#but he is the one who is most likely to stay on task

[deathbxnny]

Hi I just wanted to say I loved the arcane adhd headcannons u wrote, the viktor one made me cry bc I want to be seen like that sooo bad. Do u think u could do some more characters? No pressure tho ur an amazing writer

Arcane characters with an S/o who has ADHD. | Caitlyn, Jinx, Ekko x Gn!Reader

(Previous part)

Aww, I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed the last part, anon! I hope this is to your liking as well!<33

Content: Fluff, ADHD, established romantic relationships, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》CAITLYN

She noticed from the start that you were a little different from everyone else. Not that she necessarily cared much about it. You were still you after all, and your diagnosis is just a part of you she considers endearing.

With that said, Caitlyn always listens to your needs very closely and does everything in her power to help you out with them. She'll get you anything you ask for in hopes of making life easier for you. Whether it's medical help or just something to help with your fidgeting in general, you'll have it in no time with her.

Cait can, therefore, come off as kind of overbearing or overprotective at first. She wants you to lead a smooth and successful life, so she'll always be around to make any task doable for you. Procrastination does not exist when she's there, to say the least.

Her patience is an important part of your relationship that's practically invaluable. Your fidgety and unfocused nature took a moment for her to get used to, but she never makes a big deal out of it. Instead, she simply adapts to your needs and learns to cherish them as well.

》JINX

Probably the most understanding out of everyone, albeit in the most chaotic way possible. You two are a rather troubling duo, as she herself isn't in the best position to help you out properly. Her ideas are always outlandish yet somehow still work out in the end anyways, which is rather impressive.

You're both very fidgety, but she makes up for it with her hyper awareness. Procrastination is never a thing with her, considering how focused she always is on every project she has and so it becomes somewhat of a normal thing for you to simply work in the same space together, even if it's with just music playing in the background in-between you two.

She's the last person to ever treat you any differently for your diagnosis and doesn't ever let you feel bad for it either. You accept her, and she accepts you. Anyone that tries shaming you for it is as good as dead anyway.

You two learn how to take care of each other better than anyone else ever could. Jinx may not be able to help you out like a professional doctor could, but she'll do anything to help you out no matter what forever.

》EKKO

He doesn't entirely get it at first, mainly as he was always surrounded by people who were rather unique in their own way. But as always with anything, he still does his best to learn everything he needs to about your diagnosis and how he can help you with the resources he has. Which aren't many, but his creativity truly shines at times when it comes to you.

You're not treated any differently from everyone else, and he sure as hell doesn't allow anyone to do that either. You are normal, just with more needs that he tends to carefully. So whether it's your inability to focus well or stay still for a long time, he'll find a way to make things easier. He understands your procrastination and doesn't really push you to do things unless it's very important. But he'll work with you on any projects or missions you may have.

His patience is endless for you and his kindness even more so. He understands if you feel frustrated sometimes and tries his best to soothe you when your emotions are a little harder to process. He'll let you fidget and be yourself as much as you want to, never the type to stop you. You should be yourself around him, and he appreciates how vulnerable you are with that.

Ekko loves you no matter how hard things can get with your diagnosis. He takes every challenge on with ease and never judges you for it either.

[vivwritesfics]

Silly ask, Lucius finding his partner adorable while doing the most mundane tasks

"Can you leave my chickens alone, please?"

Hanno looked up at you, a grin on his face. Moving away from your chickens, he pulled you into his arms and kissed your neck. "Is this better?" He asked between kisses, making his way towards your mouth.

Your hands came to hold his cheeks. "Much," you answered, your thumbs moving over his cheeks.

He held his hand over your own and kissed your palm, his facial hair scratching at your skin. You loved it, though. Loved the feel of it everywhere.

Against your shoulder, when he held you from behind and kissed your skin. Against your wrist as you bathed together, kissing along your arm. Against you ankle as he kissed down your leg, climbing between your thighs.

"One day I will marry you," he said and leaned in to kiss you. He towered over you, broad shoulders and thick muscles. You couldn't get enough of it, enough of him. He rested his forehead against your own, fingers moving through your hair.

Your response was to kiss him again. You wanted to marry him as much as he wanted to marry you. The problem was your father. He was the one that hated Hanno, the one who wanted him to stay away from you.

Your moments were stolen. The two of you, hidden away as you kissed each other. Getting wrapped up in each other while your father was away, selling the goods you had.

One day you would marry him. You couldn't see your life going in any other direction. Hanno was your everything. Your light in the darkness. Sometimes it felt like your life hadn't really begun until you met him (intense, I know).

He stood back and let you work, watching. There had been several times before where he had tried to help you to work, only to be shooed away and placated with a kiss.

And then the Romans landed.

[aayakashii]

Finally managed to finish this fic 🧘🏻‍♀️ this one is for the members of Haku Gfs Club™️ @ghoulspaw @kusanagihaku and @pinkaditty

I just gave it a read so it's not properly edited – I apologize if there are too many mistakes in it ;-; I'm not super satisfied with this one, but I hope you guys like it <3 Also, it's a standalone, so there will be no continuation!

The title comes from a Florence+ The Machine song, Addicted to Love.

might as well face it

You never really knew why Haku didn't frequent Rui's bar. And honestly, you never thought of asking either. Among the thousands of secrets every ghoul always kept from you, that one seemed innocuous enough for you to ignore.

So, when Rui called you at 3am on a weekday, you would never guess he would ask you to escort Haku back to Hotarubi.

“Sorry, doll, you're the only one I can ask to help me with this.” Rui's voice sounded sincerely apologetic. “There's no one else here in the bar, I promised Lyca I'd help him with his homework – and you know how he gets when he's expecting something – and Subaru isn't answering his phone.”

You shrugged, as you changed out of your pajamas.

“I mean, it IS late at night and he’s way more responsible than us. But what happened to him?”

“Oh, you know.” You imagined Rui waving his hand dismissively. “Hakucchi can't hold his liquor very well. He's wasted.”

You pursed your lips, trying hard not to laugh. The thought of the most nonchalant and aloof man you knew tripping on his own feet amused you more than it probably should.

“And why can't he stay in one of the rooms like Haru does sometimes?”

Rui sighed loudly.

“He's adamant on going back to Hotarubi. I'm trying to keep him here for a little longer because I'm worried about him just crashing and sleeping in the middle of Obscuary's woods. Who knows, he could legit die on his way back.”

It was your turn to sigh loudly. A dull headache was slowly forming in the back of your head.

“Okay… I'm going.” You grumbled as you made your way outside of your dorm and into the chilly night. “He's lucky I wasn't asleep yet.”

“Thank you, cutie, I owe you one and Haku will owe you his life~” Rui made a sharp kissing sound on his end of the line, quickly hanging up before you could have any change of heart.

And after a hurried walk towards Obscuary and sincere apologies from Rui, you ended up trudging through the campus with a very much inebriated, heavy, limp-bodied Haku leaning on your shoulder – his sultry voice murmuring nonsensical things in your ear as you suppressed a shiver from going down your spine.

His breath smelled like one of Rui's sweet, sparkly drinks – the ones you drank when you didn't want to wake up the next day with a mean hangover.

Haku really was extremely lightweight, it seemed.

“You smell so good” Haku murmured, nuzzling your head as he leaned all his weight onto your body, feet dragging clumsily on the ground.

Not only were you struggling not to trip and fall headfirst onto the asphalt, bringing a grown man down with you; said grown man made the task all the more difficult as he kept on shamelessly flirting with you.

“Haku, please, can't you help me a little bit here? Try to walk a bit too, come on.” You grunted, pushing him away from you, only to have him throw his arms around your shoulders once more.

“But it feels so good like this.” He murmured way too close to your ear and you gritted your teeth, shutting your eyes tightly in order to keep your thoughts from going to places you really didn't want to visit.

Haku's breathy, silky voice had always been your worst and weakest point. Sometimes you wondered if he knew it, consciously or not. If he did, it would definitely explain how he always sounded just a little bit more husky, just a little bit more sultry whenever you two were alone.

“I can't carry you properly like this, though?! Look, we're already at Hotarubi. Try to walk just a little bit longer, please?” You huffed and puffed, the exertion and the warmth of his body overpowering the cold night and causing you to break a sweat.

“Hmm…” he hummed before rubbing his cheek against your hair, then sighed. “Okay… but just because it's you who's asking.”

Haku straightened his back as much as he could, slinging just one arm around your shoulder, and stumbled inside his dorm. You finally managed to breathe properly, relieved of all the dead weight he had been putting on your shoulder.

Still, you navigated through Hotarubi's slippery corridors quite poorly as Haku's head hung low and he blinked slowly, fading in and out of a drunken sleep while you dragged him to his room.

Once inside, you watched with an amused and exasperated look as Haku stumbled towards his futon, letting himself fall heavily onto it, face down, with a loud groan of someone who subconsciously knew he'd very much regret his choice to drink afterwards.

You wiped the sweat off of your forehead while you walked towards him.

“Sit up just a little bit. You can't sleep with your uniform like this.”

He shuffled on his bed, slowly propping himself on his elbows.

“Trying to get me out of my clothes, are you, Honor Student? How bold you are. Thought you'd ask me out for dinner first.” He murmured with a smirk and half-lidded eyes.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose and pushing all of your confusing emotions away. You would not deal with your feelings right then and there. Not when Haku was so obviously out of his mind.

