#so for him to open up this much is an extremely unusual scenario

[breezy141]

hiiiii idk if ur still doing caseoh hcs/short scenarios but i would LOVE one where like he takes you to your first irl event and its like the first time everyone sees yall as a couple and you’re nervous but hes so sweet and happy to be with you 🫣🫣🫣 no worries if not + im obsessed with the other ones youve written !!!!!

i love the thought of this! i apologise for the slow posts. uni is EATING ME UP. but you ask and you shall receive! 💌

masterlist.

STREAMY AWARDS - caseoh

for the first time ever, you were about to go into public with your boyfriend, case. some may say it’s classed as a ‘hard launch’. no one really knows about your relationship, which the both of you agreed on, it was reassuring to know that the relationship was private and that you didn’t have to deal with people creating rumours and getting to simply avoid hate.

but, you realised the more you’d be spending time with each other people would soon catch on, so its best to just come out with it now.

as you stood in front of the mirror, admiring the dress you had chosen for tonight. it was a beautiful black fitted dress, with an open back and a slit down the side, you looked absolutely gorgeous. you had paired it with some black chunky heels, case had bought you for your anniversary one of the years.

to complete the look, you slipped on some jewellery, rings, bracelets and necklaces. you had hoped you weren’t TOO overdressed, but at the end of the day..this was the streamy awards.

“hey hone- woah..” you heard next to you, turning your head to the bedroom door, you saw case. he was wearing some smart trousers and a simple black button up. it was unusual to see him wearing something to smart, but god he pulled it off.

his curls were probably cared for and styled, thanks to you, and his beard had been cleaned up a little and blessed with oils and cream.

“you look beautiful!” he exclaimed as he walked over to you, placing his hand on the small of your back and looking down at you. keeping his eyes at a respectful level.

“you don’t think i’m too overdressed?” you asked, a little uncertainly laced your voice.

case frowned at you “overdressed? absolutely not. you look perfect, like you always do” and with that he pressed a small kiss to your temple.

“now let’s go before i change my mind and take a nap” he spoke as he booked us and uber to the venue. he was adamant on taking his truck, but you knew the both of you would have a drink or two and drink driving is, in fact, illegal.

on the way there case noticed the way your knee bounced, and the way you chewed your lip. he placed his hand on your knee and squeezed it gently.

“hey, don’t be stressing yourself out lovie. it’s no biggie, if people have stuff to say then, let them say what they want. their feelings and opinions won’t change the way i feel about you baby” you softly smiled at him, you knew case loved you dearly and he was right, no matter what anyone said, this man loved you unconditionally.

“thank you, im just nervous that people won’t like me too much…” you admitted, he nodded a long as you spoke.

“i know i know, but let them think what they want. it won’t change anythin’ , you are a beautiful woman with an even more wonderful personality. plus, you are stressin’ over something which won’t even happen. they are gonna love you”

before responding you had arrived at the venue, he stepped out the car and came to your door, he opened it and took you by the hand. you flashed him a generous smile and wrapped your hand around his bicep.

“just show em that pretty smile baby” he spoke as you both walked into the main lobby.

the rest of the evening was extremely nerve wracking for you, but case was right. everyone who spoke to you LOVED you, you were a delight to be around, not only that but people saw how much you genuinely cared for case.

case adored the way you effortlessly made conversation with people no matter how nervous you were, he loved the way you looked in the light, he loved the way you smiled, he loved how you’d glance at him every so often to make sure he was okay. he just, loved you.

and, god, he was glad he was here with you. the impression you left on everyone was nothing but good.

once again, case was right.

[merbear25]

Can you do Zoro, Sanji, and Luffy x single mother S/O? Would they treat their S/O’s son/ daughter as their own?

Hey, hey! This was so heartwarming for me to think about, so thank you for sending in your request! Personally, I can’t see them being anything other than accepting towards the child. Generally speaking, they’d see them as an extension of you, so there’d be no reason for them not to care for them like their own. I hope you like what I’ve written for you 💜💜

CW: fluff, fem!reader (single mom), headcanons/scenario, written with them dating the reader and not married to her.

One of their own (Monster trio)

Zoro

Upon first meeting your child, he was unintentionally intimidating to them. Being the large scarred man that he was, it took awhile for the kid to warm up to him. With small yet thoughtful interactions, trust was built on a solid foundation. He became someone your child could turn to when they felt unsure about something, knowing that Zoro would come at the issue with a level head.

Playtime would always leave the child worn out. It’d be perfect if they were younger, so you could lay them down to sleep much more easily. Sometimes they passed out on the couch, so Zoro would be the one putting them to sleep, seeing as their dead weight would be easy for him to haul off to bed.

He’d be stern yet caring, not giving the kid room to run a muck because he’d always be respectful of the rules you’d set in place. The child learned quickly that they couldn’t try to get their own way if you told them no. “Can I have some candy?” types of questions were always followed by, “What did your mother say?”

Sanji

When you first introduced him to your child, he was very warm and open towards them. Your child took to Sanji almost instantly. With a smile that was inviting and comforting like an embrace, he easily became one of your child’s favorite people. They felt at ease around him; he was caring and gentle but wasn’t a pushover (unless your daughter gave him puppy dog eyes).

One of their favorite activities would be cooking and/or baking together. He’d adore being able to share his passion with them. They’d be put in charge of certain aspects of the meal, so that they felt like they were contributing to whatever delicious food was being prepared. When it was time to lay them down to sleep, Sanji would read them a bedtime story, wanting to show them the affection that his father never gave him.

He’d never cross the line when it came to how you ran your household, treating the boundaries you’d set in place with the utmost respect. Even if your child tried to pull on his heartstrings with an adorable look, he’d honor your rules—despite it being extremely difficult sometimes. Sanji would want to spoil them, so just be sure to keep an eye on him.

Luffy 

The first time you introduced Luffy to your child, he was warm and friendly. However, there was just something about him that made your child feel like they needed to scope him out before they could feel comfortable around him; he was, after all, a very unusual person. The more time they spent around him, the easier it got to come around. They then would ask you all the time when Luffy was coming over.

Being the imaginative man that he was, Luffy would create games seemingly out of thin air. Since he was more of the ‘do now think later’ type, your house became subjected to much of their wacky fun. With a few broken items here and there, he apologized profusely for the recklessness and promised to take their fun outside from then on.

Even though he was playful and light-hearted, he still had moments when he was serious. When you or your child needed him to be that, he’d step up and do what had to be done. With that in mind, you and your child’s bond with him would strengthen and whenever you had down time to relax and watch something, more often than not you’d fall asleep on the couch together.

[pen-and-umbra]

So far, Episode 2 has been quite intriguing. The following is a stream of consciousness with some preliminary theories.

The wisp-things are extremely suspicious. At first glance, they appear to be linked to Masamune the Swordsmith (who kind of resembles a wraith or another type of undead?), but in fact they are Jenova-coded, with those distinctive purple/magenta hue visuals. 

Consequently, Sephiroth's "dream" sequence seems to be induced, similar to Angeal's. The telling purple/magenta vignette around the edges implies Jenova's influence.

Then there's Alissa, who resembles Lucrecia and makes the strangely accurate assumption that she reminds Sephiroth of his mother.

So, what do we have so far? We have an anomalous, off-limits zone that the locals avoid. No one knows how the village was destroyed. We have a legendary swordsmith, whose life-force (?) appears to be maintained by unknown means. We got some classic Jenova effects, purple visuals, and possibly induced lucid dreams or hallucinations. And we have a mysterious carnage survivor who resembles Sephiroth's mother.

My supposition is that there's a remnant of Jenova residing in Igara Forbidden Zone. I previously explored some unusual possibilities derived from the Temple of Ancients narration in FFVIIRebirth, where the Cetra mentioned their celestial adversary's "scattered malignancy". [Link] Unless the message is to be interpreted as prophetic, referencing ShinRA age experiments, it implies that Jenova's biologics were already “scattered” during Cetra's time.

What if the Igara Forbidden Zone ended up sitting atop a sealed deposit of Jenova's biological matter from the Cetran War?

The ground is depicted as having cracks, with some kind of purple substance visible beneath. Furthermore, Angeal observes that the soil is as fine as ash but glitters — and remarkably fresh Jenova's blood or goo has been shown to glitter in the ShinRA headquarters.

So perhaps at some point in time, the residents discover the sealed organic traces. Someone like a swordsmith would be closely dealing with matters of mining ore, so there's a chance of mining taking place in the vicinity. The mining process may have unearthed biological remains that had been buried for eons. Alternatively, there could have been ancient Cetran ruins nearby—perhaps an entombment site—that were intended to seal off alien matter. The opening sequence does feature what appears to be an abandoned Petra-inspired temple carved into the rock.

Although it has strong Wutaian ornamental motifs, it could be a repurposed Cetran site, so the idea stands. 

Masamune's lifespan, if he is a living being, appears to be much longer than that of a normal human, or so his speech about finding a wielder for his masterwork implies. Lucrecia's situation immediately comes to mind, as the compilation states that Jenova cells prevent her from dying, thereby extending her life. While this is an unlikely scenario, Masamune appears to be bound and unable to rest until his sword is passed on.

In this case, it is almost implied that the sword possesses its own power. Could this be a cursed masterpiece? Could Jenova's remnant essence from the ancient war have been mixed in during Masamune's forging process? After all, during the battle, the swordsmith does display those Jenova-esque visual effects.

Another peculiar and somewhat ominous link between Jenova and Sephiroth's weapon can be seen in his dream/hallucination sequence. Jenova-Lucrecia gives Sephiroth a "charm" to wrap around his sword, promising to "always be with him".

Granted, it could be a manifestation of his deepest desires (such as wanting to eat pumpkin soup again), but the purplish Jenova-esque vignette at the edges of his vision lends the scene a sinister feel. What if her power is actually imbued in the weapon Sephiroth carries? In that way, her shadow is always present beside him. 

The act of wielding Masamune is presented as some type of a tipping point in the opening sequence as well. During the intro Alissa mentions that she feels like the world will change once Sephiroth takes up the sword. The notion is further implicitly corroborated by Bachman, who stated the "course of history was altered forever".

Speaking of Alissa, according to FFVII Rebirth, Jenova can "peer into one's soul" and transform into those they hate, fear, or love. With this in mind, Alissa's resemblance to Lucrecia is extremely suspicious and raises numerous questions. Is she real, or a hallucination? It's telling that her face isn't revealed until the party comes into contact with suspicious purple wisps (which allegedly manifest as Masamune battle).

