#theres love everywhere for those with eyes to see...

[kenmaiii]

commission for sillymarbs on twt 🧀 yumeshipping I am your number one fan forever ! ! !

[stevenrogered]

5x08 / 8x14

[rsenak]

OTP Vibes Game

hii its been a while but thank you so much for the tag @larkinna !! not sure where i was going but this got out of my hands (cant find proper screenshots of the two of them to save my life so. all drawings i guess)

no clue who has/hasnt done this soo tagging; @space-unicorn-dot, @cj-sin, @pugszler, @xerx, @flowersforthemachines, @sarenraegalpaladin, @rookinthecrownest, @eorzeanflowers, @issilya

Rules: Post some pictures of your OTP and their vibes, some info, and a song that fits their vibe. That's it.

OTP: rookanis / lucanis dellamorte/calien de riva (ive got to get them a ship name one of these days)

dynamic: strangers to friends to would-kill/die-for-each-other to lovers

fate: endgame or a tragedy ? (it can really go either way. or both.)

songs: pierce the veil – sambuka ; the divine zero ; bedless

(and many others but im trying to show restraint. trying)

vibes:

[loonangells]

half-maia Celebrian, princess of light and darkness.

[wtfaniii]

Saw this somewhere (can't remember where) and I'm DESPERATE to see your take on this. So Inho watches over the games bla bla bla but then suddenly he sees a familiar face of a girl he hooked up with once and so he convinces himself he's joining just for Gi-hun but in reality he wants to meet her again because he was lole dead set on making her wife number two after that night. Then theres this one time where they're eating together and she gives Jun-hee her food and denying she's hungry but then Young-il gives her his. Just ackkkkk praying you'll notice this one😓😓

Sorry for the delay but here is your order 😸

Old Love

Summary: You and In-ho had a fleeting but intense teenage romance, due to fate you separated and once again he had you in front of him making him awaken feelings buried deep in his heart.

Warning: some drama and just some Disney-style cheesiness LOL

Hwang In-ho (Young-il) x fem reader

—I promise to love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.

—You're too cheesy, ¿you know? —You said amused but blushing as In-ho scattered kisses all over your face.

—I know, and that's how you love me —He responded by taking your face to bring you closer to his lips and kiss you intensely.

He kissed you so hard that he pushed you back and the two of fell on backs onto the grass, your school uniforms were covered in dirt and the judging glances of some adults were present but you didn't care, when you were together the rest around you didn't exist.

—I have to go home or dad will kill me —You said with a laugh as you stood up and shook your skirt.

Your father wasn't the best man in the world, he was an alcoholic and usually spent all his money on that but your innocent and trusting heart still appreciated him, that was something that In-ho hated and loved at the same time, your heart was always more influenced than your brain so you refused to see the evil in some people.

So he spoke without thinking.

—You should stay with me tonight, mom will make samgyeopsal for dinner.

He didn't want you to go back home, at this time of the evening your father was already very drunk and you would be burdened with some chores, he hoped that tonight would be different for you.

You smiled and even though you knew it wouldn't be the best decision, you agreed to go with him to his house.

[...]

His eyes stopped on the screen and the glass of liquor stayed centimeters from his lips when he saw your face among those players.

It was impossible.

It had been thirty-seven years since he last saw you and yet there you were, with your hair disheveled, an anguished look and blood splattered on your face but to him you were still as beautiful as before.

He got up from his couch and left his room to go to the control center, he didn't want you to get shot for moving, he didn't want you to die now that he had seen your face again after so many years.

But maybe seeing you through a screen trying to survive would be torture, and him chances of protecting you would be limited.

Then he thought...

He also had to keep an eye on Gi-hun, he had to analyze every movement and thought of his enemy and the best way to do it was to infiltrate those games, to be one more among those people.

If he participated, he could protect you better and keep an eye on Gi-hun, two birds with one stone, but there was a slight problem, you knew him, that would put his identity at risk with the others, that would be a crime.

But it would also be a crime to let you die in there.

Of course, neglecting Gi-hun would also be very bad.

After a few seconds of thinking about this plan he finally made a decision, left his second in command, put on the green uniform with the number 001 and entered that arena when everyone was returning to the huge room.

He first observed you from a short distance, seeing you team up with Gi-hun and Player 390, you were sociable, just as he remembered, you were always very kind to others that's why you had friends everywhere.

But if you had as many friends as he thought, ¿how did you end up here?

After the vote In-ho approached you, when you saw him you didn't recognize right away, something that made it easier for him for lie about his name but after a few minutes sitting next to you while Jung-bae and Dae-ho talked about the navy excitedly he heard a soft squeal from you, seeing you he saw your surprised expression.

It took you a while to recognize him, he had changed a little after so many years, he was now more handsome but his eyes were the same, his gaze and attention to what surrounded him was still there.

—In-ho... —You murmured, still unable to believe it.

Luckily for him, he was the only one who heard your words, he made a sign to you to move away from the group so he could talk to you.

When him hand touched yours it was like feeling an electric current run through your body, your skin prickled and your breath caught in the throat.

[...]

—¿Are you sure? If you want me to stop, just tell me.

You smiled and kissed him cheek, it was nighttime, In-ho had sneaked into your bedroom through your window and now the two of were under the sheets trying to take a big step in the relationship.

—I'm sure, I want to do it... —You murmured, leaving another short kiss on him lips.

He was on top of you wearing only underwear and just as nervous as you, for both of it was the first time and you had no idea what were going to do but he would try to make it special and unforgettable, he wanted to make you feel loved and adored and that's what he was going to do.

Everything was going great in the relationship, went to school together, came home together, sometimes you went with him to his house to spend time with his family and at night he came into your room to love you body and soul.

[...]

—¿Why did you lie about your name? —You asked once if the two of were separated from the others

—It's hard to explain ¿but what are you doing here? I thought you lived in Canada.

He was full of questions and memories that overwhelmed him, as well as those butterflies in his stomach that he felt when was with you just like before.

You twisted lips as remembered that, you moved to Canada on a scholarship but due to your breakup with In-ho you were emotionally vulnerable, you got involved with people who didn't contribute to your life and they led you to the places are you now.

In-ho noticed your silence and knew that things hadn't worked out well for you since the last time you saw each other.

He just hugged you and you immediately responded. It was like a dream to be in him arms again, to smell him scent and feel him warmth.

—I didn't think I'd see you again... —You told him sincerely, your heart still belonged to him since you were sixteen.

—I'm not going to let you go this time...

It was a promise, he wasn't willing to let you go again like years ago, this time he would make sure to stay with you no matter the obstacles.

During his stay there he stayed close at all times, watching as you tried to be nice to the other players and managed to ally yourself with other sides, including one that included a pregnant woman named Jun-hee.

You were quite compassionate and kind despite the circumstances, you were still the same or so you seemed but he knew you well enough to lean towards the second option.

He didn't know what you had been through in that foreign country, In-ho just wanted to heal your wounds, take care of you and provide for you as he once promised in his teenage years.

—Take my food —You said to Jun-hee taking her hand to make her hold the small can —You need it more than I do.

Embarrassed and grateful Jun-hee took the food and smiled at you, when you returned with the rest In-ho handed you his food.

—Oh no I couldn't —You said, denying flatly, you didn't want to leave him without eating.

—Please eat it or your mood won't be as nice if you have an empty stomach.

He really knew you like the back of his hand.

In-ho always put your needs above his own, he was a gentleman to you and that would never change.

Even the last time you saw him, when you said goodbye at the airport, he was more concerned about your feelings than his own pain, he showered you with nice words and promises that were never fulfilled.

He was capable of anything for you but in those years of youth he had limited possibilities.

Not currently, that's why he didn't hesitate for a second to kill the player who was with you in the room during the Mingle game, the guards wouldn't kill you, nor him but he wasn't ready to give you explanations yet, he didn't want that side of him to come out with you yet.

However, your reaction to seeing him kill was something that felt like a pressure on his chest.

[...]

It was a weekend afternoon, you and In-ho were walking around a fair eating cotton candy and popcorn while looking for a mechanical game to test.

The roller coaster and carousel were fun but now you were looking for something more interesting.

—¿What would you prefer? Let the aliens take me ¿or offer someone else in my place?

—The aliens wouldn't take you, there's nothing in your brain that they find interesting — You joked amused.

