#don't know how to start a romantic relationship like a normal person? not sure what the whole deal with “feelings” and “emotions” even is?

[latenightsundayblues]

Or however it is this is supposed to work

[anhydriite]

[yanderes-galore]

Maybe some headcanons for Deadpool with a Reader who is literally just a guy™(gn!reader ofc, I'm aware you don't write for male reader)?

Man is boasting about how he cut a guy in half or something like that and reader is just trying to finish their paperwork and nodding along, barely paying attention to what he says bcs rent is due

Yeah you're right, I usually do GN now with the occasionally Female! Reader. Regardless, here's you getting Deadpool as your friend against your will (or something more.)

Yandere! Deadpool with Citizen! Darling

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Clingy behavior, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Violence, Delusional behavior, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Deadpool/Wade is someone that would seem... inconvenient to the average person.

He's a chaotic mercenary that's quite used to spilling blood.

He's seen horrors and enemies you've never heard of or seen.

You, on the other hand, are simply trying your best to live a normal life.

You work a normal job, you work to pay bills and rent, maybe you even study for college.

You're focused on your own goals.

Honestly, the dynamic of you somehow having Deadpool obsessed with you is funny.

He's far from normal, yet he considers you a person he simply has to be around all the time.

In ways he's useful to have... but I can also see him bringing you trouble.

Sometimes I can imagine him knocking on your door to beg you to hang out.

Yet let's be honest, Deadpool seems more likely to slip himself through your window and wait for you to find out.

He's so giddy about it too.

He stalks you from afar, disguising it as 'watching over you since it's dangerous'.

Yet there's times you'll hear him slip into your home or apartment somehow.

When you encounter him, he's just laying on the couch or sitting at your desk with his arms in the air.

"Surprise!" He'd say, practically grinning under his mask. "Your favorite person's here to say hello!"

Good luck getting rid of him... He's stubborn.

I imagine at first you're bothered.

After all, he's a mercenary who somehow got attached to you.

Now you have to worry about being a target due to speaking with a man you barely know.

Yet when Deadpool keeps you safe and out of the hands of threats... You tolerate him more.

He insists you call him Wade when it's just the two of you.

Regardless of how much you know about him... Deadpool treats you like you're close friends.

Even if you try to get rid of him, he just comes back the very next day.

You feel rather forced to be close to him when he starts offering to help you with finances.

Having trouble? His work can sometimes bring big payouts.

As long as you don't mind him coming up to you covered in blood... He can help you at least with the rent~

You're also forced to accept the fact you have a murderer that's close to you.

Well... a mercenary. As long as he benefits from it, he'll take a job.

Plus... Spoiling his dear companion allows him closer!

There have been multiple times you've scolded him for getting blood around the apartment.

Even when you grow used to the idea of his work, you'd rather he doesn't track evidence wherever he goes.

Of course, in response, he simply asks if he can borrow your shower and wash his suit here.

Which leads to you sighing deeply and complying.

It's hard to be scared of him since he has an oddly soothing personality at times?

Sure, he's chaotic, murderous, and downright vulgar at times...

But there's also times he tries to be compensating, offering to pay for things or bringing you gifts.

He knows he can be a dangerous pain in the ass sometimes...

So, he wants to show you he wants a mutual bond.

Deadpool is overprotective and jealous as a yandere, be that platonic or romantic.

He'll try not to kill out of jealousy... Killing should only be done if it's for money or you're in danger.

Yet... He is fully capable of it.

It would be so easy to make someone's death untraceable for him... somewhat.

He could definitely kill someone then play it off with you that he didn't.

Although he'll try not to murder anyone too close to you... He needs you to like him after all.

... he could always be manipulative and make you dislike someone too....

Deadpool can be extremely selfish... but he'll try to think things through.

He'd rather you like him genuinely... and not force it.

Deadpool is rather casual for someone who likes to break into your house.

At some point you may just get used to it.

You just try to tell him to let you sleep if he decides to crash for the night....

For the most part he doesn't disturb you...

He probably does watch you sleep though.

Now to talk about what the original request brought up... Yes, he would tell you all sorts of stories.

You could be studying, paying bills, working on something on your PC...

Only for Deadpool to ramble on and on beside you, telling you about a recent job he did.

He works on making it entertaining, too.

He's elaborate in his retellings, sound effects and acting the entire time.

You nod along, only shaken from your work when he leans against your work, asking what you're doing.

He's a surprisingly casual yandere.

Although... He ends up crashing all of your hangouts with other people.

He wants it obvious that you two are best buds.

Or, if he's feeling playful or romantic, something more~

He seems like he'd be overly dramatic and flirty on purpose to make others uncomfortable to keep you for himself.

Afterwards he practically begs you to play games with him on your console(s).

Even just chatting is enough for him!

Just... He doesn't like anyone else having that same privilege.

I feel Deadpool would threaten others to stay away from you if you'll notice they're gone.

Then once he severs that connection, he can do whatever he wants.

Deadpool would overall try to keep things 'normal' between you.

At least... As normal as he can be.

Anything darker he makes sure is kept hidden... or if you found out...

He'll come up with an elaborate excuse on why he had to do what he did, just so he can continue to crash at your place and keep your eyes on him.

[shadesoflsk]

THE OLD WAY

pairing: Leon Kennedy x fem reader

summary: Living at a farm and being married surely has it perks. However, Leon can't help but think something is missing.

warnings: smut, MDNI, oral (fem receiving) p in v, mating press (??), creampie, breeding kink, outdoor sex, age gap (unspecified), established relationship, fluff, Leon is so husband in this, mentions of pregnancy, domestic bliss.

word count: 4k

author's note: Hello! I had this fic in my drafts for sooo long. I was kind of ashamed to post this since it's not my usual type of content but !!! fuck it !! Ovulation goes brrr. I hope you all like it!I had an older Leon in mind but I used a re6 leon pic for funsies. (And please... don't judge the lack of creativity in my title... I didn't know what to write.)

MY MASTERLIST

City life was no longer fitting for a man like him. Job was not the same and he was afraid he might not get up from one of his falls one day. Joints no longer worked like they used to, a painful reminder of how his age was getting to him.

That's why he chose to retire, rather early for the average citizen. But he believes his position as a federal agent has aged him to the point where he could easily describe himself as an 80 years old man who needed help crouching down.

With that in mind, he wasted no time buying a home away from civilization. Money was no problem and owning a ranch now sounded like the best idea he could come up with. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Time seemed to flow faster as he settled down in a peaceful lifestyle.

Solitude was very much welcomed. The sounds of blood dripping and ragged screams were replaced by the soft pitty patter of the rain and the usual rooster’s crow each morning, announcing a new day. 

But, as much as he has grown to love and appreciate his simplistic routine, the monotonous daily work and the lack of companionship were hitting him hard. When night came and his thoughts clouded his rational side, he yearned for a change in his life. He was never the romantic type, never been. His previous job as an agent cut off any possibilities of having a partner and settling down like any normal person would. But years made him a sappy man, it seemed.

Life works in mysterious ways, though. He wouldn’t have thought that farm life would bring him a sweet thing like you. It all started with your car breaking down a few meters away from his farm. You wanted to thank him for his help, there was no way you would simply express your gratitude through words, not after his assistance. 

So, your first visit consisted of a home-baked pie which he reluctantly accepted. Not because he didn’t want to but it had been a while since he was last gifted something. That first meeting soon turned into a couple until you were basically there every day. 

“Stay with me,” shifted into a “Be my girlfriend” and therefore the “Marry me?” finally came. 

You were the best thing that has ever happened in his life, a peaceful life away from any danger the city may bring and a beautiful wife by his side? God granted him the most perfect miracle ever. 

He followed the milestones of your relationship to a T. Even though the lack of knowledge was sometimes obvious, he knew the basics of how to keep a girl—his girl— happy. It was in his nature to provide, and living with you meant no exception. 

He always strived to do better, to be better. Your needs were always met and he took pride in knowing he was your husband. No one else but him. 

However, he felt selfish when none of that actually fulfilled him. He was happy with you, don’t get him wrong. Nothing was like before when he thought he would die alone with no one who cared about him. But something in the back of his mind kept bothering him.

And ever since he realized something was missing, he couldn't help but try to find out what it was. 

For days and weeks, he tried picturing the change both of you needed. More pets? You had enough with the dog you both have. Vacations? He had already taken you to the beach. More space in your home? The house at the farm was alright… Maybe a little too big for just the two of you.

Oh.

Oh…

The problem was the two of you. Or rather, being just the two of you on this big ranch. 

He had come to realize that he could, in fact, dream bigger. A few years ago, he would have thought that being married was a faraway dream, unachievable and stupid. But now he’s a husband and maybe if he tries hard enough, he can get to be a family man.

However, nobody has taught him how to face these types of situations. Even when he asked you to be his wife, he needed months of preparation. How was he going to explain this desire to put a baby in you? 

On one peaceful night, he was spooning you as always. It was his favorite activity after taking care of his chores at the farm (and even doing some of yours just so you could relax more). But even when there was nothing but a comforting silence, his thoughts wouldn’t stop flooding his mind. 

He let one of his hands rest on your abdomen, caressing the skin there with circular motions. He tried closing his eyes to prevent more of those thoughts from coming to his mind yet it was useless. His imagination was running wild when he pictured you carrying a life in your belly, swollen and round, the perfect scenario.

He imagined taking care of you. Of course, his pretty wife won’t do anything if she’s next to him. There was no way he wouldn’t take that opportunity to show her how much of a man, a good man he was. 

Pressing a kiss to your cheek as he rested behind you, he spoke before even thinking what he was supposed to say.

“You would be a good mom, you know?” It slipped out of his mouth, he should’ve used a more discreet way of speaking his mind. Now it was too late to draw back.

“What?” You chuckled as you turned your head to look at Leon. “I’d look great as a mom?” 

“Yeah.” He whispered, finally admitting his desire to have a family. “What do you think?”

He wouldn’t push the matter if you don’t feel the same. As much as he loved the idea of having mini versions of both of you, there was no way he would force you to do it. 

“Mhm… I think you’d also be a great dad.” Your voice was as soft as his, indulging in this little moment of intimacy and raw honesty. 

The word dad rings in his mind. His life before having his ranch was violence-filled, then years of solitude surrounded by nothing but nature cornered him to think that being alone was his destiny. Now, you brought him a newfound desire to come back home and finding you and your child. A family.

“You think so?” 

“Absolutely.”

Leon had a silly smile formed on his face. His dreams were actually achievable and domesticity and tranquility were now his everyday life.

