#do you have a preference of what type of muffin??

[icyfox17]

:3?

HELP NO I DONTJTJTKGFKDS

ermmm i can ask my stepmom tho if u want LMAO

I am like Buck 1.0 i cant cook for shit, but my stepmom is like Bobby, she's been teaching me n stuff and shes amazing at cooking and all that jazz, and baking!! Every xmas she bakes like 10 diff types of cookies and they r all my fav thing ever

[icewindandboringhorror]

What would you choose? :0c

(note: original image is from HERE (link) - but I edited it to add a wider variety of options.. also added $3 extra to the total, even though I know that makes it more uneven lol, I thought if you're adding 10 whole extra items, the money to spend should at least be increased slightly, if that makes sense..)

[lijojo]

genshin men as one-night stands

premise: after a blurred night of passion, you try to leave your one-night stand's house. how do they convince you to stay?

tw: suggestive, minors dni

Spoils You Rotten

wakes you up to the smell of pancakes and coffee. usually, when you have one-night stands, you usually are quick to change and book it. but the smell of pancakes was just so heavenly, you let curiosity get the best of you.

when you get to the kitchen, you're welcomed to the sight of him in a frilly apron, flipping pancake batter on the pan. he hums to himself until he turns around to see you, gaping at him as if you'd just seen a ghost.

"good morning, love. do you want me to run the bath now? i know you're probably a little sore from yesterday. i have some scented candles in the cabinet, although i'm not sure which one you'd prefer so i wanted to wait for you to get up so you could choose."

"what—" you gulp, trying to process the sight before you.

he tilts his head, puzzled. "is something the matter, love?"

"i'm—i'm just surprised, is all," you try, "i didn't peg you as the type to have...um...one-night stands."

he chuckles, sliding the pancakes onto a plate. "i don't."

he turns to you, his eyes locked onto you. "you're not a one-night stand. i fully intend to get to know you better. now, i'd pick up that jaw off from the floor, dear. you're going to let the flies in."

snapping out of your bewilderment, you close your mouth.

"good. now, would you like to take a bath? the muffins should be done in ten. i can bring your breakfast over to you in a bath tray when it's ready. and maybe after..." he gives you an unexpected smile. "i can massage all your sore parts?"

zhongli, alhaitham, diluc, tighnari, kaeya, albedo

Will not physically let you leave the bed

you literally can't move. not even when you try. when you wake up, you find yourself in a bear trap. you're legs are tangled with someone else's their arms locked around your waist in a vice grip. instead of chirping birds, you hear the thudding heartbeat of their chest resting below your ear.

when you try to maneuver out of his hold, his arms only tighten around you more. he groans lowly in your ear, shifting a bit.

"what's the hold up?" he murmurs into the crown of your head. "stay."

so much for sneaking out unnoticed.

you stiffen at his morning voice. it's unexpectedly raspier than you'd expected. he takes the opportunity to kiss your forehead tenderly, a lot tenderly than a usual one-night stand would.

"i have some errands to run." it isn't entirely untrue. surely, there must be something you need to do today.

he stares at you for a long second before huffing. "five minutes won't hurt, those errands can wait."

"wait but—"

before you can brace for it, he's already turning on his side and taking you along with him. he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses.

"you weren't thinking of leaving right after a night of intimacy, right?" he mused. "i thought you enjoyed last night. i certainly did."

you flushed at the memories. as much as you wanted to leave as you'd planned, it was awfully comfortable in his embrace. it was warm, soft, and welcoming.

"stay for a little longer, okay?" he cooed into your ear, pulling the covers over you. "at least, long enough for round two."

scaramouche, cyno, thoma, kaveh, itto,

Finds excuses to make you stay

the moment you make any sign of leaving, he's already calling for you to help him with something.

you try getting out of his grasp first thing in the morning? he's asking for a kiss on the cheek to wake him up, he can't get up without it. picking up your clothes off the floor? he's already offering you an extra change of clothes, not to mention helping you put it on. he even smiles at your flustered state. getting ready to leave? he's tugging your sleeve, offering his many amenities at home that are seemingly much better quality than yours: his cleanser, his cute headbands, his moisturizers.

and you can't say no. not when he's giving you those eyes. so you end up staying.

in a blink of an eye, you find yourself suddenly helping him smooth out the outfit he asked you to choose for him, hands running down his torso. leaning towards you, you can feel his eyes digging into your skin.

"thank you, sweet thing," he says, pressing a kiss on your nose.

"it's no problem," you mumble. "but i really—"

"how about staying for a cup of water?" he offered. "you know how important it is that you drink water first thing in the morning. it's supposed to be good for your skin. digestion too."

"well, alright—"

"and while we're at it, what about a movie? i have some classics i've been dying to watch and it's always better to watch with somone else."

you end up staying wayyy longer than you expected doing the small things: sorting through books, doing face masks, watching halfway through a movie, eating breakfast together, helping him look for butterflies on his front yard, getting the mail together. all while the two of you exchange jokes.

by the time it's well into the afternoon, you finally snap out of your daze, realizing the time.

"you just noticed?" he grins. "how cute. well, thank you for putting up with my antics, sweet thing."

he kisses you softly on the mouth.

"think of this morning as an advertisement for the other mornings to come, whenever you want to stay the night again. you won't regret it."

kaveh, itto, childe, ayato, kazuha, venti,

[nanamiskentos]

going to a cafe with the jujutsu kaisen men a/n: (based on irl experience with a wide variety of subpar men) 😭 gojo's order being my order...aurkay!

gojo — def the type to walk in and push his sunglasses down to check out the place. his order def goes something like a venti caramel macchiato with almond milk, two pumps of vanilla and two pumps of hazelnut, and a little caramel swirl at the top. smiles and is friendly to all the baristas, he's never rude to workers. tells the barista is gojo, with an o. whoever's unfortunate enough to be stuck next to him is doomed to hear him wax poetic about how coffee beans are the soul of the earth, and its 'really deep, you wouldn't get it lol'. if you order a black coffee, he'll ask if everything is okay at home. can't leave the cafe without ordering a $8.00 sweet treat and then wondering why all his purchases are adding up

geto — walks in as if he's a regular and tells the barista that he'll have his 'regular'. the barista has never seen him before. probably orders a flat white, double shot of espresso, no foam. he always says he doesn't have to pretend to like foam because he's chill like that. he'll ask for the wifi password, but only so he can show off how good he is at working in a cafe, but his ass is on coolmathsgames. will nod and pretend to care about whatever you're saying but he's still thinking about coolmathsgames. will also drop random metaphors like 'life is just like coffee. you either take it strong or with sugar.' you tell him to save the bad metaphors for his cult.

nanami — doesn't wander or hesitate when he enters the cafe. checks his watch every five minute. orders a black coffe, medium, and adds one packet of sugar. he's pretty good at ordering what he wants efficiently, and it leaves even the barista worried. he's here to relax so don't ask him any unnecessary question because this man needs a break. actually enjoys eavesdropping on people's conversations, and ends up tilting his angle to snoop on gossip better. avoids small talk like its another curse. you can't really make him react too much in a cafe, unless you spill coffee on his freshly pressed suit. will be passive aggressive and suggest that the cafe chooses better music. likes a good, dependable pastry. apple danishes are a favourite.

sukuna — prefers tea, without debate. but still orders relatively normal things. likes a good latte with chocolate syrup. but the king of curses kinda has to look cool, so he powers his way through a black coffee, with no sugar or milk. you swear his eyes are tearing up as he pretends to like it. after every sip of coffee, he sighs really loudly and it gets a bit annoying. even after you ask what's wrong, he says its nothing and continues to sigh loudly. nanami may be the one who eavesdrops, but sukuna is the one who interferes. will turn around in his chair to give unsolicited advice, but he genuinely thinks he's being helpful by telling schoolgirls to buy cleavers to chop their friends' hands off. is mildly offended when they move tables and give him weird looks. passes loud comments on other people and tells couples when he thinks they will breakup. attempts to connect to the wifi three times before threatening to burn the router.

toji — the barista asks if he wants a pastry with his drink and he asks 'do i look like the type of man to eat a muffin?' but if they're free, he'll take two. sits with his back to the wall like he's in a mob movie. god help anyone who sits too close to him, he really just doesn't trust anyone in his personal space. doesn't even acknowledge the existence of others until he's had at least three sips of his coffee. you could tell him his house is on fire, and he’d just mutter that he can't do anything about it now. types the wifi password on his phone with one finger like a caveman. tells parents to 'control their spawn' but entertains kids with coin tricks when no-one is looking. sometimes struggles to fit the lid on his go-to cup, and refuses to asks for help. wrestles with it for five minutes, getting increasingly annoyed before rushing out the door.

choso (this one is dedicated to pookie @creamflix) — frowns at the menu like it's written in an ancient language, like wtf is affogato. if someone behinds him coughs, he scolds them and says he's going as fast as he cans. spends 10 minutes deciding and then panics at the last second, tells the barista to give him whatever. if the barista asks any follow up questions (like milk preferences) he genuinely short circuits, "what kinds of milk are there?" he's genuinely baffled that there are options beyond 'cow.' he'll point at a pastry and ask what's in it. the barista explains and he replies with 'okay i trust you.' always ends up picking a wobbly table by accident and spends 15 minutes trying to fix it with folded napkins. if someone asks to share his table, he'll look like they just asked for his kidneys. if someone asks for his opinion on his pastry, its always a dumbass cryptic answer like 'its interesting.' uses his phone on full brightness and everyone can see him look up 'how to pronounce cafe au lait.' cleans up after himself because he's nice like that. if the staff get his order wrong, he never says anything even if it tastes like dirt.

[bluesidez]

GymRat!Miguel Part 2

content warning: mentions of food because big boys gotta eat, there’s a ref photo for an outfit in here that is unfortunately NOT a plus-size girl 😞 (I couldn’t find a big girl wearing an outfit like that for the life of me, but let’s use our imagination), 18+ towards the end so MDNI!

word count: 1.7k (not very drabble-like, ik) kinda proofread

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GymRat!Miguel who wakes up when his 6 am alarm rings, eyes tired and bleary. His roommate is sound asleep, thank god, and Miguel is just staring at the ceiling for a good 10 minutes before he decides to move. He has an 8 am and he needs some type of breakfast before he heads to class.

GymRat!Miguel who uses the college cafeteria to his full advantage. He made sure that his dad’s money went to the highest meal plan. One free meal plan a day and a loaded campus card for everything else. He stacks his plate high with everything the cafeteria is offering today. Sausages, eggs, 2 bananas, a blueberry muffin, and a protein shake he brought from his room.

GymRat!Miguel who made friends with one of the cafeteria ladies, Ms. Beatrice, by the third week of school. She noticed how much he visited the cafeteria and always snuck him an extra treat from the kitchen when she saw him.

“I missed you last Tuesday!” she says, squeezing his shoulder when she walks up to his table. She slides a wrapped egg sandwich across the table. “I was saving some extra cookies for you, but you were nowhere to be found.”

Miguel thanks her, happy to have something light for later, “Ah, I was stuck in the library doing a group project. Sorry about that, Ms. Beatrice.”

“As long as you’re getting your education, I don’t mind,” she says, hands on her hips. “Don’t go out there skipping class now, ok?”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Miguel says, waving her goodbye. His mom would kill him if that ever happened. Not that he would tell her, she just had a sixth sense for his “fuck-ups.”

GymRat!Miguel who makes it to his class fifteen minutes early to arrange his part of his desk to his liking. Sometimes he feels so embarrassed when he needs to grab something in the middle of class, his ears hyperfocusing on every little noise he makes in quiet, crowded areas. He always makes sure to get out his laptop, a pen, a pencil, a highlighter, a notebook, some white-out, and a water jug. He prefers to be over-prepared.

