#my hc when i fist saw them

[kotakunnn]

When they make a second critter event, I hope and pray that Aventurine appears just so that he can introduce us to his triplets like a proud father.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

saw that you're in your got era so perhaps jealousy headcanons for the got or hotd characters? 👀 literally anyone from these characters - robb, jaime, margaery, oberyn, theon, cersei or ramsay, I'd love to see your interpretation on any of them ! ( or aemond, alicent, aegon, gwayne, OTTO !!, larys, daemon or mysaria for hotd, again whichever era you feel like it !!) and just for future reference, do you write for asoiaf characters or mainly the shows?

'LOVE CAN KILL, [jealousy! hcs]

-GOT / HOTD CHARACTERS X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Robb, Jaime, Margaery, Oberyn, Cersei, Joffrey, Ramsay, Tyrion, The Hound, Aemond, Aegon, Alicent, Gwayne, Daemon

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; jealousy, and how some characters deal with it ;)

⋆ tags/warnings. GOT and HOTD!characters x female reader. SFW! But naturally, some of these characters get a bit suggestive! Possessive behavior, canon typical violence, etc. Please send in more GOT/HOTD requests! Apologies this took so long, this is more characters in a post than I've ever done lol. Unfortunately I'm not super familiar with Otto, Larys, Theon, or Mysaria, so I decided to pick some characters I'm more familiar with! (Joffrey is my #1 favorite of all time, my sincerest apologies.) Whew, 14 characters ! For right now I'm only writing for the TV shows! (i've only read book 1, lol)

𝑅𝛰𝐵𝐵 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝐾

♫ “I wasn't thinking when I told you to stay.” Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella

With Robb, it's all about the body language. And boy, he's horrible at hiding it.

He can have a hard time placing the feeling as jealousy. He was raised to be honorable. But feelings of...neglect run deep with him. Oldest child syndrome, if you will.

Which is why his jealousy most likely manifests in subdued, quiet behavior. Part of him will recognize he's being ridiculous, while another part of him is silently fuming. Fists clenched, he'll send you an intense stare as he watches you converse with another lord.

His emotions leak through his expressions. When he catches you staring back, his gaze will flit down, and he'll wait patiently for you're time. Or...in most cases...he'll march right up, placing himself between you and the man. Maybe a small, "I'll take it from here." If the lord is offering to help you with something.

A subtle touch on the small of your back. It's a small claim, a subtle "back-off."

A lot of his jealousy also transforms into protectiveness more than anything. He'll offer to accompany reader to places he wouldn't normally be concerned about. He's close by, and he's reminding her wordlessly, he's watching over her and any threat.

Finally, when you two are alone, will he drop down that guard of his. Covering up that burning pit inside him with casual humor, you can sense the underlaying seriousness of his voice in his light teases.

"You’re quite popular these days. Should I be worried that I’m not your only admirer?"

He certainly beds you, having something to prove. And only afterwards when you are in his arms, sweaty and warm from the candlelight, wrapped in furs...will he calm down.

"It’s not that I don’t trust you… It’s them I don’t trust. Some men don’t know how to keep their place." He'll whisper, holding onto you firmly.

𝐽𝐴𝐼𝑀𝐸 𝐿𝐴𝑁𝑁𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅

♫ “You don't know that you're in over your head.” Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella

Jaime's jealousy is burning. It's simply the way he was raised. And gods, you are his.

Numerous sarcastic remarks flow between the two of you and the man who he believes has essentially stolen your affections. His taunts are offhand, dry remarks, often directed towards his "opponent" or even you, if he's feeling bitter enough.

"I didn’t realize he was such a comedian. Maybe I should ask him for pointers." He'll say, with that sarcastic drawl. "If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to make me jealous. Not that it would work, of course." He chuckles, but his gaze is sharp.

Depending on the offense, Jaime's reactions differ. If you simply have an admirer, a few...well chosen words are directed towards them. His confidence allows him to not be too bothered. Maybe standing closer, clearly showing off to whatever poor soul thought they had a shot with you.

It's a different story if you are friends with the person involved, or entertain their advances even mildly or jokingly.

That's when the uncharacteristic tension comes out, full of small twitches in his jaw and curt, smug responses. His visible annoyance is uncontrolled.

We saw how he was with Loras when it came to Cersei. If he feels truly threatened, whether it's by another pretty boy, or just someone he feels could...hypothetically...have the upper hand...He'll corner them when you're off somewhere else. And give a small warning, from the Kingslayer himself.

"You seem to have forgotten who you're dealing with, so let me remind you." He leans in just close enough for his words to sink in. "Whatever you think you might be to her… you’re not. Let’s keep it that way, hm? I'd hate to see you make any...lasting mistakes."

𝑀𝐴𝑅𝐺𝐴𝐸𝑅𝑌 𝑇𝑌𝑅𝐸𝐿𝐿

♫ “It was just too hard to push you away.” Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella

Margaery is smart with her feelings. She knows how to play the game, and play it well. Instead of showing her jealousy openly, she's a touch more composed than most characters on this list.

She recognizes just how precious you are, and admires that. She doesn't necessarily blame others when they become...attached to you.

When jealousy arises, she views it more as a small problem in need of being handled. And she knows how to handle things.

She embraces the graceful competition, subtly outshining anyone who seems to get in the way of her goals. Her goal being you're affection, of course. You're already hers, and she sees no problem in working to keep it that way.

This appears in gestures of strategic sweetness to keep you close, perhaps wearing your favorite gowns on her, and offering that charming smirk. She doesn't shy away from manipulating you, just a teeny bit.

"They’re certainly captivated by you. I suppose I’ll have to work harder to keep your attention." She teases, "Besides, who could ever compare to us?"

Her words carry a playful undertone, but she makes her point clear. Laughing charmingly, threading her arm through yours.

Very rarely does she think she's in any serious danger. She prides herself on being yours and knowing how to keep you on a tight leash. Though...if she feels genuinely worried, she expresses her feelings quite clearly but still gently. She reminds her lover of their shared goals, and all that they've built together.

"My, you do attract admirers easily, don’t you? I’ll have to start guarding you more closely." She gives you a playful look, though her touch on your arm will linger just a bit longer than usual.

𝛰𝐵𝐸𝑅𝑌𝑁 𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐸𝐿𝐿

♫ “Let me go, but you won't let me go.” Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella

Oberyn doesn't feel insecure. How could he? He knows, deep down, that you're his. Jealousy isn't something he confines himself too, he views it as an ugly emotion, capable of getting rid of the true wonders love has to offer.

That being said...he is only a man. And he is fiercely protective. If anyone were to flirt with you and you were clearly uninterested, it would be a swift death, or at the very least, he'd make his point clear with a blow or two and a cutting edge remark. Especially if they are a Lannister. He enjoys you being admired, but only to a certain extent.

"Your efforts are wasted, they’re far too captivating for someone like you. I’d suggest you find someone more... suited to your charms." He begins, hand itching for his spear, "Consider this your first and last warning."

Yeah, he means business.

Most of the time, he spins the situation to show-off. Showcase his own passion and devotion to you. If it's simply a friend of yours, he may even offer them to join in. If not, he'll spend the entire night practically worshipping you, promising that he's the only one who could ever make you feel like this.

Similarly to Margaery, he teases you lightly.

"You have a lovely laugh. But I must admit, it’s much better when it’s for me alone."

Oberyn doesn't shy away from PDA either. It's that assertive reclaiming he seems to favor, pulling you close, whispering something that affirms your affections for each other. He'll revel when he watches the other mans face fall in dismay.

He might get cocky, and push it a bit far. By the time he's done, the 'competition' will be utterly humiliated and embarrassed. He'll be smirking at his own quips.

"I assure you, my friend, my lover favors...more substantial things." He motions to the poor mans crotch.

You're gonna have to give him a slap on the arm.

𝐶𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐸𝐼 𝐿𝐴𝑁𝑁𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅

♫ “Consequence of loving me can be cruel.” Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella

Cersei's jealousy is intense and multifaceted, to say the least. It manifests in a mix of cold fury and harsh threats, channeling that anger into much more controlling behavior.

Deep down, she is terribly insecure. Once another man or woman as your attention, and she catches on, she's coolly lashing out. And she catches on quickly.

At first she may appear indifferent, but if you look close enough, you can see the subtly giveaways. The way her lip curls, her nostrils flare, and her knuckles go white gripping her wine chalice.

If you're the first one to confront her, and attempt to reassure her, you'll save yourself some trouble down the line. Guaranteed, she'll deny it, but still make a passive-aggressive remark here and there. But eventually she'll calm down, edges softening.

That rare moment of vulnerability that you're not sure is manipulation or not. She'll look towards the ground, running her thumb over you're hand on her cheek. She'll sit on the edge of her bed, jaw clenched.

Now, it's a whole different story if you don't catch on to the early signs. If you don't manage to reassure or call her out in time, that jealousy implodes.

She may confront you first, anger bleeding through her. She runs on it. She may even threaten you, oblivious to the potential consequences her words might have.

“You think you can charm your way into my affections by paying attention to that little fool?" She's standing up, loathing distorting her features. Her voice raises. "Perhaps I should throw a feast in her honor. Let’s see how charming she is when surrounded by my people."

It's threats and threats and more and more threats...which can be especially worrying if the person she's jealous of is a friend of yours.

Almost every scenario ends with you having to comfort her, treading carefully with the words you say.

Now, when it comes to confronting the competition, she makes it very clear. Though, these threats are often much more impulsive. A swig of wine, and she gracefully moves towards them when you're out of sight.

A faux compliment or two, before she whispers, close.

“You’ll find that my guards are quite loyal to me. A simple command, and they’ll ensure you never breathe the same air as her again.”

It only makes her feel a bit better. But, regardless, she's smiling smugly, feeling proud of herself when the offenders face turns white.

𝐽𝛰𝐹𝐹𝑅𝐸𝑌 𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐸𝛰𝑁

♫ “Too much love can kill.” Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella

Oh, Joffrey. I'm obsessed with him.

Yeah. He has the worst jealousy issues out of everyone on this list. It's baaaaad. It's a cocktail of insecurity, possessiveness, and entitlement. As someone who has been raised to believe he is above others, and has been coddled his entire life...it infuriates him.

It's the same feeling you get as a child, when someone steals one of your toys. You belong to him. He never grew out of that mentality, or that feeling.

Be prepared for plentiful outbursts of anger. He's a tantrum personified, especially if he feels disrespected. Insecurity grips him tight and refuses to let up until he's either been heavily reassured...or the other person is... taken care of.

And even then, after reassuring him for hours, it may not be enough. You know how he hired a knight to take out Tyrion in the Battle of Blackwater? Yeah. That person will be paid a little 'visit.'

When reassuring him, similar to Cersei, you really have to be careful what you say, or it might make the situation even worse. At that point, he's seeing red.

"I’m the king! You should be grateful for my attention, not chasing after scraps!" He's huffing, pointing to himself as his breathing increases. He'll look at you with an ice cold glare, nose wrinkled in distaste.

He might even force his hand around your face, harshly grabbing you. He looks dead into your eyes, voice clear and low. "You're mine. You belong to me." He's seething.

If he notices you simply looking at anyone else too long, he'll feel beyond threatened in both his masculinity and position as king. Especially if you laugh at another mans jokes, or simply attempt to be friendly with a commoner or lord.

"What’s so amusing? You’d think you’d find better entertainment than that fool." He mutters under his breath harshly, bad habit of picking at his fingers. He'll shuffle uncomfortably. He'll look to you expecting agreeance. It's 100% that mentality of 'Friends? You don't need friends. You have me.'

Yeah, he keeps the very blunt insults coming. Petulant name calling is not above him. Includes, but is not limited too, "Degenerates, Idiots, Commoners, Peasants, or Cretins" which he may describe as being "Stupid, Disgusting, Repellent, Sickening, or Revolting." He's got a LOT of those angry remarks in the bank.

While he may not directly confront the offender, (he doesn't have time for idle threats.) He has his own ways of dealing with them. And that is a public humiliation ritual, making a mockery of any rival. And if they disobey ANY whim of his, they're gone. That one scene with Tyrion at his wedding? That "Kneel!"? He's commanding the same of any man unlucky enough to have threatened his claim on you. Oh, and they're going to be his cupbearer.

Even if they do as he asks, by now his anger will have transformed into that renewed sense of cruelty. "You're fingers or your tongue?...Or I could just cut your throat."

𝑅𝐴𝑀𝑆𝐴𝑌 𝐵𝛰𝐿𝑇𝛰𝑁

♫ “You're gonna suffer now, whatever you do.” Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella

His jealousy may not be as overtly intense as Joffrey's, but it certainly is the scariest.

In his own words, he prefers being an only child. That same kind of mentality certainly carries over to his relationship with you. He prefers to be the only one you see that way.

He loves a good game, and that's what this is. If anything, it's quite exhilarating for him. Though, he is a huge hypocrite. For a man who thinks jealousy is boring coming from you, he feels it quite freely.

Sees it as a means of asserting dominance, whether that be through intimidation or overt manipulation. He doesn't deny it like most characters on this list. When he's feeling jealous, he says it. It's a small warning for you not to go any farther, lest worse things occur for you or the perceived threat.

He'll go up to whoever you are talking too, saccharine and honorable smile on his face. He'll casually interrupt, introducing himself as Lord Bolton's successor. Despite his calm demeanor, there is a tightness in his face, and a wicked look in his eyes, that only you can recognize. It will make you shiver.

If the rival persists, he'll find it all too amusing.

"You're bold, I'll give you that." He says with a boisterous laugh, and you already know the mans fate is sealed.