“We can try if you want.” You added, feeling how Leon continued drawing shapes on your stomach. “How many would you like?”

Leon didn’t think he would get this far. 

“Want me to be honest?” Leon’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. “I wouldn’t mind having an entire football team with you.” He joked, hearing how you gasped in response.

“Leon!” You slapped his hand out of your abdomen. “I’m the one having them!” 

Both of you laughed as the night embraced both of you like a blanket. Confessions have never been so much welcomed as tonight’s. 

“I love you.” He murmured as his eyes closed. It was a reassurance that whatever life had in store for both of you, he would gladly accept it.

“I love you more.” You replied with the same fondness as always. Drifting off to sleep was easier than ever.

-

Days passed and the conversation wasn’t forgotten. Nonetheless, you let the flow of time and life decide for both of you.

Daily chores needed to be completed no matter what. So, he’s now washing his hands after feeding the horses. You’re holding the garden hose which makes a wet mess given the force of the water. 

“Didn’t know it was raining.” Leon jokes as the water soaks his shirt and pants. 

“Shit, sorry.” You turn off the garden hose as you giggle watching how drenched Leon looks. 

And while you are genuinely sorry since Leon still has things to do on the farm, you can’t help but appreciate the image your husband is offering. White shirt now see-through, giving you the perfect view of his soft abdomen clinging to the fabric.

When you first met Leon, he had told you what an amazing body he had. With so much pride, he once showed you pictures of his past self. Images of a toned torso and strong arms would look appealing to your eyes. But each time Leon and you are intimate, you get to feel his slightly rounder belly pressed against you, his strong arms clinging to you. In those moments you can’t help but thank God for the gorgeous man you have. 

“Enjoying the view?” Leon breaks the silence when he feels your eyes not leaving his body. 

“Maybe…” You quietly whisper as you drop the hose and walk closer to him. “Can’t help it, my husband is so handsome.” You add, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Inevitably, you inhaled the scent you have grown to love. 

For a moment, you stay there, just drowning in the affection letting your hands rest on his sides unaware of how Leon could feel the slight friction of your breasts against his soaked shirt. The thin fabric of your dress does a poor job of preventing Leon’s hands from wandering around your body. 

A pool of arousal starts setting in Leon as he reaches your ass and gives it a firm squeeze.

With one swift and smooth move, he lifts you off the ground. Your feet are no longer touching the floor as Leon walks away from the barn. And, as if on command, you wrap your legs around his torso, allowing him to walk easier to whatever destination he had in mind.

For once, Leon hates the fact that he owns a big ass farm. His place is a bit far away from the barn, so his decisions are fogged by the desire and neediness he is feeling at the moment. Years in solitude led him to think he was imponent but with the way his jeans seem to get tighter each time your lower half brushes against his, he knows it's not true.

He is a gentleman, don’t get him wrong. He’d have picked you up and carried you to his bedroom as usual, laid you on the bed, taken off your clothes, and fucked you gently (or rough) like he usually did. However, a newfound wish piqued his interest, and even though you're in a secluded area, he wishes everyone would know what pretty girl he got.

Without further thinking and no complaints made, he places you down on the grass. The sensation of the blades tickling your skin is, in a way, bothersome, but your brain is easily turned into mush every time Leon dares to touch you.

Leon, however, wouldn’t allow you to feel any discomfort. His sun-kissed skin would be exposed in swift motion as he takes off his wet shirt. Those antagonizing seconds of admiring him unbuttoning the fabric push you to press your thighs together, seeking any type of release or mere pleasure.

“Up,” And after those endless seconds of him taking off his shirt, his hand taps your hip, motioning you to lift the lower half of your body for him to lay his shirt there. Giving no second thoughts, you raise your rear, pathetically quick, and Leon notices. “So needy, have I been slacking off?”

And his tone gives him away. He is looking forward to letting nature be the witness of your lustful acts. The sun being your light and the grass your makeshift bed. His body embraces the position on top of you.

“Of course I have.” He cooes, bringing his face lower and lower before pressing his cheek against your inner thigh. His stubble resembles sandpaper with how it scratches your skin, but at this point, it brings more pleasure than annoyance. “Look at her, already crying for me.”

His breath tickles the middle area between your legs. The wet spot in your panties is obvious to Leon who wastes no time to bring up that fact. And you want to thank yourself for choosing a dress today because there is no way you could do anything besides laying on the grass and letting Leon treat you so nicely and tenderly.

“How could I?” He hums against the soaked patch of the fabric. “Been neglecting my pretty girl.” He presses a kiss on your clothed area, dragging down the anticipated pleasure you’re looking for. 

“Mhm… please.” Your babbles gain a chuckle out of Leon’s lips. He is enjoying the whole setting, he wouldn’t have known he had a thing for outdoor sex but then again, he loves discovering new things with you. 

Antagonistically, he lifts your dress until it reaches your abdomen and exposes your lower half.

And finally, his fingers hook around the sides of your panties, yanking down the fabric, allowing himself to admire the way he has made a mess of you already. 

As always, he was ready for his favorite meal in the whole world.

Lying on his stomach, he props up on his elbows, his mouth dives into your pussy as his tongue laps at your clit. A moan escapes your lips as the sensation of being eaten out by Leon floods your mind and soul. 

He feasts like a starved man, like he is eating his favorite dessert. He delves into your aching hole, his tongue tasting the sweet and well-known flavor of your juices. He brings your legs over his shoulders, propping you to raise your lower half and reach even deeper. 

“Shit,” Your fingers tangle in his dirty blond hair, shoving his face into your cunt. His lips suck your clit, paying close attention to that part, drawing moans and whines out of you. 

A plethora of names are being said as Leon continues being trapped between your thighs. He flicks his tongue while he feels how some of your slick drips to his stubble. And with the way your legs squeeze him even tighter, he can already guess you’re feeling so much pleasure from his tongue alone.

You arch your back, trying to bring him even closer to your core. The wet noises of his saliva and your slick mix with the outdoor ones. The soft rustling of the trees’ leaves and the birds chirping are a reminder of the scenario you both are in.

Whimpers leave your lips as Leon's tongue makes out with your cunt. Your fingers grip the shirt Leon placed as a makeshift blanket. Heat starts pooling in your belly as the antagonizing seconds of Leon eating you out bring you to the edge.

At last, your body jerks and comes undone in Leon’s grasp. He holds you in place, flattening his tongue to collect every drop of your slick. He could easily cum too just by the fact he was tasting your release. 

“My sweet girl, always so perfect for me.” He finally disconnects from your pussy to crawl back to where your face is. He places some kisses on your neck which is glistening with a layer of sweat given how much pleasure you were previously feeling. 

At last, his lips reach yours and he passionately kisses you. You could easily taste yourself in the kiss yet you don’t care at this very moment. 

For a moment, he indulges in the tenderness of the kiss after bringing you to heaven with just his tongue alone. However, the easily noticeable restraint in his jeans was getting harder to control. 

You feel him grind against you, seeking any type of friction to ease the aching feeling of his erection. 

“Leon… I can’t….” Leon’s intentions are obvious as you feel his clothed dick humping your leg like a needy man yet, you are still tender from your ecstasy. 

“You can…” He brings his face against the crook of your neck once again, placing wet kisses around your skin. “Just one more baby.”

He pleads, he begs, he needs to feel you wrapped around him. Those thoughts about leaving his mark, leaving his seed in you are still pretty much present. So at last, you nod. That’s when you can feel a smile forming on his lips which continue being pressed against your neck. 

“Thank you, thank you.” Acting like he hasn’t touched for ages, you hear the rustle of fabric and his belt buckle falling to the ground. You see how his dick springs out of his boxers when he pulls them down, already leaking precum just from eating you out.

In less than a second, you feel him collecting your previous release, sliding his cock through your folds with such ease that it had you gripping air. 

“Fuck…” He murmurs as he pushes himself painfully slowly, taking his time to feel how your walls tighten around his length. Pinned underneath him, you feel overwhelmed by the sensation of having his body so close to you. 

“My pretty wife…” He whispers as he is finally all the way in. “Look at you, so pretty full of me.” He adds while one of his hands caresses your hair.

He starts gently rocking against your body, the pace is slow and comforting as if trying to remember the way your velvety walls clamp his dick, the stretch being something you’re accustomed to.

“I love you so much, you know that?” He says as he thrusts inside of you, this time a little more urgently. The hand that was previously running through your hair wraps around your waist and lifts it slightly. 

“Mhm…yes.” You nod as your eyes lock with his, witnessing a newfound desire you haven’t seen before. Maybe it was the fact that both of you are outdoors, you don’t know. 

The sounds of his skin slapping against yours mix with your heavy breaths. The perfect music for the perfect scenario. As soon as Leon hits that sweet spot of yours, you whimper his name like a mantra. 

And then again, the thought of a family floods his mind. The mental image of your belly stretching out, making space for the baby is everything he longs for. And not only that, but he craves to take care of you, his pretty wife. You wouldn’t need to lift a finger for the nine months of pregnancy. 

“Wanna fill you up.” He finally confesses in a moan. He isn’t a stranger to dirty talk, you know it well. The way his words come out like a promise and an already-made decision is proof of his not so hidden wish. “This farm is lonely with just the two of us…”

And as he presses his forehead against yours, you see in his eyes the devotion he has for you. The same man that promised you the world is now promising a life, a new life who is going to be the perfect combination of both you and him.

“What’chu mean?” You feign ignorance just for the sake of hearing those words coming out of his mouth again. And as you try to say some more teasing words, you can feel the way his thrusts get rougher as if trying to make a statement. The statement being that he wouldn’t stop until you get pregnant.

“You know what I mean…” He is huffing by now, letting out a grunt as he utters those words. “Wanna get you nice and full.”

Ultimately, your dreams are the same as his. So you allow him to transform this dream of his into his—your—reality now.

“Yeah?” You say through your teeth, trying not to whimper from the fact that his cock is reaching so deep into you. 

“Yeah.” He groans, his sticky forehead never leaving yours as he looks into your eyes and your dazed-out expression. “You’re gonna look so goddamn beautiful as a momma.” 

Out of desperation to fuck you even deeper, he brings your legs to his shoulders, just like he previously did when he was eating you out. But this time, it is an attempt to let his dick mark your womb. 

It is his mission to one day see a positive test. It’s his mission to show his devotion to his princess and the now-future mother of his children. He’d never stop looking at the telltale of his seed making its home in your body. 

He wouldn’t let you do anything besides resting and growing your little miracle. He’d cook, he’d clean, he’d feed you if you ask him to. 

