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[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Genshin Guys as Boyfriends: Part 2 (Tartaglia, Kinich, Neuvillette)

It's been so long since I did ones for Kaeya, Xiao, and Thoma. Even though they were only reposted at the beginning of November, it's been ages since I wrote them

CW: None (seriously just fluff)

Tartaglia x gn!reader; Kinich x gn!reader; Neuvillette x gn!reader;

REQUESTS and ASKS are OPEN

Tartaglia

Same thing I said for Kaeya goes for Tartaglia in this one. He definitely has a teasing streak, but he'd be a really, really solid boyfriend

I mean, look how he treats his family. Dating him puts you pretty far up the list of people he values most

Nah, Tartaglia spoils the shit out of you. Fancy dates, gifts (he doesn't hesitate to use fatui funds to get you souvenirs during his missions), the works. He's away so much that he doesn't want you to forget that he really does love you

And when he's around you, expect him to be pretty clingy. He's always holding your hands or wrapping his arm around your waist, or just laying in bed spooning.

He won't say as much, but your presence is grounds him. After spending all his time fighting and threatening people, your company reminds him of what it's like to be a normal human

Kinich

Honestly, I think Kinich has a really hard time dating you at first

this kind of close relationship isn't something he's ever known, especially when you start telling him that shit you do doesn't have a price tag

it's a point of conflict, but he does start to get used to it, start to trust that his company is enough for you

That being said he's always trying to do stuff for you. Definitely an acts of service kinda guy. To the point you start to wonder if you owe him. it's at that point he realizes what you've been trying to tell him, that a relationship, by nature is one of give and take and shit like "prices" don't really factor in

after that things are much smoother

I think his favorite activities with you are stuff that doesn't involve a lot of other people. Cuddling a bit maybe, wandering around in the wilderness, I think he loves showing you all the little stuff he's learned over the years. Rather than going to fancy dinners he'd rather stay at home and cook with you

He's never very verbal about his affection, but one day he just comes up behind you and wraps you in a hug and you just feel really, really lucky because that kind of affection isn't natural to him

Also, Ajaw learns really quickly that being mean to you is a one way trip to time out

Neuvillette

Calm, stable, loving Neuvie. I love him so much

I think of the three, Neuvie is the most stable. Tartaglia is a battle-hungry maniac (and I love him for it) and Kinich is traumatized to no end. Neuvillette is just a workaholic

But even if he's a workaholic, I don't see him saying no if you want to sit and read on a couch while he does paperwork

He'd be so affectionate. Kisses to the backs of your knuckles, soft touches to your hair

In public he's not a fan of excessive PDA, though he will hold your hand, but in private he's really, really touchy. Loves to lay his head on your lap (of have you lay your head in his, he doesn't really care). Tons of cuddling and just sweet little touches

Also, hair brushing. I think in his case that's a whole ass love language. You could spend hours brushing his hair, gently combing out every tangle. And then he does the same for you, or if you don't have much hair, he still spends a lot of time with his fingers in it.

I guess, a good way to put it is Neuvie is all about that quiet, soft intimacy

He's not possessive at all and always encouraging (of everything except crime, he'd rather not see you in the defendant's box) and just ooooooo. He's just the perfect boyfriend

[justauthoring]

GENSHIN IMPACT - WHO DID THIS TO YOU?

includes: kaveh, diluc, alhaitham & childe all x fem!reader

a/n: i couldn't decide who to write for between these four so i did all of them :)

warnings: asshole boss in kaveh's, asshole stairs in dilucs, (not a) asshole cat in alhaithams and assholes (plural) in childes :) also not spell checked!

Kaveh:

You try to sneak in without being noticed, but it seems the fates are against you.

The door squeaks loudly the second you push it shut, a grimace falling on your face as you let out a soft curse. There's instantly a distinct sound of footsteps heading your way, so you give up trying to be quiet and let the door slam shut behind you.

Not without childishly sticking your tongue out at the inanimate object though.

"Darling?" Kaveh's voice carries through the house, soft and light with that twinge of warmth that's always there when kaveh is speaking to you. "Are you home?"

You brace yourself mentally for what's about to happen, back turned towards kaveh as he reaches the entrance.

You can feel his eyes on you and his growing presence as he steps towards you, still oblivious to anyhting wrong as his hand falls on your shoulder.

"Y/N? Is everything okay—"

With a gentle tug, he turns you to face him. not one to ever be able to deny kaveh of anything, you easily let him maneuver you, meeting his eyes apprehensively as you try to attempt to smile up at him.

His face instantly falls. "What's wrong?" He rushes, hands reaching for your cheeks where he cups them, gently, brushing the stray tears from your eyes as he takes in your puffy, red eyes and paled complexion.

You wrap your hands around his wrists; "nothing, Kaveh," you assure gently, finally finding your voice. It's still hoarse from the crying you'd been doing before, cracking at the end which mentally makes you wince. "Just a rough day."

"Did something happen?" He rushes to ask, shaking his head. "Did someone do something to you?"

You swore to yourself you wouldn't tell Kaveh – it wasn't that you didn't trust him, but when it came to anything concerning you, Kaveh tended to get overly protective. It was endearing, honestly, but you didn't want to dump all your problems on him. Especially something as silly as this.

At least, that was the plan. The second Kaveh asks if someone upset you, you're reminded of events that happened just minutes prior and kaveh's always been good at understanding you without you even having to say anything.

Your face twists, just faintly, and Kaveh's eyes harden.

"Who?" He asks, voice uncharacteristically low and sharp. "Who did this to you?"

"Kaveh—"

"Y/N," he cuts in, not leaving any room for you to argue. It stuns you, pulling your eyes on him with a blink as you take in the serious expression in his eyes. "What happened?"

