#anyways thank you for sending this ask <33 i love these characters so much

[amarimeta]

Maybe a weird question but I can't stop thinking about it after Certified, what do you think Nora and Laurie's relationship was like in the three years between s2 and s3? I lean towards thinking they were mostly awkward and at the periphery of each other's lives, but there's also an immediate intimacy between them in Certified that's incredibly compelling (it makes me incredibly happy that they were in contact all those years)

okay i want to apologize for two things.

this is sooo incredibly late i’m sorry. i was resisting the urge to rewatch every single scene of both of them (which would have led to a full rewatch)

this is barely even talking about your actual question. this is just an excuse for me to yap about laurie and nora.

HERE’S THE THING. i think nora and laurie’s relationship can be categorized into three distinct phases / eras. I ALSO WANT TO SAY. THAT IF AT ANY POINT IT SOUNDS LIKE IM HATING ON EITHER LAURIE OR NORA. I’M NOT.

phase 1 (preshow - s1)

i don’t know about the rest of you but i imagine that laurie and nora hated each other before they knew each other. it wasn’t anything personal. who gives a fuck about kevin? to me its because of the differences in how publicized their losses and grieving processes were, if that makes any sense. nora’s loss is widely known, she’s nora cursed™ and she lost her entire family. but nora’s reaction to this loss, at least publicly, is largely tame. people in mapleton, generally speaking, think she’s normal. jill only becomes disillusioned because she watched nora deliberately knock over a mug and also saw the gun in her purse, but everyone else thinks nora is fine. they think she’s sad sure, but she doesn’t act out. the one moment i can think of where she acts out in mapleton is when she sprays the GR with her hose to get them to leave, which while rude… other people throw rocks at the GR. so i don’t think anyone is judging that too harshly. on the other hand. laurie’s loss is a secret she carries alone. as far as everyone else is concerned, laurie didn’t lose anyone in the departure. and yet laurie is the one who publicly abandons her family and joins a cult. i think nora had to despise laurie for this. in nora’s eyes, being a wife and mother were precious things stolen from her, and laurie chose to deliberately toss them aside, seemingly for no reason. from laurie’s perspective, nora is much more successful when it comes to dealing with her losses. idk if this is something others would agree with, but i personally think that laurie believes that had she experienced nora’s loss, she would have killed herself. NOT HATING.

ANYWAYS so that’s them before you even bring the kevin of it all into the equation. which brings us into phase 2 (s2 finale - time skip / pre australia s3) (you know. that part this question was actually asking about)

i think this is a difficult situation because its the first time both of them see the other as an actual person, and not a character they’ve made up in their heads. to nora, laurie is no longer “my boyfriend’s ex wife who abandoned her family”, she’s my boyfriend’s ex wife who lives next door to us and is married to our neighbor (who tried to kill my boyfriend that one time. but that’s neither here nor there). to laurie, while i think she still doesn’t know the extent of nora’s grief, i imagine she was able to see through the cracks a bit more. clearly this is not a woman perfectly content in her life having lost her entire family.

i think very little of it has to do with kevin himself. i’m more interested in the jill of it all. for all intents and purposes, nora is jill’s favorite. now there’s multiple reasons to this. number one, nora is not jill’s parent. nora’s relationship with jill from season 2 on is easy because nora treats jill like an adult and generally speaking does very little to "parent" her. number two, nora has not traumatized jill to the extent that both laurie and kevin have. again NOT HATING. we simply must acknowledge that jill’s parents bring a ton of baggage. so yea maybe she thinks hanging out and speaking to nora is the easiest option. i don’t think nora ever considered herself jill’s mom nor do i think she intended to replace laurie, and i don’t think jill thought either of those things. HOWEVER. from laurie’s perspective, i think it’s reasonable to assume she felt insecure about jill and nora’s relationship and dynamic. i think about that scene in 3.01 where jill says she doesn’t want to stay the night because if she stays with nora and kevin it will just hurt laurie’s feelings, but if she stays with laurie and john laurie will keep her up all night apologizing. jill and laurie’s relationship will never have the easiness that nora and jill have, and i don’t think thats unfair. the tommy of it all is less of a factor. tommy obviously never bonded with nora to the extent jill did, his relationship with laurie is (with a valid few exceptions) significantly less strained than jill’s. (there’s also the fact that tommy has to (evidently) keep speaking to nora about leaving christine and lily alone). if we DO want to talk about the kevin of it all i think 3.04 is an important piece of the conversation. kevin reaching out to laurie, laurie telling kevin to speak to nora about what he is experiencing, nora getting upset with kevin for it. “you won’t tell me but you’ll tell laurie?” (for the record. again NOT HATING. but kevin kinda ate her ass up like no sweetie he can’t tell you everything. you DID leave him handcuffed to the bed. yes you left a note with the key location but you did still LEAVE. we love you <33).

SO. do i think their relationship in the time skip was strained? yes. i agree that they very much existed in the peripheries of each other’s lives. to the extent that two women who share a family and a lawn can exist in each other’s periphery. i don’t imagine they were ever snide or rude to each other, but i think they both had egregious amounts of baggage associated with the other that they were still unable to let go.

SO WHAT THE HELL GOES ON IN CERTIFIED AND BEYOND??? phase 3 (australia 😁)

there’s multiple parts to this. obviously. lets go that scene in the car in 3.06. laurie choosing to help nora has less to do with nora and more to do with avoiding kevin and all the shit happening there (in my opinion). nora needs to stalk these two lesbian doctors who want to blast her with radiation into space? that falls under laurie’s skillset! AND laurie just found out matthew is dying of cancer again so we might as well throw nora a bone y'know? but anyways. obviously the more involved they get and the more dedicated nora is to crossing over, the more laurie realizes that nora’s facade was just that. nora is not the perfect widow grieving in a healthy and unobtrusive way. she is feeling the same pain laurie feels, and they’ve both been feeling it for the last seven years. nora feels untethered to the point that she would rather get blasted into space for the chance to see her family again than stay here. and then they’re in the car. and now we’re talking about a suicide machine. and then we get the following beautiful exchange:

nora: if i wanted to kill myself i’d go scuba diving :) it’s the perfect method :) especially when you’re scuba diving certified :) laurie: i’m scuba diving certified… nora: i know <33

(side note. do we think nora has every single person’s individualized perfect suicide method categorized in her brain. i love this idea. she is so kind <3)

and you know what i’m gonna sound crazy but i think in this moment laurie and nora make a suicide pact of sorts. they both realize that the other is carrying this pain. and they’re tired. so nora is going to enter the radiation blast suicide machine and laurie is going to go scuba diving and the world will be more elegant. that scene by the beach is crazy to me. when nora asks what laurie plans to tell the others and laurie takes the ciggies to become nora’s therapist and gain client patient confidentiality. that’s part of the suicide pact. when nora jokes “same time next week?” that’s the suicide pact.

and then laurie gets that phone call. and she realizes that she is not as untethered as she thought. the pain she feels and has felt is real, but it doesn’t discount everything else she has. (i also think her telling kevin about it was an important step. she’s been grieving silently for the last seven years, unable to properly heal). and then one day she gets a call from nora. who is back. the suicide pact was effectively voided, but i don’t think either of them mind. nora feels safe talking to laurie once she’s returned, because she knows laurie wont betray her trust. i think there’s a sense of safety they find in each other because of how much they recognize the other.

TLDR: i completely agree with you. there was definitely a lot of awkwardness in the time skip period. weird barbecues you have to spend with someone you don’t really like or know, but they’ve somehow become part of your family. and then in terms of certified and the book of nora, i think the intimacy seen between them is a culmination of their respective arcs and existences as foils to one another.

[churipu]

Hiii!! I can ask for jjk men (your choice!) with a girlfriend who doesn't look like it but is like super strong! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ I have a love for those types of characters<3 thanks in advance!

I hope you are getting better ❤️‍🩹

jjk men & their "looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill" you gf

featuring. gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento x fem! reader

warnings. cursing

note. anonnn <33 i absolutely love this one, i have so many speculations for different characters about this request omg, thank you for requesting love, i hope this one is up to par, much love xoxo (and i am feeling so much better now, thank you for checking up on me). OH AND GUESS WHAT? u don't understand how thankful i am to reach 300+ followers in the first week??? u guys rock, ilysm

GOJO SATORU. i feel like he'd feel so betrayed after finding out how you're very strong?? one second he's looking away and then the next second, he looks back and a curse is ready to pounce on you. he grits his teeth when he realizes that — but before he could even do anything, there you were, sending out a strong punch that leaves a gust of wind as a cherry on top.

gojo could only stare at you, jaw dropped. all he could think of was how on earth did you do that and how could someone so...cute and adorable like you send out that kind of punch. honestly, on one side he felt so betrayed to only know of your power now — but on the other side, he's so damn proud of you.

after all of that, you still managed to send him your most innocent smile as if you didn't just almost possibly created a hurricane with that punch of yours. skipping happily and then throwing yourself onto the male, "satoru!"

"you never cease to surprise me, baby." he chuckles.

and you blinked at him innocently, a little confused at what he's talking about. at first gojo thought you were just pretending not to know, but when he realized that you actually didn't know, it dawned upon him that maybe you didn't even realize how strong you actually are.

"y/n, you just obliterated a curse."

"oh. oh. yeah! i did."

yeah, you definitely weren't aware of your own strength. which surprised gojo even more.

TOJI FUSHIGURO. he's always thought that protecting you was one of his main duty, and believe me when i say that toji is always on guard for anything that could possibly send harm your way. feral animals, harmful plants, annoying babies, curses, anything he finds annoying — he just assumes you don't like them either.

despite not having a cursed energy, toji is strong. anyone would agree with that. so when he settled in with you, someone who radiates such loving and gentle aura, toji made it his job to keep you out of harm's way.

but apparently, you've got that under covered.

being in a relationship meant going out on dates occasionally, right? however, some people do not understand the meaning of "i have a boyfriend" and it annoys you. so when toji was away to fetch a few things and you were left alone, a stranger felt like it was the best time to hit on you.

"saw ya' from a couple of minutes ago, thought you're cute. we should hang out."

obviously the word "no" didn't work as he kept on bothering you, and you do know how people react when they don't get what they want sometimes? they just plain out throw words to boost up their ego and deny their own embarrassment. it's funny.

"whatever. ya' aren't that cute anyways." everything began out as an exchange of words — until anger consumes the best out of them. the male got ready to swung his hand on you.

and believe me when i say that toji was having the time of his life watching you exchange angry words with the guy, until he saw the male raise his hand. toji was about to drop everything and come to your rescue, but stopped when you smacked the stranger across his face harshly it sent him stumbling over his own feet.

toji chuckled lightly, although surprised. that day, i swore he promised himself not to get on your bad side (also, he thought it was pretty hot of you). he told you he'd been watching from afar, and was so ready to be your knight in shining armor.

apparently, you are your own knight in shining armor.

NANAMI KENTO. for the longest time, nanami has stood his ground in defending you from malices and curses. some of the people do not like the idea of you and him together, especially girls who failed to obtain his attention (obviously). and he'd always be the one to tell them to piss off and not to butt in his relationship.

you were just a normal businesswoman working normal office hours, and nanami — well, he's a pretty busy man. but he has made himself visible to your work environment a couple of times, mostly because you were clumsy enough to forget your bento box that you made for yourself before going to work.

and apparently that few times was enough to make girls swoon over your boyfriend. honestly, you could care less. you trust nanami. but things went rock bottom when this one particular girl, a co-worker who was obviously jealous of you. and she doesn't hesitate in showing that to you.

