#red sunflower burst!

[bleedingredridinghood]

[7ndipity]

I was just daydreaming and realized I've never had a bouquet or flowers from anyone, soo...

Could you do them picking flowers to their S.O?

Flowers For Their S/o

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: What types of flowers that the members would get for their S/o

Warnings: none

A/N: Thank you for sending this request! Tbh, I’ve never received flowers either(I’m pretty sure I’d burst into tears if I ever did, lol), so we can just daydream together💐 I hope this is okay!💜

Masterlist

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Jin: Jinnie loves getting you flowers, whether it’s for your 3 month anniversary or just a random Tuesday, he just loves how happy they make you! He usually goes for something classic like pink roses or tulips, tho, he definitely likes to splurge on bigger, more elaborate bouquets for special occasions.

Yoongi: Yoongi always gets you daisies, doesn’t matter what type of bouquet it is, there’s always some type of daisies peeking out the mix at you. If you ever ask why, he’ll admit it’s bc you mentioned them once on your first date, and now everytime he sees them, he thinks of you.

Hobi: Bc it’s Hobi, my brain immediately went to sunflowers, but I actually think he would get you smth like dahlias or peonies. Expect them every week for the foreseeable future tho, bc he plans to make up for any bouquets that you’ve missed out on in the past.

Namjoon: I could see Joon trying to be clever and getting you a potted plant instead so that it (hopefully)doesn’t die in a week like cut flowers do, but sometimes his sentimental side gets the best of him and he comes home w a bright mixed bouquet for you.

Jimin: Jimin I think would make a point to find out what your favorite flower is, and then makes sure to always include them in every single bouquet he gets you. I also think he would like simple bouquets of things like carnations, bc they’re so bright and friendly looking.

Taehyung: Tae’s a classic romantic, so he tends to bring you red roses a lot. He’s also a fan of big gestures tho, so don’t be surprised when he sends like 20 bunches of smth bright like daffodils or chrysanthemums to your place whenever you’re sad or he’s traveling.

Jungkook: I think Jk would typically get you different flowers every single time, bc he can never make up his mind and he just likes surprising you, but I think he would especially like getting you a mix of lilies(his birth flower) and whatever your birth flower is.

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[illogicallyx]

thoughts and distractions

content: gojo satoru x fem!reader + established relationship.

warnings: fluff, reader is perched on gojo's lap , uhhh shit ton of grammatical errors i don't have time to fix ig paired with weird and hasty writing ig yeah. i still love this piece lol it feels like a fever dream reading it back

a giggle echoes out in the room.

"what's gotten into you, baby?" satoru closes his eyes as he feels you rub your cheek against him like cats do.

he had been waiting for you to come home from your work. it was his favourite part of the day, waiting for you to come home and have you sit on his lap and ramble on about your day at work. it was common for you to be clingy towards him, he wasn't any better with you either.

but today you were clingier than usual, it was like you were trying to merge into him — not that he minded.

you hadn't even bothered to take off your shoes which were usually the first to go when you came home, making a beeline for his lap the moment you got through the door and started peppering his face with kisses, making his heart soar along with his eyebrows, prompting him to ask the question with an airy laugh.

"i missed you a lot today" a sigh leaves your lips as you voice out the reason for your needy behaviour, hands fisting the white tee he likes to wear around the house.

this was true, there was something about the day that kept making your brain revert back to his blue eyes that reminded you of the sky, his laugh that makes you feel like your heart is bursting from joy whenever you hear it and his overall presence that makes you gravitate towards him like a sunflower follows wherever the sun goes.

"yeah? what did you miss about me?" he hums at you, mouth pressing a kiss to your temple as you close your eyes and simply breathe, body feeling like you'd explode from the love and touch of the man who's currently holding your hips.

your hands travel to the back of his neck, fingers playing with the short hair from his undercut as you try to remember the exact thoughts you kept having as you worked.

a smile breaks out when you hear satoru let out a purring-like sound from his throat when he feels your fingers in his hair, he'd always been sensitive there.

you pull away from the side of his face and press your forehead to his. "well the first thought was about your eyes" you whisper to him, like you are sharing a secret with him. but it's never been a secret, not to him and not to anybody else.

it had always been obvious when your sudden change in favourite colour had drastically and funnily gone from dark red to blue, there was not a single shade of blue that had gone unloved by you when you started loving satoru. you had behaved like it was a crime to get anything that didnt have a dot of blue.

"well duh, everyone and their mother knows how much you love my eyes" satoru replies with an eyeroll that earns him a smack to the back of his head, your pretty lips forming a pout that matches his own now as one of his hands come up to rub where you hit him.

"now you've ruined the mood, get off me" you wiggle around in his lap, half heartedly untangling yourself from him.

"get off you? you're the one laying on top of me" he retorts as he watches you get up with hasty movements, causing some of your hair to fall in front of your face.

you look at him with faux irritation and card your fingers through your own hair, flipping them back and whip around to finally take the awful heels off when you're suddenly being pulled from behind, definitely by the big oaf you call your boyfriend.

satoru laughs a little in your neck when you still resist his hold on you as he gets you back on his lap. a tender kiss to your neck has you melting right back into his chest.

"where you off to, missy? you still have to list your thoughts to me" he says with a smirk. his smirk turns into a fond smile when he hears and feels your laughter as he tickles your side slightly.

his own heart bursting with joy at the sound of laughter of his love, just like yours does with his.

just like it always will.

[small-sinclair]

For you

Obsessed!Bo Sinclair x reader

Tw: mention of blood, gore, Bo being obsessed with reader, mention of him wanted to drink blood, he’s a bit unhealthy, beheading in graphic detail!!!! (Maybe you can read this as I’m being a vampire if you squint?)

Let me know if you want more Obsessed!Bo Sinclair!

When he found you bleeding on the floor and crying in the House of Wax, he felt his heart shatter. He felt as if his world was falling apart because he couldn’t keep you safe.

“You’re hurt,” he whispers silently to himself, pain in his voice. There’s still blood in his hair from the latest kill, but the wild and untamed eyes turned worried and hurt when he sees your leg scrapped. Though it wasn’t it big or major, you still cried from the pain.

He knelt next to you and caressed your cheek. He thumbed away the stray tears that fell, and it felt like acid burning through his skin and bones. “Who did this to you?” He asked gently, his voice mixed in venom and silk. “Who did it?”

You leaned into his touch. “It doesn’t matter—“

“Sweetheart,” he starts, lifting your chin with his hand. “Tell me. Who did this?” You could see blood and red starting to fill his blue eyes. “Point to me where he went.”

You didn’t need to tell him anything as he heard the girl running away screaming from Vincent. He looked at you then at Vincent, and he slowly raised your hand to kiss it. His lips were soft and cracked against your skin. “I’ll be back, my sunflower,” he whispers in your skin. “I promise. Her head will be yours.”

He doesn’t let you say anything else as he stands up and leaves. He’s a hunter, born and raised. The taste of blood and bone will be forever stained in his teeth and tongue.

“She’s mine,” he hissed at Vincent as he walked past him, stealing the dragon-headed knife handle. He knows the girl can’t leave. She’s trap in this maze his mother created.

He’s like a wolf approaching a rabbit as he enters a room. He sees the girl trying to escape, and he only smirks. He loves it when they run and escape. Bo drew closer to her, the knife tight in his hand until his knuckles turned white. Flashes of you crying and bleeding in front of him made his heart burst and boil. The cries from the girl muffled away in his ears and her pleads go unheard. With a mighty shove, he had her on the ground. She coward away from him but he stood over her. He could see her lips moving, but her words didn’t reach him.

The only thing he heard was your broken sobs of pain and the acid tears that touched his skin. You’re his sunflower, his deity, the one he’ll hunt for. He felt like he failed you when he saw you hurt. Your tears and blood stained on his paints. He’s not worthy of your blood. He can’t be. The more he thought about you crying, the more he wanted the girl gone. He didn’t her in town. He didn’t want you to see her ever again.

He raised the knife high and brought it down. He felt the skin and the blade cutting, but it wasn’t fatal. He stabbed again and again, over and over, until she laid barely breathing and tears streaming down her cheeks. He felt the warmth of the blood on his face and smiled like a devil. He twirled the knife with his fingers and brought it over the girl’s throat, cutting it deep. Even when dead, he didn’t stop. He cut deeper and deeper under her head was clean off. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and lifted it high. He tilted his head to the side and examined the girl and her face without a care in his eyes. Bo stood with her head in his hand and walked back where you were.

Vincent was next to you as he helped bandage your leg. He frowns when he saw you, but his smile returns. He felt like a servant bring an offering to a royal as he came closer with the girl’s head hanging from her hair in his hands. He promised to bring you her head, and he was going to keep good. He would carved your name in his skin with a rusty spoon if you ask him— no, command him. You’re his everything, and he’ll serve you until the bitter end. He’d lick your blood off the floor and worship the ground you bled on if it pleases you! The very thought of it made his heart flutter just a bit along with the idea of you letting him taste your blood. He wanted to feel closer to you… he wanted to know how you would tasted.

He stands a couple feet away from you when he falls to his knees. You look over and horror fills your eyes once you see the girl’s lifeless eyes looking at you. You want to scream, but you can’t. You couldn’t.