For all we know, if Jenova’s presence is there — if her power is unchained and lingers — then Alissa's might look completely different for Angeal, as her appearance is being specifically tailored to the beholder. It's also worth noting that the opening sequence features frequent flashes of Alissa surrounded by purple wisps and glitching.

To continue this line of thought, is it really coincidental that Bachman is carrying a camera, a device that captures unbiased visuals? Is it really an accident that Bachman is later portrayed as a mumbling, disorganized mess, despite the fact that he ostensibly never participated in the SOLDIER program? It's almost as if someone didn't want him to reveal his findings.

Written by @pen-and-umbra

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can I request a scenario Boa Hancock reader is chosen as champion to fight against yandere Apollo?

-When Apollo first heard that his opponent was a woman, he wasn’t bothered, he didn’t even look upset! Which was a bit unusual to see, as he was usually so much softer and nicer to women.

-Ares was the one to find out the truth as Apollo was gloating to him, “I have never met a woman that has resisted my charms before. She will forfeit the match once I sweep her off her feet! There’ll be no need for fighting at all!”

-However, that’s exactly why Brunnhilde had chose you as the next fighter, knowing full well that you wouldn’t be swayed by his good looks or charming personality. She had complete faith in you and your skills, something you did give her a small, true smile for.

-You knew what was at stake in this tournament, and the less you had to leave to the men to handle, the better. You knew it was much better to do things yourself.

-Apollo was the first to enter the arena, the cheers of women ringing out all around you, while you were waiting in the backstage area. You knew he was like any other men, toying with women’s hearts.

-You refused to become his newest toy.

-When Heimdall started hyping you up, introducing you as the most beautiful woman in the world, the audience was stunned silent as you walked, seeing that his words were true.

-You were like a vision; someone they would have never come up with in their minds of the most beautiful woman in the world. All their imaginations paled in comparison to the beauty that you held.

-Apollo was even surprised, he had met many stunning beauties in his life, but none seemed to hold a candle to you. And not only were you beautiful, but you radiated confidence, showing your position as the pirate empress you were when you died.

-Apollo was the one gawking at you, stunned by you, and not the other way around, but he was quick to bounce back instantly smiling, his teeth sparkling, smoothing his hair back with his hand, “I must say, Y/N, your beauty is unmatched. You even took my breath away~”

-Expecting you to fall for him, Apollo froze when he started to approach you and you snapped, “Do not approach me, filth!”

-Ooh~ you were just getting better and better as Apollo’s adoration for you grew, seeing that you were spicy.

-Your eyes were dull but sharp, like you were looking at a pile of garbage, before you spoke, “And your praise means nothing to me, I know I am beautiful. Your empty words will not work on me.”

-Your words quickly had many jeering at you, thinking you were too cocky for your own good. Apollo went to defend you, thinking that you deserved nothing but the upmost praise, but you turned, your hair swirling around you as you looked up at those jeering and instantly, they were blushing, their eyes turning into pulsating hearts as they declared their love for you, both men and women.

-You smirked, turning back to Apollo, one hand coming to your hips as you grounded yourself in your heels as you slowly tilted yourself back, “Their love- their adoration to me- no matter what I do, even if I kill someone, everyone will forgive me! Why? Because I’m beautiful!!”

-The crowd cheered and Heimdall was gushing, “It’s Y/N’s Extreme Looking Down Pose!!!” as you were bent in half, looking down upon him.

-Apollo thought you were amusing, you were just getting better and better in his eyes, you were such a complex individual, so open with your feelings, so unapologetically you!! You were amazing!

-He wanted to know more- no! He wanted to know everything about you! He wanted to know what you liked, disliked, your skin and hair care routine, if you even had one as you were perfection.

-Apollo wanted to know your past, he wanted to be a part of your present, and he wanted to be the only part in your future!!

-You saw his look morphing into something familiar and dark, like how those men, all those years ago, looked at you, when they branded you, when they had treated you so cruelly.

-Your eyes were like ice when you met his gaze, you refused to let any man treat you like that again, you wouldn’t allow it.

-Apollo was fully ready to throw the fight himself, kneeling before you, as if he was worshipping you, rather than the other way around, “My beautiful Y/N, I will forfeit the match to you, if only you allow me to be by your side from this day forward!”

-The other gods were in outrage, hearing his words, shouting at him to not throw the fight to you.

-Your glare seemed to only grow colder, hearing his stipulations as you lifted a hand to your hip, “You men are all alike, demanding things of me as if I owe any of you anything.”

-Apollo was stammering, in shock that you were angry with him, why were you angry?!

-You lifted your hands, making a heart shape as you inhaled deeply, ready to end this in an instant.

-Seeing your determination to fight, Apollo was stunned once more, seeing the fire behind your eyes. Why were you willing to fight? To possibly die?! Did something happen that made you so desperate to fight? Who did it- he would kill them!

-Apollo knew that to get you, he would need to prove himself and defeat you, but not kill you, you were too beautiful, too precious, to be snuffed out.

-He was going to win, so he could keep you safe for the rest of eternity, there by his side.

[ashcoveredtraveler]

So, while I decided to make Lurien and Xero related in my writings, here is the original post. But I have been thinking about what traits they would share, but physical and mental. Beware, the post below is long.

Short notes: As a reminder, in the post, Xero is Luriens cousin once removed(I think, I looked at a family chart and I think that is what it is called.) Also, some of the points made will be under the assumption that the actions will be related to my Split Family AU.

With the physical traits, there are only a few things they share. They only share grandparents/great-grandparents, so it is obvious that only a few traits would be shared, especially since Xero was a moth-wasp hybrid; there were some moth traits he wouldn't be able to inherit since they were replaced with stuff that only wasps would have.

They both have very dark, thin fur with bright colors. When originally designing them, I based them on the garden tiger moth(Lurien, left image below) and Madagascan sunset moth(Xero, right image below), so they are dark with spots of color. This trait is obsolete for them as Xero's wings have been destroyed, and Luriens have been cut off. They also didn't have as much fur as other moths, and could have been mistaken for butterflies, though they had too much fur for them. Moths that look like butterflies are less common in Hallownest, so this trait is extremely limited and by itself wouldn't raise eyebrows. However, since their wings has such bright colors, they had dark thin fur along with some other traits, it will deffinetly bring attention.

They both have the same smile and laugh. Despite having different mouths and eyes, the way they scrunch their eyes up when they smile and their laugh is identical. Also, they cry the same way too, though many have never seen them cry. In my internal musings, that is how those around them found out about how they are related as this trait was eerily similar(I'll get into that later in the post).

Both get cold extremely easily. I headcanon that moths have a higher average body temperature than other bugs, so it is unusual for moths to get cold and rarely wear clothes, even in the winter. Xero gets colder than Lurien, thanks to his dad, but regardless, they both get cold enough that they need to wear clothes the majority of the time.

As you can see that there isn't much physically similar to them, but surprisingly, there is a lot similar to them mentally.

They both keep their cards close to them and are very calculative; however, they both go about it in different ways. Lurien is seen as an intelligent, calculating individual already. He is quiet, and his eyes are always watching. Xero, however, is generally seen as rough and aggressive, but collects information that is needed until he can swiftly get what he wants, just like Lurien, though others understand him. Regardless, both are very clever.

Both are attracted to bugs that aren't in the same species as them. While IRL, there is no evidence that shows that there is a single gene involved in romantic orientation, I am still going to head-canon it as if it was true in my writing. I have already made a head canon somewhere that interspecies relationships aren't accepted. Xero's mom was someone who didn't find moths attractive to her personally, and almost got exiled from the tribe when she courted with Xero's father. Xero is the same as his parents, having a few crushes on bugs that aren't moths, until eventually meeting Dryya. Lurien was thought to just be too awkward and too work-focused to court anyone. It wasn't until way later in his life that he got close to Hegemol and slowly opened up to him, and eventually courted him.

Both are good listeners and comforting bugs. Their friends would come up to them, and they would attempt to give unbiased opinions. They can also stomach many uncomfortable conversations and occasionally be a shoulder to cry on.

Now we are getting into some AU scenarios.

Initially, when Xero was accepted to be a Knight in training, the only one who knew about Xero and Lurien's relations was Lurien himself. He has been watching Xero from afar for years, and now that he is working in the same building as him.

But Xero is not Lurien's problem, as Lurien has masked his appearance. His problem was the Seer as he saw her grow up, and she interacted with him a lot until he disappeared. She was at the palace a lot to help find a solution to the infection. Lurien didn't want the Seer to find out, as guilt was eating him from the inside out. He had been hiding for so long, he didn't want to reveal to anyone his past.

However, the Seer found out while being in the Palace for a few months. Despite hiding himself, there are some traits that the Seer recognized. She only had suspicions though, strong suspicions that she told Xero. They both decided to not confront him until he came to them.

The next one to find out was Hegemol. He was one of the few bugs that interacted with Lurien without his mask and had gotten close enough to court him. Obviously, there are some physical and personality traits that Hegemol recognized.

Eventually, when Xero started training with the Great Knight and befriending them, Hegemol realized how similar Xero is to Lurien.

It started with a smile. Xero smiled without his helmet once, and a weird familiarity came across Hegemol. At that point, he observed Xero and Lurien more, with the help of some of his Knights, they started taking note, though it was more out of gut feeling and not out of any suspicion yet.

Besides some of the traits, they all noticed how Lurien avoided Xero, how he seemed to avoid all of the moth. With everything piling up, everything was so weird that Hegemol brought the information to the King and Lurien at the same time.

At that point, Lurien broke down, guilt eating him from the inside out. He has been hiding in shame for years, and now that his only living family member was right within his grasp.

Both Hegemol and the King were horrified, not expecting this information. Xero was immediately summoned as he could be in an unsafe situation with the power and motive Lurien had over Xero. Though both were surprised that Xero already had suspicions of who Lurien was, though they didn't have concrete information. He also didn't seem to care, as Lurien didn't want to be in his life anyway, so any blood relations shouldn't matter. Xero only partly believes this, but it does feel like that to Xero. This obiously hurt Lurien, but he felt like he deserved it.

Xero was put on leave for a week so they could reorganize how Lurien interacts with the Knights, as this situation had the potential to go wrong. Xero could have been hurt, as Lurien does have enemies. Lurien could have unfairly treated Xero, not allowing him to due his duty to protect citizens and harming them.

Once Xero gets back, the situation is almost the same. I think Lurien would try to fix the situation, as he knows what he did was extremely bad. Xero understands what Lurien has been through, attempts to make amends too.

Honestly, the more I think about their situation, the more intriguing it becomes to me.

