#melts and dies I love them sm

[alex-dontknow]

before i go eepying please consider

solmora stargazing at night and since they're technically looking at the remnants of their ancestors and what remains of the solarisapien race sol gets all sentimental about his choices to settle amongst the humans

"... would they ever let me return as one of them? I've strayed so far from what it means to be a warrior. have I lost my glory?"

amora turning to him with the sweetest look ever to reassure him

"you never fall from grace as a warrior. you've shown yourself to be even more courageous by choosing to protect and care for others. it's been eons, times will change."

"besides, our sons will be forever grateful that you're their father."

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting to their s/o wearing their hoodie/clothes

aka: when their tiny s/o drowns in their oversized hoodie and smells like them

Request: CELESTE 😭😭😭 how is your writing so perfect :(( i requested the cute kiss reaction and promptly died (still six feet under) it turned out to be exactly the kind of comfort i needed at the time :( so thank you ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ

i have another soft/fluff rq if you’re up for it!! how would ot13 react to their s/o wearing their hoodie/clothes?

as a short girlie representative, i always ADORE these types of imagines, just so soft and cozy in a hoodie that’s way too big but smells like Him, & in your style??? *passes away*

thank you SM for responding to my other rq and for your hard work bringing us WONDERFUL writing (。･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

- 🫧

A/N: OH MY GOD, FIRST OF ALL—COME BACK FROM THE AFTERLIFE, WE NEED YOU HERE 😭😭💛 I’m so happy the cute kiss reaction gave you the comfort you needed!! Let me revive you with another soft/fluffy scenario!!

The Utterly Weak (Melts On Sight) — Joshua, Hoshi, Dokyeom, Seungkwan

Instant cardiac arrest. Gone. Dead. Seeing you wrapped up in their hoodie like a tiny, cozy dumpling is too much for them.

“You— YOU CAN’T JUST—” hand over heart, wheezing.

Expect a dramatic reaction ("Oh no, my heart! This is the cutest thing I've ever seen—"), followed by them immediately tackling you in a hug because they NEED to squish you.

Loves when you steal their hoodies. Will leave them around on purpose just so you take them.

Bonus: Seungkwan will scream and record you. Dokyeom will spin you around. Hoshi will insist you wear it forever. Joshua will be speechless but so soft.

The Secretly OBSESSED (Tries To Stay Cool, Fails) — Jeonghan, Mingyu, Vernon, Dino

Acts like it’s not a big deal, but inside they're combusting.

Jeonghan: He SMIRKS. “Oh, so you’re stealing my hoodie now?” Secretly loves it so much. Purposely ‘forgets’ to take it back.

Mingyu: Trying so hard not to simp too obviously. Failing. “It looks…really good on you.” (He’s blushing.)

Vernon: Blinks. Stares. Mumbles, "That's cute." And that’s it. But he's so soft inside and will probably take pictures when you're not looking.

Dino: Absolutely dying but doesn’t want to be too obvious. “You’re really cute…” If you act shy, he's gone.

The Possessive & Smug (Will NEVER Let You Go) — Seungcheol, Wonwoo, Woozi

Oh, you stole their hoodie? Good. It’s yours now.

Seungcheol: “That’s my hoodie.” smirks. HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HE’S DOING, SEND HELP.

Wonwoo: Doesn’t say much but the way he softly smiles and tugs you into his arms is just rttrxyrxEtsetsHUBJH. Might just buy you more hoodies because he loves seeing you in them.

Woozi: Acts annoyed but is so flustered. “You’re swimming in it.” But he won’t let you take it off. Will pull the hood up over your face just to hide how soft he is.

The Teasing Menace (Won’t Let You Live) — Jun, Minghao

They are having the time of their lives.

Jun: “Oh wow, you must really like me if you’re stealing my clothes.” Purposely tightens the hoodie strings around your face just to see you get flustered.

Minghao: “That’s my hoodie. What do I get in return?” He wants something in exchange. A kiss. Cuddles. Maybe your soul. Smug but soft.

Will tease you mercilessly but also lowkey obsessed. If you take off the hoodie, they’ll put it back on you because ‘it suits you.’

Extra:

EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF THEM. LOVES IT. Even if they act cool about it, they are secretly dying inside.

They will either tease you, melt, or become incredibly possessive. There is no in-between.

Wearing their clothes = automatic death sentence for them.

In conclusion, uou wearing their hoodie = SEVENTEEN ABSOLUTELY LOSING THEIR MINDS.

Which one is your fave reaction?? 👀💛

[jamesdeanbby]

maybe some hcs of ponyboy with a reader who's like americana coquette? i love your page btw 💓

────۶ৎ pretty little baby, i'm so in love with you

a bunch of headcanons for our favourite greaser acting like a lovesick puppy around Tulsa's prettiest girl!

warnings : canon typical classism, a few slurs/curses.

ᐟᐟ ⟢ a/n: i love this sm! i'm such a fan of this aesthetic. Also thank u very very much for your kind words, ur lovely!!<3333

⮞ Pony acts like he doesn’t care when you walk by, but he always notices.

⮞ His pencil stops moving, his eyes flick up, and he chews on his lip like it’s a nervous tic.

⮞ He memorizes the color of her headband every day. Pink on Mondays. Baby blue on Thursdays.

⮞ The day you wore one of those tight checkered tops? He nearly died. He turned redder than the squares in your clothing.

⮞ His school notebooks are filled with little doodles of hearts, curly cursive versions of your name, and once, a whole practice signature of his name + yours. —which Two-Bit found and has never let him live down

⮞ He imagines what it'd be like to go to prom with you.

⮞ His leather jacket over your shoulders. Your her hair all rolled up and nice, and he picks you up on the back of Steve's car.

⮞ Sometimes he zones out in class just thinking about holding your hand. Not even kissing—just pinky brushing pinky and boom, he’s toast.

⮞ Every time you talk to him, his voice cracks or he stammers, which only makes you giggle and he melts like a popsicle on the Fourth of July.

⮞ He never knows what to do with his hands when you're near. He tucks them in his jacket pockets, then takes them out, then scratches the back of his neck like an awkward puppy.

⮞ He starts bringing gum just to offer you one and get one of your smiles.

⮞ He sometimes writes you anonymous poems and slips them into your locker when you aren't looking. He always catchs a glimpse of you reading it, giggling and smiling all wide, with your girl friends all aweing at the note.

⮞ He can never find a believable enough excuse to explain to Darry why he's so giddy when he comes home those days.

⮞ Every time you compliment him—his writing, his hair, his jacket—he turns pinker than the strawberry milk you drink at lunch lol

⮞ When you walk together (always after dark so no one sees), he always walks on the outside of the sidewalk like Soda taught him.

⮞ If another Soc guy so much as glances at you the wrong way, his jaw tenses—but he doesn’t throw fists. He just writes about it on his journal later.

⮞ Once he's caught your interest he starts taking care of himself more.

⮞ He uses more pomade, makes sure his collar’s clean, brushes his teeth twice (even Darry’s like “what’s gotten into you?”).

⮞ He uses a little too much cologne, but it’s kinda cute cause it’s the cheap kind Soda wears and he’s just trying to smell 'good enough' for you.

⮞ He watches you from afar when he thinks you're not looking. In the library, at lunch, even across the lot when you're with your friends.

⮞ You always give him that sweet little wave and he raises his hand in the shyest half-wave like he’s afraid you'll change your mind halfway🥺

⮞ When she talks to Bob or Randy, even politely, he gets so sulky it's lowkey cute lmao😭 ^He’ll literally go smoke behind the bleachers.

⮞ He fantasizes about meeting your parents, wishing he had a nicer jacket and better grades.

⮞ Imagines saying “Yes sir, no ma’am,” while holding your hand under the dinner table.

⮞ His journal? Straight-up a shrine.

⮞ He collects everything you give him. Little scraps of notes you've passed him in class, a flower you once dropped, a napkin with your lipstick mark on it.

⮞ Speaking of lipstick.. Your red lipstick drives him crazy, like crazy crazy. He just wants you to kiss him all over his face and leave a thousand kiss marks on his cheeks and lips so everyone knows he's yours, though he's too shy to ever admit such dreamy little fantasy to you.

⮞ If you cry, he’s done.

⮞ He drops everything and goes straight into panicked-comforting mode. Wraps his arms around you so gently it feels like he thinks you're made of porcelain.

⮞ Your glossy lips, little hair bows, the way you taps your pen when you're bored? It kills him.

⮞ You once asked if you could wear his jacket. He couldn’t speak for a full minute and then just nodded, dumbstruck.

⮞ When you gave it back it smelt like your perfume and he swore he would never wash it again.

⮞ The boys tease him to death.

⮞ Soda ruffles his hair when he sees you walk by like, “That’s your girl, huh?”

⮞ Steve is always acting annoyed about Ponyboy's sappy stuff and always makes comments like: “You gonna write her name in the sky next?”

⮞ Two-Bit actually threathened him with serenading you two with a ukulele.

Ponyboy doesn’t want to steal you from your world. He just wants to earn his place in it.

[cup1drul3z]

★ — I'll survive, i always do | EPILOUGE

ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡᴊᴀᴄᴋᴇᴛꜱ ᴀᴜ

CW : Plane crash, love triangle, pregnancy, wilderness, blood mentioned, fire mentioned, gun mentioned, they kill a deer, gore (?), major charater death

A/N: i hope you guys enjoyed this series!! dont be afraid to suggest my next long fic in the comments

The sun filtered weakly through the treetops, casting long, sharp shadows across the forest floor. Mel’s legs ached. Her lungs burned. Blood smeared her cheek from a branch that had slashed her face. But she didn’t stop.