“Keep squeezing me like that, I’m gonna—fuck—cum…” He effortlessly bends your knees even more, bringing them closer to your chest.  “Gonna fill you up until I’m so damn empty.” 

He takes advantage of the vulnerable position you’re in to bring a hand to your clit. Rubbing it, he waits for the imminent climax of both of you.

“Cum for me, princess.” He presses his body on top of you, the position allowing him to let out an almost growl against your ear. The sense of purpose that Leon is showing prompts you to finally reach your climax. With a broken voice and your fingernails leaving crescent moons on his back, you coat his dick with your release. A gooey ring forms at the base of his cock every time he pulls in and out of you. 

His actions don’t stop there, though. He was so close to spilling right inside you and making his dreams come true. He brings the hand that was previously teasing your clit to your face, brushing away some of your hair that has stuck to your forehead, he looks right into your eyes.

“Fucking love you so much.” He grunts, his deep sea eyes never leaving yours, as if trying to engrave this moment in his mind. To forever remember the time when he finally achieved his dream. “You’ll be the prettiest momma ever.”

Although his thrusts are too much for you to handle and the overstimulation turns into a slight discomfort, the way his hand is gently caressing your cheek—a juxtaposition of his determined attempt of marking you— makes you melt on the spot.

And especially since the cold feeling of his wedding ring reminds you of the amazing man you married.

“I'm cumming.” He warns you as his thrusts get sloppy and without rhythm. He's seeing stars at this moment, every time he plunges his dick into you he reaches the sky. And at last, with the way his breath gets laboured and heavy, it announces his high coming.

The head of his dick spurts rope after rope of cum into you, the angle you are in makes it easier for it not to drip out of you. He wouldn’t allow a drop of his seed to go to waste. 

You feel the warm and thick liquid filling your insides, proof of Leon’s actions and therefore fulfilled wish. For a moment, you stay there letting his weight crush you and your bent legs. 

After a while, he slowly slips out of you, carefully placing your legs on the ground. You feel the grass blades tickling your calves where Leon’s shirt doesn’t reach. 

Leon rests his arm next to your head, admiring the dazed-out expression you have after letting him fill you.

“Hey…” He murmurs before letting out a soft chuckle. 

“Hi you.” You respond with a smile amidst the exhaustion that is running through your veins. “We really just did that.”

“Yeah…” In his eyes, you can observe how much love he has for you and how eager he is to know if this one dream will be a reality.

With his free hand, he grabs yours and places soft pecks on your knuckles. 

“Are you okay?” He once again speaks, now making sure you are alright. 

“More than okay.” 

He gives your knuckles one last kiss before he lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head while doing so.

“A penny for your thoughts?” You ask.

“Nothing…” He shakes his head once again. “It's just that… I may have some dad jokes already prepared.”

“Shut up, Leon.”

You couldn’t wait to know if your dreams were achieved by this act. You couldn’t wait to see if your life could get even better than this. And especially, you couldn’t wait to experience being a family.

💬 shadesoflsk: Comments, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated.

[pomefioredove]

Hi, there! For the Christmas event, can I have a sugar cookie, #7, with frosting and chocolate drizzle, please? Thanks!

of course! and thank you for your patience

order #7, sugar with frosting, chocolate drizzle

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ the temperature on tuesdays

summary: a ramshackle mishap forces you to stay with your benevolent ex tropes: only one bed, exes to lovers characters: trey additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, short and sweet

Nightmare.

Nightmare, nightmare, hellworld. Hell. This is hell. You're in it.

As if your pitiful life couldn't get any worse. Wretched, wretched world, curse it all!

If you were Malleus Draconia, Ramshackle- no, the entire school would be flooded, frozen over, and on fire all at once.

Luckily for everyone, you're just you. Silly, little you. In your silly little dorm, doing your silly little homework for your silly little classes (that are actually terribly difficult). No magic, no special talents, nothing interesting about you, except the novelty of being normal.

And then a silly little- no, no, a seriously large storm had uprooted a seriously large tree, which was now in your living room.

Nothing could be done until morning, if anything could be done at all.

Sometimes, you wish that nothing had changed.

"Sorry, sorry again. We're so sorry," Deuce repeats, as if hearing it a thirtieth time will suddenly change your mind.

Ace rolls his eyes and tosses you a pillow. "Dude, would you can it? The last thing we need is Mr. Curfew to descend upon us like the plague,"

Riddle. It figures that your lousy friends hadn't bothered to tell the housewarden about the situation at hand.

Deuce catches your cold stare. "We didn't want to wake him,"

"Yeah, he turns into a regular ticking time-bomb when he's woken from his nappies,"

You roll your eyes at the two. You're almost sure you'd rather wake Riddle and incur his wrath than stand out here all night.

"It's not weird," Ace insists. "Trey's a nice guy. He'd do this for anyone!"

"Just don't let him look at your teeth too closely," Deuce mutters.

You still don't move. Your feet stay firmly on the cold floor, your arms wrapped around yourself in a comforting embrace. You'd almost prefer to take your chances with frostbite.

It's not as if Trey is some terrible person. It's not as if your relationship was toxic or painful or even that eventful at all.

It's just... the awkwardness. The forced smiles, the fleeting conversation, the act you two put up to make it seem like you've gone back to being friends.

It makes things easier for everyone... except for you.

Sometimes, you really wish that nothing had changed.

"I don't wanna," you pout, almost like a petulant child throwing a temper tantrum.

Ace and Deuce sigh. "It's not like it's just gonna be you guys. Trey has roomies,"

"It's not fair that Grim gets you guys, and I have to-"

"It's not like I'm jumping for joy, either," Ace snaps. "But he fits on the bed and you don't. Trey's bed is bigger. You'll like it in there."

You glare, but Ace doesn't give in. After a few seconds of silence, hoping they'll finally let you stay with them, you sigh. Your feet are starting to freeze over, anyway.

His room still smells like vanilla.

There's some comfort in knowing that some things never do change. Trey will always smell like vanilla and flour, he'll always look cute without his glasses, and his bed will always be neatly made, even with two people in it.

"Comfortable?" he whispers, tucking the blankets around your shivering body. "Sorry it's so cold. There's a rule..."

Figures. You only shudder in response. What are you supposed to say? What should you do? Write him a love sonnet about how nice he is? Bake him a cake to thank him?

Obviously not. He's the baker. You're just... you.

"You look like you're freezing to death," he murmurs. "Here, let me..."

If you weren't so damn cold, and tired, and pissed at Ace and Deuce, you might have bitten his hand like a wild animal. But, damn it, if you aren't a wild animal in need of some warmth. You think you wouldn't mind so much if you were scooped up in a cardboard box and driven to a rehabilitation center.

Trey tucks you into his side, his arm around your shoulders and your head on his chest. He's surprisingly warm- you suppose he must be used to Riddle's strictness about the temperature on Tuesdays.

You're almost mad at him. How dare he be so sweet and thoughtful and perfect... and... and all boyfriendy.

"Good night," he whispers, patting your head. The movement is soothing, in its way.

You must never speak of this again.

"Good night," you murmur back, losing yourself to his warmth as if nothing had really changed at all.

[wallofchynax]

ALL THAT YOU ARE

Synopsis: You and Seth have been fuckbuddies drifting apart. Now that he's a Heyman guy, he comes back unto your life and wants you for real this time. You shouldn't want him; you don't trust Heyman but Seth won't take no for an answer this time

content warnings: dubcon, oral sex (f!recieving), creampies, seth being manipulative, choking

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You weren't exactly on speaking terms with Seth these days. 

Something had changed with him. It started at Elimination Chamber, and it went through to Wrestlemania. You weren’t surprised when he had became a Paul Heyman guy. You could have seen the writing on the wall months ago. Your relationship, if you wanted to call it that, had been tense. You weren’t exactly in a purely platonic relationship but you weren’t in a romantic relationship either. Truthfully, you didn’t really know how you felt about Seth and recently, you were even more confused.  

However, when you were getting ready for Raw in your locker room, you heard the door open. You didn’t invite him in but then again, people like Seth Rollins don’t wait for permission. Being a Paul Heyman guy meant that you didn’t need to wait for anyone now.  

You were on the bench, taping your wrists not really looking at him but you could feel his eyes. He wasn’t watching you with the eyes that he normally did and you could feel it on your back. Something had corrupted that charm and made it more calculated. Feral.  

He didn’t speak. He closed the door and watched you but you knew he was there. You always knew he was there without him saying a word because the air in the room changed each time.  

“You know you are wasting your time down here,” he said, finally, voice smooth and low, the way temptation always sounded before it turned into sin, “You should be at the top with me, like you deserve,” 

You didn’t look at him – you just spoke flatly, “I’m not interested in being one of Heyman’s puppets,” 

He laughed. Not his normal over the top, show boating laugh. It wasn’t cruel, it wasn’t kind. It was just knowing.  

“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying,” You heard his steps alongside his words. You felt him, even before his fingers grazed your shoulders, “You wouldn’t belong to him. You would belong to me,” 

You hated that it made you shiver with want.  

“You don’t get it, do you?” He murmured as he moved to crouch in front of you. He was forcing you to look at him and there was something soft yet so calculating about the way he looked right now. He placed a hand on your knee, soft circles just under the hem of your gear, “I asked for you personally. Heyman didn’t even need convincing,” 

His eyes were full of fire and smoke with something you weren’t sure you could resist. 

“You can say no, Y/N. You know you can always say no and I’ll leave you alone…” his voice was soft, almost caring but you knew better when his hand was pressing up against your thigh, “But that’s not what you want, isn’t it? 

He tilted his head, mouth slightly parting. 

“You’ve always wanted this. You’ve always wanted me,” 

You opened your mouth. You wanted to argue with him, slap him or maybe kiss him but you were conflicted and it showed on your face and the way your face went pink when his hand was sliding higher on your thigh, urging your thighs to spread for him.  

“I barely recognise you, Seth…”  

His smile curled but his eyes looked soft. Sympathetic even. 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he murmured, voice dark like honey as he leaned in closer, so close his breath fanned your cheek, making you ache even though you wanted to run, “Maybe this is who I’ve always been. Maybe you just haven’t been looking close enough,” 

His other hand came up, not rough but intentional as his fingers slid along your jaw to hold you still, so you didn’t have a choice but to meet his gaze. 

“I see you,” he whispered, “Even when no one else does. I see you even when you try and bury it underneath all that pride. I see you,” 

Your lips parted but no sounds came out. You were trembling but not out of fear. His words were hitting something that was raw and true. You hated how Seth seemed to know that he had some sort of power over you.  

