#happy trenchcoat day chat!

[trenchcoatsbi]

Local crow wakes up from hibernation to find out holidays are right around the corner… Reports say xe’re going back to bed.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

random but tr boys with reader who keeps calling them “chat”

TokRev w/ Reader Who Calls Them "Chat"

♡ SFW, gn reader, a bunch of characters I ain't about to tag 😔 ♡

note: I know I said the last request was my last for the day but this one was begging to be finished now 😭

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🗨️ Confused as hell, have no clue what you're talking about or if you're even talking to them at all

♡ Draken, Akkun, Mochi, Yuzuha, Emma, Inui, Benkai, Kakucho

🗨️ Think you said cat and are now searching for a cat that doesn't exist

♡ Baji, Chifuyu, Michi, Tora, Takuya, Hina, Shinichiro

🗨️ Know exactly what you're talking about and probably call you chat too

♡ Makoto, Yamagishi, Michi, Senju, Sanzu, Mikey, Shion, Hanma

🗨️ Don't care enough to figure out what you're yapping about

♡ Taiju, Wakasa, Izana, Takeomi, Mucho, Koko, South, Kisaki

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Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe @southside-otaku @xxchthonicreaturexx @evergreen-endo @hanmaslilslut @dystop4in14nd @mysouleaten

[dewdr0pz]

hey friend! tis me back again hahah

this is gonna sound so random but anyways i was thinking.. reader coming home to hear wilbur shouting away in his room (he’s streaming for once LMAO) and deciding to just chill in the living room/bedroom for a bit. and then when wilbur’s finished and he surprised to see reader and he’s so happy to them and just aah :,) 🫶 and i had the idea of smth like a cozy night in with wilbur?? and i was wondering if u had any thoughts on that or if u wanted to write about it maybe! no pressure at all to do any of that tho <3

i hope ur having a nice dayyy! ��

💗 You're Back! 💗

a/n: stopppppp this is so cute!! also why did my writing get really good during this

summary: read the ask

contains: excited Wilbur, tired reader, tooth-rotting fluff, pet names, kissing, & silly Haunty shenanigans overall

words: 702

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot @21-cats-in-a-trenchcoat @strangleetomz (let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged)

At around 5pm, you finally got home after an exhausting day at work. You, of course, loved your job; it was your dream job, after all! Some days were more tiring than others.

You took your shoes off & put them near the door next to Wilbur's scuffed, untied Dr. Martens that had lost their shine years ago, unlike your darling boyfriend, who always seemed to have some sort of lively spark about him that nobody could quite have for themselves, which is rather peculiar, since he writes incredibly heart-wrenching songs nowadays. The shoes were massive compared to yours, almost like a clown's.

In the office, you heard shouting & laughter. You didn't think your boyfriend would be streaming, since he hadn't streamed since October, & he never mentioned any upcoming streams. Maybe he was treating the livestream like he treated Mammalian Sighing Reflex & did it unannounced to surprise people. Not wanting to interrupt him, you walked into the bedroom to take off your work clothes & change into sweatpants & Wilbur's brown hoodie that still had the smell of earthy, soothing cologne & petrichor lingering on the soft fabric. You checked yourself in the mirror. You looked okay, except for the fact that your eyes were drooping & you looked almost like you were going to collapse & fall asleep on the floor if you did any excessive movements. You yawned & stretched your arms above your head, hearing a few cracks & pops as you did such from not cracking anything all day. You then cracked your neck & knuckles, & both of them made loud pop & crack & crunch sounds. You finger-combed through your hair, tugging through the knots while wincing. You looked very dead. Abandoning the rule you made for yourself not to bother Wilbur during streams, you slowly opened the office door just a crack, making sure not to make any loud creaks.

"So, I think that'll be all today, chat!" Wilbur smiled. "Thank you all for coming. I'm so sorry I haven't been streaming as much, I've just got Lovejoy things to do. We're all very busy all the time. Here, let's have you all raid...Philza. Go raid him. Bye, chat!" He clicked the "Stop streaming" button on his PC & sighed. Since his spinny chair was still facing the PC setup, you were able to come around & hug him from behind.

"Hello," you mumbled sleepily. "I'm back."

"Angel! You're back!" Wilbur sprang up from his seat & picked you up & spun you around, causing you to laugh. When he stopped, he sat down on the chair with you in his lap. "How was work, love? Everything go okay at work?"

You shrugged. "It wasn't bad, per se, but it was just exasperating. Nobody was rude or crass to me, but I'm just really tired." Wilbur made a small "ah" sound & nodded.

"Do you want to go cuddle in bed & drink some tea?" Wilbur asked, playing with your fingers. "Do you want to do that? Or we could do something else."

"Tea & cuddles sound nice," you said. Wilbur nodded & picked you up & walked you to the kitchen. He still kept you in his arms while he made tea, softly asking you which tea flavor you preferred & which mug you wanted, or if you even wanted a mug or if you just wanted a glass. You two waited in the kitchen while the tea was being prepared, with Wilbur rocking you back & forth to a symphony only he could hear. When the whistling of the tea kettle echoed through the kitchen, he poured the two mugs of tea & handed you one as he grabbed the other & walked back to the bedroom. He cautiously placed you on the bed to make sure neither of you spilled the tea onto the soft white sheets. When he sat down on the bed, you immediately scooted over to him & cuddled up to him with his arm over your shoulders & your head buried in the crook of his neck. & you two just stayed like that for an uncountable amount of time.

Thank goodness you came back.

[dilfiam-afton]

Wily William

wily; skilled at gaining an advantage, especially deceitfully. 

William was just as manipulative as he was charming. Naturally, you, his beloved spouse would never grasp how horrid he is, due to being too emotionally dependent thanks to this charming mans skill to woo people. 

GENDER NEUTRAL

READER IS OF AGE

Possible TW for non-sexual nudity

Your friends, or well, at least the friends you had left now have been telling you how much of a manipulative sociopath your dear William is. Not once in your life did you seize to give their words second thoughts. Never. Not even when William asked you to cut those off who “badmouth him, trying to make you break up with him just for fun”..Oh how could you not tend to his request of ending multiple friendships when your lover, your beloved, looked at you with a worried expression; eyebrows furrowed, corners of his mouth weighing down heavily, titanium eyes laced with tears and worry that his precious Y/N would possibly consider ever leaving him, just because their friends told them to. “Yes, yes, he might be a little old-fashioned indeed-” you giggled at your friends` comment about your beloved, calling him out for treating you as his spouse like it was still the 1950s “but you do have to consider that William is old. It´s only natural for him to act this way since he was brought up like this! Plus, he´s a good provider and partner.”. Your friend just responded with a short huff, sipping on her coffee. You both perked up in surpsie when you heard a house key jiggle in the lock of the front door. He was back from work early! Your friend quickly thanked you for inviting her over and was swiftly seated in her car whilst you greeted William, who didn´t exactly seem happy about your... hospitality towards your friends.

 “Hello, my Darling.” you pecked his cheek and continued asking him about how his day went, whilst hanging his trenchcoat on a coat-hanger, neatly tucking it away in the garderobe and handing him his house slippers, storing his leather loafers in the shoe cabinet “how was your day?” “how was having someone over in my house without asking me first ?” you paused dead in your tracks. “Oh i´m so sorry, I didn´t think I needed your approval to have a friend over!” William quickly made his way to the dining room, where you and your friend have sat, chatting away whilst sipping on some coffee and each enjoying a slice of cake. “And then you even leave me to clean up after you and your silly friends!”. Something weird about William was that you could never exactly put a finger on how/what he was actually feeling, and as of now you were rather uncertain if he was mad or just disappointed. “No, please let me handle this!” you took the plates he had just picked up from his hands, letting your (in comparison to his) small hands and soft skin graze against his larger, calloused ones. In response, William just raised a brow at you, whilst you cleared up the table, loading the dirty dishes into the dish washer. “Why are you home so early today, Darling?” he sighed, a small, soft smile now gracing his sharp, masculine features “I figured, since it´s Friday perhaps I´d come home earlier, spend some quality time by myself for an hour or two, then I´d be free for anything you have on your mind.” good, his mood improved you thought to yourself. You smiled at him brightly “That´s lovely!! How about I run you a bath? So you can wash the stress of the week off you and just relax a little until I finish making dinner.” “Why yes that´d be lovely.”