Looks like his hounds will be having another meal tonight. He'll have his men go out looking for the man, and he'll question him more...privately, when you aren't there to witness his tortuous taunts.

But for now, his focus is on you, and your loyalty to him. When he excuses the both of you, his hand is gripping yours painfully tight.

By the time you're in his chamber, he's on you, ripping your clothes off with a harsh intensity and pushing you to the wall. His nose is twitching in barely kept anger, forcing you to look at him.

We all saw that scene between him and Myranda when she threatens to marry someone else, and it was not pretty. His eyes are borderline bloodshot, and he can't keep his hands off you or your throat.

"You're mine." He leans forward, through gritted teeth. It's better you don't put up a fight, because he'll be having you and your attention one way or another.

Que the numerous kisses and bite marks soon to follow. And he is not gentle when he's inside you.

You'll never hear from the flirtatious lord again...and if you do, it's only in the prayers of his grieving family.

𝑇𝑌𝑅𝐼𝛰𝑁 𝐿𝐴𝑁𝑁𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅

♫ “My love, you are not safe with me.” Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella

Now, Tyrion's jealousy is more subdued and introspective versus some characters on this list. He has a good sense of self-awareness, and he's intelligent to figure out what he's feeling quite quickly.

At first he'll dismiss it as nothing more than an annoying feeling of insecurity he attempts to cover up. But...it doesn't last long. Especially when someone else makes you laugh. Or when Bronn makes a taunt with a half smirk, that some other fancy lord has taken a keen interest in his lady. (Bronn, you instigator!)

As such, Tyrion resorts to his usual humor to deflect any unpleasant feelings he may have when he's jealous. Similar to his brother, these witty remarks are are subtle intimidation technique, meant to dryly convey his displeasure.

"Ah, the sound of laughter. How quaint. I suppose I’ll have to work harder to earn your amusement." He forces a smile, masking his discomfort. "I didn’t realize I was competing for the title of Court Jester."

These feelings of inadequacy manifest in more self-deprecating ways for Tyrion, given his anger is more controlled. He might opt to drown his sorrows, so don't be surprised if you catch him drunkenly waving his chalice around, doing poor impressions of the so-called-lord that had your attention.

This doesn't mean he won't confront the rival, though. Quite the opposite. While he won't seek the man out, (For his sake, he isn't privy to seeing the tall handsome lord in person. He's not a masochist.) If he happens to come across him flirting with you first hand, or sees him during a feast, he'll make sure to throw one or two gibes out there.

"Desperation looks unflattering on you, my friend. Perhaps you should tone it down a notch." He speaks carefully, nodding to Bronn as a subtle warning. "Or at least the best you can manage..?"

If the rival flirts with you blatantly and in front of him, I can 100% imagine him putting them down. After a flirtatious remark directed towards you, he'll make a dry comment, "Flattery is wasted on me, but do go on; I’m always entertained by those who think they can win my affection." As if it was directed towards him. Probably shuts the man up for a moment.

When the two of you are alone, he'd be very grateful if you could just hold him. Give him that reassurance he craves when his carefree facade breaks. That moment of vulnerability means the world to him.

𝑆𝐴𝑁𝐷𝛰𝑅 "𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐻𝛰𝑈𝑁𝐷" 𝐶𝐿𝐸𝐺𝐴𝑁𝐸

♫ “I need you to go, don't fight me.” Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella

Listen up, Sandor doesn't take shit.

Jealousy isn't an emotion Sandor is particularly used too. In fact, he didn't think he'd find anyone to love in his lifetime, so the feeling is foreign and unpleasant. And, like a mean dog, Sandor's first reaction is to growl.

He doesn't like it. Says it's constricting, and it pisses him off. Not just the pretty boy lord flirting with you, but the whole situation in general. Makes him feel vulnerable, and weak.

Naturally, his first reaction is to distance himself. He may avoid you, grumbling, spitting out vile and vulgar comments to get you to run with your tail between your legs. It's better for the both of you that way.

"You think they’re worth your time? Just a pretty smile to distract you?" He scoffs, shaking his head. "You could do better. But then again, you always choose to suffer." He motions at himself, and it's a glimpse of that self-depreciation he buries.

But you love him for a reason, and you know that won't end well. Best way to handle him when he's jealous is to be gentle, and to listen.

He doesn't want empty reassurances. He's complicated that way, even if they are genuine. He isn't one for flowery words or overt displays of emotion, so the best way to comfort him would be to give him some space, but continue to take care of him.

It will still frustrate him, but eventually he'll cave. He'll rejoin you, silently, eventually. Won't offer any apologies, but maybe a gruff nod, and you two will commence whatever it is you two have.

In future instances, he becomes much more brutally honest with how he feels. Doesn't sugarcoat it. If he doesn't like someone, even if they are a friend, he expects them gone- or he'll take care of them regardless. That kind of possessive behavior is just something you'll have to work through.

I can imagine him silently brooding if he witnesses someone flirting with you first hand. Typically his size and reputation is enough to scare whoever away. He's looming over them, eyes dark, and ready to defend what's his.

When you take your leave, he'll confront the person with a very explicit threat or two.

"If you don’t back off, I’ll find a nice dark corner to stuff you in- preferably with a pile of shit." Or, "Get any closer, and I’ll rip your tongue out and shove it down your throat."

𝐴𝐸𝑀𝛰𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐴𝑅𝐺𝐴𝑅𝑌𝐸𝑁

♫ “Get swallowed by the weight.” Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella

Aemond has the most...complex jealousy out of everyone on this list. It's layered, and the outcome may be unpredictable. It's an emotional and volatile nature that's been building up for years since he was a child.

He often had feelings of jealousy for his brother, his nephews, etc. That trauma is deeply rooted in him, and it's hard to let go of old habits, given it's been present all his life.

You'll watch his head bow in distaste when you make small conversation with other lords. How his eye will gaze at you, almost warningly. His jaw will be clenched tight, and he'll avoid eye contact, looking off to the side in anger. He doesn't want to watch.

If it's a friend of yours, he can be a bit mean, questioning your loyalty a bit harshly.

"Friendship? Is that what you call it?" He speaks, angrily. A thinly veiled threat is directed to you, "It seems more like a prelude to betrayal."

He'll brood in the corner, silently waiting. That is, unless, he deems the man goes too far.

In the scene where he gets his eye put out by Lucerys, the conversation that starts before it happens pretty much sums his jealousy up. He's firm with his claim to Vaghar, and the same goes for you.

When Rhaena states that Vaghar was hers to claim, Aemond responds in kind, "Then you should've claimed her." And puts up a hell of a fight to prove his point. That same possessiveness carries over to his relationship with you. He doesn't back down. You're his.

He has no problems getting in between you and the man he feels threatened of. He offers a blunt threat.

"I could have you torn apart, limb by limb, and I’d sleep soundly at night. Be certain of that."

Guaranteed, mixed feelings of insecurity will rise to the surface. When you two are alone, he'll continue to brood silently, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, and body language tight.

Please do reassure him. He needs it. His eye will soften, and he'll place his hand over yours, leaning into your touch. With a soft huff of an air, a final warning slips past his lips.

"Don’t make me remind you why I’m the only one worthy of you."

𝐴𝐸𝐺𝛰𝑁 𝑇𝐴𝑅𝐺𝐴𝑅𝑌𝐸𝑁

♫ “I wanna hold on tightly.” Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella

Aegon handles jealousy poorly, much like he seems to handle everything else.

It's like throwing gasoline on a fire. Once that feeling in his chest flares up, it's shown through erratic behavior, sarcasm, and attempts to assert his claim in juvenile, insecure ways. Unlike his brother, he lacks the restraint to simply brood.

No, be prepared for plenty of mocking comments directed towards the man he's threatened of, and showy displays to prove he's the better choice.

Everyone knows he is unpredictable and reckless, and possessiveness drives him to act out. He certainly overindulges to cope with his insecurity, (getting shitfaced) and will gladly push your boundaries to get your attention back on him.

Not to mention the belittling comments he'll make.

"Oh, is that who you’ve chosen to entertain now? I didn’t realize your taste had grown so dull."

Prone to acting overtly clingy, almost like a restless cat. He will attempt to slide over into the conversation, resting an arm around you, or even pulling you away. He doesn't care if it's 'improper.' He probably brings up his status, his bloodline, acting over-the-top.

He's also no stranger to outbursts. His temper may make him lash out impulsively, whether that be towards you or the man whose got your attention. If he's in a particular mood, be ready to deal with a screaming Aegon, threatening to slaughter and burn said rival. His fist will come down hard on the council table.

He also doesn't care if he's making a show of it in front of the council members. Que Alicent or Otto attempting to placate him. He needs to have a cooler head if he's going to be ruling the Seven Kingdoms, and this type of behavior isn't very becoming.

He definitely thinks he's owed some make-up sex, if only to quell the insecure storm raging inside him.

"You think they could satisfy you? Truly?" He says, firmly, as he steps closer. Anger is burning in his words, volume raising. "They wouldn’t even know where to begin."

And he plans to show you that he's right.

𝐴𝐿𝐼𝐶𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝛰𝑊𝐸𝑅

♫ “I'm afraid I'll pull you over the edge.” Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella

Alicent experiences jealousy complexly, just like Aemond. It gnaws on her until she's at her breaking point. Rather than overt displays or confrontations, she attempts to employ more strategic distance...but it always ends up resorting in icy politeness.

She's making her displeasure known through restrained, pointed remarks. Out of duty and pride, she'll attempt to avoid direct confrontation, but she wears her jealousy on her sleeve.

I imagine her withdrawing from the situation at first, if not for anything but her own sake. Her gut reaction, out of insecurity, is to escape the situation. It honestly makes her feel sick.

Unless she's forced to stay...then she'll begrudgingly offer a tight smile. Her responses are carefully measured, and she slips into that role of "queen" rather than a lover.

A part of it stems from passive aggressiveness, and another part of it is purely subconscious.

Speaking of passive aggressiveness, she'll make some pretty cutting remarks, either questioning your loyalty or purposely feigning ignorance to the situation.

"Perhaps I’m mistaken. But I know loyalty when I see it. Or when I don’t."

It's an all bark, no bite threat towards you. But it serves as an aggressive reminder of your connection with her, and that you are now apart of her duties.

If she does interfere beforehand, she'll make indirect remarks about the person causing her jealousy, but will most likely frame it as merely her own curiosity.

Maybe just a touch of self-depreciation, unintentional manipulation. Years of Otto's techniques have rubbed off on her.

"It’s of little consequence, truly. I simply thought I was the one you preferred to spend your time with. I may have misjudged."

𝐺𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑁𝐸 𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝛰𝑊𝐸𝑅

♫ “Hurts to say it over, over again.” Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella

In contrast to Alicent, Gwayne has no problem when he feels threatened to step in. He's a member of a powerful house, and a knight no less. Those two things have taught him to be prideful and honorable.

He will defend your honor whenever he deems in necessary, and there are no exceptions. He certainly has a flash of a temper, but he believes he's much more restrained than others, given his training.

If he thinks someone is crossing a line, he'll interfere. He'll position himself quite closely to you, making his presence known.

He offers the man a silent warning, offering a cool, assessing look. It would be enough to communicate his disapproval.

And if the man persists...well...they'll end up with the end of a sword pointed at them.

Similar to Robb, Gwayne's jealousy appears more in his heightened protectiveness. He insists on staying close for your safety.

"Do they need to be reminded that you’re already spoken for?"

Obviously, his noble pride carries on. If he gets pushed, his jealousy will show more openly, taking the man aside, and telling them that he is more worthy of her time and attention. Might throw in a comment about his noble standing.

He'll take you aside when everything is said and done, reminding her his intentions are honorable. Everyone else is just...unworthy.

"You may not see it, but I know men like him. If he truly respected you, he wouldn’t need to linger around someone else’s beloved."

𝐷𝐴𝐸𝑀𝛰𝑁 𝑇𝐴𝑅𝐺𝐴𝑅𝑌𝐸𝑁

♫ "No matter how you feel." Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella

Oh boy, you'll have to keep this man on a tight leash when his jealousy flares up. It's as intense as he is, and he shows it openly.

He'll deny it, or embrace it, depending on the severity of the perceived offense. It's closely tied to that desire for power within him he can't seem to shake. Any affront to your loyalty is an affront to his own standing.

He switches from possessive protectiveness to outright hostility. There's really no in between. It's a raw and unfiltered fury that makes his hand shake and his eye twitch.

He doesn't tolerate rivals, and he's very upfront that he's the only one fit to be by your side. This comes through when he has you all to himself on his bed...

He'll confront the person whether you want him to or not.

"If they value their limbs, they’d remember you’re mine." He mutters casually, pacing around the room.

He carries that hard glint in his eyes. He may even mildly appreciate the sheer balls of the man stupid enough to attempt to flirt with you, but he'll shut it down quicker than anyone on this list.

"You’ve got a bold tongue. I wonder if I should cut it out..?" He'll look to you for permission. It's up to you if you wanna let the dragon loose!

[tearvls]

HIII OMGSJ, I love your writing so much so when I saw your request was open I jumped in like a beast. Whenever you're free of course 🫂

But I have this idea, that in the invincible war, there are a lot of Marks that get killed right, so I think that readers from their world just wait for them to come back not knowing they are dead until Angstrom comes back to tell them and they was devastating, so Angstrom take this as an opportunity to make them help him destroy the main Mark world, but the reader goal is just revenge and kill whoever killed their Mark.

And for the readers in the world of the survivor Mark, Angstrom says that if they help him he will give them their Marks back.