So, you explain. you explain how awful work had been that day – how your boss had had it out for you all day, berating you and borderline harrassing you. How you'd tried to be strong and not let him see how much his actions and words were effecting you, but you'd ended up leaving work early because it all became too much.

By the end of it you're a sobbing mess once more, incoherent and deeply upset.

Kaveh holds you through it, brushing your tears and rubbing your back and not once interrupting you or making you feel silly for how upset you'd gotten.

You ask him not to do anything, especially because it seems it's taking everything from Kaveh not to – and he promises, says that he won't and instead gently shushing you with the promise that he'll get you a hot bath and some dinner and the two of you can spend the night together doing what you want.

And he means it. Kaveh won't do anything.

Tonight, at least.

Diluc:

"M-Master Diluc!"

The distressed voice of one of his maids gives Diluc pause, halting in front of the door to his home only to see Adelinde rushing towards him. There's a wild, panicked look on her face and instantly Diluc is turning towards her.

"What's happened?" He asks, "are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine," she breathes, out of breath from racing down the stairs the second she'd heard Diluc making his way in. "It's Mistress Y/N!"

That's all Diluc needs to hear. Adelinde lips part to explain more, but before she can even get a word out, Diluc is already at the top of the stairs and quickly making his way to your shared room. There's the distinct feeling of his heart racing madly with worry against his chest and Diluc's vision closes around him, focused on only you, until he finally reaches you.

You're sat in the bed, propped up by a couple of pillows but Diluc's attention is quickly shifted to your leg; more specifically, your ankle. It's wrapped up in bandages and propped up by a few more pillows.

The second you meet Diluc's eyes, you're sighing; "honestly, Diluc, I'm—"

Diluc is beside you in seconds.

"Who did this to you?"

The question is uttered with a sharp, dark tone and you blink, lips left parted as Diluc reaches for you. His heart is still poundly madly against his chest and it physically pains him to see you in any sort of discomfort or pain.

The only logical thing he can thing is that someone hurt you. One of his enemies, maybe... Diluc was careful about keeping his life private, especially when it concerned you, but he supposed villains had their ways and he absolutely crushes his heart to think you'd been attacked because of him—

He's pulled from his thoughts at the feeling of your hand in his, your fingers threading through his own as you squeeze reassuringly.

"Diluc, honey," you call softly, a smile on your lips that confused Diluc. "No one did anything to me."

Frowning, Diluc eyes your ankle and then meets your gaze. "Then...?"

"I tripped," you explain with a slight flush, obviously embarrassed by your own clumsiness. "I was helping Adelinde with something when I tripped over my own feet. We were walking down the steps so I sort of tumbled down... I think I sprained my ankle. I told Adelinde not to bother you with it because really, I'm fine."

Diluc hesitates; "no one hurt you?"

"No one," you smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I promise."

Relieved, Diluc feels his body ease at the assurance that you weren't attacked. Still, he sees your wrapped up ankle and frowns. "Still," he calls out a moment later. "You're hurt."

"A little," you shrug, glancing at your ankle. "The throbbing has stopped. I just can't walk."

"Then I'll carry you."

You let out a soft giggle that flutters Diluc's heart; "I don't need to go anywhere."

"When you do."

Alhaitham:

"Who did this to you?"

You're surprised by how angry Alhaitham sounds. A quick glance in his direction tells you he looks just as angry, and you have to pause for a moment, trying to think about just what the hell he was talking about.

Conclusion? You have no idea.

He's looking straight at you — practically burning a hole through you with his glare. But you have no idea what he's staring at.

"Haitham..." You mumble apprehensively, baffled. "Who did what to me?"

"That," he presses, stepping towards you and nodding.

Just... nodding.

"What?" You ask, exasperated as you try to glance at yourself and see just what Alhaitham is talking about.

Huffing, short of patience as always, Alhatham grabs you by the wrist, grip gentle but pressing as he shifts so your palm is upwards. Then, his thumb swips lightly across a long, red and somewhat angry scratch across your inner forearm.

"That," he repeats, frowning at you.

"Oh," you calls with a laugh, stunned for a brief moment before a smile curls onto yourself. "I found a stray cat yesterday on my way home. It looked hungry so I fed it and then, I thought that it deserved a home so I tried to take it with me..." You grimace faintly, rubbing the back of your neck bashfully. "The little guy didn't seem to like that idea as much."

You expect Alhaitham to... well, not laugh, because he rarily did that, but you expect him to at least ease somewhat. But he doesn't. The frown remains heavy on his face, eyes set into a nasty glare as he stares at the scratch.

"Where?"

"Hmm?" You call, raising a brow as you meet his eys.

"Where was this cat?"

There's something about the way he asks it that makes you hesitate. "...Why?"

Alhaitham just lets your hand go, huffing as he crosses his arms across his chest. "So I can teach it a lesson for hurting you."

He says it so seriously because it's Alhaitham, but it's still the most ridiculous statement you've ever heard so the laugh that bursts out of your lips is truthfully beyond your control.

"Haitham!" You giggle, "it's a cat!"

"And?" He raises a brow, looking at you like you're the crazy one. "The cat hurt you. That's not okay."

You bite your lip, holding back your laughs as you take in how serious Alhaitham is — he looks genuinely bothered and upset that you were hurt. And honestly, despite the fact that his anger was now directed towards a random stray cat, is care for you is endearing.

Stepping towards him, you press a kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you for defending me," you say genuinely. "But it's just a cat. I shouldn't have tried to pick it up."

Alhaitham frowns and it looks like he wants to argue, but he lets it go. "Fine," he says, "but if you see the cat, let me know."

You let out a snort, nodding up at him; "I definitely will. I promise."

Childe:

"Who?"

"Ajax—"

"Who did this to you?"

