#will it help people know what to look for and start noticing them in the wild? fuckin maybe

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

maidenless board game club headcanons

Time to bully Azul and Idia :)) I often picture their club meetings being just them shit talking the other person and calling them rizzless…

Any and all mentions of the reader are meant to be gender neutral; gendered terms may still appear in these headcanons, but never in reference to the reader.

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Azul likes to think he’s suave and could bag “anyone he set his mind to.” Eh, why hasn’t he tried to woo anyone then? For him, he states it’s a matter of pride!! He would never be emotionally vulnerable to just anyone, you know. A-And besides, he’s focusing on his business and personal growth right now, he doesn’t have the time to toy with hearts! (Or so Azul insists.)

The reality is, he has never kissed anyone outside of his family. Just soft pecks on the cheeks in greeting, mainly to his mother and grandma. Azul would never admit this out loud though, he thinks it detracts from his “cool” persona.

The thing about Azul is that he overthinks EVERYTHING. He’ll sit there and map out every possible thing that could happen on a date and how he will prepare to handle them. This includes what to say and when he should smile when speaking… He’s charming, yes, and starts off with a strong first impression—but he also tends to come off as too rehearsed or humble bragging about his accomplishments.

Azul’s desperate for a S/O not because he wants one per se, but because he wants validation that he is, in fact, attractive and desirable. After all, he made such an effort to change himself and to come off as confident, intelligent, and capable. He would like to bask in the reassurance that his efforts were worth it, because now he can “have” whoever he wants.

Aaand therein lies another problem. Azul is still stuck in the mindset that relationships are transactional. You do a favor for him? Well, he has to match it. He gives you a gift? Then he expects one back. Yet Azul keeps himself to an emotional distance, too afraid to be completely honest about his flaws.

Idia thinks the issue is Azul’s personality. When Azul demands to know what exactly his clubmate means by that. Idia just sneers and goes off on a tirade. According to him, Azul-shi may look like he’s got everything put together, but since he’s actually a greedy scumbag, no amount of expensive cologne or nice clothes can cover up a rotten core.

Sometimes he and Idia just head back to the Mostro Lounge and pour one out (non-alcoholic drinks like fruit juice) to drown their sorrows. Jade and Floyd show great interest in these sessions, but Azul is cautious about letting any truly embarrassing experiences slip out.

The twins will occasionally dare him to snag a date with whichever random person walks through the doors to the Mostro Lounge next. Azul initially took these as personal challenges and did his utmost to win these dares, but after a string of embarrassing flops he now knows better than to be baited.

Idia is scared of 3D people and prefers to stick to his anime waifus and aidorus. REAL people could never compare! They’re too flawed and unpredictable—and, worst of all, they don’t come with dialogue options and affection meters to help Idia gauge what to do/say and when the Love Flags will trigger! What’s an introverted otaku to do?

He’s the type to openly disparage happy couples and love while secretly craving the warm touch of a flesh and blood person in the depths of his soul. His ideal is a kawaii gamer who’s into all the same things he is! … Unfortunately, he’s way too shy and unconfident to ever take a stab at it!! This is his way of coping.

He goes into the chats of his favorite streamers and tosses tons of money to get his comment read and to be noticed. Idia is the type to get super parasocial with the objects of his affection (he owns all the merch, goes to the events (virtually), has had a membership since day 1, etc.), even if he scoffs at the idea when directly confronted about it.

Literally bro spends his free time moderating Discord servers and Subreddits to complain about dating. Oh, but then the INSTANT he learns a user is single he starts treating them completely differently, calling them cute and his kitten or whatever. It’s amazing how much boldness he gains from behind the safety and comfort of a screen.

He doesn’t realize the value Ortho has as a wingman. Some people are super into the idea of doting on a younger sibling or dating a guy that loves his family—but Idia never brings these up as aspects of himself. Idia often vents about dating to his little bro and then tells Ortho he’s so lucky he doesn’t have to put up with stupid complex human emotions like love. Ortho just stares at him and begs his big bro to not get catfished.

He unfortunately drives people off with his sometimes pompous attitude. He’ll challenge others’ knowledge about his favorite media and get into extended arguments with them about the subjects he’s passionate about. Only “true” fan are allowed here! If you don’t get it, Idia will mansplain to you for hours at a time over VC.

Idia’s frequently the first to instigate (verbal) fights with Azul over their appeal in the dating scene. Offended, Azul usually fires back with some remark about how Idia hasn’t even witnessed him making eye contact with a REAL living, breathing woman. “Fictional women and a ghost bride do NOT count!”

You're nice to Idia ONCE (like, you let him borrow a pencil because he forgot his for an exam) and BOOM instantly this guy is lurking in the corners, giggling creepily ("Hihihihihi...") and shyly watching you from a distance. He's way too anxious to actually try and shoot his shot, but now he's fully convinced you're into him. (Idia lives out his fantasies with you in life sim games to cope with not having you irl 💀)

[imrkos]

LOST IN THE FIRE (R.C)

synopsis after the infamous scandal involving Yn and her now ex-boyfriend goes viral, Yn is forced to leave the only world she's ever known and adjust to her new life in the Outer Banks. Sent to live with her aunt, uncle, and cousin Kiara, Yn finds herself hanging around the type of people she swore to never be seen with and quickly becomes entangled in the rivalries between the Kooks and Pogues. And one thing Yn doesn’t take is crap from others which only catches the attention of Rafe Cameron who seems to be seriously smitten about her despite her association with his sworn enemies. But to Rafe’s disinterest Ward seems to have a new idea involving Rafe having to make Yn head over heels about him and use her elite status to cover up what he’s been doing behind everyone's back.

( previous <- MASTERLIST -> chapter two )

CHAPTER ONE : smau + written

WORD COUNT: 3089

10:24 PM — ARRIVAL.

Your name, his name, your face, his face, all plastered across every headline, all on Instagram, Twitter, TikTok, and even made its way onto Facebook. The video of you slapping your ex and tossing your ring at your own best friend — the ring he gave you and supposedly designed himself — was now as viral as it was scandalous.

The paparazzi, the parties, your vacation to Dubai, and then Paris were all gone as soon as you answered your phone the next morning. “Pack your bags.” was all your mother had said, she didn't even sound angry, which was even scarier.

You knew you should've waited till the gala was over, but when Gossip Girl posted that picture of Caleb and Gigi, your presumed “ride or die” you couldn't help but mess with them.

You first texted Caleb that you were needy and waiting for him in a room upstairs — you didn't show up — then you texted Gigi, something about her ex waiting for her, and as you presumed she went in and it happened to be the same room Caleb was in, and then you entered.

Long story short, thanks to your new BFF and accomplice Gossip Girl, you found out they were expecting and lucky them they were having a girl! “What great parents you guys will be! Sad she’ll grow up with a skank of a mother and a coward of a father but I guess it works.” The next thing you know Gigi is aiming toward you and falls, Caleb then tries grabbing you and you slap him, toss your ring, say a few nasty words, and the end.

How you guys ended up on tape will forever be a mystery, even Gossip Girl couldn't figure it out. But Caleb assumed you had gotten one of your friends to record and threatened to sue. Pathetic but that was your mother's last straw and now you're here, on a train — which you weren't too happy about — going to see family you haven't seen since you were seven.

Last you heard, they were doing well with their restaurant, and your cousin, Kiara, often got into trouble with some kids that your aunt and uncle disapproved of.

From what you’ve searched up on your way there it seems like they live by the beach which you don’t mind but compared to your room back in the Upper East Side it wasn’t all that. You also noticed that she followed you about two hours ago, you requested to follow her and she almost immediately accepted.

Interesting, you thought, you quickly took notice of her friends, they were all over her feed — the same ones your aunt and uncle disliked you assume. Her life looked completely different from what you were used to, she had pictures of her by the beach with her friends, some of herself, and turtles..lots of them.

Would she be your first choice for a friend? No, but she was family after all and one thing you did prioritize was your family. Suddenly you hear the intercom and watch as people start getting off. Gosh, how you missed New York already.

“Y/n!” You hear as soon as you step out of the train, your aunt stands there with a warm smile plastered on her face — you can tell she was forcing it, she seemed happy to see you, yes but she looked too happy. Your uncle stands to her right as he waits his turn to greet you, he looks the same way he looked all those years ago.

“Hey,” you greeted, “It's been so long!! When your mom was on the phone with me and suggested you come here I was so excited! Maybe you can help Kiara stay out of trouble.” Kiara, you noticed she wasn't there “Kiara, she's at home. Hurricane passed the day before so she decided to stay.,” your uncle Mike says, That answers your question.

10:38 PM.

“So how was the ride?” Terrible “It was alright.” You’ve been answering questions non-stop for the past 20 minutes, the car ride only seeming longer the more she kept asking questions. How’s New York? I heard you want to go to Princeton, your brother, how is he?

The endless questions would replay in your mind as you sat in the backseat of their car. New York's perfect, I actually want to go to Harvard, Princeton is my mom's dream, My brother? He stopped responding to our messages a few months ago.

You sighed looking out the window and watching the world go by. Every now and then you’d catch a glimpse of something that reminded you of home, yet none of it felt like home. You could feel your uncle's eyes on you from the mirror “You’ll get used to this.” you stay silent only looking at him for a second before looking back out “No paparazzi bothering you here, beach days 24/7, I guarantee you’ll make friends fast.” he continued, you only gave him a slight smile.

As you turned onto a narrow street flanked by rows of beach cottages, your phone buzzed. Mom displayed across your screen “I sent you there for a reason, don't make me and your father look even worse.” She was replying to your previous message, four hours later.

Once in a while, you'd wonder how your dad ended up with someone like your mom. They were total opposites. Your mom grew up with wealth and influence, and that's how she landed her roles. Your dad on the other hand came from a humble upbringing, he went to school for music despite your grandparent's disappointment, failed, got back up, and ended up with multiple hits.

They were yin and yang, so different yet they worked.

You always imagined your life with Caleb, would it end up like your parent's relationship? Disagreements here and there but always finding yourselves back to one another, or like his parents? Perfect on the outside but broke from the inside.

Love scared you, yet you seemed to yearn for it.

As you got out of the car, the salt air hit you immediately, and for a second, you almost forgot about the mess your life had become. The waves crashing in the distance gave off an oddly calming effect, but you knew that wouldn't last long.

“Here’s home,” your uncle Mike said, A modest beach house, white with baby blue exterior shutters. It definitely wasn't what you were used to but it was pretty.

“Let's get inside sweetheart, let's hope the wifi’s back up!” you nod and earn a reassuring smile from your uncle as he grabs your bags from the trunk. You quickly take notice of the difference between their house and yours, pictures of all three of them smiling, baby pictures, of course, the half-burned candles, the atmosphere feels warm and peaceful compared to the lonesome one you're used to.

You could hear your aunt snickering with someone on the phone but you paid no mind to it, “Your room is upstairs, three doors down to the left, make yourself at home” Mike said coming down the stairs “Thank you” you reacted making your way upstairs.

The room was cozy and you had a great view of the sea, you couldn't complain. 10:47 Your phone lit up, a message from Instagram,

Kiara 🌺: Hey, wanna go to a Boneyard? I'll be there in about 10 minutes. Get ready.

You stare at the message for a while…Boneyard? You hadn't even met the girl in person and she was already asking to hang out.

You: Your parents fine with it? lol

Kiara 🌺: Fine with me showing my cousin around late at night? Yes of course :)

You chuckle and send a simple “right” text before turning your phone off, So much for staying out of trouble.

You decide on a simple tube top and ruffled skirt you had bought before leaving, your mom had picked out most things in your luggage, you could say many things about her but you couldn't say she didn't have taste.

You hear three quiet knocks before turning around and being met by an awkward-looking Kiara “I was at the Boneyard and remembered you were coming today,” she rambled before sitting down next to you

“It looks cute, your outfit.” she compliments “Thanks. Thought I underdressed but, I'm assuming this Boneyard thing isn't very glitz and glamour.” she snorts “Yeah no,” she gets up before talking again “Can I use it?” she asks pointing at the bathroom, you nod frantically and she smiles closing the door behind her.

You didn't know what to feel about her. She's out there. You're also out there. Maybe you guys will get along after all? But Gigi was out there as well and look at how that ended up.

Your head turns once you hear the door open “Alright so my friends are waiting for us there so we should get going” she says, you quickly stand up straightening your skirt, “You walked?” she turns her head towards you motioning for you to lower your voice, right, her parents.

You guys quietly make your way downstairs and out the door making sure you don't make a sound, “No, I didn't walk, JJ, my friend offered to drive me and I said yes but I kinda thought we could drive there together so he went back.” she answered as soon as you guys made it outside, “Oh” you reply following Kiara to the car you were just in “My dad is gonna kill me, get in” she says opening the passenger door for you.

As you guys make your way to the Boneyard, Kiara breaks the silence and starts asking questions. — like mother like daughter. “Gossip Girl who is it?” “I'm not too sure myself” “How come you've not gotten into acting or singing?” “My mother” “Princeton? So you're really smart” “More like my mom bribed a few people there but I guess���

The rest of the car ride consisted of pure silence beside the hum of the car engine and Kiara’s occasional humming along to the radio. You on the other hand stared out the window drifting back to your thoughts from earlier.

