#this is all just so much fun i don't even have words!!!

[luffydotcom]

oblivious

synopsis: you're oblivious to their feelings for you, and they have to do something about it! feat: luffy, zoro, sanji (monster trio) warnings: none! notes: two posts in a row?? what?? also, i mainly made this for giggles, sanji's part especially was killing me to write helpp 💀

luffy

luffy doesn't feel the need to explain his love for you. because in his eyes, you're practically already together. he wants not just to protect you, but to wrap his arms around you, laugh with you, hold you close, and always be by your side, and he does! all the time. shouldn't that be enough to let you know he loves you?

apparently not.

because despite his affections, you never seem to notice that the boy reciprocates your feelings, even when everyone else does. you assume his behaviour is just luffy being luffy, and honestly, it depresses you day after day to think that he doesn't feel the same.

until one afternoon on the ship, the captain approaches you with a cheeky grin on his face.

"hey, do you wanna play hide and seek on the island with me?" his eyes light up with playful excitement as he asks you. "this island is huge! so i wanna play a game with you."

you laugh at luffy's endearing and childish nature, yet you can't help but play along. "sounds fun, but haven't you asked the others if they wanna come too?"

"no, just you." he says plainly.

"what? that's odd." you're utterly rattled as to why luffy would want to spend time with just you only. not that you never have alone time with him - luffy often comes to you when he's bored and wants to pass time on slow days on the ship, but he normally does so without asking.

even more confusing for you, especially for games, he would always ask usopp or chopper to join in, yet they're nowhere to be seen. in fact, it's just now you realise that you're the only two on the deck.

"well you know, if it's just us, it feels much more like a date doesn't it? than asking everybody else." luffy chuckles and your mind practically shuts down trying to register what he's just said.

like a date.

"luffy... what did you just say?" you freeze, uncertain if you've even heard his words properly, because surely... there's no way.

"i said it would feel much more like a date. we like each other, don't we?" luffy says matter-of-factly like it's absolutely no big deal, before noticing your expression. "what? what's wrong?"

you stand in stunned silence, at a loss for words at the sheer coolness of him basically admitting his feelings for you like it's nothing at all. "you... like me? as in... romantically?"

"well yeah, i thought we were together?"

"WHAT?"

"wait, what's the matter? do you not want to be together anymore?"

"no, it's..." you could almost clutch your chest at how fast your heart is racing, overwhelmed at the realisation that luffy likes you, but even more that he thought you were dating the whole time. "i didn't even know you saw our relationship in that way... or that you had feelings for me."

"WHAT? seriously?" luffy throws his head back laughing, although not to mock you, but astounded by your obliviousness. "all this time? i thought you would know how i feel about you without me having to say it!"

"no, i seriously didn't know!" you wave your hands, feeling embarrassed at how unaware you've been. "i thought you like me just as much as everyone else on the crew... i never thought it was any different."

luffy just grins his signature grin at your words, chuckling with his arms folded. "well, how do you feel now that you know it is different?"

you take a moment to think. relief washes over you as you realise you no longer have to pine for him in silence anymore. "well, now that i know... i do feel much better."

"good. so... you still wanna come with me, right?" luffy's eyes sparkle even more than they did when he first asked you.

"yeah yeah, but i'm hiding not seeking... because i've just realised today how easily i can't see things sometimes..." you joke, as you both head off the ship together.

zoro

zoro isn't one to make his feelings for you overtly obvious, but he thought you should have at least got the hint by now.

no matter how subtle he is in displaying his feelings: being more protective over you in battle, sitting next to you at mealtimes, keeping a closer eye on you on the ship, it all seems to fall right under your nose. and quite frankly, it frustrates him.

he isn't sure what more he needs to do to let you know how he feels. his subtlety can only go so far - and it's as if no progress is being made.

so now he has no choice but to put it to you in the most obvious way he feels he can - by confronting you.

"hey," zoro catches you as you're leaving the kitchen after lunch. "we need to talk."

your heart stops at his serious tone. "it's not something bad, is it?"

"no, it's not, but... it's something important." he says firmly, as you're left to wonder what he possibly wants to tell you. he clears his throat before speaking. "haven't you noticed anything... new lately?" he folds his arms.

"about... what, exactly?"

"about me. about us?"

your brows furrow. "what? what do you mean?"

he sighs, realising he needs to be more clear. "i mean, haven't you maybe noticed that i've been acting... different towards you lately?"

you pause, reflecting over zoro's recent behaviour with you on the ship to search for anything different or new. come to think of it, he has been acting a little... closer to you lately, but you don't think much of it. he's just being a good crewmate, as much as it hurts to believe.

"not that i can remember," you shake your head.

zoro has to fight the urge to not pop a blood vessel at your obliviousness. how much more obvious does he need to make this? "seriously? nothing comes to mind? nothing? after everything i've done?"

now you're beyond puzzled. "what's this even about? done what? i don't understand what you're getting at."

zoro tightens his fists. every attempt to get through to you is just proving more and more futile. surely from the way the conversation has been going, you would understand what he's trying to tell you by now - but it's hopeless. "you know what, just - never mind."

but as zoro turns to walk away and leave, you grab his shoulder. "wait, no, carry on - i want to know. just tell me what this is about."

eyes falling to your hand on him, zoro realises he just can't beat around the bush with you. it's now or never. he has to put it in the only way you'll understand.

avoiding your eyes, he glances away, and you're almost certain you see him blush slightly if just for a second. "…i like you, you idiot. i don't know how much more obvious i need to be."

you've lost all ability to think as the weight of his words hit you all at once. "w-what? since when -"

"since ages," he says, finally looking at you. "but it's like no matter what i do, you just never seem to notice. seriously, do you not see how oblivious you are?"

suddenly, the dots start connecting in your mind as it starts to all slowly make sense. the signs were always there. sure, they were subtle, but they were there - with every action zoro has done for you lately. you just refused to paint it as romantic. "i guess i just... didn't want to get my hopes up in case you didn't have feelings for me too."

zoro fights a smile as he realises what you've just said, but he tries to play it cool. "so, you're saying..."

before he can finish, you put your arms around him in a close hug. "yes, i like you too. and i'm sorry that i didn't notice your feelings for me sooner. i just couldn't be too sure."

zoro lifts his hand up to stroke the top of your head. he's not mad, but relieved. "it's alright. i'm just glad you know now."

sanji

sanji has been making his feelings for you as clear as day: constantly showering you with praise and compliments, adding extra touches to your food; he's even been paying much more attention to you than nami and robin. hence why he's so confused as to why you're not noticing!

it's just that with every act of affection he's been doing lately, you seem to rule it out as just sanji being sanji - and he can't exactly blame you either. he is known for his affectionate nature, but he can't seem to understand how you can't see how overt and over-the-top he is when it comes to you specifically.

one evening after dinner, you find him sulking in the kitchen as he washes the dishes.

"sanji? is something wrong?", you approach him, wondering what has him so distraught. "you look pretty depressed..."

"it's nothing, dear," he looks at you, trying a smile, but then, "well... actually... there is kind of something."

"oh? i'm all ears, just tell me," you say, looking more serious than before.

there is a moment of silence as you wait for him to tell you what's troubling him, and for a moment he actually looks calm. until -

"WHY WON'T YOU NOTICE HOW MUCH I LIKE YOU?? I JUST DON'T GET IT!" he drops the plate he was washing in the sink and cries into his sleeve.

you're so taken aback by his sudden (and dramatic) outcry that you have to take a small step back. but then you actually realise what he's just said.

"wait - YOU LIKE ME? AS IN -"

"YES, LIKE THAT!" he looks at you with tears falling down his cheeks. "I'VE MADE IT SO OBVIOUS! I COMPLIMENT YOU ALMOST EVERY HOUR OF THE DAY, I HOLD YOUR HAND WHEN YOU'RE STEPPING OFF THE SHIP-"

"wait, sanji-"

"-I EVEN PUT HEART-SHAPED CANDIES IN YOUR LUNCH BOX! AND ONE OF THEM QUITE LITERALLY SAID 'I love you' ON IT!"

"WHAT? NO WAY. i ate them without even reading them..." you look away sheepishly. "sanji... i truly had no idea you felt that way about me, and i mean it. honestly, even if i did see, i thought you would've done the same for nami or robin."

sanji wipes away some of his tears, now shyly struggling to meet your eyes. "i guess so, but... it really is different with you, i promise."

"no no, i believe you," you give his arm a small squeeze. "and i'm relieved because i feel the same way." it feels like a risk, but you kiss his cheek.

he practically short-circuits, not even sure how to form words at first. "...you don't know how long i've waited to experience that," he takes your hand. "and i mean literally. i was losing hope with how oblivious you are."

"well, the wait's over now, so no need to worry." you smile warmly and he smiles back.

© luffydotcom

[dokyumms]

seventeen's reaction to you hiding an injury from them !

pairings: ot13 x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2.2k (lowkey estimated bc word counter isn’t working)

cw: injuries (sprained wrist/ankle, concussions, etc.), blood mentioned but not descriptive (woozi) way too much backstory bc i'm a d1 yapper

a/n: for the record i've never sustained a major injury (thankfully!) besides when i dislocated my shoulder when i was 4 years old so this may not be accurate. SO sorry that this took so long i had a brain fart or smth 😔

scoups - you really didn't think he'd notice immediately, but he does. you accidentally rolled your ankle trying to catch the subway. it wasn't too bad; the doctor said you'd minorly sprained your ankle, but all it needed was a couple weeks in a splint. in some attempt to hide it, you put on some sweatpants and slippers and call it a day.

so deciding it wasn't that big of a deal (and lowkey a win since you got to skip work), you didn't think of telling seungcheol because one, you didn't feel like listening to him scold you for staying up too late the night before, and two, he'd just gotten off tour. he didn't need to spend the next couple of weeks babying you over an injury that didn't even require surgery.

but when he returns home from a day out and catches you instantly put down your leg from where you'd been elevating it on a footstool, he immediately grows suspicious of something. "why were you doing that just now?"

"eh? i think you're being paranoid- oh, um..." you try to play it off, but then he comes closer and inspects your body for a bit before pulling up your pant leg to reveal the splint surrounding your ankle despite your protests.

his eyes widen and he looks up at you from where he's kneeling. "you got hurt? when? why didn't you call me?" he asks rapidly. you sigh, listening to him scold you even more than what he would have if you'd told him earlier, finally promising him to never hide anything from him again.

jeonghan - basically, you slipped in the shower and gave yourself a concussion while jeonghan was at practice. out of pure embarrassment, you didn't tell jeonghan because let's be real, it sounded a little stupid and someone like him would never let you live it down.

and honestly, you thought you'd exceeded. jeonghan had come home and didn't mention anything to you, just complaining about how he hates all his choreography (he says this everytime he has to learn new choreo...). that was until you went to bed.

all is well, but then those massive headaches roll in one by one and now you're stuck with an unbearable migraine. trying not to disturb your boyfriend, you uncurl yourself from him and barely make your way to the kitchen.

the headache only gets worse as you fumble with the advil bottle while cursing your concussion aloud when suddenly a hand takes it and opens it. "here," you turn around, only to find jeonghan offering the bottle with a confused, sleepy look.

"and what were you muttering around? a concussion or something?" you gulp, taking the advil as you try to come up with an excuse. he takes your (literally three second) hesitation as an answer, "wait- you actually got a concussion?" avoiding the question, you attempt to usher him back to bed, but now he's somehow gained consciousness and doesn't back down. "y/n, what happened? and why didn't you tell me?" and when you finally tell him, he's... disappointed?

"baby, you really didn't tell me you got a concussion because you thought i'd make fun of you?" he sighs, shaking his head before putting his hands on your shoulder, "i'm your lover before a jokester or best friend, okay? i care about you more than anything. don't hide things like this from me."

joshua - in this situation, you would say "snitches get stitches" but the only one who actually got stitches was you.

you got a pretty bad arm wound while bike riding with your friend. it hurt and the only thing you really remembered was crying from the pain. anyways, joshua had just gotten off tour, and you'd feel bad for making him worry, so you made your friend promise to not mention it to him.

but the only warning you get when you return home from the hospital is a text from that same friend saying, "sorry y/n...." before you open the door and are greeted by a very worried joshua.

"y/n! i heard about your arm, are you okay?" you try to brush him off, but he doesn't let you. "hey, your friend also said you were going to try to hide it from me. why's that?"

"it's really not a big deal shua-"

"don't lie to me, she said you were crying, babe. why are you trying so hard to keep this from me?"

you don't know what to say and joshua just embraces you, "here, i'll take care of you okay?" and you let him, because it's joshua.

jun - ugh, he's so oblivious yet somehow annoyingly observant that he finds out without trying.

someone ran over your toe with a shopping cart during your grocery trip. it truly didn't hurt that much in the moment, but the hours after that? oh boy were they torturing.

it still didn't seem like enough to tell jun about, so you simply went about your day suffering in silence.

during dinner, however, he asks you through scoops of chinese steamed egg, "did you hurt your foot while shopping?"

taken aback by the accuracy of his question, you literally drop your spoon and he's just like, "what?? you just seem to be lighter on your feet today, that's all."

he takes the whole situation pretty lightly (oblivious i tell you) that he doesn't even believe you when you try to tell him the truth 😭 "okay, okay, you're just trying to make me seem smart now." so then you take off your sock at the dinner table and lift your bruised foot to show him and he looks at you like this: (°ロ°)

hoshi - unlike jun, he does NOT take it lightly. he's almost offended.

yes, you shouldn't be trying to walk around too much with a bad ankle, but you can't help it okay? sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, like walk hoshi's dog, latte, while he works on his album.

he's been really busy, okay? you never told him about how you tripped around a week ago, so you'd just been living as if it never happened. honestly it's no surprise that you kind of automatically accepted his sister's request without thinking of your ankle (that was praying you'd stop putting pressure on it).

but then you make the grave mistake of posting your walk on instagram with just a sliver of the bandage wrapping up your ankle. he literally hearts the story, removes it, and replies with an angry face.

he calls you, "y/n! what are you doing walking around with an obviously injured leg? and why am i finding out through your instagram story?"

you're not sure what to say, but he talks for you, "i'm leaving practice right now so i can take care of both my babies, don't move. you'll make your ankle worse, babe."

"right, because you'd know-" and he hangs up on you,

wonwoo - silently observant...

you were surprised that you'd been able to go this long with a cast around your wrist, only using hoodies to conceal it, but turns out wonwoo's like those shop employees who wait for people to steal $1000 worth of stuff before dropping that lawsuit on them.

one day, you're both just sitting on the couch when he grabs ahold of your wrist. he literally waits for you to be distracted, doomscrolling on social media, to do it.

but then you feel him roll up your sleeve, and now you're doomed.

"what's this, y/n?" he asks firmly, holding your arm tight enough to where you can't move, but somehow gently as to prevent any discomfort (how cute of him).

"you really didn't think i would notice it? you wearing hoodies when it's 70 degrees, eating with your nondominant hand, taking forever to shower because you have to wash your hair with one arm, why didn't you just let me take care of you?"

you sort of shrink back in shame; wonwoo read you and you were stunned. he simply takes you into his arms, murmuring, "i'm not mad, i just want you to know that you don't have to struggle like that when i'm here. i'll notice either way."

woozi - ouch. you accidentally cut yourself while cleaning up the remnants of a glass cup you dropped. the cut was deep, but somehow still in a sleepy daze, you cleaned it to the best of your ability, slapped some gauze on it, and went back to bed.

whenever jihoon comes home, he follows his normal 2 am schedule, but then notices the blood-stained towel in the hamper. he rushes to your room, only to find you sound asleep.

still, he shakes you awake, "y/n, why's there a towel with blood all over it in the laundry room?" you kind of look at him, confused, before simply lifting your arm to reveal the amateur work you did you bandage it.

at first, he sighs in relief, but then you see his brows furrow. "when did this happen? seems kinda serious..." he inspects it closely as you mumble, "i dunno, couple hours ago? i dropped something."