"accidentally" spilling coffee on you, "accidentally" stepping on your foot with her heels, "accidentally" bumping into you, "accidentally" elbowing your head when she walks by. just everything in an attempt to get a reaction out of you so she could possibly play the victim card.

you brushed her every attempt off, although it bothered you quite a bit. but your last straw was when she "accidentally" ruined the report you've been working on for the past week, sacrificing your rest and sweat for it — only for her to dump down a cup of iced macchiato on it the day you were supposed to hand it in to your boss.

you've just had enough of her, and this was not something you can brush off like her other "accidents" because this report would affect your position in the company (and possibly get you fired). but at this point, do you even care? no, no you don't.

"so, is this the part where i hit her?" you ask another co-worker who was there in the room when everything happened, and they nervously shook their head, "really? i feel like this is the part where i do."

so when you did send a punch to her jaw, your other co-workers were quick to run find help (your boss). and all it took was one punch to make the girl wobble weakly, her knees buckling.

oh, and your boss wasn't too happy about your resort in violence, especially in the work area.

"i don't care, i'm fired anyways." you took off the company's id card that was hanging from around your neck and tossed it onto the table before packing your bag to leave.

your boss wasn't the only unhappy one, you were too. and nanami as well.

"it isn't my fault, kento."

"i know, darling. i'm not saying it's your fault, i'm just surprised...that's all."

well, that was the first time you've ever threw a punch to someone. and the first time you've ever been fired, so yes. it is a surprise to nanami, but to you? you were expecting it sooner or later with the pace of how that co-worker was going in with her shenanigans.

"she was pushing it."

nanami was silently proud of you for being able to defend yourself though, "well, at the end of the day, you won the fight. right?"

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[bruisedboys]

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“you can kiss me, you know” with lil baby eddie munson <33

summary: eddie kisses shy!you when he gets back from band practice

shy!gn!reader 0.7k words

Eddie comes home from band practice to find you fast asleep on his bed. Your hair is splayed out across his pillows, your shirt rides up your back, exposing a sliver of skin, and your arm dangles over the edge of the bed.

Eddie feels, for a moment, like all the breath has been knocked out of his chest. There you are, so pretty, so lovely, fast asleep on his bed in his room. He stands in the doorway and takes a few seconds to catch his breath.

When his heart’s stopped racing he moves to put his stuff down, hanging his guitar on the wall next to his mirror and shrugging out of his jacket, throwing it over his desk chair. He’s quiet with his movements but you stir anyway. Eddie freezes, but it’s too late, you’re already awake.

You lift your head off the pillows and blink blearily until your eyes land on Eddie.

“Eddie,” you say, voice raspy but no less sweet than usual.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie says, rushed. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep, if you want to.”

You shake your head and it’s maybe the cutest thing Eddie’s ever seen. Your hair is all rumpled and you’ve got a sleepy pout on your lips.

“No. It’s okay, I hadn’t meant to fall asleep, anyway.” You sit up all the way and tuck your hair behind your ears, cross your legs underneath yourself and look at Eddie expectantly. “How was band?”

Eddie has to take a moment to compose himself, to force his breaths to stop coming in so fast. Something about you, all lovely and homey and adorable sitting in his bed, is really messing with his heart. In a good way.

“It was good,” he says, his voice comes out sounding strained. He clears his throat and tries again. “It was good, thanks for asking, lovely. What did you do while I was gone?”

You shrug. “Read my book. Fell asleep. It was boring without you.”

Eddie thinks his heart does a triple backflip. Butterflies swarm in his stomach at your words and your shy smile.

“Is that so?” He asks, trying to sound as cool and collected as he can when he’s the total opposite.

It works. You go all shy, dipping your head to stare at your knees. It’s adorable. Eddie can’t take it any longer, he strides across the room and closes the gap between you, his knees pressing into the edge of the bed.

He gets a hand under your chin and encourages your head up, lifting until you’re looking at him, your jaw cupped in his hand. You’re somehow even prettier up close. Eddie grins.

“I missed you,” he says, because he did, and if he doesn’t tell you he might burst.

You positively beam. Your cheeks go all plump and flushed and your eyes crinkle at the corners. Eddie thinks his heart misses a few crucial beats.

“I missed you too,” you say softly.

Eddie’s eyes are drawn to your lips. It was inevitable. Your mouth is moving around your words, so why shouldn’t he look? He thinks you’ve caught him looking because you flush all over again.

“Eddie,” you say, a little chiding, a lot fond. You look like you’re trying very hard not to smile. “You can kiss me, you know.”

Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice. He bends at the waist to kiss you, his knees pressing into the bed and his free hand moving to brace himself on the mattress next to your hip. His mouth meets yours in a chaste kiss, one that has his heart pounding, though he’s not sure it’s going quite as fast as yours. His hand slips to your neck and his thumb brushes your pulse point. It’s racing.

He pulls back to spare both your hearts and you’re smiling when he does. Eddie moves back swiftly, lest he start kissing you until you can’t breathe. He can’t have that.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, because he’s feeling too much for you and it’s overwhelming. A distraction is very necessary. “We can go to McDonald’s, maybe?“

You smile and nod. “Okay,” you say, then, mischievously, “I’m paying.”

Eddie fakes a glare at you. You’re always offering to pay. He thought it was supposed to be the boyfriend’s job to pay for things. Then again, he’s not exactly in the habit of saying no to you. His glare turns into a fond smile very quickly.

“Whatever you want, angel.”

.

[buterccup]

GEN Z READER IN TASK FORCE 141 HC

A/N: I saw a couple of these and I couldn't stop trying to find more, and I just love the concept of all these big men trying to understand the reader's humour but I also love how they try to watch over them even though they can easily take care of themselves. Also, do expect the codename to change if I make another one of these but if anyone has ideas please tell me. Anyways I hope this doesn't flop and please enjoy.

Warnings: Dark humour, Suicide jokes, simping, swearing, mentions of parents leaving the reader, basically gen z stuff, usual CoD violence

Character(s): Soap, Gaz, John, Ghost, Price x Gn! reader (And graves kinda-)

Codename: Daffodil

There is no thinking about it you are the youngest and probably the shortest in the task force.

When Laswell first told Price that he will have someone younger than he expected to join the task force he immediately said no, he wasn't going to babysit you.

Plus you looked way too young to be in the army

Little did he know, you got your codename for a reason.

But once Laswell said you were very strong and he could trust you to hold your own and that he had to, he didn't have much of a choice.

And as expected once Price and Laswell introduce you to the boys they were shocked too.

There was a literal child in front of them.

And Soap being Soap he let out a little chuckle earning a nudge and glare from Ghost and an "ahem" from Price

"This is Daffodil, your new rookie. And I warn you don't underestimate them just from their name. Treat them well."

At first you were very quiet and only spoke when spoken to, almost beating Ghost's stoic and quiet nature

To which the rest of 141 joked about quite a lot

but after a while, you started to open up to them which was a nice sign

But the boys did catch onto your humour pretty quickly which caused them to worry for your mental state.

You would start saying suicide jokes at 1 mile per second at every small inconvenience.

"If that happens again I'm going to jump in front of a car- I am going to hang myself- I cannot right now-"

"Kid...It's just paper work..."

"Exactly"

One time you and the group were going after a target and of the guys' men shot you in the arm. It wasn't as bad as you thought it would be but it still hurt.

While Soap and Gaz asked if you were okay you were completely hysterical at the moment. So much in fact that you shouted something so stupid before the guy met his inevitable end.

By Ghost too:D

Thanks Ghost<33

"Do you want this back???"

BLAM

"Oop, mans left quicker than my dad."

To say the least, your boys were concerned for you because of that

Even Ghost tried to check up on you every minute or two after they got the bullet out and patched you up.

You all eventually got the target in the end but your boys ended up forcing you to go get your wound checked since a, and I quote, "Crusty dusty" building wouldn't be the best place to pick out bullet fragments.

You came back with one of the doctor's pens because you liked it and claimed you finessed him when in reality he gave it to you because he noticed you staring and you were too scared to ask.

It was a LED cat paw pen

"Gaz what does finesse mean?"

"I don't really know..?"

"What do you mean you're supposed to know-"

One time you shouted slay during a mission once Ghost killed one of the targets.

To be honest, it did make him laugh but Price, on the other hand, didn't understand but he soon got what it meant. Kinda.

With that being said Gaz and sometimes Soap are the go-to when Price or Ghost don't understand what the hell you just said since they are the younger ones.

Which also means you got along better with them

And if they don't understand something they always try their best to find out and find more things you would laugh at.

Soap even goes that extra effort to make memes and send them to you.

But don't get me wrong you love spending time with Price and Ghost.

And speaking of memes you always end up making stupid gifs of Ghost and always end up sending them to the tf141 group chat that you made to annoy them most of the time or Ghost himself where you sometimes end up joke flirting with him

Mans is scrumdiliumcious if you did say so yourself

(Ahem basically the gif at the start of the hcs)

One time you called Ghost Mummy and Soap and Gaz wouldn't stop laughing while Price sighed at the little slip-up.

It wasn't a slip-up.

You defiantly burst into Price's office most of the time too when you have nothing to do.

Even though hearing Price drone on about his paperwork doesn't sound that fun it's nice to hear his voice.

And If you didn't have good parents or were absent most of your life he would never turn you away once he sees you at his door.

This also applies if you have good parents too

From the number of times he had to lecture you and your boys about how you can't have McDonald's after a mission and how it's bad for you is basically allowing him to adopt you.

Once you met Grave one thing kept popping into your mind.

Fix it Felix.

Which didn't really give you both a great start but he warmed up to you sooner or later.

And as much as an asshole he is most of the time he actually gets concerned when he hears one of your suicide jokes.

When he first heard one over coms he made sure to keep an eye on you every so often and even messaged you after the mission was over.

Don't get me wrong Graves is kinda...shitty but that doesn't make him that much of an asshole to not check up on a 'child' when they say something concerning.

And when all your boys are free and there is time you all have a movie night.

It's quite relaxing, it was nice to have these quiet moments with your boys considering your jobs.

Although one time it was getting really late and you all got through 2 movies and you almost looked like you were going to pass out so that's when papa Price came out.

"Papa, more movie."

"No the movie is over, we gotta go.."

"PAPA"

"Oh, Jesus Christ.." (💀)

"Me. Want. More. Movie."

"No Daffo-"

"YOU LIE"

"Kiddo the movie is-"

"Price what did you do-" (🧼)

Once you calmed down and Price realized what you said he cried internally.

Everything was okay in the end though and Gaz had that on camera so they can always look back and laugh at it.

Requests: Open

Part 2!

[petrichor-han]

let me love you | m.s

PAIRING I mike x gn!reader

CAST | mike schmidt (fnaf), abby schmidt

WC | 1.2k

GENRE I fluff, smut, established relationship, comfort, pwp

WARNINGS I explicit sexual content (making out, groping, oral (m recieving), cum swallowing), explicit language, more canon to movie than game series

A/N | requested by @bruh-changbin. aaa thank you sm for sending in this ask bae!! i had so much fun with this one <33 i haven't stopped thinking about him since i saw this movie. (event is now closed, but requests are open.)

