#i mean. i prefer that they react than sit there and say/do nothing

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help how do i come up with discussion questions that make students actually think and engage rather than sit in fear/uncertainty or simply react?

[ayumigotabittoolonelyquitted]

Nerd!Gojo x Nerd!You

Nerdjo x nerd reader!

Part 1 no next part sorry I lost the motivation 😔 and lost most of my works

Part 3

♡Gojo, the paranoid investigator.He is now on a mission to prove you’re human.He starts stalking (observing is the word he prefers) you, noting down every tiny habit.But every time you catch him staring, you don’t call him out.You just stare back. Unblinking. Unfazed.His brain short-circuits. His soul leaves his body. Suguru finds him sitting in a corner later, mumbling, “She’s not real… she’s not real…”

♡Gojo, the humbled flirt.He’s never failed at flirting before. Ever. So when he dramatically tells you, “I’d bring the moon to you if I could.”He expects something a scoff, an eyeroll, a blush. Instead, you say, “That’s scientifically impossible.” The way you deadpan it makes him rethink his entire existence.Suguru and Shoko witness this and nearly die laughing.

♡Gojo, the desperate competitor.He stays up all night, studying harder than he ever has in his entire life, just to beat you in the rankings. The results come out. You still top. He’s second. But the worst part? You don’t even react. No smile, no satisfaction, no nothing. He’s not mad that he lost he’s mad that you didn’t care. He dramatically flops onto Suguru’s shoulder. “She’s a machine, man… I’m up against a machine…”

♡Gojo, the secret romantic.No one knows, but he loves romance novels. It’s his guilty pleasure.One day, he’s in the library, nose deep in one, when you suddenly sit next to him.He panics. He immediately slams the book shut.You glance at the cover. You say nothing.You just… nod slightly and continue reading your own book.For some reason, that’s way worse than if you had teased him.

♡Gojo, the horror movie victim.He once fell asleep in the library and woke up at 3 AM. Everything is dark. Silent. He feels like he’s in a horror movie.Then he sees you. Sitting at a table, reading, like some paranormal entity that never moves.He has never known fear like this before.He contemplates running, but his legs don’t work.He watches in terror as you slowly… turn the page of your book.He passes out.

♡Gojo, the human experiment conspiracist.He is convinced now. You are not normal. You are not real.He asks Shoko to run a “human test” to confirm.

She plays along and casually tells you, “Hey, mind giving me a blood sample?”Gojo watches you for any sign of panic.You blink. “No.” And walk away.

He gasps. He screams.

“SHE DIDN’T EVEN ASK WHY. SUGURU, SHE DIDN’T EVEN ASK WHY.”

♡Gojo, the fool in denial. He refuses to admit he finds you interesting.

“I don’t like her, okay? I just wanna know more about my rival.”

Suguru and Shoko exchange looks. “Sure.”

“I MEAN IT.”

“Mhm. Sure. Do your homework.”

He storms off in frustration.

♡Gojo, the dramatic love announcer. One day, out of nowhere, he slams his hands on the lunch table, eyes wide with revelation.

“I THINK I FOUND MY MATCH.”

Suguru and Shoko don’t even look up. “Yeah, we know.”

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. SHE’S—”

“Yeah, yeah. Do your homework, Gojo.”

He stares at them in betrayal. They’re supposed to be shocked.

He’s suffering, and they don’t even care.

♡Gojo, the haunted. One day, he catches you staring at him.His heart stops. His brain malfunctions.You just tilt your head slightly, as if analyzing him.And then you go back to your book.That moment haunts him to this day.

♡Gojo, the theorist.He starts developing wild theories.Maybe you’re a spy. Maybe you’re a hacker. Maybe you’re an escaped AI prototype from a secret lab.

Suguru literally smacks the back of his head. “Shut up and focus on your work.”

♡Gojo, the secret simp.He doesn’t even realize he’s simping for you.One time, someone called you boring for always studying.

Without hesitation, Gojo fired back, “At least she exists. You just stand around judging people who do.”

The entire room went silent.

He immediately realized what he just said and pretended to choke on air.

♡Gojo, the needy puppy.When he wants something from you, his voice turns softer.

“Show it to me please… send it to me, Y/nnnn.”

He stretches your name out like a whiny kid.

Suguru stares at him in disgust.

♡Gojo, the unshakable, now very shaken.His ultimate goal? Make you react.

First, he starts leaving anonymous cute notes.

You glance at them for two seconds, then toss them in the trash.

His heart shatters.

Then, he tries challenging you. “Bet you can’t solve this.”

You solve it in seconds. He gasps. He didn’t even know the problem had an answer. (He made the question)

As a final resort, he sends you a fake love letter, thinking you’ll finally get flustered.

You read it and say, “It’s technically impossible to climb Everest in three minutes for a girl.”

He wants to scream.

♡Gojo, the ignored.He gets petty. Tries ignoring you for three hours to make you notice his absence.You don’tyHe snaps.

“Missed me?”

You blink. “Oh, I didn’t even know you were here today.”

♡That one physically hurt.

♡ Gojo, the fool who fell.He’s never met someone like you.You challenge him in a way no one ever has.He hates it. He loves it.He’s completely doomed.

@syrooo @hel1nn @ourfinalisation @dekusdante @naomigojo

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No Man's Land |5|

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Reader

Summary: Sam can’t help but be drawn to the cute stranger from her gym, even if everything about them makes them the perfect suspect, just when Ghostface has returned.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 3.1k+

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You leaned back in the steel chair, tapping your fingers on the metal table, as you stared blankly at the giant mirror taking up the wall across from you. You knew it was a two-way mirror and even though you only had the brief interaction with defective Bailey you were sure he was on the other side. Cops like him liked to toss someone in an interrogation room and then leave them for anywhere from ten minutes to over an hour, just to see how they would react. You weren’t being charged with anything, it’s not like they had anything on you, but you stayed seated because you just wanted to get this over with.

You tried not to shift too much, every movement pulled at your stitches. It wasn’t the worst injury you had gotten in your life; you had most definitely experienced a lot worse. The issue was it was in an annoying spot. The bastard had stabbed you right between the ribs, you knew you were lucky, if it had gone any deeper or had been at a different angle it would be a different scenario, you would have still been at the hospital and probably had surgery. None of that stopped the fact that because of where it was any time your ribs moved, therefore anytime you breathed, it pulled at your stitches. Your therapist wouldn’t like it, but you would be more than happy to point out this exact situation is why being used to pain was beneficial.

“Sorry for the wait,” Bailey said, entering the interrogation room with a thick file, stuffed so full, papers were sticking out of the top of it.

You had to give him credit, he even managed to make himself breathless as if he had been running here. The giveaway though was that there wasn’t a drop of sweat on him, meaning he was most likely on the other side of the mirror in the cool air-conditioned room, that was if the interrogation room was anything to go by, they had the AC cranked up.

“No worries,” you said, giving him a small smile.

Bailey gave a little awkward smile as he sat in the steel seat across from you, sitting the file on the table between the two of you. He wasn’t trying to let it show but it was clear he wasn’t thrilled about your nonchalant attitude. If he had made anyone else wait over half an hour just for a questioning, they would have surely thrown a fit, almost everyone at least.

“Shall we get started?” He asked.

“You’re the one with the questions,” you said, giving him a little shrug.

“What were you doing at the gym so late?”

“Working out. It’s a twenty-four gym.”

“Do you always workout so late?”

“Preferably. Less distractions.”

“But you were at the gym the day before,” Bailey flipped a paper up, as if he were referencing his notes. “But much earlier.”

“Sometime workouts require a partner. I go earlier when I meet up with friends.”

“But you usually prefer to work out alone.” It didn’t come off as a question, but you nodded anyway. “And you just happen to cross paths with Samantha Carpenter that night.”

You shrugged. “We overlap a lot; guess we have similar schedules.”

“So, it’s just a coincidence, you being at the gym the same time Sam is attacked by Ghostface?”

“Guess I was in the right place.” You knew you shouldn’t, but you gave him a little smirk. He had nothing on you, you were at the gym, that wasn’t a crime, and you happened to save Sam from a psycho, which was usually a good thing.

Bailey breathed out a little chuckle. “You really expect me to believe that?”

“Believe what you want.”

Bailey quietly chuckled to himself before leaning back in his chair, flipping the file closed. “Fine,” he shrugged. “Let’s say you’re telling the truth.” You had to suppress an eye roll, but you were willing to see where Bailey was going with this. “Tell me what happened.”

You let out a sigh and leaned back in your own chair, shifting when your wound started to ache at the previous angle. “I went to the gym, did my workout, I was finishing up in the showers and as soon as I turned off the water I heard a struggle,” you began to explain calmly. “I walked back into the gym to see some freak in a mask standing over Sam with a knife, I just reacted.”

Bailey let out an amused hum. “Just reacted,” he mumbled more to himself than you. “That reaction,” he said the word like he didn’t believe it. “Involved you holding your own against the attacker, taking their knife from them, getting stabbed, and still managing to continue trying to fight back.”

“What can I say?” You shrugged. “It’s not in me to just sit back and do nothing. I wasn’t about to let Sam get hurt and I wasn’t about to just lay down and die.”

“And all this is with what, no training?” Bailey raised an eyebrow. You couldn’t help the way your lips twitched up ever so slightly, Bailey had absolutely no idea who you were and what you were capable of, it was honestly amusing. “No one is that good just from boxing a few days a week at the gym.”

“They are,” a new voice came. You and Bailey both turned to see a blonde woman had interrupted the interrogation. She held a file of her own as she stepped into the room, letting the door swing shut, then she leaned back against it with her arms crossed. “Though, it’s not from boxing.”

You tilted your head, taking in the new arrival. She wore a leather jacket and jeans; her overall look was much more casual than Bailey with his collared shirt and tie. Even without the look, you were certain this woman wasn’t a detective, but she was definitely someone, the way she carried herself, just waltzing into the interrogation showed what sort of power she had. Bailey didn’t seem to recognize her, which meant she didn’t work at this station, meaning she wasn’t his captain or an immediate superior of his. You were actually willing to bet she wasn’t a cop at all, she held more authority than a cop or a detective, you were going to guess she was federal.

“Who the hell are you?” Bailey asked, shooting forward in his chair.

You glanced back and forth from Bailey to the woman. Bailey was fuming, even more than when he was first talking to you. The woman didn’t even look at him though, her eyes hadn’t left you and there was a slight smirk on her lips. She knew something Bailey didn’t, something about you. You figured you knew what she knew, meaning she was definitely federal.

