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Ramblings about Harusono's works and like friendships and intimacy because I can
I put this under a cut cause it got so much longer than I intendedđ
So like I seen some people point out the like weird almost pre romance vibes between sasaki and Hirano. Like I was thinking maybe this just comes from Harusono not being very good at writing friendship and the desire to be closer and admiration without making it seem romanticđ. Because like Butai ni Sake it's about theatre and coming out of your shell and friendship and it's cute and great but then there's like THIS
(these are just some examples there's more though)
AND IT'S LIKE WEIRD cause like it FEELS romantic but it's NOT. It's not meant to be romantic. Butai ni Sake is not a bl and it's not a romance. So then WHY IS IT SO DAMN ROMANTIC?? I feel like this comes from in part due to Harusono's artstyle which is flowery and pretty and light and soft and makes everything a little bit more romantic and the way she draws characters looking at each other with just like pure LOVE in their eyes and even though it's platonic or is not meant to be romantic, it just FEELS so just intimate and romantic.
And it's like this beautiful intimacy of the friendships, Maki and all of Asahi's middle school friends trying to get into the same high school as him because they miss him even though he went ghost, and Asahi and Imari wanting to act together forever and in the future choosing to make a theatre troupe, and Botan just KNOWING all of her friends so so well, the entire theatre club traveling to give Asahi a ride to school so he would be comfortable, Tsumugi and Imari being childhood friends and knowing each other so well that even when Tsumugi says he hates Imari he still wants him around (they need to be studied I swear), Asahi's middle school friends going to see him in the play and being so happy he's doing well despite his changes. These are all just beautiful moments of friendship but like when Harusono writes and draws it, it FEELS more intimate than friendship. It's like these are moments of friendship but the way they are portrayed is just woah.
Anyway back to sasahira lmaođđ the whole like thing in the stairwell from the light novel, it IS romantic framing and it's weird cause this is a friendship and they recently met and it shouldn't be as intimate as it feels but it is. ALSO it reminds me of the first chapter in Adachi to Shimamura. Also I feel like we don't talk enough about how like Kagi and Sasaki are kinda similar but also very different but like not that much, but Sasaki isn't Kagi and Hirano isn't Miyano which is exactly why their relationship isn't romantic because they're THEM. (does that even make sense lmao đ)
BUT LIKE ALSO she does know how to write friendships without them seeming romantic or weirdly intimate because we see that in Butai ni Sake and Sasaki to Miyano, the friendships between Miyano and Tashiro Shirahama and Kuresawa, Botan and Asahi, Ogasawara and Sasaki, Hanzawa and everyoneđ, the art club director and Asahi.
And it's now it's like really weird because we have these friendships that don't seem strangely Intimate or romantic and it's like, so maybe that is intentional? And it's like WHY THOUGH?? Or maybe it's not intentional and it's just a result of misinterpretation? I'M LOSING IT OH MY GOSHđ
Okay that's it for now thanks for sticking around to read it if you made it this far, I would love to hear otter people's thoughtsâșïž
#take a drink everytime i say likeđ#or alsođ#i need them all under a magnifying glass#sasahira#sasaki to miyano#hirano to kagiura#<-kinda#butai ni sake#dammfandomm#dammrandomm#sasaki shuumei#hirano taiga#shou harusono
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re4r more like yes đźâđš they are in fact serious, leon đ€š and noâïž they are totally not đ
kidding you đŹ
#i'm like.. babe aren't u tired of using these 2 phrases all the time???đđđ i love him sm đ«âïž#new drinking game idea: take a shot everytime leon says either of these i promise ur getting drunk real fastvfjfjfjggk#re4r spoilers
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[Random Task force 141 Ă gen z! member headcanons]
A/N: Reader goes by the codename Teddy in my writing! Along with she/her pronouns :) I am also extremely biased with Ghost so her main pairing is more towards with him compared to the others <3. I know absolutely nothing about the military so this is not accurate I am so sorryđ.
CWs: Dark Humor, Age gaps, Simping, crude humor, cursing. (not sure what else but lmk!)
Chances are, you're the youngest in the entirety of Task Force 141. Just a good couple of years younger than Gaz.
When Laswell brought her in to meet the group, they couldn't help but stare at her in confusion. A tiny girl who couldn't have been older than any of them. Soap couldn't help but chuckle while Ghost nudged him in the side to shut him up.
"This is your new rookie on the team, her callsign is Teddy. Treat her well."
All the men nodded, watching the younger woman shyly smile and wave towards them.
First they realized that her humor was, in Ghost's words, fucked.
Any minor inconvenience had her saying she wanted to be hit by a car or some type of bodily harm, Price quickly whirling around with eyes widened. "Now, I don't think that warranted that kind of response, don't you think?" "Oh it definitely did, Captain." And she'd walk away without another word.
He swears he gets gray hairs from everytime you make casual talk of you dying. He actively tells the others to check on you bc he genuinely don't know if you're serious or not.
Ghost is not up to date with shit, man uses no social medias oncesoever so everything she spouts is wildly out of pocket. References to basic things like tiktok, Twitter, Instagram? He just silently stares at you like you're on drugs. You can't really use your personal phone on base but you try your best to explain memes to him. He sighs and rubs his forehead with a groan of "I'm too old for this shit, teds." "Oh come on! You have to at LEAST know the meme about the marines eating crayons!" "What the fuck are you on about?
The only ones who know vaguely what the fuck you're on about sometimes are Gaz and Soap, despite them still being a few years older.
Granted, they are not caught up with everything but they actively make it a point on leave to try and be up to date bc of you and your mannerisms. Plus it makes you happy when they fire back a quote they learned.
Can yall imagine Soap on tiktok, what random shit he'd have on his fyp bc he doesn't know how the algorithm works đ.
Teddy has made every single one of them a personal playlist when she does have her phone, Soap once caught her adding songs and hasn't stopped teasing her since. Price and Ghost pretend not to care and barks at Soap to leave her alone but they're equally curious. Ghost contemplates stealing her phone to see it.
Doesn't matter how serious or dark their job may be, you simp for fictional characters, loudly. Price has learned to tune it out, Ghost although slightly jealous, finds it endearing, Gaz and Soap indulge you and will actively ask about why you like the characters you do and how much you love them bc they like to see you excited. It's a nice feeling when they're always in life or death missions.
You're the smallest one in here okay, everyone can easily throw you without batting an eye so they all take turns training you! They all despite knowing you can take care of yourself, would still like to teach you all they know so should you come against a taller/stronger opponent, you'll be okay.
You are the most protected person in the entire squad, esp when going out for drinks, Ghost will put you in the middle between him and Price and basically make a wall of muscle around you. He says he doesn't care and that he just doesn't want to be pestered by creepy people coming up to you but he will literally stare down any man or woman who even tries. He is the creepy one in everyone else's scenario. Soap just laughs and tosses back his drink.
They all notice your ticks and tells, seeing your leg start to shake when you're anxious, when you start cracking your fingers when you're restless, how you will avoid eye contact at any cost. They start to find ways to soothe you in their own ways. Price will give you a pat on your shoulder, sending you a smile.
Gaz nudges you with his body to take your attention off the situation, or he'll simply start asking you random dumbass questions just to see your face change.
Soap will, if he has gotten permission before, just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder, running around with you while you scream for him to let you go. Is also not against tickling you straight up to get you to smile.
Ghost tried to be as subtle as he can be. If yall are sitting close to each other, he'll make sure some part of his body is gently pressed against yours. Whether it be his foot, thigh, hand, some part of him will ground you. You try and reassure him that you know he doesn't care for personal touch but he just says to shut up.
Meeting Graves was a trip, for everyone involved besides you and Grave. Absolutely having no control over calling him a irl Fix it Felix. You were on Graves shitlist and honestly you wouldn't be surprised he betrayed yall for that one comment bc of how angry it made him.
Constantly being told to be quiet, but you cannot help it and will make little quips over comms. Ghost takes after you and starts to say horrible "dad" jokes that make you choke trying to hold back. Soap hates both of you and calls you unfunny.
They realize you're impulsive, especially when you show the amount of tattoos you have.
"I joined the military to fund my tattoo addiction." "You know what? That's not even a surprise."
Going home on leave is always a bitter experience, you never look excited to go home. So one of the guys (usually ghost) will offer you to come with them. It helps 3/4 all live somewhere in England so it's easy to see them/ take trips to their place.
They're all attached despite knowing better. They can't help it and they know they care for you so much more than other force members.
Ghost and Soap bristle when Alejandro makes a mention that he'd offer you a spot in his team, impressed with how you can take opponents twice your size.
"ÂżTe interesarĂa quedarte en MĂ©xico?"
"The Hell she will."
