#but if he can wait to get that silly little sword then so can i i guess

[robert-deniro]

VIGGO MORTENSEN

as Aragorn, in The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)

[angelic-muse]

unforgettable

a/n: i couldn't not write anything for his special day, so enjoy, and happiest of birthdays to my silly mosshead man. this was written with both anime and opla zoro in mind so feel free to interpret it as either.

pairing: roronoa zoro x gn!reader

warnings: just fluff, not proofread

summary: it's your lover's birthday, and what better way to start the celebration than to stay awake and surprise him at midnight?

...that is, if you can stay awake.

must stay awake... must stay awake.

the sentence replayed itself in your groggy head like a mantra, a broken record stuck on repeat, a toy train running in slow circles around your brain as you fought the urge to tip over the line between wakefulness and sleep.

zoro deserved more than that.

"my birthday? never really done anything for it," he'd grunted the day before after you'd brought it up. the swordsman had frowned, scratched his head. "kinda forgot it was tomorrow, actually."

and it was then that you decided to make this birthday — and all his next ones, for that matter — unforgettable.

so after some pleading with nami that then lead to careful rearrangement of night watch schedules (despite the crew's grumbling), zoro would be set to finish his shift at midnight — exactly midnight.

and what would he find when he returned to his room? you, of course, waiting for the moment he stepped through the door to shower him in love and birthday wishes, followed by a day of celebrations just for him.

well, that was your plan.

but the actual staying awake hadn't been part of it.

since your shift for night watch was the last one, just before sunrise, you were lucky enough to be able to sleep soundly all night till then. which meant you were not at all used to being awake at this time and your body was slowly but surely losing the fight to fall unconscious.

you yawned, blinking heavy eyelids as you turned to squint at the sky, the gentle moonlight washing the deck of the going merry in its milky glow. it wasn't quite yet at its highest point — still not midnight.

surely a little lay down before zoro returned couldn't hurt, right?

don't fall asleep, you promised yourself one last time as you settled into his own hammock, breathing in the lingering scent of him with a sigh. don't fall asleep...

zoro muttered angrily as he stomped across the ship back to his room, not bothering to soften the loud thumping of his boots against the planks, swords clanking noisily at his hip.

"serves 'em right if they wake up," he groused, "putting me up there at this time all of a sudden for no fuckin' reason—"

he cut short as he shoved into his room, raising a brow at the sight that met him as he rid himself of swords and shirt. there you were, curled up in his spot, sleeping soundly like a contented cat.

"the hell you doing in my hammock?" he grumbled under his breath, but zoro slid in beside you anyways, throwing an arm over your shoulders and folding the other behind his head. he didn't mind that you were here — he never did. sleeping beside you was nothing out of the ordinary anymore. he liked it, enjoyed the easy comfort and security that came with you tucked against his side; hearts beating in time, every breath shared.

it was right when zoro was beginning to drift off that he felt you stir awake. cracking open one eye, he watched as you sat up, blinking tiredly. "zo... zoro?"

"what got you up?" he murmured as you yawned and stretched your arms overheard. "m'here, get back to sleep." get back to cuddling me.

"the smell of a pirate who hasn't showered in a week," you joked groggily, rubbing at your eyes. then you froze. shit.

shit!

"no, i fell asleep!" you groaned, burying your face in your hands. how could you? you promised yourself you wouldn't, for him, and now... "fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck... i'm sorry." you peeked back up at him, lower lip stuck out.

zoro frowned. "huh? what the hell you apologising for?"

"i was meant to stay up," you said sadly. "to say happy birthday to you. at midnight. that's why i got nami to change your watch..."

rubbing a hand across his face, zoro sat up to look at you properly, blinking sleep away. you went to the trouble of getting his night watch changed and stayed up in his room just to say happy birthday to him? seriously?

he'd be surprised, but really, that was just the kind of stupid, endearing thing you'd do.

and so he laughed.

you blinked at him as his wide shoulders shook with mirth, head tossed back. an embarrassed warmth crept up your neck and you folded your arms, attempting to glare at him even as you fought to hold down a smile. "wh— it's not funny!"

"nah," he grinned at you as his laughter died down. "it's just cute. c'mere."

you yelped in half-protest as zoro grabbed your head to pull into his chest, laying back down with a sigh.

"you don't hafta... stay up until midnight or do shit like that just for me." he uttered after a moment of quiet, brushing his fingers through your hair. "you need your sleep, and i need mine. so just... just wait until morning next year, yeah?"