“Agent Kirby Reed,” the woman now known as Kirby introduced herself. She held your gaze for a minute before finally looking at Bailey. “FBI.” You couldn’t help the smirk on your face, you called it.

Bailey just scoffed at that. “You’re taking over my case?”

“Look, I have information you clearly don’t.” Kirby held out her hands as if to show Bailey she wasn’t a threat. “I’d rather work together than this become a power struggle,” she gestured between herself and Bailey.

Bailey clenched and unclenched his jaw, tapping his fingers on the table as he mulled over Kirby’s offer. Kirby might not have wanted a power struggle, but you were still enjoying the show.

“What do you got?” Bailey finally sighed.

Kirby turned to you with a small smirk. She dropped her file in front of herself down on the table, then leaned forward as she rested both hands on said table. “Y/N here is special forces,” Kirby said.

You couldn’t help but return her smirk, she was already so much more fun than Bailey. “Still active,” Kirby added.

“Who cares!” Bailey rolled his eyes. “If anything, that just makes them more likely to be Ghostface.”

You ignored Bailey, as much as you wanted to shoot him a glare you opted for continuing your staring contest with Kirby. She had the same thought it seemed, because Kirby’s gaze never wavered. “What are you doing in New York?”

“Vacation,” you said simply, even adding a little shrug and smile.

Kirby pushed off the desk and nodded as she crossed her arms again. “Mind if I question them for a bit?” she still didn’t bother looking at Bailey as she asked the question.

Bailey sighed as he stood up and grabbed his file without a word. He didn’t stop and look back at you until his hand was on the door handle. “Goodluck,” he flicked a glance at Kirby. “This one isn’t much of a talker.” Without waiting for a response, he turned the knob and left the room. You were sure he was going to the room right next door so he could watch through the mirror as Kirby questioned you now.

“That’s not a surprise,” Kirby sighed as she moved around the table. She dragged the folder she had brought in, so it was in front of the chair as she pulled out the chair to sit down. “It is how you were trained,” she flicked a glance up at you.

You only smiled at her comment. You weren’t much of a talker, you could talk, it was actually part of your job when on missions but sitting and waiting was also a part of said job. You were trained to remain strong, to not show fear, and to keep your mouth shut when captured though. You knew you weren’t captured; you could walk out the door any time, the mentality of not telling these people anything was still there though.

“You have quite the resume,” Kirby mumbled. She flipped open her file and began flipping through the various pages. You didn’t bother trying to sneak a peek, you knew what was in there, it was your life after all. “I assume,” Kirby gave a little shrug. “It’s a little hard to tell,” she continued to flip through the papers. “There’s a lot of black.”

She turned the file around and held it up for you to see. You chuckled quietly at the file. Kirby clearly did her research, she got various papers and reports on you but every single paper she flipped through was blacked out. There were a few words here and there, usually your name, that weren’t blacked out. Kirby was FBI but even she didn’t have clearance to see your profile or your missions.

Kirby turned the file back around. “How is your address confidential?” Kirby asked more to herself than you, letting the papers flop back down. She glanced up at you and you just shrugged. “Why are you really here?” she asked again.

“I live here.”

“Awfully far from North Carolina.”

“I’m on leave.” You readjusted in your seat again, no matter what position you were in, eventually the stab wound started to hurt. “Decided to spend it at home.”

“You just happened to take your time off when Sam and the others all moved to town?” Kirby leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms as if she were having the most casual conversation in the world.

“Can’t really control when you’re injured,” you snapped.

“How were you injured?”

“Classified.”

“Where were you injured?”

“Classified.”

“On a mission?”

“Classified.”

“What is it you do exactly?” Kirby whispered, leaning forward as if she were asking you to share a secret between just the two of you and not in a room in a police station where everything you said and did was being watched and recorded.

You leaned forward, close enough to Kirby as if you were going to whisper in her ear. “Classified.”

Kirby slumped back in her chair. “You are no fun,” she grumbled.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. Kirby seemed to agree with Bailey but neither of them was the first to say such a thing to you. You heard how you were always too serious all the time. It wasn’t true though the only people who seemed to learn just how much fun you could be was your friends who were also in the military.

Kirby tapped her fingers on the table as she stared at you. You just stared back, keeping your hands nicely folded on your lap. “You’re free to go,” Kirby said.

You gave Kirby a tight-lipped smile and got up from your seat, not wasting anymore time as you flung the door open. You bushed past Bailey, barely sparing him a glance as he came out of the room next door. “You’re just letting them go?” you heard him whisper harshly at Kirby.

“There’s nothing to hold them on,” Kirby sighed.

You didn’t bother looking back at them as you made your way through the precinct and to the front lobby. Your movements faltered when you saw Sam and her sister sitting in a couple of chairs in the lobby. Sam looked up and had to do a double take when she seemed to notice you, almost instantly jumping to her feet.

“Are you okay?” she asked, coming to stand in front of you.

“Yeah,” you said, shrugging off the question. “What are you doing here?” you tilted your head. You figured you wouldn’t see Sam again if you were being honest, except maybe at the gym, assuming everyone made it out of this whole psycho killer thing.

Sam opened her mouth to answer you, but it snapped closed when she looked at something past your shoulder. “Kirby?” she asked. You furrowed your brow; you definitely didn’t expect that.

“Sergeant,” Kirby called, making you turn your attention back to her. “Don’t leave town.” You nodded; it wasn’t like you had anywhere else to go anyway.

“Sergeant?” you caught Sam whisper.

“Sam,” Kirby sighed, when she finally got to your side. “It’s good to see you, wish it were under better circumstances.”

“What are you doing here?” Sam asked, pulling Kirby into a hug.

“I’ve been investigating Ghostface killings all over the country, this is the first time one actually seems real.”

“You two know each other?” Detective Bailey asked, coming up behind Kirby.

“We went to high school together,” Sam answered.

“We have a shared history,” Kirby said at the same time.

You tilted your head, there definitely seemed more to it than just going to high school together. Not that you cared, all you wanted to do was go home, which is exactly what you planned on doing.

“Wait,” Sam said, reaching out to grab your arm almost as soon as you moved to brush past her. “Come back to our apartment.” You were taken aback, there wasn’t a lot that could catch you off guard.

“Sam,” her sister whispered harshly, grabbing Sam by the arm and forcing her to turn around. Her sister was short, but it was clear she had a lot of fire in her. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yeah, are you sure about that?” Kirby questioned. “You know how these things go,” she leaned to whisper in Sam’s ear but spoke loud enough for you to hear.

“Yes,” Sam confirmed. “I’m sorry but you’re involved in this now. It’s safer if we all stick together.”

“I can take care of myself,” you said, moving to turn back around.

“Please,” Sam reached out, gently resting a hand on your arm and stopping you in your tracks once again. “I’d feel better if you were there. You got stabbed for me, I wouldn’t be able to handle it if we left you on your own and Ghostface got you.” You tilted your head as your eyes searched hers. She wasn’t lying to you, but you could tell there was more, there was another reason she wanted you to join them, you just couldn’t figure out what it was.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Bailey said, cutting through whatever was going on between you and Sam. “We still can’t rule them out as a suspect.” You flicked a glare at Bailey. “And they’re practically a trained killer.” You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at Bailey for a moment before looking back at Sam.

Your eyes instantly softened when they landed on her. “Okay,” you rasped out. “But I need to stop at my place first.” Sam opened her mouth, most likely argue against that, but you gave her a look, telling her you were going back to your place, or you wouldn’t be joining them at all.

“Fine,” Sam sighed. “But I’m going with you.” You paused as you thought about it for a moment, it had been a long time since you had anyone besides your army buddies over at your place. After a moment of consideration you nodded, it wasn’t like you would be there long anyway. You just had a couple things to grab and take care of, you had a feeling whatever you got dragged into wasn’t going to be wrapped up within a day. “Kirby, can you take Tara back to our apartment?”

“What?” Tara snapped, cutting off whatever Kirby was about to say. “No! I’m going with you. We stick together, remember?”

“Not this time,” Sam shook her head. “I’m not brining you to an unknown location at a strangers house.” You couldn’t help but shrug, it was a good idea, despite inviting you over to their apartment for all they knew you could be involved with the masked psychos.

Tara stared up at her sister, clearly trying to will her to change her mind. It obviously didn’t work, and Tara rolled her eyes as she finally conceded. “I’ll get her home safe,” Kirby said, resting an arm on Sam’s shoulder.

Kirby nodded to the front door and Tara began to follow but not before Sam pulled her in for a tight hug. “Nothing better happen to my sister,” Tara warned as she walked past you. You had stared down plenty of killers, war lords, the worst the world had to offer, but you couldn’t deny Tara’s look was intimidating. You didn’t know what she was capable of, but you didn’t have a doubt in your mind that if anything happened to Sam Tara would have no problem killing someone over it.

“Shall we?” Sam asked once, Tara and Kirby had walked out the front door. You gave a nod and gestured for Sam to lead the way out of the building. You just wanted to go home and rest, now you were in for what surely would be a long weekend.

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[i9messi]

Lovers — Ollie Bearman

You and Ollie are very close and historians would say you are only friends, but in reality, everyone (fans and the whole paddock) thinks you two are dating.

(smau and narrated)

note — reader is a female driver!

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last weekend 🖤

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kimi.antonelli why the heart? you want to tell us something lady?

yourusername it's a black heart. I'm a black cat I have no feelings for anyone, I just tried to be nice I guess

yourusername and don't call me lady

kimi.antonelli sorry big girl

olliebearman ❤️

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user1 ollie and y/n content, thanks ma'am

user2 I just want one of them winning the next race, so they can hug and share a cute moment in front of the cameras

user3 I NEED TO KNOW THEY'RE TOGETHER, like actually dating

yourusername posted a story

caption: olliebearman you preferred Kimi over us, so we invited Arthur instead 😁

yourusername posted a story

caption: Arthur made cookies for me. Lucky me I got a new bff!

yourusername posted a story

caption: Oliver got jealous and abandoned Kimi 🙃 that means I have a lot of food now

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A day in the sun with my girl and my friends☀️

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olliebearman 🥰

georgerussell cute double date!

kimi.antonelli next time you should come with Carmen 😁

user1 ARE OLLIE AND Y/N IN THE LAST PICTURE?

user2 "just friends" yes, of course. I totally believe them

user3 now they have double dates, stop

yourusername Just to clarify, it wasn't a double date. The four of us are friends and we like to share time together, nothing else!

kimi.antonelli olliebearman come here to justify yourself, because the picture talks by itself

olliebearman we are just friends, I swear!

