#all the sunflowers are looking at him bc he's the sun

[topplemin]

day one of mobweek2024 : sunflower :]

wanted to do a concept of mob nurturing sunflowers with his powers

[kyuala]

hmm

[p0ssywhippedcream]

omg that apollo smut was just amazing!. could you do something angsty w him like he's gonna break up bc he fell for someone else (and obviously as a demigod you know that he's not sticking around forever) feel like crying omg

baby omg that's so fucking sad why would you do this to me

"We have to talk." He's trying to be nice. He wants you to sit down and he wants to warm you some tea before he tells you.

You don't sit down, despite his obvious gestures to the sofa. In fact, you don't even let him in the door. You stand there with it open, arms crossed on your chest with an unreadable expression.

"No, we don't." Okay, well now you're being difficult. He wants to let you down easy and you're being so stubborn.

"Yes, Y/n, we do." He hasn't called you Y/n in two years. It's sweet girl, baby doll, my love, sunshine.

"I know." For a second he thinks you're agreeing, that you do have to talk until he sees the barely contained rage in your eyes. You know. You know where he's been.

He doesn't know what to say so he just stands there. His hands that are so used to wiping your tears twitch when one falls. He doesn't love you anymore but he's not a monster.

"Are you okay?" There's so much he's trying to ask. Will you be okay? How do you feel? How long have you known, the entire time? Do you hate him?

You nudge your apartment door with your foot and he looks inside. The sunflowers he'd given you are waving at him from the trash can.

You sighed and stepped outside. It wasn't a very bright day, the sun was hidden behind clouds that drizzled lazily. He didn't realize he was standing in soft rain until you joined him.

You took his hands, curled his fingers into his palms and held them as fists. "I know I'm not permanent, Apollo. Everything goes someday. You deserve happiness for the time you can have it. My comfort currently is that this lover isn't permanent either."

You were talking to him like he was human. A mortal to live and to die. Somebody to pass through life for 80 years at most and somebody expected to run out of time. His face must've given away his confusion, his eyebrows are arched, eyes wide and his mouth open.

"I will get over you," You continued, "I will find another person to love and we will love for a long time. I will be happy. But I can't have summer picnics anymore. I can't wake up early with a cup of earl gray in my hands and sit on my porch. I can't stand on the beach, watching you descend in the sky without remembering this. So much of the world is filled with you. And I hope someday when I watch you light it up with my lover's hand in mine, I won't ache to forget you."

You dropped his hands, yours came up to grab his face like you were going to kiss him. He wouldn't be averse to it, he closed his eyes and accepted your attention. Your forehead pressed against his and you just stood there, holding him and breathing.

You didn't kiss him. Your hands fell away and you walked back inside. The door closed behind you. You didn't even spare one last glance at him. He stood there on your porch. The light rain turned to weeping, the clouds full and betrayed. They wept all over him as he watched your door, waiting for a sign to leave.

He didn't love you anymore, he reminded himself. He stepped back and walked away from your home. As he stepped on the pebbles of your drive way, he looked back towards your home. He saw through your windows, you perched on your counter, nursing a cup of hot chocolate. He'd only ever known you to drink tea.

As he watched you swing your legs and kiss your mug, it hit him. You loved him like a man. He was human with you, no matter his occupation and shows of power, he was only the man you loved. You loved him humanly and you let him go the same way.

Apollo wouldn't be your greatest love, you were bound to draw in more people with your kind soul and gentle hands. But you were his, the only love that saw beyond his immortal curse.

[whatsaninterestingplacethisis]

Flower Boy

Imagine

Nico Hischier x Latina!Reader

Synop: y/n a bitter florist, notices the foreign man that always stops by her work once a week.

a/n: Shy Nico + reader who hates love bc she’s never been in love before?

cw: cussing

Being a florist didn’t really require much work, depending on the day you could be held in the back or on dreaded days in the front left to socialize with people.

There are many types of people who buy flowers in person: 1. Spouses who think of their significant other 2. Spouses who forgot a special date for the significant other 3. Birthdays or house warming gifts etc.

Depending on who came into the small shop, it set the mood for the small talk. Spouses who were stressing about a forgotten anniversary kept silent. Spouses who bought a bouquet of roses wouldn’t stop talking about their ‘honey bun’.

The silence was always preferred over the “my girlfriend this” or “my boyfriend that”. Nobody asked, just take the goddamn flowers to your ‘sweetie pie’.

Lord knew you weren’t getting any flowers from anyone else. Probably the reason why you were so bitter. Either way, the rare chance you were gifted flowers, those babies would die within a week.

Ironic, working at a flower shop only to neglect the ones at home. Not that you had any at the moment.

Anywho you knew every time a fine man that walked into that door was most likely taken. Including the brunette with a backwards cap on scanning the sun flowers. He was too handsome to be single you thought.

You were gawking at him until he started to walk up to the counter.

“Hi, I want a sunflower bouquet but I’m not sure what else to add. Could you help me out?” the brown eyed man asked with a friendly smile

“No problem” you replied with a customer service smile. You walked outside the counter and helped the guy with the arrangement.

+

“How does this look?” You turned around with the finished design.

“It looks amazing, I really appreciate the help. I don’t know much about flowers but these look great.”

“That’s why im here to help.” You said with a half ass smile as you hand him the bouquet.

“That will be $32” Flowers were expensive too.

“Thanks again, these are going to make my mom smile.” Well that was different, the bouquet were for his mother and not his girlfriend.

“I hope she will.” You said with a genuine smile this time, a green flag noted for the man who buys his mom flowers.

++

Next week you were in the back, finishing up on bulk orders the shop needed for the following week.

“Hey y/n could you stand in for me a bit I need to take this call, pretty please?” Your coworker Ash who was working the front disrupted your silent shift.

“Sure” the call was probably about their cat, it had some medical issues lately as Ash had rambled on about.

Luckily no one was in the front when you took over and the call wouldn’t have taken too long. But you spoke too soon as the bell rang on the entrance door.

Lo and behold it was the green flag brunette. Instead of looking around he walked straight up to you at the counter.

“Hi” he said

“Hi”

“Did your mom like the bouquet?” You asked

“Huh?” He was almost out of breath when he came in.

“Last week, you were here and bought a sunflower bouquet that I beautifully made.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. Yeah she loved it, thanks.” He quickly said, it looked like he was about to break a sweat

“So what can I help you with today?” You offered your services like usual

“Um well I want to- actually I’m in a rush and- can I just buy a single rose? Is that weird?” He stumbled over his words for the most simplest order

“A single rose it is, not weird at all. It won’t take long.” You turned to grab a single plastic sleeve and walked over to grab the best rose out of the bunch and packed it up.

“Your total is $3.” You handed the rose to Mr. Brunette and softly took his three one dollar bills.

“Thanks…y/n.” He said your name to your surprise

“Uh no problem.” You forget you’re wearing a name tag considering no customer calls you by your name.

He opened his mouth like he was going to say something else but just turned and took big strides out the door.

++

Next week was organizing the newly ordered flowers on the ground floor. Luckily they came in time before the downpour started. If it was raining it meant less customers were going to show, which of course you didn’t mind.

You were organizing the tulips when the hanging door bell chimed, making you turn to look at the drenched brunette who has always made an appearance every week.

“Hi” you said across the shop in confusion as to why he would walk in the rain to buy overpriced flowers.

“Hi” he tried to air dry his hair with his hands as if he were a golden retriever

“Do you need a towel or something?” You asked as you moved to the back to get one.

“That would be great.” He stood there awkwardly

You handed him a small towel, “Thanks”

“So did the rain inspire you to buy flowers today or?” You joke about his wet shirt and damp hair state

Fortunately, he laughs along. “No, it just surprised me as I walked here.”

“Well then, what can I get you today… I hope it’s not weird to ask for your name considering this is third time I’ve seen you here.”

“Not weird at all, it’s Nico. Honestly any small flower arrangement is fine today, whatever you think looks good.”

“Alright, Nico, I’ll see what I got. Is this for your mom again?” You never initiated small talk with customers but Nico was becoming a regular and you wanted to know if he was single or not.

“No” he laughed “it’s for a girl.” Thunder hit outside as the sound of your dreams being crushed.

“Oh that’s sweet.” Small talk was over now on your behalf. But the arrangement was going to be pretty either way.

+

By the time you exchanged the money for the flowers it was still raining outside, too hard for anyone to be walking without an umbrella.

“The rain hasn’t slowed down at all, I think there’s an umbrella I can lend you. It’s in the back just give me a sec.”

“It’s okay really, I don’t mind some rain.”

“It’s no problem.” You went in the back to find said umbrella

“I found it, it’s a bit dusty though-“ but Nico was gone and you were left alone with the flowers.

++

“So did you ask her- Dude why are drenched? You’re making a mess on my floor.” Jack said to Nico who was out of breath.

“It’s raining.”

“Obviously. So did you ask her for her number?” Jack asks his friend who had been pining over the flower girl, as Jack puts its, for weeks now.

“No. I chickened out last minute.”