You quickly ran off, preparing the master bathroom for your partners bath; lovingly laid out his usual “home outfit” which included a plain, black turtleneck, loose fitting black suit slacks and of course, his underwear as well as laying some fresh towels onto the heater so that when he gets out of the tub, they´ll be nice and warm for him as well as letting the tub fill up with water and adding his favorite bath salts. Hygiene was important for William indeed! You were soon caught off guard when you heard the rattle of a belt; William was getting undressed for the tub. That was your que to leave the man by himself: nobody likes being watched while bathing after all. “Thank you, my dear.”, William was never too physically affectionate. You nodded your head, flashing him a warm smile again before taking a quick glance of your partners body “HEY!!” older man giggled, making you squeal with both emberassment and amusement as you hurried out the bathroom giggling. 

Whilst William was bathing peacefully, you decided to start dinner and prepare his study; getting ready his cigar-cutter, already putting a whiskey decanter along with a whiskey glass¹ on his table until you hear him call your name. As independent, classy and how much of a loner William might be; sometimes he spends an insane amount of time with you. Like for example calling you into the bathroom while he´s taking a bath (when he´s done with his stuff like washimg himself, shaving etc) just to talk to you whilst he himself was just relaxing in the tub. 

“Yes?” you poke your head into the bathroom to not invade his privacy too much “come, sit..please?” so you went and sat on the (obviously closed!) toilet. “why were you so angry with me today?” you asked whilst eyeing your darling lovingly. “Well you see- I find it rather disrespectful to let someone into the home I pay for without consulting me first.” he raised a hand to his face, as if he was face-palming, “but perhaps I´m being too old fashioned, no? I´m sorry, my dear.”. Now your ears were burning up, you didn´t mean to make William think badly of himself after all. “No, it´s fine I was just wondering!” you assured him “when were you planning on getting out, by the way? Your skin is pruning up already, Darling.” you only asked because you wanted to change the subject and you were 100% sure he knew. “Oh? Well then I suppose now” William spoke while pulling the drain plug in the bathtub and making his way out of the tub. Per usual he shamelessly stood there, peacefully drying off in front of you. And per usual you were trying to focus just looking at his face, yet every now and then your gaze drops to scan his full body. William wasn´t exactly muscular, nor was he skinny. His thighs were plush yet still² held a thigh gap, and littered with reddish-brown and grey hairs, his shoulders were broad and well defined, just like his chest, which also held some hair, his arms were rather thick; even to strangers it would be obvious he has to lift heavy parts now his belly was the most adorable thing ever to you; it was slightly pudgy and it held a happy trail.down to his nether regions. William was more than perfect for you! You truly did love him. 

After Williams bath, eating dinner together and him enjoying his alone-time (reading a good book whilst having a nice cigar and enjoying some whiskey) you found yourself in bed, next to William. As you snuggled up to him, you decided to make some more conversation with him, he didn´t seem to mind. "Will?" "What is it? What's wrong, my dear?" he gently petted your head while you looked up at him. "Why don't you tell me about your childhood?" and oh boy, he did tell you about his childhood alright. After a while of William going into extreme detail of how his mother used to make all of his clothes by hand because they couldn't afford buying any, you zoned out.

You started to think about the fact that William was indeed still treating you as if it's the 1950s; he wants you to ask permission for many many things like for when you want to get your hair cut or dyed, or perhaps a piercing or tattoo or the way he expects you to cater to his every need as he is the one who brings home the money or how he once even spanked you (not in a sexual) because you disobeyed him. Your mind wandered and wandered, you giggled to yourself when you realized he practically fit into the typical "50s husband scheme" people have nowadays, just that he wasn't really abusive.

You came to the conclusion that your William wasn't manipulative, nor was he possesive nor abusive just old fashioned.

Poor, poor, clueless Y/N.

1. Drinking fancy whiskey and smoking cigars is such a clichè old man thing, and I LOVE it. William is a classy, fancy man in my opinion and so is drinking (good) whiskey and smoking cigars.

2. I basically described squid_nuudel's design of William. (6simp_nuudel9 on instagram)

[aweirdfan101]

I wanted to ask if you could do a female y/n and Winston Loomis just going on a date together, I think Winston will be very shy, and I also think Winston would wear soft bookworm outfit, and make sure to drink water and sleep well for yourself!

Awwww. Of course, dearie! I really like Winston and to be honest I think he’s adorable! I hope you enjoy this! And thank you so much for the sweet words :)

Warnings: None! Just a lot of fluff!

Type of writing: Fanfiction! No smut! Just a lot of fluff

Characters: Winston Loomis(VTSOM), and Fem!Reader!

About: Winston Loomis and you go on a sweet date!

A Beautiful Flower Blooming (Winston Loomis x Fem!Reader)

It was a gorgeous day out, despite the soft rain. The pitter patter on the window in the cafe you were in was calming. The most important part of this day, was the man sitting in front of you, it made you smile. His presence in general was enough to make you happy. His dark green trenchcoat looked soft and fuzzy.

“You look beautiful… I… I’m very happy to be here with you today…” Winston had a faint red on his cheeks, he was shy, but you could tell he was genuinely happy to be there with you too. Winston had ordered some coffee, it didn’t have any sweetener and was full black. It probably tasted more like battery acid in your opinion.

You smiled at his compliment. “Aww… well thank you, I remember the first time I heard you speak I was shocked… I didn’t exactly expect you to have a voice…” You said, a little chuckle escaping your lips. Winston smiled as well, he was always so stiff, but with you, he softened, a side of him he never shown to anyone, just you would he relax with. “Ah… yes… I never had much to say… And even now I struggle to just call you by your name instead of madam…”

Suddenly Winston blushed. “I love you, madam… Even now I like to say it… To me it makes me feel like I’m showing you the respect and love you deserve…” Winston said, his voice slightly quieter. His words were sweet and they could put anyone at ease… and he was saying them to you. You were his everything, you made him happy.

“Thank you Winston… that’s… very sweet of you. You’re really a sweetheart… you know that right?” Winston smiled at your comment. He loved your voice, he loved hearing your ranting, rambling, whatever you wanted to say he wanted to hear. “Thank you… Y/n… You’re a sweetheart yourself… But… I wouldn’t exactly say I’m a sweetheart… I feel quite rude sometimes actually.” Winston has a small frown on his face.

“Winston we can all be rude at times. That doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. We all make mistakes and.. that’s okay… I wish more people knew that.” You say, taking a sip of your hot chocolate after. Winston’s cheeks reddened. “I… Thank you… I needed to hear that…”

After a while of the two of you chatting over your drinks in the cafe, the sweet atmosphere making the two of you be cheesy, and Winston opening up a small bit. You were holding his hand as he walked you back to your house. It was beginning to become evening and he used the excuse of wanting you to be safe so he could be by your side. Though he genuinely wanted to see you come home safe too.

“You’re a lot more romantic than I thought, Winston… We should go out more often.” You said, a smile on your lips, the date was lovely. In your mind at least. Winston blushed and smiled, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “Yeah… it was… a-and you were lovely too! Y-you’re always lovely actually…” Winston stuttered a bit, he did have a bit of a stutter at times, but you would never make him feel bad for it. Winston knew that.

The two of you approached your house. Winston smiled and he gently held your hand as he stood in front of you, he wasn’t overly tall, but definitely a little taller than you. His thumb gently rubbed the palm of your hand. “I really appreciate you going out with me tonight… your company was… better than anyone else’s…” Winston said, blushing a tad bit, but happy.

“Aw… well thank you, Winston. You little sweetheart!” You said, letting out a small chuckle. Winston took a deep breath and his lips parted a bit. He clearly wanted to say something, and finally the words came out. “C-can… can I kiss you?” Winston asked, you blushed and smiled. “Yes Winston… you may…”

Winston was surprised, but he happily leaned down and pressed his lips gently against yours. The kiss soft and innocent as he gently wrapped his arms around you. He reluctantly pulled away after the holding the kiss for a few seconds. He smiled and so did you. A warm air was around you, despite the rain. Maybe it was the love you felt for him, and his love for you. “I love you, Winston…” You said, smiling at him lovingly. “I love you, too…” Winston said. Giving you one final hug.

“The date was lovely… Let’s do this again sometime…”

[bibookmerm]

New coworker (any pronouns) is cool. I was chatting with her, but I feel sick, so I said I wanted to go lay down somewhere. Mentioned it but we were still talking. Debating the best hiding places to lay down on the clock. And what would happen if we got caught napping. "they'd fire you instantly and you would wake up outside" lol. Anyway, I was standing there wondering how to politely end the conversation to go hide and not nap.