You had spent the afternoon with your friends, having a picnic in the park. You were young and loved to spend your time doing silly things, even when you had a car race this weekend. You really enjoyed breaks more than anyone else and being with your friends was the best part of all.

Sitting next to you, Ollie was with his phone, while you drove to your hotel room. Luckily you, he was also staying in the same hotel, just a few rooms away. Sometimes you thought your teams were doing everything on purpose to keep you close to each other, as if you were a pair that could not be separated under any circumstances.

Where you were going, Ollie was walking behind you. The same happened with you.

“My phone is ringing like crazy.”

“Mine keeps vibrating in my purse.”

Kimi thought it was a good idea to post pictures from your picnic date, where you and Ollie were very close. That had caused the world to react and to start with their theories. Even your own family had asked you several times if something was going on between the two of you, to the point where you started to doubt whether you ever did anything to make them suspicious.

You were just friends.

“Do you think they’re right?”

“About what, Ollie?”

Your eyes stopped seeing the road for a second, to put them over him.

“About us. I know we’re not dating, but sometimes I think maybe they’re noticing something that we’re not.”

“We’re just friends.”

“We are.”

None of you insisted on the subject, acted as if you had never spoken about it in the first place. When you arrived at the hotel, you went to your room and Ollie went to his own.

Not ten minutes passed, when you felt a knock on the door. Barefoot and in your nightwear, you opened the door. Ollie was there, his hair all messed up.

“I need to talk to you, it’s urgent.”

“Is something wrong? Is your family okay?”

“Everyone’s fine, it’s not about that.”

“All right, come on in.”

You let him in and Ollie walked into the middle of the room. It was a big space and his presence never made you uncomfortable.

Before you could talk, Ollie spoke.

“I think they’re right.”

“Ollie…”

“There’s something more between us, we’re not just friends.”

You were silent, thinking about his words. Ollie spoke again, so confidently as he said his insecure words. Confident and insecure, he was a mix of both.

“I feel things for you and I’m tired of pretending that it’s nothing and that we’re just friends.”

It wasn’t until you heard those words that everything suddenly started to make sense. You started to remember the way your heart used to beat when you were around him, the way you felt incredibly happy when he won races, or the way you constantly posted photos of him to your social media. You always found a way to make Ollie present in your life.

It wasn’t the same feelings you had for Kimi. What you felt for the English was much deeper, romantic.

You smiled at him. You loved to spend your time with him, and when something good or bad happened to you, you ran to his side because you knew no one else would understand you the way he did.

You were in love. And you were in love with nothing else than your best friend, Ollie.

“Do you have feelings for me?” asked him, looking anxiously for an answer from you.

“I have feelings for you and I’m terrified.”

Ollie smiled and walked one step towards you.

“I’m terrified, too.”

olliebearman

she made me a cake 😍

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yourusername who's that chick? I bet she's cool

olliebearman she's cooler than me and so beautiful

yourusername mmm I think I don't now her

olliebearman silly, I really like you ❤️

yourusername I like you too, bear boy 🖤

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user2 THIS IS A HARD LAUNCH

user3 I know there were signs but nothing prepared me for this

kimi.antonelli me? fan of this couple since day one

arthur_leclerc yesssss, finally. I was so tired of being used by her to make Ollie jealous

yourusername I wasn't trying to make him jealous 🙄

charles_leclerc what a lovely couple

georgerussell63 love to see young love!

[n1ght0f-nyx]

Hi! I love your erik!! Hes so sad and pathetic :(

was wondering how erik would react to having a vampire in love with him:

would he be scared to atract a monsters attention or overjoyed to have someone who loves him?

How would he feel about the vamp being possesive and jealous?(like anyone would want to steal him from them)

Imagine erik, who believed himself to be repulsive, having a vampire lover who is obsessed with his blood, saying its the best they ever tasted and that hes irresistible

pathetic men are the best thing this world has to offer. warnings/tags-Self-loathing Erik, Soft Horror Elements, Blood Drinking (Consensual), Slow Burn, Unmasking, Dark Fantasy, Enemies to Devoted Lovers, Angst and Comfort, Protective/Jealous Reader, Monster x Monster dynamic, Found Love in Darkness, Mutual Devotion, Reader is Scary but Tender word count- 1129

The Opera House sleeps beneath the shroud of midnight. Only the rats and restless ghosts stir in the velvet-lined shadows. You watch from the darkness, unseen, as Erik stands at the edge of the underground lake, candlelight flickering across the surface like a hymn made of gold.

He hums—low and delicate—spilling music into silence. He thinks he’s alone.

He never is. Not when you’re near.

You speak before he senses you. “You’re humming again.”

His spine stiffens. His voice is bitter when he answers, though the tension in his shoulders softens a fraction. “Do you intend to haunt me tonight as well?”

You smile faintly. “Haunt? I prefer the word visit.”

“I prefer you didn’t.”

A lie. You both know it.

You step forward, boots silent on the stone. “And yet I come.”

You circle him slowly, drinking in the shape of him. Cloaked, masked, as always. But you see beneath it. You always have.

You stop beside him, close enough to catch the rhythm of his heart. So fast. So alive.

“I dreamed of your voice again,” you murmur. “Even in sleep, it sings in me. You do that to me, Erik.”

He doesn’t look at you. “Is that why you come here? To torment me with false praise?”

“False?” Your lips twitch. “I’ve tasted emperors. Touched the throats of queens. But you…” You don’t touch him—yet—but your fingers hover near his neck, reverent. “You sing like divinity weeping into a man’s bones. And your blood…”

You close your eyes, letting the memory stir your hunger.

“The sweetest thing I’ve ever known.”

He turns away sharply, his cape billowing like wings. “Don’t—don’t speak to me of blood.”

“I speak of you,” you say. “The blood is merely a part of it. A gift wrapped around something greater.”

His shoulders hunch. “You speak of me like I’m nothing more than a vein to feed from.”

You step in front of him, gently. “No. You’re the obsession. The blood just... reminds me you’re real.”

Your eyes trace his form, aching. “I would carve out hearts for you. I’d rip the breath from anyone who looked too long at you. Anyone who thinks they deserve you more than I do.”

Erik’s breath stutters. “No one desires me.”

“I do.”

He looks at you, searching for mockery. You let him search.

He finds only reverence.

He steps back, as if trying to escape it. “What if I told you I wished to be alone?”

“Then I would sit at the edge of your solitude. I wouldn’t enter... but I’d never leave.”

You mean it. Every word.

He pulls off his mask, suddenly, with a flourish and fire in his voice. “Look at me! Look at what you claim to love!”

You do.

You always have.

You step forward and kiss the scarred cheek. Slowly. Gently.

“Beautiful,” you whisper against his skin.

He shudders like it physically hurts to be touched with tenderness.

“You’re mad,” he breathes.

“Perhaps. But so are you. That’s why we fit.”

The nights pass.

You bring him small things: rare sheet music, blood-red roses that never wilt, the occasional stolen music box. Mostly, you bring yourself. And he, for all his protests, never sends you away.

He composes. You sit in the dark and listen. He pretends not to notice how closely you watch his hands.

He snaps, sometimes. Hurls words like knives.

You let them strike.

And return the next night anyway.

One evening, while he scribbles notes on parchment, you run your fingers along the strings of his violin. He turns, sharply.

“You’ve no right to touch that.”

You smirk. “Are you jealous, Maestro?”

“Of what?”

“That your violin felt my hands before you did.”

He stares at you, helpless.

“You’re insufferable.”

You approach him, slow as fog. “I know.”

He steps back until his spine hits the piano.

You trap him there, one hand braced beside his head, the other at his waist.

“You told me once that no one wanted you.” Your voice is soft, dangerous. “Do you know how many I’ve killed for less than the sound of your voice?”

His breathing quickens. “I’m not worth that.”

“To me,” you say, brushing your fingers under his mask strap, “you’re worth entire cities set aflame.”

Your lips hover near his ear. “Do you know how hard it is not to taste you again?”

His throat bobs. “You already drank once. You said that was enough.”

“I lied.” You pull back to meet his eyes. “You were the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever touched. It took everything in me to stop—not because I feared killing you… but because I feared I wouldn’t want to stop.”

He grips the edge of the piano so tightly his knuckles pale.

“Why me?” he whispers. “Why not someone... better? Brighter?”

You blink, stunned by the question. “Because you are made of shadow, like me. And yet you create light. Music. Beauty. You are everything I can’t be.”

His voice drops. “Would you kill anyone who tried to love me?”

Your eyes flash. “Without hesitation.”

He shivers. He should fear you.

Instead... he leans in.

“Do you belong to me, then?” he asks, voice ragged.

You don’t hesitate. “Yes.”

He lifts a trembling hand and touches your face.

“Then feed,” he says.

You pause, surprised. “You mean it?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You step forward, gently, reverently cupping his neck. You feel his pulse under your fingertips—fast, trusting.

“Tell me to stop,” you murmur, “and I will.”

“I won’t.”

You sink your fangs in.

He gasps and clutches at you, his knees weakening. It’s not pain he feels. It’s... something else. Surrender. Music in his blood.

You draw just enough to make his body sing beneath your hands—then stop.

When you pull away, you’re breathless. Dizzy.

“I could lose myself in you,” you say.

He touches your cheek. “Then be lost with me.”

And you kiss him—gently, for once. Not in hunger. Not in frenzy.

But in devotion.

You sleep beside him now.

Sometimes wrapped in his cape, sometimes on the piano bench while he dozes. He never used to sleep. Now he lets himself drift, head resting against your shoulder, trusting you to guard his dreams.

One night, he murmurs, “Will you ever leave me?”

You press your lips to his forehead. “Never.”

“And if I grow old, and you do not?”

“I’ll guard your grave until time forgets your name.”

He shudders. “Would you turn me?”

You still. “If you asked.”

He nods, slowly. “Not yet. But maybe one day.”

You smile, your heart aching in your chest.

For now, he is human. Fragile. Brilliant. Yours.

And you—monster, immortal, devoted—are his.

And in the darkness beneath the Opera House, two impossible things find sanctuary in each other.

[auroreliis]

what about a reader that’s a bit mean? I imagine them similar to Damien’s age? Like they’d be like “How about we go play” (or read, something along those lines) then when the bat siblings would agree, they’d be like “nvm I don’t want to anymore”

Platonic Yandere!Batfam

Summary: You're a little mean

CW: no warnings

(not edited or proofread)

Bruce:

-He is very patient and will talk to you regularly about your behaviour, inquiring what he can do to help you

-If you continue to be rude to your family and hurt your brothers' feelings, he and Dick will organise family activities, forcing you to spend time with everyone

-During dinner he sends Dick off to your room to lock you out every now and then

Dick:

-He is not having it

-If you promised to spend time with him, you will, even if he has to drag you by your feet

-Will be very mopey and clingy

-"You don't like me anymore?", he whines out, burying his head in your neck, clearly wanting to guilt trip you.