"i... okay," you sighed, trailing a finger across his chest, drawing mindless patterns over scarred, tawny skin, making him suppress a shiver. "i still have stuff planned for later, though."

"yeah? let's hear it."

"i'm not ruining the surprise, silly. but... i did get you some presents and convinced sanji to bake you a cake. among other things."

zoro snorted. "bet that shitty cook did it for you more than me."

"probably," you teased, tilting your head to look up at him. "don't get jealous that he might love me more than you, it's okay."

the swordsman scoffed, turning you both on your sides with a grunt. "maybe, but he'll never love you as much as i do."

you chuckled, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent; steel and sweat with an earthier undertone somewhere beneath. "i love you too, even though you still smell like you've never showered."

zoro barked out a laugh, tightening a thick arm around your waist to pull you further into him. "i'll take a shower for your birthday, how's that sound?"

you peered up at him and wrinkled your nose. he grinned.

"you're gross," you muttered with a smile even as you snuggled further into him. he kissed your forehead and you could feel his own smile against your skin.

"and you still love me."

"lucky you, huh?"

zoro exhaled softly, closing his eyes. "yeah, lucky me."

slowly, quiet draped itself over the two of you like the softest blanket, comforting and warm as the sounds of your breathing lulled each other to sleep after gentle whispers of goodnight and wishes of good dreams. and he rocked you in his arms, like how the gentle waves rocked you from below, mother nature's cradle for her sleeping children as they rested in an embrace so tightly woven with nothing but pure love not even the sharpest sword could ever hope to sever it.

and that morning, when zoro awoke to his dear lover smothering his face with kisses as they pulled him from his sleep with the promise of birthday gifts, he knew with clarity, such a deep, resounding clarity it made his heart ache—

that you, on this day and every other, were the greatest gift he could ever ask for.

nia's ask box is open!

[mayhaps-a-blog]

Also I love how we get to see Ballister open up throughout the film, not only learning to challenge the Institute but also just step down from having to be the perfect knight (so that no one can question his right to be there) to get to be a little bit silly, have some fun, cause some problems and just be alive in a way he didn’t really seem to be at the beginning of the movie.

He’s stiff, he’s formal, he’s terrified of hurting anyone or going against his training or the Institute; he’s nervous around Nimona and her antics, tries to downplay his role and just not cause a fuss. You can really feel the desperation to be perfect and how hard he must have had to work to become a knight, one slip and everyone would have made it such a thing about how commoners couldn’t make it in the Institute.

Then he meets Nimona, and finally gives up on the Institute, and he doesn’t have to be perfect anymore! He can wear shades and take silly pictures with a shark and swing over the couch and grab a sword and have at all those assholes who were always waiting for him to fail; he can get out there and be loud and be himself without having to worry about what other people think of him!

It’s just such a nice, slightly subtle arc to pair with the louder Nimona arc and compliments it so well: Nimona learns that someone believes in her, and she doesn’t have to be loud and angry all the time just screaming at someone to see her; and Ballister learns that he doesn’t have to be perfect, doesn’t have to toe the line, and can be loud and should be angry and is allowed to do something about it!

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Here, have a casual glimpse into my thought patterns and creative process:

*just scrolling about Tumblr and vibing to "Too Much Wine" by The Fratellis*

Too much wine?

Mihawk?

Mihawk drunk??

Wait wait wait WAIT what are they all like drunk?

GASP s h i n y h e a d c a n o n s

BLANK DOCUMENT HERE I FCKEN COME—

So anyway here's some headcanons about drinking too much (insert adult beverage of choice) with the OPLA boyos.

Implied that Reader is already in a relationship with each character in question.

I shall call it.......

HAMMERED

OPLA!Zoro, Sanji, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy X AFAB!Reader

NSFW Headcanons

Kinda Kinktober I guess? Borderline shitpost, I had way too much fun with this.

♫♬♫ Too Much Wine - The Fratellis ♫♬♫

I'll take the mead from the table

Talk straight while I'm able

Until I'm nothin' less than a crime

Zoro

"Y'know, I actually have four swords, but we're gonna have to go somewhere more private if you wanna see the other one."

Rum, sake, beer, wine, whatever you're down for drinking so is he.

Zoro's got incredibly high endurance and stamina—it's going to take a while for him to show that it's affecting him at all, but once it does, he goes from zero to one hundred faster than you can say "onigiri."