"what? why didn't you call me? i could've come home earlier to take care of it." he says, feeling guilty about not being there.

"it's really nothing, you've been really busy anyway. this isn't something you should worry about-" but he shushs you. "i'm never too busy to help you, y/n. i don't want you thinking like that."

dk - like hoshi, he doesn't take it lightly. you took a heavy fall while rushing to work a couple days ago. it wasn't a big deal until your arm started to bruise pretty badly.

you knew seokmin would freak out at it, so you planned on wearing long sleeve shirts to cover it up, and it'd been working pretty well.

but unfortunately for you, this had to be the time where you forgot to bring a shirt with you to shower, accidentally bringing two pairs of pants instead.

you tried to dash in and out of your room as fast as possible, but seokmin was plopped on your bed, getting a clear view of your arm (you had a towel wrapped around you okay?).

his jaw drops, you grab a shirt, water is dripping everywhere, and you yell “i’ll explain later!” as you run back to the bathroom.

when you come back, his jaw is still in the same position. “seok, it’s really not that bad.” you assure him, but he barely pays attention, just reaching for your arm. “it looks bad though…” he mumbles, poking at the bruise like a little kid, “that didn’t hurt, right?”

ugh, he’s so cute.

mingyu - you somehow manage to slice your hand open while cooking dinner for whenever mingyu comes home.

do you tell him? absolutely not. you definitely do not need him locking you out of the kitchen after you try to cook one time.

you really don’t have time to go to the hospital (which you definitely should’ve done??) so you opt to put some pressure on it with a towel until it stops bleeding, and because you have terrible timing, mingyu enters the apartment.

at first he says “smells pretty good! what are you-“ he strides into the kitchen to see the food you were unable to plate at the dining table (that actually looks pretty good), your distressed face, and then your hand.

“at least i got here on time,” he says, taking your hand and looking at it closely. “don’t worry, i was like trained for this stuff.” he smiles, heading toward what you used to think was an overstuffed medical cabinet.

“you didn’t even call me. were you planning to take care of this yourself?” he asks, wrapping your hand with precision. “i’m here for a reason, you know? you just gotta let me help you, baby.”

the8 - you had a feeling minghao would notice immediately, but there was a very slim chance he’d miss it this time. he’d just got done filming for his survival show, and you knew he’d be tired when he got home.

you’re a pretty clumsy person, and you always felt bad for making a usually calm minghao worried. so, when you tripped and got a concussion the day before, you didn’t tell him.

it was going fine, painkillers acting as your savior, but then you ran out of them. groaning, you decide to wait for minghao to leave the house to go buy more, but he doesn’t?

it’s like his subconscious knew your plan, and eventually you just can’t take it anymore, calling your friend and asking her to drop some off.

then you go to take a nap on the couch as an attempt to sleep off the headache you have, unaware that your friend’s at the door.

minghao gently shakes you awake, bottle of advil in his hand and a concerned look on his face. “i knew something was up with you. you should’ve just told me, y/n.” he says, explaining how your friend gave him a weird face when he asked about the medication and then dropping how you got a concussion like it was obvious.

“we shouldn’t hide things like this, okay? it’s not good for you.”

seungkwan - let’s just say, you may not be cut out for volleyball.

you were just goofing off with your friends, playing volleyball, when you dislocated your shoulder. seungkwan was hosting a variety show, and you didn’t feel like bothering him, so you didn’t mention it, not even when he video called you during his lunch break.

it wasn’t that bad of an injury, the doctor popped it back into its socket and you were sent home with some medication.

a week passes with no problem, but then seungkwan offers to play some badminton (like the LAST sport you should be trying to play during recovery), and thinking it wouldn’t be too bad, you accept.

it’s only till you’re actually swinging the racket that you realize that your shoulder has definitely not healed, let alone healed enough to really be playing a sport. you suddenly pause, “wait- just give me a minute.” he runs over from his side of the court. “hey, what’s going on? you look like you’re in pain.”

trying to get out the fact it’s because you got a dislocated shoulder, you ramble “it’s fine, just a dislocatedshoulderigotaweekagowithouttellingyou 😄”

and he’s like “WHAT? are you crazy?? why are you trying to play on it?” and proceeds to grab that same arm and drag you out of the court. he definitely scolds you for the rest of the day…

vernon - normally he’s chill, but right now he’s lowkey tweaking out.

while he was visiting his sister for her birthday, you broke your leg. you didn’t tell vernon because you wanted him to have a good time with his sister (how nice of you 😊), but when he comes home, he doesn’t think of it as such.

you’re laying on the couch, watching a show, whenever he enters the apartment. there’s a blanket over you, so he doesn’t notice the leg immediately.

“finally, this jet lag has got me *yawn* out of it.” he says, lifting the blanket just enough so he can slide in next to you.

he still doesn’t notice until his leg touches your boot, yelping in surprise. “why are you wearing shoes on the couch?” and then making another surprised noise when you reveal its a medical boot.

“did this happen when i was gone? you should’ve told me…” he gently scolds you, mainly because you made him so surprised, and then just lays back with you on the couch like nothing happened.

dino - you really wanted to tell him, but he just looked so happy in singapore and you really didn’t feel like ruining his time there.

on the way to class, you fractured your wrist while trying to catch yourself. since then, you’ve been struggling trying to do basically anything: changing clothes, showering, cooking, the list goes on.

but you didn’t tell him, just choosing to get through it until he comes home.

“y/n~ i’m home!” he calls out, walking in with his luggage. you’re in the shower, arm sticking out as far as it can away from the water, trash bag wrapped around that arm, and ultimately, just in a bad position.

“um, in here! can you help me?” you holler. you feel bad for making him help you as soon as he got home, but you’re going through hell and back trying to shampoo your hair.

he walks into the bathroom, “you sure you want me in here?” and all he sees is a fogged up shower with a trash bagged arm sticking out of it. surprisingly, he immediately understands what happened.

“babe, you should’ve told me earlier.” he says, helping you wash your hair properly. “i don’t like to think that you’ve been struggling like this without me there.” he frowns, kissing you on the forehead.

[ladyfocalors]

Trappola's Guide To Winning (Your Heart)

summary: Ace overhears that you have a crush on someone, and for whatever reason, it bothers him. His solution? Offering to "help" you impress your crush, all while acting like he doesn’t care. His advice is half-serious and half-sabotage, but as time goes on, you notice his mood shifting.

pairing: ace trappola x gn!reader

warnings: miscommunication(?).

word count: 2.3k

ace trappola time! he is such a lying liar and a big denier. writing him was a bit tricky so i went a bit with my gut here. i will just have keep writing/reading about him until i get it! also thank you so much for the love on the riddle fic. i promise i read all your replies and reblogs! they make my day <3

Ace Trappola wasn’t the type to get so hung up on things (that was debatable). So when he overheard you telling Deuce and Grim that you had a crush on someone, he should’ve just let it go.

But he didn't.

"You have a crush?" he had repeated, standing behind you with his arms crossed.

"Were you eavesdropping?" You had turned around, startled.

"Not my fault you were talking so loud," he had shot back, avoiding the question. "Who is it?"

You had pressed your lips together, glancing at Deuce and Grim for help. Grim just cackled and said, "Why do you care? You jealous or somethin', Ace?"

Great question. Why does he care? And no, he was not jealous. Imagine being jealous of an idiot you liked! (He actually didn't know why he cared. Maybe because he was curious. Yeah. That was it.)

"I don't," Ace lied immediately. "I'm just shocked, that's all. I mean, really, Prefect? I thought you had better taste."

You narrowed your eyes. "You don't even know who it is."

"Exactly!" Ace threw up his hands. "I'm already questioning your judgment. What’s so great about this mystery person anyway?"

A small smile tugged at your lips. "I don't know. They’re just… fun to be around, I guess. They always know how to make me laugh."

"Sounds like an idiot." Ace scoffed.

"I like idiots."

Ace scoffed but found himself momentarily stunned into silence. That was the kind of thing people said when they were absolutely down bad, wasn’t it? His stomach twisted uncomfortably. Gross.

"Prefect, you should just ignore him," Deuce advised, probably sensing trouble. "He's just messing with you."

Ace was messing with you, sure. But also, not really. Kind of. His stomach was twisting in an unfamiliar way, a strange discomfort settling into his chest. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like this one bit.

Why did you have to go have a crush? Most importantly, why did he feel like he was losing to someone?

But he was Ace Trappola, and Ace Trappola didn’t lose. Not even to some mystery crush of yours. So he grinned, masking whatever this weird feeling he didn't want to feel was, and said, "Well, whoever it is, you’re in luck. Because, out of the kindness of my heart, I’m willing to help you win them over."

You gave him a questioning look. "Kindness? You sound like the Headmage with that talk."

"That hurts, Prefect. Comparing me to Crowley of all people?" Ace looked very offended.

"Well, forgive me for not trusting your kindness."

"Wow. No faith in me at all, huh?"

"Yeah, ‘cause you're totally not up to something shady." Grim snickered.

Ace shot Grim a withering look before turning to you. "Listen, I'm a romantic genius. Who better to help than me?"

You gave him a flat look. "I can think of a hundred people off the top of my head."

"Wrong," Ace said, leaning in with a grin. "You won't find better advice anywhere else."

"Okay, fine. I will take your so-called advice." You said with a defeated sigh.

Ace had won. Well, sort of.

Winning would be getting you to drop this whole crush thing entirely—something he was starting to want more and more as each minute passed. But for now, he’d settle for the next best thing: being the one you turned to for help.

That meant he had the advantage. That meant he could steer this however he wanted.

(And definitely not in the direction of some other loser getting your attention.)

"Alright, first things first: you gotta get their attention." Ace said, laying on your couch as you busied yourself with assignments, while Deuce peeked at your notes and Grim laid flat on the bed. "Make them notice you. You know, stand out."

You frowned at his words. "I feel like I already stand out. I'm the only magicless student in the whole school."

Ace waved that off. "Yeah, but that’s not the right kind of standing out. Make them curious about you. And you make them jealous."

"What?"

"You heard me." Ace said, tilting his head smugly. "Nothing gets people to realize their feelings faster than a little jealousy. Trust me, works every time."

Deuce looked dubious. "That sounds kind of–"

"–like bad advice?" you finished.

Ace scoffed, sitting up on the couch now. "C’mon, it’s basic psychology. If they see you getting cosy with someone else, they’ll start thinking, ‘Oh no, I’m gonna lose them!’ and boom, feelings unlocked."

"And how’s the Prefect s’posed to do that, huh?" Grim asked.

Ace shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe flirt with someone cool and charming." His grin widened. "Like me, for example."

You felt uneasy. It was stupid. You knew it was stupid. Ace didn’t know he was your crush, which meant you had no right to be upset. Still, hearing him offer you advice even if it sounded terrible and also offer himself so casually made your stomach sink.

You forced a laugh. "How noble of you to volunteer."

"What can I say?" Ace grinned. "I’m a giver."

Deuce frowned. "I don’t think lying is the best way to-"

"Okay, okay, plan B then," Ace cut in. "You should act a little harder to get."

"Harder to get?" you repeated.

"Yeah. Make them work for it." Ace leaned forward with an amused glint in his eye. "I mean, you’re not easy, right?"

Grim made a noise of disgust, and Deuce turned pink. "Ace, that sounds–!"

"I mean personality-wise, you weirdos," Ace huffed, cutting Deuce off for the umpteenth time. "Jeez, get your mind out of the gutter."

Ace ignored him and then turned to you. "But yeah, you should be a little distant. Y’know, act like you don’t care too much."

Act like you don't care too much. The words echoed in your mind. If he liked you, he would be jealous and wouldn't try to help you. Right?

It was fine. You would just take his advice and use it on him. After all, he was your crush. And if he really didn’t feel the same way, then at least you’d have your answer.

For the next few days, you followed Ace’s advice to the dot.

And Ace didn’t catch on. At first.

You made sure to get his attention, like he had said. Not in an over-the-top way, which would be very weird for you, but just enough to throw him off. Like sitting next to Deuce more often during lunch. Smiling a little too enthusiastically at other people. Being just out of reach whenever Ace tried to tug you into whatever ridiculous scheme he had cooking up that day. When he complained, you shrugged and told him, "I’m busy, Ace."

"Oh, busy now, huh?" Ace had scoffed, but he didn’t seem too bothered. Not yet.

The jealousy part took a little more effort, mostly because you weren’t great at flirting and Grim had outright refused to help you with any ideas, calling the whole thing "a pathetic excuse for a love scheme." But you had to be committed to the bit, so you pushed on, casually dropping compliments around Ace—never to him but always near him.

"Deuce, your hair looks nice."

"Jack is really strong, don't you think?"

"Isn't Silver so pretty? He looks like a prince."

Ace didn’t think much of it at first.

Well, he thought about it, but not in the way that meant anything. It was just weird, that’s all. A little annoying. Maybe a tiny bit irritating. But not because it bothered him. No, he wasn’t one of those weirdos who got all jealous just because their best friend was paying attention to other people. That would be ridiculous.

It was just that… who even complimented Deuce’s hair? Deuce had the most normal hair. And Jack? Sure, the guy was strong, but you sounded way too impressed about it. And Silver? Pretty? Like a prince? Okay, maybe, but why did you have to say it out loud?

And why were you so out of reach?

It wasn’t a huge difference, not really. Just enough that made him confused. He’d reach for your sleeve to drag you somewhere, and you’d slip away with some excuse. He’d call your name, and sometimes you’d brush him off.

It didn't matter, he told himself. (He told himself a lot of things lately.)

Things didn't change until Deuce had to smack him (not physically) out of the denial phase.

"You’re so obvious."

Ace blinked out of his daydreams. "What?"

Deuce stared at him like he was the dumbest person alive, which Ace took immediate offense to. He was not dumb. He just… hadn’t figured out whatever Deuce was talking about yet. Which wasn’t his fault, obviously.

"You like them," Deuce said, as if that explained anything.

Ace scoffed. "Duh, I like them. The Prefect is my friend."

"How do you know I was talking about the Prefect?"

Oh… crap. When did Deuce get so smart?

"Because who else would you be talking about?" He tried to play it off, but the heat rising to his face betrayed him. "You’re making weird assumptions, Deuce."

"You like them," Deuce repeated.

Ace let out a sharp laugh, crossing his arms. "You're insane. I don't, I helped them. With their crush. You think I'd do that if I actually liked them?"

Deuce gave him a long, exasperated look, then exhaled through his nose. "Okay. Let’s say you don't like them. Then explain why you have been sulking so much and acting so bothered?"

"I am not!"

"You nearly bit my head off when they complimented my hair."

"Well, maybe I don’t like lying," Ace shot back. "Your hair is just hair, Deuce."

Deuce’s eye twitched.

"And anyway," Ace went on, louder, "you’re ignoring the important part here. The Prefect has a crush. Not on me. So whatever you’re implying is wrong."

"No."

"What do you mean no?" Ace burst out. "What happened to backing up your friends?"

"You’ve been helping them impress their crush, right?" Deuce asked. "Then why does all your advice sound like sabotage?"

"That’s not–" Ace began, then stopped. The words stuck to the roof of his mouth, unwilling to come out, because… well.

He liked you.

Ace felt the world shift uncomfortably. That gross twisting in his stomach he had been ignoring for days? The irrational irritation every time you looked at someone else for too long? The fact that he had been so convinced that you having a crush was some sort of personal loss?

Everything made sense now.

"This is bad." he stuffed his hand into his pocket, turned on his heel and left his dorm, setting off on a long, aimless walk. Maybe fresh air would clear his head. Maybe it would make this realization feel less like a punch.

You didn't like him. You never told him who you liked and he was so caught up in denial that he didn't even bothered you to ask.

No, no. That wasn't fair. He liked you and made you follow his terrible advice (you didn't have to but you did). He already came so far and he didn't want to pretend he didn't like you.

The least he could do was be honest with you.

And, Ace Trappola wasn't a coward.

(Okay, maybe he was. A little. But not about this. Not about you.)