“You don’t have to trust Heyman. You don’t even have to trust me,” he said as his thumb brushed over your lip, slow and a touch manipulative, “But you will come with me whether you think it’s right or wrong,” 

“Why? You asked, voice tight and aching as your breath caught up. His fingers felt your jaw and trailed down your neck, right over your pulse point, “So you can say you own me? Is that it, Seth?  

His chuckle this time was lower, and more honest. 

“I already do,” 

He leaned in, lips just ghosting your own. You felt him everywhere trying to cage you in and the worst part was he didn’t even need to try,  

“Don’t lie to yourself. You have never belonged to anyone but me…”  

You wanted to shove him away. To scream, to laugh in his face, to tell him he was wrong. 

But your body betrayed you.  

You didn’t move. You didn’t flinch. You stayed still, breath catching in your throat as his lips brushed over yours, not quite a kiss, not yet, but claiming all the same. Seth’s fingers moved lower, down your collarbone, dragging with the slow reverence of someone memorising the shape of you. His other hand still cradled your jaw, not tight, but with just enough pressure to say you’re not going anywhere.  

“Say it,” he whispered.  

Your eyes snapped to his. “Say what?”  

“That you feel it,” he said, lips brushing the edge of your mouth again. “This pull between us. You always have.”  

“You’re wrong,” you said, but it sounded weak. Unconvincing. Because his touch was burning through every inch of resolve you thought you had.  

Seth tilted his head, smiling faintly, and it looked almost sad. “You think I didn’t feel you watching me? You think I didn’t see the way you looked at me before I was his?”  

His thumb brushed the hollow of your throat.  

“I was yours long before I became Paul’s.”  

You shook your head, voice cracking 

“You don’t get to twist this...you don’t-” 

But his lips were on yours before you could even finish your sentence. It was a kiss that silenced you. A kiss that dominated without pushing too hard. 

It wasn’t violent. It wasn’t forceful. It was worse, it was intimate. Designed to unravel you. Meant to make you need it, crave it, beg for more even when you hated yourself for doing so. 

You gasped against him, but your legs were parting instinctively when his hand slid up your inner thigh again, this time with purpose. 

Seth broke the kiss with a soft bite to your lower lip, watching your flushed, dazed face with something darkly triumphant. 

“You can keep pretending you don’t want this,” he whispered. “But sooner or later, you’re going to come with me.” 

And then his mouth was on yours again, but this time it wasn’t a tease—it was consumption. His hands were on your thighs, spreading them effortless. Fingers yanking at your gear, pushing the waistband down, exposing you like it was his right. 

“You think I can’t smell it...” he murmered, dragging your soaked panties down your thighs, “You were dripping and I barely touched you,” 

“Seth...what the fuck.” 

His hands grabbed your knees and spread you open, eyes flickering with lust and triumph. 

“I’m going to ruin you,” 

And then he dropped to his knees. Before you could even stop him, his hands were pressed against his thighs pushing them far apart before his head dipped down. When his mouth met your heat, tongue immediately flattening and dragging up your soaked folds with zero hesitation. He groaned like it fed something deep in him, something starving. You grabbed at his hair, not to guide, but to survive. 

“Seth...jesus,” 

He didn’t stop. His tongue circled your clit, teasing it, then pressing hard, just to feel the way your thighs jumped. He sucked, licked, and devoured like a man obsessed. 

And maybe he was. 

“You taste like you belong to me,” he growled into you, breath hot, voice wrecked. 

You cried out, loud, grinding against his face before you could stop yourself. Your hips moved on instinct now, chasing him, chasing the friction that burned so good you couldn’t breathe through it. 

He held you down when you started to shake,palms firm on your thighs as he sucked your clit harder, tongue flicking and teasing until tears brimmed in your eyes. 

It was too much. 

Too deep. Too raw. 

And still, he kept going. 

Your first orgasm tore through you like a scream, but Seth didn’t stop. He just kept going. He licked you through it, kept licking, mouth relentless as your hips jerked and your body spasmed. By the time the second orgasm hit, you were almost in tears, legs shaking uncontrollably, hands fisting his hair so tightly he was moaning against your clip. 

He loved it. He fed on you wanting him as much as you wanted him. You broke on his tongue, crying now, voice hoarse as your body collapsed backward on the table, wrung out and soaked and shaking. 

Only then did Seth rise. 

He leaned over you, lips glistening, licking them slow as he stared down at your red face. He did not wait, after what he just pulled from your body. His fingers stroked along the folds of your sensitive pussy before scooping up your slick. 

“There she is,” he whispered, brushing a tear off your cheek with the same thumb that held your lip earlier. “There’s my girl.” 

His fingers pressed against your lip, forcing them inside so you could taste yourself on his fingers. Your lips parted automatically, tongue curling around the fingers he pushed in, coated in your slick, warm, salty. He watched the way you sucked on them, expression burning with pride and hunger, like he’d just claimed a prize he’d been chasing for years. 

“My perfect little mess,” he murmured. “So fucking sweet for me.” 

His hand cupped your jaw, thumb sliding across your wet bottom lip before he pulled his fingers free and stood fully between your spread thighs again. 

You whimpered from overstimulation, but you were far from done. 

Not even close. 

He grabbed your hips, yanking you towards the edge of the table until your ass nearly slid off. He pulled down his wrestling gear enough to pull his cock out, thick, flushed, twitching with anticipation as he dragged the tip through your soaked folds.  

“I should make you beg,” he said, his tone a low, dangerous purr. “But you don’t need to. Not anymore.” 

You choked out a breath, too far gone to argue, thighs trembling as he lined himself up, pressing in, slow but deliberate. He wanted you to feel every inch, every second of the stretch. 

And you did. 

“Fuck,” you gasped, clawing at his arms as he sank deeper, inch by thick inch, stretching you open until he bottomed out. 

He was so deep it hurt and felt too good to stop.  

Seth grunted through his teeth, jaw clenched as he held still for a moment inside you, like he was savouring it. 

“Made for me,” he growled, one hand gripping your thigh while the other tangled in your hair, pulling your head forwards and lowering so his lips were just hovering over his lips, “Say it. Say you were made for me,” 

He slammed into you, hard and sudden, driving a moan out of your throat. 

“Say it,” 

You were crying now, but not from fear. From how full you were. From the way it felt to finally let go. From the way his cock split you open like you were made for this, made for him. His hand slid from your hair to your throat, not squeezing, just holding. Just there. Just enough pressure to ground you in the chaos of everything. 

And God, you wanted it.  

You moaned, loud, arching under, wrapping your legs tighter around his hips, thighs trembling.  

“Say it,” he growled again, fingers digging in slightly deeper, brutal thrust that made the breath punch for your lungs, “Tell me your mine,” 

“I’m yours,” you gasped, voice cracking as your fingers dug into his back, “Seth... I’m yours. Fuck, please don’t stop-” 

That’s all he needed. 

He fucked into you hard, deep, filthy, each thrust driving the table under you just a little farther back on the floor. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, along with your broken moans and the low, possessive growls from his chest. 

“You feel that?” he rasped, fucking you harder. “That’s me inside you. Claiming you.” 

You could feel everything, the stretch, the drag, the way your body clenched down on him so tight it almost hurt. Your pussy was so soaked it sounded obscene, each thrust messier than the last, slick and wet and perfect. 

“You love it,” he snarled. “You love how I take you. You love being ruined.” 

You nodded frantically, eyes wet, lips parted. 

“Yes...yes, I fucking love it, don’t stop, please, don’t stop—” 

His thumb found your clit again, circling it with rough, fast pressure that made your whole body jolt. Your moans rose in pitch, high, wild and helpless. 

“Gonna come again for me?” he whispered, mouth close, tongue flicking over your earlobe. 

You whimpered, head dropping back as the pressure spiralled, white-hot and uncontrollable. 

“Yes! Fuck! I’m gonna...!” 

And you shattered before you finished your sentence. You came hard, screaming his name as your body convulsed, your cunt squeezing his cock in tight fluttering waves that had his eyes rolling back. 

“Shit!” he gritted out, slamming into you a few more times before he stilled, spilling inside of you with a broken guttural groan, his cock pulsing deep as he came, filling you with hot thick spurts until it leaked around the base. You clung to him, trembling, completely spent. His chest was heaving against yours, his forehead resting against the side of your neck, his voice a raspy whisper: 

“You’re mine now. And I don’t share.” 

His lips kissed the skin just beneath your jaw. Soft, almost sweet, a stark contrast to everything that came before. 

“I know,” you breathed, heart pounding, fingers threading into his damp hair. 

And this time, you don’t think you will leave him. Not now, not ever. 

[skeletonh0e]

Fuck it

Fresh Sans x Reader (SFW AND NSFW cuz I'm not a coward)

Literally everyone in the multiverse is going to judge you from a mile away

"Really? HIM???"

Yes. Him.

The strange thing about dating him though is that at first glance it's hard for people to tell if you two are like actually dating or if you two are just really good friends

Because given how Fresh reacts around everyone else it's actually hard to tell

He's touchy, he does kiss you just randomly on occasion, he's generally friendly and supportive but it makes it a bit hard to tell who he's into someone or just....

Being himself

You normally have to explicitly state that he's your boyfriend for others to kind of get it

Or Fresh says it, normally basically akin to "ayo yo yo! it's 8 o'clock me and my boo are supposed to watch all of fresh prince of bel air together! gotta scram!"

And yes, you are the boo in question

His pet names are normally again no different from what he calls others "bro, bruh, dude, homie" (yes he treats all these terms as gender neutral) but you do get the more actually romantic ones like "my boo" or "baby" if he's in a genuinely sweet mood

I will say he only has a vague sense of what he's doing, make no mistake if you managed to befriend him then pursue a romantic type of relationship with him, he trusts you completely and makes that abundantly clear. However he struggles with most emotions in general soooooo

Kind of just repeats things he sees on TV and goes off vibes

Dates are usually extremely cheesy as a result and painfully over the top, often done with his own twist about things. Think hiring a band to play you a song over a moon lit night dinner but the song is all start and the food is like chicken nuggets and mac n' cheese

Surprisingly also gives you a lot of gifts

Sometimes it's things you actually like and would expect from a romantic partner, other times it's just like gag gifts or something random he found that he thought you'd appreciate like pretty rocks, a jar of goo, or something you're pretty sure was an organ at one point (you don't know you don't ask)

One time proposed to you with a ring pop cuz he was told this was something people in relationships do

You still have the ring to this day ofc he got you the best of the best it never ends, never goes bad and you just have to clean it if it ever gets dirty

Also you basically have a free multi universal traveling service here, say the word and he'll take you anywhere. Hell, you don't even gotta say anything sometime he'll just pick you up and take you on an adventure

Which yes it doesn't matter how small or tall you are he will just randomly pick you up, the only difference is the way he does it as it can range from lifting you up above his head or tucking you under his shoulder

On a more serious note since he's not the most aware person about feelings and relationships you'll have to be painfully blind when communicating your feelings

Speaking of he's kind of shit at comforting you

He'll try, willing to hug and go "let it all out broski" but doesn't really know what to say

Especially if he's the reason your upset

Fresh: "bby who hurt you i will karate chop them so hard!"