“More like again. I mean c’mon I still have the rose from last time. What excuse did you say this time?”

“I said these were for a girl.” Nico motioned the fragile and ruined bouquet from the rain and running.

“Oh my god you’re an idiot. She totally thinks you have a girlfriend now.”

“Well I panicked! If I show up one more time she’ll think I’m a weirdo.”

“Maybe go again later today, when the rain is gone, and ask her out officially.”

“What if she thinks I’m a stalker or something?”

“She wouldn’t be that wrong to be honest.”

“Not helpful.”

“Neither is the rainwater on my wooden floors. Clean up before you go and see her.”

++

Nico leaving you without a goodbye was weird to say the least and rude. He literally vanished into thin air. Soon after he left the sky was clearing up and turning blue again.

An hour passed by and you were done restocking the flowers and ready to take a needed break. Since you were the only one there, you flipped the closed sign with the clock on it to read ‘will return at 2:20pm’ and locked the door. You decided to watch The Crown in the back room while eating your favorite snack. Although, half way into your break you hear fast and loud knocking.

“What the hell man, I swear some people cannot read.” You complained to yourself and went out to see Nico again but this time locked outside the shop.

You unlocked the glass door and opened it ajar for the guy, “hi” you say in a questioning tone.

“Did the flowers get ruined by the rain? Because I did have an umbrella for you, but you kind of just disappeared right after.” Nico was trying so hard to control his fast breathing, but you noticed. He just kept silent trying to hold in his breath.

“Are you okay? Did you run down here? Or is someone chasing you?” You peered outside the door to see anyone that could be possibly chasing him but no one was out of sorts.

“Can I come in?” he finally says something

You side eyed the closed sign and looked at your watch, there was a little over five minutes left of your break, but whatever right?

“Anything for my favorite customer” you stepped aside to let him in before closing the door again.

“So be honest with me, the flowers are ruined right?” You asked knowing you were 90% right.

“Yeah, sorry, they are.”

“To be expected. Well I can make you the same ones, not free though, I did advise you to take the umbrella.” You didn’t want to sound mean but you were right and Nico knew that.

“Actually, can I get one that you would like, if someone gave you flowers?” This was not a shocking request considering other boyfriends that come in ask the same thing because they don’t know what their girlfriends like.

“No problem.” You always had the same bouquet in mind for this request, very simple and easy to care of, but a sight to see nonetheless.

+

“Here you go, don’t ruin these ones now.” You joke, hoping it would land and it did with Nico’s smile as proof.

“Hopefully your girlfriend likes them.” You say flatly before turning to clean up the scraps of the arrangement.

“Actually” he whisper yells before you turn around completely. He passes the flowers back to you, with a note of his own with his number on it.

You looked down at the flowers and catch the note, “I thought you had a girlfriend” you asked looking at the man across from you.

“No, I don’t I gave the rose to my friend, he still has it.”

“Oh…?” You say in confusion on what he was trying to say.

“Oh we’re not- he’s just a friend- I’m- this is my way of asking you out and I’m doing a horrible job, sorry”

“So the first sunflower bouquet wasn’t for your mom?” You were totally confused.

“No those were actually for my mom. The rose, wasn’t for anyone, I just wanted to see you again. Sorry if that’s weird.”

“And today’s flowers?”

“Another excuse to see you again.”

You started to smile and almost laughed at his stumbling of words “I see”

“I was supposed to ask you out earlier today but I backed out and now I’m here again.” He says with a nervous smile patiently waiting for your response.

“Thanks Nico, you’ll get your answer when I get back home.” You slyly say before placing the flowers in a vase of water.

“Okay, have a nice day.” He said with zero confidence as he walked out the shop thinking he completely screwed up.

++

You got home later and set the flowers on your counter, taking the hand written note with you to your couch.

Flower boy (nico)

Hey flower boy, I think I have your answer. Also I think it’s really sweet to give your friend flowers!

[bring-forth-your-justice]

Can i request an ADA x teen!reader ( platonic ofc ) where reader lives in a very toxic house w an abusive father but all the ADA member start to worrying abt them and think something is wrong bc they always come back with injuries and they finally decide to do something after that reader just broke down and they comfort them

:( i need some comfort so yea if its ok ofc u can skip it have a nice day ♡♡♡

Sorry this took some time anon, thank you for requesting, I wouldn't dare skip it. I hope you’re doing alright, you're never alone know that. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for ya.

TW// mentions of abuse, blood, child neglect

Word count: 2k

Just angst and sad weather. Hope its good for my first BSD fic.

A soft breeze filled with springs essence flowed gently into the quaint office placed atop the red bricked building. It wasn’t much to look at, not really, other than its red exterior taking the eyes attention for a split second, there wasn’t much else to it.

Unless one was aware of its top floored residence. Quite the loud bunch many would complain. Always someone shouting and screaming about tardiness, unsettling comments about severing limbs, and often other occupants would notice a trail of emptied snack bags leading to the office. Simply a place to stay away from.

Now that was what you called home. 

The hums of the crowded streets played out in a symphony in front of you, just another side walk to cross and you were home. Home .. If the word stayed on your tongue for too long it might lose it meaning, or worse, become sour in taste. 

That top floor, was home. It had only been maybe 8 months since you began working there as an assistant. The Armed Detective Agency, the name really says all there was to it. The work wasnt too difficult, after all, you were a hardworker and you’ve been working your whole life one way or another. The president had made some adjustiments to your workload considering you were still a high school student. Of course you adamantly expressed your capabilities, but underneath it all, you were relieved. 

The breeze grazed your face and ruffled your hair, adding more knots into it after you had done so much to ensure it looked perfect, like nothing had happened. You sighed with a hint of ire plaguing not just your voice but your eyes. Perhaps holding your tongue could have granted you another hour or two of sleep. Alas, thinking of such what if’s was something you slowly learned to block out. It was pointless to fantisize of what could be anyhow.

You continued to fix your hair as you walked up the stairs, soon reaching the gates to your heaven with the oh so familiar sign positioned at the door. You hesitated briefly even as the sign urged you to come in just as the Earth welcomed rain. Thoughts began to overwhelm you. Mornings were never easy. You weren’t a sunflower waiting to greet the sun as the sun showers you with blessings and you return its gift with a smile. It was always terrifying. He was terrifying.

No matter what you did, no matter how hard you tried, you would never be enough to satisfy his will. At times, that thought alone shot bolts of desperation throughout your body, like an injured animal finding some way to stop the bleeding. What were you so desperate for? Home. It’s right in front of you, so why can’t you accept it now?

‘I didn’t get enough time to cover some of the bruises, what if they-’

“Ah you made it L/N-chan!” 

You shot up slightly at the new sound that entered your bubble. Your gaze turned towards the young boy’s voice, noticing his ragged hair. ‘Always quite slanted, not a single strand the same,’ you mused. “Atsushi you startled me aha..” Although the chuckle may have been a bit strained, you were happy to know your voice wasn’t void of that hint of delight to see him. 

“A-ah! Sorry! I guess I’ve been sneaking up on a lot of people lately. The other day it was Lucy, I made her drop her dish in the cafe- I really did apologize but she was very close to throwing me from a bridge aha-” Atsushi had a tendency of causing trouble from simple, and often innocent, actions. It was always amusing to hear about from him, they’ve never failed to crack you out of your reclusive state. 

Atsushi’s eyes wandered briefly to a mismatched coloured blotch on your arm, one you tried to conceal under your sleeves. When you took notice of his gaze, you quickly shifted that arm out of view; watching his shy and gentle eyes become disturbed with remorse. That unconcealable wrapping on your leg wasn’t any better to look at you figured, and you were sorry he had to see it. It was only for a moment though. He seemed more at ease once you smiled back at him. 

“If she did push you, I’d call Kyoka-chan.” You continued back at where the conversation left off at. At that Atsushi shaked his hands, trying to prevent the fictional scenario. “N-No! Kyoka might end up doing more than dragging me out of the water-” You both laughed at the scenario at the underlying understanding of Kyoka’s protectivness of Atsushi’s well being.

As you both walked into the office together, a scent of candies and coffee lingered in the air and the bustling office welcomed your arrival. Your eyes lingered on Atsushi as he made his way over to his desk to get started on what you could only assume to be another stack of Dazai’s unfinished paperwork. ‘I should go and get him some coffee, he might need it to finish all that.’ Looking at that stack was alone to make you wince and move towards your own desk. 

You usually make your rounds to greet everyone, but today was a difficult day and you were more tired than usual. So you figured finishing your work early would be the best way to go about things. As you began, the usual shenanigans continued to buzz around the agency. Naomi chasing Tanizaki begging him to bother himself with her rather than his work, the murmurs of the president and his secretary disgusing financial documents in his office, Ranpo-san’s loud crunches as he muched on what could’ve been his 15th chip bag of the day, and to top it off, Kunikida’s excessive yelling. You may be a hardworker but in this case, you couldn’t hold a handle to Kunikida’s work ethic. He kept everyone on task, or so he tried. 

