, but nothing leaves your throat. Shoji's name misses your lips, replaced with a cry.

'It's okay...' Two of Shoji's arms are outstretched. The hand on his lower arm is splayed, tendons shaking despite his training as he refuses to drop his eyes from you. His other extremity has transformed into an eye, it too focuses on you and blinking steady and rhythmic as if trying to stain the scene on the back of it's eyelid. 'It's going to be okay.' He swallows, he doesn't want the last thing he says to you to be a lie... He has to fix this, to beat this villain to win. He has to save you.

All you had wanted to do was make it to the restaurant on time. Fuck. Tears prick at your eyes as you run over one million and one different ways this could have gone. Still, hoping doesn't change anything now, does it? Feeling your heart thump against your ribs, you hope that you'll both be around to see your next anniversary.

'N'aww.' The villain grins. His mouth stretches, tearing at the sides until it opens up into a huge maw. Rows upon rows of teeth reside inside, circular in structure and sharp. They drip with saliva. It oozes from his mouth, forming a river that flows down his chin and drips onto the lapels of your jacket. 'Have I bagged myself a good one? Snagged a Hero's lover, have I? Well lucky me.'

'If you hurt them -.'

'What will you do little Hero?' The villain laughs, tightening his grip once more and earning a wheeze from you. 'Will you attack me? Risk hitting this one, here? Or are you going to try and talk me down... Get me to see the error of my ways?'

The extremity furthest back on Shoji's right side grinds its teeth. He's transformed the other two into ears, listening frantically for any sound of the reinforcements he'd called for by pressing the panic button on his belt. 'Now – wait.' He wants to move, every muscle in his body is coiled and tight desperate to spring into action, but there's no way he can move without risking your life. The floor of his stomach churns, bringing bile up and into his throat as he tries to swallow down panic and stick to his training.

It all happens too quick. The villain drops his shoulder, tossing both himself and you backwards.

There's a hand around your throat. It crushes your windpipe. No breath reaches your lungs. No matter how hard you gasp. You writhe. Someone is talking, but you can't hear. Memories flood your system. Moments scattered across time as your senses are assaulted by the first time you saw Shoji, about first kisses and the feeling of his hand in yours. It all blends together, playing on the back of your eyelids as they flutter shut and everything else is replaced by darkness.

'Oh.' The villain's voice is loud, booming around the street as the sound of crumbling concrete rumbles through the air. 'So he does have a little fight in him after all.'

Shoji surges forward, fist flying into the centre of the villain's chest and sending him backwards another few feet. His arms are shaking, all of them, he can feel it. There's no telling how much longer he's going to be able to hold out. Distraction itches at his temples, demanding he turn around and tend to you – fuck, he doesn't even know if you're okay, but if he doesn't put this guy down there's no telling if either of you would be making it out alive. Clenching his teeth, he advances on the villain. 'You really shouldn't of hurt them.'

'Why?' Laughing the villain dusts himself off. 'What'cha going to do?'

A rage like nothing else builds in Shoji's stomach when he glances to the side and catches sight of you. You're lying on the floor in a crumpled mess of limbs, your head buried under one of you arms preventing him from seeing your face. He transforms two of his far extremities into eyes, desperate to see if you're breathing, but his attention is quickly snatched away again.

'Don't take your eye off the ball, Tentacole.'

The villain's fist catches him square In the cheek, but Shoji only stumbles back for a fraction.

'Tentacole! On your left!' Tokoyami shouts from above, his body being held aloft by Dark Shadow who screeches as he drops him safely to the floor.

'And your right!' Kaminari's voice is loud and arrives with a crackling shock that makes everyone's hair stand on end. 'We've got this...'

For a moment, Shoji stutters, but then, a burst of lightning is streaking through the air and Dark Shadow's wings are casting a shadow on the ground larger than the surrounding buildings. The strike catches the villain square in the chest, sending him flying backwards, but efore he can crack his head against the next building, Dark Shadows wings wrap around him. The hold Dark Shadow take on him is bone crushing, almost squeezing the life from his lungs and preventing any struggling, not that it matters. Kaminari's blast has fried him, leaving his head rocking forward on his neck, his eyes rolling absently in his skull.