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#okay this got rambley real quick but hey its my blog i can do what i want#ghost <3#soap <3#price <3#gaz <3#call of duty#call of duty x reader#cod x reader#gen z!reader#simon ghost riley x reader#soap x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#john price x reader#headcanon#kayla writes <3#fem reader
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geto headcanons âౚà§ËâĄË àŁȘ
my bad for edging u guys with false promises of content đ please accept my apology in the form of cute and silly geto headcanons :]
heâs really sentimental (w some ppl, apparently not his parents) but secretive about it, like he probably has a box hidden deep under his bed of cards, gifts and notes given to him over the years
feeds stray animals behind peoples back
heâs in touch with his feminine side, like he has an in-depth skincare and shower routine, you will NOT catch him lacking
if youâre in a relationship with him, his go to when he messes up is leaving flowers and a note at your door
the type of guy to listen to you talk shit but never say anything mean himself
heâs probably a really good cook, mama geto does not play in the kitchen.
remembers little things people tell him
^^ because of this he gives the most meaningful gifts
doesnât really like people touching his hair but still lets you and his girls do silly hair styles on him
probably really uncomfortable with people touching him, he and gojo probably had fights because gojo kept slapping getos butt despite geto telling him not to
the type of guy to have piercings that arenât super noticeable right away (same with tattoos)
i feel like heâd be terrible at drawing and he thinks itâs no big deal until everyone wants to play pictionary (everyone has pictures of his art saved in their phones for blackmail purposes)
probably plays guitar in his free time
i feel like heâd like nu metal music but also oldies like marvin gaye or something
trivia goat, he knows so much about random things
also i feel like heâd love watching movies in his free time, he seems like a horror movie kinda guy
i feel like heâd have a cat that he literallt treats like his kid
play video games with gojo and gen gets so angry bc he gets his ass beat everytime without fail
i know heâd get to cheating after a certain point too, heâd probably cover gojos eyes or âaccidentallyâ unplug gojos controller
unintentionally a backseat driver
did matching stick and poke tattoos for him gojo and shoko in highschool
he may have lost every fight heâs been in but he will NOT lose and argument, when they go low, geto goes lowER
i feel like heâs unaware of his looks, like sometimes he gets free drinks and compliments but assumes people are just being nice or heâs just lucky, not that heâs actually super handsome (hello sailor ;)
pin and sticker collector, but he doesnât do anything with them like he just has them
really good at first person shooter games (but gojo refuses to play those with him)
i feel like heâd read books catered to a female audience and heâd be kind of embarrassed about it, like what do u know about girl interrupted đ€š
his closet is like 80% band tees
takes games so seriously, like heâs very competitive especially w gojo
when heâs feeling indecisive about something he literally asks an 8ball
.5 iphone picture victim, his girls constantly sneak in .5 pics of him
always wakes up early to make a good breakfast
literally gives the warmest hugs ever, his hugs could stop a person from crying
monster drink addiction
takes most of his skin/hair care from his girls, probably online shops with them too
hates shopping in person like in malls so whenever the girls want to shop he just gives them his card and tells them to keep their phones on
carries medicine on him at all times just in case, heâs prepared
#jjk#jjk headcanon#jjk imagine#jjk imagines#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen headcannon#jjk smau#jujutsu kaisen imagine#jujutsu kaisen hcs#jjk hcs#jujutsu kaisen smau#jujutsu kaisen geto#geto fluff#geto headcanons#getou#geto#geto x reader#jjk geto#geto suguru#suguru geto#jujutsu geto#suguru geto hcs#getou suguru x reader#geto x you#geto imagines#geto drabble#geto hcs
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hii! So I've never made a request before- but I was wondering if you could write a sunshine!reader Ă spencer where reader is a but dimmer(less sunshiney? Idk lol) than usual? Something sort of fluffy and comfort like if that makes sense :) I love your work sm and i saw your requests were open so- <33
Hii lovely ty for the requestđ„°! And thank you for loving my work, ilyđ hope this is okay. Warnings: fluff, reader is a bit upset, mentions of food/drink, use of pet names(0.9k)
You come to work without your usual cheery aura. You greet everybody with a smile, but Spencer sees right through it. He can tell the difference between your real smile, and between this fake smile. I mean, he would be kind of a bad boyfriend if he couldn't differ them.
Spencer comes up to your desk, his hand immediately finds yours, "hi, sweetheart."
You look up at him, fake smile already plastered on your pretty face, "hi, Spence."
"Are you okay?" Spencer whispers, trying not to draw any attention to you.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I just didn't sleep well," you respond way too quickly so Spencer knows you're lying right away.
"Really?" Spencer asks softly, trying to get the real answer.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Really." You form another fake smile on your face. But Spencer doesn't push you, he knows you'll tell him in your own time if you want to.
Spencer squeezes your shoulder lovingly, and lets you get back to work. And even though he isn't going to try, and force you to tell him what's wrong, he's not letting it go.
Spencer settles on the plan to try to cheer you up, even if just a little.
Spencer goes to grab a coffee to a little café near the Bau so he grabs a drink and some sweet pastries for you as well. He even buys you a flower, just one simple flower not a bouquet, but it's your favourite so he hopes that you'll like it.
As soon as Spencer gets back to the office he makes a beeline for you. You don't notice him coming, too focused on the papers, until the beautiful flower is right in front of your face.
"Oh," you yelp in surprise, small but genuine smile right away on your lips, "what's this?"
"This," he also puts the drink and the pastries on your table," is for you."
"For me? Why?" you ask a little confused, but Spencer already can see that your mood has been lifted even if just a bit.
"Just because," Spencer beams at you.
You raise your brows at him, "just because?" you giggle. Your giggle makes Spencer almost melt away.
"Yeah, " Spencer shrugs his shoulders. He would have bought you thousands of flowers if it meant that you would smile at him like this again. He overwhelmingly wants to kiss you, but he just can't kiss you in the middle of the office.
He decides that a little peck on your cheek wouldn't hurt. He quickly looks around, and then does it.
You cheeks go rosy, "thank you, handsome. This is really nice."
"Of course," Spencer smiles at you one more time before he leaves you be. He sits at his desk, and takes a sip of his coffee.
It's missing the very much needed sugar, even if he did ask for more sugar at the café It's still not enough. He goes straight to the small office kitchen.
You notice Spencer going there, and follow him. You can't believe how sweet Spence is. I mean, you know he's literally the sweetest person on the earth, but still it takes you by a surprise every time. It makes you love him even more everytime, too.
You swear, you were very close to crying when he brought you the flower. You haven't been feeling very well since the morning. It's just one of those days when you wake up with an upset mood, and there's no actual reason behind it. It's just this way sometimes.
You know Spencer noticed this bad mood. And of course, he's trying everything he can to make you feel better without being forceful. So you want to thank him again.
"Hi, sweetheart, need more sugar too?" Spencer notices you straight away.
"No, I just wanted to say thank you again, Spence," you say sheepishly.
"No need to say thanks again. I'm glad you like my little surprise," Spencer can't help it when you're around him, his hand immediately lands on your hip.
You try to give him a smile, but you just anxiously look at him, "I just... Y-you were right. I-I don't feel good today."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Spencer softly asks in hushed voice, his hand starts to do circles on your exposed skin where your sweater has risen.
"Can we talk about it later?" You don't feel like talking about it right now. Especially not at work. You'd rather do it later with Spencer's arms around you.
"Definitely, lovely. You can come to my apartment if you want to. We don't even have to talk, we could just put on a movie or something. Does that sound okay?" Spencer proposes unsurely, he doesn't want to make you even more sad. He wouldn't survive it for sure. He's so used to your happy smiles and cheerful mood that it's weird seeing you so sullen. He doesn't like seeing you like this at all, it breaks his heart a little.
"Sounds perfect." You look at him like you want to ask him also something else, and Spencer doesn't even need to guess to know what to do. He's seen those puppy eyes on your numerous times.
Spencer quickly wraps his arms around you, instantly whispering sweet things in your ear, "I love you, y'know that?"
"I know, love you, too," you say into his shirt, already feeling a small amount of tension leave your body.
You stay like that until you are positive that you are blushing like crazy from his compliments, and until someone else comes into the kitchen for a coffee (you don't want to be another lecture about inappropriate behaviour at work, you leave that to other people).
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid angst#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x you#spencer reid
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First, let me just say that your writing gives me LIFE đ If you are still taking prompts/headcanons, I just canât help thinking about But her and afab virgin reader đ
Like, she is in her twenties and the fact that sheâs never had sex makes her feel so insecure. It somehow comes up in a joking manner while the Boys are hanging out, and she is SO embarrassed. But Butcher just fucking freezes and it makes him feel like a creepy old man but by god he is turned on đźâđš
He canât stop thinking about being her first and if it actually happens or just stays in his pervy mind is up to you đ€
oh my gosh you are so sweet thank you!!! i have had a fun time writing this, so i hope you enjoy, i may do a follow up if people want more of this đâš
a bottle of whiskey, the Boys and Never Have I Ever. what could possibly go wrong?
itâs 10pm at the Boys HQ, the tables and chairs are push out and all are gathered around a bottle of cheap whiskey and everyone is feeling⊠relaxed, as much as they really can despite what is happening around them.
âokay okay what about we play⊠Never Have I Ever?â Annie giggles, earning groans from Hughie and MM. âAnnie, i have not played that shit since high school.â MM complains, earning a laugh from the group. âoh come on M, itâd be fun! everytime someone has done something, we take a drink. itâll be fine, just have a bit of a laughâŠâ you laugh, looking around the circle. your eyes follow around the circle from Frenchie and Kimiko smiling at each other and around to butcher, who is surprisingly quiet.
âokay i will start⊠never have i ever been caught having sex.â Hughie states boldly, grinning over at the sour expressions of those who have been caught before, except for you. â y/n belle you have not?â frenchie questions, capturing the attention of those around you, especially butcher.
it has been something that has been surrounding you for your whole life. sex hadnt been something that has happened to you yet - being in your 20s you saw it as something that was embarrassing despite there being nothing to be ashamed of, but you wanted it and you exactly who you wanted it with.
Butcher. he had consumed so many of your thoughts, youâve caught yourself staring at him so many times in the office- imagining those big strong hands on you, touching every inch of your body, kissing down your neck and chest to your most sensitive areasâŠ
âi-I havenât⊠not yet, but hey letâs got next round!â you laughed nervously, keeping your head down. butchers eyes donât leave your body, the cogs in his mind turning as his thoughts are consumed with you.
a few more questions went around the circle before it was butchers turn. âthis is a stupid game why do i havâta do it?â he groans, a bit tipsy from the drinking. âcmon man donât be a sour puss just fucking ask a question.â Hughie exclaims, earning a giggle from both you and Annie. butcher rolls his eyes and utters ânever have i ever NOT had sexâ grinning as everyone moans âthat is a silly question butcher⊠of course we all have.â frenchie the swigs of whiskey go all around and stops in front of you, but you dont take it.
the room is quiet, all eyes on you and your face goes red with embarrassment. ây/n youâre a vir-â Annie questions and you admit âyep i am, i know- what a shocker!â you say sarcastically and put your head in your hands, not wanting to meet the faces of everyone around you. â oh mon amour, we need to get someone to⊠help you with thatâ Frenchie says, earning a light punch in the shoulder by kimiko.