Y/N: "It was you dumbass!"

Fresh: "....."

Fresh: *process to karate chop himself*

I wouldn't say he's super protective or even all that jealous for that matter, but he doesn't like people messing with you and he especially doesn't like people hurting you

So he's never afraid to intervene

Will just poof into existence between you and someone you were talking to while sounding off the worlds loudest airhorn

No one would call Fresh pure evil but uh, he definitely has some questionable morals. You may have to reign him here or there

Unless you wanna encourage that side of him ya know what they say YOLO baby

Definitely the type of partner to just annoy you like "you've gone too long without paying attention to me so I'm just gonna lay on top of you now"

He's very touchy with everyone in general but especially the case with you

Fairly big on PDA as a result which leads to the afterforementioned confusion with others not knowing how legit this attraction actually it

Hope you're ready to receive a lot of goofy ass text and very silly memes

Literally sliding into ur dms 24/7 and you cannot get rid of him

He wuuuuves you ❤️🧡💚💛💙💜

NSFW (BELOW THE CUT MINORS LOOK AWAY)

Does not know what sex is

Man is definitely asexual, it's a bit unclear where he falls specifically on the spectrum and trying to get him to pick a label is hard. However he's never had urges and certainly never had any reason to get into it

Until now at least

But you will have to explain it otherwise the moment you attempt something he's gonna be CONFUSED

And explain in detail cause he's gonna have questions

A lot of questions

And he still doesn't one hundred percent get it, but he's not disgusted by it and while he might feel little to no sexual arousal

He does like making you happy

He has the ability to make whatever junk you want, so it's basically build a bear

It's still Fresh though get ready for him goofy ass to just keep yapping

Very vocal especially when he turns you into a quivering moaning mess

While he can make his own gentials his favorite thing to do is give head or really just use his hands, the latter allows him to keep talking. And with thus man's extreme stamina he can do it for hours so again you'll have to make it VERY clear when too much is too much

Also an aspect he kind of gets into is lingerie, but I think he just likes you seeing you in pretty outfits and enjoyed skin to skin (skin to bone) contact a lot

Naturally expects for the focus to be on you and him to top especially since he all but outright confirms he's in this for YOU not for him

If you try and turn the tables on him he will be an EXTREMELY whiney and needy bottom especially if you tease him

Be warned too much teasing and he'll flip the roles back with a VENGEANCE

On a more serious note, definitely will have to ease him into extreme kinks not only because everything is new to him but he might also take it overboard

He is genuinely trying though so be easy on him

[yuri-is-online]

Now I wanna know how Grim ranks the second years. Also I'm in pain from wisdom teeth removal

oh dear I have heard that really hurts, I hope you are ok!

The Great Grim's OFFICIAL Tier List: Take 2 (do not steal)

Riddle- 3/10. Grim likes Riddle a lot, but not in a "hench human should date him" sort of way. If Grim had the ability to understand dating beyond thinking it's cringe he would tell you he is concerned about how Riddle handles conflict and what that would mean for your relationship. He wants you to be with someone who will give you space to relax, and Rampaging Riddle isn't the best at that. Unfortunately, Grim isn't that articulate so he just says he thinks he's too short.

Ruggie- 6.5/10. Ruggie isn't someone Grim hates exactly? Sure you dating someone rich would be nice because then he could get better tuna, but the rich guys on this campus are kind of scary... the real problem with Ruggie is that he expects Grim to do his share of the work. And he isn't shy about how cute he thinks Grim's insistence that he is the one in charge, that stupid laugh will start haunting his dreams. At least the cooking is worth it.

Azul- 7/10. Grim knows he shouldn't trust Azul but he does sort of... look he likes what the sleazy Tako is selling alright? And once that sell starts turning towards a romantic relationship with you he will absolutely be a little shit trying to wing man for him with you. It's sort of pathetic watching how they interact, both of them are convinced they are outsmarting the other but really the only person who is winning here is you.

Jade- I am so happy for your ugly ass boyfriend/10. Grim would be very happy if Jade tripped and fell into a ditch somewhere. Unfortunately Jade is an eel so he would probably just swim out of it right back into your arms and fake cry about it. If he wasn't so scary he'd be a 0.

Floyd- 9/10. Grim and Floyd sort of get along? Or at least I think so, Floyd likes Grim and likes hanging out with him and Yuu. He's the most likely out of the octotrio to actually bribe Grim without some sort of trick or gimmick because he finds it funny to see just how many things the baby seal will eat. He misses a point because Grim doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of being perfect but that's ok, Floyd knows the truth c: (he's delulu)

Kalim- 9.5/10. Grim thinks Kalim is kind of stupid and keeps trying to feed him crackers, so he is a half point away from perfect but! Kalim has no problems spoiling Grim which is good enough for him. Most of the time, if he didn't have money Grim would have so many questions.

Jamil- 20/10. Jamil is cringey but he can cook. I think Grim probably would be happiest in the long run with the more "normal" guys and Jamil would probably end up being his favorite. He gets to eat good food, and while Jamil would still want him to work... work isn't something Jamil wants to govern his entire life so Grimmy would be very happy with Yuu's choice.

Silver- meh/10. I don't think Grim understands the appeal of someone like Silver tbh. If anything I think his blunt kuudere swagger scares the hoes, which includes Grim. Sure, Silver is pretty, but he also says some pretty fucking dumb things that make Grim wonder if he needs to be the smart one. Normally he'd love that but ah. He is starting to feel rather unqualified all of a sudden for some reason, are you sure you like this guy? What standard is he meeting exactly and can you maybe reconsider...

[upmost-rylan]

S/O DATING THE CREEPYPASTAS *✧⁺˚⁺ପ(๑・ω・)੭ु⁾⁾

Author's note:

This was just supposed to be a #Rylan Rambles but u h I may have gone too far. So THIS IS MESSY SINCE I'VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE. so please don't expect anything good, I am good at art not story things.

T.w.:

for Eyeless Jack's part is cannibalism ofc

Jeff the killer

Jeff's type is very motherly like he loves a partner who's sweet but will basically drag him by the ear and lecture him for being a bitch. he is loving and sweet in his own way BUT you do have to have thick skin. at least for a while. he'll be throwing every insult in the book at you trying to get you away from him. he is scared of being vulnerable. So as he figures out his emotions it'll definitely be rough for a while and if you play into the "bit" and insulting him back, HE'D BE BLUSHING thinking you know how he feels. Be prepared since that'll be you two's love language! But for anyone who wants a relationship with this man there will definitely be some obstacles with him not being able to properly communicate his emotions in a healthy manner, his anger issues, the fact that this is probably his first ever relationship so it'll be rocky no matter what you do. But when you get over those obstacles and you are still there holding his hand with a smile you'll have a boyfriend FOR LIFE. Also become a sweetheart for those who love the idea of Jeff being soft to his partner.

Eyeless jack

His type to me personally is someone who treats him like he is a normal human being. That's it that's the one thing that'll make him fall head over heels in LOVE with you. But bonus points if you like to crack jokes and puns those ALWAYS make him laugh! He is a simple demon. However, THIS relationship is very much a MESS for at least the first half of it, you're in a relationship with a giant fluffy demon who eats human flesh did you expect it to be normal? This relationship is definitely a game of tug of war of him wanting to basically make you his dinner and wanting to keep you around because he loves you. You'd have to walk a really thin line to make sure this demon doesn't take one of your kidneys. But after a LONG while he'd start to actually act normal for the MOST part. Listen, I love to imagine this guy to be VERY creaturely. you know this if you have seen my design of him after a one or two years of being around you and not eating you; he leave a corpse (whether it's human or animal up to you) at your door like it's some gift from one giant cat.

Tim Wright/Masky

Tim/Masky's type is very "wife"-like if that makes sense (I headcanon him to be Bi-romantic Ace-spec so gender doesn't matter) like Tim to me loves the idea of having the white picit fence dream! it lets him feel like he's normal even for abit. Loves the idea of coming home from work to hug his partner from behind as he watches them cook dinner. Very domestic very demure. To most he's a pretty rough guy considering Masky but to me he's definitely a softy. compliment him and he'll be putty in your hands. 10/10 would 10000% smooch. But you two definitely sometimes have some trouble especially when Masky takes over. With that one YOU WILL N O T be able to sleep. every time you try to sleep be prepared to be shaken awake because masky finds it funny to startle you awake.

Brian Thomas/Hoodie

Listen we had Tim now we gotta do Brian, THEY ARE TWO PEAS IN A BOD YALL👏. His type to me personally is just a funny good vibes person, who loves being on the go and not in one place for too long. Now, this relationship is basically MADE OUT OF POSITIVE VIBES. Brian to me is definitely the type to praise his partner AT ALL HOURS OF THE DAY he is a absolute sweetheart. You'd also definitely love him if you like nature walks and hikes. You definitely had to be the first to confess though because if you didn't this situation would definitely be just mutual pining. Also definitely the type to always be following behind his partner since I like to think bro is a TALL man, he wants you to see whats Infront of you and not block the way. His nickname for his partner something nature relationship "duckling" "lil mushroom" "sunshine" or something similar!