GymRat!Miguel who’s feeling anxious when the sorority girls pass by his table, giggling and twirling their hair. They attempt to make conversation with him, speaking ill of the professor. He just nods along for the sake of being a gentleman. He thought the professor’s Millennial attempts at Gen Z jokes were kind of funny, albeit very 2010. He didn’t have the heart to tell them he actually enjoyed the lectures.

GymRat!Miguel who’s never been more excited for a lecture to start in his life. He didn’t know many more “wow”’s snd “that’s crazy”’s he had left in him. The noise of the ice hitting their plastic coffee cups as they struggled to get every drop out was starting to grate against his ears. He missed you and your sticker-covered water bottle. He looked over at his jug and smiled when he saw the ‘Game Over’ sticker you gifted him before the last lab. You noticed his joystick keychain and felt that his water bottle was empty.

GymRat!Miguel who declines the girls’ offer to join them on a morning jog after. He liked to work out in solitude and morning jogs with them would mean conversation. He would also have to be extra conscious about what he wore. No older lady walking her dog needed to spot him jogging with shorts that were too short for his own good and a tank top cut so deep that it was like string on his chest.

GymRat!Miguel who decides to head to the library in between class to kill time. He figured he can see if there are any science fiction he can check out to read in his free time. As he walks there, he opens Instagram to scroll. No, he has not been checking the app since this morning to see if you let him in, he’s not a freak. He stops walking when he checks his notifs to see that you accepted his follow request. He wastes no time to click your page again and is bombarded with tons of photos.

GymRat!Miguel who has to close the app immediately when he sees your first photo. It's a picture of you outside of a restaurant in a knitted two-piece. The top is open just a bit to see your chest and the long skirt is low enough to see a part of your stomach peeking through. Your smile is radiant and the caption is something about congratulating someone. You look delectable and Miguel can’t afford to run back to his dorm to let his mind wander over it right now.

GymRat!Miguel who gets another notification as he steps into his dorm room after his last class of the day and sees that you’ve liked and commented on his most recent post. It’s a mirror picture of him flexing his arm after his last work out. His shorts are riding high on his thighs and the curve of his ass is very noticeable. Gabriel had blew up his phone with voice memos of him cackling after he posted it.

“Looking good!! 🫣 Get those gains Miguel! 💪🏾”

Miguel runs a victory lap in his dorm room, thankful that his roommate wouldn’t be back until that night. He’s jumping and punching the air excitedly as if he were a boxer. If he wasn’t fearful of busting his ass, he’d do a backflip. Take that, Gabri.

GymRat!Miguel who decides to go back to your account, running on the hype of that one compliment from you. He stares at that first photo again, still mesmerized as if he didn’t see it earlier. He gives a like and starts typing.

“Wow…”

No, that’s corny.

“Loving the blue…”

Is he a frat guy?

“You look stunning”

Was that too much? He decides to add on a heart eyes emoji, afraid he might be coming on too strong.

GymRat!Miguel who goes a little further down your page. There’s a photo of you in a crochet cover up, your swimsuit peaking through the material. He groans as he slides to the next picture and the top of your cover up is off and it’s just a view of your back with your bikini string wrapped around it. Your lower half is in the water and if he can imagine it just enough, he can feel himself right behind you, taking in the view of your ass against him.

He’s hard. Again.

He decides to just let everything hang while he has the dorm to himself. His boxers are to his ankles as he sits on the bed, back against the wall. He keeps staring at your swimsuit pictures. Your breasts pushed together while you lean over the boat. Your hips swaying in a clip of you dancing with your friends. Your stomach on display as you lay in the sand, ready for him to squeeze.

He grit his teeth as he played the clips over and over again, his hand moving fast to bring him his relief. He closed his eyes and imagined he was there, watching you swaying before him. He would join you, grab your hips and let you guide him in the dance. He felt faint as he let go, voice shouting and white splattered across his shirt and fist.

He breathes fast, trying to calm down. He decides to like the photo dump and comment some aimless beach emojis under the post. It was the least he could do after using it to get off. How embarrassing.

GymRat!Miguel who jumps when his phone dings again. He was prepping to go to the gym when your response comes flying to his phone. His heart picks up when he sees you replied to his comment.

“That is so sweet of you to say! 🥺 Thank you 🥰”

He doesn’t know if you took it as a friendly gesture or a sign that he wanted you. Either way, he’s over the moon. There’s a pep in his step as he blasts Super Shy in his ears on the way to the gym. He had a new motivation to push harder in his sets.

GymRat!Miguel who tacks on 10 extra pounds during his arm workout. The guys in the gym are eyeing him in wonder and horror as he uses the 70lb weights for tricep extensions. He thinks of seeing you in lab later that week and decides to do some hip thrusts.

He can never be over-prepared.

GymRat!Miguel who decides to take a picture at the end of his work out to post on his story. He’s sweating, hair dripping towards the ends, his chest glistening. The angle is awkward as he moves the camera below him and flexes an arm for the picture. The story was meant for one girl and one girl only, so he didn’t really care how silly it looked to others.

GymRat!Miguel who almost fist pumps on the walk home when you like his story and leave a reply. He checks the private messages, grin on his face before he even reads what you have to say.

“Looks like you had a nice workout. I might have to join you next time and get some tips 🤔”

Miguel swiped the app up and texted Gabriel:

“Don’t ever question my game again”

"? Wtf are you talking about"

Miguel opened up his messages with you again and replied to text him whenever and he’d be happy to help.

GymRat!Miguel who winds down for the night, scrolling on his phone before he closes his eyes. Of course you posted a story and of course he pressed it within record speed.

It was a photo of you laying down all bundled up with a cute ‘good night’ gif moving across the bottom. You had on a spaghetti strap tank top and if your blanket wasn’t in the way, he’s sure he would see more than that.

You looked soft, adorable, kissable.

He liked the story and responded back a “good night” and closed his phone. He wanted you to visit him in his dreams once more.

dividers by: @gigittamic 🩵

a/n: tumblr mobile kept deleting full paragraphs of my draft. not happy about that because I kept losing my flow. 😒 it happened like THREE TIMES 😭

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[unholyhelbig]

Can I please pleaseeee request a story with Ava Starr. Ava being super touch starved (because let's be honest, she definitely is 😭) and basically breaking down the first time the reader hugs her? Pretty much not knowing what to do with herself because of it?

Some hurt/comfort with sweet Ava, she deserves more love 🥺🤍 thank you!

Title: Landslide

Ship: Female!Reader x Ava Starr

Warnings: hurt/comfort, blood, broken nose, mentions of cannon-typical violence, childhood trauma, honestly just trauma in general if we're being honest, arguing, and horrible grammar (I don't proofread!)

Summary: Glimpses into a new Thunderbolts recruit building a relationship with Ava Starr, despite the trauma they both have to overcome.

My everything taglist 💕: @thinking1bee (Let me know if you want to be added!)

[A/n: Went a little overboard with this one but uhhh, I do enjoy this version or reader, especially with Ava.]

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The pack that occupied the tower reminded you of feral dogs. There had been more than one occasion where you had entered into the kitchen: heard Yelena and John growling over the last muffin. On those mornings, you removed yourself from the situation. There were too many knives in the vicinity to bring you any type of comfort.

Breakfast could be had at the coffee shop around the corner, and you could spare getting an artery clipped in the process.

You weren’t like them, not originally, and they still regarded you as such. Valentina had moved you into one of the spare rooms with he promise of improved optics. The Golden Child of the new Avengers, a face that people could trust despite the horrors you had committed with the same hands that politicians begged to shake.

So, you stayed quiet, and endured the group meetings without any real stock in them. They had a strange bond that was solidified by the darkness of the void. You hadn’t asked about their first mission as a team. The term was loose, from what you had heard, something to tip-toe around.

It didn’t escape you that you lived with six other enemies of the state that had their own quirks, their own strengths and angers. Their own teeth that would be so easy to bare in the face of confrontation. But, it had been a month, almost two, and you were yet to be snapped at by sharpened canines.

You only let your shoulders drop when you entered the elevator. The death trap of a lift in an half-renovated building was much preferred to the argument unfolding in the kitchen. Your eyes fluttered shut, head leaning against the glass wall behind you.

“Such a horrible day and it’s merely eight in the morning.”

“Fuck!”

Your heart jumped into your throat, hand clutching the phantom pears around your neck. You’d huddled yourself into the corner of the elevator. It hadn’t slowed to a stop and you weren’t to the lobby floor yet.

“Right. Good morning to you too, Ava.”

Where the others were loud in their ferality, Ava took on soft edges. She was silent when she moved, flickering into spaces and regarding you as if she were guarding something, and perhaps she was. There was something she needed to protect, and you hadn’t puzzled her out yet.

“Yelena and John duking it out in the kitchen again?”

“Yup.”

You popped the ‘p’ and relaxed back into your stance, eyes watching the red mechanical numbers above the doors slide lower and lower until you’d be back in the bustling world of the city. It was easy to slip into a world of faces you didn’t recognize and faces that didn’t recognize you.

Ava was dressed comfortably, a cardigan that made you itch to smooth your hand over her shoulders, the feel the knitted fuzz. She smelled like strawberry shampoo mixed with vanilla, and it filled the elevator until you felt heady on it.

The silence was heavy, but not uncomfortable. She allowed you to exit the elevator first, followed at half a pace behind. “Headed to Monroe’s?”

“You know it?”

“Best pastries on this side of the Hudson.”

You nodded with a smile that up-ticked the corners of your lips. You had to admit, it was nice having someone to walk next to, hands shoved into the pockets of your jacket. The day was still early, and the morning sun hadn’t particularly broken through the clouds yet. There was a warm light to the day that promised a scorching afternoon.

“So, uh, what’s your story?”

“What makes you assume I have a story?”

Ava laughed, a quiet thing. “Oh, come on, y/l/n, Valentina added you to the team without a second consideration. She’s done this to all of us to keep a better eye on her assets. None of us are daft, just damaged.” She nudged your shoulder “So what’s yours?”

“My damage?”

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, the bell above Monroe’s door chimed. You held it open for Ava, let your gaze wander across her figure. Your cheeks heated up at the shameless gawking. It was something you didn’t pride yourself in, but you were not immune to the beauty she possessed.

The scent of freshly baked dough and caramelized sugar clung to your throat. Your stomach clenched at the thought of caffeine to restart your nervous system. You stood next to Ava as she ordered, pretending to read the menu.

You ordered the same thing every time, a strawberry Danish and a medium black coffee that was filled with two sugars and a splash of creamer. The woman behind the counter, a slight thing named Maddie, had already punched in your usual with raised eyebrows.

Ava requested a bagel and an orange juice and fretted at you when you produced a card. “You don’t have to pay.”

“I’m not, I took this out of Val’s purse, and she hasn’t noticed yet. I doubt she will.”

You tapped the card before putting it back into your pocket, but you caught the first genuine smile on Ava’s lips that you’d ever earned from her. You handed Ava her drink, took your own as you tried to ignore the knowing look that Maddie shot you through blushed cheeks.

She held the door for you this time, and just like the look from the barista, you struggled to dismiss the feeling of Ava’s eyes tracing your own figure. It flared a fondness within you, a heavy sense of pride. Instead of heading back towards the tower, the two of you wordlessly continued on, enjoying the semi-empty streets.

“I’m her baby sister.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Earlier, you asked me what my damage was. I suppose it could be association that makes her feel the need to keep an eye on me. She’s never trusted me, I’ve known that for my entire life, just never thought she’d give me an ultimatum to get me under her thumb.”

Ava had taken a bite of her bagel, but hadn’t chewed it yet. Instead, she watched you with the eyes of a frightened dog, her saliva softening the hand-stretched bread. Slowly, she gnawed at the fodder.

“Val is your… sister?”