Butcher says nothing, his eyes boring into you, drinking in the sight of your reddened cheeks. he has always had an attraction to you and found himself turned on at the thought of taking you - imagining you coating his cock with your soaking cunt and becoming undone on him for the first time. his thoughts were interrupted by you standing up saying you had to leave and rushing out of the office.
âcmon Frenchie you embarrassed her! whyâd you say that?â MM questioned, Frenchie replied âmaybe so then butcher can finally make a move on her instead of eye fucking her from across the room.â
#the boys#amazon the boys#billy butcher#the boys tv#karl urban#billy butcher x reader#billy butcher brainrot go brr#billy butcher smut#pookie bear#billy butcher imagine#butcher asks
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PHASE ONE â always trust the match maker (jamieâs version)
part two
pairing(s): jamie drysdale x fem!reader, platonic!trevor zegras x fem!reader (besties), fem!oc (georgie) x fem!reader (roommates)
genre: a smidge of angst (like talks of breakup/dates gone wrong + reader feeling like sheâs not good enough for love), tons of fluff (jamie is a lovesick fool letâs be real), & comfort (in regards to hugs, etc.)
word count: 5.1k+
warning(s): trev thinking heâs cupid, bickering, trevor recruiting readers roommate into his âmaster planâ, mentions of familial teasing & making reader feel bad about her dating life, drinking + mentions of drinking, mentions of a party, cursing, lowkey moon!reader & sun!jamie, this is literally mostly filler lol
note(s): please remember that this is a work of fiction & nothing the characters in this work say or do is a reflection of them or what they do. i always try to make the reader as racially ambiguous as possible so please let me know if i did not achieve that in this work! :) readerâs job is also mentioned as a journalist. please ignore the numerous amount of times i say painted đ
It was an ongoing joke between your loved ones that you had bad taste in romantic partners. It somehow always being brought up during family gatherings, giggles gracing their lips as they recalled your past failed relationships and the kinds of people you had brought home throughout the years. You knew that they never truly meant to hurt you with their words but you couldnât help but feel your stomach drop and frown at their teasing everytime it happened. This was something that followed you from your hometown to your new place of residence in Anaheim, California, even during your near four years of living there. Especially when your good friend of those four years, Trevor Zegras, noticed the pattern one night and the world of your shitty past relationships were revealed to him.
( Trevor glanced at your approaching figure from the corner of his eye as you walked into his and Jamieâs small apartment, having just come back from somewhere as you paused by the doorway to take off your shoes. The man was in the kitchen making himself a bowl of cereal when he had heard the lock and door knob turn.
âWhatâs up?â Heâd asked.
A sigh was the only thing he heard as a response, the sound of your shoes hitting the floor barely a thud on the rugged portion of the entrance, something you had insisted on getting Trevor and Jamie as you had wanted to give their dull and barely decorated apartment some life.
âAlright, I know that sigh. Whatâs wrong?â.
It creeped you out at first at how well Trevor knew you when you first became friends. He was able to read you like a book, as clear as day. You never met someone like that before. Who took their time in memorizing your little habits and quirks, being able to immediately clock them and check in on you if needed. You had eventually found comfort in that. It was something that you had appreciated about your friend.
âJust a bad date sâall,â you replied, eyes still downturned towards the floor as you make your way to the kitchen, laying your warm and sweaty face onto the cool granite of the counter.
Trevor had turned his body towards you the minute you sighed, concerned laced in his facial features. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you lay against the cold surface.
âA bad date? I didnât know you went on a date tonight. What happened?â He softly asked.
Another thing you were grateful for was that Trevor wouldnât immediately start teasing you about something if he saw you in a state like this, upset and flustered. It was something you had addressed to him very early on in your friendship and he respected that.
You briefly contemplated lying to the boy. But you told the truth anyway, deciding that this was something you needed to get off your chest.
âHe was just such aâŠdick, to put it nicely. He was late by nearly an hour and talked about his ex the entire time. He even expected me to get the bill, which I wouldnât have minded doing but he practically insulted me about my job saying how the only thing journalists do is gossip and shove rumors down everyone's throat. I literally couldnât wait to leave and get back hereâ.
Trevor had a frown painted on his lips once you finished explaining. He didnât know much of your dating history. Only that most of the people you dated were exes for a reason. Hearing about someone treating you like that made him sad and think how you most definitely deserved better.
The brunet didnât respond to your explanation, only handing you his bowl of cereal and going to pour himself a new one as he lead you to the couch afterwards, eager to take your mind off of the lackluster night. )
You are forever grateful to have someone like Trevor within your life. He treated you like family and never failed to make you feel welcomed within his presence. Something that you very rarely felt with anyone.
And just as you felt a smile spread across your face at the memory of Trevor giving you his last bit of favorite cereal from that night in an effort to make you feel better, your roommate, Georgie, had pulled you out of your thoughts with the wave of her hand passing over your eyes.
âHello? Earth to (Y/N)â.
You hummed out in acknowledgment, eyes shifting from their glazed over position to the figure of your roommate. She huffed in response.
âWhere were you just now, babe? Wait â no. Donât tell me. I know exactly who you were thinking of,â she smiled, bright teeth on full display as a teasing look spread across her face. âWas it a certain roommate of the Anaheim Ducks player number 11? Or a darked haired man that absolutely cannot play guitar for the life of him?â.
Her words caused you to groan out and roll your eyes, âNo. I was not thinking of Jamie, for your informationâ.
Georgie didnât seem to believe you, eyes narrowing as she tried to decipher whether or not you were lying to her.
The woman across from you knew of the âcrushâ you had on the dark haired man. It seemed to be quite obvious to everyone but the man in question. Georgie had commented one too many times on the kind of look you give him when he walks into the room or the kind of smile that subconsciously spreads across your lips when he makes conversation with you, something that Jamie rarely ever does to other people. You always insisted that he mustâve felt comfortable with you to engage in talk with you, but your roommate never failed to point out that he never talks to people first and he always approached you first to talk.
( âBabe, he practically gets excited when he sees you. I mean, dude, he has the biggest smile ever and willingly makes conversation with you first. I donât see him do that to Trevor every time he sees himâ. )
But regardless of the confirmations and signs that Jamie Drysdale may like you the way you like him, you always denied it. He felt too real. Too soft to be tainted and touched by your scarred heart. Too loving to have to put up with you. With the kind of dating history you had, it was hard to believe that you werenât a problem or a burden to others when in a relationship. Many of your exes had stupid excuses to leave you, all which left you heartbroken. It was hard to not believe the kinds of things they said after every relationship you had ended in a disaster one way or another. You completely believed that it was something you did that made them all leave and you did not want that for Jamie. You didnât think youâd be able to do that to him nor would you be able to recover from the inevitable heartbreak that awaits you on the other side. It was better to admire him from afar you had decided.
( You did not deserve someone so soft, so loving, and so kind. He looked at the world through rose tinted glasses and you forever had cracked lenses that were barely hanging on the frame of your face. It would never work out. )
Georgie licked her lips as she saw you begin to spiral back into your own head, sighing as she let out a breathy fine and left it at that. She returned to the topic she was discussing with you before she noticed you werenât even paying attention to the words she was speaking. She wasnât even entirely sure you were currently listening to her as your eyes began to glaze over once again.
Maybe I should take up Z on his offer, she thought to herself, fingers beginning to twirl around a strand of hair as she continued. Getting J and (Y/N) together is something that definitely needs to happen.
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âAh! There she is! The girl of the hour!â.
You wanted to crawl in on yourself and never come out when Trevorâs loud voice reached your ears upon entering his full and cramped apartment. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, raising the box of beers you had picked up at the last minute above your head. More cheers erupted upon your gesture.
Trevor had informed you of his âlittleâ get together approximately an hour before it was planned to start. It was nearing the beginning of the hockey season and he wanted to party and celebrate before his days were filled with hockey and nothing but hockey. He practically pleaded with you to come over when you had declined his offer, comfortably in bed with your comfort movie playing as you got ready to have an early night in. You only caved when Georgie bursted through the door and dragged you out of bed, demanding you accompany her to Trevorâs party. And thatâs how you ended up nearly two hours late to his party with beer in hand as an apology with Georgie trailing behind you.
âGod bless you sweets,â Trevor mumbled as he engulfed you in a hug, brushing his lips against your hairline, snatching the box of beers from your hands and setting it on the table upon pulling away.
You muttered a yeah yeah before making a beeline for the kitchen fridge, dead set on getting your usual drink. You werenât a big drinker nor were you able to handle hard alcohol so Trevor always made sure to get you more flavored drinks so you wouldnât feel left out on the âbuzzâ of the party.
The cool air of the fridge felt nice on your face compared to the warm heat that began to cling onto your skin from the amount of bodies around you. But as your eyes scanned the fridge and its compartments, you realized Trevor mustâve forgotten to stock up as you couldnât find a single drink of yours in sight. A frown quickly made its way onto your lips as you realized, already defeated.
âSome people were taking them so I hid them in my room. They might be a little warm if you still want them,â a soft and familiar voice spoke from the right of you, behind the shelter of the silver fridge door.
You slightly stilled upon hearing his voice. But that didnât stop a smile from making its way onto your face.
âHey, Jamie,â you spoke, gently closing the door of the fridge, fingers still lightly wrapped around the handle. âThatâs nice of you to do. You didnât have to do that yâknowâ.
He flashed you his infamous smile, making that warm and fuzzy feeling crawl up your stomach and settle in your chest. âI know. I wanted to. Plus, I know you wouldâve given Trevor shit for it and he seems too occupied right now to make a trip to the store for moreâ.
A giggle left your mouth in response to the man's observation. He wasnât wrong though. You would've definitely given Trevor shit for not putting the drinks in a safer place, making him feel bad to the point that he would be grabbing his keys and muttering a Iâll be back before exiting through the front door.
âItâs the least I could do for the amount of shit heâs put me through,â you joked, leisurely following Jamie as he led you to his room, weaving through the numerous bodies littered throughout the apartment.
You faintly heard the man chuckle, his head shaking as the fluffy ends of his hair followed the motion of his head. You found yourself smiling harder at the fact that you made Jamie Drysdale laugh, even if it was for a brief moment.