REQUEST! | EVENT MASTERLIST

The clock ticking is the only thing that fills your head as the time creeps past six in the morning. Abby shifts in her sleep beside you, her head nearly lolling off your shoulder as she slumps forward, snorting softly. She doesn’t wake, however, unbothered by the loud sound of the crooked, cheap clock ticking loudly on the wall. The TV plays softly, the volume so soft that you can’t make out what the fuzzy cartoon characters on the screen are even saying. This, unlike the clock, doesn’t bother you—it’s not like you (or Abby, before she fell asleep several hours ago) were really watching the show anyways. 

The sun is starting to creep over the horizon, soft rays starting to shine through the thin curtains of the nearest window. He should be back soon, is all you can think as you blink back sleep—you have to stay awake until he comes back. 

Before long, you hear the clinking of the keys at the front door, and Mike tumbles through it, heavy bags under his eyes as he tosses the keys onto the coffee table. You narrow your eyes at him, nodding towards Abby, who’s still asleep despite Mike’s careless actions. He rubs his eyes tiredly, sighing softly—a wordless apology to you. And you’re not really mad anyways; you know he’s had a long night, and he knows that you’ve had not too. The two of you exchange weary glances before you carefully shift Abby off of your shoulder, letting her lay down on the couch. She curls up into a ball, sighing softly as she stays asleep. 

Mike kicks off his shoes before nodding to the bathroom—I’m gonna take a shower, he says with the brief nod, are you gonna join? 

For a moment you consider it—showering with Mike is never not enjoyable. Especially after a long night, when he melts into your arms and lets you shampoo his dark curls, trying to hold in his soft sighs and whimpers as you massage his scalp gently, lovingly. But tonight, you have something else in mind. Something that’ll remind your darling boy that he should be on time, and he shouldn’t leave you waiting like that. 

You shake your head, a half smile spreading across your face as you cross your arms and look him up and down. He reaches up to scratch the back of his head, a soft blush dusting across his cheeks—he’s confused, and slightly flustered by your grin. “What’s up?” he asks, clearing his throat as he smooths his fingers down over the sparse mustache he has growing in at the moment. “Did you—uh… did you already shower? When I was gone?” he asks, stumbling over his words as you giggle, shaking your head and walking up to him. He stiffens as you embrace him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. He smells faintly of coffee and cologne, more musky than anything. 

Mike relaxes into your arms as you look up at him with a mischievous smirk. “I have something else in mind for us,” you clarify, pulling away and taking both of his hands in yours. You lead him to his bedroom, making sure to close the door softly so that you don’t wake Abby in the next room over—she definitely doesn’t need to see what you have planned for her older brother. 

Finally, it seems to click in his mind what you’ve been planning this entire time—his eyes brighten as you lock the door and whip off your shirt, catching his gaze and smirking as he blushes. He’s never not flustered by you, now that you think about it. It’s absolutely adorable. 

“Baby…” he says breathily, as you slide your pants down your legs with a giggle. He sits on the edge of the bed and looks up at you as you approach him—it looks like he’s seen an angel on Earth; the way his eyes are lit up and a smile threatens to spread across his lips. “I’m so lucky,” he mumbles, as you settle between his legs, your hands smoothing over his thighs. You can feel his muscles clenching and flexing underneath his jeans, and you just want them off. 

He seems to understand what you want, as he gently pushes you back so that he can unbuckle his belt and tug off his jeans, which are stained with grease and other miscellaneous substances from work. The denim pants slump to the floor, along with his hoodie and t-shirt as he throws them aside carelessly, too excited to care at the mere thought of having you in his arms once again. 

He lays back on the bed, patting his bare thighs gently as he grins at you, as if to say, come here. You comply, crawling towards him with a soft giggle. You press loving kisses to his thighs as you make your way up his legs, making him sigh deeply as his calloused fingers tangle in your hair, tugging carefully. His heart pounds in his chest as he looks down at you eagerly, watching you hook your fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers. You press your lips to his half-hard cock over the fabric of his boxers, making him inhale sharply before you chuckle and pull down the last remaining garment that separates you from his nude body. 

He groans lowly as you take his cock in your hand, stroking him slowly. His length hardens in your hand as you work him teasingly, eliciting soft moans and breathy whines from between his chapped lips. “Baby…” he moans again, gasping as he feels your mouth on the leaking tip of his cock. 

You can’t help but smile around his length, tightening your lips around his girth as you take more of him into your mouth. Your tongue works the bottom of his cock, caressing the sensitive vein that runs along the underside of it. Smoothing your hands over his thighs, you moan softly and dig your nails gently into the meat of his legs. He hisses softly, tugging on your hair again—slightly harder this time—as he feels his cock throb with pleasure from your actions. 

His tip hits the back of your throat, making you gag slightly before you swallow him down further, ignoring the tears burning in your eyes. You want to make him feel good, make him forget all about his long night shift and the burdens that came with it. 

You tongue at his balls as his cock bottoms out in your mouth, your cheeks hollowed as you suck on his length harshly. He moans loudly, his thighs shaking beneath your touch as you bob your head up and down. His grip tightens on your hair, holding it out of your face as you continue your ministrations eagerly, eliciting harsh exhales and stifled groans from Mike. 

“Gonna cum,” he gasps suddenly, as his cock slides over your tongue again—you feel it twitching, throbbing with need. 

Whining softly, you try to tell him to let go, to cum down your throat and let it all out. You dig your nails into his thighs further, definitely leaving little crescent moon shaped marks in his skin as you do so, as his cock presses deeper into your throat. 

With a guttural moan, he tenses and cums hard, warmth flooding your mouth and spilling from between your lips. His cum drips down your chin as you swallow what you can, pulling away with a gasp to wipe up the mess with your fingers. 

Mike pants softly, his cock throbbing with aftershocks as he watches you lick up his release—it’s almost enough to get him going again. Instead, he pulls you up into a sloppy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue and lips as he kisses you deeply, whimpering softly as you return the kiss, melting into his arms. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice cracking with emotion. 

“I love you more,” you whisper back, your fingers tangling in his damp curls, your body pressed to his—it’s all you can do to resist the urge to start sobbing from how strongly you feel for him. And you know he feels the same way. 

© petrichor-han 2024, all rights reserved.

[tubbypeddle]

Hi! I really like your writing, I was wondering how would part 5 characters react to a y/n with an uberman sleep schedule. personally, I only do it during summer.

hii!! thank you so much for the compliment, what!!!! you're so sweet 🫂

also, an uberman sleep schedule!! I had no idea what that was, I had to search it up! how interesting!!

For those who don't know, from what I found, an "uberman sleep schedule" is a form of polyphasic sleep where someone takes multiple 20 minute naps throughout the day, spaced approximately 4 hours apart. (Polyphasic sleep refers to a sleep schedule where you sleep more than twice in a single day)

for now, i'm only going to do the bucci gang, but if you want la Squadra too, just send in another ask! i'll be happy to 🫂 also, I apologize for the wait 😭 I got a little caught up with personal things, I didn't mean to put this off (I actually feel so bad it's not even funny)

(author's note: no smut in this one <33, also for underage characters it isn't exactly an "x reader" like what will be suggested for the canon adult characters, since I don't feel comfortable with that, but I hope you enjoy it anyway)

Giorno Giovanna

He's a little shocked by how easy you find sleep, and a little envious honestly

Ever since he was a child, he found it hard to fall asleep.

So the fact that you can just lie down for a nap and actually take a nap

He's a little jealous, not that you'll ever know. he's a master at hiding his feelings behind a straight face. Not jealous enough to do anything,

It's amusing to him, to find you in many places around Passione headquarters taking your little naps

sometimes, if he feels comfortable enough with you, he'll leave you little presents while you nap

just small things, like a little frog companion, or a cool rock he found with a note wishing you well

Bruno Bucciarati

He finds it endearing how strict you are with your schedule, if you're strict with it. You have a timer that you set before you sleep, and you wake up to it, always.

It's a little impressive, honestly

Bruno isn't one to have a very strict sleep schedule like yours is, he can't afford to.

So when you can just do that, it's adorable honestly.

plenty of little catnaps throughout the day

when he has time, you might be able to convince him to join you in a quick nap, though it might be a little difficult. it's hard enough for him to get to sleep at night without a nap in the middle of the day ruining his sleep schedule.

but when he does cave into your request, it's some of the most peaceful sleep he's ever had in his life.

Leone Abbacchio

he understands the appeal of taking cat naps throughout the day, and if his schedule allows for it, he'd do it too

it's not hard to convince him to take a nap with you, he loves any excuse to shirk work, especially if it's with you (much to Bucciarati's annoyance)

though, taking these naps with you fucks up his actual sleep schedule, so he ends up staying up really late into the night

usually, this would irritate him to no end, but since it's you he's staying up for, he doesn't mind

(especially if it means he gets more naps with you the next day)

Narancia Ghirga

he might be a little confused about why you sleep so often, though this isn't ill-intentioned

he means well!

he's just...a little confused (when is he not, honestly)

there's so much to do in the day! so much fun to have! why do you sleep so often?

be prepared for when you're sleeping out in the open, though, because he has a bad habit of fiddling with you while you sleep

his language of affection is touch, so he likes fiddling with your hands, or your hair, or even just poking you while you sleep

if you're a light sleeper, it's best to watch out for sleeping around him

he might even draw on your face

Guido Mista

he's actually pretty chill, pretty laid back, even if he does poke fun at you a little bit for sleeping so often even if he does the same thing

you'll probably find him sleeping around his apartment before he finds you sleeping

and he openly encourages you to slip in beside him if you find him (he's a little stinky though /affectionate)

If he finds you sleeping first, though, he'll probably just slip in next to you (if you've given him the okay ahead of time)

or he'll sit beside you and read a magazine if he isn't sleepy

(he loves and appreciates nap dates and I will die on this hill)

Pannacotta Fugo

he probably wouldn't have much of an opinion or reaction, so sorry if you were looking for one from him

it's just something that you do, it's none of his business what your sleep schedule is like

the only thing you'd probably get out of him is worry

"why are you sleeping out here? This sofa is awful for your back. Sleep in your room."