While he was on his daily rant about Dazai’s tardiness to anyone who would listen, you felt a dreadful turmoil brewing in your head.

That buzzing in your head was a little more than unsettling. And just as your hand went to go reach your head, there it was again, that word. 

“Home.”

Why was it coming to the forefront of your mind? Why couldn’t that thought be subdued? Why were you so unlucky that the only word that haunted you was the one you cherished just as much?

He. Your father. Just a shadow of what he could’ve- no, should’ve been. A shadow who gained sentience and refuses to let you breathe. 

Your ‘home’ was hell personified. Every move you took would inevitably burn your feet. So you took no steps at all. Yet even then the fire raged on and clung to you. 

And right now, that fire was engulfing your head. 

You could faintly see Dr.Yosano in the distance, making her way to you. You couldn’t quite make out her expression when you dropped to floor and the fire took your eyesight.

~~~~~~~~~

Sometimes sleep was the only solace you could get, so you tried to cherish it whenever you could. This time, there was something different about the black void of unconsciousness. A dull pain.

It lingered and poked you in the void. Slowly voices became more clear, and feeling returned to your hands. Still, those wonderful eyes of yours refused to leave the dark. 

A part of you couldn’t deny that you liked it that way, but that poking sensation wouldn’t let you dream. 

You never had time for it.

So your eyes opened, breaking through the fire, and into the blinding lights of the ceiling panels. 

~~~~~~~~

“You’re awake-!” There a pair of wide yellowish-purple eyes looked back at you, secured with a load of concern.

It was Atsushi, worried about you as always. You wished he’d worry about himself more. 

It didn’t quite hit you that you were on Dr. Yosano’s lap or the fact there were tears in your eyes, slowly streaming down your eyes. Not until Kyouka, who sat next to Atsushi wiped them gently. 

What happened to you? 

Your body must’ve been more aware than your mind as it expressed it’s emotions more freely than how your mouth could vocalize them. Slowly you sat up and noticed exactly what had caused you to lose consciousness.

“What happened… y/n?”

Blood loss.

Dr. Yosano looked at the open wounds on your legs, carefully unwrapping the loosely tied bandages around them. She was inspecting the wound just as she was inspecting your face. 

They all were looking at you. Kunikida with a glass of water held firmly in his hand. Kyouka who stayed quietly by Atsushi, looking at your wounds. Yosano who looked slightly unnerved at the blood yet continued to press on; cleaning the wound. Atsushi who looked at you as though he knew and didn’t at the same time. But he wanted to know, oh how he wanted you to tell him. 

And suddenly, it was hard. 

You were young. You couldn’t hold it back anymore.

The tears poured out and so did the words you held in for so long. You tried to hold it all in, but everyone has their limits. Atsushi held you closely as you cried into his arms. Kyouka followed and joined the hug. 

She understood. 

You may be older than her but she knew your pain just as well. 

Yosano worked on your legs with utmost care and gentleness. She knew better than to ask to heal using her unorthodox methods. She’d rather not do that, even if it took away all the physical pain, it wouldn’t do anything for your mental anguish. So she helped in the ways she could. 

Kunikida offered you that glass of water as you talked and cried. He stepped back for a moment, eyes still intently on you as you spoke with your shaky voice and teary eyes. Until he caught the sight of someone hidden in the corner of the agency.

Dazai.

His expression was unreadable as always yet there was a sense of conflict stiring in those lax eyes of his that Kunikida rarely saw. Just as Kunikida noticed him standing there in obscurity, he left through the agency’s doors. Kunikida knew to follow him in case Dazai had finally built a sense of justice and planned to do something rash.

~~~~~~~~

When the tears stopped, you sat there with your ragged yet quiet, breathing. Atsushi never once left your side. Kyouka still sat by you, unmoving. Kenji had returned a little while ago and brought you over some tissues and began reciting stories of his farm life adventures. 

Ranpo finally appeared again. His whereabouts were always where his interests lied…. Or where the snacks were. Thus, it wouldn’t surprise you if he had been there the whole time, just hidden away. 

With a lollipop still in his mouth, he looked down at you. You couldn’t read his eyes, you barely ever saw them when you think about it. Kenji, continued to talk while your attention shifted to Ranpo. He brought his arm forward, in his hand, a single lollipop. He motioned you to take it. 

When it was in your hands, he was already gone back to whatever he was doing, yet you stared at it as though it were gold. 

Home…. A place that’s warm.. A place you feel loved..

You were home. You were safe.

And so you smiled, it would be okay.

~~~~~~~~

Weeks had passed since then, your father was arrested on accounts of child abuse and neglect and you were free from his torment. That moment when Kunikida had left that day, he must’ve gone to seek out your father you supposed. Regardless, you were thankful to not just him, but the entire agency. 

You were free, and you would be okay.

That ‘home’ meant nothing to you, so with Fukuzawa-san’s permission, you were allowed to move into the agency dorms. Again, nothing you could do would expression your gratefulness towards him.

Although old habits and traumas never die, you were healing. You had people who loved you and cared for you. People who would laugh with you as Kunikida and Dazai fought. People who would eat with you when you couldn’t sleep. And people who watched over you, even if silently.

You weren't alone, and most importantly, you were happy.

[mistydeyes]

perfume w/ gaz? :)

Also happy 1k!!!! You definitely have earned it <3

aww thank you thank you anon! love this prompt bc im also a perfume girl HAHA

link to the prompt list and 1k celebration!

prompt: perfume - perfume bottles decorate your bureau and you decide to let them choose your scent for the day

pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x gn!reader

warnings: none :)

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In your shared flat, you and Kyle had many prized possessions. Out of all your trinkets and decorations, your favorite was a glass makeup table littered with many gorgeous, colored bottles. Every morning was the start of a fun game as you matched your perfume with your outfit. However, as you finished getting ready for the farmer's market, you decided to change up your routine. "Kyle?" you called from the bedroom and he soon entered the bedroom. "Yes, my love?" he asked and gave his signature glowing smile. God, you loved when he smiled at you like he was a sunflower and you were a sun. "Want to help pick out my perfume?" you suggested and to your surprise, he picked up three of your bottles from the dresser.

You looked at him a little confused as he gently set them on the bed. "One of these," he began to say, "they're my favorites." You looked at the three multicolored bottles and couldn't help but smile. The first was eau de campagne. You smiled as you held the small glass bottle to your nose and took in the various notes of herbs and jasmine. "This one is good but it doesn't last long," you commented and he kindly put it back in its spot on the dresser. The next was the forest green bottle of cactus garden. You held the bottle in your fingers as Kyle sat patiently. "You just like this because it's your favorite color!" you accused before you smelt it. His radiant laugh filled the room. "No," he said defensively, "I like the orange-y scent!" You stood up and gently put it back to his disappointment. "It's too heavy for today," you commented and looked at the final bottle on the duvet.

You giggled as you noticed the bottle was also green. "I'm sensing a trend here," you commented and picked up the sage green bottle before spraying it on your wrist. "Finally!" he joked as you put your wrist up to his nose. He inhaled deeply as he took in the notes of bergamot, sage, and pine. "Perfect for the outdoors," he said, flipping over the bottle. "Velvet cypress, I'll remember this one," he announced and tapped his head as if he confided it to memory. You hummed in agreement as he followed you out the door. "You say that every time," you joked and he kissed your forehead gently. "I'll remember it for you," he whispered, kissing you, his favorite perfumed significant other.

[harringtonswriting]

Omg Bree that list!! I would love to read 25. goodnight kisses with Bradley?🥺

ahhhh thank you so much Nova!! <3 i am SO sorry it took me so long to get this finished, but i hope you enjoy it!! god this was so adorable to write and i really, REALLY appreciate you picking this one bc it was such a cute idea <3

...

This was the best first date you’d had in a long time. Probably the best first date you’ve ever been on, if you’re being honest, but that’s not something you’re going to admit to your date. You didn’t want to give his ego that big of a boost this early, and also didn’t want him to think about your dating history being any sadder than he might already think it is.

Bradley Bradshaw had asked you out the night you met him at the Hard Deck, where he was drinking with his friends and you’d been convinced by yours to come out for some drinks and the promise of some very pretty Naval officers to look at. Which, you were happy to find, there were plenty of. Bradley included.

You’d thought he was just another good-looking flyboy when he’d walked up to you at the bar top, though his endearing smile and his outrageous taste in fashion had you intrigued enough to say yes; you had no idea how he still managed to look attractive wearing bright blue and magenta, but that coupled with his 70s-esque mustache and very pretty, big brown eyes ended up winning you over. You’d put your number in his phone, let him buy you a drink, and your friends teased you for the better part of an hour about giving your number to the first pilot who talked to you. But there was something special about Bradley, something genuine and funny and maybe you were a little tipsy, but you didn’t regret giving him your number.

Bradley messaged you the following afternoon to ask you to dinner this coming Friday night, and after the initial awkwardness (he’d responded to you with just a thumbs up emoji and you’d used maybe a few too many exclamation points), the two of you fell into an easy rhythm of texting back and forth. You find yourself enjoying talking with him, and looking forward to seeing his name pop up on your phone.