“You can't sleep with your blazer otherwise you'll wrinkle it. Unless you're a Frostheim bourgeois who has a whole collection of these expensive ass blazers. If not, you need to take it off.” you said, exasperated. You held out your hand, motioning for him to give you his clothes.

He raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly, as if you had said something incredibly wise. You very much knew how expensive those blazers were after seeing how careful Kaito was with his. You wouldn’t let Haku just ruin his uniform.

He clumsily took off his blazer and handed it to you.

“You know, rumor has it that I might have been, in fact, a Frostheim bourgeois.”

You were trying so very hard not to notice the scent of sandalwood that clung in his blazer as you hung it on a nearby chair, that you almost didn't pay attention to the little gem of information he seemed to be offering to you. Almost.

“Well... Were you?” you asked with one eyebrow raised.

He grinned mischievously, putting a finger on his lips and shushing loudly. You rolled your eyes at his drunken antics as you scooted closer to help him out of his vest and tie.

“Sit properly so I can help you out of this vest and necktie.”

He pouted, rolling his head back. The sharp pops of his neck made him grimace.

“I think… That you’re enjoying undressing me.” he smirked as his head hung to the side. “You can always do this, you know, you just have to ask.”

You fidgeted in your position and pressed the heels of your hands on your eyes. You rubbed your face, trying hard to erase the tingling feeling on your cheeks and ignore his unabashed flirting.

‘He’s drunk. He’s just fucking drunk’ you chanted in your mind and took a deep breath.

“I’m just trying to help you not ruin the most expensive parts of your uniform, you dumbass.” you muttered, avoiding eye contact.

Haku threw his head to the other side, placing a hand over his heart as if you had just physically hurt him.

“Oh, how cold, Honor Student.” he sighed, head still limp as if he couldn’t hold it upright, but began to shuffle in place as he sat properly on his futon.

You held your breath while you opened his vest as fast as you possibly could, ignoring the heaviness of his gaze. He blinked lazily, eyes scanning your face and your hands as you fiddled with his buttons and then moved to loosen his tie.

You tried not to notice how he licked his lips when you pushed the vest out of his shoulders, but the gooseflesh that pricked your skin was proof that you failed.

“Hey.” He called out to you, voice hoarse and low - the type of voice you had always imagined he would have during early mornings, right after waking up, when his golden eyes would still be glossy with sleepiness.

You shook your head, pushing the thought away, and got up to place his vest and tie on the chair, right on top of his blazer.

“Yes?” you asked, straightening imaginary wrinkles on his clothes only to avoid his eyes.

Haku paused for a moment, as if waiting for you to turn around to look at him. When you didn’t, he took a deep breath and leaned back on his elbows once again.

“I'm so in love with you.” He murmured with a lazy smile on his face and his eyes closed, as if he had just told you the most obvious thing in the world.

You closed your eyes as your breath hitched and your hands curled into fists, gripping the fabric of his uniform tightly and undoing all your efforts of keeping it pristine and straightened.

Despite yourself, you felt a giddiness bubble inside your stomach. You wondered how many nights you’ve spent imagining scenarios in which he would say that exact thing.

Scenarios in which you actually deserved him saying such things while sober and not an overly-affectionate drunk.

You were quiet when you kneeled besides his feet to untie his laces and take off his shoes and socks.

“You hear? I'm in love with you.” He repeated as he nudged you with his knee, opening his eyes for a moment to check if you were actually paying attention. You gritted your teeth, jaw visibly flexing.

“Huh. Is that so.” You answered, bitter and cold, but your dismissal seemed to have gone over his head as he closed his eyes and sighed with a dreamy look on his face.

“Yeah. I love you. So much.”

You shot up to your feet, as if his words shocked you like an electric current, and walked towards his desk to grab his water bottle. You placed it right beside him with a heavy, tired sigh. You really didn't need that at that moment.

“Do you have paracetamol so you can take it if you need it during the morning?”

Haku furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, nose scrunching in a way that he never did while sober. You cursed yourself for thinking he looked adorable.

“Aren't you gonna say anything?” He asked.

“About?”

“I love you.”

You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the leaps of your heart whenever he said those words.

“You're drunk, Haku.” You breathed out, looking at him with exasperation in your voice.

“And…?”

“You're spewing nonsense.” You muttered, dusting yourself off only to avoid his gaze and to keep your hands occupied. “Go to sleep and you'll feel better tomorrow.”

“You don't believe me?” Haku widened his eyes, a tinge of hurt audible in his honeyed voice.

“The alcohol is making you say things you don't mean. Go to sleep.”

“You don't believe me.” Hurt quickly changed to incredulity.

“Good night, Haku. If you need anything, you can send me a message.”

“No, wa-wait.”

Haku quickly tried to get on his feet, but the dizziness still clouded his movements and he ended up tripping, falling on his knees. You gasped and kneeled beside him, eyes trained on his knees that had hit the tatami floor with an uncomfortable thud.

“Are you okay?” You asked, hand hovering over his back.

Haku slowly turned his head towards you. His golden slitted eyes glinted with something you couldn't quite understand.

“Why don't you believe me?” He murmured.

You opened your mouth, then closed it – no words made their way out of your lips.

God fucking dammit.

How could you even begin to explain to him all the reasons why you couldn't believe in him – but mostly how you couldn't believe in yourself – no matter how much you wanted to?

“Do you think I would lie about something like that?” He narrowed his eyes, looking at you as if you had broken his heart.

“I don't.” You found your voice after long, uncomfortable seconds. “I just think you're letting the alcohol make you believe things that aren't true.”

He shook his head vigorously and you couldn't help but think that it probably made his dizziness a lot worse.

“I wouldn't let some alcohol make me confess my love for anyone else.” he grasped your hand with a lot more force than you were expecting him to have. You tried to pull it away, but his grip was that of steel.

“Please… go to sleep.” you felt your throat tightening and a pressure behind your eyes.

“I've thought of you every single moment of my days ever since I saw you. You don't get to dictate how I feel just because you don't feel the same way as I do.” his brows furrowed again, sudden aggravation taking up his features.

You almost gasped. Haku never got angry at you, not even when you were a lot to handle, nor when you made his life a bit harder. What an irony it was that the first time would be while he was confessing.

“That's not what this is about.” you shook your head.

“Then what is it?”

You felt your bottom lip quiver slightly. You quickly bit it hard, in order to keep your emotions at bay, ducking your hand down and shutting your eyes tightly.

You briefly regretted taking Rui's call. Opening the can of worms that was your feelings for Haku was probably one of the last things you wanted to do late at night, in the middle of the week. You had spent too much time closing that can very tightly, vacuum sealing it and stashing it in the depths of your mind, only to have all your effort ruined in mere minutes.

Haku placed his other hand on your cheek, gently tilting your head back up. You kept your eyes shut.

“It's okay if you don't love me.” He murmured, the same tinge of sorrowful acceptance in his voice as the one you usually heard when he talked about his family. “It won't change how I feel. I just want to know from your mouth.”

“Haku…” your eyelids fluttered.

“Just say you don't like me. Look me in the eyes and say it. And I promise I'll leave you be.”

You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze. His pupils were blown out and you could barely make out the golden ring of his irises. He looked at you with an adoration that could genuinely make you sick.

“I can't.” you whispered and leaned into his touch.

“Then-”

“I can't just doom you, Haku. I can't take you down with me. You can find someone better, someone who deserves you. Someone who isn't cursed.” you blurted out, the words flowing freely from your lips now that the dam had been broken.

“Don't say that.”

“But it's true. I would… I would love to let you love me.” At that, his eyes opened wide and you could almost see hope forming deep inside them. “But I can't, in good conscience.”

Haku leaned in, resting his forehead against yours.

“Why?”

“It would be selfish of me. What if I die from my curse? You'd be hurt.” You gulped, shaking your head and backing away from him. “And worse, what if I hurt you if I become a monster?”

His hand, still gripping yours tightly, pulled you back close to him. His eyes were wide, wild, searching yours.

“And why would any of this matter?”

You blinked, confused.

“What?”

Haku scoffed, as if you were being absolutely stupid. As if you were the drunk one.

“I already love you. I don't need your permission to feel my feelings. Even if you kept me at arm's length, it wouldn't change how I feel.”

You were quiet as he grabbed your other hand and held both of them tightly against his chest. You could feel the loud and fast thump of his heart against your skin.

“And if you let me, we can look for a solution together. Worst case scenario, we'd be together for less time than I wished for. But any time with you would already be perfect.” He rested his forehead against yours once again. “Even if it was just a second.”

God. Zenji was right when he said Haku was a charmer. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“I wouldn't say this kind of thing to just anyone, though. Not sober, nor drunk. I can only say it to you.” he added, finally.

Your shuddering breath was the only sound between the two of you as you allowed his words to sink into your brain.

Deep down, you knew your hesitancy was never because of his drunken state, although it still kept you on your toes. As much as you were aware that your fears were the main source of your insecurity, a small part of you was still terribly afraid of him forgetting it all in the morning.

You felt his breath get heavier and deeper for a few seconds before Haku hurriedly shuffled onto his feet and stumbled fast towards the balcony of his room, which hovered just a few inches over Hotarubi's lake. You winced when you heard the muffled sounds of him throwing up.

After a few minutes, he dragged his feet back to his room, looking ashamed and terribly disheveled.