She couldn’t stop.

Branches whipped against her arms as she crashed through the underbrush. Her breath came in panicked sobs, heart pounding like a war drum in her chest. Behind her, there were no shouts. No voices. Just the silence of something far worse.

The sound of the hunt.

They weren’t calling out for her. Not like they used to. Not like friends would.

Mel knew what this was now.

They were hunting her.

Not in jest. Not in one of Jinx’s twisted games. No — this was real. This was primal. She had seen the look in Violet’s eyes. The way Sevika moved, silent and sharp like a predator. Even Jinx, who once used to cling to her like a sister, had grinned like something feral the last time they locked eyes.

This was no longer survival.

This was something else.

She tripped over a root and went down hard, biting back a scream as her knee smashed into the frozen ground. For a second, she just lay there, eyes wide to the canopy above, trying not to break — not to cry. The trees swayed gently overhead, indifferent to her horror.

A few months ago, they were just kids and teachers.

Now?

Now they were monsters.

Mel pushed herself up, stumbling forward again. She had to get away. She had to find someone. Anyone.

Y/N was gone. That was the final unraveling thread. The moment everything shifted.

She’d died after she gave birth. They’d buried her quietly, marked the place with a circle of stones. But something had broken in the group after that. Sevika didn’t speak for days. Jinx started pacing at night, whispering to herself again. Even Violet changed — colder, quieter. The grief had hollowed them out.

And then they stopped being afraid of the hunger.

Mel clutched her stomach as it twisted again. She hadn’t eaten in days. She hadn’t dared.

A crack behind her.

She whipped her head around, breath caught in her throat.

Nothing.

But she knew.

She took off again, running faster than she ever had. Her boots thudded against the earth. She tore through brush, thorns scratching her skin. She didn’t care. If she could just find the lake again, maybe someone would be there. Maybe—

She slammed into something solid.

Hands grabbed her.

A scream tore from her throat but it was silenced by a calloused palm. She struggled, kicked, bit. But it was no use.

She looked up—and saw Violet.

Expression blank. Lips pressed in a thin line. No emotion in her eyes. No mercy.

“Please,” Mel choked, trembling. “You don’t have to—”

“We do,” Violet whispered. “We always did.”

A shadow stepped into view. Sevika. Holding the blade. She didn’t look at Mel. Didn’t have to.

Jinx laughed from somewhere behind her, light and unhinged.

Then—darkness.

Two days later, a pair of hikers stumbled upon the clearing. The forest had started to thaw. Snow melted into mud and blood. What they found would haunt them forever.

A group of survivors. Malnourished. Filthy. Eyes hollow. Faces drawn.

And among them—an infant, bundled in furs, sleeping soundly in Sevika’s arms.

Y/N’s baby.

When asked how long they’d been out there, none of them answered.

When asked how many they started with, only Jinx giggled.

“Too many,” she said. “But not anymore.”

The rescuers led them away slowly, carefully.

No one looked back.

Not even once.

ps : this is NOT a diss on mel. i love her sm but before i decided the "pit girl" i already knew i was gonna make jinx, vi, and sevika the final girls

[rorichuu]

OMG HELLO!!! i see that u do tf2 and i’d love to request smth hehehehheheALSO ur account is so pretty what ?!?!

but i hope you’re well dude! can i request some relationship headcanons with some (or all!!) of the mercs pls? or any basic headcanons !!

take your time btw:)

the tf2 mercs in a relationship + headcanons

pairing: mercs x reader (gender not specified)

authors note: MY FIRST REQUEST WAAAHH also oml thank you, you’re so sweet :( some headcanons coming your way! ... also i apologize if they're ooc, this is my first time writing for them:'(

disclaimer: minor spoilers for the comic in heavy's!

Scout:

i’ll be honest, when scout found out Miss Pauling was a lesbian he was pretty beat up for a while

that was until he realized other people exist!

he literally follows u around like a puppy dog when he realizes he has a crush on you

ALWAYS TRYNA RIZZ YOU UP LIKE SCOUT PLEASE WE'RE ABOUT TO GET BLOWN UP BY THE ENEMY SOLDIER

his love language is definitely physical touch and words of affirmation

and is ungodly touch starved

i can see him trying to find ways to touch you, and not in a sexual way... just either grazing your arm when he talks to you, or he stays shoulder-to-shoulder with you when you sit next to each other

he finds it very very comforting

and if you tell this man he looks very handsome or just occasional i love you's, he'll fold ong

his heart melts and he just wants to hold you till he can't anymore

but i think Miss Pauling and Scout would be pretty good buds after the whole "Scout constantly flirting with Miss Pauling" thing died down

and his confession was pretty cringey ngl

his crush on you was very evident so when he tries to ask you out, you say yes

(skipping down the halls with joy)

bisexual icon

Soldier:

oh man

this dude's flirting is... so hard to detect😭

but a lot of his attention is on you!

and makes a lot of exceptions for you

for someone who doesn't like loud noises and is very sensitive to outside stimuli, if you're like me and he notices it, he'll definitely find a way to be more quiet

like if you and the rest of the mercs are lined up and notices you're cowering or anxious asf, he's goes soft and let's you go

if you thank him or say you appreciate him for his efforts, his face is SO RED.

but he salutes you and said he was happy to do for a fellow compatriot

(his hearts beating so fast help him pls)

BUT if you're just as loud and upbeat as him/share his energy, he's in heaven

he loves that you like to blow shit up with him?!?! like omg this is my lover and i will marry them on this battlefield right now.

love languages is totally acts of service

like if you save this man from the enemy he's blushing so fucking hard like omg i love you

with his confession, it was straight forward and to the point (but he was beet red ... basically my hc on him is that he blushes very easily fhjrebjh)

also gender doesn't matter to him, he loves who he loves

Pyro:

HUBBA BUBBA

i love pyro sm :3

anyway

best lover!!!

gifts and quality time!!!

alwwaaaaaaays giving you gifts like omg all the time

your reaction is her FAVORITE

like they'll find a flower burnt to a crisp or a homemade corpse bracelet and he'll have the brightest aura

LOVES MAKING CRAFTS WITH YOU OMG!

jumping up and down if you give her something

like she's the happiest person in the world

bonus if you share a love for fire

campfires/bonfire dates!!

and you're probably the only one who understands him (alongside Engi, of course) so your conversations are endless!

and is suchhh a sweet tooth

such a soft and loving partner!

when pyro confesses (and you accept) he's leaping with joy quite literally

BIG HUG :)))

asexual royalty!!!

Demoman:

holy moly

VERY DRAMATIC WHEN HES DRUNK AND VERY CLINGY

which is a lot of the time cause yknow, very much alcoholic

but when he's sober he's pretty level headed NFJHBJ (comics for reference)

idk man he gives off best friend kinda lover

like he's always so hype and the best to be around

so when he found out he had a crush on you, he was pretty much head over heels

when he's drunk he's always holding you

hugs, kisses, hand holding, slumping on you

NAPS!

omg the best to nap with ong

BRO IS A FUCKING HEATER he's always so gd HOT

so if you're taking a nap with him don't get a blanket he's legit sprawled all over you

but it's kind of a different story when he's sober (he gives you your space but def rolls around in his sleep)

oh boy his confession was definitely when he was on his 100th drink

his confession was SO SLURRED

if you said yes he's over the moon

Heavy:

honestly, this man is a huge softy

and VERY protective.

have you seen him in the comics? he was 100% ready to kill a man over Medic's death (and just his natural protectiveness, like his family for example)

but dude his love language is for sure acts of service and physical touch

when he realized he had a crush on you, he always kinda stuck by you on the battlefield

even with the high of combat, his eye always finds youuu😭

i love heavy sm

and its quite obvious this man doesn't speak much, unless in his native tongue (which isn't often)

so even if he doesn't say anything, he'll for sure stand by you or take your hand

if you have anxiety, this man is SUCH a comfort

also you'd def be the one to confess

if you asked him out or asked to if you could be his partner, he is kinda shocked but is very very happy :)

lets you hold Sasha

no label, love is love

Engineer:

AUGRRHHRR SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY

i'm so deeply in love with this man omg someone sedate me

but anyway

is SO polite and is SO PATIENT

he absolutely adores it when you visit him when he's working

it gets lonely sometimes because he focuses best when the others aren't around (aside from pyro) ... but when he realized how much he loved your presence, he expected almost every day for you to visit him at least once

(gets bummed when you don't)

but if you have a genuine curiosity for what he does and what it means, he tells you ALL about it!!!

he understands it can be very confusing if you haven't studied engineering/computer science, etc... so he is more than happy to explain it to you :)

BARBEQUES!!

loves cooking for you and would sooo wear a "kiss the cook" or something cheesy like that (he finds it funny and hopes to get a smoochy)

quality time quality time quality time

and pet names

omg pet names

"love", "darlin'", "sweetheart", "buttercup"

HIS CONFESSION OMG

i can kinda see engi being a bit cheesy honestly

his confession would be pretty casual! he wasn't too stressed about asking you... and would probably slip the question in mid-convo !

rfhbrtgbj much love for this man

pansexual!