Aggressive worrier, definitely

Trish Una

she probably thinks it's cute

naps are fun, she loves naps, but she won't indulge in them too often

she definitely worries that sleeping too often could ruin her skin (I don't know how it would, but it probably would) so she won't indulge you in a besties nap too often

she will offer to sit with you though, as you nap

she'd probably take it as an excuse to do skin care with you, or a chance to touch up her nails, or even just relax alongside you

IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG!! I GOT DISTRACTED WITH OTHER THINGS IN MY PERSONAL LIFE 😭

I HOPE YOU LIKE WHAT I GOT!! can u tell I didn't know what to write

[wayfayrr]

ive just had a thought- like a person who ISNT hylian[a human] is different likely from hylians, like maybe they can withstand different things better?? like hyrules poisons? maybe SOME things just don't affect them, [kinda like in how some fics magic doesn't work on them] lol a person travelling with them munching on some type of poisonous fruit [that's only found in hyrule] while the chain is freaking out lmao

[this is completely hypothetical, i just about have a heart attack when chocolate is too rich lol]

Sketch I'm gonna be so honest with you rn sgkrykh these kinds of ideas are my favourite next to self-aware game characters - It's like the humans are space orcs posts, the idea that reader or whoever is with the chain can just munch on these things that ARE DEADLY to the chain scratches my brain just right!! thank you so much for sending this ask <33 I don't really know if it's a request or not so I'm just gonna spitball some of my own thoughts about it - I'd love to talk more about it though if you ever want to :D

the image I've gotten is reader looks nearly identical to a hylian, with the only real difference being hight and having rounded ears Hylians are short and you can't change my mind over that sgvd but when it comes to eating things? There's a wave of horror as they bite into a fruit they found on the path, and the whole chain gather around them in a panic. Wild with tears in his eyes frantically swiping through his slate to find an antidote, bursting into tears when he can't find anything knowing that there are only a few precious minutes left to act. Rulie trying desperately to heal them with all of his spells knowing that it'll be useless to deal with what they ate. each if the others trying so desperately to get their goodbyes in, thinking that they'll never see them again. then... Nothing.

Reader is fine, shrugging it off after their time should be up but now they have to deal with the chain being more mothering and protective of them. For a few days anyway until their curiosity takes over a little bit, wanting to try things that would be mildly poisonous to them, nothing that could possibly be fatal of course. The biggest shock to them would be things that are safe to them being dangerous to reader instead like if reader was lactose intolerant but didn't mention it until malon got them to try some lonlon milk and they didn't handle it well at all

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𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖤣𖥧𖡼 101 𝔽𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥 𖡼𖥧𖤣𓍊𓋼𖥧𖤣𓋼

WELCOME TO MY GARDEN :DD

okay first of all, OMGOMGOMGOMGOGM, HOW ARE THERE SO MANY PEOPLE IN MY COMPUTER WHO LISTEN TO MY NONSENSE??? htrekeiruhghejwkqlwoeirufhdjsklwosdifuh srsly tho? why do you guys follow me- IM SO THANKFUL TO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUU <33 SERIOUSLY, TUMBLR IS SO FUN AND SUCH A NICE RELIEF FOR ME AND THERES SO MANY FANDOMS BUT I WOULD NOT BE LOVING TUMBLR ANYWHERE NEAR THIS MUCH IF IT WASNT FOR ALL YOU YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY SO NICE AND SUPPORTIVE AND IVE MADE SO MANY FRIENDS HERE, i love all of you so much <333 you make me happy and i care about you guys :)) and now, all of my 101 dalmatians! you can each pick some fun things to do while we play outside together :DD (just drop them in my inbox and ill get to them once i have some motivation lol)

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🐌 Chalk Time: tell me 3 words about yourself and ill try to make a mood board :D (moots only pleasee)

🍄 Freeze Tag: tell me a character and ill make them a mood board! 🐌 Hide & Seek: I'll tell you what I'd do with you if ik you irl! (moots only pleasee)

🍄 Potion Making: ill put my playlist on random and give you a song!

🍄 Story Time: character headcanons from any of my fandoms!

🍄 Cops & Robbers: Ask me ANY question (other than like irl name or address) and ill answer

🐌 House: I'll tell you my honest opinion of you 🤭 (moots only pleasee)

🍄 Ghost in the Graveyard: I'll tell you a cheesy dad joke or pun! Maybe a knock-knock joke too

🐌 Art & Crafts: I'll assign you a color! Or maybe an item if I strongly associate you with that (moots only pleasee)

🍄 Explorers: Gimme a word and I'll tell you the first thing that comes to mind

OKAY :DD YOU MADE IT TO THE ENDDDD, GOOD JOB!! (can you tell i ran out of ideas?? please gimme some and ill add them here) also this is kinda heavily inspired off of @fairyycoffin lolol (THEIRS IS SO COOL, AND SHE IS AMAZINGGG, GO FOLLOW) dont you love how the snails dont match up? :DD anyways, i lost the snail credits, if you have pls gimme all pics are from pinterest! and please! come play with me :DD (send me some stuff) post to some examples of my moodboards intro post!

[isabella-kr]

Can I request a fic?

So I have chronic pain. It is literally everywhere that has joints or muscle but it is the worst in the lower back, neck, shoulders and hands. Sometimes it gets so bad I can't move without wanting to scream. And Sometimes my joints lock or my muscles seize and I literally can't move at at.

Rubbing (not that I can reach it myself) or heating it helps, but I have never been able to get full relief.

Anyways, I was wondering if you could write for a reader with something like this? (Or just normal chronic pain)

Maybe he didnt know about it (I tend to not share as it makes people pity me) till the reader has a bad day or locks up in front of them (sometimes my knees just buckle and I drop) (and then can't move for like thirty minutes) (it sucks) .

Or just anything really, I'm having a bad day and would love the comfort.

All the 141 or just price and/or Konig. I'd be happy with just about anything.

If you don't feel comfortable writing this that's okay too :)

I'm so sorry you're going through this :( I can't imagine how difficult it must be to be in pain so much. I hope I did your request justice. Sending you all the love <33

Also, I know you didn't request everyone, but when I write Headcannons, I tend to include every character on my Masterlist. It's just so people don't have to send in the same request, but for different characters :))) I hope that's okay!!!

Pains

Synopsis: Living with chronic pains was difficult, but they are always there to help you through them

Pairing: Task Force 141, Los Vaqueros, Valeria, Gromsko & Konig x Reader (2nd Person so no pronouns used)

Warnings: None

General Masterlist I COD:MWII Masterlist

John Price

The first time John had seen your knees lock up, was when he was ready to have a go at you for missing a very important meeting

None of the boys knew where you were, and as they went by, and you still haven't shown up for the briefing, he began to grow more and more agitated

Needless to say, once the meeting was over, he was sure to go look for you and give you a piece of his mind

But when he found you sitting on a bench with pain visible on your tear-stained face, all anger left his body

His steps were quiet when he approached you, his eyes growing soft as he crouched down in front of you

"What's wrong?" he asked, voice gentler than normal

"My knees," you managed to speak up, eyes clenching shut as the pain refused to subside, "They locked and I-"

"It's alright," one of his hands moved to your leg, sending you a questioning look

You nodded, and he placed his hand on your knee with a thin smile

He was careful massaging the area around your knee, fingers moving up and down along your skin in an attempt to help your muscles relax

It took some time, but once the pain in one of your knees began to give way, he moved on to the other, his touches remaining just as careful as they were at the beginning

"Thank you," you told him honestly, taking in a deep breath, "I'm sorry for missing the meeting."

"Don't worry about it," he assured you, reaching for your elbow to help you stand, "I'll brief you in now, that okay?"

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Ghost was a stern lieutenant and most, who did not know his as well as those on his team, would even describe him as cold

You knew different, however.

Not just from the way he cared for his team in his own way, always making sure every member was alive an well, but also because you've experienced his care first-hand

You've never told him about your pains, and you weren't planning to. You preferred keeping it to yourself. He didn't need to worry, and you didn't need the pity.

But when your lower back began to cause nothing but trouble, it made it difficult to hide your pains from the rest of the squad

You were sitting on a chair, with his hand on your back when the lieutenant entered the room

Your posture straightened in an instant, and although you tried not to show the pain on your face, your expression seemed to betray you

"Is it your back again?"

What? How did he-

Ghost was observant, and perhaps you should have known he would figure it out without you having to tell him

Beneath that cold exterior, he really did care, whether you liked it or not

You nodded, though hesitantly.

"Come here," he ordered, grabbing a chair and forcing you to sit in front of him

You were about to ask him what he was doing before you felt his gloved hands on your lower back, his fingers massaging your sore muscles in gentle, yet firm circles

It was like he knew exactly what to do; how to move his fingers to help you rid of the pain

And after some time, the rubbing really did help

the pain began to subside, and you felt like you could move properly again

"Thank you," you told him, a grateful smile on your face

He just nodded, patting your shoulder as he pushed himself back on his feet, "Don't mention it."

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Soap was good at reading those around him

You didn't have to tell him something was wrong for him to know

He could see it from the way you carried yourself, and from the smile that didn't quite reach your eyes

As such, it didn't take him long to figure out what was wrong

You were about to begin your sparring session when you painfully rubbed the back of your neck

It had been a pain since that morning, making it difficult to move your head without letting out harsh hisses

You were dreading the sparring session, certain it was only going to make it worse. But you weren't about to mention it to him; to cancel your sparring session and have him pity you. No. You could do this.

"What's wrong with your neck?" he asked, tilting his head curiously

"Oh," You hummed, "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

"I get them, too, you know," he suddenly told you, "The pains - in my neck, especially. Don't think they're as bad as yours though."

You sent him a questioning look, but only shook your head when you realised you already knew the answer. There was no way he hadn't noticed how uncomfortable you sometimes were, he just didn't mention it. For your sake.

He moved behind you and placed his hands on your neck

You were hesitant at first - wanting to pull away - but when his fingers dug into your muscles, you let him

It felt nice. His fingers were firm, and yet also careful to not cause you more pain instead of helping you get rid of it

You let out a small hum when you felt the pain slowly leaving - allowing you to move your head once again

It was like a breath of fresh air, and when soap felt you relaxing in his hold, he finally let go

"Let's take it easy today," he told you before sending you a wink, "You can beat my arse tomorrow instead."

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Gaz was emotionally aware

He could sense your sour mood even if you didn't outwardly express it

He could see the way the corners of your lips curled downward when you thought no one was looking

He could see the way your eyes clenched shut when another wave of pain stiffened your shoulders

He could see how tense you seemed to be, even if you did your best to hide it from others

He knew no matter how much you wished he didn't

It was late in the evening, and you were sat outside rolling your shoulders every couple of minutes

The pains was unbearable, and you couldn't help but let a stray tear fall down your hot cheek

His footsteps were quiet - almost silent - when he approached you

His eyes showed no pity, but rather concern for his friend

"You alright?" he asked, sitting down beside you

You wiped the tear off your cheek and nodded

You were sat in silence for a short while, not a word muttered between you both

And the pain only kept getting worse

"Can I help?"

"What?"

"Can I help?" he gestured at your shoulders, "Just... just turn around, okay?"

You wanted to say no; to tell him to stop. But you couldn't massage the muscles by yourself, and the offer was too tempting

And so, you turned, with your back now facing him

He got to work quick.

His fingers were on your shoulders, thumbs digging into your tense muscles

His hands were like magic, and your shoulders were slowly but surely growing less painful as the time went by

By the time he was done, you were feeling miles better. Maybe the pain wasn't fully gone, but it was much more bearable than it was before

"Thanks, Gaz."

He smiled, patting your back, "'Course."

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro could tell something was off when you entered his office with a sour look on your face

You quickly placed the paperwork on his desk, and was ready to head back out when he stopped you

You hesitantly sat on the chair on the other side of his desk and tried your hardest to not give away your discomfort

Your neck had been on fire all day, and as the hours ticked by, it only seemed to get worse

Alejandro was an observant superior, and he knew whenever one of his soldiers was in pain, or even just uncomfortable

"What's wrong?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you

He had that certain look on his face - the type that told you lying to him wouldn't do you any good. Not that he would believe you if you did lie to him.