“Biologically yes. Emotionally? Fuck no. Non siamo mai andati d'accordo. I’ve earned stealing her platinum card. What is she going to do, fire me?”

“Kill you?”

You laughed, something from the belly that made your eyes water. Your hand tightened around the foam cup of coffee until you could feel the heat of it pushing past your hand. Once you had your fill, you took a sip. “That’s funny, but no. She knows that I can take her out with a pen cap or a paperclip.”

“Cocky, aren’t we?”

“With good reason.” You smirked, taking another gulp of scalding liquid. “Valentina, she lead the Italian mob right to our family. She was just a kid, six. But she watched as my papà was shot straight through the heart. I was nothing but a baby. Val was sent to live in the states and my care was taken over by my uncle. I stayed in Italy. Got into the family business.”

It seemed as if she did too, just in a quieter, sneakier way. Val climbed her way up the political chain. Ava was watching you carefully, having finished off her own breakfast. You hadn’t caught her off guard, if anyone asked, but no one would.

“The difference between myself and my sister, is that she hires people to do her dirty work. I’m the one people hire to handle things.” You shook your head, “I was trained to clean things up. To make it look like it was an accident.”

“Made into a weapon.” Ava finished, her voice filled with despair. “S.H.I.E.L.D saw an opportunity in my affliction. They built me a containment suit so I could control my phasing and trained me to be a stealth operative. They weaponized me. I stole for them. Spied for them. I killed for them. And in exchange for my soul... they were going to cure me. They lied.”

A long breath escaped you “Seems like we both got the short end of the stick, huh?”

“Yeah,” She scoffed “We did.”

Another day, another argument blooming within the residential part of the tower. You were stretched out across the sofa, muscles aching and eyes half-lidded as you to ice your knee with a pack of frozen peas. There was a book resting on your chest that you couldn’t quite digest.

Bob, in a rare moment of bravery, was in Walkers face. He was posturing, his hands trembling with anger. You weren’t sure what had caused the argument, not paying attention to either of them. Ava wandered into the room, lingered by the entertainment center, giving you a questioning stare. You simply shrugged.

“If you know what’s good for you, Bobbie, you’ll walk away right now.”

“Yeah, and what if I don’t?”

Walker lunged forward without warning, shoulder connecting with Bob’s abdomen and knocking them both to the ground. Despite the pain in your knee you rabbited from the sofa, hands looping around Bob’s midsection. Ava went the other way, grabbing Walker by the collar of his shirt and tugging him backwards.

“Hey, hey, hey!” You shoved Bob against the nearest wall, holding him still with your hand as he attempted to flail his way back to Walker without a real plan. “Relax! Both of you.”

John’s elbow surged back on instinct, or in anger. Whatever it was, his elbow cracked into Ava’s nose, silencing the chaos in the room. Syrupy strings of blood dripped from her face. You could tell that it slid down her throat with the unsavory grimace she made.

Before you could fully grab ahold on your temper, you had let go of Bob and crossed the room, scrunching John’s shirt in your fists and pulling him close. “What the hell is wrong with you, huh?”

“Whoa, whoa! Fucking relax!”

“You want me to relax? I’ve been watching the six of you go at each-others throats for months. I thought you were a team, huh? This isn’t what teams do. They don’t hit their own.”

“And you know so much about that. You’re just a glorified babysitter, y/l/n. A plant for your dictator of a sister to keep an eye on us.” He got close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath. “You’ll never be one of us.”

“If I was a babysitter, Walker, you’d be on the other end of a gun by now, but murder is frowned upon for Avengers. Both of you got cool off. Ava, you’re with me.”

She snorted behind the hand clenched to her nose. A hideous type of red was gushing through her fingers. You weren’t going to hold your breath for Walker to apologize, but he bumped your shoulder and dropped down onto the couch. Bob frowned, crossed his arms over his chest, but didn’t protest.

“You’re not in charge, you know?” Ava’s voice came out nasally. She allowed you to lead her towards the nearest bathroom despite her grumpiness. “I don’t have to listen to you.”

“You’re right, you don’t. You wanna reset your own nose?”

Again, she grumbled. You ushered her to sit on the closed toilet seat, struggled to coax her into moving her palm away from her face. It didn’t look as bad as you thought, despite taking the elbow of a super-soldier to the face.

You grabbed one of the towels and soaked it in warm water. As gently as possible, you took hold of her chin. She dragged in a sharp breath through clenched teeth, but you started to work away at the red pigment. It was starting to bruise in an ugly purple and blue around the bottom of her eyes.

Deep green eyes peered into yours, shockingly tender under your touch. “My foster father used to do this for me. When I got too stubborn and stupid to do things properly. For a while, I almost wanted to get hurt. To fail the missions, because that would be easier.”

“Are you saying I remind you of your father?”

“No, no.” She huffed, winced at the sudden rush of air through her nostrils that splayed warmth upon your cheeks. “You remind me of someone who cares.”

“Well, in that case, thank you for letting me.”

She swallowed hard, eyes dipping from your own as you continued your ministrations, nothing but gentle. She was leaning into your palm, ever so slightly, seeking your comfort, your steadiness. Of course, you wouldn’t say a word about it.

“No, I refuse.” Your voice came out hard, sharp in all the wrong ways, as it usually did when your older sister was involved. Her assistant, the one who reminded you of a mouse, so skittish and wide-eyed, tightened her grip on her tablet. “Consider it turned down.”

Val glowered at you over the rim of her frosted martini glass. The vodka that permeated the glass was glacial clear. She twirled the toothpick that held two olives on the end. When Val tilted her head like this, you knew you had overstepped, and you knew you didn’t care.

“sweetie, you don’t get to say no to me, you’re my employee, or did you forget?”

“Not when you remind me every six minutes, no.” You shoved your hands in your pockets. “Why do you really want me here, Val? I can’t just be for optics.”

“Optics? Please, y/n, if I wanted you to be the actual face of the Avengers I would make you get a boob job first. You’re simply here to do my bidding in the safety of this city instead of in Italy where you could single-handedly cause a political crisis.”

“Stop while you’re ahead, you’ll start to sound like you actually care about me, la caposala.”

“Is it so hard to believe that I do?”

“if you did, you wouldn’t be asking me to do this. So again, I decline. Find another mercenary, I’m sure you have dozens at your disposal. I took this job as a favor for you and now you want me to walk back on everything and perform a hit, just to boost your ratings?”

“She um,” the assistant broke the tension with a squeaky fear. “She has a point, ma’am.”

“Whose side are you on, Mel? Because I suggest it should be the woman who writes your paychecks.”

“Hire someone else.” You snapped, pushing away from the mirrored bar. You stalked towards the elevator, shaking your head, trying to quell the headache that was starting to form at your temple. “Oddio, la follia è una caratteristica ricorrente in questa dannata famiglia.”

“And give me back my platinum card!”

You waved her off, decided to take the nearby stairwell instead to cool off before entering into the warzone that was your current living space. You nearly tripped over the woman in the corridor, stabilizing yourself between the floors.

Ava gawked up at you, one leg spread over the step she sat on, the other pulled up to her chest. She was flipping through a magazine. She was wearing her comfort cardigan, pulled it down over her wrists to combat the cold of the cement stairway.

“You trying to kill me, Starr?”

“If I was hired to kill you, I’d do it with more flare than tripping you down the stairs.” She patted the step below her. “Sit. You don’t want to be in there right now.”

“Walker insight more violence?”

“Alexi, actually. Something about uniforms and branding. Better to stay out of it either way.”

You groaned as you lowered yourself onto the concrete, instantly soothed by it’s coolness. Your cheeks were flushed, your entire body warm from your conversation with Valentina. Your shoulder was barely touching Ava’s, but she tensed regardless. You didn’t scoot over.

“You’re uh… not used to people touching you, are you?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

She said it all in an exhale, frowning at an article that she wasn’t reading. You studied her profile, the slope of her slightly crooked nose and the splash of freckles that spanned across her nose and cheeks. Ava flipped another page before turning her gaze on you. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing. I just… you flinch every time our hands brush, or when I use my hands for anything other than violence. So, what’s your damage?”

Ava laughed, the sound stilted, but without malice. “What if no hands have tried to touch me with anything other than violence?”

“I’d say that’s something that’s bound to change,” Your voice dropped to a whisper, testing the waters, knowing that she was skittish in a different way that Mel the assistant was. “if you let it.”

“You’re cute, darling, but my pants have too many buttons to unlatch.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter Ava Starr!” You nudged her again. “I was thinking more of a hug.”

“A hug?”

You hummed and nodded your head, accepting her silence as consideration. She tracked your features. There was something heavy in her eyes, something beautiful and vulnerable like a storm rolling into shore. But her shoulders dropped minutely, letting a bit of vulnerability slip through her fingers.

The next word was whispered, a dull purr. If you weren’t so close to her, you wouldn’t have heard it. But, it was there, a thawed breath that tickled your collarbone. “Okay.”

You nodded, afraid that any words would break the placid state of her. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a hug, not one that you initiated out of kindness. Not one that didn’t cradle your victim to the ground, but you knew the motions well enough.

With a tranquility unmatched, you hooked your arms around her, pulling Ava flush against your body. She was stiff, the angle uncomfortable at first until she allowed herself to relax, to soften in your arms. Her nose found a way to the small of your neck, chilly and tickling. One hand rested on the back of her head, the other secured her chest close to your own.

It took you a few moments to realize that she was trembling, hand curled between both of your chests, she was gripping the fabric of your shirt, wetting it with tears that fell without warrant. “I-I’m sorry I don’t.”

“You’re okay, it’s okay.”

At the reassurance, she burrowed closer, filling your senses with the subtle sweetness of her perfume. The strength of her body, hard with muscle but soft with exhaustion all at once. The cardigan was soft, smelled so much like her that you threatened to melt yourself. The two of you fell into one another with the grace of an open wound.

The subtlety of a landslide.

[whateverwillbewilderme]

General headcanons for the OUAW crew

I just think they’re neat :) idk what else to call these but general relationship headcanons

Frost 🐅

- rubs his face against you affectionately (his whiskers tickle and he knows, he just likes to mess with you)

- when y’all stand next to each other, he’ll flick you with his tail while pretending he isn’t doing anything.

- when y’all sleep together, he traces shapes into your skin with his claws.

- tigers can’t purr but this is dnd and I can say what I want, so he does purr himself to sleep.

- Makes muffins with his paws in his sleep

- Makes you sit with him when he meditates because he thinks you need it more than he does (but knows you won’t do it if he doesn’t do it with you).

Gricko🦉

- pretends that his index fingers are drumsticks and plays a ‘sick’ drum solo on any table he’s sitting at

- Grickos the type of guy to learn how to braid his s/o’s hair if it was long enough so if you have long hair expect him to pout and complain until you let him braid it.

- pretends to be sick whenever y’all wake up and says that yours and Hootsies love will cure him.

- Secretly loves bumping his nose against yours when you lean in to kiss him.

- When you’re mad at him he’ll sit next to you with Hootsie in his lap and tell her how much he loves you so that you’ll overhear. “And they’re so nice, and they are so talented, and they love me very much even though they’re mad at me :)”

Kremy🐊

- makes you sit with him while he cooks. Even if neither of you are talking he just likes to share the space with you.

- Speaking of the kitchen, it’s his favorite place to dance with you. While he lets his dishes simmer over the stove, he’s laughing and dancing with you.

- You’re his go to taste tester. “Here Cher, is it too spicy?”. Your taste preferences always come first and everyone else knows it.

- Gator courting rituals ❤️❤️❤️ he’s rubbing up against you and bellowing at random.

- Likes to share a nice bath with you and flick you with water with his tail.

- Is cold blooded so as much as he hates to admit it, he loves cuddling with you.