Literally no in between, no tipsy or buzzed. Just sober and then stumbling over his own feet and swearing he absolutely is not drunk the whole time.

All those repressed emotions that he hides behind a mask of dry sarcasm on a day to day basis are coming out in full effect.

That means you're getting one of two Zoros—goofy Zoro or sad Zoro.

Goofy Zoro's going to have his arm around your shoulders, laughing his ass off about that time he caught that idiot Marine brat swinging his sword around bare-ass naked so he chopped off half his hair.

He's likely to get pretty flirty in this state, even downright playful, especially if you initiate it, and it's almost definitely going to end in him dragging you somewhere private to fuck your brains out, because his restraint is totally out the window at this point.

If you end up with sad Zoro, he'll be laying his head in your lap and slurringly asking whether or not you think he's ever really going to be the best swordsman in the world, probably still beating himself up over losing to Mihawk.

Just comb your fingers through his hair and do your best to reassure him that you love him and genuinely believe in him. Whether it works or not, he's going ti end up falling asleep in your lap, so be prepared to be stuck there for a while.

"But like...you really think, like, I can beat that bird-eyed bastard? I mean he fucked me up with a goddamn butterknife."

Sanji

"There we are—a beautiful drink for a beautiful woman."

Turbo Flirt Mode: activated.

Sanji is all for pairing wine with food, but if you're looking to get a little sideways, he's going to want to show off his mixology skills to impress you—and he's going to be making some dangerous concoctions, the kind that taste like there's not a drop of booze in them.

The more lit he gets, the less subtle the flirting. If you thought he was clingy sober, you are in for a surprise, because that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Head on your shoulder, puppy dog eyes, telling you how pretty you are and how much he adores you every thirty seconds, with a big silly grin like you're the most amazing thing he's ever seen.

Brushing his lips along your neck and murmuring all the things he's going to do to you once the two of you are behind closed doors later—and he means every one of them, because you're utterly irresistible to him in this state.

He wants you giggling and blushing just as much as he wants you moaning and trembling under his touch.

Super playful once you are alone, even moreso than usual. He's definitely going to suggest doing body shots, he will beg if he has to, but honestly who in their right mind is going to turn him down?

"You're just...just so—so beautiful—honestly, it should be illegal."

Shanks

"Hold—hold my rum—no, no, just for a moment, I wanna see if I can do a backflip off the railing—"

Spoiler alert: he can't. Now he's lying on the quarterdeck alternating between hysterical laughter and "Oh God that hurt—"

Probably the most fun drunk in the world, but he can be a hazard to his own health as his judgement begins to lapse so someone's going to have to keep an eye on him.

If you're at a tavern or otherwise public location, do not under any circumstances let the man out of your sight for more than two seconds. He turns into a straight-up child, he can and will wander off, and you'll find him a mile away on top of a building, likely half-naked and singing sea shanties at the top of his lungs, with no clue as to how he got up there...or how to get back down.

He's developed quite a high tolerance over the years and tends mostly toward dark rum, though he won't turn down a stein of ale or beer.

Total life of the party energy—telling jokes and stories, he just wants to see everyone laughing and having the absolute best time.

Super, super flirty, he may as well have written the book on pick-up lines; and he doesn't care that you're already together, he's going to drop every single one of them on you just to see how much he can make you giggle or roll your eyes.

He's very likely to pull you onto his lap at some point and make out with you like no one's watching—he already doesn't really care who sees when you're both sober, but he really doesn't care after a little too much rum, so it's probably best to coax him to bed at this point.

He's perfectly happy with cuddling up, laying his head on your chest and draping his arm over you, just humming in contentment and falling asleep together...but if you want more, don't expect to get much sleep, because he wants you lasciviously.

To taste every inch of you, to suffocate between your thighs until you're screaming, to pull you onto his cock and watch you ride him until you're both too breathless and exhausted to do anything but tangle yourselves together in the sheets and drift off to sleep between slow, sensual kisses.

"Oh, princess, just when I catch my breath, you make me lose it all over again."

Mihawk

"If you insist on being such a brat about this, you're going to get what's coming to you."

Mihawk has a strong drive to be in total control of himself and everything happening around him at all times, which means he doesn't tend toward getting drunk.