What are my parents up to right now? Is your brother wondering what you're doing right now? Has he seen the many articles with your name plastered on them? Has Kiara?

When the car finally pulled into a gravel lot near the beach, the first thing that hit you was the cool breeze followed by the smell of wood burning. You weren't sure what you were expecting when you heard Boneyard but this wasn't it.

A crowd of teenagers gathered together, sitting on the hoods of cars, some in small clusters, others laughing, dancing, watching a group of guys throwing a football around. It was everything your mother kept you from. Kiara immediately headed toward a circle of people, and you followed, trying your hardest not to stand out too much. But soon enough there were eyes on you — curiosity and intrigue written across their faces. You could hear the snippets of whispered comments and almost hidden glances. You could tell they all recognized you, but you couldn't tell if you were welcomed here or if they wanted you out.

“Yo, Kie, who's this?” a voice suddenly called out, sharp and demanding, cutting through the noise of people around you guys.

You turned to see a guy walking towards you, he was tall and lean, with messy blonde hair that fell just above his eyes. His demeanor was confident like he was used to the attention, having people notice him. When he locked eyes with you his gaze flickered — he looked like he was trying to figure you out. He slightly squinted his eyes, it was hard to tell what he was thinking at that moment but you felt a slight change in the air.

Kiara rolled her eyes but replied “My cousin, Y/n.” she seemed unfazed by his intense stare. “Y/n, this is Rafe-” she continued before suddenly getting cut off “Rafe Cameron.” he extends a hand out but you don't take it, leaving him puzzled but soon his puzzled expression turns into a smug one.

“Alright,” he says leaning in just a little too close, his eyes still fixated on yours “Ms.L/n would you care for a drink?” you shake your head no, keeping your mouth shut, slightly amused at his offer. Rafe takes a step back, his eyes now wandering on your body, he takes notice of your outfit. “Well, I'll make sure to keep an eye out for you Ms.L/n,” he turns to Kiara and back to you “Just be careful, you don't want to get lost with the wrong crowd” he winks.

Before you could respond, Kiara was already pulling you away, leading you to a firepit, you noticed it was surrounded by her friends you recognized from her Instagram. “Gosh, he's so annoying” Kiara complains, you nod, still feeling Rafe’s eyes on you as you sit down next to her.

“I kinda guessed he'd walk up to you guys, I mean hey look who it is!” the blonde-haired guy says, earning himself a slight nudge from the guy beside him “Ignore him, I’m Pope, it's nice to meet you! This idiot is JJ and this one over here,” he says pointing to the guy next to Kiara “Is John B.” You notice them all staring at you waiting for you to say something “Y/n, Y/n L/n, nice to meet you guys.”

“So, Rafe Cameron?” Jj asks, “I think I know better than to associate myself with somebody like him.” They all laugh in unison, “Yeah, he's a bit crazy” John B says “A bit? He’s like a total lunatic.” Kiara adds — Crazy lunatic huh?

11:58 PM.

You had been keeping yourself busy talking with some guy you met a couple of minutes back. His eyes often drifted toward a girl a few feet away from you guys and you quickly understood y'all were in the same boat “Trying to get over her?” you asked “Hmm?” he mumbled turning back to you “Oh- She’s y’know- it's complicated.” You nod, and he gives you a sheepish smile taking a sip from the drink Kiara offered you guys — some cheap-smelling liquor with orange juice.

You were pulled away from your conversation when you heard commotion starting on the other side of the beach. Kiara and Pope looking helpless next to JJ and John B arguing with some guy, you quickly make your way to Kiara’s side listening to the argument unfolding,

“She doesn't want it, asshole!” the guy spits back, slapping JJ’s cup away causing it to spill onto John B. “Topper please.” you hear the girl next to the guy plead “We’re laying low. Being normal.” Pope chimes in trying to calm the situation down but to no avail “Oh my god” Pope lets out as soon as John B pushes Topper

“Don't make me drown you like your old man,” Topper said, causing John B to lunge at him but misses before being punched by Topper, falling to the sand.

“Holy shit!” You yell out, “Stop him!” You say, Pope only shaking his head clearly shaken up, you scoff looking around, your eyes locked with Rafes, he was standing, his arms crossed, clearly unimpressed by what was happening. “Hey” he mouths at you, you roll your eyes turning back to see John B fighting for his life “Fuck” you mumbled.

“Stop!” Kiara yells out getting closer to the two guys fighting “Topper!” the girl — his girlfriend you assumed — yelled out. Suddenly you see JJ, gun in hand, pointing it at Topper's head “Your move, broski.” Your eyes widen at the sight of the gun “Put the gun down, JJ!” the girlfriend yells out, JJ laughs “Did you say something, princess?” John B looks at JJ, shaking his head “Cool out, JJ.” he says trying to regain his breath “I was saving you, bro.” he replies,

Kiara looks over at you, she looks distressed, her hair blowing onto her face, and she has a firm grip on your arm. JJ raises the gun to the sky “Get the fuck off our side of the island!” he yells out firing a few shots into the sky, the people around you panicking — you were too but stay by Kiara’s side.

JJ comes closer to you guys “What the fuck!” you say shoving him slightly “What? I just saved his fucking life!” he cursed, you only looking at him in disbelief “Oh yeah? By pulling a gun out at someone? You're a real fucking genius!” You yell “Listen here, Angel this is how it works out here! Pogues versus Kooks. It's been this way forever, and you can't come here suddenly and tell us what’s right and wrong! Y’know, you seem to really fit in with those Kooks! We’ve all seen those headlines, you aren't a saint.”

“JJ!” you hear Kiara yell, you only look at him and smile “I don't know who you think you're talking to but just know I have eyes and ears everywhere, call me all you want, and don't be surprised when something of yours is leaked to the public. It's a small island, right? I'm guessing things spread around fast here. Watch your tone.” You warn before walking off “Yn!” you hear Kiara yell out as you make your way to the car

“Told you.” you hear, “Told me what?” you ask already expecting to see his face, probably leaning up against something, his signature smug face. “I don't think mommy and daddy would want to see their perfect Angel hanging around people like those Pogues.” you lift your head now leaning against Kiara’s car — you were right, he was leaning against what you assumed was his car, looking down at you. “What's up with this Pogue, Kook thing?” He shrugs “It's been this way for as long as I can remember. You're too pretty to be hanging out with them.” he says leaning in close, just like earlier.

“How about I drive you home?” he suggests “As if.” he chuckles, bringing a hand to his face, and fixing his hair “I like you,” he says “I’ll see you around, doll.”

“Oh no, you're not.” you laugh

“Oh trust me. We’ll be spending a lot of quality time together. Sweet dreams, pretty girl.”

NOTE: Hello!! hope you enjoyed this lol, was gonna upload it thursday but oopsie and then yesterday it snowed so yeah I went out :> but anyways thank you for reading!

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[loustica-lucia]

Answering these questions with Alba de Riva & Lucanis Dellamorte [he/they, spellblade fire mage, Friend of Red Jenny, Performer & Antivan Crow]:

Does your Rook fall for their partner at first sight? If not, what moment made your Rook realize they're in love with them? He does! Alba often has crushes and is a very physical person. He first fell for his looks and how cool and theatrical his entrance was when they first met, especially as a "theater kid" himself!

That's legit the face he had in game when Lucanis appeared on screen lmao

When does the partner realize that they're in love with Rook? I think Lucanis started catching feeling when he got to see more sides of Alba. They already got along well with their sense of humour, but he also noticed how devoted he was to helping people, especially in Treviso. Alba's eyes filled with an almost childish wonder at everything new they see, or even just sunset and sunrises. His infectious laughter and the way he always tried to make things appear less scary with a dumb joke. Alba made him smile, laugh, and other things he had long forgotten in his year of survival in the Ossuary...

How long does it take for them to officially get together? Did any of the other Lighthouse members have any suspicions beforehand? After the infamous "almost kiss scene", Alba gives him more space, while continuing to flirt with him. He doesn't want to rush things with Lucanis. It's always been one of his main issue in his past romantic relationships. They officially kissed after "Inner Demons", when they went to the Cantori Diamond to meet Viago & Teia and got teased for the way they spaced out in the Tevinter tavern. They drunk a bit, but Alba resists alcohol well. Lucanis, maybe a little less. The next day, Lucanis wasn't sure if the kiss truly happened or not, until Alba walked to him for another kiss in the dining hall.

Do your Rook and their partner share the same faction? If so, does that affect their relationship at all? If not, what is your Rook's opinion of their partner's faction? What is the partner's opinion of Rook's faction? They're both Crows, but with very different backgrounds. While Lucanis was taught from a young age how to become a Crow without his approval, Alba joined them by his own will. He was dating Viago at the time, and wanted to put his knowledge of Thedas to good use [he was a traveling performer and a Friend of Red Jenny]. He's more theatrical in his murders than the other Crows would like him to be, but he gets the job done. I think it only affect their relationship in the sense that they understand each other's work and the importance of contracts, and they're both from Antiva/cares about its people.

Do they have different cultural backgrounds (e.g. a Rook who was raised in Antiva with Harding who was raised in Ferelden)? If so, do they ever share parts of their culture with each other? If they're similar, how do they celebrate their culture together? Alba travelled around Thedas a lot, from Antiva, to Orlais, Ferelden, Tevinter and even a bit of Rivain... He likes to tell old stories in the dining hall when they all eat together. Lucanis and him often talk about Antiva though, because Treviso is Lucanis' hometown, while Alba was found as a newborn in the capital. [He's an orphan.]

What is their favorite thing to do together? Do they share any hobbies? Does your Rook teach their partner their own hobbies? Does the partner teach Rook theirs? They like to clean their weapons and armours together, cook and drink their favourite hot beverages. I headcanon that Lucanis was taught how to play piano (there's a harpsichord in the Dellamorte Villa) and Alba knows how to play a few other instruments. I like to imagine them doing midnight duets in the music room when they cannot sleep.

Are they a physically affectionate couple? Are they fine displaying those affections in public or do they prefer to be in private? If they're not, how do they prefer to show their love instead? Alba is very physical. Once they got together, he started randomly holding Lucanis hand then they were walking, hugging him or kissing him. Lucanis wasn't used to this, and was embarrassed at first, especially in public, but he accepted it quickly.

What does their ideal date look like? Do they go on much? Running around on rooftops in Treviso, racing to the horizon while the sunsets, only to go to a little café or bar and get a nice drink with music in the background. Alba probably dancing and inviting his partner to join him♥

Does your Rook bring them out often? How are they like on the battlefield? Do they banter much? Every time it's possible! Crows don't really get the occasion to work on the same contract very often, and he's heard many stories about the Demon of Vyrantium! Alba is excited to see the other aspect of Lucanis that weren't written in the newspapers in Tevinter. They talk a lot, often teasing each other for their fighting style, or worrying one got injured. Sometimes praising each other, but always with a catch.

Do they have any nicknames for each other? Who uses terms of endearment more? They usually call each other Lu or Al — especially during battle because it's short, but sometimes they give themselves petnames like my heart/mi amor/honey/sweetheart.

Who says "I love you" first? What is the other's reaction? Who thinks it first? Alba is very blunt and honest and can't keep his tongue in his mouth, so he'll probably say it first, and then Lucanis in the canon scene in Minrathous. Lucanis probably had a internal conflict when it happened between his thoughts, his body and Spite haha As to who thinks it first, probably both, but Lucanis didn't notice it as quickly as Alba, since it's still new to him? [Alba has had many partners in his life.]

Any inside jokes? Probably these two talking about Antivan Crow drama (eg. Zevran Arainai) while the rest of the group has no idea who these people are XD Quoting Antivan books and speaking Antivan language to maake joke the others cannot understand haha

What song(s) do you associate with them? I have a playlist for them, but if I had to pick only one, maybe "Unfolding Time" by Broken Iris. It reminds me of Alba, Lucanis, and Spite. How they overcome their own issues, with trust, time, and care.

"My whole life, all this time, I've been waiting to find a way to reach inside, to wield the hands unfolding time. The higher I am, the better view I find. As I lay down, observe it all unwind, no doubt or fear, my view is now clear. I've never felt so alive, looking in from the outside, watching my whole life pass me by, through the descendent of my eyes."

Does your Rook get their partner any other gifts (besides the one already in-game)? Does the partner get Rook any? Any gifts that are particularly special? Alba gets Lucanis a few outfits he got tailored just for him, so they can match ♥ He also gives him a few new books, leather bags to carry his daggers and fancy boots from Antiva City. Lucanis gets Alba spices mix to remind him of his travels, chocolate and flowers. He also gave him a few masks from the Dellamorte Villa, since Alba collects them! Alba doesn't have much luggage, since he never properly settled anywhere, so any gift is very important to him and he cherish them dearly.

What was the partner's reaction to Rook being imprisoned in the Fade? How did they cope? How did they react upon seeing Rook again? Lucanis regretted taking so long to fully open to Alba, now that he was gone. He felt heartbroken and angry, letting his frustration get the best of him in some rage episodes. He needed to keep his mind busy to not think about it, but he didn't lose hope to see his Rook again. When Alba finally made it back, seemingly safe and sound, he jumped to hug him, his wings making him go so fast they both fell on the ground. He needed to know he was there, to feel him, for real.