All too quickly, though, Friday night arrives and he picks you up in what is obviously a very old, but very well loved, truck. He’s got sunglasses on, big mirrored aviators, but no Hawaiian shirt tonight (he’d later tell you that he’d received advice that he should wear something a little more toned down for the first date, and you couldn’t say that a black t-shirt and jeans didn’t suit him just as well as what he’d been wearing the night you met him). He’d lifted his sunglasses off his face, clipping them on the front of his shirt as he got out of his truck, and a wide grin split across his face as he caught sight of you coming out of your house.

“You look amazing,” he says, and the words come out loud and earnest–it’s a genuine compliment, and his smile is infectious to boot. You smile as you return the sentiment.

“Not so bad yourself. I like this look,” you tell him, and you see him puff his chest out just a bit. As you walk towards him, he reaches into his truck and comes back out with a bouquet of sunflowers tied with a yellow ribbon. He holds them out to you, and you take them from his hands.

“These are for you,” he says, and you look down at the flowers. They’re beautiful, the loveliest shade of yellow from soaking up the warmth and love of the sun. “I didn’t know what you liked, but they reminded me of your smile, so I hope these are okay.” Bradley’s just a little bashful, and you rest one hand on his forearm.

“They’re beautiful,” you tell him, and it’s the truth. They are, and the fact that they reminded him of you? You don’t know how he can say that with a straight face, and if it came from anyone else you might be embarrassed. You still are, a little, but you’re just a little pleased, too, that he’s been thinking about you. You take the flowers inside, quickly putting them in a tall glass of water before heading back out to where Bradley and the Bronco are waiting. You head around to the passenger side door to pull it open… but it won’t budge. You try again, but still no dice. Oh, god, did you break his car? This is a classic, right? That’s what a lot of older cars are. He gets you beautiful flowers and you break his car. Wonderful. You look at Bradley, and he grimaces. Oh no.

“The, uh, the door sticks sometimes. Lemme get it for you,” he says, coming around to fiddle with the handle before the door pops open. You feel some relief, then, knowing that you didn’t just bust his car, and you climb in and he shuts it behind you. Then he’s getting in on his side, and the two of you head out to the restaurant he’d told you about for dinner.

It was a place that Hangman had recommended, Bradley told you, but he only decided to take that recommendation seriously when Phoenix, Payback, and Fanboy had all confirmed it was good. And you’d have to remember to thank Bradley’s friends the next time you see them, because they were right. It was a small place, not too far from the Hard Deck, with the best food you’d had in a while. The atmosphere was friendly and it was busy enough that you and Bradley had plenty of time to talk between your server’s check ups, but not too busy that you felt rushed or couldn’t get a table.

The two of you got through the basic first date talk pretty quickly; he’s a much better listener than the last few guys you’d gone out with, and actually asked you some questions when you were telling him about some work drama you’d been dealing with. You enjoy the way his big, beautiful brown eyes crinkle at the corners with crows feet when he smiles, and how he scrunches his nose when he laughs. He also talks with his hands, you’ve come to realize, and he nearly knocks his glass of water off the table no less than four times as he’s telling you a story about what had happened at work earlier today.

“Anyway, so the radio was totally shot, right? So I’m inverted above Coyote, Phoenix and Bob are freaking out, there’s no way to communicate and we still have half a training exercise to complete. Can you believe that?” Bradley has his hands in an awkward position, trying to give you a visual as to what things had looked like. You can tell by the way he talks that he absolutely loves what he does, and he loves being able to fly. And there are very few things more attractive than seeing a man get so excited to tell you all about how he managed to get his plane upside down and scare the shit out of his friends and co-workers when no one was able to talk to each other in the air.

Dinner is over all too quickly after that, though, but thankfully nothing gets spilled during the rest of Bradley’s animated descriptions of his completely serious job duties. After you’d left the restaurant, since it was still light out, Bradley suggested that the two of you take a walk together along the beach behind the Hard Deck. He swore up and down that watching the sunsets from there were phenomenal, and, not wanting the date to end just yet, you agreed to go with him. He drove you there, and the two of you left your shoes in the back of his truck while you walked along the sand, continuing your conversation from dinner.

Bradley was absolutely right about the sunset, too; it was gorgeous, seeing all the blues and pinks and oranges, and every colour in-between, painting the sky in front of you and the water softly splashing against the shore. The two of you stop walking and talking as the sun hits the horizon, the cool water gently lapping against your feet and washing the sand all around. You swear you feel the back of Bradley’s hand ghost against the back of yours as the two of you stand there, side by side.

There’s a soft breeze blowing, putting a little chill in the air, and you find yourself shuffling a little closer to Bradley. Warmth radiates off of him, and as you look at him out of the corner of your eye and see him bathed in the burnished glow of the setting sun and how it gleams in his eyes, you think all the warmth and light of that sun must have been soaked up into him. And the more time you spend here with him on the beach, the happier you are that you didn’t let the date end after dinner–and that you gave him your number in the first place.

Once the sun has fully dipped below the horizon, the two of you make your way back to Bradley’s truck as the night sky faded from dusky twilight to a deep blue. You do keep a few steps behind him, though, to admire the way he fills out his t-shirt and jeans from the back. He’d once again popped the passenger door open for you, and closed it for you before he made his way back over to the driver’s side. Then, once he’s situated in the driver’s seat, he’s peeling out of the parking lot and heading back to your place.

The windows are rolled down as Bradley’s truck speeds along the road, and the cool breeze from earlier is back and blowing through the cab of the truck. The drive passes by all too quickly, with you needing to give Bradley directions the closer you get, and before you know it he’s pulling into your driveway. He parks the truck and turns the engine off. A beat of silence passes between the two of you before you turn to him and smile.

“Thank you for tonight,” you tell him, and you catch a flash of his teeth as he smiles.

“I should be thanking you. I’m glad you let me take you out.” He’s so earnest, maybe just a bit too earnest, but you have a feeling that he’s not quite as slick as some of his friends had been at the bar when you’d met. Which wasn’t entirely a bad thing; as pretty as the green eyed blond who’d been chatting up your best friend had been, he seemed just a little too full of himself. Bradley was much more your type (though you’d probably wait to admit that, that’s more of a post-third date kind of thing, if you got a third date, that is. You hope you do).

Though you don’t really want to date to end, judging by the time glowing on the dashboard of the truck (which Bradley had insisted was only thirteen minutes behind and it had been since his father owned it, and was lovingly referred to as running on ‘Goose time’, which you hoped he’d explain in the future), it was getting pretty late and you weren’t sure if he had to work in the morning. If he did, then he probably should have been at home a while ago.

“I should probably let you get going.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and grab your bag, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think you almost saw a pout cross Bradley’s face. But he nods, unbuckling his own seatbelt.

“At least let me walk you to your door,” he says, and before you can protest he’s popping open his door and you watch him jog around the front of his truck to your side. He fiddles with the door handle for a minute before he gets it open, and when he does he offers you his other hand to help you out of the Bronco. You take it, and once you’re clear he closes the truck door–and doesn’t let go of your hand as he walks all the way down the driveway, up your front steps, and stops in front of your door.

The two of you stand on the porch, his calloused hand still clasped around your own as the dim, yellow light shining above your door illuminates the space around you. A few moths are bobbing and weaving around said light, a few of them getting a bit too close and dropping down before flying back up again in an endless cycle.

“Is it alright if I kiss you goodnight?” he asks, voice a little huskier than it had been all night as he breaks the silence, and you feel cool relief flood through you when you nod because yes, absolutely, you definitely want this man to kiss you, and it feels good to know he wants to kiss you, too.

You hadn’t been quite sure what to expect, though; would he be eager? Pushy? Sloppy?

Thankfully he’s none of those things–sure, Bradley’s lips are more than a little chapped, but that’s not surprising given what he does for work. But they’re also warm, and the gentle pressure behind the kiss has you closing your eyes and leaning into him. His mustache tickles against your skin, brushing against it as his mouth works against yours.

When you pull back due to the rather unfortunate need that your body has for oxygen, you take a moment to scan his face in the dim porch light. He’s got scars on his cheek, chin, and neck, you realize, and they gleam almost silver as you take them in. There’s a tiny smattering of barely there freckles that dot his nose, and one of his deep brown curls is hanging loose and slightly over his forehead. You wonder what it would be like to reach up and brush it away, but decide that the first date maybe isn’t the right time for that. His eyes are crinkled at the corner, crow’s feet softening his deep brown eyes as he looks down at you.

“That was… wow,” he tells you, which is probably pretty close to what you’d have said, because he’s not wrong. “I mean, better than just wow, but this is probably where I should get going before I make a total fool of myself. Thanks again for tonight.” He squeezes your hand one more time before he’s turning and stepping back off your porch to head towards his truck. You dig your keys out of your bag and unlock your door.