But...he also has this wee little problem with his ego being larger than the entire volume of every combined ocean in the world. If you imply that you could drink him under the table...he's probably going to sneer and tell you to quit being a brat, but he's also going to be quite driven to prove you wrong.

He does love his wine, but it's generally only a glass or two to wind down and relax—he's definitely got a nice bottle of aged bourbon or eau de vie tucked away somewhere that's going to be coming out, because he's got something to prove now.

Unfortunately for him, due to the fact that he so rarely drinks heavily...he's a bit of a lightweight. Which he won't admit even to himself.

But it barely takes a single lowball of harder liquor to get that pale complexion of his a little flushed.

Perhaps just over three for him to start blinking a bit harder than normal in a futile attempt to get his vision to focus, to start speaking a bit slower to attempt to hide the slight slur in his words as you taunt him about it—which honestly only makes it more pronounced, and more amusing.

You had best enjoy it, because it's probably the only time you're going to hear the words, "Fine, you win," come out of his mouth—as well as perhaps the only time he won't be miffed about conceding. The alcohol in his system has him loosened up just enough that he can't pretend he doesn't find your boldness and sass at least a bit endearing...and even more alluring.

That being said, you're still getting punished for it, teased within an inch of your sanity, and he's going to enjoy every single second of it.

Setting his glass aside, plucking yours from your hand, pinning your hands above your head with a devilish smirk and slowly undressing you, his eyes on yours the entire time.

Trailing his fingertips across your bare skin, drawing closer and closer but never quite giving you want you want, his lips barely brushing against your neck, reminding you in an amused murmur in your ear that he could easily do this all night.

You did have the audacity to challenge him, after all—he has no choice but to remind you who's in charge.

"What is it, my little bird? Did you think you were going to get a consolation prize? You're still going to have to beg."

Buggy

"Bet you two thousand Berries I can shotgun two beers at once, watch this—"

And he basically ends up halfway drowning himself, but hey, you're two thousand Berries richer!

Honestly, there's no party like a Buggy party, because a Buggy party doesn't stop until someone loses a limb—probably him.

No, really. Don't let him use his devil fruit abilities. Keep a bucket of sea water on hand if you have to, because he may literally misplace one of his limbs and you're going to have to go on a Chop Chop Scavenger Hunt to help him find it while you're both completely smashed.

If Buggy's drinking, everybody's drinking, and everybody is getting completely fucked up. This is non-negotiable, he thrives on chaos and that's what he's intent on creating.

Anybody who passes out before him is getting something obscene drawn on their face in permanent ink. He can definitely hold his liquor, so if you can keep up with him then you can expect to be the last two living souls left conscious on the whole ship.

That being said, he doesn't care who's awake—things are going to get kinky, and he's really not bothered about anybody watching. Or joining in, for that matter. This whole operation very well may devolve into a drunken orgy if he has any say in the matter.

Then again, it may also devolve into him flopping dramatically across your lap and divulging absolutely all of his trauma in an emotionally-charged alcohol-induced rant. He won't remember it in the morning, so please do him a favor and don't remind him.

"Hey, uhh...I los—I lost my foot again. .....Sor—*hiccup* sorry."

[angelltheninth]

Meet the Expectations

Pairing: Gepard x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, arranged marriage, first meeting, teasing, hand-kiss, blushing, gentleman!Gepard

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Need more Gepard in my life, please.

Neither you or Gepard knew what to expect upon your first time meeting each other. You'd been engaged for years but for some reason whenever you asked for Gepard to meet you he refused. You wrote letters to one another, from them he seemed very well spoken, elegant, serious and maybe a little scary given he was always so formal.

You'd been polite but not afraid to crack a joke or two. Of course you couldn't see his reaction but you liked to think he found them funny. It was a wonder he agreed to meet with you this time. You were excited, but also concerned. What if he didn't like you? What of you didn't like him? What if he was an entitled jerk? There was no time to dwell on the what ifs, you were already waiting for him at the market. It was almost time, hopefully he didn't forget.

It was the exact time of the date when you saw a platinum blonde man walking up to you. The Landau family had money, but based on his appearance he didn't flaunt it, he looked just like any other person, with his plain gray shirt and dark blue pants, his family insignia over his chest and his sword being the only thing other then his piercing, breathtaking blue eyes that betrayed his true status.

His eyes were even more beautiful in person.