Gideon🔥

- this man loves to puff his chest out and do ‘manly’ things for you. “You need help lifting that? Yeah you do give it here >:)”

- Let’s you help him shave, says he can never get a clean cut like you can.

- If you smoke, he gets cocky and shotguns smoke with you.

- When y’all sit next to each other his hand stays planted on your thigh, squeezing and groping at it whenever he catches your eye in conversation.

- Picks you up for no reason. If he’s tired and wants to go to bed he just slings you over his shoulder. If you’re talking to someone else for too long he just picks you up by the waist and give the other person the stink eye for taking your attention.

Torbek🪳🧸

- Needy needy bugbear man

- Yearns to be held at all times. He inches closer to you until you either wrap your arm around him or let him lay his head in your lap.

- Threw clementine away when he realized he loved you “Torbek is sorry about this…”

- He’s a bad kisser but it’s okay cause he’s cute and means well.

- Loves when you bathe with him. He’ll stay soggy forever if it means you’ll play with his fur.

- When you’re not looking Torbek sprays himself down with your perfume so he can smell and be close to you even when you’re not around (he wastes a lot of perfume doing this)

[eriace]

jealous gremlin ; dazai osamu

oneshot & fluff ↪ in which y/n is definitely not jealous of dazai charming a barista, even though she’s steaming like an overworked espresso machine. ↷ dazai osamu ; bungou stray dogs

↳ an order of iced chai latte from @stellas-starry-sillies13 in the comeback cafe event !

Y/N PRIDED HERSELF on being mature, composed, and utterly unbothered. She really did.

Except when Dazai Osamu turned on the charm for the fourth barista this week and got a free muffin again.

She was not jealous. That would be childish. Immature. Illogical.

She just happened to be gripping her cup so tightly the cardboard sleeve was crumpling into modern art.

Dazai, lounging at their usual café table, tilted his head as he nibbled on his complimentary blueberry muffin.

“You’re awfully quiet today, belladonna.”

Y/n hummed through clenched teeth. “Am I?”

His smile twitched.

“I could practically hear your brain going ‘who’s calling my phone (who’s calling that shi)’ from across the room.”

She flushed. She did stim like that sometimes, but that wasn’t the point.

The point was why she was mentally screaming. The point was—

“Dazai,” she said slowly, “do you… flirt with everyone who hands you pastries?”

He blinked at her.

“Would you prefer I flirted only with people who hand me knives?”

“That’s not what I—!” she nearly choked. “You know what I mean!”

“Do I?” he mused, voice lilting with faux innocence.

Y/n buried her face in her hands. “You’re impossible.”

There was a beat of silence before Dazai’s voice softened.

“Wait. Are you… jealous?”

Her head shot up. “No!” she blurted far too quickly. “Why would I be jealous? That’s ridiculous! I’m not jealous of a barista! Or muffins! I’m just—”

“You like me.”

She froze.

Dazai leaned in, the amused glint in his eyes replaced by something gentler.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“Y-You—! You can’t just—!” Her brain completely short-circuited.

“I’m flattered, belladonna,” he said, tilting his head with a grin. “But you didn’t have to go full jealous gremlin to get my attention.”

“I— You—!” She groaned, sliding down in her seat. “I was so cool in my head.”

He reached over and poked her cheek, laughing softly.

“You’re always cool to me.”

And just like that, her heart did a somersault.

So maybe she was a jealous gremlin sometimes. But apparently, that was Dazai’s type.

© eriace ;; don’t repost my works.

[harmonicakai]

Be Around Me

Part 1 of the "Love is Embarrassing" series

Pairing: Gyuvin x Reader, Ricky x Reader (one-sided), Haobin crumbs, Jiwoong x Reader teeny tiny crumbs 

Summary: Gyuvin is the type of guy to get flustered over everything, but little does he know that you secretly think it makes him even cuter.

Tropes: basketball star!gyuvin, journalist!reader, college AU, basketball!zb1, frat!zb1, secret admirer, fluff, slow burn, crack, unrequited love, mutual pining, gyuvin is a LOSER

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Ricky is annoying lol, mentions of masturbation and sex (mdni!!!)

A/N: y’all will have pry zb1 college basketball au from my cold dead hands!!!!!!!! also for once in my life, y/n is not super insecure we cheered!!

FIC INSPIRED SPOTIFY PLAYLIST <3

“It's obvious she's so out of reach And I'm finding it hard 'cause She makes me feel, makes me feel Like I try, like I try, like I'm trying too hard” —Try Hard, 5 Seconds of Summer

On the court, Kim Gyuvin is the star player of the Wakefield Roses. With his long limbs, he handles the ball with ease, capturing the hearts of everybody in the crowd every time he grins after scoring a basket.

Off the court, he’s an awkward mess. Combine that with the fact that you, the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, are usually the one covering games for the school news, and he’s a goner.

As if it isn’t hard enough for him to make eye contact with the camera, he also has to make sure he doesn’t stare too hard at your shiny hair or glossy lips. His teammates would never let him live it down if he was caught being an absolute creep on video.

What started out as a little crush has grown into a deep admiration. He reads every article that you put out into the school newspaper, sometimes even cutting out the ones you’ve written about him and his team. Everybody makes fun of him for being too scared to just ask you out.

He’s never been one to flirt with girls, but the way you make conversations so easy during interviews, even when he’s stumbling over his words, makes him feel at ease around you. Still, he wonders how much of it is just your journalist persona versus you actually liking him.

Sharing a double with Ricky means he gets exiled a lot in the name of his roommate getting laid. Sometimes, you come back from getting your morning coffee and catch him sleeping on one of the lounge’s couches.

One morning, when your arms are full of pastries that you intend to hoard in your dorm for the upcoming week, you spot him curled up yet again on your way back to your room. 

Without much thought, you stop to leave a muffin and a little note next to it on the table in front of him, conveniently forgetting to sign your name.

It began with cutesy but vague things, like “breakfast for a champion,” but quickly escalated as soon as Gyuvin started leaving notes back for you. 

After a couple exchanges, he even wrote that you didn’t need to be leaving him food at all and that he just wanted to know who you were. Truthfully, you had a really big crush on Gyuvin, but didn’t everybody?

Despite being a bit camera shy, he was always so sweet before and after your interviews, doing his best to make small talk and smiling his smile that could make anybody swoon. 

Plus, you’ve seen how much more comfortable he is with other people, even the cheerleaders, who are all super pretty. He must just be really nice.

So, you continue to leave the notes unsigned, despite each one growing in flirtation. You like the thrill of being mysterious, but you’re mostly just scared of getting rejected since he’s never given you a reason to think he likes you back.

It isn’t until Ricky catches you one morning, a sly grin on his face when he sees you leaving a whole stack of notes on the table.

When you lock eyes with Gyuvin’s roommate, you know the jig is up. Surely, he’ll tell him it’s been you all along.

“Y/N,” Ricky nods when you approach him, his arms crossed. “I have to say, I had my suspicions.”

“Listen, Ricky, I would prefer if we could keep this between us.”

“Gyuvin’s been going on and on about some secret admirer for weeks now. It’s cruel that you won’t tell him who you are.”

“He’s welcome to stop writing back if he doesn’t want to,” you shrug, although it would probably devastate you if that actually happened.

“Oh, trust me, he wants to. Especially if he found out it was you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just that every time he finishes an interview with you, he might always run home and lock himself in our bathroom because you get him so riled up. If you know what I mean.”

Your eyes go wide at the revelation. Ricky is surely just messing with you. “That’s—that’s not funny, Ricky. You shouldn’t joke about those kinds of things.”

“I’m not joking,” he chuckles. “Listen, Zeta Beta Omega is throwing a party tonight and the whole team will be there. You should come.”

“I don’t do parties,” you scoff. “Why would you even want me there?”

“Because maybe after a few drinks, you and Gyuvin won’t be so scared to tell each other how you feel. Then you guys can knock off this silly game and he can stop whining about not knowing who his mystery girl is.”

“And go back to whining about how all his roommate does is kick him out every night so he can fuck whoever he lays his eyes on?”

“Exactly. See, Y/N, you get me,” he practically purrs. “So, you show up looking all pretty and talk to my poor, lovesick roomie, and I won’t spill your little secret. Deal?”

“Ugh, fine, I guess. I can’t believe you’re blackmailing me. Deal.”

“Trust me, it’s for your own good, sweetheart.”

You cringe at the pet name. “Is this how you talk to everybody?”

“Yes. Why? Is it working? Are you going to start leaving me notes too?”

“Enjoy the rest of your morning, Ricky. I’ll see you later,” you say, walking past him. Even if he’s annoying, it’s genuinely impressive how he managed to brush off every insult you threw his way.

“See you, Y/N.” You don’t even have to look back at him to know that he winked as he said that.

—————-

Gyuvin knows that staying up all night waiting around for his mystery girl would be an invasion of privacy. At least he thinks the person who keeps leaving him baked goods and notes is a girl. Or maybe he’s just being hopeful that it’s you.

He’s never seen your handwriting before, but he’s been close enough to smell your perfume and he swears he can catch hints of it wafting off the sticky notes.

In fact, he’s started looking forward to Ricky kicking him out of their shared bedroom just because he knows he’ll be waking up to the sweetest surprise when he sleeps in the lounge.

Tonight’s party should be a good distraction from all of the wondering. Maybe, if he’s drunk enough, Ricky will be more embarrassing than alluring and Gyuvin will get to sleep in his own bed. Still, he can’t get this morning’s notes off his mind. 

You’ve left him clues, little doodles of your favorite things. Your coffee order, favorite color, favorite animal, and so on. He’s hoping you’ll be at tonight’s party so he can see if you mention any of the stuff drawn out, but you never show up to these kinds of things.

That was before Ricky got involved. You stood outside the ZBO frat house wearing your worst sneakers and a baby pink minidress, as suggested by one of your suitemates.

If only you didn’t show up by yourself. There were a few familiar faces from class, and of course, the entire basketball team, but nobody you were really friends with. All you could focus on was how sticky the floor was and how much you needed a drink.

“Hi,” you say, finally making your way over to the bartender. It’s the team’s captain, Hanbin. “Just give me whatever tastes the best.”

“One rum punch it is,” he smiles, his whisker dimples making your heart flutter. Why was everybody on the team good looking? “Y/N, right?”

“Yep,” you say, taking the plastic cup from him. “You’re Hanbin. You know, I’ve been meaning to interview you, but you always seem so busy with other things at games.”

“Don’t worry about it. It wouldn’t be nearly as cute as when you interview Gyuvin,” he laughs, eyeing the line of guests waiting for their drinks. “I’ve got a job to do, but I’ll see you around, okay?”

“Thanks for the drink,” you say, holding it up in a sort of cheer before walking away. You take a sip and savor its sweetness, the liquor’s flavor blending in perfectly to the juice. Hanbin’s words stick with you. Were you and Gyuvin cute together?

Sure, he’s so tall that he practically towers over you, but he refuses to ever make eye contact and always keeps his replies so short and polite. Then again, he sure seems to write a lot in the notes that he doesn’t know are going to you.

For a second, you start to consider that you might actually have a chance with him, until you spot him with a beautiful girl touching his arm and whispering something in his ear. Before you can mope for too long, someone is tapping you on the shoulder.

“There you are,” a familiar voice calls over the music. You turn to see Ricky grinning at you, his hair looking almost white under the lights. “You look good.”

“Thanks, I guess,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest to prevent him from checking you out any further. He glances past you at his roommate.

“Don’t worry about her,” he assures you. You don’t know whether or not to believe him. “Gyuvin has never taken a girl home from these parties, let alone kissed one.”

That’s a relief. “Don’t you have a hook-up to hunt down?” you ask Ricky. He cocks an eyebrow at you, sipping his drink.

“Oh, Y/N. I keep my girls on speed dial,” he chuckles. You cringe at his playboy persona and for once in his life, Ricky is embarrassed. He shuts his mouth, hoping you can’t see him blush.