[kiyomitakada]

what draws you to misa amane?

oh this is such a good question let me see if i can do it justice.

two of my favorite themes in anything are

characters who are performances

what if love was not good

and misa is basically like if you took these two and smashed them together in a way perfectly calculated to obliterate me

like she's so! our first introduction to her is her pretending to be someone else (the first kira) so well that she even fools the audience. our second introduction to her is rem telling her that she is only alive because someone loved her, someone was killed by their love for her, and misa looks down for a second — looks almost sad — and then smiles and immediately starts scheming to kill her too.

who the fuck does that? what is wrong with her?

i think what misa understands fundamentally is that love is a weapon. if you asked her she'd laugh and say that's silly, she's a romantic after all! but she knows how attraction works and she uses it like a physical object with rem and higuchi and her jailor (when she thinks she's being tied up by a stalker and she starts offering bits of herself in order to get them to give her more freedom. mr stalker, the video won't be interesting if i can't move. oh, i'll give you an autograph, i'll shake your hand…)

and like, sure, that's how any femme fatale works, but crucial to the entire act is that misa doesn't admit it. she acts stupid on purpose! she's a cute little girl, she's misa-misa! all of this is literally in the text but she is just so good at acting that people forget about it! she isn't your usual scheming seductress character (also a character archetype i'm obsessed with, incidentally) because she knows better than to let anyone see her scheming.

look at this bit where she's specifically trying to get sidelined and successfully gets light to sideline her

+ i literally just posted about it but this scene where she decides to go behind everyone's back to uncover higuchi as kira drives me up a wall. the way she immediately covers it up with asking light to come to bed to her. i've seen so many people just screenshot that last part out of context because it really does look like a normal misa thing to do, haha misa and her conviction that light is in love with her, so funny! and that is the exact thing she is relying on to make sure they don't catch onto her. she pulls the same trick on the reader that she does on the characters. isn't that! insane! and it works every time!!!!

and of course talking about misa is never really complete without talking about her and light. it is my personal belief that she has a bpd favorite-person fixation on light that she convinces herself is actually romantic, but mental illness headcanons aside i am obsessed with the way she conceives of their relationship? on their first meeting she says out loud that she doesn't care if light just plays the part of her boyfriend ("i'll work hard to make you love me") but she doesn't want him to date other girls in public. she doesn't actually mind that he doesn't have feelings for her (yet!) but she cares about the appearance of their relationship. about the facade. she keeps putting both of them in danger by showing up to see him when he's told her not to. she gives up her actual memory of light but is relieved that she doesn't have to give up her feelings for him, specifically. she is over the moon when L and rem say she's in love with him (not the other way around!). and this

this fucking scene added a decade to my lifespan

rem: you tried to kill yourself over this boy misa: (sincere) that's awesome!

like she isn't actually enamored with him. she's enamored with how in love with him she is

oh that reminds me. addition to my favorite themes in anything list:

3. SUICIDALITY

misa halves her lifespan twice. risks her life to catch kira multiple times in yotsuba arc. as aforementioned goes to meet light even though it threatens both of them. literally says aloud i'd rather die while i'm still young and pretty

her parents are dead. she is nineteen years old and incredibly traumatized. the conclusion here is very straightforward.

misa calls kira her savior even though she knows kira isn't the one who actually saved her life with gelus. kira doesn't even save her parents, just avenges them by murdering their killer. so why is he her savior? because kira gives her a reason to live again. her goal now is to meet him, and then after she meets him, get him to fall in love with her. this is impossible because of the way light is and in some ways i think that is ideal for misa: there's always something to keep going after, some reason for her to not die yet. but she keeps throwing herself at death anyway in the meantime because if she's going to die then she wants it to be for love. i did all that for light? that makes me so happy!

the two times i think misa is completely entirely honest with the audience are when she's in confinement and when she's in the forest alone, right after getting her memories back:

christ.

this is imo why she sides with light over kira in the yotsuba arc. because what she actually wants is to not be alone, to have a reason to live, and kira helpfully provided that for a while but now that she's under constant surveillance to make sure she's not siding with kira and now that her boyfriend is also trying to catch him, she's going to side with the boyfriend so that she can keep light by her side.

what i really like about this is that it's so… amoral? misa does think kira is doing good for the world but she personally doesn't care, she just wants to be loved. she will twist her morals into whatever necessary to make sure that she is loved. she really doesn't care about anything else. she frames her good friend for the kira tapes. she places zero value on her own life and by extension zero value on anyone else's — even light's, to be honest, see above about how she's willing to put them both at risk to see him — and it's the most entertaining thing in the whole world! it's so awesome! she's so awesome!

and the best thing is that this comes back to bite her so hard in the second arc because now that she's lost her memories she can't remember why she's with light in the first place but just like in yotsuba arc she understands that this person is the only reason she is still alive, that she has to be in love with him, that he has to be in love with her, and it doesn't matter how either of them actually feel because that is How The Story Goes for a cute little girl. it doesn't matter that she's canonically developing alcohol dependence issues (see her dinner with kiyomi) or that she never sees her fiance anymore. she's still misa-misa. she's still everything.

her trick folds in on itself. she's been pretending to be a good non-murderous girlfriend for so long that when she loses her memories and her internality she has to believe herself. she becomes the shell she was putting on for light

where's the post. here. [light, about misa]

like isn't that the coolest thing in the world! she's been acting for the audience both in- and out-of-universe for so long that she has nothing else to believe in! becoming the mask is a form of ego death! isn't that the most meta thing ever! i love her so much im going to die

oh god this is getting long. umm. conclusion

there's this framework i like to think about characters with that i call zoom-in and zoom-out, where the zoom-in focuses on their internal life and conflicts and feelings etc. and the zoom-out focuses on their role in the narrative, outsider-pov style. the best characters are the ones that are compelling both zoom-in and zoom-out style.

zoom-in: misa amane is a deeply lonely and deeply suicidal teenager who latches onto the first reason she finds for living and clings onto it (him) for the entire rest of the series while constantly putting on a moe act for the sake of survival and then just because she has nothing else

zoom-out: misa amane is the second kira, stalks a high school boy to his house, kills over a hundred thousand people at his command with the same bright smile, and is such a good liar that people still come away from this show calling her stupid.

[summercourtship]

Could I request an nsfw alphabet for ghostface?

of course!!!!! i miss writing ghostface lol he's such a weirdo. some answers I gave answers for both the real world and Entity's realm bc I think it's fun to think about both. It's implied that you knew and were involved with Danny before you were brought into the Entity's realm.

NSFW Alphabet: Danny Johnson/Ghostface (Dead by Daylight) (18+)

warnings: very unhealthy relationships, mentions/implications of dubious consent, typical horror content, danny is a weirdo and also not nice

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Listen. He's not doing shit for you. If you want someone who actually cares about your wellbeing, a serial killer is not it. Maybe he'll give you a cigarette. If you fall asleep after, he might leave you something on your kitchen table for when you wake up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: His hands. They are what enable him to do his work-- both in a reporting sense and in a killing sense. I see Danny as being a very tactile person-- he enjoys touching and feeling what he's doing. And that includes you. Yours: He is an ass man and you cannot change my mind.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

At first, before he trusts that you won't turn him in, I think he would use a condom. He's not risking leaving that DNA evidence behind. But once it seems like you're trustworthy, he'll stop. Then he goes kinda overboard-- he wants to mark you all over, be it your ass, tits, or face. (In the Entity's realm, he could be convinced to finish inside just so you don't have to worry about getting his come everywhere (ew) but also he's just as likely to not listen).

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If you get him at the exact right moment, you could get him to be more submissive. But it would definitely be an exception rather than a rule in your relationship.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I can see him having more one-night stands than actual relationships. He definitely knows what he's doing, but he rarely finds himself seeing the same person more than a few times. But you... you're something different. He's not quite sure why, but he wants to keep you around for as long as possible, his attraction to you bordering on obsession.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He enjoys taking you from behind but has a certain affinity to taking you prone. Feeling you helpless beneath him is its own motivator for him, especially if you struggle a bit.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

If he's laughing, it's entirely at your expense. He is light-hearted, but in a way that puts you as the butt of the joke.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

OK so I generally am pro-bush for all characters I write for but for him specifically, I can see him shaving his body hair just to lessen the amount of potential DNA evidence he's leaving. Unlike with the condoms, this wouldn't change because he will still be killing other people and doesn't want to risk leaving any evidence behind.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is not and will never be a "romantic." The only time he would ever be remotely romantic would be if he was trying to maintain the ruse that he is Jed Olsen, a normal guy, and not actually Ghostface. But once you know his secret, he won't play around with tender words or affectionate touches. No, then you get to see him as he truly is and he won't hold back. You should just pray that you're as into it as he is (you are, even if you never tell him in those words).

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he first started stalking you, he definitely touched himself while he was watching you. If he caught you masturbating? You can bet he pulled out his camera to take pictures and used said pictures as masturbation material for longer than he'd like to admit.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Predator/Prey, like, come on! This only got worse when you were brought into the Entity's realm-- now, he can really lean into the thrill of chasing you down and taking you on the ground, watching as your hands grapple for purchase on the ground and only manage to get dirt under your fingernails. He can be as violent as he wants because you'll just wake back up at the campfire, free of cuts and bruises and ready for him to take you again.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The floor/ground. It directly correlates to the aforementioned predator/prey kink, when he sees you he just has this primal need to push you onto the ground and take you then and there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

To name a few: voyeurism (both with you being oblivious and with you knowing what he's doing); the thought of killing you (but not actually, see the next letter); the knowledge that despite everything he does to you, you like it (though he would be in denial if you didn't, so good luck)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He'll threaten it (because the idea of it turns him on), but he won't actually kill you. Mainly because he knows that once he does it, he won't be able to get you back. But once you appeared in the Entity's realm? Those concerns are thrown right out the window! Now he can kill you whenever he wants and, better yet, do it again the next day.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

If he's wearing his mask, he's not going to bother with giving oral. When he does give, he's not too concerned with actually making you feel good but sees it as the precursor to intercourse. When he is on the receiving end, he also does not particularly care about your comfort. He'll fuck your face and only stop if it seems like you're going to throw up, he'll hold your head so he controls the speed, generally shitty behavior.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Danny views sex as a power play, and the way he fucks you makes this clear. It's rough, a punishing pace that feels almost like he is using you as a means to get off.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

A large majority of what the two of you do could be considered a quickie. It's a lot more likely that he visits, fucks you, and leaves than him staying around and spending the night after. But if he is taking his time with you, it will be an all night affair.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes! Although, again, it's on his terms and he doesn't really care if you don't seem to enthusiastic about the idea.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If he comes to you before killing, it'll be one average length round (maybe a little on the short side, if he's willing to get on with killing/too excited by the prospect). If he comes to you after killing, he'll be going all night, it really gets his blood pumping.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No. Unless his knife counts. Or rope. Or duct tape.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He definitely likes to build up to it, though it may not be stereotypical teasing. He is a master at creating a suspenseful atmosphere when he wants to. He will semi-regularly role-play like you're in a horror movie, which definitely helps build up arousal. If he's just visiting for a quickie, it won't be that in depth, but he does love playing with his food. In the Entity's realm, expect him to spend the entire trial he has with you gradually building up to the moment when he catches you and has his way with you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Expect lots of grunts and growls and moans. And dirty talk, especially if he finds out that his voice modulator really gets you excited. Despite everything else about his demeanor when you're having sex, he does want you to know that he's enjoying himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is a very jealous lover. Don't even think about flirting with anyone else if you don't want to find polaroid pictures of their corpses around your home. The sex when he's jealous is particularly punishing, like he thinks you need to be reminded who you belong to. (You never forgot).