How did your Rook react to getting trapped in the Fade and separated from their partner? Alba was used to feeling guilty, so the "prison of regrets" was nothing new to him. He felt sad to be apart from the team, from Lucanis. He had no idea that he's been stuck in the prison for weeks before the others filled him on the current state of Minrathous. He felt sorry and guilty again, for making him worry about his silly ass. The entire time in the Fade, he had that Fenris' "Nothing is going to keep me from you." state of mind.

What is your Rook's favorite thing about their partner? What is the partner's favorite thing about Rook? Alba fell for Lucani's appearance first, but he fell harder for his softer side behind all the "Assassin/Demon of Vyrantium/Antivan Crow" masks. His kindness, his consideration for others and attention to details... his humour... that's what Alba loves the most about Lucanis. As for Lucanis, he fell under the charm of that seemingly over-confident brat who seemed to be able to fix any problem, admiring his ability to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders with a sincere smile on his face. The way he didn't seem to care about the way people perceived him, or the way he dressed, the makeup he wore. Just being himself, his true self.

When all is said and done, where would they like to retire together? Is marriage in the cards for them? Children? Pets? Alba and Lucanis stay in Antiva to get rid of the last Antaams in the streets of Treviso. They also travel around Thedas to help the Inquisition — like Alba did the last ten years, too. They often went back to the House de Riva or the Dellamorte Villa to get some time off, where they weren't "The Veilguard", or "Rook" or the "First Talon", but just Alba and Lucanis. They got married 3 years after the end of the game. During Veilguard, Alba adopted/became the guardian of Jacobus Egrativi, so Lucanis officially became his second father, too. They do not really have pets, outside of a few birds that like to come back to their balcony — their Roost.

Questions for your Rook and their partner:

Does your Rook fall for their partner at first sight? If not, what moment made your Rook realize they're in love with them?

When does the partner realize that they're in love with Rook?

How long does it take for them to officially get together? Did any of the other Lighthouse members have any suspicions beforehand?

Do your Rook and their partner share the same faction? If so, does that affect their relationship at all? If not, what is your Rook's opinion of their partner's faction? What is the partner's opinion of Rook's faction?

Do they have different cultural backgrounds (e.g. a Rook who was raised in Antiva with Harding who was raised in Ferelden)? If so, do they ever share parts of their culture with each other? If they're similar, how do they celebrate their culture together?

What is their favorite thing to do together? Do they share any hobbies? Does your Rook teach their partner their own hobbies? Does the partner teach Rook theirs?

Are they a physically affectionate couple? Are they fine displaying those affections in public or do they prefer to be in private? If they're not, how do they prefer to show their love instead?

What does their ideal date look like? Do they go on much?

Does your Rook bring them out often? How are they like on the battlefield? Do they banter much?

Do they have any nicknames for each other? Who uses terms of endearment more?

Who says "I love you" first? What is the other's reaction? Who thinks it first?

Any inside jokes?

What song(s) do you associate with them?

Does your Rook get their partner any other gifts (besides the one already in-game)? Does the partner get Rook any? Any gifts that are particularly special?

What was the partner's reaction to Rook being imprisoned in the Fade? How did they cope? How did they react upon seeing Rook again?

How did your Rook react to getting trapped in the Fade and separated from their partner?

What is your Rook's favorite thing about their partner? What is the partner's favorite thing about Rook?

When all is said and done, where would they like to retire together? Is marriage in the cards for them? Children? Pets?

[ice-man-goes-bwoah]

Match maker||Franco colapinto x fem!norris!reader

Summary — Lando takes Franco under his wing and sets him up with his sister

Word count— 2826

A/n another one form my old account

“You did what?!” You asked your brother Lando who stood on the other side of the kitchen bar scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Invited Franco over for dinner,” Lando repeated.

“I get that but why? And why to my apartment?” You asked, looking at him.

“Because I want the guy to know that he has a friend. F1 is lonely sometimes and your apartment is more homey than mine” Lando said as a matter of fact.

“Lando my apartment is a mess, look at the state of the place,” you said gesturing around the apartment.

Lando looked around your apartment looking for the so-called mess. The only thing he saw was the cat toys striding all over the floor and a couple of yellow dying leaves on one of your plants. Raising an eyebrow he looked at you skeptically holding up a finger as if he was saying one second.

You watched as he picked up the cat toys and tossed them into the basket before turning his attention to prune your plant gently taking off the yellow leaves.

“They're all clean,” Lando said, smiling proud of himself.

You couldn't help but smile and roll your eyes, "you didn't have to do that, you know?" you say, crossing your arms as he returned the gardening scissors to their place in the kitchen drawer.

"I know but now Franco won't see any mess, problem solved," he said with a grin, clearly proud of his work.

You shook your head gently, "you're a mess sometimes, you know that?" you teased, sticking your tongue out at him, gently swatting his arm.

Lando laughed good-naturedly, "hey, I'm just trying to help," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at you with a smile.

"But, thanks for letting me have Franco over," he said, his tone suddenly more serious, "I just want to make sure he feels less lonely around here, you know?

“F1 life can be pretty isolating at times," he said, running a hand through his messy hair. You felt a wave of empathy towards Lando, knowing that the F1 life wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. The constant traveling, media scrutiny, and being surrounded by people yet often feeling alone wasn't a piece of cake.

“I completely understand,” you said gently, moving to lean next to him against the kitchen counter. "I'm happy to have you guys over, just maybe a bit more notice next time?" you teased, nudging him playfully with your elbow.

Lando chuckled, "I promise to give you a heads-up in the future," he said, holding up a hand as if he was swearing.

A silence fell for a moment before Lando glanced at you, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"So tell me, you're single right? Do you mind if I play matchmaker for you tonight?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You felt a mixture of surprise and amusement wash over you.

"Lando, are you serious?" you asked, trying to hold back a smile.

Lando just shrugged, "What can I say? I love playing matchmaker. Besides, I think you and Franco would get along great," he said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Also what should I make for dinner?” You asked Lando.

“Ooh Make your Chicken Parmesan and my life is yours,” Lando says dramatically falling on the floor. Lando scrambled off the floor, a wide grin on his face.

"You're a goddess" he declared, exaggeratingly bowing down to you.

"Now if only Franco is as easily pleased as me" he teased, wagging his eyebrows. You shook your head, trying to hide a smile. "Lando, will you shut up and help me cook?"

He laughed and saluted you. "Aye, aye captain," he said, pushing himself off the floor.

As you both moved to the kitchen and started prepping the ingredients, Lando couldn't help but keep bringing up the thought of you and Franco together.

"You know, Franco is a nice guy," Lando said, chopping away at a pile of garlic "I think you two would get along great," he said, his eyes never leaving the chopping board.

You hummed in response, stirring the marinara sauce.

Lando glanced up at you with a smirk. "He's single too, you know" he teased, clearly enjoying this a little too much. You shot Lando a stern look, trying to suppress a smile. "Lando, I know you like to play matchmaker but slow down a bit, will you?"

Lando feigned surprise, a hand coming to his mouth in mock shock. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said innocently, going back to chopping the garlic.

You rolled your eyes at his act. "You're the worst," you said, shaking your head.

Lando chuckled, "But you love me"

You couldn't deny that. You did love him, as annoying as he could be at times. But you weren't about to give him that satisfaction.

"Sometimes," you said with a grin, shaking your head.

Just then, the buzzer for the front door rang throughout the apartment - signaling that Franco was there. Lando's face lit up, like a kid on Christmas morning. "I'll get the door," Lando said quickly, jumping up from the counter before you had the chance to respond.

"Lando, wait-" you called out, but he was already rushing out of the kitchen.

Sighing, you tried to refocus on the marinara sauce. But the thought of meeting Franco for the first time started to make your nerves flutter.

Lando quickly crossed the living room and opened the front door. Franco stood there with a smile, holding a bottle of red wine in his hand.

"Hey mate, glad you could make it," Lando said, stepping aside to let him in.

Franco stepped through the door, his eyes immediately taking in your apartment. "Wow, this is a nice place, thanks for having me," he said, handing Lando the bottle of wine.

"Ah, thanks for bringing the wine," Lando said, taking the bottle in his hands and studying the label.

"And no problem, my friend," he said, giving his shoulder a firm pat.

You picked that moment to stroll into the living room, curiosity getting the better of you. At the sight of you, Franco gave a charming smile.

"Hello there," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine for some reason. You offered him a warm smile in return, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at his words.

"Hi, I'm (Y/N)" you said, holding out a hand.

Franco took your hand in his own, giving it a gentle shake. His hand was warm and firm against your own, and you found yourself blushing a bit at the contact.

"Franco," he said, his smile still in place. Lando watched the interaction, his smirk growing wider. Lando cleared his throat, breaking the moment.

"Come on, let's head into the kitchen, (Y/N) just about finished preparing dinner," he said, gesturing to the kitchen.

Franco gave you one more smile before following Lando into the kitchen. You stayed a step behind them, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves.

As you entered the kitchen, you went back to stirring the marinara sauce. Lando started to pour some of the wine into three glasses, handing one to you and one to Franco.

As the three of you drank and joked around with casual small talk, you found yourself getting more comfortable in Franco's presence. He was polite, witty, and had a smile that could melt even the iciest of hearts.

When it came time to eat, the three of you sat around your kitchen table, laughing and enjoying the delicious chicken parmesan.

As you all talked, you realized that Lando was suspiciously quiet - watching you and Franco intently, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

Lando continued to silently observe you and Franco, occasionally chuckling to himself. You noticed this and shot him a few pointed looks, trying to signal for him to behave.

But Lando just smiled innocently, sipping his wine.

Meanwhile, you and Franco continued chatting, discovering mutual interests, and sharing stories. The conversation was easy and natural, and you found yourself genuinely enjoying his company.

As the meal came to a close, the conversation started to die down. Lando set down his fork and leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Well, that was bloody fantastic," he said, patting his stomach.

Franco nodded in agreement, also leaning back in his chair. "Yeah, best chicken parmesan I’ve ever had," he said, looking over at you with a grateful smile.

You felt a blush rise in your cheeks at the compliment. "Oh, it's nothing really" you said, waving a dismissive hand.

Lando smirked into his wine glass, watching you two interact. He was enjoying this far too much.

"Nonsense, it was absolutely fantastic" Franco said, his eyes never leaving yours.

Suddenly, Lando cleared his throat, interrupting the moment.

"You know, (Y/N). Franco here is single" he said, feigning innocence. You tensed up at Lando's words. Here we go.

Franco coughed awkwardly, his cheeks tinged a light pink.

You sent Lando a sharp glare, warning him to back off. Which also resulted in you kicking Lando in the shin underneath the table. Lando winced in pain, "Ow!" he exclaimed, rubbing his shin as he shot you a betrayed look.

Franco chuckled beside you, clearly enjoying your playful banter. "Sorry," you said to Lando, not sounding at all sorry. Lando just grumbled something under his breath as he continued to rub his shin.

Glancing at Franco, you found he was looking right back at you, an amused smile playing on his lips. "Hey, I’m just trying to help you guys out" Lando said, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

Franco shook his head, "It's alright, I think it's quite funny actually" he said, glancing between you and Lando. You chuckled, mentally cursing Lando for his attempts at match-making.

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s a bit of a meddler” you said, giving Lando a pointed look. Lando let out a huff of protest, "I’m not a meddler, I prefer the term matchmaker".

You rolled your eyes at his comment, shaking your head. "More like a pain in the ass" you muttered. Franco chuckled beside you, clearly amused by your banter.

Lando clutched his chest in mock offense, "I'm hurt. Really hurt." You just rolled your eyes again, used to Lando's melodrama. “Well would you look at the time I should be going” Lando said looking at his bare wrist as he got up sprinting to the door.

“You’re not even wearing your watch!” You called out to him. Lando ignored your comment and quickly made his way to the door in a few long strides.

"Bye guys, have fun!" he called out over his shoulder before exiting the apartment. The door slid shut behind him, leaving you alone with Franco.

You let out a sigh, shaking your head. "That boy, I swear he never knows when to stop" you said, rolling your eyes.

Franco chuckled, looking over at you. "He seems like a fun guy" he said.

You shook your head, "Yeah, fun and a massive pain in the ass" you replied, a smile tugging at your lips. The two of you stood silently for a moment, the weight of Lando's words hanging in the air.

Trying to break the tension, you cleared your throat. "Well, would you like some more wine?" you asked, gesturing to the bottle on the table.

Franco smiled warmly and nodded. "Yeah, why not" he said, holding out his glass for you to refill it. You poured the red liquid into his glass, your hands slightly shaking with nerves.

As you refilled your own glass, you snuck a glance at Franco, taking in his sharp jaw and kind eyes.

God, he really was handsome. You quickly averted your gaze, mentally scolding yourself for ogling him like that.

As you set down the bottle, you decided to break the silence.

"So, Lando mentioned you’re single?" you asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. As soon as the words left your mouth, you mentally smacked yourself. Of course you would ask that.

Franco let out a chuckle, his eyes flashing with amusement.

"Yeah, I'm single" he said simply, swirling the wine in his glass.

A silence fell over the two of you for a moment, the only sound being the ticking of the clock on the wall.

You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, not knowing what to say next.

Franco glanced up at you, his gaze suddenly intense. "And you? Are you single?" he asked, his voice low. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you met his gaze.