“Are you okay?” You asked, handing him his water bottle.

“I'm sorry.” He said, voice raspy after the strain. He took long, big gulps of water before sighing loudly.

“It's okay.” You chuckled, leading him towards his futon. “Go lie down and sleep. Please?”

Haku eyed you with utter indignation.

“We will continue our conversation tomorrow.” he stated, seriously, but finally relenting to your request. You nodded, sighing.

“Yes, yes, we will. Now go lie down, okay?” You pushed him gently, helping him as he tried to get on top of his bed.

“And I will repeat every word I said to you in the morning when I'm completely sober just so you can't say I'm lying.” He continued while you fluffed his pillow and helped him get under his covers.

“Even if I have a huge headache and feel like shit, I will repeat everything.” He muttered, eyes quickly getting heavy as you finished tucking him neatly into his bed.

You couldn't help but smile as his eyes so quickly grew heavy with sleep, while still mumbling incoherent things.

“Good night, Haku” you whispered.

Between long, heavy blinks, he turned his head towards you.

“I love you.” He whispered one last time, before finally letting sleep wash over his body.

Your heart twisted inside your chest – a mix of fear, apprehension and excitement bubbling in your chest and your stomach, that could make you scream. Instead, you watched as his breathing got deep and even, before gently pushing his hair away from his forehead.

You leaned in, placing a faint kiss on his forehead, inhaling the comforting scent of incense that followed him wherever he went.

Against his skin, you confessed.

“I love you too.”

[t-horn-n]

— waterstrider

pairing: simon “ghost” riley x reader (female) 

genre: fluff ?

summary: watching you and ghost become you and ghost.

word count: 1 158

There is a certain inconsistency with you that Ghost is able to sense but not quite place when you first join the task force.  You’re the sort that wears her heart upon her sleeve.  You like to fill the room with your jokes and anecdotes and quips.  You spill your guts to the point that Ghost knows more about you and your idiot brother and how your parents have just retired) in the first six months following your arrival than he knew about the Captain in the first three years of knowing him.  On the internet, they would call you one of those people who can’t be mysterious because you yap too much.

Still, there is something that sets you apart from just any old civi.  And it is not simply that you’re good at staying calm in stressful situations, nor that you’re not half bad at military strategy.  Rather, it’s that you’ve compartmentalised yourself into the part that you offer to people (your brother, your parents’ retirement) and the part that you keep tucked into your chest, hidden beneath your ribs.  It’s an illusion, you see, that sense of complete transparency that you project.  

It was years ago, now.   When the scent of high school still clung to you and you were marginally more stupid than you are now.�� You got yourself ensnared with the wrong, mean, borderline sociopathic sort of people so quickly that it was a real life example of the snowball effect.  Initially, it was just one time you brushed off your last period class to go around town with these guys you met at the convenience store to get back at your brother who, at the time, had a habit of being overprotective.  

Long story short, the whole situation ended with fingerprints around your neck and your head held down in the river behind the grocery mart that everyone was sure was a mafia front.  You remember being hauled out of that river with astonishing accuracy.  You remember the temperature of the water and the exact thoughts that raced through your mind.

Of course, over the years you recovered, squeezed the silty water from your lungs and learned some common sense.  But events like that are somewhat sticky.  

One of your motivations to join the military was to find the self-confidence to never feel like you did coughing up water and dirt, after all.  

You were wary—cat-like—when you first joined Ghost and the rest of the 141, but that’s just how it is in the military most of the time.  And after a few weeks you were bantering with them like you had known them for years.  Truly, it seemed as though you were the most normal one out of them.

What they don’t know is that you don’t like showers.  Or at least, you don’t like the sensation of the water beating on your face.  It feels like you’ll just forget how to breathe and the water will fill your lungs again.  So instead you’ll stand at the edge of the shower, wetting a soapy washcloth every evening after training.  

You’ll never go swimming, of course.   You won’t take the chance.  Even when you can see the bottom, an irrational, bone-deep paralysis traps you in this space where your thoughts are very loud and your body feels very far away.  It’s fine, though.   There isn't a great deal of demand for aquatic soldiers.  

You don’t like sleeping under a lot of covers either, but you’re a cold sleeper and you don’t have control over the temperature on base, so you layer hoodie over hoodie at night.  Inevitably, you look like a mass of sentient fabric if you ever  encounter one of your  peers in the kitchen late at night.  

Talking is how your little dance with Ghost started, though, late night encounters aside.  Sometimes, you would open with a joke on the way back to base from the training grounds and he would reply with his own and you would both feel a special sense of connection that is a little different than that most often found in  military task forces.  It wasn’t brotherhood, like what linked Ghost to Soap and Price and Gaz.  

On other occasions, you all would be at a bar on the weekend, making the cheap beer taste better with each other’s company.  You and Ghost would be perched on your barstools and he would be telling you about some stunt Soap pulled years ago while the other three men kept each other entertained.  You two would still be there after Price, Soap, and Gaz sobered up in the late night air on the way to the bus stop that took them back to the base.  You would blink and then it was midnight and you were on the bus with all of the other witching hour vagrants that got on after spending too much time staring at the bottom of a glass, but you wouldn’t even see them because you were too busy listening to Simon and his wonderfully deep, tired voice.  You would be pressed shoulder to shoulder, each staring at your feet or your hands.  

There are very special times, too.  The kind that you will remember the sensation of—the moment’s taste, its colors, its imprint on your mind—even after you’ve forgotten the time and place and the words said.  Like when Ghost becomes Simon.  Like when he tells you about his mother and the man she was married to.  Like when he presses his lips to your neck and instead of feeling cold and wet and gross like you expect it to, he just sighs, warmly, in a way that makes you feel like you’ve been filled with helium.

Then, when that dance you were doing becomes more confident, when you start pulling and twisting each other about the dance floor rather than just hoping you’ll brush the other’s hand as you glide aimlessly around, those compartments that you have successfully preserved for the last decade shift, somewhat.  They don’t break, by any means.  Simply, they are rearranged.

Simon runs hot.  Especially when he sleeps, which means that when he crashes in your quarters you de-layer and tuck your cold feet between his calves.  Simon is also a big man, though.  So when he rolls over on to your chest in the middle of the night, you are startled awake.  You remember the pressure as the air in your lungs was replaced by something denser.  While he sleeps—deeply, as he always does in your quarters—you stare at the ceiling, watching the fuzzy darkness undulate over and around itself.

Eventually, you will tell him why you can’t tolerate your face being covered while you sleep.  You’ll divulge the contents of your nightmares.  Someday, his past and yours will be murmured into existence whether on a late-night bus back from town or in his bathroom as you brush your teeth together on some random Thursday night.

— m. list

[missaengg]

An Ikevil Secret Santa

Day 2 of Ikemen Advent: Secret Santa Made for Ikemen Advent hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and @candied-boys Featuring: All the Ikevil Men & GN!reader Tags: crack fic, humor Word Count: 1538

Huffing, you stood at the head of the impressive dining table, nine pairs of eyes staring back at you. You were sweaty and out of breath, but it didn’t matter because you felt a sense of immense pride at your most recent accomplishment – gathering the nine members of Crown into one room, a difficult, if not grueling task.

It had taken you an hour… an hour… to gather the nine men into one dining room.

It had required bribery – unlimited rounds of ale the next time you visit the pub with Roger, negotiating a week’s worth of being worked to the bone by Jude, and a giant glass of strawberry milk for Harrison.

It had required fending off seductive teasing – Alfons and his inappropriate suggestions on what the two of you should be doing instead on the table, though thankfully, he dragged Elbert into the dining room with him.

It had required shameless begging – pleading with Ellis and Liam in your quest to get all the members to stay in the room once you got them there.

The only two members who came and stayed willingly while genuinely anticipating what you had to say were Victor and William.

But you did it, and here they were… seated and waiting with pots of tea – now likely cold — placed along the table length before them.

“Thank you for meeting,” you greeted them, wiping the sweat off your brow and clapping your hands together. “With Christmas coming up, I have a proposal–”

“A ten way romp?” Alfons languidly interrupted. “Naughty girl.”

Roger snorted, and you felt your eye twitch, but you settled on glaring at the raven-haired scoundrel instead. “No,” you responded stiffly. “I was thinking we could–”

“Sounds like a waste of my time,” Jude grumbled.

Your eye twitch intensified. “You haven’t even heard what I’m about to say.”

“Don’t need to,” Jude quipped. “Comin’ from a silly lil birdie like ya, it’s gonna be stupid.”

From beside Jude, Harrison cracked open a sleepy eye, “This sounds troublesome.”

An exasperated sigh left your lips, and a vein pulsed on your temple. You knew not everyone at Crown would be onboard, but it occurred to you in that moment that you may have… underestimated their level of enthusiasm.

“Now, now, let’s listen to what our beloved Fairytale Keeper has to say,” Victor, ever the mom of the group, admonished the men.

You glanced at Victor’s beaming face, your heart glowing with gratitude. Victor might be over exuberant and over enthusiastic at times, but you could always count on him to be kind and supportive.

“Please, continue, dear Robin.”

“Thank you, Victor.” You smiled at him. “As I was saying, this year, I thought it’d be fun to hold a Crown Castle Secret Santa!”

You cheered, holding up your arms, expecting to hear… well, something… anything really other than the absolute silence that hung in the air.