He put a hand to his chest, dramatically indignant.

—You're cruel, but maybe you're right —He said with a soft smile as he held your hand again and kissed your cheek—But I would prevent the aliens from taking you.

—¿And who would you offer in my place? —You asked curiously.

—Oh I don't know... maybe-...

—My dad.

—¡Yes! ¡Your dad! —In-ho laughed at his own response, but felt you pushing him through the crowd to the opposite side of where they were walking.

He was about to ask what going on when he saw you arguing with your father, the man looked at him angrily as he tried to push you away to get to him.

You knew that your father wouldn't allow you to have a boyfriend, he used to call you "slut" just for seeing you talking to a boy and now that he had seen you so affectionate and happy with In-ho he was more than furious.

In-ho wasn't going to run away even if you asked him to, he wasn't afraid of getting hit if that meant defending your honor and dignity, so when you saw him get up and stand between you and your father, you felt like your heart had stopped in your chest.

You did everything to separate them, In-ho was at a disadvantage compared to your father, the man was big and rough, definitely your dear boyfriend took the brunt of his fury.

After minutes that seemed like hours, the police arrived at the scene and arrested your father and In-ho was taken to the hospital with a black eye, a broken leg and a split lip.

—I'm so sorry...

In-ho's heart hurt more than his physical wounds, seeing you cry and worried about him was unbearable and he didn't want you to go through that kind of violence again.

—Run away with me —He said seriously while sitting on the edge of the bed, the two of them waiting for him mother to arrive —I have worked and I have enough money to get away from here on the next train.

You looked at him in silence, you knew he wasn't joking but you couldn't leave, you had nothing to lose but he did, he had a family that loved him, a younger brother on the way and friends at school, you weren't going to drag him with you into your world full of worries and problems.

—I love you In-ho... —You murmured, leaving a kiss on the corner of him lips —But...

—But you don't want to leave... —he deduced when didn't get a concise answer.

Loving sometimes means letting go, he made you happy but you weren't the best for him, or at least that's what you thought.

Life had been so bad to you since you were little that and believed that happiness was not for you, you were not worthy of what In-ho gave you.

After that day you started to drift apart, In-ho wouldn't drop you off at your house after school and you didn't go to him house to eat anymore, the nights became lonely and little by little your relationship was ending.

Until two weeks later they offered you a scholarship that you accepted without hesitation only to walk away permanently.

In-ho didn't know until the day of your departure only because his mother told him, he practically ran to the airport and managed to say goodbye to you.

There were no words, just silent glances and a short hug before you got on the plane.

He let you go but he didn't stop loving you

[...]

—You killed that man —You said, still unable to fully process how this man you loved so much could stain his blood so easily.

Yes, this was a win or die competition but you didn't think In-ho was capable of going to such lengths to survive, plus you had the feeling he was hiding something from you, he didn't want to tell his real name and he was lying about some things.

—Yes ¿and? It was him or us —He replied, stopping his walk back to the room with the other players to turn to look at you.

He didn't want to have to give you explanations now, just wanted you to stay with him without asking the reason why he did things.

In-ho wanted you to trust him blindly again, just as he trusted you completely.

He extended a hand towards you without taking his eyes off yours.

—Stay with me this time.

You only hesitated for a few seconds.

—¿Do you remember what I promised you when I asked you to be my girlfriend? —You nodded silently, you remembered everything perfectly, ¿how could you forget? Any man who was with you after In-ho didn't fill that void in your heart.

—I still love you, I have since saw you and that's not going to change, stay with me this time.

The intense love they had was still there, it was a small flame that only needed firewood to regain the strength it had.

You took him hand and he smiled sincerely with love, as long as you were together the rest of the world was no problem.

—This time I'm not going anywhere without you —You said quietly just so he could hear but with certainty.

"I love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow" For him these words were real when were about you.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

YOUR HEART WAS GLASS, I DROPPED IT ❆

katsuki bakugou x reader

on a cold winter night, you open the door for your warm, ex boyfriend katsuki.

part 2/2. i’m sorry tumblrs not letting me link anything atm :(

inspired by champagne problems

katsuki booked his flight home at night for a reason.

it was dark, meaning no one really would be out. he wanted to be alone and sit there in his hurt. he wasn’t sure what he hated more- the bustling crowds or silent sleepers. both of them had a clear absence of you.

the winter chill seeps into his bones as he waits outside your door. after the phone hangs up, we anxiously wonders if you’ll even answer it. its -26°, and he can only imagine your bundled up in there. its the place he left you standing before hoping on a plane and abandoning what he had with you.

he’s about to turn away, before he hears your voice. “get in here, it’s freezing.”

he immediately obliges, stepping into the familiar space. crimson eyes stare at you, noticing your different appearance. you’ve cut your hair and pierced your ears. theres an ache in his chest seeing you for the first time again. suddenly the apartment began to feel much warmer.

��your hair. its… shorter.” he awkwardly mutters like a teenage boy asking you to a dance.

“uh, yeah. i wanted a change.” you chuckle, no less uncomfortable than him.

he wants to take your hand, but he’s scared he’ll drop it again. your place was cozy, yet crestfallen. he remembered you told him you never particularly enjoyed living alone. you lead him to the living room. there, he sees your cats cuddling, slightly jealous of the companionship they share.

its here he notices that its still chilly, albeit not as cold as outside. he quickly clutches his hands around the warm cup of tea you bring him, taking in the mundane sounds of your apartment. leftovers on the stove, the dripping of the sink, and the soft snores of your feline companions.

“sorry, my heaters still broken.” you apologetically quip, sitting down next to him on the couch. katsuki mentally facepalms himself for that. he said he’d fix it for you before he left.

“yeah. guess i forgot about that.” he says, barely looking you in the eye. if he was gonna break up with you, leave you stranded and hop on a flight out of the country, you think the least he could do is make sure you stayed warm- but no.

“why didn’t you get it fixed yourself?” he asks, his usual gruff voice replaced by a particular softness for you.

you just shrug. “i don’t know. i never got around to it. winter came early.”

the both of you remember when you first got together. he told his family for a reason. he was so excited, saying he found the one. a few months later, no one was celebrating.

love slipped beyond his reaches the day he began doubting himself. he wasn’t good enough for you. becoming the #1 hero in his country only made him wonder more about his worth. he could barely give a reason towards the break up, instead spewing out that he needed to think things through instead.

“..how was your trip?” you break the silence, though you know the answer. his trip was great. the media wouldn’t shut up about it. about his parties and award shows, about the lives he saved and the talents he has. they particularly the people, more so the girls he was with. though you decided not to bring that part up.

he paused for a moment. he knew you would say something about it soon. he was being watched and photographed everywhere he went, which included a few girls who got some videos and pictures with him.

“it was exhausting, more than fun. you know all those girls only care about publicity and attention, none of it was real.” he sighs, taking a sip of his tea.

“i didn’t bring up girls.” you’re quick to remind him. though its nice how he’s so quick to assure any doubts you may have. “but… yeah. i figured as much.”

“you know nothing happened between me and anyone you saw, right?” he asks in a tone that makes it sound like it should be obvious- but its not. katsuki could have went home with someone else, done illicit drugs, drank and had unprotected sex, and it wouldn’t be any of your business.

“it… wouldn’t matter anymore if you did. we broke up before you left, remember?” you say.

theres nothing with katsuki’s memory. he thinks about that break up every damn night.

“um.. least you had kirishima with you.” you quip, just trying to lighten the mood. you get a genuine smile out of the blonde.

“yeah. shitty hair was annoying, as usual.” he chuckles fondly. only best friends can refer to each other like that.

shitty hair was also the guy that kept katsuki from doing something, or rather someone, he might regret. he knows his best friend and he knows where his feelings lie.

katsuki was midas. everything he touched turned to gold. and people adored him for it, revelling in the fame and fortune. but with that superpower comes consequences. not everything should b shiny and gold. sure, his midas touch on the chevy door looked beautiful, but you two could never actually drive it. your relationship shimmered and glistened, but it never went anywhere.

but for a moment, things were good. you’d laugh and smile with your group of friends- though after the breakup you believed you’d never say that word again. now, those friends have the nerve to deck the halls that katsuki once loved you in.

he never was ready, so you watched him go. neither of you just didn’t know the answer, even after begging him to stay on your knees.

you would have made such a lovely bride. what a shamed he’s fucked in the head. even though to him you were the real thing.

he still has your picture in his wallet. he wants to your hold hand dancing, and never leave you like he did ever again.