Sighing, you try to turn your face away, finding Childe's never wavering gaze intimidating but his grip on your chin keeps you in place. His face is inches away from your own, eyes narrowed and face set with barely contained rage as he waits for you to answer.

You don't even know why you were arguing. Maybe it was because you were jsut tired and wanted to sink into your bed and forget any of this had even happened. But it was impossible with Childe.

The second you'd come home with a black eye, bruised cheek and over all just dishevelled, Childe had been on you. He'd been his usual happy self up until he saw the state you were in, taking in your ripped clothes and injuries.

"I don't know," you sigh, sinking into his touch as he reach for him. Your body hurts and you're exhausted; honestly, you're still scared. "It all happened so quick. There was a whole group of them and they came at me, pulled me into this alley or something and just..."

Your voice trails, hands shaking.

Childe lets go of your jaw then, arms shifting to wrap around you as he pulls you into an embrace. He holds you tight, pressing a hand to the back of your head as you let yourself break a little in his grasp.

"I was so scared, Ajax..." You breathe, pressing your face into his chest so your words are muffled.

"I know, Y/N," he calls softly, voice gentle and soothing. It had lost that dark edge it had had before, Childe finally coming to his senses and realizing how you needed him more than he needed to get revenge for you. That would still come, of course, but right now he needed to be here for you.

Pulling back, Child pulls your eyes on him; "where does it hurt?"

"...Everywhere," you whisper, wincing as a shoot of pain travels across your body. "I think my ribs might be broken."

Childe's heart breaks and he swears he see's red, but the pressing matter is you. He can find the idiots who hurt you later and he'll make sure they pay in full for what they did to you. Right now, he needs to help you.

"Here," he calls gently, "we'll get you in the bedroom."

You nod up at him, weakly, letting him wrap his arm around your waist and the other under your knees to bring you into his arms. The movement jostles you slightly, and Childe lets out an apology but you brush him off, knowing he didn't mean to.

"I'm sorry," you whisper a moment later, head bowed into the crook of his neck.

"You have nothing to be sorry about," Childe shakes his head adamantly. "I'm gonna take care of you. And I'll make those bastards pay for ever laying their hands on you."

[kaiju-dayo]

Enemies to lovers + Language barrier

Also:

[loganbathwater]

fuck it

cod ghosts headcanons:

logan: only speaks in brainrot (cos he's gen z)

keegan: pretends to understand brainrot so logan thinks he's cool and not unc (cos he's a millenial)

hesh: runs a cringey instagram account for riley and all the captions are written from the dog's pov

elias: on level 16951 in candy crush

merrick: divorced

kick: eats drywall

rorke: has a tramp stamp

ajax: collects labubus

[weneeya]

too dangerous - spiderman AU m.list | rules

pairing. childe x reader

note. hiii i'm back with spiderman au!! idk if you guys liked it but i'm having sm fun writing this so it's kind of a part 2 (and i might write more later) so please don't hesitate to request <3

It had been a few weeks since you and Childe agreed on working together. You didn’t have any powers and he was no one else than Spiderman ; yet, it seemed to work pretty well. Since you were basically friends, there was no reason for you to not be able to work together. You were yelling at him way too often because of how unconscious he was but he always took it with a grin,telling you that he would always be alright. 

What he didn’t expect was for someone to have real bad motivations. It only happened in movies, but Childe like he had found his nemesis ; and it scared him. Not for himself, obviously, but mostly because he was worried that the guy might find out what linked you to him. Since their first fight, the ginger became even more careful than before towards you. He hoped it would be enough. 

But, of course, it wasn’t. It was a peaceful afternoon and you were sitting at a café on your own, working on some project for your class, when you felt a presence sitting right in front of you. When you looked up at him, you didn’t need a lot of time to recognize that twisted face of his. He didn’t give you the time to say anything as he put something on the table, between the two of you. 

“before you try to escape,” he said, and you quickly noticed that they were pictures of you and Childe together ; with him as Spiderman, but not only. “You can’t run away, doll. So either you gently follow me, or I let you guess what’s coming.” 

You took a quick breath, realizing that it was you or Childe. Maybe you weren’t the hero, and you knew Childe could fight ; but this guy was really scary, and there was no way you would throw your best friend walk in the lion’s den. You closed your laptop, gathered your stuff before standing up, following the mad man without a word. 

You weren’t answering Childe’s messages or calls, and he didn’t like that at all. You had the right to be busy, of course, but his instinct was telling him that something was wrong. He knew you well enough to be sure that your silence was strange. 

When he asked your mom if you were here, she explained that you left a few hours ago to work on something outside and that she didn’t know more than this. He simply thanked her, not wanting to alert or worry your poor mother, and left. Worry was twisting his stomach. 

He searched you everywhere, but it was like you had simply vanished suddenly. He quickly grabbed his phone when he heard it ringing, and answered even quicker when he saw your name on the screen. “You scared me! Where the hell are you?” 

The silence on the other side made the worry come back in a rush, until he finally heard some noise. A chuckle. “What did you do to her?” It was definitely not yours, but one he knew well enough to feel his guts twisting and his jaw clenching. 

“Nothing, my dear spiderboy. She came with me on her own.” Like he would believe it. Why would you follow this guy, knowing who he was? “He’s right. I don’t need you to come and save me.” His eyes widened, because he easily recognized your voice through the phone. He despised the tone in your voice, the one you were always using when you wanted to keep him away. “I don’t need to be saved.” 

Childe wanted to yell at you, to scream that he would never believe this because it wasn’t you ; but no words left his throat. It was stronger than him, they just refused to go out. Why would you do this? You had a deal. He promised to protect you, and you were doing this? He couldn’t believe it ; especially not when you hung up the phone after his silence. 