âWell, he definitely deserves it,â he responded, slightly turning towards you as he twisted the door knob of his bedroom door and opened it, revealing his half haphazardly clean room and the brightly colored alcoholic canned beverages on his night stand. âThatâs all of what was left. I tried to get more but nobody would budgeâ.
He rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke, eyes trained on the cans. He truly did try to convince those who had the same cans in their hands if they would be willing to trade it for another kind of drink. But they all just looked at him weirdly and declined, practically chugging the liquid in front of him to put more emphasis on their decision. Jamie knew they were one of the only alcoholic drinks that you would consume on nights like these and he didnât want you to miss out on the fun, if there was even any to start with, just because Trevor wasnât diligent enough to hide them somewhere else.
Your heart began to swell at the sweet gesture from the boy next to you. It was probably one of the sweetest things someone has done for you in a very long time. It made the warm feeling in your chest grow and spread up into your cheeks.
âThank you so much, Jimmy. I really appreciate it. This is more than enough, trust me,â you spoke, a gentle smile on your lips as you did so.
Jamie only nodded in reply to your words, copying your smile as he turned his head towards you and away from the condensating cans. The tips of his pale ears tinted pink.
He watched you as you made your way to his night stand and grab a can, promptly opening it before taking a sip. His blue eyes stayed on your figure as you tipped your head back to drink the beverage, lukewarm liquid filling your mouth before sliding down your throat as you swallowed. Jamie found himself copying you subconsciously, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed too. Everything about you seemed to enchant him, never able to take his eyes off of you as you did whatever or talked about whatever. There was just something about you that pulled him in. And he began to find himself addicted to it at times. Always itching for a new fix.
âYou want one?â you asked, nodding your head towards the cool cans, effectively pulling Jamie out of his stupor.
âOh, uh, no. Itâs okay. I already had, like, three beers anyway. I think Iâm done for the night,â he responded.
He was lying. He only had one. He was too nervous to drink. Trevor had informed him that you were going to be attending the party and he suddenly couldnât stomach anymore alcohol. Itâs not that you made him nervous in a bad way necessarily. The kinds of nerves he experienced around you was hard to put into words but the only thing he could describe it as was something akin to having an elementary school crush. Those excited nerves to see the new kid in school that you found cute. The kind that made him want to pull the flowers from the elderly ladyâs garden in his neighborhood and gift them to you as a token of his love. The kind that made him see you everywhere, even in the littlest things.
You narrowed your bright eyes at him, not being able to accurately tell if he was lying. A simple nod of your head was your only response as you took another sip of your drink and sat down on his neatly made bed covers.
You stared at the pictures tapped to his wall. Pictures of his family to his idols scattered the plain white walls of his room. It made you smile that he displayed those he adored and loved on his bedroom walls. You began to wonder what it would look like if he had you on there amongst the pictures of his loved ones. But as quickly as the thought popped into your head, it went away just as fast.
âI mustâve been like, six or something in that picture,â he spoke, gently making his way towards you, pointer finger brushing up against the printed picture of him as a child surrounded by both of his parents and brother, Pre-K graduation certificate tightly grasped in both hands as he brightly and widely smiled at the camera, his freckles danced across the bridge of his nose and apples of his cheeks. âHad just graduated Pre-K. My parents made such a big deal out of it. I thought it was the best day of my life back thenâ.
The softness of voice managed to catch you off guard a little, seeing a side of him you never really got the chance to see.
âYou look extremely proud of yourself, Drysdale. Very cute too. Your parents look proud too,â you said, tone matched in the same gentleness as his.
A grin made its way onto his face as he angled his head towards yours, eyes gleaming in something you werenât able to recognize as he sat next to you.
âOh, I know. Had all the older moms fawning over me and my adorably cute looks,â he joked, chuckling to himself.
You couldnât help but let out a giggle as well, gently pushing the thigh pressed against yours, shaking your head to yourself. âOf course. I wouldnâtâve expected anything less, Jamie. Bet you had all the Pre-K girls chasing after you on the blacktop too, huh?â.
âNah, they had cooties. I couldnât catch that!â he exclaimed in response, a hearty laugh escaping his soft lips as he gently pushed you with his shoulder, causing you to tip over a bit onto his pillow.
You had only gotten a small whiff of the smell but that was enough to make your insides twist and warmth in your body to completely engulf you. His pillow carried a small smell of his normal scent, something that made your mind entirely short circuit and mouth slightly water. You knew Jamie took well care of himself and smelled good. But getting more than just a quick sniff of it as he leaned in to listen to what you had to say while in a busy, buzzing bar or brushed past you made you slightly freeze in your tracks and just want to drown yourself in whatever he used as cologne.
Geez, get yourself together girl, the voice in your head scolded, shaking its head at your behavior and thoughts.
Jamie had opened his mouth to say something else when the door swung open, bouncing off the wall it had made contact with. A couple had stumbled into the room shortly after, lips and arms entangled with each other as they obviously wanted to find a vacant room for some privacy.
Your jaw dropped open in shock at the sight in front of you, a creeping smile beginning to spread on your lips as you tried not to laugh out loud. A couple just barged into Jamieâs room to try to have a fun time without realizing they were occupying the room.
âUh,â Jamie coughed, springing up from his seated position to stand up, silence and awkwardness filling the air of the room as the couple halted their movements and quickly pulled away from each other.
Apologizes began spewing from their lips, blushes evident on both of their skins as they back up and out of the room, leaving the door wide open as they left in a hurry.
The laugh you were keeping in finally escaped your mouth as you doubled over, clutching your stomach as you found the entire situation hilarious.
Jamie only looked at you like a wounded puppy, frowning as he whined about the couple trying to hook up in his room and how gross that was especially since the two of you were currently in the room. But he eventually gave in and joined in on your laughing fit, just happy to have had spent some time with you before the both of you were so rudely interrupted.
( âWhat do you mean some couple barged into his room? Did they think it was empty?â Trevor exclaimed, the tone of it whiny. âDoes that mean they didnât do it?â.
Georgie rolled her eyes at the six foot something man. She shouldnâtâve even agreed to this stupid plan in the first place. Getting you there was a hassle within itself and then to have Trevorâs âspectacularâ idea fall to shit not even an hour and a half into the two of you being there was evidence enough that Trevor Zegras was indeed not a match maker.
âI donât know, Trev! They just came out of his room like two minutes ago. I was watching the door when I saw the couple approach it. I donât think (Y/N) and Jamie were able to do anything. Your plan sucked, dude. Major timeâ.
Trevor only groaned in defeat. The first phase of his plan failed. Big time. And now he had to come up with something else to try to get his roommate and best friend together. And God knows that Trevor Zegras will do anything in his power to make it happen. )
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You didnât know why you kept doing this to yourself. Kept going on dates with people who just simply didnât care for you or cared for what you had to say and just wanted a quick succession for the week. It truly boggled your mind on how you managed to attract these kinds of people and had you wondering if you did anything to deserve this kind of treatment.
As you walked in the pouring rain from another horrible date, you found yourself walking the familiar path to Trevor and Jamieâs apartment. Something you always found yourself doing after a particularly hard day, or awful date in this case. It was like your legs had a mind of their own as you appeared in front of the wood door, knuckles rapping at the hard surface before you could think twice about it.
A barely audible coming! and shuffling came from the other side of the door, it swinging open once the owner of the voice finally managed to get to the wooden door.
âHey! â Oh. What happened? Why are you soaked?â.
Jamie had stood before you, hair slightly disheveled as he probably was gaming or getting ready for a nap before you had interrupted it with your presence. A frown also made its way onto his lips, the corners of his mouth drooping. He looked legitimately concerned as to why you had shown up at his apartment at seven-thirty at night soaked to the bone with your heels in hand.
You must really look like a mess right now, you whispered to yourself in your head, mentally scolding yourself for disturbing whatever he was doing before you had shown up.
âAre you okay?â He softly asked, ushering you inside the warm apartment with the same amount of gentleness his voice carried. God, that made you want to cry on the spot.
Your wet and cold hand quickly slipped out of his warm calloused ones as you pulled it back, stepping back into the hallway, shaking your head as you went to open your mouth. âItâs not that big of a deal anyway. I donât know why I stopped by. Iâm sorry for disturbing your nightâ.
Your words seemed to have an effect on Jamie as his frown deepened and hand went out to grasp yours back into his own. Eyes filled with concern as he tried to decipher why you would say that.
It mustâve been a big enough deal for her to end up here, Jamie thought to himself as he knew that his and Trevorâs apartment was often a safe place for you. More like the people renting the space weâre the comfort than the home itself.
âPlease,â he pleaded, âCome inside. You donât have to tell me what happened but at least wait until the rain stops to go back homeâ.
When you had looked up, Jamieâs blue eyes held such concern that you wanted to comfort him, ignoring your own hurt to make him feel better. Maybe thatâs why your relationships always ended badly. You put others needs and feelings before your own, but you couldnât bring yourself to care with Jamie.
You simply nodded your head to his request, allowing him to gently drag you into the warmer apartment as he took your discarded heels from your hands and dropped them onto the floor, other hand still in your own.
âI can get some of Trevor clothes for you to wear if youâd like. Heâs out with Mason and the boys tonight, but heâll be back soon,â he whispered as if he was scared youâd crack and crumble to the ground in a thousand pieces if he spoke any louder.
âPlease,â you muttered, now shaking from the rain you endured only minutes prior. Droplets of water still dropped from the soaked end of your dress and hair.
Jamie mumbled a quick okay before urging you to follow him, your soft hand still grasped in his rough one before he gently dropped it to retrieve some clothes for you.
Upon entering the apartment, its warmth settled itself into your skin, causing a shiver to run through your body, dress still dripping from your walk in the rain. Wrapping your arms around your shaking torso, you shook your head at yourself and began to mumble about how stupid it was to go to Trevor and Jamieâs instead of yours. You didnât want him seeing you like this. You felt pathetic enough already and didnât need him judging you for your lackluster of a dating life.