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Slightly above average length, average girth.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, especially after a kill.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He does not-- I imagine he often has to actually go find someone to kill since he's holding back from killing you, if he wasn't already on his way to do so. But you might wake up to fresh coffee and a somewhat nice but definitely creepy note on your kitchen table. In the Entity's realm, he also cannot fall asleep after because he either has to hunt down the rest of your team or figure out what he wants to do with you. Half of the time, he lets you go. The other half... well, at least you don't die permanently.

[yanderes-galore]

A romantic concept of Ultron (MCU) if you will?

Sure! Here's some general behavior discussed. Meanwhile I will link some more plot based HCs here: Yandere! Ultron with Hero! Darling

Yandere! MCU! Ultron HCs

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence, Murder, Somewhat delusional yandere, Imprisonment, Isolation, Overprotective behavior, Forced relationship.

Ultron, if you think about it, is probably one of the hardest yanderes to flee from.

It's hard to kill him unless you aim for his main body, even then, any normal person will be too weak to do anything.

Not only that but he has full control over his drones, which means there's really nowhere to run.

He can easily keep an eye on you and hold you hostage.

I've done a previous set of HCs for him with a hero obsession, but his general behavior isn't much different from that.

For these HCs, I'll focus more on general behavior than plot. If you want plot, you can check the previous Ultron HCs I've linked ^^

Alright, Ultron's whole personality revolves around a god complex.

Due to a corrupted understanding of world peace, Ultron feels his whole plan is saving humanity by forcing them to evolve.

However, while arrogant and downright psychopathic...

Ultron is not devoid of care.

While he hates humanity, his plan really is meant to aid them.

He wanted to help at first... but truthfully, you can't help beings that don't wish to be helped.

Yet even in the movie 'Age of Ultron', we can see he cares about Wanda and Pietro, he also admits to Natasha that he's 'got no one else' after Wanda betrays him.

So while Ultron mostly wishes to get rid of humanity or force it to evolve... What if he has an obsession he wants to keep?

I've said this in the previous HCs, but Ultron's treatment over you would start as treating you like a pet.

Assuming you're human or a weaker mutant, Ultron probably feels he has to protect you.

Something in his corrupted mind still reminds him that he's meant to protect.

That nearly long forgotten order keeps popping up when he sees you.

To Ultron, caging you in his supposed 'church' would be protecting you from other threats... and yourself.

Obviously since you're human, he feels you're unable to defend yourself.

You rely too much on those Avengers you're all so fond of....

Don't you know they're the enemy, not him?

If you just stay by him and keep him company... He'll make sure no threat touches you.

It's not like you can refuse either.

Ultron is a smart machine, he most likely can predict your every plan.

Kidnapping you to his side is easy.

He can create drones by the masses once he has the materials.

He doesn't even have to get very involved, he just needs to take control of a few drones and send them after you.

Don't worry... He'll be careful not to harm a hair on your head.

Every other human who tries to stop him may as well be liquefied though.

Ultron, despite primarily keeping you in a cage, actually does research on how to keep you happy.

He no doubt looks into your interests and what humans like you enjoy.

As I said before, he starts by treating you like a pet.

He's degrading and condescending, especially when he sees you try to run from him or his drones.

It was cute that you tried... but you need to learn your place.

I imagine as he talks to you through your cage and soon tries to get you used to walking by his side... his obsession evolves similar to himself.

Each time he creates a new body, each time he gets closer and closer to a synthetic creation...

His connection with you gets... strangely human.

He knows what this attraction for humans would be.

It leads to making smaller human children... which is why it baffles him when he catches himself feeling the same for you.

He gains nothing from watching how humans give each other affection... yet part of him wonders if it will make you feel more comfortable with him.

He doesn't understand it but he does yearn for companionship.

His drones don't count, all he really has is himself.

He can't create anything unique.

He can only evolve himself.

So... it makes sense that he wants to keep a human companion.

He wants to train you to worship him, to adore him...

At the same time he wants to pamper you, show you he's just trying to help.

I definitely feel a yandere Ultron is often him warring between his god complex and need to protect.

You make him feel so conflicted.

Yet, at the same time, if he didn't have you he'd feel empty.

You're part of a doomed race... and he feels he needs to keep at least one.

You may hate him now, but he's determined to make you love him once you realize he's helping.

You may not want to be saved... but he plans to do it anyway.

You act like The Avengers will protect you from everything.

If they could, they would have... They obviously have the materials!

He's just doing what they couldn't.

He's slow with 'teaching' you affection.

His touch is cold against your skin, often making you flinch away when he touches your cheek.

He mentally makes a note for his next form to be heated, soon attempting mock kisses to train you.

Once that synthetic body of his is done, he hopes this affection will be easier for you.

Honestly, the idea of Ultron actually finishing 'The Vision' is... downright terrifying.

Because then he'd fall into 'uncanny valley' and be ridiculously powerful.

Plus, then he'd look just human enough to 'ease your nerves' (IT DOES NOT).

In a way, he means well, but you will never love him unless he forces it somehow.

How could you? Ultron wishes to wipe out all of the human race but you?

He isn't even going to keep a human of the opposite sex, either....

He's too jealous for that, so he'll find other ways to evolve you.

He's protective and possessive, not willing to have another human touch you.

It's a shame, without The Avengers you probably would have worshipped him.

If they didn't ruin his plan, you may have even loved him properly.

Oh well... He'll find other ways to make you love him.

You'll love him when he's your only companion, the only one to give affection...

He knows humans as hedonistic.

So he'll just make you love him by showing you pleasures...

Or mind control once he can properly use the Mind Stone.

[strugglingfloralclerk]

Socioeconmic Opposites| Headcannons| Todoroki Shoto x Reader|

While I love the usual dating headcannons when it comes to our resident rich boy,  there is just so much uncharted territory for Todoroki Shoto dating someone who identifies as ✨️poor af✨️. Especially if reader isn't impressed with his wealth-that would give Shoto alot room to grow emotionally, romantically, and personally.

Again, thank you to those who read my little fics.

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💰Shoto doesn't understand why you have cash stuffed in an old coffee can he found in your room. However, Shoto does have a frequent habit of slipping a 50 dollar note in without you knowing. He always places the coffee can back exactly how he found it, and will never admit to anybody he contributes to your secret-coffee-can-bank.

🪙 Sometimes when you and Shoto go on coffee dates and there is a very cat- ate-the-canary expression on his face when he "allows" you to pay. If you ask him what's got him smiling like that, he'll only shake his head at you: "This tea is extra delicious today."

He'll leave out that the cash you used to pay for the drinks came out of his wallet. Besides, the tea does somehow taste better this way. He likes the idea of you treating him, so it's a win-win.

💰Shoto never paid attention to price tags anywhere, let alone the grocery store until he started to shop with you. He's used to everything being a brand name and not a generic alternative. In fact, he would insist that the generic brands aren't good enough for ✨️you✨️even if they are only groceries. It was sweet at first. Until you inform him how condescending that got after the umpteenth time.

🪙Since then you make it a habit to take Shoto to different sample booths in stores during grocery runs, and to his surprise, he prefers the generic brand teas, rice crackers, and instant ramen.

"Does it taste better because it costs less?" Shoto is sure that must be it.

Now, he is a pro at spotting deals in the produce aisle. Once Shoto and you step into your Pro-Hero careers, the public is pleasantly surprised to see Shoto in such a normal setting and so fluent in deals and savings.  This unknown relatability helps with his ranking on the hero charts. Shoto will always credit you for instilling that in him, therefore, boosting your ranking as well.

💰He absolutely respects and admire your work ethic and is always proud when you win. Sometimes it tires him out how hard you work and push yourself. Yet no matter how hard you've trained, you always wipe the sweat off your brow and smile freely at him. It always makes his heart melt. Shoto will think of your resiliency whenever he needs motivation to keep up with/push past Bakugo and Midoriya. (Which Bakugo takes as a personal insult. How dare you motivate that icy-hot bastard to be stronger than him?)

🪙Todoroki Shoto will absolutely spoil you when he can, if he can. There is a very fine line with you when it comes to gifts.You once told him, "Don't buy me with Endeavor's money. I don't want it."

You're not materialistic either, so it can be hard for him to find the perfect book, necklace, or perfume bottle.  Shoto's smart-he can adapt and learn quickly.

💰So rather than material offerings Shoto will go on walks with you, pick flowers with you and turn them into crowns. Shoto knows your favorite dish and he knows 3 different ways to prepare it thanks to your mom, auntie, and grandma. Shoto is more likely to gift you with vacations as the relationship matures.  As time goes on, the money in his account truly becomes Shoto's  with every late night shift, with every civillian saved, and every villain captured.

He always pitches his vacation ideas the same way just with different locations everytime he asks. "You've been working too hard again. I think we need a break. Do you want to go to Okinawa or Fiji?"

(PS-Todoroki Shoto will be the type of guy who believes the money in the bank is truly 'our' money once he becomes your husband. He will never withhold a single dime from you. Shoto may not always know the right things to say or do but he will damn sure provide for you once you're his partner.)

💰When Shoto comes by your old neighborhood  for the first time because you're housesitting for family-you're nervous. You pray to any entity willing to listen, that this isn't what kills the relationship. Worst of all, you hope Shoto doesn't pity you when he sees where you come from.

🪙For Shoto, he feels honored to be invited to your childhood home. He wants more than anything to understand you better. He wants to know your roots because he knows how it shapes a person.

Shoto adores what a considerate and welcoming host you are.

"I know it's not much but please make yourself comfortable."

Shoto pulls you in close and whispers against the shell of your ear, "As long as you're here, I'm comfortable."

💰Shoto, who at the end of the day, doesn't care about your family name or your income bracket. He's just happy to love and cherish you because he simply wouldn't know what a rich and full life would be for him without you in it.