So after what was possibly the longest walk of his life, he turned back toward Ramshackle, his heart thudding against his ribs.

Ace had already spent enough time being an idiot. He wasn’t going to waste another second.

You had just finished dealing with Grim’s latest round of whining about dinner when a knock at the door made you pause.

You weren’t expecting anyone. Grim was still sulking about his empty stomach, so with a sigh, you moved to open the door, only to be met with the last person you expected.

"Uh," you started. "Are you in trouble with Riddle–"

"I like you." The words left his mouth before he could stop them. He looked vaguely horrified, like he hadn’t planned on saying it so fast. But now that it was out there, he couldn’t take it back. "Like, really like you."

You froze at the admission.

Ace sighed but continued. "Look, I get it, okay? You like someone else, and I already dug my own grave, but I had to tell you. Because, because if I didn’t, I’d be lying, and it sucks, and–"

"Ace–"

"–I mean, I probably made things worse by trying to help you and made you follow bad advice, which is the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, and–"

"ACE!"

He finally shut up.

You exhaled, heartbeat loud in your ears. "You are my crush. I used your advice on you, idiot."

He stared at you, a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"Huh?" he said, very eloquently.

You rolled your eyes but smiled. You moved ahead to pull him in a hug. He immediately froze, standing stiff as a board. It took a few seconds for his brain to finally catch up to him and he returned your hug with a laugh.

"So all of that–"

"–was me following your advice." you finished his sentence, pulling back enough to look at his face. "You sabotaged yourself without realising it."

Ace groaned dramatically, letting his hands drop to his sides. "I played myself. I actually played myself!"

You laughed, shaking your head. "But at least now you know I like you back?"

Ace looked at you, then his usual cocky grin came back to his face. His hands settled awkwardly on your arms. "Yeah… yeah! Of course you like me. Who wouldn't fall me?"

You smacked his arms away. "Don't get too smug about it. Just be grateful I like idiots."

He could only smile at you, happy to have you back again.

He felt lighter, his heart fluttering with joy.

© ladyfocalors

[woso-dreamzzz]

Sound III

Steph Catley x Child!Reader

Summary: Your first day at school

"Go on," Steph says," Go and stand with Calvin and I'll take a picture."

You shift a little on your feet as you do as you're told.

Steph's been floating on air this whole morning.

She made you a special breakfast of pancakes and strawberries. She brushed your hair gently and helped your change into your new uniform.

You think she might end up crying too but that's only because your best friend told you that's what her mothers did when they were in the shop to buy her new uniform.

"You're so grown up now, angel," Steph says from behind her camera," I might cry."

You knew that would happen and you shuffle forward to hug her.

She's much bigger than you. She's always been bigger than you but that's okay because Steph says you've got a much bigger heart than her so you try to force all of your love into this hug for her.

"It's only a half day, alright?" She says, though it seems like she's trying to remind herself more than you," So I'll be picking you up right before lunch and we'll head back to training. I'm sure the others are all going to be so excited to hear about your day."

"Okay, Mummy."

"And..." Steph trails up, biting at her lip for a moment before kneeling down and drawing your closer. "There's going to be a lot of kids and they won't be like your friends at camp. They might not...understand that-"

"That I have to wear extra ears?"

"That you have to wear hearing aids, that's right. Do you remember your rules?"

You do.

Of course you do.

Steph made sure you memorised all of them during summer, insisting that they were important for your wellbeing.

"Don't let anyone touch my ears. No turning off my ears and remember that my new friends might not know how to sign so I have to use my voice."

Steph smiles. "Good girl. And make sure that if anyone teases you, you go straight to the teacher to let them know."

You nod. "I will, Mummy."

Steph doesn't end up crying at home though her eyes water slightly as she loads you up into the car.

She doesn't even cry when she leaves you in your new classroom with your new teacher and your new classmates.

She does cry in the car though.

In the car.

On the way to training.

At training.

She just can't seem to stop.

"She's so big now," Steph sobs into Beth's shoulder," So big. When did she get so big?"

"Still crying?" Kyra asks with a dismissive eye roll.

"Has been for the past half an hour," Alessia replies," Beth had to convince her not to pick y/n up early."

"Y/n's a great kid. I'm sure she's having the best time."

"Don't tell Steph that. It might be too much to cope with."

The hours tick by slowly or at least they do to Steph. For what feels like every half an hour, she looks up at the clock to find only five minutes have passed.

It's excruciatingly painful and it's clear to everyone that she's not really listening so it's no surprise that Steph is up and gone like a shot the minute her alarm goes off.

She's early to pick up, anxiously parked outside the school and tapping her steering wheel before your class comes out.

You're near the front like she told you to be, your pastel pink backpack practically dwarfing you in size as you come out.

"Hey, angel," Steph coos as you go running into her arms, burying your face into her neck," Hey. I missed you today."

"Missed you too, mummy," You reply, your voice small and quiet like it usually is," I kept my ears on. I didn't let people touch them. I spoke as I signed too."

"Good girl," Steph says, easily lifting you up into her arms," And was it good? School? Did you have fun?"

You look a little nervous but still nod. "I think so."

Steph doesn't want to pry too deep into that while still on school grounds but there's a horrible sinking feeling in her chest at your words.

They play on her mind as she drives back to training. They're at the very front of her thoughts as she watches you go off to play with Kyra, Vic and Alessia.

She almost wears the floor down with her pacing as your words circle her head without respite.

You were a little nervous to tell her. You weren't sure if you had fun at school.

You certainly look like you're having fun now though as Kyra grabs you from behind and swings you around in the air before Vic and Less pounce and tickle your tummy.

You shriek with laughter and Steph doesn't want to think about you not having this kind of fun at school too.

She doesn't want to think about it all but she can't help it, calling out to stop your play before she even realises what she's done.

"Hey," She says, taking your hands and sitting down on the grass with you," I wanted to talk to you. Can we talk?"

You're still smiling - that infectious smile you have that makes everyone smile with you. "We can talk, Mummy!"

"I wanted to talk about school."

Your bright smile drops immediately. "Oh."

Steph draws you closer until you're firmly sat on her lap and she can hold your properly.

"I need you to be honest with me. Can you do that?"

"I can do that."

Steph takes a big breath before asking," Did you enjoy school? This is important."

You say something but it's a mumble and Steph has to strain to hear you.

"I enjoyed it. Had a lot of fun."

Steph frowns. "Then why did you say you weren't sure earlier."

You nibble at the inside of your cheek for a moment before you say," You looked sad this morning when you were getting me ready. I didn't want you to be more sad if it looked like I had more fun at school."

"Oh...Well..." Steph takes a moment to compose herself, to think through her muddle of thoughts. "You don't have to be scared to tell me these things, angel. I don't want you to feel like you can't tell me things. I just want you to be happy."

[alotofpockets]

One call away | Lucy Bronze x Reader

5k celebration prompt: "You came." - "You called."

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.2k

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It all started out as a fun night out with your friends, one you had really been needing. The four of you hadn't seen each other in a while, and you had really been missing them.

You spent the evening catching up over some drinks at your local bar. The bar you had been going to since your college days. After reminiscing about those days and reflecting on where life had taken you all, your friends gradually drifted onto the dance floor, one by one.

For a while, it was just you and Becca, but when a guy caught her eye, she hesitated before asking, “You don’t mind if I grab a drink with him, do you?” You shook your head, “Of course not. Go, have fun!”

That left you alone at the table. You weren’t interested in anyone at the bar, you only had eyes for your girlfriend at home. Tonight's invite had been extended to her as well, but Lucy told you she had to decline since she would have an early start tomorrow. You fully understood, so proud of her and her career.

The night took a turn for the worse when a group of guys sat down at your table uninvited. You never gave them permission to join you, and you instantly disliked it.

They were cocky, their words dripping with the kind of confidence only alcohol could provide. Their comments made your skin crawl, it didn't matter when you subtly let them know that you weren't interested. They bought you a drink even when you declined. 

The drink sat untouched in front of you, while they made comment after comment on your appearance, or how they would love to take you home.

When they were momentarily distracted by their drinks and another girl that walked by, you pulled out your phone.

Your finger hovered over Lucy’s number. She was probably already in bed, it was getting late. You dialed her number nonetheless, knowing she always turned her volume off when going to bed, so you wouldn't wake her if she was already in bed.

On the second ring she picked up the phone, “Hey, what's up?” Her voice was warm and soft, exactly what you needed to help ground you.

You turn away from the guys slightly and lower your voice. “Hey, I know you're probably in bed already, but I was hoping to get some advice.”

“Of course, what's on your mind?” She asked in the same calm manner. 

“Some guys won't leave me alone. I don't want to ditch my friends, but I also don't want to deal with these guys anymore.”

Lucy was quick to respond, “Where are your friends?”

You shake your head, this wasn’t on them, you had told them it was okay for them to go do their own things. “It’s fine, they’re having fun. I just don’t want to be the person that ruins the night, you know? I want to stay, but I don’t know what to do about these guys.”

Your girlfriend sighed, “Alright, if you’re set on staying, just be firm. Tell them straight up that you’re not interested until they get the hint.”

For the next ten to fifteen minutes you tried using Lucy’s advice, telling them you weren’t interested, that you were in a relationship, that you were gay. None of it seemed to get through to them though as they just kept on going.

You were giving up, gathering your stuff, and putting it into your bag. “Oh come on, don’t leave. We could have so much fun together.” One of the guys said. Then another followed, “Or I can take you home, I am sure we can have even more fun there.” They were all hyping each other up like it was some game. It was disgusting. 

Just as one of the guys leaned in to say their next line, you heard a familiar voice from behind you. “Sorry I’m late, babe.”

You must have been wishing for Lucy so badly that your mind was playing tricks on you. You turn your face to the sound, and surely there she was. 

She wasn’t supposed to be here, she had an early morning. Plenty of reasons to not come, but there she was anyway. Dressed up nicely, as if she was meant to come out with you all along.

Your smile grew as she stepped closer, smoothly sliding into the seat beside you. Her arm wrapped around your shoulder as she pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. Then she looked over around the table, eyeing each one of the guys who were looking back at her in disbelief. 

“Who are they?” She asked you. “Actually, never mind. You guys were just leaving, right?” She leaned into you more.

“Eh, yeah.” and “Right.” was heard around the table as Lucy sent them each a look that would kill them if looks could kill.

The second they were gone, you let out a breath that you didn’t realise you were holding.

“You came.” You said fully leaning into Lucy’s side, letting her hold you close. “You called.” She said after placing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Yeah, but you have an early morning, you shouldn’t be here right now.” You said, knowing that it was definitely not on her planning to come and get you. She kept a tight schedule when it came to her footballing, and you didn’t want to get in the way of that.

“It doesn’t matter how early my morning is, if you need me I will always be one call away.” You relax into Lucy’s arms again, the weight of the night lifting off your shoulders. Lucy had a way of calming you down and making you feel safe. “Thank you for coming.”

You glanced at the dance floor, where your friends were still wrapped up in the guys they’d met earlier, oblivious to what had just happened at your table.

“Are you sure you want to stay? You know I love your friends, but it doesn’t seem like they are planning on coming back, seeing as they not once looked over and noticed you were in that situation.” 

Lucy was right, they looked to be enjoying themselves to the full extent, and probably wouldn’t even notice it if you left. “Let’s go home.” You pull out your phone and send them a message letting them know that you went home, before letting Lucy help you up and guide you out of the bar.

Back at home the two of you climbed into the bed, and you nestled into Lucy’s side again. You needed the extra bit of comfort the safety of her arms brought you. With you safely in her arms, it didn’t take Lucy long to fall asleep.You were glad that she did, hoping that you didn’t interrupt her schedule too much. But also knowing that Lucy would be there for you no matter how full her schedule was.

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[txttletale]

hello...what is this "eidolon playtest". i thought it was perhaps some kind of MTG since you like that and "playtest" but then i keep seeing like.....random character art. is this a tabletop thing. is it mtg and i just dont understand mtg. i know i can probably google this but jt seems like something you wnjoy and id like to hear you talk about it :^)

eidolon playtest is an actual play series in which the creators of the ttrpg 'eidolon: become your best self' and their friends -- as the name implies -- playtest aforementioned TTRPG. it has a pretty interesting format in which the same GM runs two separate campaigns for two different parties which slowly become more and more intertwined until they start crossing over directly. so far they have two pairs of campaigns finished, eidolon POP and ROCK (seasons 1 & 2) and eidolon SKA and DISCO (seasons 3 & 4), and season 5 (eidolon VGM and EDM) currently ongoing. they also have a couple of short mini-campaigns of 3-4 sessions each, which i'm not going to list all of because there's a lot.

eidolon playtest is really good for so many reasons i can't possibly provide a comprehensive account but here's some:

the tables are really, really good at taking something and running with it. the number of goofy, seemingly one-off jokes that get called back to and built up and end up becoming extremely serious and plot-critical has to be in the double digits by now

there is very much a lack of... for want of a better word 'preciousness' to the play -- like, one of the things i really don't like about dimension 20 is that because there is an entire production staff making all these little minis and sets, right, there is an investment and a need to put the money in front of the camera, it's basically impossible for e.g. combat encounters to be skipped or for anything to go too 'off the rails'. meanwhile in eidolon everyone will get excited when someone pulls a fucking insane plan out of nowhere that radically reshapes an encoutner, or when someone rolls/draws badly and something awful happens -- i fucking love that kind of play, where everyone is excited to see cool shit happen whether it's bad or good, and the eidolon playtest team do it really well

the characters are really good and bounce off each other really well. something i commented recently is that i love diska for the fact thaqt nonoe of the players are afraid to have their character just be a huge cunt sometimes. every campaign has some amount of interpersonal drama and it always seems like the players are really excited to have it, too. there are conflicts, some get resolved, some don't, some spiral into irreconcilable differences, some pave the way for extremely close bonds.

eidolon, the system (especially the 2e version that's used for diska onwards) is a great system which encourages fun and cool things to happen. every character has a jojo-style extremely specific power, which means that fights aren't boring slogs of people rolling dice (i hate combat in actual plays that use wargames, lol, even games with well-balanced combat systems that are fun to play often make horrible audio) but instead wacky and consistently dramatic encounters where the players make clever and creative use of their powers to take on a freak-of-the-week

the cast is just really damn good! i mentioned how the characters on all the shows have ineresting and complex dynamics, but even apart from that there's just so many characters on this show that i'm genuinely attached too, so many memorable and interesting pcs and npcs.

the show is funny as fuck!! constant laugh out loud bits throughout every campaign, often alongside the extremely heartfelt or dramatic ones. i've been refernecing a bit from eidolon disco so much recently it's been driving oen of my gfs crazy (you can buy rat poison for free at the store)

i, yknow, go back and forth on whether to mention this when recommending it bc i'm sure that the eidolon playtest folks don't, like, want to be pigeonholed as A Trans Podcast or whatever, but, like, when it feels like every AP podcast that advertises itself or is advertised as 'super queer' is like, two cis gay people and maybe one transmasc if you're lucky at an otherwise super cishet table -- it is such a breath of fresh air to listen to an actual play with a legit preponderance of transfem and nonbinary players playing all kinds of trans and queer characters.

tldr: its like homestuck but good

[angelic--kitty]

Ok, so I was reading the fluffy bunny Arle headcanons and you mentioned to not touch the tail.

But now I need to know the deets 😂 Because how could you resist???? You show me the fluffy and tell me no? Seems like a fun way to get her attention to me.

hey, it's your death wish 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ all yours 🤧

touching rabbit!arlecchino's tail

warnings: suggestive, wlw content, rabbit!arle, size difference, you call her "peruere"

arlecchino's tail, just like her ears; white, fluffy, and oh so adorable.

even though she's warned you countless times, grabbed your wrist in a tight grasp before you could even touch it, reminding you to "keep your hands to yourself."

you can't help but wonder how she'd react if you actually got to touch the ball of fluff. if it was as soft as it looked.

the perfect opportunity presented itself as you watched her sort through files in her office one late night. you were curled up in her chair, leaving her to stand and hunch over her desk. "peruere, it's getting late.