"Y-yeah, I’m single" you manage to squeak out, your voice betraying your nerves.

Franco nodded in response, his eyes studying your face intently. The tension in the air was suddenly thick enough to cut with a knife.

Despite your nerves, there was something about the way he was looking at you that made your stomach flutter.

The air was charged with a tension you couldn’t fully understand, and it made it hard to focus on anything except his gaze.

After a few moments of silence, Franco cleared his throat. “Can I…ask you something?”

Franco took a sip of his wine before continuing, his eyes never leaving you.

"Did Lando set us up?" he asked bluntly.

You were taken aback by his bluntness, but after a moment of surprise wore off, you chuckled.

"Yes, he did" you admitted sheepishly. Franco chuckled as well, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“I had a feeling he was up to something” he said, his voice low. “But I wasn’t expecting him to be quite so…forward”

You nodded, a smile on your face. “Lando can be a little reckless at times” you said, shaking your head fondly. “Clearly” Franco said, his tone amused.

He stared at you for a few moments, his eyes boring into you. You fidgeted nervously, unsure of what to say or do next.

Finally, he spoke again, his voice quieter than before. “Can I tell you something?”

Your heart rate picked up speed as you swallowed heavily. "Yeah, sure. Go ahead" you said, bracing yourself. Franco took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I actually..." he trailed off, suddenly looking nervous.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you waited for him to continue, holding your breath. "I...I actually find you very attractive" he said in a rush, his cheeks turning a light tint of pink.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, your mind suddenly going blank. Did he just say what you thought he said?

"I, uh..." you mumbled, your mind scrambling to come up with a response.

Franco chuckled, sensing your surprise. He ran a hand through his hair, looking suddenly sheepish.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to blurt that out like that” he said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You shook your head, still trying to process what he had just said.

"No, no, it's alright" you finally managed to say, your voice shaky. "I, uh...I find you attractive too" you admitted quietly, feeling your cheeks flush.

“Would you like to go out sometime soon with me?” Franco asked nervously.

Your heart thumped in your chest as Franco's words hung in the air. He wanted to go out with you.

"Yes" you said, without hesitation. "I'd love to"

A smile slowly spread across Franco's face. "Really?" he asked, looking pleasantly surprised.

"Yes, really" you laughed, the nerves finally gone.

Franco's smile widened, his eyes sparkling. "Great" he replied, the relief evident in his voice. "How about this Friday? I'll pick you up at 8?"

Your heart fluttered at his suggestion. "That sounds perfect" you said, a smile on your face.

Franco let out a sigh of relief. "Great, it's a date" he said, looking genuinely excited. The two of you continued talking for a while longer, the previous tension replaced by a lighthearted chatter.

Eventually, Franco looked down at his watch and winced. "It's almost midnight, I should probably head home" he said, reluctantly standing up from his chair.

You stood up as well, feeling a pang of disappointment at the thought of him leaving. But you knew he was right - it was getting late.

“Yeah, I guess it is pretty late” you said, glancing down at your own watch.

Franco gathered his jacket and slung it over his shoulder. You walked him to the front door.

As you opened the door, Franco turned to face you. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he was hesitating.

Finally, he spoke up. "Tonight was really nice" he said, his voice softer than before.

You smiled, feeling your heart flutter. "Yeah, it was" you agreed, holding his gaze.

[insomniadreamzz]

I am sorry

Jinx x Fem!Reader angst

Jinx accidentally shooting Reader

All you could hear was a loud bang before feeling that stinging pain in your left shoulder, yelping as your right hand immediately hold your shoulder, gritting your teeth together at the pain.

Jinx once again lost control of herself, fighting against enforcers, seeing her sister become one of them, it was all too much for her and she kept shooting around herself like crazy only stopping as she heard your yelp, eyes widen as she saw you on the floor being hurt. Everyone else died or they made their way out of here before they could get killed by her gun. She just noticed only you and her being left as she came back to reality again, rushing over to you.

„Oh no! Who shot you?“ Of course she didn’t realise it was her who shot you, her gaze wandering to the wound on your shoulder, seeing blood dripping between your fingers. „J-Jinx…it’s okay I know you didn’t do it on purpose..“ You mentioned as you laid weakly in her arms as she cradled you closer to her. „N-No…no it…can’t be. I am so sorry!“ Jinx was about to panic again but that won’t help both of you. She cupped both of your cheeks, tears running down her own cheeks. „Please don’t die! Please don’t you leave me as well…p-please I need you! I am so sorry!“ The pain in her voice was audible, your heart aching with hearing her being so heartbroken but forming words were so hard for you at this moment, feeling dizzy from the blood loss.

„I am not gonna lose you as well…“ Jinx said, picking you up into her arms as she brought you to Singed. All of this is reminding her of when Silco saved her. She knew it won’t be that bad like when she needed Silco’s help, the difference was you weren’t dead but you passed out in her arms. If she would wait more, you might die but thanks to the shimmer in her veins, Jinx was fast.

„Singed! Please! Please help me.“ Jinx begged, a totally new sight to the man, she usually wasn’t this desperate for help so he already knew something bad happened, his gaze moving to your passed out body in her arms, the blood painting your bodies which was dripping out of your wound but you were still breathing. One good sign.

„Alright I won’t ask. Put her on my table, I will see what I can do.“ He mentioned and Jinx did as he said, letting him do his job as she had to force herself to trust him.

A little time passed, Singed walked over to Jinx who was waiting for you just in another room, not wanting to see what he was doing to you so she won’t fuck up things anymore, his footsteps getting her back to reality. „She is fine. You’re lucky the bullet didn’t hit her heart. I think she will just need time to rest, the bullet is out and her wound wrapped.“ He explained, Jinx couldn’t help but cry, nails digging into her own thighs. „Fuck!…it’s all my fault she ended up hurt like this. Again I am the one who fucks up and loses important people to me!“ She yelled before rushing towards you, you were laying down, your breathing calm and you looked peaceful but Jinx’s heart was broken.

She mumbled something to the voices in her head, having an argument with them while she stayed close by your side, her hand holding yours. A little groan escaped your lips as you slowly came back to reality again, opening your eyes to see Jinx being a total mess beside you, eyes red from crying, her makeup all smudged.

„You’re alive…“ She muttered before hugging you tightly as she broke down on you. „I am so sorry!“ Jinx apologized again, you knew she truly was, gently caressing her back to try to comfort her. „Hey…it’s okay.“ You said, still a little weak, making her look up at you, seeing her cry made you feel so sad. „Jinx…it really-…“ You started but she cut you off. „No! It’s not okay. I almost killed you. Everyone near me dies! I don’t want you to die…you deserve someone better than me…I am just a ticking bomb, if you keep staying with me…I am scared you will die.“ Her whole body was shaking, you couldn’t believe what she just said. You knew a life with her is dangerous but you also didn’t want to live without her. But before you could say anything, Jinx ran away, leaving you there, making your own eyes tear up. This can’t be the end.

A few days later you recovered and Singed gave you permission to leave. Your shoulder was still stinging but that didn’t stop you from going back to Jinx’s hideout. You hoped she was there, hoping she didn’t do anything to herself, knowing her mental health was fucked.

When you arrived there, you saw a mess all around the place, she really must have freaked out the past days. You cursed under your breath, worrying even more now about her health and then you found her. She passed out on her halfway destroyed couch, her knuckles red, bleeding a little, showing you she might have punched something so hard to hurt herself. You frowned as you carefully sat down beside her, a hand slowly approaching her as you wanted to caress her and showing her you are here. „Hey…wake up I am here…“ You whisper and she woke up with a little groan, eyes widening when she saw you. „What are you doing here?? Are you real or am I seeing things again???“

You shook your head, cupping her with tears stained cheeks gently. „It is me. You think I would let you go? I must be stupid to let you go. You are everything to me. Accidents happen, I am not mad at you, nor do I want to leave you. I love you too much for that.“ You explained, making her feel all emotional again as tears ran down her cheeks, her lip quivering „H-How can you still love me…I-I did this…“ Jinx said with a shaky voice, her shaky hand moving to gently touch the bandage that covered your wound.

„Because I do. Love is stronger than anything else you know? We can get through this together. I won’t ever give up on you Jinx.“ You managed to say without breaking out into tears but Jinx did as she just got closer and kissed you, making you kiss her back.

The kiss lasted for a while before you both pulled back to breathe, you wiping her tears from her cheeks with a warm smile and finally Jinx smiled as well. „I love you so much too…you’re my dream girl and I promise you to never hurt you again…“ She said before both of you ended up kissing each other passionately.

[luvingtsumu]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐓 𖥔 ࣪˖ ( MIYA ATSUMU X FEM!READER )

noticing small changes is difficult at first, but when they start becoming so visible it’s hard to not overthink stuff, but miya atsumu definitely wasn’t in love with you, right? even when it was painfully obvious.

★ genre: fluff | content: friends to lovers, fluff, jealousy, actions speaking louder than words.

★ author’s note: now that i have a job i’ve been buying a lot of atsumu merch, i’m gonna end up broke.

O1 . BACKPACK

You and Atsumu always played rock, paper, scissors after school to decide who was carrying the backpacks, usually, you were the loser, and he always made sure to rub it in your face.

He was lazy, he never wanted to carry anyone’s backpacks, especially not yours; so this rock, paper, scissors game worked perfectly for him —since he already knew you always picked scissors first.

“I won again!” he said, sticking his tongue out at you.

“Not fair! Let’s play again.” you crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him.

“C’mon, we already played 3 times, yer a loser.” he said, throwing his backpack at you.

You catch it with both hands, groaning slightly as you glared at him.

“Oh, come on! My back hurts today.” you complained “I fell on my back today.”

“Ya fell?” he laughed.

“Fucking Kino threw the ball at me way too hard! That was a hate crime.” he laughed again so you hit him on the shoulder “Shut up!”

“Sorry, sorry.” he smiled “Does it hurt or what?”

“A little bit.”

“Are ya that weak? Geez, no wonder why yer always tired in p.e. class.” he snickered.

“You know I hate you?” you rolled your eyes, placing his backpack on your shoulder.

“I figured.” he stole his and your backpack from your hands, placing them over his shoulders.

You looked at him with a confused look before smirking, he scoffed and looked away.

“‘m only gonna take ‘em today, cause yer hurt, alright?”

That was the first time that Atsumu, on his own willing, carried your backpack for you.

Then there was a second time.

Then a third one.

And suddenly you realize that now you barely carried your backpack after school. At first you were happy about that, and teased him about being your servant, but then you started to feel a bit bad cause he was always carrying your stuff; and even when you insisted on helping, he would brush you off.

“Yer too week, I don’t want yer back to get hurt.”

“I already have it on me.”

“Don’t complain, ‘m helpin’ ya.”

You thought it was weird that he was acting so nice, but you figured maybe he changed his ways and wanted to be nicer, besides, it was great not having to carry your heavy backpack; so you finally let it happen with no complaints.

O2 . FOOD

Atsumu absolutely hated when people ate his food, he didn’t even let his own brother grab a cookie from his lunch.

Either way, you didn’t cared if he didn’t liked it, you always found a way to steal a bit of his food, and he was always loud when you did it, calling you names and pulling your arms so you wouldn’t get to steal another onigiri.

You were used to that, and still, you didn’t even noticed when that changed. It started small and it was easy to not notice a change, but soon enough his brother pointed out how Atsumu didn’t got mad at you anymore when you stole his food, he didn’t budged and just gave you a small glance before going back to eating.

You thought about it for a bit and decided to test it, grabbing some of his tuna when he was just about to eat it.

“Hm, this one doesn’t taste that good as the one you brought yesterday.” you said after swallowing the food.

He looked between you and the tuna, then he started eating without budging “Yeah, ‘samu did the one yesterday.”

“That explains it, you’re a terrible cook.” he glared at you, making you chuckle “Respectfully.”

You noticed him rolling his eyes, but you got nothing more than that after stealing his food; so you decided to ask him to see if his reaction would change.

“Can I have some of your chips, ‘tsumu?”

“Open ‘em.” he said, handing you the bag of chips “Just make sure no one else eats ‘em.” and with that, he continued eating.

You gave him a weird look, raising and eyebrow.

You were so used to him yelling at you that it felt strange that he wasn't doing it. For some reason, it made you feel guilty, again. It felt better to steal food from him and have him yelling at you, rather than him handing it to you.

“You know what? I’m not hungry.” you said, handing him the bag of chips “Thanks though.”

That was the last time you attempted to eat from his food, unless he vocally expressed he wanted to share his food from you.

He even looked bothered by the fact you weren’t stealing his food anymore, but your best friend loved his food, so you sure were imagining things.

O3 . TWINS

Even if Atsumu and Osamu fought all the time, they were still brothers, they were still twins. They still told everything to each other —even if they pretended to not listen—, and they still wanted to help each other.

So even if you tried to stop yourself from overthinking, it wasn’t an easy task. You felt like the twins knew something about you that not even you knew. It was weird, of course, but it felt like they were working against you or about you.

They would whisper at each other when you passed by them, and you always saw them sharing looks when you hung out with them. To be honest, you felt left out, it felt like you were missing something.

Normally, you would tell the twins about your current concern, but in this case, they were the current concern, so you decided to rely on Aran.

“Don’t mind them.” he waved his hand in the air “They’re always all weird, same thing happened to me and turns out they just admired me a lot.” he smirked.