"It's my neck, sir," you told him, "I get those really sharp pains sometimes."

He listened intently as you explained the extend of your pains; how they would interfere with your every-day life, and how the pain could quickly become unbearable

He told you to wait as he left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts

You were rubbing your neck when he suddenly returned, and before you could turn to look at him, a hot, moist cloth was placed around your neck

"Sit here until it gets better..." he told you, "At least a little."

You only nodded, allowing the warmth to seep into your sore muscles and slowly ease the pain that has been haunting you since that morning

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

Rudy was just as emotionally intelligent as Gaz, perhaps even more so

He could see you were in pain from the moment he saw you that day

Your fingers kept locking, and even clenching your hand into a fist caused you unbearable pain

Holding things wasn't much easier, to the point you had to cut your shooting practise early that day, which is when he decided to approach you

You sat on the ground with a frustrated huff, clenching and unclenching your fingers in a failing attempt to make your joints feel better - to be rid of the pain that was making your day a nightmare

He wordlessly sat beside you, sending you the sweet smile he so often did

"Here," he muttered, his hand reaching for yours in a gentle manner, "Let me help."

You were too tired - too frustrated - to argue, or even pull your hand away

You let him word on your aching bones

And work he did. The pads of your fingers massaged your palm, moving up and down to ease the tension that resided in your muscles

And although the pain was still there, it slowly became less sharp.

The soft massage was helping, and you couldn't help but send him a grateful smile

"Come," he eventually spoke, "Lets wrap your hands in something warm, it should help."

At times like these, you were glad he was as caring as he was

Valeria Garza

Working with a Cartel was hard

The job itself was a nightmare, with your life being on the line practically 24/7, but with your frequent, sharp pains your work only became more difficult

You did your best to not let it show. You didn't need pity from men who killed on the daily, and would most likely use your condition against you when it could work in their benefit

You were doing a great job hiding it from everyone, but you might have underestimated just how observant she was

Your knees have been killing you that day, every step causing a wave of pain throughout your body. You wanted nothing more than to sit down, or better yet lay down and take some time off

But this wasn't the type of job you could call in sick to. You couldn't call your cartel boss and them them you were feeling under the weather

You had to be there, whether you wanted to or not

She pulled you aside at one point, taking you to a secluded room under the pretense of wanting to discuss some serious matters with you

You followed. Of course you did, how could you not

She forced you to sit down one one of the chairs, and whilst you were relieved to finally have a small break, you did not let it show

She moved wordlessly around the room, but you didn't dare let your eyes follow her.

Not even when you heard water running, quiet curses leaving her lips when it no doubt splashed on her shirt

When she moved to stand in front of you, she had two wet towels in her hands, her face as stoic as ever when she told you to roll your trousers up

Weird request, but you obliged

Once they were rolled up just above your knees, she placed the towels over them, allowing the warmth to relax your muscles and ease the pain in your joints

"Stay here," she told you, "Until you feel better."

Gromsko

Gromsko is a medic. He can tell you're in pain, even when you do your best to hide it from him and the rest of your squad

He can see the way your brows crease in pain, and the way your roll your shoulders in an attempt to rid yourself of the growing tension

The harsh pain made it difficult to do the simplest of task. Pick up a gun? Too painful. Train? Too painful. Make some tea? Hell, even that was a nightmare

He approached you when you were in the kitchen, and promptly asked you to follow him

You did as you were told, entering a secluded room where he sat you on a chair

You looked at him confused, but did as you were told nevertheless. The look on his face told you not to argue with him at that moment

He moved behind you and placed what felt like a heating pad on your left shoulder

The warm was a welcome feeling against your sore muscles, but when his fingers began to apply pressure to your other shoulder, you couldn't help but close your eyes in relief

His fingers worked like magic against your muscles, rubbing them generously to ease the pain that made your day a living nightmare

"Better?" he asked with a concerned look

You nodded, replying with a quiet hum

He smiled happily in return, switching the heating pad so that it now rested against your already-massaged shoulder as he worked on the other one

"Thank you," you mumbled

"No worries."

König

This man is a silent observer

He kept to himself most of the time, which actually allowed him much unnecessary knowledge on the people he worked with

They talked loud, and it was often that he heard things he didn't necessarily want to know about

Most of the information was useless, but when it came to his friends - people he actually cared about - his skills were more than useful

He could tell something was wrong before you even sat in front of him

He didn't say anything, but he did not pull his eyes away from you either

When you grabbed onto your fork, and your brows creased in pain, he already knew what the matter was

He knew about your pains better than anyone

You tried to keep this information from him at first, but since he practically figured it out on his own, there was no point in keeping this from him any longer

Thankfully, his eyes didn't hold the pity you were afraid they would hold

Instead, they were supportive, often concerned when you fell to your knees writhing in pain, but never pitiful

Once lunch was finally over, he gestured for you to follow him, and he led you to a bench outside - in the warm, fresh air

He had your hands in his in an instant, his fingers rubbing firm circles into your muscles and joints

After many times of helping you through the pains, he knew exactly where to press, where to push, and where to rub to ease the tension in your bones

"Thank you," you had to tell him, grateful for always being there to help

He smiled -not that you could see his mouth, but you did see the way his eyes crinkled in the corners

"Of course!"

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Between the Lines - pt. I

tbhc!alex x reader this chapter is bascially a slow burn, fluffy vibe charged w some sexual tension between the reader who is in college n our beloved alix who becomes her editor. warnings: age gap, alex is 33, reader is in her 20's, cursing, alcohol.

In the heart of the university campus, a quaint café served as a haven for students. Seated at a cozy corner table Y/N and her best friend, Sophie, found comfort in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the hum of hushed conversations.

The soft glow of pendant lights cast a warm ambiance over mismatched wooden furniture, creating a warm atmosphere. Amidst the rustling of students immersed in textbooks and the distant murmur of espresso machines, Y/N and Sophie navigated the labyrinth of academia.

"Ugh, I suck," you groaned, holding your English lit paper in your hands.

"You don't," said Sophia.

"I got a C, Soph."

"Didn’t you do this on three hours of sleep?" she looked at you.

"Yeah," you grumbled.

"You'll do better next time."

"Ugh. I know. It's just such a blow to my confidence," you said, sipping on your ginger tea.

"I know. But this grade doesn't determine your skills. You're great at writing," she said, swirling her spoon in her iced coffee.

"Well. That's debatable," you replied.

She glared at you.

"Fine, fine. I'll stop talking shit about myself," you rolled your eyes.

"Good." She said pleased with your answer. 

You scanned the coffee shop and saw students going about their normal routines. Some of them were hurrying to get to their lectures on time. Others were lazing around in their seats, talking to their friends. Chatter filled the room as you let out a stressed out sigh. You sulked, not knowing how you were gonna recover from this grade.

"Anyway, as I was telling you. I asked my dad about Mr. Turner. He said you can give him a call and ask him to check out your novel."

"Oh god,” you groaned. “I mean-thank you so much. I don't wanna seem ungrateful, I just-I don't know. It feels awkward showing someone my short novel. If you can even call it that,” you rambled.

"I get it. I get embarrassed when I show my tutor my paintings. And he always has something to say," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Soph, your paintings are incredible. And your guy is good."

"That's true," she said, a light blush coloring her cheeks.

You smiled at her. You loved your best friend. You met in high school and became close friends senior year. You used to spend hours at each other's places, watching shows and mulling over the characters. She was one of the few people who was there for you through thick and thin and you weren't afraid to show your vulnerable side to her, insecurities and all.

"I'll send you his phone number and you can contact him whenever."

"Okay. Will do." You said, scrunching your face.

"If you don't do it, I will.”

"Ugh, I'll do it, I promise."

"I'll hold you to it."

"I can't wait to go out on Friday. I need to get drunk and forget," you groaned.

"Same. We've been too stressed out lately. We need to let loose," Sophie added.

You and Sophie had a tradition. No matter the circumstances you always went out on the weekend. You often drank alcohol at your favorite bar or club and danced until your feet were numb and your hearts were pounding. Then you stumbled to one of your dorms and ate junk food or watched a shitty movie.

Sophie looked down at her phone, her clock reading 1:47 PM.

"Well, I have to run. I have Literary Criticism soon,” she remarked.

"With Mr. spits when he talks?" you replied.

"That's the one," she said, letting out an exaggerated sigh.

You chuckled. "Good luck."

"I’ll see you later," she leaned down, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

You, on the other hand, finished your lectures for the day. Your Mondays weren't as rough, consisting of only two lectures in the morning and god, were you thankful for that.

Your eyes darted to your phone screen, after you received a notification from Sophie.

Alexander Turner

+378 09 998 890

Anxiety gnawed at you. You took a deep breath and told yourself It’s fine. He gets paid for this kind of job. He’s probably seen worse writing.

You decided to be brave and text him as there's no way you were calling him.

Hello Mr. Turner. Peter Herring recommended you as an editor. I am currently working on a short novel and I am interested in hiring you. Would you be interested in that? Thank you in advance.

You typed it out, reading it again. You erased the words ‘short novel’ leaving it blank. 

"Ugh." You said out loud. You decided to retype it and send it without thinking too much, letting out a sigh of relief.

As you were scrolling on your phone, it suddenly started vibrating and a number appeared. It read Mr. Turner.

Oh god. Why the hell is he calling me? Doesn’t this guy know how to text?

You answered your phone hesitantly, bringing it to your ear.

"Hello?" you said.

"Hi." a low voice spoke.

"Um. Is this Mr. Turner?"

"Yeah. What's your name, love? You didn't introduce yourself," he said in a thick British accent.

"Oh-um, I'm (Y/N)."

"Alright, (Y/N). You're interested in hiring an editor, is that correct?"

"Yes." 

"Great. How's Wednesday evening work for you? 7pm, my office? We can discuss the details then."

"Um, Wednesday evening? Yeah I'm good with that," you said.

"Alright. I'll send you my address then. Don't forget your novel," he added.

"Yes. Thank you," you sputtered.

And with that he hung up the phone. You stood there bewildered at this phone call. You just agreed to go to this random man's office on a Wednesday. You had no idea he was british. Why didn't Soph tell you he was british?

Well I guess you have an editor now.

*

In the sanctuary of your dormitory, you and Sophie nestled on your sofa as you found comfort beneath your favorite blanket.

"I had no idea he was british! His accent was so thick Soph. Like, I had never heard it before."

Sophie was laughing at you. "I thought I mentioned it."

"Well you didn't. Nothing could have prepared me for that. He was so swift and straight to the point. Skipped all the usual bullshit."

"Yep, that's Turner for you," she replied.

"How did your dad meet him again?" you inquired.

"Oh, he was his student in college. Mr. Turner lived in London for a few years and then moved here after my dad recommended him for this sort of writing position," she shrugged.

"Huh. That's interesting," you said. "Hey, what does this guy look like?" you asked, your curiosity peaking.

"Hmm. Let me show you his Facebook," she said. 

"His Facebook?" you asked, furrowing your brows in confusion.

"What? He doesn't have Instagram. He's in his 30s." she added.

"Right," you nodded. You got up and sat next to her, both of you staring at her phone. She found his Facebook page and clicked on his photos.