“Secret… Santa… Yay?” you tried again, waving your arms around in a half-hearted cheer.

Nine pairs of eyes stared blankly back at you. 

Your arms drooped, though they didn’t fall down all the way. You wondered what you should do to assuage the awkward silence, whether you should double down and pull a Victor or if you should shrug and throw out a ‘just kidding’ before hightailing it out of the room.

All of a sudden, the room exploded in a thunderous cacophony of noise.

“Oh, what a delightful idea,” Victor exclaimed, clapping his hands.

“Knew this would be a waste of my time,” Jude snarked.

“What’s Secret Santa?” Ellis and Liam asked.

Roger simply broke into a raucous guffaw.

Harrison groaned.

William hummed, sitting back in his chair, an amused twinkle in his eye.

“Only if I get you, my delectable Robin,” Alfons taunted with a sultry wink.

You froze, your brain attempting to process the jumbled mess of words hurtling towards you all at once. 

“Quiet! Quiet!” you shouted. The noise died down, and you held up the bowl containing ten folded scraps of paper with the names of those present written inside. “The rules are simple. We each choose someone from the bowl, which we keep a secret, and we buy that person a gift for Christmas. Gifts have to be a minimum of five pounds and no more than twenty pounds.”

“Oh, this sounds like fun,” Ellis remarked.

“Thank you, Ellis.” You smiled at him gratefully, relieved that there was someone other than Victor who seemed excited for your idea, but your relief was short-lived because at that moment…

“Tch, I’m not doin’ this,” Jude snapped and crossed his arms, glowering at you.

“Jude,” Ellis called to the surly man. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Jude looked like he was about to retort something back, and to prevent any more of his biting sarcasm, you hastily blurted out, “Another week as your gopher.”

His amethyst eyes snapped to meet yours, narrowed into dangerous slits. After a palpable pause, he relented. “Fine, but I’m workin’ ya till ya drop.”

“What if I don’t want to participate?” Harrison then asked.

You exhaled slowly, which did nothing to calm the rising cortisol running through your veins. “I’ll treat you to that strawberry dessert you like. In fact, I’ll buy you all the strawberry items on the menu.”

That seemed to satisfy the minty man because he slouched back in his chair with his chin propped on his hand.

“Anyone else?” you asked, looking around the room. Alfons raised his hand, and you squeezed your eyes shut. “Yes, Alfons?”

“Can we gift something indecently fun?” he asked.

You opened your eyes, staring at him incredulously. “No, you may not. Please keep it rated, at the very least, PG.”

“Can we gift alcohol?” Roger piped up, a shit-eating grin splayed infuriatingly on his lips.

“Only if they like drinking,” you answered pointedly. 

“Does it… have to be… beautiful?” Elbert asked in his hauntingly tragic voice.

“No, Elbert,” you replied before asking, “Anyone else?” No one else spoke. “Great, I’m going to go around the room and have everyone choose a name.”

You turned to Liam who was sitting closest to you on your left, holding the bowl out to him. Liam gently smiled at you before reaching in and pulling out a scrap of paper. You smiled back, stepping to Harrison who sat beside him with the bowl, when Liam suddenly cried out.

“Oh, Harrison, I got you!”

You sighed, turning around to face the cat-like man. “Liam, you’re supposed to keep who you got a secret.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Liam apologized, his rose-colored eyes wavering.

Your heart twinged seeing the downcast expression on his face. “It’s okay. We can just start over.” You held the bowl back out for him to return his current slip and choose another. “Keep it a secret this time.” “Ok,” Liam said sweetly and unfolded the paper close to his eyes, shielding it with his palms.

You turned back to Harrison who reached in and pulled out his selection. Then Jude, who grabbed his with a rough, scornful swipe. Then Ellis, who uttered a small thanks. Then Elbert, who remained silent. Then Alfons, who ran his fingers sensually across yours much to your chagrin. Then Roger, who flashed you a rogue grin. Then William, whose eyes still twinkled with amusement, and finally Victor, who exuded a child-like jubilance.

You glanced down at the last remaining piece of paper in the bowl and then looked up at the members of Crown who were reading theirs. “Any questions?”

Some of the Crown members were scowling at their selection. You chose to ignore the scowls, choosing to focus on those who were beaming back at you or shaking their heads in response.

“Wonderful!” you chirped. “Remember, keep who you got a secret, and don’t lose your paper so you don’t forget who you got. We’ll trade gifts at Victor’s Crown Christmas party.”

“We’re done now, yeah?” Jude didn’t wait for you to answer, standing from his chair and moving towards the exit. “Ellis, ya got three seconds to follow me ‘fore I double yer workload.”

Ellis hastily stood up. “Thanks for organizing this,” he sweetly uttered before following the rude, sadistic man out the door.

One by one, the members of Crown shuffled out of the room.

As Harrison and Liam left towards the end, you heard Liam ask, “Hey, Harrison, what do you think Alfons will want for Christmas?”

You sighed again, groaning as you plopped down into Victor’s empty chair. You had anticipated it wouldn’t be easy, but never did you fathom it would be this difficult to corral nine men into what you thought would be a fun activity for Christmas.

The room fell silent. Eagerly, you reached for the last remaining piece of folded paper, carefully unfolding it. You bit your lip, wondering who you would be shopping for tomorrow when you went into town. You prayed for it to be Ellis, Harrison, Liam, or Victor – four of the members you figured would be the easiest to please.

You held the slip between your shaking fingers, and as your eyes traced the curl of the letters, your eyes bulged and your mouth dropped open.

Because... on the piece of paper, written in your neat handwriting… was your name. 

“God damn it!”

[tiffsturniolo]

𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲: youve been complaining that that you havent done anything christmassy this yesr, so matt goes out of his way to buy the ingredients for cookies

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of argument, making out

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matt and i had a tiny disagreement earlier. see, it's almost christmas and we haven't done anything christmassy! last year we did everything, but this year it’s pathetic.

but this year he's too busy making christmas content for youtube. The most we've done this year was decorate the christmas tree, but that felt a bit one-sided because he was hogging all the baubles and making it look “classy”.

i sprawled across matt’s unmade bed, the soft rumble of his old comforter beneath me. my thumb flicked mindlessly across the screen of my phone, but my eyes were unfocused and my mind elsewhere, trapped in a cloud of frustration and boredom.

the familiar creak of the floorboards below finally broke through my thoughts, and I heard the sound of the front door swinging open. a moment later, the soft thud of footsteps.

I honestly didn't even realise he left in the first place.

“baby, can you come here for a second?” I hear his sweet, familiar voice call out

I groan dramatically and yank myself out of the warmth of his blankets, stomping through the hallway. im surprised to be met with Matt holding a grocery bag.

“what?” I huff and frown

matt sighs at my obvious anger towards him still. he opens up the bag a bit, showing the inside containing ingredients to make cookies.

“Im gonna make you cookies” he says simply, slightly smiling hopefully.

I try to stay grumpy and hold a grudge, but I just can't do it and I crack a smile, which makes matt's face brighten up. he's always happy to see me smile, no matter how small.

“oh, matt-” I coo and rub his arm. why is he so sweet? he did not have to do this, I was just In a mood.

he smiles sheepishly and opens the bag even more so I can see better

“yeah so I was just gonna make you cookies and like- we could stay in and do other christmassy stuff?” he suggests

I nod along as I listen to his words

“your gonna make them?” I ask, knowing he's not the best of bakers. this boy doesn't even know how to make brownies.

“uh- yeah of course” he lies through his teeth.

I roll my eyes “you can help me.” I correct

“oh- yeah okay I'll help” he agrees easily, not wanting to make a fool of himself by trying to bake

matt messily dumps the bag of ingredients onto the large kitchen table. he seems to stare cluelessly at everything he's brought. “i tried to find icing but they were all out-“

I click my tongue and start

“alexa, play christmas songs… matt, could you preheat the oven?” I ask

he nods eagerly, knowing that that's one thing he can do, and turns to preheat the oven. he walks back to the counter and turns to me for guidance.

I begin by mixing all the ingredients together in an oversized bowl. he watches me in bewilderment on how I was whisking the batter so rhythmically, how I make it seem like such an easy task.

as he waits patiently, I feel a twinge of guilt that he isn't doing anything when he is literally the one who bought all this for me, this was his idea

“you wanna crack the eggs?” I ask him gently

his eyes dart over to the eggs and then back at me. “do you want to?”

I roll my eyes slightly “matt, I'm asking if you want to”

“well, I dont have to do it- you can do it if you want to” he reassures

I huff impatiently and stuff an egg into his palm “crack the egg.”

he huffs back at me, his hand and egg hovering hesitantly over the edge of the bowl before turning to me. “is it like- the whole white part I use? or is it just the yolk? or like both?”

“sweetheart, the whole thing” i giggle and pat his back, his face reddening.

“right,” he murmurs softly, gently striking the egg into the rim of the bowl, the shell breaking with a satisfying crunch, and letting the insides fall into the batter. he stares at it for a second before smiling in proudness.