Idk I just want to get this idea out and wanted to know how it would happen and how the main Mark feels when seeing a multiverse of readers desperate to get revenge 😔✋️

Not you too

Characters: Main Mark + GN! Speedster! Reader variants

Synopsis: Mark's fine killing versions of himself, but you? God help him.

Content Warnings: Graphic violence, Character death (multiple versions of Reader), Blood and gore, Impalement, crushed skulls and bones, Emotional distress, Psychological trauma, Multiversal doppelgangers, Brief mentions of death by falling, crushing

E/N: not all reader variants for the Marks are reviewed in this, just hinted at. Some Reader Variants are dead though as well (My HC).

Angstrom just couldn’t let him rest, could he?

After everything—fighting off a legion of murderous versions of himself, stopping a Viltrumite threat, and barely holding the planet together—Mark just wanted one day. One single day to decompress. Kick his feet up, sip a soda, maybe rewatch Science Dog in peace. But no. That would’ve been too easy.

Instead, Cecil’s voice burst through the comms, frazzled and grim. “Green portals have opened. Versions of [REDACTED] came through. They’re… they’re not friendly.”

Mark almost dropped his drink. Versions of you—causing chaos?

And from the carnage that followed, it was clear: you were angry in every universe.

The first one came fast. Viltrumite armor tinted deep crimson, stained with blood, yours and others. Stronger than any of the others, you hit harder than even Mark was used to. The two of you clashed, fists slamming into one another with the force of missiles. You didn’t waste breath on threats—just let your speed and strength talk for you. Mark tried to reason with you, dodging, weaving, pleading. “I don’t want to fight you!” he yelled—but you didn’t care. You caught him off guard, fists flying, and nearly cracked his jaw before he countered with a desperate blow to your ribs. You stumbled. He hesitated. And you charged again. That’s when he drove his fist clean through your chest—straight through your armor, your sternum, your heart. You didn’t scream. Just looked at him with shock before collapsing, twitching, dead before you hit the ground.

Then came the second. Faster, louder, more chaotic. You zipped through the ruins of Paris, leaving a trail of ruin in your wake. Laughing like it was all a game. Mark followed the tremors in your wake, catching you in the middle of caving in another skyscraper. He tried again to plead, his voice hoarse. But you grinned, eyes crazed, and rushed him. He ducked and weaved, only narrowly avoiding a flurry of lightning-fast punches. When he finally got a grip on you, he grabbed you by the back of your head and with a brutal roar, slammed your skull straight into the concrete. Once, twice—until your mask shattered and the back of your head caved in like glass. You went limp in his grip.

The third version didn’t talk. You moved like a ghost—silent, emotionless, long hair tied back, your eyes locked on him with surgical focus. You didn’t smile. You didn’t scream. Just attacked, a blur of calculated strikes. Mark barely kept up. You were fast, sharper than the others. But one mistake—a mistimed kick—gave Mark the opening he needed. He caught your leg, twisted hard, and drove you into the ground. Then, in one motion, he lifted you back up and snapped your spine over his knee like a twig. The crack echoed across the street before your body dropped, twitching once, then going still.

The fourth was different. Omni-Mark’s version of you—serious, silent, precise. Your hits came without warning, almost mathematical in their rhythm. Mark barely had time to block them. You didn’t banter, didn’t taunt, didn’t waste energy. He respected that—until you tried to end him with a straight shot to the throat. He caught your arm, twisted it behind your back, then kicked you hard in the chest. As you stumbled back, Mark shot into the sky with you in a tight grip, rising higher and higher until the clouds swallowed you both. Then he let go. He watched you fall. You didn’t scream. Didn’t flail. You hit the Earth seconds later with a sound like thunder. And didn’t move again.

Next was the fifth. Shiesty Mark’s version. Arrogant, fast-talking, cocky. You danced around him, smirking, mocking him with every step. “C’mon, Golden Boy. You look tired already.” You zipped in and out, tagging him with punches, but never enough to do real damage. Just enough to piss him off. But Mark had learned by now. He waited, baited you into a feint—and when you went for the kill, he caught your face with one perfectly placed fist. The impact crushed your cheekbone, then your nose, then your skull. Your body dropped in a heap, twitching like a puppet with its strings cut.

Then came the sixth—mohawked, armored, and mean. You were strong, but speed was still your weapon, and you used it with relentless aggression. You barreled into Mark with enough force to collapse the side of a building. He pushed back, every second of the fight a brutal clash of precision and sheer force. You landed hit after hit, keeping him pinned, never letting up. But you slipped. Just once. Mark caught your arm, twisted, and hurled you into the shell of a half-fallen skyscraper. The entire top section came down with you inside. Concrete and steel crushed your body beneath the weight. Mark didn’t see you emerge.

The final one was the worst. Sinister Mark’s version. You were quiet, but there was something in your voice when you spoke—like you knew him. Like you remembered. “You're tired,” you said, almost gently, before disappearing into a blur of afterimages. You didn’t fight like the others. You played with time, weaving around him, dragging him into a blur of motion, a warped strobe of lights and colors. Mark chased you through the skyline, through abandoned highways, through lightning itself. You were too fast. Then everything slowed down. Or maybe everything sped up. The air warped. Space twisted. And you were gone—vanished into some endless corridor of light, swallowed by your own speed. The Speed Force, maybe. Mark would never know. But you didn’t come back.

And just like that, it was over.

By the fourth day, with the last of your variants defeated or dead, Mark stood alone among craters and corpses. The city was broken. The sky was grey. And when he finally saw you—his you—safe, real, still alive, he couldn’t help it.

He grabbed you. Pulled you into his chest. Hands trembling. Breath shaking.

He had killed you fifteen times. Fast, deadly, and unrelenting—you in every form. But this one? This one held him back. This one clutched his shirt just as tightly. And God help him… he was thankful. So, so thankful.

[smallestapplin]

I love you so much, can I request hc’s of g1 Rumble and Frenzy being smitten for the same minibot, maybe have reader be one of Blaster’s cassettes too (like the protective dad he is even tho all his ‘kids’ are grown) thank you

:0!! My first Rumble and Frenzy request! Ohh I hope this is good! (Totally didn’t make myself simp.)

Nearly 2,000 words, I may have gotten lost in the sauce

Reader is gn!

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* Truthfully they are easy and they refuse to admit that to anyone! You were just another one of Blaster’s annoyances, and they were ready to wipe the floor with you until they…didn’t, they failed miserably despite out numbering you, and you clapped back at them, mocking and taunting them into attacking so easily. They hated it, hated it so much as they ended up in a pile, Rumble tossed upon Frenzy and the two laying there groaning.

“You know, you two are cute when you’re not running your intakes.” It was nothing more than a backhanded compliment, so why did your annoying chuckle make their sparks thrum?

* and you do it every time too, a sweet chuckle here, maybe a condescending coo at them there, you even kissed their cheeks after throwing them through trees! They are moving up in the world.

* Rumble is the first to even admit it, he likes you he likes you a lot. You’re calm when fighting but your sass makes him swoon. Even he will admit when you throw insults at Skywarp he’s laughing the loudest and piling on them, which usually gives you a chance to escape the situation. Also the first to (accidentally) defend you when any other con insults you.

 

    “Ay’ you watch yer intake, dweeb! Just cause ya got yer aft beat by a bot less than your size is a skill issue on your part!”

* somehow it completely goes over majority of the cons helms what he really meant by that, thinking it was more out of minimech solidarity. But no, Rumble is smitten, so much so he can barely even fight with you, he throws ever match he has with you because the second your servos are on him he’s blushing and melting, even when you throw him into a cliff side he’s still love struck.

* He tries though! He wants to make it look believable, he wants to look cool for you and strong that he can’t be pushed around, and oh wow you’re glaring at him fiercely wow you’re really handsome and pretty-oh and there he goes, right into the ground.

* Rumble is a mess, he thinks he looks so cool when he yells out “Looking for trouble? Well look no further, cause here comes Rumble!” And is decked in an instant.

* He tries a few pick up lines when your fists cross paths, but he stumbles over his words and mixes up the order of them, but at least it gets a laugh out of you, so that’s a win for him!

* Frenzy is the exact opposite, when your fist collides with his face busting his dermas and his nose, he’s looking back at you with a wild gleam from his visor, and a dangerous sounding scratch from rewinding his tape, and in a flash he’s on you. He wants you to beat him, he wants you to fight him, he wants both of you to prove yourselves here and now! It’s only once you finally pin him, straddled on top of him, both of you ex-venting harshly and covered in spilt energon, does he pause for a moment, wondering if this is what those humans meant by angels as you look divine above him.

* “C’mon, you can hit harder than ‘dat! Yeah, yeah that’s it, give me all you got, doll!”

* Once he realizes his spark is thrumming loudly, he will ruin it by wriggling his servos free just to grab your hips with a smug smirk.

    

  “Lookin’ good like this, you ain’t too bad for an autonoob.”

You swear he is drooling, but you weren’t sticking around to find out.

* The two minicons make it their mission to find you in every battle, both just needing to see you! But it makes it easier to clock their little crush on you, the first to notice is Eject, he saw you off in the distance across the battlefield with Frenzy on your tail and Rumble ready to jump you from your blind spot, and he wasn’t about to let that happen. Once close enough he could hear them.

“What happened to all ‘dat fire you had? Ya know, yer’ kinda cute like ‘dis.”

“Frag off, let me go!”

“Easy, we ain’t gonna hurt ya’.”

Their tones were soft, bordering gentle for them, playful, as if talking to someone close and not the enemy, and oh Eject was NOT going to let that fly!

* Once you were freed from being pinned, Eject did not hesitate reporting back to Blaster, the larger mech already treating his cassettes as if his own sparklings despite working under him, the moment he heard of Eject’s findings he was already picking you up and making sure you were safe, even going as far as to take you to the medbay to ensure no trackers or anything was planted on you.

* When you got the clear, Blaster informed your brothers you were to never be alone with those menaces, they clearly took fighting a different way than intended and he was not risking anyone’s spark and safety because of them.

*

Frenzy and Rumble rant to each other about it too, “it’s always some loser comin’ in and keepin’ ‘em from us!” 

“Ta the scrap yard with ‘em! Those bozos keepin’ our sweetspark on a tighter leash just aint fair.”

* everytime they get close to you, Ramhorn plows right into them, or Steeljaw jumps in front of you, hissing wildly and taking bites out of them. But Rumble and Frenzy would much rather those two than Rewind and Eject, once those two get in the way it goes from a basic fight to an all out brawl as your fellow minibots are just as protective over you as Blaster is, and they make it known quickly the two minicons aren’t welcomed near you. It's the worst the two cons have ever ended up injured, but even as Soundwave frets over them, they look more determined than ever to win your spark.

* Even if you are on the enemy side, there is just a pull they feel for you, something about you just keeps dragging them to you, they can’t seem to let go of these festering feelings for you. It becomes clear something is up with them with how bad they are at hiding stuff, but Soundwave doesn’t have time to question them yet.

* It’s the same song and dance, until after one battle a prisoner is brought back to the Decepticon base, you. Seeing you being dangled by your pede, held up but a laughing Starscream nearly makes them rage, but they can’t, for once they feel stuck as they watch you thrash and spew curses at the laughing seeker.

* In that moment you were a prisoner, a bargaining chip to be used against the autobots. Tossed into a holding cell until Megatron was finished with his debriefing with Soundwave and Shockwave. With one look to each other, they knew what they needed to do.

“Great, it’s you two. Visiting hours are over.” You groan out, trying to remain strong as you narrowed your optics at them.

Rumble stands by the door frame leading outside, peering around the corner to make sure the coast was clear just before closing the door. You watch, expression slowly growing more confused as Frenzy opens your cell door and the two minicons rush to your side. You squeak as Frenzy manhandles you forward, showing more of your back and exposing your cuffed servos to Rumble.

“H-hey, what are you doing?”

“Hush,” Frenzy starts, “we’re gettin’ you outta here.”

You blink behind your visor, staring dumbly at the red and black minicon.

“You’re…helping me?”

“Well, tryin’, stupid slaggin’ stasis cuffs always a pain and for what?” Rumble grumbles under his breath.

You can’t stop the soft laugh that leaves you, enjoying his suffering just a little, until all three of you perked up at the sound of the cuffs unlocking and dropping to the floor below. Frenzy lets go of you, no longer needing to balance you, but offers a servo to help you up, which you hesitate in taking, but do so anywhere.

“Why are you two helping me?”

Rumble chokes on nothing, swifty looking away from you even if his cheeks flush a dark blue.

“A-ain’t fer nothin’! Don’t even worry about it, yer thinkin’ too hard about it.”

“Yeah, what this dork said. But stop talkin’ and start movin’ sweetspark!” Frenzy grabs your arm and yanks you along, making you stumble behind him with Rumble trailing right after you.

“Hey, hey! Easy with ‘em.”

“Either ‘dat or we stick around and get caught.”

You can’t fathom why they are helping you escape, you don’t understand what benefit this would give them when one slip up could lead to them getting in trouble, but you are grateful even if you are a little suspicious of them.

You reach blindly behind you, grabbing Rumble’s servo, and pull your arm back to hold Frenzy’s sero, giving both of them a gentle squeeze in a silent ‘thank you.’

Not even seeing the deep blush on Frenzy’s face plate as he scowls, or the fanning motion Rumble gives himself as his internal fans kick on and his frame slowly becomes covered in coolant out of nerves.

You feel bad for leaving when you three finally make it to the edge of the con base, where you can see Autobots slowly coming closer. Your commlink ringing to life as Blaster has been trying to comm you for ages now, but thanks to the cons base you never got them.