Then they said. "I'm going to say something. Please don't take this as me thinking you're annoying, you're not. And you don't have to go, please feel free to stay over here if you want. But if I'm reading your body language correctly, you want to leave. So you're allowed to do that and I'm not offended. Sorry, do I sound crazy? Did I misinterpret you?"

and like holy shit. that was the best thing my 3 anxiety disorders in a trenchcoat self has ever heard. So clear! So kind! Giving me an out WHILE explaining that I did nothing wrong? I was so happy they explained it just like that. And from the "sorry if I sound crazy" comment, I'm guessing she talks like this because this is how they wish people would talk to them, too. He even said "I say this because I would feel anxious in your place". And then because I quickly determined our brains are wired similarly from this interaction, I reassured her, "yeah I get you. it's ok. You did good saying all that. I totally understand, thanks!" before finding a dark corner to not sleep in until my break. THAT WAS SO COOL.

It's such a tiny thing but I'm so used to being eaten alive by anxiety over a thousand trivial things every day that this was a breath of fresh air. I don't require constant reassurance, and I don't think it would be reasonable to ask for that from every person in every moment. Or even half the time. You know? But this was really nice.

[amarynthian-chronicles]

Thank you so much for the tag darling @ping-ski and @midnight-mourning and @luckyyyduckyyy !!! I am so grateful for all of the wonderful and whimsically delightful friends I have made in the DCA community this year, all of you have been such a source of joy and there has been endless love and support unlike any other fandom I had ever seen, we are like one big silly family in the castle full of celestial jesters that we play with every day. I am so happy and grateful to have met all of you dear friends and I hope for us all to have an even better year of 2025

@voidofthesupernovae @sparrolina @lets-zofifi-stuff @ravenwriter16 @robinette-green @starriegalaxy @bearitt-creations @kinshenewa @amymaleneart @lemmonesandblues06 @midnight-mourning @luckyyyduckyyy @ping-ski @anis-sketches @rambunctioustoons @sinister-sincerely @crafty-little-crow @croissantlover24 @amphiptere-art

@r3g-p14y3r @gyxtar0luvs @capring @trixxstrawberry @lurking-loaf @trenchcoat-full-of-snails @eggcromancer @itsmuffiiee @flowysgonemad @overly-dramatic-artist @cosmic-quakes @way2gosuperrstarr @sun-e-chips

@chat-rivary @furbyeggs @anonymousmouse556 @sulfadimethoxine @rosescarletful @baaaa-king @wyervan @biggiesnails @monsteractiasluna @angyy-chipsy @aquacomet @erarousfire @vivian-violet @modellingispainge @clockworkmemoriies @darlingdeer21

I apologize if I had forgotten someone, I love all of you and all of you are dear to me!!!!!!!

GOOOOOODMORNING SHEEPLE

It's the last day of 2024!!!!

So I gotta ask, who made your 2024 better? :]

For me it's all these weirdos /aff💕

@moldy-beans @nebula-remnants @ghostermctoaster @beetle-fettle @maxxzophone @111daebud @loony2star @0-rosa-draws-0 @hexcii @linafoxoficial @sunny-inajar @queencj09 @stxrlight09 @birdyjellyfish @bigsillyyyy @biggiesnails

SORRY IF I MISSED ANYONE I'll probably add to it later 💥😭

[spaceyflowerswriting]

idk if ur reqs r open but!!!here we go!!! could i have some hcs of johan, jake, gun and eli with a s/o whos like, much taller than them n also kinda beefy? hope ur having a great day <33

lookism boys with a taller, buff s/o

details: gender neutral reader but written in 2nd pov, reader has been dating character for a while

a/n: still open <3 i'll make it clear on my pinned post/description if requests are closed :] + here's your request, hope u like it! and i hope ur having a great day, too 💖

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johan

> he doesn't think much of your muscles; he's seen muscular people before, what's the big deal? your height, actually. your height is the big deal.

> okay, well, not really, but he's not a big fan of people taller than him because it gives him that funny feeling short people usually have of "how DARE you be taller than me" (also gets embarrassed hates having to tiptoe to kiss you)

> he gets used to it, though. and he's a pretty tall guy himself (at least he looks like it?) but because you're taller, he does use it as an advantage to have you grab things he can't reach

> ...not that he'll admit that or anything. just please don't tease him unless you want to see him blush ^_^

> anyways he still acknowledges your beefiness and the work done to keep them. he likes inviting you to exercise with him <3

> exercise isn't as monotone with you around, even if you two don't talk. it's having your presence around that warms his heart and also makes it less lonely for him! jogging in the quiet morning while the sun rises is his favorite thing to do

> gets flustered if you wear tank tops or anything similar~

jake

> "tall and muscular, eh? we're pretty similar!"

> the first time he met you, he appreciated your muscles and was shocked when he realized you were taller than him. jerry is one of the few people taller than him,, time to add you to the list!

> enjoys comparing muscles and generally checking in on you ^_^ if you want to get buffer or wish to stay where you're at, he's supportive <3

> loves using your height + his height to be annoying. especially when it comes to taking up space or him convincing you to (unless you're also in on it lol) tease shorter big deal members

> just to be ridiculous, has had you both do the two people in a trenchcoat thing before at least twice LOL (with him having you sit on his shoulders unless you're strong enough to carry him and don't mind hiding in the coat)

> people are so jealous of y'all; tall as hell, attractive couple!! power duo!!

> glad to be the small spoon for once~ but he'll still make you the small spoon occasionally!

gun

> he acknowledges a good physique when he sees one, but to him, it's all just for show unless you can fight

> if you can't, that's fine, but he will offer to teach! bare minimum self defense, at least. and if you accept, he's more than happy to teach/spar with you

> your taller height is of no issue to him. just don't tease him too much about him being the shorter one, he already has to deal with goo who apparently is an inch or so taller (according to fandomwiki 😭)

> sort of has a certain expectation set up for what kind of physical stuff you can do. not in a bad way, in a, "i know you are capable of carrying these, come back and assist me in moving them around" way lol

> your muscular appearance is a bit comforting to him. he doesn't feel like he has to worry so much about your safety (from his... millions of enemies lol) if you're at least physically capable of running away/fighting back a little

> if you invite him to workout with you, he'll accept ^_^ he doesn't really invite you to workout with him mainly because his workouts are some insane, very draining shit but like. he doesn't mind chatting while exercising with you sitting nearby either <3

> sharing clothes !! he makes your mildly oversized clothes look great on him and he likes the way his clothes are form fitting on you~

eli

> this man is the last guy ever to judge someone by appearance so that definitely applies to when he's looking for a partner, too i.e. he never thought much about how you looked, only how you presented yourself

> let's just say you had a great presentation because you scored yourself eli as a boyfriend <3

> he'd love you no matter what but he is pretty glad you have muscles/strength. now yenna has two strong parents!!

> by the way, he still worries over you. even if you can fight to defend yourself, eli is just a worrisome person who wants his loved ones to be okay at all times

> doesn't blink an eye at your height. it's actually kind of refreshing to him because people are either so short he has to look downwards so much it hurts his neck or they're around his height. so, having to look up a bit is new and nice to him :] (i mean if you're that much taller than him then i guess it's just the short people problem but now he's looking upwards... oh well 😭)

> thinks it's cute whenever you kind of have to bend down a bit to kiss him <3

> loves the way you make him feel when you hug him! it's like you're a blanket and he's safe in your arms~

[imhereformysciencefriends]

Got any dream smp classpect headcanons you want to share with the class?

Would I!

Technoblade is the Page of Blood, hands down, though at a glance he can look like a Bard. His heavy flips between fierce loyalty and violent rage can seem capacious on the surface, but in truth that is simply the Potential of his bonds. He bonds deeply and thoroughly, enough that being friends with him means he'll protect you against dozens of people, outfit you with gear and belongings, and hide you even when he is Obviously Lying, but to betray his loyalty is to Cut Him Deep. He feels the severence of bonds SO much more strongly than others, and takes betrayal to be the greatest attack on his person that there is, simply due to his aspect.

Phil is an Heir of Breath, you know it in your heart that he is. He Embodies all of Breath's finest qualities: freedom, fluidity, and a go with the flow attitude. He's happy to play along with whatever the people around him are doing, whether that be rebuilding L'manberg after his son destroyed it, founding an anarchist syndicate, or even just farming turtles. When the butcher army came for him, they didn't come for his life, but his freedom. They put the ankle monitor on him and shackled him. Plus he deliberately chose Zephyr as his code name the guy's got wings and wind motifs for days.

Niki I think would either be Maid of Hope or Sylph of Rage. She is lovely, she who sewed the flag and bakes bread and grows flowers. She who wears overalls and goes on picnics and makes cakes for people's birthdays, even if they have not treated her with full fairness. But she is also so deeply, furiously angry, she who pulled the tattered trenchcoat from her best friends corpse and who told Schlatt she hopes he starves. She who burnt the tree and dug so low and built frantically and tried to kill a child. She is so good and kind and a Facilitator of Hope when things are good, but when she is Hurting there is nothing there but ugly, wretched Rage. So yeah ngl stan Niki she could go either way.