âI couldnât find anything of Trevorâs that was clean, or that didnât look suspiciously dirty. So I hope you donât mind wearing some of mine,â Jamie spoke up, a large sweatshirt and some gray sweatpants in hand. An awkward smile painted his lips as he nervously held out the pieces of clothing for you, heart beating rapidly in his chest as you grabbed the clothes from his grasp.
âThank you,â you shuttered, lips a paler color as your teeth knocked themselves together.
Your eyes avoided Jamieâs as you made your way to the guest bathroom, stripping yourself of your sopping clothes and quickly changing into the dry ones of Jamieâs. Albeit him not being a very tall man, the ends of his sweater sleeves still managed to cover the entirety of your hands and engulf you in a comforting way.
The feeling of wearing Jamieâs clothes was very different from wearing Trevorâs. You never felt warm or giddy wearing Trevorâs stuff. It was always something normal between the two of you that neither of you thought twice about. But with Jamie, it felt different. A good different. Like there was more to it than just wearing his clothes. It comforted you in a way that Trevorâs wasnât able to.
A soft knock came from the other side of the door as you wiped the remnants of your makeup away, âDo you want some hot chocolate? I could make some for you if youâd like. Warm you up a bitâ.
A pang of guilt erupted within your chest, feeling bad for having Jamie do all of this for you when he didnât even know why you had showed up at his front door upset and wet from the rain. He shouldnât have to deal with this. With you.
Your hesitation and lack of an answer allowed Jamie to believe that you werenât in the mood for one. But heâd make you a cup anyway. Just in case.
Minutes had passed before you exited the bathroom, hair thrown up in a towel to dry and body now warm and skin back to its original hue. Jamie was propped up against the counter, elbows on the cool surface as he hurriedly typed away on his phone, thick eyebrows drawn slightly together as he focused on the screen in front of him. You assumed he was texting Trevor and updating him on your presence in their apartment. Another pang of guilt struck.
âIf you need, I can leave. Donât want to be too much trouble,â you spoke up, nervously picking at the nail beds of your fingers from where you stood.
The dark haired man slightly jumped, surprised to have not heard you exit the bathroom. He turned to face you, placing his phone onto the counter as it continued to buzz. âNo,â he spoke, âYou donât need to. I want to help you and it is not any trouble at all. You were in need and I want to be there for youâ.
The words he spoke to you made you want to cry all over again. No oneâs ever made it a point to you that they genuinely wanted to help you. Jamie seemed honest enough in what he said and the concern painted on his face was enough to convince you that this was alright. That it was alright for him to help you and be there for you, even if you didnât believe it yourself.
You gently smiled, âIs the hot chocolate still an offer?â.
âWhen is it not,â he smiled back, reaching for the tucked away microwave in the corner, opening it to reveal a still steaming cup of hot cocoa.
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âHey! So sorry for not getting here fast enough. Traffic was literally the worst. And Mason! Donât get me started on â Ohâ.
Trevor stopped in his tracks, jaw open in shock as he began to properly process the scene in front of him. The poor boy had to rush from the bar he was at with Mason and the others once he was sober enough to drive back. But the LA traffic had gotten the best of him and caused him to come back home more than an hour later than intended. He was utterly disheveled once he managed to unlock the door of his apartment and squeeze through the opening, apologizing for being late. When Jamie had texted him about you showing up at their door soaked and barefoot and that he probably should come back to the apartment, he nearly choked on the beer that was making its way down his throat. He read and responded to the text at seven-forty-five but had now just gotten back home, which was at nine oâclock.
âLooks like she didnât need much of my comforting after all,â he whispered to himself as his eyes danced from you and Jamieâs intertwined bodies.
Trevor could only assume that Jamie had offered to watch your favorite comfort movie in an attempt to cheer you up, the end credits of Coraline on pause as the screen displayed the director and producer of the movie. Another thing he could most definitely assume was that halfway through the movie, you fell asleep on Jamie, which caused him to try to shift you into a more comfortable position only for you to cling onto him for his warmth, forcing yourself closer to his body heat as he gave up and just settled into the position he was currently in.
The brunet only snorted and shook his head at the two peacefully sleeping. Thereâs absolutely no way he was going to allow either of them to forget this moment. Even when the both of you would deny and deny the fact. Perhaps his plan was working, slowly but surely.
Now, he thought, onto phase two.
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CHAOTIC MALE CHILD READER & PLATONIC DOTTORE
You saw dottore who was taking a walk in Sumeru
dottores walk with his hands behind him đđ
You saw his walk and instanly decided hes rich and start following him
What did you do in Sumeru? Yea you're an orphan đŹ. Little shit was on the run because he stole food from a stall.
LMAO you followed him until he was at his Laboratory.
Dottore glanced at you for a second and did a double take because why is there a child and how did that child follow him ?
You're face when dottore asked who you are: ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
The following days you followed dottore and because of that you got the nickname Rat from dottore đ
"Yeah thats Rat btw. He follows me around. Dont ask why"
You didnt talk to him until some months later
"Oi Rat give me that book"
"SURE BLUE RAT (o^âœ^o)"
"(â_â)"
Yea you thought he was called rat because Dottore always calls you that. So you came to the conclussion that Dottore was called Blue rat because of his blue hair
You once broke something expensive on Dottores table and you just straight up pointed at one of Dottores clones and said "It was him, i saw it with my own eyes"
Poor clone couldnt say that it wasnt him because you blackmailed him đ
The clone died
Dottore straight up shows his favoritsm, one time you blew up his laboratory and Dottore just shrugged and blaimed the clones for not looking after you
One time he took you to the Fatui meeting, lets say you took one look at childe and called him a stickđ
Childe looked so offended
When the meeting was over you kicked Childe
BRO FELL DOWN SO HARD
Dottore just laughed and told you to do it everytime you see Childe
You know the video where this one child fell down the floor and just looked at the camera angry? Yea thats you
The day you learned of tazers was the day the fatui learned fear
Every damn day people would get tazerd from you. They thought they would be free if they take them away? Nah, you made you're own.
They hurt more
The fatui began wearing protection and you got the name "demon child of Dottore"đđ
Dottore was so proud, he allowed you to experiment on a person
Dottore loves you a lot even if he doesent say it
His love comes in the form of giving reader weapons and telling you to make him proud
You once got hurt when you were alone and Dottore came SPRINTING to you
Broski tought you were dying because of a Bruise
The day you got hurt was the last day you were alone
You're now always followed by a clone
The clone was programmed to carry anything that you may want
Toys, food, drinks, weapons, dynamite, bandages, and a book called "looking good for dumbasses"
Yes, you throw that book at childe and yes you also throw dynamite at childe
Dottore couldnt be more prouder
He now calls you his child infront of everyone
You don't mind, you call him Rat Dad
Summary: You may be chaotic but dottore will always love you. Even if you blows shit up.
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I hope you liked my first Headcanon! Give me Requests if you want and do tell me if there's something i can improve âĄ
#dottore#genshin impact#platonic#x platonic!reader#headcanon#fatui harbingers#genshin impact fatui#child reader#male reader
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No because he is as well, I adore the way he was written!! I was the same gigglin n kickin my feet each n everytime đ
But can I ask for a request then, so say reader n Astarion ( plus two others ) are in an fight and reader just gets badly injured n knocked out and he just loses it killing anyone in his path to get to reader caring about them agshdudisowowi
Thanks so much for the request! I had quite a bit of fun writing this prompt.
Few warnings for canon-typical violence, blood, injury and animal death. Yyyyeah it is quite the doozy.
Word Count - 1.9k
Hope you enjoy!