[murder-cookie-dust393]

Battery Anon---

What if MC (Yandere Apocalypse) had gone into hiding//seclusion shortly after the disease started to spread (before anyone, themselves included, had caught onto what was happing) - we'll assume they hid for a secondary reason like research, or safety from DE etc

Cue 1 year-1.5 year time skip, everyone trying to find them, but they just can't because everyone lost track of MC such a long time ago.

MC finds out what is happening, which causes them to try and take up new identities, and generally sneak around so they can develop a cure.

If MC succeeds, they probably end the yandere apocalypse before it did any extreme damage. But god forbid they get found out, which is significantly more likely, it would be immeasurably difficult to slip away again.

[Ahem ahem- I wanted to do a little bit of his good sir Dark Cacao brainrot so don't mind me]

In this scenario, MC was an ex-physician at the citadel-

Tw: role-forcing, guilt tripping maybe?

"I can't believe it. All this time of suffering, trying to search for you. Do you know how much burden my hearts holds from not being able to see you every day?" Dark Cacao quietly stated, his grip around their waist tight, as if trying not to crush them into little crumbs. He buried his head into their shoulder, sighing. His crown left on the nearby cushion, forgotten.

MC cookie had no choice but to keep sitting there, next to his majesty Dark Cacao. They responded, "My king I left to focus on my research-"

"Research? Were you not happy as head physician? I would have given you everything if you so much just asked." The king cut off, his voice more silent than before, now a mere whisper.

"No, no, I was content with my position. It's just that I wanted to focus on my personal research."

"Why did you leave me? I already had lost my son, and losing you was too much to bare!" He exclaimed, holding them tighter to himself.

They were stunned. What had happened to their king? He was never like this, he wasn't one to be sentimental. They were never particularly close. Had something happened to him? "I apologize your majesty...But may I ask, are you feeling alright? It's unusual for you to act like this."

"I feel better than ever, especially now that I have you." He then grabbed a box off the side table, opening it. The sight it beheld made MC cookie's eyes widen in surprise. It was a crown: similar to his, but smaller.

"...Whose crown is that?"

He broke a little smile, taking out the crown and carefully placing it on their head.

"Yours."

In that moment, the scientist knew they needed to run. They had to. That look in his eyes held something crazy, a never ending darkness.

(Ok I know I'm a little bit guilty for brainrotting about him but- but- hear me out-)

- Celina

[fleeglefazbeagle]

A quick little thing to note about Richard's relationship with Pumpkin Rabbit.

CW for brief mentions of ableism, abuse(all done by Richard) and murder.

The thing about Richard when it comes to the Prezzy's Wonderland animatronics is that while he hates all of them, he hates Pumpkin Rabbit the most with Prezzy(Mortality) being a very close second.

The reason as to why he hates Pumpkin is how timid he was, the fact that they're autistic(it wasn't confirmed at the time but PR still reminded Richard of an autistic child) and the fact that Pumpkin Rabbit was almost like a child despite being an adult.

Richard, during his short time as a janitor at Prezzy's, often insulted(verbal and emotional abuse) the animatronics, employees and even customers. The main one he'd abuse was Pumpkin Rabbit since he's voiced by Lorenzo Waterson(I know, very on the nose) who he really hated even though both Pumpkin and Lorenzo never hurt anyone(granted, everyone in the restaurant are chill).

Pumpkin usually never fights back whenever Richard acted like a dick towards them, usually either crying, snitching or both. They're pretty much docile and wasn't really known to speak up or fight back, so it was the perfect punching bag for Richard but however, there's the November 5th incident Richard set Pumpkin Rabbit's face on fire which caused Pumpkin to scream which alerted Witch Sheep of the incident.

That particular incident made Richard somewhat afraid of the large rabbit, years pass with getting threats from Mortality had him expecting the multicolored rabbit to kill him which does technically happen.

What made Richard be extremely afraid of Pumpkin Rabbit was when he found out that his brother, Andrew was killed but not by Mortality like he initially assumed but Pumpkin Rabbit. When he heard of that particular detail, his stomach dropped.

What scared Richard was the fact that Pumpkin is INDEED able to fight back, it's just not as likely but the fact that it IS still likely to occur scares him, the very animatronic that was basically his punching bag is actually able to fight back.

During the scenario where Richard was gonna get killed in his house, where he was hiding, Pumpkin Rabbit, while disguised as Richard's wife(who he also hated), Martha, was trying to lull him into a false sense of security, trying to lure him out of hiding and after a moment of Richard remaining silent, "Martha" slowly slinks away and then slowly open the door, revealing that it was Pumpkin Rabbit the whole time which horrifies Richard, causing him to scream into his hands.

Quick skip to when Richard hid in his room, Mortality and Pumpkin Rabbit snuck in and basically murdered him with Pumpkin Rabbit finishing him off by setting him on fire(a callback to November 5th 1986) whilst staring into Richard's soul with an unhinged look, a look that's unusual for them to do, one you'd expect Mortality to do.

Pumpkin Rabbit(similarly to Mortality) serves as a BURNING(get it) reminder to Richard of his many crimes and general hatred.

That's why Richard is ESPECIALLY afraid of Pumpkin Rabbit...

[annabthesolitarywriter]

For the fic tropes ask: fake dating/pretend relationship

Thank you for the ask! 🙂 I haven't written a fake dating/pretend relationship yet, but I could definitely write it and I have actually thought of two OCs that would be perfect to write into this scenario. Let me introduce you to them (I actually love these two).

Tulisa

She's originally from the Blackroot Vale. Her mother was a prominent highborn and one of the most beautiful ladies in the fief. She was originally supposed to marry its lord, but she was accused of practicing witchcraft and participating in rituals reminiscent of those of the old days of Númenor (when Sauron corrupted Ar-Phârazon and everybody started adoring Morgoth and sacrificing people). As a result, her betrothal was called off and the lord of the Blackroot Vale married someone from the Ringló Vale. (I headcanon that the two Vales have somewhat of a rivalry going on and the fact that her intended married someone from the opposing side caused a major scandal and was a major blow to both her reputation and her family's.) She of course never participated in any weird ritual; she was just more knowledgeable than others in medicine and had read books that were usually meant for those working in the Houses of Healing. She was basically interested in science and people made up horrible lies so that the marriage wouldn't take place.

As the news of her rejection on the lord’s part spread rapidly through Gondor—news of this kind travels fast and Gondorians would never miss an opportunity to gossip about others, demean them and be happy about someone's downfall—she was forced to settle for a minor noble who did not love her and whose family did not approve of her. She quickly got pregnant, but the birth was traumatic and she suffered injuries who left her unable to have any more children in the years that followed. Therefore, Tulisa is her only daughter and the apple of her eye. On the other hand, her father never really cared for her because “she's not a son” (usual Gondorian stuff). He completely neglects and essentially doesn't care whether she's alive or dead. She's completely useless to him and he makes it known at any chance he gets. It is Tulisa’s mother who takes care of her, which is highly unusual. Though her father isn't massively influential in the grand scheme of things, he IS a noble and nobles almost always have a whole array of servants doing things for them. That is most certainly not the case with Tulisa and her mother. The latter took an active role in her daughter’s education and taught her everything she knows. As such, Tulisa is an extremely well-mannered person, kind and very shy. She doesn't talk much, both because she is looked down upon wherever she goes (because of what happened to her both) and because she has a secret that no one knows about. She's aro/ace. I don't think it will be explicitly mentioned in the story but she definitely is. While all of her fellow ladies always had crushes on people, she never experienced them and, for a long time, she thought she had never fallen in love because she simply had not met the right person. That was before she ultimately realized she seemed unable to understand romance (she was puzzled by the concept) and downright disgusted by sexual things to the point of throwing up. She mentioned this to her mother—luckily her absentee, crappy father died early—and, after a lengthy discussion with her, her mother (I still have to think of a name for her, but she's too cool to remain unnamed and too cool not to have her own faceclaim) reaches out to her childhood friend Finduilas (Lady of Lamedon and Ithilien).

Finduilas, who is far more open-minded than most Gondorians, knows the truth about Tulisa and thinks nothing of it, and it is through her that the most suitable candidate for marriage is found, although it is basically just a lucky coincidence. Since marrying Faramir, Finduilas has grown quite close with Imrahil and his family. I headcanon Imrahil and Angbor are/were close friends and Imrahil is very happy at the idea that Faramir married a “proper woman” (he didn't dislike Éowyn altogether, but thought she was not fit for his nephew. His whole attitude was “look, nephew, I don't hate your wife but you could have done SO MUCH better.” Which is kind of ironic since he's the one who saves her at the Pelennor Fields. He admired her a whole lot…before she married into the family).

Anyway, Finduilas is particularly close to Imrahil’s boys and, since she trusts them, she tells them about Tulisa and they unanimously agree that they have the right person for her. And that's where Daron comes in.

Daron

He's originally from Dor-en-Ernil, which is under the jurisdiction of Dol Amroth, so basically…he's from Dol Amroth. He's close friends with Elphir, Erchirion and Amrothos, the four of them grew up together. He's son of one of the Swan Knights; a knight of whom Imrahil was so fond Aragorn created him a lord upon his request (he probably saved Imrahil and a bunch of other people in battle). Daron is well-liked by Imrahil and was raised alongside his children. The four of them were inseparable and went on many adventures together, all kinds of adventures. This is when Imrahil's boys started realizing he didn't like girls…that way. Naturally, they assumed he would like boys. Not really. At one of point ( I think after getting drunk because he would not have mustered enough courage to admit it while sober) he tells them that he thinks there might be something wrong with him. He says that he does like girls, he has crushes on them but cannot bring himself to actually have sex with them.

It's like the initial attraction he feels suddenly fizzles out once he's confronted with the idea of getting down to business (he's ace). Imrahil's boys initially worry about him (they think he has an illness/disease of some kind and then they even suggest he might be mentally unwell due to some kind of trauma he has not shared with them. Once they get over the news, they actually find the whole thing kind of funny and switch to friendly teasing, which Daron finds super annoying).

Daron and Tulisa first meet at Emyn Arnen since Tulisa is one of Enna’s students at her “finishing school” (yes, I know it's not a concept that exists in Middle-earth but it's basically a charity project she comes up with that aims to help both girls who cannot afford an education and established ladies who may want to further their social connections. As Tulisa is extremely shy, her mother and Finduilas hope that she may meet some friends and so they “enroll” her there a few years prior to her wedding (the wedding of course wasn't planned yet since it was a last minute thing). Enna is intrigued by her but respects her boundaries so their conversations are sporadic (when they talk though, they do talk about very interesting things and Enna appreciates her politeness and fine manners. She has her stamp of approval, basically.)