Ranboo I think would be Mage of Void. He's forgetful, tries to minimize his presence, offers little resistance to the influence or control of those around him, but for all his youth and inexperience there are times he is quite wise. There's also the whole Thing with the Enderwalker. But I'm one of those people that firmly believes the Enderwalker is not a bad thing, just another facet of Ranboo's self he must Learn about, and then Embrace. Also, this one's pretty much based off Vibes ngl.

Anyway I don't have energy to do more than the syndicate in one post but if you have specific characters you want me to chat abt feel free to send em in

[trenchcoatsbi]

Happy five months to the Trenchcoat!!

psstt check out the stuff under the cut there’s more art and it’s pretty cool stuff if i do say so myself

Hi so I’ve been meaning to draw anons, like for fun and my enrichment (<- i really like drawing things for people i like) and uh that sketching session I had like three days did net me a lot of terrible awful rough sketches I could work off of, so i kinda just bit the bullet and started doing shit. so uh yeah that’s why there’s bonus drawings this go around for the blogiversary! There’s 2 more bonus drawings on the way btw!! I just did not have the spoons (or the ability to keep my joints normal enough) to be drawing long enough everyday to finish four full drawings from scratch with multiple characters in each, so the other two will be posted in the next few daysish hopefully…

sorry to anyone not included in one of these/in the other two I did try my best to remember as many of our frequent askers as possible but a lot of the anons who haven’t been chatting recently kinda just got buried by the qsmp folks lol…. speaking of the qsmp yall are pretty much the reason there’s group drawings and not just all silly doodles like the one with me and Vale (<- which i technically drew last month and could’ve posted at literally anytime but shh that doesn’t matter). I mean group drawings are not easy either but fucking hell you guys are three drawings all on your own…

I had to try so hard not to ask you guys what you looked like since I wanted this to be a surprise and since I just made up designs for the most parts here's who's in the bonuses!

Bonus 1:

Vale (🌾🪶 anon)

Bonus 2:

official-big-q

llulah anon (twice technically lol)

wilbur (ethercollective)

bad & foolish (itty-bitty-ferns)

q!pac anon

Bonus 3 (I might repost this drawing later with edited shading. it's too dark looking at it on my computer screen ugh i hate how colors look different on different screens):

💙🐏 anon

🦁⛰️ anon

Voidling anon

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Hello! Hope you are doing well, it’s my first time requesting so I’m kinda scared-

I saw that requests were open (unfortunately I don’t know how that even work lol) so I just assumed it was here

Basically I was thinking about the fact I see so much fics about gamer!bf but never gamer!gf, so I was wondering if you could do headcannons or something about Kazutora with a gamer!gf (fluff or smut)

Hope I did what I actually had to do to request, anyways I hope you have a great day <3

Kazutora x Gamer!Reader

♡ SFW and NSFW, fem reader, gf!reader, fluff, reader has a PC, a gaming system (like PlayStation or Xbox), and a switch, oral->fem receiving, fingering, exhibitionism ♡

note: heyy girlie, you definitely did it right lol 🩷 thanks for requesting and I hope you have a good day too

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SFW

🐯 Helps you set up a gaming room, including building shelves for a bunch of decorative stuff you want to display (he almost broke one because the instructions were unclear)

🐯 Watches you play regardless of what game you're playing, he just likes watching you while you're in your element

🐯 Lets you teach him about the games you play, he loves hearing about the history of different games

🐯 Lays his head in your lap while you play animal crossing, he thinks the game is cute and relaxing (he's practically begging you to get the tiger villagers 😭)

NSFW

🐯 Eats you out while you play, which usually ends with you losing or not finishing whatever game you were playing and tangling your fingers in his hair instead

🐯 Likes playing games that make the controller vibrate, just so he can put his controller between your legs and lose on purpose to make it vibrate

🐯 Fingers you while you're playing games with your friends that use voice chat, he loves seeing you try not to whine while talking

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Taglist

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[weallpartyatybcpatricksfuneral]

I'll be making this into a long fic, but for now I chose to keep it short. Hermitcraft x Dream SMP crossover

Title: button

Grian sat down at the oak wood table, brow furrowed. Another day, another failed attempt to reconnect to Hermitcraft. The strange glitch that had caused the border to fall in the first place must have been repaired, for the world border was back up and running. His communicator didn’t work outside of his home server, and Phil’s crows (who insisted on following the man everywhere, and who Phil had put up to the task of flying between the severs, trying to gather intel on the border glitch and if people were trying to find him) haven’t delivered any news. 

    The builder glanced out the window as the sun set over the horizon. Past that was Hermitcraft. His home. What was Mumbo doing? Scar? Iskall? Xisuma? How was the war progressing without him? Did anyone notice his absence? No, Grian, don’t get sad. Happy thoughts only...Happy thoughts. 

    “Grain!” 

    Torn away from his thoughts, Grian looked up to see Philza, his dark grey wings fluffed up in distress. “Wil’s sent a letter.” The avian said, holding up a piece of paper. 

    “Well, that’s good!” Phil had been under extreme stress these past couple of days since Wilbur hadn’t sent a letter in weeks and the past few he had sent were...concerning, to say the least. “What’s it say?” 

    Another letter should have been a relief, but from the look on Phil’s face, Grian concluded that this letter was everything except relief.

    “It’s just a date, time, and coordinates. November 16th, noon, with a set of coords in L’Manberg…” Phil’s voice trailed off as his dark emerald eyes scanned the page, over and over, as if he were looking for more writing than just a simple date. 

    “That’s tomorrow, innit?” Grian questioned, trying to distract the man from his distress. That’s how Grian ignored his. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. “I mean, you’ll be able to see your sons, check up on Wil?” 

    “Something doesn’t feel right about this, Grain.” Even after all this time together, Phil still called him Grain. Grian stifled a laugh, as it wasn’t the appropriate time to giggle. “His last few letters concerned me. He mentioned something in his last one about 11 and a half stacks of TNT.” Phil looked Grian dead in the eye and whispered, “Grain, I think Wilbur is going to blow L’Manberg!” 

    “But why?” Grian attempted to rationalize with the distraught Phil, who was now pacing across the room making stressed-out bird noises. “He won the election, shouldn’t he be content with that?” This type of stuff never happened on Hermitcraft. There were never serious talks of blowing up anyone’s builds, much less an entire country! The only time TNT is used is in pranks, and they always helped clean up after. 

    “You clearly don’t know Wilbur...He’s a force of chaos, I’ll tell you that. A creative little shit who always comes up with new ways to get what he wants. If he wants L’Manberg gone, then he’ll go to crazy lengths to achieve that goal.”

    Silence fell. 

    “We need to get to L’Manberg. Now. It’s about a day’s flight from here, and we need to leave now if we want to get there as fast as fucking possible.” Phil tucked the letter into the pocket of his dark green kimono and flexed his wings. Unlike Grian, who used the sleek and slim elytra to fly about, Philza had a pair of actual feathery wings. Upon arrival, Phil explained that he was a bird hybrid, also known as an avian. He had feathers on the sides of his face and neck with elfish ears. Back on Hermitcraft, every member of the server was human. 

Grian and Phil started out on their journey north, towards the world border of Dream SMP. The sun had risen, and the world border was in sight. Phil stated that Dream, the apparent Admin of the server, had agreed to let up the border for a few seconds to let Phil and Grian inside. Phil took a rest on a tree, breathing heavily after hours of non-stop flight.  

“You alright, Big P?” If Phil could nickname him Grain, Grian would nickname him as well. A smile twinged across Phil’s face. 

“Ahh...You sound so much like my youngest, Tommy. He says that to people too. You remind me of him so much. Right down to your red shirt and the aura of pure, unbridled chaos you emit.” 

Both men laughed. Grian really enjoyed Phil’s laugh, and despite how giggly and giddy the avian usually was, it had been a few days since he had last heard him laugh. Wilbur’s lack of letters had really spooked him. 

“Will you stay?” 

“Hmm?” 

“In L’Manberg. I mean, it’s closer to your sons.” 

Phil shrugged and drank a potion of strength, and stood. 

“I might, depending on what happens. If my theory is correct, and Wilbur is going to blow the place up, then I’ll probably stay. Just to help him out and help clean up y’know? Maybe I’ll be able to convince him to come home. Before you got here, I was...really lonely.” 

“Well, you won’t be lonely anymore! Since I can’t return home yet, I’ll be your friend so you don’t have to be lonely!” 

“Thanks, Grain.” 

“You’re welcome, Big P!” 