“…what happened to us, anyway?” he dares to ask, his whisper speaking volumes in the silence. he knows the answer. he knows why he did what he did. but you suppose he wants to know what you think.

“one moment you love me, and your promising to fix my heater… next thing i know, you’ve gotta think things through. and then you’re on a plane to los angeles.”

he flinches at that. kind of a dick move on his part, not explaining things and immediately fleeing the country afterwards. to be fair, it was a pr trip he had planned months before, but if that wasn’t the case he’d still book a spontaneous trip to alberta or somewhere, like the coward he is.

he feels the most guilt when you bring up the heater he said he’d fix. it wasn’t the only thing he promised you. he swore you’d always be loved, that you’d never be alone, and yet he couldn’t even give you a god damn warm apartment for the winter.

“i did love you.” he attempts to correct you, though you focus only on one word.

“did?” you ask, hesitantly.

he pauses again, realizing his slip up.

“…i do love you.”

you shake your head silently, eyes welling up with tears. one falls into your cup of tea. “don’t… don’t say that just to make me feel better, kats.”

but he’s not. he’s saying it because he means it. he’s saying it because he’s kept his mothers ring in his pocket, preparing for the moment he’ll make it your ring.

at this point, he can tell the cold is getting to you. your shaking slightly, your loose sweater respectfully doing nothing to shield you from the winter air. a broken heater neglected by a shitty ex-boyfriend is enough cold.

“you’re cold?” he asks. “no, i’m warm.” you answer sarcastically. its his fault for asking.

he debates on it for a moment. normally, he wouldn’t think twice before pulling you into his embrace. but now, he worries. he wonders if thats even what you want. his quirk keeps him warm enough, but you don’t have that. seeing your reaction to the bitter winter air pushes him to a decision.

“c’mere.”

maybe its the cold, the ache in your heart missing him, or some combination of both, but you don’t think twice before shuffling over to him on the couch as he wraps his arms around you. your head lays against his chest, listening to the rise and fall of his heartbeat and the warmth of his embrace.

god, he missed this. even the warmth of LA didn’t compare to holding you on a chilled night.

“you’re the worst.” you whisper, obviously still angry and heartbroken, yet still in his embrace. “i love you.”

those words feel like a confession. he takes it, both the proclamation of his faults and the admission that you still love him. both are true.

“i love you too, dumbass.” he says. “and i’m not just saying that.”

you perk your head up slightly, finally asking the million-dollar question: “..then why’d you break things off?”

he looks at you. he knows exactly why. but he’s not sure if he can break it to you yet. ultimately, he decides you deserve the truth.

with a sigh, he finally speaks. “i… i don’t know. i thought it would be better for you. i thought you’d be happier without me dragging you down, babe.”

you look into his red eyes and determine that he is, in fact, telling the truth- despite how fabricated it sounds. katsuki bakugou, the incredible #1 hero who was the best of the best, thought he wasn’t good enough?

yeah, thats exactly the case. because even through his heroic outside, katsuki wondered if you deserved more. or better.

he sees the confusion in your eyes and decided to explain his thoughts further. “i thought you’d be better off without me, with someone else. i thought you’d find someone better than me who didn’t have such a shitty personality, someone who you’d be better with.”

you shake your head, making sure he hears you. “i know you’ve been doubting yourself since you became #1… wondering if you’re good enough or not, but… i thought you’d at least know you’re good enough for me.”

its crazy to him how easy it was for his fears to die down if he had just talked to you in the first place. he’s learned his lesson.

so he nods, pressing a kiss and an “i’m sorry” to your forehead. you continue talking to him.

“you’re shitty, and you’re kind of an asshole.” you chuckle. “you’re also really sweet when it counts. you remember things about me. you fix things, i guess except for my heater… you’re good to me. you try. you try harder with me than with anything else in your life.”

he couldn’t help but smile a little at the truth in your words. even counting his time in UA, his relentless training to become a hero, katsuki tried the hardest to become better for you. “yeah. you make me wanna change.”

he presses his forehead to yours, just relishing in the newfound warmth. he’s happy, content.

“lets call it even.” you whisper, fingers intertwining with his. “i didn’t think i was good enough for you either.”

he almost scoffs at that. “you’re an idiot for thinkin’ that.”

you roll your eyes. “so are you.”

tags! 🫧

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[bueckersverse]

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐛 .ᐟ ミ★

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𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"shit, shit, shit!" i said out loud as my gloved hands reached for the bowl of hair dye about to fall of my sink. as i reach for the hair dye falling off my sink, i forgot about the brush im using to actually apply the hair dye, was now tumbling down my hair onto my floor.

"shit!" i said once again, this time it was loud enough to disrupt the peace in my apartment as paige came walking into my restroom her headset around her neck confused in what all the commotion was.

i picked up the brush from the floor and i looked at her, she was in grey sweatpants with a uconn hoodie, a low slicked back bun, and to top it all off her glasses.

"what are you yelling abo-" her sentence got cut short as she saw for herself what i was yelling about.

there was hair dye everywhere. on the sink, the floor, the wall, and somehow the ceiling—don't ask.

she stifled a laugh though this was not a laughing matter. well for me at least. my arms hurt like a bitch, my back was aching and i was only half way done.

i sigh turning to her. "can you help me?" my gloved hands nudging the box of gloves towards her as she smiled and walked inside the bathroom grabbing them.

"yeah looks like you need it—i mean come on the ceiling how did that happen?" she jokingly said though, i knew some part of her was genuinely wondering how the hell i got hair dye on the ceiling.

i do not know either.

once her hands had gloves on them she took the brush i was using to apply the dye out of my hands and dipped it into the dye before walking behind me to my sectioned hair and got to work.

"how is your hair so healthy but you're always dying it?" she asked curiously as she applied the brush to my hair.

"good question, i don't know either." i sighed as i applied hair dye to the front pieces of my hair. i love having my hair this color, but i hate the process of dying it this color.

i looked at paige through the mirror as i ran my hands through my hair.

"what?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"nothing—im just wondering how you even still have hair from how long you've been dying it... well—from the looks of it if you keep doing those tight ass braids for game days you're not gonna have as much hair as you do right now." a smile grew on my face as i spoke poking fun at her.

she scoffed dramatically rolling her eyes. "and here i was thinking you were staring cause you thought i was pretty or something—turns out you're just thinking of new ways to make fun of me."

"whatever you love me anyway" i smiled turning my head around to plant a kiss on her cheek.

she sighed with a small smile as i kissed her cheek. "yeah whatever you're right."

i let out a small laugh as we continued working through my thick hair to get all of it coated.

by the end we were both exhausted and in definite need of a nap, but neither of us complained about it. i knew theres no one i'd rather do all of this kind of stuff with than her.

i rinsed out my hair after about thirty minutes and my hair was back to being the vibrant color we both love. i changed into my pajamas immediately climbing into my bed next to her.

as i laid down she turned to look at me her tone jokingly as she spoke, "i'm never helping you again im gonna be seeing your hair dye in my nightmares."

to which i responded by nudging her while getting comfortable. "shut up you know you'll be right there to help me again next time."

"you're right" i heard her say as she placed a kiss on the side of my head before getting comfortable.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - @lalaluna20 @uwupaige @jadasogay @itzzzzzzyyyyydaaaaa

𝐚/𝐧 - 𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐲 𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫

[luvtak]

mr. sandman, bring me a dream

✧ pairing 7 dream x reader

✧ genre/tw fluff fluffy fluff fluff, what i think dating them would be like <3 an embarrassing amount of run-on sentences i'm sure.... the dreamies being the most perfect boyfriends to exist, mostly unedited

✧ w/c 2293 (about 300 words each!!)

✧ a/n back to my roots writing for nct... also,,, not the dreamies being my ult group but my last group to do these headcanons for :/ i have so much fun writing these little ideas and dreams about them let me know if you want more!