Enna of course asks her if she intends to marry and Tulisa very diplomatically answers that she hasn't thought about it and Enna immediately starts looking around for potential suitors. As she finds no one Tulisa is interested in, she asks her stepmom for help and, upon learning that Finduilas may have found the right person, she sets up a meeting after consulting with Elphir, Erchirion and Amrothos. Daron is floored by her (although he doesn't want her sexually, he thinks she's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen) and they're soon married after getting to know one another a bit and learning they have many things in common.

Their relationship is great. They're besties, they read together, discuss politics and current events together. Daron is sort of an astronomer and they stargaze together and take on their respective hobbies. If they have children, they'll probably adopt a little girl or boy and they'll live as a happy family splitting their time between Ithilien and Dol Amroth.

That's it about these two! You could say theirs is pretty much a pretend relationship in the beginning and technically it is no marriage since I headcanon that a couple must produce legitimate children for the wedding to be accepted and legalized, but they're much happier than all of the Gondorians put together!

I would definitely consider writing them into the story (I definitely will) and I hope readers love them as much as I do!

Faceclaims:

Saadet Aksoy as Tulisa (Sadika hatun from Magnificent Century)

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Gethin Anthony as Daron (Renly Baratheon from Game of Thrones)

That's it! Thank you again for asking!

[itiswormtimebaby]

Content

Steve is thankful for what you have, but knows it could be so much better, so much more.

Pairing: Biker!Steve x Apple (fem!reader)

CW: Masturbation, mature language 

The Three Legged Lizard was a proud fixture in the heart of the city, a Mom and Pop diner that had been around long enough for the owners to be four or five Ma’s and Pa’s removed from the originals. Despite being of no blood relation, the current Ma, Miss Martha, truly did treat you like family; and while it wasn’t the type of place you’d dreamed of working when you were younger, back when your aspirations wouldn’t have even fit through the door, it was hard to imagine leaving it for anything else. No, you’d grown fond of the other staff, Miss Martha was extremely understanding of your circumstance and schedule, and there were a handful of regulars you’d be hard pressed to say goodbye to. However there was one rather large drawback to working at the Three Legged Lizard, mid-day week shifts were brutal in their boredom and, as someone who didn’t work nights or weekends, they were all yours. There was only so much time you could spend with your nose in a recipe book, playing cards with Tori, or wiping down the same few tables. Perhaps that was why you’d been so willing to indulge Steve Rogers affections, well, that and those beautiful blue eyes. 

Even if his appearance hadn’t been so striking you would’ve remembered him, the man never deviated from his order; two slices of apple pie and a black coffee. It was unusual for even the most loyal of regulars to not switch it up at least occasionally, but he never did. While he always seemed to be in a bit of a pensive mood he was never rude and you’d quickly written it off as the byproduct of a long day, you were having plenty of those yourself. Despite how often he came in the flirtation started off rather slowly, lingering looks turned to small talk, small talk turned to a few indulgent brushes of fingers across the others’ hand or arm, a kiss on the cheek…

Months passed that way, the blonde biker worming his way into your thoughts even outside of work hours, turning from a midday companion to a late night fantasy. Pulling out your well hidden toys to try and pick the hunk of silicone that would best replicate the feel of him, pretending dark purple was soft pink flesh; you didn’t need to see it to know that man had a beautiful cock. Last week you’d left the diner at the same time, stopping to get a closer look at his bike before he walked you around back to your car. You’d spent the evening on your dryer, pretending that the heat and vibrations were the result of a different motor, rubbing your cunt against a pair of old pleather leggings in a bid to recreate the texture of his bike’s seat. You’d cum with a gasp of his name, and it only cost you having to avoid his eyes for the rest of the week. You were content to leave things as they were, each encounter giving you more fodder for delicious scenarios in which he bent you over tables, counters, his bike, hell even the dryer. Where you depleted your favorite thrusters charge trying to replicate the peak you knew he could drop you off of, where you rubbed your clit raw to the thought of his mouth, blue eyes peeking up at your from between slick drenched thighs. Yes, you could have your moments and your fantasy, you could keep everything compartmentalized. You were excelling at it as a matter of fact, then he had to go and open his mouth. 

“I’m taking you out.” His eyes were bright, as was his easy grin. He didn’t seem to be asking, rather telling, and though your heart rate spiked at the mere thought, a soft fluttering of butterflies in your stomach finding the command immensely satisfying, you played it off. 

“Oh you are, are you? And if I say I have a boyfriend?” Steve’s eyes widened a nearly imperceptible amount, the thought clearly hadn’t crossed his mind; in all fairness over the months of getting to know each other you’d never brought it up. Even so he was being ofaly bold. 

One eyebrow arched upward in challenge; “Is that what you’re telling me? Because if so I’d say he’s an idiot for not marrying you yet.”  Steve reached out and gently tapped the second finger on your left hand where it rested on the counter between you. “No ring, so either no boyfriend, or a stupid one, and I’m not afraid to fight stupid.” 

You allowed your gazes to lock for a moment before releasing eye contact with a gentle shake of your head; “Something tells me you’re not afraid to fight anything, Steve Rogers. But at any rate…no, no ring, said Idiot,” you used quotations to accentuate his choice of words, “took it in the divorce.” This time it was clear by the increased amount of white that surrounded his iris that he was caught off guard, but he didn’t let it slow his stride. 

“Idiot may be putting it too kindly, then. Either way we’re back to the original point- go out with me?” This time it was phrased like a question, one you were desperate to say yes too, body and mind locked up and screaming YES. YES. YES. Instead you shook your head with a small, sad smile, his name rolling off your tongue in a honeyed tone, one meant to disarm. “Steve…” 

Sure he was taking the news you’d been divorced surprisingly in stride, and maybe if that was the most complicated part of your life you’d be ready to move forward but it wasn’t. You steadied yourself to deliver the final blow, his downturned lips pulling at your heartstrings. No was enough of an answer, a full sentence, but he deserved more than that, you couldn’t have him walk away thinking he’d been reading too much into a one-sided connection. It wasn’t fair. 

Struggling with how to say it you finally went with; “Do you know why I’m so good at making apple pie?” You didn’t pause for an answer, not expecting one with how puzzled his expression betrayed him to be, “It’s because it’s my son’s favorite and I’ve had seven years to perfect it.” 

Steve’s expression morphed into one of complete neutrality, waiting for you to continue. 

“I’m not sure if that’s a deal breaker for you but-” 

Words clashed as you both spoke at the same time “It’s not-” “-but even if it were,” He gestured for you to continue. “Even if it were I can’t, he’s my number one priority, and he needs stability and I can’t risk…” With a guilty expression you gesture at the leather kutte on Steve’s back, not needing to finish your sentence; I can’t risk whatever liabilities come with getting entangled in the life of a tatted up active member of a motorcycle club that doesn’t have the best reputation.

“I don’t doubt you’re a good guy, Steve, and I can’t apologize enough for how selfish I’ve been. It must seem like I’ve led you on, and I suppose I have-”

He cuts you off with a soft but firm no, refuting your words. “Apple, Honey, you don’t owe me a damn thing. You never promised me anything, I never expected anything. But I’m not going to walk it back now and pretend I’m not interested because I am.” 

“If it were just me, well I’d…that is to say, I was, am, interested. This has been great here, you coming in, getting to know you. But I don’t know what this,” you wave a hand between you “looks like outside of here and I can’t risk finding out.” 

Steve nods thoughtfully at your words, you were something special, the two of you could be too, and your little boy…but he knew he couldn’t say any of that, couldn’t rock the boat more than his big mouth already had. “Then don’t,” he finally says instead, “just keep giving me this.”  This being your company at the diner, your easy touches and conversations over pie, your conspiratorial laughs and inside jokes. 

The damned butterflies are back in your stomach, frantically working upwards, a foolish bloom of hope rooting in your chest at his words; “Okay,” you finally respond, voice barely above a whisper. 

Steve leaves shortly after, mind buzzing at your revelations. They didn’t change anything of course, but if he had known to begin with he would’ve altered his approach. The purr of his bike’s engine, a soothing sound on any other day, agitates him as he thinks back to the way you’d gestured at his cut. The club. You were worried about the club.  He’d have to find a way to make you see they were a family, a dysfunctional one at times but family none-the-less, you didn’t need to worry about the rest, that bond, the support it offered, made up for the rest. He weaves in and out of traffic as he speeds across town, knowing exactly where to find the two people he needed most in that moment. 

He doesn’t bother knocking, using his spare key to unlock his sister, Bug’s, door. Just as he suspected he would, he finds both her and his best friend, Bucky, inside. The latter is on the floor, back to the couch seated between Bug’s spread knees, leaning into her touch as she plays with his hair. “Hey!” The girl admonishes, “Knock next time! We could’ve been-”

“Don’t,” Steve calls out, “Finish that sentence.” Something in his expression must appeal to her because she lets it drop, asking him what’s wrong instead. Bucky is also looking at him inquisitively, waiting. Steve gives them the run down as quickly as he can, before finishing with, “but my affiliation with the club shouldn’t be a deal breaker, surely I can show her that, right?” 

Steve glances at his sister for reassurance, she was dating a biker after all, but instead of her normal bright smile he’s met with a guilty grimace. “Honestly speaking I can’t really say I blame her for being a bit…hesitant?” 

Steve scoffs, “Seriously? Isn’t that a little hypocritical?” He gestures towards the brunette who sits up a little straighter between her legs, narrowing his eyes at the blonde as he mouths “what the fuck?” out of Bug’s eyeline. 

“No, it’s not, the club, the bike, the late hours- it’s a lot even for me and our circumstances are wildly different. And besides, you don’t know what she might have already heard around town. Y’know, like if you notched your bedpost for every single man, woman, or other you’d bedded it'd be whittled to a toothpick?” 

The thought of that has him indignant, and worried, with your job it WAS entirely possible you’d heard all the towns gossip; he also felt rather offended, his bedpost wouldn’t be a toothpick, and so rather petulantly he grumbles “That’d be Buck’s, not mine.” This time his best friend doesn’t even both attempting to hide his ire, “What the fuck, Man?!” Steve barely spares a glance his way, and when he does it’s not his anger he takes in, it’s his smile. Bug had clearly just whispered something in his ear that has him lighting up, already moved past his irritation.

There was a sharp pang of longing in Steve’s chest at the sight, and he knew right then he would never be content with the routine you’d settled into together- he needed more.

[dearinglovebot]

Do you think Owen and Claire would be open to the possibility of having another child?