“Get home safe,” you call after him, and he waves back at you over his shoulder with a loud laugh. You step inside after you watch him get into the driver’s side, and close and lock your door as you hear the Bronco speed off into the night.

And about half an hour later, while you’re laying in bed, your phone screen lights up with a notification from Bradley–he’s home safe, he just wanted to let you know so that you don’t worry about him, and he’d love to take you out again, if that’s something you want. You look over at the sunflowers on your dresser, yellow ribbon still tied around them, and you can’t help the smile on your face as you tell him a second date is more than alright with you.

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ohhh my gosh your writing is so darn lovely! im also very happy that you also put love on asmo's parts bc he needs sm of it!! argh!!

anyways, i would love to req a soft mc! the kind of mc that's-

in flowy clothing, facing the field of sunflowers and the sea as one of them watches their hair flow through the wind. mc realises that their lover is behind them, so they turn and smile sweetly with the golden rays of the sun making mc look like a painting...

id like to request all of the brothers if thats fine! but i dont mind if u only use a handful of characters :) make sure asmo is there tho! >m<)

Hi!! Thank you sm for the request! Sorry it took so long to get done, I made a more small scenario route for each of them instead of headcanons but I hope the point still got across ! 💗

genre: fluff Ship: The Brothers x reader Tw: soft mc, gender neutral mc, the author knows nothing about flowers/where they grow, Spoilers to OG! Om! Chapter 16, Beel and Belphie's part get a lil angsty, References to the Celestial War, kind off ooc Wordcount: 1107 Not proof read !

Complete with you.

A picnic date between you and him located in a grassy field in the human realm has him thinking of you just a little more tenderly...

Lucifer

He is always busy, Busy with work, with Diavolo, With his brothers- He never gets a break

He stands in a field of tall grass, Him several steps behind you. He holds a picnic basket in one hand as he watches you pass through the brush with ease

Your hair, shining in the sun, A halo-like effect softly surrounding your body as your shirt/dress glided in soft ripples beneath the wind

“Luci, come on! I found the perfect spot!” You’d glance back at him, A huge smile on your face.

And he is weak, He feels his knees almost give out as he looks at you, He had never seen anything so blissful as you.

Speeding up his steps, He catches up to you as the blanket you were carrying is laid out on the ground below your feet- He sets the wicker basket full of food and drinks down

laughs and fun fill the time as you all eat and talk, His attention never leaves yours, The way your eyes are so bright, The way you laugh at his little jokes, Jokes he only makes to see you smile. 

He dreads when the two of you will have to return to the House of Lamentation. When the brother's bickering will fill his ears instead of your soft voice, But for now- The only people to exist is you and him. And he will forever cherish this.

Mammon

He isn’t the best with his words, He knows he can be a jerk sometimes because he doesn’t know how to regulate his emotions but right now? Everything is different right now.

He follows you through the field in a blur, He doesn’t remember the journey or any of the beauty of the human world he rarely sees because he was looking at you the entire time.

And now, He walks hand in hand with you to wherever you're taking him, He doesn’t care as long as he gets to be by your side.

The two of you lay side by side in the grass in the spot you picked, The clouds above you sway above you. He hears your contempt sigh as you fully relax, But Mammon has his eyes on you- only on you.

It’s times like these when he is so close to you- He can’t help but let his love fall from his mouth, In sweet promises and words of eternal love.

Words of eternal love are whispered between the two, Nobody else will ever get in the way of them, Mammon will always fight for that.

Levi

The small picnic date in the human world had been scheduled for weeks, Levi had tried not to overthink it, But he was not only going on a date with you, You! But it's also in the human world?!

The sun hit his back as the two of you stood at the edge of a pond, nobody was around- The only sounds were of the wind and your voice. Levi felt whole as he got to just exist next to you as you cooed at the small fish swimming around.

He couldn’t help but reach out for your hand, All nerves being thrown to the wind, as You rested your head on his shoulder.

When in a world where he can be completely himself, In a world where the only person he cares to take in is you.

Satan

Satan had been waiting for a day like this, Just you and him, Some sun, and relaxation.

And he was right, This is exactly what he needed

He rested his back against a large oak tree while you laid your head in his lap- He had been reading to the two of you, His voice breaking through the nearly silent air around you all.

Your eyes slowly opened as he stopped speaking, His face looked down at yours, He didn’t say anything, Just took you in. “What?” You giggled.

“Nothing, I just have never felt calmer than in this very moment, Thank you mc.”

Asmo

A cute DevilGram-worthy date? Sign him up, He’s already packed!

He basked in the sun as you led him to a flower field, Lush colors surrounded the two of you as you laid out the picnic made for two

A light breeze waved the flowers back and forth as you placed a flower crown upon his head, In return he tucked a white Lily behind their ear, Basking in each other's presence, Asmo knew he would take the flowers home and later on press them into a photo album filled with only him and Mc.

For now though, He will take enjoyment in having nothing but beauty around him, Anything he could ever want in the world is right here with him.

Beel

You had him sold at picnic cmon now, That’s how he found himself carrying not one, but two baskets while you walked in front of him holding the third.

The tall grass crashed underneath them as Mc laid out the blanket, Quickly bring Beel to the ground with them.

The food wouldn’t last long, You both knew that, But to have an afternoon spent in the comfort of eachother.

The wind softly waved through your hair as He basked in just you, After the fall, Beel felt like he would never feel such peace again, And for a long time, He didn’t. It was only when you came along and not only helped heal his brothers but also helped him to grow from his guilt and learn that it wasn’t his fault. He doesn’t know how he’ll ever thank you enough for the love you have shown him.

Belphie

He woke up to hands combing through his hair as he felt the sun beat down on the picnic you had made for two.

His head lay in your lap as you spoiled him, A tranquil moment in time. Nothing could break the bubble you all had created around yourselves- The way your soft laugh had brought him to sleep as you had treated him not like the demon he was- But a fragile and precious creature instead.

He rarely tells you, But the nightmares of his wrongings have haunted him, The thought of his hands around your throat has broken him from deep sleep many times, and it scares him. It scares him that he could hurt you like that, But as the two of you lay in the human world, Something he never thought he’d do again, Filled with nothing but love for eachother. 

He has hope, Hope for the two of you and hope for himself.

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I had a funny idea inspired by a tiktok trend where girls would get their nails painted the same color as their bf's tip

What would the different characters reactions be to their listeners having lip gloss/lipstick the same color as their tip?

Tiktok trend.

Alphonse

OH YOUR A FREEAAKKK?? Dw he lowkey into that.

But also is so amazed you found a color closed to his tip. He likes how the nails look bc they also have lil candy charms on them.

If you found a lipgloss/lipstick he lowkey can't help but stare at your lips. And how they looked wrapped around his dick

Seth

.....HUH??? Really surprised that he didn't know what to say for a quick minute.

When...when did you find out what color his tip was??? Did....did you show someone to find it????

The nails are cute don't get him wrong but....HIS DICK TIP COLOR FOR THEM???? AND A LIPGLOSS TOO??? SCOUT WTF-

Charlie

His face is bright red. CASPER OH MY??? I- UM....OKAY???

Blushes everything he sees your nails, he can't help but want your hands all over him.

Don't even get him on the lipgloss cause now he has a boner bc of it.

Finn

His brain got fried and now is bright red. Sun...Sunflower I'm sorry I think I heard you wrong?....No? I didn't? Oh! OHMYGODDESSIHEARDYOURIGHT??

Can't look at your hands or face or he'll flush bright red every. Single. Time. Teasing him is easy with the nails and gloss.

He likes how they look on you when he finally does look at them fort he first time. But now he's hot and bothered so can we go to the back please-

Faust

He's seen the tiktok trend and was wondering if you were gonna do it. Ngl he at first teased you saying you couldn't get enough of his dick.

But is a bit flustered by it, bc now when ever he looks at your hands and lips he's reminded of his dick and all the times y'all fucked-

Might get back at you and do the same thing. I mean both know that the color means something everyone else doesn't know.

Auron

You what- My dick tip color? Really? Wow Rookie how bold of you. Not surprised but is interested on how you found the color.

He's freaky and might be into it too ngl. Whore. But anyways he likes how the nails look and now he wants to kiss your lips more.

This is giving him ideas bc no one else knows except you two. Might tease you by wanting a picture with your hand wrapped around his dick to have when he's feeling 'needy'.

Lucien

Angel are you secretly a succubus and haven't told him yet? He teases you bc you act more sinful than him most of the time.

Likes how the nails look, maybe they'll look better when your sucking him off while stroking him?

Also will not let you leave the apartment bc of your lipgloss. Want the color that bad? Come over here Angel baby.

Jack

Frozen and blinking rapidly, wow...Buddy didn't know *ahem* you liked the color that much!

He's super shy about it and feels like he's overheating looking at the nails and your lips.

But he's also curious how you found the color so quickly? He might also know the trend from people he works with showing him things.