I laugh at his amazed face and pass him the whisk

after a couple minutes of matt mindlessly mixing whilst bobbing along to the christmas song playing quietly in the background, i scoop the batter onto the baking tray and slide it into the oven

“now what?” matt asks cluelessly as he crouched down to look into the oven

“we wait,” I tell him, watching as he leans over to grab the timer and set it

“twenty minutes..” he mumbles to himself, wanting to sound smart though he didn't have a clue

“ten.” I correct him and laugh

“well, I was close.” he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck

I boost myself up onto the kitchen table with grunt, matt's eyes trailing over my body. “you're so nice y’know?”

his smile widens and he walks over to me, between my legs, and rests his hands on my thighs. he rubs circles over the clothed skin.

“y’think so?” he smirks.

“mhm,” i nod and take his hands in mine, his fingers instantly intertwining with mine and tracing over my knuckles.“you do everything for me, i dont deserve you.”

“you deserve the world.” he replies gently.

matt reciprocates the eye roll i give him and push him away but instantly drag him closer again, matt arms loosely wrapping around my torso.“oh your so corny”

he was so close to me now i could practically feel his breath on me “shut uppp” he whines quietly.

his pathetic attempt to get me to shut up makes me giggle and I pull him in for a kiss. matts hand instantly comes up to cup my cheek, a casual reflex.

i feel his other cold hand roam under my hoodie, sketching lines over my warm stomach. he pulls away for a second, just to admire my flushed face, then instantly connecting his lips to mine in a deeper kiss.

i run a hand up his skin and through his hair, but the sound of the jarring timer beeping off almost makes the skin on my bones jump off my body.

but matt didnt even seem to react to the timer, only letting out a little yelp when he feels my body flinch. he chuckles and rubs my arm soothingly. “i think the cookies are done”

“maybe”

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𝐚/𝐧- sorry if that was boring and long, and i gave up and didnt know how to end it so i settled with “maybe”

@gabssturniolo @lizzyzzn @iloveduckssm

[dystopyx-blog]

One of my absolute favorite tropes in yandere media

Is when the yandere is so entirely singularly focused. They want to be with their darling, any way they can get them. They don't care who they have to work with or what they have to do or who has to get hurt, so long as they end up with their darling.

I especially love this with happy go lucky hopeless romantic sunshine yanderes. I REALLY love it when happy go lucky hopeless romantic sunshine yandere, who has always been unassuming and has never hurt a fly, is absolutely willing to team up with absolute scum top tier villains if it means they'll get their darling.

I love it if the everyday everyman boy next door golden retriever type

teams up with THE BIG BAD

takes part in a plan that could DESTROY ENTIRE KINGDOMS

where the big bad gets WAY MORE OUT OF THE DEAL

AND THEY RECOGNIZE THAT

JUST so they can be promised their darling

In some cases they could even be screwed over or even betrayed, but so long as they get their darling unharmed they don't give a fuck.

So here's my story idea

We have golden retriever happy go lucky hopeless romantic never hurt a fly sunshine boy who works in the royal palace (I imagine stables, but has access to the palace, yknow?)

And MC, who can be basically anyone, a common villager, a palace worker, or maybe even someone of importance like noble or even royal

And sunshine boy falls hard.

Over time he falls more and more in love with you. He has to have you.

He is approached by a shady ass man who offers to help him get with his true love, he just needs him to do three things for him.

Each task gives the strange old man more power and strength, but sunshine boy don't give a fuck

And like... the old guy obviously picked sunshine boy because he thought, yknow... easy mark. But he still expected him to eventually get suspicious??? But sunshine boy just doesn't fuckin care. To the point old man straight up reveals himself as THE big bad who had been banished by great magic but now sunshine boy has helped him gain most of his power back

And sunshine boy is just like "when do I get my darling?"

So previously-old-man big bad tells him the plan: sunshine boy is going to help big bad get into the throne room during Big Event, and big bad is going to do a big bad, and sunshine boy is going to "save" his loved one and escape with them to an idyllic little cottage in the woods happily ever after

Unfortunately for them, darling has a much stronger sense of justice than sunshine boy, and when sunshine boy tells them to just stay put for a second, they run off to confront big bad themselves, and screw the whole thing up, and sunshine boy and big bad are forced to retreat – with darling

Now darling is a tied up captive forced to join them on a wacky fantasy adventure

And also sunshine boy and big bad get surprisingly close? Not in a romantic kind of close, (sunshine boy is devoted to darling and big bad just doesn't feel romantic attraction), but they get close in like a "an extremely evil uncle with his favorite idiot nephew" close.

Darling tries to use sunshine boy's feelings and big dad's objective scumbagginess to get sunshine boy to abandon big bad, but sunshine boy knows what he's working with, but he doesn't care, so long as he gets his darling. And big bad ends up low key respecting him for it.

That's my silly idea okay bye ily'all

[randomingoftherandomness]

have there been any omegaverse asks for zyz/zyc!!!! i may not have caught up to all your posted fics on ao3 but do you headcanon zyz and zyc as alpha beta or omega respectively and what is their dynamic — if u have any brainworms about fluffy cuddles and scenting i would love to see them ^^

Love, trust me when I say that omegaverse is like a bulletproof kink for me lol.

Zhao Yuanzhou

bruh gives the most omegaest alpha vibes ok, if there ever was someone who would totally be the embodiment of unconventional alpha/omega dynamics it would this dude

he would be the kind of alpha to let his partner take the lead and let them set the pace; content to be a participant not a bystander but on a level that isn't pushing the other

I do know that a lot of people seem to see him as a bottom, but I'm catching more switch vibes from him and again, this would play into the switch vibes

he would totally be the gentlest alpha EVER. don't fight me on this you know it's true

flirty as all hell to keep things light, but when he's on the receiving end of a praise or a flirt, error 404.exe

Zhou Yichen

he gives me the most alphaest omega to ever exist vibes, but at the other end of it, he could be very much a soft alpha who was tempered into what is expected of someone that is an 'alpha'

I mean, he's a tsundere. so you'd need an extraordinary amount of patience and endurance to keep up with him (hint hint wink wink which zhao yuanzhou has)

won't be the most receptive to scenting and hugs, but wouldn't be opposed to it once he has opened his heart up to you

would also make sense that his omega senses would be a little stunted because of how he has difficulty making friends with other mortal children

his dad and bro would def be alphas (tying in to the way how his bro is protective over him and-- ooo this is giving me some dead dove don't eat fic ideas that I'm gonna go pickle for a moment)

YuanYi

In terms of their dynamics, they would always keep everyone guessing -- who is the laopo, who is the laogong? depends on the sun and moon phases and which way the wind is blowing

I would totally buy into Zhao Yuanzhou "marrying" into the Bingyi clan though (with a whole mile of red with the whole of Tiandu wondering whether the procession as a dowry or a bride price)

Zhao Yuanzhou would totally be the one to teach Yichen how to make a nest. Patiently, carefully. Yichen would totally try to give up at least three hundred times, but Zhao Yuanzhou would coax him back to the task

Initially in their bond, Yichen resists some of his more baser instincts like wanting ZYZ's scent on his glands and needing him close by

But ZYZ cottons on rather quickly and works around it; weaving beads scented by him into his hair, staying half a step close to Yichen at all times without it being overbearing

They work their way up to actually having ZYZ scent him before he leaves their bed, which may or may not have made the great demon emotional about

During ZYZ's first rut after they've mated, he tries to go into seclusion, explaining to Yichen that he cannot control himself and he is scared he will hurt him

Yichen would accept it, mildly hurt that his Alpha doesn't want to share his rut with him even when they've shared in his heats

The resolve lasts about a day because ZYZ is clawing at the walls battling himself because he can smell his Omega while Yichen is torn between running into his Alpha's arms or hiding himself away because ZYZ told him no

Stalemate ends when Yichen gives up the ghost and just fights his way into ZYZ's arms

In terms of fluffiness and cuddles, ZYZ gives off the vibes of a browbeaten husband who simps hard over his tsundere wifey in public, but when the doors are closed and it's just them, Yichen is incredibly receptive to his hugs and kisses

On the rare moonlit nights where they're in the company of their little found family and Yichen is a little less restrained, he will take his Alpha by the hand and lead him out to the water for a dance that will have half of Tiandu coming out to watch

Aaaa this got long haha I hope my little ramblings entertained you!

[mqriuss]

your dog loves you

content includes: haitani family, reader is their sister, fluff, literal fluff (like in poodles), they have a mom

"aw, how cute," your mom coos at a photo of a two month old baby poodle on his screen. before pushing rindou's phone out of her face and going back to slicing mangoes—bright, orange, and sweet, just the way that her kids like it.

"we should get it," rindou says, jumping slightly when mom shoots him a glare.

"absolutely not."

"you said it was cute," rindou argues and she scoffs, dropping pieces of mangoes on a red plate.

she gets up from her chair to wash her hands, "yes, i said it was cute—not that we should get it." mom rephrases her statement, grabbing a fork and stabbing it into a mango.

"even y/n and ran think we should get it," rindou tries to reason with her. "it's 3 v 1," he adds, shrugging.

"and the one person in question is your mother." she hands the plate to rindou who nearly drops it with his phone still in one hand. "now go eat the mangoes. save some for your siblings."

rindou watches her leave, muttering something under her breath about when they're gonna come home from work. mom's never been too fond of them coming home late from work, even though they're always back before dinner.

"mom said no," rindou informed with a mouth full of two sliced mango pieces, typing something on his pc.

"dammit!" you cursed, your voice slightly static coming out of his phone. you had tasked rindou with showing mom a picture of a cute puppy and asking if you could get it, but a part of you knew it wouldn't go well. it never does.