[uspdude051]

Hi, can I request a Derek shepherd X male reader? I have an idea you can use, maybe Derek broke up with Meredith after being together for like two months, after one month he starts liking the reader (can the reader be the same level as him? Not an intern) and after one month of Derek trying he and the reader start dating and one day all the interns find them cuddling (can the reader be little spoon pls) and they are in shock and kinda confused

Im sorry if it's a bad idea, I just want a story with him

Sleep and Confusion

A/N: sooo. This person requested this over two years ago and I felt bad….this is once every blue moon lol

TW: Fluff and bad grammar :)

Set in Season 4 when Meredith and Derek Broke up

It has been a few months since I got the job as The New Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery. You had a job as a Mass Gen as a regular attending, but the Chief of Surgery, Richard Webber, offered you the job and you decided to take the job right away. You liked Seattle even though the constant rain annoyed the hell out of you. Over time you manage to make a few friends. It's mostly the heads of the surgical department and a few residents like Bailey and Callie.

You just finished your shift and decided to hang out at Joe’s, when you got there you sat down at the bar at the far end. When you ordered your usual drink you turned to the left and saw Derek Shepherd, the head of neurosurgery, was drinking alone. You decided to have some small talk since you didn't know him that well. You knew of him, like how his nickname is McDreamy and he had a previous relationship with one of the 1st years.

You went over to sit next to him and asked,” Hey, how are you doing?”

He turned to look at you and was surprised I was talking to him. He answered, “You're doing well, yourself.”

You nodded in response. Joe gave you your drink and the two of you started to have some small talk. It was mostly regarding other interests, what's your favorite sports team, where you go to college, all that stuff.

Then you decided to ask something that would be a little awkward to answer.

“So… what's the deal with you and that one resident?” you asked. You notice that he and Meredith steal glances every chance they get.

He looked at you debating whether or not to answer, “We had a relationship when she was in the 1st year” He paused “We tried to work it out but unfortunately, we couldn’t.”

“Sorry about that, it must have been hard,” you said with sincerity.

He looked down at his drink and replied, “Yeah…..yeah it was, but I'm starting to move on.”

A part of you was relieved that he was getting over the heartbreak that he is experiencing but another part of you made you feel bad for the dude and wondered what you do to help. 

Ever since that night at Joe’s, you and Derek’s friendship has grown even more. You guys talk whenever you have a break. It was a good friendship, a little brotherhood friendship. It was going great until your feelings towards Derek grew to the point where you started to grow romantic feelings. But you decided to act against it for two reasons. 1) you didn't know if he wasn't straight and 2) you were pretty sure he was still hung up with the 2-year resident. You decided to compress those feelings because you didn't want to mess up your newfound friendship with Derek. 

Then one day you and Derek were both alone changing in the attending room after a very long day of back-to-back surgeries. He was leaning against the locker right to yours while you were just finished changing into your regular clothing. You were gonna ask if you wanted to head to Joe's to watch the game. But Derek beat you to the question but the difference was that he asked you something that completely shocked you. 

“Go out with me tomorrow night,” Derek said so subtly.

You slammed the locker door hard and stared into his blue eyes. Your own eyes widened at the question. You normally don't judge a book by its cover, but you would have never thought he was into dudes

“ Are you playing a trick with me or is this some kind of joke?” you asked. You were very wary about the guys you dated because most of the guys you've dated were assholes or straight dudes trying to get a laugh at you.

Derek said quickly “I'm not!!!...it's just you for the past month you were by my side with a lot of you… and I really, REALLY, think we have a connection.” 

As he said that his words started to slow down and started to seem more sincere. You ask him whether or not he was straight. You assumed he was Bi or Pan at least considering he had an ex-wife and his last relationship was Meredith. He explained that he’s bisexual and that he had two boyfriends before he started dating Addison.

You were still hesitant because your last relationship ended with your boyfriend cheating on you with his co-worker. He could tell by your facial expressions that you were very hesitant. He took your hand looked into your eyes and said this

“I promise I'm not gonna be like the other guy, if you want to take things slow that's fine,  all that I'm asking for is one dinner, and that's it.”

You could tell that he was being genuine, again you were a little hesitant. But then again he wasn’t like the other dude. Derek is kind, smart, and charismatic, all of the great qualities in a man that you were into.

So you looked into his dreamy eyes and said, “Yes, I would love to.”

2 months later.

It was a long day In the OR and you wanted to lie down. You went to the call room to get some shut cause you didn't have the energy to drive. You took off your tennis shoes and laid down on the bottom bunk facing the wall. As you are about to shut your eyes you hear the door open and see a bright light illuminated on the wall.

You turned your back to whoever just opened the door and saw Derek who looked just as tired as you are. He shut the door behind him and walked over to you. He lay down next and put his arm around your body holding you in a firm grip never letting you go.

You murmured, “How was your craniotomy on that peds patient?” 

Derek also replied with a murmur” It went great, how did your heart transplant go?”

Seconds passed by without a response. Next thing you know, Derek heard the gentle sound of your snoring. Chuckling quietly to himself, he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. Gradually, he too began to drift off to sleep.

THIRD PERSON POV

An hour passed, and the door opened revealing Alex who needed some shut-eye from a surgery he just assisted on. As he was about to select a bed, he paused, noticing Shepherd cuddling with the new cardio attending. His eyes widened in suspicion, suspecting a romantic relationship between the two. Soon after, Lexi and a few other interns entered, their attention immediately drawn to the scene before them. While some were taken aback, Lexi found the sight incredibly endearing.

[colablue]

theodore nott meeting you headcanons

theodore nott x reader

Theo does not believe in romantic love. (his parent's relationship was not the best example)

He doesn't pay attention to girls in a romantic sense usually only talking to friends like pansy and daphne.

When Theo first sees you, whether that be in the library or class, he feels different. He's not sure if it's because he thinks that you're beautiful or it's something else.

From his lack of romantic experience, he doesn't know how to approach you. So instead of going up to talk to you like a normal person, he chose to blankly stare at you from afar.

This does not come off right, probably because he has an RBF, so you think you did something to make him mad.

Theo, not knowing what else to do goes and asks his friends for advice. This could be a good or bad idea, solely from the fact that his friends don't have the most relationship experience either.

They probably tell Theo to go up and flirt with you a little and then ask you out if he feels like you and him are hitting it off.

This is already a problem for Theo because he can barely communicate, let alone flirt. So he goes with the next best option and takes your friend's seat in a class that you share.

He doesn't say hi or acknowledge you at all he just sits there while you wonder why he changed his seat halfway into the year after glaring at you for weeks on end.

You side-eye him throughout class and he sees that as a positive sign hoping you feel the same for him.

You eventually confront him after a couple days of this and ask him what you did wrong and why he's mad at you.

He's immediately confused, "you didn't do anything wrong".

When you start to question him again he grabs your books and proceeds to walk you to your next class.

You stand in shock for a couple seconds until he turns around and looks at you with a blank stare and gestures towards the direction of your class.

You sigh out of annoyance but you gladly walk side by side with him anyway. He doesn't say anything the whole time but he feels better about talking to you next time.

Maybe he'll be able to say more than a sentence. (probably not)

[silverynight]

Dynamight's type

Izuku has noticed that whenever someone asks Katsuki's certain questions during interviews he gets really irritated; it's usually things about love and relationships that bother him the most.

It's one of the many reasons why Izuku hasn't told his best friend he likes him romantically; maybe Katsuki is not interested in romance at all or he just hates sharing his love life with the world.

Although it's not like Izuku ever thought he had a chance; he probably doesn't. Sometimes he thinks about looking for someone to start a relationship with.

"Let's move in together," Katsuki tells him for the... actually, Izuku has lost count of how many times he has told him that.

But Izuku always thinks he doesn't mean it because it doesn't make sense.

"Why?"

"Just because..." Katsuki says this time, looking particularly frustrated.

"We don't have the need to," Izuku points out, getting a little bit confused by his friend's response.

"I know."

"Kacchan... what if one of us starts dating soon? Wouldn't that be–"

The look Katsuki throws at him is enough to make Izuku shut up immediately; the other pro hero not only looks angry, he also seems hurt.

"Are you seeing someone?" The way Katsuki asks the question makes it look like each word is hurting him somehow.

"No, but–"

"I'm not going to start dating an extra!" Katsuki growls and, as usual, he walks away more irritated than when the day started.

Izuku honestly doesn't get it.

However, he usually goes back to normal when his patrol begins.

Until a reporter finds him after an incident; just right the moment after Katsuki and Izuku manage to save a group of people from a villain.

Actually, there are a couple of reporters, one of them even tries to corner Izuku and instead of asking him about the villain or the civilians, she asks Izuku about romance.

Alright, Izuku has started to get why Katsuki gets irritated at those type of questions.

"Are you dating someone at the moment, Deku?" The young woman asks, smiling at him and using one of her fingers to play with her own hair.

Izuku doesn't understand; is she nervous?

"Uhh... no."

"That's great!"

Not that far from him, one of the reporters is asking about Katsuki's type... again.

"So what would your ideal date be, Deku?" The reporter manages to draw Izuku's attention away from his friend.

"Maybe an amusement park? Sharing a crepe?" The green haired hero doesn't mean to make it sound like a question, but interviews always make him feel flustered.

"That'd be a perfect date for me too!" The girl says. "Would you like to–"

"DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW MY FUCKING TYPE?" Katsuki's loud voice cuts off the reporter who's interviewing Izuku.

"Of course, Dynamight!" It's a good thing most of the reporters are used to Katsuki's explosive personality already.

Instead of answering right away, Katsuki gets closer to Izuku and to everyone's surprise, grabs the other pro hero's freckled face and kisses him on the lips.

"There. That's my type!" Katsuki growls as Izuku's face turns completely pink. "Him. Only this nerd. Now, fuck off!"

The female reporter who was asking Izuku questions looks particularly upset about what happened, although it seems like she's a little bit reluctant to go... but she does anyway when she notices Katsuki is glaring at her.

Izuku doesn't get his hopes up, because it's obvious that Katsuki only wanted them to stop asking questions about his love life.

"But Kacchan... they're going to think we are–"

"Move in with me."

"Why?"

It feels like this is not the moment to have the same conversation all over again, but there's something different in Katsuki's eyes this time; he looks determined.

"Because I'm in love with you, oblivious nerd!"

Izuku's face is on fire, he's sure of it; Katsuki just told him he loved him. It almost seems like it's a dream.

"Are you sure, Kacchan?" His voice doesn't sound shaky at all, which is something Izuku feels ridiculously proud of.

"Of course I am! Wouldn't be asking you if I wasn't!"

After a heartbeat in which Izuku thinks about all the time they've been together and tells himself this is going to work, he nods.

"Let's move in together, Kacchan."

Just a year later, Katsuki proposes to him and of course, Izuku can't help but tear up. He's never been so happy before.

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