"I wanted to make a good first impression on you. I arrived right on time didn't I?" He glanced at his phone to make sure he wasn't even a minute late. "Sorry, I'm Gepard, but you already know that." He didn't say it in a smug or condescending tone, he actually sounded a shyer then you would have guess, "A pleasure to finally meet you in person."

"The pleasure is all mine." You curtsied to greet him and he returned the bow. It must have looked silly to the onlookers, seeing two people be this formal in the middle of the city.

"You uhm... look quite pretty, miss." Gepard smiled at you, his cheeks reddening from his own words? Could it be that he wasn't used to things like this? Even with the arrange marriage he should have had many people trying to win his favor. "I like your eyes, they go well with your outfit."

"T-Thank you. And thank you for inviting me here. I wanted to meet you for a long time." You hoped that didn't come out sounding too weird to him. Gepard looked taken back by the statement but not uncomfortable. "Is there anything you'd like to go?"

"Anywhere really. I want to spend the day with you." His smile put your mind at ease, "We should get to know each other a little before we get married." Gepard stepped up and offered you his hand. His palm and fingers felt tough, hard and rough from a lifetime of training and service as a knight. Something as simple as hand holding seems to have silenced him, as soon as your hand was in his he went quiet, looking around, embarrassed. Was he embarrassed of you? Or of the fact that he was holding hands?

You decided to try and see.

"So what do you on the days you're not with your knights? I've heard a lot of about your victories but I'm more interested in the man behind the armor. Tell me a little about yourself." Pretending you had to get closer to understand his story better you pressed the side of your body against his arm. Gepard blushed adorably, trying not to let you know he noticed how soft you were.

"I'm sorry to say that my usual life isn't anything too exciting. I spend a lot of time training, my sister and I argue sometimes because she likes embarrassing me for my singing skills, a lot of kids visit to get swordfighting lessons too. There's a lot of potential in them, but I would much rather them say kids for as long as possible." He had a caring side to him too then, now you felt bad for thinking he was gonna be some pompous jack ass who brags about his victories.

Flowery words can take him far but you needed to know that he was the kind of man you would want to spend your days with. "That's very noble of you. Most military people I know would be all to happy to have the kids want to become soldiers."

"If I had a kid I wouldn't be opposed to passing on what I know, but between you and me, if they wanted to, say be a singer, I wouldn't discourage that." He refused to meet your eyes when he spoke, "Not that I'm already thinking of having kids, it's just a thought I have, in general."

Definitely not a rude jerk. "It's still sweet to hear that you care. But you're right, we shouldn't be talking about having kids yet, we haven't even had our wedding night." At this Gepard chuckled, his face fully red.

"I suppose not. Come, I have a few places I want to show you." He changed the subject quickly, leading the way from one store to the next, in each being greeted by the shoopkeepers and them commenting how he finally seemed to meet a woman that might stop him from running all over the place seeking danger.

From what you could tell he had a great reputation in the city, he was both loved and adored. Yet he never let it go to his head, not that you could see.

"Thank you for today, Gepard." By the time the sun began to set you'd gone over so many places. Gepard wanted to show you as much as possible, almost like he was rushing through it all, "When can we do this again?"

His happy mood evaporated as soon as you asked him that. Was this the last time?

"Did you..." Your fear from before started to creep back up, "Did you only ask me here today to break off the engagement?"

You pulled your hand from his, not wanting to make him spend time with you if he didn't want to. "Wait! That's not- do you think I would do that? I do like you! Now I do. I only wanted to make up for the time we lost, and..." Gepard took your hand in his and reached into his pocket, "I have another mission to got on, I'll be gone for a little while and I thought it'd be nice to see you before then and give you this."

Gepard pulled out a silver ring with a tiny blue diamond on it. Your heart felt like it was gonna stop, he wasn't breaking off the engagement, he was making it official. "Put it on me, please." The ring was accompanied with a kiss on your hand, his lips softer then the rest of him, almost as soft as that big heart of his that now beat the same as yours.

"This is my oath to you." He whispered against your hand, eyes meeting yours, "And when I get back I promise to take you on a proper date, a much more romantic one. The kind that a beautiful lady such as yourself deserves."

[harfanfare]

Idia drabble, fluff, female reader! ♡

You know you’re in for a losing game when you have to ask AI chat to help you with date ideas.

Idia outrightly rejected places that statistically—he pulled up an unnecessary chart, to prove you—had many people visiting at every time of the year. Maybe for some exceptions for ungodly hours, but, while he really loves you, he would rather relax with you in a bed with a silly game on than wake up at 3 am to, whatever, go to the planetarium and stare at the cosmos.