Like hell he wouldn’t come to save you. He didn’t care what you said, he didn’t believe you. He would find where that bastard was hiding you, and he would show you that you needed him to save you ; because there was no way he would let you stay with this man any longer. 

It took him days to find you. He had to find an excuse so your mother wouldn’t worry as he neglected everything else in his life to focus only on finding you. Nothing else mattered anyway ; it only made sense if you were by his side. 

When Childe finally put the finger on the building you were most probably in, he didn’t think twice before putting on his costume and barging in. When he got inside, you were alone in a room, not even tied up or anything. You almost seemed peaceful, and he hated it. 

“I told you not to come,” you began, your back turned to him, and his hands turned into fists. “Like I’m listening to you. You knew I’d come.” He was quick to answer, and you stayed silent without facing him. “Look at me in the eyes, and tell me you want me to leave.” 

Childe didn’t know if it was deliberate but you were so slow while turning to face him. The moment he saw your eyes, he knew he was right. Your eyes were telling him so much more than any words you could yell at him. He took a step closer but was brutally stopped by something sinking right into his back. 

He heard you shout before he turned around. His body reacted on his own when he threw a punch right into your kidnapper’s face. The man took a step back, holding his nose with a crazy laugh. “Someone’s angry!” And what came after was out of his memory. 

Childe like he was going mad, losing his mind every time he saw his sickening face or heard his stupid words. He didn’t care if he hurt himself in the process ; that guy needed to pay, and there was only way for this. He needed to die. 

The ginger never thought about killing someone before. He had fought a lot of bad guys, sure, but he always put them in front of their acts and let the justice do his job. But right now, he could only think about one thing : how he needed to die. 

What brought him back to his clear mind was your sobbing voice right behind him, yelling at him so he would stop. He let the guy fall on the ground, half dead, before he turned to you. His face was showing how lost he seemed to be, his hands covered in blood. He wanted to reach out for you, but he couldn’t let you get dirty with this filthy blood. 

You were crying. Childe couldn’t remember the last time he saw you cry so much. Perhaps it was when you were still two kids playing in the park. There was this boy who pushed you to steal your toy. You cried so much when Childe got scolded for getting into a fight ; but at least, you got your toy back. 

The scene felt awkwardly similar, except that you weren’t children anymore, and he was about to take a man’s life with his bare hands. He looked at them, and he felt his body begin to tremble. “I’m sorry…” He whispered, repeating those three words a few times, not able to look up at you. 

He was cut off by your arms wrapping around his neck when you pulled him in for a hug. A tight embrace like you were afraid he would disappear ; and he couldn’t only return it to you as tightly. Your poor clothes would be stained with crimson red, but it didn’t matter. None of this mattered. 

You both stayed awfully silent as you sneaked into Childe’s room. Neither him or you knew what you were supposed to say after something like this. He had given you a large shirt to change into. He was sitting on the floor while you were kneeling behind him, cleaning the wound on his back. He refused to go to the hospital, so you were the one taking care of it. 

“Thank you… for coming,’ you began, and the ginger didn’t move. “I told you I’d never leave you.” And your eyes widened slightly. You looked up at him, even if he couldn’t see you as you were behind him. He did, yes ; but he did when you were only eight years old. When he got your toy back after the incident at the park, Childe promised to never leave your side. It was nothing but a kid’s promise, but he had never forgotten it. 

A soft smile appeared on your lips at the thought. You couldn’t help it, he was always able to bring a smile back to your face so easily. It always surprised you, the way he could ease your heart in no time. He glanced at you from above his shoulder ; and when he noticed your smile, he couldn’t restrain himself from grinning slightly. He better see a smile on your face rather than those big tears.

thank you!

[aoioozora]

Romantically sharing a bed with the Ghosts

I wrote a platonic version, and so, why not a romantic version? Enjoy the fluff ;))

Logan Walker:

Once the two of you are alone and it's only one bed, you can bet he'll drop all his stuff and tackle you into the bed

He's tired, but has enough energy to tackle you

"Hey!" you exclaim, giggling, and he just stuffs his face in your chest, happily hugging you

Holds you like a koala and doesn't let go

He doesn't let you change into comfortable clothes, and neither does he change; he's already asleep

You just smile and run your hand through his hair before falling asleep yourself.

David 'Hesh' Walker:

Gets in bed first and opens his arms to you

"Come here." He doesn't have to say it twice. You're already crawling in bed and laying your head on his chest

He puts his arms around you and gives you a squeeze.

As you fall asleep, you can hear him softly singing a song and rubbing his thumb on your cheek

He is warm and cozy like a hot chocolate on a cold wintry day, you feel so safe with him

He gives you a kiss on your forehead <3

Thomas Merrick:

He's used to sleeping alone, and so sharing a bed with you is always a pleasure

He sees you laying on the bed, and he carefully gets in.

"Hey Tommy," you giggle when you see him and you open your arms out for him to come closer. He rolls his eyes. "Don't call me that," he says, but moves closer to you.

He wraps his burly arm around you and pulls you close, careful not to put his weight on top of you and accidentally crush you in the process

He rubs your back and your hair to lull you to sleep.

You gratefully give him a peck on his lips and you hear him shyly grumble

Keegan Russ:

"Why are you so far away? Come closer," he demands. Clingy man. He doesn't like being even 2 meters away from you.

If you don't close the gap, he will.

He'll spoon you and bury his face in your neck, giving it a couple kisses before falling asleep in your hair.