“Wow,” you say, tilting your head at him. “Don’t tell me young and rich, tall and handsome Shen Ricky can actually feel shame. I really wish I had a cameraman with me right now.”

“Like I said, it works on most people,” he attempts to reason. “You’re just immune to my charms, I guess.”

“Guess so,” you smirk, downing the rest of your drink. You glance behind your shoulder to see Gyuvin still talking to that girl, then back at Ricky, who’s deep in thought.

“Do you want to meet the rest of the team?” he asks, surprising you. You give a slight nod, and that’s all he needs to see before grabbing your wrist and pulling you through the crowd.

At first, Ricky lingers as you make small talk with Matthew, Taerae, and Gunwook, and explains to you that Yujin is actually at home because he’s still in high school. You feel like a horrible journalist—have you been so preoccupied with Gyuvin that you didn’t notice there was a literal child on the team?

By now, Ricky’s abandoned you to go find something, or someone, more entertaining. He’s dropped you off with Jiwoong, the oldest player, who is as aloof as he is annoyingly handsome. The way he eyes you makes your stomach do cartwheels, and you’ve had enough to drink that you can’t see the harm in flirting with a cute boy.

He’s spewing some bullshit about meditating when you cut him off. “I like your hair,” you blurt out, catching him off guard. He turns and smiles at you for the first time since you started talking.

“You do?” he asks, running a hand through it. “I think it’s a little long. I might get a haircut soon.”

“Keep it like that,” you say, not taking your eyes off of him. “It looks good.”

Jiwoong is grinning now, but he remembers that you’re Gyuvin’s crush, and it would be totally wrong to kiss you no matter how badly he wants to. He eyes the crowd, searching for someone to save him from the tension. 

“Hao!” he says, grabbing a boy passing by and pulling him into the conversation. He looks familiar, but he’s certainly no basketball player. “Y/N, this is Zhang Hao. He’s our equipment manager. I’m gonna run to the bathroom.”

“Hi, Y/N,” Hao says, clearly caught off guard. “You’re the one who does the interviews, right?”

“That’s me,” you confirm. Jiwoong’s departure right when you thought he was going to kiss you was beyond bizarre. “I didn’t realize how many people knew me.”

“You’re basically a celebrity to the team,” Hao laughs. “They all think you’re pretty.”

“Makes sense,” you smile, sipping on your third drink of the night. “I am, in fact, very pretty.”

“Agreed. So, which one do you have your eye on?” he asks, leaning in to hear you better. “Or should I guess?”

“Go ahead and guess,” you say, eager to know what he thinks.

Hao takes a second to gather his thoughts. “Well, it’s clear that you’re into Gyuvin based on the way you giggle at his seriously unfunny jokes, but you were also just eye fucking Jiwoong. Then again, wasn’t Ricky dragging you around earlier by the hand?”

“By the wrist,” you correct him. “And yes, I do like Gyuvin. But he’s been talking to some other girl the whole night.”

“He only has eyes for you,” Hao says immediately. This is the second time you’ve heard this tonight, but the first where it’s coming from a trustworthy source.

“And you?” you ask in return, shifting the conversation onto him. “Which one do you have a crush on?”

Hao’s eyes widen. “I–I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not—I don’t—”

“Hao,” you cut him off. “You’ve glanced at Hanbin at least six times since this conversation started.”

He swallows, knowing he’s been caught. “It’s that obvious, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Why don’t you go talk to him?”

“We talk all the time,” Hao mutters, looking down at his shoes. “I’m basically his personal assistant.”

“Do you talk about anything other than basketball?”

“No.”

“Do you even like basketball?”

“...No.”

“Hao,” you say, gripping him by the shoulders and turning him towards the drink station. “Go over there and get your man.”

—————-

As if it weren’t enough of a shock to Gyuvin that you actually showed up to a ZBO party, he’s had to spend all night watching you chat up the entire team except for him. 

They’ve no doubt let it slip to you that he has the biggest crush on you on campus, maybe even the entire world. But he’s way too nice to tell one of his classmates, who attends every game just to hold up a sign with his name on it, that he isn’t interested. 

That’s how he ended up nursing his drink with a tight lipped smile, listening to what’s-her-name ramble on about things that would be more interesting to probably anybody else, all while keeping an eye on you as you bounce around the party.

Your interaction with Jiwoong made him jealous beyond belief, and he makes a mental note that while he’s made his crush on you very clear to his teammates, you’re technically not his and free to flirt with whoever you want.

He watches as you grasp Hao and shake him, muttering some words of encouragement before sending him over to the bar. Finally, you’re alone again. It’s now or never.

“I have to go walk my dog,” Gyuvin lies, not even bothering to let the poor girl react before making his way over to you. You’re wearing pink, his secret admirer’s favorite color. Surely, it’s not just a coincidence. 

“Y/N,” he says a little too loud, startling you. You jump, accidentally knocking yourself into him. Both of your drinks go flying and suddenly, you’re covered in sticky red liquid. 

At this point, Gyuvin might as well just die alone. How did he manage to only spill his drink on you and not himself? He peers down at you, guilt written all over his face, as you take in what’s just happened.

“Here,” he says, reaching into his hoodie’s pocket and pulling out wadded tissues. “They’re clean, I promise. I have, uh, I’ve got allergies, so I carry around a ton.” 

He unfolds one and gently pats the liquid off of you without so much of a second thought. Your silence makes him panic even more, and he’s so focused on drying you off that he doesn’t even notice he’s basically rubbing the tissue on your cleavage.

Gyuvin freezes once he finally notices where his hand is, immediately pulling away and putting a good distance between the two of you. “I am so sorry. Holy shit, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m not a pervert! Please don’t think I’m a pervert.”

“Gyuvin,” you finally say, your voice just as sweet as always. He’s pacing as much as he can with everybody packed in so tightly, his long legs taking tiny steps. “It’s okay. I don’t think you’re a pervert.”

He stops and looks down at you. “Really? You’re not just saying that?”

“Really,” you reassure him. “Although I might think you’re a klutz. Who knew Wakefield’s star basketball player was so clumsy off the court?”

“Technically, you bumped into me,” he asserts, his smile returning. “But you’re also the one who got soaked, so let’s just call things even.”

“Deal,” you agree. Sure, it’s fun when boys are obviously flirting with you, but the way Gyuvin has no clue what he’s doing is just so charming. It feels natural when you’re with him, a nice departure from the overused pickup lines and generic compliments that are usually thrown your way.

Gyuvin takes in your stained dress, the red punch seeping into the pink fabric like blood. You look straight out of a horror movie. 

“Here,” he says, shrugging off his varsity jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders before taking in the sight of you. “Wow. You look so…”

“Silly?” you answer, the expanse of material wrapped around you like a tent. 

“Cute. You look so cute.” Gyuvin meets your eyes for a split second before looking away again, his ears now feeling even hotter than when he saw you with Jiwoong. “I can get you a new shirt, if you want. My room isn’t far from here.”

“You want me to go with you to your room?” you giggle, enjoying how flustered you make him. Hearing his teammates talk about how much he likes you has taken a weight off your shoulders, and you don’t know how you ever thought he wasn’t into you before.

“No! Well, yes, but only if you want to. And I’m not using this as an excuse to bring you back to my room. I just know you like pink and I have this one pink shirt that shrunk in the wash and I think you’d look really good in it. Plus, I can start a load of laundry and get your dress all clean.”

This is the most you’ve ever heard him talk, his voice a few pitches higher than usual when he’s rambling. Plus, if he knows how much you like pink, he must be following your clues. “Let’s go to your room, then.” 

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While Gyuvin’s side of the room is much neater than you expected, Ricky’s side looks weirdly perfect. Not a single thing is out of place, with every item labeled or color coordinated. You’re shocked that two basketball players can manage to keep such a small room so tidy.

“Sorry, it’s kind of a mess,” Gyuvin apologizes, moving to make his bed. “You can sit here.” 

“If this is what you think is messy, you don’t want to see my room,” you say, taking in all of the decorations. Usually, when you’re in a guy’s room, it’s all navy blue and manly movie posters, but Gyuvin’s walls are so colorful and covered in photos of his family and friends. 

One piece of paper catches your eye—the very first article you wrote about the basketball team. You scan his wall, catching more and more newspaper clippings, all penned by you. Gyuvin’s too busy putting things away and rustling through his drawers to notice you staring at them in awe.

“Here we go,” he calls out, turning and holding up a shrunken pink t-shirt and a pair of sweats. His grin fades as soon as he catches you reading one of your own articles, which have been on his wall for so long that he’s forgotten they’re even there. “Oh. Uh, please don’t think I’m a creep.”

“It’s not creepy. It’s sweet. They’re all about you, anyway,” you say, turning to take the shirt from him. It has a picture of a silly looking greyhound on the front of it.

“Right,” Gyuvin says, shrugging off the interaction. He pulls himself onto the bed next to you, sitting cross legged and making sure to leave a gap between you and him. “That’s my dog, Eumppappa.” 

“Eumppappa is an amazing name,” you muse, turning to smile at him. Your faces end up being so close that Gyuvin thinks his heart has stopped beating. In his attempt to scoot back, he ends up tumbling off of his bed.

“Fuck,” he says as he lands on the ground. You peer down from the lofted bed at his long limbs sprawled across the rug. If you didn’t think he was a complete loser before, you probably do now.

“Are you okay?” you call out, watching as he sits up and rubs his head.

“I’m good,” Gyuvin assures you, taking a breather before getting to his feet and heading towards the door. “I’m going to step out and let you change. Let me know when you’re decent.”

“Will do,” you smile, giving him a thumbs up. You strip your clothes off, throwing on the t-shirt and sweats and pulling the drawstring until you know they won’t fall off of you. “You can come back in, Gyuvin!”

He stumbles in, practically waiting with his body pressed against the door for the moment he could see you again. God, could you really not tell how much he liked you before tonight?

Gyuvin eyes you drowning in his clothes and he knows that he’d move earth and heaven if it meant that you’re who he got to wake up to for the rest of his life. 

“I’ll go throw this in the washer and then we can head back to the party,” he stammers, snapping out of his daydream and grabbing your dress. Your smile is so pretty right now, even after all of his awkwardness, that it takes everything in him not to get hard just looking at you.

By the time he gets back from the laundry room, you’ve decided you don’t want to go back to the party, especially not dressed like this.

“Oh,” Gyuvin says, disappointed that his time with you has been cut short by his clumsiness. “Do you want me to walk you back to your place?”

“I live down the hall,” you remind him. You hope he doesn’t realize you could’ve just as easily grabbed your own change of clothes.

“Right,” he grimaces. He knows that. He’s always trying to time leaving his room perfectly so that he runs into you on the way to class.

Just like whenever you interview Gyuvin, there’s an awkward silence, except this time it can’t be edited out. He’s back to looking everywhere in the room except at you.

“It’s not even midnight,” you say, glancing at your phone’s lockscreen. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Like, together?” Gyuvin asks in disbelief. You nod, an amused smirk on your face. “Duh, of course you meant together. Yeah, sure, let’s watch a movie.”

Moments later, you’re sitting in the dark with Gyuvin, your legs pulled close to your chest as you watch Amélie projected onto the wall above Ricky’s bed. 

Every once in a while, Gyuvin lets himself relax, his arm or his leg brushing against you by accident. After spending half of the film pulling away out of fear that he’s bothering you, he finally settles for having his fingers barely touching yours. 

“You know,” he starts, his eyes still locked on the movie. “I kind of have my own mystery going on right now.”

“Really?” you say, feigning shock. “About what?”

“Someone keeps leaving me notes when I sleep in the lounge. Sometimes treats, but mostly notes. They don’t sign their name, but today they left me some little doodles as clues and I’ve been trying to figure them out.”