You chuckled “I don’t think they admire me, Aran, it’s easier to think they despise me.”

“You’re their best friend, they don’t hate you.” he assured you “They’re better than that.”

Aran’s words were reassuring, and you decided to stop focusing on the topic and let the twins do their own stuff.

Even when Osamu asked you weird and too specific questions about your love life.

Or when he suddenly canceled on plans last minute, making you and Atsumu stay alone.

Or when he exchanged weird looks with Atsumu whenever you spoke about boys.

All just coincidence’s.

O4 . JEALOUSY

“Me ‘nd ‘samu we’re talkin’ the other day…” he took a bite of his burger “‘nd it would be pretty cool to go to the beach this weekend.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” you chuckled, before sighing “The beach?”

He swallowed his food as he nodded “Yeah! The weather has been nice this past days.”

“I can’t this weekend.” you took a sip of your drink, watching his expression grow confused.

“What? Why?”

“I have plans with Kino and Shinji. Although I don’t think Shinji is gonna make it, so just me and Kino.”

Atsumu’s eyebrows visibly raised as he listened to your words. You continued eating, unaware of the way Atsumu’s stomach did a flip.

“Why are ya goin’ with them anyway?” he mumbled as he took a very small bite of his almost finished burger.

You scoffed “What do you mean why? They’re my friends.” you smiled.

“I thought they were just dudes in yer classroom.”

“No.” you chuckled “I’m actually friends with them, even when they’re a pain in the ass. I’m actually closer to Kino.” you said, thinking out loud.

Atsumu’s jaw clenched as he wrapped up what was left of the burger and threw it in the trash can.

“Weekends are for me, tho…” he said without thinking, quickly changing his words “—‘nd for ‘samu too.”

“Oh, come on, for one weekend that I don’t spend time with you? You’ll survive.”

Atsumu grumbled “I guess.”

Atsumu zoned out for a few seconds, deep in thought until he finally turned to see you.

“Isn’t Kino the guy ya went to eat with the other day?”

“Yeah, you remember him?” you smiled.

“Yeah. I actually do.”

Of course he did, Osamu is friends with one of Kino’s close friends, and he told Osamu that Kino had a big, fat crush on you. Of course he did. But you were his girl, his! How dare this other man disterup his precious time with you.

“Enjoy yer time with him, or whatever.” he sighed, rubbing the side of his neck as he tried to ease the feeling inside of him.

“I will.” you chuckled “We can go to the beach other day.”

“Sure.”

He didn’t understand why he was feeling like this, so bitter about you having other friendships besides him, other guys that liked you like he did —or maybe not like he did, cause he definitely liked you more than any ordinary guy ever will.

O5 . TEXTS AND CALLS

Your phone vibrated with a notification, and you knew who it was even before you turned on your screen.

Atsumu, of course it was him.

Normally you couldn’t have a single conversation with him over text, since he was barely on his phone, always studying, training or playing some game with Osamu. He never checked his texts and it was a real challenge to try to get in contact with him during summer break cause he never answered.

You always told him it was like talking to a wall, truly, and he always scoffed and told you he was a busy man with a busy life.

But now all of that had changed, cause suddenly now he had so much time, apparently. Always texting you every time he wanted and could, spaming your phone. You two even did calls when he walked back home or when he went to the convenience store.

You didn’t knew when it changed, but you weren’t complaining. It was like having a puppy begging for attention 24/7. Kinda fun.

[ 9:20 p.m. ] i found a cat on the way back home and it fucking bit me

[ 9:20 p.m. ] i mean, the AUDACITY

[ 9:21 p.m. ] and also, i bought you some of those chips you wanted the other day, the disgusting ones 🥰

[ 9:21 p.m. ] yeah, i know, i’m the best. don’t thank me too much, it was all me

[ 9:21 p.m. ] also, APPARENTLY you don’t put spoons on the microwave, never knew that huh

[ 9:23 p.m. ] are you gonna answer or what

[ 9:23 p.m. ] HELLOOOO??????

[ 9:26 p.m. ] do you hate me or what

[ 9:30 p.m. ] YOU’RE LITERALLY ONLINE

[ 9:30 p.m. ] WHO ARE YOU ANSWERING TO 😐😐

[ 9:31 p.m. ] why won’t you answer meeeee

[ 9:40 p.m. ] what did i do? are you mad at me and that’s why you’re not answering?

[ 9:40 p.m. ] tell me and i’ll apologize

[ 9:40 p.m. ] i’ll get on my knees

[ 9:41 p.m. ] if i get a tattoo of your name on my whole chest will you forgive me and speak to me again?

[ 10:00 p.m. ] i was taking a bath. WHAT

[ 10:00 p.m. ] HEY OMG YOU DON’T HATE ME :3

[ 10:01 p.m ] cringe. and i do hate you

[ 10:01 p.m ] also, did your microwave exploded or what?

[ 10:02 p.m. ] i wasn’t aware of microwave instructions ok, leave me alone

[ 10:04 p.m ] you stupid

You chuckled to yourself as Atsumu started spamming even more texts. It was fun.

Soon enough you got a call, and you know you two were probably gonna fall asleep on the phone once again.

O6 . PHYSICAL TOUCH

Atsumu was a sucker for physical touch, you knew that since you became friends with him. He was always bothering everyone, grabbing their hands, ruffling their hair, hugging them, any way that provided him physical touch worked for him!

It was something you were used to but not something you were always expecting, and also you were sure he wasn’t expecting any from you. Or so you thought, cause lately he’s been kinda whiny about it.

“So, see you tomorrow.” you waved at him as you closed your door after he dropped you off.

You went calmly upstairs, dropping your things in bed and then going to open the curtains and— there he was. Standing in front of the door with his arms crossed.

You raised an eyebrow and opened the window, yelling at him “The hell you’re doing?”

He looked up at you, huffing and then looking down again.

You rolled your eyes and closed your window again before making your way downstairs to see what he needed.

“What, weirdo?” you opened the door, just to see him pouting.

“Ya forgot to hug me goodbye.” he spoke through his teeth.

“Hug you goodbye?” you said with amusement.

“Yeah.” he looked down at him “Ya hate me or somethin’? Ya always hug me before ya leave.”

“Oh, my bad, king.” you mocked, before opening your arms and pulling him for a hug.

He whined but soon enough his arms wrapped around your waist, head buried into your shoulder.

You chuckled as you rolled your eyes, hands rubbing his back, feeling every muscle. Atsumu’s thumbs rubbed circles in the exposed skin of your lower back, he sighed, breathing in your soft scent.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” you mumbled.

“Yeah.” he mumbled back “I’ll pick ya up.”

“Alright.”

“Alright.”

But none of you let go of the other.

O7 . CRUSH?

As a way to celebrate the school days being finally over to go into summer break, you organized a sleepover, and now Atsumu, Osamu, Suna and Aran were there since the others couldn’t make it.

As you and the guys spoke about Osamu’s crush, you suddenly turned to Atsumu.

“And you? Any girl got your heart?” you smiled.

The room suddenly went silent, except for Suna’s low chuckle.

Atsumu was quiet too, he was thinking. Wasn’t he obvious enough? Didn’t he showed his feelings? His heart that beats to your name?

“No.” he looked down, cheeks getting red as he started fidgeting with the control he was holding.

You raised an eyebrow, looking at everyone else. It seemed like they all knew something you didn’t.

“Guys?” you mumbled, but everyone seemed to look away from you.

You looked back at Atsumu and saw his red cheeks, then you looked down, noticing your leg that was on top of his.

Suddenly something clicked in your head. And bells started ringing on your head.

Everything started making sense like a piece of a puzzle.

The girl he had a crush on, was you. Miya Atsumu had a deep crush on you and had been trying to show it to you the whole time.

And, oh god.

You were in love with him too.

[clarkeyhill]

Bandaid | George Clarke

Fluff.

It started as a small step into George’s world—a world I had admired from a distance for so long. George, my boyfriend, had a natural charisma that made his social media posts shine. He’d share everything from his adventures to silly little anecdotes, and people loved him for it. Inspired by his success, I decided to give it a shot myself.

At first, it was slow and steady. I wasn’t expecting thousands of followers overnight, and I didn’t get them. But there was something comforting in seeing a few likes pop up here and there, a handful of comments cheering me on, people genuinely enjoying what I had to share. George was my biggest cheerleader, always liking my videos, leaving comments, and giving me tips.

And then, things began to pick up. Slowly but surely, the numbers grew. My content was reaching more people, which was thrilling—but also terrifying.

Some of the comments were lovely, warm, and kind. “Your energy is so refreshing!” one person wrote. “Love seeing you and George together—such a sweet couple!” said another. Every kind word felt like a little burst of sunlight.

But with the good came the bad.

I’d scroll through the comments and sometimes stumble upon words that felt like stones hurled in my direction. “Why would George even date her?” “She’s punching way above her weight.” “She’s not even that pretty.” And, the one that cut the deepest: “He deserves someone better.”

At first, I brushed them off. I told myself not to let them bother me, that people on the internet could be cruel just for the sake of it. But the words lingered, like tiny splinters burrowing under my skin. I started second-guessing every video, every picture I posted. Was I good enough? Did I really belong in this space—or in George’s life?

George began to notice.

It was subtle at first, but he could read me like a book. One evening, as we sat on the couch scrolling through our phones, he looked at me, his brows furrowed with concern. “You’ve been quiet lately,” he said. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” I replied quickly, plastering on a smile.

He didn’t buy it.

“Come on,” he insisted gently. “I know when something’s bothering you.”

I hesitated, not wanting to burden him with my insecurities. But George had a way of waiting patiently, his warm eyes encouraging me to speak.

Finally, I told him.

As I spoke, his expression shifted from curiosity to disbelief, and then to something that looked like anger—but not at me. When I finished, his mouth hung open slightly, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d heard.

“Are you serious?” he said, his voice tinged with disgust. “People actually said that to you?”

I nodded, my shoulders sagging under the weight of it all.

Without a word, George scooted closer, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me into his chest. “I’m so sorry you’ve had to deal with that,” he said softly. “But those people don’t know you. They don’t see how amazing you are, how much you mean to me. They’re just… idiots, honestly.”

His words were like a balm, soothing the sting of every cruel comment I’d read. He pulled back slightly, holding my face in his hands. “You know you’re incredible, right? Like… genuinely. You’re beautiful, funny, smart, kind—everything. And anyone who can’t see that isn’t worth your time.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, a mixture of relief and gratitude.

George wasn’t done. “And just so you know, I don’t care what anyone else says. I love you for you" he smiled

In that moment, I felt lighter, as if George’s words had lifted the weight from my shoulders. He was my bandaid, covering the wound with care, helping it heal.

Later that night, as I scrolled through my comments again, the harsh words didn’t seem as sharp. I knew they were still there, but George’s voice echoed in my mind, drowning them out with kindness and love.

And for the first time in days, I felt like I belonged—not just in this online world, but in George’s life, exactly as I was.

-

🫶🏻

[morgluvsconnie]

VOW, a.arlert

↜ CHAP.3 / no warnings ! / CHAP.4

A/N / hiiii , i returned. i know it’s been a while so u might not remember what happend last chapter, sorry for that. but i’m back!!💕 (proofreading later)

“he invited you? girl, he want you.”

you ignored sasha’s nonstop comments about how “armin never does this” or “he would never do that”

“see, when he was with annie-”

“sasha,” you grabbed her hand and walked through the stands with her, excusing yourself in front of people. “i love you. but ion really care.” you sat down, fixing your skirt and putting your snacks between you both.

sasha pout her lips and looked at you. “but how would you know what to look out for?”

“i don’t like armin, how many times..?” you trailed off, rolling your eyes and looking at the ceiling.

“but he likes you. tryna tell you.” she raised her brows and grabbed her nachos, leaning back. “look, there he is.” she leaned her head towards where the basketball team entered the gym.

and yes, there he was, number three. smiling as most of the students and others screamed his name.

you clapped along for him, a small smile creeping onto your lips.

basketball wasn’t your thing, really. sports weren’t. but for armin, you guessed you’d to go the game anyway.

“you know the look on his face when he heard you were coming?”

“God, sasha.”

sasha’s eyes widened and she sat up, turning towards you. “no, really! he was all blushy and nervous and shit. he didn’t think you’d come.”

“i told him i was coming.” you shrugged, tucking your hands between your thighs at the temperature of the gym.

“you know how you talk— the tone you use. you always sound sarcastic.” sasha grabbed her soda, taking big sips.

when the game started, the only thing you watched was the scoreboard, armin, and sasha when she ate too quickly.

“number fourteen, that’s my ex, such a slut.” she shook her head, making you laugh. “on the other team, right?” you asked. pursing her lips together, sasha slowly shook her head. “no, no, our team.”

your expression dropped and you squinted. “he is.. ugly. as hell.”

with a shrug, sasha looked forward at the court and watched the game carefully, tilting her head a little against her shoulder.

you leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees and your chin in your palm.

the scores were awfully close as time passed, but you couldn’t help but notice the change in the team and coaches demeanor. the frowns on the players faces, pushes and shoves towards armin, told you everything.

you assumed he didn’t like someone on the opposite team, because he kept fouling. foul after foul, push after push. and being benched for it seemed to piss him off even more.