Medic:

I'll be honest here

his love is lowkey highkey possessive

but i think it'd either take a while for him to realize his feelings for you or would become attached VERY QUICKLY

there's zero in between

with his deep love and possession, he finds such deep fascination with your anatomy/body

not even sexually bro

he just thinks you're so incredible and puts u under a microscope

PHYSICAL TOUCH

this man hasn't felt the touch a person in years (aside from the mercs' checkups obviously)

and übercharge, if it was a love language

worships u ONG

loves to see you with such confidence when he activates the übercharge omfg

he thinks you're the most attractive thing he ever laid eyes on

confession? nah yall kinda just started dating; yall kinda just started happening

let me explain😭if someone was tryna ask you out, medic would be pretty quick to step in

uses his height to his advantage to let the person know what's up 😨

bisexual with a def male lean

Sniper:

at first you would definitely think sniper hates you

he wouldn't purposely avoid you, but he like spends zero personal time with you at first

he's always in his van and istg u wanna drag him out and force him to tolerate you

(and he'd probably find that very attractive if you did)

but if he found out he has feelings for you? oh boy oh boy

acts of service 🔛🔝

if you were in close combat with someone and you tripped, the enemy having the upper hand... you'd hear a sudden gunshot in the enemy's skull and a loud thud.

but before you could look up, he was nowhere to be found (you knew it was him and you were very appreciative)

if you brought it up to him OH MY GOD his face would be soooo red soso red

"Don't worry about it, mate..." HIDES UNDER HAT HIDES UNDER HAT HIDES UNDER HAT

the most bisexual man i have ever seen

Spy:

too suave for his own good dude

his love is very old-fashioned!

when spy finds his massive crush on you, is when he realizes the comfort of your presence

if you can have comfortable silence with spy is when he is totally connected/in love with you

smoking out the window/evening night conversations!

also when i tell you this man gets so flustered if you one-up him...

he'll wave it off and play it mad casual but on the inside he's malfunctioning

would definitely take you to the best, high-class restaurants and walks you home omg

HAND KISSES FOREHEAD KISSES

loves to spoil you holy shit

always buying you stuff (jewelry, clothes, shoes, personal things you like... he bought it already)

which btw love language is definitely gifting and quality time

def bisexual like cmon

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rorichuu!

[bluejutdae]

SURPRISE SOFT HORNY ATTACK!!!

Imagine mafia Bangchan (freeze era) keeps fucking you rough and hard and whenever he feels like you're close he just slows down enjoying the way tears gather in your eyes and your trembling pout

Mafia Bangchan who loves how shy you get, but at the same time wants you to beg who keeps telling you "just say what you want baby and I will give it to you be a good girl and say it" him expecting you to say "I want to cum" or "harder, faster" but instead all you do is make grappy hands and ask him for a kiss

Mafia bang who just melts at how sweet and cute his princess is, who vows to burn the whole world down if she wishes

Who also has no idea who her boyfriend is but always kisses the scares on his face and never questions how he even got them

This is not a request I just had brain Rot about mafia skz and wanted to share lol

Who is dis? Please send more Mafia Chan brain rot cause I loved this sm

[latibulater]

You mentioned brusty prompts and my mind is R A C I N G. Don’t wanna send you too much so first thing that popped into my head:

First time parents Brusty bc I love the Venture family sm and the thought of big tough Brock with a baby makes my heart melt.

I realise that is too fluffy for these two and not so deep but 🥺

thanks for sending this in! i really wasn't sure how to end it so it's a little abrupt lol

___________

Brock's training had prepared him for mechanized animal fights, deep cover operation, endurance under torture, and how to outsmart the enemy before stepping on the field. He scrunched his nose as he wiped the throw-up off his sweater. He thought his days of spit-up were behind him after his younger brother grew up, but here Brock was again: stinky and wet.

Dean gurgled from his high-top chair, smacking his plastic yellow-red rattle against the new furniture. Brock picked the fifteen-month-old out of the chair and Dean trilled excitedly. "Brbbs! Uewe!"

Brock threw out the used paper towels, glad that Doc wasn't around. He had ignored his earlier warning about using a rag, and wasn't in the mood to listen to his nasal crowing.

"Yeah, kid, we're going to get changed. You made a mess - again."

Dean yawned and rested his soft head on the messy shoulder. Fresh strands of strawberry blonde hair brushed Brock's face, catching in his stubble. His heart clenched. His walk stayed smooth, refusing to jostle the boy in his arms.

"You're okay, I gotchu," he told the drowsy babe. After eating, Dean got tuckered out and always went for a nap. "Clothes then sleep, little man."

They rounded the corner and into the nursery, where Doc and Hank were sitting on the floor.

"-if I could get the regulators to function, then all I'd have left to fix is the capacitors but I'm not sure where I'm going to find the parts-"

"Ewaha!" Hank informed his dad, grabbing a wooden block and throwing it against the floor. Doc nodded, his ginger hair lit warmly by the lamp lighting.

"Exactly what I thought, Henry."

Dean babbled back, eager to be included in the conversation. Doc's shiny dome whipped around, his startled look easing when he saw who it was. "Ah! The carrots went over well?" Then he squinted underneath those tinted yellow frames, and smirked. "I guess not for both of you."

Brock rolled his eyes and set Dean in his crib. He turned on the airplane mobile and faced back to Doc. He crossed his arms.

"When are you going to sell to Impossible?"

A thunderstorm roiled over Doc's easy expression. "Not now," he hissed.

"The supply closet is getting pretty low, and last I checked the V.I. account was hit bad after sending sorry-cash to the families of the workers on Gargantua."

Doc stared at the bright blue carpeting, refusing now to meet his bodyguard's eyes. Brock sighed, sitting down next to him. Henry continued playing next to them, currently swooping a triangle block in the air and babbling.

"Look, I know it's the last building your father worked in before he died, but he's not going to come back and ask after the company headquarters. Hank and Dean... they need diapers now. They're here now."

"You think I don't know that," Doc whisper-yelled. Hank glanced at them curiously and Brock conceded.

"Okay, later then. C'mon, Hank," Brock swept the baby up in his arms. "We're going to go watch the Vikings game. Let me know when you want to actually be serious for once," he told Doc before walking out.

[twelfthgnome]

Hii I loved your Alec fan fic sm any more Alec x f reader smut coming ?😭

Come As You Are

A/N: of course more Alec is coming, I just need time love. This one is for my midsize girlies ❤️

Summary: The Reader is feeling insecure about herself and Alec wants to help

Tags: 18+ minors dni, insecurity and mentions of body dysmorphia and self hatred, praise kink, body worship, consensual possessive language, and some fluff :)

The woman in front of her was thin and tall, with a beautiful head of curls and dark skin. Her eyes were shrewd as they took in DS Y/N Warner, standing in her frumpy suit with a notepad at the ready. Yet she certainly didn't look poorly on DI Alec Hardy, not that he would have noticed her little flirts. She angled her hips one way, answered his questions primarily, and smiled widely at his words, always looking right at him. If Y/N wasn't careful and reminding herself that she was on the clock, she had half a mind to kiss Alec right there and claim him. But she didn't.

DI Alec Hardy went to the car, and Y/N lingered for just a moment to clarify one of the points that got fuzzy.

"Right, and you work for Joan Topper Model Agency? Not to be confused with Topper Jane's Agency?" Y/N asked, checking the reference she had from the lady who'd referred them to this woman.

The woman nodded, her lips close to a sneer, "it's a very elite agency, Joan Topper."

"I'm sure."

The woman cocked her head to the side, "are you?"

DS Warner swallowed hard. She did not like not liking other women, it made her feel like a bad feminist. She should overthrow the ideas of women hurting other women and focus on the more particular idea that men made it up to make women dislike one another. And while that was very likely, it wasn't impossible for two things to exist at once. Men try to make women hate each other, and some women are just bitches. Not because they're women but because they're people.

And this woman, who couldn't possibly be over 21, with her gorgeous figure and curly hair, just happened to be one of those special humans. And it irked Y/N.

"You can't be over a size 4," the woman pressed. It was unclear if she meant you couldn't be over a size 4 in the agency, or in life. Her eyes lingered at Hardy's retreating form. "Men don't like it much."

DS Warner smiled tightly and nodded, walking back to the car and quickly getting in so she wouldn't have to see that woman again. Alec didn't notice the change in Y/N's mood, he wasn't always the best at that.

Instead of going to the station, they went back to Y/N's house. Alec hadn't actually moved in, but that was more of a title really. He stayed there nearly every night, had a section of the closet, and referred to it as home. They both knew that once they wrapped up this case, they would set aside a weekend and officially move in, but when cases got busy neither felt they could take even a day off. Work got in the way like that.

"Right, I'm going to pop in the shower then I'll be down to help," Y/N said, toeing off her shoes at the door.

"M'kay," Hardy answered with a wave of his hand, files in his arms.

She went up to the loo, started the shower and made quick work of her uniform. Her image in the mirror made her stop.

Normally, people described the moment before a shower as some of the most attractive. Moments when all of a sudden insecurities melt away and you could spend ages doing dance battles with yourself. This was not one of those days for Y/N. Maybe it was the insecurities she already had buried beneath the surface, maybe it was the late hour, maybe it was the woman who had subtly insulted her appearance, but whatever the cause she found she hated what she saw.

Y/N always felt a little trapped when she expressed her insecurities to friends. She couldn't say she was thin, because she wasn't. But she couldn't say she was fat, because she wasn't. She was an awkward middle ground that certainly didn't feel sexy. Her thighs touched when she stood, covered in little stretch marks and led to a small bush she tried to trim but it always looked wrong. Along her boobs there were stretch marks like purple tiger stripes, and she had small red bumps she couldn't explain. Of course in between the two lied the worst of the worst, a belly just bloated enough to look pregnant when she very much wasn't. Nope, Y/N was not a fan of this body.