At some point at night, he will put his leg over your hip

You gotta be careful not to let him crush you under his weight

Kick:

Normally a bit frisky but when he's dead tired, he's just adorable

"Sleeeepy," he whines and then proceeds to get tangled up in bed with you

Has you in a vice grip like he's a cobra around a mouse and you have to beg him to loosen up so you can breathe

Holds you like you're a body pillow

Will drool over you so be careful lol

Alex 'Ajax' Johnson:

He has you sleeping on top of him, wanting you to use him as your personal bed

He loves having your weight on top of him

He gets to hug you like you're his teddy bear

If he does need to switch positions after some time, he'll make sure to move you very gently so as to not wake you up

When he sees you fall asleep, he has to fight off his cuteness aggression and his urge to punch a wall to feel manly again because of how cute you look asleep

Elias 'Scarecrow' Walker:

Elias likes to have his face in your chest (Logan has to get it from somewhere), arms around your waist, and your legs around his hips.

Halfway through the night, he'll make sure it's your turn to lay on his chest.

Loves to rub your back, your shoulders, run his fingers through your hair-- just loves giving you gentle massages. It's soothing to you and to him.

You can be sure you'll find his hand under your shirt, rubbing your bare back and your waist. He likes some skin-to-skin.

He's your personal whisper ASMRtist. Expect sweet nothings and him grumbling a quiet "good girl"

BONUS - Gabriel Rorke:

Cannot keep his hands off you once you two are in bed.

He'll pull you to his chest and have his arm around you, rubbing your arm and your shoulder

If you can't sleep, he'll begin to talk to you in excruciating detail about some science or military related topic until it bored you to sleep

He's a chill cuddler, not too clingy, but just enough to let you know he loves and wants physical closeness with you

When you're asleep, he'll gaze at you admiringly like you're a work of art and then give you a tender kiss, either on your forehead or your cheek

[t1oui]

jercy except they're awkward asf and take actual years to get together. and i mean "awkward" as in "oblivious" and "oblivious" as in "everybody knows they like each other and they know they like each other but they don't know their feelings are reciprocated even though they're obvious asf".

and when i say everyone knows they like each other, i mean everyone, including people who couldn't possibly see percy and/or jason as anything but straight (cough cough my mortal pjo ocs cough cough). like these two are so obvious people are just changing their worldviews and dismantling stereotypes and biases

i'm just imagining percy going to college in new rome and jason, who has moved to camp half-blood full time, randomly deciding he also lives in new rome now and just... hanging around all the time. and breaking into percy's dorm.

don't even get me started on the blushing... oh my god. like how can you blush that much and watch someone blush that much and still not realize they like you back. annabeth can't figure out the answer yet here percy and jason are, doing exactly that

jason who draws percy whenever he gets tired of drawing blueprints for temples but still wants something to do

percy who gushes about jason to anybody who'll listen (cough cough my mortal pjo oc who he's closest with especially now that annabeth and nico refuse to listen to his queer rambling anymore cough cough)

jason iris messaging piper to gush about percy and her being homophobic towards him (i support her rights and her wrongs)

jercy being so adorable and in love when they finally get together that their friends can't even make fun of them (except for nico, who could not care less and is still a little salty that percy turned out to be queer the whole time)

[gunnrblze]

Silly/stupid/sweet domestic living headcannons for the Ghost Boys

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Hesh

-watches you sleep in the mornings before you wake up. not creepily so, he just likes seeing you so relaxed and peaceful

-takes a ridiculous amount of time in the bathroom for various reasons. not even in a weird/sexual manner, just fuckin lingers in there like a teenage girl primping her hair

-enjoys sweeping for no reason. will sweep again even if one of you already has, very clean man

Logan

-sits on counter tops regularly, doesn’t care that he’s 6’0 & built like a brick wall. if he fits, he sits

-has the time management skills of a goldfish. “I’m coming to bed in 15 minutes” half an hour later and he’s building a Lego set?

-enjoys watching your skincare routines and will silently beg for you to slather the shit on his face too. eventually he’ll ask directly but until then he just gives totally subtle puppy dog eyes

Elias

-has a recliner he’s bonded with in the living room like the old coot he is. and you’ll never talk him out of getting rid of it

-has bought you a pair of house slippers to match his. yours are probably cuter but he does secretly want to at least coordinate

-will loiter when you’re doing any kind of hobby/activity. doesn’t necessarily want to join, but will stand behind you and watch you play video games/craft/bake/etc

Merrick

-terrible farts. that’s it. wear a gas mask tbh

-snores so loud that you have to wear earplugs sometimes. doesn’t help that he likes to cuddle at night so you can quite literally feel him vibrating against you. best cuddler though

-has a decanter full of whiskey on his bedside table. not even a big drinker or anything, no, that’s just decoration to him cause he’s distinguished

Keegan

-asks you to help shave his beard, both because he gets lazy but also he wants to be pampered. “You do it better” he’ll insist

-secretly enjoys you having to ask for help with little things around the house. he loves ‘being a man’ for you. does not matter your gender

-sleeps on one old, flat, mangy pillow. it may or may not even have a case on it. you can try to get him to return to civilization and use a normal one but it’ll be difficult

Kick

-sings loudly in the shower on purpose. maybe it’s to make you laugh, maybe it’s to get you in the bathroom long enough to convince you to join him. depends on the day

-uses so many seasonings when he cooks that he sneezes a bunch. wears his mask sometimes to just prevent it all together

-whines for neck/back rubs cause he’s so sore. insists he’ll return the favor but not before he falls asleep on you

Rorke

-loves you sitting on his lap anytime of day. watching tv, eating breakfast, etc etc? he’ll perch you up on his thighs regardless, doesn’t matter to him

-grunts every time he stands up like the old man he is. “knees ain’t what they used to be”, “gahdamn, backs killin me” are frequent phrases

-constantly turning the thermostat down to make it colder, can’t stand the heat from outside getting in. insists it’s not that cold and only relents when you start to shiver

Ajax

-puts animal planet/nature docs on to fall asleep. says he just wants to watch something more relaxed before bed but he never turns it off

-very anal about shoes being taken off at the front door. will bitch and moan if shoes get past the foyer while on someone’s feet

-like your mother on a Saturday morning, is up at the ass crack of dawn listening to Celine Dion while cleaning

[asthedeathoflight]

Another extremely important image to me is Ajax (butch) standing awkwardly off to the side while Fox and Swan do their whole eyelash batting femme routine with the Orphans. Like oh yeaaahhhh we're just delicate little girls we cant hurt anyone 👁️👄👁️ while Ajax is standing there trying to hide behind Rembrandt

[kiryoutann]

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃! 𝐀𝐔 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ::: 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀

LOST AT SEA MASTERLIST (COMING SOON). GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST.