-Reluctant to let you go, but once you're free from his grasp, he usually leaves you alone for a while (or you avoid him like the plague)

Jason:

-Jason hates getting lied to, so he will be irritated if you change your mind last second after promising to hang out with him

-How he reacts depends on his mood

-If he is in a good mood, he will probably leave you alone and sulk in silence

-If he is in a bad mood, he will force you to spend time with him and would be perfectly fine with sitting in silence in the same room as you

-Tries to hide how hurt he is by being cold, not wanting to be vulnerable

-The next time he sees you, he acts like nothing happened and he has this air about him that makes you not want to mention his behaviour either

Tim:

-He finds a way to reward you when you spend time with him

-You want to go outside? He will let you out for 30 minutes handcuffed to him if you spend the day with him

-If rewards don't work, he goes with blackmail or punishments

-You don't want your family to find out that you have a crush on someone? Spend time with him and he won't say anything

-He prefers the rewards though, since he wants you to actually like him, but he won't hesitate to play the bad guy if he has to

Damian:

-He reflects your energy back to you, but since it hurts his pride that you dislike him, he will try to embarrass you a little whenever he can

-You tripped over something? He mentions it every day for a month

-You like a cartoon? What are you, seven?

-You can't throw a punch? That's kind of pathetic....

-He doesn't mean anything rude he says, in fact, he loves and admires you more than anything, but he's just a little hurt by your behaviour

-You're a similar age, shouldn't you try to befriend him? Isn't that what people usually do?

-If you stop being rude to him, he will be much nicer and softer with you

[lasciviouspoison]

could u do drunk eren coming home to you after a night out :333333333

sorry it took me so long to answer!! my job has been kicking my ass, lol. hope this is up to ur standards stinka butt :p (not proof read cause i’m lazy)

eren rarely ever decides to leave you home and go out with his friends.

i mean, what could he do with them that he couldn’t with you? he would much rather prefer spending a night in, sitting in a hello kitty face mask watching tv rather than go and get drunk.

but in this particular instance, you pushed him out.

“rennie, i love you, i swear i do, but baby you spend so much time with me and you deserve some guy time! so please go out with connie ‘nd them, i promise i’ll be here waitin’”

so, like a good boyfriend would, he went out and had a great time!

….okay… maybe too much of a good time.

in his defense! he would rather die before he let sissy ass jean out drink him.

and it’s because of eren’s innate competitiveness that he came home in the condition that he did.

stumbling through the door and throwing his keys, you immediately went to see just how much he drank. and considering eren was a lightweight, you could already tell he was in bad shape.

“baby, are you okay?” you said while trying to lead him to bed. however, eren couldn’t even register what you were saying to him as he was way more focused on how your nipples poked through your white tank top.

without saying a word, eren lifted up your tank and gave the one closest to him a gentle kitten lick. the action took you by surprise, but to eren, your silence told him everything he needed to hear.

he pushed you onto the couch, not bothering to walk to the bedroom and lifted your shirt fully above your head.

while staring down at your surprised face, eren gave you a smile “i don’ care nuthin bout me bein okay. i w’nna fuck”.

without giving you time to answer, he gave you a rough kiss before turning his attention towards your nipples once again. while his mouth latched onto one, his fingers toyed with the other.

his ears were overjoyed with the noises you were making, as his body was much more sensitive to the way you reacted to his touches. by the time eren kissed his way down to your clothed pussy, he was as hard as a rock.

“ren, ya sure you don’t wanna lay down? you’re really drunk” your words normally would have made him reconsider. but with your lack of power behind them, they were going in one of eren’s ears and out the other.

so much so that he responded to your question by pulling your cotton shorts down, taking your panties with them. all he could do was stare at the mess you made. your pussy was so wet and shiny, it was literally asking to be eaten.

without a word, he took two fingers and swiped them down your slit, reveling in the way your body jerked at the sudden stimulation.

he put his fingers in his mouth and moaned, “better th’n anything i’ve had t’night. open up for me mama, i’m hungry.”

as you spread your legs wider, eren didn’t hesitate to lick up towards your clit and suck. he could feel your cunt pulsating in his mouth and he loved it. slowly flattening out his tongue and licking all over your pussy until he made you shake. but his favorite part was fucking you with his tongue and feeling you gush into his mouth without a second thought. it made him so proud when he could feel your pretty hole loosening up on his tongue, preparing for what’s to come later.

you couldn’t even form coherent words. mindless babbles and noises leaving your mouth sounded like nothing short of music to eren’s ears.

he took his mouth off of your cunt and shoved two fingers in, causing your breath to catch in your throat. with glossy eyes you looked down to see eren’s head resting on your thigh, eyes locked on his fingers sliding in and out of you with ease.

“y’know somthin? i thought about you all night. how badly i wanted to come home and touch you. how badly i wanted to fuck my cunt till you cried. the noises you’d make when i’d stick my tongue inside. love when you let me slut this cunt out.” hazy green eyes never leaving your cunt as he talked. watching it spasm and clench till u came. which didn’t take long as the combination of his fingers and tongue threw you over the edge.

your body contracted and your moans grew louder. your toes curled and your hips involuntarily rocked against his fingers and face. he let you ride out your orgasm, mouth latched to your clit while his green eyes flickered from your face to your pussy.

after you finally calmed down, he removed himself from your cunt and hoisted you up onto his waist. carrying you like a baby to your shared bedroom.

he dropped you down onto the bed and removed the rest of your clothing without missing a beat. eren dragged your hips to the edge of the bed and let his cock spring out from the confines of his jeans. he gave your cunt a couple of taps before you felt the head of his cock push his way through your pussy.

before you knew it, you were folded in half, “fuck baby, love this pussy s’much. let ‘er tell me how much she loves me.” your pussy was so wet, you couldn’t help but hear the platplatplat of eren’s pelvis connecting to your wetness. every now and then you’d hear a slight squelch, which made eren impossibly harder.

while i’m your back, you finally got the chance to look at him, and god did he look gorgeous. his hair hung beautifully over his face due to ur suggestion of wearing it out during his outing. the whites of his eyes were red, making those beautiful sea green eyes pop even more. and you’re just now noticing that his clothes aren’t even fully off as he’s holding the bottom of his black hoodie and white undershirt in his mouth.

he’s quite literally stirring your guts right now. with both hands holding your thighs to your chest and fast, deep strokes, you wouldn’t be incorrect to assume that eren is trying to kill you.

“ba- fuck- baby please slow down.” you pleaded. your body bouncing hard against his hips, head rocking every which way as you try and watch the scene below.

eren shakes his head no at an obscenely fast pace, “no! gotta give ya ev’rthin i got” his words are slurred from the alcohol and muffled by his clothes but he doesn’t care. the only thing eren cared about in this moment was the feeling of you cumming on his dick.

he watched as your eyes rolled back while you arched off the bed. he couldn’t help but put his hand within the gap and pull u close to his chest. at this point, eren was fucking you into the air. he was borderline erratic with how fast he was moving and his drunk strength didn’t make things better.

you knew you would be sore the following day, but who cares when your man is fucking you like he’s gonna die tomorrow?

your moans are loud and eren’s grunts are almost louder. he won’t stop till he makes you cum, and even that might not be enough.

“ren, m’gonna cum!” your lips are spitty and your hair is clinging to your cheeks. your eyes are glossy and tears are beginning to spill out.

despite eren being drunk out of his mind, he still can’t help but think that you look like the most beautiful girl on the planet.

he released his hoodie and licked his lips, “fuck! do it baby! do it on my dick so i can fill ya up. g’nna make ya a mama i swear- fuck! there ya go baby. cum on me.” he strains to get the last part out upon feeling your cunt grip his dick. you were cumming and he wasn’t too far behind.

with a few quick thrusts and extra stimulation to your clit because your pleasure never ends you could feel eren’s cum paint your walls white. his jaw dropped and his eyes rolled deep into his skull.

“mmfh, fuck baby. i love you, i swear ta’ god i do.” was all he could manage before he collapsed on top of you. and after a few moments, you realized that he hadn’t fallen asleep, but his body had literally given out from exhaustion. i mean, what could you expect after a night of heavy drinking and sex?

and after you finally caught your breath, you managed to roll eren off of you and clean yourself up, not minding the lack of after care considering he needed it way more than you at the current moment.

you took a quick shower and returned with a rag for eren. and after wiping him down and changing his clothes, you tucked him into your shared sheets and finally got some rest.

funnily enough for you, eren couldn’t believe his ears when he heard you retell the night you shared the next morning.

“that wasn’t me, i don’t know who you’re talking about” he said with a tomato red face. you had no idea how eren went from the dominant, sex crazed man he was last night to the shy individual he is now. he even looks different with his black framed glasses perched on his nose. the duality of man

with a little giggle, you placed a kiss onto eren’s cheek, “it’s okay baby, i’m just glad you had a great time last night”.

with a roll of his eyes, eren pulled you closer to him on the couch and continued surfing through tv channels, vowing to himself to never go out with his homies ever again.

[dorkyteenagedirtbag-ks]

Synopsis: Akaashi loves you, but fear holds him back. How long can you wait before love turns into a secret too heavy?

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Akaashi Keiji had always been the quiet type, preferring the quiet shadow rather than the loud sunshine. He kept things to himself and chose his words carefully. He liked the world of volleyball, where decisions were made swiftly but with precision, a rhythm he was great at maintaining.

But outside of volleyball, it was a bit more complicated.

You entered his life without any notice, shaking up his well-planned existence upside down. You were so different yet so alike from him, always finding a way to break through his defenses. It didn’t take him long to develop feelings for you, but he soon realized that love wasn't that easy. It was a lot more complex than he had anticipated. It wasn't like in the book he read.

And though it had neared 6 months since you two started dating, Akaashi had never brought you up to his teammates. Not even once.

“Keiji,” you said one evening while sitting next to him in his apartment. Your voice was soft and a bit hesitant. It seemed like something was bothering you, his heart began to race at the thought. “Why don’t you tell them about me?”

He tensed up, gripping the book in his lap a little tighter. He didn't want you to bring up this topic. He wasn't ready to talk about that.

“It’s not about you,” he replied quietly, staring blankly at the pages totally lost in his thought.

“Then what is it? Who is it about” you asked, leaning in a bit. “Is it because I’m a guy? Do they not know what you are?”