The way you’re reacting makes his stomach turn. How could it be you when you have a look on your face that says you have no clue what he’s talking about?

“Well, I’ve been meaning to work on my investigative journalism. What if I helped you track your secret admirer down?”

If you aren’t going to fall for him, he’ll at least settle for being friends. “That’d be awesome, Y/N.” 

Suddenly, Ricky comes crashing into the dorm room, his lips attached to some girl’s face. He pulls away from her for a second, barely registering that you’re even there, before pulling out his wallet and throwing a couple hundred dollar bills at Gyuvin. “Get out. Now.”

Before you can protest, Ricky’s already unbuttoning his shirt, and you’ll gladly evacuate if it means you don’t have to watch whatever freaky shit is about to go down.

“I didn’t know he pays you to sleep in the lounge,” you laugh, your arms full of Gyuvin’s comforter as you walk down the hall. “With that kind of money, he could just buy an apartment.”

“He could,” Gyuvin starts, holding his pillow in one hand and the stack of notes—your notes—in the other. “But then he wouldn’t get the true college experience. Plus, he only throws money at me when it’s a last minute thing.”

“How much was that, anyway? Like $300?” you ask. He stops and takes out his wallet.

“$400. Pretty standard,” he shrugs, counting the bills. Your eyes widen at the total.

“Are you going to share?” you pout. “I got kicked out too.”

“You can have it,” he says, handing you the money, his brain short circuiting at the way you bat your eyelashes at him. You marvel at the crisp bills. “This is just another Friday night for me.”

“Okay, young and rich, tall and handsome Kim Gyuvin. Thanks for buying my dinner for the rest of the semester!” You don’t know this, but if you asked him to, Gyuvin would buy you whatever you wanted.

Before you can get down to helping him figure out the doodles, or throwing him off your trail, the two of you are fast asleep. Instead of the lounge’s couch, Gyuvin curls up on the oversized bean bag on your bedroom floor. It’s much too small for his frame to actually be comfortable, but he somehow feels more content just being around you.

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[phas3d]

Ideal Type || Slytherin Boys

note :: just what i think, but they could honestly be with anyone

members :: mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

Mattheo Riddle

Appearance:

Sharp eyes that could kill him, eye color doesn’t matter to him

Likes people with more meat on them

Goes crazy if he sees you wearing thigh highs or tight underwear so that you have a little bit of a muffin top, he loves that stuff

Loves dark hair, all of his celebrity crushes are brunettes or have black hair

Likes the y2k style and clean girl, he doesn’t know it’s called that but he likes it lmao

Loves long hair but will make an exception for a short black bob

Low rise jeans are his favorite thing ever

Pretty nails are also a pro in his eyes, shows that you’re hygienic - likes longer nails

Plump lips are a major plus

Likes outfits that show skin in some way, so crop tops, dresses, etc

Personality:

Slightly toxic, which is perfect for him since he’s ultra toxic 😍

He’s not willing to change his lifestyle just for a girl, so he needs someone who’s down to party and do the bad stuff he does

Loves confidence, wouldn’t date a girl who’s insecure

People with the wonyongism mindset are literally his dream type, makes him weak in the knees

If you yell back at him or call him out on his shit, oml he’s already planning your wedding

Loves to annoy you just to get a reaction, smth about you being angry draws him in

He likes social people who get along with others easily

A little bit cocky, but if you laugh at his jokes he instantly finds you more attractive

Dedicated and driven people, like not failing classes, having internships, having a job, all of that is so attractive to him

If you listen to: Kali Uchis, Tyler the Creator, Ariana Grande, Travis Scott, The Neighborhood, The Smiths, The Weeknd, BlackPink, Aespa, Beyoncé, you get so many extra points

Theodore Nott

Appearance:

Likes shorter people, which is easy for him since he’s 6’0 (183 cm)

Has a thing for people that are flatter, likes rectangle body types

Long hair is his ideal type but loves curly short hairstyles

Gets flustered when he sees you with your hair up, something about it is so appealing to him

Long lashes and falsies are so pretty in his eyes, loves it

Ballet-core, old-money, and minimalist are what styles he likes best on someone

Lovessss skirts and headbands

Likes people with glasses, but specifically people who wear contacts in public but glasses at home

People with the resting sad face are so beautiful to him

Personality:

Likes introverts or shy people, he likes knowing that you’re a homebody so he doesn’t have to worry about cheating

Nerds omg They’re his secret weakness

He loves book smart-street dumb people, it’s a sense of comfort knowing that you’re not involved in his life style

He’s a fuckboy who smokes and drinks, so you become a safe space for him

Quiet and soft voices are one of his biggest weaknesses

Elegance is also something he needs in a partner, someone who’s aware of their words and their actions

When someone covers their mouth when they laugh - So attractive to him

Caring and nurturing people make him want to cry, please comfort this man

If you listen to: Lana Del Rey, Billie Eilish, Mitski, SZA, Her, Adele, Yerin Baek, Matt Maltese, Radiohead, you get an extra point

Lorenzo Berkshire

Appearance:

Downtown girl, athletic wear, coquette, and other cutesy yet comfortable styles are his idea type

Really loves when someone can dress up in a nice ass outfit and then show up the next day in just a hoodie and bagggyyyy pants

Doesn’t really like tight clothes on his s/o, likes baggy or flowy clothes

Doesn’t care for body type, has dated people on the bigger size and people that were super thin

Loves any facial markings - moles, acne scars, freckles, but esp ance scars

Loves curly and wavy hair, doesn’t care for hair color but does prefer light colors like brown and blonde

Likes girls that look kinda intimidating because of how pretty they are, but are secretly a softie (basically him)

For example, people with a resting bitch face but the second they see something cute they light up

Being shorter than him is fine, but if he’s dead honest he’s always wanted to date a girl taller than him (185 cm+)

Personality:

Bubbly people make him fall so hard

People who are happy almost 24/7 and a little bit stupid and naive is what he loves

Doesn’t care about intelligence much, but doesn’t like people who are failing school

When you’re oblivious to flirting??? Omg he’s done

Wants to feel needed, so you being slightly air headed helps him a lot

Smiling makes him attracted to someone instantly, so constantly smiling and laughing makes him feel the same way

Loves people with a tad bit of sass to them, like eye rolls and stuff

Playful people who agree to do dumb shit with him suits his ideal lifestyle

Someone’s who funny, cause if I’m fr this man is not that funny. He def gets with someone who’s funny

He def had way too many crushes on manic pixie dream girls, so he kinda likes the chase

Likes people who are so free spirited that it’s hard to tie to them

If you listen to: Wave2Earth, Kpop, Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Beabadoobee, Sarah Kinsley, Faye Webster, it’s an extra plus for him

[mwolf0epsilon]

Seeing your little doodle of Henry and his cake had me thinking: can a mimic eat the same foods we humans eat? Or do they have dietary restrictions much like how animals can't eat specific foods e.g. chocolate, coffee, etc? Are they capable of consuming things like coal and oil like the engine they impersonate?

Yes, mimics can indeed eat the same foods as humans.

But they are also constrained by some dietary restrictions due to their organs taking on the specifications of the vehicle or heavy machine they've taken on as their final form. So, essentially, depending on what they become, a mimic's diet will change to accommodate the fuel type and the crews are responsible for preparing their food to specification.

Steam engine mimics consume coal, so they become more carnivorous in nature because they quite literally burn through calories very quickly (they run hotter than other mimics and, while their stomach acid is strong enough to burn through organic matter and metal, they are more likely to get sick if they eat synthetic chemicals).

Diesel engine mimics consume diesel fuel, so they are more herbivorous in nature so as to not overload their system with more carbon (they can on occasion consume protein to balance out their natural requirements, and they're considerably more resistant to poisoning than steam engine mimics, but they still have their limits).

Road vehicle mimics are more omnivorous because their fuels vary, and you even have crane mimics who are more often than not piscivorous or insectivorous.

That of course doesn't mean they can't have a few special treats of their preference. Human foods are especially delectable to mimics who view them as the most luxurious things that their handlers can offer them in return for work (being minor fae, mimics have a concept of value that they assign certain goods and services, and human food is at the very top of the list on the scale of offerings).

The only common denominator is that mimics are not allowed to have carbonated drinks because it seems to nullify the effects of Golden Dust Inc. Feed™ which is what railways use to shrink them when they're not in service (no one is sure why this is, but as a general rule of thumb you shouldn't give critters soda anyway...).

Here's a known list of what foods/snacks/desserts and drinks one can use to reward/bribe specific mimics (this is an excerpt from the Fat Controller's notebook, so it's not a complete list), some of which raise some eyebrows:

Glynn - English Breakfast / Earl grey tea

Thomas - Savoury pastries / Store-bought orange juice

Edward - Fish and Chips / Chamomile tea

Henry - Fish jerky or pickled veggies / Fresh fruit juice

Gordon - Chocolate pastries / Mint tea

James - Pancakes topped with fruit / Strawberry milkshake

Percy - Grilled cheese sandwich / Chocolate milk

Toby - English muffins / Black coffee

Duck - Cadbury creme eggs / Oat milk

Donald & Douglas - Cullen skink and shepherd's pie / Honey lemon milk

Oliver - Werther's Originals / Latte

Toad - Banana chips / Banana milkshake

Emily - Blueberry muffins / Black tea

Rosie - Banana bread / Cranberry Juice

Ryan - Pasty barm / Beetroot juice

Bill & Ben - Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches / Hot cocoa

Diesel - Steamed Brussels sprouts with melted cheese / Blackberry juice

BoCo - Chocolate pudding / Cappuccino

Daisy - Ambrosia fruit salad / Honeydew juice

Mavis - Fruit tarts / Tutti frutti smoothie

Paxton - Spicy sweet potato fries / Orange carrot mango smoothie

Diesel 10 - Bone Marrow Soup / Pineapple juice

Victor - Ropa Vieja / Rum

Kevin - Tuna salad sandwich / Dr. Pepper

Hiro - Fried chicken wings / Lemon tea (Substitutes for his favourite snacks from home)

Salty - Salted pretzels / Lemonade

Porter - Stuffed squid / Lemonade

Cranky - Crabsticks / Whiskey

Naturally no one is encouraged to give a mimic alcohol, especially not during work hours. It's not bad for them per say (I mean, alcohol isn't good for anyone really, you know what I mean) but it certainly isn't making any of them overly productive...

[hyunjinsjeans]

How you met (OT8)

Warnings: Female Reader*

Type: fluff 🧸

Related: He Knows Universe

Masterlist

A/N: it occurred to me I do have backstories from the He Knows universe so I might as well share them.

••••

Chan: you were regular costumers at a local coffee shop, your workplace was close to the jype building and you would pass each other quite a bit. One day the barista mentioned a 2x1 offer to you while Chan waited in line behind you, seeing as you were regulars he made the arrangements so you two could share the promotion. This started you two talking, you were completely unaware of his idol status and he was relieved you spoke to him the same way you spoke to any of the cafe staff. After this you two started talking regularly anytime you ran into each other at the cafe, until one day he asked for your number and to your surprise he asked you out that very same day.

Lee Know: your company started working for jype and you got lost the first time you visited their office. Lee know was leaving a meeting with their manager and some staff about his individual schedules when he found you looking around lost. You knew who he was but you were more concerned about getting back to your meeting as you had only excused yourself to the bathroom and did not have that much time to present your proposal. He helped you find your way back all while calming you down. Lee know recognizes a face, so he knew you as “lost mouse” for months before Changbin asked what your name was one day and then you handed them both your business card - which by the way, is how Lee Know got your number, although he did not call you until about six months after meeting you.