And, we might do it in VR, either way, he argues with your every suggestion.

“Well,” you persist, glancing from the screen at Idia whose attention is divided between you with your half-hearted pleadings, and his game character who clears another villain camp with slashes of a grand sword and sharp arrows. “Can’t we get something to eat, then?”

“Instant soups are irreplaceable.”

“That’s why we should eat something else to confirm their superiority over other goods once again,” you lick your lips to hide a subtle smile as Idia grins at your debating point. It’s an unreasonable argument, yet you have known your boyfriend for long enough to know that these ones are the most convincing when you are out of ideas. “Like, churros maybe? Or those fine-looking cupcakes.”

“They have too much crème and are too heavy in taste. Have you ever tried one? They are like dry cake and sugar but with a fancy texture. Sooo unhealthy, mm.”

He says it as the bag that was filled with candy this morning, falls soundly from the desk. Idia was never one to say no to sweets, but only to the ones that suit his specific tastes: then, even the most logical reasons to eat healthier don’t come in handy. If it wasn’t for Ortho, and now you, he would’ve probably died from the excess of sugar from that sweet and sour gummy candy he loves.

You collect the bag before the little cleaning robot can ever reach it, and on the way to the trashcan, you bonk an empty plastic bottle on your boyfriend’s head. He should instil in himself some want of keeping his room tidy.

“So, the cafes are no-go?”

“Yeah.”

You take a seat again next to Idia and scroll down through the list of generated date ideas.

“Even the cat cafes?”

Idia opens his mouth to protest but finds that he can’t bring himself to do so. The silence is long enough that you stop reading the AI suggestions and lift your gaze up to Idia.

That’s the pause you’ve been waiting for.

“Then, it’s decided!” You clasp your hands together, and beam at Idia as he sighs at you. “I should have known that the virtual cats could never replace the real ones.”

Your boyfriend remains silent. The awkward expression he makes as two different parts of himself battle each other is entrancing; should he go mingle with other people to go to the cafe, or he will be better off remaining adamant about his vow of not going out anywhere? The fact he doesn’t roast you over this suggestion, makes it look like the former stance was a bit more appealing.

“Then I shall put them on your ultimate weakness list,” you say cheerily, getting giddy over Idia being wordless. It’s such a rare sight since he’s got used to the little acts of intimacy. Though you loved his stutters and furious blushes, the banter and suave smiles are welcome as well, of course. You can’t help but move closer to him and give him a peck on his lips. The single strands of his hair light up to pink, and you smile. “I am gathering an intel on you.”

Idia blinks and lays back in his chair, his game paused for a second. You know that gesture too well; in idianese it’s a sign that he changed his mindset to “it is what it is”, and decided that the worst case scenario might still be worth going to the cat cafe. In a fit of new resolution, his playful wryness returns in a heartbeat.

“Heh, yeah? It’s very wise of you to do so. How much data have you gathered already?”

You open a notebook app on your phone.

“Well, as I started putting it up just five seconds ago, there are… people… and me… And now cats,” you list out loud as you quickly type things into your phone. The basic font and too big characters make the list look like some kind of meme, which, in a way, it is. “And me, again.”

Idia snorts. “Basic info. Weak.”

“I could prepare your character profile. I know more of your strengths than weaknesses,” You say, and make a mental note to do a powerpoint presentation on Idia, this time with fewer memes and more candid photos of him. “But it's still enough to have you go on a date with me!”

He sighs again. Idia likes to make show off how much trouble he has to go through for you, but you don’t miss how his eyes light up, even if he rolls his eyes.

“I guess we can go for one short date there,” he tells you slowly, and before you believe once again that you have the magic privilege of a girlfriend, he throws a comment that quenches the flames of your self-satisfaction. “You are the one ordering, though.”

…No. Your fellow introvert won’t be dumping the trial of courage solely on you.

“Let’s take turns.”

“Offer rejected.”

“Let’s bring Ortho.”

“Offer accepted,” he lifts his hand as if he demands a pause in a game. “…But don’t you mind bringing my brother on a date?”

“It will be a “hangout” then. At least, until Ortho decides that we are too cringe and dumps us in the middle, then it’ll turn its status to a date.”

“Will he?” Idia ponders, but then his eyes land on you, and he smiles knowingly. “Oh yeah, he will. He might have implemented himself a module to go away if our cringe stat will rise over sixty per cent.”