I’d say, overall, it’s not something vital to either of them at any point in the series. that’s particularly shown with claire who kind of scoffs at the whole idea for a while. without the dominoe effect leading them to maisie, I think there’s a strong chance they’d remain childfree in like 90% of all scenarios. maisie has that perfect storm type origin where she’s in need, they’re uniquely equipped to deal with her traumas, and they’ve bonded already. it’s not so much having a child together as it is welcoming a new family member who happens to be 10 years old.

if there was a new kid, there are two scenarios I see: 1. birth control fails. accidental baby appears 2. another adoption.

at maximum, dominion!claire is allowing 1 pregnancy before getting a complete hysterectomy. before that she’d probably just get an abortion (provided it is possible). morning sickness, swollen ankles, and the pregnant waddle is like cruel and unusual torture in her mind. she does not care enough about biological children to do that multiple times. nor do I necessarily think she’d really be interested in actively planning to put herself through it based on how she initially talks about kids. ergo, accidental baby.

I think there’s merit in the semi-common perception that owen would be more open to kids bc i mean half his personality is being a girldad to the raptors. the movies make a point of him being good with kids like gray, zach, and maisie. notably in contrast to claire who is not. but if no kids was a deal breaker for him then he probably wouldn’t have gone after the most child free, steals-candy-from-babies type woman on earth aka jurassic world era claire. her body her choice.

HOWEVER! that is assuming claire is the one getting pregnant. if she could get owen pregnant then she would go mad with power and they’d end up with like 7 kids

but adoption is a lot more likely to me. again, there’s a reason the movies made the narrative choice to give them an adoptive child rather than do a pregnancy plot line. they’re an extremely untraditional family who became that way in very strange circumstances. if put in another situation where they stumble across an orphan with no family, they’d probably take that one too without thinking twice.

I feel that if another child was planned, it would probably be an adoptive one rather than biological. not necessarily a newborn, either. at least school age, because the older a child is, the harder it is to find a permanent placement. I say that partially due to claire’s hesitance with young kids and partially because I do think improving a child’s quality of life would majorly impact the decision. newborns are the most adoptable demographic and thus not a priority for either of them. but they love a problem child who could use some TLC. they’re gonna meet a kid who’s had difficulty staying in one spot and they’re gonna decide that no matter what that kid is theirs now.

[wsknbfanaccnt]

Hello! First of all, I am really happy to have found an active Akashi blog! :)

I have an Akashi x reader scenario request. Well, one of your blogs said you want to write some Akashi drama so I have this idea... I have seen some Akashi comforting his s/o but what about the other way around? okay, this might be more angsty than dramatic but here's the situation:

what about Akashi breaking down because of his dad not approving of his relationship with s/o and instead wants to arrange him with the daughter of a successful business man? so, akashi, being really depressed about it, ends up breaking down in front of his s/o (which is extremely unusual knowing Akashi) and he let's out all of his feelings, also about his bad childhood as his father never really allowed him to have freedom, and it just crushes him that he doesn't even have the freedom to spend his life with the person he loves the most. however, it ends up with his s/o who is there to comfort him (of course) and gives him the courage to confront his father. i don't expect akashi actually confronting his father tho, more a situation where we as the reader listen to akashi who is opening up to us and comfort him.

sorry if this is too specific :')

& don't feel forced to write this scenario please!

Thank you!

Helloooo Anon!

It's been a while since i revisited this acc and I randomly got the urge to write lol but i don't have any ideas

to the inbox we goooooo~

its also been a while since ive written anything but I PROMISE you I still know everything about the love of my life AKASHI SEIJURO heheh

I hope you enjoy this one!

Under the Stars

[ (Y/N), could you meet me at the park tonight? ]

You were surprised to receive a text from your boyfriend at this hour, since usually his time was occupied by the millions of things he needs to do. You understood this of course, which is also the reason why you immediately got up from your bed and put a jacket on. It must be important if he wanted to meet with you in person.

[I'm on my way.]

It was already twilight, but the orange and red hues of the sun still shone through the clouds and onto the grass. Your boyfriend was already there, his red hair glowing in the sun. He was watching you, or rather, admiring you with a small smile on his lips.

"Hey there Sei," you said quite cheerfully, almost skipping as you went to him and sat down next to him. This park was your little hiding spot since it was rather secluded. It was hidden by tall trees, making the entrance easy to miss unless you knew where to look. Often you two come here to look at the stars.

"My love. Always so beautiful," he greeted softly, wrapping an arm around you and placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. Small gestures like these always gave you butterflies, no matter how insignificant it seemed.

"Oh you.." you giggled softly, leaning against him. Not wanting to delay in case there was something wrong, you went right for it. "So... what's up?"

His lips pursed softly, the boy clearly in distress. Akashi let out a gentle sigh, looking up at the sky as he held his hands together and mentally prepared himself to say it out loud.

"I have some unfortunate news. My father... does not approve of our relations. He has already scheduled a meeting for myself and a girl from another family." he said, his voice trailing off at his last words. You had never seen Akashi this lost before.

"What?! He can't do that to you!" you exclaimed immediately, sitting up and looking at him, your expression filled with worry and panic. The boy merely looked down as he played with his fingers, a pained smile curling the corner of his lips.

"It appears.. I have no choice." he mumbled, his voice barely over a whisper. A pang hit your chest at the sound of his voice, and you wished you could take all his pain and carry it yourself.

"Sei... I'm so sorry..." you said softly, carefully wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing him tight. He turned his head away, concealing his emotions as much as he could. This time he stayed silent, biting his lip as it quivered. Akashi slowly moved closer to you, hugging you back as tightly as he could. Being here in his beloved's arms, the scent of her neck, the comfort she brought him, it was worth every single hardship he had endured. But as he reminisced those times, the things he had to go through, and his mother, it became too much for him to handle. You noticed his body started to shake even as he repressed his emotions.

"Hey... Sei? Are you okay...?" you whispered softly, pulling away as worry rose to your chest. Akashi didn't look you in the eye, turning his head away from you in embarrassment as his breath hitched. He remained silent, only the crickets chirping filling the air.

"Please look at me Seijuro..." you didn't want to force him, so you reached your hand out and gently cupped his cheek. He took a deep shaky breath as he slowly turned his head towards you, but never looking at you in the eyes. Your heart broke into a million pieces as you spotted his eyes brimming with tears, his cheeks stained with wetness as well. This was the first time you saw Akashi cry, and it was too painful to bear.

"Oh my darling... I love you so much... Come here baby," you whispered as you pulled him towards you, the boy hiding his face in your neck. You let him cry as long as he needed to, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as you stroked his back. Seijuro was silent as he let his emotions out through his tears, but his body still shaking.

"Cry it out, okay...? You're gonna be okay, you're here next to me. You're with me Sei, you're safe." you muttered softly. You wanted to make sure that he knew that he was allowed to express his emotions, that he could trust you with things like this. Admittedly, you felt happy that Akashi was comfortable enough with you to finally let his walls down. It reminded you of when you first met him; so intimidating and feared by people around him. But you knew better, especially now. He was just a boy, and he never deserved such treatment.

The two of you sat there on the grass holding each other for a long while, just listening to the sounds of the night. The crickets, the low humming sound of the light pole, the scent of the grass and the brush of the crisp, cold breeze. Your head snapped up at the sky, realizing that it was completely dark now. It was a perfect night. You couldn't see the moon anywhere and there were no clouds in the sky. You looked down at the boy that was still snuggled against you, kissing his head.

"Do you wanna look at the stars?" You muttered, breaking the silence between you two. Akashi paused for a second before pulling away, his heart now calm. Still he remained silent, nodding as you laid down on the grass. This time, he snuggled against you, looking up at the stars at well. You held him in your arms, both of your eyes lingering on the twinkling.

"I apologize for tonight, my love. I did not want you to witness me in such a weak state." Akashi finally spoke, taking a deep breath. You could hear in his voice that his throat was still swollen from crying.

"It's okay Seijuro, really. I would rather you cry in my arms than shoulder all your emotions yourself." you reassured him, stroking his hair.

"You know... you are the only other person I have truly let my walls down with," he started, snuggling against her more. Your lips curled into a smile, happy that he felt safe with him.

"My mother was the first," he said quietly, his voice melancholy. You turned his head to him, mildly surprised. He had never talked about his past before, especially not his mother. You knew the basics of course, but this was the first time he brought the subject up on his own. You looked back up at the night sky, listening to him.

"As you know she died when I was very young... 5th grade. My father had been life this since I was born. Strict, unforgiving and cruel. Never once did he allow me to stray from perfection. As a result, any mistakes are deemed completely unacceptable. As if failing meant death." he started, scoffing at the memories.

"It was all to raise me as his heir of course. It almost felt as if he wanted a child for the sole purpose of passing it down to me. This was quite a lot of pressure for a someone that age... for anyone. Though, I wanted to win my father's approval. His attention, his praise... he was still my father after all. Not once did I recieve such treatment from him. I did however, recieved love from my mother," he said, his lips curling to a smile as he reminisced.

"She was beautiful and kind. Gentler than a feather in the breeze. She introduced me to basketball and somehow managed to convince my father that this was a sport that I could use to better improve myself... and thus it was approved. Mother knew exactly how to handle father... it was incredible how she did. She hid her tactics from me to protect me. Because of her I had leisure time. I had fun through the sport. My father was brutal, but it was all worth it because through her I was able to at least peek into the life of a normal child." You smiled, your heart warming at how he talks about his mother.

"After she was gone, Father became more strict than he ever was before. He did not even give me time to cope with her death. I remember that day... he called me to his office and told me the news. As you might expect, I wanted to go to her and see her for one last time. But just as he told me she was gone, immediately he increased my workload without even a hint of rest. Eventually, even satsfaction had been stripped from basketball. Again, I had no place to relieve myself from my worries."

"Then you entered my life. I felt as if I had been risen from the depth of the waters... something I had not experienced in a long while. And not being able to spend my life with you... to lose you similar to how I lost my mother... I could not bear the burden again."

You sniffed unexpectedly, listening to his voice and him telling you about his childhood. Seijuro looked to you and sat up a bit, a worried look on his face.

"(Y/N)... Why are you crying, my love?"

"It's just so sad...! You've been through so much and your mom died and you didn't have anyone but yourself- I feel so bad for you..!" you whined softly, your voice high pitched from crying.

"There is no need to feel pity for me my darling... It is not unusual to me-"

"That's what makes it even sadder...!"

"Oh dear..." but Seijuro couldn't help but smile softly at the sight, feeling relieved. His heart felt lighter, finally being able to express his burdens without fear.

