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axcel-lucci · 2 years ago

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Symptoms

Law x reader

The bright rays of the early sunshine seeped through the curtains and woke (y/n) up,

Groaning, she slowly opened her eyes to the morning and rolled over to the other side to avoid the sunlight, only to find out her HUSBAND, the surgeon of death, was already out of bed and working in his office.

Sighing in disappointment, she slowly sat up and stretched.

But not long after, she felt herself start to throw up before jumping from the bed and rushing to the toilet just to throw up everything and anything that wasn't in her stomach the night before

After throwing up, she cleaned herself and got ready for the day

Somewhat deciding to pay the doctor a quick visit.

It was odd to her how she just threw up so early in the morning. And throughout the day, she eventually forgot to go to the doctor and instead was occupied in Ikkaku's room that night instead, gossipping, chatting, the likes.

"So earlier this morning, Shachi was sooo sweet!" Ikkaku cooed, "he kissed me good morning!"

"Aww... I wish law was like that. But instead he's at his office kissing his own work" (y/n) scoffed, "oh... That reminds me, I threw up this morning... I could've sworn I hadn't eaten anything bad last night"

Ikkaku audibly gasped, "do you know what this means?!"

"Uh... What?"

"You could be pregnant!"

"Me? Not likely... We use protection, even used contraceptives on top of that."

"I mean... You won't know until you take a test. I'll be with you I promise"

Later...

"Where's (y/n)-ya?" Law asked

"Oh, they're having one of those girl talks where they just gossip and stuff" Shachi answered

"But it's been..."

"Captain, their girl talk always go for hours on end... Do you not realize that?" Penguin hummed

"I actually don't?"

"Captain. When was the last time you and (y/n)-chan have ACTUALLY went on a date?"

"I...." Law stammered, "alright fine. I don't remember"

The two gasped at him, it wasn't dramatic, just what came out of them

"What?!" Shachi yelled, "how?!"

"Geez. I'm just so busy and (y/n) doesn't bring it up" he rolled his eyes

"That's honestly the worse part" penguin muttered, "she doesn't bring it up."

"Oh please, she would've brought it up otherwise"

"Of course she wouldn't! She knows just how busy you are so she wouldn't try to weigh you down! Not even asking for a date is unreasonable. You've been dating for a whole two years and yet, could I even call it dating?" Shachi sighed, "Ikkaku-chan gets mad when I don't even pay attention to her, think what (y/n)-chan is thinking"

"That... It's true, the last date I think I remember was I think a year ago." Law admits, "gosh... Voicing that out makes me feel so bad."

"Captain, I'm not calling you a bad boyfriend.... But you are. The only time I doubt you two had time for each other is sleeping. You'd appear when she's already asleep and disappear before she even wakes up. She didn't tell anyone, it was fairly obvious"

"I'm just so busy with work, it seemed endless." He sighed

"Work won't go anywhere,.and besides. What's more important, rather, WHO'S more important?" Penguin shook his head

"I haven't been..."

....

"Breathe, (y/n)" Ikkaku encouraged as (y/n) held the pregnancy test in her hand

"Okay... Time to know" swallowing hard, she slowly opened her eyes only to have them widened and pale as if she saw a ghost

"What's wrong?" Ikkaku asked before looking at the test and gasped, "it's positive!"

"Shhh!"

"Oh... Yeah, right... Sorry"

"What am I going to do...?? Law won't like this one bit...!"

"Calm down, the first thing we need to do is how to move onwards."

"Well I can't hide it from him, that's for sure. And I'm sure I can't tell him either. He won't like it"

"First off" Ikkaku stopped her, "you should absolutely tell him. Whatever reaction he has, I'll be here to support you"

"But.."

....

Waking past Ikkaku and Shachi's Bedroom, he accidentally heard Ikkaku and (y/n)'s voices

"But... I don't even know if he still loves me..."

The voices were muffled, but just enough to hear, he knew it was bad eavesdropping on someone's conversation, but... It interests him

"What do you mean?" Ikkaku asked

"It's been a little over a year when we last had a date... The only time I see him is in lunch, dinner, and sometimes at bedtime for some intimacy." (Y/n) sighed, "I... I don't think I'll tell him, I'll handle it. Don't worry"

"But (y/n)..."

"No... No. Ikkaku, you have helped enough. Thanks, but I'll handle this on my own. I'll find it out eventually"

Law swallowed thickly before running off after hearing approaching footsteps.

He ran off to his own office before realising he actually did.

Smacking himself in the face, he just realized he made his own office his 'home' of sorts.

"They were right... I'm so obsessed on work I haven't had time with (y/n) in a while..." He grumbled, "that's it. I'll make this right"

Later...

He entered the bathroom and took a quick bath, after that, he saw something in the trashcan, it was disgusting but the curiosity killed the cat and grabbed it

It was a small rectangular box and upon reading the label of it, he froze. It was a box of pregnancy test.

He wanted to know if she used it or not so he searched everywhere in the bathroom to try and find it, he eventually found it stashed behind giant gallons of detergent and he braced himself.

....

(Y/n) guessed that test must've been a defect so she took another one and hid it somewhere no one would find it and left to go have some snacks while waiting for the result.

After eating, she decided it was already time and headed to their bedroom only to find law had some clothes out on the bed which meant he was taking a bath

'good thing I hid the test, I hope he doesn't find the box... But I buried it, so it wouldn't be visible... And besides, he doesn't like trash.' she thought

After waiting for him to finish, it had been at least 30 minutes since then, law doesn't like long showers, the longest he's ever had a bath by himself is 20.minutes.

So she peeked inside the bathroom only to find him standing over the sink countertop, holding something.

'oh shit' she thought before closing it immediately and pretended to not know anything and knocked

"Who's there?" Law called

"It's me, (y/n)... You're taking quite some time in there, is everything alright?" She asked innocently

"Can you come here for a sec? I need you to do something for me." He said

Swallowing thickly, she metered and put her most innocent face ever

"Yeah?" She asked and saw still in the same position as earlier

"Mind explaining this?" He asked and waved the positive test in his hand (well not waved exactly)

"Oh uhm..." She stammered and looked everywhere but his eyes just to find a reason.

She didn't even notice law walking up to her until he grabbed her jaw with his whole hand causing her to squeak.

"Law-"

"Shut up" he said in a cold manner

She trembled while thinking 'he... He's mad...'

But was proved wrong when he smashed her lips against his

The forceful kiss soon turned into a passionate one with him pouring out all he has into this one kiss.

They soon pulled away because of the need of oxygen, (y/n) breathed heavily trying to regain herself while law silently panted and stared at her

After she did regain herself, he pulled her into a tight hug, "you should've came to me about this instead of hiding it from me" he whispered into her ear.

"You're... You're not mad?" She asked, confused

"Why would I?" He asked them pulled away, "I love you so much... Why would I be mad if we're having a baby? Sure it'd be dangerous, but then again... Babies born on pirate ships aren't that rare."

"You... Love me?" Tears started to form in her eyes at the mention

He looked at her and pulled her closer "of course I do... I... I am such an idiot for putting my work before you... And I just realized that today. So please... Don't leave me... I love you"

"I... Love you too, law" she smiled, "but... Where did you get the idea of me leaving you?"

"I mean... It's been a year since we last... You know... Had a date"

"I care not for those little things, as long as you're here, no amount of a date would ever make me leave you. But a date does nice"

"Wait! I haven't prepared that yet! Give me some time...!" He protested

"Take your time, I can wait" she laughed at his outburst

"Okay, okay. I'll make it the best date you've ever had!"

"Can't wait" she smiled sweetly

"And as for this fucker" he grinned darkly at her belly

"Law!"

"Sorry! Sorry, I shouldn't call our baby a fucker." He sighed, "can I name one??" He asked

"Go ahead"

"If it's a girl, can we name her lami? Like my sister"

"Go ahead... It sounds nice" she hummed, "how about if it's a boy?"

"You decide... I already have my suggestion"

"I'll think about it."

A couple months later...

So it turns out, they both had twins. A boy and a girl, (y/n) named the boy Luci while law named the girl Lami.

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nicksbestie · 1 year ago

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hi there, i recently discovered your page and i really love your work.

i was hoping maybe i could request something ?

lately i have been struggling a lot with my mental health and it’s been really difficult for my day to day life.

i was thinking anashton comfort ? something just like he knows how hard it can be and he says some encouraging words. bc that’s all i need rn.

as someone who also writes, sometimes i just need to read instead of writing it all.

if this is too vague i understand ! you totally don’t have to write this.

much love !

Antidepressant

word count : 663

warnings : mentions of heavy depression, mental health, medication

it's sad but I hope it's good!

Ashton absolutely radiated comfort and positivity, and it was one of your favorite things about him.

Each and every part of him felt like a warm hug, especially when you were actually wrapped in his arms. You were always eternally grateful that you had such a person, especially that he understood how you were feeling sometimes.

You didn’t like that he had been where you were, as the feelings of depression and anxiety, and other struggles with your mental health were painful, and you couldn’t imagine putting any of that onto him. But it was so appreciated by you that he could understand exactly what you were feeling, and knew exactly how to comfort you. He couldn’t fix it, but he was incredibly good at making it feel a little bit better. He was like an antidepressant in human form.

You were so grateful for him on days like these. And unfortunately, it was one of those days. Sometimes, like now, it was one of those weeks, those months, those slumps that feel like they’re going to last forever and there’s no light at the end of the tunnel. But Ashton was a light, like a soft ray of sunshine, the kind that seeps through your swaying curtains to gently wake you up in the morning.

You had woken up, having an awful day the day before, and you could just feel that things weren’t changing today. You felt awful, and all you did was roll over in bed, curling up to Ashton’s chest, and attempting to fall back asleep. He began to stir, smiling as he pressed a gentle kiss to your head, an arm stretching out around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer. It was like he could feel the sadness seeping out of you, the overwhelming exhaustion, because he hugged you so tight, his chin resting on your head before he spoke.

“Not any better today?”

The exhaustion was so great that you couldn’t even formulate a verbal response. You just shook your head, not really moving much more than you absolutely have to. He let out a soft hum of affirmation, slowly pulling the blankets off and slipping out of bed. You frowned at his disappearance, but still didn’t feel like getting up, so you laid in silence, a slight smile crossing your face when he promised to be right back. And he kept that promise, coming back with a slightly clenched fist and a water bottle, sitting down next to you and gently coaxing you to sit up.

“Here, my love. I know you don’t take your medication as often as you should, take it today. It might do you some good.”

You didn’t want to, at all. But because he was gently encouraging you, you did. The small white pill went down easily, but you still felt that Ashton was a bigger antidepressant than the medicine you had just swallowed. He laid back down next to you, moving to the other side of the bed before wrapping his arms around you.

“It’s okay to feel like this, you know. I know it’s hard, and I know it absolutely sucks. But it’s okay. You don’t have to feel like you’re a burden, or anything like that. I understand, and I’m always going to be here for you. I’m so proud of you, and that’s never going to change. You’re allowed to have bad days, life is so difficult and it’s a lot to handle. We can just have a rest day today. I love you.”

You felt too choked up to muster a reply, too overwhelmed with feelings of love and the warm bubbly feeling of being cared about and understood, just squeezing his hand three times to signify that you loved him as well. And if you spent the rest of the day in bed, curled up with him, eating and drinking when he softly helped, then nobody except the two of you had to know.

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cookinguptales · 2 years ago

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wwdits tarot: the sun

Hi and welcome to the last of the celestial cards, XIX. The Sun!

This was actually the card that gave me the most trouble, but I think I ended up on an interpretation that I really like. I hope I convince you!

Now, The Sun is actually usually one of the easiest and least complicated cards. It’s a card of hope and optimism, joy and vitality. Like a sunny day, it’s warm, innocent, and renewing. It tells you that good things are coming and that positivity is worthwhile. It says that your life is going to be so happy soon, and that your happiness and charisma will lift the spirits of others as well.

It’s one of the few really unambiguously happy cards in the deck!

But… truthfully, unambiguous joy, safety, and positivity is something that we don’t see that often in WWDITS. This is a show full of murderers, and those who don’t join them often become their victims.

Plus, while a sun is a symbol of joy in this deck, it’s obviously got a very, very different connotation in a series about vampires.

So what do you do, then, when none of the characters are a ray of sunshine — and the sun is, in general, a murder weapon?

I thought about it for a long time, this dichotomy. Warmth and danger. Joy and death. I thought about what The Sun means when upright, and when it’s reversed.