Changbin: you owned a small bakery downtown and when Changbin’s mother descovered it she started buying from you A LOT. Once Changbin got to taste your baking he was hooked and his mom would come to your bakery often, sometimes mentioning how much her son loved your muffins and cowboy cookies - although he was not able to eat them a lot because of his diet. You offered her the sugar free almond versions and this had been very much to Changbin’s liking, so much so that he actually showed up with his mother to praise you and buy more. You quickly became friends and him being him, was dating you in a matter of weeks.

Hyunjin: you met at an art museum in Belgium. Oh, how weird and small the world is. You were there on holiday for your dad’s birthday, but at the museum for a different reason: you needed to finish a paper. You were an English literature major and your assignment was to write an original story in whatever style you preferred, the only guideline was “make it unconventional”, you wanted to tell the story of a painting. And you stopped at the same painting Hyunjin stopped at as well. He needed to recreate a painting he thought would be opposite entirely from his own style. And he picked that one. You stood together for a long time, taking pictures and scribbling notes and doodles on your notebooks until you noticed each other. Two romantics staring at each other in front of an old painting in the middle of a busy museum. He spoke first, but he spoke in Korean, you frowned and spoke to him in German. Both tried to understand each other for a moment before it occurred to both to use English. The rest was just faith.

Han: you met thanks to Bbama. Simple as that. His little dog ran up to you at the park, at the time you were sniffing and crying. Visiting the dog park on the one year anniversary of your precious dog’s passing. She had been wonderful, but she had also been your childhood companion. She gave you her life, your 12 year old schnauzer was missed every day. You met the excitable Bbama before you met its owner, Han was concerned his dog had done something to you. And when you picked up his dog with a smile he was relieved, thankful even, that his dog approached the prettiest girl he’d laid eyes on. You talked about why you were crying and he offered to let you walk his dog every other day since he was busy a lot, you accepted his offer and gave him your phone number. Of course you ended up doing a lot more than just walking his dog…

Felix: a fashion show. You had been acting for a while, your career picked up fast and during that ascent you met a platinum blond singer from Korea. You were seated together and had to introduce yourself to one another, he explained the concept of an idol to you, although you had a vague idea. By the end of the show you two were looking forward to seeing each other at the after party. Felix became a friend to you, someone you would see a lot at LV events, you were both friends of the brand as well. Once you exchanged phone numbers during a photo shoot it was a matter of time before you two started dating.

Seungmin: he fell flat on his face during band practice and was brought to the emergency room during your shift. The emergency room doctor called you in since the manager asked for the specialist to take care of it. Not his manager nor Seungmin expected someone young and pretty like you to walk in and say hello with such authority. You l diagnosed him with a concussion and almost kept him overnight for observation because he was so dumbfounded by you. (He was fine, by the way. He has a sturdy skull.) Little punk got your number from your prescription and he did have the nerve to text you one random Wednesday, playing dumb, asking about some charity event at the hospital - somehow this led to you going out with him.

I.N: you were just a girl. Just a girl minding your business at your first big job. You had graduated a little while ago at this point, you knew no other workplace outside of the university clinic where you did your social service pre-graduation. But you landed a most fabulous job at a renowned dermatologist’s office as a nurse. You had seen a couple of familiar faces but being that you were at work you never quite knew who they were until you read their names on their files. In came a certain Yang Jeongin. His skin was beautiful and you did not doubt to mention it when his appointment was over and the doctor asked for your opinion. I.N looked flushed, he started booking appointments more and more often if anything for the little exchanges with you at the reception until one day he found the courage to ask you out on his way out from one of his appointments.

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Thank you for reading! Likes and Reblogs are appreciated, please don’t forget to let me know what you think!

[theyanderespecialist]

(Remake) Base Yandere Angel Dust Headcanons (Part 1) (Hazbin Hotel)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another chapter! This one is a remake of Angel Dust! Part 1 that is! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter!]

(Disclaimer: In this Angel Dust will be Omnisexual as he is with GN Listener and if he was yandere for anyone other than a man. He would most likely be Omni. Leaning more and preferring men, but still able to be attracted to other genders. Omni is similar to being bi or pan! (Angel Dust is a Gay Man in canon)

Disclaimer 2: Angel Dust is not yandere in canon this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon.)

-Remade Base Yandere Headcanons With Angel Dust Part 1-

.Angel Dust is a hot mess.

.He is dependent on drugs for the most part.

.He uses sex jokes and lewd comments to deflect how he is feeling.

.He hits on Husk a lot but with you man oh man does he hit on you all the time?

.He wants to be your man and to have you as his.

.So he makes his desire clear.

Right now he is hyping it up, really hyping up the catcalls and come-ons.

.He values himself on what he can do with his body.

.So if he cannot please you in the sheets, then what good is he to you?

.He has said it before, that so many people would pay so much money to fuck him.

.Why would you not want to have a piece of him?

.He drinks to deal with his problems.

.He is barely surviving the abuse that Valentino gives him.

.Using drugs to cope with it and to survive.

.So he will get drunk and high to be able to tell you how he feels.

.so at least if you turn him down he can blame it on being drunk and high.

.He is protective and willing to do what he can to keep you safe.

.He does not want Valentino anywhere near you.

.He will even stand up to Valentino if he can to make sure that Valentino does not take advantage of you.

.He would never want you to go through what he has.

.You are a bit like his drug, he is addicted to you and cannot and will not lose you, you belong to him.

.He needs you in his life, and he does not and will not let you go.

.He deals with rivals by putting a bullet in their heads.

.He is very much fuck around and find out, type of yandere.

.He does not play around with rivals.

.He also has walls around his true self and true feelings, it would take you his darling some time to break them down.

.He cannot let his guard down right away, he needs to work on himself before he can do that!

.Also he needs to work on himself to be a better partner for you.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another one is done, I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[wriothesleybear]

AhH thank you so much for gifting us wriothesley content🐺🐺!!!! I really wish to see his drip marketing soon 😭🙏I cannot forget your idea of him being the big bad wolf with the little red Riding Hood fem reader ever since I saw u mention it--- it is it possible if you give us some more details on the idea? Did he want to eat her at first? Does he want to start a pack w her?? I have so many questionss

it makes me happy to know you like my headcanons🥹 same about the drip marketing. hoyoverse please give us something ! any crumbs will do😫 oh gosh i havent thought that much about the wriothesley x red riding hood! reader yet hmm but if i had to give some ideas:

headcanons below ~warning: a bit suggestive~

Pre-relationship headcanons:

the reader is this innocent little thing who is so sweet, kind, is good with animals and kids, and runs a bakery/cafe which is what caught Wriothesley's eye in the first place.

he had been at your shop before for some tea and knew you were the owner and you've seen him a few times in your shop, but you two had never really spoken.

in my headcanons, i see him as a gentleman so he's usually polite to anyone unless he knows you're a bad person/criminal

one day, he saved you from a couple of criminals who were bothering you. thats when you two finally spoke to one another. you were thanking him profusely for saving you. it would probably be too cute to him so he blushes a bit from how cute you are and gives you a slight smile saying its no big deal.

a few days pass and you find out where he works so you visit him to give him some homemade muffins as a thank you. this would cause the man to become more smitten with you.

even though I see him as not really being a sweets person, he'll eat your treats since you're the one who gave it to him. i mean, what kind of gentleman would he be if he let your treats go to waste.

after this, he would visit your shop more often just to see you and of course have some tea.

you guys would enjoy having conversations with one another and this would become a daily thing.

You would learn his order by heart, already having it ready when you knew he would show up soon. he would notice this and it would cause him to fall harder for you.

You guys would start off as friends of course but it would develop into something more as you got to know more about one another and spend more time together.

He would be the one to ask you out first and you say yes ofc. (he thought you looked so cute when you said yes and it made him happy !)

ofc it was an amazing first date ! he'd go a little bit all out. its your first date after all and its for you so he has to make a good impression ;)

Some relationship headcanons:

once this man falls for you, he falls hard (wolves mate for life)

always kisses your hand !!! he doesnt do that much pda except for that, a hand around your waist, a kiss on your head. he prefers more behind closed doors *wink wink*

When people see him showing affection towards you tho, they get shocked cuz those who don't know him think he's a bit of a scary dude based on his appearance and seeing him with an adorable, innocent s/o is surprising to them.

tea dates ofc

he's playful so playful bites/licks occur often and teases you

he loves hearing you laugh and smile. makes his heart race !

SOOO PROTECTIVE!

he has to protect his cute little innocent, kind darling, can you blame him🥺

he'd be like low-key possessive.

what i mean by that is by marking you. ofc with bite marks during your love making sessions but i could also see him gifting you a necklace with a crescent or symbol that symbolizes him.

it shows others that you're his and hands off!

or imagine its a little red hood that has his symbol on it and matches his cape ahhhh! that'd be so cute!

adding on to that, he's not really the jealous type because he knows you're his but when he sees you giving someone else more attention than him, he might get a little needy.

he just wants his little red riding hood to give him all of their attention and love

please play with his hair and give him scratchies

wouldn't be overly clingy but will hang around you a lot when he can like. like he has to be touching you in a way aka hugging you, you sitting on his lap, etc. or just having you near him while he works is enough

he's gotta make sure you are reminded daily that he loves you

he would be a little bit of a worry wart when he's not with you, always wondering if you were okay

HE IS DEVOTED TO YOU! he would do anything for you maybe even break the law for you👀 he is whipped

a family man

he would for sure want to have a family with you !

would probably want a big one (going off on the fact that wolf packs are usually around 6-10 members from what i read)

Sigewinne is already your guys' child. Its important for you two to get along and you do.

When he sees you two getting along, it makes him so happy !

his thoughts often lead to thinking about you two having a family of your own one day (sorta makes him feral🫣)

he would be the one to bring up the topic when the time is right.

if you said yes, he'd be happy and probably take you right there omg🤭

if you're not ready, he would be understanding, but if you're willing, you could always 'practice' until the time comes ;)

overall, 10/10 boyfriend

i hope i didn't ramble too much. maybe i'll make a series out of this. i hope this answers your questions anon. have a wonderful day!🥰❤️

[luckycharms1701]

I saw your requests were open and was wondering…..

What kinda of nicknames do you think the bayverse turtles would use for their s/o? Do you lean more towards the cute talk or a form of their s/o’s name? Do you think the turtles would use these nicknames anytime, or just in private one on one moments? 🤔 also, do you think they’d get flustered if their s/o gave them a nickname? (Alright. Sorry that last one was fishing. I know they would get flustered 🤣, but I also wanted to see what type of nicknames for them you like)

I hope you can have fun with this one! :D

yorshie my dear i love it when you come into my askbox and spoil me 🥰 nicknames are one of my favorite topics, and so are the bayverse boys! Let’s discuss.

Leonardo: Leo goes for more whimsical nicknames. He doesn’t have a lot of that in his life, whimsy and sweetness, so he gets it where he can. Blossom is one I used recently. My heart. Honeybee. Pretty bird. Princess if you’re lucky. If he’s in a teasing mood he’ll call you something sticky sweet like honeybunch or cinnamon bun. All of this is in private though, Leo is a deeply private turtle and not a fan of PDA. If you’re with his family and friends he’ll stick to a form of your name or just honey if you’ve done something to make him especially soft.

In bed, now. In bed. Pretty girl. Sweetheart. Mine.

As for nicknames for him, he’ll melt into a pile of goo if you call him sweetheart as you kiss him on the cheek. Call him ‘my hero’ when he gets something down from a high shelf for you and he’ll give you that bashful smile. But really, he likes it best when you just call him Leo. Especially when you whine it into your pillow as he- [is shot]

Raphael: Princess. Shorty. Sweetheart. They start out as teasing or even condescending nicknames, and slowly morph into genuine terms of endearment as he falls in love. He doesn’t care who hears him call you these names either. You’re his, and he wants everyone to know it. Raph is the kind of person who prefers a few well-used terms over variety, so he doesn’t really add any terms of endearment when you get together. However, if you catch him just right he’ll call you ‘my love’ in private.