Shoji's legs unlock as soon as he knows you're out of immediate danger. He sprints, not caring about the debris littering the road as he jumps chunks of concrete to reach you. He hits his knees beside you, hands reaching and pulling, gently urging you back to him.

'Shoji?'

'It's me. I'm here. I'm here.'

Blinking, your whole body aches as Shoji diligently checks you over. He places a hand on your shoulder, keeping you still until he can confirm that you've not broken anything, only then does he let you sit up, does he let himself break and press his forehead to yours.

'We're -.' You cough, concrete dust clouding in front of your face.

'We're going to miss our reservation.'

Shoji's eyes are watering, all of his arms wrapping around you and holding you close to his chest. His breathing is still ragged, but with every second it evens out synchronising with yours as you both cling to each other. 'You're okay...' He mutters, nosing at your cheek. 'You're okay.'

'The restaurant, I -.'

'No.' He shakes his head before shifting enough to be able to slip his arms under you. Lifting gently, he holds you close to his chest and begins to walk. 'We're going to the hospital first, get you checked out.'

'But -.'

'Then, we can see about going to a restaurant, but only once you're cleared.' Tapping his forehead to yours, he breathes in deep.

You cough, spluttering as you curl into his chest. 'I don't want to spend our anniversary in a hospital...'

'And I don't care....' He soothes a hand down your back. 'Nothing matters as long as you're safe.'

The aching in your body finally gets the best of you, forcing you to sink into Shoji's grip as he makes his way towards the awaiting ambulance that will transport the both of you to the hospital. 'Happy anniversary...' You mumble. '… My hero.'

[feralaot]

how'd the aot characters be like when drunk? i've once read a hc about this topic would like to hear it from you too! keep up the good work btw i love your blog!

ahh tysm lovely anon! I like this idea :) 

AOT characters + how they act when drunk 

warnings: alcohol, mentions of vomit, hangovers

season 4 time, all characters are adults

eren

he can put back more than most, but is a massive angry drunk when he gets there. his voice gets louder and his face redder with every sip he takes. very high likelihood of getting into a fistfight, especially with jean if he’s unlucky enough to be in the vicinity. will probably spend the next morning vomiting and mikasa has to be there the whole time to make sure he doesn’t pass out with his face in a toilet

mikasa

doesn’t drink much because she pretty much has to act as eren’s wrangler for when he’s drunk. HOWEVER when she does drink she doesn’t drink a lot because it gives her killer headaches and she gets very touch averse. if someone so much as brushes against her she’ll lose her mind

armin

do not, under any circumstance, let armin have alcohol. he’s the biggest lightweight, a featherweight, if you will. two shots and he’s already an emotional mess going on long rants about how beautiful nature is and how precious his friends are to him

connie and sasha

these chaotic little disasters are a two for one deal. they only ever drink when they’re together because it’s “a lot more fun” and by fun they’re probably going to try communicating with animals and/or inanimate objects. jean is the responsible one and always puts away sharp objects or things that could possibly be used as weapons because at some point sasha will inevitably attempt to demonstrate “hunting methods”

jean

though he’s usually the semi responsible one and helps connie and sasha recover from hangovers, when he’s the drunk one he is BOUND to get everyone in trouble. tries to fight people, starts incoherent arguments, and by the end of the night he’s the one most likely to be arrested

historia

so so emotional. she’ll see a flower and start crying about how beautiful it is. she uses her small size to her advantage and curls up in places ymir can’t reach, just becomes completely feral. giggly as all hell and asks so many questions bc her brain cells are just absolutely buzzing

ymir

really cocky and really flirty. compliments historia and her friends endlessly, going off about how great they are and how much she appreciates them, but THEN she’ll turn around and completely flame someone. everything she thinks about them is made very clear. doesn’t start fights herself but will ABSOLUTELY stand her ground. drunk eren tries to fight drunk ymir and he gets his shit wrecked