“That’s a generous amount of cringe we can spread.”

“With you, I think it should be doubled.”

“Thanks, I love you too.”

“You’re welcome.”

[faeriichaii]

Greetings 🤗 could I requested how the fellowship would realise their feelings for reader and how would their behaviour change towards them? Thank you! <3

The Fellowship and how they would realize their feelings

A/N: I am finally back!! I am so happy to be able to write again and I apologize that you had to wait so long for your request :( omg I never got like a headcanon (??) request and like I am so excited!! Especially cause it's kinda a big group and like I never wrote anything for the hobbits or like for Aragorn or Boromir hihi <33 (Tbh it was like so hard cause I really noticed I don't really know much about their characters or well I don't really know much about them?? idk idk... so some could be a little bit off so I apologize!!) But I still hope you like this!!!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff (maybe some ooc behaviour) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.3k in total ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ

Aragorn:

I think he would notice his growing feelings for you rather quickly. He would probably notice this after watching you argue with passion about some kind of topic with another person. The way you stand behind your opinion and fight for the things you love and adore. The passion that lines every single word that passes your lips. The way your eyebrow raises at your opponent and their silly sentences, that absolutely make no sense to you. Honestly, I doubt that much changes from his behaviour because he already is a caring person. Maybe his hand would sometimes hold onto your hand to make sure you know that he stands behind you and your decisions. Maybe he also tends to polish your weapons for you and maybe he also prepares a few arrows for you if you decide to use a bow. And maybe, just maybe he shows you a few tips and tricks with the sword in order to make sure that nothing could harm you. Because he knows, that you can handle yourself in any kind of fight. But practice still helps to ensure your safety, especially in the case that the both of you get separated.

Legolas:

Like Aragorn, he would catch onto his growing fondness for you rather quickly. He probably would notice his feelings after catching you being so incredibly sweet and kind towards one of the hobbits. The way you immediately tried to help Frodo through his doubts. How you tried to cheer him up by telling him that he will make it. That all of you will make it and finish the quest at hand. You always try your hardest to brighten everyone’s day with your positivity and your cheerfulness. Legolas couldn’t do anything else than fall for you head over heels. The warmth that you always spread around captured him and his heart. He would probably (definitely) ask to braid your hair (in case you are totally unaware of the custom behind it). But he would probably also try being constantly close to you. Not in a clingy way. Well, more like a moth that was drawn to a flame. (Maybe a tiny bit in a clingy way). And oh as soon as the quest is over he will try to find any kind of artistic measure to capture your heart with.

Gimli:

Listen, he definitely takes a while to realize his feelings. But he would totally notice some kind of admiration after you beat him in battle. The way you just jump from one enemy to another and rip them apart. Your strength and the way you just push through them with ease. (He still will huff after you declare that you definitely killed more enemies than he did). He would also try his best to deny his feelings and try to act indifferently or like ‘he doesn’t care’ (Even though he definitely cares). He would definitely clean your weapons and sharpen them for you. After returning home he will forge an axe or sword for you. Maybe even a courting bead if the time has come for him to stop battling his feelings and just face them.

Boromir:

I think he would take a little while to notice his feelings towards you. Probably due to the fact that he mostly is being occupied by the power of the ring or maybe due to the pressure of the quest that lays heavily on his shoulder. He knows it is an important journey. So his heart did stutter after you reassured him with your kind words. The way you spoke with him and the way you just would listen to his worries. It felt like you really cared for him and his wellbeing and he really just needed someone to talk to. Someone who was willing to listen to him (especially because I feel that some people tend to misunderstand him). And you just happen to really want to listen to his worries and try to push him through it. Try to show him that you would be by his side while he follows the path of the journey. After he realized his feelings for you he would definitely try his best to take care of you the way you did for him. He would support your decisions and if you happen to have a bad day he would stand by your side and listen to your worries and just do the same things you did for him. Care for you and give you the support you need.

Sam:

Oh he would totally catch onto his feelings quickly. Probably after receiving your praise for how well he had prepared dinner that night. The way your eyes lit up at the first taste of the soup and how you hummed in approval at the flavour. He definitely would blush and smile dumbly while stirring the pot (definitely lost in the thought of your beautiful smile). He definitely would be more fidgety and bashful around you. He would probably also share some of his portions of food with you (In case you are hungry or you already finished your food for the trip). And maybe he would give you just a little bit more food if he was the one preparing the food (either for breakfast or dinner or the portions for travelling idk idk). (And maybe just maybe he would carefully prepare like a cute flower crown or smth for you.)