“why he actin like that?” you frowned a little, adjusting to your position. sasha shook her head. “he always does that shit. when we play against this team, he always gets in some shit with reiner.”

“reiner…” you tried to think about the name, but nothing clicked. you then shook your head. “don’t know who that is.”

“he used to go here like… i dunno. but since highschool. he was fucking with armin over stupid shit, i really don’t know.” sasha sighed.

she sat up. “but i’m sick of them taking that shit to the court, that’s exactly why the game gets canceled, every single time.”

you analyzed armin carefully, biting your cheek and staying silent for a second. “i never seen em get mad before. armin, i mean.”

sasha scoffed. “you’ve only known him for awhile, he gets real pissy when he gets mad.” she rolled her eyes. “i’d hate to have to lecture him on his attitude again.”

you couldn’t do anything but stay silent, taking consideration for the fact that you really didn’t know armin.

as time reached the end of the game, there were two minutes left. sasha decided to leave earlier because of a home emergency. as much as you wanted to leave with her, you couldn’t help but stay.

walking out of the gym, standing against the wall on your phone, a couple more minutes passed.

you looked up to see most players walking out after changing their clothes, with their family, friends, or lovers.

‘where is he…?’ was the only thing you could think about.

“you think coach gon allow that shit on the court? you’ll be off the damn team before you finish our game.” you heard erens familiar, and annoying voice near the gym door.

looking up, you saw an irritated looking armin, who just stared back at you.

eren sniffed and nudged armins arm. “catch up witchu later.” he muttered before walking around you.

“you came.” was the first thing he said, slowly starting to walk towards the exit.

you hummed. “you asked.”

armin just stayed silent. by this time, the darkness set outdoors and the sun was barely able to be seen.

you cleared your throat as you both started to walk. “i hope youn got a ride… i planned on walking. and lord knows i can’t walk by myself.” you paused. “in the dark, that is.”

armin tossed his jersey over one shoulder and held his bag on the other. the silence set in. you figured he probably didn’t wanna talk because of what happened on the court.

he took a sip out of his water bottle and stared at the purple-ish, dark blue sky.

taking a deep breath, he exhaled and dropped his things, throwing his water bottle down, throwing his jersey down, everything.

you stopped in your tracks and looked back at him with a confused expression. “you good?”

armin stayed silent, sitting down on the sidewalk and resting his arms on his knees, letting his head hang.

you stood there, dumbfounded. truly.

because really, what was happening? and what could you possibly do? “armin.” you finally spoke, watching as he breathed calmly, softly scratching his head.

you sat beside him on the cold concrete, putting his things in his bag and zipping it up.

“i love that fuckin sport, man.” is all he muttered under his breath. but the quietness of the night helped you to be able to hear it. you’d be lying if you said you understood why he was acting like this.

you didn’t even know him long enough to know how to comfort him. but the bare minimum would be you at least trying.

you just stretched your legs and placed your hands on the concrete, staring at him before fixing your eyes to the ground.

“i mean, that shit get me away from everything.” he continued. “but i’m always fuckin up.” he drug his hands down his face with a long sigh.

“and then…” he trailed off. “i’m talkin to you outta all people about it. ‘just fuckin met you like two, three days ago.” he laughed at himself a little. you looked at him, not knowing if you should be offended or honored.

you truly wish you could comfort him, but you don’t know armin. not like sasha or any of his other friends know him.

“shits weak.” he finally looked up, clamping his hands together and resting his chin on them to look at the sky.

“ion think you messed up.” you looked at the sky along with him. “i think you just lost yo temper… and stuff. i don’t know.”

“you saw that.” armin side eyed you, shaking his head.

“i was there. who’s reiner?”

“a bitch.” armins head dropped again before he sighed and laid back on the concrete, using his bag to secure his head on. “a bitch, that’s mad about a bitch.” he paused. “i mean, a female.”

he realized you were a whole girl sitting beside him.

“geez, what happened?”

“i was with annie and reiner was with annie and what damn ever, it don’t matter.” he shook his head.

you remembered sasha telling you about annie — the type of person she was and whatnot — and truly, you didn’t know if you even wanted to meet the girl.

“so… you still like her?” you asked, pulling your knees to your chest and looking at armin with genuine curiosity.

armin frowned in confused. “who? annie?” he scoffed.

you stared, waiting for a reply.

armin, noticing, glanced at you and cleared his throat. “no.”

“why not?”

“manipulative, jealous, all the stupid shit. i think she cheated too. ‘m not gettin back wit her.” he sighed. “don’t you gotta go home? times passing.”

you checked your phone. 9:34.

biting your cheek, you slowly shook your head, contemplating on whether you wanted to leave armin by his self or stay with him.

“my parents won’t mind.” yes they would. “i’ll just go home later, whenever you do.” who knows how long that’ll take?

“i normally sit out here by myself but, shit, whatever.”

he curses way more than you last heard.

the silence washed over the both of you as you looked ahead. the only thing illuminating the night now was a streetlight you were under and the full moon.

“my bad, about yesterday.” he blurted out.

you stayed quiet, swallowing. “ion care about it.”

“no, i’m sorry, for real.” armin sat up and looked at you. “that was fucked up. ion know why ian say nothing sooner. to them.”

you heard some truth in his voice, but just nodded.

“it’s really whatever, armin.”

“no it’s not.”

you looked at him with a slight, frustrated frown. “you think i wanna talk about that right now? i just won’t be around them.” you said. “plus, arent we talkin bout you right now?”

armin pursed his lips and stood up.

“right.”

he grabbed his bag and put it across his shoulder. you stayed on the concrete.

“you gon sit there?”

“you’re already going home?” you look up at him.

armin stares down at you and blinks, tilting his head and shifting his weight to one hip. “i’m only just meeting you and you already actin stubborn.” he rests his eyes at you.

you groaned and stood up. “home aint exactly for me.”

you both started to walk again. “which means?”

checking the time on your phone again, 9:50. time was flying.

“it means i’d rather be anywhere but there.” you licked your lips, thinking about the things your mother would say when you walked in the house.

armin slowly nodded. “i feel ya.” his eyes rested on the concrete again. “i’m like that too. some shits just better… away from home.”

you bit your top lip. “you don’t understand, armin.” you shook your head. “but thanks for walking me.”

you stopped in your tracks as you stood in front of your house.

armin looked at your house, then you. “right. my bad. see you tomorrow.”

you started up your driveway, giving him a thumbs up.

“you too.”

[dedfly]

Hii! I was wondering if I could request headcanons for Shadow milk cookie x reader? Just about how he would act when he realizes he loves you and how his actions and stuff changes when he starts to have a crush on you? <3

I can't believe i writing again. Requests are still closed(only writing related ones i still prefer drawing stuff.), I just couldn't help myself with this one. New trailer made me all nostalgic

Disclaimer:

This is about Shadow Milk, if we talking real people here rember if someone loves you they would not play mind games. They are not cookies of deciet, it's not their quirky trait. Your partner or friend should be clear with you from the start

Remember there always would be people who loves you. And you always deserve better

Cw: Mentiones of gaslighting

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Shadow Milk cookie x reader

♪ Can't say it would be long realisation. Maybe few days not the love from first sight but not the slow burn you know?

♪ But it surely would be "Oh yeah... This one" with creepy ass smile

♪ Alright, let's go and look past his thick hair right into his messed up head.

♪ We still would see the same pragmatic cookie just this time all his schemes about making...no, actually

♪ He would not try and get out of his way to make you fall in love with him.

♪ Why would he? It's inevitable.

♪ All his "little" courtship focused on one simple thing - leaving an impression

♪ You will rember him and what's is most important

♪ All your little partners didn't bring you as much effort as he did

♪ And by efforts I mean focusing all his attention on you

♪ Making you speak more than he usually let anyone

♪ Doing his sweet voice while he speaking to you

♪ Gifting you flowers some flashy gifts with ribbons, but nothing too resembling of him...yet

♪ But I don't think he would change drastically it's still him. He would be lying and deciving feeding you with half truths just like everyone

♪ It's in his nature, really

♪ His flirting is fleeting with you. Blink and you miss it

♪You can say but he's a total flirt with Wind Archer and Pure Vanilla why not me?

♪ Well it's me who writing this okay? I think he just being annoying to them on purpose. It's not actual flirt he would use in a serious courtship

♪ Just kidding, he would act differently just to look how far your boundaries stretches

♪ I mean he's also a performer which is making it way worse

♪ He so dramatic and his courtship, he's too reminiscent of a bird

♪ You will notice his act in no time. His attitude to you would be special that's for sure

♪ You might think uh aren't you just contradict yourself? No why would I? :)

♪ His actions still making you doubt his intentions

♪ WORSE of all he would not be reassuring in a traditional way so it not helping. He's still vague about his true intentions

♪ Not in a tsundere way more like a "Me? Flirting with you? Hm... How odd. You sure my gesture of gratitude isn't messing with your head?" "What? Do YOU want it to be something more?" And more of the "Are you sure? I don't recall that"

♪ Oh yeah and it's all in a lovey dovey period... Don't think he would be the one confessing first.

♪ His attitude would draw you insane that's for sure

"Ah? Asking me out on a date??? Hm... Tsk tsk tsk. Took you long enough."

♪ His mask would quickly fall off as soon as you get in a relationship tho.

♪ You will choke on his love in the best way possible

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Okay I'm not surprised thr only cookie who made me want to sit down and write this there Shadow Milk

[leo-interactive-fiction]

If it's not a bother, could I ask the reaction of the RO if the MC, who was a terrible cook, try to cook them something.

Thank you

Haha, let's see....

E: Their smile looks almost fixed in place as they use their fork to pick through the charred, ashen remains of the dish. Still, they do their best to take several bites, keeping that same well-meaning smile in place.

"Hey, you're getting better at using an oven!"

You cross your arms, "I didn't use an oven though?"

"O-Oh, w-well, that's not a bad thing..."

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R: They don't let the trial before them dissuade their natural assured expression. After all, years of practicing the slight of hand necessary to slip away cards unnoticed has prepared them for this life-saving moment as they pretend to eat, upturning their fork at the last moment to allow the burnt piece to fall into their sleeve.

"You've really outdone yourself, truly. Keep it up, and I may end up having to hire you on as a personal chef," R slips away, tossing all of the collected bits of food into the trash without you noticing.

"Sometimes a little white lie is a necessary evil..." they murmur to themselves.

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L: They glance down at the plate of "food" tentatively, "W-Well, perhaps a small bite? I am not particularly peckish at the moment..." They claim a delicate morsel, giving it a try. The color in their face seems to gradually fade as they continue to chew and chew, unable to fully pick it apart.

"I-It might be... a little too tough?" They say apologetically as they cover their mouth with a hand.

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V: They glance down at the plate for a moment before beginning to eat. Their grip on the fork is almost barbaric, holding it in a closed fist and stabbing down at the food as if executing the meal.

As you watch them wolf down the meal, you tap your fingers together, "How is it?"

"Crunchy..." They murmur with a mouthful of food, the lack of decorum lost on them as they continue, "I like it..."

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P: "Not again," They sigh as you set the plate in front of them, "What did I tell you about going into the kitchen?"

"H-Hey, I've gotten better! I think!"

They pick apart your dish, their nose scrunching slightly, "How is this raw and burnt at the same time...?"

"I tried my best!" You return defensively, "I poured my heart and soul into it..."

"Good to know you're that dedicated to poisoning me..." They shake their head and return the plate to you, "I guess it really can't be helped... If you're going to keep trying to put food in front of people, I may as well teach you something. It'll look bad on all of us if you start killing people with your shit cooking..."

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M: They glance down at the plate full of partially edible food for a moment before slowly lacing their fingers together. "I'm on.... a diet..."

You blink in surprise, "Oh, you never said anything about that..."

"I... just started... right now..." M claps their hands in finalization as they get up from the chair, "After all... it wouldn't do... if I couldn't... show off to you..."

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K: They look ecstatic as they rush through the dinner you've prepared, scarfing it down as if someone else may come along and steal it at any moment.

You peer over at them expectantly, "How is it...?"

"Horrible!" They say delightedly, chuckling with a soft smile, "But... even if you gave me the world's most lethal poison, I would still gladly eat it. Knowing that you made it for me is all I need... Plus, this isn't as bad as some of the leftovers I've found in dumpsters!"

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S: They glance around as they're presented with the smoking pile of charred coal. Thinking fast, they wave their hands around uncertainly before pointing behind you, "Ah, what in the hell is that?!"

As you glance behind yourself, S takes the plate and flings it like a frisbee across the room. The sound of shattering porcelain brings your attention back.

"What was that?!"

S gives their best attempt at confused nonchalance, "Eh... I think there's a draft... yeah..."

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F: The royal wears a disconcerted expression, as if you had just handed them a bowl of dog food. They don't even deign touch the plate, using their fork to push the dish back towards you, "Perhaps... it would behoove you to perform a taste test."

You look slightly disappointed, "But... I made it for you."

"Oh, I insist... As a matter of fact, you should be rewarded for your efforts. The first serving is yours, and I would not have you leave until you finish all of it."

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Thank you for the ask! It was fun to write out haha. Work has kept me a bit busy as I've gotten a promotion, but means I have to work 12 hour shifts that tend to bleed into overtime haha

[whumpalicious]

I can always rely on you enabling me Bre. But yes!!! Definitely!!