Upright, The Sun is the happiest, warmest card here. Reversed, it’s still not necessarily the worst, but it does indicate that you’re having a hard time looking on the bright side or that, perhaps, you have become too optimistic and overconfident and are no longer living in the real world.

And then it clicked.

Which character do we have who’s happy, who’s joyful, who’s charismatic and confident -- and whose warmth could burn you to a crisp? Who do we have that takes the depressed by the hand and leads them into a dream-like world of seductively dangerous optimism?

Well. The Sun has to be Jan, doesn’t it?

On the surface, Jan has all of the qualities of The Sun. She’s bright, she’s cheerful, she’s optimistic, she’s charismatic, she’s a go-getter, she encourages everyone around her to be their best selves.

And she’s a cult leader. A serial cult leader, at that.

She draws the unfulfilled to her like moths to a flame, and like those moths, her followers always seem to get burned alive.

So she’s both sides of the sun, isn’t she? Deceptively bright and inviting, but deeply dangerous to any vampire who crosses her path.

It’s hard to say how long Nandor would have lived if Guillermo hadn’t shown up, but I’m willing to bet the answer is not long. Sure, Guillermo showing up both saved Nandor and destroyed the cult, but going by the sheer number of photos she had on her wall, I think it’s safe to say that Jan is known for being prolific more than her staying power. The cult was going to implode sooner or later.

I don’t think she would have had even one second thought about killing Nandor. Jan has all the trappings of an energy vampire while still sipping on blood; all creatures are her prey. She basks in the adoration of her flock, but she doesn’t seem overly upset when she loses her followers and has to start again.

She was going to use Nandor up until there was nothing left, and then she was going to abandon the burned-out husk.

It’s fascinating, because The Sun is a card that is supposed to radiate strength and support, and she seems like she does. But the more you watch her, the more you realize that all she’s actually doing is sucking it up.

So… I suppose I’ve taken the most positive card in the deck and turned it into a warning. But that’s the life they live in WWDITS, isn’t it? There is no light without shadow, and with this particular cast of characters, the shadows are where they’re safe.

(It... also occurs to me that all three celestial cards have Nandor's exes on them. There's probably something to be said about that, how, like the stars, the sun, and the moon, they're ultimately far away -- and that he seems to like them even more when they're a little bit unattainable.)

Well. Anyway. Onto the imagery, I suppose.

The Rider-Smith-Waite version of this card has a child on a horse waving a pennant, a sea of sunflowers in the background and a sun shining down from above. The child is somewhat reminiscent of Death on his pale horse holding his own pennant, but this child symbolizes hope, innocence, and joy.

I want to bring that odd echo of Death into my version of the card, too, I think.

My Sun will have Jan standing before the neon lights in her facility that look an awful lot like the sun.

Her stance will be casual and inviting, though, her head limned by the light in a sort of halo effect. It will stream from behind her hair like the rays of the sun.

In a look a little inspired by her Jim Jones cosplay, I want Jan to be wearing sunglasses here, a nod to the fact that these rays of light will not be burning her.

This photo in the show was pretty clearly a recreation of this one. If you don't already know who Jim Jones is... well, that link is to an encyclopedia entry, but it discusses a lot of things that require content warnings. All of her wall photos were references to real-life cults.

Unlike that photo, though, her clothes and her pennant will be bright, will be fun, will be very 80s. The horse by her side will be, too, all Lisa Frank and joy, but it will be oddly… gaunt.

And the sunflowers in pots throughout the facility around her will all be withered and charred, fed only by ash.

This is a sun that burns.

wwdits tarot masterpost

#wwdits #wwdits tarot #wwdits meta #lmao I literally studied new religious movements in college #and all I used it for was writing homoerotic fanfiction #well and my actual job but the fanfiction was more fun

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mads-weasley · 4 years ago

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Legacy Pt. 2: Aftermath

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Series Masterlist

A/N: Wow. Just wow. I posted part one two nights ago and I’ve already gotten such a huge positive response! It’s so encouraging so I thank you for being awesome!! Sadly, I do not own any of these amazing characters other than (y/n)! Part two is here!! It’s super long but it’s because I’m a sucker for fluff! Enjoy!!

Summary: After the first flag smasher fight, you are hurt and tired, especially after having to deal with John Walker. Luckily for you, a certain 106 year old super soldier is there to comfort you.

Warnings: hospitals, broken bones, flashbacks, sadness, nightmares, angst, fluff, John Walker (yes, that’s a warning)

(y/n) - your name

(y/l/n) - your last name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/h/c) - your hair color

Your pov:

Every single word that Walker let slide out of his putrid mouth felt like it was digging into your skull. Your body was tired, sore, and broken. Oh, and don’t forget about your head. It was killing you; the constant pounding that made you want to throw up. Actually, you might throw up. There it goes. You quickly spin around and hurl off the side of the jeep. Bucky and Sam start frantically asking what’s wrong, and Bucky holds your hair out of your face. “Doll, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

Before you could even answer him, Walker speaks with a chuckle, “Be careful not to get puke on the side of the jeep, (y/n). It’s government property.” You’re pretty sure you heard Bucky contemplate killing him out loud, but he settled on yelling at him. “What the hell is your problem, man? She’s clearly not okay.” With your good hand, you grip his flesh one that’s still holding back your hair, telling him to calm down. No longer feeling the need to hurl, you turn around and sit down again. Doing so, you feel Walker’s eyes on you.

Bucky puts his hand protectively on your thigh, glaring at Walker, actively sending goosebumps across your body. Trying to hide your blush, “Gosh it’s hot,” you say while slightly unzipping the top of your suit, revealing a tank top underneath. You could practically feel Bucky tense up when Walker started talking again.

Putting your hand on top of his, you whisper, “I know you hate the guy, and I do too, but let’s try to keep it civil. Alright, Buck? I’m taking a nap so don’t kill him while I’m asleep.”

“No promises, doll. Should you really be sleeping? Did you hit your head?”

“I’ll be fine, James. We can get my hand and everything else checked out when we get back stateside.”

Reluctantly, he nods and you lay your head on his shoulder. You didn’t care that it was the metal one, and he realized this with a smile. He put his arm around you, careful not to hit your hand and you soon drifted off into sleep.

Bucky’s pov:

As she lays her in my arms, I can’t help but feel like there’s something she’s not telling me. I know her. I know what she does. She doesn’t tell anyone when she’s struggling because she doesn’t want them to think she’s weak. To me, I think she’s one of the strongest people I’ve met. That’s one of the reasons I love her. In this business, you can get consumed by all the death and destruction around you, but she is consistently a ray of sunshine in my dark world.

I’ve always dreamed of holding her in my arms like this, but not in these conditions. Walker keeps stealing glances at her sleeping figure with a despicable smirk and it’s making me so angry. The only thing stopping me from punching him is the fact that (y/n) is asleep in my arms.

The last time we were like this was that day in Wakanda; the day we dusted away. She was with me when it happened, and the scene still frequents my nightmares.

2018:

When we heard Steve’s call over the comms, “I need everyone on my position,” (y/n) and I stopped what we were doing and started that way. As we were running, she glanced back over her shoulder, making sure we were alone. “I have a bad feeling about this one, James.” Looking over to her, I saw fear in her eyes that I’d never seen before. “Don’t worry, doll, we’ll be alright. We always are. I’ll even take you out to dinner after this!” I tried to lighten the mood because I didn’t have the heart to tell her I felt the exact same way.

Since Berlin, I’ve had a crush on her, but she just saw me as a friend, which is fine with me if that’s what it takes to have her in my life. I’m snapped out of my thoughts by Steve’s voice and the sight of a huge purple being when we arrived to the main fight. “Eyes up. Stay sharp.” Steve says, walking towards the man who I assume is Thanos. As we all walked towards him, (y/n) reached out, grabbed, and squeezed my right hand. “Please be careful, Buck.” I squeezed her hand back, “Always. You too.” After releasing my hand with a nod, we prepare for the battle ahead of us.

One by one we were taken out without even touching Thanos. (Y/n) went ahead of me, throwing knives and shooting her pistols at him. With a flick of his head, purple matter appeared around her and she went flying into a tree. Rage coursed through my veins, and I went charging towards him, shooting my machine gun towards him. He moved his hand slightly and it was like I was hit by a truck mid-air. Landing with a thud, everything went black.

When I woke, I immediately looked over to (y/n) who was still unconscious. Sometimes I forgot she was just human. Her bravery and fearlessness made up for her lack in superhuman ability, but regardless, she could still take down the best of us.

Grunting, I get up and run over to her. “(Y/n)! (Y/n/n)! Wake up, doll.” My hands cup her cheeks as she slowly starts to flutter her eyes. “Attagirl,” I coo. “Bucky?” She starts, “Where’s everyone?” I gently pull her towards me so she could lay her head on my lap. “I don-“ I’m cut off by a big boom not too far away. She gets up slowly and starts to pull me towards the sound. My arm is secured around her waist to keep her upright.

After a few seconds of walking, she freezes and her breaths start to get rapid. I quickly turn to her just in time for her to say breathily, “James, what’s h-ha happening?” She slowly lowers to the floor and I go down as well, showering her with concerned questions. Leaning against my chest, she holds up her hand as it starts to turn to ash. “Wha-? (Y/n) y-you’re gonna be okay.” My eyes start to water as more of her arm fades away. I see tears coming down her face so I pull her in for a tight hug and she whispers, “James, thank yo-“ She never got to finish her sentence.

I’m yanked out of my flashback when Sam talks raises his voice. “You hacked my tech?!”

“Sorry,” Walker responds, “It’s not exactly hacking. Redwing’s government property.” His hands point to himself before finishing, “Kind of the government.”

Meeting his eyes, I see them flicker at (y/n) chest before coming back to my own. I glare at him like I’ve been doing all day. “Does he always just stare like that?” After a few seconds, Sam nods, “You get used to it.”

Looking at (y/n), Walker speaks. “She’s something, isn’t she? I could use a woman like her by my side.” Sam and I share a disbelieving look before snapping our gaze back to him. Before I had the chance to speak, Sam commented, “You better watch your mouth, Walker. I can only take so much of you ogling over her like she’s a prize to be won. She’s too good for you. Anyways, she’s with someone.” What? Who is she with? She sure hasn’t told me anything!

Sam sends me a knowing look before it clicks. Me. He was talking about me. I’ve never told Sam how I felt about her, but I guess he figured it out. Narrowing my eyes at Walker, he understands what we are saying. “Too bad. She’s a looker, alright.” I have to control myself from lashing out at him and Sam senses this.

He brings up the Flag Smashers to change the subject. They started rambling about the GRC, and I finally engaged in the conversation when Walker asked us to help him. “If you guys joined up with us, we could-“

“No.” I interjected.

John’s friend spoke up, “Look, I got mad respect for all three of y’all, but you were kinda getting your asses kicked until we showed up.”

“Especially her.” Walker said it under his breathe so he didn’t meant for anyone to hear it. The only reason I did was because of my super hearing.

“What did you just say?!” I practically yell at him in anger. I have no idea how (y/n) wasn’t woken up by this.

“You know what I said.”

“Stop the car!” I told the driver.

Gently picking the sleeping figure next to me up bridal style, I step out of the car. John calls out to me but I just keep on walking away with (y/n) in my arms. “Tell me when she wakes up, I have a question I want to ask her.” What does that mean? I look down at her, seeing the purple bruise that blossomed on her cheekbone, her black and blue hand, and can’t help but wish I didn’t call her. Nothing is worth her getting hurt like this.

Sam and I walk to the airport where we board a plane to Washington D.C. (Y/n) is still asleep and I’m starting to worry about her. As soon as we get stateside, the first thing I’m going to do is make sure she gets to the hospital.

Your pov:

When you start to wake up, you feel as if you’re under water. You have a terrible headache that makes you wonder if your skull was split open. Hearing the ambient noise surrounding you, you take it in; steady beeping of a machine, a ticking clock, and heavy breathing coming from your right.

After a few failed attempts, you successfully cracked your eyes open. Looking around, you realized you were in a hospital room. As your eyes roamed the room, you spotted a head of familiar brown hair laying on your right hand. You lift your left hand only for it to feel stiff and very sore. Looking at it, you see your arm in a cast and a black cast that extended from your wrist to just past your knuckles.

This movement woke Bucky up, causing him to look up sleepily. His hair was a mess and it looked like he hadn’t slept long at all. He sheepishly smiles.

“Hey doll. How are you feeling?”