The two rose and started to fly towards the world border. Maybe Grian could make a new home on Dream SMP. The builder already started making plans for an epic build, having a vague idea in his head. However, he would have to inspect the landscapes available to see what his block palette would be and what style his build would be. Grian thought of his mansion back home and wanted to build something similar to remember it. 

“Oi! Grain! You there mate?” 

Grian shook his head as he was, again, dragged from his daydreams by Phil. They had arrived at the world border. “I’ve sent word to Dream, he should be letting us in soon.” 

“Alrighty! What kind of base do you want to build if you stay?”

    Phil just shrugged. “Eh. Don’t know just yet. Don’t want to start anything too ambitious, like a Hardcore project.” 

Grian kept forgetting that this man held the world record for the longest Hardcore run. Phil was only 5”4 and didn’t look that intimidating. He looked loving and fatherly, and Grian considered Phil to be like a father to him. But the man was a dedicated Hardcore player, and could easily take Grian down in a fight. It scared him, sometimes, about how little he actually knew about Phil. 

“Alright, mate, let’s go.” The blue striped border had been removed by the mysterious admin, and the two flew into Dream SMP. Grian felt a buzz from his communicator and pulled it from his pocket. 

<Grian joined the game>  

<Ph1LzA joined the game> 

Unlike in Hermitcraft, when a member joins the server (especially a new member), the entire chat would be flooded with ‘hello!’ messages. However, on the Dream SMP, there were one or two directed at Phil. How peculiar. Phil went silent as they flew over the woods and forest. In the distance, Grian could see what appeared to be a city. That must be L’Manberg. It wasn’t as big or as grand as some builds on Hermitcraft, heck his own base would have taken up over half of the area if he lived there. On a tall pole lay what Grian assumed was the flag of L’Manberg, inky black, with a fiery red arch and X. Interesting design. Phil didn’t go into the city, however, he flew towards the coordinates that Wilbur had written in his letter, his brow furrowed. Fireworks crackled and popped throughout L’Manberg. 

Grian landed with Phil, in front of a small tunnel that bore deep into a hill that was just outside the country. 

“It’s now or never. Grain, stay behind me.” Phil tucked the letter away and led Grian through the tunnel, and into a compact stone room. Carved into the wall were words. No, not just words. Lyrics. 

I heard there was a special place, 

where men could go and emancipate. 

From the brutality and tyranny of their rulers. 

Well, this place was real, you needn’t fret, 

With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, fuck Eret. 

It’s a very big place, not blown up L’Manberg. 

MY L’MANBERG

MY L’MANBERG

MY L’MANBERG…

Those lyrics were carved all over the stone walls, and in the middle, was a stone button. In front of that button, was Philza’s eldest son, Wilbur. 

Grian had never actually seen Wilbur before, only in an old picture of when Phil, Wilbur, and Phil’s other two sons, Tommy and Technoblade, won MCC 4. In that picture, Wilbur wore a cute yellow sweater with a brown beanie, with a shimmering smile on his face. 

The man that stood before them now was not that person. It couldn’t be. Wilbur stood, hunched over a stone button, whispering to himself. He donned a brown trenchcoat and ditched the beanie. 

“What are you doing?” Phil asked.

Wilbur turned to face them. His eyes had no emotion in them, his smile no longer shimmered. Standing before them was an insane man. 

“I will admit,” Wilbur said. His voice sent a chill down Grian’s spine, “Do you know what this is? What this button is?” Phil’s speculations appeared to be true. Wilbur was trying to destroy L’Manberg. 

“Uh huh. I do.” How, how could Phil be so calm? 

“Have you heard the song? The song on the walls?” Wilbur’s fingers gently ran over the words ‘MY L’MANBERG’. His eye twitched, “I was just making a big point you know? About how there was a special place, it was a special place. But that's not there anymore.” Wil’s voice lowered to a hush. 

“It is there, Wil, it's out there.” 

“PHIL I’M ALWAYS SO CLOSE TO PRESSING THIS BUTTON! I’VE BEEN HERE LIKE SEVEN OR EIGHT TIMES--” Voices from above cut Wilbur off. Grian could hear footsteps above them. Wilbur turned his eyes to the stone ceiling and lowered his voice. “Oh they're going to come…I need to block this off.” Wilbur hastily piled blackstone bricks in the doorway, which not only sealed whoever “they” were out, but also sealed Grian, Phil, and Wilbur in.

“Oh Phil...I’ve been here so many times.” 

Numerous fireworks exploded outside. 

<Tubbo_ went off with a bang due to a firework fired from [Rocket Launcher] by Technoblade> 

“Oh they’re fighting, they’re fighting…” WIlbur whispered, sounding tired. 

“And you just want to...to blow it all up? You fought so hard for this land, Wilbur, and you just want to...destroy it all?” Phil tried to reason.

“I don’t even know if the button works anymore, Phil, I could press it, and it might--”

“Do you want to risk it? There is a lot of TNT potentially connected to that button.” 

Wilbur seemed to hear him. His breathing got heavier as he returned to that hunched over position over the stone button. What was this place? Nothing serious ever happened on Hermitcraft. There were no seriously high stakes, there were no serious threats, no serious danger. It was all in good fun. 

“There...there was a saying, Phil...by, uh, by a traitor. Once part of L’Manberg, don’t know if you ever heard of Eret, but he had a saying.” 

Wilbur looked up at Phil. Grian could see the familiar resemblance between the two, they shared emerald green eyes. 

“It was never meant to be.” Wilbur whispered that phrase, and pressed the stone button. 

[lovevalley45]

#fictober21 day two

"I've waited for this."

fandom: legends of tomorrow

wc: 652 words

It wasn’t the first time Zari’s times with the Legends had brought her face to face with someone from her past. There had been the trip to DJ S’mores time on DaThrone. Then there was the awkward trip that took them a few years before she left when she ran into LesLay and had to lie about why she looked so different from the Zari who had just hired her.

But this wasn’t a mission to her time. It was a simple stopover in Central City to handle some business with the Flash, and Zari had intended to join Nate on a dalliance outside the ship.

She certainly hadn’t expected to see John Constantine, walking down the street like nothing had happened.

Zari had noticed him, but she didn’t say anything until Nate nudged her and said, “Hey, does that look like John to you?”

“Who?” she asked.

He pointed to him. “That. That trenchcoat.” Nate turned. “John!”

She hoped he hadn’t heard, or that he would ignore them, or that even it wasn’t him and they were just confusing him with some other blonde on the street in a trenchcoat. But John turned and gave that grin she’d learned to live without.

Telling the others he was alive but wouldn’t be coming back to them was one of the hardest things Zari had had to do. And she’d just had to sit through Sara and Ava’s wedding thinking her boyfriend was dead. God, she wished it hadn’t been so hard. So many shitty guys and it was John fucking Constantine to wreck her shit.

He walked up to join them, as if nothing had changed. “What brings you blokes back to the present?” he asked.

“Crossover business,” Nate said with disdain. “Z and I were doing a coffee run, but the Flash could get his own coffee if they’re that desperate. How about a little catch up?”

Zari hit his arm, just enough to make him wince. “Well, we don’t want to keep the team waiting too long,” she told him, pointedly ignoring John.

“It’ll be quick.”

John chuckled. “I think I’ll have to pass too. As much as I’d love to choke down you Americans’ excuse for tea and chat about your latest shenanigans, I’ve got work to do.”

She just wanted to watch him go. But something took hold of her.

“Nate, how about you go ahead and I’ll catch up?” Zari said.

Nate glanced at John, then at her. “Yeah. The line’s probably long anyways.” With that, he made a hasty retreat, giving them a moment to themselves.

“It’s been a long time,” she said. “And not even a text, or any sort of call, or-“

“I said I had to walk my own way, Zari-“

“And what? Not even say goodbye to the rest of the team? We were stuck in the 20s for months, and you disappeared without a trace.”

John scowled. “I’m done with the Legends, and you know that.”

“I’m not asking you to come back,” Zari said. “I just think I would have preferred it if you stayed dead.”

It wasn’t true. They both knew it, but it hurt him, and he didn’t try to hide it.

“We knew we wouldn’t have a happy ending,” John responded. “I’m sorry, love.”

She walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. Carefully, she placed a kiss on his cheek, feeling his stubble one last time. “Goodbye, John.”

As she turned to walk away, he said, “You know, I’ve waited for this.”

“What?” she asked, meeting his gaze as he smiled at her.

“For that goodbye kiss.”

“Well, you better cherish it. Because this is the last time.”

Zari strided to catch up with Nate, that wound in her heart torn open again.

It wasn’t the first time she’d run into an ex with the Legends. But it certainly was the most painful.