“No!” The response came out sharper than he meant, and he felt a pang of regret as he saw the hurt in your eyes. “It’s not that. I swear.”

“Then what is it? What's the problem?” you didn't mean to pressure him but the weight that was sitting on your heart had to be lifted.

Akaashi paused, his heart racing. How could he share his fears without sounding selfish ? He took a deep breath, focusing on everything but you.

“I’m scared of how they’ll react” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “Not because they’re bad people, but… they can be thoughtless. I don’t want you to think less of me because of them.”

The silence between you felt heavy and tense. When you finally spoke, your tone was calm but distant, like the tide pulling away from the shore.

"Do you think I'm that fragile? Do you think I'm that easy to convince?"

Akaashi hastily interrupted, the words spilling out of him in a rush. "It's not about being fragile or easy to convince. It's about-"

"Control?" you cut in again, voice sharper this time. "Keiji, you can't shield me from everything. Honestly, it seems like you're more concerned about your own feelings than mine. You're just making excuses."

"That's not the case," he argued, but the shake in his voice betrayed him.

You got up, running your fingers through your hair as you paced the room. "I don't want to push you into something you're not ready for, but this-this feels like you're embarrassed by me. Or by us."

The accusation landed harder than any spike he'd ever faced. Akaashi's throat closed, and he struggled to find words to counter you. How could he when he, too, was just as confused?

"I just need more time" he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You stopped and turned to him, looking into his eyes for something he couldn't give. "You've had 6 months, Keiji. How much longer do you need?"

The silence afterward was thick, it was suffocating.

"I love you" you said, the rawness in your tone tearing at Akaashi's heart. "But I can't keep being your secret. I can't keep being the words you choose not to say."

You waited for him to say something, to fight for you, but he said nothing, trapped in his own fears.

Finally, you nodded, a bitter smile onto your face. "I guess that's my answer."

You walked past him, the sound of your footsteps echoed like a countdown. The door closing behind you was soft, almost gentle, but it felt like a thunderclap in Akaashi's chest.

- 𝐊𝐒

Who should I do next guys ?

[base0h]

HOW HAIKYUU CHARACTERS REACT TO BUGS

a/n - watched a TikTok vid by @emmafischer8 about how setters would react to a spider and it was hilarious so I had to do everyone else too 😀👍

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, s/o reader, crack

- he’s not very scared of them so you can probably count on him to kill them for you if you ask 😭🙏

- but honestly he’d probably name a spider Fred and give it a leaf to sit on when he puts it outside

- and in the morning when he wakes up he’d also say good morning to Fred even if he doesn’t see him because he thinks Fred might still hear him

- “Bokuto who’s Fred..?” -you

- “That spider fella from last week! The one that was on the ceiling :)”

- “…You named it?”

- “Mhm!”

- “I love you Bokuto 😭”

- “Oh I love you too y/n :D”

- He has a lot of bug friends

- especially during summer he gets a lot of ladybug and butterfly buddies

- he prolly has named them after which friends he thinks they remind him of

- theres a praying mantis named kuroo 🙏

- he’s scared of them

- he hates them with every fiber of his being

- never take him to Australia or ANYWHERE remotely outdoorsy 💀

- he’s the type to get even quieter when he’s afraid— and he can’t even bring himself to move away from said danger he just stares at it helplessly 😭

- he could be doing homework or something and then all of the sudden his pencil will stop, and he’s just frozen in place

- you can’t even tell if bros still breathing

- “Akaashi..? You ok?” -you

- there’s no answer

- no acknowledgment

- just dead silence

- then you see why, and it’s a tiny little spider on the wall in front of his desk

- you have to kill all the bugs or take em outside, akaashi will do everything else but that for you so yeah 😭

- you also might have to comfort him for a while after because he’s so scared he gets nightmares about em 💀

- I swear yk those jumpscare vids on TikTok where the bug legit jumps out at you and that Asian dude is like: hey, you ok?

- BUT THE MF COMES WAY TOO FREAKING LATE SO IT DOESNT EVEN HELP

- yeah akaashi has beef with him

- he wants to set his house on fire and lock the doors with the guy still inside :)

- seriously you could be just chilling and all of the sudden he’ll chuck his phone across the room and he looks like he looked at Medusa or sum 💀

- those vids that try to like make you feel bad for bugs because they’re just trying to exist mean nothing to him

- “Ok then exist somewhere else? Preferably nowhere near me?” -Akaashi (probably)

IM TALKING ABOUT THIS GUY. (JUMPSCARE WARNING)

- ok see— he doesn’t call it ‘fear’

- he calls it ‘disliking things with more than 3 legs’

- he acts all tough and mighty until you’re faced with the final boss…

- summer

- Idk why but I feel like he’d have a tiny little dog— like a corgis or a terrier or something

- it sometimes eats flies and stuff— and Kuroo worships it 😭

- he’s totally the type to like try and create some intricate trapping system for bugs so that his dog can take care of it for him

- Kenma thinks he’s insane :) (he is)

- side note he also probably cuddles with his dog and has good dreams whenever he sleeps with it nearby him 🥲🙏

- anyways, you’re basically his knight in shining armor now, congrats! :D

- “Oh y/n you look absolutely gorgeous today—“ -kuroo

- “Where’s the bug.”

- “…..Corner wall.”

- sly mf 💀 bro thought he could fool you

- don’t worry he’ll make it up to you however you want 😭

- you name it and he’ll do it

- anything for his knight in shining armor

- his heroic insect slayer

- his courageous promised messiah—

- yeah you get the gist lmfao

- you should probably start taxing him for it

- he MIGHT boycott you though 💀

- I honestly think they’re scared of him

- I feel like no bug has ever escaped osamu’s sight

- like if a fly lands on his food it’s genocide time

- he will find its cohorts and kill every single last one

- kinda scary ngl 😭

- in the kitchen he’s probably armed with a fly swatter 24/7

- not one of those plastic flimsy ones though, the heavy duty high voltage shit, only the best

- Let’s be real though, if a fly noticed Osamu looking at it— it’d run and not be able to escape 💀

- Those vids that are like: “no but the bug was just existing— what if it had a family?” Yeah no Osamu doesn’t give a shit

- “It’s their fault for touching my food. Not my fault they might not have a parent anymore.” -osamu

- “Yeah but you didn’t need to like— chop it up like an onion—😭”

- “It reminded me of Atsumu so I was extra pissed at it.”

- “Hey! :(“ -Atsumu

- “Ah I see, makes sense.”

- “HEY! >:(“

a/n - I need an osamu to kill the mosquitoes in my house I can’t kill em all myself— I’m losing the war here 😭

[obeymematches]

I saw your MC is a tease/Bully not so oblivious ask. But how do the brothers react to some one like me who literally cannot tell someone likes them unless they open their mouth and say it?

Like seriously, unless you smack me in the face with the info I am completely oblivious.

hahah i like this idea! Though these turned out so long i'll do a part2

Mc IS oblivious!

Lucifer:

● To demonstrate his eternal love, ardent obsession he expresses his feelings through gifting you not just one, but an entire boque of maroon roses. He grows them in his garden. If this doesn't impress you tell me, what will?

● "Ohh! How pretty! You're so sweet Lucifer you really didn't have to! Now where shall I put these-"

● Inside his mind: Okay MC likes them- but perhaps not me? I should've given them something more practical it seems. I must figure out what they prefer."

● His next attempt was much more simple; to your luck, he prefers not to make things more complicated than they need to be. Yes he invited you to a stroll through a nearby park. Yes you had no idea it was a date. Even though it was just you two and you walked around with you hand around his arms, his other hand gently caressing the hand you gave him. Nothing special just a regular Thursday, you thought.

"MC, I must confess, it was my pleasure to spend time with you today. I wish we could do this more often..."

"To tell you the truth I could get used to this, thanks for inviting me for a walk!"

"Was it just a walk to you, MC?"

At this point you felt like you needed to be careful about how you continue the conversation.

"Well- technically, wasn't it a walk?"

"It was. You are right. What I've neglected to tell you is that it was supposed to be a date. You are on my mind every day, in fact, I can hardly forget about you as I work. You are very dear to me despite not knowing you for a long time. I... I'm very fond of you MC. I just wanted you to know."

Mammon:

● As you are aware, he spends most of the day with you. You don't sleep together but besides that you are pretty much together all day.

● You are in your room, laying on your back, scrolling your phone to pass time.

● He enters your room casually, lays beside you without saying anything. With a swift motion he lifts your phone out of your hands, puts it on the bed next to you and lays his head on your chest.

"Mind givin' me attention?"

"I gave you attention all day Mams, whats going on?"

"How come ya always nice to me MC?"

"Uh- You are my first friend here, of course I'm nice-"

"Ya don't have to be so nice cuz of that though..."

"What do you mean Mammon?"

"Ugggh ya gonna make me say it? Cuz I'm not about to-"

"Say what? You're confusing me-"

"Nothin. It's nothin."

● That was it for that day. Same week you were minding your business in the kitchen when you overheard your best friend fight with Levi.

☆Don't ya dare tell MC!!

□ Or what? You'll draw me with a pencil?

☆ Ya piece of-

There you were on the doorstep, wondering what the hell is going on here.

Levi: MC! Did you know Mammon likes you??

You: Well- I sure hope he does, we are friends afterall-

Levi: nOOO he likes you more than a friend!

You: Uh... He is my best friend I guess?

Mammon: Levi ya idiot stop right here! Yes MC is my best friend now shut up!

● Life goes on as it is for a couple of days. One night Mams brings you a beer (0% if you don't drink) and sits down with you.

"MC... Imma ask you a question, be honest alright? An' don't laugh okay? So MC... am I really just ya best friend?"

"Yes you are. Why?"

"Listen MC ... I wouldn't be tellin ya this if it wasn't true alright- I like you a lot."

"And I like you a lot too!"

"MC, no. I'm... I... wanna be with ya. No, not just with ya, I just wanna be yours."

"As in....?"

"As in that stupid series you made me watch- "

"Mammon? Are you telling me you want to date me?"

"Uh-huh. I promise I'll give ya anything ya want. If ya'd let me-"

Leviathan:

● my boy is the definition of oblivious, unlucky for you

● Okay at this point it'll take ages for this conversation to happen....if it happens at all.

● By now sending each other hearts in the video game you play is a routine, but strictly IN GAME!

● He visits you in the Human World without complaining

● He doesn't spend much time with anyone but if you want to, he will!

● Very clingy for someone as oblivious as him.