Trying to sit up, you groan slightly. “Sore. Very sore, but I’m okay.”

He takes a deep breath and connects his eyes with yours. “This is all my fault, (y/n/n). I shouldn’t have called you. You wouldn’t be in here if it wasn’t for me.”

“James. You know I would’ve gotten involved either way. Anyways, I’ve been hurt worse. There was no need to make a big fuss about me. I’m fine.”

“It doesn’t matter that you’ve gotten hurt worse. I wasn’t there those times to keep you safe, an-and I failed you today.” His soft voice betrayed him when it cracked at the end of the sentence, his eyes becoming glossy.

“You did not fail me, Buck. I just was careless and took a few hard hits. By the way, I’m pretty sure I would have two broken hands if it weren’t for you. That’s all that was hurt anyways.”

His face suddenly turns serious. “Why didn’t tell me about your head? You have a concussion.”

Crap, here comes overprotective Bucky. “A: It wasn’t bad, and B: I didn’t want to worry you.”

Letting out a huff of air, he fires back, “You think I don’t worry about you? Even when we’re not on missions, I worry about you! You’re always on my mind and I’ll always worry about you.”

Wow. Did he really just say that? You shake it off as him being your best friend. “James, you don’t have to worry about me. Like I’ve said a thousand times, I’m fine!“

“You’re so frustrating, (y/n). I’m trying to be there for you, but you have to let me be there. What else aren’t you telling me?”

Doing his signature Bucky stare, you’re pretty sure he can hear your heartbeat rising. “James, that’s it. I’m fine. I didn’t tell you about it because it didn’t hurt.”

“Stop lying! I know you, okay? I know how you hate to feel weak and that’s why you don’t tell anyone when you’re struggling or hurting. You’re no-“

“That’s not fair, Buck!“

“Please. Let me finish.” His voice lowers to a little louder than a whisper, which was very hot. “You are not weak, and letting people in doesn’t make them think you are. I’m here for you. You are the most important person in my life and I’m not gonna stop until I know that you’re okay.” His glossy eyes return as they roam your face.

All the time you’d known Bucky, he’d always turned into mush with you, but this was different. The way he was talking about you made it sound like he liked you as more than a friend, even a best friend. You knew you loved him, but how did he feel? This was your chance to tell him.

You removed your good hand from his and placed it on his cheek. He leans into it and places his hand over yours. “You’re the most important person to me, too. And I-I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a long time, James. I lo-“ You’re cut off by a loud ringtone coming from his phone. Sighing, he apologizes before answering it. After a short conversation with the person on the phone, he closes his eyes in discontent.

“I’m so sorry, doll. I’ve got to meet Sam in a few minutes. He says hi, by the way.” He gets up, presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, and quietly leaves the room. A few seconds later, his head pops back in the doorway. “Buck,” you ask. “What are you doing?”

He looks conflicted before quickly walking towards the bed and smashing his lips onto yours. It takes you a few seconds to process what was happening but as soon as you did, you kissed him back. His flesh hand was resting against your jaw, while the smooth metal one was running through your hair. Your good hand was wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

After about a heated 10 second make out session, you pull apart smiling, your foreheads against each other’s. Out of breath, you both pant. Bucky speaks first. “I should have done that a long time ago.”

“Yes. You should have. Now, go meet Sam, I’m not going anywhere.”

With a chuckle, he gives you a quick kiss on your temple before walking out of the room. He’s got the biggest smile you’ve ever seen and your pretty sure your facial expression is the same.

You couldn’t count how many times over the years you’ve wanted to do that. It was everything you had dreamed it would be. Bucky, who was known for his brute strength, became the most gentle person when your lips were locked. To be fair, he was always gentle with you, but this was different.

Sighing in content, you look to your left. There’s a paper with sloppy handwriting you could tell was Bucky’s. Using your good hand to wipe away a happy tear that had escaped your eye, you picked it up. The paper read: “mild concussion, four broken carpal bones in left hand, pulled left bicep.” Wow, that’s not as bad as you thought your injury list was going to be.

No matter how hard you tried, your mind kept drifting to Bucky and the moment you’d just shared. Trying not to think about him or your feeling towards him so you could get some sleep, you close your eyes and wait for peace to come.

Opening your eyes, you’re no longer in the hospital; you’re right back in Wakanda, the day you came back from the blip. About to step through the portal to an unrecognizable battlefield, you felt a familiar smooth metal hand grab yours. “Hey doll.” He says. Before you can register what is happening, you throw your arms around him. He immediately reciprocates the hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His hot breaths against your skin made your heart skip a beat.

Breaking up the moment, T’Challa approached you, “It’s time, my friends.” Pulling apart, Bucky placed a kiss on your cheek that made both of them turn pink. Going through the portals hand in hand, you and Bucky join the hundreds of heroes blipped back, ready to fight Thanos’ army. At Steve’s, “Avengers, Assemble.” You all run towards the enemy.

You tried to stay close to Bucky, but we were separated soon after the fighting began. After stabbing one of the monstrous creatures, you look to the right and see a member of the Black Order sneaking up behind Bucky, who was fighting one of the same creatures you just had been. “Bucky!! Behind you!! Buck! James!!” You screamed, trying to run to him, but your body was frozen in place. The screams you had tried to emit didn’t even leave your throat. Tears quickly filling your eyes, you fought with everything you could just to yell or move towards him.

The Black Order member, who you identified as Corvus Glaive, was now feet away from Bucky. In one swift motion, he brought his spear back before ramming it into Bucky’s lower back, it coming out his stomach, making a cry of pain escape his lips. “NO!!! BUCKY!!” Suddenly you had control of yourself again and sprinted towards him. Corvus jerked the blade out of Bucky, disappearing into the battle.

Tears were streaming down your face as you fell to your knees at his side, taking his flesh hand. “You’re gon-gonna be okay, James. We’re gonna get Shuri a-“

“Why?” He weakly started before stopping to cough, “Why didn’t y-you warn m-me? You’re so weak. You couldn’t even save the man you love.” The hand in yours went limp, and his blue eyes dulled.

“NO!” You sobbed, unable to hold in your grief. His words repeated in your mind; “You couldn’t even save the man you love.” “You’re so weak.”

Screaming, you shoot up from your hospital bed, covered in sweat. Nurses came running in, but you quickly dismissed them, just saying it was a nightmare. That specific nightmare visits you almost every time you slept. Sleeping on Bucky’s shoulder was the first time in months that you’ve actually gotten good sleep, granted it was partly due to your concussion. This didn’t deter you from thinking he definitely had something to do with it.

A few minutes after waking up, your phone went off beside the bed. You saw Sam’s name on the screen and got worried.

“Sam, what’s wrong?”

“Dang, girl. Such the pessimist.... but there is actually something wrong. Bucky got arrested.”

Suddenly you were wide awake.

“WHAT!? WHY??”

“He missed his therapy. You gotta get here soon.”

“Where are you?”

“Baltimore. I’ll send you the address.”

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obeiii-mee · 4 years ago

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How will the bros react to MC self-doubting themselves? Like saying bad things about them or can't be serious someone give them compliment.

Supportive demon bois coming right up! Sorry I took so long to write this anon! Thank you so much for the ask! (Also, thank you all for the love on my previous posts!)

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The Brothers with an MC who self doubts themselves:

Lucifer:

-As the embodiment of pride itself, Lucifer has an overwhelming amount of confidence, almost all the damn time

-So, he was flabbergasted to learn that you weren’t the same

-He always insisted that you aren’t anything but perfect, yet you always seemed to brush the compliments off with a shrug and an awkward smile

-Well, shit, we can’t have that

-Lucifer just got 10x more serious about the matter

-He pulls a really stupid concerned face whenever you insult yourself and he looks more and more like a 48 year old man/dad each time it happens

-He, as of late, increased the number of pet names he has for you and the amount of compliments he gives you each day

-He refuses to let you talk badly about yourself anywhere, at any point in time and encourages every little step you take towards bettering yourself like crazy

- Lucifer wants to prove to you that you are an absolute ray of sunshine and he will go to any lengths to do just that (do not ask)

-He’s even more affectionate than usual which confuses just about everyone in the House of Lamentation, yourself included

-His brothers are feeling a disturbance in the force and they don’t know how to feel about it

-You are possibly the best thing that’s happened to him since he fell as angel and Lucifer is ready to do whatever he can to help you realise that

Mammon:

-“You’re an idiot!”

-“*Sigh*, I know.”

-“Wha-Wait! Y-you can’t say thAT!”

-The Great Mammon is seriously worried about his human

-Being the dense motherfucker he is (i still love him tho) it took him weeks to realise you’re not all that confident in yourself

-At some point in your relationship, he jokingly called you annoying and you just went “Yeah I’ve been told. Sorry.”

-His jaw literally dropped and he almost cried

-He would have choked if he was drinking something

-Tsundere Mammon has gone bye bye and here comes the cuddling teddy bear that is your boyfriend

-He also doesn’t have as much self love for himself as he sometimes pretends to have so he’s kinda in the same boat

-Which means your boat is leaking and you’re perfectly fine with it while he’s panicking and trying to throw water overboard with his hands

-His brothers call him an idiot a lot but he’s a very sociable guy with people skills that he uses all the time in order to coax you out of your self pitiying shell

-Will whine every time you call yourself ‘useless’ or disagree with his compliments because what the hell, you’re literally the most gorgeous being ever let me love youuuu

-When it comes to you and your happiness, he ain’t fucking around. He will snarl at anyone that even looks at you in the wrong way

-Did that to Lucifer once, guess a what happened

-You’ve definitely helped him come to terms with the fact that he is loveable and not a good for nothing scum

-So now it’s your turn!

-Let him kiss your insecurities away please

-Your presence makes him feel wanted so he wants the same for you!

Levi:

-Well then

-It takes two to tango ya know?

-He is the KING of self loathing and no confidence whatsoever in anything he does so every time you put yourself down, he counters it with a self deprecating insult as well

-“I suck.”

-“Nah, you’re pretty awesome normie. I’m the shut in, disgusting otaku who can barely set foot outside his bedroom without having an anxiety attack.”

-It’s like you’re trying to outdo the other on who is worse

-Truth is, he really admires you, especially knowing you chose to date him; an anime nerd with no social life and no communication skills whatsoever

-It hurts a bit, every time he builds up the courage to actually compliment you and you not taking it seriously

-That’s because he recognises that he’s the same and just as harsh on himself as you are

-Levi knows self hatred is something that takes time to demolish

-But you are his Henry after all (also his partner but whatevs)

-He’s not gonna leave you hanging when you need him the most

-He also gradually stops calling you a normie as your relationship progresses, though it still slips through every now and again

-Basically, the first time he realised that you think negatively of yourself, his immediate reaction was: Haha lmao relatable

-But now, every time it happens, he gets all serious

-Puts his controller down and everything, it’s like witnessing a very rare phenomenon and it’s creepy as shit

-He’s also made an effort to be more physically affection though he is kinda shy about it because damn it he just wants to hug you every time you speak badly of yourself

-Probably writes a list at some point stating all the reasons why you are better than him and Ruri chan combined, it’s rlly sweet

Satan:

-He’s a bit curious as to where that mentality has come from

-What triggered you to be so self doubtful?

-He’s basically your psychotherapist and asks you a lot of questions trying to find different causes and solutions for your issues

-Honestly, he puts so much effort into trying to understand, reading books about it from the human realm and whatever he can find in order to help you

-He scrunches up his nose every time you call yourself an idiot or anything of the sort

-Satan knows that insisting you’re wonderful won’t exactly help you overcome this problem of yours

-But that doesn’t stop him from doing it

-It’s not like you can ignore his comments because he will keep complimenting you until you accept them

-He also repeats a lot of pick up lines but that’s just part of being his partner

-What do you mean you’re worthless?!! He would literally give away all of his books and his hatred for Lucifer in exchange for your well being!

-Satan is possibly the smartest out of all of his brothers, so he uses a tactical approach on this one

-Direct affectionate gestures don’t work on you so he’s gonna be more subtle

-Would slightly hint that you are amazing every time you do something for him, like fetching him a book or something

-“Ah thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you love.”

-He’s a lot smoother than he gives himself credit for

-He just appreciates your existence and that there’s someone out there that he doesn’t need to be act hostile or fake toward

-Satan is ready to sit down and listen to you talk about your insecurities for hours on end

-You would quietly say something bad about yourself and he would run through the House of Lamentation before bursting into the room you are in, shouting ‘No! That’s wrong!’ (going Danganronpa on your asses)

-“Welp, I fucked up again. I can’t do anything right.”