[cafedanslanuit]

Sure! I loved writing these, hope you like them <3 Also, here’s the Dabi + Shigaraki relationship headcanons SFW & NSFW

|| SFW ||

Keigo would want your relationship to stay hidden from the media and the Hero Public Safety Commission. They have access to almost everything he is, does and owns, so he rather keep them away from you. He wouldn’t want them interfering with something he really cares about.

Your relationship with him grew organically, there was no formal question asked. You had kept bumping into each other at random places, so after thinking you were very attractive, he asked for your number. You thought it was a joke because why would the Numer Two Hero actually give you his real number, but hey, that same night he texted you. Months after him stopping by your place to eat take out and chat about everything and nothing, he kissed you.

You did your best not to interpret his kiss as anything more than that but a couple of weeks of kissing later, he referred to you as “his girl” once he was teasing you through text and you just knew.

His favourite kind of dates is sitting on your living room floor and eating take-out (preferably something with chicken). You chat until it’s past midnight and then go to sleep or watch a movie until both of you do.

Keigo’s favourite sleeping position is him on top of you, resting his head between your neck and chest. He loves when you fall asleep caressing his wings. He also likes sleeping on his side, but his arm always ends up in a strange position when he tries to spoon you.

He loves making playlists. He has a playlist for almost every occasion. Once, you were sitting down on the floor after having dinner and he suddenly asked you to dance. You expected some silly music, probably the one you would hear at a nightclub, especially when he turned the lights off, the only light coming from the moon peeking through your open window. You were pleasantly surprised when he pressed play and took you in his arms, slow-dancing to probably the corniest but also most beautiful playlist you’ve ever heard. Your love for him only grew when, after a bunch of songs, you took his phone to pause it and realized Keigo named the playlist after you.

Has a habit of sending one of his red feathers flying through the sky until it reaches your always open living room window. It’s a reminder he’s thinking about you even if he’s not around and you always smile whenever you find one of those.

While on public he’s always smiling, agreeing to selfies and signing autographs, his social battery tends to drain out when he’s at your place. Sometimes he wants to be with you, but he doesn’t really want to talk. He’ll just watch TV on the couch or take a nap on your bed. You’re more than welcome to join him, though, but please don’t talk. He just needs to feel you there without the need of having to fill the silence with words.

It’s very important you understand both of his sides. It’s not that his Hawks persona is entirely fake, he really likes making cheeky comments and teasing you until your whole face is burning. But he also lives a very complicated life, not only as a hero but also because of the way he was raised, to serve the Hero Public Safety Commission and do what he’s told to do. Behind his TV smiles, there’s a kid who lost his childhood and one of the things he loves about you is that, with the small amount of information he’s managed to tell you so far, you’ve understood the depth of his character and learnt when to give him space and when to cuddle him with a big grin.

Keigo’s philosophy is always oriented to the greater good, so he has a problem with putting himself first. His choices will always go to which one will bring peace to the world in the most immediate manner. That’s one of his main issues when you two start dating. You’ve taught him that is okay to choose himself from time to time, but it’s difficult to change what he’s been taught at such a young age. This will lead to him missing dates or taking on missions he doesn’t really want to do just because the Hero Public Safety Council tells him to do so.

One of your favourite bird-like characteristics of him is the fact that Keigo likes to collect little items from each one of his favourite dates with you. He has a drawer filled with folded-up receipts, a couple of taps of soda bottles, the extra disposable chopsticks the restaurant had accidentally sent you the first night you ate together at your place, a pen from the hotel where you two had spent a night under fake names with the help of a wig and the tape you used to hide Hawks wings under a trenchcoat. You sometimes wonder if your missing earrings are there as well.

Your least favourite one is the fact he’s always up at ungodly hours of the morning, no matter which time he went to bed. He’s learnt to stay on the bed until you wake up, though. Sometimes, he will wake you up with a trail of kisses from your neck to your shoulder. Other times, he will find a more creative way...

|| NSFW ||

Yes, you guessed it. There have been times where you have woken up, feeling Keigo’s erection grazing the back of your thighs. When you do, you tend to turn around and kiss him, but sometimes you decide to play with him a little. You will play-pretend to be asleep, trying to cover your smile when Keigo, quickly catching on, jokingly laments you’re still asleep. “Aw, I wanted to play with my baby bird” he will say, softly playing with your nipples and leaving small kisses on your shoulder. “Too bad she’s still asleep. Maybe… there’s a way I can wake her up…” he says, as he slowly pushes himself inside your already wet core.

Keigo only has to modes: animalistic, rough sex or quiet, caring sex. There are times he’s going to take you on all fours, his fist grabbing your hair from behind and other times he will lay between your thighs, grunting against your neck, his hands settled on your waist as you circle his hips with your legs.

There are a lot of fun times, though. Sometimes you’re riding him while he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and one bad movement bends his cock. You both groan at the pain as you quickly remove yourself, but end up laughing so much it takes a while before you can resume your previous activity. He also never lets you forget the time you accidentally fell off the bed while he was taking you sideways and thrusted particularly hard.

One of his favourite things to do is sitting you on the kitchen counter, kneeling between your thighs and eating you out. He loves leaving you hanging, stopping just before you’re about to come and have you beg him to bring his mouth back on you.

Keigo also really likes overstimulating you. Once he lets you come, he’ll keep his mouth on your folds, wanting to see how many times he can make you come.

He’s all up for pleasing you. He really liked when you comfortable enough with him to tell him what kinks you wanted to try out. You set out a whole night for exploring. It started with spanking and somehow it ended up with you dropping hot wax on his chest. Even if most of the things you tried out didn’t stick, it was probably the most intimate night you two had, laughing when you discovered the wax had stained your sheets and him accidentally swallowing the Halls candy he had on his mouth while eating you out.

I can see Keigo being really into role-playing. He especially enjoys situations where he’s in control and you’re more than happy to give it go him. You haven’t experimented too much into this, but he definitely loves face-fucking you, seeing the tears running down your cheeks.

One day, you were coming out of the shower and felt really confident in how you looked. Knowing you had a date with Keigo that night, you snapped a nude photo of yourself kneeling with your legs wide open on your bed in front of the mirror. You grinned to yourself when you got a text back: “fuuuuuuck. you’re a whole course meal, baby. can’t wait for tonight”. Your giddiness stopped when that night, as you opened the door for him, you saw a bruise on his forehead. Concerned, you asked him about it, only to laugh loudly when he explained he had crashed into a lamppost when he opened your message.

[bluesylveon2]

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Summary: Hange Zoe goes to a bar and listens to a mystery man’s song

A/N: I suck at summaries btw. This is my first attempt at writing angst and I appreciate any feedback. I recommend listening to Anne Murray’s Killing Me Softly With His Song (found here). It will help you understand my intended tone for the fic and Hange’s emotions. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Attack on Titan is a manga/anime series written by Hajime Isayama and published by Kondasha. The song, Killing Me Softly with His Song, is performed by Anne Murray.

It was a cold winter night in Paradis City. It was quiet, peaceful, and empty, a perfect atmosphere for Hange Zoe, especially on a day like today.

The street lights flickered now and then. The chilly wind blew in Hange’s direction, causing her ponytail to move around, and she pulled her tan trenchcoat closer to her body. She rubbed her gloved hands together to keep herself warm. Her boots clicked on the pavement as she sauntered her way to her destination.

Every Friday, a small bar named Wall Maria would host a karaoke night for their patrons to join. Hange started frequenting this place for seven months now. She was having a horrible day and was walking down the street when she accidentally ran into this bar. She walked in only to get a drink when she heard one of the patrons singing. Hange later found out about the karaoke night from some regulars and started visiting the bar every week. 

This time, Hange was alone. She greeted Furlan, the bouncer, with a small smile as she entered the bar and made her way to the bar to order a beer. She greeted the bartender, Isabel, one of the two bartenders who work there. Hange noted to herself to leave her a nice tip before she sits down. 

Once Hange got her beer and gave Isabel a generous tip, she went to her regular seat in the back. She preferred not to sit up close and center, and she could quickly leave if she needed to. At least she had a good view of the stage.  

Hange sat alone at her table. Not that she minded it at all. The table she sat on was intended for two people. Sometimes, a stranger might sit with Hange, and she would make some small talk. Luckily for her, she was alone today. She was not in the mood to talk to anyone. 

She scanned this week’s crowd. The bar was almost packed with people today. Everyone was chatting quietly with one another until the person performed on stage. The stage had one stand-up microphone and a small stool to sit on. 

Hange's eyes widen before she could take a sip of her beer. There was a person she had overlooked walking to the stage to perform. He was a short man with short jet black hair in an undercut, dark grey eyes, and a permanent scowl on his face. He also wore black slacks and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. One look made others aware his personality screamed tidy. 