reiner

it depends. usually he’ll just be sprawled out on the couch completely dead to the world. a heap of misery. on bad days he’ll start rambling to people about his emotions (despite them not asking) then proceeds to deny it ever happened by the time he’s conscious again. gets very touchy and will cling onto bertholdt like a monkey while he drags him around because he literally will not let go. he gets really really hungry too and would probably eat an entire block of cheese by himself should he happen to get his hands on one

bertholdt

so sweet and kind, barely different personality-wise to his sober self. he doesn’t drink much himself but will have beers with reiner sometimes. despite not knowing what the hell is going on he’ll sit and listen intently to someone talking even though he can’t really understand, then proceed to compliment them on how smart they are and probably give them hugs against their will. as you can probably guess, this is usually reiner. he manages to fall asleep in really strange places while drunk. examples: squished into a closet, wedged between the fridge and the wall, etc. somehow his drunk self finds this comfortable

annie

threatens to fight people but won’t actually do it unless she’s really angry for whatever reason. might just curl up on the couch and completely zone out, dead to the world, barely processing what’s going on around her. usually she refuses to move so it’s pretty normal for armin to have to pick her up and place her somewhere to recover. she’s the responsible one in the trio while sober however and will babysit bertholdt and reiner while they’re crying and holding each other or something

levi, erwin, and hange

neither levi or erwin get drunk drunk but will have glasses of wine together while gossiping about other scouts. meanwhile, hange is collapsed somewhere, probably face down in a potted plant. eventually levi and erwin have to flip a coin to decide which one of them is gonna be the one to drag hange out of their predicament and place them somewhere a little more comfortable where they can sleep. hange is barely conscious but laughing really loudly the whole time

porco and pieck

they really don’t like drinking, porco because he doesn’t want to do something he regrets and pieck because she doesn’t want to embarrass herself. and, of course, neither of them want to have to deal with the pain afterwards. HOWEVER if porco were to drink he would be 1. really fucking rude and probably mad at people for nothing and 2. sleepy as hell. literally just... he yells at someone and curses them out then goes straight to bed. he sleeps in weird positions while intoxicated and will somehow be sleeping peacefully while contorted like a cat. pieck on the other hand would be 1. very affectionate and kind and 2. somehow completely feral at the same time. she can’t stand on two legs while drunk and will often be laying on the ground just dead to the world (and sometimes people do actually check if she’s still alive)

zeke

I feel like he’s always at least slightly intoxicated. would probably hide a bottle of whiskey in an absolutely-not-conspicuous paper bag and write “work documents” on the outside of it with a marker. he’s very deadpan and monotone so his drunkenness could be mistaken for indifference. unfortunately he has the alcohol tolerance of a tank so it takes a lot for him to get pass-out-on-the-ground drunk. he also gets REALLY hungry so the other warriors have to hide their lunches from him because he will absolutely consume everything in his path

yelena

is probably very quiet and kind of just stands there like some kind of cryptid. will just linger and watch people. would probably try to hide herself behind a lamp post but, of course, everyone can see her. she refuses to believe that she can be seen however and despite being fucking huge she thinks she’s a master at hiding. has swan dived into a bush to “hide” on more than one occassion

[ellewords]

Hiiii! I don't know if it's late for sending this, but I kinda wanted to share this. I'm so sorry if it's long or something... I really hope you enjoy it.

You see, the thought of wedding began to swim in my head since I was 6. I know it's too early for that, but idk why. I always dreamt of getting married, having a lavish wedding ceremony... I used to wear my mother's white chiffon scarf as a veil with my white dress which I used to wear when I was 3 or 4 (It was so tight!). But there would be a huge smile on my face.

As I got older, I realised I can't wear a white gown on my wedding day. As a Bangladeshi, I have to wear red saree with gold jewellery, which aren't bad, but I lowkey want to wear a white gown with a pretty veil, holding a beautiful bouquet of different flowers. Just thinking myself seeing in one makes me smile. When I went to Melbourne and was outside for shopping, I'd stop in front of a store that sold wedding gowns. I'd just stare wistfully at them.