Bo place the head between you and him as he lowered his head to a bow. “For you,” he says in a low voice. “Her head as promised.”

You can’t speak as you look at the head then back at Bo. He’s done it. He’s gone to far in loving you that it’s become unhealthy. The puppy blue eyes that he flashes, the hearts dancing in his eyes, and the sweet rose petals and daisy voice no longer feels safe. He did this for you.

Just.

For.

You.

Sickness fills you but your eyes roll back and you fell in Vincent’s arms.

[sleepyangelkami]

Would you write John Murphy from the 100?

BOY FROM THE SKY j.murphy

𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT - 2.5K

JOHN MURPHY X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - you and your parents live in a cottage in the woods, what happens when they return from hunting one day with a boy, battered and bruised, claiming he'd fallen from the sky?

 𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - minor blood + gore, (1) use of y/n, shy!reader, acid fog, panic attack, swear word(s), petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

living in the woods wasn't as isolated as it seemed. you rather liked where you lived, the peace in it. besides, you'd never known anything else.

it was just you and your parents, it always bad been. you often had visitors, people from clans all throughout the forest, but they were allies to your family now, peace being served between you all.

your hands brushed against the ceramic plates, wiping them clean when you heard commotion from outside the cottage. your parents had been on a run, hunting for food while you stayed behind. they never trusted you enough to go out by yourself.

you found yourself following the noise but you didn't get far, eyes widening as your father burst open the door, he and your mother supporting a boy from either arm, limp as they dragged him. "what are you doing?" you mumbled, following them as they lifted him towards the bathroom.

blood followed in a trail.

"y/n, get the medical supplies, now." you wasted no time in fleeing the room, hands pushing at drawers until you found the medical supplies you needed. your parents were waiting for you as you passed them the things they needed, stepping back to watch.

you didn't speak to people outside the cabin, that was your parents job but watching him, a new soul standing inside your bathroom was certainly a sight to scare. "come here, put pressure on his stomach with this cloth." you did as your mother told you, gently placing your hands against the white cloth, now stained crimson.

"who... who is he?" your voice croaked, turning to your father who was putting rubbing alcohol in his arm.

"john. murphy. most people just call me murphy, though." your eyes widened as they turned back to the boy. seeing as his eyes were lolled closed and his head was leaning down, you assumed he'd been passed out but he looked back up at you, with low red eyes and a hazy memory. "what's the problem? not a fan of blood?" he could feel your hands shaking against his wound, doing everything in your power not to look down.

thankfully, your mother answered for you, unaware of how your jaw was glued in the one place, unable to move. "she's terrified of it." answering shortly. "i got it." your mother moved your hands away and let her own hands take over.

you stepped backwards, almost tripping over your own two feet. watching the stranger in the bathroom with your parents working on his wounds was enough to make you feel hazy too. "what can i do to help?" you mumbled, voice low and quiet.

murphy decided then that you resembled a flower, not a sunflower or anything so bright, but a delicate one, a white tulip, perhaps. he gave you a funny smile. "don't suppose you guys have coffee, here, do you?"

that was the first time you'd ever met john murphy. he soon became much more than a stranger.

he became sort of like a 'second' as the grounders would call it, to your parents. he did as much as he could to repay them for their kindness. you never really asked him much about himself, squeaking and hiding every chance you got. living out in the forest by yourself for your whole life, you got a little shy.

your parents were hunters but also searching for a better place to live, the cabin only provided so much security. often, they'd leave for weeks at a time leaving you in the cabin alone. they never had to worry though, because you always kept things under control. but this time... you had someone to stay with you, though you could hardly call them a friend if you couldn't look him in the eye.

it was late at night, your parents had only left that morning and you were in the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water. you were dressed in tattered pale blue sleep shorts with a ragged white henley on top.

you were under the impression that you were in the kitchen alone, that was until the door slammed rather harshly. a squeak fell from your lips as you gripped the glass in your hand tighter as to keep it from falling. your wide eyes glanced forward to see murphy, grimacing at the sound. "sorry." he uttered. "i didn't mean to scare you."

you inhaled softly. "you didn't." but your shaking voice and nervous shuffle said otherwise.

murphy still eyed you, unconvinced. he'd made it his job to be extra careful around you. he could tell from your nervous jitters that you were rather shy and the last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable in your own home.

"looks like we had the same idea." he joked, pouring himself a glass of water too.

your eyes nervously looked at him. it was easier to look at him when he wasn't looking at you, and right now his eyes were trained on the rounded kitchen table.

his skin looked less battered and bruised than it did before. the bruises still lingered but the cuts were almost gone. "your wounds look better."

and thank god for that, the sight of his wounds had made you a little on edge. "that mean you can finally look me in the eye now?"

murphy knew as soon as the words left his lips that he shouldn't have said anything. when speaking to you, you adverted your eyes as quickly as you could, never making eye contact. your fingers would fiddle with themselves and you'd dig the tip of your foot into the mud beneath your shoes.

always so nervous.

"sorry." you mumbled, cheeks turning warm. "i'm just..."

"shy?" he practically answered for you, watching you catch your bottom lip between your teeth and nod. "i get it."

your eyes caught to his dark blue ones and you tried to keep your face from getting hot. "goodnight, murphy." setting your glass in the sink and making your way towards the door.

"goodnight, sweetheart." the minute it left his lips, he knew it was too late to take back.

he watched as your cheeks turned to flames and your eyes widened even larger. you quickly scurried out of the room and he bit his lip, rolling his own eyes and wondering how he could be so stupid.

it wasn't as if he hadn't meant to call you such a name. he just wished he'd gotten the chance to be more gentle with it, to ease you into the idea.

you already seemed nervous before, he could only imagine you now.

however, as the sun rose again by morning, you didn't seem to want to leave his side. he was unsure what had changed within the night but he shrugged it off, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"it's nice out today, don't you think?" you see, you'd spent all your time with him all day but you hadn't exactly spoke much. murphy was chopping wood with the spare axe your father always used. he wiped a hand across his forehead and looked up at the blazing sun.

you just nodded silently, glancing around at the pretty flowers that were beginning to bloom. "spring's one of my favourite seasons." you admitted in a low mumble.

murphy's eyes turned to you, watching you at your seat on top of one of the wood logs, swaying your feet back and forth. "yeah? why's that?" using the axe to swing onto another piece of wood. they were already chopped into cylinders but they were too big to fit in the fire place.

"i like the flowers." it was only now that he realised there was a little flower crown sitting in your lap, you were adding the last few daisies. "i think peonies are my favourite but i've never seen one in real life."

most of your life was measured in books and pictures, it wasn't like you had many people to keep you company before, to tell you their own stories. aside from your parents, that is.

"you will." your eyes glanced up, hearing the sincerity in his voice. he'd placed the axe against the ground and picked up the now separated log pieces. "someday."

"how do you know?" you questioned in the sweetest tone he'd ever heard as you connected the flower crown into exactly what it was supposed to be.

the ghost of a smile on your lips was enough to have him do the same.

but the sound of a horn stopped him from answering your question.

a cold fear suddenly fell over you. you knew what the sound of the horn meant.

acid fog.

your wide eyes turned to murphy, standing as you dropped the flower crown onto the log you'd been using as a seat.

"shit." the boy mumbled, dropping the wood against the grass and turning to look at the cabin.

you were too far away from it, you'd never make it in time, the acid fog would get there quicker. "what do we do?" your worried voice caught his ears and he could see pure terror etched to your face, inching closer to him.

"it's okay, it's okay, c'mere." he pushed his hand out, wavering you forward and you merely clutched the hem of your dress between your fingers, eyes looking past the meadow. "c'mere, angel, i've got you."

you were too far from home.

it was one of the main reasons that you hated leaving home. you could never be prepared, not all the way out here.

however, you complied anyway, putting your life's trust in murphy as he suddenly clasped your hand, leading you the opposite way of your home.

"murphy? murphy, where are we going?" he could hear the horror slick in your voice, it was an unusual sound. there never was much emotion in your voice, as if you could only ever mumble.

the sound of you... fearful made his heart lurch. he suddenly wished he could take care of you in any way you needed, make sure you were never put in harms way again.

"'s okay, just follow me, i know a place." he turned behind him, knowing he shouldn't have looked back. he sucked in a breath of air at the sight of the airy yellow fog. "gotta pick up the pace, sweetheart." his voice suddenly panicked.

and you did just that.

murphy was faster, though, leading the way with your hand wrapped in his own. you ran until your calves burned, eyes widening when murphy suddenly stopped. but you didn't question him.

funnily enough, you trusted him.

and your parents must have trusted him too, leaving you alone with him.

he reached down, clearing the ground of leaves and sticks, a metal door was suddenly revealed. you looked at murphy with confusion. you'd lived here your entire life, how did he know more about this place than you did?

nonetheless, he ushered you inside. "there you go, atta girl." allowing you to walk down the narrow ladder and following you less than seconds later.

with no time to waste, the boy grabbed the handle of the door and slammed it shut, allowing the acid fog to travel through the air, passing over the bunker completely.

as your feet hit the ground, you instantly took in the bunker. it wasn't huge though it wasn't necessarily small either.

but you couldn't take notice of the things around, too focused on what was happening outside. your chest heaved, heavy breaths leaving your lips. though it felt like nothing was leaving you, as if you could only breathe in. there was too much inside of you.

your hand grasped at the nape of your neck, feeling all too overwhelmed.

this was the first time in your entire life that acid fog had hit when you were so far away from home.