-And then, in the distance you hear boss music starting

Asmo:

-*Shocked Gasp*

-How could you say such things about yourself???? Is that even leGAl?

-Of course, the literally prince of Lust, with all of his narcissism, has never experienced things like ‘self doubt’ of ‘bad self esteem’

-Pfft, the fuck is that?

-He only uses the most positive of words when he describes himself

-So obviously he almost falls off the bed when he hears you insulting yourself for the first time

-But ya know, that would leave bruises on his beautiful skin

-“Oh darling, you’re not annoying or a moron! You’re not anything like Mammon!”

-That was a below belt fatal hit, press f in the chat for the second eldest

-At some point, he just genuinely believes you’ve been spending too much time with Levi and that his negativity started rubbing off on you

-But then you tell him you’ve always been like this and he almost has a crisIS

-He’s like ‘Haha, no, we’re going to get a spa day out tomorrow and a few shopping sprees so I can prove to you that you are magnificent in every way imaginable.’

-Asmo loves pampering you in general but on the days he sees you feeling extra sorry for yourself, he goes above and beyond

-Gets very hurt when you brush off his compliments because he just wants you to accept the fact that you’re beautiful

-He’s like a supportive mom lmao, whenever you’re feeling self doubtful, he goes “You’re doing great sweetie, keep it up I’m really proud of you.”

-It’s up to you to decide whether that helps or not

-He’s such a sweetheart in reality, it’s hard to remember that he’s supposed to be horny all the time

-Well he is but that’s not the point, you’re way more important

-Asmo is so much fun to write cuz I can make him so dramatic it’s hilarious

Beel:

-Oh no :(

-He gets very sad everytime you self deprecate yourself

-You can’t do it with him in the room because he’s going to start crying and give you this kicked puppy stare, it will break your heart

-Beel kinda comes over and goes “If I give you some of my food will you please stop saying bad things about yourself? Because it’s not true.”

-Well you can’t say no to that face

-He feels like it’s his fault you’re this self doubtful even though you’ve tried to explain to him you’ve always been like this

-He goes crying to his twin half the time because he doesn’t know what to do

-“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to drop it! Fucking hell, I’m such a fucking klutz.”

-“Sniffle no you’re not.”

-He’s like, giving you large portions of his food now

-Because food makes him happy so he wants you to be happy too

-��

-His brothers go in shock every time because the only other person Beel has ever shared his food with before was Belphie

-Physical affection goes through the roof with this guy

-Bone crushing hugs btw

-Your self worth is so immeasurable with him, you can’t even measure it

-W h o a

-I’m being serious, don’t talk badly about yourself in front of him unless you want to be hugged into next week

-You are a literal angel in his eyes, of course he thinks highly of you

-He’s just hoping his presence isn’t making your self esteem worse, that’s the thing that keeps him up at night

-Idk why but he does think that he is a bad influence on your mental well being since he’s a demon

-Beel gives you compliments all the time and it confuses him when you laugh them off uncertainly because he wasn’t joking or lying??

-He’s always supportive of your choices and encourages you to be more confident

-The same way you show your support everytime you come to his games to cheer him on

-Overall, he just wants you to feel special and appreciated

-Because you deserve it

-IneedmyselfaBeel

Belphie:

-He feels like absolute shit

-Becuase he’s well aware he‘s called you a few...not so nice words in the past

-Back then, he only thought he meant everything he said but now that he’s hearing you accept his insults and actually repeating them yourself?

-It hurts his brain and he wants to smash his head against all four walls of the room for being such a cretin

-You do tell him it’s not exactly his fault you think so badly of yourself

-But he still believes he fueled it

-So now he needs to fix it

-He’s tried everything and I mean everything

-It’s kinda working, slow progress is made which he’s really happy about but you know, it’s gonna take a while

-He finally settles on physical affection as the best way to communicate his gratefulness for you being youself

-Oh, he wasn’t hugging you before? He is now, get your ass next to him and let him cuddle you

-Handholding has increased by 69% in the last month, sorry for the loss of your right hand with how much he squeezes it

-Sometimes, he can’t help but a throw an insult at you in a playful manner, because he’s an asshole

-But he always makes sure you understand that he was just joking

-He’s such a little shit, you would be having a chat with him and you would subtly drop a insult at yourself hoping he wouldn’t notice

-But then he stops dead in his tracks, kisses you, says “Shut up, you’re stunning” and then he goes right back to the previous conversation like nothing happened

-Accept his compliments damn it otherwise he will continue to bug you about it for the rest of the day

-He’s an eboy and he’s a dickhead a times, but he just goes soft for you tbh

-If you’re feeling really bad about yourself, he won’t even say anything

-He will just big spoon you for the next 24 hours, good luck going to the bathroom or any meals during that time

-Because once you’re in his grip, you’re not getting out that easily

-He gets so pissy if anyone says something even slightly negative about you to your face

-One time, a random demon called you stupid in one of the classes at RAD and he was like ‘bïtch excuse me what?’

-Snapped his head around at him and everything

-He would have done something worse but he was lazy and feeling really petty

-So Belphie kicked him in the privates from under his desk like a damn spoiled brat

-And then he turned his head back to you, all smiles and rainbows and puppies

-I’m simping so hard for a fictional character wtf

-I had to write more protective Belphie cuz I can’t find anything of the sort anymore and I need flUFF

(Haha, I don’t know what this post is, my writing has officially taken a shit lmao. Sorry this took so long to finish, I kept going back to edit all of them)

Al~

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me imagines #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #⭐️ requests #🌸 comfort #☂️ demon brothers

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memes-in-a-half-shell · 4 years ago

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Personalities

Guess I’ve never really did one post like this one, but I wanted to list out how I envision the guys to be like, generally. My creativity has been going down the drain lately, so hopefully that’ll boost me up a bit !

-- Leo --

Leo gives out that tough, serious vibe, mostly because he’s the leader and wants to show that he’s in control.

...

But in general, that dude does like to laugh and have some fun!

Don’t worry though, he knows when he has to be serious!!!! ... At some points he just has to relax, you know?

A Man of Culture ™ , he owns some bonsai trees and loves to meditate so he can have a clearer mind. Tranquility is his way to recharge his batteries (yes, I do see him as an ambivert, with a strong introvert side).

A comic books fan, shares that passion with Mikey! He’s more of a Marvel fan, personally - some of his favorites are Spider-Man, Black Panther, Captain America, and probably a bunch of others).

Anger and strong emotions can hinder his leading choices. Anxiety rises in him, which can cloud his thoughts, but he’s working hard on that (and he’s kinda good at hiding his panic, generally).

Even if he doesn’t say it often - he does love spending time with his brothers! Watching basketball matches is definitely a must for those four.

A Leo in love is a smiling Leo. A true gentleman, he can turn into quite the passionate lover when alone with his s/o. He’s not much a fan of PDA, but his s/o shouldn’t worry much about that as the affection is multiplied tenfold later on.

Actually has a good singing voice, but he would prefer to die than to let people know.

Values Splinter’s opinion highly and often goes to him for guidance about many things - mostly regarding his leadership.

It’s a bit hard for him to let new people enter his life, since he’s scared for his family to be discovered and out in the open by any means possible, but he’s slowly starting to trust his instincts and his brothers’, knowing when it’s safe to let certain people in their world or not.

He’s an avid reader. Has a preference for classic litterature, but also enjoys horror, crime stories, and a bit of romance (if he really feels like it).

-- Raph --

Sir Raph bitchinson is in DAH HOUSE.

He’s not afraid to speak up and call out anything wrong in this household.

He and Donnie love to gossip and bitch around - you can’t change my mind. But they do that in secret though (wouldn’t want to hurt people with their judgements!!!)

Can be pretty much eloquent, when given the chance. He’s more street smart than book smart, but all knowledge is good knowledge.

He always likes to come up with some challenges for himself and his bros. Some sort of “friendly” competition amongst them, just to spice things up. He does consult Splinter sometimes to see what could be done in order to train certain skills.

Raph has a lot of love to give, but doesn’t like to show it plainly. He’s gotta show that big buff strong man attitude !!!!!!!!!! ... But he does have a big heart.

He and Mikey definitely do some music on the side - which has sparked the hilarious idea of a Hip Hop Christmas album. ... Mikey does call himself “MC Mikey”, but Raph is a better rapper.

Suprisingly good with arts and crafts (ex: woodcarving, knitting). Patience, precision, and carefulness are skills he has to work on often.

Training and lifting weights are his prefered ways to think back and analyze various things. That’s why when he’s angry, he goes out to train. It gives him the opportunity to calm down (somehow) and review the situation.

Even though his arguments with Leo can turn quite bitter, he knows he’d miss them if they were to stop. Butting heads with the leader is what brings them together (some would argue it’s not a healthy relation, but both are strong headed so it’s just always gonna be like that, you know~)

-- Donnie --

You know that shy, awkward, nerd stereotype? Throw that out the window, please.

Donnie sure is quiet when he first meets new people, but that’s only so he can observe them better and get to know how to interact with them better.

Once he’s starting to grow more comfortable, he’s probably one of the chillest dude you could hang out with.

Sure, sometimes he’ll start blabbering about his projects and throw out some complex terms, but that’s just because he’s always happy to include people into his things (IF the project is going well, that is...)

A patient teacher. Yes sometimes it’s tiring having to explain whenever he says a big word, but he doesn’t mind overall explaining and bringing forth new knowledge to those who seek it.

He’s not one to flaunt his intellect. He is not above anyone and he understands that not everyone has the same passions as him. Everybody can learn something new everyday - himself included.

Has a good sense of humor, mostly sarcastic. Is always up to doing some pranks around the lair with Mikey.

Donnie’s anger management could be described as “the calm before the storm”. He usually has a good control over his emotions, but if they ever get to explode, he can be quite ... “sharp”. He doesn’t hold his words and can be a bit judgemental when angry - but he’s quick to rectify the situation and apologize. Overall, when he’s facing a situation that displeases him, he is silent and thoughtful. ... A lot goes on in his mind.

When in love, Donnie’s heart is soft and he’s a big romantic/cheesy dork. He’s often caught gazing at his s/o, with a smile on his face. He’s not afraid to lay his feelings in the open and doesn’t mind some PDA, but when he and his s/o are alone together, you can say it gets cranked up a bit ;)

Listens to various music genres. Has a preference for 80′s-90′s rock, jazz, and various types of electronic music.

Sometimes does some remote tech support jobs on the side so he and his family can have some money to spend.

Loves to play videogames! The first one he ever completed was Super Mario World on the Super Nintendo (hence why he has a SNES controller with his gear - an object filled with good memories!).

The self proclaimed “handyman” of the lair. He loves tinkering around and find ways to upgrade simple things in the house. He’s always up for a good challenge! (May or may not have a suggestion box for his bros and his dad to drop ideas once in a while <__< !!!)

-- Mikey --

Searching for a litteral ray of sunshine? Look no further; Mikey is here.

For him, finding joy and positivity in anything is a must - at least, most of the time.

He knows his family is not of the ordinary kind with a normal house, but that doesn’t mean things have to be grim and miserable!

This mindset does come at a price though. It does happen for Mikey to have his morale drop considerably low, but in those moments he knows he has his family to support him and make him feel better.

In return he is extremely supportive of anything his family does and will always encourage them when they’re going through a rough patch.

He and Raph love to collect various human items. Mikey has a tendency to go for art related items, which sparked his interest in arts (painting, spray cans/graffiti, drawing).

He also developped an interest in cooking.

Both skills are well received by his bros and he loves to teach them some tricks here and there, along with providing creative inputs to anything (mostly Donnie’s projects).

He’s an empath and doesn’t mind when his brothers vent to him. He wants them to know they are heard and valued! The best medicine he can provide is humor.

He’s a big flirt. Everyone is beautiful in their own way and he’s not afraid to express his admiration.

A party needs to be organized? Leave that to him. He always come up with some cool playlists, lots of booze, various activities, and a theme (if needed).

Loves to reference a lot of movie quotes, popular stuff and such. And it’s never out of place too, which can be surprisingly clever!

#I'll maybe expend more at some point #but for now I am leh exhausteddddd #I love exploring their personalities 😊#and fsdjfbdj of course Donnie's has a lot of stuff LMAO #also I imagine Leo to have a similar level of anxiety to mine - so that's easy to imagine

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mikaze-discord · 3 years ago

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Class S: Love letters

This is the Class S+ Cecil love letters!!

Please enjoy under the cut

TOKIYA ICHINOSE

From Riri:

Maybe it was his midnight-blue hair, or perhaps it was his ocean eyes, but the very moment I laid my eyes upon him my mind immediately thought, “Wow, he’s very good looking… charming... I really like his vibe.” That was the first reason why he piqued my interest, rather, the initial reason why I fancied him. My eyes were drawn to him and the fact that Kay bombarded me with a truckload of his pictures didn’t help at all, I just fell deeper into the hole. But as if that wasn’t enough, she started spamming me with utapri songs and I fell in love immediately. They are all such good singers but there’s one of them who sticks out to me the most, as expected, it’s Tokiya. His voice has this intricate and refined softness that seemed to caress my ears and touch my soul. He has such a sweet (and might I add a handsome) voice, kudos to Miyano Mamoru for that.

So I started watching the anime and through that, I got to know him better. At first, he seems cold with an air of loneliness and uneasiness dawning on him. But as the series progresses, I discovered that he’s a good-natured, warm, and dedicated person who loves singing and music with all his heart and all. He’s hardworking, dedicating everything to his craft. He has pride in it, so when he was told that his singing has no ‘heart’ it affected him a lot. That caused a lot of distress in his system, and the fact that his company is pushing him to pursue other things than being a singer added to that. His passion for his craft is burning, a fire that no one could put out. That’s one of the things that I love about him. He’s dedicated to everything he does. He’s a perfectionist but he’s also a caring person who cares a lot about the starish members. He’s genuinely a good person but that doesn’t mean he’s perfect. He strives for improvement and development all the time. He helps the members whenever they need. Most importantly, his attitude towards his passion is respectable and admirable.

I might’ve said a lot of things but I guess that only means I love a lot of things about him. He’s such a beautiful soul that inspires me to be more dedicated to my passion, to make my dreams come true no matter what it takes. His path towards his dream was rough, it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows but that’s life, isn’t it? Despite that, he kept walking towards his dream. He’s admirable, respectable, and irresistibly loveable. That being said, I love all the things that made his character; that made Tokiya Ichinose be the kind of character that he is right now.

PS. Miyano Mamoru played a big part too. His insane talent gave life to Tokiya’s character.

From @poorlydrawnutapri:

When I first watched the Utapri anime like 6 years ago, having a best boy didn't cross my mind. At first, I was just most interested in Tokiya out of all the boys because I just thought he looked cool. I liked how mysterious he seemed and also, his hair, probably just because it was blue tbh. Either way, good design.

However, what really got me attached to him wasn't his looks. I then liked Tokiya's serious personality. I like how he starts off cold and stoic but how throughout the games and anime, he slowly softens up. I didn't just like his personality, I could also relate to his perfectionism and hard-working side, even when he exhausts himself, which is something I admit I also have. I continue to relate to him now after all this time, and that's why he's such a good character to me.

Besides that, his songs are nice to listen to and he has just a very pleasant voice. It's nice just to go listen to his voice after a long day. In a way, liking Tokiya also got me into the whole Utapri franchise: made some friends, made a couple of good memes, all that kinda stuff.

Also, I feel like it's a crime not to mention this so: he thicc. Like, dang, no wonder the guy only eats salads because all the fats he eats goes straight to that ass of his. (I am sorry that you had to read that.)

Overall, I just think he's neat. To me, he's relatable and has a nice character development. Tokiya is and will continue to be my best boy. :)

REN JINGUJI

From @incorrect-jinguji-ren:

Ren Jinguji, the 5th member of Starish is without any shame my favorite character of the Uta no prince sama series. Though often disregarded Ren is and always will be my most favorite and I firmly believe that he has one of the most, if not the most depth in his character. I love Ren a lot however because of his surface charismatic attitude he is usually labeled as a “playboy” or a “lothario”. This is not correct and it should never define him, as he actually is one of the most gentle and compassionate characters of the series. Ren has a very deep surface characterization and personality that is never usually recognized unless you truly take the time to understand WHY Ren acts the way he does, and WHY he makes the choices that he makes. My favorite part about loving characters is being able to accept them for their demons and embrace what others would see as the “imperfections” in them. That Is the best way to truly love them. I love Ren because of his motives, choices, and most of all his passionate loving heart. Although the pain he hides and the personality of who he really is, is hidden under a mask of charisma, he never loses himself deep within.

He’s misunderstood, but he’s beautiful. He’s so deep, from the everlasting devotion to loving his passed on mother, to always cherishing memories and the past bond he had with his childhood best friend Masato, to going against what his brother wants of him because he wants to fight to have a choice and to be passionate about something that he wants to love, because HE wants to love it. Ren didn’t have the love that a lot of people had at such a young age, he made a path for himself and along the way succumbed to the human faults that we all falter from within the hardest times in our life or even dicult events. He almost gave up, just as I know many of us had almost done before, as I know and can relate to, and still do now.

But he dusted himself o and picked up where he left o, making himself happy from once the feeling of being a hollow shell with no reason why he even existed to realizing that the most important thing in the world to him was cherishing the people who made him see the world in colors and seeking the choices that had been stripped from him at such a young age. He broke free from the chains of his family, his past, and his regrets to spread a beautiful pair of rose wings, his own wings to fly. And I hope he always flies. I will always love him, and wish nothing but the best for him whatever that be.

From @chips-and-vodka:

Ren Jinguji- the sexy, charming and flirty member of the STARISH boys. The youngest of the Jinguji family, a troubled child who grew up without a mother. A person who possesses many charms and is blessed with the gift of beauty. A red rose he was, beautiful yet his thorns are to be avoided. Beneath his passionate and seductive mannerisms there is a boy that craves genuine affection, from the one he truly adores and cherishes.

Ren Jinguji to me initially was one with a beautiful, attractive deep baritone, who is voiced by none other than the legend- Suwabe Junichi himself. The voice is an accurate fit of how this stereotype of a charming bishie should be, youthful and sensitive, and at times warm and seductive. His portrayal brings out the appeal of the character, the emotions and thoughts a troubled young adult such as the ‘useless third son’ lived through. Many would see him as a romantic one, one who showers those around him with attention and passion. Within however lives a rebellious soul who distrusts many, but still somehow desires that ray of sunshine that brightens his lonely soul.

Ren Jinguji is one that deserves real love, someone who appreciates him for who he is.

SYO KURUSU

From Jules:

Why do I like Syo, huh? Well, there are a lot of reasons! Some of them are more personal ones. First of all, Syo has always been my best boy, since UtaPri (the anime) exists. So ten long years now.

His fashion style is the first thing I noticed and it immediately intrigued me. I remember that my first thought, after seeing him in season one, was “Woah, he looks really cool!” even though Syo was just in his school uniform! I think what also made me interested in him was his energetic persona. The way he looked up to Ryuya Hyuga and wanted to follow in his footsteps was really sweet to me as well. Syo’s enthusiasm and positive attitude actually encouraged me to become stronger in a way too, if I’m being honest. I, personally, have always found his songs motivating and they made me feel better. I really came to love Syo in his episode in season one. When he talked about his childhood and how weak he was, I really felt with him. From that moment on I cheered him on and Syo definitely became my favorite character. My interest never wavered over the next seasons either.

I also have personal reasons why I love him so much. I just feel very connected and relate to him a lot, y’know? We have quite a few things in common. Syo and I have the same eye color, we have both played the violin since we were little, and were born weak and with pretty much the same health and heart issues. I like to say that Syo “saved” me, which is true. There is also the fact that the blonde and I are both on the shorter side (and regularly get teased for it), too! Though, I’m even a little shorter than him.

But to be more positive again, there is just so much more to him than meets the eye at first! Syo is more than just the stereotypical short sporty character. He really cares for his friends and wants the best for them. Syo’s friendship with every STARISH member is different but still close. He’s also protective of the ones around him. Syo really cares about his little twin brother too, which can be seen in the games and the few times he talked about him in the anime. Syo’s big heart easily balances out his, sometimes, tsundere behavior and I love him for that. This blonde idol is just a great guy and deserves all the love he’s getting and more.

Seriously, stan Syo Kurusu, guys!

From Vic:

Syo Kurusu is my favourite idol within the utapri games and any other form of media pertaining to the franchise. He is my favourite idol because of several factors, one of which being that his voice actor is Hiro Shimono, who voices Zenitsu from Demon slayer and Lucifer from “Devil is a part timer”. Syo is a very outgoing character and is talented in many aspects athletically. Born with a heart disease, he continues to persevere throughout the myriads of life’s problems in front of him.

He’s extremely outgoing and is proficient in the martial art of Karate and desires to strengthen his body more than what it is currently. He is best friends with Natsuki and can communicate with each other proficiently. Syo is my favourite character within the franchise because of his resolve, perseverance and great chemistry with Natsuki and his teammates. Hiro Shimono did the character justice by making his voice one of young, adventurous and energetic. With that said, Syo is a character I truly enjoy within the franchise and wish to see more of him.

CECIL AIJIMA

From Anon:

Greetings, princes and princesses, and welcome to a world of princes, questionably talking cats, and magic! I’m of course talking about Cecil Aijima, our foreign prince of UtaPri! So, why do I like Cecil Aijima? It’s borderline ridiculous, but it’s because of Cecil’s birthday. More specifically, Cecil’s Birthday Cruise card. But, I should start at the beginning.

Back when I first watched the anime, I thought Cecil was a little bit of a brat towards literally everyone, and one of my least favorites at the time. After watching through the rest of the anime though, I started to like him a lot more than I did before. To me, he had matured a lot after season 2, and never turned back to that bratty self. And so, when playing SL, he might not have been my favorite, but I didn’t hate him. Then, that one fateful day, I decided to pull in his birthday gacha. To my surprise, I had gotten the card in my first pull! Then the story dragged me into the Cecil Appreciation Group. I thought the story was incredibly cute. Then I got more Cecil cards so I could read more stories. Then the cycle repeated itself again. And now, well, if I’m writing this, I think you know what happened to me afterwards. I’ll be here, doing my best for him.

From Eden:

The boy with childish like demeanor but continues to have a heart of gold for his friends and wonderful composer.

I remember first watching Utapri in middle school and questioning. "Well shit- this is my life now..." and I didn't really have a favorite character at the time. I was always bouncing between characters like Syo, Otoya, even the teachers. However it was season 2 that made me realize who my true favorite was. Despite his at first cocky nature when he was first introduced, Cecil to me was amazing! His singing was magical, his origins even more fascinating. You wouldn't think Utapri would turn that down the magic route but it somehow did.

As the seasons went on, and as I got more into the series, he just became more of a love to me. His kindness and child-like nature and curiosity, he felt different than the other characters.

I love the other characters, yes but him?

Something about him just felt right! He not only seems to be a protector for those he cares about but also feels like he would be the best person to be around. Always wanting to do anything new and exciting just to peak his curiosity and to learn more. Ever since then, he has always been my favorite. The one and only Annapolis Prince, Aijima Cecil.

#utapri #utanoprincesama #uta no prince sama #Tokiya ichinose #ichinose tokiya #ren jinguji #jinguji ren #syo kurusu #kurusu syo #Cecil aijima #aijima cecil

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silkylious · 4 years ago

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Fucking Imbecile (Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Fem reader Warnings: Just a whole lotta fluff, light angst and comfort Prompt: #1 “Great. Now you’ve gone and fallen in love with her/him, you fucking imbecile”

A/N: Thank you @call-me-prodigy for the request! I hope you like this!

A constant.

That’s what you’ve always been in his life. No matter the time, place or circumstances, you’ve always been there for him. He’d dubbed you a pebble on the side of the road for his feet to kick around, but much like his other childhood friend, it didn’t seem to perturb you in the slightest. Always wandering around with that dumb, carefree grin. Unlike Izuku though, you didn’t share his desire of becoming a hero. Violence just wasn’t for you, and even if there were a lot of rescue-centric heroes out there, fighting was still a huge part of the job. Besides, it wasn’t like you could be one even if you wanted to. You were quirkless after all. Your lack of interest in heroics didn’t mean you didn’t want to help people, however. Ever the true pacifist, you sought to make everyone’s day better, regardless of how big or small the effect may be, if your smile could brighten someone’s day even by a little bit then that was enough to satiate you. Which explains why throughout his childhood, despite him being a gigantic dickhead, you were a source of unconditional support and optimism in his life. A constant ray of blinding sunshine, livening his day up whether he asked for it or not.