One day, out of nowhere, a thought crossed my mind. I'm in a beautiful white dress that I saw on pinterest, walking down the aisle... and in the end of the aisle, Sugawara is standing, wearing a fancy three piece suit. He looks at me and... time just stops. Tear begins to roll down his cheeks... mine too. When I get there, he holds my hand, still crying, he says how he's elated that I'm with him. And I just 🥺

I know it got a bit self indulgent, but I couldn't help myself, because it's Sugawara. And I literally become like Monica from "Friends" when it comes to wedding. Like I have a pinboard full of ideas, wedding playlists, I've also decided what kind of invitations I want for my wedding...

I think I rambled enough. Have a beautifully nice day!

— from elle ! hi hi,, nope you're not too late :) there isn't really a deadline for this, you can pretty much send in stuff any time you want so no worries ! self-indulgent is also perfectly fine, reading what you sent in made me smile and ig part of the appeal of fanfic (and writing in general) is the escapism and imagining yourself in all these different scenarios. anyways, quick lil walking down the aisle drabble feat. a f!reader under the cut (as usual). tysm for this and i hope you are having a wonderful day. <3

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“calm down, everything’s going to be fine.” asahi tried to reassure, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder in a futile attempt to make him relax.

suga was currently sweating buckets, wringing his hands together in complete and utter nervousness. the ceremony was meant to start in just a couple of minutes and various questions invaded his mind: what if something goes wrong? what if you end up regretting saying yes to his proposal? what if you resent him for the rest of your lives? what if you don’t show up at all?

his train of thought was cut off by daichi shaking his shoulders, snapping him out of his trance once and for all, “the ceremony is about to start any second and you look like you’re about to run away—”

suga’s eyes widened, immediately cutting off his best man, “what? no i would never even think of doing that? do i really look that freaked out?”

“you do,” daichi laughed, shaking his head at suga, “but you love her, don’t you?”

“more than i can even imagine.”

“and she loves you,” daichi smiled, “you’re about to marry the love of your life. seconds from now, she’s going to walk through those doors and you’re going to ask yourself what you were so nervous for in the first place.”

suga nodded, letting out a breath. the beating of his heart was still as loud as it had been, maybe even more as he began to hear the familiar tune of a piano playing. but at least the butterflies in his stomach begin to settle, keeping his hands folded in front of him as the wedding party walked down the aisle.

the smile on his face widens as the flower girls walk down, throwing petals in each and every possible direction — some even threw them directly at the guests. of course, the crowd only cooed at them, thinking it was absolutely adorable. suga also gives quick little high five to the ring bearer after he had given them to best man, those who looked on swooned at the sweet little gesture.

the piano’s tune changes, the wedding march plays. the doors open to reveal you.

suga’s smile falters, a shaky exhale leaving his lips as he muttered out a quiet, “woah.”

time stops; everyone and everything is an afterthought to you walking towards him. his entire world is making her way to where he was, holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers, in the most beautiful dress. you glowed, a smile on your face and a couple of escaping the corners of your eyes. the music has been reduced to a whisper that played in the back of his mind, the crowd nothing but a hazy blur. you’re the only thing in the room worth taking in at the moment.

suga wasn’t even aware that he had begun crying until daichi hands him a handkerchief, “told you so, buddy.”

you finally take your place in front of him, handing your bouquet to your maid of honor. your knees feel like they’re about to give in, seeing suga with nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes, taking in every single inch of you.

“hi.” you whispered, unsure of what exactly to say. there’s nothing but silence, that and shaky breathing and the pounding of your hearts. this is actually happening, there’s no turning back now.

suga takes your hands in his, thumbs gently brushing over the back of your hand, like he was trying to make sure that you were real; that you weren’t plucked straight out of his dreams, that any moment he’d wake up. he smiled at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the process, “i'm the luckiest person on the planet.”

“no, i am.”

suga chuckled, shaking his head. daichi was right, what was he so nervous for in the first place? especially when there’s no one else he’d rather wait for at the end of the aisle. 

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