Looking back at the two minicons who are ushering you to go before it’s too late, you offer them a soft smile.

“Thank you both, I really owe you one after this.”

“Howzabout a date then?” Frenzy purrs, laughs at the shocked look on your (and Rumbles) face plate.

“A-a date?”

“Don’t listen to him! You ain’t gotta, Frenz here is just a-“

“What am I, huh? Go on, spit it out, you coward!”

The two begin to argue, getting in each other’s faces with so many swears you didn’t think half of them existed until then, but you can’t help but laugh, they are so oddly cute? So pathetic but it’s endearing? Your laugh catches them off guard, making them stop in their fighting.

“Ya know, maybe I will accept that date, if you can beat me next time we fight, that is.”

You’re rushing off and answering your comm before they can answer, leaving them dumbstruck and intakes agap. Slowly they look at each other before holding servos and shierking that it actually worked???? Hello???? Oh my primus they have made it in life????

* Blaster sobs that you’re alive and okay the second you answer your commlink, and the moment you are in his sights the larger bot is over you, picking you up with great care while your brothers pop up from his chassis and each of them checking on you.

* You’re fine, more than fine! But maybe you shouldn’t tell them that, you don’t think they’d be very pleased to hear you’ve fallen in love with the enemy, two of them in fact, and both the minicons to your boss’s rival.

*  But you can dream, can’t you? Your spark thrums when you see the two next, it’s hard not to when they look so excited at the sight of you. You have to bite back a chuckle watching them fight each other or trip over themselves to get to you first.

* These simps will do anything and everything for your attention, dont test that.

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

More Random Headcanons About The TWST Cast As Kids

Reminder that I write these as if y'all have read my other HCs LMAO /lh if something seems off, it's probably because it has to do with my headcanons overlapping- I've linked a few for context if anyone would like them ^^. No TW, and please no chapter 7 spoilers ^^

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Heartslaybul

Riddle used to really badly want a key collection. Something something about hearing that every door is leading to an opportunity you can unlock if you work for it. Took it too literal as a little kid. Still thinks antique keys are cool as fuck

Trey used to have a fascination with ants because his mom was able to smell them, and of course, growing up in a bakery they would have been a bit of a concern. So sometimes he would just go and sit and watch an ant hill for hours, claiming that he was making sure none were getting in the shop but uh he was really just watching them

Despite his own accent, and the one his mum made him use, Cater would pick up other people's accent like a sponge when he was little; thankfully little kids thought it was cool, not that he was trying to offend them (haha also a psychological survival trait to try and blend in as quickly as possible in a new environment and since we know he moved around a lot---) (lol I actually forgot to make a post about this I've only yapped about it on DC)

Deuce used to love blowing and getting raspberries when he was little because he could feel them rather than hear them

When Ace was Little Little he stuck a toy cat up his nose, followed by a firetruck, followed by a fireman. Yes it took a hospital visit. Yes this is based on a clip I saw from house m.d Yes it was his brother who took him, shut up

Savannaclaw

Leona desensitized his hands when he was younger because his coping mechanism for frustration was physical training. He wanted to be the best general the royal army ever had and if he could feel no pain in his hands like his great great grandpa he would achieve that goal, at least in his mind. (He would fist fight trees basically, after he was done his basic training with the current general)

Ruggie didn't speak to anyone except his grandma until he was about 5/6 years old; mostly because he had been taught that listening is less likely to get you in the bad sort of trouble than talking would, especially in the neighbourhood he grew up in

Jack used to sleep on his dad's tail, to the point he COULDN'T fall asleep unless he was hugging his dad's tail. Luckily his dad doesn't get excited too easily but this lasted until he was about 7 years old

Octavinelle

Azul loved getting ready with his mum in the morning, and before she had to go to work. He would often come to her with like a strand of seaweed or clams or coral so she could give him a cute hairstyle. He wouldn't be caught dead wearing them to school unfortunately, but he loved those moments with his mom.

Floyd used to collect shark teeth off the sea floor, at least. for a short time. After The Incident he decided to collect sand dollars instead to slide under Jade's 'door' while he was recovering

Jade first liked mushrooms because he thought the tops of them looked a little bit like sand dollars :) but also once he recovered he started collecting shark teeth from the sea floor and made a knife out of one as a silent thank you to Floyd - not because he thought he needed it, but just because it looked cool

Scarabia

Kalim used to have a horrible skin picking and nail biting habit; not out of anxiety but pure boredom from living under highly protected circumstances for a little while (also iykyk what this lead to)

Jamil had a mild allergy to mango, but still ate it anyways because he thought the tingly feeling was normal for mango.

Pomefiore

Vil used to make his barbies their own outfits; he would request fabric scraps from his designers to do so so they could match, and often brought a matching barbie with him onto sets and talk shows

Rook had bangs so long they covered his eyes; without having anyone reliable to ask for help, he used to use mud to slick it back out of his face

Epel 'refused' to lose any of his teeth in any other way than by biting an apple. Tooth fell out at school? He kept it a secret until lunch and put the tooth In His Apple. Tooth fell out at home? He would deny it, run to the orchard and grab an apple just to stick his tooth in it. Even now he says he lost all his teeth by biting an apple OTL

Ignihyde

Idia (as an only child) used to make 'potions' out of his moms bathroom supplies BUT they were always organized by use. So skincare products would get mixed together, hair products would get mixed together, dental products would get mixed together because in his mind, when his parents put everything together, it made the product better than it did originally

Ortho used to hide in vents OTL he would unscrew vents (which he did so by stealing his moms multitool on her belt) crawl inside and hold the vent cover in place until he could pop out and scare someone (usually his dad)

Diasomnia

Malleus was really bad at singing, I mean just awful. Like birds are dropping from the sky, magic mirrors want to shatter themselves and Lilia would even make him stop by offering him ice cream :skull: he did get voice lessons, but he was very huffy about them because he 'didnt need to get better if he was already the best'

Lilia as a teen would make dolls for fae orphans, but never told anybody about it out of embarrassment

Silver would often fall asleep with an animal he somehow managed to smuggle into the cabin from outside. If Lilia ever tried to take it, (even for the benefit of the animal), Silver would pull the biggest saddest puppy dog eyes you ever did see and Lilia had no military training for that OTL

Sebek used to eat his food by twisting his head and shaking his arms in opposite directions to tear it apart because of Croco instincts (can't deathroll, can try though).

Faculty

Crowley once got his entire fist stuck in his mouth

All of the cats Trein had growing up were named after famous religious figures that he grew up with

Crewel used to restore cars a lot, before he picked up his more glam style. His first car was a 1972 Chevy Nova that he managed to buy and soupe up after working two summer jobs since he was 14.

Vargas had a highschool sweetheart that he never got the chance to confess to. He still has the love letter in a shoebox somewhere. (hopeless romantic Vargas is so canon to me guys you don't understand)

Sam has never lost a card game since he was 9. His dad used to show him allllll the ways to cheat and fudge the deck in his favour, but also developed his skill. As of right now he's also banned from the local casino

Others

Che'nya was legally missing for 48 hours as a child because he went invisible, and decided the back of an unmarked van and a bunch of weird dudes acting strangely was paw-fect for an adventure. He ended up making them think their house was haunted before finding his way back home completely unharmed. The police and his parents didn't notice he was home until he asked for help opening a yogurt tube OTL

Jack Hearts had an obsession with learning how to fly, and accidentally incited panic in his parents several times after thinking a pile of leaves would be enough to cushion his jump from the second story of their house.

Falena had a really bad phase of making a popping noise as a stim. It had started off as a joke to mildly annoy Leona but he ended up annoying himself too

Cheka likes wearing his moms heels because he feels really small and thinks he should be taller

Najma had a HUGE sweet tooth. Sometimes, if Jamil could manage it, he would slip desserts from Kalim's testing tray (after he had tested them) to her and promise to learn to make them if she really enjoyed them. Also, unlike her brother, Najma has always been a disaster in the kitchen

Marja used to tap all sorts of trees to make syrups out of them. During the off season for apples, she would make lollipops out of them to sell door to door to neighbours. She was trying to save up for a dog (a border collie specifically)

Mama Shroud used to go scuba diving regularly (she's sooo Aussie in my head) and wanted to become a marine biologist before she really discovered engineering; which only happened when she had to think on the fly for one of her friends air tanks malfunctioning.

Papa Shroud loved to annoy his big sister LMAO he loved fake crying to get her in trouble and make her play with him

Ms. Hades (who I HC as Papa Shroud's sister) used to love doing her makeup, and would sometimes wrangle her younger brother into being her guinea pig for new styles

Maleanor used to flirt by asking other noble boys if they wanted to butt heads like rams with her OTL for some reason they all said no…

Baul was in cello lessons when he was little. He hated them. His mother commissioned a piece to have his disgruntled face and little outfit immortalized forever

Rollo used to buy little oils/perfumes so he and his brother could have the same smell on their respective handkerchiefs. His brother's favourite was sandalwood.

OCS

Vizzie loved pomegranates because she thought they made her look like a vampire when she ate them

Xenos used to throw fish at people from under the water when he was bored

Aspen would go up to random people to show them how he was double jointed in the wrists OTL

Danya's comfort item was his late father's ushanka

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[artemisia-black]

Sorry if you've answered this before (im sure you have) but do you think Sirius was a serial dater at school? How do you hc Sirius at school?

I think my over exposure (early in my fandom life) to school shagger/ sex pest Sirius made me really dislike the trope that he dated loads. But also in my analysis of his character, he’s pretty selective about who he spends time with. He’s way more polite than he’s often depicted as, but he also doesn’t suffer fools lightly- so I can’t see him tolerating dating people for the sake of it. I can see him going out on a few dates (with people who he deems clever or interesting) but his friendships would’ve always taken priority over any kind of romantic life.

I do think he was probably widely fancied, but given that Bellatrix literally tries to “trim the family tree” when Tonks marries Remus, I imagine there was a real danger in who he dated. He was related to active Death Eaters, and I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that if he publicly got involved with the wrong person in their eyes, they’d consider an honour killing (for want of a better term) and that would probably make him even more reluctant to date seriously.

At school, I think overall, he was just one of those people who’s effortlessly good at everything, and I do wonder how much jealousy that stirred. Because when someone is that good-looking, people tend to react in one of two extreme ways, either they’re deferential to the point of fawning, or they absolutely hate you. You become an object of projection (Good looks can be as much of a curse as they are a gift).

If you actually asked people for personal stories about going to school with him, most wouldn’t have much beyond, distant politeness or “oh yeah, I saw him break someones nose once.” Because I do think he got into fights. He’s a very physical fighter even in the Ministry battle (literally shoulder slams Dolohov) so I can absolutely see him getting into fist fights especially around the time he leaves his family. And on top of all that, I really don’t see him enjoying being part of the school rumour mill

I know Remus calls him and James “the height of cool,” but these are the same people who had stupid nicknames for each other and spent years as amateur cartographers. Sirius was thought of as cool because he was hot ( I said what I said) because this is a guy who remixed A Christmas Carol and willingly called himself Snuffles, he absolutely had a ridiculous side, we just don’t get to see it because by the time we meet him, he’s been so prison-hardened.

Also he clearly cared about his grades. He expected at least an Outstanding (which is the top grade- was he expecting them to make a new one for him?) and the fact that McGonagall still calls him brilliant when she thinks he’s a mass murderer says a lot. She has no time for people who slack off, so he must have been a good student. I don’t think he was a class clown or a class disrupter-he would never perform for people.

[allfortheslay25]

Hi!!! I love your blog and was wondering if you have any Milo and Warren hcs?

Spoilers for Milo’s Future

The first cordial conversation these two have actually happens at Eden’s (before it is ruined lol)

Like I’ve mentioned before, Milo’s goal while being with the Foxes was to improve their teamwork and help them win a game. One of their team bonding things he suggested was clubbing together so he took them to Eden’s since his family has a history there (and he could house them in the Columbia house which he bought from an old Fox when he was 15)

Wymack allowed the team to go out as long as they stayed in doors and didn’t get into too much trouble. Milo was stuck babysitting the real trouble makers and he unfortunately had a rude awakening that the bartender he met back as a kid (Roland) was not as chill as he thought he was

Warren let the cigarette burn away at the tips of his nails. Christen leaned closer to his knuckles to blow at the cherry end, smirking when he recoiled in disgust.

“You need to smoke it or it’ll die.” Christen said.

Warren stuffed his free hand into the leather confines of his jacket pocket, clenching his fist so hard his scabs split open.

“Disgusting. Let it die.”

Ash stumbled, leaning her weight into Christen as she blew a mouthful of smoke his way. “I’ve been sooooo generous. We’ve been so generous. You don’t want to let your lungs stay a virgin forever, babe, it’s embarrassing.”

The striker had been nothing but a nuisance to Warren since he moved to the states. Intoxicated and naked, she preferred to press his buttons and rob him of his anger management progress. But Ash was scum and Warren found hanging out with someone like her made him feel better about himself, as horrible as it was. He felt indebted to her after knocking her out of last year’s season. Warren looked down at the cigarette between her fingers. It was hard to tell the arm had ever been broken at all.

When her hands reached for his face, he moved his arm up, stopping her in her tracks. Christen pulled them back, far enough that Warren would be forced to take three steps forward if he so much as wished to snap their necks.

“My eyes are up here,” Ash cooed.

Warren glanced away from her long throat and scowled at the two oufs.

“Really, though, how do you expect to manage all that crazy without something to take off the edge? Smoking a cigarette is the least dangerous option we’ve offered you.”