"I love you so much." he said softly, laying down on the grass and placing a kiss on your head as you eventually calmed down.

"I love you too..." you said, sniffing a bit as you layed down next to him, snuggling in his arms.

"Thank you, (Y/N). For being here for me, listening to me always. You make me strong, my dear." he said, slipping his fingers through her hair and smiling up at the stars.

"Of course. I will always be here for you, Sei."

Those words rang in his mind, as he finally relaxed on the grass. As you two lay under the stars and pointed out constellations, he couldn't help but feel that things would be okay, especially with you by his side.

[beelsnack]

Nine to Five - Obey Me! Boys and a Burnt-out MC

*crawls out of a trench* I LIVE BITCHES

Sorry I haven't been active, turns out working 40 hours a week is exhausting. Which is what inspired this piece because there are all scenarios I've imagined in order to get myself through a particularly rough shift.

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Lucifer: It smelled like coffee.

The scent was strong enough to give the human pause. Did they make coffee this morning before leaving for work? They honestly couldn’t remember, but even then, there was no way that the smell would still be lingering throughout the house nine hours later.

They probably would have been a bit more curious if the exhaustion of working all day wasn’t pressing down on them. All they could bring themself to think about was falling face-first into bed. Maybe a nice hot shower to relax their sore muscles if they could stay awake long enough. Even just standing in the doorway taking their shoes off was draining what last precious bits of energy they had.

“Oh, good, you’re back.”

They yelped, almost slamming their head against the wall as they jumped at the sudden noise. 

Standing in the doorway, taking a sip of coffee out of one of their old, slightly chipped mugs, was Lucifer.

“I - huh - you - Lucifer?” they stammered, reeling from the absurdity of the situation. The Avatar of Pride looked completely out of place in their dingy one-bedroom apartment.

“Are you surprised?” he smirked, placing the mug on the coffee table on his way across the room. “You’ve been so busy with work these days, I figured I would come visit you.”

“But aren’t you busy too?” the human asked, finally managing to kick their shoes back into place and meeting Lucifer by the table. “Making sure your brothers don’t set the Devildom on fire?”

“My dear, I would set the Devildom on fire myself if it meant spending an evening with you after so long,” Lucifer engulfed them in a hug, and for a moment they allowed themself to melt into the familiar warmth before they pulled away to look at him.

“So you left Barbatos in charge, right?”

“Of course.”

Mammon: They hated taking the bus.

Standing around in freezing weather waiting for it was awful, it was always crowded and it was late a solid sixty percent of the time, if it even showed up at all. But it was cheaper than buying gas, and parking where they lived was a nightmare, so they had to pick the lesser of two evils.

At least there was room in the shelter this time. The plexiglass didn’t do much to protect them from the wind and the freezing rain, but it was better than nothing.

Shivering, they stared out at the cars driving past with slight envy. Some heat sounded lovely right about now. Even though they were wearing gloves and had their hands shoved in their pockets, they could still feel the tips of their fingers beginning to go numb. 

One of the cars pulled up to the stop. A sleek, silver sports car with tinted windows, definitely the kind that had heated seats. It wasn’t that unusual from someone to get dropped off at the bus stop, so the human didn’t really pay thay much attention until the window rolled down.

“Hey, need a ride?”

THe human’s head snapped up at the sound of the voice. “Mammon?”

“The one and only,” Mammon grinned at them from behind his shades. “Damn, you do this every day? How haven’t you gotten frostbite yet?”

“Humans aren’t that fragile,” the human huffed, stepping up to the car. “But there have been a few close calls.”

“Well, come on, then, get in,” Mammon motioned to them with his head. “Lucifer will string me up if he hears I let your fragile human fingers fall off, and there’s a line of cars behind me about to get real mad.”

They could see the other people at the bus shelter staring at them in the reflection of the car, so they quickly opened the door and hopped in. Almost immediately, feeling began to return to their extremities, and they sighed as Mammon started driving. “Thanks, Mammon.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mammon replied, reaching over to hit a button on the dashboard. Yup, called it, heated seats. “Can’t have my human freezing to death.”

Leviathan: “You’re late.”

It would never fail to surprise them how well the internet connection worked between dimensions. There was no way Levi should be able to voice chat with them from the Devildom but here they were.

“Sorry,” they mumbled, adjusting their headset. “Just got home, boss asked me to stay another hour since someone called off.”

“Tch,” Levi clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Sounds annoying.”

“Kinda,” they shrugged. “But money’s money, y’know?”

“You sound like Mammon,” Levi snorted. “Don’t go doing shady things to pay off debts.”

“I’m not doing anything shady,” they laughed. “Aside from indulging in capitalism but I don’t have much of a choice in that.”

“Rip.” 

They were about to reply when they got a glimpse of themself in the camera. Oof, they looked rough. Their hair was messy, they were practically sliding down their desk chair, and they looked like they were about to fall asleep.

Apparently Levi noticed as well, because his expression twisted into something like concern. “You alright?”

“It was very people-y out today,” the human replied, shrugging. Now that the work flow state had been interrupted, the tiredness was started to seep in and they realized how exhausted they were. But Levi and them gamed the same time every week, and it was the only thing giving them incentive to not just crawl into bed and hide from the world.

“We don’t have to play tonight,” Levi said. “If you’re too tired.”

“No, I want to!” they sat up straighter in their chair. “Really, I do.”

“The raid will still be going on tomorrow,” Levi said, clicking around at something on his screen. “...Yup, 13 hours remaining. You’re not going to be much help if you pass out mid-dungeon, so let’s just save it for later.”

“Levi, are you prioritizing me over video games?” the human play-gasped, pressing a hand to their chest in sarcastic shock. “Be still my heart!”

“Sh-Shut up!” he stammered, blush visible even in the blue light coming from his computer screen. “I’m just not missing out on good loot because you can’t stay awake! It’s not because I care about your wellbeing or anything!”

“Oh my God, you tsundere,” they laughed. “Fine, I’ll go take a nap.”

Satan: “...and then, there was this other guy…”

The human was well aware that they had been ranting and raving for far longer than was probably socially appropriate. But they were tired, both physically and emotionally, and Satan was a great person to bitch to.

The brothers were all under strict orders not to bother them while they were at work, but Satan had heard that and went “challenge accepted.” He showed up after their shift was over to get coffee at least three times a week, and when Lucifer had called him out on it, Satan had smirked and said, “I’m not bothering them while they’re at work, I’m coming to see them after their shift.” And as much as Lucifer had wanted to reprimand him, Satan had gotten him on a technicality.

Satan had long drained his coffee, sitting there and idly drumming his fingers against the empty cup as the human regaled him with horror stories of their job. He looked way more invested than he should have been, honestly.

“Satan, just tell me to shut up already.”

“I would never.”

The human huffed out a laugh, taking a sip of their rapidly-cooling drink. “First of all, you would, and have. Second of all, there is no way you are this into me bitching about people at work.”

“I’m the Avatar of Wrath,” Satan replied. “Bitching is quite literally in my blood. And out of all my brothers, I’m the one who understands how vital it is to let off steam the most.”

“...so then, this absolute Karen comes up…”

Asmodeus: Why did their keys always end up in the bottom of their bag?

All they wanted to do was get inside their apartment and flop down on the nearest comfortable surface, but of course they couldn’t find their keys in the hot mess that was their work bag. They had to be in there, they had definitely locked the door this morning - 

“Ugh, honestly, what is taking so long?”

The human froze as their door opened to reveal Asmodeus, clad in a silk pink bathrobe that they could only assume was the only thing making him decent. He was pouting, hands on his hips. 

“Asmo, what the actual fu-”

“I wanted to see your surprised face when you walked in and saw me all spread out on your bed, but you were taking too long!” he huffed.

“How did you get in my house?” they asked.

“That’s not important!” Asmo grabbed their sleeve and tugged them inside. “The important part is that I have a surprise for you! Well, more than just me being here, which is a delightful surprise all on its own!”

He guided them into their bedroom, gesturing to their bed with a flourish. “Ta-da!”

In the center of the bed was a very large basket filled with various types of spa supplies. Different scented body washes, bath salts, scrubs, face masks, all arranged neatly in the basket with a pink bow tied around the handle.

“Whoa, you got all of this for me?” they asked, stepping up to inspect the products. Quite a few of them were stuff they had complimented Asmo on in the past, but there were a few things that seemed like the demon had tailored them specifically to things that they liked. 

“Of course!” Asmo grinned. “You’ve been working yourself to the bone lately, darling, I can tell. No human of mine is going to have eye bags unless they’re Prada.”

Instinctively, they touched the skin beneath their eyes. Did they really look that bad?

“Oh, don’t look so worried,” Asmo took their face in his hands, thumbs training over their cheekbones. “I’m going to take good care of you tonight.”

Beelzebub: “I really forgot my lunch.”

They could kick themself, they really could. They had been in such a rush to get out the door this morning that they left their lunch on the counter. By the time they realized it, they were already clocking in for their shift. Now they were left staring longingly at the empty spot in the fridge where their lunch would be and trying not to think about how hungry they were.

“Hey,” one of their coworkers called their name. “Some guy out there is looking for you.”

“Huh?” they asked. “Who?”

“Didn’t say his name,” their coworker responded. “Really tall, ginger, built like a brick shit house -”

“Beel?” they stood from their seat. “What would he be doing here?”

Their coworker shrugged, going over to the cupboard to get a plate. “Dunno, but he’s out there.”

Frowning in confusion, they left the break area and poked their head around the corner. Sure enough, there stood Beelzebub in all of his excessively jacked glory. Even in his human form he made most humans look like toys. 

“Beel, what are you doing here?” they made their way over to him. When he noticed them, his face broke out into a wide grin and he reached down to envelope them in a hug. Even in their confusion, they couldn’t resist hugging him back.

“I brought you lunch,” he said, voice rumbling through his torso as he spoke. It took a minute for the human to register what he was saying.

“What?”

“You said you forgot your lunch, so I brought you some,” he held out the bag of fast-food. “You should probably take it before I eat it.”

They had texted Beel earlier bemoaning their forgotten lunch bag, since he would be the most sympathetic towards their plight, but they didn’t think he would actually bring them lunch. They were almost crying with gratitude as they took the bag out of his hands. “Thanks so much, Beel, you’re a lifesaver!”

Beel grinned. “Of course. I would never let you go hungry.”

Belphegor: “You should take a sick day.”

The human shot Belphie a glare, sniffling. “It’s just a cold, Belphie.”

The Avatar of Sloth had invited himself into their apartment, even though he knew they had work in a few hours. At first, they had been impressed that he had managed to get himself up that earlier, but then they realized that it was probably more likely that he had slept all day the day before and was just nocturnal. 