Reincarnation should be a good thing, right? A new chance in life, to become yet another soul chosen to navigate the world once again. Until it isn't.

In the first life, mermaid! reader meets a prince charming. They call him "Ajax" - you learn this after eavesdropping on the mortals' conversation from behind a rock.

Of course, your siblings have warned you about those two-legged landlubbers - that they are cruel, they are merciless and greedy.

"By Poseidon, sister – don't you dare go to shore again. They'll catch you like they did Ariana! They'll descale your fins and take your heart for who knows what!"

When one of your sisters said that, you just nodded pretending to understand. But, well, someone's gotta be the Ariel of the family.

Because it was impossible that Ajax could be the same as those cruel humans.

I mean, don't your brothers and sisters see how he treats animals? That slobbering furry thingy that always follows him every time he wants to go sailing? Mortals call him "Boris". That Boris creature.

Somehow, fate brought you two together. Even the sea and land cannot separate the two of you.

"He promised to marry me, sister!" you said to one of your sisters.

"And you believe him? How will you make sure he will keep his promise, sister? Oh, don't tell me… you've given him that?"

For mermaids, love is not a luxury, but a precious resource. They are said to have just one chance at love in their lifetimes.

When they foolishly give their hearts to a renegade, fate decrees that they shall forever dwell in a state of limbo, torn between the land and the sea. This means that they cannot survive for long on dry land, nor can they venture too far into the depths of the ocean. Instead, they are forced to live on the edge, forever caught between two worlds, no longer able to fully commit to land or sea.

But, Ajax wouldn't do that, right? He is too good, and loves you too much to betray you.

Wrong. Because the night before your wedding, Ajax betrayed you. With another woman.

Every land has a history. The modern era Blue Lagoon is no exception.

In each wave that washes upon its shores holds within it tales of the past, a silent whisper of the countless stories that have shaped the present.

Someone said, before becoming an island exclusively for old money and celebrities, the land once saw the great fury of mother nature.

The storm was so cruel that an entire kingdom was wiped out without a trace. On the other hand, people full of fairy tales say that it was the work of a broken-hearted mermaid.

And when actor! Ajax moved to the said island after breaking up with his cheating girlfriend, he almost laughed from how stupid it sounded. In fact, local people here believe it enough that some people in his circle constantly discuss the existence of a mermaid amidst the champagne and celebrations.

"I think the people here are quite creative. Should submit a script, maybe a director will accept it for a movie." he says. His way of making conversation in his first meeting with the highest paid model of the century - you.

But, when this is Ajax's second life, it is not yours. These cruel centuries have destroyed many but your grudges - your memories.

People are talking about lost kingdoms? About mermaids? As you sipped your champagne and smiled fakely at Ajax, in your heart you knew the truth.

That, indeed, there was an empire before it crumbled. There was love before betrayal. There were mermaids before humans.

And now, caught between land and seas - as a supermodel, you stand before the very vessel that once belonged to your former treacherous lover.

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[ll7esxs]

Cod ghosts react to S/O only wearing heels like everywhere and in everything (events and regular walking)

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶

Wearing heels!

Characters: Logan walker, Hesh walker, Elias walker, Keegan russ, Kick, Thomas merrick, Gabriel rorke, Ajax

Notes: NSFW!! MDNI!

"Step on me...."

All of them

[blakeswritingimagines]

They walk in on you changing

Wednesday: She’ll just stand there and stare at you. It's not particularly interesting to watch someone get dressed, but it is fun to watch you be embarrassed about it.

Enid: Depends on the occasion.  Usually she tries to avert her gaze and not stare, but if I'm being honest, she can't help but to peak at least a couple times. It's not often that she sees another person naked, so when the opportunity arises, she takes it. 

Xavier: There have been a few times that he has walked in on you getting changed, and it all depends on the situation. If it is something innocent like you are simply trying to change outfits or getting ready for a night out, he might be a little shy and turn away, but it's no big deal. On the other hand, if you were getting dressed in a sexy or revealing outfit and you are doing it in front of him intentionally, it might be a bit surprising at first, but he would appreciate your confidence and wouldn't mind taking a peek either.

Rowan: He reacts by quickly averting his gaze and apologizing with a bit of a flustered tone, expressing that he didn't mean to intrude at the moment. His initial feeling would be that of embarrassment as well as a bit of guilt for accidentally intruding on a private moment.

Tyler: He would respect the privacy of his partner and not look over at you getting changed. He would turn around and leave to allow you to get changed in peace. He knows it is important to respect the privacy of your partner and ensure you feel comfortable and safe around him.

Ajax: If he walked in on you changing, he would probably say something along the lines of, “Hmmm, interesting choice of underwear. Perhaps it would look better on the floor.”

Bianca: If she were to walk in on you getting changed, she would be completely shocked. Her heart would probably skip a beat and she would feel a rush of emotions, ranging from excitement to surprise to embarrassment. She may even feel slightly nervous as she tried to process what was happening. Once her initial shock wore off though, she would take a moment to admire your physique and appreciate the beautiful sight before her. Depending on your level of intimacy, this could also lead to a sexy and intimate moment between you both.