MARK truly the definition of wrapped around your finger… tells everyone about you every day of his life. Smiles at everything you say and calls you the cutest names. Makes sure everyone knows that you’re taken for life–no ifs about it. Tells you about his whole day, down to the most unimportant details. Kisses you all around your face and gets red seeing you so flustered. Constantly saying the worst pickup lines. Always always makes time for you even with his busy schedule. Talks to your family on the phone and becomes best friends with your siblings. Lets you win during video games and pretends that you’re just so much better than him. Never comes empty-handed–if you invite him over he’s bringing some sort of present he can’t help it. Wraps you up in at least three layers when it looks a little cold outside. Starts bringing up ideas for a Halloween couple’s costume in January. Celebrates your birthdays and accomplishments like his own. Holds you close to him in any moment of rest, the members are around? He’s only bringing you in closer. I’m sorry to say this, but he is definitely one of those people who refer to you as a “we”... “we watched that movie last week!” or “sorry, we can’t come, we have plans.” Would never even think about fighting with you and when it can’t be avoided, he is always the first to apologize. Walks around draped over you, his neck falling onto your shoulder and clumsily shuffling you along. Steals your phone to take silly pictures of himself, and you end up having 500 selfies of Mark making the same five kissy faces. Fixes your clothes/jewelry/hair as the day takes its toll. Kisses your wrist whenever you hold hands. Lovely and forever committed to giving you the sweetest existence possible.

RENJUN  My angel boy<3 would be the most loving boyfriend if you’re able to get past him giving you sm attitude. Lovingly scolds you 24/7 365. Pouts if you don’t say you love him back or forget to kiss him before you leave. Steals your sweaters and jewelry. Makes you laugh so hard you cry, then kisses the tears away. Has the worst case of cute aggression when he see’s you like he can’t help but take a bite out of you. Whenever you ask him to do something he’ll roll his eyes and scoff but still gets up to do it anyway. Says your name so sweetly and with so much love it could be a term of endearment. Sings to you when you’re sad. Holds you so tight when you sleep, like he could absorb you into his own skin. Carries a picture of you in his wallet everywhere he goes. Gets genuinely annoyed when other people know something about you that he didn’t–wants to know everything, especially the embarrassing stuff. Acts of service king, does things for you and expects nothing but a kiss in return. Gives you the first bite of his food. Forehead kisses 100% of the time. Extremely tenderhearted, wants to be loved and love in return with nothing holding him back. Knows your schedule down to a T. Shakes his head at every joke you tell, but still grants you a laugh. Kisses you slowly and earnestly even if theres people around. Drops the most earth-shattering confessions of love at random moments and just expects you to move on. Matching accessories are a must!! And he will be ready to break up if your forget it one day (we have seen how he is with the dreamies friendship rings). Wraps himself completely around you when no one is around, and stays that way until one of you has to get up. Loves completely and wholeheartedly and is a perfect perfect boy. 

JENO Shy and perpetually flustered, cannot believe he got you fr. Alternates between the cockiest boy you’ve ever met and the most oblivious creature around. Is so in awe of you, cannot get over you choosing him. A big baby of a boyfriend. Body slouched over yours at all times. Tells everyone it isn’t obvious how unbelievably whipped he is for you than giggles when you call him a pet name. Loves when you fawn over him lol, would feel so good about himself when you laugh at his jokes or wear an outfit because he said you looked pretty in it. Definitely the kind of boy who gets you a necklace with his initials on it. Is somehow even more smiley when you’re around. His love language is 100% acts of service–helping you with chores and making dinner, he desperately wants to wash your hair and help take your makeup off. Always takes you home himself and makes you call him before you go to bed. Kisses you all over when you’re sad and squeezes you so tight you can’t breathe. Puts his lips right over your ear and whispers so you can hear him in loud places, sometimes telling terrible jokes to see you laugh. Constantly on the phone with you–will get yelled at by his members and staff to focus on his schedule. Takes you on long drives and lets you have the aux the whole time, smiles even when he hates the song.  Snuggles up to you and has you in an iron grip all night; wakes up periodically to tell you to stop wiggling. Literally a broken record of “oh my s/o would like this!” and “you would never believe what my s/o told me…” Tucks you into his sweater when you’re cold and always carries extra clothes because he knows you’ll forget. Could never hide his feelings for you, it’s written all over–hairbands and your favorite snacks in his cabinets. Is so so so in love with you, and would never even think about being embarrassed of it. <3

HAECHAN Sweet as cherry pie. Silly and charming and the kindest boy you know. Lives his life attached to you, hands on your hips and kisses pressed everywhere he can reach. Never goes a day without telling you he loves you in the most sickeningly sweet ways possible. Listens to every word you say, goes as far as telling other people to be quiet so he can hear you better. Serenades you with the most obnoxious renditions of love songs and coos when you make faces at him. Teases you endlessly–tickles and jokes and ridiculous nicknames, but would never let anyone else make a joke at your expense. Sleeps fully on top of you, head pressed under your chin and hands slipped under your sleep shirt. Celebrates you and your relationship with all of him, always the loudest voice singing happy birthday and the prettiest flowers congratulating you for an achievement at work or school. Speaks to you so softly and with so much compassion you almost get whiplash when you see him around the dreamies. Brings home sweet treats and little keepsakes from his day out. Will watch a movie or listen to a new song and note all the parts you’d like so he can play it for you later and speak to you about it. Unbelievably protective, not in a toxic way, but he wants so much to be able to take care of you and keep you safe–hand pressed on your back while you walk through crowds, and his hand protecting you from hitting your head as you get in the car. Has lists of important days in his notes app, cataloging gifts he could get you and your order at all your favorite restaurants. The perfect silly boyfriend, caring and lovely and everything you need

JAEMIN Marry this man. Has been committed and steadfast in his dedication to you since you met. Extremely serious when it comes to your heart and your feelings. The first to say I love you or to apologize after a fight–would never raise his voice at you or say things he didn’t mean. Is always feeding you, either a complete meal that took him an hour to make or the most perfect bowl of ramyeon you’ve ever had. Constantly sending you pictures of the cats. LOVES pda–kisses you in front of everyone and laughs when they groan, cuddles with you on the practice room couch, and rolls his eyes when the dreamies gag. Always kisses you with soft hands on your cheeks and the prettiest smile. Buys you a keepsake from everywhere they go on tour and gives it to you in a huge suitcase and will not feel ashamed in the slightest. Somehow finds out how to bring you up in every conversation, “oh they really like this song” or “thats actually their favorite movie you know…” you would truly never have to worry about anything with this man, he’s gonna take care of everything, a future airport dad if i’ve ever seen one. Sends tiktoks of cute animals and pouts if you don’t like them right away. Buys you silly sweatshirts and phonecases and demands you wear them proudly as a symbol of his everlasting love. Out of all of the boys, I feel like he is the most likely to give you a promise ring, and in my heart, I know he would have his name engraved on the inside–a quiet confession only the two of you know about. Sleeps directly on top of you, I just know it… holds onto you in every crowd. So many conversations between little kisses and I love yous. Always carries your things, whether it be a bag or shoes that got too uncomfortable his hands are open and ready whenever you need them. The most perfect boy in the world, and whose surprised? 

CHENLE truly your best friend in the entire world, f2l in its entirety… would roast you every minute of every day but if anyone else even dared he is shutting that shit down right away. His arm has a permanent residence on your waist. Giggles at you when you’re annoyed at him but apologizes anyway. Makes you watch him play basketball at 11 pm and laughs when you say you're cold and sleepy, but takes you home right away. Will kiss you in front of anyone–loves it when you get all shy and flustered. Always trying to give you expensive presents and rolling his eyes when you tell him to reign it in. dog dates with Daegal!!! Talks about you so causally that the dreamies didn’t realize you were his girlfriend until he kissed you goodbye, and they were all so dumbfounded. Will watch anything if you like it and will tell you it sucked with a smile on his face before kissing you as an apology. Huge bouquets for any anniversary or birthday. Wraps his arms around you and rocks you around, whispering sweet words that he’d deny if you told anyone about. Stares at you 24/7 and gives you his 100-watt smile. Goes out of his way to help you–buys your groceries, helps wash your hair, picks you up, and takes you wherever you need to go–but always denies it. Begs you to wear his clothes, bonus points if it’s something that has his name on it, or some nct merch. Has an iron grip on your hand at any given point and giggles when you try to get free. Will listen to literally anything you tell him. Smiles into kisses and sighs when you pull away. Is so domestic and lovely in everything he does, even if sometimes he is the biggest menace. 