“So?” he asked, stretching himself across their bed. At least he had had the decency to take his shoes off before crashing. “You humans get sick so easily, if you don’t rest up and get better you might die.”

“Not dying from a cold, Belphie,” they replied, rolling their eyes at him in their reflection as they continued getting ready. They talked a big game, but they felt like garbage. It felt like all of the mucus in their body had traveled to their head and someone had run them over with a truck. 

“I thought I was stubborn,” Belphie sighed. He sat up suddenly, leaning forward to wrap his arms around their waist and pull them backwards into the bed. They yelped, thrashing a bit before Belphie maneuvered them into a more comfortable position. “You’re sick, so call off. Your shift doesn’t start for another two hours.”

“But-”

“It’s just going to get worse if you don’t rest,” Belphie put a hand to their forehead. “Are you running a fever? I can never tell with humans, are you supposed to be hotter or colder than demons?”

“How would I know that?” they grumbled, making a valiant but ultimately futile effort to not sink down into the pillows. Belphie was good at making them sleepy on a good day, but when they were sick? Game over. And maybe they did feel a little warm…

“Ugh, fine, maybe I should call off.” they huffed, reaching for their phone. “How dare you be right?”

“Sorry I make better decisions than you do.”

“Don’t make fun of my choices, you were one of them.”

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Characters: gn! reader x Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao, Chongyun, Venti, Dainsleif

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Diluc

When you first start dating, is a man of few words, but definitely shows that he cares. Is the type who sends you flowers but doesn't say anything about it.

Gradually warms up a bit more as time passes.

Is not a fan of public displays of affections but you'll notice that he'll touch you in subtle ways. Touching your lower back to steer you to the right path, touching your shoulder to get your attention, touching your arm when he just feels like it.

You'll catch him looking at you once in a while and when you ask what's wrong he shakes his head and will say something like, "Nothing, just got distracted,"

When you're alone, will lay his head on your lap for whatever reason. Will usually be reading a book and the next time you glance at him he would have fallen asleep, peaceful look on his face.

People will notice that his mood changes when you're around. He's a lot less on edge and will take a more relaxed stance.

People will also notice the gentle look on his face when he talks to you, compared to the stiff look he gives others.

Will give heaps of forehead kisses.

Kaeya

Has no problem showing affection right from the beginning.

Cheek kisser. Anywhere, anytime. Whenever he feels like it, for no reason at all.

When you're out in town, the type who will sneak up behind you, cover your eyes with his hands and ask, breath above a whisper and near your ear, "Guess who?" you know who it is every time.

If not that, then he'll just hug you from behind and "Caught you, you're coming with me," mischievous glint in his eyes.

People will notice how he can't seem to take his eyes off of you.

Is somehwhat flirtatious but always reminds you that you're number one. "I might look like I'm joking, but trust me, I'm serious about you,"

When you're alone, is the type who will take you in his arms, drop you in bed and just cuddle with you while playing with your hair.

Albedo

Doesn't say much when you first start dating. Actually you don't even know when exactly you guys started dating, you just had a hunch that it was happening because he starts to give you kisses on the top of your head whenever you would part ways with him.

When you ask about it, "Hm? Dating...? Yes, I suppose that's what you call it. I'd rather call it as an exclusive privilege to you,"

Asks for your company whenever he can. You don't do much, but just watch him work. He's happy with just being in the same room as you.

Will sometimes be conscious about the fact that you might be bored "Here, would you like to try?" is just an excuse for him to guide your hand on how to do specific alchemy experiments.

When he feels tired and burnt out will just appear next to you and hug you round the waist, rest his head on your shoulder and murmur "Just a small break,"

When you're out in town together and someone comments about it being rare to see Master Albedo accompanied by someone, he would reply back gesturing at you, "They are... My life partner. So, it's only natural you'd see us together."

Life partner=his word to indicate that you're dating

When you're alone, would ask you to fix his hair or tie his hair up cause "you're the only one who knows how to do it properly, aside from me,"

Childe

Absolutely cannot keep his hands to himself.

Always greets you with some form of hug, usually bear hugs or let me nuzzle into your neck hugs.

Would glue you to his hip if he could.

Visibly happy in public with you, dotes on you and asks you what you'd like to do today.

People can literally see hearts hovering around his head when you're around.

Hand holding a must.

Will not let you do any manual work or labor. Got something to carry? Will take it from you. Need to wash the dishes? Just use his vision. Having trouble with that jar? He might break it for causing you so much trouble.

When you're alone, will always be the big spoon and trail kisses on your neck.

Has a permanent smile plastered on his face when he sees you. "You're just too cute!"

Zhongli

This man is gentle and yet manages to be firm about what he wants, which is you, and no one else.

Does not show a wide range of emotions, he's either calm and collected or agitated and cautious, depending on situations that concern you.

Agitated and cautious because he feels like you're such a fragile thing.

Will enjoy watching your face light up at his suggestions and will get that soft hint of a smile on his face. "Strange, this effect you have on me. Quite an extraordinary thing, and that would be saying a lot considering I've been around for thousands of years,"

When he accompanies you out to town will walk a step behind you but regularly check on you by standing next to you, and reaching out to touch your shoulder that is further away from him. Thus you're momentarily in a semi-side hug. "Everything alright?"

When someone in public comments about you and him making a cute couple, he feels a sense of pride and confirms it. "It is as you say. I wonder from time to time how I've managed to have someone like them stay with me,"

When alone with you, is the type to pull you on their lap and keep you there for as long as he can while he works.

Xiao

Is totally a cold one even if you start dating. But it doesn't mean that he doesn't care, he just has his own way of showing it.

However the more you grow on him the more you find out that he gets flustered unusually easy.

When you suggest a date, for example, his face will get that subtle hint of red. "I-I don't have time for that,"

Sometimes he would say he wouldn't want to do something with you, but then when he finds out you went and did it by yourself he gets moody. "Huh? You already went to get ice-cream?!" will glare at nothing in particular until you say you can go with him next time. "Fine..."

Has periods of being worried that you're tired of him. You know when it happens because he gets quiet, and he will suddenly just grab your wrist, look at the ground, and mumble "... I know I'm not the best at showing and saying how I feel but..." you understand anyway, and are happy with just that.

Is actually extremely possessive. Usually will not hold your hand when walking around town but when a man somehow approaches you he's there in the next second and pulls you into a back hug while staring the guy down.

When you're alone, loves to have you lay your head on his lap and have quiet conversations with you.

Chongyun

is a shy boi and rather unsure of himself.

will gain confidence along the way.

“U-Uh, would you like to hold hands, maybe?” you tell him he doesn’t have to ask at all but he still asks the first few times anyway

Is very thoughtful about your schedule and workload, will constantly worry about you when you seem like you’re tired or overworked

When he knows you’re too tired he gets this sudden assertive side of him “That’s enough for today isn’t it?”

Will add a kiss to your temple, on the side of your forehead.

Sometimes will start to panic about something and turns to you for help. It’s actually something easy to solve so you help him and he would sigh and say “What would I do without you?” and leans in for a hug.

When you’re alone, has a surprisingly assertive side that pulls you in for a hug whenever he feels like it. Sometimes you’d fall together in bed and just cuddle while talking.

Venti

“A-ha! There you are!” will open his arms and wait for you to come to him. If you do, he does his trademark laugh and hug you tight. If you don’t, will stare at you with a questioning face but break into smile and say “Oh, too shy cause we’re out in public? Come on, it’s just a hug!” 

Has no issues telling everyone in town that you’re a couple. “Oh yea, have you met Y/N here? Cute right?...And all mine!” Cue the trademark laugh again.

loves to sit on the sofa, lean his back on the arm of it and have you in his arms just looking down at you do your own thing, mostly reading. If not, then just taking naps with you there.

When the two of you are alone, he sometimes gets this sad or thoughtful look on his face, which is super rare on his usually cheerful demeanor. You would ask what’s wrong and he would snap back to reality saying, “...I was just thinking about...how it would be without you,” jumps back quite quickly and grins, “but that’s not gunna happen, you’re stuck with me till the end!”

Out in public when someone comments you’re such a cute couple he would readily agree and give you a side hug, arms round your shoulder, cheek pressed up against yours. “We’re the cutest you’ll ever see!”

Dainsleif

the definition of protective is this man

is very subtle with his touches, affection and words, but despite that you can feel his unparalleled loyalty to you and is surprisingly gentle.

loves to greet you with a one handed hug and a kiss on the side of your lips.

Out in town, will start off just walking beside you but you wouldn’t even notice when he had slipped his hand in yours. His type of hold is the type of hold that makes you feel like he’s never letting go until you do.

While out adventuring with you, will have these moods where he’s just clingy. Will pull you by the wrist, trap you in between him and a tree and lean in for a kiss on the lips, gently.

Will pull back a moment later, cheeks flushed pink and apologize. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” 

loves to have you lean on his shoulder when you rest, and will watch you doze off peacefully.

[chounaifu]

🔪 NSFT Headcanon Post

B i s e x u a l

Proton doesn't get any sort of emotional gratification from sex. Maybe a sense of intimacy and closeness, but there aren't any deeper feelings attached to the action. Sex =/= love or affection. He's fucking for the body feels and nothing more.

Sex is usually stress relief or an addictive dopamine hit in the moment. It's very casual and he isn't shy about it. At all. If someone is interested, he's an open book with them.

It takes more than looks to seduce him or get him interested. He's into strange, bizarre and unusual personalities, not just an appealing face or body.

Very much a phyaical switch, but he's going to take charge regardless. He'll either be a highly possessive top or an aggressive power bottom, but he finds pure submission extremely boring. Whatever role fits the scenario or the partner, he isn't too picky and doesn't have a solid preference. Don't ever insult or belittle him if you manage to get him on bottom though, he'll make sure you never speak again. (Literally.)

Nothing is vanilla or sweet, and he's not interested in milquetoast sex partners. The man is an emotional and physical sadist and LOVES to bleed his partners, and push them to their absolute limits. He drinks up strong displays of emotion and has no issue doing whatever it takes to break his partner in all the best ways. If they're teary with pleasure and overstimulation by the end, Proton is very pleased.

The knives are coming with him to the bedroom, but he doesn't need them to break skin, he'll gladly use teeth. He goes wild for blood and saliva, and makes a mess of it.

Shibari is an A+ in his book, he prefers to be the rigger though.