"you're more than welcome to go to bed." she answers, scribbling a signature on a document in front of her.

you sigh, slowly approaching her. "peruere." you mumble in her ear. "i don't want to sleep if you're not next to me. these late nights are getting ridiculous. i know whatever you're working on is important... but..." you frowned, unsure of what to say. "please?"

she sighed softly, glancing at you with tired eyes. "in a few minutes."

your eyes narrowed as she turned back to her documents, fluffy ears pressed to her head. you lean in quickly, wrapping your fingers around the base of her tail and squeezing ever so lightly. "per-"

in an instant, she's shoved you onto her desk, papers scattering as her ink bottle crashes to the floor. her face is flushed red, nearly the color of her irises as her claws poke into your skin. "you are an insatiable minx!" she snapped, pushing you against the hardwood as she leaned closer.

you struggled against her, though your efforts were futile as she kept you trapped beneath her. though you couldn't see it, her tail twitched, her arousal known only to her as she seethed. "i'm sorry-"

"oh, you're sorry?" she huffed, leaning down against you. "my tail is not to be touched. you want me to play with you? is that it? then you'll have my undivided attention."

before you could speak, she presses a hand to your mouth, muffling your words. "needy little pets don't speak." she snaps, pushing against your lips. "if you're so eager to get me worked up, then there's something else your mouth is much more useful for."

[kaiserinnessie]

Hello! Can we get some headcanons about Karasu, Ness (plus anyone else you like) having a crush on reader? Like how would they go about their crush and go about pinning for them etc etc

Anyways hope you'll have a wonderful day or night!!!!! Don't forget to drink water!!<33

Of course!! Thank u for asking:D sorry it took a bit to dooo!!

Karasu, Ness, and Bachira having a crush on you! Only adding one extra because of how long I plan on making the headcannons:P but I’m not afraid of writing more!

No smut in this!!

HIGHSCHOOL AU!! <———

KARASU TABITO

Karasu Tabito is the kind of person who hides his insecurities behind a smirk and a teasing word. He’s always the first to joke around, to make everyone laugh, and to act as though nothing ever fazes him. But when it comes to you? All that confidence starts to crack, revealing the underlying yearning and self-doubt he’s desperately trying to suppress. Poor thing just wants to feel like he’s enough for you!

Big tease!

•Karasu has always been one of the smart ones, as as much as he is smart, he’s FLIRTY. And a huge tease. Granted not as much as a few others.. but it’s definitely still there.

•He’ll catch you off guard with a remark like, “You always do that when you’re thinking, huh?” Whenever he notices you tilt your head.. maybe lip your lips.. whatever it is. He knows. And he exploits it as much as he can.

•Loves to comment on if you’ve had a particular rough morning, maybe bed head or obviously not awake.. he will make sure you know. Though if you ever actually get mad or sad over it he will stop. “Woah.. did ya fight a raccoon last night?”

•if you EVER tease him back you have a 50/50 chance of him returning it or becoming a slightly flustered mess. Not like he will show it easily though.

Tries his best to always be near you…

•Karasu’s natural charisma often makes it seem like he’s always surrounded by people. But when it comes to you, he’ll go out of his way to be near you without you even realizing it. He’ll sit next to you in class when he doesn’t have to, lean casually against your desk just to talk to you between lessons, and find excuses to walk you home. He’ll claim it’s no big deal.. “I’m just making sure you don’t get lost, okay?”…but secretly, he cherishes the moments when it’s just the two of you.

•When he’s near you, he can’t help but feel a flutter of something warm in his chest. It’s the kind of feeling he’s not used to.. a feeling that makes him anxious because he doesn’t know how to handle it. But no matter how much he tries to suppress it, he keeps gravitating toward you, hoping you’ll notice him without him ever having to say the words. Until eventually he HAS too.

Jealousssyyy

•Karasu isn’t the jealous type.. at least, that’s what he tells himself. But when you laugh or talk to other guys, something sharp pricks at his chest. It’s an uncomfortable feeling, one he’s not used to. His first instinct is to mask it with sarcasm, to act as if it doesn’t bother him. But inside, he feels a knot in his stomach, a slight unease at the thought of you with someone else.

•If you’re talking to someone else, he’ll often find a way to insert himself into the conversation. His usual teasing becomes sharper, but it’s not about being funny anymore. It’s about making sure you know that he’s the one you should be paying attention to. He’ll throw his arm over your shoulder, get a little too close, and maybe say something like, “You sure you’re not wasting your time with this guy? You know I’m more fun.”

Absolute sweetie when alone

•Despite his usual bravado, Karasu craves the quiet moments with you. Whether it’s walking together after school, sitting next to you in class, or just sharing a silent moment… those are the times when his emotions are the hardest to hide. He’ll find himself watching you, memorizing the way you move, the way you laugh, the way you make everything seem so much brighter.

•These moments are the hardest for him. Because in the silence, he starts to realize just how much you mean to him.. and how terrified he is of losing you. It’s in these moments when the thought of telling you becomes unbearable, and he wonders if he’s even worthy of being the one you turn to.

Loves to impress you

•Deep down, Karasu has always felt like he’s been playing catch-up. He hides it well behind his teasing and cocky exterior, but there’s a part of him that constantly fears being seen as mediocre. He wants to stand out, to be someone worth remembering. And with you, he wants to be good enough. Not just for your attention, but for something deeper, something real.

•In gym class, he’ll push himself a little harder when he sees you watching. He doesn’t want to admit it, but the thought of impressing you is what drives him to do better. If you compliment him, he’ll respond with his usual smirk, trying to act like it doesn’t matter. But inside, his heart flutters with a mix of relief and excitement. She noticed me. She sees me.

Late night texts? Absolutely

•Karasu is the kind of person who can hide his emotions behind a joke. But sometimes, late at night, he’ll send you messages that are more than just silly or sarcastic.

•He might text you just to pass the time, “What would you do if I wasn’t here? Would you miss me?” Or maybe something a little more personal, like..“Do you ever wonder if life is just… full of random moments that change everything?” It’s his way of reaching out, of saying something without actually saying it. He won’t admit it, but he’s waiting for your reply, hoping you’ll answer in a way that makes him feel less alone.

Once he knows he’s WHIPPED

•There comes a point where Karasu can’t hide his feelings anymore, no matter how much he tries. It might happen when you’re laughing with friends, and his heart skips a beat just hearing your voice. Or when you smile at him in passing, and he’s suddenly unable to breathe.

•It’s in that moment that he realizes.. he’s completely, hopelessly in love with you. And it scares him. Because he’s terrified that he’s just another guy, another fleeting interest. That no matter how hard he tries, he’ll never be enough for you. But for now, all he can do is keep pretending, keep laughing, keep flirting, all while hoping you’ll see past the facade and notice the real him.

Alexis Ness

Ness’s feelings for you are incredibly pure and genuine, blooming like a soft, sweet affection that he doesn’t quite know how to navigate. From the moment he develops a crush on you, he becomes like a loyal, affectionate puppy, always wanting to be close to you and find reasons to make you smile. His energy is contagious.. when he’s around, everything feels a little lighter, a little more cheerful. He’s the kind of person who radiates positivity, but underneath that, there’s a quiet yearning and a soft vulnerability that he doesn’t always know how to express.

Ness has a deep insecurity about being seen as ordinary or forgettable. He works hard to stand out, to be noticed, but he often finds himself comparing himself to others, unsure of where he fits in the world. His crush on you brings out the best and the worst in him.. his fears, his doubts, and his desire to be enough for you.

Constantly finds reasons to be with u

•Ness doesn’t waste any opportunity to spend time with you. Whether it’s volunteering to help with schoolwork or suggesting to walk home together, he’s always finding reasons to be by your side. He’ll randomly show up with coffee or your favorite snack, his eyes lighting up when he sees you, eager to see your reaction. It’s almost like he wants to make you happy in the smallest ways, hoping that his efforts are enough to brighten your day.

•Though he’s always friendly and cheerful, there’s a subtle nervousness behind it. He wants to be the best version of himself for you, but he doesn’t always know how. When you smile at him or thank him for the small gestures, he feels a warmth spread through his chest, a quiet joy that makes him feel like everything is worth it. But as much as he tries to keep it together, his heart races, and he often stumbles over his words, embarrassed by how much he truly cares.

As sweet and gentle as a puppy (for you)

•When Ness realizes how deeply he feels for you, he gets a bit shy. He tries to play it cool, to act nonchalant, but it’s clear he’s overthinking everything. When you look at him or ask him a question, he stumbles over his words, his usual confidence faltering. He’ll laugh it off, pretending it’s nothing, but inside, he’s feeling a little like a mess. His sweet nature shines through, but his heart skips a beat whenever you say something kind, and he can’t help but overanalyze every interaction.

•Ness doesn’t know how to express his feelings in a bold way, so instead, he shows you through little actions.. holding the door open, offering his jacket when it’s cold, helping you with your assignments. He just wants to make your life a little easier and, in his quiet way, let you know that he’s always there for you. These small acts are his love language, and they come so naturally to him, yet he still worries if they’re enough.

Loves to make you smile

•One of the most endearing things about Ness is how much he wants to see you happy. He’s the type to notice when you’re feeling down or stressed and will try his best to lift your spirits. Whether it’s with a silly joke, a comforting gesture, or even just a quiet, understanding look, Ness is always there to help. He’s not the type to give grand speeches or make big gestures, but he’s the kind of person who shows love in the small, everyday moments.

•He’s incredibly thoughtful.. if you mentioned liking a particular song or a certain type of snack in passing, you can bet he’ll show up with it the next time he sees you. Ness loves these little moments because they let him express his feelings without needing to say too much. He’s a natural caretaker in that way, and he’s always hoping that his kindness makes you feel special.

Gets Jealous so easily

•Though Ness is gentle and kind, he’s not immune to feeling a little possessive when he sees other people getting too close to you. It’s not that he’s trying to be controlling.. it’s just that he feels a little insecure. He wants to be the one who gets your attention, the one who makes you smile the most. When another guy talks to you or compliments you, Ness can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in his chest, even though he would never act on it in an aggressive way. (To you.. can’t say the same for anyone else)

•Instead, he quietly tries to show you that he’s there for you, often becoming a little more protective without even realizing it. He might hang out with you more, offering to help you with things that no one else would, just to remind you that he’s there and cares.(While threatening the other person, only if you show that you obviously dislike them. He wouldn’t want to hurt your friends.. mostly.)

Those quiet moments

•When you’re alone together, that’s when Ness’s feelings are the most apparent. He doesn’t need to say much in these moments, and neither do you. He just enjoys being near you, finding comfort in the small silences. Maybe you’re both doing homework together, or he’s walking you home, but in these quiet moments, he feels like he’s exactly where he’s meant to be. It’s almost magical

•Ness often finds himself stealing glances at you, his heart beating a little faster whenever you laugh or smile. He’s so afraid of ruining the moment by saying the wrong thing, so he often just stays quiet, content in the fact that he’s by your side. If you ever notice his lingering gaze or the way he shyly looks away when you catch him staring, it’s because he’s feeling more than he knows how to express. He’s falling for you, and he doesn’t want to mess it up.

His loyalty

•What stands out the most about Ness’s crush on you is his loyalty. He’s the type who would drop everything to be there for you, no questions asked. He wants to be your protector, your friend, and your confidant. He’s fiercely loyal and would never do anything to hurt you. If you ever need someone to lean on, Ness would be the first person there, offering his support without hesitation. His affection is quiet, steady, and unwavering.

Moment he realizes it all.. yeah

•Ness doesn’t always realize that his feelings for you go beyond simple friendship. It’s not until one quiet afternoon, when you laugh at something he said, or maybe when you thank him for something small he did, that it hits him. His heart does a little flutter, and suddenly, he understands just how deeply he cares about you. From that point on, it’s like a weight is lifted, and he’s even more determined to make you happy in any way he can.

•Ness’s love for you is gentle and earnest. It’s not grand or flashy, but it’s real and constant. He’s the type to love you with his whole heart, showing it through simple actions and soft words. And though he might still be a little unsure of how to express his feelings perfectly, he’s determined to be someone you can rely on, someone who’ll always be there for you.

MEGURU BACHIRA

Bachira is the type to approach his crush on you with a mix of lightheartedness, unpredictability, and deep affection. When he falls for you, it’s not like anyone else’s crush.. it’s loud, it’s chaotic, and it’s full of emotion. Bachira doesn’t believe in hiding his feelings, even if it means being a little too obvious sometimes. But beneath all the teasing and joking, there’s a soft, vulnerable side to him that he doesn’t always show. He wants to make you smile, he wants you to laugh, and more than anything, he wants to be the one to make you feel special.

He can’t ever get enough of you

•Bachira is a natural tease. The moment he realizes he likes you, he can’t help but bombard you with playful comments, jokes, and lighthearted teasing. Whether it’s making silly faces or doing goofy impressions, he’s always trying to get a reaction out of you. He’ll ask you odd questions, poke fun at you in a (mostly)harmless way, and keep things light and fun. But behind all that playfulness is a genuine desire to make you laugh, to see you smile, to know that you’re enjoying his company.

•When he has a crush, he can’t resist constantly being around you. He’s the type who will sit next to you in class for no reason, sneak glances when you’re not looking, and always find a way to get your attention, even if it’s through his random antics. He’s the guy who’ll throw an arm around your shoulder and grin when you look confused, as if everything he’s doing is just another joke.. but in reality, it’s him trying to stay close to you.

When not talking your ear off, it’s his actions

•Bachira’s way of showing affection is a bit unorthodox, but it’s sincere. He’s like a bumble bee always buzzing around you. Always texting you. “How was your day?” “How are youu?” “Can we eat lunch together?” “I miss youuu!!!” “ANSWER.”

•Will remember almost everything you say.. just mostly the dumb parts. Hates studying but will do it for you(he cracks jokes the whole time).. HUGE CUDDLE BUG. Always touching you.. never lets you go..

Gets jelly and it’s STRONG

•While Bachira’s personality is carefree and wild, his feelings for you run deep. When he notices someone else getting too close to you, it’s impossible for him to hide his feelings. He’ll pretend(and fail) it’s no big deal, but you can see it in the way his smile fades for just a moment, or how his hand curls into a fist when someone else tries to flirt with you. He’ll never be outright aggressive..(mostly), but there’s a possessiveness in the way he watches people who get too close to you. He’s like a dog marking his territory.. he’s not threatening, but you can definitely feel his desire to keep you close to him.

•However, Bachira isn’t the type to fight over you(does not count for others) aggressively. Instead, he’ll act like everything’s fine and try to win your attention in more subtle ways, pulling you into his chaotic world and distracting you with his playful nature, all while secretly hoping that his antics are enough to make you notice how much he cares. He just wants to be the one to make you smile and feel special, even if it means letting his jealousy show occasionally(constantly)

Vulnerable with you when alone

•Underneath his loud and energetic exterior, Bachira has moments of quiet vulnerability when he’s around you. He can get a little shy when it’s just the two of you, especially when things turn serious. If you catch him looking at you longer than usual, he might get embarrassed and quickly look away, trying to hide the blush that creeps up on his cheeks. When you talk about deeper things, his usual playful demeanor softens, and you see a glimpse of the real Bachira.. a lonely guy who feels a little unsure about himself but is desperately trying to make you feel happy.

•It’s in these quieter moments that Bachira’s true feelings for you come to the surface. He might not say it outright, but his actions speak volumes. He’ll gently touch your arm or shoulder in a reassuring way, or maybe he’ll put his hand on your back, guiding you through a crowd, always making sure you’re okay. His touch is full of affection. But when in public it grows a lot more.. rowdy. Still out of love though!!

NEEDS to be your first choice

•While Bachira doesn’t like to admit it, he really wants to be the first person you turn to when something goes wrong or when you’re feeling down. He has a quiet fear that you might not see him as more than a fun guy to hang out with. He wants to be the person who makes you feel better, the one who makes you laugh when you’re sad, and the one you want to spend time with above anyone else.