Her cheeks flushed with emotion and the heat of the shower, and she tried to ignore it as she got in and scrubbed off the day. Her hair was clean so she left it up and tried to calm herself when she noticed her efforts were too harsh. God damn it, this was not what she had intended.

Not long after she joined Hardy at the kitchen table, sipping her hot chocolate he'd made, and pouring over the case files. Her mind began to wander but she was intent on stopping it.

"You alright?" Alec's thick Scottish accent broke her from the bank's reports, and it was among the first words he'd spoken all evening.

"Y-yeah," she said, not quite knowing what he was referring to. "Why?"

"You don't seem right."

Y/N didn't know how to respond, so she shrugged her shoulders, "I'm ... fine?"

He narrowed his eyes. Alec Hardy felt like he was in a bit of a limbo at the moment. His instinct was telling him that something was bothering Y/N, she seemed sad and distant. However, Alec was not known for having the best instinct with people and their feelings. He couldn't tell if he should leave it or press on. But it was DI Alec Hardy and he wasn't a fan of lying. "After that last interview you've gone funky."

If Y/N wasn't so uncomfortable trying to think of how to not expose this lame part of herself to Alec, she'd have focused on him using the word funky. "I didn't like her much."

"Did she say something?"

"More or less."

"Warner stop evading the question and tell me what's wrong." His voice was intense as he spoke, chocolate eyes imploring.

"I don’t like my body, I'm ugly," she said quickly, as though it would take away everything else.

Alec blinked, "wot?"

"I'm ugly and fat, Alec."

DI Alec Hardy did not know a lot of things. He was shit at expressing emotions and understanding others, he did not understand social media, thought scotch eggs were gross, had a temper, and was shit at accepting help. But he knew one thing. His Y/N was not ugly.

"No you're not." She laughed bitterly and looked away. He said it louder, his tone more stern. "Y/N you are not ugly and you're not fat."

Y/N's throat was tight as she said, "thanks Alec." She didn't mean it, they both knew she didn't mean it.

"Y/N-"

"It's fine, can just get on with it?" She snapped, her voice a hair away from a yell. Alec saw her retreat further into herself. "Sorry."

He sighed, closing his eyes to try and make his thinking clearer. Alec was proper rubbish at dealing with any of this. But then he had any idea, an idea she probably didn't expect. The detective stood up and walked towards the stairs.

His ever inquisitive Y/N craned her neck to watch as he went up the steps. He was impressed she managed to last a full minute without following after him, in which time he removed his jacket and shoes, before she appeared in the bedroom door frame with a questioning look on her face.

"C'mhere."

She did, though her steps were slow as she watched him with a shrewd eye. He took her hands in his, running his thumb over her knuckles. Alec's hands were always calloused and he never knew why, as he didn't do much physical labor. She liked how they felt.

Alec brought her hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss on each of them, "I love your hands."

He could see the little flush on her cheeks start up, but she didn't say anything else. Alec went to the edge of the bed, bringing her to sit between his legs, his chest up against her back. His hands ran up her arms, "I love that when I do that you get goose flesh."

"Alec what're you doing?"

"You've got lovely arms, lovely shoulders." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the skin of both. Then Alec pointed a finger in front of them, towards the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. They painted a lovely picture, a woman held by her man as he lavished soft touches on her. He planned to make the picture prettier. Though he wasn't always confident in sex, he was confident that he loved Y/N and that her self image was wrong. And that confidence overrode all other feelings of inadequacy.

"Alec..." she didn't know what to say. She had a feeling she knew what he was up to and she didn't know if she could handle it. He was being awfully sweet. And the scratch of his beard made her sigh. His fingers came to the straps of her flimsy, pajama tank top, pulling them until they snapped back on her skin.

In the mirror, Alec glanced up and made eye contact with her. His face was kind, tired but not of her. His hair was dark and mused, his eyes so chocolate it hurt to look at. And his freckles, the most wonderful part of the man was the freckles that ran along his face as though he never left the sun as a child. She nodded slightly, knowing that he was asking for permission.

The straps fell down, and Alec pushed the top down until her breasts fell from them, heavy and heaving against her chest. Almost instantly she felt a growing hardness against her bum, and she flushed incredulously. His hands came round and held her breasts, letting them overflow in his touch.

Throughout their entire relationship, Alec was not one who would just speak. He was the silent brooding type. The kind of guy who grunted when he asked if he fancied a pint - the answer was always no, he didn't drink. But Alec knew Y/N loved his voice, she called it sexy and he'd caught her getting off to a voicemail of his once. Whenever he got loud in the office, had to yell at someone, he noticed the way her thighs would clench and her cheeks flush. So while he was most certainly clunky at it, he tried his best to speak through his thoughts for her, hoping it could help her get to him.

"They’re one of my favorite bits of you," he murmured, his voice suddenly throaty as though he was struggling to speak with the sight of your breasts out and about.

He pressed them together, showing the deep line of her cleavage. "Don't get that on just anyone, now do ya?"

Y/N wanted to believe him, to look in the mirror and see a creature that was as attractive and he believed, but she just couldn't. Her words were soft but they were there as she said, "I have stretch marks and bumps."

Alec's brow furrowed and he held her chest tighter before letting them fall back. He was fully hard now and didn't shy away from letting her feel the affect she had on him.

"No one can expect your skin to remain the same your whole life. Doesn’t make it ugly." He said, kiss the junction between her neck and shoulder. She leaned her head back into him, letting herself feeling those beautifully calloused hands as they teased at her nipples, those soft lips kissing her skin.

He slowly dragged the tank top down until it met the waistband of her shorts. She did not look down to see the image in the mirror, this was not the body part she wanted to see. His hands were featherlight as they travelled down her abdomen, running his fingers along the rolls of her skin. The thought alone made her want to cry. Alec let out a breath, "you're so fucking soft."

That was not quite what she wanted to hear, soft wasn’t a word she felt was a good thing. Though that hadn't been his intention, Alec thought soft was one of the best things a body could be. He tried again, bringing his hands to her hips, "I love your belly. It's cute."

"It's not sexy."

"Fuck yeah it is," he argued. Alec pulled away from her and went to kneel in front of the bed. He spread her legs and went on his knees, putting his face right at her chest, which he noticed right away. Hardy brought his hand to her face and made her look at him, and he blew out a breath. She was a vision, leaned back, heavy breasts on full display and legs spread like a goddess.

He pressed a kiss in between her breasts, letting his tongue nip out to taste her skin. She giggled and said, "Alec!"

He brought his mouth down to her stomach, kissing each roll and holding her tightly. His beard itched and cause a pink rash to form, but she didn't have the urge to fight it. All along her abdomen, DI Alec Hardy peppered hot, wet kisses with nips of teeth. Then he growled softly, turning to see the mirror and force her to see what he saw. A stomach with small little love bites. "I decide what I find sexy. And that's sexy."

She hadn't even realized that she had started crying until it dripped down her face. It wasn't a sad tear, not really. It was more an overwhelming realization that Alec wasn't messing about, he wasn't saying this because he loved her. As his hands ran up her legs, prickly from unshaven hairs, he kissed and growled against her skin with the kindest love she'd felt. And she gladly let him remove her panties and shorts until she was bare, spread for him.

"I love your breasts and I love your belly, but these are some of my favorites," Alec said and he moved her thighs to sit on his shoulders. He bit at her thighs, lowering his kiss with each moment. Then he was there at the apex of her legs, with her slightly hairy, fully glistening cunt. His hot breath hit her as he murmured, "hey darling."

She shuddered, her body involuntarily moving to the sound of his voice. She had to stop the yelp that tried to escape when he extended his tongue and licked her bottom to top.

“I love that you’re so responsive down here,” Alec said between peppered kisses, letting his teeth ever so softly graze across her clit before sliding his tongue into her opening. Her muscles clenched, thighs beginning to shake as he lavished her. “I love the taste of you.”

He moved up, letting his beard scratch along her inner thighs in the way he knew she liked. Alec brought a careful finger to her opening, sliding it in with ease. She started to grind against it, hips bucking to meet his tongue as he began proper work on her clit. His fingers were long as they pumped in and out, curling i side her in the way that made her gasp. He laughed against her, he fucking laughed. A deep chuckle that radiated through her body, sending her arousal through the roof until her thighs were clamped round his head.

“Such a good girl for me,” he whispered against her. But she heard it, and practically shoved him into her. Then Alec said, “you look so beautiful, you’re doing so good love. I’m so proud of my girl.”

Y/N cried out as she came, her body convulsing with each wave. It was positively impossible to describe, a kind of hazy pleasure that takes you from this world until you’re left panting on a bed, wondering how your antisocial detective boyfriend learned to do all of that. Her legs spasmed, squeezing against him in the way he adored.

Alec eased her through it, his kisses soft and messy. Her juices covered his face, were in his beard, but he seemed to proudly display her. Her thighs were going to be red from beard rash and covered in little love bites, some more possessive than others and she relished them all.

“Such a beautiful darling,” Alec said, rising slowly as he moved up her body. “I love your body, it’s bloody sexy is what it is. But my favorite part, yes even more than your breasts, is your face.”

Then he leaned in and kissed her, he kissed her with everything he had. It was rhat desperate, dizzying sort of kiss where words went unspoken but understood. She sighed, crying but now it wasn’t a hatred. Just like she realized earlier, and now it seemed to sink, Alec loved her regardless. He didn’t just put up with insecurities, he fought to fight them with her and show her what he saw. She might not see it yet, but to know that someone like him had eyes like that was comforting.