Her breath hitched a bit as she watched the man make his way to the stage while carrying a black guitar case. 

Hange’s mind was too clouded with questions to hear one of the staff workers announce the man performing. The man himself pulled out the brown acoustic guitar and placed it on his lap. He took a deep breath as the crowd waited to hear what song he would sing. 

The crowd did not expect the man to have such a wonderful voice. Yet, it sounded almost sad and carried a hint of regret. The song he chose fitted with his voice. Some of the women in the crowd gave the man a look of pity.

Meanwhile, Hange felt flushed with fever. She felt embarrassed as if the crowd was looking at her. In reality, the crowd was not paying attention to her at all. She could tell some of the women watching was giving the man pity looks without actually seeing it herself. She felt as though those pity looks were aimed at her. 

The man continued singing his song. It was as if he was painting Hange’s entire life. To her, it was as if he read a whole book dedicated to her and wrote a song about it. He included all the good, the bad, and the in-betweens.

Hange wanted to throw up, and it was not from her beer. She barely drank it because she was too stunned by the man singing. Every word he sang felt like he was not singing on stage. To her, it felt as if he was standing in front of her, plunging a knife into her heart.

She prayed for him to finish. Yet, he continued singing. 

Run. Get out of there! The voice in her head yelled. However, Hange was glued into her seat. She was unsure if someone nailed her to it or if the man’s voice lulled her to stay still. It was almost like a siren’s song. He was continuously stabbing her heart.

He strummed Hange’s pain with his fingers. Stab.

His voice started wavering a bit. Stab.

He closed his eyes as his emotions started to take over him. Stab.

The man sang his song clear and loud for everyone to hear. Hange felt the knife in her heart go deeper, and it began killing her slowly. Ever so slowly. 

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes. Hange was unsure about what exactly she did for his eyes to ignore the audience's eyes and stare directly at hers. Steel gray eyes met amber brown eyes. 

Shit. 

Hange could feel the fear rush in her body. She needed to get out of there. Now.

Hange quickly grabbed her things, ignored her drink, and made her way out of the bar. She wiped some incoming tears from her eyes, ignored Furlan’s “are you ok?” by giving him a quick “I’m fine,” and walked to the nearest bench to sit down and breathe. 

Hange ran her hands through her already messy hair and sat down on the first bench she saw. She placed her elbows on her knees and covered her face with her hands.

She cried. 

The dam had finally opened in her heart. Everything building up from the past few months came crashing down all because of this man’s song. 

She continued crying and ignored the footsteps heading her way. It was probably Furlan coming in with a glass of water so she could calm down.

“Hange.”

Hange's heart skipped a beat. She knew that voice from anywhere. She was expecting anger, disgust, sadness coming from him. She was shocked to hear some relief in his voice. 

She looked up to find the same man who sang earlier, standing on the sidewalk just a few feet away from where she sat. He made no move to walk any closer to her. He was probably cautious if Hange decided to suddenly run away.

The man looked as if he ran a marathon. He was slightly out of breath, his once tidy hair was now windswept from running, and his shirt was slightly wrinkled. To her, he looked ethereal as some snow started falling from the sky and onto his hair and clothes.

Hange was shocked that the man did not bring his jacket or his guitar with him outside. He must have immediately run out after his performance to see her. 

Hange looked into the man’s dark gray eyes. They were slightly red, and she could see that he was starting to tear up.

The same eyes she noticed would steal glances her way in high school.

The same eyes of the man who loved her and would do anything for her.

The same eyes she first said “I love you” to.

The same eyes that held so much sadness and despair after Hange broke his heart many months ago.

The same eyes that were looking at her now with relief. It felt as if no time had passed between them, and they were happy like before. She still loves those eyes. 

After all, on this day seven months ago, Hange Zoe broke Levi Ackerman’s heart. 

She had already caused enough damage to both of them. She was done running away from her fears. The fact that Levi had found her after all this time...It sparked a familiar feeling in her heart. It reassured her that everything will be ok in the end. Levi missed her as much as she missed him. 

Now it was time for her to fix it.

Hange smiled at the man. She did not care about how messy she looked or if she had tears running down her face. Heck, she did not care if it was snowing and that it made the situation look like they were stars in a Hallmark movie. The man she still loves and regrets leaving was here. 

“Levi.”

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I left the ending open-ended on purpose. I guess you could say Hange left because she had commitment issues, but it’s up to you :)

I tried to make Levi emotional because he is emotional in canon.

My future fics should be in past tense. Only the MM one is present. Sorry for being inconsistent!

Again, I appreciate any feedback.

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GF - Braid Braid

Summary: One day Mabel asks her Grunkle Ford to braid her hair, but ever since he went out to investigate an anomaly with Dipper instead, the fact he couldn’t deliver her simple request plagued him.

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“Well, Ducktective, it seems you’ve quacked the case.”

“Quack, quack, quack.”

Mabel laughed as she continually brushed her hair; the show may have ended ten months ago, but she was convinced that Ducktective was real and would never die, so she happily watched reruns whenever she could. She sat in her grunkle’s chair with her case of hair things, having already finished her sweater for the day, and she planned to play with her long hair while she watched TV. She heard footsteps and casted her eyes to her left. Soon an old nerd came into view and she grinned. “Hey, Grunkle Ford!”

“Hello, my dear.” He smiled at her. “What are you up to?”

“Just watching TV.” She then lit up as a brilliant idea came to her and she held up her hairbrush and glittery bag full of hair clips and hairbows. “Wanna braid my hair?”

Ford held up a hand as he smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry, Mabel, but I don’t know how to braid hair…”

“I can teach you if you want!” The girl offered happily. “I bet you’d be great at it!”

Just then, Dipper came down the stairs called, “Hey, Grunkle Ford! Ready for our mission?”

“Indeed!” Ford gave him a high-six and the boys headed for the door.

“Where are you two going?” Mabel asked.

“I convinced Ford that we should investigate the Hawktopus further.” Dipper answered. “No anomaly is too stupid to look into.”

“We’ll be back by dinner.” Ford promised as he opened the door. “If not, then assume the monster ate our flesh.”

“See ya later, sis!” Dipper called and the boys were gone.

“Bye!” Mabel yelled after them through the door happily, but her happiness slowly went away as sad thoughts occupied her brain. “Have fun. Without me.”

The teenager slumped in the chair, the sounds of the TV unable to penetrate her thoughts. She knew her grunkles loved her very much, but sometimes she wondered if Ford liked Dipper way better than he liked Mabel. She could understand Ford liking Dipper a little bit more than her, because they were so similar, but it sometimes felt like the Sweater Twins only had sweaters in common and that’s it.

The more Mabel thought about it, it was no wonder Ford liked Dipper way more than he liked Mabel. Stanford Pines was an experienced scientist who had been all over the Multiverse, traveling for thirty years, and was as tough as nails and as strong as an ox; no one like that would want to hang out with a girl who likes glitter and make-overs and other girly things. No wonder Ford would much rather hang out with Dipper than her. Mabel didn’t blame her uncle, but it still kinda hurt.

She wished there was something they could both do. Something Ford and Mabel liked to do. Something no one would only be doing to spend time with the other. Mabel loved adventure and weirdness and exploring, but maybe Grunkle Ford only wanted that to be a Dipper and him thing, which was fine! So Mabel racked her brain for anything he would want to do with her, but she couldn’t think of anything.

To get her mind off of it, she went into the kitchen to get a drink of Mabel Juice and then to maybe hang out with Grunkle Stan, play some cards or throw water balloons at each other. She didn’t really feel like playing with her hair anymore.

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The Hawtopus investigation proved to be more difficult and more enjoyable than Ford had predicted, so after dinner and the kids had gone to bed he yawned into his hand and ventured into his bedroom to take a shower and go to bed. He entered the clean space and slipped off his trenchcoat to hang it on the coat track, and as he did so his eye caught something bright purple and sparkly. He smiled as he saw a bundle messily wrapped with coloring paper and tied up with red ribbon, glitter added for some “pizzazz” as Mabel would have called it.

Ford gently picked up the package and sat on the couch with the gift on his lap. He couldn’t contain the huge smile on his face as he unwrapped the gift. There, cushioned in wrapping paper and on his lap, was a brand new sweater. Ford grinned and held it up for a better look at the new turtleneck. It was blue, his favorite color, and had a beaker with atoms swimming around it, something science-y for him to display proudly on his chest. Mabel had made him a sweater once before, a new red one with a golden six-fingered hand on it, and now he was honored with two sweaters.