● Both of you starts to give hints at some point and still nothing happens. "Yeah he's so nice." "Ah MC always thinks of me, how sweet." "Don't overthink, don't overthink, don't-"

● Okay I am actually struggling to think of a scenario when he confesses so blutly there is no doubt he means it. I think his plan B is to play it off as a joke so whatever the circumstances it's ambigious.

● So listen MC, Levi's only gonna do it once. If you miss it, you miss him out. That's it.

● Levi: So... MC... I was thinking... how funny it would be if we actually started dating- unless...

You: Funny? Why would that be funny?

Levi: Because you and I.... like great friends!

● Okay here is your chance MC he's nevee going to bring this up again-

[tokoyamisstuff]

Time Is A Thief

Walter C Dornez x f! Vampire! Reader ...in which Walter feels insecure about his advance in age.

18+ | 2,2k. words | established relationship | angst | general smut warning | bondage elements

A/N: ask and you shall receive sis the chokehold this man had on me back in the day 😭😭unreal, you wouldn't believe

For storytelling purposes: Reader is in her 60's but subconsciously chooses to stay in a younger form (like 20's or 30's, whatever you prefer).

"Gotcha!" you cheer, descending from the ceiling in a pitiful attempt to surprise your lover. Yet it's basically impossible to caugh Walter off guard, even when he appears busy. He wouldn't even bother looking away from his current task, calmly raising a hand to reveal that his wires are already wrapped tightly around your neck. "You should never sneak up on an assassin, dear."

Dissolving into mist, you instantly materialize in front of him again, now free of his confinements as you playfully attack him with a tackle hug. "And you need to loosen up, my love."

The Angel of Death wordlessly returns the embrace, one hand absentmindedly running through your hair. He lets out an amused chuckle, satisfied that even though he's way past his prime, he's still your equal in power. "Well, well, well...how can I keep handling a fierce young lady like you are one?"

"You're the only one who can!" you retort with a sly smile on your face, which he gladly mirrors upon hearing the compliment. "Do you need any help with that?"

"No, I'm almost done. But I appreciate the offer." Not that you were a great help with paperwork either way, but it's the thought that counts, right?

You tiptoe around the massive office desk, sitting on the tabletop as you lean over provocatingly. "Sooo...I hope you can make time for your spouse later on?"

Walter barely reacts, but you know him long enough to notice the obvious irritation in his microexpressions. "Maybe I would, if you weren't so distracting..."

You let out an offended huff, hopping off the wooden furniture as he continues filling out several forms. "Why the bad mood lately?" The accusation was stated faster than your mind could catch up on, but it was burning on your tongue for a while now.

The butler's forehead creases at your words, his signature on the official papers blurring as he keeps writing. "I've got no clue what you're implying."

"I mean" you place both hands on either side of your hips, accentuating your insistance, "that with every single day your 70th birthday approaches, you get increasingly moody."

Now the cat is out of the bag.

Being his spouse for so many decades made even this reserved man an open book to you, but until now you had decided to keep quiet about his subtle panic of aging those past few years.

"Aging is a privilege, dear" you try to reason with him, but involuntarily making things worse. "Life only holds meaning because it's finite."

"How convenient" he murmurs sarcastically, and you're slightly taken aback by the angry gleam in his eyes. Usually he shows you nothing but kindness, aware of his darker side which only ever shows itself during fights against the occult. "That's an easy thing to say for an immortal being, isn't it?"

"...you know very well that I didn't choose to be this way." Regretting his harshness as he sees you getting upset, his tone gets more gentle now. He knows you have your own demons to fight, knowing that you were never able to give him child he so desperately wanted. "I'm sorry, my love. It's just..."

He lets his fingers trail across your features, taking in the ethereal beauty vampirism grants. It's been 50 years since he had freed you from that nazi laboratory - their priced experiment, the first successful attempt to create an artificial vampire. And yet when he looks at you, it seems like it was yesterday.

You are frozen in time, always preserving while he was doomed an ordinary human's fate.

This just wasn't fair.

As if you could hear his thoughts, you lean into his touch, coaxing him with an affectionate smile. "Darling, I haven't seen my own reflection in ages" you joke, tapping your own forehead. "And when it comes to mind, we're almost the same age. So what does it matter?"

"Because" and his voice is laced with frustration, "I'm a shadow of my former self, and I'll continue to wither. As I get older I get weaker, useless."

"Oh, Walter..." Your crimson eyes widen in shock at his words, asking yourself just how long he's been harboring those horrible thoughts of himself. "Do you truly think so lowy of me? I'm not that shallow."

"Of course not" he assures, "But that's not the point. I don't wish to become a burden to you."

"Please, don't say things like that..." Hearing him speak this lowy of himself, like he was only worth something as long as he's useful, made your long dead heart clench painfully in your chest. It was only natural, of course. His entire life had revolved around being of service and being adaptive to others.

You were probably the only person in his life that he could allow to be himself around, even if after all those years he still struggled to figure out who exactly that was.

With teary eyes you cup his head in your hands, guiding him down to your height until your foreheads touch. He reluctantly obeys, embracing you tightly as if you could disappear now that he bared this unsighty part of his soul to you.

"We made a vow: In prosperity and adversity, in sickness and health, until death do us part...and I do not plan on betraying this oath. Not out of obligation, not out of pity, but because I selfishly want to spend your entire life at your side!"

Walter lets out an aggravated sigh, pulling you even closer against his body. "This isn't about you, love. It's something I need to overcome myself."

"Incorrigible." You pout, making him chuckle a bit at your adorable display. "I'm your partner, at least let me try to support you..."

"You're doing more than enough just by being at my side, dear." He places a tender kiss on your knuckles, his eyes darkening with lust ever so slightly as his gaze wanders up and down your form, finally appreciating what he sees. "But if you insist...I have something in mind..."

Using one of his wires he cuts deeply into his thumb, the sight of his blood cascading down never failing to have a hypnotizing effect on you.

"Ohh..." you purr lowy, taking ahold of his wrist as you lead his bloodied finger to your mouth, beginning to suck eagerly without breaking eye contact. "I may be able to arrange that..."

The iron taste on your tongue wakes primal instincts, Walter's unique blood paired with his pheromones working like an aphrodisiac. You let out a delighted sound at the sensation, pecking a small kiss on the wound after you've had your fill.

In an instant you were lifted on the table again, your lover settling comfortable between your spread legs. His lips are practically glued to yours, only ever parting for small gasps of air while he takes his sweet time to take off your clothes. Each curve, each new speck of uncovered skin he relishes to the fullest, whispering countless words of sheer adoration under his breath.

You feel his wires wriggle all around your body, incising without actually breaking the skin. "Wrapped up so neatly for me" he banters, tugging them a bit tighter. "An early birthday present?"

Being so exposed and vulnerable always sent a rush of adrenaline through your body, but at the same time there came an oddly human part of shame and embarassment along with it. "No no no..." His voice is soft and laced with affection as he reassures you, one hand gently lifting your chin while the other disappears between your thighs. "Don't be shy. You're so beautiful, I sure am a lucky man."

The ropes pry your legs apart with ease, spreading them widely. It makes you feel like a doll he could move to his liking, but you trusted this man so deeply that you couldn't feel more comfortable in your own skin.

"Do you remember back when you were still a fledgeling vampire?" He reminices, fingers stroking across your folds, so close to a sensitive spot and yet too far away. You try to move your hips towards the potential satisfaction, but he won't give it to you that easily. "You were like an animal in heat sometimes. Needed to keep you tied up so you won't bite me in the act."

"Tha- ah!" He enters two fingers at once and scissors them inside, making you groan in pleasure. "Stop bringing up those old stories..." You narrow your eyes at him and he dwells in your defiance, well aware he'll make you wax in his hands soon enough. "Just curious if I can make you feel like that again."

Well, it was true, as you aged you became more...tame. In the bedroom as well, but that doesn't mean it's any less enjoyable. Nothing in the world could beat the intimacy of lovers that literally know each other inside and out.

"You alwa-ays drive me crazy...mhh..." Walter hums in approval, his fingers still inside of you. "If you think blood is an addicting essence you've clearly never tasted yourself..." That said he pulls them out, pushing the coated fingertips onto your tongue to prove his point.

He then kneels down in front of your exposed sex, murmuring against the skin of your inner thigh. "Look at me, love." His stare is intense as he kisses his way towards his goal, "I want to see what I do to you."

You cry out when his tongue presses flatly on your clit, his fingers quickly finding their designated location buried inside of you again. His wires are relentless, barely leaving room to move, but you twitch and buckle your hips at the overwhelming sparks of pleasure your core sends through your whole body. He eats you out like a man starving, knowing all your weak spots by heart while stroking himself with his free hand.

Obscene sounds fill the room, a mixture of wetness and moans and every noise you present to him is music in his ears. Well prepared he pounces on you in one swift movement, so fast you're not even able to register the brief emptiness before he buries himself inside of you.

You're almost dangling in the air now, only held in place by the thin wires that hurt just enough to amplify your pleasure. In that position he has access to you from all sides, his hands roaming every inch of your body and of course you're pliant to the touch.

Wrapping your hands around his neck you tug slightly at his ponytail, earning an amused groan in return. His motion slows down for a while, pulling out almost entirely before ramming himself down again several times.

You feel yourself coming close, the rhythm of his thrusts accompanied by how skillful he tends to your clit at the same time sending you over the edge with ease. Walter is right behind you, the sight of you unraveling in front of him a sight he'll never grow tired of.

He holds you as close as humanly possible, bodies suctioned together and indulging in the afterglow. It took you both a while to get down to earth again, still exchanging kisses and mellow carresses, unwilling to part just yet.

As always, Walter is quick to compose himself, straightening his clothes before cradling you in his arms, releasing you from the wires. "My my, always keeping me from doing my work..." he turns around to clean the mess as if nothing happened, quietly adding something about his "favourite distraction".

You laugh at first, but then your face turns serious, since is smile still didn't quite match his eyes and whatever was going on behind them. "Never doubt yourself ever again. Got it?"

When he turns back to answer however, all air is knocked out of his lungs at the sight of you, having shapeshifted to now appear like an elderly version of yourself.

Even like this, more than ever so, you're the most beautiful person he's ever set eyes upon.

"My life ends with yours, no matter how." Your voice is firm and sincere, oddly at peace with the severity of your insinuation. "I made that decision long ago already."

Walter shakes his head in disbelief, feeling unworthy of your loyality. It's so hard to not let the mask slip, you've always been able to peek through it anyways.

He knows talking you out of this foolish idea would be to no avail, and he doesn't even try to do so...

...because he already has his own plans, that would counterfeit yours either way. Decades ago he had prepared this ultimate treason, like an unimposing spider in the midst of it's net, just needing to pull the right wire to make it all collapse. And as reward he'll be granted eternal life, no - the chance of being able to care for you forever.