JISUNG so so so shy, truly does not know how to have a s/o in public lmao. When you’re alone he’s the cutest most confident boy in the world but as soon as there is another person around he does not know you. He makes it obvious that it's just because he’s awkward, but sometimes you definitely do have to tell him to stop being a weirdo and to hold your hand. Constantly makes fun of people with you and is always ready to hear some hot goss. Is always listening to you–even if everyone in the room is talking over you, he will be looking at you with his full attention and urging you to go on. Laughs at everything you say even if it's not funny. Kisses your cheek every morning first thing, and thinks you look so cute cuddled up into the covers. Piggy-backs you everywhere: you drank a little too much or it's too early… up you go! You being comfortable and happy is his priority in any situation, and if anyone including himself is disrupting that he is dealing with it immediately. Whether that means complaining to one of hyungs to help him or going straight to the source of the issue, he’s going to try and help you, even if it’s not like him to speak up for himself–you’re the most important thing to him. Tries to teach you nct dances and gets unbearable secondhand embarrassment when he sees you mess up. Almost exposes your relationship once a month. Is wrapped around you every single moment you’re alone, even if it’s just for a second–someone leaves the room? Jisung is suddenly fully enveloping you. Thinks pda is so embarrassing but would try so hard to be more openly affectionate with you. Blushes to his roots when you sweet talk him no matter how long you’ve been together. Kisses your hands when it’s cold outside and wouldn’t even think about giving you anything of his if you needed it. The sweetest, shyest boy, and so wonderful–loving him and being loved in return would be the loveliest gift.

© LUVTAK

[ushkoo]

hmm.. movie night headcanons perhaps?

TF2 MERCS HAVING A MOVIE NIGHT! 🍿🎞️

Scout:

Scout would definitely be the one to pick the movie! He’d probably either choose something action based or a romance movie depending on who he’s with. If Spy’s there, theres no way he’s choosing a romance movie, he doesn’t need Spy yapping in his ear about how he’ll never find a woman to love. I think he’s also quite jumpy and his popcorn goes flying a lot. During romance movies, he definitely tears up a bit, especially if it’s a forbidden love story (he’s a total sucker for that trope). He’d be embarrassed if anyone noticed, he totally just had something in his eye!

Soldier:

Soldier’s favourite movies are old war tapes but nobody else on the team wants to watch them, so he settles for whatever action movie Scout picks, which will annoy him a little. He’ll sit there in silence for most of the movie, arms crossed. If he thinks the movie is particularly bad, he’ll try and shout orders at the actors through the screen then get angry when it doesn’t work. I feel like he is an absolute FEIND for popcorn. He’ll start with taking a small handful from someone else’s bucket, they’ll look down, all the popcorn is gone. He won’t even deny that it was him.

Pyro:

Pyro wouldn’t want to watch an action movie, they get bored of those too easily. Instead, they’ll have their own movie night in their room, which would probably be either a Disney movie or a slasher, no in between. Whichever it is, they’re happy watching it alone, contently eating their sweet and salty popcorn. They might get lonely after a while and peep their head out to see what the others are doing, but they get bored and go back to their own movie. Pyro definitely rewatches movies a lot, they like the predictably, it stops them from worrying about what will happen next. They’d eventually fall asleep after a couple of movies and spill popcorn everywhere.

Demo:

Surprisingly, I think Demo would only be interested in watching a romance movie. He sees enough death and explosions on the battlefield, it’s nice to see something sweet and wholesome for once! He might tease Scout for picking it but not too much! He probably wouldn’t eat popcorn, he’d just drink whatever alcohol was on offer. After getting drunk enough, Demos in tears and crying rather loudly whilst watching the movie, prompting the others to yell at him or even make him leave. He cannot handle any kind of sad event in a movie, especially when theres no happy ending. Do NOT let him watch The Green Mile.

Heavy:

Heavy is definitely the one helping organise it all. He reviews whatever movie Scout picks, makes all the popcorn, checks in on Pyro, he wants everyone to have a nice evening! I don’t think he has a specific movie genre preference, he just likes a good plot. He would stay away from anything overly gory or violent, though. He is not a fan of unnecessary violence, even if it’s a movie. But overall, his main priority is making sure everyone is happy and enjoying themselves! He helps Demo to his room when he gets too drunk and checks up on him a few times as well.

Engineer:

Engie will watch pretty much anything! He might have a slight preference for darker movies, but anything works for him. He’ll just grab a beer and watch the movie if it’s entertaining enough. He might even fall asleep halfway through. He is DEFINITELY the type to be annoying and point out when things aren’t realistic, though </3. “that gun would have more recoil.” “The explosion would be bigger.” Stop talking Engie <3.

Medic:

We already know that he’s picking some gore filled horror movie. We know he’s fantasising about the killer. He doesn’t know if he wants to be them or be with them. Medic would be happily eating his salty popcorn whilst watching someone beg for their life on the TV. He would find any other movie boring, he would even disapprove of Scouts choices, its horror or nothing. Would definitely sit and complain if he was forced to watch anything else.

Sniper:

Sniper avoids taking part in movie nights whenever possible, he just considers them a waste of time. He MIGHT stick around if the movie gets interesting fast, he doesn’t like slow paced movies. He’ll probably just watch whatever Scout chooses, he really can’t be bothered to decide on his own. If it gets good, he may steal someone else’s popcorn, probably Scouts.

Spy:

Similarly to Sniper, Spy considers movie nights to be a waste of time. If he wanted to hang out with a group of unstable, sexually ambiguous men, he would, but he doesn’t want to. He was guilt tripped into attending by Engie, who has been trying to get him to bond with Scout a bit more. He’ll watch whatever Scout picks and will complain the entire time. He will also criticise any man in a romance movie, which will annoy everyone until he is told to leave. He may go and angrily sit with Pyro for a bit, just to keep himself from getting sad about being kicked out of movie night.

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Srry for being so ded! Bn super stressed 2day

（；へ：）

Was gnna go to paris but train was cancelled nd i cant get a refund on anyfing :(

Gnna try and post more!

[lilxmoo]

little things i picture about squad 312's appearance

Tyler

i know the series talks about his dimples a lot, but i think he's one of those people who not only has huge dimples, but their whole face kinda crinkles up when they smile in the cutest way. eye lines, maybe even a nose scrunch :')

he gets stubble really quickly, and as a younger teen he wasn't great at shaving (no dad around to teach him y'know) and cut himself with a razor more than once, so his whole chin area is just kinda bumpy, with a couple tiny cuts around if you pay enough attention

SCARS AROUND HIS CRYBERNETIC EYE THERES NO WAY HIS FACE WAS UNTOUCHED AFTER THAT

what can i say he's very conventionally attractive there ain't much to talk about here

Scarlett

I always pictured her as a midsize girl, and Jay Kristoff in an interview (when asked about the whole bit with her talking about her boobs in aurora burning) said "her struggles as a larger woman". Obvs he could've just tryna be polite abt her chest but i've taken my midsize scarlett headcanon and RAN (she's curvy anyway sooo)

Her hair is very 80's styled i think

but she has the 2000's eye makeup with the smoky eyeliner and pale under brow :)

one of those girls whose nails are always changing

Cat

GRAPHIC EYELINER GRAPHIC MAKEUP RAAAGHHGI

Tattoos on the buzz of her hair - i think this is canon but it's not mentioned much and i've never seen anyone draw it

huge fan of grunge jewelry, the chains, rings, probs has like 72 piercings

also side note she's a silver girl and scarlett is gold

i think she's quite skinny - i kinda picture a jinx from arcane build for her. couldn't tell you why though

Tiny eyebrows

Her face is always a teeny tiny bit glittery from when she sleeps in makeup after nights out

Finian

this man is not conventionally attractive and it's very important to me that we all remember this

he's skinny to the point where you can see his ribs - aftereffects of his illness

this means all of his veins are very noticeable, face is very sunken

good nails though - he used to pick em when he was a kid but the metal of his exo stops him now

hair is kinda chopped (canon)

his exo also kind of carries him in a way - like it's sleek, but you can see that it's almost pushing him to make certain moves rather than the other way around

also (and this might be a hot take) but i don't think he has very interesting fashion, and i don't think he wears makeup. in his pov's he's actually surprisingly withdrawn and doesn't really enjoy having all eyes on him. also the series only ever says he wears black

Zila

this girl is conventionally attractive and it's also very important to me that we remember this

Scar says she's cute as a button, dariel hits on her, auri says she looks like a girl from her high school

i know her skin is just GLOWING

also with her love for her earrings i think she actually would enjoy making herself look put together

great nails, bling, very chic

i've always pictured her hair to have dark brown highlights for some reason

i think she has baby deer eyes, just big and brown and cute as a button

Kal

oh gorgeous space boy

i've said this many times now but i do think his ears flick back (think na'vi) when he's mad, although i headcanon that for all syldrathi

MONOLIDS MONOLIDS MONOLIDS MONOLIDS MONOLI

LONG NOSE LONG NOSE LON

He's described as lithe, not particularly muscly (although he is ripped) so I always picture him as quite slender

his hair is ever so slightly pale purple and maybe a lil iridescent

Auri

again, monolids

but i imagine her freckles to be EVERYWHERE like they cover every part of her body

i think her skin is desaturated and slightly grey around her white eye, she's pretty tan everywhere else though

her veins are white ever since becoming a trigger

her hair is strangely layered - i think she probs cut it herself, but it looks nice because she doesn't care and she always makes sure it's very healthy

pear body shape idk why i just know

[anonymouscheeses]

Emily redesign drop!