Seldom is he satisfied with just one round of sex, especially if he has a loud and responsive partner. It's not unusual for him to use his fingers or even an open mouth gag to keep that jaw wide open so he can REALLY hear his partner. He himself doesn't make much sound though, aside from hisses and stuttered breaths.

Speaking of fingers, he's extremely hands on and enjoys manipulating his partner's body, whether that's positioning them, grabbing their throat, pinning their wrists, or latching onto hair. The hands are always busy.

He doesn't fuck and tell. Sex doesn't preoccupy his mind outside of when the urges get to him. You'll never see this guy walking around and talking about who he's had sex with or what he's into unprompted.

[catgirlforkaeya]

unexpected affection

kaeya x gn!reader

fluff

submission: “a scenario of kaeya waking up to see his s/o who is usually shy when it comes to physical contact, intertwining his hand with theirs and holding it close to them? ( s/o is still asleep when he already woke up )”

warnings: all lowercase + not proofread

a/n: the title for this is awful i am sorry i cannot come up with creative titles at all 😭

the golden light of the morning sun was beginning to seep in through the curtains. the warm light shone on both of your resting figures, only disturbing one of you though.

kaeya let out a small groan, a little annoyed that the sun was starting to disturb his sleep. he went to turn onto his other side to try and avoid the light, but something was holding his hand in place. opening his heavy eyelids, he saw a very… unexpected sight.

you had his hand intertwined with yours, holding it tightly and pressing it against your chest. you were still lost in slumber, unbothered by the sun since you had your back turned to it. your face had no expression on it, just pure calmness.

it was very unusual for kaeya to see you like this. ever since the early days of your relationship you’d been extremely shy when it came to any physical contact. that didn’t stop you two from cuddling, but kaeya was always the one to initiate it. anytime he’d give any affection you’d always be a shy mess. he couldn’t recall any time that you’d started any form of physical contact with him. he didn’t take any offense to it, he knew that you just weren’t used to this kind of stuff.

he was just shocked to see you like this. he honestly had no words— the only thing he could do was admire you while his heart fluttered ever so slightly. he didn’t move at all— he didn’t want to disturb you. you looked so peaceful laying there asleep with his hand in yours. the last thing he wanted to do was interrupt your sleep.

—

kaeya didn’t even know how much time had passed. he had closed his eyes and was just about to fall back asleep when you let out a yawn. opening his eyes, he saw you open yours at the same time. you gave a tired smile— very unaware that you still were cuddling with his hand.

“good morning, love,” kaeya’s voice was a little deeper than usual and kinda raspy/gravelly— his normal tone for his morning voice.

“mornin’,” you mumbled, eyelids still feeling heavy.

“y’know if you ever want something to cuddle with, all you have to do is ask,” a sly grin came across kaeya’s face as he nodded down to your hands. he let out a chuckle at how flushed you got within seconds.

you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. you just buried your head into kaeya’s chest, his soft laugh echoing in your head. he wrapped his arms around your torso, giving a small kiss on the top of your head.

you two laid like that for awhile, eventually getting dragged back into slumber for a few more minutes.

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[shingia]

hopefullyy this inspires u to write,,, can i request hc's of the boys getting jealous seeing their s/o work well with another person on a team/club? like good chemistry with a dance partner for example! (u can choose who u write but can it include iwa!!) <33

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS SEEING YOU WORK WELL WITH ANOTHER PERSON ✗

a/n : kdjfkdjdkdj i love this request omg ty ! i did half hc/half scenarios bc i thought the request fitted this format <3

-> iwaizumi, osamu, kuroo, suna, tsukishima

-> warnings : kuroo’s a bit suggestive (tbh i don’t know about the rest. it’s just... kinda hot? (tsukki’s only fluff tho<3))

-> reblogs are >>>>

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s jealousy was practically non existent until he actually saw you interact with your partner

• don’t get me wrong, he absolutely loves your smile - but he especially loves to be the one who caused it

• he tends to get physically very protective of you, so expect his arm to stay wrapped around your shoulders most of the time. because to him it’s the easiest way to show the world (but especially your partner) that you’re his

• he also not-so-subtly offers you to wear his clothes on days when you have practice. and he secretly hopes that someone will ask you who they belong to...

« it’s cold outside. you should wear this ». iwa’s low and unannounced voice makes you turn around in surprise. leaned against the bathroom’s doorframe, he’s holding your favorite jacket in his hand - the one with his name written on the back, and you suspect that this might not be a coincidence... with a chuckle, you agree to put it on, noticing the proud spark in his eyes. « you know, i’m pretty sure everyone already knows i’m dating you » you tease him with a wink, all while also admiring the way his name takes up the whole width of your back. « oh yeah ? » he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leans forward to rest his hands on the sink behind you. trapped between his outstretched arms, you watch his smirk grow just a little bit bigger as he lets out, very quietly, « well this is just a reminder... it better be the last ». his green eyes locked with yours could almost make you forget about his arm snaking around your waist at a painfully slow pace. almost.

— OSAMU

• look, he’s very happy for you. no doubt about it. but he’s so used to see people fawn over his brother that he can’t help but get a little protective from time to time

• since gifts are his #1 love language, he might buy you a workout-friendly piece of jewelry that you can wear during your practice

• he also insists on dropping you off and picking you up as often as his busy schedule allows it. especially since he learned that your partner was willing to give you a ride home...

• it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, obviously. he just doesn’t trust them yet

• and that’s why his kisses - and pda in general - are a bit more « intense » than usual

leg bouncing up and down, osamu is (very) anxiously for your conversation with your teammate to end. because after watching the entirety of your practice, he needs a little reminder that you two also have incredible chemistry together... a better one, even. so as soon as he sees you wave your teammate goodbye, he stands up straight, arms open just wide enough to welcome you against his chest. but instead of the chaste kiss you expected to get, you’re actually greeted by his left hand grabbing your sides while his right meets your lower back. disconcerted, you don’t even have time to say a word that his mouth crashes onto yours so eagerly that you have to lean back a few inches. « wh-what was that for ? » you pant as soon as his warm lips have left yours. « nothing. i love ya, that’s all » he smiles innocently, glad that you didn’t notice the cocky look he just gave your teammate who witnessed everything from afar... exactly as planned.

— KUROO

• passive agressive™️

• he would insist on properly meeting your partner but oh god they better brace themselves,,,

• because kuroo’s the kind of boyfriend that will shake their hand hard enough to make them yelp, all while having an angelic smile plastered on his face

• oh and you can forget being called by your name : he’s going to demonstrate the entire variety of nicknames he has for you. he might even come up with new ones just because he’s feeling « inspired »

• every single thing he says to your partner has to be a reminder that you two are dating. like « oh yeah they told me about this yesterday.. during our date ». just to make sure that there’s no misunderstanding.

« well... speak of the devil », kuroo hears you chuckle, your voice almost drowned out by his heavy breathing. he’s obviously planing on apologizing for being late... but not now. there’s something he wants to do first. still very aware of your partner’s presence right in front of you, he decides to securely yet eagerly wrap his arms around your waist before spinning you around proudly. « so... you guys were talking about me ? » he asks, glad to know that he’s the reason behind your giggles. « we were, actually » you answer a bit more seriously as he finally puts you down, still keeping both his hands on your waist. « well, i am your boyfriend after all... » he starts, interrupting himself to place a loud peck on your jawline. the only thing you can think is about is how awful this situation must be for your partner... kuroo, on the other hand, doesn’t seem bothered at all, as shown by the way one of his hands discreetly makes its way under the fabric of your t-shirt to rest directly on your skin. « hands off, kuroo » you order him with a slap on the back of his hand. an offended gasp leaves his lips, yet he complies reluctantly, thinking that your partner probably already knows everything that needs to be known about him.

— SUNA

• he doesn’t really mind it... as long as you’re willing to cuddle once you get back from practice. if you’re not, then he’s gonna start to worry

• because cuddling is probably his favorite ‘boyfriend privilege’ and he doesn’t want it to be taken away from him

• his schedule is pretty tight so he might not be able to attend any of your practices, but he asks you to record it as much as you possibly can so that he can watch the videos with you afterwards

• and seeing how smoothly you and your partner move together definitely doesn’t help with his worrying

it’s been thirty minutes now, and suna’s still not done watching the videos you took today. he loves to share these moments with you, snuggled up against each other the bed ; but most importantly, he has someone to keep his eye on... « babe- are you 100% sure that this was part of the choreography? » he suddenly speaks up, his eyes leaving the screen for the first time. you quirk a curious eyebrow, more surprised by his unusually suspicious tone rather than by the question itself. « oh, the hand on my waist ? yes, rin. it was ». at your words, his lips press into a thin line, he’s obviously far from being convinced. but you know your boyfriend well and you’re quick to reassure him : « you know, his hand might have been on my waist but you’re the one laying in my bed right now ». the frown on his face disappears almost immediately - much faster than you would’ve thought, replaced by a much more confident expression as his hands start to gently stroke your sides up and down. « mmh, i guess you’re right.... i mean, at the end of the day, only i get to have ‘all of this’ for myself » he smirks, playfully eyeing you up and down until he can’t resist the temptation of your slightly parted lips anymore.

— TSUKISHIMA

• tsukki’s not jealous, he’s just... well.. cautious. or at least that’s what he tells you

• but, deep down, he knows that simple cautiousness wouldn’t make spend his days and nights stressing about this new partner of yours...

• so, after a few weeks, his impassible facade starts to crumble a little bit. nothing too extreme, but just enough to let your partner know that you’re taken.

• and he knows he doesn’t need to do much : one of his signature scornful looks is more than enough. especially when he’s staring at your partner dead in the eyes while you’re greeting him with a hug and a kiss after your practice

« tsukishima kei, i’m waiting for an explanation ». with a sigh, your boyfriend drops his book on the table, turning his chair around to face you. « i don’t have one, i already told you. you told me to introduce myself, and i did. end of story ». you both know that tsukki did not just ‘introduce himself’ like any other human being would have done. and that’s precisely what you’re trying to make him admit - because your partner looked genuinely scared during practice today. « wha- no, i didn’t look down on him. it’s not my fault he’s so short... » he mumbles under his breath, trying his best to avoid any eye contact with you. but you know that only a slight tilt of his chin upwards is enough to make his eyes lock with yours - and that this is enough to have him admit anything. « you’re jealous, kei. and it’s painfully obvious by the way... » you smirk - but this smirk disappears in a split second as he slowly gets up from his chair, towering over you like he usually does. « ok, maybe i am. but i just wanted to make sure that he knew his place. and especially mine » he finally admits, his lips spreading in a scornful smirk that would be terrifying if his eyes weren’t filled with the infinite tenderness he has always felt for you.

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