He tasted of her, of her musk and sweat and sex, and she found it embarrassingly arousing to know it was her wetness that did this to him.

Alec came up to the bed quickly, getting in the same position from earlier. Him behind her with her body in between his legs. Alex brought her to lean on him so her neck was ready for biting, “I fucking love your neck.”

“Bloody vampire!” She laughed.

Alec chuckled, bring his hands down her sides to grip her thighs. “That so?” With a strong yet gentle touch, he spread her thighs wide enough to rest on his, locking her in place.

“Alec I need you…”

“Oh what a pretty picture you make,” Alec whispered along her skin as he removed his cock from his trousers, going under her arse to tease at her opening. “Oh look at you, you’re gorgeous. My beautiful angel grinding against my cock, spread for the world to see. Perhaps another day. Shall I show you just how lovely you are, darling?”

Fuck. For someone who’d not done much dirty talk, he was damn good at it. She whined for him to take her, and he happily obliged, sinking into her with a slow thrust.

He let out a hiss at the feeling of her taut muscles clenching around him, holding him in place as though she couldn’t hear to lose him. She gasped the fullness, relishing in it and grinding just enough to cause Alec to make a guttural sound.

“You keep goin like that Angel and I won’t last much longer.”

“I don’t want you to,” she said, moving her hips again.

That movement broke Alec. He kept one hand tight on her hip, the other snaking down her body to start desperate ministrations on her clit. He thrust into her with a fury, bucking his hips to get as deep as he can. Y/N groaned, shocked at how quickly he was bringing her to climax.

“Come in me,” she said between breathy sighs. “Make me yours.”

Something in that sent the man wild. He stood, quickly helping prop Y/N up doggy style on the bed, and began to truly fuck her the way they both intended. They were so close to climax, his strokes uneven and wild, her clit buzzing with life.

“Say it again, angel. Tell me to make you mine.”

“I’m yours,” she groaned. “Come in me, I need you. I’m yours, make me yours.”

And he did, falling slightly into her and having to support himself on the mattress. He groaned loudly, those freckles flushing. But he knew she hadn’t come again, and he kept himself inside her as he leaned down, “now, any man you ever fuck you’ll know I’m here. You’re mine, angel. My darling.”

With a flick of his wrist, she came undone.

[robin374]

What’s up yo?

I was wondering if you could do some of the tf2 mercs with an s/o who is basically Spider-Man please 🙏

-Matt rose anon

Mercs with a Spider-Person S/O

Notes: I'm not sure if you asked for a gender exactly so I'm doing it gender neutral 🗿Also, I LOVED THIS REQUEST SM

(Unedited)

Characters: Medic, Demo, Scout, Sniper, Spy.

Medic

Marry him, now. C'MON MARRY HIM. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

He's so in love with your abilities, he's dumbfounded when you balance around the battlefield with your powers.

He genuinely laughs when you take him by the waist and balance around with him.

Of course you're not escaping his check ups, for fuck's sake, you've got Spider-powers!! He wants to know how you got them, what you're able to do and what not.

He studies you so much more than others. He loves seeing you crawl around the ceiling and scaring Scout.

Demo

He definitely thought he was hallucinating you were crawling in the ceiling.

Loves when you scare Scout, he laughs so much he almost died once. Then you told him to remember breathing and calmed him down.

He melted the first time you kissed him like the spiderman kiss. That was so unexpected to him-

Then he scurried away with a smile on his face.

If you balance around with he will probably puke. However he will surely drool over you if you show him your super-strength.

Sniper

He wasn't surprised.

C'mon he's Australian/New Zealander.

If you throw a piss jar to the enemy Spy that's hidden around and you sensed him with your Spidey-Senses, he's in love, instantly.

Also, do not scare him crawling around the ceiling. He will fight you thinking you're a real spider.

"Hey, could you slap Spy with your powers? He's getting annoying."

"He's always annoying."

Spy

Your spider-webs better not touch his suit.

"You got webs in my suit"

You then covered him in spiderwebs.

Now, really, he finds it interesting that you got those curious powers, but can your spider-sense feel his backstabs?🗿

Yes it does.

He always tries to scare you by becoming invisible and creeping behind your back to jump at you like a fucking cat. However you sense it and act like you didn't hear him, while waiting for him to appear and kiss him on the cheek.

He will be there for a while standing like a flowerpot. Until a thought passes through his french mind, and he realizes that he's not only attracted to you, but that the fact that you have him caged in your gaze, in your touches, your laughs, your kisses...

AKA; being in love.

Scout

"Look I've got spider powers like you!" He says while trying to hang from a pull-up bar.

He's following you everywhere, gasping and wimping over your minimal movements.

"Why are you so cool?"

"I drank a glass of water..."

He LOVES when you take him by the waist and balance around the battlefield with him. Just the wind drying the beads of sweat on his face, the feeling of adrenaline thanks to going so fast and just the feeling of your strong arm around him... It makes him feel butterflies in his stomach.

In that moment, when he watched you so concentrated on not dropping him (not like Soldier would sometimes do), he knew he was gonna marry you.

LOVES WHEN YOU KISS HIM UPSIDE DOWN. He tried to do it himself but fell face first to the ground.

"Ouch, I think I broke my nose. Maybe if you kiss me it will get cured...?"

He said with that shit eating grin. (I love him okay? My love language is insulting him alright?)

[jackandjoker]

jack and joker special episode rambles (spoilers)

i was so surprised to see jack in that HAIR and im so glad it wasnt some weird time skip SO GLAD

the chinese chive bouquet KILL ME!!! i love jack so much and also more of joke’s english THANK YOU

i literally rolled in my bed to my floor after that proposal. there is something wrong with me. i can’t with them i love them sSO MUCH AND THE THEME SONG I get so happy whenever i hear it. it feels like home i cannot explain

ALL THE TEERAKSSSSS FJSNSJSNDN I AM GOING INSANEEEE !!!

THEM TALKING IN THE BED. THE ENTIRE CONVERSATION. I DIED.

THE BAR SCENE MWAHHHH

TATTOOARAN HELLO!??:&:&:₹: SCREAMSSS oh okay its like that. fine. aran pls marry him so he can sleep in peace without getting pimples. THAT FATHER LINE????! beautiful

jack & joke please follow Q’s footsteps and start getting therapy. you cannot be forgiving boss like this

THE BRIDGE SCENE WHYRE THEY SI CUTE UJDKDCKKC

MY SAVEHOPEEEENDJDJDJSJ i love them sm mwah mwah i stand with my cancelled husbands (literally every couple in this show)

tf is this dif marke does it stand for something🤔🤔 or is it scrambed to say something..

not the frisking reminding me of jee lmaooo

UGHH ITS CARBON… right. i know victor posted that pic of a newspaper saying carbons dead … waiting for that.

i so wish i could’ve seen this ij the theatre lmao very homophobic that i couldn’t 💔💔💔

jokes eyes when he saw the flash bomb… i saw it joke i know u have hazel callahan in u

WIAT SO THE WEDDING CLOTHES???₹ NOT WEDDING IT WAS FOR THIS OHEHDHDHD BROTHER

LMAO WHATS THAT TATTOARAN WITH THE MUSIC WHDHDHS JOKE LMAO OFF SCREEN DRAMA BYE I LOVE THEM

tattoo, kang wouldve been so pissed at u killing that mosquito. (not me tho, they’re the only exception)

i started this hours ago and im still not an hour in. i have to go insane over every scene otherwise i will die. im just chill now that i have confirmation joke isnt dead

the honeys the babys i am … melting

the hairs are so hairing today i love it 🩷🩷🩷

CARBONNN U FUCKERRRRRRRDBSISJS EXACTLY WHY ISNT HE IN PRISON.

WAIT SO CARBON DOESNT DIE. OH. FUCK OFF LMAO i was wondering why they spoiled that but wow… wow.. I hate it here NAUR

if he went to prison im sure he wouldve fought w fadel and bison and gotten all his limbs broken. really wish that happened

oh they’re all fuckefd here we go again

haters😔

MORE TATTOOARAN JDHDJSJD cuties

if mix was here he would’ve given them that look. iykyk.

NOT THEM MAKING OUT DJRING THESE INTENSE MOMENTS AND ALSO THE TEERAK FUCKNOFFFFF I HSGE THEMS

oh we’re fucked again

ARAN WHAT??!! and not him whispering tattoo….

save and hope always getting beaten to a pulp. forever amazed thst theyre alive

UGHH CARBON U PIECE IF SHITTT

JACKJOKE THE HANDSSS FJDNSBSS SHURUPPPP DONT DK TBJS TO ME

THE HANDS SGAIN I SM DEAD

omgomgomg why dis kolavari bro stop

jack begging carbon i csnnot do this i want to kill carbon MYSELF

phom rak khun teerak??? I LOVE YOU MY DEAR???

its so over (its not. right?)

noo ama no… shes so… i can’t

jack omg… give him a hug someone please. all he has is lost and lost and lost all his life i cant take this

hoy my pookie 🙁🙁🙁🙁

THE FUNERAL HO AWAYYYYYH

oh dear

wdym he died the day before the wedding stop

exactly jack why doesn’t anyone believe you. he’s insane (so am i)

im gonna cry so bad

WHAT TF IS THAT

I WAS ABT TO BURSTBINTO TEARS WHAT IS THAT PUPPET????