"i mean, were you expecting her to go 'yes omg we need this wittle cutie patootie'?" ran snickers, his eyes fixated on the road occasionally glancing at you in the passenger's seat.

you groaned, leaning back against the car seat. you really thought she'd at least consider if rindou was the one who asked. "but i want her! i want a fluffy cute dog to cuddle and play with," you whined, pouting as you stared at the puppy on your screen.

"hm, you know," rindou paused to swallow his food, his voice ringing through the speaker of your phone. "you know those videos of people showing their parents be affectionate with the pets they didn't want? what are the odds mom ends up like them?" he questioned, making you light up but ran wasn't convinced.

"like, zero?" he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"but what if?!" you exclaimed, resisting the urge to nudge him since he's driving. there was a moment of silence and rindou is about to hang up, until you started talking again. "do you just wanna get her?"

"what?" rindou and ran said nearly in unison if it weren't for the call lag.

"did you actually..."

"yes. yes, i did."

rindou sighs while ran smirks and shakes his head in amusement. you and ran were home for a few seconds, telling rindou to get dressed and go out with the two of you. you had contacted the person, saying that you'd arrive in a few hours to pick up the puppy—the same puppy your mom clearly didn't allow you to get.

"and i just had to come along?" rindou raises an eyebrow and you give him a puzzled look.

"what? as if you were gonna stay home and work on that assignment you've been procrastinating for two weeks?" you call him out, leaving him speechless and almost offended. "that's what i thought."

"wonder how balancing work and class is going for you," rindou mutters, rolling his eyes and you stick your tongue out.

the button on your table beeps, prompting ran to get up and take your food from the counter. he comes back shortly, weaving through a line of hungry people. the smell of fried chicken and steam coming out of the sticky white rice makes you and rindou's mouth water.

"you told mom we were just going out to eat, right?" ran confirms, receiving a nod from rindou who practically buried his face in the food.

"yeah– hoh..." he lets out a heavy breath with his mouth full, feeling his tongue burning from the freshly cooked chicken and rice.

ran grimaces while blowing on his food—something rindou couldn't do before digging in. "slow down, bro—it's all yours."

"i'm starving."

"starving or can't wait to meet the new family member?" you chuckle before taking a bite of your chicken and mirroring rindou's previous actions. "hoh... 's hot!" ran shakes his head at his two younger siblings, a chuckle escaping his lips.

it was 11pm when the three of you arrived home, each one of you with a missed call notification from mom. you had underestimated just how much traffic there would be on a friday night and ended up arriving home later than usual.

"is she asleep?" you whisper, glancing around as you hold onto your furry friend.

"i bet she is–" ran says but is cut off by the sound of the downstairs bedroom door creaking open. the three of you stopped in your tracks as mom turns on the light in her half-asleep state.

"haha... surprise!" you laugh sheepishly, holding up the puppy that she can very clearly see.

you and your brothers had debated in the car over what her reaction would be, and it didn't turn out the way you expected. it wasn't a beating, it wasn't a five hour lecture, nor was it tears of joy (you're not sure why that would've been a possibility. this one was the most impossible of them all, but it would've been the funniest).

mom drags out a sigh, waddling towards the bathroom. "i won't clean her poop." she says with a deadpan before disappearing into the bathroom.

the three of you share a quick look before you and rindou cheered in unison, startling the puppy.

"yay! she didn't get mad!" you jumped up and down, not realizing ran had snatched the puppy from your arms.

"let's go to sleep, baby. don't mind those little noisy pricks."

it took one month. one month for your mom to get used to touching and petting maru. it took one month to get her even a little excited whenever maru did a new trick you taught her.

"maru, sit!" your mom would say with a treat in hand, watching maru squirm around impatiently and jump for the treat. "no, you did it earlier. do it again, come on!" you and rindou sat at the dinner table, watching mom test maru's skills. even rindou couldn't help the grin that would appear on his face whenever they played together.

four months in and ran would occasionally find mom sitting on the floor with maru on her lap as she brushes her curly fur with the expensive brush he bought online because the cheap ones they bought previously always broke and could never get through the amount of matting that had started to form on her fur.

after all, mom could never let it go that bad again. the last time they took maru for grooming, the groomer said she needed to have almost all her fur shaved off because they weren't regularly brushing her. mom and ran were the most devastated after picking her up, she was so skinny under all that fluffy fur. so you and rindou took turns brushing her with the new, and better brush everyday since ran was usually too busy to do that. it was never part of the agreement that mom would do it too, but she can't help herself sometimes. besides, maru seems to like snuggling in her lap and she's less squirmy when mom handles her.

whenever mom cuts slices of mangoes for you to share, she now cuts more slices into even tinier pieces and serves them in a smaller plastic dish. you can already guess which kid of hers got that one.

"aw, look at you. you love maru, don't you ma?" you giggle, taking a picture of mom and maru lying together on the couch like they've always been doing these days. a year passes and maru was only growing more affectionate with mom.

mom's phone rings when she gets a notification of the picture being sent to the family group chat, her sons replying with "aw's" and cute sticker reactions.

mom shakes her head, rolling her eyes. "no, i do not." she claims, her gaze never leaving her phone but her hand never stops scratching maru's neck.

"sure," you snicker, shaking your head as you leave them quietly so maru isn't disturbed.

mom claims that she doesn't love maru, and that she's a burden or a stinky burden, but she panicked when maru came back from grooming with an ear infection because the groomer got water in her ear one time.

or that one time when the four of you were sat at the dinner table and ran drops a single raisin on the floor while he's eating bread. he'll just pick it up later, he thought to himself. mom panicked when suddenly the raisin is gone and ran hasn't gotten up to throw it away.

rindou looked down to see maru under the table with an innocent expression. "i think maru ate it." he said, making everyone rise from their seats to check on maru before rushing her to the vet.

she panicked because she's made a list of all the human foods dogs can and cannot eat and has it all memorized.

mom claims that she doesn't love maru, but she's giving her medicine everyday until she gets better, sitting on the couch with her on her lap while she watches tv, taking videos of her when she's doing a cute trick rindou taught her to do, smiling from ear to ear when you or ran come home from work and greeted with the sound of her barking as she runs up to you.

the house isn't as clean as it used to be. scrunchies, squeaky toys, and fur are scattered in random places. once in a blue moon, maru might pee on someone's bed (but never on mom's). her paws get muddy and needs to be cleaned after a walk in the park, it can get tiring sometimes, but the house is visibly and audibly livelier. you and your brothers are off your phones more, laughing when maru does something funny like occasionally letting out a fart, you and rindou team up together to give her baths at home because mom doesn't trust the groomers anymore, and ran has a fluffy cuddle buddy every morning when maru sneaks in to his room.

mom may not realize it, but the three of you do.

"you think maru's favourite person is mom?" ran contemplates. you and rindou shoot him a look.

"we'll see about that." rindou says, grinning.

the next thing you know, the four of you were lined up next to each other, calling out to maru desperately to see who she'd approach first. ran couldn't help but laugh when he sees maru walking weirdly, confused over who's arms to run to.

in the end, she picks mom because she has her favourite snack hidden in her pocket. you and rindou share the same look of defeat, but all of you know that maru loves everyone equally. just don't forget the snacks.

[noperopesaredope]

Donnie has book smarts

Leo has strategic smarts (and a bit of street smarts and maybe people smarts?)

Mikey has emotional intelligence

And Raph has common sense, something the others barely seem to have

"all of rise share one braincell and most of the time donnie has the braincell" wrong it's raph and it's raph by a lot

sure raph may be a little sillay sometimes and Does First Asks Later but donnie has repeatedly eaten harmful substances, started rapping in a library knowing that getting caught would put him in Baby Jail, and got screamed at by raph to stop destroying manhattan and his reaction was just wow these graphics are amazing . raph had genuine reason to believe that donnie (along with leo and mikey) did not know what a week was. donnie is very tech-savvy but he lacks reason and has to be repeatedly reigned in or prevented by raph from doing stupid or maniacal shit . anyways now onto my essay about why this makes brains and brawn the funniest fucking dynamic in the show

[new-haven-psych-ward]

i am plagued by visions. enjoy some geats sponsor-rider swaps

[padfootastic]

i think—after writing saudade, my dislike for remus has become much more…clearer?

like, it’s definitely not the fact that he didn’t do anything to help sirius that bothers me. it’s pretty clear he had no power or resources to do anything about the fact, especially if even dumbledore didn’t do anything.

but the fact that he believed sirius to be at fault? or atleast, capable of betraying james? that he supposedly didn’t make any attempts to say, go see him in azkaban? that he acted exactly the same as everyone else in the WW who either didn’t know these two or only barely did? kinda terrible, tbh.

(and like, not to make it transactional or anything, but j&s did *so much* for remus; went above and beyond for him and…this is what he’s like in return? yikes)

[kresnikcest]

lrb best worst ot3. they are all simultaneously the chaotic disaster person but also simultaneously the only sane one

[yzzart]

౨ৎ⊹. BOYFRIEND!KENJI HEADCANONS!

── content warnings: F!reader, mention of Emiko, Emi and Mina, Ultraman form, Kenji being a little needy (once again), fluff, a little something to warm our hearts and minds so dreamy.

── word count: 683!