SHES SO FREAKING ADORABLE RAH! So! You can obviously see the changes but I'll point them out anyways. I gave her sheep features because.... GOD'S LAMB! it's a bit on the nose BUT I think it was a good idea because she looks freaking adorable as a sheep?? Also theres a deeper meaning to the cross in the heart on her chest! Its a religious meaning which i think is a nice touch due to the love and care of Emily :> I gave her melanin, because what the heck. And her hair is extremly curly! I wanted it to look more like a cloud because her angel form is well.... BALD.

Not bald in my version thankfully. I had no idea what to do with the freckles so I jst gave her lines. And uhh. CLOUD HAIR! yeah it works pretty much almost exactly like an actual cloud but.. hair. She has eyes everywhere because ykno. Biblically accurate angels have alot of those 😭 gave her bird features! Because I'm self fanservicing. Furries rise 🗣🔥

I'll probably change angel form some day to be more... angelic? Cuz idk I feel like I could do more.

Expression sheet below cut! Vvvv

Shes so adorable guys look at her gay ass shes so ugly and cute shes so fugly it makes me wanna just 🥶🥶

Also my headcanon is that she's pansexual, mostly because i think she does not care in the slightest about someone's gender, but also because the colors look so good with her idk man 😭😭

Stop the Sera hate shes just a scrunkly little guy (she's horrible in my rewrite au... but it kinda makes you symphathize with her at times.) 👹👹

Oh yeah and uh, im working on that chaggie animatic, i just need alotta time + im lazy + i have alot of projects going on because im a workaholic for the wrong things lmao

[heywardsdoll]

pope is never the one to deny you of being in charge in the whole situationship.

in fact he likes it. the way that you clammer over everything important, dotting the i's and crossing the t's. theres a sweet look of determination on your face when you look back at him and he bites his lip to stop himself from kissing you right there and then.

when he crosses the street, you're scurrying in front of him, hands entwined with his as you tell him to be careful. at flights where he has to go to pretend to be your boyfriend, you are the one to hold his hand reassuring him everything was going to be fine. even in academic scenarios, you're delving deeper into the fields you enjoy, ranting to him about how wonderful it is.

you take charge everywhere you go, racking up a storm with your sweet pout and narrowed eyebrows. your mouth is always firmly in a straight line, hands balling at your sides. the first time he saw you, he itched to see your soft mouth curl up at the sides, to let that soft golden glow of yours shine. but alas you were always four steps ahead of him. and you were damned if you were going to let anyone see you go 'soft.

but that sort of determination that gets you fighting for him, that type where he lays in bed and you ask him if he's okay, if anything was too much, or if he needs anything. pope was always surprised, but never ashamed of the amount of power you held in your ways. you could get anyone to do your bidding, and yet you stayed at his side. your wise eyes would not trace anyone else body but his on those cold nights when he thought he had lost it all.

at some point though, he sees the way your body sags with exhaustion. the way that the crease between your eyebrows becomes too apparent to be just from stress. it's then that he finds himself coaxing you out of your shell.

suddenly you're laying in his arms, as he rubs little circles across your back. he's kissing the places it hurts, and then booping your nose so he can get it to crinkle that way he likes it. you're mewling about the new things you've learned in the day, his arms tight around your body. you sigh, and he curses himself for letting you get so tired. but then it's when he hears your small voice whispering thank you.

that's when he comes apart. when he hears your body cling to his, a sweet relief on your face as you kiss his face all over the place. the stress that drips from your body is gone, and you're rejoicing like someone who got what they wanted after so long. your soft eyes are blinking, eyes that he can't stop looking at even if he is tired. he takes your sudden softness as grace.

"thank you, pope, thank you, thank you, thank—"

and so pope does what pope always does, he smiles because goddamnit if you aren't the most beautiful being he has ever put his eyes on.

note: this is the pope's side of the story of this intricate relationship with kook!reader. she's a spit fire and almost too much to handle, but i love writing about them !!

[natslier]

───〃★ a weeping angel

synopsis:  reports of a ghostly figure are circulating, and theorists are suspecting a closed case victim coming back for revenge. Ellie, with connections to the police, sees her too. Not like the others, though. She sees her everywhere: next to her, in casual conversation, even in one-person Netflix & chill’s. The only problem being? She thought she was real.

wc: 700 (the next chapter will be a lot bigger, just needed a short intro)

cw: ellies being gaslit by a ghost(?), angst, missing person, gore, megan is missing type shit when we get there, ellies a bit crazy, supernatural stuff, ellies considered a medium of sorts, police department joel and tommy, set in 2000s, hurt comfort, slow burn, rebuilding an unknown relationship, flip phones, america, will be updated as i go along

cw (for this chapter): ITS SHORT. and newspaper section is the main thing, trust its just world building. and a screenshot of my google doc bc i formatted the newspaper into a way i couldnt on tumblr

prologue: the ghost of jackson's past

The studio reeked of old books and firewood. Two people occupied this space,  you in the kitchen, humming away to whatever you had on the radio, and Ellie on the couch, flipping through the newest edition of the newspaper, groaning. This was all she heard about at the dinner table. ‘Missing girl’ this, ‘ghost girl’ that. With her father working in the police force with his brother, it wasn’t a big surprise. But god, did she get sick of it.

The smell of stir fry fills the air as you stir the pan, silent other than the humming coming from your throat. Joel and Tommy would be coming around for dinner, though you never stuck around to see it. Ellie runs a hand through her hair, inhaling the smell, letting it settle deep in her chest. The smell of home, the comfort of her best friend. She looks out the window, watching cars, people, and life go by, and puts the newspaper down on the coffee table, rubbing her face with her palms.

“Can you believe this shit? People think theres a fucking ghost. As if those even exist. Some people even called it the ‘day of reckoning’,” she air quotes, rolling her eyes. “This shit is unbelievable.” 

“I don’t think its that bad. Like, i don’t know, it might be important.” You offer in return, looking at her over your shoulder. Her figure was hunched, sleeves rolled up to her biceps and elbows on her knees. She shrugged with an air of tense nonchalance, catching your gaze.

“To who? The police department? Im sure they’re getting a big buck off all this drama.” You roll your eyes, looking back down at the half-cooked, steaming meal with a distant look in your eyes. She catches on, cocking a brow in your direction. “What, dont tell me you believe in all this too?” Ellie asks, shaking her head and looking down at her lap.

“I just can’t believe you haven’t noticed.”  You murmur, stirring silently.

“Why else would I never leave this place, if not for that?” 

And when she looked back up, you were gone. Whisked away in the wind from the open window, down to fly on the street, cooking left to burn and shrivel up.

Was she fucking crazy?

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a/n: full credits to @zzelysian for the newspaper idea, thats really cool, i loved that. hope u dont mind me taking inspo 😭

lmk if you want to be on the taglist :)

and maybe take a look at this 😉

jacksonholepd.com/ghostgirl

[royalsunshinehotel]

Hello again! Sorry I didnt see that you answered my message tumblr didnt notify me for some reason 🤦‍♀️. And boy do i have ideas for ya boy, our heart and soul, David. (If u still write for him that is).