xxx
The moon hung low in the starlit sky, its pale light casting ghostly shadows upon a narrow, winding mountain path. You and your party had been travelling all day as you wanted to cover more considerable ground to make up for time lost due to camping. However, the physical toll it was taking on everyone was starting to show as you all moved cautiously through the rugged terrain.Â
Laeâzel was understandably the most resilient of the group, her tough demeanor betrayed only by the beads of sweat that trailed down her knitted eyebrows as she focused on conquering the path ahead. Shadowheart seemed to be driven purely by spite just to keep up with the githyanki; you almost had to fight her a few times just to get her to stop and catch her breath before she keeled over. Â
You were feeling pretty run down yourself, every step felt heavier as time dragged on and your muscles were screaming at you to stop, but if you made it to that rock, to that tree, just over the hill, across the river, only then could you rest.Â
You said that about ten rocks and five rivers ago.Â
âThatâs it!â A familiar voice shouted out from behind you, and you instinctively rolled your eyes. âI canât take this anymore.âÂ
Turning around, you were greeted with the sorry sight of Astarion collapsing onto his knees and huffing for breath, and it seemed as if he wasnât going to get back up anytime soon. Â
âAstarion-âÂ
âDonât you âAstarionâ me with that... little disappointed pout of yours,â the vampire said. âI am literally on my knees begging here, darling. We need to stop for the night.âÂ
âAs sad as your little theatrics are,â Shadowheart walked over to the two of you and smirked down at him before turning to you. âHe does have a point. Weâve been walking all day; I think I lost all feeling in my feet about half an hour ago.â Â
âAnd you say he is the dramatic one?â Laeâzel cut in, sneering down at you from a higher ledge. âLook at you all, complaining like children. This is nothing compared to-âÂ
âYes, yes, you have endured a horrendous array of training throughout your arduous upbringing on the Astral Plane that has transformed you into the fearsome warrior you are today; we get it,â Astarion said sarcastically, earning a snort of laughter from Shadowheart and a scowl from yourself. âBut I for one am not made of pure titanium and would like to rest.âÂ
ïżœïżœFine,â Laeâzel growled. âBut if the ghaik tadpole decides to turn your insides out because of your time wasting, then I shall be all too happy to end your life.âÂ
âItâs a deal, darling.âÂ
With everyone in agreement, you relieved yourself of your heavy backpack and quickly got to work on setting up a makeshift camp. Dinner was a small, cooked rabbit to share, while Astarion waited patiently for you to finish until you let him drink his fill. You didnât miss the concerned glance shared between Shadowheart and Laeâzel but said nothing.Â
As the darkness deepened and the others retired for the evening, you decided you didnât quite want to go to sleep quite yetâ a decision you were probably going to regret come morning. Regardless, the stars were out tonight, and you werenât certain when you might next get to enjoy them during this treacherous journey, if ever.Â
The tadpole behind your eye wriggled slightly, and you were worried it was going to waste your night with a migraine and unwanted whispers, but instead it settled down. You huff a sigh of relief; you were spared, for tonight anyway.Â
Despite the sky above being a sight to behold, your eyes couldnât help but keep wandering down. Astarion was sitting across from you, his eyes creased and lips in a tight line as he concentrated on the ghastly book spread across his lap. The Necromancy of Thay had been his focus of attention for these past few nights, and you were honestly starting to worry a little for him. Sure, it was you who had given it to him in the first place (after he practically begged you for it), but the way he hyper focused on it at times was... concerning, to say the least.Â
You clear your throat, hoping to catch his attention.Â
It doesnât work; you try again.Â
âOh, do shut up...!âÂ
His sharp tone makes you recoil slightly, and the vampire mirrors you, glancing between you and the book with widened eyes.Â
âO-Oh no, I didnât mean you, my dear. Itâs this blasted book,â Astarion says, frowning down at it like a disappointed parent. âI canât make heads or tails of the damn thing.âÂ
âDo you... need some help?â You meekly offer, even though you didnât know the first thing about necromancy; some things were just best left untouched in your opinion.Â
âYouâre a sweetheart,â he breathes out a little chuckle. âBut no.â He allows the book to close with a heavy thump before his eyes trail back up, lingering on you for a moment. âBut I could do with a... little distraction.âÂ
As the fire crackles and pops, your cheeks flare up as Astarion slowly crawls his way around, not stopping until he is only inches away from you. Not quite knowing what to do or where to look, your body goes stiff as he slowly leans in towards you. Â
âWhat do you think, hm?â he purrs, his knuckle softly caressing your cheekbone as he brushes away a stray lock of hair behind your ear. âShall we have a little fun?âÂ
You nod shyly and allow him to draw you in as he cups your face and brushes his lips against yours, only to suddenly stiffen and pull away. A surge of panic jabs up from under your ribs as youâre worried that, somehow, youâve done something to hurt him or put him off.Â
âI-Iâm sorry!â You blurt out. âAre you okay?âÂ
He eases your fretting by smoothing down your arms with an almost amused expression. âNo, itâs not you, never you, I canât stress that enough but thereâs... something-,â he frowns and sniffs the air. Â
Oh Gods, did you stink? You knew it had been a while since you last washed butâŠÂ
No, his attention was away from you as he quickly got to his feet and focused on what appeared to be a large boulder of sorts, about ten feet away from where you lay.Â
Astarionâs eyes widen, and for the first time in a long time, he looks terrified.Â
âShit, heâs found me again. Weâve got to leave, now!âÂ
Suddenly, like vipers striking from the shadows, a group of monster hunters descended upon you, the night erupting into chaos as they sprang into action with ruthless efficiency. Swords and daggers glinted ominously in the dim firelight as you and the others desperately tried to defend yourselves.Â
Fear and confusion gripped the group as you fought back against your assailants, but the element of surprise was with the ambushers. They moved with a deadly grace; their tactics honed through countless skirmishes. The clash of steel and cries of anguish pierced the night air. Â
Desperation fueled your resistance, but they outnumbered you five to one, and that was without including their attack dogs, who had taken to separating you from the rest of the group as their personal prey. You jab your sword at their snapping maws, shout and try to make yourself look big to fend them off or, at the very least, make them think twice about attacking you. Â
However, none of it seems to work as one takes a lunge at you and sinks their jaws into your arm. The jolt of shock quickly wore off to the searing heat of pain as the dog tugged and shook you like a rag doll, the beast spurred on by the snarls and barks of the others before they joined in on the mauling.Â
You tried to scream but it hurt to even breathe, reducing you to mere gasping as your limbs throbbed and your head pounded. You thought you heard screaming, but the chaos of the battle muffled your senses as if you were being held underwater. You fall flat on your back as youâre pinned down to the ground, your eyes fluttering as something hot, wet and slimy drips onto your cheeks. Your eyes are met with a row of fangs; you shut them quickly, unwilling to look your death in the face.Â
In that moment, an anguished cry cuts through the noise, and your eyes snap open.Â
The next few moments are a blurry, bloody mess; primal and violent as you can just make out different voicesâthe hunterâs voicesâ crying out in pain along with the sound of wet tearing, of fangs ripping into flesh and blood splattering across the ground. You can only stare ahead, eyes wide with fear and body numb as the heavy weight on your chest is suddenly lifted. Thereâs a pitiful whine and a crunching snap, and the carnage finally stops.Â
After a few moments of unbearable silence, your jumbled thoughts immediately go to your teammates, and you try to push yourself up to go help them. They were probably hurt, or worse, dead. You had to get up. Just... get up!Â
âGet up!âÂ
âGet up goddamn you!âÂ
Your blurred vision slowly cleared as you blinked away your tears, and a familiar, blood-splattered face came into view. Gods but Astarion looked so afraid; his red eyes were wet, and his bottom lip quivered ever so slightly as he gently slid his hands under your broken body to help you sit up.Â
âOh, thank the Gods,â he whispered. âHe... he will not take you away from me. I wonât let him.â He looks over his shoulder and shouts, âCleric, get over here now!âÂ
His lips curled into a snarl as Shadowheart dropped to her knees beside you, as if he was frustrated that she wasnât healing you quick enough. As if to confirm, he snaps at her to hurry up.Â
âShouting at me isnât going to make the process go any quicker, I need to concentrate,â Shadowheart bit back, before her gaze softened upon you as a golden light washed out from her hands and over your body. âJust hold on a little longer, okay?âÂ
âShe is right, you must calm yourself,â Laeâzel softly ordered Astarion as she knelt by your other side. âYou have already taken your rage out on the enemy, do not let it overtake you.âÂ
Astarion said nothing as he focused solely on you, whispering hushed promises and honeyed words that got jumbled through your dazed state, but you appreciated them all the same. You tried to show him this by curling your stiff fingers around his, the coolness of his skin bringing a brief respite to your burning hot hands. He breathes out a sad, broken chuckle and reciprocates your gesture with a soft kiss to your fingers.Â
The moon bore witness to the tragedy, casting its cold, indifferent light upon the scene, but you thought it shone beautifully, all the same.Â
xxx
#baldurs gate 3#bg3 astarion#astarion x reader#astarion x tav#astarion x mc#request#fanfiction#my writing#bg3 shadowheart#bg3 lae'zel
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Hiiii can you do a request where reader has a crush on Geto and gets all nervous aroundđđ
Hii! Of course I can pookie! Thank you sm for my first request đđ„ș
Look me in the eyes
suguru geto X Shy!Reader headcannons
No TW! Femreader not proofread, so sorry for any mistakes :3
đBeing a sorcerer was always about confidence and standing your ground, there was no room for shyness at all, actually being a sorcerer was what bought you out of that shy like comfort zone, yet thatâs what you thought until you had met a certain someone.
đNow mind you, when you didnât have to mingle you didnât, you kept to yourself UNLESS you had missions or training with someone, but nope you being a loner only attracted way more attention from A outgoing, somewhat annoying white haired man.
đâY/n!! What are ya doing all alone! Come hang out with us!â you could hear his voice literally from miles away, and before you could even look up and say no he was already approaching you with another person, a dark hair man with a calm expression resting on his face.
âGojo Iâm busy..â You tried to mumble out only for him to immediately interrupt
âToo busy for us? Come onnn, you havenât even met my best friend!!â
đWith a soft sigh you finally managed to look up and almost immediately locked eyes with his so called best friend. You literally felt like your heart had skipped around 50 beats, because holy hell was that man attractive.
â..Nice to meet you, Iâm Suguru..â His voice, dear lord-, you opened your mouth to speak only to hear yourself stutter like a middle schooler
âI..Iâm..uh..Iâm..I..â
âHer names Y/nâ Gojo to the rescue- well thatâs what you think until you see that evil ass smirk
âYeah..im Y/n..â and thatâs where it all began.
đEverytime you would get around Geto your behavior would drastically change, from calm, cool and collected to a stuttering blushing mess.
đGojo was the first to pick up on this little crush of yours, always finding ways to bring Geto around you just to see that cool demeanor of yours collapse like a tower on an unstable foundation, and yes you hated him for it.
đïżœïżœWell while you two..chat up, Iâm gonna get some drinksâ He knew exactly, what he was doing, and now you found yourself all alone with the one man who made your heart flutter with just his words alone.
đYou refuse to make eye contact with him, your glance down as you fidgeted with your hands, it was quiet for just a moment until he spoke up.
âYou know..I donât bite right?â
đYou cleared your throat and tried to form a coherent sentence without making a fool of yourselfâŠ
âWell..yeah I know..Iâm just..doing me..â You managed to reply.
â..is that so?âŠthen look at me..â
đRight then and there you felt like you could melt, you wanted to prove to yourself that no man Could make you weak in the knees. You wanted to look him dead in the eyes just to show him that you could, but..you couldnât. You froze
đJust then, then you felt a hand gently slide under your chin, your head turned to face Geto, that same smile that made you feel all melty inside on his face.
âAgain, I donât bite..â
đYour heart nearly pumped out of your chest, your face heated, that man did something to you that even god himself couldnât explain.. and you didnât like it..you loved it
A/N: AHHH my first request! Thank you once again for it, and hopefully it lived up to your expectations for it! I tried to take my time on this one and make it more fanfic type of style! But other than that I hope yall enjoyed it! And my request are still open!
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HEYYYYYY POOKIEE Can u do Johnnie guilbert with a Latina gf?????