•When you’re upset, Bachira might not always know the right words to say, but he’ll always show up, ready to do whatever it takes to put a smile on your face. He doesn’t want you to feel alone, he knows all too well how it feels, and he doesn’t want you to rely on anyone but him when you need support. The thought of you turning to someone else for comfort stings him more than he lets on, but he hides it by cracking a joke or offering a silly comment, just so he can keep being the one you lean on.

Innocent and sweet(in his love. Bro is NOT innocent in general.)

•One of the sweetest things about Bachira’s crush on you is how innocent and pure it is. He’s not manipulative or calculating in his feelings.. everything he does is from the heart. He genuinely cares about you and wants to make you happy. There’s no ulterior motive.. he just enjoys being around you. Whether you’re just hanging out or studying together, he’s always doing little things to make you feel comfortable and appreciated.

•He doesn’t try to win you over with flashy gestures. Instead, he lets his goofy, chaotic personality do the talking, and though it may not be the most conventional way to show affection, it’s real. Bachira loves wholeheartedly, with a sincerity that can’t be overlooked, even if he’s not always the best at expressing it.

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Amnesia

Joaquin Torres x Stark!Reader

Summary: after a mission gone wrong and a two week long endured coma, you're left with a bit of memory loss.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: grief, mcu endgame spoilers, injury, hospital, amnesia, hurt/comfort, reader insert, Y/N, made up birthdate and mother

A/N: As promised yesterday. Warning this is some major emotional damage, but was so fun to write. This takes place further down the storyline of the Joaquin x Stark!reader stuff I've done before, but you don't have to have read them to understand this. Also I've tried to tag who I can but if I have forgotten anyone interested in my Joaquin stuff I'm sorry and hope this finds you all the same. Anyway, enjoy.

You had no idea how long you had been asleep. Couldn’t even remember taking yourself to bed. No doubt you had fallen asleep in front of the TV and your Dad had carried you up and tucked you in like he used to when you were five. But the more you stirred, the more you realised this bed felt too firm to be your own. And your body was propped at an awkward angle, almost like you’d fallen asleep in one of your Dad’s recliners.

But there was also too much background noise for you to be at home. The droning cacophony of voices sounding too echoey for you to have fallen asleep in the penthouse. And then there was the beeping. Steady and rhythmic like a heartbeat. As you forced your dry eyes to open and assess the situation fully you realised it wasn’t just any heart beat, it was yours. Pressure over your index finger signifying the monitor there. 

Okay, so you were in a hospital room, you realised, more features of the room coming into focus as you looked around the private room you were in. No doubt organised and paid for by your Dad. But how did you get here? What had happened to land you here? And who was the random guy at the side of your bed. You looked him over. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. His arms looked fairly muscular beneath his jacket and you figured he was just one of Happy’s lackeys here to watch over you and keep you safe.

He wasn’t doing a very good job though seeing as he currently had one hand propped to his head and he was dozing. As you looked closer at his bronzed skin, you noticed he had heavy circles under his eyes, informing you he hadn’t been sleeping much lately. Maybe he had been here all night and was just waiting for Happy or someone to come relieve him for the day shift.

“Ah she’s finally awake,” a cheerful voice said from the doorway. You looked up to find a youthful blonde nurse standing with a clipboard in hand. At the sound of her voice, the man in the chair at your bedside shook himself awake, his fingers rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. He looked to where the voice came from in the doorway before seeming to fully realise what she had said as she entered the room and began to move around the other side of the bed towards you.

“I’m just going to check over some of your vitals to give to the Doctor and he’ll be in in a moment to talk you through everything. Okay?”

“Okay,” you confirmed.

Although your attention was focused on the nurse, you couldn’t help but notice the way the man at your side sat forward on his chair and reached out for you. “What time is it?” you turned and asked him, his hand reaching for his phone to check the time. “What time are my Dad or Happy gonna get here?” you asked him further and his face fell, his brow furrowing as you question sunk in and you realised, maybe this guy wasn’t with your Dad or Happy at all.

He looked up to the nurse concerned and when you turned to look at her too to put a voice to whatever silent information was in the room you couldn’t decipher, you noticed the similar face of confusion to the companion at your side.

Something wasn’t right, but you didn’t know what it was.

“Y/N?” the man at your side said hesitantly.

“Yes,” you said, wondering why he would say your name as if you wouldn’t recognise it or know who you are.

“Mr Torres, it’s alright,” the nurse said trying to settle him as she stepped forward to you, “Miss Stark I’m going to ask you a few questions and I want you to answer them to the best of your ability. Okay?” she asked in her kindly manner, her tone intentionally curated to try and put you at ease.

“Okay,” you confirmed, if not slightly hesitant.

“Can you tell me your full name?”

“Y/N Y/M/N Stark.”

“Perfect. And your date of birth?”

“07/07/1999” your replied and the nurse seemed to be satisfied with that.

“Can you tell me the names of your parents?”

“Meridith Holtzman and Tony Stark.”

“Okay, perfect.”

“And where do you currently live?”

“Stark Tower, Manhattan, New York.” The nurse looked at her notes and frowned. “Look, is my dad gonna be here soon or?” Your two companions in the room froze. “What? What is it?”

“Miss Stark, what year do you think it?” the nurse asked.

“It’s 2016. I literally just had my 17th birthday last week.”

The nurse and your male companion in the room looked at each other with concern. He quickly stood, his teeth nibbling at the skin around his thumb as he began to pace with worry. 

“Mr Torres, don’t worry. This can be quite common in coma patients. I’ll go get the doctor, he’ll be able to do a better assessment of her brain scan and give you a better analysis of what’s happening.” the nurse began to explain to him.

“And what do I do in the meantime. I mean, she clearly has no idea who I am.”

“Well, maybe reintroduce yourself. You never know, maybe it will jog her memory.” 

“Okay,” he said dejectedly. “Uh, thank you,” he quickly added as she began to leave.

“I’ll go get the doctor,” she reaffirmed to give him hope.

“Soooo, when’s my Dad getting here?” you asked him when he came back to your bedside.

“Ummm,” he said hesitantly before he let out a deep sigh. “Uhh, I really don’t know how to answer that,” he confided as he hung his head, struggling to keep eye contact with you.

“Well can you call Happy and find out?” 

“Y/N,” he implored, his hand reaching out for yours, his fingers brushing across the back of your hand making you tense up beneath his touch, “do you not recognise me at all?” he asked.

“Should I?” you asked hesitantly, slowly pulling your hand from this strange guy's touch, but his fingers got caught on a piece of jewelry on your finger. You looked down at the diamond ring confused. “Whose ring is this? Where did it come from?” you asked. Your words seemed to stab him like knives. “I’m sorry, who are you? I mean, I thought you worked for Happy, but? Look where is my Dad. I just want to see my Dad.” you said adamantly, slowly becoming distressed.

“Y/N,” he sighed again sympathetically, “your Dad died 4 years ago.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“In the battle against Thanos.”

“Who now?”

“Uh, fuck!” he grunted under his breath as his hand rubbed frustratedly over his face.

“Look, I don’t have a clue what’s going on?” you said, growing equally frustrated. “I don’t even know how I got here.”

“We were on a mission together. There was an accident.  I was distracted, I’m sorry,” he stressed. “God, this is all my fault,” he muttered to himself. “You sustained a head injury.” he continued to explain to you, trying to make himself calm down so as not to stress you out. “The doctors have had you in a coma for the last two weeks waiting for the swelling on your brain to go down.”

You paused and looked at him confused as you waited for the information to sink in. “So this isn’t 2016.” you said to him.

“No,” he confirmed. “It’s 2027.”

You looked at the sorrow in his eyes. The emotional pain on his face. You clearly meant a lot to him and you not currently recognising him was killing him. You looked again at the ring on your finger. “You gave me this?” you half asked, half stated.

“Yes,” he said quietly and nodded. You were both quiet for a moment as you took that in. “Oh wait,” he said, suddenly getting an idea and reaching for his phone. You watched as he typed in your birthday as his passcode. There was a picture of you and him and a dog as his background. Your hair was dyed in the picture, the ends purple and orange and when you looked down, you spotted the faded remnants of the color that hadn't been topped up in weeks. You lifted the ends up to inspect them closer.

“Here,” he said, leaning over the bed with the phone a picture up on the display. “This is us just after I proposed,” he said, a picture of both of your smiling faces on the screen with your ring clad hand being held up to the camera. He swiped and there was a picture of you both on the beach. “This is us in Hawaii last year,” he said. “This is us and your sister Morgan.” he said, swiping again.

“I have a sister?” you frowned in disbelief. The young girl looked no older than 7 in the picture but her features told you enough to know she was also your Father’s daughter. 

“Yeah. And this is Dougie.” he said, scrolling to a picture of you and the dog you saw as his phone background. “You adopted him last year when you were in the middle of your therapy” he informed you. 

Although it was information and sensory overload you couldn’t deny the photo evidence before you and let him go on as he continued to take you down memory lane. “And this is us with Cap in Cambodia a couple months ago.”

“I’m sorry who?” you frowned, recognising the suit and its colors, but not the man wearing them. 

“Captain America. You know, Sam.” he said, as if that should mean something to you.

“Wait, isn’t he one of the guys my Dad fought in Germany. I thought he was the Falcon. What happened to Uncle Steve?” you asked.

“Ummm, that’s a little more complicated to explain. He went back in time and became an old man and then when he came back he handed over the shield to Sam before he died and-”

“Wait-” you cut him off, “you’re telling me both my Dad and Steve are dead?” There was a pause between you as his guilt once again took over. “Captain America and Iron Man… are dead.” you said again, looking for confirmation.

“Well, Captain America isn’t dead. But Steve Rogers is, yes.”

“Okay…” you said, growing quiet as you let that sink in as he began to flick through photos again. After he’d swiped through another 3 and talked you through them, you finally said, “Who else is dead?” He froze. His silence was enough to confirm your Dad and Steve weren’t the only ones to die when fighting this Thanos person he had name dropped.

“Look who else died, Joaquin,’ you blurted out and he looked at you in surprise.

“You just said my name,” he beamed.

“I did,” you confirmed, not completely sure where you had pulled the name from.

“I think this is working,” he said. “Okay, this is a picture of you at your Dad and Pepper’s wedding,” he continued to flick through, some older pictures of you saved onto his phone too. “And this is you and Sam playing with Morgan. You opening the Heroes stadium in memory of your Dad, Steve and Natasha.”

“Natasha.” you said, the name falling from your lips as an image of the redhead flashed before your mind; her teaching you how to fight in the gym behind your Dad’s back. Tears began to fill your eyes as you slowly remembered the moment Clint came back without Nat, the memory hazy at the edges, but the strong emotional pain, fixing you to the most important part of the memory. “Natasha died.” you confirmed. She had been like your older sister. She’d taught you so many things over the years. Not just how to fight, but how to talk to boys and do your make up and- Your thoughts became a blur as all those memories crashed into you and as you continued to follow the thread, more and more started to come back to you.

“Joaquin?” you said, your voice broken and wobbly.

“Yeah, I’m here baby, I’m here.” he reassured as he climbed fully onto the small hospital bed and wrapped you up into his eyes and your grief hit you a fresh all over again. But as your grief washed over you like a tidal wave, other memories began to come to mind. Moments of grief. Joaquin sat with you on the floor as you cried. Him driving you to your therapy sessions. Him taking you to the shelter to pick out Dougie. He was your rock. The one who had been by your side and helped you heal.

“I’m sorry.” you said, as you sobbed into his shoulder. “I forgot you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said, the hint of a smile to his voice, “you’re back now. You’re here now. Everything will be okay.”

“Joaquin, I love you,” you mumbled against his chest and he chuffed with relief.

“I love you too, baby. I love you too.”

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back where we started

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- pairing: dark!joel x fem!reader

- summary: joel is a horrible partner post-outbreak. he yells. isn't too nice. fucks.

- warnings: dark!!! dubcon, slapping, choking, hair tugging, unprotected piv (don't do this guys!), smut smut smut smut, degrading, yelling, no established relationship, rough sex, crying, unsafe sex, angry sex, joel has crazy anger issues, blood, huggeee nasty age gap (legal, though! your choice for age), public / outdoor sex, size kink, joel's got a massive dick lols, power imbalance, submission, no aftercare, squirting, dirty talk, thigh riding if you squint, manhandling, joel is just incredibly mean. total asshole.

- word count: 4.5k

- author’s note: feining for mr joel miller recently so i wrote this... my first joel fic!! its gross yall. have your fun though!

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Partnering up with Joel Miller wasn’t ideal. He’s always looking at you like you’re some problem he doesn’t know how to solve – like you’re just cargo he’s exhausted of having to drag along. 

You don’t want to admit it, but he’s honestly an asshole. A real fucking dick, a mean bastard. To everyone else you meet, you’re a well loved, sweet girl. To Joel, though, you’re a burden. He’s a miserable person, and hanging around him only came with the positive that he knew how to hunt, how to keep you decently safe. But, hey, it’s better to be stuck with a brute of a man than to be infected. Right?

For whatever reason, the frustration has been building worse than usual for the past few days. You move like you’re on eggshells, do anything to not upset him, stay quiet when you’re asked and obey his every order. But it’s Joel fucking Miller. Nothing is ever enough with him. 

You’re young, but that's not a valid excuse for Joel. He expects as much out of you as he would another man his size and seniority, which is totally unfair of a girl your age.

So every little mistake ticks him off. Really riles him up. His temper is really fired up today for whatever reason, and you’re trying your best to not exacerbate it. 

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Joel should know now your most common flaws – he does pay attention, but that mind of his was too preoccupied with his fresh plan to head east to remember just how forgetful you tend to be. 

You remember twenty minutes after you leave. Everything is packed up, rifle on Joel’s thick shoulder, sleeping bags taken from Bill and Frank’s now deserted house strapped to your backs. Everything but one thing. And arguably, the most important thing for the new change of route. 

“Can y’get me out the map, girl?”

Girl. He always insists on calling you that. Rather derogatory, like he doesn’t wanna address you by a human name. Just girl.

At the question, your steps stutter. A little patch of dirt kicked up from your shoe hits the back of Joel’s calf, earning a soft grunt. “You fuckin’ deaf now? I said gimme the damn map.”

He knows what your silence means, and in that moment he's about to lose his goddamn mind. His feet stop bluntly, his large, brooding frame turning to face you. 

Your pace slows soon after him, halting to a nervous stop while your gaze flickers from its usual spot on the ground up into his dark eyes. A warning look.

“Better not tell me you lost the fuckin’ thing.” 

No words come out of your mouth, let alone even pop into your head; all you can seem to do is stare up at him like a mindless idiot, his height towering over yours when he takes a small step closer.

Again, your steps follow, this time backward. You stumble back half a foot, a twig cracking under the shift of your weight. Out of nervous habit, your left hand reaches for the right wrist, gently stroking the skin to keep yourself somewhat calm.

“Joel, I didn’t–”

His movements match your own, his large, calloused hands lurching forward to rip your hand off your wrist. It gets replaced with his own grip, but much tighter. Aggressive. Taut. Outraged. 

“Y’didn’t what? Didn’t think for once how t’not be a goddamned idiot?” He snarls, his untamed fingernails digging into the skin for a moment and leaving tiny crescents into the first layer. “Why d’you always gotta be like this, girl? Fuckin’ stupid…”

He trails off, removing his tight grip on your forearm, but not without hostility. He lets go but ends it with a good yank. Not hard enough to pop it out of place, but hard enough to get a quiet whimper out of your shy throat.

You never know what to say when he gets like this. Whether to defend yourself, whether to stay shut up and take the tirade. But you sure know well enough not to fight back – that’s how to get your arm pulled out of the socket.

“I–I swear, Joel. I had it, I don’t know where it went.”

He never takes your stupid excuses. They’re useless, he’ll never believe you. He knows that you know you forgot it at the last spot you camped out. And this time, the excuse was a pathetic mumble, your eyes glued at your wrist and the mark he left when he gripped it. Even more to make your pitiful case unconvincing. 