Picture this: you and david are newlyweds and on a honeymoon. Im picturing something like the channel islands like Jersey, where theres still a nice city aspect but you can get pretty solitary if u want. You run around, do some shopping maybe, goof off together. You both have a cottage that overlooks the water. You both walk by the edge of the water for a bit, completely lovesick and he just chats about how lucky he is that you said yes to him. He keeps telling you how lovely look and you keep teasing him too. Eventually the banter gets very heated and he drags you back to your room in the cottage and ✨️christens✨️ it with you.

This is just an idea btw, not a request or anything so think on this , and have a lovely day!

A Lucky Cloud (David Copperfield x wife!reader, 18+)

Giddy was the perfect word for it.

It had been exactly two days since you had met David at the church and become his wife. You find it's quite convenient because early that morning, you were able to kiss the top of David's nose to wake him, and instead of leaving, the two of you would take breakfast together. Your husband is quite a handsome man, it simply has to be said.

You watched him, as you always do, take a sip of his tea, large hands, long elegant fingers holding the cup. Those were the same hands you'd felt everywhere the evening before. He had the nerve to bat his long lashes at you, "What are you thinking, dearest?"

"You're all mine." You stated simple facts, David smiled and put his cup down.

"I am, we signed the papers." Til death do us part, though David said longer.

"And I'm yours." You grinned for no real reason, and David moved his chair back, leaving his lap open. It would have been a shame to leave that seat empty, so you pounced.

"You are. Gone soft on me, have you?" He sighed as you sat down in his lap, as if he had been holding his breath. 

"I have. How sad." David takes your chin with his thumb, and brings your mouth to his, kissing your pout. He tasted sweet, from the sugar cubes piled in his tea. He enjoyed your mouth for a moment, hands roaming over clothes, but he pulled away…

"As much as I would like to take you back to bed, I think we should take a walk today, just to say we did." You blinked at him.

"Outside?" You cocked your head. Why would he want to do a thing like that?

"Outside. Maybe just along the water." Oh, David did enjoy large bodies of water, you wouldn't deny him that.

"But not too far." You stated, looking him in his big eyes. 

I’d like to be back in bed within the hour, you thought. 

"Not too far." He confirmed, kissing your cheek. Your husband helps you up off his lap, coughing lightly, ignoring the state of his trousers. 

It's just another moment, that the two of you finished your breakfast, and got changed. You wouldn’t bother to tell David why you’re not putting on your various layers. You’ll just be wearing your overcoat and hoping for the best. 

You squeaked as David kissed the back of your neck, while helping you put on your coat. It was something simple, but you still felt weak in the knees. How strange it was! You weren't a woman who squeaked before you met David, and it still managed to surprise you.

He opened the door for you, and you tried not to wince as the cool air hit your skin. This would be a lovely interlude to what had been an alarming amount of time spent on marital relations. You would enjoy the break, or you wouldn’t let David see that you would much rather be inside, underneath him. 

Overall, you’d say your honeymoon was going quite well. You never saw yourself as someone who could get married, but then David barreled into your life and showed you how wrong you were. 

The autumn sun hit your skin and you sighed lighty, letting the cool fresh air take hold. He was right, as much as you’d hate to admit it. It was a lovely idea. 

You snuggled into your husband's arm, fingers toying with the cuff of his wool overcoat. Jersey was a fantastic choice for the two of you, plenty of good food in town, but plenty of nature too. You knew David grew up with natural life close by, maybe you could give your children the same luxury!

The two of you leisurely made your way down to the stony beach, you released his arm, and let him go to the edge of the water like you know he loves to do. 

“You were right husband, just this one time.” He scoffed at you, giving you a big toothy grin, sticking his hand into the lake. 

You sat on a large log and watched your husband enjoy himself. You breathe deeply, letting the air refresh you, cleanse. David came to sit by you. 

“Do you think our children will come here one day?” You asked, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Our children?” He asked, voice tinged with incredulousness. 

“Tell me you’ve thought of them.” Before the wedding, it was practically all he could talk about!! 

“I have!” Since the wedding, he hasn't. He’d been a little lost in you. But he was thinking of them now.

David put your hand in his own, linking your fingers. 

“David.”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to meet our children sooner?” 

“...Yes.”

Getting home was both a sprint and a blur. 

As a former chorus girl, you had to be athletic. David, your beloved, was typically not. However, today the power of desire would make him keep pace, behind you like a loyal dog.

A chilly fall breeze blew the two of you through the front door, David slammed it immediately after, as you pinned him against it, about to tear through his coat and shirt to get to him. 

He beamed as you put your mouth everywhere you could reach, frantically, like the two of you were reuniting after a war. He moaned into your mouth, your grip on his coat lapels unforgiving. 

“You’d debase me in the hallway, dearest?” he asked, coming up for air, only for a moment. You scowled at him, pretending to pout. 

Slowly, you backed away from him, and he batted his big eyes at you, “You should run then,” he cocked his head, “Or I’ll start without you.” 

His eyes flash as you strip off your coat, and sprint to the main bedroom, you whirl around and try to slam the door, only for your dearest husband to dramatically throw himself into the door frame. Oh bless him…

He gaped at you, and you laughed at him, “Minx!” he declared, “You’d lock out your husband?” 

“When he’s misbehaved, yes!” How dare he be unwilling to take you in the hallway! It never stopped the two of you before!

“I’d argue it was you who misbehaved!” He tried, as if you hadn’t been suffering on your day out. 

“Then come over here and punish me for it.” 

David stared at you a moment, as if he was trying to make a memory. You huff at this, kicking off your shoes, and flopping back in bed. He wouldn’t punish you, he puts the idea down immediately, as well as falling to his knees. 

“May I serve you?” 

“Since you asked so nicely…” He crawled to you, and you pulled him up next to you on the bed. How ridiculous it was, to have missed someone you had spent the whole day with. 

“I’d like your mouth, husband.” You purred, brushing your nose against his. 

“So take it, wife.” He replied softly, waiting for your next cue. 

You think a moment, about the first time you mounted your David’s face, and how relentless he’d been for you. Only stopping when you said. What a good man you had. All yours, just like he said. 

Your heart skipped as David gave you the goofiest of smiles, before pulling your shared pillows into place. He’s much too tall to fuck around without pillows.

“You’re a very good husband, dearest,” you beamed at him. You had read it was important to share such thoughts. 

“I can be better!” You scoffed, undoing the buttons of David’s shirt to reveal a lovely amount of his chest. The bedroom in the house where you were staying was tightly insulated, the autumn sun streaming through the windows, making the two of you perfectly warm. 

David’s face should have felt more familiar with how much time you spent enjoying it. It was almost unfair how he was designed, looking up at you from two comfortable pillows, expectantly, mouth open. 

You thanked yourself for having the foresight to strip off your heavier clothes, as you migrate in bed, to do what David had so nicely prepared for. 

Your firm grip on his hair, his long eyelashes fluttering, a pleasant, sharp nose. How every lady he set eyes on didn’t fall, was beyond you. 

Properly seated, and your husband’s neck supported, you slowly grinded against his beautiful face. Your husband didn’t stand for this, taking a harsh grip on your ass, and pushing you down further. 

Rolling forward, you took hold of the bed frame, and took one of David’s wandering hands in your own, placing it on your belly, the other supporting your lower back. 

You adored his tongue. You practically married him for it. 

You continued to rock slowly against his face, harder and harder as your skin gets hotter and hotter. David made it so hard for you to contain yourself! You had been so calm and concealed when you met him, and now you were practically about to break his nose! 

A hand wandered up to feel your breast, and he groaned against you when he found it. 

You came loudly, boldly, onto David’s tongue, and you swore you could feel him smile against your pussy. He used his tongue to fuck you the whole way through, wobbling, clinging to the bedframe as tight as you could. 

He was the only one who could do this to you, the only one who stripped you down to your most vulnerable, and lavish you with care and sensitivity regardless of what mess he might see. 

His face was still wet with your release as you leaned back, your knees angry with you for staying still for so long. A lovely floaty feeling settled on the top of your head, like a very lucky, wispy cloud. 

David caught his breath, observing you closely. You crashed, pressing your face into his neck, his grip steady, unrelenting.. 

“Need you,” You mumbled into his hair, and you heard the vibrations of a chuckle in his chest. You really were a minx, and you knew it too.  