The events that had just transpired left his brain reeling, struggling to catch up to reality. You looked like you were asking for help. Now that he wasn’t in the grips of the sludge villain, he was left to his own devices to overthink. Fucking Deku, I didn’t need help with that expired nickelodeon slime! He repeated over and over again, though it honestly felt like he was trying to reassure himself at this point. Katsuki was confident in his abilities (that’s a fucking understatement), but he couldn’t shake the feeling of actually being in the clutches of danger, no matter how many times he’d envisioned a scenario like this. People bumped into him from each direction, he didn’t feel them, eyes trained on his open palm. The pinnacle of his power couldn’t save him, yeah sure he stalled for a bit, but if All Might hadn’t showed up, both him and that shitty nerd would’ve been toast. That undeniable fact absolutely shook him. Before he could mentally crumble apart, a hand found his shoulder, stabilizing him in reality. So warm, so recognizable, it felt like home.

He turned around and was met with soft eyes, but they held no pity, no sympathy; they didn’t call him a weakling. They poured with understanding, pride and hope, as if telepathically telling him to learn from this experience, not take it to heart. You silently tugged at his sleeve, walking him towards his residence and he didn’t say no, he didn’t say anything at all. Just quietly watched your back as you lead the way, hand still lugging him along. Not once did you look back, and he decided that he wouldn’t either. He’d learn from this, and not look back; no reason to brood over what could’ve gone wrong.

When you went your separate ways (him to U.A. and you to a public high-school), he found it hard to adjust to your absence. Quirkless or not, he valued your presence in his life. He wouldn’t admit it to save his life, but he missed your encouraging smile, missed your comforting touch. He’d grown attached to you, you’d never once made him feel small, weak or pitiful, and you still managed to console him when he needed it most. Luckily for him, you lived next door.

He lost. To fucking Deku. That was certainly a first. What rubbed salt into his open wound were his other classmates, Katsuki was not accustomed to having actual competition. He was so used being first by a landslide, that his mind could barely compute not only his loss against Deku, but the sheer skill and strength some of his peers showed off. Like that Half-n-Half bastard. Fuck. Then that stupid nerd had to babble some bullshit about a borrowed quirk, was he mocking him? Did Deku seriously think he was dumb enough to believe shit like that?! He was standing in front of his home, refusing to go in, not when he still had fucking tears in his eyes.

“Katsuki?” Of fucking course, you had to show up now of all times. You seemed to have a habit of catching him at his lowest and it was pissing him off. He dried his eyes with his sleeve, he knew it was futile and his eyes were bloodshot anyway, but he refused to cry in front of you. At lest that was the plan.

“F-Fuck off!” His stammer severely dulled the insult. You ignored it, as per usual.

“What happened?” You persisted, approaching him until there was only a couple inches between you. His shaky breaths came out short, unrhythmic. You slowly lowered his forearm from his face, only to be greeted by his vermilion gems encased in angry red lines, clear indications that he was crying. Katsuki watched, waited for you to show any kind of that self-righteous pity, the kind he saw in Midoriya’s eyes, the kind that he full-heartedly loathed. But it never came, all he could see is patience and quiet succor, waiting for him to say his piece. “What happened, Katsuki?” You repeated. The addition of his given name softened him up way too much for his own comfort.

Fuck it. He blew off at the mouth, releasing all his frustrations and insecurities in one breath. Katsuki was screaming, shouting and yelling to his heart’s content. And you listened, not once did you intervene his venting session. When his voice became scratchy, his eyes watering again and not a coherent word came out of his mouth, that’s when you decided to step in. His unintelligible ramblings were cut off as you engulfed him in a tight hug.

“Listen to me, Katsuki. And I want you to listen good,” The words were whispered right into his ear, as if you were trying to push them directly through his subconscious. He stood there, stiff as a board as he took in your response, your arms holding him securely. “You’re strong and smart and hardworking, I know that better than anyone else. But you’re not flawless; nobody is, and that’s not a bad thing, its not a weakness. Tell me, don’t you want to be the strongest hero of them all? The best? The number one?” He, in a very uncharacteristic and meek fashion, gave you a single nod. “Then knowing your flaws and working on them is essential to that, don’t ya think? Losses, right now, aren’t weaknesses, Katsu. They’re steppingstones. You’re still learning, you still have so much room for improvement, and you can only improve by working on your flaws, yeah?”

Your voice was so gentle, so comforting, hands rubbing at his tense shoulders and back. He couldn’t help but wrap his muscled arms around you too, nodding his head as he planted it closer to the crook of your neck. Katsuki kept you in that position for god knows how long, breathing in your scent while letting your words sink in. He briefly contemplated the possibility of you having a quirk. A quirk that let’s you say the right things at the right time because goddamn you knew just how to lift his spirits.

“Thanks, nerd.” It was so faint that had it not been uttered into your neck, you probably wouldn’t have heard it. He tightened his hold on you for a split second before he completely let go and walked to his front door, entering and shutting the door behind him without sparing you a second glance. He stepped in feeling much more relieved, elated even, but he didn’t understand the rapid beating of his heart, nor did he want to dwell on it. It’s probably from all the yelling anyway.

On the other side, you stood with a serene smile, humming lightly with jubilation.

“You’re welcome, Katsuki.”

He’d seek you out whenever he wanted to rant about that fucking nerd or the Half-n-Half bastard, and you listened to his every word, giving your own comments whenever you felt they were needed. Somehow, despite going to different schools, the separation seemed to draw you closer together. You’d frequent his room, study with him, play video games with him, and sometimes you’d just lay there, silently cherishing each other’s company. Then he had to leave for the U.A. training camp.

“Take care, Katsu,”

“Yeah, yeah,” Crimson eyes fell on your form, he adjusted the duffel bag strap on his shoulder. Shifting his weight from one leg to the other, Katsuki contemplated his next move, awkwardly staring at your face while his mind went into overdrive. For fuck’s sake. You watched him curiously as he huffed aggressively, stomping over to you. He roughly pulled you into an embrace, if you could even call it that; it felt like he was trying to suffocate you.

“Stay safe, dumbass.” He grumbled, ending the affectionate gesture as soon as it had started.

It was supposed to be a get away resort to enhance the students’ quirks, but they got way more than they’d bargained for. You stayed up all night, gaze trained on the news channel as more and more updates filed in. They took him. They kidnapped him. Staring with tears in your eyes at the sight before you, blue flames licking at what was supposed to be a secret location. Your heart was palpitating wildly in your chest.

“Izuku!” The whole class turned around at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. You quickly shuffled past them, almost throwing yourself at Midoriya’s frame on the hospital bed. You cried into his chest, agony bleeding from your eyes as you pleaded, begged for him.

“Bring him back, please. Bring back our Kacchan, Izuku!” If his hands weren’t in casts, he would’ve clutched you impossibly closer. He was the only one who knew of your feelings for his childhood friend and seeing you like this added more fuel to the fire of determination in his eyes.

A week had passed, Katsuki was rescued and he hadn’t said a word to you since his arrival. You figured he needed time to think but god did you miss him, all you could think about is being in his arms, his presence, hearing his voice, anything that could assure you he was still here, alive and safe.

Late into the night, you couldn’t catch a wink of sleep, too preoccupied with the aftermath of everything that had happened one week ago. There was a knock at your door. Your parents were well asleep, so you were left to see who would be here at this ungodly hour. Looking through the small peephole, your eyes caught sight of spiky ash blonde hair. The door was swung open, Katsuki didn’t have time to react before you flung yourself at him and he nearly lost his balance from the impact. He’d never seen you this shaken up (you were always so calm and collected) and it fucking hurt so you like this, because of him, because he wasn’t strong enough, because his weak ass couldn’t save himself-

“I missed you so much, K-Katsuki,” You were sniffling and hiccupping all over his shirt, but he couldn’t care less about that. His attention was drawn to you, the state you were in, he didn’t even return your hug, all he could think about was how pathetic and weak he was. Immediately, you picked up on his lack of reaction, how his head was bowed in shame, how his hands limply hung at his sides. You’d seen him in this exact position countless times before and you knew what you had to do. Sat on your couch, the silence was deafening, vastly different to the air of tranquility you usually shared. Katsuki decided to speak first.

“It was my fault–”

“Katsu–”

“Let me finish.” You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from interjecting his speech. But god, it was so hard to keep quiet when he was berating himself like this. He poured his heart out to you, each word so damning, so broken. Every syllable that fell from his lips cut through you; you couldn’t bear to see him like this. You could only imagine the sheer anguish lurking inside him, his idol retired to save him, even just the thought made your chest hurt. Tears painted his face, yours too. By the time he’d gone mute, you had him in your grip, rocking him gently as you tried to recollect your thoughts.

“Katsuki,” You started, voice faint and barely a whisper. “I don’t know exactly what happened there, but… if there is anyone to blame for this, it’s the villains,” His head was buried in your chest, tears still cascading down his face and into the material of your shirt. “And honestly, I don’t think anything you could have done would have changed the outcome at all. You don’t give yourself enough credit, Katsu. If anyone else was in your place, I doubt it would’ve changed anything for the better. Honestly, I feel like this was probably the best case scenario, it’s still shitty but at least you’re alive and safe. All Might’s alive, your classmates are all safe. All the damage was the villains’ fault, not yours. Please don’t beat yourself up over this, it was out of your control…” Your voice trembled as another barrage of water conquered your eyes. Your hands ran through his soft follicles, trying to soothe the hurricane that was stampeding through both of you.

That strange sensation in his gut began to arise again as you shed tears of empathy for him, the beating in his heart accelerating considerably. You remained that way, in each other’s embrace, until you both fell into slumber and your parents woke you up the next day. As Bakugo said his goodbye to you and watched you close the door with a stupidly cute bedhead, he realized something. Something that explained the annoying flutter of his heart whenever you called him that stupid nickname, the overwhelming desire to be near you at all times and why he only ever let you break through his defense, bringing down his fortified walls brick by brick.

Katsuki facepalmed.

“Great. Now you’ve gone and fallen in love with her, you fucking imbecile.”

After his move to the U.A. dorms, your rendezvous had become a lot less frequent. He found himself thinking about you way more than he’d like to admit, unbeknownst to him you were thinking about him just as much, if not more. You’d send him a text daily asking how he was, fussing over his well-being and making sure he’s okay. And the times you did meet up, things would be… off with him. With the revelations about his own feelings recognized (finally), Katsuki found himself noticing small things about you, ticks and habits most people wouldn’t bat an eye at, but he did. He found himself struggling not to blush whenever you shared a goodbye hug, or when you would lean over to look at his notebook during your study sessions, coming dangerously close to his face. You’d picked up on his change of attitude too but didn’t comment on it. It sent butterflies soaring in your chest, head high above the clouds every time that adorable pink would grace his devilishly handsome face, yet you couldn’t risk it. What you had with Katsuki was precious to you but also to him, you didn’t want to ruin one of the only true friendships he had for the sake of your own feelings.

Katsuki finally grew the balls to tell you (after an onslaught of teasing from the Baku-squad when they caught wind of his crush). He was over at your place for the weekend, you spent the whole day playing video games (ahem getting your ass kicked), watching crappy horror movies and just enjoying each other’s company. He loosened up the more time went on, reminding himself to savor every waking moment with you by his side, never again would he take you for granted.

You were on your third horror film, competing to see who would get scared first. The plot in this one wasn’t all that horrible if you were being honest, it had completely captivated you, so much so that you couldn’t see the smirk on Katsuki’s face or how his hand had sneaked around the back of the couch to reside behind your shoulders, waiting for the right moment to strike. The scene was building up to a climax, Katsuki side eyed you as you leaned forward, too engulfed in the movie to be aware of your surroundings. And then–

“AHHH!”

An all too embarrassing shriek left your throat, you’d never live that one down. Katsuki was laughing his ass off as your brain tried to register what had just happened. And when it finally clicked, you were ready to beat his ass into oblivion. Jumping into his lap without thinking about it, you began throwing punches at his chest (that honestly felt like getting tickled to him), which substantially increased his laughter until there were tears in his eyes. “You asshole! why would you do that?!” Your indignant cry only served to make him laugh harder until he sounded like a seal doing a mating call. His atypical glee was contagious and you found yourself chuckling along, hands no longer jabbing at his pecs, rather resting peacefully over them, feeling his chortles in overwhelming detail.

When the dust had settled and your chuckles died down, both of you became infinitely conscious of the position you were in. Both of your faces suddenly aflame with realization. When you went to break the close proximity between you, he surprised both of you by securing his hands on your hips, keeping you in place. The fiery red adorning his cheeks was a comical contrast to the determined scowl on his face. His knuckles were turning white as he dug his digits into your sides, steeling himself.