"hey, hey, hey." murphy seemed to notice your panic. "you're okay, we're safe in here." even though you trusted him, you still couldn't seem to believe. not in him, no, just that anyone like you would get lucky. you hadn't experienced a day of luck in your life. "look at me." your watery eyes turned to him. "you're safe."

and suddenly the boy did something that nobody else had ever really done.

he took you in his arms, and he cradled you, hugging you close.

it took a moment, a beat of silence before your arms could wrap around his own body, a weight suddenly lifted off your shoulders. it was as if by embracing you, he took half of all that worry and knocked it off your shoulders. it didn't heal you completely, sure, but that was magic enough.

your breathing slowed and you felt the boy gently pull away from you, though his palms were still steady on your arms. "okay, angel?" you nodded, avoiding his eye. "good, c'mere."

the boy helped you sit on this mattress that lay in the corner of the room, tattered grey sheet laying on it and a single duvet, covered by a black cover. you glanced around the 'room', boxes and desks, little objects littering around the bunker. "did you stay here?" you questioned, turning to him. "before you found us?"

"for a bit." he shrugged. he was looking at you closely, eyeing you. it wasn't often that you could stare into his eyes and not back down. he wasn't going to give this up. "then i went back to my old group for a while and well, i guess... you saw how that turned out."

briefly, your mind travelled to the day he first came to your home, covered in bruises and blood.

they did that to him?

you weren't so sure, john murphy seemed to have a knack for trouble. but that was simply a question for another day.

the sound of wind gusting from above the bunker caused your eyes to snap up to the ceiling.

"you can relax." he spoke, a gentle hand comforting you against your thigh. the feeling was enough to excite something from you. "we're safe in here."

"okay." but your pitch was high and your voice was wobbly. you were never a good liar.

"hey, you know that flower crown you were making earlier?" you nodded in response, listening to his voice. you knew he was only trying to get you to stop thinking about the wind out there. but you couldn't help it, it appeared to be working. "think you could make me one too?"

"i don' know." you glanced down at your lap, hands fiddling with your own fingers. "they're not very good?"

"are you kidding me?" despite his words, his tone was soft, adoring even. "they're amazing. i need you to make me one."

you couldn't stop the gentle curve of your lips. "yeah?"

"yeah." he grinned, "we can wear them together. you know, like king and queen." he nudged your shoulder causing a giggle to leave your lips. he suddenly noticed you staring. "what?"

"nothing." you huffed out a laugh from behind your grin. "i just... guess i was hoping someone like you would come around and then you just... fell from the sky."

main masterlist/murphy's masterlist

[naomijoestar]

⋆.ೃ JJBA SCENARIOS ࿔*:･

Masterlist here <3

genre: fluff

warnings: drunk reader

characters: giorno, bucciarati, abbacchio, mista, narancia, fugo, trish

notes: F!reader // i love writing stuff like this because usually i take writing very seriously but when it comes to drunk scenarios i can write silliness hehe

Oops! Looks like you had too much to drink and accidentally confessed! How will each passione member react?

Giorno Giovanna

You stumble into the golden-haired Don’s office, slurring out, “Giorno, you… you’re like a… sunflower or something.” You trip over your feet and he catches you just before you crash into his desk. Giorno, with his usual calm demeanor, raises an eyebrow. He’s used to chaos, but he’s definitely not used to tipsy confessions. “A sunflower?” he repeats, amused. He places you gently on a couch, listening to you ramble about his beauty and leadership. He doesn’t say much, but there’s a faint smile on his face. Later, he softly says, “Let’s talk about this when you’re feeling better. But… thank you.”

Post-Confession: He’ll probably bring it up again when you’re sober, teasing you just a little to see if you really meant what you said.

Bruno Bucciarati

You’re all having drinks after a successful mission, and suddenly you blurt out, “Bruno, I love the way you… zip things. So smooth!” Everyone goes silent. Bruno looks at you with a warm smile, trying not to laugh. “Well, I’m glad you appreciate my… zippers.” He pats your head, guiding you to sit back down before you get any more wild ideas. He’s incredibly gentle and would just let you keep talking while making sure you don’t hurt yourself or embarrass yourself too much.

Post-Confession: The next day, he’d check in with you, “So… about those zippers? Or was there something else you wanted to tell me?” with a playful grin.

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio is sitting in the corner with his usual glass of wine, and you stumble up to him, pointing at him accusingly, “Why’re you so… grumpy all the time? I like it! It’s… cute or whatever!” He rolls his eyes, taking a deep sip from his wine glass, pretending he’s not flustered at all. “You’re drunk,” he mutters, but there’s a smirk tugging at his lips. He tries to brush it off like it’s no big deal, but you can tell he’s secretly enjoying the attention. He’s a little softer with you after that, making sure you get some water before you pass out.

Post-Confession: He might act like it never happened, but you’ll notice he’s less harsh on you moving forward—maybe a bit more protective.

Guido Mista

You’re both laughing and joking around when, in the middle of your giggles, you grab his arm and say, “Mista… you’re like… my favorite bullet. I love you!” Mista nearly chokes on his drink, his face going bright red. “H-Huh?! Your favorite bullet?!” He’s totally flustered and doesn’t know what to say at first, but he quickly snaps back into his usual self. “Well, guess that makes me lucky number 7, huh?” He leans into the joke to hide how nervous he is, but he’s secretly thrilled you confessed.

Post-Confession: He’s going to tease you endlessly about this, asking you which bullet you love the most. But he’ll also get a bit more flirtatious, dropping hints that he feels the same.

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia’s just dancing around, being his usual hyper self, when you grab him by the shoulders and shout, “You’re the coolest, Narancia! I love you!” He freezes, eyes wide in shock, before bursting into a huge, goofy grin. “You love me?!” He’s so excited that he doesn’t even process that you’re drunk. He picks you up and spins you around in a fit of joy, totally oblivious to the awkwardness. He’s like, “I love you too!” without thinking twice about it.

Post-Confession: Narancia’s going to remember this for sure, and he’s going to tell everyone about it, probably much to your embarrassment later. But he’ll also be extra sweet with you from now on, even more protective than usual.

Pannacotta Fugo

You stumble up to him, poking his chest. “You’re so… smart and stuff. But you gotta… chill out. I love you, but like… chill.” You slur, swaying a bit. Fugo goes completely red, his mind racing a mile a minute. He’s not great with emotions on a good day, so this is throwing him for a loop. “You’re… you’re drunk,” he stammers, trying to keep his cool. He’ll likely try to steer you toward bed and get you some water, all while avoiding eye contact. Inside, he’s panicking, unsure if he should bring it up later or just pretend it never happened.

Post-Confession: He’ll be super awkward around you for a while, but he’ll also be much more conscious of your feelings, acting softer and more considerate toward you. He might even confess his own feelings down the line.

Trish Una

You approach Trish, swaying a little, and tell her, “You’re so strong and amazing… I think I might love you…” Trish would blink in surprise, not really used to someone confessing to her in such a straightforward way—especially not while they’re drunk. She’d laugh it off, patting your shoulder, “You’ve had too much to drink. But thanks, I guess?” She wouldn’t take it seriously at first, but she’d appreciate the compliment.

Post-Confession: If you were serious, she’d probably want to hear it again when you’re sober and would be cool enough to actually talk it through.

[breadbrobin]

the bet

part two

cedric diggory x reader — harry potter

[fem!best friend reader]

summary: the summer is going well. you’re not in love with cedric, and you’re so gonna win this bet. totally. right?

warnings: quite a lot of swearing, betting/gambling, underage drinking, cringey flirting (PLS i wrote this years ago), GOD they’re so in love it’s stupid, minor character death (sort of???), i think i’m a comedian (i’m not), switched from an x oc story so might have a few mistakes oops, mediocre writing (again i wrote this years ago and this is the worst part i think)

word count: 2.7k

(ok first of all tyyyy for the love on the first part i can’t wait for y’all to read part three! there is just one more part after this and it’s the best one imo)

part one

part three

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The Flowers

Cedric was splayed out on your bed. One of his feet hung off near your head and you was infinitely glad for his quality hygiene.

You were reading the Wizard of Oz again, and he was dutifully drawing something that he refused to show you.

“Okay,” he finally said. “I’m done.”

You finished your page and slipped the bookmark in, turning to him. “Can I see?”

“No, I drew this for you but you’re never allowed to look at it.” he teased, straight faced.

“Never?”

“Never.” He broke into a smile and shoved the sketch pad in your face.

It was a… Well, you weren’t exactly sure what it was. There was some interesting shading, a tuft of what could either be grass or hair and a strange egg shaped blob in the middle.

You hoped your face didn’t show your emotions as you quickly schooled your features into a smile. “It’s great, Ced.”

He had a wide grin plastered on his face as he nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I know. Now turn the page.”

You did as he said and blinked in shock, your jaw dropping. “There is no way you drew this.”

“I’ve been practising.”

“Have you been taking classes from freaking Van Gogh in between Quidditch practise?” you gaped, looking from the sketch of sunflowers and daisies and his beaming face.