You have this juicy cocktail of unnoticed injuries, left to fester and grow worse with every action and every hour that passes, and shocked bystanders/caretakers who might or might not lecture the whumpee when it IS discovered.

So why not add... Angst. Emotional whump. Trust issues.

Just, you know, as cherry on top. There's 3 juicy parts of this.

Why whumpee, why. We can get into why does the whumpee actively hide this. Like mentioned, did they simply not want to bother others? Do they think they need to act tougher than they are, that they have brought the team/the caretaker enough troubles already? What if they're new in the team and want to prove themselves. What if they're being protective and need to act tough for someone else Maybe they're in a hurry and know they'll be forced to slow down in their quest if people figure this out. It was just a small mistake anyway, right? Could be that they're very logical about it. It's not worth it to spend time resting, so it's better if they just pretend it doesn't exist. Or even, do they think that they deserve this pain? Maybe they think so lowly of themselves that they see this as punishment. Clearly they don't see themselves worthy of proper treatment and care. Maybe they're ashamed even, to get into this situation. In all cases it boils down to; who thought them that it is better to not let others know? What experience thought them, that it is better to solve this one on their own? Because no one actively lies about being injured if there is not a very good reason behind it, and the reason can be just as whumpy as the wound itself.

Hiding in plain sight The angst of hiding it!! Actively making sure no one notices. Going about their day, trying not to cringe. Trying to control their breathing, their gasps, their stance and walk to not let anyone notice. Will they notice anyway? Will they lie? Change topic? Do they notice the lingering gazes of their friends, or do they pretend not to. Showering takes 3 times as long, and the way they quickly change clothes is suspicous. Where do these blood stained tissues come from anyway? How long will you be able to keep up this charade, whumpee? When does the mental and physical pain of this become too much to bear? Does the guilt of lying to your friends ever overshadow your feelings about getting injured? But you can't give in now, can you, after all this time. They can't found out you have been lying to them. And then suddenly all the efforts to hide it don't matter anymore, because they've been found out. Something gave it away. They collapsed, couldn't stifle a gasp anymore, or blood soaked through bandages and clothing. Wait, is this relief that they feel? Even the tiniest bit? Did they actually want someone to notice? No way, whumpee, you can't actually be that selfish/impractical/weak. Right? But maybe all they feel is guilt, shame and fear.

Enter the caretaker And then, we can get into why the caretaker thinks the whumpee did this. Do they know of the whumpee's troubled past? Do they feel a sting of hurt, thinking that after all this time the whumpee still doesn't trust them? Or are they afraid that the whumpee thinks them inapt and unable to provide help? Or, maybe worse of all, does the whumpee think they just don't care? Of course, all of these feelings need to come out somehow. Questions or demands, formed in worry, hurt or anger. They get a glimse into the whumpee's past that they keep so well hidden. Or a hint of the trouble that they got themselves in now. Maybe they can get the whumpee to finally open up a bit, and maybe the caretaker too shows their true colours and can't hide that they care anymore. And que the angst of the caretaker looking in hindsight at all the signs they missed. It was obvious from the start, wasn't it? They should've known. The whumpee should've told. The wound is infected and their fever is high. The whumpee really should've told.

[celestiamour]

hi again i rlly liked ur headcanons for choi su-bong x shy fem reader and i was wondering if u could pls write headcanons of him x foreigner fem reader? ty and have a good day 🫶

ft. choi su-bong x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧foreign! reader┊0.5k words

contains: headcanons!! reader’s native country is unspecified but she speaks her native language and english while studying korean! 

➤ author's note: alright, this is the last for the short specific reader headcanons, the next thanos fic will be an actual one-shot <3 

╰₊✧ notices you immediately both because you’re a cute girl and because you stand out in a crowd like he does. korea has a very homogeneous population, so people tend to take notice of you quickly. he probably greets you with a casual “what’s up” and decides right then and there that you’re going to be friends or maybe something more, you don’t really have a choice in the matter because people who stick out like you should stick together! he doesn’t mind if you’re shy because of your broken korean, he’s a master of language and wordplay and will gladly help you out!

╰₊✧ because he’s teaching you stuff he already knows and isn’t learning anything, he’s actually a lot of fun to study with. he always finds a way to make it fun and easy to remember with high-fives each time you get a question right. i feel like he was an awful student who went through a lot of tutors (only during exam season when he needed to get his grades up to pass the class though), so he knows all the best tips and tricks that worked on him when he was younger. 

╰₊✧ is probably one of those guys who asks what the swear words are and what cultural insults there are. he wants to use them other people so that he can get away with saying shit to their faces without getting caught, something that he already does in english but would like to know more

╰₊✧ even if you may not fit traditional korean beauty standards, he thinks you’re so hot. might use the term “exotic” because he doesn’t know better, but he won’t use it again once you tell him that it’s objectifying. 

╰₊✧ once you two start dating, he will seriously want to learn your native language. i can see him as someone who appreciates linguistics and admires multilingual people, loving to listen to music of all genres around the world and having a pretty diverse set of favorite artists. he might pout and bitch that it’s too difficult at first, but he’s surprisingly smart when he wants to be and will be conversationally fluent in about a year (it would be shorter if he was more consistent in his studies but alas).

╰₊✧ really looks forward to visiting your home country! he’ll try his best to be as respectful as his obnoxious ass can be, although i see him being accidentally offensive a few times because he can be a bit ignorant. loves to meet fans there and would probably go out of his way to make at least one appearance there if he ever had a worldwide concert tour no matter how off-course it may be. 

╰₊✧ when it comes to meeting your family, he puts all of his knowledge to the test to win their approval (god knows he needs all the help he can get when he looks the way he does, especially if you have a conservative family). however, he doesn’t really care if they don’t approve of him as he finds it to be more of a bonus than a requirement. 

╰₊✧ 100% wants to come back during your honeymoon, maybe even have a second wedding to adhere to your traditions if you so desire it. don’t worry about finances, he’s got it all covered!

[soopcak3]

part 2 to “I’m surprised you remembered” 🩷

That’s your name?

Nam-gyu x reader/fluff☁️

Summary: before the 3rd game, Nam-gyu approaches Y/N and things start to become friendly

Warnings: slow burn(IM SORRY)

After that night, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the little things about Nam-gyu. Some might call it obsession but she’d call it observation. How he’s always so touchy when he talks to people, how he might even be crueler than he lets on to her. All these things were in her head when talking to him.

What she didn’t expect, was for him to approach her before the 3rd game. “Hey.” Y/N flinched, “oh! Hi hehe..” Nam-gyu was obviously amused by her reaction, but didn’t say anything about it.

“I talked to the big guy Thanos and.. he wants you to join our team for the next game too. You cool with that?” She blinked, surprised that was what he had to say, “oh.. sure! Yea that’d be good.” Y/N smiled.

Nam-gyu nodded and went to turn away but he stopped himself, “..and your name?”

“Y/N.” She smiled. He nodded, more to himself than to her before starting to walk away. Nam-gyu paused as he realized she wasn’t walking with him, “you coming.. Y/N?” He asked, hesitating to say her name.

“O-oh! Yea.. sorry.” She followed after him.

(Time jump until after the 3rd game)

Y/N walked back into the giant room where they slept, feeling so distraught. She’d seem player 095 die. Not that they were close but.. the fact that she was the one who cried during the voting stuck with her.

“You okay? Y/N..?” A voice asked, the person placing a hand on her shoulder. Y/N turned to see Nam-gyu. “Yea… just— every game it feels like we’re all becoming less and less human to them. It’s so… disgusting.” She shuddered. Nam-gyu nodded, “I know you’re probably not into that kinda thing but..” he placed a pill into her hand, closing her hand into a fist, “I took this from the big guy, in case you need it.”

He patted her shoulder before walking off. Y/N opened her hand and looked at the blue pill, she knew he wasn’t pressuring her to take it but.. she felt she should as he went through the trouble to get it for her. She shrugged and put it into her mouth before chewing and swallowing.

I decided that this will be a series so there will def be a part 3 so dw, ALSO SO SORRY FOR A CLIFF HANGER BUT OMG I HAD TO 😋

[nelle-y]

pt2 to the diluc voice line story PLEASE!! I LOVED IT SOOO MUCH

A love story told through voicelines (II)

C/W: slow-burn, Diluc x gn!reader, reader works at the flower shop in Mondstadt, a few Wicked and Epic: the musical references (let’s see if you can catch them <; ), fluff, angst slight comfort

Note: I’m so glad a lot of you guys liked part 1! Let’s hope I don’t disappoint with this one, ‘cuz I got 2 more parts planned for this.

(You) About Diluc: New impressions

I think I’m starting to understand him better now. Beneath that stoic exterior, he’s just someone doing his best to protect the world he cares about. It’s kind of sad, though… how so many people overlook that. He deserves more credit than he gives himself. I wonder how he manages to carry all that weight on his shoulders alone.

(Diluc) About you: New impressions

I’d be lying if I said they didn’t bring a little light to my days. Ahem—they’re a dependable friend, of course. Their boldness and genuity are rare qualities, and somehow, they always seem to find the right words. It’s reassuring to have someone like that around. I wonder if I should make their favorite drink in case they come by today…

(You) About Diluc: A growing bond

He can be funny at times, but I don’t think he knows it. Like, he once told me he doesn’t like wine, so I pointed out that he owns a winery, and he just looked at me, dead serious, and said, “Is the hunter expected to eat raw meat?” Hahaha! The way he said it was so deadpan, I couldn’t stop laughing!

The more time I spend with him, the more I notice the little things—the way he always makes an effort to listen, even though he doesn’t know what to say; or how, when he opens up, his perspective is always so mature, so layered. I noticed that every time I come to the tavern now, my favorite drink is always prepared beforehand, even when Charles is behind the bar. He may not say it out loud, but I can tell he cares.

(Diluc) About you: A growing bond

Beneath their lightheartedness, there’s a quiet strength, a sincerity that’s rare to come across. I never expected to find myself looking forward to our conversations. It’s almost as if I’ve started depending on those moments. I’ve been manning the bar more frequently, secretly hoping they’d stop by—even for a short while. How did this happen?

(You) About Diluc: What is this feeling?

I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I’ve been thinking about him wayyyy too often—more than I should. It’s like my day revolves around him now. I wake up wondering if he’ll pass by the flower shop again. When I’m at work, I catch myself picking out flowers I think he’d like, just in case I see him. And don’t even get me started on lunch breaks—I’ve been stopping by the tavern more than I’d like to admit.

And the worst part? I’m starting to wonder if I’m imagining things. He’s so… reserved. It’s hard to tell if he even enjoys spending time with me or if he’s just being polite. What if I’m reading too much into it? What if this is all one-sided, and I’m just setting myself up for disappointment?

It’s frustrating—why can’t I just stop thinking about him?! He’s so serious, so closed-off, but every once in a while, I see these small moments where he softens, where he lets his guard down just a little… and I can’t help but be drawn in. Ugh, what am I doing? Falling for him? No, that’s ridiculous. We’re just… friends.

I don’t even understand why he’s so guarded in the first place. I mean, it’s not like he has anything to hide… right?

(Diluc) About you: What is this feeling?

I can’t focus on my work lately. I keep hearing their voice in the back of my mind, or catching myself wondering if they’ll stop by the tavern for lunch. When I think about them, my head starts reeling, and my pulse rushes. It’s strange. I’ve been this way for days now. Adelinde has noticed, and it’s been difficult to hide. I thought it would go away—this feeling of unease when they’re not around. But it’s not fading. The more I think about them, the more it becomes impossible to ignore.

It’s starting to affect me. I’ve always prided myself on keeping control, but now, I’m beginning to feel like I’m losing it. This attraction… it’s dangerous. What if I can’t protect them the way I want to? What if my responsibilities get in the way? Maybe I should keep a distance now. I don’t know how to reconcile what I feel with my duty as the Darknight Hero—ah, another reason to stay wary. But the thought of pushing them away… I don’t want to.

(You) About Diluc: Worries

Is it just me or does that man have too much on his plate? For the past few days, I noticed how distracted he was during our conversations. It’s like there’s always something on his mind, something that adds to the weight on his shoulders. He’s speaking a lot less now, as well, much like when we first met… always keeping his answers short. His eyes look tired, his frame is getting lighter… and if you look closer, you’ll see his rare smile is torn. I’ve tried asking if he’s okay, but he brushes it off with that calm, distant demeanor of his, then suddenly dismissing himself because ‘something came up.’ No, I don’t have time to think about how I feel, right now. Something’s up.

I guess I worry about him a lot. What if things aren’t going well at the winery? What if he doesn’t come back to wherever he’s running off to? What could he be keeping inside that makes him act like this? Hm, it could be just all in my head, but… whatever it is, I hope he knows he doesn’t have to face it alone. Even if he thinks he does.

(Diluc) About you: Worries

Why? Has something happened to them?—Ah… apologies. I’ve been on edge these past few days. It’s difficult to explain, but I can’t seem to shake this instinct to protect them. I’ve been watching the crowds more carefully, scanning for any sign of danger, and keeping an ear out for anything that might threaten their safety.