He helps you pull your underskirts up to your waist, his forehead pressed to your own as you feel a blunt pressure against your wetness. He’s warm, familiar by now, and it’s absolutely perfect. 

The two of you weren’t rushed by any means. David firmly rolls you back on top of him, your mouth sucking and biting at his neck at your leisure, as if he was some kind  of rare treat.

He thought, for a moment, about the first time he had you, like this, completely calm and unguarded. He vaguely registered you changing your pace as the relief the two of you were chasing got closer and closer. You’d said something so ridiculous he could almost laugh now, “You’re so good to me David, I’m afraid I don’t deserve you.” 

“What utter nonsense.” He said in the bedroom. You didn’t notice his words, completely preoccupied chasing release, faster and faster as you kept his pulse under your teeth. Your breathy little gasps and familiar squelching sounded like music, and your husband thinks to write this down. For personal use, obviously. 

The two of you held each other tightly through the come down, your head firmly resting on David’s chest, and he drew thin lines all over your skin with his fingertips. 

“I think I want to keep my hands on you forever,” He hummed into your hair. You laughed a little, leaning to press a kiss to his throat. His eyes fluttered shut at that, as they always did. 

“You can, you know,” you replied warmly, smiling as he did what he said, running large hands over you. 

“Hmmm…legs,” he traced his hands down feeling you there, as you casually brought your fingers through his dark, curly mane. 

“Hair.” You announced. He brushed his nose against your own.

“What are we doing?” 

“Saying what we love.” You hummed as if it was the most simple thing in the world. 

“Everything.” David sighed into your mouth, “Everything. Us.”

consulting credits to my dearest @youlooklike-clarabow

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BLESS ME WITH YOUR JET STAR HCS PLEASE 🙏🙏

i was WAITING for this one. jet will always be my favourite child.

Jet's desert born. raised by Killjoys and never saw the inner city until the Fab Four had to go in for a mission.

transfemme Jet Star! transfemme Jet Star! uses either she/her or they/them pronouns.

demisexual and biromantic.

she can, in fact, read and write, despite what some people say about desert borns. her spelling isn't the best and her handwriting is atrocious, but she CAN do it!

Jet refuses to cut their hair. nothing more than a trim to keep it healthy. she sees her hair a symbol of her freedom in the Killjoy rebellion.

peurto rican and brazilian.

^^my OC, Jet's mother Candy Acid, was brazilian and spoke both english and portuguese. Jet does, too.

Jet's mother died when Jet was 12.

she's the best shot of the Fab Four, and ambidextrous. usually fights with a gun in each hand.

anxiety disorder. she's pretty much always in a mild state of freaking the fuck out, but she's really good at masking it.

Phoenix Witch devotee. being desert born, they're spiritually connected to the desert, and was raised believing in & worshipping the Witch. it keeps her connected to the loved ones that she's lost.

absolutely fucking terrifying when she's angry.

actually lost her eye at a very young age and grew up learning to function with no depth perception.

over the years, the Fab Four learned to always cover Jet's blindside in firefights. they don't mention anything about it, and neither does she. it's a quiet agreement that Jet needs protection on the right.

a bit of a divination queen. she's been known to dabble with tarot cards every now and then.

theres a mysterious white streak in her hair. it could be a side effect of the desert's radiation. no one knows.

extremely skilled with a combat knife. she WILL cut a bitch. try her.

Jet owns one pair of really fancy and expensive boots that she stole when she was a kid and just waited to grow into. they're black, leather, and very shiny.

in an on and off relationship with Mad Gear.

Jet can sing really beautifully but refuses to do it in front of other people.

septum piercing.

has a constellation of star tattoos that snakes from the front of her hip, up her back, to her shoulder blade.

obviously, Jet has the best survival skills out of the Fab Four. she's also the most trained in medical care.

she's generally pretty secretive. but if she had to confide in someone, it's almost always going to be Poison.

being born and raised in the desert, Jet knows a lot of people. everywhere the Fab Four go, Jet always seems to know a guy.

she's a fucking slob. Jet's room is always a trashed MESS.

they were really hesitant to take in the Girl at first, due to their own experiences having a rough childhood in the desert, but eventually the rest of the crew convinced Jet to get on board. now, Jet is learning from her parents' mistakes and will always make sure that the Girl isn't going to end up as unlucky as Jet did.

because Kobra and Poison were often off doing sibling things, it left Jet with Ghoul a lot. those two developed their own brother & sister dynamic because of it.

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Vi stands for Violence

One of the more ironic things in Arcane is that Vi is running around everywhere judging because they are violent and mean and idk not good enough and she’s arguably one of the most violent characters and without a doubt one of the most destabilizing forces in the entire show. (Sorry Vi fans – I say this with love but homegirl is really kind of terrible).  And the reason for that is that Vi kinda wants to be a hero in the traditional sense. She wants to do everything on her own. She wants to defeat the bad guy. She wants to save the damsel in distress. And she wants everything to be black and white.  In a lot of shows she would have thrived. But she is sadly in a show which looks you straight in the eye and says: Wow you managed to beat Sevika up. Awesome! And now? How did this help anyone? Here the damsel in distress you were trying to save is beating you over the head with a stick. Such a nice Saloon western stand off and nothing changed. No one cheered. The day wasn’t saved.

Deeper analysis under the cut

Vi’s original sin is being unwilling to see the perspective of others. She’s the oldest. She knows best. You can see that in arc 1 in season 1. Milo was correct: powder wasn’t ready. Powder messed up. Vi didn’t want to hear it because she loves Powder and that’s why Powder isn’t allowed to be criticized until Vi explodes on her in the end of the third episode. And theres something interesting about the fact that Vi apparently can’t think of Powder as a flawed person – either all she does is understandable and excusable or she’s a terrible Jinx who needs to be punished/stopped/killed. And you see the signs early on. In the “enemy music video” you see Vi screaming at Powder and shoving her, you see it at the end of episode 3, and you now see it in action in arc 1 of season 2 – Jinx doesn’t have the attitude that Vi thinks Powder should have (i.e. siding with the enforcers/Piltover against Silco - why would she do that?; accepting Vi and being grateful that she’s back) Vi trys to pick up the status quo before Vanders death. Jinx wont let her. Jinx wants to have a conversation. Both her elaborate traps remind you of the past and they remind you of the fact that Vanders death happened. Vi sees them as slights against herself and not as conversation starters. Because that’s not something she wants to think about (and notice that her mind goes immediately to her abusive behavior; because those challenge her self concept as the hero of the story). She doesn't want to admit that Powder = Jinx = Powder. Because that would mean to accept shades of grey. It would mean letting go of her anger (or at least accepting her anger) and accept that stuff changed things are complicated and people are flawed.

And she does the same thing everywhere else:  Silco caused Vanders death – ergo Silco is the cause of all evil: he’s the cause for change, for drugs, for powder being weird, for Zaun not being what it once was, for her not having a place to come home to etc. etc. I

It's even more evident with Sevika. Many have noted that Sevika hasn't actually betrayed Vander but has acted in Zauns best interest. But Vi doesn't want to even think about it that way. Sevika's to blame for Vanders death. As is Silco. (as is Powder) I dare anyone to look me in the eye and tell me that Vi accomplished anything by fighting Sevika. That was pure lust for vengeance. Especially the second time. But she messes up the most with Jinx. I find it fascinating that after Sevika is defeated and Silco is gone all of Vis anger concentrates on Jinx who refuses to become her precious treasure who needs to be protected- ergo Powder must be dead. And I’d argue that Vi is in search of a Damsel in distress and she isn’t finding anyone. Ekko is the leader Vi wants to be, Caitlyn is becoming more dangerous to Zaun by the day (and refuses Vis council) and Jinx is Jinx. Add some real resentment over Vanders death that Vi hasn’t worked through yet and it kinda makes Vis action make sense. Especially when there’s a cute blonde enforcer who admires what Vi’s doing and thinks it’s heroic and great she beat up all the bad guys in Zaun.

And one more thing. Vis attachment to Caitlyn is very similar to Powders attachment to Silco (-the sexual attraction of course). Bear with me here: who’s the first person who showed Powder kindness after the disaster: Silco. Who’s the first person who showed Vi kindness: Caitlyn. Both are charismatic leaders and both are very close to the people who destroyed their families. Vi and Jinx are more similar than you might think.