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a-maze-ing time together

pairing: non-idol!yoshi x gn!reader

genre: fluff + established relationship au

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: n/a just very fluffy hehe <3

daisy's notes: fics i punch the wall n sob over bc i want him

Yoshi… admittedly found it hard to say no to you sometimes. All you had to do was look at him with that sweet, sparkling look in your eyes whenever you were excited for something, and he’d end up folding all too easily. Case in point: you’d brought him into this corn maze with you. He’d told you he’d never been in a corn maze before, although he had experienced a few mazes in his lifetime. But this? This had a different feeling to it. The sun was sinking in the distance, and all he could think about was the way you were a step ahead of him, hand holding his tightly.

“I think we’re lost.” 

Your laugh bubbled up, warm as ever. “That’s the point, Yoshi,” you looked back at him. “We’ll find our way out. Don’t worry.” 

He didn’t: he was with you. Even if he wasn’t, he was sure whoever was running this had a plan for finding the people who’d gotten lost within this place. He just intertwined his fingers with yours instead, following you as you made another turn. “It’s quiet.”

“Mmmhm.” Flexing your palm a little, you adjusted your hand a little—slowing down ever-so-slightly so that you’d be more in step with him. “Haven’t seen anyone in a while.” 

Was it wrong that he was fine with that? The two of you had split off from the other friends you came with, and he swore that Hyunsuk mentioned something about dragging Jihoon or Junkyu into the maze with him before all of you met back up for dinner. He hoped they’d already had their fun and left to enjoy the rest of this fair: he liked having this alone time with you. 

“Are you scared, Yoshi?” You teased lightly, turning back to him. For a moment, your gaze flickered down to the black cat plushie he had hugged to his chest—held there by his other arm—and he could see you smile. You’d won it for him earlier. He’d tried to win another for you, so that the two of you had matching ones, but he was unfortunately unlucky. 

He shook his head, but smiled a little a moment later. “What if I was?”

“I’d protect you, silly,” you laughed again, soft and sweet this time. “I’m your knight in shining armor, don’t you know?”

If shining armor meant the matching sweaters that he was also wearing… Then sure, you’d be his knight. Did that make him your prince…? He didn’t mind all that much, actually. Maybe he’d tease you about true love’s kiss some other time, and press one against your lips while smiling. 

“Is that why you bought this crown?” He asks after a moment.

The sunflower flower crown was still perched on his head. When he stood where the sun was at his back, he looked absolutely radiant before you: a true prince, in your eyes. “Maybe,” you hummed. “Don’t you like it?”

“I’ll buy you one before we leave,” he said, squeezing your hand. The hay crunched underneath his feet with every step, and he followed you around another corner. The smell of funnel cake hung heavy in the air, and he squeezed your hand tighter. “I think we’re almost out.”

You slowed to a stop, and grew embarrassed. “Oh.”

“You don’t want to leave?” He blinked at you, curious. Wasn’t the purpose of coming in here to get lost and eventually find your way back out? Plus the sun was still setting—it’d probably be harder to navigate with just the hanging lights.

You averted your gaze, and gave him the shyest nod. He laughed, taking the step he needed to take to stand before you, and leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“We can come back tomorrow,” he said. “And get lost again, if you want. I don’t mind.” 

You pouted after letting out a sigh. “I have work.”

“Then… We’ll come back next year,” he squeezed your hand again. “Okay?”

That put a smile back on your face. “Okay,” you said, as if making a promise to him. You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. “Next year for sure.” 

Yet the promise didn’t stop him from coming back to the entrance with you before the two of you left. He squished into frame with you, cheek to cheek, as he took a selfie while the two of you donned matching flower crowns. It’d become his new phone background before the night was over, but it served as another reminder that the two of you would have to come back again next year and get lost all over again.

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Rejoice

Naruto redesigns be upon ye

The main point of divergence from the canon timeline is Naruto meets Kurama a few years early (and also Zabuza and Haku live bc i love them <33). This happens because he decided to go foraging for more food and ate a poisonous plant (think deadly nightshade), causing his Kurama's chakra to kick in and heal the effects of the poison and send Naruto to the sealscape. Kurama decides to be nice(r) to Naruto because he's not dumb enough to blame a literal child for something that happened to him as an infant, though he's not exactly friendly until Naruto thinks to ask Kurama's name about a year down the line, on Naruto's 10th birthday.

I've been super into my Naruto au recently. The current name for the AU is Punk Tactics because Naruto's (and eventually all of his friends) a full-on punk who actually wants to change things for the better rather than slather the status quo in orange paint.

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Because Naruto's got a millenium old genius monster giving him life advice and bullying him into self-sufficiency for a best friend, he's not really the dead last in class, but he's absolutely awful at tests so he still has the worst academic grades.

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A lot of Naruto redesigns take away the orange completely for stealth, but I decided to keep it because orange is such an integral part of his character (bright orange is happy, warm, demands attention, and is very distracting, all stuff Naruto needs in his day-to-day life), and also the kid who stole the scroll of seals and almost got away with it doesn't need advice on being stealthy lol. He also wears dark coloured clothing under the highlighter jumpsuits in case he *does* need to be ultra stealthy, as well as for extra protection.

For younger Naruto, I used bright but more pastel-y colours because he's more innocent and hasn't really become Naruto yet, but after meeting Kurama and growing up a bit he's embraced the obnoxious side of himself and has begun wearing it like armour against the world. He's also a thief in this au, and his pranks are both a way to get revenge on the village for mistreating him and taking attention away from the real mischief he get into (this also provides the experience he needs to eventually steal the scroll of seals). As he grows older, he wears both brighter and darker colours to signify embracing himself more as well his growing maturity, while also being an homage to his jinchuriki transformations.

Also, he makes the highlighter jumpsuits directly after the Wave Mission, where his eyes were opened to injustice that didn't affect him personally, and he goes from wanting to be Hokage so people aren't mean to him to wanting to be Hokage to change the world for the better for everyone, so the black also represents how much more seriously he takes things now and the orange represents his bright hopes for the future. The black is also, one some level, a way to mourn his loss of innocence after everything he's gone through and the childhood he never really got to have. (Can you tell I love nuance, layers and symbolism in stories)

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For the jinchuriki transformations I went hard into the eldritch cryptid type aesthetic while adding some symbolism. Hinata thinks of Naruto as the sun and herself as a sunflower always facing towards him and trying to emulate him (her name is written in hiragana but kanji readings of Hinata generally translate to something sun related), and Naruto's base appearance while using mass amounts of bijuu chakra looks like various cosmic events related to stars like an eclipse or a black hole. The eyes are inspired directly from Naruto's canon four tails transformation and Alternates from The Mandela Catelogue. It's also kind of representing Naruto's status as the black sheep of Konoha as he's entirely black aside from the eyes, and the oxymoronic nature of his existence - a glowing shadow, a genius village idiot, Konoha's greatest asset and pariah, a little kid with more life experience than most adults. Also it looks cool

The Highlighter Jumpsuits he wears after Wave are handmade and specially designed to take on Kurama's chakra without degrading like normal clothes would - this allows his clothes to become part of the shadowy body when he transforms.

I decided to make Naruto use a bo staff as one of his main weapons for a few reasons: sticks are the easiest weapon to find for a guy who spends most of his time in a forest, the idea of professionally bonking people with a stick is funny, and I love the stick and rope metaphor from Death Stranding. He can also just tie a kunai to it if he needs a spear

As for why Naruto doesnt have a utility belt or any kunai pouches: he adds a bunch of extra pockets and straps to hold things to any clothing he can and uses storage seals to hold everything. Some pockets are just hidden storage seals to hold things that would be awkward to fit into a pocket.

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HEllooo everyone!!

@whatevermywpis yahooo~ Here's the 2nd part of your request!!! Sorry if it's not up to par to your expectationss xdd I sorta rushed the research and barely know much bout flowers and the story might be half-assed bc im lossing braincells from school xdd.

and if you'd like to check more of my stuffs here's my masterlist!

Thxx for the wonderful idea!!

Hope you and everyone love it!!!

Malleus Draconia x gn!reader

Overview: "They're beautiful aren't they? Mmh....and I think this one suits you well. It means-....well...."

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It was a bright day! The sun high up the sky, sweet spring breeze dances in the whole city carrying the sweet scent of flowers.

And like any day, it has always been a tradition of two lovers to send flowers at each others doorstep.

It all started when they became friends. Malleus met them at his favorite place to take his midnight strolls.

Till it all went to occasional meetings at their dorm, or the silly invitation to attend the VDC together.

Because of their growing bond, Malleus discovers his friend's undying passion for flowers!

"Fufufu! Look Malleus!! I have successfully grown my garden!!" They said smugly eyes lighting up with joy and enthusiasm.

"I am proud of you child of man. I praise you for being able to achieve such a feat!" Malleus says.

He was definitely being sincere, how proud is he of his child of man to create such a beautiful garden in the once abandoned and forgotten dorm. He definitely enjoyed how Ramshackle looked before, a cold and mysterious vibe in it...but he definitely loves it more now that it shelters such a precious individual and now that the place looks bright and homey.