No matter the consequences, whatever horrid atrocities and sacrifices he'd have to make: You were all worth it and more.

Walter closes his eyes as he inhales your scent, pulse racing as he tries to not break under this crushing burden he put on himself.

"I'll promise we stay together until my dying breath."

[gilverrwrites]

Michael/Reader, 1.4K words Established vee dynamic: Michael/Adam & Adam/Reader, which will evolve into a triad. [2/3] Four things you explain to Michael, and one thing he explains to you. Part: [1][X][3]

Chapter 2: Adam explains...nothing, and you explain yourself.

Broaching the impromptu kiss with Adam had been simultaneously easier and harder than you’d expected. When he hadn’t immediately surfaced at the hockey game to voice any concerns, you’d figured he either a) was at least somewhat okay with it, or b) having a heated discussion with Michael about it in their shared headspace.

When you’d brought it up at home, later that same night he’d laughed. Not an outlandish or bitter one, just a light-hearted one, at the expense of your confusion.

“So… I guess you’re cool with it?” You’d asked, unable to shake your guilt until you heard confirmation from the man himself.

“Well, yeah.” You breathed a sigh of relief, until he continued. “I mean, it was bound to happen eventually.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, these aren’t exactly normal circumstances, and you and Michael don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but it makes sense.” He shrugs, placing his hands on your hips as he gets closer. The confused look on your face conveys that it’s doesn’t not in fact, ‘make sense’. “Well, I love him, and I love you, and if I’m to believe you both, you love me too.”

He purses his lips as he considers the right word choice, swaying his head back and forth so endearingly that you have to fight the urge to interrupt with a kiss.

“We live our lives in… immensely close proximity.” His fingertips are warm against your skin as he creeps them under your shirt, rubbing soft circles on your lower back to ease your obvious tension. “I’m just saying, you seem a lot more relaxed around each other, and I much prefer the way he thinks about you now to what he used to think.”

You’re not sure which intrigues you more, Michael’s old thoughts, his new thoughts, or that fact that he thinks about you at all. You know you shouldn’t ask, it’s not Adam’s place to say but the words fall out in a flurry regardless. “Michael thinks about me?”

“Sometimes.” He offers you a smile, a brights, boyish one that shows off the top row of his teeth. Instead of giving a real answer he places solid, chaste kiss to your forehead before retreating, smug in the knowledge that he’s knows something you don’t.

Ever since that night, things had changed. Micheal was around a lot more, and he was a lot more talkative. That is to say he was about as talkative as a fast-food worker on a busy Friday night, which isn’t much, but it is something.

Adam didn’t particularly approve of Micheal using his grace too often, citing it as hindering their integration back into humanity, but that didn’t stop Michael from offering to use it on menial tasks like the dishes or the laundry when you expressed tiredness. On one occasion after you’d declined, he’d cheekily suggested that you leave them for Adam to do later, it was his ‘no mojo’ rule after all.

One night while they were out, and you couldn’t sleep, they’d returned home to find you dancing around the apartment to some oddly named Spotify mix in nothing but your underwear and a pair of fuzzy socks. There had been an awkward minute where you and Micheal had stood, unmoving, watching each other, unsure how to react. A part of you hoped Adam would ease the discomfort, and another part had hoped the two of you could resolve the issue together.

When the next track played, you reached an arm out to Michael, inviting him to join you and he’d taken it, sheepishly trying to emulate your dance moves until you were too tired to continue.

While you couldn’t get him to admit that he enjoyed it, he started actually sitting beside you to watch TV. He asked about your day and listened attentively when you complained about your coworkers.

When you’d dumbly asked if he’d experienced anything similar, he’d spent a long time thinking, before telling you about a time his younger brother Gabriel had taken his lance without asking, the resulting clean-up was nasty. The story in earnest was horrifying, but you appreciated his sharing a personal anecdote regardless.

It was hard to tell where things were going with him, harder to tell where you wanted things to go, but you enjoyed his company regardless, and with Adam’s approval, you were content to let things go wherever they take you.

This morning you had something for him. A neatly wrapped gift in blue paper and a fancy ribbon that you’d had hidden under the bed for a few weeks.

When you enter the kitchen Adam is sat at the table, tapping away at a crossword puzzle, two cups of coffee resting before him, one for you, one for him. He is sweet.

“Good morning sleepy head. How are you this morning?” He asks as you greet him with a kiss, his eyed immediately darting the parcel you place on the table as you sit beside him with a stretch.

“Not bad, how are you?”

“Alright.” He turns his phone off, placing it face down on the table before pointing at the gift. “Whatcha got there?”

“It’s for Michael.” You reply chirpily.

Adam grins at you, that smug, knowing grin that makes you want to slap and kiss him simultaneously.

“Want to speak to him?”

“Only when you’re good and ready.” He’s gone before you can finish speaking. The stark contrast between their demeanours is immediately evident. Adam’s soft sunny face hardens into Michael’s signature neutrality.

“Why?” He’s nothing if not endearingly frank.

“If your birthday!” You announce, sliding the gift closer to him.

“It is not.” He argues, but there’s no malice in his tone, he sounds slightly amuse more than anything. “I was not born, so I do not have a birthday.”

“I know, I know. But it is September 29th. Michaelmas, so it seems as good a day as any, I thought we could celebrate it every year. It doesn’t seem fair that Adam and I get to have all the fun, and you don’t.”

“Every year.” He muses quietly, finally picking up the parcel.

“And no magic either!” You instruct. “You’ve gotta open it properly.”

He spares you a smile, you know it’s genuine because he so rarely does it.

Long fingers pick at the edges and corners, threading through the ribbon string as he examines every inch, not like Adam who opens gifts like an exited child on Christmas morning. They’re so different, but so right for each other.

After an excruciatingly long wait, he folds back the paper and pulls out a green and yellow jersey. Minnesota Wilds, the same team you’d watched together. He treats it the same way he had the wrapping, turning it over and over, inspecting every logo and seam.

“I thought you could wear it whenever we watch them play again. If you want to, I mean.” The silence is killing you, you can’t help but fill it, wanting to explain your reasoning before he has the chance to reject it. “I thought you’d like it but if you don’t I can return it and-“

“No.” He puts his hand on yours. The second time he’s touched you unprovoked, and it quietens you just the same. “I like it.”

His approval calms your nerves and you let out an audible phew which invokes another smile from Michael. You are truly blessed today.

“I want very much to watch more hockey with you, and to wear this.” As if to accentuate his point he puts the jersey on over their clothes, fingers playing with the collar once he’s smoothed it out against his chest. It occurs to you now that Adam has an adequately man-sized wardrobe, but you wonder how much input Michael had had on picking any of it out. Did he own clothes? You had planned to throw him a mini party today. Not much, just cake and battleship, possibly a documentary of his choosing, but maybe you should take him shopping.

Had he not cupped your face between his hands you could have followed that train along its tracks until it’s crashed.

“You’re spiralling.” The states matter-of-factly.

“How could you tell?” Adam, you think, would have told him.

“Your face does this thing.” He doesn’t quote have the words to express it, but you can imagine what he means. “It is charming to watch, but you should stop.”

Your nod it stifled by the way he holds you face between his hands.

“I am very grateful for this gift.” His lips are on yours once more. Just as tender as last time, his soft lips brush your own, lingering longer than last time, like he’s savouring it. Savouring the way your breath hitches, the way you melt slightly into him. When he pulls away you follow until he’s too far out of reach. “And I am grateful for you.”

I'm glad you exist.

[misty--nights]

So I'm watching the show yet again (usually I struggle watching shows, I don't know how I've managed to watch it twice already and still want to watch it a third time), and here are some things that I've noticed in episode 1, after the read more because it got longer than expected.

Charles calls himself the brawn and the protector of the two, but it's Edwin who goes all serious and says "I would not let that happen" when Charles asks what they'd do if Death came for them. I'm sure/concerned that he'd try to fight her if she ever came to take them...

Edwin knits!! When they are wearing their disgusses to get the demon out of Crystal he knitts while Charles reads the newspaper. Granted, you can only see him doing for a short moment, so I don't know if he's doing it properly, but I like to think he is. I have many thoughts about this, but it would take over the whole post. I'm still willing to make a whole post for it if anyone is interested but yeah. Bottom line is, Edwin can knitt!

The tone of voice that Crystal uses when she first wakes up in the Agency and in her walk with Charles is really different to the tone she uses the rest of the season. In hindsight, it's pretty obvious that is her mean girl tone, but still, I just think it's a nice detail.

Edwin takes Crystal's coffee cup when she takes the mail? We've just stablished he's not going to drink it, so is he just being petty? Is he going to throw it away or hide it just to be a nuisance? Is he investigating what she got? This boy, I swear...

I know people have pointed out all the Clue boards in the closet, but there's also a ouija board there? Hilarious. Maybe some ghosts prefer communicating with that instead of speaking? Or Charles got it because he thought it was funny and then never got rid of it?

I like that the thing that convinces Edwin to take the Becky Aspen case is Charles asking if he's going to let a little girl die. But more importantly, the title card right after that says "three flights". I've had this question for a bit, but what do they do during those flights? Do the boys spend those just standing in the hallway next to Crystal's seat? Do they sit in the cockpit? Do they hide in the bathroom until someone comes to use it? Do they hope for empty seats they can use? I don't know, every possible version of their trip is so funny to me. I know ghosts don't get tired like alive people, but the idea of them just standing awkwardly off to the side for more than 10 hours is hilarious.

No big detail here, I just love Crystal's purple coat thing she wears in this episode. Never really noticed that it has like flowers embroidered at the bottom, and the color of the whole thing is so nice.

"Maybe he's our fucking demon now." Crystal I love you, that is one of the funniest lines in the episode. I also really like that she gets to be angry and scared. Even if later Jenny talks her down from the worst it, it's not her anger that she points out, it's the fact that people are just like that and how the boys act is nothing personal. Her anger is not directly attacked (except by Edwin, but that's just him being petty), because she gets to be angry about all that's happening to her.

The flashback to Edwin's life at St. Hilarion's changes the video aspect (is that the proper term for that? It makes the screen square like in older films is what I mean.) Also he card for that flasback specifies "Edwardian England" even while having the date at the bottom. I don't know, it made me chuckle that they felt the need to clarify the era even while having the date there. They don't put "modern day England" for Crystal's flashback.

With the way the cat reacted to the sardine, I'm willing to bet he would have told Edwin everything without the binding spell if Edwin had a few more fish for him.