Christen jostled her. “I don’t even know why you bothered asking the retard.”

Warren dug his thumbnail through his pointer finger and clenched his teeth so hard he’d be sure to crack his jaw.

Ash grinned and hip checked Christen. “I like him. Big scary European dog. Woof woof.”

Warren curled his lip. He didn’t know how far intoxicated she was but it couldn’t be as hard as their usual routine. He saw Milo empty their pockets before they left.

Just like that, Warren’s body sagged in content. The image of Milo’s beautiful eyes swirled through his brain like crystal waves at the beach. Sometimes, Warren got jealous of the sun, being that the evidence of its kisses freckled his skin every time he saw him. Warren would not insult God by praying for the man, but he begged his forgiveness every night for he knew who he’d see in his dreams. Such a twisted form of fate to introduce him to someone so addicting. It wasn’t right. Warren was sure you’d have to first taste something for it to control you so, yet here he stood, poisoned with no antidote for heartache. Oh, Warren wanted so deeply it burned. It will burn. The devil smirks at me now.

“Hey!”

Warren startles, his fist coming out of his pocket but then he sees the eye of the sea and stops. Milo was a sight to behold. He’d demanded everyone dress their best for this night out, as if it were a requirement for entry at this so-called ‘Eden’. Warren had allowed Ash to dress him and in turn, he’d lent Christen a few things. But Milo had surely tricked him. The man must be planning Warren’s murder, why else distract him with a flash of his gorgeous and freckled abdomen. So many freckles.

Milo stomped over to the blonde mooncalves. Christen once again pulled them away, far from where the young Minyard-Josten could smell their deceit.

“You two! Get back inside!” He shouted.

Christen and Ash moved faster than Warren thought possible, hiding the cigarette and Ash’s positively large pupils. Milo chased them to the back door of the club, a breathtaking view as the moonlight earned her turn to caress his face in her light. Warren swallowed the lump in his throat or maybe the Lord holds his tongue as punishment for his unfathomable lust.

“Don’t ruin the night for everyone! You both know Coach said to stay indoors!” Milo hisses at their backs.

He huffed, shoulders going down as he muttered something venomous under his breath. Warren’s face flushed at the intrusive idea that Milo ought to shout at him instead. Don’t waste your words on the air or the piss covered concrete. Cuss at me. Spit the poison at me, burn me with your glare. Warren vaguely recognized the heat from the cigarette threatening at the first knuckle of his finger. It wasn’t enough to bring him out of his longing. Milo’s teal coat emphasized the color in his irises, but paled in comparison to the makeup he asked the Captain to frame around his eyes after Barry David called him a slur. Warren had begun to realize Milo lived to spite others. He wore makeup to spite David, sung in the locker rooms to press the men’s buttons, trimmed his hair because Ash said long hair was more attractive on him, and pressed his chest against Warren’s just because he stole the ball from him during scrimmages. And if Warren found more ways to knock over Milo’s stick, just to feel the idea of Milo’s heartbeat against his own—

“Oh, Warren…” Milo noticed him, awkwardly dropping his tensed fists behind him.

Warren was too dumbfounded to speak. He bit his tongue to prevent it from getting him in trouble. Despite what the team thought, he wasn’t slow. English wasn’t easy, he found it hard to form a sentence that wasn’t as vulgar as he learned from the Sharks back in France. They taught him all the bad words first, then worse things so he’d follow along during their threats. But English, Greek, nor French—none of their vocabularies held the words Milo deserved to hear. However, this was his chance was it not? Couldn’t he start fresh? Couldn’t he apologize? He hadn’t ruined it all just yet. Milo isn’t like the rest. He closes the distance with Warren everytime they speak, he stands too close, closer than anyone on the team had the courage to. He could close the distance. He didn’t need Milo to hold him or fall in love with him. Warren was okay watching from the sidelines, listening to his voice was enough. Let me watch as you play exy with the kind of fire that devastates our earth, let me listen to you ramble on about anything. I’ll hang on to every word like clothes on a line or a painting on a wall. Just say yes.

Milo smiled, as if he heard Warren’s thoughts.

“Having fun?” He asked.

Warren bit down harder. He shrugged in lieu of an answer.

Milo glanced down at his cigarette. Warren was about to crush the offending stick until Milo leaned closer, taking a deep breath and giving Warren a soft look. “Sorry,” he said bashfully, “the smell reminds me of simpler times. It’s nice.”

“Do you smoke?” Warren blurted.

Milo paused, maybe not expecting Warren to speak at all.

“No… I can’t. But it’s a nice reminder that things hadn’t always been so bad.” He gives the cigarette one last gentle look before shrugging off the wall. “I’d better go back inside, make sure everyone is safe.”

Warren watched him go, because it’d be cruel to force him to stay. He looked down at the cigarette still holding on between his crooked fingers and brought it to his lips.

This is what the sketches looked like from three years ago lol

I would’ve added the rest of the scene (I wrote it three years ago) but the post was getting too long. Anyways, unfortunately the night ends when Milo is really put off by Roland (who’s been flirting with him since he found out who he was) so he’s trying to get his foxes to leave. Ashely refuses and is just doing drugs and chatting up some dude. Warren, pent up from the anger Chris and Ash stacked on him all night, went to civilly bring her to the cars. Ash badmouths him and comments on his mothers and his hard on for Milo (which is a joke since no one knows he’s crushing) so Warren snaps and breaks her jaw on the counter of the bar. They’re kicked out of Eden’s and Milo has to get them to the ER

Warren ruined his development with Milo who begins to be cautious around him now, keeping Warren at arms length and worst of all, Warren watched Milo’s hands tremble as he dialed coach on the way there.

[midnightfiction143]

ilyt

kinich x g!n reader, established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, sfw, slight ooc kinich cus I'm still getting used to his character, not proofread as usual

a/n: well this is something.. stayed up til 2 to write what was supposed to be a quick one-shot that I would edit in the morning hahah. mostly testing the waters to see if people prefer hcs or fics. also I kinda wanna change the font so it's not boring but I'm a bit lazy.. enjoy ig?

“and don’t even deny it, i can see the look in your face when you’re weighing your ”cost” of a decision. god, you have it on your face right now!” you exclaimed, narrowing your eyes at him.

it was true - even at the very moment, in the middle of an argument, kinich’s face was scrunched up, eyebrows furrowing as he weighed the consequences if he argued back with you.

kinich sighed. “y/n. let’s not do this now, please. i’m tired and you’re tired - we should do this when we both have a clear head.”

you suppressed a groan of anger and stared at him accusingly, eyes spilling with annoyance. “no, i want to do this now. i’m sick and tired of running away from this conversation that you keep pushing back! do not blame this on just me being tired!”

kinich’s fist curled up in irritation. he was trying really hard to not lash out at you - nothing good would come out from that except for both of you getting hurt. his restraint was like a rope slowly fraying in the middle, waiting to be broken at any time.

instead, he placed his gaze on the floor so he wouldn’t have to see your face at the moment, and gritted his teeth. “y/n, you’re angry but it’s not-”

“stop stalling, for god’s sake! did you even hear me when i sa-”

the rope snapped.

he looked up at you with a piercing glare that radiated fury. startled, you cut off midway through your sentence, jaw still hanging wide open. a wave of nervousness quickly washed over you. kinich had never stared at you like this before, ever. you were too used to the small, affectionate gazes when he saw you smile or do something silly. no, this couldn’t be kinich. he wouldn’t st-

“no, y/n, I have been listening. if you don’t like that, then just leave.” he hissed.

you tried to tell him, despite the rising, underlying fear of your own boyfriend. “no, wait, but-”

if your throat didn’t close up at that exact moment, you wouldn’t have heard the words muttered under his breath as he stared back down at the floor again.

“i wish you’d just go already. you’ve been an nuisance from the start anyway.”

you froze. you could already feel the hot tears pricking at your face near the start of the argument, but now they spilled out, ruining your makeup and you had to bite your lip to refrain yourself from sobbing in front of him right then and there.

where did this come from? what happened to your loving and subtly caring boyfriend, kinich? you felt guilty now, you wanted to say sorry that you shouted out at him and started this whol- no, that’s what he wants you to do. then he wins.

so you swallowed down your apologies and forced your head downwards, not daring to meet his gaze. “fine.” you barely choked out, and clenched your fists as you stormed off to your (unfortunately) shared bedroom.

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the door creaked open slowly, and you could feel him shuffling in before gently closing it again.

“..hey.”

you were curled up on the bed, hugging your knees, and kinich could tell you had been crying. he moved over to just behind you, placing a tentative hand on your shoulder.

“y/n.. i’m sorry for all the things I said. I didn’t mean them.. it was- I was just frustrated in the moment, and.. I definitely shouldn’t have said the last part, i’m sorry. i’m.. not so good with words, but know that i’m speaking the truth when I say you mean a lot to me. i’m so lucky to have you in my life. I want you to know that I love you.”

there was silence after that. kinich paused, worried he said the wrong thing.

“i’m here for you, if you need me.”

the dam holding in all your tears broke.

you turned around, tears welling in your eyes, and flung your arms around him. kinich, although a little startled by the abruptness, wrapped his arms around your body warmly. you sniffed, blinking out tears as you pressed against him. “i love you too, kinich. it’s not all your fault - I shouldn’t have bursted out at you. you were right, I was tired, but I didn’t want to admit it just because of my pride.”

kinich rested his hand on your back, patting it softly. “it’s okay..”

you looked up at him, and he almost wanted to laugh. the contrast between his face and yours with tears staining, red eyes and nose and messy hair was.. kind of adorable. you spotted the small curve upwards on his lips and smacked him lightly. “stop it, i was tryna have a serious moment for once!”

you could feel him smiling as he pressed his lips gently against yours. “yeah, yeah, love you too.”

[mihii-i]

hey hey, I saw your post about Mizu and I'm going to make a request of a oneshot, feel free to not do it if you want (my english is terrible i hope you understand)

It would be a modern AU where Mizu is in a "relationship" with the reader, but they both want to take the relationship further, become girlfriends or something like that, it could have an NSFW beginning if it fits with what you're writing.

I would also really like to see your hcs for a modern Mizu, but maybe that can be in another post 💕

juxtaposed.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, mostly sfw tho, female reader, afab reader, fingering kinda idk bro, situationship sorta??? fluff, slight angst, modern au, GIRLS KISSING OH NO, sitationship, wuh luh wuh, i have no warnings for this so im just gonna lose my shit over this gorgeous woman, this is worse than my furina obsession fyi yes your welcome for letting you guys experience this, might change my blog name to mizu’s wife instead lol, support my endeavors, the way I licked my phone when I saw her, not proofread.

A/N: OPEN THE FLOODGATESSSSSSSSSS AAAAAAAAAAA I’m so sorry whenever I rewatch bes I have the worst fucking mizu obsession and I plan on letting the whole world know about this one cause GOOD LORD HOW DID I NOT THIRST OVER HER EVERY SECOND THE FIRST TIME I WATCHED. Anyway I love her sm u guys don’t understand like I started eating my pillow 🕯️

Shallow gasps flowed out of your lips in a sudden jerk as the ridge of Mizu’s fingers nudged against your insides gently, her knuckles that were pressed against your cunt decorated with glossy heaps of your juices. Chest heaving, you could only take in your mind swirling with the rush of ecstasy that clouded every fucked our crevice of your mind, heaps of the bedsheets bundled in your fists as your eyes traced over the woman breathing heavily above you with her head lowered.

For quite some time, the two of you found yourselves drawn to each other, your own thoughts constantly racing with every aching second you spent near Mizu without holding her in some way. You couldn’t help the maelstrom of your vivid imagination racing through your mind each time you lost yourself in those icy blue eyes, utterly transfixed on the thought of her hands roaming your figure—the set goal being not to leave a single spot on you untouched.

Of course, you had always found yourself strangely attracted to her in a way apart from your carnal desires screaming within you. There you lay on the couch whenever she wasn’t in the dorm, every fiber in your body craving her arms hemmed around your waist behind you, nose buried in the crook of your neck as she would only respond to any remark of yours with a low hum. To put it simply, any action of hers, whether it was ravaging you like an untamed beast or ghosting her nails along your back to hold you close—all of them made your knees weak, chest fluttering at mental image alone.

Despite the euphoric waves that washed over you in the midst of your sexual passion, it was clear that nothing could amount to how your heart thudded in your chest at the thought of pouring out your heart and soul to her, spilling out every last drop of affection you had for this woman. Silence would frequent your reactions outside of the dorm however, typically not speaking to one another in public.

Although you wouldn’t admit such vulnerable expressions, you couldn’t help but feel a sting of sorrow whenever Mizu’s shoulder grazed past yours, acting as if you were nothing but a shadow of a human being. Sure, she opened up quite a bit around you in private, even then you acknowledged that she wasn’t a huge fan of public affection nor interaction in general. Yet you couldn’t help the burning sensation coiling within you, paired with the longing desire to scream out everything you felt until your voice went hoarse.

You knew the truth perceived in your head however. You knew with a shining clarity, clearer than the fresh water descended from the sky, of a truth that drilled a hole in your chest at the mere prospect. Her unrequited feelings should be of no importance to you, yet you could never comprehend the brimming tears that rolled down your cheeks whenever you were alone with this realization. At this point, you would sell your entire soul just to love her past this caged sexual situationship, silently longing for her love like a damned beggar.

It was of no use, was it?