BROTHER WHAT IS GOING ON

i dont know what to think. i know he’s kissing joke but i want to see jack kissijg that puppet. because isnt that what hes actually doing

OMG NOT HIM CARRYING THE PUPPET BROTHER WHY

IDK IF I SHOULD LAUGH IR CRY OR DIE

OH GOD what is up with jack crying at that table i cant with this m

‘stay with u the rest of my life’ 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

the plate on the table for joke… shut up shut up shut up fine okay ill cry rhen fuck ofndgosig

where is jack going omg the book oh god jokes room

no omg stop dont do this

not wars song. this is a different version right??

ohngod jacknteaching i cant

promise u won’t disappear until i achieve my dream. promise u wont disappear until i achieve my dream. promise u wont disappear until i achieve my dream

the swing the swing

its more painful to see jack ‘talking’ go joke than crying. yk w the swings they should’ve made tbh e other one swing aswell in tbe air

OH GOD THEY MADE JOKE SWING IN THE AIR. fake joke but joke. i cannot do this

‘i didnt come into your world to mess it up’ if i die then what

‘when youre free you can come back and tell me about it’ AAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

that song was perfect for the series but it’s even more perfect for this ep. whoever made this i live your brain

the post credits 😭😭💔😔😭🙁🥺

the ‘live’ or ‘alive’ tattoo?? in jokes hand?? um??

[dilucqwq]

aaaa another diluc simp <3 can I request some general dating headcanons for him pls? I just know he'd be a total sweetheart as a boyfriend ;-;

ofc <33333 i love this man sm he’s adorable

Diluc Dating Headcannons

A/N this is my first time actually doing this bc i’ve been on and off of tumblr bc of school so plz excuse any mistakes!

This man is emotionally constipated I literally can’t lie

Ofc then there is beautiful amazing radiant stunning y/n who steps into his life one day ✨✨

Probably doesn’t catch feelings right away, you’ll have to develop a friendship with him first

After that bro falls so hard for you

Like, where were you in his life before??? When did you get so damn attractive in his eyes???

He’s a demisexual

He’ll want to confess but he doesn’t want to ruin the friendship he built with you

Due to the encouragement of his friends (or peer pressuring of Kaeya and Venti) he’ll eventually confess

(i have this personal headcannon that it was on Windblume bc i find that so romantic)

When y’all start dating he’ll be super protective (bc he’s made enemies and doesn’t want them to target you)

He’ll try his best not to be overbearing tho

He still does worry a lot and will need reassurance that you will be fine

Very shy about PDA, however will interlock pinkies while walking out in public

As the relationship develops he will start to hold hands and even hug/kiss you in public (if you’re comfortable with it)

Visit him while he’s working in the tavern! He’s gonna have this grumpy face while working when he’s stressed (especially with Kaeya and Venti around) but when you walk in all tension melts away

Thinks you are an angel sent from the heavens

At home, he will want cuddles from you, he needs to de-stress after a long day

Will do his best to have dinner with you every night, and he tries to let you know if he can’t make it

Never forgets important dates. Birthday? Breakfast in bed with his schedule cleared out so y’all can spend the whole day together. Anniversary? Flowers next to your bed stand and a romantic dinner later while watching the sun set

Speaking of breakfast in bed, this man can COOK (have you seen his specialty dish? I’d eat that man’s meat 😋 )

On special occasions like those, he will want to cook, it makes it seem so special <3

Doesn’t get jealous easily except with Kaeya

Will try to communicate about this (or any issues) but this man hasn’t really had any social interaction since his father died

He’s trying bc he doesn’t want you to be upset at him and believes that y’all can talk it out

plz be patient with him :(

If you do get along with Kaeya, he will do his best to mend his relationship (My ragbros heart </3)

Whispers “I love you” into your ear in the mornings

Says it sparringly, however, so when he does say it, it feels all the more special

Will always check up you when he can

Always gives you small trinkets that reminds him of you

Never throws out any gifts you give him (you found a cecilia flower you gave him pressed in between the pages of his notebook)

Does his best to always make you smile bc he doesn’t want to see you cry

Overall he’s such a sweetheart 12/10 would recommend <333

[writingsbychlo]

I love you and this game sm

Oooh how about phantom 👀

I love YOU!! also, this was gonna be funnier at the time but I was feeling angsty tonight, and I also remembered that I fucking hate pranks/practical jokes, and I wrote it the way I would react tbh. lol. anyways, enjoy y'all

A scream tore from your lips, your heart rate racing up a notch to the point of almost uncomfortable gasping as you clutched at your chest. There it was, again, the flickering of the faelights, the whispering in your ears, the touches that made you spin and spin until you were dizzy. 

You were going insane. 

Or, you had been. But there was only one explanation for it. You’d always been one to believe in the afterlife, that souls were never really gone, only changed. It came with being a healer, you suspected; knowing the energy that flowed through a person, feeling it under your palms. How could you believe it was truly ever just gone?

That had to be what this was. A ghost, a phantom, a spirit. Someone you hadn't been able to save, here to take away your time because you hadn't been able to give any more. Briefly, you wondered who. If you’d know them. If you’d recognise their face and their name, remember what had happened, or whether they were just another face in the endless sea of people you’d failed during the wars.

Your bottom lip wobbled, the lights flickering again as your throat stung and your eyes began to water. Slipping shut for only a second, you resigned yourself to it, found comfort in them, knowing that maybe they weren’t here to hurt you. Surely, they’d have done that by now? Maybe they were just reaching out, tethered to you somehow, having died under your hands, your touch the last they ever felt.

Maybe it wasn’t malicious at all, and you were overreacting. With a steadying breath, you cracked your eyes back open, blinking away tears and turning towards the window, to look out at today’s drizzling grey clouds, and catching sight of your reflection.

And that’s when you saw it. 

The flash of a shadow behind you, barely there, a playful little whisper in the form of a hand, melting away back into the shadows of the floor so fast that had you blinked, you’d have missed it. Had you tried to turn to spot it, it’d have been gone. But you knew that shadow, knew the playful flick of its tail, the fluttery shape, the swirling. 

That was one of your mate’s shadows. Azriel. 

A huff of angry breath left your lips, brows pulling taut as both relief and slight sadness washed over you, a confusing mix of feelings that you weren’t really being haunted but still felt lonely and vulnerable, and he was to blame. 

Your feet were carrying you before you even knew it, tracking him across the House of Wind without even having to touch that bond, just following the deep-bellied laughter of him and Cassian. Any other day, you’d have smiled at that sound found comfort in it and wondered what the joke was. 

Turns out, it was you.

“Asshole!” You yelled as you rounded the corner, seeing the pair sat before the fireplace, and at your yell, their laughter only increased. You picked up the first thing within reach, Azriel’s sketchbook, and hurled it at the back of his chair, letting it clatter to the floor as they both stood up.

“Well, well, well. Look who finally caught on!” Cassian snickered, and Azriel elbowed him, not bothering to stop his own laughter as mirth shone in his eyes, and he didn’t bother hiding his amusement.

“You’re a jerk! You’re both jerks!” You yelled, reaching for another item, blindly picking up a book from Nesta’s pile. Your arm reared back, both males’ wings flexing as they prepared for your blow, but it was never allowed. Instead, the book was snatched from your hand, and Nesta tutted, placing it back on the pile neatly. 

“Why are you throwing my books at our mates, and why are you yelling?”

“Because they’re assholes!” Your chest heaved, brows pulling tighter again, and while Azriel’s laughter finally began to settle as he walked over to you, only chuckling now, Cassian was only increasing. He had his head between his knees, bent in half with laughter that shook his whole body. “They’ve been driving me to the brink of insanity for fun!”

“It was a practical joke, and a fucking hilarious one! It's not our fault you’re gullible as fuck!” He defended himself, and Azriel cooed, reaching out to place his hands on your hips, and you were quick to bat them away. That only seemed to amuse him more. 

“Aww, c’mon, baby. It was funny!”

“It was not!” You seethed, turning to glare at him, hoping the wobble in your lip didn’t show. He only pouted at you, clearly still believing your reaction to be an over-exaggeration. 

“What exactly did they do?” Nesta pressed.

“We… we…” Cassian wheezed between words, slapping at his knees again, and you crossed your arms over your chest. Azriel dipped down, lips puckering to press a kiss to your head, and you swerved away from him, eyes narrowing on him as he grinned playfully. “We made her think there was a ghost!”

He burst out laughing all over again, Nesta’s gaze flicking from her mate, to yours, who only shrugged and chuckled some more. Finally, her gaze settled on you, eyes narrowing slightly. Lifting a hand, she settled it on your arm, her lips pursing a little. “You mean, the healer, who openly believes in the afterlife and the continuation of one’s soul, you made her believe that a spirit was coming to get her?”

You offered Nesta a tentative smile, heart-rate finally calming down. At least one person got it. Cassian didn’t, he braced himself on the back of his chair as his knees shook from laughing. 

“You’re truly upset about this?” Azriel finally said, a tilt of a smile on his lips, but his brows pulled in a little bit. 

Nesta scoffed.

“I thought—” The words froze in your throat, you felt vulnerable saying them out loud now, especially with the pitying way Nesta was looking at you, and the way Cassian was still laughing. 

“Cassian!” Nesta snapped, his laughter quickly falling short at the tone of his mate’s voice, but it didn’t mean you couldn't still see it in his eyes. You’d have to do something about that.

“You thought…” Azriel pressed, finally being allowed to touch you as he settled a hand on your arm, swiping his thumb comfortingly, at last realising that perhaps he’d fucked up a little bit. You get it, it was a joke. Perhaps, just not a joke very well thought through for someone of your beliefs. For Rhys, it would likely have been hilarious.