When they're talking behind the shop and Crystal says she gets angry, Charles looks down and takes a bit to respond. I think this is the first time he relates to her. The first time he can call that pull twards her something more than mere attraction. He has this very vulnerable look when she says it and then immediately shows her his parents and tells her something he's never told anyone before? This boy saw his anger in someone else and thought maybe it's fine for him to be angry too.

Is it a trick of the light in the scene where she meets Niko, or does Crystal have a septum piercing?

"If you're sticking around, you gotta let us in." Charles, I love you, but you are the last person who should be saying this. Specially after that sad look he gets when Crystal says it must be hard not being able to talk or hug his parents. You just agreed to what she said, as if that were the truth of why you check on them, what do you mean "you gotta let us in"? (I do get that they haven't known each other for long so he's not going to open up about all his trauma, but precisely because of that, it's wild for him to expect her to do it.)

I never noticed Charles quickly returning the mirror to normal when Edwin comes. I'd noticed the audio cue for the mirror changing back, but I never noticed Charles moving to do it and he looks so panicked about it.

Considering how Edwin is about touch, the fact that he lets Crystal take his hand when she tells the that the case matters is huge.

Why are they planning down at the shop when they have Crystal's room all to themselves? Besides the ambiance, of course. I think Jenny's reaction is completely justified.

Esther leaves her turntable on when she goes to the post office. Is it for Monty? The atmosphere? Did she just forget?

Not a new discovery, just a reminder of something I really like. There's this very specific editing thing (like the quick cuts between the instruments and then the opened lock, I don't know what to call it) that they do pretty much every time Charles picks a lock / opens a door, and it makes me very happy each time. The sound they use for it is perfection.

Edwin's attention to detail is insane. The fact that he can recall one cupboard is further forward than it was in the plans is really impressive.

Charles sounds so done when he throws the magic backpack. "Put her in the bag-of-tricks backpack." Man, I can hear the eye roll in that sentence. Good to know Edwin isn't the only bitchy one in this relationship.

And that's it for episode 1. I think I might do this for the others as well as I watch them. It was really fun to do, and it forces me to pay attention to the details, so I think it's worthwhile.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hey there! Can I request genshin men (preferably with baizhu, tighnari, alhaitham and any characters that you like ) walking in to there s/o (fem) cutting, feel free to delete this request if it is too much (they patch her up and comfort her), thank you and have a nice day<3 oh and sorry for the english it’s not my first language:(

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like the headcanons!

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Baizhu, Tighnari, Alhaitham x gn! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm. Nothing too graphic but it's there.

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The characters walk in on you cutting. How will they react and help out in their own unique way?

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Baizhu is probably the best person to be in this situation. Sure, no one wants to walk into this situation, but he’s got the medical knowledge and training to help get both of you through.

He’ll keep his voice calm, despite his racing pulse and talk you through putting down the blade of your own accord.

Once you’re out of immediate danger, he’ll begin bandaging your wounds, taking care to not cause you any more pain than you’ve already been through.

He’ll bundle you off to bed and bring you some snacks, drinks, and medicine to help you feel better. Then, depending on what you’d prefer, he’ll either sit with you in silence, talk to you quietly about nothing in particular, or listen as you tell him what’s been going on lately.

Baizhu is certainly more likely to keep a close eye on you for a while after that. He couldn’t take it if you were ever to cause yourself major harm and he wasn’t able to do anything about it.

Tighnari is a more tender version of Baizhu. While Baizhu can seem clinical in making sure you’re okay, Tighnari is going to do his best to support you physically and emotionally.

As soon as he walks in, he’s going to crouch down next to you and gently talk you through handing him the blade.

Once it’s been passed over and you’re out of immediate danger, he’s calling out to any rangers nearby to go and get some fresh supplies so he can bandage your wounds with only the best.

After your injuries have been taken care of, Tighnari is going to wrap his arms around you gently, as if you’re liable to break if he holds you too tight. He’ll curl his tail around you too for the extra comfort.

He might come off as sassy and, at times disinterested, but he cares deeply about you and couldn’t stand it if anything happened to you. He’ll be sure to do regular check-ins with you from now on, just to make sure you’re doing okay.

Out of everyone, Alhaitham is probably the least prepared for this situation. Sure, he’s intelligent, but that doesn’t mean he knows what to do when he walks in on something like this.

This is the closest you’ll ever see him come to panicking. He’ll likely take a hurried step forward as if to move the blade away from you before freezing, realising that that might do more harm than good.

Then, he’ll sit down on the floor, facing you. He’s not great with words so don’t expect him to say much but he’ll gently reach over and take the blade from you, before getting some bandages and patching you up.

Then, and only then, once he knows you’re in no imminent danger of passing out, will he wrap his arms around you and begin comforting you in the only way he can: listing off all of his favourite qualities of you.

You mean more to him than he can ever hope to express and the thought of losing you, especially by your own hand, makes him realise just how much he needs you in his life.

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[simpfordemetri]

The guards with a sleepy mate?? Would they be soft and gentle or would they be normal uhhh i need it so bad😚😚

Volturi guards X Sleepy Mate

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ALEC

He didnt expect himself to react like that just by the figure of you sleeping

But he did

He found himself totally in awe with you ,more than ever

And for the first time he didnt want your bite date to arrive

Even if the Volturi decided they could wait two more years to change you,in that moment he felt like two years werent enough,he needed more nights to feel this warm sensation that your sleep causes him

But he is not a creepy Eduardo Cullenardo(sorry)

He will actually sit next to you in bed,hand on your back caressing it softly and just enjoying your warm.

JANE

At first it was nothing special

A human sleeping,i mean yeah her human but it was sleeping,nothing surprising that humans do.

Until one day you had a really bad week and asked her to stayed with you while you napped for a bit as she was off dutty

What she didnt realise all this time is how relaxed she feels next to you,hearing your hearts beats and your slow breathing

And when out of nowhere you grabbed her hand while sleeping?

She had a brain stroke and she swear that not even possible to happen to vampires

She just concentrates on your breath and heartbeat while you sleep,and she feels nothing but a bit human

Adding that she also needs to at least hold your hand or your pinky while you sleep,she prefers that rather than cuddling tbh

DEMETRI

He becomes so so so soft

I mean he already becomes soft at the minimun thing you do because he is just so enamored by you

Like you could lift a finger and he will celebrate it tbh

He makes sure to be next to you whenever you sleep,it can be a simple nap or night time,he is there

And he is all over cuddling you,prefering to be the big spoon ans having his head resting on top of yours

Cause then he is able to kiss your forehead everynow and then

Now,if you mumble something or talk in your sleep he gets so excited cause can humans do that?

And the first time that happened he for sure thought you were awake and started to have a conversation with yoj until he realised you were talking in your sleep and got so confused

FELIX

Homeboy loves when you sleep because is a form of making sure that for a brief moment of the day you are calm

But he is afraid of getting into bed with you and cuddling you because he does not want to fuck up by even moving accidentally a bit and waking you up

He knows its facts that when humans are suddenly wake up we get really mad

And the last thing he wants is you screaming at him in the middle of the night (if its not because he is making you scream of an orgasm)

So he just stick to sit on the sopha next to the bed reading while you sleep

You know he is there and he knows you are sleeping well and no nightmares are happening so you both are content

However if you two have sexy segss the of course he will spend the night in the bed cuddling you,or if you ask him he will too

He is a gentleman i love him my pookie bear

HEIDI

Yes

Like i dont have anything mire to say but i must so here i go

Firstly she is all over buying matching pjs and wear them to bed as if she were going to sleep to

Actually she likes pretending she can sleep

She will like to be the little spoon and gets a bit sad when you get too comfy in your sleep that you turn around and stop cuddling her

The first times that happened she almost woke you up to ask you why did you do that

So she have to remind herself you are sleeping and she might as well be the big spoon now cause Heidi my love its your turn

Loves playing with your hair while you sleep and scratching your head

Hi pookies i tried to make the title a bit more cute do you all like it 🥹🥹

[noctiva]

hihi tiva

so I’ve been listening to as the world caves in like over and over this week idk why it’s just my jam this week, BUT

I was wondering if toby and his s/o (me. obvi.) did end up somehow live through an “end of the world” scenario do you think toby would go all loverboy on them, or would he be too shocked to process it and just go on with his life as normal.

NOW. I wanna clarify on that last part.

I feel like he can do this in two ways,

A. intentionally.

because you’re both going out in the most normal way possible. him sharpening his axes while you sit in the living room or something literally while they’re about to drop the bomb. or you both watching a movie cuddled up together pretending nothings wrong. It’s natural, it’s raw, there’s no meaning and yet so much at the same time.

B. Just spur of the moment, “this isn’t happening.”

It’s kinda the same thing, except he is internally panicking. existential dread as you both sit on the couch in your final moments, in complete and utter silent dread.

instead of giving you a tighter hold than usual, he just stares ahead, and you can practically hear his thoughts “it’s a false alarm, this isn’t happening. no way this is fucking happening right now.”

anyway.

HOLY SHIT I DID NOT MEAN TO WRITE THAT MUCH I done wrote the goddamn fic for you whoopsies

but my first (kind of) request! hip hip hooray!

-📱

OOH INTERESRING!! okay I think it would be kind of sort of a mixture of the two

I don’t know if you’ve ever seen the movie “don’t look up” but I think that the ending dinner scene would kind of sort of align with how Toby would react in a situation like this

if you haven’t seen it - brief rundown: comet is going to hit earth and wipe out humanity, there is literally nothing the cast can do at this point it’s inevitable and it’s happening in like 10 minutes. so what do they do? they sit down and have dinner, make small talk and say what they’re grateful for - acting almost as if it’s just another dinner. using this comfortable, familiar situation as a way to negate fear before they’re all completely wiped to smithereens. accepting it, and yet ignoring it all at the same time.

I think Toby would react quite similarly. mostly because he wouldn’t want you to leave this earth panicked and choking on your own tears. so, he’d be shitting his own pants internally, but he’d push it all down in the hopes of getting to have one last good moment with you.

he’ll cook dinner for you, letting you help out here and there and listening to all of your favourite songs while you do so. share one last meal with you, before retiring to the sofa to snuggle up and watch the last episode of that show you had been meaning to finish. his grip on you is tighter, and you can feel him tremble, but he won’t say a thing about it. he’ll just pull you in close, press kisses into your hair and tell you how grateful he is to have you. how lucky he was to have met you.

he’d tell you that he’s sorry he never got to marry you, that he would’ve if he could’ve. that there’s so many things he wishes he could’ve done for you

so, you’ll have to shut him up before he starts crying

preferably with a kiss