Cautiously, you elevated your body off of the bed upon being able to catch your breath, gaze still fixated on her lowered head. You swallowed thickly at the sight of Mizu’s face locked onto dampened sheets below her, eyes empty as her breath didn’t seem to even out after a while. Her demeanor nearly made her seem unapproachable, of course anyone who was this stoic and menacing appearance wise would repel anyone close by, so saying it was surprising wouldn’t be a the best choice of words.

“Mizu…?”

She didn’t respond.

Your blood ran cold with each lingering breath that hung in the air as Mizu’s gaze hadn’t once rose to meet yours, her ragged pants becoming more and more prevalent in the ghastly silence enveloped the two of you. You felt your stomach uncomfortably churn as you gazed upon her, skin flushed and hair spilling along her shoulders. Finally, she raised her eyes to meet your gaze.

Her irises bore into you with a piercing glint of an unreadable sense, goosebumps blooming your skin as an uneasy chill trickled down your spine. Mizu’s quiet demeanor only served to accentuate the discomfited flurry racing in your head, your mind scrambling together every possible thing you could’ve done wrong. You looked her up and down nervously, glancing down at the blanket fitted snug over her chest until she finally opened her mouth to break the silence.

“(Name).”

She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth in a pause, her voice slightly shaky. Mizu’s fingers curled around the blanket heaped over her chest, grasping onto it to compose her thoughts. This might be the first time you’ve ever seen her this apprehensive, especially after sex.

“I can’t do this anymore…I don’t want to do this anymore.” She breathed out, swallowing back her usual stoic demeanor to leave herself open to you as she shifted closer, shoulder pressing to yours. Initially, her words formed a lump in your throat with the wrong idea. Did she want to stop? Were you pissing her off? What the hell did you do different this time that she hated? Damn it- what made her snap?

You swallowed back the sob crawling up your throat, threatening to spill out. The intense pulsating sensation in your chest from perturbation juxtaposed the initial throb that resided in your chest from pleasure. Yet you kept your impulsive reaction to yourself, taking in a breath to hear her out as you were sure she wasn’t entirely done with her sentence. To which, you would in fact be right.

“What do you mean by that..?”

“I can’t keep up this whole sex without feelings shit. I can’t keep pretending towards you like this.” She sighed, eyes heavy and clouded with something you could only observe as guilt.

“You have no idea how much I care for you, no idea how much I’d give for you. I think I like you more than just wanting to have sex with you.”

Mizu stated her feelings bluntly, muscles visibly tensing upon articulating her thoughts out loud. She awaited your response, a sour expression on her face to prepare for an inevitable rejection or negative response. Much to her surprise, you felt a strange warmth bubble up within you at her tender words, each string of things she said sparking a feeling rich like velvet.

Your fingertips danced along the defined skin of her cheek, pinky finger slipping below her jawline to caress every bit of her face with nothing but pure adoration. Mizu’s breath hitched at your feather light touch, involuntarily leaning into it-—craving more. Oddly enough, her initial anxiety built up was washed over with an unfamiliar fluffy feeling, a sort of flame ignited within her as your fingers traced the ridges along her face.

Smiling, your eyes roamed over her lithe yet muscular figure, taking in her entrancing beauty as if you were eating her up with your eyes alone. God, she was perfect. You found yourself questioning whether you were enveloped in the grace of a dream right now, blinking twice to affirm that this woman did in fact love you back. You reached over slowly, inching your hand closer and closer to her resting hand before running your palm over the top of her hand and tracing along her knuckles.

Fingers laced in hers, you took in a breath, lips ghosting over her cheek at a dangerously close level. Mizu’s face grew hot from your proximity, strands of hair shrouding the sides of her face to shield her embarrassing expression atleast a little, anticipation piling in her stomach. She leaned on the weight of her arms a little, anything to gain some semblance of stability as her usually stoic self completely crumbled near you in this moment. You hummed softly, drawing your lips back to speak.

“Well…do you wanna try it then?”

She glanced over at you with a puzzled expression, cocking her head.

“Try what?”

“Dating, obviously. I think we could work out honestly, and I’ve been dying to be your girlfriend for a while- you don’t even know.” You admitted, stumbling over your words a little at that last part.

Your heart nearly melted at the sight of the rare, small smile on Mizu’s face that met your statement. It was clear by the look in her eyes that she was genuinely happy. A rare occurrence. Unable to help the affectionate chuckle that left you at her expression, you gently cupped her face on both sides, palms flat against her cheekbones as you pulled her in for a brief kiss against her smooth lips.

Mizu closed her eyes, exhaling at the endearing gesture that ended as quickly as it began. She let out a quiet laugh in response, arm snaking around the curve of your waist as she reclined back into the comfort of the bed, sinking into the plush mattress in bliss. You rested your hand atop the edge of the glass window near the bed, lifting it up to allow a relaxing jet of wind to glide along your face. Falling back into the covers beside her, you draped your arm gently over the edge of her shoulder.

She aimlessly stretched her palm flat against the bedside table, shuffling for her tinted orange glasses situated next to the digital alarm clock. Grasping her hand, you coaxed her to stop her from grabbing her glasses, using your freehand to turn her head towards you.

“Don’t. I want to look into your eyes a bit longer.”

Mizu blinked, before her gaze was consumed by a sort of dreamy appearance that allowed you to get lost in those sky blue eyes, as if you were staring out into the vast ocean itself.

Nothing mattered in this moment. Mizu’s love was more than enough for you to fall back into a trace in her arms.

A/N: um hello I love how this turned out ANYWAY I LIED IM NOT GONNA LEAVE UNTIL 2025 THAT WAS ME BEING DRAMATIC IM BACK BEFORE CHRISTMAS EVEN probably cause im far too obsessed with mizu

Anyway I can’t give a full list of hcs here but here’s one headcanon for modern mizu—I feel like she would get really easily annoyed in public spaces around obnoxious people, like she’d hold herself back from slapping someone in a bar full of drunk boys.

I got so frustrated over my homework I started cussing at it in telugu help

also I might change my blog name from k0yaz to mihi or smn close to that (probably cause it’s literally my nickname and I’m at risk of someone homophobic finding my account if they see k0yaz) SOOOOO if you see a username change ITS STILL ME PLEASE anyway bye love yall im totally normal over this woman is it obvious ngl this fic looks short I hope it’s not pls don’t be short I spent so much time on this.

[unknownati]

iv. ekko x gn!black!reader hcs

a/n: they got me yall.

sorry for whoever followed me for tlou content we'll be having a brief intermission i'll come back to them in a minute js let me get this out my system 😭🙏🏾

warnings/tags: no use of y/n, no mention of reader's features (except for being black, but it's only in a few points 🤷🏾‍♀️ so it can be read otherwise), arcane s2 spoilers (minor), sfw and nsfw hcs, (oral sex, kinks, riding), in some au where everyone is happy and nothing bad ever happened 😊, never proofread we ball 🔥

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sfw:

- i feel like ekko is a bit shy (awkward shy though, not shy-shy...does that make sense) when you first get into a relationship with him, and it's just because he's shocked that he's managed to get with you. at first he's stumbling over words, playing off your compliments, desperately trying to keep eye contact with you but if he does he just keeps smiling because you look so good.

-one time, while riding past you on his hoverboard, you waved at him. he waved back, but even as you walked away his eyes kept following you. if it wasn't for scar warning him at the last second, he would've crashed straight into a wall.

- his cockiness comes later into your relationship, every successful action he does followed by a grin that you roll your eyes at.

-and did y'all see the way he looked at powder in ep. 7? his puppy dog eyes are LETHAL.

-he doesn't even know it either. every time he wants something, he just looks at you with those eyes and murmurs "please, ☆?" you fold so quick.

-(you've tried to learn to resist his eyes as they are what caused you to sprain your ankle in a hoverboarding accident since he begged you to race him. he just wanted to show off, too. he didn't stop apologizing for weeks.)

-he usually doesn't really like people touching his hair. he's fine with the kids doing it from time to time, but in general it's not his favorite thing in the world.

-you, however

-you get a pass because you get it. you know how it feels for your hair to just be like a petting zoo from time to time. you know exactly how to help him care for his hair, so much so that he's stopped doing his own retwists. (not like they stay in for very long, you immediately help him sweat it out 😊)

-he's made a lot of random little things for you, like a small chain necklace with an empty locket. he kind of sucks at wrapping gifts though, so he just handed it to you with a stupid smile while you two were perched at the top of the firelight tree.

-"ekko, this is so cute," you mutter, your bottom lip jutted out in adoration as you inspect the delicately crafted chain. small mistakes here and there, but you loved it.

-he also learned how to sew just so he could make you a bonnet/durag. he even sewed a crude little "e" in the corner of it, and made himself one with your initial in it as well.

-will randomly shadow box you out of no where. it's some form of cuteness aggression or something, because you'll be talking about your day while absent-mindedly twiddling with the hem of your shirt, and suddenly there are fists flying towards you that he knows to never let connect.

-"...ekko, the fuck are you doing?"

-he makes small noises that sound like "shoo" every time his fist flies, watching you stare at him with an unimpressed look.

-saw someone else say this but yeah ekko can't hoop. sorry

-he CANNOT hide his facial expressions. he may tell you one thing, but his face will never lie. if you're out eating and you feed him a bite of your food, you can watch his face contort into one of disgust, so much so that he almost looks offended. upon realizing that he doesn't want to yuck your yum, he'll fix his face into the fakest smile you've ever seen and nod.

-"...ekko, go spit it out."

-you've never seen him reach for a napkin any quicker.

-idk who the arcane universe's michael jackson is but, when he was younger he absolutely learned all the dances.

-probably the biggest softie the world has ever seen. he's very tough in public, but once he closes the door behind you two and climbs into bed with you, he's clinging onto you like a sloth.

-if you like painting your nails, he'll (hesitantly) allow you to paint his nails to match yours.

-(these next few ones are sliiightly for me 🤭)

-loves when you draw on his arms.

-until he can't get whatever marker you used off of his skin in the shower, so now he's walking around looking like a coloring book with little flowers, hearts, and signatures on his arms.

-he hangs up all the drawings you make of him up along his work space. sometimes he forgets one and leaves it on his desk, so it's a pleasant surprise to find a drawing of himself among scattered and disorganized papers while he was cleaning up.

-has gotten used to you randomly biting him. you'll come up behind him while he's working, and he already knows it's coming when you rest your chin on his exposed shoulder. 2 seconds later, your teeth are sinking into his skin. he just chuckles, but he does ask once.

-"why do you do that?"

-"oh, i dunno. i just like doing it. 's how you know i like you."

nsfw (very brief i'm sorry):

-praise kink. you couldn't tell me otherwise

-loves giving praise, loves receiving praise.

-when he's giving you head, he almost does it for his own pleasure. feeling your hand rub against his undercut while you whine and mutter "fuuuck, ekko, you're so good. don't stop please" is all he needs

-and i'm glad we've all agreed he's a thigh guy too 🙌🏾

-and IK we say this about every fictional man but HE WHIMPERS.

-he starts off with groans and grunts, but the closer he gets, the more his voice starts to shake and his words start to become whines.

-he looooves when you ride him holy shit

-looking up at you while your face contorts in pleasure is absolutely on his top 10.

-and if you stare into his eyes while you do it? his soul has left thanks!

-in general he loves eye contact. when you look up at him with his length between your lips, you can see his brain start to short-circuit.

-he's definitely the type to make sure you finish first before he even gets to think about his own pleasure.

-he's usually super sleepy afterwards too, but he refuses to lay down for a second until he makes sure you're all cleaned up and comfortable before he's out cold on your chest.

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[cinny-cinnamon]

Bad Sans HCs! (sorry for late post 😭)

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Nightmare

Oh we BOTH now that this man is possessive, jealous, BUT he sugar daddy approved sooo (sprinkle, sprinkle? 🥺)

Buys you anything AND everything. You want to eat at a cafe? He bought the building so he can have private café dates <3 (Horror is the one cooking and stuff there lmao)

He LOOOVEEESSSS you but he can NOT physically say it so here; take his money, hun 💵

He doesn’t sleep BUT he does lay down beside you while reading something

He doesn’t normally cook but he CAN bake your favorite desserts <3

Speaking of dessert, when you usually have a bad day, he’s the first to go to you, listen to you, feed you your favorite dessert and hunt down the person who hurt you 😊

Yeahhh… he’s REALLY protective of you

Speaking of protectiveness, whenever you hangout with a friend, he usually has an arm wrapped around your waist (or shoulder if you’re more comfortable with that)

Moreover, if someone hits on you, he WILL hit them (with his fist <3)

Killer

I say this with the most respect i have… THIS MAN IS THE CLINGIEST MF YOU’VE EVER KNOWN CAUSE DAMN THIS MAN DON’T KNOW HOW TO LEAVE YOU ALONE

He’s like a puppy. a very big oversized childish immature puppy with issues but you love him so you don’t care 🤷‍♀️

Speaking of his personality if a man even LOOKS at you in any weird way he gonna be like stab first ask questions later

Lovessss to kiss you anywhere and everywhere and a BIGGG fan of PDA

Despite his reputation of being a flirt, he’s really loyal to you and holds on to you like a child holding their favorite toy

Speaking of clinginess, he LOVESS to cuddle you and be big spoon (it feeds his ego to be bug spoon)

Along with the topic of his ego, despite his cockiness and arrogance, he’s kinda insecure about himself sooo sometimes you gotta reassure him you’d never cheat on him or leave him

Dust

You chose the traumatized one??? Interesting… (are you ok? 😭)

Like no judging cause I get it but… HE’S PROBABLY THE MOST MESSED UP OF THE GROUP 😭

But I feel like he would make an amazing listener so if you ever need to rant then just go to him (if it’s about someone who hurt you then he do a little ✨ stab-e-stab✨

Reading time with him is sooooo fun. He’ll probably either have you lay on his lap while he reads or him lay on your lap when he wants to nap

Late night convos with him ✨

Likes to make you a nice warm hot drink for reading

If you’re the one having a mental breakdown, he will listen, talk, cuddle and love you all the way through it.