HIII đș
johnnie with a latina gf
he blushes and giggles when you call him âamorâ (my love)
he loves all the food, even if itâs super spicy he still eats it all
he asks you to teach him some stuff but he always thinks your telling him something inappropriate
âtengo que comer desayuno. now you.â âare you saying i eat ass?â (i need to eat breakfast)
he looks like a jamica person tbhâŠ
he loves when you make him arroz con leche and his favorite cake is probably tres leches
he picks up some words that you teach him so sometimes if he forgets a word he says it in spanish
heâs mostly calling jake âpendejoâ (dumbass/idiot)
when he gets sick he knows you take out the vapo rub so everytime he gets sick heâs using it
every morning he has his coffee and sweet bread. his favorite one is the one with the happy face
like i said he picks up some words, so sometimes yâall talk chisme
if yâall are not dancers you both just sit and drink watching everyone đ but if you are a dancer, you force him to go dance with you
your family loves him, when he comes over theyâre always like âhola mijooo cĂłmo estĂĄs!â
hes eating a bunch at partyâs and makes sure to get a lot of leftovers to take home
hes turning the jumpers over and turning them off with your cousins/siblingsđ
your siblings/cousins find him so cool and they always ask him to play guitar and play video games with him
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BIRTHDAY GIFT
pairing: classmate!jeonghan x gn!reader
wc: 0.7k words
luaâs note: happy late bday jeonghannie!! i miss you đđ also please dont take yn as a stalker đđ yns just a teenager in love!!!
youâve been watching admiring jeonghan from afar for a few months. you just couldnât help it, hes way too cute, way too handsome, way too kind, way too everything good you could possibly think of.
those thoughts made you take your silly little crush on him to another level by becoming his secret admirer, always leaving a note in his locker and placing a strawberry milk or melon bread (most of the times both) on his table. youâd always watch his reaction, from the beginning it was pure confusion, heâd always look around the class to see if he could find the person who left the food and drink there. but after a few days he got used to, his smile always shining everytime he would go to the classroom and see the same items from every day waiting for him on his table.
last time you wanted it to be different, you wanted to be more special since it was his birthday. you went to school earlier, as usual, to place his birthday gifts on his table, strawberry milk, melon bread, a stuffed bunny, a chocolate box and a letter. as you were fixing the items on the table to look cute and presentable for when he sees it you heard a chuckle followed by a familar voice, âgot youâ
you froze, knowing whose voice it was, jeonghanâs voice. you heard his soft footsteps getting closer to you, until you were able to feel his presence behind you, âso it was you this entire time? my secret admirer?â
you turned around to look at him, feeling extremely ashamed for getting caught. you didnt know what to do or what to say, so you just looked at him. your lack of response made him chuckle and smile at you, âi must say.. im surprised. id never thought it was youâ he looked at the items on the table, âi suppose those are all for me, huh? i appreciate it, looks lovelyâ
with a smile still on his face, he grabbed the letter and left a soft hum, âlets see.. dear jeonghan, i know today is your birthday and, to be hone-â he stopped reading your letter out loud when he felt your hand on his wrist, âare you crazy?! why are you reading it out loud?â
âwhats wrong? im just reading the letter my secret admirer gave me!â he chuckled, âplus, theres no one else here but me and youâ
âcant you just read for yourself? and later, when im out of your sight? this is all too embarrassing and youre making it worse!â
he nodded while folding the letter and putting it inside his pocket, âalright, alright. your wish is my commandâ
you mumbled a thank you before standing there for a few seconds, the awkward silence killing you, âi should probably get going. bye and happy birthdayâ you said before grabbing your backpack and walking away from him.
âwait! are these the only things youre giving to me?â you bit your lip before turning around to face him, âyou wanted something else?â
he took the bunny in his hands and walked closer to you, âi actually thought you would give me one more birthday giftâ you raised your eyebrows, âlike what?â
âyâknow⊠like a dateâ he tilted his head and you could see a smirk forming on his lips, âa date?â
âyup, a date. you can give me a date as your last birthday gift or i can pay you back for all the strawberry milk, melon bread and notes youve ever given me with a date. so you basically dont have other option than go on a date with meâ he smiled and placed the stuffed bunny in your hands, âhere, i want it back by the end of our dateâŠâ he started walking away before continuing, âleave my things like that, ill only go to my locker and ill come back. and you better wait for me after class, cuz we have a date to go toâ he turned to look and wink at you before going back to walk towards his locker.
it was his birthday, but it seemed like you were the one who got a gift. and a really good one.
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can we have a headcannon of y/n (female) thats throwing dark humour around everytime and have 141 + Rudy, Alejandro nd konig react to her lmao đ€Ł
Can we have that? đ Thank you
Girl. Literally me. (I give my coworkers whiplash but they dish it pretty good too lmao)
Simon âGhostïżœïżœïżœ Riley:
Might actually get a decent laugh out of him, weâve all heard his horrendous hilarious jokes, so we all know he can dish it, but can he take it? Depends on the type of humor
If itâs self-depreciating, probably not. Doesnât really get it? Like he does but he sees you too positively for the humor to click.
Unalive jokes? Definitely not. Hates hearing it from you even if youâre laughing about it, so if you want to make them, you better be cheeky about it (âHead down, sergeant youâll get spotted.â âAw sweet, you think so?â You donât have to be near him or even see him to feel his glare)
Jokes about your traumas? Not super keen on it but if youâre at a point in your life that you feel ok enough to laugh about it, heâs not one to take wind out of your sails (âDamn, this drink hits harder than my dad.â âSweetheart. Please.â
But if your jokes are similar to his, then your chances of getting a laugh out of him went up exponentially (he thinks heâs so god damn funny and heâs right. king.)
âHow do you turn a salad into a Cesar salad?â
âHow?â
âStab it 23 times.â Soap audibly groaned,
âThatâs my girl.â
All in all, youâll get a deep sigh with pinching the bridge of his nose for every joke you make, and maybe youâll get a pretty laugh from him (god I bet his laugh is so nice đ)
John âSoapâ MacTavish:
(laughs nervously) what the fuck?
Heâs heard Ghostâs jokes firsthand, so the dark humor isnât new to him. He might even laugh with you and crack a few of his own
Honestly, as long youâre having a laugh heâs not really that worried (still a little worried tho)
He trusts that if youâre feeling particularly bad about something, youâd talk to him about it and heâs here for that
He kind of enjoys the theatre of it, the dramatic reactions to something so seemingly mundane,
âSo when are you gonna take me out?â
âTo dinner? We just ate, bonnie.â
â⊠not what I meant but I love where your heads at.â
âNot in a million years.â He laughs kissing your temple and squeezing you against him
âSo youâre saying thereâs a chance? Itâs just a matter of when, got it. Thanks babe, I owe youâ
John Price:
Heâs not thrilled about it but heâs worked with Ghost so heâs somewhat built a tolerance
He knows you sometimes use dark humor as a coping mechanism but heâll tease you saying you should come with a warning label
Heâs definitely choked at hearing some of the things come out of your mouth, at least the jokes relating to your own traumas, those always give him whiplash
He finds your situational dark humor much funnier than anything you might say that involves you being harmed, even if it is a joke thatâs kind a nightmare scenario for him
Those will definitely get a chuckle out of him, just please stop making jokes about yourself, he loves you a little too much to stomach them
âWhat does my dad have in common with Nemo?â He refuses to answer, he knows, he fucking knows
âThey both canât be found.â
God damn it, sweetheart
Kyle âGazâ Gerrick:
Heâll join you for sure lmao
Heâll see you sparring on the mats with Soap and he sees you land a particularly rough kick that he managed to block
âDamn babe, that was clean. Now do it right here.â Heâs pointing at his temple, you laugh and throw your sweaty towel at him
Youâre out on recon and youâre making your way towards the targeted area,
âIâd be terrible if I was discovered, sure hope there arenât any snipers to take me out. Thatâd be awful.â
Price groaned even as Kyle stifled a chuckle,
âCome on, love, weâre a bit too good to let that happen to you.â
âThatâs the real tragedy, honestly.â
âEnough, you two.â
König:
He thinks youâre funny but low key a little worried at how easily the jokes come to you
But if youâre laughing and having a good time, then so is he!
Sometimes you really do say some crazy things and he doesnât know whether to laugh or to hug you
He likes the jokes that have nothing to do with you much better, youâd be sitting at a briefing in the far corner when you lean in and whisper quietly,
âKöni, whatâs red and bad for your teeth?â
âHm?â
âA brick.â
He stifles a laugh and shakes his head, you can see the corners of his eyes crinkle as he tries to hide the smile.
Alejandro Vargas:
Honestly, he kind of gives me the vibe of âtelling a joke becomes receiving a lectureâ
Like youâll make a joke and look at him and heâs deadpanned,
âMi amor, thatâs no laughing matter.â And then he goes into a full lecture about why what you said was out of pocket and a little hurtful
Itâs not that he doesnât understand the humor heâs just concerned
But, he prefers the goofier jokes I feel like,
âAn apple a day keeps the doctor away, or at least it does if you throw it hard enough.â
âMensa.â He pushes your shoulder playfully with a laugh.
Dumb jokes like that get a good laugh out of him, just donât make them about you please he loves you so much and he will lecture you
Rodolfo Parra:
Mortified in Spanish
âMi vida, please donât make those jokes.â
They break his poor little heart :( he loves you so much it makes him sad to hear make such harsh jokes about yourself or even see such awful things
He sighs every time he hears one of your jokes and gives this look đ„ș
He doesnât like that you joke about yourself or the things that have happened to you like that
He understands that humor is sometimes a coping mechanism, but heâd much rather talk through the things youâre joking about
He just cares about you so god damn MUCH
But if theyâre nonsensical, then heâll chuckle quietly,
âYou donât need a parachute to go skydiving.â
âWhat? Amor you definitely-â
âYou need a parachute to go skydiving twice.â
âDios mĂo, amor.â He chuckles.
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if you're ever gonna write a fic soon can u do a winwin and jaehyun x bttm m reader huhu
winwin & jaehyun x male reader
tasty
cw: threesome, double penetration, tummy bulge, pwp, university au, some praising, possesive behaviour(?), breeding, implied multiple rounds, eating cum ass to mouth, some somnophilia(?), jaehyun and winwin last convo is⊠đđ
an: hope you like it anon, thanks for the request
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"yeah just like that" moaned jaehyun who was grabbing your hips and guiding your hole down his thick meat, meanwhile winwin was stuffing your mouth with his cock.