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “An artist never reveals his secrets.”

“I think that’s meant to be magician.”

“Same thing.” he waved her off. “Anyway, I know sunflowers are your favourite, and daisies are my favourite. So I combined them.”

“This is honestly incredible.” you gushed.

“Oh, stop it.”

“No, seriously.” You stood up. “Can I put it on my wall?”

“Go for it,” he beamed, somehow even brighter than before.

You gently pulled the page from the pad and ripped a tab of blu-tack off, sticking it to the wall above your desk. Once it was hung, you stepped back to admire it. “Oh!” you gasped. “You need to sign it!”

Cedric stood up and brushed past you, scribbling his signature on the bottom right corner with a small heart. “Happy?”

“Mhm.”

That should have been your second sign.

They stood side by side and admired it for a moment.

Then you broke the silence.

“I can’t draw for shit,” you laughed. “And look at you. Mister Artist himself.”

“Oh, piss off,” he groaned, hugging your shoulders from behind and resting his chin on your head. “You can sing though. I can’t.”

“Liar.” you scoffed, patting his arm. “I’ve heard you sing. Besides, you’re practically perfect at everything you do.”

Just as he was about to respond, Cordelia burst through the lightly shut door, eyes still red and puffy. The two separated. “Lunch is ready.”

“Thanks, Dells,” he nodded. “We’ll be right there.”

As she left, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and led you out. “God, I’m starving.”

“You’re always starving.”

“Very funny.”

The Second Week

As with most summers, you and Cedric spent almost every waking moment in each other’s company.

Unlike most summers, however, you couldn’t chase the thoughts of a certain bet from your mind.

You knew, you knew, that there was nothing to it. That it was just your friends being annoying and messing with you and everything you’d started reading into was just in your head… But, God, was it hard to remember sometimes.

You were mostly worried that he’d find out. Maybe one of your friends would send you a letter mentioning it? (Not that he’d ever read your letters.) What if Liz came for a random visit? Or worse: what if she told her friends, the Weasley twins, and they came for a visit?

You chased your swirling thoughts from your mind as Cedric walked through the front door, performing the mental equivalent of shoving all of the mess in your room into the wardrobe and hoping it closed right.

“Hey,” you smiled, standing up with your bowl of milk that used to hold cereal. “You’re early.”

“It’s eleven o’clock.”

“Yeah, early,” you shrugged, setting the now empty bowl in the sink. “What’s up?”

“Wanna go into town?” he asked, leaning on the counter and gesturing to the fruit bowl.

You tossed him an apple. “Sure. When?”

“Now?”

You sighed heavily, half-joking. “A bit more warning would be nice. Lemme go get changed.”

“Yes!” he cheered through a mouthful of apple. “You’re the best, N/N!”

N/N? You wondered as she jogged up the stairs. Since when am I N/N?

If you’d been listening carefully, you would have heard Cedric bang his head against the kitchen bench.

The town was quiet as always.

A farmer’s market was dying down, most vendors packing their remaining wares and smiling sheepishly at you and Cedric as you wove your way through the stunted stalls. You purchased a fresh bread roll and split it between you as you walked, both surprised that it was still warm.

“You know,” Cedric said after a few minutes of silence as you left the market and strolled along the main street. “We should do this more often.”

You squinted as you looked up at him, the sun assaulting your eyes. “Really?” you asked dryly. “What, burn ourselves to a crisp and get blinded while we’re at it?”

“No, dummy. Do stuff.”

“What? You don’t like doing nothing with me?” you teased.

“No, no, I love doing nothing with you,” he stole a chunk of bread that you’d been eyeing up. “But I also like spending money.”

“I bought the bread. I was the one who spent the money.”

He gasped, as if he didn’t already know. “What? Really?”

“Shut up, Ced,” you smiled, pushing him and stealing the last chunk of bread from the packet.

You were awake uncharacteristically early, so when you knocked on the Diggory’s front door, Cedric looked supremely confused.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked. “Did someone die?”

“No, why would you— You’re an arsehole, you know that?” you pouted.

“Yeah, I know. Come on.”

He led you down the short hallway and into the living area. You sighed contentedly. The Diggory’s house always smelled amazing; a combination of vanilla, coffee and cleaning supplies that somehow worked. Cedric often smelled similar, you realised. The vanilla that clouded the house seemed to hang around him as well. You shook yourself out of it as he began speaking.

“My dad’s gotten obsessed with the TV,” he admitted, nodding towards the man who was watching with a rapt expression. “He doesn’t really understand it, but he’s addicted. He really likes cricket. Probably because he can’t figure out how to change the channel.”

“Oh, I used to play cricket! I love it so much!” you gushed, joining Amos on the couch. “Who’s playing?”

“England and India,” he said distractedly.

“ODI, T20 or test?”

“Test. We’re on Day Two.”

“So England’s batted?”

“Three-thirty-seven.”

“Not bad,” you squinted at the numbers on the screen, showing one-twenty-eight for six.

“I have no idea what you guys are saying,” Cedric cut in, looking blankly between you two.

“We’re talking sport,” Amos said, almost giddily.

You didn’t spare either of them a glance as the English captain went upstairs for a review. “Yeah, get back in the kitchen. Go make us a sandwich.” you teased.

“I thought you were coming to hang out with me,” he almost pouted.

You finally dragged your eyes from the screen. “But… Cricket…”

He shook his head with a smile. “Right, of course. Two sandwiches coming right up.”

The Moment You Knew

The days seemed doomed to repeat. Groundhog day, your mum had called it. So, when you found a way to rid yourself of the monotony of daily life, you took it without a second thought.

“Mum, please!”

“I don’t know…”

“I’ll even get petrol! I’ll… I’ll… I’ll pay for it myself too!”

“Y/N…”

“Mum,” you pleaded. “It’s just me and Ced. It’s a twenty minute drive and I’ll get petrol on the way back. We’ll be back by four and I’ll wear suitable shoes while driving.”

Whitney pursed her lips in thought. Then she sighed. “Fine. Don’t bother getting petrol, I’ll fill up on the way home from work on Monday.”

You squeaked in excitement, hugging your mum tightly. “Thank you! You’re the best! I love you!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Love you too, hun,” she smiled.

True to her word, you did wear suitable shoes. The drive ended up taking around twenty-five minutes, but you supposed your mother couldn’t fault you for driving just under the speed limit all the way there.

There was a secluded lake you’d found out about from an old magazine in your mum’s collection, when you’d been looking for something, anything, to make your days less boring.

“This is awesome,” Cedric breathed as you broke through the treeline and onto the rocky shore of the small lake.

“Yeah,” you sighed contentedly, breathing in the fresh air.

You set up their towels and supplies in the shade of a tree and pulled off your sturdy shoes.

Cedric pulled his shirt over his head. You would be lying if you said your eyes didn’t catch on his muscles.

“Race you in,” he said as you had your own shirt halfway over your head.

“What?” you asked, hearing him run away. “Oh, you prick!”

You tossed your shirt on the ground, followed by your shorts, leaving you in your swim suit, pouting as Cedric splashed around in the cool, blue water.

You stomped over to the water’s edge, frowning down at him. The rock you were standing on was about a metre above the surface, casting a navy shadow over the rippling water. He waded a few metres out from you.

“You coming?” he asked.

“No,” you pouted, folding your arms. “I don’t swim with cheaters.”

He barked a laugh, swimming over to the edge and pulling himself out. Droplets of water hit your skin.

You backed away. “Cedric…”

He took a step closer.

“Don’t you dare, Diggory…”

He tilted his head, grinning widely as he continued to step closer to you. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“Sure, you don’t,” you pointed at him. “Stay back!”

He laughed and pushed off his heels, springing towards you. Before he could reach you, however, you turned tail and ran, feet skimming over the rocks as you raced for the safety of the towels.

You only managed to get a few steps in before he caught you, his cold arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground. He spun around, carrying you back to the edge of the water and tossing you into the lake.

You yelped as the cold water hit you, but remembered to hold your breath, your hair swirling around your face in the water. You heard the telltale sound of him jumping in too and forced yourself up to the surface.

“I hate you!” you gasped, pushing your hair off your forehead. “I hate you so fucking much!”

“Liar!” he retorted, shaking his head and sending water droplets flying everywhere. “You love me.”

You didn’t respond for a moment, treading water and staring at him. “You wish,” you finally uttered.

He just smiled.

The days ticked by much faster than expected. Soon, Cedric was waving his parents off on their week-long trip and then hauling his bags over to your house, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What did you do?” you immediately asked when you were alone.

He closed the door gently before skipping over to the bed in the guest bedroom he was staying in. He sat on it cross-legged, still smiling, and patted the mattress ahead of him.

When you finally sat down, he leaned forward.

“Guess what I bought,” he said.

You waited.

“You’re meant to ask,” he sighed.

“Oh, my bad,” you cleared your throat. “What did you bring, Cedric?”

He didn’t answer, simply reaching down to his backpack and pulling out a bottle of firewhiskey.

“That’s it? Oh, you sweet, sweet child,” you teased. “I have three of those in my room.”

“Sorry, N/N, not all of us are casual rulebreakers,” he sniffed.

You pushed his shoulder. “I’m kidding, Ced. I mean, technically, I’m not, but I do appreciate the sentiment.”