“(n-name), I like you… a lot,” Katsuki wished he could stare at anything but your face, yet he forced himself to watch your reaction. “I-I wanna be more than friends–”

Not another letter passed through his lips before you molded them with your own, sealing that as your response. His hands relaxed a bit, moving up to your waist and kneading the soft skin there. When you pulled a part, you’ll never forget the sight of the small grin of genuine elation on his face, not taking a second to reciprocate it.

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biletdoux · 4 years ago

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waiting: physical therapy | d.sc

Rating: G (in this part)

Genre + Tropes: non-idol!au, romance (angst, slice of life)

Warnings: mentions of a car accident

Length: 1.2k+

Summary: Sicheng is a creature of habit.

Note: it’s a little late, but i’m back!! i swear i’m working on my other works as well, i’ve just been a little caught up with school and work ;; this one is for @odentist and @adamfoolcry bc ilysm!! i know i’ve been absent, but you guys are in my thoughts always. thank you for putting up with me!!! it means a lot and i’ll work on being better at keeping in contact<3 also, i know not many people read my works, but i’m always super grateful toward the people who do <333

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part iv: physical therapy

Sicheng has physical therapy every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning from 09:00 to 11:00. He arrives at each session exactly 15 minutes early every time and although the receptionist who registers him varies depending on the day, Minho is always there to greet him with a bright smile. Sicheng would then set his stuff aside in a designated locker for the day and he’d start off the morning with some light stretches before the actual session started. This has been his routine for the past few months now.

Today is no different.

“Sicheng,” Minho grins with a tap of his electronic watch. “Eight forty-five on the dot as usual.”

Sicheng shoots a small smile with an acknowledging nod of the head in reply as he rolls his wrists and starts loosening his ankles. His joints ache and creak in ways that bother him more than it should and his stiff muscles hiss in protest. Sicheng understands he should be grateful that he could at least walk and stretch on his own, but he can’t help but become bitter when he remembers his old lithe self. Minho is oblivious to Sicheng’s inner machinations as he mirrors him and does his own set of stretches.

Sicheng is a dancer. Was. Is. Sicheng will be a dancer again. One day. Yes, one day. Definitely. Hopefully.

While at heart, Sicheng will always be a dancer, his body is broken and won’t move in ways that it once did. Minho helps build him back up two hours at a time, three days a week, but Sicheng knows his body will never go back to the way it used to be prior to the accident.

Sicheng remembers waking up with a hazy mind and heavy limbs. The bleak whiteness of his room and bed sheets blinded him as he struggled to register his surroundings. The plastic nasal cannula delivered heated high flow oxygen through his body and the wires attached to his body alerted the nearby nurses of his rousing. They came in and took a set of vitals before talking to him sweetly, as to not alarm him too much, but his head ached and Sicheng still can’t recall much of what happened the first few days he came to.

The doctors said a lot of things, but Sicheng extracted that he was lucky.

Among other things, the impact left him with two broken ribs and a punctured lung. They told him he was transported to a nearby hospital just in time before his left lung completely collapsed, but his spleen had ruptured, requiring emergency surgery to prevent further internal bleeding. There was moderate trauma to his head, resulting in cerebral contusions and swelling, but they determined his central nervous system came out unscathed. Sicheng’s mind and recollection was still foggy and tattered, but they assured him that it would return. Perhaps in pieces, but one by one it should come back.

Sicheng was bedridden for over a month and required an additional month of intensive in-patient hospital rehabilitation from his injuries and deconditioning before he was even cleared for discharge and out-patient rehabilitation. The doctors were surprised by his progress and had a positive outlook on his prospect, but Sicheng knows.

Things will never be the same.

Sicheng enrolled in the best out-patient rehabilitation his insurance provided for him and that was how he met Minho, a ray of sunshine and the epitome of positivity. Minho’s relentless encouragement lapped at Sicheng’s bitterness and eventually wore him down. Now Sicheng finds himself looking forward to their sessions together, despite having to face he’s no longer who he was.

“Are you ready?” Minho asks. “We’re going to work on strengthening today.”

During his first session with Minho, Sicheng still wobbled on his feet. The hospital sent him home with a walker and pair of crutches, but Sicheng found it insulting when pirouettes and grand jetés used to come as second nature. Minho introduced himself with a fervor that had Sicheng wincing. He didn’t want to be here, especially when it meant entrusting his recovery with some happy-go-lucky sap.

Sicheng gave Minho the cold shoulder the entire session and completely ignored any suggestions or advice. This went on for a few more times until Sicheng almost collapsed one day from pushing himself too hard despite Minho’s warnings. His legs were cramping and his lungs felt like they were going to burst. Sicheng nearly toppled over had it not been for Minho there ready to steady him at a moment's notice. Minho said nothing as Sicheng heaved in long and heavy breaths as his skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat.

Minho was quiet and didn’t say much. Sicheng appreciated him for not rubbing too much salt in his wounds.

During the last twenty minutes of that session where Minho was helping Sicheng with stretches, he broke their strained silence.

“Sicheng, you have to be kind to yourself and allow yourself time and patience. I know it’s tough, but things will come back. The mind may forget, but the body always remembers.”

Sicheng didn’t say anything back, but he couldn’t find it in himself to scoff back like he would at any other tacky saying and ever since then, he grew to have a quiet respect and even tentative friendship with his physical therapist.

Sicheng looks forward to Friday sessions the most. Usually they do strengthening most of the time and today is no different. It’s harder on his body than other sessions, but he enjoys the steady ache of his muscles afterward. He views it as a sign of progress and Sicheng takes in greedy gulps.

Sicheng finishes today’s sessions on autopilot, barely noticing the minutes that flew by until it was time to stretch. Minho helps push and hold positions when Sicheng can’t and he’s grateful.

“Hey what’s up with you today?”

“Hm?” Sicheng is flat on his back and Minho is supporting his right knee to Sicheng’s chest. “What are you talking about?”

“Dunno,” Minho hums thoughtfully as he switches to stretch Sicheng’s left leg. “You just seem tired.”

“Oh. I’ve been having trouble sleeping I guess.”

“Will talking about it help?”

Sicheng ponders his offer for a minute before a soft grunt escapes his lips. His left leg is always stiffer than his right and Minho is pushing it today. “No, I don’t think so, but I’ll be fine. Thanks.”

“Okay, I’ll take your word for it. Try to get good rest though, it’s crucial for recovery.”

Minho understands Sicheng enough to know exactly when and where to push, physically and personally. A comfortable quiet settles between them until the session is over.

Sicheng cools down in the locker room before heading out and waving goodbye to Minho and the receptionist of the day.

By 11:20, the sun is out and the streets are busy. Sicheng has to block out rays of light from his eyes as he looks up to see the buildings to decide what the next move for the day will be. Maybe some lunch?

He ponders quietly to himself before noticing a tap on his shoulder and turns to see a girl.

“Sicheng, is that you?”

Note: oooof, this one isn’t as whimsical and fluffy as the other cause it has lots of exposition, but finally mores stuff is revealed about sicheng!!

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my-writings-and-musings · 4 years ago

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Hey, I hope you are 100% ok with found family theme? Because found family theme in Transformers are my favourite trope. For the request, would you do the headcanons for Ratchet, Drift and Windblade with the reader who is a techno-organic?

Found Family is the golden trope above all tropes and 1000% supported on this blog anon don't worry about it. Time for some fluff.

Windblade

·Though she's somewhat new to exploring the galaxy, she knows the value of close friends, and how they can become your greatest support when times are tough. She forges bonds that are deep with those she trusts, and she intends to keep those for the rest of her life. To a certain extent one might say she has a family that's always growing. Granted she doesn't just let anyone in, but her kind nature means she's always seeking out those who need companionship. For you, this worked out rather beautifully from the outset. Unlike so many others your nature didn't perturb her in the slightest. She was merely curious, but upon discovering you were being ostracized she took you under her wing and never looked back.

·Like any found family, she introduces you to the other members and explains to each one in private what you'd endured. The bots she'd never known a day without, Chromia and Nautica, stepped up immediately to help. This family is built on mutual support and protecting one another, so think of yourself as having just gained some very large and powerful but loving bodyguards. Chromia in particular has no patience for bullies. Neither does Windblade, but she prefers to sort things out peacefully if you ever find yourself the target of more bullying. That likely comes from her role as a Cityspeaker, given that communication is her greatest skill, and she extends that to you as well. You'll never find her anything but enthusiastic to listen to what you have to say, and she loves to talk and share her opinions right back.

·Speaking of Cityspeaker duties, however, there's someone else in her circle that you'll get to meet. Titan's aren't just her coworkers, she bonds quite closely with them too, and she likes to help others understand that these gigantic beings can actually be quite lonely. Thus, your newfound family turns out to be much larger than you could have ever anticipated. That's to say nothing of how boundless the love and acceptance proves to be, as for the first time you find yourself surrounded by a judgement free environment, and it's like a breath of fresh air. Anything on your mind can be spoken without fear of rejection! Windblade takes listening incredibly seriously, after all, and so for the first time in your life you speak and are heard. The lack of genetic relations does nothing to stifle the wonder of it all.

·Yet, for her incredibly soft spark, Windblade quickly proves she has no patience for the bias you've become accustomed to as a techno-organic. Comments you were once forced to just endure are now met with fiery resistance from your adopted family. Should anyone ever get the idea they can threaten you, that assumption is very quickly corrected. The Stormfall Sword rarely even needs to be unsheathed for them to learn you're under considerable protection, and even if it does Windblade won't hesitate if she fears you're in any kind of danger, and neither will anyone else on your side. When you ask why they reply as if it's obvious; family looks out for family. They're with you through thick and thin, and you don't have to endure any cross words so long as they're around. Each one promises that much.

·Having endured what you have, it takes some time for you to understand that they mean it, and that they'll never abandon you. Windblade has truly taken you under her wing, as she so often likes to joke.

Ratchet

·Being a medic for a species desperately understaffed with doctors can be exceptionally difficult, especially with such high mortality rates, but that's never stopped Ratchet from caring. He knows every life is precious, and he forms friendships with the intent of them lasting a lifetime. No one is ever going to be uncared for if he has something to say about it. Thus, you more or less find yourself "adopted" by the gruff medic before you can even blink. Though techno-organics often face exclusion from bots, Ratchet has spent enough time performing surgery to know that what's on the inside physically hardly matters in terms of character. He's held the sparks of Autobots and Decepticons alike, and at the end of the day they all look the same.

·That being said, he makes it very clear to you that if anyone gives you a hard time, he wants to know straight away. His famously gruff demeanor isn't all an act, and he can absolutely make a bot regret every single mean word they said to you. Not only that, but he knows how emotional health is just as important as physical, so he makes sure to check in on you quite frequently. It's not our of character for him to sit you down if he sees something is bothering you, at which point he'll gently ask if you'd like to talk and he'll listen. Being busy doesn't mean he won't do everything in his power to make time for you.

·Something people often forget though, and you'll probably be quite surprised to see, is how much he likes to celebrate positive achievements and praise your hard work. Like a proud papa, he'll absolutely gush when he hears you've succeeded at something you've been working on. Not just to you either, if you're okay with it, he'll brag about it to anyone that listens. Confidence is important, so he does everything in his power to make sure you know your worth. The other medics all freely join in as well. Everyone who works in the medical bay gets close to one another, so they become your extended family of sorts, like a gathering of aunts and uncles who all do surgery together. It makes for a surprisingly cheerful crew.

·Upon getting closer to him, you eventually see that Ratchet isn't just acting gruff to cover a soft spark, he's arguably the softest bot on the entire ship. On more than one occasion you've drifted off somewhere only to wake up mysteriously tucked in to your own bed, and when asked he'll simply get flustere and say the mattress is better for your back. Trust him; he's fallen asleep at his desk often enough to know. Should you ever come down with any kind of illness, however, all pretenses of gruffness will dissapear very quickly. You'll find yourself doted on by a very caring docbot, one who encourages you to relax and not strain yourself while he brings you anything you need.

·Being a techno-organic often means enduring so much isolation that receiving any kind of medical care is hard, as neither organics nor bots typically want to treat you. However, as you spend more time with the medic who's adopted you, something begins to become clear. Not only do you receive all the medical attention you need without hesitation, but all the care one requires to truly be healthy. As a family should, he and the others medics look out for your emotional wellbeing too. Your sense of self finally begins to heal as you never knew it needed to.