He made a mental note to thank Mabel with hugs in the morning. As he stripped for his bath and turned on the shower, he wondered how in the world Mabel found time to do this, to make so many sweaters in such a short amount of time; she seemed to miraculously make a sweater every day! Then his mind toyed with the idea of her working on the sweater while watching TV, but then he remembered that Mabel had been doing her hair and had asked Ford to braid it.

Under the warm water, the old scientist felt like a rock had been dropped in his stomach. He realized he might have hurt her feelings to choose to bond with Dipper rather than her, considering the boys always seemed to be together. Ford was aware that he accidentally showed favoritism in one twin, something he completely didn’t intend to do, and not only had he done so, it had hurt Mabel’s feelings. He had hoped countless messages and phone calls and video chats between summers had assured Mabel that Ford cared about her, but it was very possible that she might need a reminder every so often.

To make it up to her and to reward her for her kindness and patience with a special treat, Ford racked his brain for what to do for her. The only thing that stuck out was the way she had innocently asked her grunkle to braid her hair. Taking into account that no one in the family seemed to do “girly” things with her, at least not nearly as much as she does “boyish” things with the men in the family, Ford made up his mind.

After the shower and dressing in his new sweater, dark pants, and trenchcoat, Ford snuck out of the house to do some research. The library was closed, but Ford had no problem sneaking in and settling in a desk at the dead of night, reading books on the History of Braids and the Origins of Dreadlocks and literally any hair-themed book and magazine the library had; he even read up on hair-dying techniques for whenever Mabel had the desire to try something new.

The books didn’t feel enough. After a quick cup of coffee at a gas station, Ford hurried up the hill for his best friend’s manor. He knocked on the door urgently and waited a minute or two for Old Man McGucket to come to the door, rubbing his eyes with a bathrobe over his green flannel pajamas. “St-Stanford? Whazza matter?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, buddy, but it’s very important.” Ford pressed, his arms full of books and magazines he had borrowed without permission from the library. “I need to learn how to braid hair for Mabel and I was hoping I could use your mobile computer.”

Fiddleford blinked through his thick green glasses and smiled a half-toothy smile. “This is an emergency. Anythang for Lil’ Sweet Tea! C’min, c’min. Want some coffee?”

“That would be great, thank you.”

Long into the night, the old researchers acted just as seriously as they did back in the day, except they weren’t unintentionally creating a gateway to Hell. McGucket dug up some more books from the Northwest’ private book collection in the lounge and Ford used the laptop to do some more recent, or “trendy”, findings. To he and McGucket’s amazement, the internet was full of videos showing exactly how to do all sorts of hairstyles. From coloring hair to cutting it to braids and ponytails, all kinds of hair from straight to messy curls to somewhere in between could be learned to tame with a few clicks on a computer.

“Bingo!” Ford said, readjusting his glasses, and he quickly got to work, just as enthusiastic as he was about earning another PhD or discovering a new anomaly. Fiddleford had a very hard time keeping the smiling eyes off his friend as he watched him get so excited about a feminine activity, one both men had been deprived of due to a lack of females in their lives but were eager to explore.

The next morning, Mabel yawned into her fist and skipped cheerfully down the stairs for a glass of orange juice to start the day. She heard the front door open and close and she was surprised to find Ford coming home. “Grunkle Ford, wh… Aw! You’re wearing your new sweater!”

Ford grinned and nodded. “Yes, I absolutely love it! It’s almost as beautiful as you, my dear. Thank you very much.”

Mabel blushed and drank some juice. “You’re welcome! So, where have you been? Out on a morning walk?”

“Something like that.” Ford said with a shrug. “So, would you still be interested in me braiding your hair?”

Mabel gasped and cried out, “OH, YES PLEASE! I’ll be right back!” And the young girl ran off to get her bag of hair things.

Ford sat himself in his brother’s chair and Mabel soon returned and plopped in his lap when he petted his right leg for her. Mabel gave him the hairbrush to detangle her bed-head and said, “Okay, so it’s easier to start by parting it into sections…”

“Oh, don’t worry, my dear.” Ford said calmly as he brushed her hair lovingly. “I’ve done my research.”

Mabel had on idea what he meant by that, but she shrugged and decided to let him do as he pleased. She had braced her skull for a bit of tugging as it was sometimes difficult to brush tangled hair, but Mabel was pleasantly surprised to find Ford being as gentle as a kitten and brushing her hair so gently she could hardly feel the pull on her scalp, and yet she could feel the knots becoming undone and progress being made. She grinned and said, “Wow, Grunkle Ford, you’re really really good!”

It was a good thing she couldn’t see how red his cheeks turned. “Well, thank you, sweetheart. You truly have very beautiful hair.”

“So do you! It’s so fluffy and cute! After you braid your hair can I braid yours?”

Now Ford’s whole face was as scarlet as a king’s robe. He knew his hair was a bit harder to manage than Stanley’s but he never considered it to be cute or fluffy. “I see no reason why not.”

“Yes! I’m so excited! You really are very beautiful, Grunkle Ford.”

Okay, who gave this young lady permission to be this adorable? There were several dimensions in which it was illegal. “Th-Thank you, Mabel, but really I’m not… B-Beautiful is a more suitable term for wom-”

“Nu, uh!” Mabel interrupted and shook her head only a little bit, trying to be still for her uncle as he brushed her hair. “Daddy says anyone and anything can be beautiful. If a flower or Christmas lights or an animal can be beautiful, then girls and boys can be beautiful. And also girls and boys can be handsome!” Mabel added to drive her point further home.

Ford chuckled and it made his niece’s chest feel warm. “That makes sense. Thank you, Mabel. So, did you feel well last night?”

“Yeah! I had a really funny dream!”

“Oh, what was it about?”

The conversation spilled into swapping stories of past dreams. While Ford’s dreams from the past mostly contained nightmares, he could recall a small handful of dreams that were positive spins on his imagination and he happily recalled them with Mabel. As their talk flowed so easily, like water, Ford detangled all of Mabel’s beautiful hair and then began to braid. He wanted to impress her with something big and elaborate, but he wasn’t confident in his skills yet and this was his first attempt, so he met in the middle and did something a bit more complicated than a simple braid but he wasn’t nearly ready for a boho wedding braid.

With his tongue between his teeth, Ford carefully tied the braid close and held his polydactyl hands away to inspect his work. “Okay, I think I’m done.”

“I wanna see, I wanna see!” Mabel squealed and pulled out a mirror to see her uncle’s work. She was silent with a hard-to-read expression on her face as her eyes fell on her reflection. She tilted her head and the mirror to see the back of her head to see the braid and remained silent.

The braid started as two side braids at the back of her head, but they trailed down and combined into one big, lush braid that hung loosely from the bottom of her skull and trailed down her back. There were one or two times the braid didn’t match the rest of the hair piece and Ford thought the big braid was too loose now that he took a second look at it.

His face fell a little as he was concerned that she didn’t like it and was trying to hide her disappointment. Ford knew he should have interviewed some hairdressers before attempting to do Mabel’s hair, but he had been so excited that he had become reckless, just like always. “I’m sorry, Mabel, I understand if you don’t like it…”

“I LOVE IT!” Mabel had finally conjured up the strength to grin, the wind had been knocked out of her from pure delighted shock, and her eyes were filled with tears and her lips trembled as she admired Ford’s work. “IloveitIloveitIloveitILOVEIT!!!” She squealed loudly and was bouncing in Ford’s lap. “Look, Grunkle Ford, look! You did SUCH a good job! I’m so pretty now! That’s the best braid I’ve ever seen! ThankyouthankyouTHANKYOU!” And she spun around to kiss his cheek and she hopped off of him. “I’m gonna go show Dipper! DIPPER! LOOK WHAT GRUNKLE FORD DID!” Mabel yelled as she ran as fast as she could.

Ford was as still as a statue as his niece’s kind words ringed in his ears like cheerful bells. He wanted to smile, but all he could manage was a tearful look as he used all his might to try not to try, his eyes wet and shiny and his lips pressed together. He chuckled at himself as he pinched the bridge of his nose and composed himself. Soon Mabel was skipping back to him and leaped back into his hold to hug him and nuzzle her face in his shoulder.

“Thank you, Grunkle Ford, I love it.” She repeated.

Ford hugged her back tightly and rubbed circles into her back. “You’re very welcome, my dear. Thank you for letting me braid your hair.”

After one last squeeze, Mabel climbed up the armchair to sit on the back so she was behind Ford’s head. She held out a hand for the hairbrush and said, “Your turn!”

Ford grinned and handed her the sparkly hairbrush and felt himself relax as his scalp was treated to the gentle sensation of his niece brushing and caring for his gray fluff.