"Gosh~ You make me all flustered!! All the saving has been worth it!.....Hah, this felt so like home." They said crouching down as they gently touches their flowers. They looked a little forlorn missing their original world, the place they truly belonged.

"It may not be fully like the home you know nor can it replace it and the people you know and loved, I sincerely believe this place can be a second home for you." He says sitting down beside them.

They looked at him surprised, as a small blush creeps through their face. "Th-thank you, Malleus!" They said with a sincere smile. "Oh wait! Here!!....Tada!! As a thank you for everything you've done for me!" They said plucking some of their flowers and arranging them into a neat bouquet.

"Oh- but you've just made them bloom, is it really ok for me to take these." He says genuinely surprised and happy.

"Yes yes!! As the first person to be with me when I planted these seeds and the first person to witness them bloom with me you truly deserve to have them!"

Malleus was touched not only was he the first to witness their little flower garden's growth they even gave him some of the flowers they put all their heart and soul in growing. "I am ever so grateful for this special gift. I shall try to prolong their life as long as I can with proper care and my magic."

"Heheheh~! Don't worry my precious Daffodils will always remind you of our lovely and joyful friendship!" They cheerfully stated.

And ever since that day Malleus always felt a wonderful feeling blossoming inside of him whenever he was around them.

Day by day, his human friend would always offer them a bouquet whilst sharing to him every meaning of the flowers that he started studying a little bit about flower meanings and all that, and returning the favor by leaving flowers on their doorstep too!

He sends them sunflowers a sign for his undying adoration and loyalty for his human friend.

They send him chrysanthemums telling him how happy they are with him.

He sent them Gerbera daisies to tell them they bring him so much pride and joy.

They do that daily! As a sign of their growing friendship until it slowly went into the path of them courting one another.

A bouquet of purple lilac lay in front of Malleus bedroom chambers, a small saying of them starting to have feelings for him.

He answers by covering Ramshackle with orchids especially pink orchids basically him answering them he returns their feelings and bears pure affection and adoration for them.

They may rarely meet and converse so often but the flowers they send one another tell so much more of what they want to convey.

That even when the two were already dating they still continue with their lovely tradition.

Their love is blooming and prospering ever so beautifully like gentle and delicate peonies.

But like any flowers their love wilts.

It was unexpected to be honest...and Malleus barely saw it coming.

It was a normal lovely day till Crowley stops their sweet date and calls them to his office.

They come back soon after with a forlorn look on their face.

"Did something happen?" Malleus asks as he hugs them from behind and snuggles his face on their neck.

"....Malleus"

"Yeah?"

"....Crowley found...umm, a way for me to go home...." they mumbled softly.

His breath hitched as his body stiffens from the news....he got to admit it is great news for his beloved but for him....-"Ah,....have you decided?"

"...."

"..."

"...I'm sorry, Tsunotaro. As much as I would like to say...I still have a lot I don't want to give up from my world..." They said sorrowfully.

"...I see. It's alright child of man. I fully understand" he says smiling abit as he tries to mask off the pain and sadness he felt. He was hoping that they would choose them but of course...they too have their own priorities.

If he were to be put in their situation he might have chosen his kingdom as well...

pain is of course...unavoidable.

And days pass the day finally came...Malleus woke up his room felt empty and cold. He rolls to the side and expected to see his lover but there were none.

"Ah...they've already left." he says sitting up with a glum expression as he sees the bedside table decorated with hyacinths, delphiniums, white carnations, and hydrangeas.

Malleus already knew the message it carries even without a card or a letter and he still can't believe time goes so fast and the last flowers they'd give him would mean a sad apology as they had to go and leave him all alone again...they'd definitely had a happy life with him and truly did loved him but it was inevitable that they had to go.

He regrets that he wasn't able to convince them enough to stay but of course, they'd still have a home to get back to...if he weren't a prince would things have been so different....maybe he would have followed them or maybe they would have stayed more....sigh.

'It's already far too late...hopefully maybe they'll meet again....because he will be waiting no matter how long it'd take. He'd only love them and only them.' he thought to himself as he picks a piece of each flower in the bouquet and takes out a book with all the flowers that they'd given to her pressed and preserved so he could forever remember and love them. And their silent yet loving messages.

[savventeen]

the D in DK stands for Dihydrogen monoxide

pairing: dk x reader rating: G wc: 0.5k tags: fluff summary: seokmin just wants to make sure you stay hydrated :( a/n: this is for you @dokyeomblr bc ur last reply gave me brainworms and also hydration is important >:(

staying hydrated is hard for you.

not for any particular reason, of course. it’s just always been something that you struggle with. and no matter how many times people tell you how important it is to drink lots of water, you can never seem to remember until it’s hours too late and your body is cursing you for forgetting to take care of one of its basic needs.

you’re not sure when it was exactly that seokmin first took notice of your little predicament (probably the first time you complained about a headache in front of him), but in the last few weeks, he’s made it his personal mission to make sure you stay hydrated.

it started off with him giving you a water bottle every time you saw each other on campus, always making sure you took at least a few sips before he had to run off to one of his approximately 2380238 obligations. and then it upgraded to a personalized tumbler full of ice water — the cup was your favorite color and covered in adorable angry cartoon cats. when you’d taken your first sip from the straw, he’d smiled so wide and proud that you’d felt your heart skip three beats. (and then you’d choked on your water and ended up hacking up your lungs as he worriedly patted your back, but you try not to remember that embarrassment).

which brings you to now, the week of midterms, and the realization that you’ve somehow acquired your very own hydration fairy.

you know he has his own busy schedule to attend to, but somehow, every few hours seokmin manages to find you and refill your tumbler with fresh, cold water. sometimes there are even little pieces of fruit in it — "for the vitamins, y/n!" —and more than once, you’ve been so focused on your work that you didn’t even realize that seokmin was there and putting a straw to your lips until half the cup was gone and you felt like you could focus again.

it’s one of those times now, late thursday afternoon in the campus library, and when you turn to look at where he’s crouched down next to where you’re sitting, your breath catches in your chest. he’s tired, you can tell – who isn’t right now? – but even then, he’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. the golden light filtering in from one of the nearby windows gilds his silhouette, and the light of his soft smile brightens all of the dark, exhausted corners between your ribs.

finally, after weeks of keeping the question on the tip of your tongue, you hold up your nearly empty cup and ask, “why do you keep doing this?”

his smile brightens, a sun cresting over the horizon. “can’t let my beautiful sunflower wilt, can i?”

[gothamslostboy]

The Lost Boys

Favorite Colors

David

Black obviously

But he also enjoys a good forest green

The kind of guys who wants all of something when he likes it hence the full body outfit

At some point he dyed his hair black

Never did it again bc max said he liked it

Used to wear a forest green leaf lapel

Paul

Loves blue

Baby blue is his favorite

He wanted to make his jacket baby blue but didn’t want to look that different to the other boys

Sometimes he’ll wear a blue crop top though

Stole Gave laddie blue blankets when he first turned bc he was crying and blue makes Paul feel better

Marko

Like a jungle green

If he wants to feel smart he tells future victims it’s hunter green to see if they can pick up on his clues

They never do

In his human life his walls were painted green and it’s one of the only things he remembers about his house

Painted designs on one of the cave walls in green

He steals buys patches with a lot of green on them to save

He doesn’t use them most of the time

He thinks they need to be for something really good

Only time he ever used some was for his jacket

Dwayne

Likes black a lot & only Moss green beats it

It reminds him of the rocks from when in his human life he and his little sister would go to a river and play until the sun set

Sometimes if he takes laddie to the nearby river and scrapes moss to take home

Tells laddie how to identify the different bugs, fish, and animals around the river

Laddie

He wants to be like as many of his big brothers as possible so it’s green

Tends to go towards the lighter shades though

Lucy buys him a pale green teddy bear his first birthday after everything is over and he loves it

Named it D bc he was missing Dwayne that day

Star

Surprisingly it’s black

She just doesn’t like how it looks on her

Even though she’s stunning in it

Her second favorite is wisteria purple

Michael

He has 2 favorite colors

Wine red

Ocean blue

When he was 5 he got upset when he had to wear anything that wasn’t these colors, neutrals, black, or white

He and star probably name 2 daughters Wisteria & Ocean (fuck the sequels I don’t like em)

Lucy makes jokes with him about how she may be a hippie, but at least she didn’t go through with the names

Lucy

She’s a simple gal who loves pastel pink

It was her first and only favorite color

If she had a daughter she would name her Rose bc it reminders her of pink

Almost got to name Sam Jared but her ex refused when he learned it meant pink in Hebrew

Please someone give her a bouquet of pink roses she deserves it

Sam

He gives yellow vibes

I have no idea why but it’s yellow

Specifically sunflower yellow

Had a yellow stuffed dog he slept with every night until he was 12

Started sleeping w/ it again bc of nightmares after the attack on the house

He wouldn’t admit it but he really likes Marko’s jacket

Was half tempted to go back to the cave and look for it but chickened out

Edgar

He’d say some dumb shit like the blood of vampires

Last time I checked though vampire blood isn’t royal purple

His sheets are purple

Weirdly embarrassed about it?????