⭑.ᐟ Underneath, and sometimes over, tight-fitting t-shirts and extremely expensive fabrics, wear a necklace; however, there is something special there. — His promise ring hangs on the gold chain; like a talisman, something that surrounds he with luck and passion. — Staying attached and close to you, even with a small object.

⤷ If he needs to think or try to decide something dramatically important and you're not around, Sato will take his fingers to the necklace and hold the ring; looking for guidance. — Oh, and waking up, before him, and contemplating that shiny and significant piece, which rests on his broad chest, is angelic.

⭑.ᐟ It's not uncommon to feel, in the middle of the night, Kenji's face trying, persistently, on your neck; readily, wanting to harness the huge and strong body between your. — He doesn't care about the grotesque difference in size, just at that moment, and he doesn't give up.

“Kenji, be careful…!” — Your voice, fully, drunk with sleep and maintaining stillness, murmured between the boy's black and shiny locks; who only responded with a snore, more like a purr and clinging even tighter to you.

⭑.ᐟ Sato can't keep his hands off you, no matter what's going on, what you're doing or what simple task you're performing; hands on your waist, kisses on every exposed and revealed part of your body, thin and wide fingers catching on some part of your clothes. — Don't be upset with him, this poor man is in love with you.

⤷ One day, Mina compared him to a sloth and obviously got a frown of disapproval and the adorable Emi observes how her “father” remains so attached to her “mother”. — Even laughing and grunting when he saw a completely sleepy and desperate Ken crawling towards you.

⭑.ᐟ Please, we have, we need to talk about all the times Kenji and Emi train together, most of the time, being just leisure moments, you sit in the stands, virtually, scheduled and cheer for them; accompanied by Mina. — The feeling of nostalgia, remembering an incredible part of his life, is exposed in Ken's chest; remembering his mother.

⭑.ᐟ I can easily imagine Ken pressing his nose against your cheek or neck wanting your attention; also, when he wants to show you the way Emi is sleeping, enjoying the baby's sweetness. — And, together, pressing his forehead against yours during countless moments of the day and night, when you get home after confronting some creature and every time he want to say "i love you" to you.

⭑.ᐟ This man knows you like the back of his hand; no one can disagree or dispute this fact. — Kenji pays attention to your gestures, noticing your body language and, for a matter of seconds, he knows that something is bothering you; and, there he is, dedicating himself, with all his attention, to doing his girl well.

⭑.ᐟ Funny situations, for Ken, between you and his Ultraman form are included in your lives. — Once, while chasing Aboras, he ended up finding you on the street, wanting to go home, and clearly he was distracted by wanting to cause a provocation. — Mina gave the boy a long, and rightly so, scolding.

“Go back to the house, young lady.” — The robotic voice filled a part of the city's environment, wanting to convey an authoritarian image. — “You know…” — He pointed one of his gigantic fingers in your direction, then towards the place he was. — “The streets have been very dangerous lately.” — Oh, you stopped yourself from answering him like you really wanted to.

“Thank you, so much, for the advice, Ultraman.”

⭑.ᐟ There are nights — many, many nights — that Ken spends watching, contemplating you sleeping, peacefully; your face remained full, without signs of tiredness, exquisite and messy locks spread out, this was adored by the player's eyes. — Between seconds of fascination, Kenji longed, dreamed, deeply and painfully, of his mother meeting you; this way, she would have the chance to know the light that raised her dear son.

⤷ Kenji prospers, sometimes praying, that one day his mother will return, safe and sound, and be able to achieve what he wants so much in his life.

[nightingale-prompts]

Danny lives in a horror movie-DC x DP prompt

Based on my favorite book series "tales from the gas station"

It's not every day that a mission requires the league to travel to middle America in a bid to obtain a highly cursed artifact but it certainly is today.

Locating the Seal of Silent Ashes was a task usually given to Justice League Dark but Constantine was currently busy. So that meant it was left to the poster boys to get this done. They dressed in civilian attire to investigate the last location of the seal starting with the first building on the edge of town. A small dusty gas station near the woods.

The inside had an awful smell, like death and cleaning fluid. The lights gave off a greenish-blue tint. Rats could be seen out of the corner of your eyes. Most of the chips were offbrand and crappy.

Behind the counter was the teenage boy chewing gum. He looked up at the group before going back to reading his book. He had clearly seen better days but didn't show signs of caring about the state of his hair or bags under his eyes. He drank his coffee.

The air felt off.

"Hey kiddo, do you mind giving us directions?" Clark started.

The kid narrowed his eyes as he popped his gum.

"You're not from here. That or you're from that cult in the woods. Listen I'm not joining. Seriously, cosmic nihilism and fatalism sounds doomed. Hey wait-" the teen checked his notes " No, the cult killed themselves in that mass suicide 2 weeks ago. I forgot, sorry."

The teen didn't say anything else as he went back to his book.

The horrified look of the adults shared was almost hilarious. At least to the teen if he looked up.

"Oh, and stay out of the woods. I don't want the police to come back and ask about who saw you last. Seriously if whatever is in there tears you apart I won't feel bad. I put those signs out forever ago and if I get one more girl covered in blood running in here screaming about her dead friends I'll get a headache." The teen shrugged turning the page.

"What do you mean?! Why would-?! Who's killing people?!" Barry asked frantically as Bruce serched for more reports of missing people in the area.

"I don't know. Why would I know? If you want to go in the cursed forest go ahead. I mean that's how they all die. It isn't my job to stop you. My job is to sit here and watch this store." The teen huffed in annoyance.

Before anymore questions were asked the signal of the radio was disrupted and a demonic howl screeched through the radio.

"God damnit. That cunt is back. Stay here." The teen growled as he grabbed his bat from under the counter and walked out the back door. "String bean! Get off the fucking roof you bastard! You know that radio is all I have here!"

A chattering laugh like a death rattle was heard and the sound of 2 sets of feet was heard on the roof then they lept down.

"Come here so I can beat you to death!" The teen ran around the building towards the front of the gas station chasing-what the fuck is that!

It was like a human that was twisted to crabwalk on all fours backwards. Its face was contorted into a black stretched-out smile with no teeth. It had no eyes just black sockets. All its limbs were stretched out to an extra meter in length. It was a skinwalker of some kind with chalk-white skin. It was skittering away from the teen who was swinging his bat at its head.

"Stop running! I told you before what would happen if I found you fucking with me again!" The boy meant it as he finally landed a hit and began wacking it over and over it.

The skin walker screeched and tried to run for its life but couldn't.

After reducing the monster into a black puddle the black-stained teen came back inside to sit back down not paying anymore to the monster blood he was covered in.

"Sorry about that. Most of the freaks around here have learned to stay away from this place. That one is new and he doesn't listen. You'd think they'd learn but Sting Bean thinks he can torment me. Petty bastard." The teen sighed "anyways are going to buy anything or are you going to waste what oxygen we get in here with this shitty ventilation.

Diana couldn't help but admire the boldness of the boy. He had no hesitation or fear against the beasts of this area even if was crude.

"Does Constantine have a cousin or something? Just a more angry one" Barry whispered to Hal.

[winnie1emon]

✧.* now what happens when you find a frustrated theodore nott on the quidditch pitch...?

theodore nott x prefect!lamb!reader (fem pov)

word count: approx. 2.4k

cw: MDNI!!, smut, dom!theo, innocent!reader, sexual language, praise, piv, fingering, unprotected sex, face painting lmao, slight exhibitionism(?)(on the quidditch stands lol)

a/n: first smut fic like ever i fear... don't bully please </3 + been working on this sleep-deprived, lmk about spelling mistakes :(

"Hey- hey!" you said loudly over the raging music, leaning over your friend's shoulder. "I'm gonna go; got prefect duty!"

Your friend, too engrossed in your house's quidditch victory party after they had beaten Slytherin earlier that evening, gave you a mere nod before realizing you actually said something. "Really? There are other prefects out anyways and you never find anyone. Don't be lame, just stay!"

"No, it's fine. I like walking outside anyways, it's fun," you explained, garnering a rather dismissive wave goodbye from your friend.

You trudged down the corridors searching for the way out of the castle. Curfew was approaching and you were given the task of finding a few stragglers outdoors; a task you most appreciated due to the fact you'd never find anybody and you were usually lucky with receiving ample amounts of good weather.

Too comfortable with the usual, you spent most of your patrol time frolicking on the grassy fields and never looked too carefully for any students. You were about to head back inside when you saw the broom shed's door open. Curiously, you peered inside and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary...

A bit daunted, you closed the door and suddenly saw movement in the corner of your eye. You whipped around quickly, seeing someone flying on the quidditch pitch. You made your way into the pitch, assuming it was some overzealous lowerclassman riding on their broomstick.

As you made your way into the pitch, you realized how large it really was, somewhat awestruck. Hearing a distressed grunt, you turned around and saw the person who was flying, quite a distance away, chuck their broom onto the ground. You hastened over and the image came into view. Their brunette waves became clearer with each step you took and you managed to get their attention.

"H-hey!" You waved. You came to a stop in front of them, slightly huffing as they looked at you acutely. "Theodore, it's curfew in like... oh, two minutes ago."

Theodore raised an eyebrow at your words, seeming as if he had no idea who you were. "What?" he asked you, even though he heard what you said.

"It's past curfew, you can't be here," you said patiently. "What are you even doing here?"