“Yeah, the hell you do. Quit lyin’, you know damn well where that map is.” He scoffs, brushing past you with a shove to the shoulder, his larger figure knocking you a few inches with a soft oof. “Back in the woods where you left it, ain’t it?”

Of course, you can’t plead your case anymore. You give in, nodding in submission and trudging after him once he turns around, back in the direction where you surely left the damn map. 

“...Yeah.” You murmur, rubbing a dry hand across the bottom half of your face, against your snotty nose. Not because you’d been crying, this is nothing from Joel yet. Just because the month has been terribly cold and sleeping outside every night isn’t doing you well. “At our last camp. M’sorry.”

“Always fuckin’ sorry. Sorry for almost gettin’ yourself killed, sorry for forgetting somethin’ again and again. M’sick of your shit.” He grunts, readjusting the rifle strapped over his shoulder. 

When you first met him, words like that got to you, as much as you hate to admit it. But now, everything seems to fade together. He’s just Joel. That’s how he is. And you’ve gotta live with it and try your best to not piss him off. 

To your luck, he shuts up and stops berating you – at least until you’re close to the previous camp spot. Just silence, interrupted only by the awkward shuffling of your steps behind him, desperately trying to keep up with his longer strides and stay quiet to not worsen his anger.

But when you get close enough and he has to start looking for the damned map, his mumbling and annoyance boils over once again, infiltrating the somewhat comfortable silence that your ears just got used to.

“Map was the only fuckin’ thing getting us around… no goddamn compass.” Joel mutters under his breath. Not at you, for once, but just a natural spilling of his frustration. He’s always gotta be mumbling about something, even in his sleep. “Slow me down enough as is. Gotta lose everythin’, too.”

You joined aimlessly behind him, searching around the patchy grass, anywhere for the map that was stressing him out so terribly. 

Minutes go by. He’s getting angrier by the minute, his hands flexing while he crouches down and searches. Mad, but still pretty tame for a pissed-off Joel Miller. 

That is, until he glances up and actually gets a look at you for the first time in an hour. He normally avoids any eye contact, avoids even peeking over at you. At that damn little frame… so much younger, sweeter. He seemingly hates having you around because you always tick him off, but what he hates more is the temptation that comes with having a pretty little girl by his side at all times.

He finally lets his eyes fall on you. But this time, he can’t even get his usual peek at your lips or neck, because something else catches his eye. A familiar shred of paper – just the fucking corner – poking out the zipper of your backpack. 

He genuinely slaps himself in the face, eyes turning dark and fists curling up in pure rage at the sight.

“Are you fucking kidding me.”

He growls. Not a question, but a threat. His eyes are black at this point, breath speeding up while he takes another step toward you. Not cautious like he’ll sometimes let himself be, but warring. 

You’re confused for a bit, as you hadn’t seen the map in your own bag. Or even thought to look before you turned around and walked a half hour back, a complete waste of your time. “Oh…”

He starts again, his voice much lower than usual. Dangerous.

“You wanna tell me…” Joel breathes, stepping towards you even more until he’s got you backed against a tree. Bark pushing your shirt and jacket up, scraping at the bare skin of your lower back. “Why the hell we just wasted an hour of our time, when the map was practically right in your fuckin’ hand!”

As he curses, your heart drops. You don’t have time to react before his hands are up, flying at you. You flinch, thinking they’re coming to hurt you, but they’re reaching into your backpack. 

And sure enough, there it is. The map you spent so much valuable time fussing over. Right on your damn back. 

‘I didn’t know, Joel. Didn’t think to check.” You whimper and choke out from the back of your throat, weak and apologetic. Again, he’s not one for excuses and apologies. He’s on you before you can even think, hand forcing the map in your face.

His palm hits your mouth when he shoves the paper, a direct blow to your jaw. Your lip comes in forced contact with your bottom row of teeth, tearing the skin and swelling instantly. The only thing that can escape your mouth now is a pained whimper, which agitates the furious man on top of you worse. 

“Fuckin’ idiot. Wastin’ my damn time like always. Do you ever think?” He scoffs and backs up, maybe half an inch. 

When he notices your slightly busted lip, it brings him a sense of triumph. You ticked him off and now you’re gonna pay for it. And you sure enough feel guilty enough to not stop him, so he’s got you trapped now.

You’re frozen in place against the tree, refusing to move or utter out even the smallest of another noise. Suddenly, Joel’s mind is more occupied by the girl under his grip, shaking like a damn leaf with a bleeding and busted lip. 

“Asked you a question, little shit.” He grunts and lets his hand venture up to your jaw, pushing it around like a toy before settling with a tight grip, squeezing your cheeks and watching how the blood oozes from your lip at the pressure. “Said, do you ever fuckin’ think?”

Sure, he’s yelled at you plenty, disciplined you, maybe put his hands on you out of frustration a couple of times before. But it never feels like this. His hands usually let up after they land on you, but now he’s squeezing at your face and looking into your hazy eyes as if this is a challenge.

“Mm.” You whine, throat bobbing while you adjust to the feeling of his huge hand gripping your face. “N-no.” 

Your voice is only the softest of a mutter. 

“Speak up, girl. Didn’t hear ya’.” He rolls his eyes, giving your face a nice knead and jerking it to the side to jolt you up more. 

A shuddering breath leaves your mouth, head jerking to the right at the flick of his wrist. He holds it against the tree, your ponytail getting caught on the rough edge of the bark, the lumber scraping your ear.

“No. Don’t–don’t ever think enough. M’sorry. Wasn’t… wasn’t thinkin’.”

You sigh, head lifting up while you feel the familiar sensation of your throat tightening up, eyes starting to burn. But you keep it in. 

Joel hums, jerking your head again and shoving it harder onto the hard bark. “Damn right. Don’t think. A fuckin’ burden on me.”

He’s not doing it because he’s mad anymore. Hell, he’s already forgotten about the stupid map that caused all of this. He’s doing it to get a rise out of you.

And you know that’s all he wants.

His gaze is different, his tone similar to but not matching the genuine anger you hear from him most of the time. There's a hint of more challenge in it, maybe even passion. The hand on your jaw only confirms that.

“Shoulda’ left you behind when I got the chance.” He mutters, knowing that threatening to leave you really gets under your skin. Honestly, he’s all that you have, and you’d be dead without him. So that always seems to hurt a little more than some name calling. 

You don’t react, gulping and keeping still at his arduous words. Getting no reaction from you riles him up worse, his free hand coming down to strike at the wood above your head. You flinch, and a tear unpromptedly rolls down your cheek. You don’t feel it until Joel curses, laughing in disbelief and moving his hand from your jaw down to your throat.

He squeezes. Not tight, not yet. A groan escapes his throat, low and almost pained. And before you know it, he’s got his body pressed against yours, rubbing you uncomfortably into the rotting tree. 

“Such a fuckin’ mess.” He grunts, one hand around your throat to cut off any words and the other moving to your chin to move your gaze up to him. “Cryin’ like a baby when you were the one that lost the map.” 

Your pulse jumps when he degrades you, and he swears he sees something else in your eyes this time. Not the usual fear, but something that looks like arousal. 

It sparks something in him, and he wants to see it again. His hand tightens on your neck, earning a pained gasp from your pretty throat. Your eyes lock, and he watches your head tilt back against the tree, your eyes fluttering slightly.

He can’t take much more. A tiny whimper comes out of you when his knee presses against your thigh. 

That’s it. That’s fucking it.

Joel growls. Low. Frustrated. He gives up on the choking, instead gripping the back of your head and taking hold of your messy ponytail. He tugs, tilting your head more, his big aquiline nose moving down to bump under your ear and rub along the cold curve of your jaw. 

“Fuck’s wrong with you?” He whispers, his unkempt scruff that he calls a beard brushing up against you, scratching deep into the skin he just had a hand wrapped around. “Feel you gettin’ turned on. Fuckin’ slut, getting all worked up when I’m angry with you.”

You can’t do anything but take his advances and cry softly, feeling the cotton of your panties dampening each time his gruff voice comes out against your ear, his harsh breath biting at your neck. 

“Don’t got time for th’shit.” He mutters, but you hear his resolve dropping. He’s getting less and less frustrated over you wasting time, but more frustrated over the fact that he’s got his knee between your legs and he can feel the heat seeping through the fabrics, even in the biting cold weather. “Don’t got time for you makin’ me… makin’ me–ngh.”

His words stop, replaced by a low grunt into your ear the second your body even twitches against his. The grip on your ponytail tightens, tugging backward and earning a needy whine from you.

As much as he wants to keep degrading you, making you feel worthless under him, he’s feeling pretty pathetic himself. And he never gets like this with women.

His nose bumps your ear one more time before he can’t take it – his lips crash into yours. It’s not friendly. It’s not intimate. It’s fucking rude.

He intrudes, letting go of your hair and grabbing your body instead to push you against the damn tree harder. Mouths battle, and he wins, nipping hard and tasting the metallic blood from where he busted your lip earlier. Yum. 

“Joel.” You whimper, finally. It’s music to his ears, but he can’t show that. He has to be tough, not show that he’s into this. Not into the young girl he’s supposed to be training.

Joel grumbles, bringing a hand up to mindlessly slap at the side of your face at the sound of your whimper. 

“Shut up.”

And you do.

You’d do anything he told you right now. The feeling of him slapping you, biting your lips, pressing his thick knee between your thighs has got you absolutely pathetic. It’s fucking disgusting, you know that. To be so grossly into the fifty-six year old man that’s been taking care of you, the one that relentlessly bullies you and makes you feel like a worthless burden.

But you like it. You’d be anything for him, even if it meant being a worthless, pathetic burden. 

Joel’s got control. Obviously. His hand that slapped you runs over the heated skin in the same spot, almost to soothe it. What a gentleman. His lips slow on yours for a moment, latching onto the neck he had his hand around earlier instead.

In the deep woods, the only sounds heard are the birds above and his angry gasps against your skin, breathing like a madman. The softer sounds are interrupted by one of his belt clinking, being unbuckled mindlessly. And then the rustle of fabric. And then the unfamiliar sound of denim against Joel’s rough skin.

He’s straining against his boxers. Hard. Harder than he thinks he may ever have, but you don’t know that. You can tell he’s big through the fabric. It’s a thought that’s crossed your mind maybe once or twice, but you would never have expected for it to be pressed against your thigh, dangerous amounts of precum slowly leaking through the thin fabric of his briefs. 

You distract yourself while he gets busy attacking your neck and working your pants off – you don’t wanna believe it. Joel Miller is about to fuck you. He slapped you, choked you, degraded you, sure. That’s believable. But now he’s going to fuck you with that giant cock of his. 

As if it helps you not give in too much, you look everywhere to try and distract yourself. Down. His boxers read CALVIN KLEIN at the top. Up. The top button of his flannel came undone. He’s got a lot of chest hair. Behind him. There’s a bird watching him gnaw at your neck and tear your pants off, watching his bulging cock rub against your covered thigh. 

And the map is on the ground behind him.

“Fuck you lookin’ at?” He finally interrupts your private session of ‘I spy,’ breathing heavy against your skin and cupping your clothed cunt through your panties. “Look at me.”

You look up, gaze locking with his again. His eyes are equally as dark, but not with anger anymore. Desire. 

He’s gripping extra hard, hands splayed across your waist – almost big enough to wrap around, to grip you real good. Joel’s eyes travel all down your body in ways he’s only ever dreamed of, your pants torn down and now discarded on the forest floor. 

“Gonna fuck the stupidity right outchya’, yeah?” He chuckles, hoisting your body up to keep you settled between him and the tree. “‘N I want you lookin’ at me while I do it, kay’, girl? Eyes up. C’mon now.”

You can do nothing but oblige. Your eyes dart up, staying on him, even when he pulls his cock out that you so badly want to get a look at. The sound of him stroking himself, little grunts escaping his throat mindlessly, is so fucking tempting. 

But you listen, eyes staying on him, hoping to get some kind of praise from him for the first time in your life. Or maybe you want to keep getting debased. Maybe both. You seem to like the shame of it. 

“Gonna fuck you s’good you never forget anythin’ again. M’still pissed about that map, y’hear me?” He grunts, lifting you effortlessly to move his cock up into place. He’s so strong, and you’re so little. He can manhandle you however he wants, use you for his pleasure. And maybe you want that. 

From your mouth slips an obedient hum, your head shaking in a little nod so he knows you’re listening. You swear you see the corner of his mouth quirk up in a smirk, but he replaces it within half a second with a grumble to maintain the tough guy look. 

His cock meets your slick after he pulls your panties to the side, not bothering to take them off. You’re not worth the time. Not after wasting that time with the map debacle. 

The pulsing head of it drags along your slit, collecting a bit of you on the tip, making a filthy mix with his precum. It’s been a minute since any intimacy for Joel, but he can’t let you know anything. Can’t show any kind of vulnerability. He keeps it in, biting his lip and grunting to avoid any embarrassing soft noises.

“Ain’t stoppin’ if you can’t take it, by th’way.” He grumbles into your ear, his tip just barely edging into your soaked cunt. You whimper, and he squeezes your waist in warning. If he didn’t have to be holding you up, he’d have hit you again. 

But, the soft noises you let out make him want more. You seem to let them out when you’re scared – or maybe it's out of arousal. Only from when he totally degrades you. He doesn’t care, he just wants to fuck you senseless.

“Could break ya’ if I wanted. Little… tight fuckin’ pussy.” He groans, head hitting the tree next to yours when his cock finally slides in. It was a fight to get in, your tight walls not stretched enough for his fat dick to fit due to your lack of experience. “Take ya’ how I fuckin’ want.’

If this was any other man, you’d cry and beg for him to stop. But Joel. It’s Joel. Joel fucking Miller. 

It hurts, but his threatening words seem to egg you on. They prod you to take it, try harder to take the thick cock that’s splitting your body right in half.

He doesn’t start slow like some guys. Joel doesn’t start slow. Ever. Joel Miller fucks, and he fucks how he wants. This isn’t about you, this is about him getting his worth back after you wasted all his damn time. 

His hips slam into you at an alarming pace, no time for you to stretch out and adjust to the movement. He’s already hitting deep enough to where, if your shirt was off, you could see the print all the way in your stomach. But no. Your shirt is on. Joel Miller doesn’t care enough to worry about a shirt, that’s foolish. He just wants pussy – no, needs it. He’s a man with priorities. 

You’re screaming, pain and pleasure. Usually he’d tell a woman to ‘shut the fuck’ up for being too loud, but you’re in the middle of the woods. Nobody around, except for the same fucking bird that’s continuing to watch you get destroyed and ripped open by a fifty-six year old. Great.

“God, baby. You’re fuckin’ helpless.” He grunts into your neck, resolve slowly slipping more. His noises get worse, louder. He doesn’t care enough anymore to pretend like this is some chore. 

He’s fucking you and he means it. 

Joel’s hips stutter after a few minutes, just in time with your own. Synced up perfectly. His rhythm is getting out of pace while you feel the pull deep in your core you haven’t felt in so long – white hot pooling in your stomach. You clench around him.

He can’t speak anymore, just like how you haven’t been able to for minutes now. All he can manage out are little grumbles into your hair, squeezing your body while he struggles with words. Getting pathetic himself.

“Fuckin’-- mm. Baby. Baby. Gon’cum soon.” 

At least he warns you. 

You could tell, anyway. The stuttering of his hips, the way he’s only hitting nice and deep now. But you’re in worse, you can’t warn him because your mouth is hung open entirely, spilling out the most pitiful string of moans that doesn’t seem to ever end. 

Without warning, you clench again. He groans, but gets louder when he feels you spill. Burst. All over his aching cock. 

“Shit, shit. You – you squirtin’?” Joel grumbles out, body spasming at the feeling of your liquids all coming out at once. Your legs are shaking, and he feels his own limbs join in. It was too much for him. 

He cums. Hard. Maybe harder than he ever has before, but you don’t have to find that bit out. 