Horror

hubby material

I love myself a man who can cook ngl

He knows how to cook? he tall and big? he sweet and precious in private? WIFE/HUSBAND/MARRY ME UP RN-

He gives like hamster vibes in private but in public… people are looking at ya’ll and be like “Is she being held hostage or smthng?” (you are being held hostage… WILLINGLY 😫)

He loves to cook for you anytime any day. Sudden midnight craving? Midnight cookies. Bad day at work and you’re starving? Your favorite comfort food! :3

This man is so attentive to your needs and wants its gonna make me cry-

Cross

my tsundere radar is TINGLING (TSUNDERE ALERT 🚨 TSUNDERE ALERT 🚨 HAND WITH CAUTION AND STUBBORNESS)

He tries to be the non chalant guy but as soon as he saw you he was like (o*｡_｡)o

Luckily you like him back (no matter how many times he ‘rejects’ you) so you just keep on bothering him <3

Although he probably lets you do things he won’t let others do to him like call him pet names, maybe a lil kiss, and holding hands

Remember: No matter what he says, he loves you so much

Also when people ask if ya’ll are dating he’ll say no and try to shrug it off, but when someone is flirting with you, oh HELL no. Protection Mode on

Error

Two tsunderes in a row?! Damn-

Well pretty much the same with Cross but with more ego and cockiness

He crochets you stuff too btw (maybe something like a cute lil plushie that says “you’re stupid”)

Althoughhhh he loves it when you share hot cocoa with him <3

Also he gets annoyed easily and probably won’t try to touch you because he’s haepephobic (fear of being touched) (idk how to spell that word)

Anyway that’s all, bye! <3

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[lady-ashfade]

I’m your soulmate.

Day 21 of celebration marathon

Yan!percy Jackson x soulmate reader

-♡ ask: So, I've had this on my mind since I read Percy × Reader as soulmates. Can you do something where the Reader doesn't care about rejection? She's unfazed by Percy rejecting her.(And maybe a bit of Percy being jealous? Perhaps even a bit Yandere.)

-♡ words: 823

-♡ warnings: yandere behavior, rejection, reader being unbothered, percy being a toxic, hc’s, soulmate au.

in all honesty you never cared about soulmates and if you had one. some people had soulmate, some didn’t and that was the way things were and you couldn’t care. the thought did cross your mind and if you happen to have one but you weren’t waiting around for them, you focused on yourself and the moment. plus, being a half-blood meant you had more things to worry about then love.

so your trained all you could to be prepared for anything life had to throw at you. you made friends, you had family now and a place that welcomed you with open arms.

If anyone were to ask around about you, everyone would say how chill and non caring you were about things. it was like life had little grasp on you for doubts and fears. when you started training it didn’t matter how many times you failed because you just got up and smiled then tried again.

percy talked to you before he found out you were his soulmate. you helped train him at the start. you didn’t care about gossip and rumors about him or anyone. he swears when you spoke you sounded so carefree and he admired you. though, he didn’t know you well. he was too caught up in saving the world and realizing his feels for annabeth to think about you much.

but the moment he looked into your eyes when the truth came out he couldn’t seem to feel the way the world wanted him too. he wasn’t one that liked being told what he should do or feel. but what caught him off guard was your lack of sadness when he told you that he wasn’t going to be with you. and that he liked annabeth.

“I get it dude, soulmates aren’t my thing either.” You nod understanding and patted his shoulder. “No hard feelings Jackson.” And you walked off.

that moment played in his head more then it should have, he spent day and night with the image of you walking away from him so easily. and then he started to notice you around more and how you smiled, or how beautiful you were, he seemed to slowly forget about annabeth. how could he when he constantly thought of you?

while he was thinking of you, you still remained carefree and didn’t seem affected by what happened one bit. you treated him like normal, you hung around your siblings and friends, and he realized how little he must mean to you.

percy’s sudden feelings for you turned into something deeper and darker in his chest. he followed you around without mentioning it. you wanted to train? cool, he’ll be a few feet away from you. no matter what he needed to watch over you. when you laughed he tried to pick up on what caused it so he could make you laugh. and over all, he started to get jealous of anyone around you.

he had to stay away but here they are, taking advantage of you?

the final straw was how you excepted a flower from a boy from another cabin and smiled at him. the boy was pathetic to try steal his soulmate away from him. you did look stunning but no one should be able to look at you without thinking of him, your soulmate!

with his hands balled in a fist he walked over to the both of you and grabbed you by the arm without saying anything. his grip was harsh and his face was flared with anger and you tried to keep up with him but he didn’t stop. a few minutes later, of you screaming at him and trying to stop, you both were alone in the woods and he could talk to you now.

“What is wrong with you?” For the first time he saw you angry and something in him was proud to gain your attention even if it was bad. “I would’ve come with you if you asked nicely like a normal person.” you ran your hands over the area he pulled you from.

“We need to talk about how you’ve been acting,” that caught your attention quickly, “you are acting like you don’t have a soulmate at all! Like I mean nothing to you.” he shouts and you wonder if he was hearing himself.

“Because you are in love with annabeth. You said you didn’t want us to be a thing, and I respected that. Sorry percy if I don’t die over this type of thing, but you made your choice.”

“I don’t love her, I love you! You have been in my mind for weeks and you can’t spare even a glance.” His voice gets stronger as he starts to step towards you. something about him makes you want to walk away from him.

“You belong to me wether you like it, and i wouldn’t let anyone take you away from me.”

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[shira-cosmic-star]

hello! i hope you're doing well 🫶

may I request hcs with vagastrom + Lyca, Jin, Jiro x short s/o please?

i hope I'm not disturbing you 🙏

thank you 😊

Too short to handle

Tags: Fluff, Gender Neutral, Comedy, Romance, Slice of life, Supernatural, and Tokyo debunker headcanons 

Characters: Leo Kurosagi, Sho Haizono, Alan Mido, Lyca Colt, JIn Kamurai, and Jiro Kirisaki. 

Warning: None 

Word count: 2,811

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Leo:

Mc was in their own room when they decided to decorate it. After saving enough money to buy a few small things. A poster, LED lights, their favorite color window curtains and small room decorations. Though, there is a small problem. They can’t react the places they want too. It also doesn’t help that they only have a step latter and still couldn’t reach. 

Frustrated, they huffed and pouted. “How on earth can I hang this up if I can’t reach!” They stated, angrily. Then, a small “ding” chimed. It was their phone, they placed the item in their hands, right on the bed. Picking up their phone. It was a text from Leo. He needed them so he can use his stigma. MC groaned, “Do you need me now? I’m kind of busy.” 

“Yes, hurry up!” Leo eagerly told them. Leo and MC have been dating for a short while. How? Well, a lot of patience and understand from both parts. Both have their flaws, their moments, and all. Leo, often more than MC. But, after learning why he is the way he is. MC have gotten a better understanding of Leo. Leo, for MC’s sake, had to learn how to break a few bad habits. He’s still learning, but he’s trying.  

As MC heads over to him. They couldn’t help, but flashback to how their relationship was in the past before they started dating.  

[Flashback] 

“I can’t stand you.” MC told Leo, through tears and their fist balled up. MC have had enough. The mean words, the disgusted face he makes towards them, and now, the lies about MC being his romantic partner. They saw a lot of mean comments of their appearance. How they can’t be worthy enough to stand next him. Or even close to him. It was getting to MC. They have stormed into Vagastrom to tell Leo off. Leo, being Leo brushed it off and told them that they should be grateful that others are jealous of them. Even told Mc that it was just a few trolls, they can handle it.  

Although, what Leo wasn’t expecting was them to tell him off. It actually struck him hard when MC said that. It stuck with him for a while, he actually felt bad. So, he went to make it up to MC. That is when MC began to see another side of him. So, from that point they started to get closer and closer. Of course, MC confessed first. But we all know Leo felt the same way. 

[Flashback ended] 

“What are you dozing off about?” Now sitting on the couch together. Leo looked over to his lover. They have been quiet almost the entire time. 

“Hm? Oh, just how our relationship was in the past before dating.” They told him while holding a smile. They gently rubbed their thumb on the back of his hand. 

“You’re not still mad at me, are you?” He scrunched his face. “I said I was sorry...” Leo then began to pout. 

“I’m not mad, it just something a kind of cherished now. We started off basically enemies to lovers!” MC excitedly worded. 

“Stop reading those kinds of books. They are getting to your head.” Leo told them, MC ignores him and laughs. 

“By the way, you said you were busy earlier. What were you doing?” He looks at MC with his eyes curious as a cat. He was growing bored and spy on Alan got nowhere. 

“I bought a few things for my room. But I can’t reach the places I want...” MC sighed frustratedly. He begins to give them a cheeky smile. More like a devilish smirk. Leo began to laugh lightly. “Because your short~” He teased them. This caused MC to glare at him while pouting. 

“Well excuse me mister, I can’t help it!” Both have now begun to lightly bicker. Leo grabs their hand and pulls them back to MC’s room. He lays down on their bed and plays on his phone. MC, on the other hand went back to placing the lights on their wall. Leo watched; he wore a small smile as he watched them struggled. He then, takes a short video of them. He’ll post it later, but his lover needs help. So, he gets up, takes the lights and hangs in up for them. Leo was standing behind them. When Mc turns around to face him. Leo leans down to steal a kiss. 

“You’re so cute~” He whispers in their ear.  ———————————————————

Sho: 

MC were horribly known to be clumsy. MC’s boyfriend Sho seen it too. He couldn’t help but find it cute. Not only were they clumsy; they were also short. Sho saw they height differences. MC was about 5 something or shorter. Meanwhile, he was a walking 6ft tall. When they held hands, he noticed how small MC’s hands were compared to his. How their arm bend while walking and holding hands with him. When they do the dishes in his truck or kitchen in Vagastorm; he noticed how small they looked. Often, he would place things out of reach. Only to see them reach for it or beg him for help. Some would say it's a power thing. When it’s only because he wants to see them pout cutely as they ask him for help. 

On this day, it was for the same reason. They have woken up in the morning and have planned to make breakfast. It’s going to be pancakes, toast, eggs and bacon. As Sho tells MC the items they need. MC sets off to grab each one. Only problem is, the flour is too high for them to reach. They stretch their arm out to reach but couldn’t. Then they tried again on their tippy toes. No luck, discouraged, they begun to feel annoyed and frustrated.  

They looked over to Sho. His back was turned to them as he sets out the things. He needs to make the food. Mc walks over to him and tugs on his apron lightly.  

“Huh? What up?” He asked, he fought back the grin. Sho knew what they needed but played it off. Mc looks up towards him and held a sulked look. 

“I tried reaching for the flour. But I can’t, it’s too far up...” They pointed to the flour on the high shelf. Sho chuckled and rubbed their head.  

“Don’t worry, I’ll grab it.” He got the flour and sets down on the counter table. After mixing all of the ingredients for the pancakes. Sho asked them to pour small amounts of the onto the pan. While MC was focused on not spilling it. He had come up behind them to help them. His chest pressed against the back of their head, his hands completely covering theirs, and his arms easily reached around them. To Mc, it was like Sho was one giant teddy bear. Though, he wasn’t buffy like Alan. He was still showing off his well-toned muscles. 

It made them feel safe and warm. So, Mc leaned against him, resting their head on his chest. They felt him chuckled, Mc looked up towards him and Sho had leaned down to kiss them. 

This caused them to blush, using their sleeve to hide their blush from him. 

“Too cute to handle” Sho told himself.  ——————————————————-

Alan: 

It took a while for Alan and MC to make it official. Alan is an awkward giant, who is extremely strong. His height alone is enough to intimated just about anyone. Now, that he has a romantic partner. He starts to realize how tiny they were when standing next to him or in front of him. It wasn’t like he noticed that much when he first met them. He towers over most people on campus. Yet, when he pays a lot of attention to his lover. Alan couldn’t help but feel more protective over them.  

Physical touch was hard on Alan. He craved to touch his partner. Not in a sexual intimate way. More in a romantic intimate way. One time they compared hands with one another. MC asked if it would be okay to compare sizes. Confused and cautious, he slowly gave them his hand. MC lay his hand on their thigh with the back of his hand faced down. MC then placed their hand on top of his. Their hand felt soft and soothe compared to his rough working hand. Alan, admired their hand as Mc takes their thumb, gently rubs his palm. They giggled and placed their other thumb on his palm. Both, gently and slowly massaging his palm. 

“Hehehe, I’ll need both to massage your hand.” They told him as they looked into his eyes. Their touch was delicate as a warm embrace. Every time they held hands. His heart beats faster, his face grew warm, and his hands began to feel wet with sweat.  

That’s not the only time his heart beats faster. When they first cuddled together, after watching a movie. They rested next to him with their head on his chest. His arms gently wrapped around them was they snuggled closer to him. In his eyes, it was like a child cuddling next to their favorite giant teddy bear. Alan smiled at the silly, but cute idea. Before his tiredness catches up to him. He whispers softly to MC, “I love you,” and pressed a tender kiss on the crown of their head, then fall into a peaceful slumber.  ——————————————————

Jin:

MC and Jin have a special type of relationship. This isn’t the typical, shy MC with a cold king type of man. No, these two bicker and tease a lot. What about? Mc’s height and of course MC insults Jin back. Jin loves to tease his partner. It was always about that cute and flustered face they make. Once MC was tasked to reach something from a high shelf. They were asked to get it for Tohma. Jin, so happens to be walking by to see his lover. Up on their tippy toes, trying to reach the book. 