He poked his tongue out at you.

The Night Things Happened

The day started like any other.

You and Cedric usually woke up at vastly different times, so when he woke up, he went for a run, had a shower and ate a light breakfast before going to wake you.

A lot of groaning and a few thrown pillows later, you were standing in the kitchen making pancakes.

As you flipped another one, leading to Cedric cheering as if you’d never done it before, Whitney entered the kitchen.

“Morning, you two,” she greeted, kissing your temple and patting Cedric’s shoulder. “Cords and I are going to that Girl Scouts sleepover tonight, remember? So you’ll have to make dinner yourselves.”

“Yup, we know, Mum,” you said, taking the pancake out of the pan and slapping it onto a plate. “We’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you burning the house down. Remember last time?”

“Mum.” You turned to her grimly. “We don’t talk about last time.”

Whitney raised her hands in surrender. “Right, right. But, on a more serious note. I shouldn’t have to tell you not to invite anyone else over and to be in bed by one, should I? And I won’t come home to drunk teenagers all over my house?”

“Nope, we’ll be all good, Ms Ridge,” Cedric shot her a winning smile.

She pursed her lips jokingly. “Mhm… Alright, I trust you two. I’m going to the shops, need anything?”

“We need more eggs.”

“Eggs, got it.”

The night was when things changed.

After Whitney and Cordelia were gone, at least long enough that it was unlikely they’d turn around and come back, you took your first swig of firewhiskey.

It burned its way down your throat, like it always did. Cedric coughed and sputtered, nearly spitting it mouthful out.

You held back a laugh. “You alright, Golden Boy?”

“Shut up,” he seethed, voice hoarse.

You raised your hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I was just asking.”

You sat and ate the pizza you’d ordered already, taking sips of firewhiskey whenever you felt like it.

You closed your pizza box one slice after Cedric did, placing it on top of his on the coffee table. “You good?”

“Great,” he smiled dopily. It seemed the whiskey was hitting him harder than he was letting on.

You smiled back. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You took a larger swig of whiskey, shaking your head at the strength. “I just wanna point out that if you get sick, I’m not cleaning you up. Got it?”

“Yeah, got it.” He nodded, looking a little bit more put together. “I’d clean you up though. If you got sick.”

You smiled again. “Thanks, Ced.”

The night was going surprisingly well. You’d turned on the TV, both staring, fixated at Friends reruns, leaning heavily on each other. The bottle was half gone and, as the advertisements came on, you each took another swig.

Cedric was looking at you weird.

You straightened up, frowning in confusion. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” he slurred slightly. “You’re just… Fuck, you’re pretty.”

Your heart fluttered. “Oh. So are you.”

He blushed, looking down. “Yeah, I know.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. “Yeah, I bet you do, Goldie.”

“Goldie?”

“Golden Boy. It’s cute.”

“You’re cute.”

“You’re cute.”

“No, you’re cute.”

“You’re cuter.”

“No, you are.”

“You are.”

“You…” he was very close to you now, his grey eyes darting between you eyes and your lips. “You’re very pretty. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you breathed.

“No, I don’t think you know how pretty you are. Like… When you laugh your eyes light up, and… And when you do that thing when you’re thinking… Where your eyebrow twitches… Oh, and that thing you do… The thing when your favourite songs come on and you tap your legs really fast…”

You swallowed tightly as his hand brushed your cheek. His breath smelled of firewhiskey, but you were sure yours did too.

He wasn’t looking at your eyes anymore. “You’re incredible, Y/N. And you deserve to know that.”

“Cedric…” you started.

“Sh…” he cut you off. He was hardly an inch away now. “Don’t talk. Just…”

Friends came back on the TV.

“Just watch Friends with me.” He leaned back, looping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you flush against his side.

You tried with all your might to ignore your pounding heart.

You weren’t sure if you were going to win this bet after all.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Listener threatening to put a baby in them (Seth, Auron, Finn)

(Hc/short story, whichever you'd prefer-)

(IM SO SORRY I DIDNT REALIZE YOU WERENT TAKING REQUESTS WHEN I FIRST SUGGESTED THIS, I GROVEL AT YOUR FEET RED-)

Sir, continue and I'll get you pregnant.

Lol it's fine, I remember seeing this and bursting out laughing. So even when I did see it I had a good laugh.

Idk if this is ooc for Auron but who knows anyways enjoy! :D

EDIT: I MEANT TO DO SIR NOT WORRY WHAT THE FUCK

Looking at your boyfriend you sighed heavily. God hes so fucking hot and it makes you feral. He looks at you and smirks slightly, leaning down to where your head is. His lips ghosting yours, but pulling away at the last second.

"Your so cute." Chuckling, your boyfriend turns away and you grab his arm. Yanking him down you gave him a flirtatious look.

"Im going to put a baby in you, if you continue this." The tone you used was treading serious and joking. It made your boyfriend paused before he....

Seth

Sugar, not if I put on in ya first. Immediately flirts back after pausing for a second.

Leans in and looks you in the eye as he tells you, try it. I dare you.

If you back down he pokes at you saying, no come on sugar, you'd said you would come on now. Dont be shy.

If you match his energy, he flushes a bit as the room gets more heated. Oh there you two go getting freak-

Makes jokes after having sex with many, many rounds. Saying how he'd be like a seahorse if he did get pregnant.

Auron

Pet, did I hear you correctly? In me? Dear, do you even have the stamina for that? Is intrigued by that statement.

He gives a smirk as he challenges you, Auron finds it funny that you said it to him. Why should he get pregnant?

If you back down he's teasing you as your face gets more red. Giving kisses to your neck asking if that was a bluff?

If you dont back down he laughs as you kiss all over his neck and push him down on the mattress. Then the grinding starts and there goes you two....

After he asks if you really were trying, by the way you were thrusting. Very desprate, laughs as you throw a pillow at him.

Finn

HUH? Sunflower that's not even....oh, oh! You mean you'd....um, I would mind trying? Wait is that whorish for me to say-

Hes very flustered hearing that, face goes bright red as you keep serious eye contact making him weak.

If you back down hes whining about how it got him riled up, I mean you should at least help him. Since you did told him you'd get him pregnant.

If you dint back down Finn is really excited as your being rough with him and getting on top. And there goes his clothing and hes moaning-

Afterwards Finn is all tired and is joking when he asks how many you think you fucked in him? Chuckles as you snort and kiss him.

[newkatzkafe2023]

@lara-legomonkiekid

What if Y/N gets jealous of a girl who around Monkey King Or calls him a cutesy Nickname in public.

(Lmk Wukong) He was hanging with Mk and the gang again at Pigsy Noodle shop until he heard your voice from outside.

Monkey Queen (Y/N): Sunflower!!! 🌻

He froze no no you did not just call him that. He turned his head towards MK and the rest who were trying to hide their giggles even Pigsy was fighting off a smile.

Monkey Queen (Y/N): I know you're busy but I want to let you know. I brought more peach chips from the store. I'm gonna put him in a cabinet at home So if you want some stop by my mountain. I still have some errands to run I'll see you later love you sunflower 🌻.

And with that you ran off to the market down the street. As soon as you left, everybody burst out. Laughing hysterically to the point where some of them could even breathe. Wukong's face was so red you would think he was on fire.

Macaque: Sunflower 🌻 huh???😏😏

Sun Wukong: Ok number one shut up an number two when did you even get here?!?!?😡😡😡😡

(Nezha Reborn Wukong) He was at the workshop with Li Yunxiang help with his motorcycle. Until he heard you come in

Monkey Queen (Y/N): Fluffy you Left you toolbox at my house again!

This made him spit out the water He was drinking just now as Li awkwardly stood next to him.

Monkey Queen (Y/N): I'm gonna leave it by the door I have to go to work so I'll see you later.

You then ran off as your running late and need to catch the bus.

Li:.......um😥

(NR Wukong) Breathe a word of this to anyone and I'll kill you myself👿☠️

(MK Reborn Wukong) What was Provoking and fighting some palace guards it's from the emerald temple. He destroyed the massive peach tree.during the He was in the zone of fighting until

Monkey Queen (Y/N): Sourpatch!!! stop fighting those two little girls right now Your trashing the place!!!!!😡😡😡

Everybody in the area froze at the sound of your voice. As a female monkey with snow white Fur and Piercing navy blue Eyes glared into her husband from down below. You then stomped pass Master Tang and down the hall to calm down. Wukong was Not only disrespected but also embarrassed by you once again. That's what he gets for getting worked up over nothing.

Guards: Did she just call us little girls😟😟😟

(HIB Wukong) Since his release from the mountain prison Buddha put him in he had went to try and find you, but the children were asking a billion and one question. As he was getting more and more Irritated a soft voice called out to him

Monkey Queen (Y/N): Ah, grouchy Bun, I thought you were dead. But we both know that's impossible now isn't it😉😉😉

He froze seeing his Wife from across the Field beautiful As the day he left her, but he wasn't fooled by her gentle tone she is Furious with him and he has a lot of making it up to her to Too bad that didn't distract him from the giggling children behind him Something else he was going to have to explain😥😥😥

(Netflix Wukong) He was spending time with Lin bragging about How he recently saved the village from another demon when,

Monkey Queen (Y/N): Ok chestnut that's enough Bragging for today now come home and have dinner with me

Wukong's face lit up a bit before Muttering a yes dear and said bye to Lin trying to block out the Her giggles.