In bed, it’s sweetheart, babygirl, or baby.

He loves being big and strong, so he loves it when you make him feel big and strong. Big Red. Hunk. If you call him something silly like ‘Mr. Muscles’ he’ll scoff but hide a pleased smile. You’re allowed to call him something like Raphie or Raph-a-doodle, but only in private. Call him handsome, though, and it’s a one-way ticket to Meltsville, population Raph.

Donatello: I know it’s very popular in the fandom for him to use dove. It’s cute, I don’t mind it, but personally I don’t see him using that. Donnie is the kind of turtle to use the more traditional nicknames most often. Dear. Darling. Hon. Sweetie. If he’s feeling especially fond he’ll use ones with a more whimsical and celestial bent. Starlight. Moonbeam. Sunshine. Like Raph, he’ll use these terms at any time. However, he also likes using your name, in full. There’s nothing else that encapsulates you quite as well as your name.

In bed, he still sticks with the traditional. Baby. Darling. Love. Good girl.

Like Leo, Donnie likes it when you call him by his name. Donnie or Donatello works just fine for him. He is very fond of his name. But secretly, he loves it when you unconsciously parrot whatever nickname he just used back at you. i.e. “How was your day dear?” “Better now that I’m with you dear.”

Michelangelo: I’ve spoken a bit about my mans before, here. He’s a big fan of nicknames, and will use a variety. He loves coming up with new, silly nicknames. Angelcakes, of course. Banana muffin. Cupcake. My personal favorite, Starburst. He’ll also use any he hears his brothers using or hears on TV. Mikey’s always looking for inspiration for new names to call you. If he can find one related to your interests, like songbird if you love to sing, he’ll use that one frequently. He uses them all the time, anywhere, even when referring to you when you’re not there. Sometimes you wonder if he actually knows your name. (He does. He just wants to make sure he has your attention.)

In bed, he likes to use babe and baby a lot. Gorgeous. Babygirl. My love if he’s feeling sappy.

Mikey doesn’t really care what you call him, but he loves it when you match his energy. Get in a cute little contest where you try to outdo each other with the most ridiculous nickname, and he’ll have the time of his life. He does like variations on his name. Mikey, Mike, Mikes, Mikester, any variation will get him to grin at you.

[senka-mesecine]

What pet names or terms of endearment do the boys prefer?

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― However badly Chris might want to step away from the mold and be different I do think that he's still partial to all the good, old classical nicknames; you know, the 'dears', the 'darlings', and the 'sweethearts' of this world --- primetime family Sitcom wholesomeness, irony of all ironies. Might even slip out the occasional 'princess' in there when he's in the mood (or even when he's being sarcastic, or dare I even say, threatening?), but fact stands, you can take the ex college boy out of the suburbia, but you can't take the suburbia out of the ex college boy. Somehow, chances are, part of him starts vividly resembling his parents and calling you things, say, his father might've called his mother eons ago, and whether he's aware he's doing it or not is entirely up for debate and analysis, but I feel he'd literally be the type of man who'd say 'Honey, I'm home!' when he, duh, comes home, and this goes for him pre-war and post-war, although, admittedly, post-war, there's a high chance pretty much everything Chris Taylor does and says might take on a dark, eerie, possessive edge. You might just get called cupcake as he corners you against the wall, pressed against it by his body or baby as he's pounding into you hard, scaring the living daylights out of you because sometimes it's hard to recognize him and the words he says don't match his actions. Who is this guy?

― For the world, O'Neill might have this tough-guy, macho front that he doesn't dabble in endearments at all because he's not whipped, he's nobody's footstool, he's not a domesticated slipper of a man and he isn't wrapped around anyone's fingers, not him, nah-uh, no siree, he's too perceptive and smart for that sort of deal, but the actual truth of the matter is that his particular preference in endearments proves the contrary seeing as how he has a penchant for the most saccharine sweet, honey-dipped, cheesy nicknames imaginable; the type that would make anyone roll their eyes in annoyance and the kind that are already thirty years out of date even in the 60's; the likes of honeybun, honeybunch, honeycake, sugar pie, sweetiepea, sweetcheeks and any randomly concocted combination of the most cutesy-patootsey nonsense you've ever heard in your life, which is hilarious, because Red makes a deliberate effort to prove to everyone he is in fact not like those other assholes who get with a broad and immediately become her doting lapdog overnight over the smallest bit of attention from her. Which is actually the case with him. It's all so disgustingly sugary it would make Cupid himself puke. Might just call you Mrs. O'Neill long before you ever actually become Mrs. O'Neill and he does it with the smarmiest, most slap-worthy grin ever.

― I get this impression Bunny likes weird, slightly bizarre nicknames; the type of nicknames nobody but him finds, well, cute, and to start it off, I live and breathe under the belief his main and prime endearment for you would be bunny, yes, after himself. He's Bunny and you're his bunny. What's there not to understand? Sure, it might have a major narcissistic and egoistic streak to it, but he doesn't think so, and even if it does, who cares? He likes it! And that's about the only person he takes feedback from; himself! Outside of that, you'll be hips, you'll be face, you'll be cheeks, you'll be lips, you'll be body parts Bunny finds hottest during that particular hour, which is all of them, coming off as a bit crude and juvenile, but he isn't about to hide that he likes you. You can just easily be a bug, you could be a flea, you could be his Vegas wife if he got hitched with you in Vegas or his Hawaii Wife if he did it with you one time on vacation; maybe Booberella if your chest is ample. Muffin-top if you're curvy. Twiggy if you ain't. Mama-san because he picked it up in some establishment of ill-repute and because he thinks none of those broads have got nothing on you and fact is, you'll be endowed with so many strange, spur-of-the-moment, stringed together nicknames almost nobody has a clue what you're actually called. People ultimately settle on calling you 'Oh, yeah, Bunny's girl.'

― Rhah relishes in his theatrical oratory and his endearments reflect that entirely, to the point one gets this feeling he enjoys making up ever more elaborate nicknames for you, passionately stacking epithet upon epithet like the tower of Babel, risking it collapsing atop of itself with how pompous it all is, because you get affectionately called anything ranging from goddess, minx, heartbreaker, seductress, succubus, the flower of Shangri-La, the dope of love, god's own angel, the devil's temptation, the pomegranate of paradise, the moon, the sun and all the stars; it's almost like poetry and it can be both used when he's cross with you, utilizing said nicknames sarcastically or when he's entirely adoring and head over heels in love with you, but either ways, sweettalking is his way of being and he's astoundingly good at it. Extremely creative to boot. In anyone else's mouth, said nicknames would almost come off as cheesy and disingenuous sounding or perhaps just plainly put 'too much', but when Vermucci says it, it is said with such a gravitas that there is no way to doubt a single syllable slipping out of his mouth, meaning that not everyone can pull off the endearments he pulls off. In fact, few people ever could. Which is exactly why he's proficient at it. He has this ingrained 'unf' factor that's hard to replicate. Man fully believes what he's uttering.

― Overlooked fact is that Wolfe is probably Jewish and doesn't have a chance to be Jewish often, or to be elaborate, doesn't have too many chances to embrace every part of himself openly without being ridiculed, alienated or made fun of even more than he usually is one way or another; so when he gets comfortable with you and I mean really comfortable, not the surface level, acted-out wannabe anxious banter comfort he tries with his men to fill up the empty vacuum where their lacking respect for him should've been --- no, when there's actually trust and true affection between you he could very well slip out something like zieskiet or bubbeleh for your ears only and said nicknames will be so profoundly meaningful, important and private that he'd only ever do it if he considers the person he's saying it to the person; meaning that Wolfe neither dabbles in endearments readily nor throws them around willy-nilly --- he comes off as too tongue-tied, pedantic and nervy to do that quite so casually on most days and on most other days, he just plainly wouldn't want to because he does have a bit of a (smug) complex to himself. But, if you do get called anything sweet by him? Hilariously, one could almost say you're halfway there to being engaged because why would he do it otherwise? For all his haphazard, schmultzy nature, Wolfe can still opportunistically let you know it's been decided. Oh, look; Wolfe's being a bit of a wolf after all.

― You're King's boo, his bae, his peach, his wifey, his baby-girl, his baby-momma, his lil' mamma and realistically, for someone who has the tendency to misspell gratuitously and has an apparent literacy problem (not that he minds it at all, in fact, he seems outright amused by it), encapsulating the scale of his feelings and putting them into words isn't always easy and he can't or won't slip into the grandiose pontificating of Rhah because he refuses describe you like you're frigging shampoo, thinking it's whack, won't go the route of 'darling' the way Taylor would because to King, that has some major uncanny valley, rich-white-folk-with-a-summer-home energy written all over it (something he might just say openly, to Taylor's own face) and he almost definitely won't go into childish bizarreness in the style of Bunny because he doesn't consider himself a little freak, but regardless, whatever King calls you oozes so much inherent honey-dipped charm with little to no effort on his part that almost anything he says sounds likeable. He could just downright go and call you hey, boo-boo and it'll come off like the warmest, most darling nickname ever because he delivers it with a full mega-watt smile that's just infectious as all heck. That being said, whatever he calls you probably reflects the nicknames he'd like you to call him back; if you're wifey, he's hubby, if you're bae, he's bae, if you're lil' mamma, he's big daddy, if you're peach, he's bear. So on and so forth. Somehow, there's a weird, effortless poetry and assonance to all of it that's just so gosh darn cute.

― Chances are Elias might have the most interestingly diverse array of endearments for you where languages and subcultures are concerned because he is an open minded, enlightened guy that seems infinitely wiser and more knowledgeable than his age would ever imply and his nicknames for you directly mirror that, almost as if he took every sweet name he knew in every language he picked up throughout life and gave it to you, not unlike someone who seemingly somehow lived several lives within the short span of just one, meaning that you might be teasingly called anything from Hoàng Hậu (Queen) or his Cục vàng (piece of gold) in Vietnamese simply because he picked up some of the language by osmosis of being deployed on various tours; he might say Chiholloli instead of saying 'I love you', drawing from Oklohoma Indian country languages and smirk with an air of mystery when you ask him to translate for you and on other days, his endearments for you could range anywhere from as simple and as contemporary of-the-times as Baby or anywhere as lofty and elevated as his Soulmate. His Twin Flame; You could just as easily be a star-child because hey, you clearly belong up there much rather down than here or flower-child or downright go as elaborate as summer-of-love because he's connecting you to a time of peace and all the good things surrounding it; my love downright being the mere tip of the iceberg with him.

― I mean, Barnes is from the deep South, but that doesn't necessarily mean every classically southern sounding endearment gets thrown at you; well, not unless he wants to tease and border on being extremely sarcastic about it, semi-satirizing himself with the straightest, coldest poker face imaginable to the point you're unsure if he's joking or not (and you not knowing is the whole point) --- but, that being said, his nicknames for you are clipped and straight to the point seeing as how he's less so for words and more so for actions; you're beaut, you're shug, you're ma'am, you're missy, you're toots. That's more or less it on a good day, give or take. The rest should all be doing and less so about the saying. Chances are, he can't stand people who are all silver tongued around each other, calling each other all sorts of incredulous, fanciful bullshit all day, all night and always but when it comes to the actual deeds part of it, they can't walk the walk and it turns out all those words were just an empty, showy sack of crap --- glitter sprinkled over excrement; he's the polar opposite of say, Rhah Vermucci in that regard. He doesn't feel he needs to refer to you as the petal of heavenly delights for this shit to be genuine; he needs to actually go and cement the idea with undertaking, effort and enterprise. Barnes is the prime one among the bunch to actually do something to show he cares than actually say something to show he does. He rather does all the things endearments describe at their core than actually utter it.