"is it good?" asked winwin
"fuck yeah, probably the best hole i've fucked while being on university" answered jaehyun moaning feeling how y/n is taking all his cock at once, something no one has ever done it before "such a hungry hole you have down here y/n" said jaehyun while squeezing y/n's nipples making him emitt moans that makes winwin's cock vibrate.
"he does have hungry holes" said winwin, i bet he can take us both at once" he wiped y/n's tear "open up" demanded winwin and y/n complied opening his mouth, winwin position the head of his cock on y/n's tongue and spit on top of it. y/n was enjoying how jaehyun cock stretches his tight hole while tasting winwin's mixture of his spit and pre-cum.
"i'm gonna work him down here so he can take us both" said jaehyun who started to thrust deep and hard, that plus winwin and jaehyun playing with one nipple both, makes y/n yelp in pleasure "i want more" the overstimulated y/n said in a begging tone. "shush pretty boy" said winwin "we're gonna give you more" he then kissed y/n in a sloppy way, teeth clashing and drool spilling everywhere.
"i think it is ready, look" jaehyun said to winwin while laying on bed with y/n on top of him, he grabbed y/n's legs spreading them open showing winwin a majestic view, y/n's hole swallowing jaehyun's cock and clenchin like it was asking for more. winwin slapped his cock on y/n's already stuffed hole, "don't worry baby, we would make you feel so good that you would come back asking for more" he said while penetrating y/n inch by inch "fuck yeah" moaned jaehyun "it feels more thight now, but he's taking it so well, like a champ" praised jaehyun while kissing y/n's neck and leaving some hickeys on it "this ass is for us, to use as we please" said jaehyun grabbing y/n's ass leaving his hand print on it "yes sir, this ass is all for you to usee~" he was so overstimulated already that started to say nonsenses just asking for both boys to re-arrange his insides and they both obeyed, thrusting their cocks forming bulges on y/n's tummy everytime one cock goes deep inside, they keep fucking, kissing, marking and breeding y/n to make y/n know that he belongs to jaehyun and winwinâŠ
some hours later y/n's ass was sore, still being drilled by winwin while jaehyun was drinking water taking some rest "i can't take it anymore guys" said y/n tired, "this is the last load baby" said winwin "i know you cab take it⊠take it for me~" moaned winwin cumming deep inside y/n⊠"yeah just like that you're a champ, you milkes ud both so well y/n" he says while kissing the younger. "yeah look" jaehyun said grabbing his balls "this aren't heavy anymore, i think we found an amazing ass to dump our loads dude".
y/n fell asleep on top of winwin who carefully stand up and left y/n on the bed sleeping with his ass up "look at that ass, he certainly knows how to take cock and how to milk it, he made me feel so good" praised jaehyun "i definitely want more of it". "me too" replied winwin "look how cum is still dripping out of him, If we had continued fucking him, we would have made cheese inside of him" jaehyun smacked winwin "dude shut the fuck up, don't be gross" they both laughed and jaehyun went to prepare the bathroom to clean y/n while winwin sucked the cum out of y/n's ass with his mouth "your ass taste so good y/n⊠even better with our cum inside of it".
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It's gonna sound silly if you don't have any but if you do, random batfam headcanons (especially steph, cass, duke, tim, damian) GO
Not silly at all, I donât have many but youâll probably see when youâre done reading this that I have more for certain members than others đ
Steph: she has freckles like totally sunkissed freckles that scatter all across her body. I feel like she tans but has more of a rosy tan instead of a deeper color. She loves children, because wellâŠbut anyways I think she would dye her hair and have tinsel in them for a sparkle or a hint of color. Roller derby. I loveee to headcanon that sheâs amazing at it and enjoys the sport. Oh and piercings I love to think that she wears tons of chunky jewelry. Has big curly hair that she didnât know how to take care of when she was younger. Loves hanging out with Barbara and sneaking into Kates place to bother her or ask for advice.
Cass: I know itâs canon but she loves to do ballet. She loves to spar with her siblings especially the younger ones because she likes to share her skills and teach them what she knows in a healthier way than she was taught. Wears Chinese tunics that are gifted from her mother. Wears a mixed of gold and silver jewelry. Goes to therapyâŠcanât cook like at all it astounds her how a simply thing can be hard. Knits đ or does some sort of craft like knitting or pottery.
Tim: uses a silly straw when drinking his energy drinks (he isnât a coffee addict yall) he listens to all sorts of music and has a messed up playlist. He can sit and work on something without moving for hours (couldnât be me) I donât think heâs a party person sorry but I donât know if he does the entire party scene, but he LOVES having friends over and then partying with them. Skate boards to work đ
Duke: he is the most cunning in a way. His favorite color isnt even yellow đ Iâm kidding but that would be funny. The criminals are afraid of him they see him coming in the day??? Oh hell no. He can play the piano and is very good at it. Him and his mother used to teach him. He can cook and he cooks with Damian, he was the one who initiated it. Heâs extremely extremely respectful to woman. He likes watching old western movies when he was little he was a cowboy for Halloween. Has locks and teaches his family (the ones with curls) ways to keep their hair healthy. He collects playing card but like yugioh cards and other stuff like that, he loves sailor moon and old 90s anime.
Damian: he can sing very well đ idk why but if he can mimic voices perfectly I feel like he can sing. When he has an argument with Bruce or anyone in the family he will leave and fly away with Goliath or Wiggles, sometimes even having them âattackâ said family member but itâs only like them flopping on the person. Had a pet tiger in the league (it was Taliaâs) and played with the cubs. Since his hair is getting longer I want to say that Nika or a friend gets him claw clips as a joke but he actually wears them. He can play instruments and likes to do graffiti sometimes. Wears ONLY gold jewelry. He has matching outfits with him and Talia đ if he gets into a relationship heâs not the one breaking up with them because he loves HARD. And like Duke he pulls his hair and when he lets others do it for him itâs like a great achievement đđ
Jason: heâs a loser. I mean it I think heâs so recluse and likes to huddle into the library and read. Heâs big hulking even and loves to use that to his advantage when heâs being annoying to his siblings by lying on them. Struggles to find clothes his size so he wears the ugliest lounge clothes. Loves reality tv or any cheesy movie.
Dick: grows his hair out and every time he does a sudden chop the family looks at him with fear and disgust like how children do when their father shaves their face đ HE CAN COOK I know he can cook. Also wears chunky jewelry but doesnât have a set style. Watches old footage of him and his parents acts and cries everytime. Visits zitka. I like to think he still performs on his down time or at least practice and keeps up the skill of being an acrobatic performer.
I hope that was good! Sorry for the ugly grammar Iâm rapid firing this. đ
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peter with a reader who always forgets things??!?!
like she forgets where she put her sword and to drink water and he has to constantly chase after her and remind her??
that's so cute
ty babe <3
peter pevensie with a gf who forgets things.
⏠fandom: chronicles of narnia
⯠genre: fluff
âȘ mars thoughts: AJAJAJAJJA I LOVE HIM SM <33 this is perfect because heâs the loml and i suck at remembering stuff đ also i put it as hcs cause thatâs how i first imagined it in my head!! dividers by @/benkeibear
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hes so <3
like youâre just walking around minding your own business and then youâre like âhey. wait whereâs my water???â
and then your pretty bf is beside you holding it like âyou forgot it AGAINâ
and then he lovingly makes fun of you for forgetting you put your water bottle in his hands before walking away and not saying anything
other than the fact heâs constantly chasing you to remind you where you put something (and this can be fairly annoying to him) he finds it cute <3
heâd try to find a way to help you remember when you put them but you forgot how to remember it đ
you tried dw
he also. kinda hoped you didnât because he liked being the person you came to when you needed help finding stuff
he seems like one of those people who gets rlly happy knowing he helped another person
so itâs like a huge ego/energy boost for him
BUT if heâs leaving for somewhere and wonât be back for awhile he starts writing down where you put things and gives you the paper so you can look and add to it <3
would def say âdonât forget you have the paperâ to be a lovingly boyfriend bitch
ALSO ALSO if you forgot your sword itâd be the funniest thing ever to him
cause like youâre this rlly strong and talented and very pretty sword wielding girlboss
and nobody knows that seconds before you wielded the sword you couldnât even remember where you put it
and if you forget things like drinking water or even eating cause your busy
heâs a little upset cause like. youâll die?? if you donât?? but he doesnât ever like chastise you cause he knows youâre busy
so he just reminds you or brings you water and food and is kinda just like âeatâ
also. he didnât cook that food. man canât cook for shit
but if you forget it because youâre just forgetful and not busy hed def scold you a little
itâs not that like. effective đ cause heâs just standing there like âyou canât not eat y/n!! >:(â
AND if it takes place in the normal world instead of narnia and yâall go to the same school i have some thoughts
youâll be like sitting in the cafeteria kinda upset cause you forgot your lunch
and he comes up and sits with you and has like a whole extra lunch prepared
hes so <3
and if you forget to do your homework or some shit like that right before the teacher comes to collect it he slides his hw onto your desk and tells you to write your name and gets in trouble for you
and then susan gets mad at him and everytime she knows you have homework she makes you come over and helps you with it <3
and he also helps!! i feel like heâs english/history smart and susan is geography/math smart so they like choose certain subjects to help with
it gets to the point where they have a whole detailed schedule
edmund is horrified with it because it hangs on the wall and is extremely visible
hes known for trying to destroy it with lucyâs help but thatâs not important
MOVINGGGGG ONNNNNN
heâs overbearing. and he knows it.
at first he tries to like not immediately think youâre leaving after forgetting something
BUT HE CANT HELP IT
he asks what you forgot and when you run back inside to get it he probably starts laughing
iâve officially run out of ideas for this <3 but tysm for requesting it
it made my brain itch /pos
#mars writing đ§#cherry đ#mars silly little mutuals <3#narnia#the chronicles of narnia#narnia x reader#chronicles of narnia#peter pevensie#peter pevensie x reader#x reader#pevensie siblings
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