Feel Free to Reblog😇👍

[kitnootkat]

(Sorta) Summer dates ! ... Sunflowers; happiness, cheer hope

bsd masterlist ... TAGLIST HERE

CHARACTERS : Dazai Osamu, Yosano Akiko, Edogawa Ranpo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Dazai Osamu : Beach Date Dazai would be the type to take you on a fun beach date because what's the summer for if not to enjoy the heat by the beach. Of course you both will relax in the sand, play in the water, and get some must needed ice cream, but something you'll also do is explore. Somehow Dazai would coax you into going into the nearby forest to try and find a hidden scenic view of the ocean. Once you both find it, hand in each other, you're amazed by the view but the brunette is amazed by you. "Woah... Dazai this sight is amazing!!" At first you were very reluctant to go with Dazai since wandering in the woods isn't exactly the smartest thing to do, but damn were you so happy he convinced you to do so. The sight of the ocean from atop the rocky cliff was beautiful, it left you speechless.

Turning your head to the side to look at your boyfriend, the look on his face leaves you flushed. He was staring at you so lovingly that if you continued to face him he'd see you as red as a tomato. Oh how much he would tease you. The moment after you turn back to the water, you head a small laugh beside you which causes you to start pouting.

"The view really is amazing isn't it? While his words could have meant the view in front of you, you both knew what it meant: you were the amazing view. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Yosano Akiko : Shopping Date

No matter what anyone says, both you and Yosano can agree that shopping dates are some of the best type of dates. Your girlfriend loves to drag you around to try new clothing styles and seasonal releases. She was absolutely enamored with how you could look oddly good in everything you wore! Of course you can try and say that's only her opinion but she refuses otherwise. You'll stop by at least twelve different stores trying out at minimum three outfits each per-store and neither of you mind it even making a game out of who can make the other look better.

This was the third store that you've been too today and you're determined to win this round of the game. Last store Yosano won and you could not let it happen again! The score is 0-2 already not in your favor so you're going to pull out all the stops and include jewelry in it too. It's not breaking a rule, its a loop hole because she didn't address it!

As you give her the basket, there's a big smile on your face and the thought of "I'll definitely win this!" was repeating itself in your head. When you take the basket of clothes she wanted you to wear, you don't think much of it. But why does the stuff in the basket look familiar? "Ahhh! We're matching!" When both of you walk out of the changing stall it seems you both are wearing almost identical outfits. While you are a bit huffed at this, Yosano is laughing. "It's- oh- this is- really funny oh my goodness. We definitely have to buy these outfits!" Despite trying to keep a pout on your face you cant help but burst into returning giggles. Even if this was most likely a tied round, you think that you've won in another way: another pair of matching outfits and hearing Yosano's joyous laugh.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Edogawa Ranpo : Candy Shop

Dates with Ranpo has turned into a routine if anything, but who says routine dates can’t exist. Every Sunday you both walk to the candy shop by the armed detective agency. As odd as it sounds Ranpo was actually the one who recommended the idea of walking after Kunikida said no to driving you both. Well not so much recommended but dramatically sighed and said quote “Since there’s nothing we can do… I GUESS we can walk. I guess.” While surprised you did agree so every Sunday your dates have been walk with Ranpo to the candy shop down the street then shop for a bit. Unfortunately for you though, for some reason they were out of the chocolates you wanted.  

“Damn it! They’re out of the chocolates I normally get.” Hershey kisses are something many people say that they’re very boring or like Tanizaki says “mid” chocolates but sometimes simple is just best! As you look over the chocolate aisle you mentally pray in your head that you simply just missed the sight of it rather than them actually being sold out. 

“Stop trying to get your hopes up, they're fully out.” Crossing your arms and huffing you turn towards where Ranpo is. The little shit you’re dating is sitting in the shopping cart sucking happily on a lollipop with a smug smile on his face. As you pout at him you grumble out that he could at least help you try and find it. 

“You’re so rude, I was just being honest. Here, have something sweeter.” Raising an eyebrow, you feel your arm get tugged towards Ranpo, body following. Before you can say anything you feel his lips on yours. It’s only a moment before he pulls away but as your face flushes his has a smirk. “See, problem solved.” 

“No it’s not, you would kill me if I did the same thing to you.” “Absolutely because nothing is sweeter than the candy I like”

“Why do I date you” “Because you love me!”

[silent-raven13]

Not saying "I love you" before hang up bf Prank!

Gwen and Pavitr stood around Miles with big grins on their faces: Do it. Do it! -they chanted together-

The two bet Miles to try the prank they saw off of their So-city app. Miles being swayed under peer pressure, he called his man.

*ring ring*

Miles: I'm telling you guys, Hobie isn't going to-

Hobie picks up the phone: Sunflower?

Miles quickly changed the topic to answer his man: Oh hey, bae. I was calling to see if you're coming by later. I'm planning on making pasta.

Hobie grumbles sounding like he woke up from a nap, then he yawns: Um... sure, luv. I can come by.

Miles: Awe, bae. You sound exhausted. Up an all nighter?

Hobie: Yeah, me and my mates also had a concert. I'm tryin' to get as much sleep as I can.

Miles: Oh, bae. If your tired, you don't need to come by.

Hobie: Nah, it's cool. I can come by and sleep over.

Miles chuckles: Yeah, that's true. -he saw Gwen and Pavitr rushing him- Anyway, I have to go since Gwen and Pav need me.

Hobie: Okay, Sunflower. I love you. See you later.

Miles quickly said: Kay, bye. -He hung up-

Gwen chuckles: Hahaha, no way you did that.

Pavitr giggles: OMG he's gonna flip!

Miles saw his Smartphone ringing with his boyfriend's name on it: Oh shit, he's calling me. -His friends chuckles-

When Miles pick up the phone: Hello?

Hobie: Oi, Sunflower! -His voice sounds more awake than before- I noticed something a bit odd... Are you good?

Miles: I'm good, bae. What's wrong?

Hobie: Okay. Okay. Hmm, it's just you didn't say the three magic words, you know. I say I love you and you say it back. So are you feeling some type of way?

Miles: No, it's just been super busy, bae. I completely forgot. -Gwen and Pavitr holding their giggles- Sorry, bae.

Hobie: Ah, okay. Well, I'll see you later and love you, Sunflower.

Miles: Okay, bye! -He hangs up-

Gwen and Pavitr bursting out laughing: Awe, man, Miles. You're stressing out your man." -Pavitr couldn't stop laughing-

Gwen: He is probably panicking.

Then Miles' phone rang again, Miles show his boyfriend's name across the screen: Oh my god! -He answered him, his friend went quiet-

Hobie: Oiiii, Sunflower!

Miles burst out giggling.

Hobie: It's me again, and I know it might be an accident that you hung me up. -Gwen and Pavitr burst out laughing- You didn't say those three little words, Sunflower. Making sure we're okay.

Miles giggles: I'm sorry, bae. We're okay. We're okay. I love you, Hobie. Gwen and Pavitr ask me to do a prank.

Hobie let out a big sigh of relief: Phew- ohh! Luv, you given me a fright. That was a close one. -Gwen and Pavitr couldn't stop laughing.- I love you, too, Sunflower.

Miles: I love you more! -He blew a kiss through the phone for his boyfriend to feel extra special-

Hobie on his bed turning bright pink with a bright red blush on his newspaper/magazine texture on his body: That was a close one!

[redheartedtramp]

What if Ruby & Yang Swapped Semblances?

Ruby: *running track in a gym uniform*

Yang: *dashes past Ruby in a burst of sunflowers*

Ruby: -_- *keeps running*

Yang: *dashes past Ruby again*

This cycle continues a few times...

Ruby: Stop abusing it!

Yang: *stops in front of Ruby in her own gym uniform* Aw come on, Rubes! This is so cool!

Ruby: My semblance isn't a toy, Yang! And you still need good cardio to use it! It's not some kind of life hack!

Yang: Well, I already have good cardio, so I can do this all day. But you know what? You land one punch on me and I'll stop.

Ruby: *takes a pose* Fine. *throws a punch and misses*

Yang: Come on, I'm not even using the semblance. *jabs Ruby in the face*

Ruby: *swings and misses*

Yang: Come on, Rubes~ Hit me. *pops Ruby*

Ruby: *swings and misses*

Yang: *pops Ruby* Come on~ *pops Ruby* Ya gotta move faster to dodge. *pops Ruby* Come on, slowpoke! Don't tell me you relied only on your semblance~

Ruby: Stop it, Yang... *throws a punch and miss*

Yang: Well? What are you gonna do? *pops Ruby again and again* Your lucky these aren't real punches or-

Ruby: *eyes glow red as Ruby's hair turns silver, she throws a body blow on Yang*

SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!

Yang: *proceeds to gasp and doubles over*

Ruby: *returns to normal and huffs* Should've kept your guard up, Yang.

Yang: Jaaaaaaaaaaune, you gotta help me! I need you to heal me! I think Ruby cracked a rib!

Jaune: Sorry, Yang. But my Semblance got swapped too.

Yang: W-with who...?