“Need help?” Jin asked as he leans again the wall with his arms crossed. MC looked back over their shoulder to see their boyfriend smirking at them. This irked them, annoyed by that handsomely smirk. They huffed and told him no. 

Jin watched as they struggled to reach the book. MC as stubborn and hot headed as they can be. They started to use the bottom shelf as a stool or latter. They placed their foot on the next one to climb higher. Jin tsked and walked towards them. “Idiot, get down from there.” 

“Almost got it.” They stated as their arm stretched to reach for the book. The shelf began to shake as they move higher and higher to reach. When they got close to grabbing the book. Jin had physically picked them up and set them onto the floor. He grabbed the book for them.  

“Tsk, don’t do that again.” He told them sternly. As he holds out the book to them. He gently bops them in the head with the book.

MC pouted and complained, Jin tsked again and rolled his eyes. Once Mc stopped, the room was quiet, they then walked close to Jin, grabbing him by his tie and pulled him down. Gently placing a sweet kiss on the cheek. Once they were finished, they quickly ran to Tohma to give him the book. 

“Tsk, Idiot you couldn’t give me an actual kiss.” He smirked with his cheeks slightly red.

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Lyca: 

Lyca isn’t good with human like things. Mainly because he doesn’t understand them. So, to help him understand more. MC decided to show him movies. They were slice of life type of movies. Whenever he had questions, MC would answer. Though, when it comes to romance movies. Lyca was completely lost. Why would anyone do that kind of stuff? The kissing, hugging, holding hands, dancing in the rain, piggyback rides, sleeping next to one another and etc. He didn’t get it; he was told to keep distant from girls. Not because they gross or awful. It's not like cooties were a real thing. Though, he probably believes in them.  

“Because they are making memories Lyca. Sweet and intimate things are often memorizing. They make feel light and free when you are with the right one. They can also make you feel safe. Many people want to feel that way. Loved, cared, admired, protected, safe and warm. Or maybe they want someone who understands them. Someone to be their ride or die. There’re many forms of love, many ways to express it. Maybe one day when you find the one, you’ll get it.” 

Little did Mc know, he knows he found the one, it was them. After watching the movies, Lyca would ask them if they can act out certain scenes. The dancing in the rain, hugging, holding hands, and piggyback rides. 

It started with dancing in the rain. It was at Jabberwock, Towa made it rain but it wasn’t thundering. So, he asked them to dance like in the movies. He was blunt, but shy about it. But they danced, MC taking the lead by slowly moving around while holding his hand and waist. Then it was the piggyback rides. Since MC was tiny compared to him. That makes them lighter to hold. So, they jumped on his back and ran with them on his back. They laughed as his playfully twirl and jumped around. Then they held hand while watching a movie. This time it was a scary movie. They cuddled closely to his side as a scary scene played. One arm wrapped around them easily. Lyca noticed how tiny their hand is, he smiled without them knowing. Pulling them closer to him as if he was protecting them from the scary monster on the screen. 

 Once MC stayed over and Lyca handed a shirt to them. It was his shirt. They put on the shirt and walked out of the bathroom to show him. The shirt swallowed them. It was huge on them, but he found it endearing. As time goes by, they began to act more as a couple. MC shared deep feelings for Lyca, but Lyca fell for them harder. He wanted to act out more of these scenes. But as a real couple.

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Jiro: 

When Mc was with Jiro.  In this case, they got hurt. While sniffling and pouting they walked up to Jiro and asked for help. Jiro set them down on the table and pulled one of their knee length socks down to uncover the scrap. They had accidently slipped outside and cut their knee on the cement pathway. It had rained prior to that day. So, there he was to prevent germs and dirt from infecting the wound. As they sat on the table. Jiro grabbed the cotton swab, water, carbon peroxide and a band-aid. He bends down to their knee and began to clean the dirt off first. Then he took the cotton swab and dabbed it with the peroxide. He gently soothes them and told them that it’ll sting a bit. 

He began to place the cotton swab on their knee to kill all infection and germs. Once he was finish, he placed a band aid on it. He remains on the ground bent down to their knee. He spoke quietly to them. Telling them that they are okay now. Jiro then picks them up and set them down on the floor. MC has calmed down from the pain. Jiro turns around to grab a sucker for them. Unfortunately, this caused Jiro to elbow them on the forehead. They groan in pain as Jiro didn't realize he what he had done. He heard them groan. But thought it was something else. He turns around and finds them holding their forehead. 

“What’s wrong? Headache?” He asked. MC glared at him as they tell him. 

“You elbowed me in the forehead.” They explained. 

“Oh, sorry about that.” He hands them the sucker and picks them up in his arm. 

“J-Jiro! What are you doing?” They were shocked by his action. He lightly chuckled as he brings them into a kiss to make it up to them. Due to the height differences, it is easier for him to pick them up to give them a kiss. That way, he wouldn’t open up any of his scars when he bends down.  Plus, he gets to see them all red when he picks them up. But when he kisses them, he can feel them melt in his arms. It was a sight to see in his eyes. His cute little lover, sweetly moved by him. 

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(unedited)

So sorry this took me a long time. I know I said was going to post this last week. But when I got to the last 3. I couldn't write for them because I didn't want to write the same thing over and over again. So. I was really struggling with ideas. I do, however hoped this is good enough for you all. Please leave a like, comment, or reblog this. Reblogging posts helps a lot. Thank you kindly for your love and support.

[gihun-the-troubled-twink]

moot please do you have any sangihun hcs im actually going insane over them rn thtis isnt funny anymore my sister literally asked me why i was banging my fist on the table aggressively 🙏

IM GLAAAAAAD YOU ASKED/ref (im so sorry)

Okay so here we go (i hope you’re okay with a few nsfw ones but thats not all there is)

Gihun was actually the first person Sangwoo came out to. However, he didnt do it directly, and Gihun didnt get it. The conversation went more like “Hyung, i think i prefer being with men than i do women, what should i do?” And Gihun was like “Ah, Sangwoo-yah, its okay to like men’s company more, you’re a boy, youre supposed to be friends with boys” and then Sangwoo nodded and never brought it up again because then he realized if he explained he would eventually admit his feelings for Gihun.

Sangwoo wanted to be a dad and pictured his future as being married with Gihun in a blue state in America with one or two adopted kids, and a nice house that he paid for himself and a job that he wouldve gladly worked himself to death at as long as it meant he could provide for Gihun and their kids

Gihun finds Sangwoo’s confidence in his decisions and thinking hella attractive, and likes to make him think so that he can see the wheels in his head start turning

Gihun felt himself crushing on Sangwoo when they were younger but also pushed it to the side because he actually didnt think Sangwoo felt the same way and that Sangwoo only saw him as a friend, especially since Sangwoo never mentioned anything about it

You know how kids like to rile each other up sometimes? I think they did too when they were younger. Just picking on each other for the dumbest things just for the fuck of it and it didnt stop until they reached adulthood.

Both of them are strong but Gihun can deadlift so Sangwoo will sometimes ask Gihun to pick him up and hold him, either while doing menial tasks like cooking or cleaning, or during freak nasty time

Gihun gives Sangwoo back rubs/massages because Sangwoo can get a little tense at times and Gihun cares about his posture so he tries to ease him up a bit

They both smoke after freak nasty

And that’s all i can crank out of my brain at the moment, i hope you enjoy!

[sexydoffyman]

IT IS I…..

I have RETURNED TO THY WITH ANOTHER REQUEST!!!!!!!! I ALSO LOVED THAT YANDERE KONIG HC I ATE THAT SHIT UPPP HOLY LIKE YALL R SO GOOD WTF

🔥

anyways ignoring my crazy ramblings,,,,,,,,

this time I have dropped on by to request some DRAMA AND TEA, maybe headcanons on ghost, soap, and konig fighting over the m!reader’s love

YOU HAVE CREATIVE LIBERTY, GIVE US MORE HCS PLEASEEEEE and take ur time!!! U CAN MAKE IT SPICY OR NAW BUT I NEED TO SEE THIS

MAYBE SUBTLY FIGHTING OR NOT… I MEAN,,, I MEAN,,,,, YOU CAN ADD MORE PPL IF U WANT…….. I DONT MIND BECAUSE I NEED TO SEE THE TEA UNFOLD

FIGHTING OVER YOU

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genre: romance?

characters: Ghost, Soap, König

A/N: You may have just become my favorite requester.🦑

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Soap and Ghost definitely mock each other. Ghost saying, Soap is a Leprechaun. Soap just says, "Go brush your teeth." in the most British accent.

They are rivals. Both have the same goal.

The mockery is just a "play fight" since they know each other.

With König tho. When he joins the fight over your attention, all hell breaks loose.

He's tall and intimidating, and they don't know him.

Those two stop arguing so fast.

Now, they have a common enemy.

To be honest, any two of them would gladly team up to ruin the third ones attempt to get your attention.

Ghost and Soap would threaten König when they see him eyeing you.

It's not the "Don't touch him, he's mine!" kind of threat. It's the "I will haunt you and everyone you ever cared about down." kind of threat.

It progressed from mocking each other, embarrassing each other, pulling each other away from you to blood on their fists and faces.

They fought like damn animals.

Soap had his face obviously bruised.

Ghost had his balaclava slightly torn.

König broke some of his gear.

They were trying to rip each other to shreds.

All just to get your attention.

Not even Price could've stopped the fight.

They just tired each other out so much they passed out.

Their way of fighting lacked any morals.

Trying to poke each other's eyes out.

Breaking a couple of ribs along the way.

Price was not in the room when they passed out. There were just a couple of new recruits.

All of them didn't dare to get close to them when they saw how brutal they were.

When they got up, they were at each other's throats once again.

Not caring about the injuries they had.

The room cleared, with no one wanting to get caught up in the fight.

Soap was about to throw a punch at König but stopped.

Ghost took that chance, punching him to the ground.

He soon realized why Soap hesitated.

You ran up to the hurdle of tired soldiers.

They all loosened up, releasing anyone from their grip.

"Holy shit, ya'll fucked each other up!" You exclaimed.

Ghost's eyes filled with embarrassment. You could swear he was blushing under that mask.

Soap smiled at you awkwardly, hoping that you didn't lose interest in him because of his brutality.

Königs eyes softened. He felt so relaxed when you talked to them.

You bent down next to them, examining their wounds.

Soap and Ghost were just waiting for you to look at them with disgust. Meanwhile, König was admiring you.

"BUHAHAHA" You laughed at them. "What kind of disagreement made you fight like this?" You wondered giggling.

If only you knew.

The three of them looked behind you, seeing another dude look at you with a smirk.

There, it was decided.

They were gonna work together to make this dude piss his pants.

Now, you have scary dog privileges.

A/N: I can see myself writing p2 of this so feel free to request for this again.

[yournightmary]

i feel like toxic!ellie williams is good for angst or like ex! ellie williams, i luv ur writing !

Toxic!Ellie HCs

content warning:: fem!reader, modern!AU, mentions of being drunk/high, cheating, manipulation i guess? just anything you can expect from toxic!Ellie.

AN:: Lowkey inspired by the song below. (sorry if you have to search up a translation)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who at first seems like a really nice person, maybe even too nice. She makes you feel like your life is a movie for like, the first few months and then everything goes to shit.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who is very much a gaslighter. You saw her hanging out with some girl? No you didn’t. You glanced at her phone when she got a ‘come over;)’ notification from an unsaved number? Babe it’s just some spam shit, you know that.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who forbids you from going out without her, while she goes out alone all the time. Yeah, alone…

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who can cry on command. Every time you guys argue she realizes she’s in the wrong midway through the fight and just starts crying. Not in a bawling her eyes out way, just letting out enough tears for you to feel bad and welcome her back into yours arms.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who texts you that she wants to talk something out only to come over and reek of alcohol, maybe even weed. Probably just falls asleep on your couch and by the time you wake up she’s already gone.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who has called you from jail multiple times, full on begging you to bail her out. You always tell her that ‘it’s the time’ but come on, you know it’s not.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who never forgets about your birthday/anniversary. No matter how much you guys fight (or how many times she cheated on you), she’ll always be standing in front of your door with your favorite flowers. And probably weed so you’ll be at least a little relaxed when you notice the hickeys on her neck.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who always places her phone with the screen facing down. She has you on her wallpaper though, so… that’s a win.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who says that kissing isn’t cheating if she doesn’t love the other person. That only applies to her, of course. If you even try to do something like that she’ll be throwing fists.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who got your name tattooed as an apology. In a really visible place too, maybe on her cheekbone or something like that.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who lets other girls flirt with her just to make you jealous. Definitely gives them her number too.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who is the biggest domesticity hater. No making breakfast with her, no going shopping together, no nothing.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who will always pick you up or drive you no matter what- well, if she isn’t drunk or high. So not that often. She tries though:)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who steals gets you expensive jewelry for your birthday. And as an apology for ghosting you for almost a week straight. Kill two birds with one stone, right?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who loves to call you ‘her girl’, even if she has very serious commitment issues. Honestly, she probably wouldn’t even ask you to be her girlfriend- or give your relationship any kind of label.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ toxic!Ellie who kind of takes you for granted. She knows that no matter what she can always come back to you, even if it results in another screaming match.

I love that song, literally my guilty pleasure.