“I thought,” You growled, eyes finding Cassian as you pulled your arm back. “That maybe it was the thing at the bottom of the library, that perhaps it had gotten out again.”

Your hissed threat was enough to make the last humour in the war lord’s eyes sputter out, widening in shock instead. “That’s not funny! Did you really think that? Do you think that can happen?”

“Oh, she doesn’t just think it. It’s only a matter of time.” Nesta clicked her tongue, Cassian paling a little further, and she crossed her own arms. “We lost another floor in the library last month. It’s growing, louder now too. Sometimes, we can tell it’s angry, and we don’t go on any of the floors above it. It’s climbing out again.”

“That’s not funny, Nes, are you serious? We have to get out.”

Your eyes rolled, but you felt a little better. At least you had gotten your revenge on Cassian.

Azriel, however, was going to have to stew in it for a little bit. He leaned down, moving slowly to leave a kiss on your cheek, and when you pulled away once more, he whined, hands shooting out to catch you, and failing miserably as you evaded him. “Nuh-uh, Az. You made this bed, now sleep in it. Or, better, the couch. You and your right hand can have fun out here for a while. I’ve got my phantoms to keep me company now, obviously.”

“My love…”

“Let’s go, Nes!”

[celestie0]

first of all, i knew that kai dude was bad news!!

but let's start form the top!! gojo kicking the ball in the FACE??? ahhhh lost it!!! i thought he maybe aimed at kai but boy was (accidentally) aiming at her, nooo!!!

ahaha but the way he cared for her then 😭😭 my heart, so weak for this trope. also we got a kiss so a win is a win!!

“Go ahead,” he says, using his knee to spread your legs apart, then finds a place to stand between your thighs to get closer to you. “I’ve got a lot of ways I could shut you up.”

excuse me man. do not say this in front of me or i'll get wet. thank you. moving on!

“You were born blessed with talent, and you’re popular, and people adore you, and you don’t have to worry about internships, or jumping from job to job just to make something of yourself."

ugh, that moment when she breaks down about her depts and car repair bills and all that? it was so raw and real. it makes her even more relatable. loved that!!

“You don’t want me hanging out with them?” you repeat after him, “I’m not listening to that. Because it’s possessive. And it’s wrong.”

yes, yes yes!! tell him girl!!! put him in his place!!! love pissed fmc!! <33

“Does that make you feel better?” he asks. / “Does thinking of me that way—…does it make you feel better about all of this? Between us?”

bruh, satoru is THE sweetest in this story, and I'm LIVING for his soft boy energy! he has such a innocent and soft love for her, i could cry and vanish into thin air 😭😭

also the way he is ALL about her dreams and supporting her in her carrer. WEAK.

but then everything happening after, god i was so ANGRY with Kai and all his douchebag people!!! i was ready to throw hands through the screen!!!

but can we also talk about how our girl was holding her own even when those jerks were putting her and her dreams down? she's got a fire in her, and i love that she wasn't backing down! satoru's lucky to have someone so fierce by his side.

thank goodness satoru and his squad showed up when things got serious and protected her!! also that protective move in front of her? I DIED. It's official, i'm WEAK. just one word. WEAK.

can't wait to read the next chapter, in which satoru will surely move heaven and earth to show his love to her and i'm here for it!!! please shower me with all the fluff and smut.

i need ALL the cozy, heart-melting moments! ♡♡

honestly, this AU is EVERYTHING. you're painting such a vivid picture, i feel like i'm right there on campus, surrounded by hotties and drama!! what could someone ask more of? ♡♡

also want to add that i think you have an incredible ear for how people talk, with all their quirks and little inflections. reads so natural and authentic!! have a great day or night, whenever you read this!

OMG LOSTFRACTURES M00TIE <333 THANK U SM FOR UR ASK I COULD CRY RN

aaa yes he actually isnt the one that kicked the ball haha 🤣 that was originally going to be the plan, but rather his teammate kicked the ball and he was too distracted by reader getting super close to kai to see it, and it flew past him n then hit her 😵‍💫

LMAO pls same part of me wanted to scream just to fuck around n find out ab all those ways of shutting us up haha

thank uuu im so glad you enjoyed her lash out 🥺💕 it was simultaneously very gratifying but also heartbreaking to write

aaa thank uu sm ur words ab softie satoru LOL i think his way of showing care can be unconventional sometimes but there’s no denying he really does want her to have the things he thinks she deserves :”) im just glad he finally thinks he’s someone she deserves haha

AND YES. SHE’s ALSO FIERCE AND A SOFTIE AT THE SAME TIME ✨✨ i wa sso excited by this chapter bc i think it takes gojo being “too good for her” bc he’s popular n whatnot but now reader is just THAT GIRL n a bad bitch and she’s almost too good for him now haha

ouu ty for the compliment on the dialogues n stuff 😭🤧 that’s so relieving to hear lol

AND YESS SO EXCITED FOR HIS LOVER BOY ERA ch10 is gonna be a lot of fun and sexy (still a tad bit angsty 👉🏼👈🏼) haha thank uu sm for looking forward to it 🥺💕 ur too kind pls

[eluxcastar]

Sorry I just came out of nowhere, but I found you through your sequel to 'One of Reputation' and then went scavenging for more of your arlecchino scraps and I am literally so in love with the way you write Arlecchino, platonically and romantically. I feel like a mouse that found the treasure trove of cheese. Um, warning for the huge rant because I'm fangirling so hard.

'One of Reputation' and its sequel(the arlecchino x Harbinger reader) makes me so happy? I love the lore behind reader, and although I never particularly cared about Il Capitone before, I am wondering on what his and reader's relationship was like. I also love especially how much thought and effort was placed into writing reader's thoughts and emotions in 'One of Reputation.' It's very easy to visualize and sympathize with reader. And the idea of sharing the food with Arlecchino and her begrudgingly accepting it? This is so inexplicably cute. I do want to know what Arlecchino and reader are like after reader decides to follow Arlecchino.

Among the scenarios/headcannons my personal favorite are 'arlecchino relationship headcanons' (awkward and cuddly arlecchino? are you kidding me? I'm so in love),

'arlecchino bring comforted by her s/o' (the idea of affection being so foreign to arlecchino and she doubts her reality sometimes hurts me in such delicious ways I cannot explain, and just how effortlessly reader is like 'yeah, and?' when Arlecchino asks if shes enough makes me want to combust in joy),

and 'the little sisterfication of arlecchino' (I love reader's protectiveness of arlecchino so much. It's incredibly sweet. It cannot stop me from thinking, what if reader is no longer there anymore? If reader dies on a mission she's sent for the Knave or she gets punished for protecting arlecchino, what will that do to arlecchino? I imagine that it would be the breaking point for arlecchino, and the catalyst to her overthrowing the Knave).

Anyways, I really like your Arlecchino works as a fellow Arlecchino simp. Looking forward to more 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️Your work is hella scrumptious 😫🤤

NO don't be sorry I love asks like this they make me explode (good thing) thank you I'm glad you enjoy her ♡( ◡‿◡ )

I had sm fun plotting lore for One of Repetition (⁀ᗢ⁀) and their relationship. At the time, I wrote Capitano in in such a manner because I liked the idea of her bringing back an abyss creature like a stray dog and going "Mom look what I found can we keep it" and because I wrote it before Arlecchino was introduced and I didn't know where else to fit reader in (￣▽￣*)ゞ (admittedly, the turn of events of Capitano likely being the First Harbinger fits my plans much better than Fourth, though I had an explanation for the alternative as well)

When I get around to making it into a proper fic (which I am actually doing, at last), I plan to expand on their relationship (and her friendship with Columbina if you can call it that (。。 ) )because very likely he'll be important and it'll be necessary to understand why he's so attached to her in that case. It was also going to be something I threw into the prequel oneshot I threw together, but I only ended up throwing in tidbits (￣ヘ￣)

I love love love Arlecchino combined with being awkward and cuddly and her being lowkey unsure of herself because I just MELT at how much it draws back to living under the previous Knave in the orphanage and her being much crueller to the children (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) She would have known love once, if that, through her parents and I explode at how cute it is to be overwhelmed by this new thing she loves so much

THE VISION FOR OLDER SIBLINGS READER ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ I had that thought in the middle of writing it, but I was like "this is sad enough, I don't need to kill reader off too (・_・;)ゞ" and let them live but not without keeping the part where the Knave kills them and is killed by Arle in retaliation in my drafts (possibly an idea to be used in One of Repetition)

I'm sorry that is a whole ass ramble of a response of random information (/▿＼ ) I get very excited to get to ramble about it thank you for reading and enjoying my works

[youwouldntlietopapa]

For kissing prompts: kitchen counter makeouts with Secondo? 👀

omg, okay this got way longer than I meant for it to. And there is just SO much terrible Italian (thanks, Google Translate). If you have an ao3 account, I will be posting it there also, with translations.

Includes: Making out (obv), light dom/sub, biting, hair pulling, heavy petting, romance, fluff, domestic fluff

+18 MDNI

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It had been a long day. Made even longer by the grey skies and the endless rain. The sort of day you’d have given anything to have spent in your own private quarters, curled up with a blanket, a book, a cup of tea, and Secondo. But, as he loved to remind you, duty comes first. Those things were for the evening. When there weren’t a hundred trivial things that everyone felt deserved his immediate and complete attention.