Pyrrha: *walks in, cosplaying as Mercy*

Yang: ...

Pyrrha: I will only heal you if you cosplay as an Overwatch character.

Yang: ...Can I at least be Tracer?

Nora: No. *comes in dressed as Tracer* I'm already Tracer.

Yang: Fuck!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can ya like do something about two gods fighting over reader? But reader didn't like seeing them fighting and will defo cry if they saw them fighting? But in the end, the two gods had reconciled that they won't fight over her anymore???

Hades - Poseidon

Apollo - Hermes

Thor - Loki

Beel - Hades

HAHHAHAHAHA Im so sorryyyy

-Hades and Poseidon- The two brothers were constantly trying to one up each other about you, if Poseidon gave you a rose, Hades gave you a dozen, if Hades brought you your favorite dessert, Poseidon took you out to your favorite bakery. At first they were both respectful to each other as they were both courting you and told you not to worry about choosing right away, because they wanted to beat each other fair and square. However, as time went on, they started to get a bit more intense with their competition, challenging one another, boiling down to an armed fight, Hades with his bident and Poseidon with his trident. You didn’t want them to fight, begging them to stop, not wanting to see either of them hurt, but they ignored you until you burst into tears and ran off, stunning both of them. You refused to see either of them, not even willing to speak with them, as you didn’t want them fighting over you. They came to an agreement, both not wanting to lose you, that they would be willing to share you and when they came to you with this same idea, telling you that they wouldn’t fight, only then did you forgive them.

-Apollo and Hermes- Apollo was flashy and loud while Hermes was more reserved and calmer, opposites, despite being half-brothers, but the one thing they had in common was their love and affection for you. They both adored you, loving everything about you and when they both showed up at your doorstep with a bouquet of red roses and sunflowers, your favorite combination, they quickly got into an argument which escalated into a huge fist fight. You ran out, trying to pull the two of them apart, begging them not to fight as they continued to yell at each other. It was only when you grabbed their hands that were clenched together, pulling it to your chest, feeling something wet, did they pause and realize that you were crying, looking so unbelievably upset, whispering to them, begging them to stop fighting. They felt awful, wanting to blame each other, sending each other glares before calling a momentary truce, focusing on calming you down, working together. For you, they didn’t mind working together, for a short while.

-Thor and Loki- Loki loved to make you laugh, always glad to see the smile on your lips, flirting shamelessly with you, and doing anything he could to make you smile. Thor adored you just as much, but while he didn’t talk much, he did small meaningful things for you, tucking a flower behind your ear, carrying your groceries for you, or just sitting there, letting you talk away. The two Norse gods were quickly able to realize they both liked you, so now it was a race on who got to you first. You found yourself overwhelmed by the attention they were both giving to you, not giving you a single moment of free time, both of them wanting to spend time with you until it got to the point where they were each holding one of your hands, arguing what you were going to do. It was only when you sniffled that they paused, looking down at you in horror as you burst into tears, “Please don’t fight!!” they felt awful, spending the next twenty minutes trying to get you calmed down, calling a truce immediately so they wouldn’t upset you anymore. After asking you for your blessings, they agreed to share you, only if they wouldn’t fight again.

-Beelzebub and Hades- These two had been long time friends, after Hades helped Beelzebub and gave him a reason to keep going, to keep living. You were the ray of sunshine for the both of them, catching their eyes and while he didn’t want to admit it because he didn’t want to put you at risk of his curse. However, it never seemed to bother him, you soothed him, and he adored that, you made him feel calm, and Hades adored your bright nature, finding you comforting to be around. That’s why when you came to visit with the two of them and found them locked in battle, yelling to each other that you were theirs. You were quickly in tears and ran for them, begging them to stop, and they only did when you put yourself between the two of them. That’s when they saw your tears and it broke their hearts, even more so when they realized that they were the cause. After getting you calmed down they explained they both liked you and rather than handling things calmly, they dove right into battle. You were a little shy, asking if they could learn to share, as you didn’t want to have to choose, they fell even harder for you, seeing your kind heart and agreed.

[bonesofapoet]

(Occidui temporis umbra) Lucanis with a dilf Rook. I loved your first prompt done with him!

tangled like summer ivy author's note : thank you sm!!! this has been my fave request lately bc the combination? genius. lucanis pines for rook on the rooftops of treviso but he hopes for something more. minor spoilers. prompt : occidui temporis umbra: a shadow at sunset word count: 1280

He finds you on a rooftop, wrapped in all of the rainbow beauty of the setting sun.

The divine display has painted a masterwork for those who have taken the rare pause to look up, raising their eyes to bear witness: vivid sunflower yellows, mauve and lavenders swirl and melt and dance as they cool down the heat of the sun, burning the horizon in fiery reds and every shade of burnt orange, tangerine, and peach. Thick bundles of clouds were not swept away fast enough before bursting into flame; the sea salt breeze does nothing to rescue them from the rich golden gilt highlighting fluffy peaks and coalescing with wispy trails they leave behind.

Treviso glows in heavenly glory, a world among the throes of yet another apocalypse made beautiful by the simple act of taking a breath, taking a break, going for a stroll where no one would notice, because rooftops aren’t where day blooms gracefully into night.

You’re glowing too, when Lucanis finds you draped over a brick wall crawling in webs of ivy as ancient as the city itself. There is magic in this moment; he feels it in his bones, feels a strange sort of warmth nestle deeper into his heart, senses it burrow deeper still into his soul where it settles, calms, and, finally, stills completely.

He knows he’s breathing, can feel the way his lungs expand and empty, catches the scent of fresh pastries on the air kissing the unmistakable brine of Rialto Bay as they meet with every inhale, taste made stale on each exhalation. He’s grateful, for the reflex of it – otherwise, he fears upon seeing you look so at home against the backdrop of his city, well. He wonders if he’d ever remember to breathe at all.

What a kind way to die, he thinks, to be felled by your beauty.

So, he lingers a little longer instead of going to you. He tells himself its to give you another moment of peace, another moment to relish in the glory of enjoying a breathtaking view, warm, steaming mug in hand, alone. Especially these days, when the Lighthouse was becoming a home, and everything else was becoming a luxury.

He tells himself he wants to give you space, when all he really wants is to spend another second, minute, hour simply soaking you in. Committing to memory how you appear to him, in this very moment swallowed up in all the glory of the dying sun.

Content, is what first comes to mind. Your head tips back, welcoming the warm rays before they disappear behind skyline and horizon line, until tomorrow when everything rises again, anew.

Relaxed follows closely behind, as your body leans against the ledge, the ivy a soft bed in which to cradle the way your hip braces along the wall, protecting forearms resting on the chipped stone, cup loose in your grip. There is no tension here, in this rooftop haven you’ve carved out for yourself. No worries, no fear, no world weighing heavy on shoulders so powerful Lucanis has to look away.

That warmth blooms in his chest once more, pushing him into action, because -

Because, because, because.

The light is fading quicker now, the warm tones of golden hour have washed the air in a pale pink stain before giving way to dusk, and he knows these moments are always cherished alone, yes. He also knows that a well loved memory is first spent with someone you adore.

He takes a breath. Shifts his weight, as if he’s just arrived. Dusts off gloved hands for good measure, and makes his way over to you, twisting in the rose colored light upon hearing footsteps. You face him as his shadow falls over you in a strange sort of comfort, after basking in the light for so long.

“I was wondering when you’d find me,” you say, lips tilting up and eyes brightening, always, when you look at him.

It’s the smirk, however, that makes him weak in the knees. How it sharpens your features in all the ways that makes him want.

Lucanis has never acted on the concept of want before, has never felt like it was allowed, to a certain point. Illario has, of course, encouraged him to dabble, has supported him in the acts of following his desires as Illario does. But Lucanis is not, and could never be, his cousin.

Yet every time he's alone with you, it’s at the forefront of his mind, hovering along the edges when it isn’t.

His eyes slip from your lips to search among the sun sinking farther into the bay as he settles beside you, palms skimming vines and leaves and stone. He has to do something, if he can’t reach out and trace the lines of honey gold still clinging to your jaw, your nose, the column of your throat, exposed.

With yet another breath, he steadies himself and mirrors your smirk, relying on the mask of his training to to see him through the next moment, the next breath, if only until he can get a Maker’s blessed grip -

“I thought I’d give you a head start,” he drawls, unwavering. “I didn’t want to interrupt your evening too soon-”

Your laughter gives him pause, when it interrupts him. He feels his eyebrows rise at the outburst, surprised.

“Lucanis,” his name sounds like a song when your speak it, the dregs of laughter living, still, in your voice as you speak. “You could never interrupt anything for me, even if you tried.”

Your laughter reminds him of the thrill of a risk, a stolen summer kiss, and the radiant shine of starlight. He wants to bottle it, cap the sound with your enticing sense of safety, even as it whispers danger along the shell of his ear. He ignores it, for once, because, mierda. That feeling is prevalent again, soaring through the skies to mingle with the gods-touched clouds, rides the wind swirling around his beloved beside him, the embodiment of roguish charm in this very moment.

Lucanis pinpoints the second his composure ripples like the tide in Rialto Bay shimmering broken reflections of the sky, the sun, the ships in the distance. Can feel the moment it buckles, threatening to collapse like it’s been hastily packed together like a sandcastle, instead crafted out of fade-touched Nevarrite, curated and honed and nurtured with the lifelong skill and precision born of an Antivan Crow, the Demon of Vyrantium, First Talon.