I fear they’ve noticed how distracted I’ve been during our conversations. I tried to keep my distance, to ensure they’re not caught up in anything dangerous because of me, but it’s… not easy. The more I try to step back, the more I find myself thinking about them. Have they noticed the change in my demeanor? Do they suspect the reason behind it?

I only hope they understand that my distance isn’t because of them… but because of the risks that follow me. If anything were to happen to them because of me… I don’t think I could forgive myself. Yet, even knowing this, I still feel drawn to them. It’s a dangerous contradiction.

(You) About Diluc: Distance

I’m starting to realize that Diluc might be more closed off than I thought. Every time I try to reach him, it feels like I hit a wall. Why does he keep pushing me away? Doesn’t he see that I just want to help?

Every time he dismisses me with that calm mask of his, I can’t help but feel like I’m losing him. Maybe I should give him space, maybe he needs it, but I just don’t want him to shut me out forever. I don’t know how much longer I can watch him bear the weight of his responsibilities alone.

If words won’t reach him, then maybe I’ll try something else… something to remind him he doesn’t have to do this by himself.

(Diluc) About you: Distance

There’s a part of me that wants to tell them everything—about my past, my duties, the dangers that follow me. But I can’t. Not yet. If they knew, would they still look at me the same? Would they still want to be near me? I’ve been keeping my distance for their sake, but the more I avoid them, the more I feel the ache of their absence. *sigh* I don’t deserve to rely on them this way.

(You) About Diluc: Flowers

Since asking him directly isn’t getting me anywhere, I decided to try a different approach to maybe let him open up. I heard Small Lamp Grass flowers were his favorite, so I decided to get some and leave them in the tavern for him. I even left a note, hehe. Considering what’s going on between us, though… do you think he would appreciate it?

(Diluc) About you: Flowers

“For when nights are long, and the weight feels heavy—may these remind you that you’re not alone.” That was their note, marked with a little heart at the end. I thought it was a mistake, at first—that the flowers were for someone else. But as I recognized their handwriting… something in me softened.

Honestly, it’s silly. Such a simple gesture, yet I find myself reading their note over and over again. I placed them in my office. Their glow brings a warmth in the room, and whenever I look at them, I’m reminded of their smile. Hah… Everyday, it gets harder to draw myself away from them. Maybe I can allow myself this one sliver of respite. Just this once.

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[diceroll65]

deep end - b.e

billie eilish x fem! reader

*inspired by a scene in amazon prime video's 'maxton hall'*

a/n: i know i used a pic of billie w/ blonde hair, but picture her with her long dark brown hair! also this is my first billie oneshot, i hope u like it :D

warnings: angst? fluff (billie helping you calm down & taking care of you), mention of intoxication (alcohol), falling into water, hydrophobia

*also this occurs during the night time*

billie was invited to a summer party, and was given a plus one so she decides to bring you. you didn't really know how to swim, which you kept in the back of your mind, but didn't want to let that ruin the fun. you told yourself that you would just try to stay away from the pool.

as soon as you arrive, you notice how packed the scene was. there are people in the front yard, shotgunning beers and playing corn hole. you and billie step out of her car, where people immediately crowd to greet billie. you stand off to the side, letting them talk to her. after they begin to leave, she looks back at you. she looks down at your hand while grabbing it, beginning to walk towards the backyard. as soon as the pool comes into sight, there are people surrounding every corner talking, laughing drinking. you decide to get yourself a drink to calm your nerves, and billie follows right behind you. "billie!", "oh my god billie showed up!", "hey there, stranger!" is heard when billie steps into the party. you stand right beside her with your drink in hand, as her hand is resting on your waist. you begin to loosen up, just in time for billie to say she wants to get in the pool.

you just decide to go sit with her, sitting on the outside of the pool. she jumps into the deep end, where she begins swimming like a fish. she would dive under to touch the ground, and come right back up. when she comes up, she is laughing and flashes you a smile. she then flips her hair back, and every drop that her hair is holding splashes onto you. you laugh, and wipe your face "um excuse you" you say, your nose crinkling at the smell of chlorine. your feet are laying alongside the pool, dipping into the water. billie comes up to grab your legs and swivels them around, but is mindful of not pulling too hard where you would fall in the water. you feel constant shuffling behind you, which causes you to get nervous. people were so drunk that they weren't paying attention to what was in front of them.

all of a sudden, you feel a cold sensation going down your back, as someone accidentally spills their drink on you. "oh god- sorry" said a girl who is clearly intoxicated. you instantly stand up making sure to do so carefully. you reach down the back of your shirt and it is absolutely soaked. before you have time to grasp what just happened, you feel a small force and now feel coldness all around you. you have been pushed into the pool and instantly start freaking out. not only were you now in the pool, but you were in the deep end, which was about ten feet. you plunge to the bottom, and look up to see a silhouette getting closer to you. it took about fifteen seconds and suddenly you feel a tug on your arm. you are being pulled up by someone, and notice the dark brown hair as soon as you hit the third foot mark coming back up. billie brought you back up to the surface, holding you bridal style. you begin to hyperventilate, as you were trying to steady your breathing. your throat burns from all the water you've inhaled. billie notices how disoriented you are, and instantly begins to comfort you. "hey, hey look at me. look at me" she says grabbing the back of your head. "you're safe now, it's okay, baby" she says shushing you to help regulate your breathing. she begins to swim towards the shallow end, rubbing your back to warm you back up. she brings her forehead to yours, looking into your eyes "i got you, you're okay, i'm so sorry this happened" she says looking at how scared you are. you grip onto her extra tightly, hiding your face into her neck due to the embarrassment of the situation. upon stepping completely out of the pool, billie begins to feel angry at whoever did this to you. she walks out with an Irish exit, lips pursing as she focuses on getting you home dry and safe.

when you get to the car, she takes one hand off your back to gently open the passenger door. she softly sits you down, as she runs around to the other side. she gets in the car, quickly looking to see if she can find something for you to put over your wet clothes to keep you warm. she finds a light jacket and takes it, draping it over your soaking chest. as she does this, she takes her hand and holds the back of your head. "i know" she says softly with sad eyes "i am so sorry baby" she takes away her hand and starts the car. she then turns on the heat on your side. her right hand grips your thigh as she traces little circles. she feels your hands begin to tremble, and quickly covers them with hers. it almost took no time pulling up to billie's place, where she instantly gets out and runs to your side. she picks you up out of the passenger seat, walking you up the driveway. she then removes her hand to unlock and twist the doorknob. she kicks the door open softly with her foot. she kicks it back to close and begins to head towards her bedroom. she takes you to the bathroom, where she places you slowly against the sink. she delicately but swiftly removes your wet clothing. she goes in her room to grab a sweatsuit, slipping the sweatshirt over your head. she takes the sweatpants and lays them on the floor, waiting for you to step in. as you do, she pulls the sweatpants up to your hips. as she's done dressing you, she takes your wet hair wiping it out of your face.

"i'm sorry i made such a scene" you saying looking down and covering you face, embarrassed. billie pulls your hands off your face "you have absolutely nothing to apologize for, y/n" she says assuringly. "it was a scary situation, and you weren't expecting it. it's also one of your biggest fears, and you had every right to be scared. there is no right way to react to that" she says, rubbing up and down your arms. "let's get your hair dried, and we can stay in for the night. are you hungry? we can order in, whatever you want" she says smiling, while reaching up to stroke your cheek. "thank you" you say softly, as she takes you back into the bathroom, searching for the hair dryer.

the rest of the night you spend in billie's arms, with a now full stomach and calmed nerves.

[satsugacafe]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: love your blog! youre quickly becoming one of my fav bleach writers on tumblr. can I request some headcanons for gin aizen and byakuya with a reader who likes to cross dress (f->m type cross dressing)? thank you! (also how many characters are you comfortable with writing for one prompt? I dont wanna overwork you 😖)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Ichimaru Gin, Aizen Sosuke, Kuchiki Byakuya

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I hope I nailed Gin’s character alright. Thanks for the request. Enjoy! As for your question, up to six characters, I’m good with writing for a single post.

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: When you (female reader) enjoy crossdressing as a male.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Ichimaru Gin

◈ Gin immediately noticed when you started cross-dressing. He didn’t say anything at first, just raised a brow with that ever-present fox-like grin and let you wonder what he was thinking.

◈ “Well, aren’t you a clever one,” he said one day as you walked into the room in a perfectly tailored Shihakusho. “Almost had me fooled for a second…almost.”

◈ He found it endlessly entertaining how you managed to baffle others, especially when they mistook you for a new male recruit. He often went out of his way to play along, just to see how far the deception would go.

◈ “Oh, this is my younger brother,” he’d casually introduce you, earning sceptical looks from everyone. “We’ve got the same charming smile, don’t we?”

◈ Gin helped you refine your disguise, pointing out areas to improve your mannerisms. “Your walk’s a bit off,” he said once, mimicking an exaggerated swagger. “Men tend to stomp around like they own the place, not glide like ghosts.”

◈ Despite his teasing, he respected how confidently you owned your choice. “Takes guts, you know,” he once remarked with an approving tilt of his head. “Not everyone could pull this off without looking like a clown.”

◈ Occasionally, he’d get competitive, dressing up himself to match your vibe. “Let’s see who pulls it off better, shall we? Or do you think I’d rock a skirt?” he’d challenge, though his version of cross-dressing often leaned into absurdity for comedic effect.

◈ If anyone dared mock you, Gin’s playful demeanour would vanish instantly. “Funny how brave people get with their tongues,” he’d say, his smile sharp enough to cut steel. “Let’s hope they don’t lose it entirely.”

◈ He couldn’t resist joining in when someone realised their mistake. “Oh, you thought she—? Nah, nah, mate, I’d rethink that sentence if I were you.”

◈ He was particularly fond of moments when you managed to catch him off guard. Once, you slipped into his captain’s haori and imitated him during a meeting, complete with his accent and mannerisms. Gin’s laughter echoed through the halls for hours.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Aizen Sosuke

◈ Aizen noticed your cross-dressing immediately but chose not to comment until you brought it up yourself. His sharp eye for detail missed nothing, but he enjoyed observing how others reacted to you first.

◈ “I must admit, you’re quite convincing,” he remarked one evening as you adjusted your sash in the mirror. “If I didn’t know you better, even I might be deceived.”

◈ He often praised your dedication to the craft, admiring how much effort you put into perfecting the illusion. “It’s an art form, really,” he’d say, brushing an imaginary speck of dust off your jacket. “You’ve mastered it well.”

◈ Aizen subtly helped you elevate your disguise, gifting you pieces of clothing or accessories that enhanced your appearance. “A proper gentleman always displays confidence,” he commented, adjusting your posture and correcting your speech.

◈ He found it amusing how flustered some of his subordinates became when they mistook you for a man. “It seems you’ve caused quite a stir,” he’d note with a faint smile. “Shall I clarify matters, or would you prefer to leave them guessing?”

◈ His calm and composed nature contrasted with how chaotic things became whenever your disguise worked too well. Once, he let you pose as a visiting noble, watching with quiet amusement as people scrambled to impress you.

◈ When someone eventually realised the truth, Aizen simply tilted his head. “Is it so surprising?” he’d ask, his tone mild but edged with a challenge. “Appearances are often deceiving, are they not?”

◈ He wasn’t above using your cross-dressing to further his plans. “Your ability to adapt is invaluable,” he remarked after one successful mission. “Few possess such versatility.”

◈ Occasionally, he indulged in a bit of dry humour about your attire. “Perhaps I should start dressing like you,” he mused one day, his lips curving into a subtle smirk. “Wouldn’t that be a sight?”

◈ Despite his enigmatic personality, Aizen made it clear he admired your individuality. “In a world full of masks, yours is particularly intriguing,” he said once, his voice tinged with genuine admiration.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Kuchiki Byakuya

◈ Byakuya took a moment to process your decision to cross-dress. His initial reaction was a subtle raise of an eyebrow and a measured, “I see.”

◈ At first, he wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it, but he respected your choice without question. “As long as it brings you honour and dignity,” he stated plainly, adjusting his scarf.

◈ He soon realised how skilled you were at pulling off the disguise, often overhearing his subordinates wondering about the “new recruit.” His only response was a slight twitch of his lips.

◈ “Your commitment to detail is…admirable,” he remarked one day, watching you adjust your outfit with precision. “It reflects a certain discipline.”

◈ Byakuya occasionally slipped into a protective role, ensuring no one dared disrespect you. “Those who cannot see beyond appearances are unworthy of their titles,” he declared when someone muttered something unkind under their breath.

◈ He grew to appreciate the versatility your cross-dressing offered. During missions, your ability to blend in as a male Shinigami often proved advantageous, much to his silent approval.

◈ Byakuya’s dry sense of humour occasionally surfaced in unexpected ways. “If you are to wear male attire, perhaps you should also adopt their posture,” he said, nodding towards your more graceful stance.

◈ You once borrowed one of his hairpins to complete your look, and while he didn’t outwardly comment, you noticed he never asked for it back. “It suits you,” he eventually admitted, his voice quiet.

◈ During a formal event, he introduced you without hesitation. “This is my companion,” he said, his tone as neutral as ever. The shocked expressions that followed were met with his usual unbothered demeanour.

◈ Despite his reserved nature, Byakuya occasionally let his admiration slip. “Few could carry themselves as well as you do,” he said once, his gaze steady. “Your confidence is…noteworthy.”

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