But, at least, it’s evening now. He is in the bathroom, cleaning his paints off, settling in for a quiet night. No parties, no functions, no people. The best sort, as far as you are concerned.

The kettle begins to heat and the rain taps on the windows. You stand in the kitchenette of his rooms, leaning against the counter and staring into your empty mug without really seeing it. Too lost in your thoughts to really take in anything around you completely. Too comfortable and safe in your space to bother keeping your guard up. The soft click of the kettle shutting off as it reaches a full boil is just enough to pull you out of your reverie. Reaching for the handle without fully paying attention, your finger touches the hot metal exterior. Too late to stop the burn even as you snatch your hand away, hissing painfully.

“Sei ferito, amore?” Secondo’s deep voice is soft and gentle. How such a big man can move so quietly is beyond you but, as always, he simply appears behind you. Taking your hand and inspecting it carefully. His lips brush your fingers. “È stato il bollitore a ferire il mio tesoro più prezioso? Vuoi che lo faccia distruggere e smaltire per te?” His tone may be lightly teasing, but you know that he would, in a heartbeat, if you asked.

“Non posso incolpare il bollitore per la mia goffaggine, il mio cuore. Inoltre, sono sicuro che ora sa chi è il mio protettore e ci penserà due volte prima di farmi del male di nuovo.” You slip your hand from his and cup his cheek, stretching up to kiss him softly. “La prossima volta, però, lo voglio morto.”

He chuckles, kissing you again, more firmly. “Qualsiasi cosa per te, mia regina oscura.”

It’s so easy to melt into his kiss. The spiced scent of his soap and the lingering cologne. The warmth of his hands and the press of his body against yours. His shirt hangs open and your hands are already exploring every familiar curve and faded scar. Running through the dark hair. Slipping around his back and hugging yourself to him. “I have been waiting all day for this.” You smile against his lips, barely whispering for fear of breaking the spell. “To have you all to myself.”

His hands catch your waist, lifting you up to the counter top. Even sitting up there, he still stands taller than you. “Always so eager for me, Amore.” Secondo smiles, brushing your hair back from your face, and cradling the back of your head in his large hands to kiss you deeply. Amaro still lingering on his lips. No amount of willpower would be enough to hold back the moan he drags from you. His own rumbling growl matching the weather outside. “Aspettando tutto il giorno. Così pazientemente. E ora eccomi qui. Tutto tuo.”

“Secondo…” You say softly, hooking your legs around his waist. Delicately tracing his jaw. Staring back into his mismatched eyes. “Il mio bellissimo, perfetto, amato Secondo…”

He’d never admit it, never even hint at it, but you know him too well not to see it. Nothing warms his heart so much as loving praise. Hearing the words without hesitation or condition. And, most of all, knowing he can trust them to be true when you say them. He doesn’t smile or say a word, but as your love and devotion wash over him, you can feel him relax, the tension in his jaw and his shoulders melt away. It speaks louder than words ever could and you hold the warmth of it close to your heart.

“Io sono tua. Solo il vostro. Ora e sempre.” Your hands massage into his shoulders, working out the knots as you kiss along his jaw.

“Solo mio.” His hand spreads over your lower back, pressing you closer to him. The other slides up into your hair, gripping just tightly enough to feel the tug. Secondo leans in closer, kissing just below your ear and running his tongue over your skin. His mouth trails down your neck, biting at your shoulder and earning a soft hiss from you. Sucking firmly until a bruise begins to bloom. “Indossando il mio marchio in modo che tutti sappiano di tenere le loro sporche mani lontane da ciò che è mio.”

“Sì, signore.” Your nails dig into his back and you whimper softly. One hand slides down to grab his ass. “Se qualcuno osa, gli taglierò la mano e te la presenterò.”

His grip on your hair tightens, tugging your head back, growling louder. When he claims your mouth, you submit without hesitation. Moaning into the kiss as his tongue rolls against yours. His hand on your back keeps you pinned in place, pressed against his chest. One hand, however, slides between your hips. Running over the front of his trousers. Feeling him pressing against the fabric constraints. Secondo grunts as your hand works over him, not even attempting to free. You’ll pay for it later, you’re sure, and it will be worth every moment. Tormenting him just a little as the opportunity arises.

“Sai cosa ottengono le ragazze cattive, vero, Amore?” He asks huskily, breaking away from your kiss with a wicked glint in his eye.

You look up at him with your biggest, most innocent doe eyes. “Mi? Cattivo? Sicuramente no, signore.”

He smirks, looking thoroughly unconvinced. “Cosa malvagia, sei. Sempre alla prova della mia pazienza.”

“Allora è una cosa molto buona che tu mi ami così tanto.” You give him a sly smile and lean closer, kissing along his collar bone. Nipping softly at his neck. Your hand runs over his warm skin, across his chest. Finger circling his nipple almost lazily. “Quasi quanto ti amo.”

“Quasi?” Secondo chuckles softly, letting you enjoy yourself. Slowly snaking a hand between your legs. “Dubiti di quanto ti amo?”

Your breath hitches as his fingers tease you. It takes a moment to get your composure back. “Mai, signore. So solo quanto ti amo e non riesco a immaginare che qualcuno abbia mai amato un altro tanto quanto io amo te.”

“E quanto è quello, Tesoro?”

When you look up at him, he meets your gaze, waiting. Your own gaze is steady and confident. Enough to have his complete attention. Even his fingers stop their teasing. His heart pounding under your hand pressed to his chest.

“Più di tutto l'oro e i gioielli del mondo. Più di tutti i pesci del mare. Più di tutte le stelle del cielo. Più della vita stessa. Io sono tua. Chiedimi di ridurre in cenere il mondo e lo avrò in fiamme al mattino.”

For a long moment you both stare at each other. Secondo, frozen in place. Not moving or blinking or even breathing. All at once grabbing your hips and lifting you up off the counter, holding you against himself. His mouth claims yours again, fiercely. Your hands hooking behind his neck and returning the kiss with the same ardent passion.

“Satana, ti amo. Ucciderei per te. Morirei per te. La mia vita è tua, mia oscura regina. La mia Lilith.” He says breathlessly, pulling away just enough to look you in the eye.

“Saltiamo il tè e ci rilassiamo sul divano e andiamo subito a letto?”

Secondo closes his eyes and shakes his head, chuckling at your ridiculousness. “Si.”

“Sì, subito.”

[drawmanations]

Tagged by @cyanichexanthine a while ago to list 9 favourite characters (ty for tagging me). This is very much late, my brain was just blanking. So, here's the list. It's in no particular order, apart from the first two

Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty)

You gotta expect Rick to be in here. RnM is my main fandom right now, and of course Rick would be a favourite character. He's sarcastic, snarky, an asshole and has a lot of emotional baggage.

I wouldn't say he's too complex, but definitely not simple.

2. Rick Prime (Rick and Morty)

Prime is very interesting. We somehow get so much information with how little time we have. Although, most of it may be headcanonning. Tbh, I think that's why he's fun, we can headcanon Prime bc of how little screentime he has when you step back and look at the series as a whole.

Of course, we do know a lot about him from what we were shown. Like he's also a snarky asshole who likes to toy with other people and mess with them. Even when he was dying he could still get under Rick's skin.

3. Louise Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Louise has that kind of chaotic energy I vibe with. I think she and Bob are two of the best characters in the show, though that's not saying the other characters are worse.

4. Peril (Wings of Fire)

Peril is a very complex character with a very fucked up past.

When she was young, her mother was forced to give her to Scarlet, where she was then forced to grow up as a killer. Scarlet was very much abusive and she was isolated from everyone and everything.

Because of that path, everyone sees her as a killing machine and nothing more. Her attachment to Clay is unhealthy because of him being the only dragon to hear her our and see her for who she is, a traumatized dragon who only knows how to kill because of how she was raised. And I guess her having firescales and him having fireproof saes helps with that.

I like Peril because of how complex she is. And I hate how some of the fandom is victim blaming her.

5. Ex-Queen Scarlet (Wings of Fire)

She's a villain. A queen. She slays. Scarlet is my favourite villain in wof. Her design with the melted face is awesome, I really love her sadistic attitude too, bc off course I do.

I would strangle Scarlet lovingly

6. Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Mom Steve is all I have to say, and the fandom will get me. (I think... I'm not in the stranger things fandom, I just watched the show).

At first, I hated Steve, I thought he was an asshole and I watched to punch him. Now, if he dies, I will punch my TV. I've never switched so quickly with my liking for a character between two seasons of a show. I think... idk I don't watch many shows.

7. Jim Hopper (Stranger Things)

Jim is a cold and distant person turned adopted parent and I love him for that.

I also thought I would hate him. He seemed like lazy dude who would do nothing during the case. (Fun fact, I thought all the adults would be clueless and I would only like the kids, since most shows are like that). But he actually steps up in a big way.

I was worried that they would fuck him up in season 3 with him trying to break up Mike and Eleven. But, they made up for it, and I cried at the end of season 3.

I love him and Steve sm. Pls don't die.

8. Clive (Littlebigplanet 2)

Okay, this may be a bit weird, but hear me out.

This man is the best character in lbp2. He's so fucking depressed and I love him. Clive and his world are my favourite in LBP2.

9. Bob Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Best cartoon dad, hands down. He's so chill and actually pays attention to his kids. Plus he isn't rude, offensive or a baby waiting for his wife to clean up after him. He's just a dad trying to do his job while also having 3 (if Tina counts) chaotic kids.

One of my favourite characters in Bob's burgers, fr.

That's the list. Idk who to tag so uh-...

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