"He's kinda cute," you said, breaking the silence. Sophie chuckled at your reaction. "He’s good looking," she shrugged.

He had big brown eyes and medium length hair that went past his ears, down to the nape of his neck. His beard seemed neat and trimmed.

"Don't get any ideas now," she looked at you, teasing. "I'm not. I want to see how he looks like so I'm not completely blind sided when I get there."

"Anyway," you continued. "Do you wanna sleep over tonight? My roomie's not here."

"Oh my gosh, yes. I'll go grab my stuff," she exclaimed. "Okay," you said in a singsong and slumped down on your sofa, stretching out your legs.

You couldn't help but feel jittery for Wednesday. You let your thoughts wander for a little, wondering what he was like.

*

The week was passing quickly, and it was finally Wednesday. You were preparing to leave and go to Mr. Turner's place. To say you were a little nervous would be an understatement. Your palms were sweaty, and you weren't sure what you were wearing was appropriate.

You questioned if you looked like you were trying too hard as you opted for baggy brown suit pants and a red shirt with long sleeves.

Ugh. I'm sure he doesn't give a rat's ass about what I'm wearing.

As you put on your big leather jacket and wrapped a black scarf around your neck, the words he spoke echoed in your mind. "Don't forget your novel." As you went back to your room, you made sure to grab your novel and quickly stuffed it into your tote bag as well as your dorm keys. You couldn't help but wonder if any of his clients had ever forgotten theirs.

You decided to take the bus to his office and followed the instructions he texted you.

102 Ave Street. Nr. 32. If you have difficulties finding it, call me.

As you strolled around the neighborhood, you spotted a house with the number 32. You walked past his charming little garden and couldn't help but admire how nicely maintained it was. 

Now, standing in front of his door, a mix of excitement and nerves crept over you. Unsure of whether to give a knock or press the doorbell, anticipation filled the air. You decided to knock.

As you took a moment to take in your surroundings, the sound of the door being opened reached your ears. Stepping into the view was a figure of a pale man.

"Uh, hello," you said, extending your hand for him to shake. "Good evening," he said, a slight awkward smile on his face. He glanced down at your hand for a few seconds before finally reaching out to shake it.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Turner," you said, maintaining the handshake. "Likewise. Please, come inside and feel at home," he invited you.

"Thank you," you quietly replied as you stepped into his house, though a slight feeling of uncertainty lingered. It almost felt like intruding. "This way to my office," he directed, gesturing towards the left.

"Would you like a drink? Coffee or tea?" he asked. "Uh, tea would be fine. Thanks."

As you walked into his office, you settled into one of the inviting chairs positioned near his desk. Your gaze wandered to the oak wood bookcase that adorned the room, its shelves overflowing with a collection of books. Your eyes were drawn to the carefully placed plants that created a warm and inviting atmosphere. You wondered if anyone else lived in this house, although it seemed empty by the looks of it.

"Here you go," he interrupted your thoughts, setting down a mug with hot tea. "I brought you ginger. I don't know if you like it or not," he said with a serious tone. "Oh, that's my favorite actually," you said, smiling awkwardly.

"Great. Careful, it's hot," he looked at you and gave you a half smile. You blushed a little and brought the mug to your mouth, taking a sip. "So, did you bring your novel?" he said, staring at you.

You tried to speak and swallow at the same time and ended up choking on your drink. You coughed for a few minutes as Alex stared at you, his face laced with concern.

"Erm.." he shifted so he could tap your back. "Try to look up. It should help," he said.

You followed his instructions and looked up at the ceiling, coughing. Your throat seemed to calm down.

"S-sorry," you barely managed to say. "No worries. You alright?" 

"Yes," you exhaled and took out the novel, handing it to him, trying to move past the awkward situation. "Thank you," he muttered.

He took your novel and opened it, setting it down on the desk. Your legs were only a few centimeters away from each other. You shifted slightly, not wanting to invade his personal space.

You realized he hadn't asked you to send him your novel and wondered if you had made a mistake. Perhaps you should have asked him about it.

"Um... should I have sent a digital copy of it to you?" you questioned. "No, it's quite alright. I prefer reading it in front of my clients," he said, his gaze not leaving the book.

You felt awkward, to say the least. It wasn’t pleasant having someone read your work right in front of you. Especially when you thought editors usually familiarize themselves with your work beforehand.

You fumbled with your fingers, unsure what to do with yourself. Bringing the hot mug to your lips, you took a few sips. Your eyes wandered around the room and settled on Alex. He looked like he was studying your work, wearing a serious expression on his face, his eyebrows furrowed.

He looked handsome. When a few strands of hair fell on his face, he tucked them behind his ear. You felt your cheeks heat up and looked away before he could catch you staring. 

As you anxiously awaited his response, doubts clouded your mind about whether any of the sentences you wrote were coherent. You nervously retrieved your phone from your bag, feeling the clamminess on your palms. However, before you could reach out to a friend, he abruptly spoke up.

“S’good,” he looked up at you nodding. “Really? But you didn’t read that much.." you weren't sure what to say.

“I don’t need to. I can see that it’s straightforward and has a clear direction. It’s a bit wordy though and needs some work.” He added.

“Oh, okay,” you nodded. He noticed you slumped a little and found it endearing. He had to remind himself of your age and sensitivity.

“But don’t fret. It’s nothing we can’t fix,” he said, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “Right,” you smiled politely. You looked at him for a split-second and then glanced down at your hands.

“Well. I need to read the rest of your novel now. I only wanted to give you a clear picture of what we were gonna do in the upcoming weeks and how this works,” you nodded.

“For now we can meet once every two weeks and then see how your work progresses. Does Wednesday work for you, around this time?” “Uh-yes. I can do that.”

“Perfect. I want to recommend two books for you to read that could help you with your writing. Could you grab “On Writing”, by Stephen King from the bookshelf there?” he pointed to a book with a brown hardcover.

You stood up and spotted the book he was talking about. “This one?” you asked. “Yes. And also the “Bird by Bird” on your left.” You looked around but didn’t see the book he was talking about.

He stood up, approaching you, his chest pressing lightly against your back. His hand reached out just above your head, and a tantalizing scent reached your nose. The subtle blend of cigarette smoke and lavender emerged from his clothing.

“That’s your right,” he said behind you, amused. “Oh, right,” you chuckled awkwardly.

He got back to his desk and handed you the book, your fingers grazing his.

“You don’t need to read these in over a week. This isn’t school,” he chuckled. “But they should help you improve and explore different methods of writing.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Turner,” you mumbled. “Oh, feel free to call me Alex,” he said. “Okay. Alex,” you replied.

You felt strange saying his name in such a casual manner. It felt like you were talking to a friend your age, not a 30 something year old accomplished editor and god knows what else.

“Oh uh, how do I pay for this?” “My secretary will contact you for that. The first session was meant for us to get acquainted and make sure that we are a good fit."

“Great,” you said.  “Alright.” He looked at you. “Right. Then I’ll be going. Thank you, again. It was nice meeting you,” you mumbled. 

“It was nice meeting you too,” he smiled and guided you to the door. You waved goodbye, and exited his house, the cold autumn air surrounding you. Well, now you really have an editor.

*

Alex didn't expect, well, you. He knew you were younger but god, were you a pretty little thing. His usual clients were a lot older and well, half of them were men.

He tried not to get carried away as his mind swirled with different thoughts about you. He didn't want to be creepy and he never wanted to give you that impression. So he tried his best to be professional.

But you were making it so hard. With your pouty lips and your fumbling hands every time you waited for a response from him. You wore these perfectly fitting tops that hugged your body. Occasionally when you moved around, the fabric would subtly reveal a glimpse of your midriff, making it impossible not to gawk at you. He thought you were simply adorable.

"So, how are your classes going? Anyone giving you trouble?" He asked, genuinely interested. "They're going well," you trailed off, sighing. 

"It's one of my professors. I don't think he likes me," you murmured. "Who?" he asked. 

"Professor Miller," you slumped a little. "Oh. Well I don't think he likes anyone if that makes you feel any better," you laughed. "No but seriously, what’s the problem?" he asked.

"I have the lowest grade in his class," you said, rolling your eyes, a little embarrassed to admit. "Grades aren't everything (Y/N). I've had my fair share of shitty grades too."

"What if I just suck though?" you asked, finding it unbelievable how comfortable you felt talking to him after knowing him only for a few weeks. "Nah. I would have dropped you by now," he teased you.

You gasped. “I’m only joking. You have a lot of potential,” he said, softly gazing into your eyes.

You smiled, feeling at ease.

"If you want I can help you with your assignments. Give you tips and such. Free of charge," he joked.

Both of you couldn't help but notice that your knees were touching but you felt comfortable staying close.

"Are you sure?" you asked. "Yeah. What else am I gonna do with my time?" he said. "Thanks," you said, feeling like this is beginning to border on inappropriate. But you didn't care.

"How about tomorrow, after your classes, you come by and we can see what we can do."

You nodded. "Okay. Sounds great." 

*

You had entranced him. He knew it was inappropriate. He was your editor, after all. And much older than you. But he couldn't help it. He couldn't stand the idea of any of these college guys having you. You were too good. Too sweet.

He wanted to be the one who owned you. He often imagined what it would be like to graze your delicate skin with his fingers. Make you shiver under his touch. Or how you mouth would feel around his coc-

"I hate writing!" you exclaimed, getting up from his couch and pacing around. You guys had moved from his office to his living room. He wanted you to feel comfortable.

He listened to you intently as you explained what you meant to convey in your latest pages. He could have easily done this over an email, but no, he had to see you. Your low voice, sweet like honey, reached his ears.

You sighed. "I don't know. I feel like I'm losing sight of my story. I have no idea what to do next." You said, biting your lip.

"Maybe you should leave it be," Alex replied.

"Huh?" you questioned.

"Well you've been working really hard at it lately. When was the last time you did something else you were passionate about?"

"I-," you paused, "I don't know," you mumbled, sitting down next to him again.

"See? You need to forget about it for a while. Create some distance."

You mulled over his words. "Is that what you do?"

"Course. Every artist does."

You looked at him like the world hung on his lips.

"Yeah. I can try that," you said, a worried expression on your face.

"No," he laughed. "Don't take this as another assignment. I mean really forget about it. Do something that doesn't make you think about writing."

You thought about it for a while and asked "Like what?"

He hesitated. "Well." Fuck it, he thought. "I have two tickets to the theater tonight," he raised his eyebrows slightly. "One of my friends canceled on me and you can join me if you want.”

His gaze met yours as you registered what he asked you. He looked at you, biting his lip, worrying if he had been too forward.

"What's the play about?" you asked, caving in. He tried to contain his smile and continued "It's ballet. The last swan lake."

"Oh, I've always wanted to see that," you said. "Great. We can meet in front of the theater at 7:30. That alright?" he asked. 

"Yeah. Sounds good," you replied, trying to contain your enthusiasm. "I'll see you later then."

*

As you were getting ready in your small bathroom, you couldn't help but feel nervous about tonight, butterflies swirling in your stomach. We can meet for a drink beforehand, if you want. My treat. He told you a few hours ago, wearing a shy smile.

You had reluctantly agreed. You wanted to spend time with him so badly but you felt like you were doing something wrong. You hadn’t even told Sophie yet.