"What's it look like?" he retorted. "Practicing," he added before you could answer his rhetoric question.

"Well... you should practice tomorrow. You already had that game today, you should take a break," you suggested.

He gave you what was probably the most condescending look ever, roaming over your figure. "Yeah, and we lost, princess. Need to practice."

"Don't overwork yourself," you said, your voice tinged with concern. "You were great today, I saw!"

"Mhm, probably cheering on your house, yeah?" he sneered. "Just get lost, I'm not harmin' anyone by practicing, but you're going to tell someone aren't you?" He looked a bit taut and you couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for him. After all, he wasn't the worst player on his team yet he was the only one here practicing, probably losing hairs in the process.

"No, I won't tell anyone," you said quickly. "You look exhausted though. At least sit down." You trailed all the way to one of the tall wooden towers going up to the quidditch spectator stands, feeling the wooden bench poke your thighs. Surprisingly, he sat beside you on your right with a grunt, running his hands through his hair.

Well, now what.

You peered at him in wonderment as his gaze was set straight, admiring his birthmark. Your eyes trailed around the side of his face, looking at his thick, dark brows and then at his slightly unkempt hair. He turned suddenly to face you and you darted your head away, embarrassed. He let out a small scoff, throwing his head down in a smirk.

"So," you started. "You like quidditch?" you asked dumbly. He obviously did... he plays.

"I do," he responded. "When we win."

"You guys almost did," you consoled him, tentatively reaching to rub his shoulder.

Theodore didn't protest, finding the way your palm's touch warmed his shoulder unexpectedly comforting. He looked at your seemingly apologetic face before his eyes wandered down your form, going from your neck and then down to your legs.

"Mm, almost."

Fidgeting with your fingers, you spoke up again. "Yeah, almost! Almost is good!" You reassured him. "Don't beat yourself up-- you're already so stressed." You recalled the instances in class where he'd focus on his work, the times you saw him in the library as you patrolled the halls, and the way he never seemed to hang out with his friends this past week.

"Oh princess," he said, calling you that nickname again, making you turn a light shade of pink. "When has almost winning ever helped anyone? What can I do about the stress? Nothing's going to change if I don't work." He gave a nonchalant shrug, breaking contact with your sorry eyes as he buried his head in his hands.

"Uhm... I mean, do you want help?" You peered at him, wide-eyed and full of pity.

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And that's how you found yourself sitting on the open quidditch stands, thighs squeezed together with your head downcast as Theodore rubbed lazy circles over your underwear.

"I-I don't really see how this is supposed to help you," you mumbled.

He used his other hand to hold your chin gently, guiding your head to face him. "You think seeing a pretty girl like you lookin' like this doesn't help me?" he simpered. You felt your face heat up from the compliment, shifting your thighs to press against each other some more.

He let go of your chin and you looked down to watch him spread your thighs apart gently. Despite never being his friend, his touch felt familiar, even soothing. In fact, you didn't protest against him, even when you felt him slip your underwear to the side and insert a thick finger into your cunt.

Your mouth agape, you turned to look at him, brows knitting together as he met your gaze with a lascivious smile. You pressed your lips together to try and catch your breath, but it only lasted a few seconds as your lips parted once he entered another digit into you. He moved slowly, not taking his eyes off of yours, drinking in your dazed look.

You felt his pace increase, his fingers going in and out of your now glossy cunt rapidly, and let out a shaky moan which made Theodore's mouth contort in a wicked smile. You threw your head back, looking up at the greying sky. He leaned closer to you, his warm breath hitting your ear as he whispered.

"Feels good, yeah? Feels good to help me decompress hm?" He asked you quietly, having you squirm from his touch. You nodded meekly and let out a small yeah in response.

You had never experienced anything like this before. You were sort of scared, but also excited... maybe a bit confused? ...happy to help?

His touch eventually slowed, his two now-soaked fingers leaving your cunt as he held them up in front of you. Your eyes followed his fingers, your face turning into that of surprise as he brought his fingers into his mouth momentarily.

"So sweet..." he breathed out. "Come on, open up," he slapped your cheek lightly with his clean hand.

You opened your mouth slightly, your eyes looking reluctant.

"Come on, don't be scared," he cooed. You opened a little wider and he gently placed the two fingers on your tongue. You swirled your tongue around slowly, tasting sweet, kind of salty as well, but you weren't sure if that was you or his fingers. Taking in your appearance with his fingers in your mouth, he gave a breathy chuckle. "Cute."

He stood up from the bench with a sigh, taking a step in front of you. "Just one more thing, that okay?" he asked, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile.

"Yeah- yeah sure," you agreed. Even though you were unfamiliar with what you guys were doing, you were just glad you could help him out in some way.

"Good girl. --Has anyone told you how sweet you are?" He leaned forward slightly and cupped your cheeks to tilt your head upwards as you stayed seated on the bench.

"Some people, mhm," you nodded.

"Well, they weren't lying." He complimented you casually, making your stomach lurch in an oddly pleasant way. You adverted your gaze so you could soak in his compliment, your head then snapping up at the sound of a zipper. He gave you a wink that you'd be thinking about for the next week and a dazzling smile that you couldn't protest against.

He guided your legs up off the ground so you'd be kneeling on the stands bench and turned you around, having you facing opposite of the center of the quidditch pitch, towards the castle. Your eyes widened from the circumstances, the risk of being so exposed. You heard him shuffle a little behind you, the sound of his pants going down, boxers following.

You felt one of his cold fingers brush against your skin as he pushed your skirt up, making you shudder. He pulled your sodden underwear down and you heard him take a sharp inhale. His fingers ran over your folds, eliciting a groan from him. "You're so wet... n' you've never done this?" he asked you.

You shook your head, making him sigh.

"And you really want to give this to me?"

"Yeah, I do," you muttered quietly. You didn't care that it was Theodore, you just saw him as someone who needed some help and you were going to give it to them... Oh, who were you kidding? Of course you cared that it was Theodore. The Slytherin that you'd always catch yourself ogling at during the quidditch games, the one you'd stare at in potions, the guy you'd hold the door open for before Charms class.

Seeing no reason to delay his pleasure, Theodore positioned himself between your legs, holding your waist from behind as he pushed the tip of his cock into your ready cunt. You couldn't help the large gasp you let out while he stretched you out. You tried to recuperate momentarily, but he continued to enter you slowly, feeling as if there was no end.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he murmured. He slid in and out of you slowly, picking up the pace over time before you started to let out involuntary moans.

"Theo- Theodore," you huffed out, almost whining. "The castle-- someone could see us," you worried.

His pace becoming incontinent, he brushed off your concern with ease. "No one will, okay?"

Even with his reassurance, you couldn't help but feel sheepish, your anxiety spiking as the thrill got to you.

"Oh my g-god," you moaned. Theodore leaned into your back, head resting on the nape of your shoulder. He snaked his arm on your other shoulder, putting you in a headlock. You brought your hands up to hold his arm, your mind going blank as he started up a relentless speed on you and had his other arm travel down to rub on your clit.

"Shh, shh," he whispered. "Now they will see us if you don't quiet down, yeah?" You nodded in agreement, understanding that you mustn't be loud. After a few minutes of biting back your moans as he drilled into you, he positioned you to lie on your back, on one of the benches. You complied and allowed him to reposition himself into you.

"F-fuck!" You mewled, unable to contain yourself in the new position.

"Shh, shh, shhh..." he shushed you once again, covering your mouth with a large hand as the other held both of your legs against his chest. "Be quiet for me, okay? You can do it," he murmured into your ear, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.

You nodded slowly as you looked up at him when he pulled his head away from you. "Good... so good."

So entranced by his eye contact, your brain drowned out the sounds of his cock going in and out of your sopping cunt, forgetting all about your precarious surroundings.

You felt the knot in your stomach begin to unravel and you knew that your orgasm was nearing. You clawed at Theodore's hand that was on your mouth and he let go, allowing your ragged gasps to float out into the air.

"You okay?" he asked you. "You close?" He couldn't help but smile endearingly at your state, horribly disheveled, biting your own lip to keep yourself from attracting attention.

"Mm," you nodded weakly, feeling your legs begin to shake. As you came undone, you felt him slow down, letting out groans of his own. You bit down on your lips harder and you could feel tears creeping into your eyes as you felt overloaded with sensations. He pulled out of you with a light pop and stepped towards your head.

He had his cock a few inches above your face and looked hesitant before asking, "May I?"

You honestly weren't very sure of what he was requesting, but you let out a soft yeah, being surprised once he spilled onto your face.

Your lips parted into an o-shape as you squinted slightly. After one last drop, you ran a finger on your cheek, observing the mark he left on you trailing down your finger. He dropped his hands to his side and crouched down to be face level with you. He cupped your face with his hands as he ushered you to sit up.

"You're a sweetheart, so nice of you to help," he praised. Even though he had just done things to you that you'd never even been brave enough to imagine an hour prior, you couldn't fight back the bashful look on your face.

"Of course," you whispered. "Do you feel better?" you asked, pulling your underwear back up.

"Yeah, yeah I do," he chortled. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

You saw the sky darkening by the second and looked out the pitch. "Oh! Someone's coming!" you exclaimed.

He gave a mischievous smile that you could stare at for days, planted a quick kiss on your lips, and grabbed your hand to stand you up, brushing ur skirt down to cover your behind.

"Then let's go."

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