“Besides,” he continues, with no small effort. “Moments like these are best enjoyed together, in the company of those dear to you, no?”

A smile grows upon your lips, blooming into something genuine and enigmatic and passionate – as if Lucanis has just shared a secret with you.

And, in a way, he supposed he has.

Your smile is the kind that’s shared, and Lucanis is more than willing to return it, to let go for a single moment and simply live. And so he does, if only because yes, he realizes, as you take a step closer to him, the electrifying hiss of fabric kissing fabric, arm brushing arm – it sparks something alight, shakes something free from the confines of his carefully built and maintained cage. What a beautiful way to die, upon the tip of your bladed smile – but what an even better way to live, kneeling before you for as long as you’ll have me?

He wonders, as the sun sinks into nothing, the air turning chill as night ascends it’s throne. He wonders, carefully, slowly, hesitantly – if you’d ever do the same for him.

[mushroomwoods]

Sunflower Fields

the rustling wind was all too characteristic now, dream or not, he just wished to remember your voice...

character — wars, romantic or platonic

cw — mild angst with happy ending.

this is a gift i made for the loveliest @wayfayrr and took way too long to post because tumblr is a bitch, but since i am here now... enjoy! ps: i made an art commission from the dearest @h4wari. check it out, it's amazing!

The calm summer breeze blew, comforting and slightly humid as it ruffled his hair along with the scarf.

Blue star coloured eyes focused on the horizon, the chatting and bantering happening beside him barely catching his attention.

He looked lost.

As if chasing after something oh so far away, yet he didn't know what it was.

“Dozing off again, Link?” Impa voice resounded, breaking him off his stupor, gladiolus eyes thinning at the blank stare the warrior offered her.

“Let it be, Impa.” Zelda cut through, graciously stirring the tea before she poured one cup for herself.

“Ah, I can do it, Your Highness-” As Impa tried to stand up, the princess simply waved her hand.

Link took a sip of his own tea, already cold, though the gentle rosemary scent still filled his nostrils, a vague memory of Zelda telling him it was one of her favorite ones coming to mind, yet as the flavor seeped into his mouth he could only grimace.

Bitter.

The princess lightly pushed the sugar pot nearer to him, yet the hero refused, setting the porcelain cup back to the saucer with a muted clack.

“Excuse me, but I have to go back to my duties.” A blatant lie, he had been given a week off just the previous day.

Nonetheless, the princess nodded in understanding, barely looking his way as he made his way out of the garden. The gerbera daisies surrounded him the whole way out, as if mocking him, the sunny yellow shade only serving to make his mood worse.

He couldn’t understand why it was happening, why sometimes there were lapses of memories within him, the figments of a voice and a soft touch that caressed his cheeks with so much tenderness that he wanted to cry. He knew that such a thing could never have happened in the past as he spent most of his time in the war and taking care of his job as a commander.

His fists clenched when he finally reached the outer walls of the castle, the soldiers guarding the area bowed to him in respect, before opening the gates.

Freedom at last.

Somehow, after everything that happened, he couldn’t feel at ease while in that place, when near those people, when he got reminded of every single nightmare he had to push through, he felt as if drowning amidst the suffocating essence of abatina flowers, her image resurfacing to his mind even when he tried so hard to wipe it out of the memory.

With a sigh, he started heading back to his quarter, a vague sensation of deja vu overcoming his body, the rustling of the crisp summer air brushing his hair as if it was a loving hand.

The path home was quiet, some people greeting him here and there, to which was answered by his collected smile.

A fake.

Somehow nothing made sense, nothing seemed real, no amount of working or enjoyment made him feel at ease.

As the door to his house was opened, the red columbine in his stand shriveled, petals droopy, as thirst for a little drop of water, even then he ignored it, too aware of his own cowardice, hanging his uniform as he made his way to the bed.

The tired body just crumbled onto the bed, not trying to hold onto consciousness as he fell into a deep slumber.

…

He felt weightless, the usual tiredness not heaving into his shoulder.

A patch of small sunflowers surrounded him, someone sitting amidst it, a laughter familiar to him.

They said something that he couldn't quite understand, but before he could ask anything, they walked towards him, taking his hands into theirs, comforting and warm just as he remembered.

They laughed before bursting into hundreds of birds of paradise, colourful and filled with emotions.

Link didn't have any time to process it, however, as his eyes opened, the rays of light shone down on him as yet another day started.

Repeating it all once again.

He wished to sigh, but staying still at the same place for so long wouldn't do him any good, and only make him pity himself even more.

Just as he opened the curtains of his bedroom, his eyes widened, the place that should have been a vast open hill, was now covered in a patch of sunflowers, much like the dream he just had.

Not even bothering to take his usual uniform, he headed out in a flurry, tripping over his own feet as he stumbled towards the door.

As he opened it, the sight that greeted him was a familiar, yet unknown figure, surrounded by the townsfolk, all carrying bouquets of sunflowers, and placing it around the now covered patch of land.

The mysterious person's eyes met his, and they didn't hesitate before approaching him, the white-pink valerians in their arms standing out among the bright yellow blooms everyone else held.

“I'm sure you didn't expect it, Link.” Their familiar voice rang inside his heart, and he unknowingly smiled at it.

“You… how..?” So many questions flooded his head, yet no coherent words came out.

Scalding hot tears brimmed around his eyes, and with a soft smile they brushed it out of his face.

“I'm sorry that it took me so long to get to you my dear.” They answered with a melancholic smile, offering him the valerian bouquet.

He hesitated for a second, yet the moment he saw the guilt in your eyes, he carefully took it, not wasting any more time before taking you into a warm embrace.

“I missed you so much…” Link said.

“Me too, Link.” You sobbed into his arms.

Blue Star — Strength, Resilience

Gladiolus — Victorious, Strength

Rosemary — Remembrance

Gerbera Daisies (Yellow) — Appreciation in relationships

Abatina — Fickleness

Red columbine — Anxious, Trembling

Dwarf Sunflower — Adoration

Bird of Paradise — Freedom

Valerian — Readiness

[multiversemaker169]

Inside out incorrect quotes

1.*Anxiety drunkenly wanders around the house and Fear is drunkenly giggling*

Anger, completely sober: *sighs* Well, looks like it's just me and you against the world, Disgust.

Disgust, going to her room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*

2.Embarrassment: How are you so calm?!

Fear: I’ve passed beyond “stressed”, beyond “hysteria”, into the gray misty indifference of complete shutdown of all but emergency services in my brain.

3.Joy: I’m a fool, not an idiot.

4.Ennui: You're alive.

Fear: There's no need to sound so disappointed.

5.Joy: Can I offer you a nice stick in this trying time?

6.Envy: What are amphetamines?

Anger: Drugs that can go on land and water.

Envy: Ohhhh.

7.Fear: You’re starting to look like me more and more every day—

Envy: *Bursts into tears*

Fear: Why are you crying?

Envy: You’re ugly! I don’t want to look like you! *sobs*

8.Anxiety: *spins around in chair ominously* I’ve been expecting y- *chair continues to spin* shit *tries to stop spinning* shit *tries to grab a table to stop spinning* sHIT *falls out of chair*

9.Sadness: What did you get on your shirt?

Envy: Rust.

Sadness: From what?

Envy: Weapons.

Fear: Time for more adult supervision.

10.*Fear and Joy are in a mirror maze*

Fear, seeing Joy: C'mon, you got it! Almost through!

Joy: I see you! *runs straight into a mirror, shattering it*

Fear: *screams*

11.Ennui: Hey, Joy. What kind of flowers do you prefer?

Joy: I like sunflowers.

Ennui, pulling out a bouquet of Venus Flytraps: Well, shit-

12.Joy: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier.

Joy: Violently practices.

Sadness: Violently studies.

Embarrassment: Violently sleeps.

Anxiety: Violently shoots pictures.

Disgust: Violently boxes.

Anger: Violently murders people.

Fear: Violently worries about the previous statement.

13.Anxiety: Are you drunk?

Anger: Only on the spirit of Christmas!

Disgust: And the spirit of whisky.

14.*The Squad's cooking skills*

Disgust: *master chef*

Ennui: *knows a few recipes*

Sadness: *can follow instructions on a box*

Joy: *made toast once*

Envy: *banned from the kitchen*

15.Kidnapper: We have your child

Anger: I don’t have a child?

<br>Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?

Anger: Oh god, you have Envy.

16.Anxiety: I'm cold.

Fear: Here, take my hoodie.

*meanwhile*

Joy: I'm cold.

Ennui: I can't control the weather, Joy.

17.Fear: So, Anger and Ennui.

Fear: According to this, you two are being accused of: Armed Robbery, Vandalism, Drug Abuse, Grand Theft Auto…

Anger: We had a bad day.

Fear: And… MURDER?!

Ennui: It was a pretty bad day…

18.Joy, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

19.Ennui: Envy, what are you doing?

Envy: *shaking a cat shaped piggy bank* I’m just trying to figure out how much change I have inside.

Ennui: You could always take it out and count it.

Envy: Where’s the fun in that?

20.Anxiety: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul!