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mcyt-imagines · 4 years ago

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hi! love your writing! could you possibly do dating headcannons for technoblade?! possibly including some kissing/cuddling :)

I’m so sorry this took so long!! I’m finally on break so I’ll be posting a little more frequently for now! Also I got very carried away with this one,,,, um,,, it’s almost 4,000 words long,,, can you tell Techno is my comfort streamer?? And gender-neutral pronouns as usual! (Edit: This is C!Techno btw, didn’t think I needed to point that out seeing as we all know the actual streamer is not a bloodthirsty half-piglin man but I just got an angry anon in my ask box, so I’m specifying.))

Dating C!Technoblade HCs

Techno being half piglin shares their obsession with gold, and in turn, likes to gift you gold as often as he can. Usually, in the form of jewellery that matches his own, he even gifts you a ‘friendship’ emerald, embedded in a choker you wear most days. And of course, if you ask for it, he makes sure to acquire a crown for you to match his own. As a man who forges his own weapons, he is aware of the process of smelting and sure, he could make the jewellery himself but he’s not very crafty with his hands. Dealing with the small potion vials he uses to brew is difficult enough for his large hands, let alone something as finicky and delicate as jewellery. But when he’d asked you to make your relationship ‘official’ per se, he did persevere and make a ring for you, he ended up making several and scrapping too many he didn’t think were good enough. This continued until Phil had to intervene telling him that if he wasn’t gonna hurry up and ask you he was gonna do it for him, mortified at the thought Techno buckled down and despite the ring’s faults, which were only obvious to him, he gave it to you. You adored it of course, and then he told you he had made it, and it only made you love it more. Techno had underestimated how he would feel when he finally saw you wearing it, he almost killed Phil. The two had been sparring outside in the snow when you had come riding up from the nearby forest, the ring on your finger glinting against the early morning sun and stunning him. Him blindly thrusting his sword forward, head completely turned to you as you approached. Only turning away when he noticed your horrified expression. Thankfully Phil was fine, but you were banned from flashing anything too shiny whenever you came to visit. Techno never heard the end of it from Phil and yourself, however, teasing him for it whenever you had the time.

Techno is a man of few words, for the most part. His love language leans closer to physical touch and acts of service. This man craves your touch, you can hold him so gently in your small hands and he can hardly describe the feeling that washes over him. He wonders if he feels contentment, or if he just feels whole for once. The latter terrifies him because he has no idea what he’s going to do if he ever loses you. That’s a lie. He knows what will happen. The voices will finally win, and it’ll be over. He’ll be lost in the consciousness of a mind that was never truly his own, to begin with. But when you hold him he forgets about all of it, his mind feels clear and quiet. Even if it's just for a few minutes he cherishes those moments, holding you tightly to his chest and simply letting himself breathe. You are his rock, undoubtedly. And now that he’s lived without you for so long, he never intends on letting you go.

Techno’s favourite way to cuddle with you is when you’re both lying on the couch, you draped over him, head on his chest. Sometimes he’ll read to you and sometimes you’ll lie with him for hours, begging him to take a break for once. Even Phil can’t pull him away from his work on his worst days, but you never fail to tempt him with warm cuddles by the fire. Another one of his favourites has to be when every blue moon you wake up before him, he’s quite a light sleeper so once you stir, he’ll wake too. But if you manage to remain undetected and get downstairs he will groggily trudge down the ladder, shirtless and hair an absolute tangled mess. Without a word he will simply wrap his arms around you, pulling your back tightly against his chest and nuzzle his face into your neck all whilst grumbling that you left him alone to wake up. You will always giggle and apologise with soft kisses and a steaming cup of coffee, of course, he begrudgingly forgives you. Those slow morning cuddles as you cook are some of his favourites. When you desperately try to scoot around the small kitchen to stop the eggs from burning and he merely holds you tighter, strength easily holding you back as you whine out complaints as he chuckles against your neck.

Techno is such a sucker for you whenever you kiss his scars. He has a few on his hands that you will always target if you ever feel if he is getting quiet or distant. Your lips on his skin always pull his spiralling thoughts back to the present, back to you. Whenever he starts to feel less than human you practically drag the man to your shared bedroom to remind him of how human he is. Sometimes Techno will tell you the tales behind the scars you pay particular attention to, others he won’t, you focus on those the most. Doing your best to lighten the dark clouds that plague him on his worst days.

Techno isn’t one for a lot of PDA, content to hold your hand and occasionally kiss your forehead. However, if he ever feels threatened by any of the other members of the SMP he is likely to hold you close and glare down anyone who dares look your way. But Techno isn’t intimidated by anyone at the moment, meaning he has no reason to act particularly possessive whilst you’re out. This man adores your hands, he loves watching how small they look in his own. He’ll kiss along your knuckles, especially if you’re wearing the ring he gave you, he’ll murmur a soft, ‘Looking gorgeous your majesty.’ Just to watch the way you smile brightly at him when he does, almost always leaning forward to meet his lips with your own.

Techno is plagued by the memories of his past, the voices a constant reminder of this. He can handle them during the day, but it’s at night when he’s most vulnerable to them. The first time Techno wakes from a night terror you are practically thrown out of the bed as he violently jerks around. Which instantly sets you on alert, Techno sleeps like a rock usually. It’s only when you manage to stand up that you can see him, his body is caked in sweat, strands of his long hair sticking to his skin, the sheets are even damp from it. ‘Techno.’ You try to wake him, knowing he’s a light sleeper. But that doesn’t work. Eventually, you cautiously climb back into bed, tenderly holding his face in your hands, noticing tears slipping down his cheeks as he practically trembles. ‘Techno.’ You call his name again, nothing. ‘Techno!’ He shoots up, sending you flying backwards again in case he threw a punch with him. His eyes are wide, pupils blown out. You’ve never seen him look so terrified before, he scans the room, eyes darting every which way until his eyes finally land on you. ‘A-Are you okay?’ You probe, the tears start again, but they are silent and run quick down his cheeks. His breathing is shallow and quick as his eyes seem to lose focus, looking straight through you. You move closer to him, ‘Hey, hey.’ You coo, unsure what the hell is going on because of course, Techno wasn’t going to tell you he has night terrors. You take his face in your hands again, wiping at the tears on his skin. ‘Techno you’re safe, you’re okay.’ You speak clearly before he pulls you closer, shoving his face into your chest, his arms tight around your middle. You wrap your arms around him as best you can, repeating comforting phrases until his grip loosens, and eventually, he pulls you back down to lie with him. You don’t ask him about it until he mentions it the next morning over breakfast. You hold him close as he talks, face emotionless and eyes blank, trying to distance himself from the events even as he retells them. You deserve to know the atrocious things he’s done. And yet you still choose to stay. Even after everything he tells you, you don’t budge from his side. That speaks louder to Techno than any confession of your undying love could.

Techno is a wanted individual and just by interacting with him, you’re put in danger. But being his partner doubles that danger by tenfold. His enemies will see you as his weakness and desire to use you against him. So, he takes it upon himself to train you, he knows the last thing you want to do is be the cause for his capture or untimely death. As much as Technoblade claims he never dies, if it were your life or his he would not hesitate to sacrifice himself for you. This terrifies you beyond belief of course, so you agree to let him train you. No matter if you already are somewhat skilled Techno’s paranoia surrounding your safety will always encourage him to push your skills further. Most early mornings the two of you spend together, sparring for hours until the sun is high in the sky or until you grow too exhausted to continue. Which in the early days, was often. But there comes a day when you finally best him. He doesn’t remember if he was going easy on you or was distracted by his surroundings, scanning the perimeter. He only remembers the moment you knocked him down onto his back, you look down at him panting with such a shocked expression. Techno looks up to you and holds out an arm, you take it ready to pull him back up only for him to pull you down with him. Techno holds you tight to his chest, the sun warm on both of your faces as it reflects upon the surrounding snow. Neither of you speak but you both understand what this means, you’re ready.

Techno isn’t one for grand gestures to prove his love to you. The man is dramatic, sure. But he finds himself yearning for simplicity, and you provide it. He doesn’t tell you he loves you very often, he is a man of few words, you’ve always known this so you never expected it. However, his actions scream it to you. Countless times you have mentioned small complaints about little things in your life and Techno takes them on as if the draft in your window had a personal vendetta against him. As if it had threatened your very life. You’d never seen a man fix a window frame so aggressively before. It was funnier to watch than you’d admit to him if given the chance. On one particular occasion, you mentioned his absence from the cabin, his explanation of the importance of the Syndicate and the new room Phil and himself had constructed. You understood and didn’t mention it again, not thinking anything of it but a necessary and temporary inconvenience. Only for Phil and Techno to be set up at the kitchen table when you came downstairs the next morning, the table covered in tattered books and coffee spill-stained scrolls. You were confused for a moment, spotting the Syndicate plans, codenames, etc sprawled out in Phil’s chicken scratch. Until it clicked. Hauling all of the stuff up from the Syndicate room had been a bit of a pain but the way your eyes lit up in realisation was more than enough for Techno to know it was the right choice.

This man cannot keep a secret from you. Most may think he isn’t very talkative, but you can hardly get him to shut up sometimes. Not that you’d ever want him to, eager to listen to whatever he has to say. He will always come to you when he feels he needs advice, knowing you will offer a fresh perspective that may give him the breakthrough he needs to make an informed decision. You are his rock and he never wants you to forget that. He may be more talkative with you but that doesn’t stop him from being a fantastic listener. Sometimes he can get zoned out when the voices become too much. In the beginning, you found it difficult to tell when he wasn’t able to listen, but after being around him for so long you’ve got a better knack for it. And sometimes you can’t and you keep talking, he’ll just silently press a hand to whatever part of you is easiest to reach. And that usually gets the message across. Sometimes you can pull him out of his own head, and other times you can’t. So you just sit with him in comfortable silence, usually, you’ll place your smaller hand in his and lean into him. The two of you have fallen asleep countless times like that.

However, sometimes the fact he can’t keep a secret from you leads to some comical miscommunication neither of the two of you foresaw. Phil, Techno and Ranboo had left for around a week in search of a new woodland mansion to raid, following one of Ranboo’s countless maps. Upon their return, Techno seemed visibly, off. He wasn’t being distant or getting lost in his own head, it was more as if he were actively avoiding you. Which was something very un-Techno. What made your worry increase tenfold was when you asked Phil if he had noticed any kind of difference the blonde merely shook his head. “He seems normal to me, mate.” Because there’s no way Phil didn’t notice Techno’s change in behaviour, which means they’re both hiding something from you. Knowing the two men quite well, you knew they wouldn’t break. But Ranboo would. So with your head held high, you sought out to find the boy, only to find out he was staying in Snowchester for the time being but would be returning in the morning. That night thoughts of self-doubt plagued you, wondering if it was something you had said or done that made Techno act strangely. But just as the moon was reaching its zenith, Techno came into your shared bedroom. He beckoned for you to follow him, after putting on some snow appropriate outerwear the two of you were on the back of Carl headed towards the forest’s tree line that faced the cabin. You asked Techno where you were going his only response, “It’s a surprise.” And to say your heart soared would be a slight understatement when the two of you finally reached the forest clearing. A small candlelit dinner for two inside of a dark oak gazebo. One that looked as if it had only been finished recently, the veneer on the wood still in impeccable condition as Techno led you over to it. You were truly floored by this display, stars illuminated in your bright eyes. “Phil and Ranboo helped. We brainstormed on our way back from the woodland mansion. And I, I knew I’d spill the secret the moment you asked. Sorry.” His apology and explanation are curt, much like the man himself. You hold him tight then, arms wrapped around him for as long as he’ll let you. He chuckles after a while, “C’mon, the food’s getting cold.” He pulls away after pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, pulling your chair out for you because Phil told him to. The blush you provide lets him know he should do it more often. As the two of you begin to finish your food you hear the soft strumming of a guitar and an equally soft voice to match. Floating atop one of the branches in a nearby tree, as if he were trying to sit on it, is Ghostbur. He sends a small and quick wave when you spot him before his hand drops back down to his guitar. “Wow, you really pulled out all the stops for this, huh?” You look back to Techno to find him now stood up, offering his hand to you. “For you. Anything.” You take his hand and he leads you into the middle of the gazebo with a grace you always knew he had. Ghostbur continues to serenade, the two of you dancing in your own private world until the moon was low on the horizon once again.

Whenever Techno leaves to go and fight he knows you worry about him. You do not doubt his skills but his luck is bound to run out eventually. Skill and resources only account for so much of the outcome, luck and fate determine the rest. Techno worries when he leaves to fight as well. He worries about what will happen if he ever loses. When his enemies will come for you, his past now liable to catch up with you as well as himself. He can’t have that happen. That’s why he keeps fighting, he won’t stop until he knows that if he ever falls in battle you will be safe from his enemies past or present. When Techno eventually does get back from the battle, without fail you will swear up and down that he cannot keep doing this and that next time you’re going to leave him to bleed out in the snow on the porch. You never do. But some days Techno thinks you’d be better off if you did. But those are the kind of thoughts you happily kiss away with a soft smile and a few gently spoken words. You are always the one to patch him up when he’s injured, which isn’t often but you remain swift with sutures and bandages despite that. No matter how badly he’s been injured you will always hold him so reverently, with such a gentle expression that it never fails to floor him. Most sessions in which you patch him up devolve into soft gasps and warm hands on your body to repay you for your ‘services’.

Techno knew you were different from the moment he met you. He acknowledges how stupidly cliché that is, but it’s true. The constant chatter of the voices in his head drowned out the first time he saw you, even if it was just for a moment. They stuttered and stammered, just as he did. You floored them as much as you floored him. When you were with him, they would quieten. As if they wanted to concentrate on what you were saying as much as he did. Not even Phil made the voices act in such a way. Only you. Nowadays they only bother him on certain bad days that grow more and more infrequent the longer you are in his life. You drown them out in a way nothing else in his life ever has. He doesn’t know how he can ever repay you for that but vowing to be by your side for the rest of his life seems to be a good enough start for the two of you.

The first time Techno tells you he loves you is when you’re in battle together. Techno, Phil and yourself had decided to raid a woodland mansion, something all three of you had done before with no trouble. But upon arriving, everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong. This led to the three of you becoming separated within the confines of the thick wooden walls. You were managing to keep a level head but fear was growing in the pit of your stomach. With every vindicator you took down another only seemed to replace it, leaving you tired and heaving for air. You were in good shape all things considered but you were getting tired and soon you would get careless, you needed to find Techno and Phil and get the hell out of here before things got worse. Your totem of undying tied tightly to your waist glints against the setting sun pouring through the large floor to ceiling windows as you charge past, enemies remain at your back as you plough forward heading for the set of stairs you know are here somewhere. As you spot the sacred stairs you hear a shout of pain followed by a deep snarl. You look over the stairs balcony to see Techno swarmed by a group of stubborn Vex. He looks exhausted. Bloodstains him, you’re unsure whether it’s his, the enemies, or a combination of the two. Techno fails to notice the Ravager charging towards him from behind, the axe raised high above its head. The half-piglin far too distracted by the Vex and the aiming of his crossbow at their stupid little bodies. It takes only a moment for you to vault over the second-floor railing and plummet towards the Ravager. You land on its shoulders and it stumbles, your hand shoots out to restrain its axe-wielding arm. The other hand desperately clawing at you as it grumbles and groans grow high pitched and panicked. Your legs wrap tightly around its throat until you hear a sickening pop and you fall to the ground along with the now very dead Ravager. You don’t manage to catch yourself, despite the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You let out a soft groan as a hand comes into view, Techno following it. You take his hand and he hauls you back up and onto your feet. Now that you’re closer to him you can tell that some of the blood staining his clothing is his, but you’re sure you mirror his look. He doesn’t let go of your hand now that you’re stood up and neither do you. You look up from your entwined hands to his face, he’s staring at you with an expression you can’t quite determine. “Tech-“ His lips plant firmly onto your own, swallowing your words instantly. He grips the small of your back, trying to pull you closer into him as if the two of you could fuse into one single being. When he finally pulls away to let you breathe your lungs are burning, soft gasps heaving in air. “I love you-” He mumbles the phrase repeatedly against your lips like a prayer, a mantra, only to capture your lips again before you can even respond to his confession in kind. Eventually, the two of you break apart long enough for you to be able to tell him you love him as well. You knew he loved you before that moment, but in reality, he finally realised how much he loved you. And for the first time, it didn’t scare him.

~Requests are still open! But it’s a little full so please be patient!~

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lover-of-trash-and-people · 4 years ago

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netflix shadow and bone s1 e5 pt3: peak darklina

the first kiss scene Alina is so beautiful Her little smile as she picks up his kefta after he hears him call out for Ivan to get it like ooh I'm gonna play a little trick on Alek Her making him smile with a joke that's not even funny The tentativeness of it all, them tiptoeing around each other, testing the boundaries Him being taken aback by her offering to help him put on his kefta but still wanting her to and immediately resorting to business voice asking questions about official sun summoner stuff And putting on his serious business face him trying to explain away the gloves by calling them a safeguard, not a sign of him not trusting her abilities the face he makes after saying spectacle either depicting his distaste for the showiness of the event or depicting his embarrassment at how he phrased the sentence, like what the fuck did I just say (more likely the first one) Her quickly turning around and walking away after the eye contact makes her realise how close they are and him pulling a puzzled look as she does so Just. Just how adorable the energy is. Both of them making jokes to diffuse the tension, her gripping the table to maybe steady or calm herself, the looks they give to each other as if engaged in a delicate dance; god-like Him straight up just blinking and looking down and gulping as she says 'we can offer Grisha and Ravkans hope' (could be multiple things he's thinking at this point, and all of them interest me) 'That means a lot to me, Alina.' *her turning to look at his face* 'You mean a lot...' *her immediately lowering her gaze and tracing where her mal scar used to be lmao* 'to everyone' *her raising her gaze to him again* The music swelling as she walks up to him, her barely grazing her fingers against his collar, his eyes looking across hers as if in disbelief, her looking at his lips, and then her closing the gap between them. Him being a little stiff, indubitably from being shocked, and yet giving into it almost instinctively as if he can't help it. The violin coming in powerfully yet softly to emphasize the tenderness of it all. This thing has been made with so much love and I can't contain myself about it. Him opening his eyes half a second after Alina, almost as if waking up from a dream and then, following a relaxing of his facial muscles as he clearly regains his composure, immediately looking inscrutable. Her doubting herself, not losing eye contact as he stands up from the desk, but her sudden fear, regret, and embarrassment clear on her face. Her sides of her lips slowly rising giving way his own self mirroring her and breaking into smile and composing himself and breaking into smile again before saying 'Not many people surprise me, Miss Starkov'. Her now fully breaking out into a smile, her face a picture of unguarded joy, she looks down only to have his gaze follow her face. Both of them giddy in the other's presence and the audience can feel it. It feels like he is leaning in for another one when the sound of the door opening makes them spring apart, regaining their composures and standing at a respectable distance from each other. Her poorly suppressing a smile, him looking at her visibly, her mimicking him with a glance out of her periphery, causing her to give in to her smile completely. Him looking visibly distracted as he attempts to pay attention to whoever came into the room. the Jesper of it all Jesper the mega idiot not being able to control his face from doing a thing as he realises the person who caught him where he wasn't supposed to be is the same person he was making sexy eyes at before and yet regaining his composure in record time The poor stable hand actually being interested in Jesper and being adorable with Jesper just being like charm itself Can you believe looking at Jesper Llewellyn Fahey in the flesh and having him make sexy eyes at you and then forgetting about it? Because I simply cannot. The line about light role play? Felt a little not right. GO OFF STABLE HAND WHO PUSHED JESPER AGAINST A WALL AND KISSED HIM, HE LITERALLY SAID IM POPPING OFF AND

THEN HE DID Zoya Zoya saying fuck off to the random racist comment made by one of the guests, but she was racist to Alina herself? (I mean South Asian-East Asian hate is not uncommon so idk) David omg the cutie pie adjusting his hair at the fete HEARTRENDER FUCKING HUSBANDS Fedyor insisting on Ivan eating the sweet and Ivan's solemn head shake like no babe im on a diet and Fedyor being like heart eyes please eat the sweet my love and then Fedyor holding Ivan's face to make him nibble off a corner and Ivan's face splitting into a reluctant grin Kaz the actor Seeing Kaz the actor instead of Kaz the master of trickery and plans is an interesting thing Kanej being Kanej cute banter interaction, would recommend, 10/10 hints at Arken being sus The look Kaz gives Arken when Arken leaves, I really should have known, I was simply being a clown Darkling and the dumb royalty We love the Darkling suppressing his anger at these otkazat'sya rulers dissing the grisha and the little palace Alina's entrance The soft hum that we hear when Alina enters but we don't see her face Alina's adorable peeking The Darkling's expression changing despite being done af with these mfers and instantaneously on catching a glimpse of Alina, she really has that power huh He really made it look like his pupils dilated and who knows maybe they did Him trying to call her out for not following protocol but him melting and saying 'you look lovely, by the way' Her saying 'you look like you needed saving' I can't breathe you're so cool ballroom at the little palace I must confess I expected the ballroom of the winter fete to be bigger

GENYADAVID looking at each other and pretending not to look at each other, my fucking heart Kanej being Kanej Kaz implying they're gonna try to trick the people into thinking that the fake sun summoner is real and Inej being done with his shit Alina's demonstration HER NAME IS ALINA STARKOV yes mfer The way people back away as he steps, god the power of this man Inej looking at Kaz omfg Okay him clapping the darkness into the room was cool af I love the shadow summoning effects so fucking much The first bit of light that Alina summons lighting up the gold parts of her black kefta, absolute perfection Alina just enjoying her power and then looking to Alek, his lips parting when she does Aw Fedyor looking at Ivan in a I told you she could do it way Genya and Fedyor exchanging glances as Alina besties THE CROWD SAYING SANKTA ALINA INEJ SAYING SANKTA ALINA WITH HALF A TEAR IN HER EYE DAMN THIS IS POWERFUL Jesper and Dima IMMEDIATELY TRANSITIONING TO JESPER SAYING 'SAINTS' AS A NAKED STABLE BOY GETS OFF OF HIM AGAHSJSJSJKS I CAN'T IM CACKLING AT THE AUDACITY OF THIS SHOW HOW ARE THEY SO PERFECT (his name's dima btw) Poor fucking Dima getting frightening orders from his superior as his hookup sneaks out with horses that are definitely not his Arken the little shit Ah Arken why'd you have to go and do this I was actually amused by you before the malyen factor omg Mal's here and someone saw him getting here apparat and faith? The apparat literally jumping out of the palace walls at Alina lol man I do love the religion angle of this universe and it would have been so fucking cool if it were explored a bit better ew apparat that grab was very violent mal/darkling interaction the darkling's reaction at his recognition of mal was so funny ah yes my arch nemesis, the other angle of this teen immortal love triangle how utterly delightful someone explain the darkling's 'are you alright' to mal, is it because Alina was worried sick, is it mind games, is it curiosity, what is it Im still don't know how to feel with them attaching a literal symbol to the sun summoner, to Alina's dreams and to the stag itself 'not until I see Alina' THE LOYAL HIMBO ENERGY IN THIS ONE ISTFG I have never known nose acting until I saw Ben Barnes, he uses his nose in his acting and it is absolutely wonderful; case in point, the 'i beg your pardon' to mal with the rage making his voice shake okay but why is every mal darkling interaction like, everything the prompt answer our baby mal gives and the satisfaction it brings to his face, fucking amazing the darkling being literally struck by this, his mouth literally agape, king this is a 20 year old lmao Baghra! OMG WE GOT A GLIMPSE OF BAGHRA'S FIRE YES Genya supremacy Genya beating Arken up let's fucking go Marie's plot influence and Racism? Yellowface? again? hmm bardugo (then again, I have no authority over this, I'm south asian) Ive already talked about how I'm interested in knowing if and how changing Marie's time and place of death going to influence the plot much because in the books it caused a chain reaction doing a lot of stuff Alina, my love Alina just, laughing with other Grisha, feeling at home, ah be still my treacherous heart Mal's confrontation scene with Alina that was in the books being retconned to Mal calling out to her body double, hmm, probably to make Mal more likeable, I don't have any feelings about this particularly Nadia and Fedyor Okay the both of them, smiling and walking, hand in hand, cute mlm wlw solidarity moment that I missed during the first watch Kanej interacting with Alina Why is Alina literally so adorable The music picking up as the Inferni catches sight of the 'limping man' (what? it was funny when he said it) Blue Irises Alina's face showing a certain sense of calm when Alek shows up Alina's face after the Darkling says 'for you' and presents her with blue irises is something like gasp okay you've got game sexy shadow man mal fite time omg I thought she was taking mal to talk to Baghra or smth not to kill him 🤡 aren't oprichnikis like

otkazat'sya or am I missing smth? Because Baghra's spy is obvs a fabrikator THE DESK SCENE omg the scene hath arriveth the fact that Alina can't stop smiling gods, the flirting 'I don't recall this, being part of the schedule' him turning back and saying 'it isn't' her hiding her face through the cover of smelling the flowers and just how coy she acts, like the literal eyelid batting Ma'am how embarrassing for you to have feelings rn these two are my absolute favs of all time the camera moving as they move from their spots on which they had to stand on to get the shot of their shadows almost kissing her nodding and smiling at him saying 'she'll probably be alright' like okay I'm ready for smooches kiss me already and him going 'don't you think' trying to savour this moment IM SORRY BUT THE FUCKING SCORE AT THE MOMENT THEIR LIPS MEET YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I CANNOT COPE the way his hand is so big that he can almost hold her entire face in it the way she grips the back of his head I'm sorry I feel so disrespectful saying this but the sounds they make+I think that's a um titty grab or maybe it's just a holding someone and the placement was um unintended but I doubt it because everything in this fucking show is so intentional+ the lift up onto the desk+ the faces they make+ um god I'm going to hell for this but when they sort of grind into each other (I understand this is acting and they're just good at their job) but god does all of this make my heart race and also makes me happy I guess LITERAL GIGGLES I can't I'm soft 🥺🥺🥺 his little head shake at the knock on the door when he goes in for one last kiss before she gets off the desk and her eyes going all oy you, go get the door, I'm not going anywhere don't make whoever it is wait is so adorable and domestic her just standing there mouth agape to herself when he walks away HIM STILL FLUSHED AND BLUSHING AND HIS HAPPINESS CLEAR AS DAY ON HIS FACE WHEN HE OPENS THE DOOR his gaze flits to her when Ivan says Alina was the target 'I'll be waiting' love, I physically can't anymore Little cheek hold and walk away Her little smile to herself nearly fading before he jumps back in again to her surprise and to ours to hold her face with both his hands and kiss her one last time, and yes, he does kiss like he's being drafted for the war in the morning Her little mouth open and close and then her little smile to herself after he leaves I refuse to watch the rest of the episode right now because no let me steep in the darklina bliss

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optiprisms · 5 years ago

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Since today is Klaus’ birthday, I thought that we would give him a little romantic gift for him since he really needs some love in the Black Clover community. I literally see no content for him at all, so this is for him!

This is also a gender neutral reader because I usually just write female and I need to explore a bit more when it comes to writing. It’s little mature at the end btw so read at your own risk.

Today is April 19th, which means Klaus' birthday today. Usually before he entered the Golden Dawn his family and him would have a big celebration since they were nobles and wanted to make everything look perfect with no mistakes at all. But, since he is a Magic Knight...things have taken a drastic turn.

There were no more bigass parties, no more gatherings and thousands of gifts from fellow nobles. It was kind of like a normal day but with random surprises from his teammates.

Did he mind?

No. Not really since it has been five years since he had a ‘proper’ celebration so he has adjusted to it. It’s not something to be a little baby about. He’s 20 now, so he should act like an adult as he should. Not a father.

Right now, Klaus was getting ready, putting on his uniform, and his annoying signature, blue, faux fur boots. He gets up and tries to look for anything else he might need before he gets going but, his vision is very blurry, making him lose his balance, falling to his knees.

Dammit! Where are my glasses? Don’t me I threw them around carelessly last night. He stresses out to himself, while crawling around the floor for his glasses. Klaus rarely gets himself into these types of situations since he is always careful of his stuff- especially his precious glasses. Without his glasses he is without a doubt; nothing.

Suddenly, a rhythmic knock on the door gets the blind boy’s attention, he jumps straight to his feet and takes in a deep breath, hoping that he doesn’t fall again.

He opens the door and sees the glorious site of his fellow companion. Y/N.

Y/N was always a bright, but silent one. Their moves in the battle left Klaus speechless, stunned, fascinated, amazed. Klaus always compares himself with them, always thinking about how determined they were, they were determined to save anyone, to put a smile on peoples face when they needed it. Klaus would always downgrade himself, thinking that he could never be as strong as them, thinking that it made him weak in both ways. Both physically and mentally. It was like he was in love with them, he just couldn’t help it.

“Y-Y/N...what are you doing here?” Klaus curiously stammers, looking everywhere but at Y/N, his face red, hands shaking, and face sweating like he was soaked in rain. He looked an absolute mess, and the worst part is that his eyes didn’t have the handicap they needed, so he saw double of Y/N which made him more embarrassed and flustered.

“What am I doing here? I came here to say happy birthday...obviously…” Y/N slightly chuckles at Klaus, seeing how adorable he is with his face all red like that.

Klaus feels so embarrassed right now. It’s his birthday today and he looks like it’s his last day on Earth. Right in front of his crush. Damn. That’s a shame.

“Are you okay Klaus? Your face is all red and your pupils are looking very non-existent right now…” Y/N asks, their eyebrows slightly creased with their head tilted a bit.

“I-I’m fine...I was just getting ready for today but, I lost something so I’m looking for it now…” The diamond blue haired boy scratches his head as he turns his head to face his room, seeing if he could find his glasses from his current view.

“Let me guess. Your glasses.” Y/N says as they enter Klaus’ room, already searching everywhere, looking for them. Klaus does nothing but stares at them, shaking in his boots. He doesn’t like when people get in his room, it’s one of his biggest pet peeves. But, Y/N is the only exception right now since Klaus is clearly blind and needs assistance.

“Found them.” Says Y/N, snapping Klaus out of his glance. Y/N walks up to him, puts them on his face, pushing them up with their pointer finger. Leaving Klaus standing like a frozen statue, with a red face. The only thing moving are Klaus’ shaking hands and the only sound in the room is his heartbeat, which is probably going at 500 beats per second.

“Happy birthday, Klaus.” Y/N smirks, tapping the birthday boy’s head before walking out of his room.

“One more thing.” Y/N starts again, standing at the doorway, “There will be a party for you at 9. Make sure you show up with your vision.” Y/N finishes before walking out finally.

Today was sure the day Klaus’ hormones and emotions weren’t going to have it easy.

TIMESKIP! TO 9PM

It was 9:00 and everyone was in the dining hall, waiting for the blue haired birthday boy.

He finally walks into the room. Seeing all his teammates and especially his two precious subordinates and his crush.

“Happy Birthday!” Everyone shouts. Klaus stands there shocked as everyone runs up to him, hugging him, just giving him good luck for the future, hoping that he lives long in this corrupted world.

“Now it’s time for the gifts!” Mimosa cheers as she holds something behind her back, it was a box that was filled with many stories, something that Klaus would like.

“Klaus-senpai...I’m not sure if you listen to music but...I got this for you…” Yuno says as he struggles to carry a huge vinyl towards the birthday boy. Klaus notices this and carefully takes it away from him.

“Thank you, Vice-Captain. I really appreciate it but, you should be careful. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” Klaus rambles as he looks at the music player with pure admiration.

“It’s just Yuno…” Yuno mutters to himself with his head down.

For the rest of the night, everyone just spoke to each other, ate with each other, and just enjoyed themselves. Klaus saw a box of books Mimosa gave him and stared at them in awe. His glasses sparkled in affection and excitement. Y/N would tease Klaus everytime he would get flustered or someone said something good about him. It made him feel good about himself for once.

Time passed and eventually everyone got tired and wanted to get some sleep to have their energy ready for tomorrow's regular schedule.

The dining room had only Y/N and Klaus in it once everyone else left. It was silent. Just like how it was in Klaus bedroom once Y/N found his glasses.

“Do you want me to help you carry those to your room? I can do it all in one take if you would like me to since I know you're tired.” Y/N suggests, staring at the tired 20 year old.

“Yes please…” He sighs, standing up out of his seat.

“Will do then.” Y/N says using their magic to carry all the items that everyone got Klaus. Klaus carried the last item that was left which was the vinyl that Yuno got him. Klaus was going to make sure that the vinyl would be in good hands since he knows that was expensive.

The two knights make it into his room, putting all the stuff down. Y/N stretching their body out to get rid of cramps.

“Thanks Y/N”, Klaus sighs, closing the door and locking it. “I really owe you one.” He says. As he was about to say one more thing, he stopped to realize that it was only him and Y/N in the room. His face once again blushes hoping that this doesn’t get too awkward.

“You don’t owe me anything. I have yet to give you your gift. “ They say, reaching for it in their pockets.

“But you said that the cake was my gift...what else are you going to give m-me?” Klaus shyly asks, sitting down on the bed, clenching the sheets.

Y/N brings out a book and a large CD case and passes it to the birthday boy. The book was about architecture and the CD was Hamilton. A musical that Klaus loved as a child. Y/n knew that he was very crazy about these things so they bought them for him. Klaus was going to love Y/N for this. Klaus stares at the two things in awe. His glasses filled with love.

“Thank you Y/N! I love you!” Klaus jumps up and gives Y/N a tightening hug, squishing the poor friend into his chest. While Klaus was muttering about how wonderful Y/N, was still caught up on his last sentence.

“Did you just say you love me?” Y/N smugly asks, making Klaus pull them away from his chest, seeing the scared expression on his face.

“I-I didn’t mean to say that! I was just so-” Klaus gets cut off from Y/N as they connect their lips onto his. The kiss started off slowly as they just gave each other chase kisses before Klaus accidentally slipped his into Y/N’s mouth. Y/N reacts to this by putting their arms around their neck while Klaus uses his hands to carry their thighs around his waist as he carries them to his bed.

“Really? N-now? We just started this just a few moments ago..” Y/N pants, trying to catch their breath. Their face is all red and sweaty from that kiss.

“But it’s my birthday so you don’t really get an option right now…” Klaus smirks as he all huskily as he takes off his glasses, also talking off Y/N’s robe as the rest of their shirt.

“Fuck you...Klaus…” Y/N mutters to themselves as they let the birthday boy take away the rest of their dignity.

“But isn’t that what I’m doing right now...Fucking you?” He asks, taking off his shirt.

From that. Y/N knew that they weren’t going to walk, or function tomorrow.

I’m so sorry that it seems rushed. I was hurrying up because I didn’t want it be too late when I published.

#black clover #black clover scenarios #klaus lunettes

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Reunited, volume 2, Tom Holland x reader

REUNITED MASTERLIST

Pairing: Tom holland x reader

marvelousimaginesforyou asked: Hi! Can you Write a Tom Holland Imagine where the Reader and him met when they were twelve and he was fifteen, they haven‘t seen each other since, then they come on set or meets him and the others at a Bar, and it becomes obvious that he trinke they’ve become very hot (Reader 18 Tom 21) and the Reader thinks the same about him and the other actors Tease Tom about it until he asks the reader out?

“No fucking way”, Iza screamed with a awfully high pitched voice, making it ring in my ears. I shrugged, acting unimpressed even if my heart was pounding painfully hard in my chest. “Tom holland”, Iza muttered while tapping at her computer. Her eyes followed the screen with a new founded intress. “Bitch”, Iza gasped, turning to me with a dropped jaw “This dude is famous, look here”. I couldn't hide my curiosity as i move across the room, tip toeing carefully not to slip on the shiny apartment floor. I looked passed her shoulder only to see the familiar handsome face. A famous actor, Tom holland was a famous actor. Dizzy, i sat down while rubbing my temples. Holy. Fucking. Shit.“That means he has money!”, Iza squealed and i rolled my eyes. I ignore my dirty socks as i throw them up on the wall over the couch. I hit my heels lightly against the material before i sigh “you know it's not the money. He was super sweet and it made me nostalgic”. She just snorted before throwing herself down next to me “you're in love with him aren't you”. I took a shuddered breath, a warmth spreading my chest. Was i in love with Tom holland? after just meeting him once? Love at first sight was a myth, i knew that much, but…. we have known each other for longer than that, it wasn't exactly the first time you two met. “I dont know”, i muttered while covering my face with my hands. It seemed like if i was keeping things from Iza but that wasn't really the case… I just simply.. didn't know. A vibration from my back pocket made me jump, my fiddling hands trying to grab onto the screen with clammy fingers. “Its Tom”, my voice break of nervosity as i see the little notification pop up. It was a unknown number but from the content i quickly assumed it was Tom.

Hey y/n! It was nice meeting you the other day, it's been to long. This may be a little to fast forward but maybe we could go for a coffee somebody, for the sake of old friends!

“He's totally into you”, i didn't even realize Iza was breathing over me until i felt her hot breath rise goosebump on my neck. “what?”, i swallowed hard while trying to control the adrenaline rushing at her comment “why would he”. I didn't even have to look at Iza to know she was rolling her eyes “oh come one, y/n! He's clearly into you, for the sake of old friends my ass”.

And btw, love, It's Tom

I can't help the smile shamelessly growing across my face. I heard a gasp from Iza as i look up to meet her eyes. She Pointed Her index finger right at my face “you're blushing! You're in love with him!”. Embarrassed of being caught i try to hide my burning face by looking down but i seems to only make it worse. “well”, Iza Throws her legs over my lap with ease “you have to answer him”. i gulped. She was right

Hey Tom! I'd love to go out for a coffee someday! I don't do much except being an extra so i'm mostly free!

“Oh no”, Iza looked up at me with a “are you kidding me face”. She took the phone away from me, even if i complained. “I don't do much except…. girl? Why did you tell him that? Now it seems like you don't have a real job”. I furrowed my eyebrows “but…. i don't have a real job”. Once again she gave me the face before scrolling down my phone “but he doesn't need to know that, it just a bit to much information on the first text that's all”. I let out a little “oh no” myself. He would think i'm desperate and weird and….. Pling. New notification

well, i would gladly like to take up that free time, does thursday sound okay?

“He asked me if i was free thursday”, i mumbled before repeating it louder. Iza clapped my back “way to go girl, me, your fairy godmother, is no longer needed”. I roll my eyes as i slap her playfully “who says you was ever needed”. She pretended to look offended as she turned on the television “okay, but i won't be coming over dusting your cheeks in fairydust when he gonna eat that ass like groceries”. My jaw dropped, a blush settling as I yelped “Iza?!”. She chuckled, satisfied at my reaction.

Thursday sounds great! Where should we meet?

I waited agonized for his reply as i kept catching myself biting my fingernails. I read the message over and over again, checking for grammar mistakes. 30 second passed, 40 second passed, 1 minute passed and…. pling

How about this, love, Maybe you can meet me on Set, so can i show you around. There is also a really nice coffee shop near my trailer we can go to.

He wanted me to meet him on set. On freaking set. Of course there was warning bills ringing in the back of my mind. “He's a show off, cocky even. He just wants to prove he has money, knows famous people and has a own trailer”.

Bloody hell, that came out super cocky.I just want to start spending time with you as fast as i'm off camera.

I knew he wasn't a show off. After all, he wasn't when you were younger now was he? He seemed to have succeed and made a place for himself… I just hoped he was humble about it.

That's, no joke, the nicest thing someone has ever told me!

I want to seem chilled, a little laid back, down to earth. I want to sound like this conversation wasn't making my heart beat the way it was.

Well then, expect me to tell you even more nice things in the future.

Was he flirting…. I sure hope he was. He said future, which means he expect you to keep seeing eachother again. He was practically expecting a second date. Wait, was this a date? No,nononono, This was just two old friends meeting up, right?

Well then, you might just be my knight in shining armor…

Flirting isn't exactly your specialty, but in your own opinion? You did pretty good. Proud of yourself you decide to let a confident smirk fall on top of your lips.

Well i'm honored to be a knight for someone like you, princess

The smile grew together with my familiar blush. This was going to be fun.

It was thursday… Yes that's right, thursday as in “the day i meet my childhood friend who got by the way super hot and rich and ripped”. Yep, that thursday. It was really hot outside, the way new york could get. The second i opened my eyes in my small apartment dorm, a few hair string was glued over my sweaty forehead. The duvet was damp and the sun, that peeked through the curtains was burning over my naked legs. Exhausted i sit up, trying to wake up my hair by ruffling it. It was seven hours until Tom quit filming. It was seven hours until i was going to met him again. Everything had to be perfect. The outfit had to be perfect. The makeup had to be perfect. I blew out a nervous breath as i got up on weak tired legs. I just had to wait 7 hours i guess.I walked up to the familiar building. It was two day since i was here the last time, since i was an extra… but now for completely different reasons. My spaghetti strapped yello dressed flew around in the wind and i was worried i would accidently flash my underwear. I hummed under my breath as i flung up the door. My eyes went back to the screen in my hand, wandering over the message Tom sent.Il meet you at the entry, okay?, loveAt this point i was so nervous i could barely breath. My legs felt like jelly under me as i supported myself against the closet wall. This little friendly meeting could either go really well or to hell and back. I was probably going to say something stupid, act like a complete idiot. It was one minute over 3. There was not as many people here as it was two days ago but i still just wanted to get out of here. I hated how many bodies was moving around me, giving me an extra look. I probably looked lost, standing there leaned next to the double door with nervous flickering eyes. This was a mistake… I should have stayed at home.

“Y/n”, all my previous thought was gone with the wind when i heard Toms voice. He was sprinting over, in a way reminding me of a child hearing the ice cream truck. He stopped in front of me, wiping his hands on his baby blue jeans. “hey”, i said breathless, taking in his handsome posture. He had a black t-shirt on that said in white letters “I'm not saying i'm spider-man, but nobody has ever seen me and spider-man in a room together. It hugged his muscles shamelessly just like his pants did. he looked different without his suit, less like an adorable boy and more like a 21-your old man.

“I like your shirt”, i mumbled carefully, making sure my voice didn't crack. He looked down his boys like he forgot which shirt he was wearing then looked up with a light blush growing. I made Tom holland blush. “I like your dress”, the thick british accent stilled surprised me even if i'm from England myself. Iv been in America for to long. I mimicked his earlier actions, looking down my dress before blushing. “So”, his arms suddenly wraps around my naked shoulders “i just have to have a little chat with the directors then its off to the cafe”. I nodded, trying not to shiver at the contact of his light aired strong arm thrown around me. He lead me from the crowd to another building, as he told me about he got the spider-man part. “It was actually quite odd”, he laughed for himself “they made me do a lot of weird things like pretending to be a dog’”. I chuckled, looking up at his face practically shining in the sun.

A lock escaped the prison of the thing layer of hair gel to fall down his face. Before i could really think about it I reach up to gently stroke the lock back to his ear. His eyes snap to mine as his pupils dilate. We are suddenly really close to each other, close enough for me to smell his breath dipped in peppermint. His lips looked really inviting, i couldn't lie. I really wanted to kiss him. Then he broke the spell as his eyes turned away from me. I let out the breath i didn't know i was holding. I almost freaking kissed Tom. I had to get my act together. But his arm is still around me, if not tighter, as we enter a new room. There's couches, two coffee tables and out washed yellow drapes next to the windows. There was two older men slumped down with their phones in the couch. One of them had blonde prince charming hair slicked over his head and a full grown darker beard covering his cheeks. He was dressed in….

”Captain america”, i say out loud, making both men look up at me. Fuck. Chris Evans eyes turn up at me. “Well i usually go after Chris”, he smiled, showing of a bright pair of teeth “Evans, Chris Evans “. I can't help but to blush out of embarrassment but still can't press away the smile threatening. “Y/l/n, y/n y/l/n”, I said with a dark voice, trying to sound like James bond only to fail miserly. But the guy seemed to still catch the reference as he point over to Tom “i like her”. The other guy had a well trimmed beard, a pair of colored glasses at the end of his nose tip and a great amount of hair for his age. He put out his vein popped hand pampered with two gold rings at me “Robert downey Jr, but you can call me Rob, dear”. I grab his hand, and pray to god its not sweaty. “That's a strong handshake you got there”, he shook it back one more time before dropping it. “Probably not stronger than Iron man”, i meant to whisper it but instead i say it in a perfectly hearebl tone. He don't mind, instead his eyes glimmering in a childish way. “Love”, Tom grab my attention by tapping my shoulder “I'm just going to talk to the directors for a minute, okay?”. I nodded, slightly disappointed when he let go off my shoulder. When Tom is gone, i consider just standing up or actually sitting down. I decide to sit down, hoping it might make the situation less awkward.

Chris puts down his phone in his lap “how do you know Tom”. I pull down my dress further down my thigh “Childhood friends, but we lost contact until i met him again as an extra on set”. Robert and Cris shares a look before Rob gives me a big honest smile “Oh, you're the infamous childhood friend? he wouldn't stop talking about you yesterday”. Chris nodded along Robs comment before impersonating Toms british accent “you should have seen her guys, she had her hair kinda up like this… and she just grabbed my mask and said my name, and oh she was super beautiful, i asked for her number! Cool right”. I bet my face is flushed red in a swollen blush as my mind repeats the compliment Chris said. Did Tom talk about me? Did Tom call me beautiful? “Oh”, i muttered but a smile still grow over my face “i get why you're an actor, that was a totally perfect impression of Tom”. Chris looks proud, his entire posture giving off a cocky vibe. “Come on”, Rob was leaning further into the conversation with rolling eyes “i can do a better one. Both me and Chris lean back, watching Rob go into character. “Guys”, his english accent is actually not all bad “y/n is…. i can't even describe her, she's bloody brilliant. We hugged, and her hair smelled like strawberry shampoo and she told me i smelled like nanas cookies…. and i love her so much!”. Rob joined Chris laugh but i was to gone to laugh. Did tom actually say that? I thought my blush was bad before but now it was lighting up the entire room. “Chris”, I had to change the subject before i would spill out about my crush on Tom “I'm sorry but Rob’s impression was better than yours”. Chris turned to me, pretending to look offended “What?! Oh, y/n, you were one of my favorites, you know”. I smile at his sarcasm and roll my eyes mostly for show.

Our conversation is interrupted by Tom entering the room again “Are you ready, love”. I nodded as i gave one last time to both of the men. “oh holland”, Rob opened a coca cola can i didn’t even notice he was holding “we were just telling Y/n about how you fangirled about her yesterday”. Tom look alike he is about to shrink through the floor in that moment. His hand reach up to rub his neck nervously. “Lets go”, i mumbles before getting on my tip toes. All the things Tom said about me rushed through my head. I angle my head slightly to the side as i leave a soft friendly peck at the side of Toms face. It was a bold move, a really bold move actually. But Tom was practicly shining out of proudness as he gave the men in front of us almost a “i told you so” look. His arm was back around my shoulder as he nodded to men before us “Gentlemen, now if you excuse me i have a date to attend”.

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