You got dressed, slipping on your silky tights past your legs. You decided to wear a delicate black dress with long sleeves that exposed your plush thighs. Pairing it with your leather jacket and your red scarf, you slung your small handbag over your shoulder, getting ready to leave.

You decided to take your earphones with you and listen to music to calm your nerves.

When you arrived at the charming bar he had picked, you flung the door open and entered. lThe cozy ambience enveloped you as you stepped inside, a welcoming contrast to the crisp evening air outside.

Alex, already seated at a secluded corner table, looked up from his menu, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he caught sight of you entering.

As you made your way towards him, the gentle flicker of candlelight played on the edges of his features. "You made it," he said, rising from his seat and pulling your chair out for you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, your cheeks rosy from the cold. You sat down, not knowing what to do with your hands or where to look. This felt strangely intimate.

“What do you want to drink?” he asked you.

“Uh. What are you getting?” you replied.

“Probably a beer.” He said.

“I guess I’ll get a glass of white wine then,” you replied, feeling somewhat awkward. You didn’t expect in a million years to have drinks with your editor.

“You sure? You can get anything you want. Like I said, it’s my treat.” He smiled.

“Thank you. Yeah I’m good,” you replied bashfully.

After the waiter brought your drinks you started delving into conversation.

"So, um, tell me more about yourself," Alex prompted, his gaze lingering on you.

You giggled, sipping your drink. "Well, there's not much to tell. Just a struggling student trying to make it out alive."

He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "From what I've seen, there's more than meets the eye."

You met his gaze, and the air shifted, charged with an unspoken tension. "You know, I never expected my editor to be someone who could make me forget about writer's block."

He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Maybe I'm just that good at my job."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving between discussions of literature, shared interests, and personal anecdotes. As the night progressed, the topics ventured into more intimate territories, the subtle dance of words revealing layers beneath the surface.

"You have this way of making the mundane sound interesting," you remarked, now both on your second drink. You could feel your face heat up from the alcohol.

Alex leaned in, his gaze intense yet inviting. "Maybe it's the company that makes it interesting."

The words lingered in the air, a palpable tension settling between you. Unspoken desires sparked beneath the surface.

"Well, I find the company interesting too," you replied.

A hint of a smirk crossed Alex's face as he took a sip of his drink. "Careful now," he said. "Interesting company can be quite... distracting."

A subtle blush crept onto your cheeks. "Distracting can be a good thing." you replied.

"What are you distracting yourself from?" he asked, his gaze lingering on yours.

“I’m not sure. Everyone has problems, I guess,” you looked down at your hands.

“Anything you want to share?” he asked. 

“Wouldn’t want to bore you,” you chuckled. 

“You could never,” he replied, his tender eyes meeting yours. You stared at each other for a few seconds before you cleared your throat and looked at the time. “Oh, I think we should get going,” you said.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Alex said and he gestured to the waiter for the bill. You thanked him for the drinks and promised you would return the favor next time you saw him. He agreed but knew he wouldn’t let you pay for anything, especially since you were just a student.

You had an amazing time seeing "Black Swan" at the theater. The ballet was captivating, and the music was incredible. You also noticed Alex glancing at you a few times throughout the show. 

After the show, Alex walked you to your cab. Under the streetlights, there was a quiet moment filled with something more than words. You exchanged a look that said it all, a shared understanding between you. As you got into the cab, Alex stood on the sidewalk with a thoughtful smile and waved goodbye.

When you arrived at your dorm, your phone vibrated. 

Did you get home safely? - Mr Turner. 

Your heart fluttered.

Yes.

Great. Good night. 

Night.

After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you huddled into your bed and drifted off to sleep, embracing your pillow. The night ushered you into a world of dreams.

[nicosraf]

hello!! i'm about to ramble a bit about a silly question that i have! so i apologize in advance <3 and please forgive me if this has been asked before, i feel like i saw a post about this a while back but i can't seem to find it?? i'm not sure. (also, last preface, i haven't read A&M yet, so i'm also very sorry if this is covered in there!! please feel free to ignore this if so).

anyways, so, how do prayers work in the Angels universe? if a human were to pray to an angel (or even to a demon, for that matter), can that being hear their prayer? or does it just, like... go into the void? lmao. and is said angel/demon able to reply to their prayers? just, in general, many questions about how praying works here. i was thinking about this the other day and was wondering what some of your characters would think about receiving prayers if they could hear them <3

thank you so much for reading this, and i hope you're doing well! 🖤 make sure you take care of yourself, rest & drink water :)) <33

hello! i don't think this has been asked!

so angels and demons don't hear prayers, but angels might be told by God that a human is praying to them, and God might be upset about it if the prayer feels like worship — but in some cases, God does send the angel down to whoever's praying to them. That said, I think angels can feel it a little. They feel like something is calling them, but they don't know why or what for. So they mostly toss and turn in bed about it. (I think Michael, who gets a lot of prayers, feels a huge weight of responsibility on his shoulders that he doesnt know how to alleviate; he can feel people depending on him, but he can't help them unless God tells him how).

Demons, since they're cut off from god, can also kinda feel that someone is praying but there's no easy way to find the people who worship them. They like the prayers though. If they manage to find who's praying, they tend to work out a deal with their worshipper happily/easily. Unfortunately, it's rare for them to find the worshippers.

Oh and Lucifer loves being prayed to, even by humans, and loves being worshipped, as I'm sure you can imagine.

thank u for the ask!! im doing my best... still a little sick and with a lot of catch up work to do, but i'll live :') i hope youre doing well too

[deathbxnny]

Hello!! I love your writing so much, the requests people send you are always so specific they're SUCH a joy to read, amplified by your writing!

I was wondering if I could request a fem!reader who's really elegant and princess-like? She paints, plays instruments (mainly the violin and piano), dances ballet. Etc and her behavior just screams Princess. She's polite and patient, understanding and cooperative, kind and gentle. Etc. All that stuff! The characters are Silver Wolf, Kafka, Fu Xuan and Serval!

Stay hydrated and eat well!! I hope you have a lovely day!! <33

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A/N: Hello there Anon! I'm really glad that you like my work! I also really love your idea, so thank you for the request!<33

Content: Established relationship, fluff, reader has a princess-like personality, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns, but is reffered to as a "princess"!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Fu Xuan

Fu Xuan loved the way you behaved and often praised you for it. You fit perfectly together, as she was quite elegant herself, although she often had more of a temper than you did. But she was proud of being your girlfriend, especially when you were always so kind and talented.

She loves watching you dance and play instruments after a long, tiring day at work. She finds it relaxing and calming, even sometimes agreeing to dance with you. She also displays your artwork practically everywhere, wanting other people to see how great and talented you are.

Fu Xuan will absolutely agree, that you must've been a princess in your past life. She might even use her divination skills to tell if you were or not, as she's just absolutely convinced that you are.

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》Serval

You and Serval were near complete opposites, which she didn't mind at all. In fact, she absolutely loved it. You were always so kind and elegant, your politeness and soft-spoken words charming everyone around you, especially Serval herself. To say that she's proud of you being her s/o, would be an understatement.

She absolutely loves listening to you playing the Piano and might even play along with her guitar. Creating music with you is her way of relaxing after work and is a good way to bond even deeper. She also displays your paintings in her shop proudly and comes to any of your dance recitals just to watch you in awe.

Sometimes she likes to joke, that you must've been a lost princess of some sort, as someone so naturally perfect couldn't just possibly exist. And if anything, you were her princess anyways.

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》Kafka

Kafka loved everything about you. In fact, she deemed you as absolutely perfect in every way. You could never do wrong and if anyone claimed you did, then they weren't worthy of life to her. She practically worshipped the ground you walked on and couldn't believe that you were just a simple mortal. There had to be more to you and she was absolutely convinced that there was.

With that said, she supports you and your talents in every way and often obliges, whenever you ask her to join you in any of them. She'll dance with you, paint with you and happily listen to you play the violin, which is her favourite thing ever. She could watch and listen to you for days on end.

She's just so proud and grateful to have a divine and talented s/o like you and will make sure to never let you go either.

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》Silver Wolf

Silver Wolf acknowledges how talented and perfect you are with a simple nod of her head, before she moves on to show you her newest video game achievement. It's not that she isn't proud or fascinated by you. She's just really very expressive about it and doesn't want you to somehow feel uncomfortable.

With that said, she'll always accompany you everywhere and calmly do her thing somewhere nearby, whilst you paint, dance or play the piano. Sometimes you'll even join her, whenever she asks you to play a video game with her. She purposely loses just to see you happy.

It never really occurs to her, that you are very princess-like, as you are just her lovely s/o to her. But after hearing someone bring it up for the first time, she can't help but agree. You really are too perfect.

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A/N: Alright, so I hope this is okay! Thank you again for the request and sorry for the wait!<33

[thatdeadaquarius]

sleepy-apparition Submitted:

I have to say it, I can not stay silent any longer! Shenhe is one of the best characters for neurodivergent creator.

Just hear me out! Not only is also plagued with feeling like she's stuck between two worlds(being a human that was forced out of society and now has to ingrain herself back into society after living away from it for so long), her way of thinking and speech are perfect for someone who's neurodivergent(she's probably neurodivergent herself). She's VERY direct. You always know what you're gonna get from her. I'd be refreshing, especially after that awkward 'just became friends' stage.

Also Shenhe's like. One of the best bodyguards you could have, in any context. She's SUPER strong and quick, and she, technically, can follow you anywhere. Unlike Ganyu and Cyno(Who have high maintenance jobs) or Xiao(Who has a certain duty stopping him from leaving), there isn't anything keeping her in Liyue. I guess there's the chance of her red ropes breaking...but that's something she's been working hard on since she met the traveler. It's something she can work on with you. Plus, traveling with a partner might be good, for both the you and Shenhe. You get a friend who can protect you, and she also gets afriend, and crowd exposure therapy. Win-win honestly.

I might have put to much effort into this, but I need to talk about Shenhe and your ask box was closed. Your work is amazing by the way! It never fails to make me laugh or smile, so keep it up! You're doing great!

GORGEOUS GORGEOUS WRITING ABOUT GORGEOUS GORGEOUS WOMEN ✨️💙

I love this, tho admittedly im head over heels for any neurodivergent content in sagau/genshin ever <33

THANKS FOR BLESSING MY EYES FIRST WITH THIS, it was an amazing read

You guys are always welcome to send in writing blurbs or any brainrot ur having, I love to hear it!! /gen :)

Btw, if ur wondering where ive been for the past week or so, ive been working on the one shot for Eldritch AU!

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⚠️WARNING talk of Covid/Sickness below!⚠️

...that and I got Covid 💀

My roommate brought it back with them when they came home,, last friday? I think

And i ended up getting a nasty fever on and off for 2 days straight

Im almost recovered now! Just a stuffy nose and no taste buds :'(

Which has been the most upsetting part i can BARELY taste anything

My sense of taste yesterday was the most there its been since i got knocked out last week, and even then it was at 1/4 rlly of the way there

Now im back to eating textures 😭

Been like this for 4 days now that im doing better/more cleared up its so unfair D;

Anyway, srry abt the complaining, just wanted to let u guys know whats up!!

Let me know if u got any getting taste back tricks 🥲

THANK U AGAIN FOR THIS.