The moment melts into a disgusting mess of simultaneous moans, whimpers, even from Joel. Despite the cold weather that was almost making you sick earlier, you feel hot. Sweaty. Both of  you.

Joel’s head comes to rest atop yours, stroking the back of your ponytail that he’d been tugging at the whole time. And for a moment – just a short moment – you thought he’d maybe take care of you after. Like a real man. 

But no. Apparently, you don’t know Joel well enough by now. He’s his own kind of man.

Once his breathing returns – somewhat – he’s back to ole’ Joel Miller. Grunts, huffs and drops you down by the tree. Tucks his spent cock back in. Before you know it, before you can speak, his pants and belt are back in place and his rifle is strapped back on his shoulder.

Your eyes shut, back scraped up from the rough tree he fucked you relentlessly against. Taking a shuddering breath, you rest for a moment, thinking that if he didn't give you any aftercare he’d at least let you have a moment to breathe. 

But again, no.

“Fuck you doin’?” 

Your single moment of silence is rudely interrupted by his southern drawl, entirely back to normal as if he didn’t have the most intense sex of his life only two minutes ago. As if forgetting it ever happened. 

And the map is back in his hand. And he looks so normal compared to you. And it makes you want to cry for whatever reason. 

There’s nothing else to do but hold back a pained whine from the soreness already building in your body, the blood you feel dripping on your back from the tree, and the metal taste of blood where he hit your lip. The slap on your cheek. The handprint on your throat. Fuck.

“C’mon, little shit. Gotta hurry. Now you wasted an hour of my time.”

[sakurocha]

CAN WE GET SOME OLDER BACHELOR HCS UP IN HEREEEE

- certified enjoyer :>

hello anon!! thank you so much for the ask, i hope i did them justice ehehe this was so fun to write, i look forward to writing more for these three <3

fluffy older bachelor headcanons !

featuring harvey, elliott, and shane ♡

⊹₊⟡ harvey

the highlight of his long days at work are when you pop your head into his office

"excuse me, dr. harvey?"

you find his reaction amusing whenever you pretend to be a patient, the way he startles and tenses at first before relaxing as soon as he realizes that it's you

"you scared me, love. come here, i'm just finishing up."

quiet quality time with him is always the best; your presence is simply more than enough to put him at ease, especially after burning the midnight oil at work

you don't mind simply being around him at all, watching him work, seeing if there's anything you can help him with, whether it's fetching a fresh cup of coffee or massaging his shoulders

he's so, so grateful for you all the time, but even more so during moments like these

he's always checking up on you, asking how your day was, if there's anything he can do to help, or if anything interesting happened

such a great listener; whether you're relaying the neighborhood gossip from jodi or recounting the fruition of a giant melon that day, he's always nodding along, stroking your arm gently while giving you his full attention

he just loves to hear you talk and listen to your stories, which you are never short of!

the both of you are quite busy during the day, so he always looks forward to curling up with you in bed after a long day with steaming mugs of tea and bundles of warm blankets

even better if it's raining—he just loves doing anything cozy with you by his side~

i imagine one of his favorite date activities to be ceramics

he frowns whenever he compares his product to yours

"you're so precise with your hands, darling," he says, laughing softly at his creation, which wasn't bad at all! it simply had a few... quirks, which you absolutely adored

"it gives it character, harvey. i love it."

you keep his pieces in the living room of the farmhouse, somewhere you can see it all the time, a constant reminder of his comforting presence

meanwhile he uses the mugs you've sculpted for him on his work desk, always filled with steaming coffee, the caffeine and your love for him more than enough to power him through long days <3

⊹₊⟡ elliott

loves taking walks with you, whether it's through the crisp cindersap forest or the familiar shores in front of his cabin, waves lapping peacefully at the soft sand

always picks out things to show you, from glittering seashells to blooming flowers

he likens their natural beauty to yours, never failing to make you blush

he does that a lot, even without realizing it

his words are just so poetic and swoon-worthy, you can't help it

he gives an amused smile when you flush with embarrassment, pressing a smooth kiss to the back of your hand like a true gentleman

"i apologize, have i flustered you, darling?"

speaking of being a gentleman, this man is the epitome of one

every single time he picks you up from somewhere, without fail, he always shows up with a breathtaking bouquet in his hands, just for you

"your favorites, my love," he says, with all of the charm of an old-fashioned gentleman in a romance movie

the two of you look good together, and all the townsfolk comment on it

"the farmer just glows next to him, do they not?" "that is what i'm here for," elliott replies with a proud smile as you flush at the compliment

he's always so, so proud of everything you do, even the smallest things

i imagine he loves big, celebratory hugs, spinning you around in the air whenever you tell him a major accomplishment, making you really feel like the lead in a romance movie

"yes! i always knew you could do it, my love," he says, proud eyes shining bright

the romance between you two is just so sweet, romantic, and poetic, with every day with him feeling like a fairy tale

he's your knight in shining armor, while you are his muse

and he makes sure you know it, constantly dedicating songs and poems to you, his favorite aspects of you sprinkled throughout heartfelt lyrics and stanzas

you love him more than he could ever know, and he feels exactly the same way about you <3

⊹₊⟡ shane

you absolutely love teasing him; he always acts like he fucking hates it but you know he loves it 🤭

i imagine you have an insane assortment of ridiculous pet names for him, from shaney-poo to mama hen, each rendition getting more and more creative

he gets more horrified each time

"how the hell didja even come up with that?!"

it's just too easy to poke fun at him. it's just inherent in your dynamic. <3

you're always pushing him to try new things that are way outside of his comfort zone; you're his perfect foil

and even if he grumbles in protest at first, in the end, he just loves spending time with you

your first idea was accompanying him to the saloon, which he was surprised about

but you had other plans >:)

after the first round of drinks, you were feeling particularly mischievous

so you took his hand and dragged him out of his usual corner, swaying your hips

"come onnnn, shaney! let's dance!"

"oh HELL no." he was rooted to his spot at first, but as usual, your charms had worked on him, and he eventually gave in

you even got some laughs out of him! mission success :)

he can feel himself opening up the more time you spend together, from trying things he would never have before to becoming more vulnerable around you

which is why he's always so grateful for you, even if he struggles to show it sometimes

when the two of you are alone, he's a bit more liberal with his affections

wrapping his arms around you from behind, giving small pecks to your cheek, feeling his stubble tickle your skin

on the other hand, you're always on him whenever you can, clinging to him like he's a giant teddy bear

hugging his arm whenever the two of you are walking, looping your arms around his neck when you talk to him, peppering his face with sweet kisses

he acts all irritated, but in reality, he's just flustered by your boldness heheh

"why so grumpy, shane?" you ask, pulling away from him after dotting tiny pecks all over

".... 'cause you stopped," he admits, bashfully averting his gaze <3

thank you so much for reading! requests are always open~ ♡

[fireinmoonshot]

drabble dump 1 | joaquín torres x reader

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Reader Summary: Three small drabbles inspired by your headcanons (and one of mine): Joaquín giving you flowers, crying during movies and following his fans online. Warnings: I don't think there are any. Word Count: 691 A/N: I'm feeling super tired tonight so I didn't have the energy to focus on a larger fic, so I decided to write a couple of smaller drabbles inspired by some of the headcanons you guys left on that post I made the other day as well as one of my own. I will probably end up doing a few posts like this since they're quite fun. They're really just smaller drabbles that don't necessarily need to be longer 1k+ fics, so I hope you guys find them fun!

Giving you flowers.

The first time Joaquin ever met you, he brought you flowers. He had no idea what your favourite type of flowers were or if you even liked flowers. But he wanted to make a good impression on you on your first date and flowers had seemed the way to go.

He’d been raised well by his parents. His mother had always taught him to be a gentleman and he’d grown up hearing stories from his father all about how he won over his mother with flowers and gifts and many, many dates. 

Joaquin intended to do the same thing to you. He liked you from the very moment he met you, and so he made a deal with himself – every date, he would bring you a bouquet of flowers that was different from the last. He wouldn’t repeat anything and he would get more and more creative with each bouquet. 

Because if Joaquin was going to win you over like his father won over his mother, he was going to put in as much effort as it took. He was certain that you were the one.

~~

Reading comments about himself online.

Joaquin laughed, looking down at his phone screen. He was silent for a moment and then he laughed again. You looked at him, sitting in bed beside him. Your book was open in front of you but you couldn’t help but want to know what was so funny.

“What are you looking at?” You asked.

He looked over at you and then shuffled a little closer towards you in bed, angling his phone screen to you so you could look at it. “I’m just reading comments about Falcon,” he explained. “Look at this one – the old Falcon has nothing on the new guy. Did you see the way he kicked that guy right out of the air in one shot? That’s about me!” 

You looked at your boyfriend for a moment and then laughed. “How many of these fan accounts do you follow, baby? Wait – is that an edit of you? Where did they even get that footage? I didn’t think you posted anything on social media.”

Joaquin’s cheeks flushed. “I don’t… but I do have a fan account… for myself… and sometimes I post videos on there and call them ‘never before seen content’ and the fans really love them. As long as they don’t put two and two together and realise I’m the one posting them…” 

~~

Sobbing while he watches a movie.

Ever since you met Joaquin you knew that deep down, the man was a softie at heart. If you cried, odds were he was going to start crying as well. If you were happy, he was happy too. Your emotions always rubbed off on him. But there was one thing about him that you never expected: the fact that he cries like a baby in movies that aren’t even that sad.

“Baby,” you glanced over at him, furrowing your eyebrows. “Are you crying?”

He sniffed, wiping his cheeks. “No.”

You leant a little closer to him and smiled to yourself as he attempted to hide his face from you. But you were too quick – you could see the tears falling down his cheeks. 

“Baby.”

Joaquin looked at you, his sad puppy dog eyes almost making you throw your arms around him and pull him into a hug to make him feel better. The man always did a good job at throwing you off with puppy dog eyes, but it was worse when they were full of tears.

“I thought it was going to be a happy ending,” he muttered. “But they didn’t even get to have a proper life together in the end because of what happened to her! It’s so sad.”

Tears continued falling down his cheeks and you couldn’t help but shuffle a little closer to him to wrap an arm around his back as he sobbed into his hands. You rubbed his back gently, resting your head against his shoulder. 

“It’s just a movie, baby. It’s okay. It’s not real.”

Joaquin let out another sob. “But it felt so real”

[cheol-e-kat]

Hiii, I just wanted to start by saying that I recently found your blog and am in love! <3 <3 For your special 3-3-3 bingo I wanted to ask for bodyguard with drunk confession and brave x Scaredy cat, NSFW is praise kink with Seungcheol? Like maybe her dad hired him, they're at a gathering and something goes wrong or she's scared so he has to take her back at her parents place, where she drunk confession? But if you have any better ideas, which I think you may have seeing from your writing, then just change it, I don't mind at all! <3

I hope you have a great day and keep writing, you're so amazing at it!

first, omggg anon you're too sweet & i'm so glad you like my writing ㅤ♡ㅤ♡ㅤ♡ weirdly i have had this banner hanging around and idk it seems like it fits your ask, soooo anyway let's see if i can come up with something you like - oh but i think i failed a little on 'scaredy cat', oops

♡ kat

bingo squares: bodyguard + drunk confession + brave x scardey cat + praise kink

Pairing: choi seungcheol / f!reader

summary:  y/n has had a bodyguard for some time - and she’s had feelings for him for almost just as long, even if he thinks she’s a brat. But what happens when he goes to a party with her and there’s gunshots?

word count:  1.4 k

genre: fake dating, bodyguard!seungcheol, forced proximity, 

Rating: 18+, MDNI, explicit

Warnings: mentions of guns and shooting, drinking, penetrative sex, explicit language

“so how much is my dad paying you to babysit me?” y/n asked, sipping her drink.

he shrugged, “enough to put up with you,” he sipped his mineral water. 

she arched a brow, “‘put up with me’?” she asked, incredulous, “me? i’m the problem in this equation?”

he pursed his lips, as though he were giving consideration to what she had asked, “you’re…” he trailed off. 

she was ready to punch him in the arm.

he smiled, “you’re more complicated than the kinds of jobs i usually have,” he swigged his mineral water like it would give him some reprieve from the conversation.

she gave a heavy sigh, “complicated how exactly?”

he glanced at her, “you’re kidding, right? where are we right now?” he waved his hand around to demonstrate the location, “you’ve brought me along as your ‘date’ to some friend’s engagement party - never have i ever had that happen before,” he whispered, with a small smile, knowing he had gotten under your skin by pointing out the situation.

“look, if i can’t leave the house without you, why not put you to good use?” she pouted. 

“my ‘good use’ is making sure you don’t get hurt, y/n.”

he had at least stopped calling her by her family name, which had been acutely obnoxious - to her anyway. he’d been virtually living with her for eight months. to her, living with anyone for eight months, meant dispensing with formalities. 

not to mention she had seen him in his underwear. she had been up late grabbing some water and staring into her fridge, thinking about a snack, but she had been eating healthy at the time, which meant she was light on snacks. so she had gone scrounging - and she screamed when she thought she saw a mouse. 

and her screaming meant seungcheol came out of his room to check on her, wearing boxerbriefs and carrying a handgun, which was oddly sexy. 

also, she had pegged him as a ‘boxers-only’ guy. but no, she had definitely gotten a very good idea of what equipment he was packing and the mental picture of his very perky ass seared into her brain. 

she glanced at him, knowing he looked painfully good in the suit he had picked - it went along with her outfit well. 

“you could have just stayed home then, or you could have outed me to everyone here - you certainly know enough about me to make them all at least call me ‘eccentric’,” she leaned on the railing, looking out over the massive party. 

everyone was ‘someone’ or related to ‘someone’. and she was mostly just bored. if seungcheol weren’t there, she would have probably been a nuisance just for fun, reminding the groom that he had slept with half the bridesmaids. something like that anyway. 

but no, for some reason she felt like if she caused even just a tiny scene while he was there, then maybe he would get blamed, or he would go back to thinking she was childish. 

that’s what he had called her initially, a “bored, childish, rich girl” with no clue about the real world. he said it so vehemently that she had slammed her door in his face, and told him to fuck off when he tried to apologize. 

she hadn’t talked to him for a week - she would only communicate via text, even if they were in the same room and alone. which may have proved his point, but he had hurt her feelings. and maybe she had been feeling petty. 

she stole a glance at him - she liked his profile more than she should. she probably liked him more than she should, not just his profile. she liked everything about him. but she was fairly certain he still considered her a tolerable idiot, at best.

which depressed her. and required that she grab another drink from the waiter who came around. maybe several more. and when she was a bit more lubricated and still considering making some trouble, the thin thread of seungcheol approving of her maybe wasn’t quite enough to tether her to reality. 

if anything, it was almost better if she just settled for his disapproval, she reasoned, then she wasn’t chasing some fragile illusion. 

she must have been on the verge of something great though because he suddenly grabbed her and pulled her towards a door. she had no idea where they were headed - they went through offices until they hit a stairwell. she couldn’t have been doing anything so offensive that they were taking the stairs. but when she pulled out of his grip, he was quick to grab her back. 

“for once, just do what i’m asking without arguing,” he said, voice low and sharp. 

she tried to pull away, but he had her in a vice-like grip. and then she heard the sounds - gun shots. and she was frozen for a moment, but she felt the tug on her wrist. seungcheol pulling her, trying to keep her safe. she stopped to pull off her heels and then she was running with him. 

her head swam violently as they exited out into the underground car park. until he grabbed her waist and pulled her close, kissing her, backing her into a wall. she felt the rough cement against her naked shoulders, as his hands rushed to touch her and his mouth rushed equally to kiss her. she wound her fingers in his hair, pulling him close, not caring how needy and desperate she seemed. 

it took several, long minutes for him to break their kiss. he pulled away so slowly, his fingers still gingerly resting on her skin. she watched him for a moment, and she could see it - if she didn’t pull him back, he would talk himself out of it and make an even higher wall between them. 