[all-our-turf]

i love the hc prompts dearly oml istg all of them are so insightful. thank you for your services they are fuelling my warriors brainworms

would like to ask 🧨 + ⛓️ for mercy and 💢 for ajax

[ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ?

mercy gets defensive anytime anyone tries to accuse her of being scared. she's quick to a fight because she constantly thinks she has to prove that she's tough and not afraid of anything.

[ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ?

like all the warriors, i think mercy is consumed by guilt after That Night. it's when she thinks of fox jumping back to the platform. when swan gets too quiet or wakes up trembling from a nightmare and mercy doesn't know how to help. when some of the other warriors flinch whenever she talks. when she catches the haunted way they stare at her whenever they think she's not looking. sometimes mercy feels like she's drowning, suffocating in guilt because she thinks that the other warriors would trade her life for fox's in a heartbeat, and sometimes mercy wishes that it had been fox who made it home instead of her.

[ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ?

is there anyone who can hold a grudge like ajax. i think some of the guys cowgirl dates who turn out to be assholes live in constant fear of ajax finding them. ajax wasn't even there and the bizzies are forever on her shitlist. ajax does not forget anyone who's ever hurt another warrior.

lowkey i also think ajax never quite forgives masai for how he hurt cleon, even if cleon herself was able to move on for the sake of the alliance. anytime masai is around and is standing too close to cleon, ajax is hovering like a guard dog.

send me a character + hc prompt from this list

[weneeya]

save me - spiderman AU m.list | rules

pairing. childe x reader

note. i'm not playing genshin impact anymore but i just can't escape my love for childe no matter what lmao i saw a fanart of him as spiderman and the idea simply crossed my mind so here i am!

You couldn’t even remember when you became friends with Childe. More than when, you had no idea why you were still doing this to yourself. Not that he was a bad guy, someone mean, or anything like this. No, of course not, he was a nice guy, mostly awkward. The real reason why was that the boy was a pain in your ass, to be honest. 

You didn't know how he was able to do this, but he was always ending up in stupid mess up situations, and you had to get him out of this every single time. You were his knight in shining armor, as he always said ; and you wondered why you kept doing this. Maybe you liked him more than what you wanted to admit. 

But he began to act weird. Well, he was always kind of weird, but it became worse for the last few weeks. It was almost like he was avoiding you, always running away all of a sudden, disappearing for hours. Even his poor aunt was starting to worry ; you knew it, you talked about it with her. 

And there was this guy. Spiderman, as he made himself called by the TV. Something like a stupid superhero trying to protect the city. You didn’t really care about it to be honest. It must be a guy wanting to be seen by the world. It was none of your problem. 

You thought so, until this afternoon arrived. You were walking down the street to go to the library when you heard someone whistling behind you. You decided to ignore it, until the man in your back called out for you. Once again ignoring it, his ego apparently didn’t appreciate it at all. He grabbed your shoulder, but before he could do anything more, you heard another voice from behind. 

You turned your head around, only to notice Spiderman’s stupid figure standing proudly and claiming that he would get you out of this. You rolled your eyes, taking advantage of the first guy to kick him right where it hurt, pushing his shoulder as he rolled on the floor in pain. The hero’s eyes widened behind his mask as you turned around to look at him. 

“But I… You…” That was a first. Girls were usually swooning over him, gladly accepting his help. You crossed your arms, slowly raising an eyebrow. “What?” You asked, and he gestured to the man on the ground. “I was about to save you!” You frowned slightly, thinking it might be some kind of weird joke. 

“I don’t need to be saved, find someone else,” you simply added before you left without another word or look at him. The poor boy stood there for a moment, before he shook his head. The man on the floor began to stand up to take his revenge on him, but the superhero simply threw the top of a bin on him, taking him out for good before he left. 

After that, this Spiderman guy didn’t seem to want to leave you alone ; like you didn’t have enough to take care of. No matter how many times you brushed him away, kicking bad guys’ asses yourself when all he wanted was to show you that you needed his help. Perhaps it was his own ego speaking. 

At the same time, Childe was definitely acting weirder every day that passed by. You were suspicious, because he always told you when something was wrong ; and something was clearly wrong right now. Except that he didn’t seem to want to tell you anything about it. So you decided to not give him the choice. 

When you barged into his room after you got his aunt’s authorization, he was getting out by the window. It could have been strange if all your focus wasn’t on the clothes he was wearing right now. You would have recognized this stupid costume in the dark. “What the hell?” 

This was how you discovered that your childhood friend, Childe, was no one else other than this stupid Spiderman. You were mostly angry at him ; not only because he was hiding this from you but also because of all the risks he was taking by being a neighbourhood superhero on his own. He tried to explain everything, his point of view and how he needed to be useful with his powers, but you couldn’t understand it. He ended up leaving his room by the window, leaving you alone with your anger and your thoughts in his bedroom. 

Your life became strangely peaceful after that day. Way too peaceful in your opinions, you had to admit it. While Spiderman wasn’t bothering you anymore, Childe wasn’t even glancing at you in the hallways of the school. You might be angry, but he seemed to be even more. You thought that maybe you shouldn’t have yelled at him when all he was trying to do was to put his powers to the good side ; but you felt like it was too late for this. 

Until you heard a knock at your window in the middle of the night. It obviously woke you up, and while you were ready to go scare the bird annoying you, the view when you opened the window made everything disappear from your mind. A redhead in a damaged costume, blood all over him and an apologetic look on his face. Childe. Wounded. 

You didn’t hesitate twice before making him get inside your room, trying not to make too much noise so no one in your house would wake up. He sat on the chair of your desk, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you made a quick walk to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.

None of you spoke for what seemed to be an eternity. What were you supposed to say? You had fought with him, and now he was almost dying from blood loss in your room. The situation made no sense at all. You were taken away from your thoughts when his voice came out from his mouth in a small whisper. 