Alan uses this to get him to do his chores

“If you do the dishes I won’t tell Sam you wear lavender sleep pants”

Alan

Turquoise

If you ask he says teal but that’s just bc he can’t remember the difference

Buys people gifts and wraps it in turquoise wrapping paper bc he thinks it’s good luck

Somehow he’s gathered a large collection of turquoise socks

Will keep comics with a lot of turquoise on the cover even if he doesn’t like the book itself

Max

Blood red

He just says red if you ask bc he doesn’t want there to be any clues of his vampirism

Bought Thorn a red collar even though he barely uses it

Grandpa Emerson

Yellow

He doesn’t really care about specifics but Amber yellow always catches his eye

He got happy when he learned Sam also likes yellow bc barely anyone else he knows does

Buys Sam a yellow TV for his 16th birthday even though it just ended up in the living room

It reminds his of him wife & Lucy bc they were always so happy

He also likes orange a lot bc it reminds him of Lucy

[kobiiioo]

main reason why lihan can’t easily get emotionally attached to someone and is rather distant when it comes to getting close with someone.

another ramble about my spidersona and her loreee hurray !! 🙌 thanks in advance for the ones reading this whole ass paragraph 😆

yall probably only know that lihan has a big brother who’s a captain and who’s now 🪦 and that they had a really good relationship butttt i gotta elaborate more abt these idiots (bc lore and character development ??)

(if you’ve seen my tiktoks) lihan and suhhan are just two sillies who genuinely care for each other a lot and unlike most siblings, they have somehow the perfect, healthiest brother-sister relationship.

but not everything can be perfect.

lihan grew up with the pressure of becoming like/better than her brother at some point because suhhan was already the perfect child that any parent would want;

this led lihan being neglected throughout her whole childhood.

her parents were too focused on suhhan and the things he accomplished, fully supporting him as he was the first child but also bc he’s literally perfect, while for lihan they didn’t support her as much as they did for suhhan nor did they really took genuine interest in her;

it only made her have lower self esteem and confidence bc she studies languages and literatures while suhhan already graduated police academy and was soon going to be captain at the age of 24 which is crazy tbh ?? (+ most asian parents wanting their children to go to medical school with 12 degrees within 5 years whether they like it or not💀)

anw, for a proper introduction of suhhan, he has a really bright personality;

he’s literally the sun, a sunflower, always standing out, he’s smart, always first in class, has a great personality, he’s also good looking (which is a +++) and him being sociable & extroverted just makes him even more attractive. he’s basically good at anything you can possibly think of.

everyone loves this man (i do too).

and even though he has the strength to brighten everything around him, the only thing that couldn’t shine around him was lihan.

lihan could only look up to him, hide in his shadows and feel compared which suhhan wouldn’t notice at first. she wouldn’t describe this feeling as being jealous; she was more envious of him.

for a better comparison, suhhan is the sun and lihan is a ‘failed star’ (that one tiktok trend ☹️). and somehow fate choose her to become spider-woman, giving her a second chance to become the star she wanted to be.

but in the end, she can never be a star bc whether she wears the mask or not, she can never become like her brother; being honest with others and herself, have the courage and strength to stand up for herself and others, be responsible of her actions and the consequences she has to face, have a certain ability to control her life.

she can never truly shine since suhhan was the choosen star from the beginning and she doesn’t have the capacity to become like him.

so even if she’s very close with her brother and she knows she can never open up to him and she can never depend on him because of all these complicated feelings and all the pressure she feels around him + her being spider-woman makes it even harder to be emotionally close.

until now, after a year since her brother 🪦 it got much worse for lihan when it comes to relationship in general. she has much more difficulty to interact with people and to make deeper bond, feeling the same kind of pressure she felt with suhhan; feeling like she will never be seen for the real her, feeling like she will have to live under other people's shadows forever.

basically for a short summary,

her being neglected, being compared, people only noticing her brother made her become a child who doesn’t know how to communicate about her feelings !! yayyy 🎉🎉

this also explains why lihan is kind of distant with hb bc she just doesn’t know how to express herself and she’s really not used with this kind of emotional bonding stuffs which is also why i don’t/can’t really call this a ocxcc ship bc it’s ? complicated ?? and just not at the same time ??? (will elaborate abt this on another post)

anw legit teared up writing this but pouring angst and trauma in ocs lore is my biggest entertainment 😘 anw going to bed bc im writing this at 3 am 👍

[crystalmonk5579]

Haii totally not a suspicious blog post for my bestie @ninjapaste >:3c

Bazhagen/Duke Wyatt

A/n: NONE OF THESE ARE CANNON BESIDES THE EAR WIGGLES AND THE EAR PETS OK?! I'm literally just doing this bc Robyn is asleep and I don't wanna bother them lol anyways let's begin!!!

~~o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o haiiiiio⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o~~

Bazhagen:

Ok, pets fucking start off with the obvious, his ears are sensitive. Like not really sensitive where it could be painful, but like, lil tingles when you touch em.

His bf Lucian(my oc) will pet his ears sometimes

This mofo can get jealous as easily as a fly and flap it's wings. Like Lucian could be talking to someone from Durmitch and if they do ONE WRONG THING IT IS GOING TO BE A FUCKING DEATH GLARE FOR THE REST OF THE COVO

Very into pda but I feel like that's a given bc of his out going natured personality

This man will constantly tease Lucian Abt anything so be fucking careful when you're around baz, he will never stop reminding you of embarrassing things. Like you guys could be talking and he could call you kale teeth in reference to when you were talking to your crush and you had a piece of kale in-between your teeth.

Doesn't trust wild animals in Durmitch for three reasons, 1.) They're probably dangerous 2.) They could be used as listening devices for some magical people! And 3.) Lucian might adopt them and they're gonna steal his bfs attention away from him >:(

Honestly, I think he might be really fucking good at rock climbing for some reason...

This man is willing to pick up his small 5' bf and just smother him with kisses in public, no holds back all out, just to either scare someone off or just to show he loves his bf sm

Willing to just show up unannounced and bring you gifts if he ever senses you are sad one singular bit. "Heyyy, I saw you were acting not like yourself, and really really sad for whatever reason so I bought out an entire bakery with my friends money, you wanna watch the real elf house wives?"

HEAVY ASS SLEEPER ISTG IT WILL TAKE A FUCKING MILLION MAN MARCHING BAND TO WAKE HIM UP A LIL BIT/hj

I think he might really be into soda or root ear floats in a modern au

I think he might also really like axe throwing too, both as practice for fighting and competition!

This man's hair is so so so fucking rough and jaggy like look at it, it looks like a susuwatari from studio Ghibli movies except they're all greased up and spiked to make him look cool

I don't think he actually likes the leather pants he wears, like they're very restrictive and not good for fighting, not to mention it must fucking itch badly since I'd assume Durmitch woods are kinda like rainforests. And we all know that leather pants + humid/wet rainy areas= ITCHY ITCHY!!!!/neg but eh, who gives a shit!?! He looks cool in em

Cry baby when he gets a cold "OUGHHHHH LUCIAN WHY MUST YOU ABANDON MEEEEE?!!?!?" "....babe you have a mild cold, you'll be fine in a couple of days" "*sniffling and sobbing* WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO MEEEEEEEE?!?!?!?"

Duke Wyatt:

His hair is so fucking soft istg, it looks so fluffy and soft and nice to touch

I bet he smells like dandelions and tree sap from the woods

Modern day au I think this man would have a skincare routine ngl

I think if he could I would actually be really really good at drawing!!! Like omfg I bet his penmanship from song wriitng

Man will sometimes unconsciously death grip Lucian while he's cuddling him by accident

Would slightly die inside if his favorite patisserie would go out of business and he couldn't get his almost croissants anymore

This man gives like the bestest hugs ever istg, they're tight and soft at the same time and theyre long but not too long that they over stay their welcome

Honestly....he'd slay in a summer dress, LIKE ESPECIALLY THOSE DAINTY WHITE ONES WITH SUNFLOWER PRINTS THAT GO SO WELL WITH A SUN HAT

Very very good at dexterity shit with his hands bc of wood carving, speaking of hands!

Very calloused and gritty on the sides bc of accidently nicking himself while making flutes and other wooden things, carrying logs, wood cutting etc etc

HE IS A FUCKING HEATER WHEN JT COMES TO CUDDLING, HE IS PERFECT FOR EXTRA COLD WINTER NIGHTS

(Modern au)Hates and I mean HATES SCARY AND GORY MOVIES WITH ALL HIS HEART

Actually more of a cat person than a dog person, as much as he gives off golden retriever bf vibes tho, they're just a lot calmer and more nice to be around...and they won't chew up his flutes!!!

(modern au) any movie relating to animals dying like a dogs purpose, Marley and me, etc etc. They make him go through all the stages of grief for a 5 day period.

He really really likes flannels too!!

That's it for now y'all!!! Have a nice day/night/evening!!

~~(⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ byeeeeeee ⊂⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠⊂⁠)~~