“don’t stop, seungcheol, you don’t know how much i want you,” she whispered, voice tender and urgent. 

he stayed close, but glanced at the door they had just come through, “we need to go,” he whispered, his fingers still played gently across her skin. 

she didn’t budge. 

“y/n,” he stared, “this - we have to leave,” he stepped closer to her, pressing his body flush against hers, “let’s go home?” he asked softly.

she finally nodded, following him out to the street, walking down a few blocks before grabbing a cab. he didn’t give the driver her exact address. they took a winding way back to her house, going through the back gate and the side door. he didn’t let go of her hand, not even when they were inside, the doors locked and the alarms set. 

he kept her close. when she started to turn on the lights, he stopped her - his hand grasping hers gently and pulling it away from the light switches. 

and suddenly he was near again, pulling her close, kissing her softly, “come put me to bed?” she asked in a hurried whisper. 

he nodded, “anything you want, princess.”

she loved that they both rushed to undress one another, all just to feel skin on skin. he pushed her back gently onto the bed - his fingertips grazed gently against her thigh, as he looked at her. 

“so perfect for me,” he murmured, “so beautiful.”

she flushed brightly, reaching for him, “need you,” she pouted.

he nodded, with a smirk, “i know.”

she bit her lip softly, “we were having a moment,” she caught his hand and pulled him down roughly to join her on the bed. she moved so she straddled his hips - she pressed her hands flat on his stomach, loving his smooth skin. 

she stared at him before leaning down, she kissed him gently, “you’re perfect too, gorgeous, even,” she breathed against his lips, “you’re all i want, all i think about.”

she kissed him again, leaning forward, and reaching down between them, pumping his already hard cock, she lined it up with her dripping pussy and pressed herself back, taking him all the way in.

she moaned against his lips. she sat up slowly, adjusting to the stretch and the feeling of being so full. she rolled her hips slowly before she started riding him the way she had imagined a thousand times. 

she could hear him, the way he breathed hard and urged her own. his hands tracing over her stomach and hips, reaching up for her breasts. 

she didn’t care when they changed positions - when he was behind her, fucking into her, pulling her back towards him, she knew she was arching back towards him. and she came undone, falling back against him - his orgasm following hers - his cum filling her, dripping down her thighs. she gasped softly as they came apart. he pulled her close, falling back onto the bed. 

“please don’t leave,” she whispered into the soft darkness. 

soooo, dearest anon, i hope this is as good as you wanted it to be...it maybe got a little more serious than i meant, but oh well - here we are

♡ kat

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[slimepuparibaba]

Pip-pip | Squeak-squeak

Caleb x MC / Reader

A different take on the origin of the nickname that Caleb uses so much.

Tags: Light angst, fluffy, childhood friends

Contains: Bullying (kids are mean), signs of Caleb being overprotective (bro would change the meaning of words for you)

A/N: me and my sister are the only ones who have the pip-pip squeak-squeak call and response headcanon and we need more people to share it because it WORKS AND ITS CUTE AND—

Back at the shelter, little 001 now had a name for herself. But the boys at the shelter weren't kind to her. They called her a runt, a weakling. They picked on her a lot.

A pipsqueak was what they called her.

She was easy to mess with. They could kick her around, shove her, and she would cry tears. How fun, the little boys thought. And soon, the little girls would join too.

Little 001 was a pipsqueak. Tiny, frail, and scared.

But then a boy a little older than her came to her aid. He seemed angry, angrier than anyone else.

Barked at them to back off, said that he would protect her, that anyone who messed with her messed with him.

"I'm a pipsqueak," she cried to him. "I'm tiny and short and they all make fun of me."

But the little boy shook his head, wiping away her tears.

"Did you know that in aviation, a pip-squeak was a navigation system?" Unaware, she listened carefully. The boy continued, "it's true! So, if you're my pip-squeak, then you're my navigation system."

"But they said I'm small," she cried. "And that I don't mean anything."

"Without you, how would I be able to land?" he asked. "I need my pip-squeak more than anything. You're super important to me."

The boy knew that wasn't what the meaning behind the pipsqueak insult was. He knew that those in the shelter were using it to make fun of her. But he didn't care.

If he could change the colors of this world, if he could warp it to make it a paradise for her... then he would. All to stop her crying, he would do anything. He would change the definitions of words, he would rewrite entire books.

Anything.

"So from now on, when someone calls you a pipsqueak, you say that you're my pip-squeak, okay?" he requested. "And as my pip-squeak, if I call out 'pip-pip', you respond 'squeak-squeak' so that I can find you."

"Squeak-squeak?"

"Mhm. Just like that. Pip-pip?"

"...squeak-squeak!"

"Exactly!"

The word pipsqueak was warped that day. He molded it from a playground insult into something completely new. And despite how many times she had forgotten details... that little nickname was the one thing she never forgot.

She always liked being called pip-squeak. And though she may have forgotten the initial reason, she never forgot her fondness to it.

Even now, as adults... if you listen carefully, you can hear a man calling out lovingly to someone.

"Pip-pip?"

And in return, she will always chirp happily...

"Squeak-squeak!"

[iamsherlocked-1998]

COSTUME NIGHT

Summary: Joel and you attend a friend's party.

Words: 1300.

Warning ⚠️: The story contains explicit sex. This is a non-apocalipsis AU.

It all started innocently enough. A Star Wars show came out that you and Ellie loved. Although he'd watched the original films, Joel wasn't much for science fiction, but he'd do anything to see his girls happy, so he only gave in when you excitedly turned on the TV.

The TV series had a peculiarity that, to be fair, Joel didn't understand either: the protagonist always had his face hidden by a mask. When season two was about to end, something happened. For the first time, there was a fairly long scene of the character without his helmet, and that's when the chaos began. Apparently, you were quick to point out a certain resemblance between the actor and himself, from his hair to eyes, which generated a nonstop stream of jokes over the following weeks, with one "this is the way" after another and stuffed animals with the friendly green alien appearing everywhere. But it didn't end there.

It turned out that some friends of yours held a rather large costume party every year. Preparations for the event had begun a few days before. Of course, you were a big fan, and the shopping had been done farther in advance than Joel would have liked. He and Ellie were helping with the decorations, which at least gave the contractor something to do, when the idea came up.

"What are you going to dress up as this year?" (The teenager said, raising her eyebrow).

The man sighed dramatically.

"We've already talked about it. It's fine for you to have fun, but I don't have to wear a ridiculous costume."

"Come on, Joel! Don't be a party pooper. You know she loves it. She's always happier around this time. And we've already decided who we're going to be, we'll be from the movie Alien."

"So? You don't expect me to be the creature, do you?"

Ellie laughed profusely, but shook her head.

"Actually, I was thinking about something else, another character who usually travels through space…" (The girl pursed her lips maliciously).

"Who…? NO! That's not going to happen!"

"Why? Mando's a good character, he fits you like a glove. He's grumpy but kind."

"I don't know where you see the resemblance, nor what it has to do with a horror party."

"He's a bounty hunter! I think it fits well; he even has a pantry of carbonite bodies."

Joel rolled his eyes at the girl's nerve.

"Come on… she'll love it, it's a family matter. Just for a little while."

The man looked at her thoughtfully for a second; he could never resist when his adopted daughter begged him, and she used it against him. He put the hand to his face in resignation.

"I wouldn't know where to get the costume…" The girl clapped enthusiastically.

"I can help you."

It turns out the outfit was easier to find than you'd think. Joel tried on a couple of options until he found the most suitable one. The man had to admit it was pretty well done.

As the days passed, the commotion grew, and finally, the appointed date arrived. Ellie left with her friends, and you arranged to meet up later.

Of course, you looked amazing in your Lieutenant Ripley uniform. Ellie opted for the star of the newest movie and wore a spacesuit. It was time for Joel to get dressed. You were sitting on the couch waiting for him, freaking out since your boyfriend never took that long to get ready.

"Joel! I wonder what outfit you chose that took you so long to…"

All your annoyance and your speech evaporated as soon as he walked through the door. There he was, clad in full silver armor, helmet with a T-shaped visor. The man looked down shyly, playing with his foot, which was currently wearing a boot identical to the one in the series.

"I don't know if it's very good… I wasn't planning on going with the little alien either; that was too much, but I hope you like it."

You were speechless; even his voice was modulated. You didn't know how he found it, but the enigmatic air was driving you crazy. He did all that for you; Joel didn't even like it.

You approached him without hesitation and removed his helmet to kiss him in a way that left him breathless.

Joel smiled that way his dimples were pronounced. You took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Your partner raised his eyebrow in surprise.

"I thought we were going out…"

"That can wait… now I'm going to ride you with that armor on, helmet too."

Joel felt his face heat up; you'd never spoken like that before. Apparently, the disguise was a better idea than he thought…

You laid him down on the bed while exploring his patchy beard and the area of ​​his neck you could reach. Joel's hands held your hips, searching for the zipper of the costume.

Once exposed to him, he flipped you over so he was on top of you, kissing his way down to your navel, his favorite spot, then leaving marks on your thighs, earning a needy moan.

He pulled your legs up over his shoulders, causing you to feel a pleasant sting from the material of his armor. He then turned his attention to your center, which was already throbbing. Once he noticed you melting in his arms, he added two fingers, making you see stars.

You let yourself go as your first release came, trying to push him away to avoid overstimulation. Breathing heavily, you picked up the missing piece of his armor. Joel snorted in surprise.

"Really?" (You nodded with a chuckle).

"I stand by what I said."

Joel took the helmet from your hands and placed it in place. You sat him down on the bed, reaching for his pants where his arousal was already evident.

His manhood released with a groan that filtered through the modulator. You held it in anticipation, enjoying the back-and-forth friction it provided right on your sweet spot. When the moment arrived, you sat up, feeling every inch of him stretch you open.

A few seconds were enough to adapt to his length, and you began to move hard and messy. The way you squeezed him wouldn't allow it to last long.

"Please say it…"

Joel had lost all sense of time and space by then, until he realized what you were asking for. With a grunt, he lowered his voice a quarter note and fulfilled your fantasy.

"This is the way…"

You screamed in ecstasy as you came for the second time, feeling Joel filling you with himself. The breaths became more even. You climbed off his lap, seeing the mess you'd made. Hopefully, you'd removed the leg guards beforehand and were able to pull his pants down completely to avoid staining. Your partner moved, but you stopped him. You ran your tongue over his flaccid member, cleaning off the remaining debris. Joel sighed heavily.

"Do that again, and we'll have to call it a night because we won't be leaving the room…"

You held the bottom of his helmet dominantly so he'd face you.

"Would that be so bad?"

_____________

The next morning, Joel was drinking his coffee. Ellie had just gotten up, and you went to the grocery store.

"I forgot to ask. I didn't see how she reacted… Did she like it, right?"

Joel lowered his head in shame. "Yeah…it went well."

"Sure! I knew it. But one thing, why did you get here so late? Was there traffic?"

"Yeah, a little…"

The man didn't even look up, engrossed in his warn drink.

"What's wrong?….Oh my god! She took it too well, didn't she? You guys are nasty."

The girl went from a proud smile to confusion to a grimace of disgust.

"I didn't say anything!"

"There was no need! I'll never watch that show again…"

The man sighed; despite everything, it was definitely an unforgettable night.

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[pallisia]

more batch asks

thank you every. cut for spoilers

Anonymous asked:

I know you've made a lot of jokes about "you have to be nice to me" and "you've signed the contract" but I am honestly so happy to see a dark, truly cruel character like ysme portrayed in the way you've written her. when you think she won't go lower she sweeps you from a hole under your feet. the swap between perspectives and how others view her makes her actions that much more shocking and enthralling. it's a complete blast to read and makes her such an interesting character. in a time when it feels like more and more writers are wary of making characters too "mean" and the demand for mass appeal can lead to creative limitations to keep viewers engaged, ysme is a breath of fresh air. I love evil girls but even my jaw was on the floor.

thank you very much. but the contract is still in effect

@adair-trashart asked: i have the new soulsov update downloaded im planning on showing it to my other adult friends once our schedules line up >:33333333333

yay! i hope you all have fun.

@braveswordwielder asked:

Hey Soulsov 2 good Thanks for breaking new ground in the talking animals genre

thank you very much. i don't know if i'm breaking new ground exactly, but i'm glad you enjoyed.

Anonymous asked:

I love how past some point ysmé is the kind of person that's exactly the kind of person she says she is, and both her words and actions reflect that, yet still some part of me like Loic wants to see something that most likely is not there. I love every time this happens she rips my heart out and laughs about it. and then it happens again. I love soulsov.

thank you. please look forward to it.

@mobi-gg asked:

Ok I know I signed the contract so I have to go thru with it anyway, but I really do like how you are writing Ysme and her dynamic with Loic. Like she's done some very cruel shit this chapter, but I want to know why she's like this. How much of it is her true nature, how much is a facade or her strategy for rebelling and getting what she wants. Is there some kindness underneath it all in the end? Is it foolish to hope for such a thing? Truly I am acting like Loic rn. As for the rest of the chapter. Amazing. Everyone is so charming and lovable (even Ysme with her.. everything). The music and art were delightful and the pacing??? wow.

thank you so much. i love that this is the same sentiment as the previous ask. i'm glad she's compelling in spite of everything.

Anonymous asked:

Not only am I not mad, I am absolutely delighted by the contents of chapter 2. Good and “bad” alike, the writing is exhilarating, the chemistry between the characters is unparalleled, and adoration of all the art easily doubled my read time. Every time I see the New Friend I spend a solid minute on the verge of tears for my love, I am hoping Ysme gets even worse, I’m ready to see Loic be broken, and also additionally when I got to the “fishing” I thought it was a reference to the World of Ruin fishing mechanic in FF6 and I was TERRIFIED by it but it WAS really funny

thank you very much. i should have added an invisible timer that killed loic offscreen if you took too long.

@notactuallyahat asked:

Chapter 2 was fantastic, thank you so much for creating it! The 'if order has no place for you' line made me tear up a little, and I am amazed how Ysme continuing to be herself and behaving in exactly the way she has always said she will still somehow felt surprising and was very much an emotional gut punch. 10/10, can't wait to reread it also I didn't realize the fishing minigame was just a fishing minigame so my first response was to immediately save in a mild panic

thank you. see! without a fishing minigame, when else would you think to save. it's game design baby

Anonymous asked:

chapter 2 was great. thank you as always for sharing. the tonal shifts between ysmes omnipotence as sexy and fun vs utterly abject are really affecting. very much looking forward to the future horrors. cheers!

thank you for reading!

@fluffycattens asked:

Ysmé......... I thought she was a fun character after chapter 1 but now that I've finished chapter 2 I'm rotating her in my mind, what a cool and normal woman (she's awful and I love her) Thoughts and theories and impatience to learn more about her and the world, your storytelling and in particular your worldbuilding is so good!

thanks so much! please continue rotating her. i will do the same.

@rarmaster asked:

finished chapter 2 and immedaitely sent it to my friends who LOVE women's wrongs. also: wow this was great. i am fondly rotating the prose and dialogue around and around in my heart. your words are just so very good and i like to read them. i also love to see your art, too, of course, so every CG was a treat. ball………. also oh my god (had no idea about tutu's everything and am really basking in it right now) Oh My God.

thank you! i kind of spoiled tutu for longtime followers by posting art of her years ago, but i'm glad she ended up being a total surprise for a lot of readers. i'm glad she is loved.

Anonymous asked:

i don't think i'm going to see the phrase "unrequited love" the same way ever again. masterful stroke with the prose descriptions of pansies and specifically witchgaze: flower that means forcing heartbreak on someone. flower that means forcing shame and obedience. flower that cracks your brain open and pours in self-hatred.

thank you. the witchgaze's meaning went through a lot of different iterations before ending up there. not that we'll ever see it again or anything lol, but if we did i'd say "please look forward to it"

Anonymous asked:

flower that means you broke my heart... flower that means i got really attached to loic and his former [spoiler character]... flower that means kiss him gently he deserves so much better than what he has right now... flower that means i signed the contract and i'm already excited for chapter three!

flower that means yay