“I’m sorry,” was all you heard before you looked up at him. You weren’t surprised, but you hated that he was the one to apologize when it was you who should do it. You had said awful things to him, and you realized it after. “Quiet, let me focus,” you told him. You cursed at yourself for being so emotionally constipated but you could swear you noticed a light smile tucking the corners of his lips. 

When you were done with his wounds, he began to stand up. You pushed him down on the chair, raising an eyebrow. “What do you think you’re doing?” You asked him, and it was his turn to look surprised. “Leaving?” He said, like it was obvious, and you shook your head. “So you can go die in the middle of a street? No way. You’re staying there.” You turned around, walking to your bed so you could put it correctly again. 

He stayed silent for a moment, but the second he wanted to say something, you cut him off. “I’m sorry,” you said, and his eyes went wide. You took a deep breath, your back still turned to him. “I didn’t try to understand you. I was wrong, I admit it.” No matter how hard he wanted to tease you and make a remark, he knew how to read a room. It was difficult enough for you to do this, it was better if he let you speak. 

“I can’t stop you from doing this, but at least let me help you,” and with those words, you turned around to finally meet his eyes. He was right about letting you finish, because he never expected things to take this turn. You slowly shook your head at his obvious surprise. “I’ve always helped you out, I don’t see why it should change.” The light smile playing on your lips made him chuckle softly. You were right, he couldn’t do it properly if you weren’t by his side anyway. 

What you didn’t tell him was that you simply couldn’t bear the idea of him being so severely injured without anyone to turn to. It was better for everyone if the only person knowing his secret was on his side. You offered your hand to him, and he took it with a grin. That was a deal. From now on, Spiderman wouldn’t need to carry his burden alone.

thank you!

[aoioozora]

The Ghosts as Civilians

Headcanons I have of the Ghosts if they weren't in the military; what jobs they'd have, hobbies, and whatnot. Enjoy :)

Logan Walker

It's generally agreed upon that Logan would spend his teenage years skateboarding and surfing since he's a Cali boy, and I can see it being true

As for jobs, I think he'd not prefer a desk job but work that can get his hands dirty like construction or carpentry or something of that sort. Blue collar boy.

He'd enjoy sitting in his room playing video games on a Gameboy or a 3DS as a young boy, and when he's older I think he'd enjoy a Playstation.

He'd totally be a night owl.

I think he'd be the best cook out of the Walkers and would be in charge of the Walker household meals, which he complains a lot about but secretly enjoys doing

David 'Hesh' Walker

Also a skateboarder but I think he'd lean more on surfing

I can totally see Hesh being an athlete! Like a basketball player because of his build and height.

Imagine him playing streetball though. And then getting drafted into the NBA. Oooh drool.

Early bird. Would love the early morning hours for surfing or playing ball.

His indoor hobbies would be playing video games with Logan and reading detective novels.

Elias 'Scarecrow' Walker

He'd work your average 9-5 white collar job but dream of retiring and working on a garden and carpentry projects, perhaps making bird feeders and building furniture

He'd collect all his pieces of wood for "later use".

Besides carpentry, his other hobby would be nagging his sons to do something else other than playing videogames.

He'd love board games and card games and would always try to get his sons to play with him (but they don't like to because he always wins)

Buys a bouquet of flowers every year on his late wife's birthday and on their wedding day; keeping up the tradition

Keegan P. Russ

I'm a bit torn on what he would work as because I can see him working both in construction and a 9-5. I think he'd be quite flexible in that way. Jack of all trades, master of none. His CV is filled with his experience in a variety of jobs

He never really struck me as someone with a lot of hobbies since he probably had a rough early life and have no time for those things

If he had any hobby at all, I think he'd enjoy taking photos of sunsets, the sky at the grocery store, or any sight he finds unique and interesting.

I feel like he would keep a journal, jotting down bullet points of his day and little notes of what he feels.

Thomas Merrick

For some reason I like to think of him as working in a restaurant as a chef. He just gives me that vibe

He'd enjoy the fast paced environment.

I don't know how well he cooks, but he sure looks like he'd make a mean burger

He would enjoy night walks down quiet streets and if he had a dog, he'd walk the dog too.

He'd also enjoy watching videos of blacksmiths forging knives, swords, hammers and the like

Alex 'Ajax' Johnson

I think he'd totally be a barista in an old timey café.

On the side, he'd be building an online presence for himself on YouTube

He would be very into fashion, I feel, making content like Parker York Smith. He'd be the most fashionable of the Ghosts.

Avid reader. Has a whole wall in his apartment that's a shelf filled with books.

Kick

Computer boy works a computer job. I think he'd get into a security related job, maybe even get a job in the FBI if he's lucky

And when he's not working, he's streaming his video games

He would love attending comedy night shows and sit right up front, hoping to be asked something by the comedian. He'd enjoy a witty back-and-forth.

[Bonus] Gabriel Rorke

He'd be in a biker gang, I know it. He has the vibe

Otherwise he'd be in the pest control or extermination business, or maybe even something to do with landscaping

LOVES barbecues and invites the Walkers often to eat with him

Very outdoors man. He'd love camping and hiking

Religiously goes to the gym six times a week. He thrives off of physical activity!

[mystii-gur0]

sometimes i forget that bpd Tartaglia is not widly accepted and get a little surprised when people think he has literally anything else.

Despite the fact he kills people (because apparently we can't have one bpd coded character that doesn't kill people) he's actually pretty decent rep. Gotta give it to hoyoverse their mental illness rep is actually kinda good. I like that they focus more on other symptoms (like impulsivity, self harm, not having friends, feeling unable to connect with other people) rather than just like making him the average yandere character people think we want to see. (As much as I love yandere Childe there is more too him than that thank god 😭🙏)