Im serious this made my day to see <3333 😭

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Safe Travels Sleepy,

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tbh i thought abt tagging beloveds so they could see this, but i didnt write it so i didnt wanna tag lmao

[bubblesxo]

I love your fic!!! I fucking adore de-aged Bruce fics and Gotham!Bruce is such a fun way to go about it!! And oh, is there anything in particular you’re looking forward to writing with Bruce and everybody? Or anything you wanna share about the process? I’m super curious!!!

oh thank you so much!!! that means so much to me to hear <33 i'm really glad that you're enjoying the story! i agree, gotham!bruce is a really fun way to tackle the topic of bruce's youth.

i'm really excited to write more bonding between bruce and his kids, as well as some alfred and jim scenes coming up!! (of course, harvey will be making another appearance, don't worry! he's just basically in dix's position in gotham canon here---very knowledgeable, very seasoned, but a bit older at this point. he's happily retired with a wife, and is distinctly spending it away from gotham XD) this fic was made with family relationships in mind, so i'm excited for when bruce finally begins to trust them a bit and starts to care about them more. (as a sneak peak for the next chapter, i'll say now that damian makes an appearance very soon!)

speaking of alfred, i really need to lore drop about him more coming up.

anyway, one of my favorite things ever to include in the fic is bruce random lore-dropping. like, his family has NO IDEA about most of the stuff he casually says, it's just such good comedy fuel for me XD i need some comedy to offset the trauma that all of the characters have, after all!

i have some plot points coming up that i am so so so excited to write!!! more short-term, i have a character coming up that's been mentioned a few times in-fic already as a bit of foreshadowing. he's only in like one chapter atm but miiightt make an appearance later. *wink wink*

more middle-term, there's an arc coming up soon that is gonna be both angst and comedy gold. it includes a character who has been mentioned by name but not discussed haha. he's around for a while (meaning at least a few chapters as a very very prominent character and probably a few as more of a background character) and i know that people are probably gonna be super hype when i introduce him, especially from the time period i'm taking him from!!

finally, i have an important long-term plotline that's going to go on in the background for most of the fic. i was thinking about writing it in a bit more blatantly in about 4 chapters, but now looking at all of this written down, i think i'll shove that chapter into the next round and write something a bit more foreshadowy for now and less obvious. i don't wanna give the plot away too soon, after all! (if you try, you can probably guess the character i'm referring to here, though probably not his name...)

i'm thinking of doing a special babs chapter coming up to talk about her whole parentage thing in this ficverse, too! do you think that would be interesting to anyone? LOL

i also am going to start tying selina in more often in the future, which is going to be a ton of fun!! and looking back on all of this, i'm starting to worry about just *how long* this fic is going to be XD but hey, whatever! i'll go with my muse.

looking back on what i wrote, this seems to be suuuuper vague, and i'm sorry about that!! but mid-term and long-term ones are a bit of a surprise and a mystery, respectively, and i don't want to spoil the fun too much XD

thank you so much for the ask!! i love talking about things on here, especially my fic! feel free to send more asks if you ever feel like it<33 and of course thank you so much for reading and enjoying my fic !!<33

[tea-plantz]

Hello!! I sent a request earlier but I wasn't that specific with it so ignore that sorry. Anyway can you do yandere Darcy Wu x reader romantic head cannons ( Btw love your vibe <33 )

Yes, of course I can do that! I love Darcy sm I swear they were one of my fav Amphibia characters, and thank you for the compliment!<3

For background info, y/n was teleported to Amphibia, along with the other girls, and knows about the whole “possession” thingie. Btw I’m also going to write Darcy as more of an evil/robotic Marcy, rather then a bunch of old dudes, cuz y’know.. that’s a bit weird, well anyways, onto the head cannons!

They/them for the reader

She/them for Darcy (plus the ‘we’ and ‘us’ stuff)

!tw! Blood, dark themes, yandere stuff

~Yandere Darcy Wu x Reader HCS~

So for starters, I think that the reason Darcy would feel an extra strong emotion towards you, would be because you were Marcy’s crush!

Since the Core possesses Marcy, it would probably obtain some of her quirks as well, such as loving you. (This can also be seen in the show, I believe. Y’know with the muffins and the clumsiness)

They would often look through Marcy’s memories to find information about you, like what you enjoyed, your favorite foods and small details about your personality. Sometimes they would even just sit there and watch you for hours on end. Replying their favorite memories over and over again, imagining what it would be like to hold you and simply just being in your presence. At one point, Darcy’s little interest became so strong that you couldn’t really consider it just a crush anymore… it became an obsession. After time, it got so bad that Darcy couldn’t take it any longer. They had to have you, and believe me they were going to.

Now, Darcy would probably feel a bit out of place when it comes to romance. This is a field they aren’t familiar with at all, and they wouldn’t really know what to do about the situation. When she confronted Andrias about this, he suggested that she could simply just ‘ask you out’. Darcy thought about this, and honestly, it didn’t seem like that bad of an idea. Maybe you would actually agree to be with them, I mean based off of Marcy’s memories you seemed like such a kind and understanding person. And if you didn’t agree, they could just make you. You don’t really have a choice, and Darcy had their ways.

After sending out a couple of frobots to get you, they returned a couple of hours later with you, completely unharmed as instructed by Darcy.

Immediately after being dropped off by the robots, thick, heavy metal tentacle-like wires wrapped around you, lifting you off the ground. You struggled, while panicking until you heard a distorted voice that kinda sounded like… Marcy?! “Why hello there, y/n”

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Now that Darcy finally has you in their possession, they would insist on accompanying you everywhere. What can I say? Their clingy. And since you guys have established a relationship (you didn’t really get much of a saying in that) she’s not gonna give you that much personal space either. Darcy’s constantly going to have an arm or two wrapped around you, standing uncomfortably close, or leaving light kisses on your face. The many eyes always keeping a closed watch doesn’t make it any better either.

I also have this one head cannon that Darcy is like, super mean to everyone except you! Like for example, they could be shouting their lungs out at Andrias, telling him that he’s such a screwup (#stopAndriasabuse), just being an complete asshole. But when you came waltzing into the room, their mood completely changed and her face light up. “ANDRIAS YOU FOOL, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE SO DIFFICULT! I’M GOIN TO- oh hey y/n darling, how’s it going?”

Darcy is a BIG fan of showing her dominance around you! They always tell you have much power they have, sometimes droping a few threats here and there. Of course, Darcy is still a quite polite yandere, but they can be extremely threatening at times. To them, there’s just something about seeing you all frightened that causes such a rush! Another thing they certainly enjoy is to see you all flustered and nervous in front of them. This meaning that Darcy would spend a lot of their time leaving flirtatious remarks, doing stuff like hugging you from behind while whispering in your ear, and just generally flirting with you. Seeing you in such a state makes her feel all fuzzy inside, and she lives for it! They really can’t get enough~

Another hobby of Darcy’s is simply just watching you. You’re entertainment alone just by being your adorable, cute self! (Darcy’s words) All the little things you do, the expressions, the reactions, your smile, the way you slightly poke your tongue out when you’re focusing, they could simply just sit and study you all day long! Darcy also loves to show off her thighs to you, “and here, human, you can see our deadly laser beam! Pretty cool, right?”

Other times, they would just drag you off to eat red velvet cupcakes with ube frosting, and trust me, they eat A LOT of those cupcakes. “Come, our love, we truly desire something to eat now! Therefore, we are bringing you with us to the kitchen to search for cupcakes!”

I believe that Darcy is the type to be a ‘manipulative yandere’. They use manipulation to make you do as they please, and show their love for you.

Punishments aren’t really their forte, since they would much rather just keep you in line by scolding you or tying you up with the wires when you misbehave, but if you’re just gonna keep being impossible, they would gladly put you in your place. “Pathetic. You can’t even follow some simple rules, and you know what happens to rule breakers, don’t you sweetheart?” Isolation is usually what works the best for them, since after the punishment, you become so needy for human contact. After leaving you alone down in the cold, dark cellar for a couple of hours, you become so desperate to be close with Darcy, which is their exact intention. She loves to hold you close, telling you that their the only one you need, all with a red blush spread across their cheeks and a lovesick expression plastered on their face. Call it a bit of a psychological trick if you will.

Darcy is extremely jealous and would probably even keep you away from anyone that is not Andrias (still they don’t like the idea of you being alone with him). This is probably because Darcy possesses Marcy’s body, therefore, they inherited some of Marcy’s trauma, including abandonment issues. They’re just so terrified of the love of their life leaving y’know? She has gotten blood on their hands before, from people trying to rescue you or from teaching you ‘lessons’, as they like to call it, and they aren’t afraid to do it again.

All in all, I don’t feel like yandere Darcy is all that different from regular Darcy, they just have a bit more of that intensity and possessiveness, but it’s just because they love you so much!… maybe a little too much.

I’m so sorry for being a bit slow with this one! I just have some important tests coming up that I need to focus on, but I promise I will get my other request done as soon as I can<3

LOOK AT THEM AAAAH

[hydrxnessa]

woooo christmas oc art done !!!

(i respect artfight artists who are able to do mass attacks with like more than 20 characters. goodness gracious. how do they do it.)

anyways !!! the year of 2023 draws to an end. and honestly i'm quite happy with this year! broke through 1k followers on both instagram and tumblr, 600 on twt (i still hate that site), so thank you so much !!

anyways incoming cheesy message

i didn't really expect much from this year starting from january. i was in the tmnt fandom but i wasn't really interacting w it much because .. god that place is a toxic cesspool. i never really interact with fandoms much anyway, just draw one piece of fanart and enjoy the franchises from a Very safe distance away. but you can't really gain friends from just lurking in fandom spaces, so usually i felt pretty lonely. but thats how its been for me for a while.

that is, until february rolled around. i already knew of the game Doors since it got released - i played it through multiple times with friends and that was kinda it. just another roblox horror game quickie. then, i believe it was melly's animations that somehow dragged me into the fandom? that and also there was an uprise in doors content because of the hotel+ update. and there i saw the rooms creatures, in which i was like Oh My Godf i NEED to draw A-120, they are soso silly. they are so squiggle. (ambush was also my bbgirl<3). i NEED to make my own designs for them

aaaand uuh yeah that basically kickstarted my doors phase. i began to start my own AU of doors senVerse, and people loved it. people on here were so kind and welcoming, saying that they loved my designs and were also inspired by me? like woah, usually i'm the one getting inspired from others. people were getting inspiration from me?? heck, even looked up to me? that's crazy, i would've NEVER thought i'd get here ngl. explain this year to last year me and she would've NEVER believed you. and that gave me motivation to continue my doors doodles.

i gained a lot of moots n friends from this fandom. and i MEAN a lot. heck i even made the decision to make a discord server and ohmygodf i do NOT regret that decision. i met and made cool friends and got closer to peeps on there, thanks for sticking around i love u guys<33

whether or not you followed me for doors content, stray, tmnt, heck even oc content, thank you so much for being here. thank you for liking, reblogging, commenting, or even sending me asks on my blog! i can't express my gratitude and appreciation enough in words. you've all helped me get through this year, so thankthankthank you, i love u all/p !!!!

i hope you're all having a wonderful holiday season as we come close to this year's end; merry christmas and have an amazing new year soon !!!

here's to a new year !! mwah !!!

-ness :3