Drift

·When it comes to being alone, few bots have a greater understanding than a former Decepticon. Even on the Lost Light he's pushed to the outskirts, and thus his precious few friends become lifelong companions that are naturally his family. Having explored far and wide and knowing that the prejudice against techno-organics like yourself is awful, his first action when he saw you was to offer his protection. He'll never let anyone endure loneliness if he can help it. You're surprised by how incredibly warm and affectionate he is right from the start, as his reputation would hardly suggest a bot who welcomes you like a literal ray of sunshine.

·Yet in surprisingly short order you find yourself under the protection of a bot who's simultaneously the friendliest and deadliest being on the ship. Drift checks in with you regularly to ensure you're not being made fun of or even made to feel the slightest bit uncomfortable. He doesn't want to kick anyone's butt, but he makes it clear he absolutely will if you're at risk, and he has the go ahead from Rodimus on that front. Speaking of which, the captain of the ship immediately grants you his own protection as well, stating that anyone who befriends his bestie is good by him. You're happy but incredibly surprised to find two individuals with such different personalities acting like they've grown up together, and the two don't even care about all the ways their perspectives differ!

·Growing closer to Drift only makes you more amazed at how impossibly mellow and relaxed he is. Though the bot could easily best almost any bot on the ship in combat, he's only interested in being friends with his fellow Autobots, hoping to extend the tenets of his religion into all aspects of his life. Though he wants you to convert, there's absolutely no pressure to do so, and he happily accepts your refusal if you decline. The laid back mech shows you the kind of nonjudgemental support system you never knew was possible. When asked about it, he says that he wants you to have a place where you'll always feel accepted, and he hopes to provide that.

·Even more than acceptance, you find him to be incredibly encouraging of all your goals, no matter how small some of them may be. Every time you achieve something he's effusive in his praise. Though he doesn't say why, eventually you put together that he sorely lacked the same in his youth. No doubt, he wants to provide you with everything he was missing. Whether he's more akin to a dad, uncle or cool brother becomes irrelevant over time. In time you come to realize what matters is you have someone who will always be in your corner. Should you ever need positive reinforcement of any kind, it's merely a request away.

·It takes time for it all to really sink in that you've been adopted more or less, all without your new family ever mentioning as much. In fact, Drift so naturally welcomed you into his life you're not sure he realized it either. The ninja bot is simply so loving and accepting you could forget there's a harsh universe out there every time he pulls you in for some comfort after a hard day. The peace of having such a system of support is indescribable.

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ask-the-clergy-bc · 4 years ago

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(Sorry, I don't know if you've answered this before) So we know that Papa ii can be the most ~cold~ of the Papas, at least in public. But what would it be like if he had a S/O that was kinda the opposite of him? Super nice, bubbly, and a little shy? She ALWAYS treats everyone including the ghouls with care which is the reason why people feel a little more at ease when she's with Papa in public bc at least she'll stop him from being too harsh. Would that create any conflicts between Papa and her?

Papa II with an Opposite Personality S/O

~Papa is known for having a well rounded set of partners through the years, even if most were casual and members of his harem. It’s surprising to many when he chooses bubbly and optimistic partners, but he actually enjoys it. So long as they aren’t too naïve or get on his nerves with saccharine nonsense Papa DOES love a good ray of sunshine in his life.

~Papa, despite his reputation of being a bitter old man, does want someone in his life who isn’t always well... like him. Sure, he loves having partners who share a sense of realism and expectation management... but even grumps need love. There is something genuine and pure about you that appeals to him. The fact that you are naturally optimistic and good natured with no manipulation is not something he gets to cherish often. Usually smiles and warm eyes are traps in his world. But you? You are different.

~You definitely get him to smile more in private and chase the storm clouds away. As long as you aren’t over bearing in your good nature or EXPECT him to magically snap into good moods. Papa doesn’t want you being like a Disney character and always trying to sing him a song to cheer him up. But rather he wants to enjoy your positive energy and the mood you carry yourself with. If you go out of your way to FORCE a smile on his face he might send you off and out of his chambers for good!

~Papa respects you for your commitment to treating everyone equally, even if he know it could get you killed in the higher ministry. But that’s why you aren’t in the ministry and HE is. Papa would be a bit more protective of you if he believed you were easily manipulated. If he was especially fond of you he would go out of his way to keep you away from members he found untrustworthy. It usually confuses the hell out of you, as you always want to see the best in people. You love to give the benefit of the doubt and Papa isn’t will to let things go so easily. (On the flip side, if you two WEREN’T as close he might drop you for being more trouble than you are worth. Nothing personal, but if he lets someone too gullible in his life and some of his privates matters slip... well... he has to save his own skin somehow!)

~ Conflict could definitely arise early in the relationship if you or others mistakenly think you have any control over your lover. That infuriates him. That’s not to say that he doesn’t show you respect. But Papa will not tolerate others treating him like he’s a trained dog at your beck and call. Papa thinks it’s unrealistic and insulting to think you have a say of what he can and can’t do is his Papal duties. Sometimes he has to be firm and sometimes he NEEDS to be harsh. But this is why you usually aren’t a normal part of his job outside of ceremony and Clergy functions.

~If you are the type to be compassionate to the point of heart break, then there are many times you’ve approached him about his attitude. Papa does not like when you do this. You are his lover, yes, but he feels it is not your place to tell him how to run his ministry. He can take a gentle encouragement to be nicer OUTSIDE of the office on his off time, but not during. You’ve left in tears before from the sheer frustration of not making him understand what his harshness does to people. And he lets you go to cry it off, thinking you need to develop tougher skin.

~You often find yourself being a middle man between scared Siblings of Sin and Papa. They know you can’t do them any favors (and you would never do anything to use Papa like that.) The siblings usually ask you on ADVICE of how to approach him! Papa, to many new siblings, is VERY intimidating and down right terrifying. They often don’t know he’s just a no nonsense man with a resting bitch face. It makes you laugh every time knowing he’s just a very blunt, yet eloquent, gentleman who wants respect. So your advice every time is to be polite, respectful, and just get to the point.

~Despite moments of tension, you do balance each other nicely. You make him take time to relax and see a more sunny disposition, and he helps you stand up for yourself and keep grounded. It’s a nice trade off and often hilarious to see you both together in public. I guess opposites can attract!

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merakiui · 4 years ago

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Hi sorry if I’m bothering but I was just wondering if you had any general headcannons for Nine or the rest of Noctu? Love your writing by the way❤️❤️.

Noctu General HCs (Aitachi, Kirr, Nine, and Day)

🎯 Aitachi 🎯

He’s always training because he wants to become a stronger Soul Reaper. His main motivation for that is you, his encouraging Manager.

Aitachi likes to train alongside you and Kirr. The three of you make a great team and whenever you seem to grow tired he’ll be there with a cold bottle of water and some healthy snacks to revive your energy.

He won’t admit it, but he tends to get embarrassed when he struggles to interact with modern technology properly. He usually learns from the others how to operate his SNS, but he seems to actually listen when he’s getting pointers from you.

He’s Kirr’s hunting buddy. The two of them probably fish together and they’d be happy to go camping with everyone if it’s brought up.

Introduce him to modern television and he’ll fall in love with all of those survival shows. The more outdoorsy, the better!

Aitachi likes to tell you stories of his tribe. If you ask, he’ll be so happy, proudly explaining more about his coming-of-age ceremony and what it’s like to experience life in his tribe.

He’s very awkward with modern language and will often talk in a stiff manner, sometimes using phrases that are commonly spoken within his tribe.

Despite his age and height, he is quite knowledgeable when it comes to survival and the outside world. Although there are many changes he is unfamiliar with, which is usually the always-updating types of technology.

Aitachi struggles to navigate the Internet and sometimes he ends up on the strangest sites with no qualms as to how he got there in the first place. One minute he’s trying to search up images of the land where his tribe lived and now he’s on a website that’s listing nearby properties for sale.

Autocorrect is his enemy and he can never fully wrap his head around those virtual helpers (Alexa, Siri, Cortana, etc.).

🏹 Kirr 🏹

Aitachi is his best friend and closest ally when it comes to anything and everything. He’s eternally grateful to have someone who understands as much about hunting and survival as he does, especially when he feels so lost in the modern world.

Kirr is probably more accustomed to the modern world than Aitachi is, but there are still moments where he struggles to keep up.

He loves to go on nature walks with the manager, but his favorite outing would have to be hunting with them. If they’re not a fan of that, he doesn’t mind a simple stroll through the woods.

He does not understand many jokes, especially those that use Internet slang or texting lingo. He’s especially confused about words like ‘simp’ and ‘pog.’

Kirr definitely enjoys wildlife shows just like Aitachi, but his favorites are usually about how animals hunt. There’s always a glimmer of intrigue in those quiet eyes when he watches a lion stalking its prey.

He’s not the best at communication and will sometimes say something that may give off the wrong impression or cause a misunderstanding. But for the sake of the manager, he wants to always try his best to improve these aspects of himself.

He does not understand flirting at all. Like jokes and the modern world, Kirr has trouble adjusting to these lighthearted tones. If the manager ever flirts with him, it’s usually one-sided and he always appears confused.

Most of the time he’ll accept whatever it is you’re telling him, especially if it’s meant to be nice. But he won’t flirt back or say anything that’s supposed to be funny because he just doesn’t understand it.

If you’re someone who likes puns and jokes, he’ll probably want to learn a little more, if only to understand you whenever you start to joke with him.

He may be serious and not at all as talkative as the other Reapers, but that doesn’t mean he’s unhappy. He’s just confused, but he’s got the spirit!

🎼 Nine 🎼

Nine is always so graceful and polite, which makes him quite the persuasive Reaper. He often finds ways to get Day to do things for him and most of it is under an innocent pretense.

Despite what some may think, he does genuinely care for those he manages to get close to. He trusts the manager and Day the most, but there are still things he won’t tell them.

He’s very good at avoiding conversations that make him uncomfortable and he won’t usually tell someone if they’re crossing a line of discomfort. He’ll just calmly redirect the conversation.

Nine probably enjoys classic literature and poetry from older time periods. He likes to compare it to today’s writing to see what has changed.

He also enjoys classical music of all sorts and will try to replicate his own versions in unique compositions. Music theory and the history of music are topics that also intrigue him, and he likes to pore over information related to that in hopes of learning more to improve his own skills.

Nine’s the type of Reaper you can rant to if you’re ever feeling down, but don’t expect him to vent about own troubles in return. He’ll comfort you to an extent, but it still seems like he’s reserved.

He likes all things peaceful: melodic piano music, zen gardens, calligraphy, and even simple poetry. He would definitely enjoy stargazing because it’s such a calming activity.

There are days when Nine’s lazy side shows and as a result of this he’ll get Day to do his tasks for him. He’s very clever when it comes to slipping away from patrols and Day’s often left with two times the amount of work.

Nine hides most of his true feelings behind a passive smile and only ever vents through his compositions, which he only shows to those he truly values.

He is surprisingly good at reading the atmosphere in a room and knows how to quell an uncomfortable mood.

🍦 Day 🍦

You’ll never see him sad unless it’s something truly serious and dire. Day is always a constant ray of sunshine like Ell.

He’s very carefree and casual, wanting to be friends with everyone in the 14th Department. Once he believes he’s made friends with someone, he’ll be willing to do anything for that person.

Day is like a huge puppy. He gets excited easily and loves being around people. There’s never a dull moment with him.

He loves to bake with Nine and the manager, as they are his two favorite people in the whole world. Day often feels incomplete without them by his side and he loves to help them whenever he gets the chance.

Day doesn’t like to see the bad sides in people and will focus on their positive qualities instead. He believes that everyone can get along if there’s a happy environment and good food!

He’ll get upset if he finds that his Soul Reapers aren’t getting along and will even cry if anyone acts particularly mean towards him or his friends.

Day loves emoticons, especially the cute and happy ones. He feels like he can fully express himself with a few emojis and he’s probably the type to spam text messages, most of which aren’t actually coherent sentences but just strings of emojis.

Another thing he loves about the manager is when they help him when he’s in distress! Sometimes he’ll trip if he’s running too fast and as much as the injury may hurt everything feels better the minute his manager bandages it. He’ll be even happier if they pretend to kiss it, promising that it’s a charm for faster healing.

When he’s with Kati, chaos and trouble ensues, as the both of them are far too energetic to contain.

He wants to try making his own ice cream with Nine and the manager, but he can never wrap his head around the process.

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