Frodo:

His feelings for you were definitely the last thing on his mind. He would definitely notice them however, after you carefully hold him close to you after another one of his nightmares he had. Gently stroking his hair while holding him towards your chest, mumbling to him that everything will be alright. He didn’t even notice the way he had clung onto you. But you didn’t mind that. All that you wanted to do was reassure him and try to give him the strength he needs to push through this. His heart filled with warmth at your kindness and at the support you lend him. Every time when he struggles, he just looks at you and he immediately feels better. He will definitely try to reassure your worries and try to be there for you the way you always seem to be there for him.

Merry:

I think he would be a little like Pippin when it comes to the realization of his feelings. Like, he would definitely not notice his feelings at first, but after you did protect him from a few Orcs, he couldn’t help but admire you. He wanted to get stronger (and maybe protect you too yk?) So he will definitely learn a few sword fighting skills from Boromir and Aragorn, but he will mostly try to practice with you. To understand the way you swing your sword and to understand the fighting tactics you use. (He also just wanted to spend more time with you) And maybe just maybe when the time has come, he will raise his sword against an Orc and protect you.

Pippin:

Oh he would definitely take his time realizing his feelings. But he does realize them, after he notices that you seem to be one of the only people who was not completely mad at him for his constant clumsiness. Yes, he made mistakes. But that is normal, isn’t it? Everyone makes mistakes and you try to explain that to him. The way you try to make him understand that even Gandalf or Aragorn took wrong turns in their lives made him feel a little bit better. You would explain to him that mistakes need to happen in order for him to grow as a person. Nobody is perfect, is what you told him with a beaming smile. But he couldn’t believe your words if you sat in front of him and just existed. He would definitely try and make you laugh as much as possible. Especially if the days or nights are rough and maybe everything is grey, he definitely still will try to brighten your day with either very silly harmless jokes or pranks.

[lowkeyremi]

hello, hello. I would like you request shiratorizawa 3rds boys playing Minecraft with their s/o🤭

I think with tendou would be hilarious

Nah bc Satori would be killing ur cats 😭 this is so cute

Playing minecraft w GN!reader ft. Ushijima, Tendou, and Semi.

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Ushijima Wakatoshi:

"How do you- I'm being attacked by zombies." His voice is nonchalant and he stares at you waiting for your input.

"'Toshi, use your sword!" You don't even look at him because you're fighting a stupid skeleton.

"Which button was that again?" His character is close to dying.

"We should have played on creative mode." A snort escapes your lips and he smiles at you.

"Maybe I'll lose more often if I get to hear that cute laugh of yours." You don't even have to look at him to know he's smirking.

"Better stop daydreamimg cuz I'm robbing your place." You laugh again.

His brows furrow, he looks so cute. "Hey, I've gathered all that myself, you can't take it." He shakes his head playfully.

"Quit getting distracted by my hotness, then." You smile.

"That's hard to do.." He sighs trying to keep from smiling,

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Tendo Satori:

"Satori!!" You scream kicking his side. He starts cackling.

"What?" He asks trying and failing to sound innocent.

"You snake! You burnt my house down!" It took you two weeks straight to finish your build, it was perfect.

"Ah... that was your house? Oops." It wasn't an accident, the smirk on his face said so.

"I'm so going to get you back." You scoff and walk over to his place and kill some of his cattle and his favorite cat— which is named after you.

"You killed, (name)?!" He screeches in shock.

"I'm not your minecraft bae anymore, 'Tori." You feel pretty satisfied with yourself.

"Two can play that game." His character makes his way to your burnt down house. He finds your favorite wolf in his pin and kills him. "Goodbye Satori junior, your sacrifice was not in vain."

"You killed my baby and burned my place?!" You weren't able to believe what happened in a little over five minutes.

"Okay how about we make a truce and I help you build your house again?" He knew you couldn't resist such an offer.

"Fine but if you burn down my place again, I will kill all of your animals." He chuckles at your childness. He loves that about you.

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Semi Eita:

"Did you kill them yet?" You ask Semi waiting for the green light.

"Mhm.. give me like two seconds." He was concentrating hard, but you can't help being silly.

"One, two." You count out very fast and he scoffs at you.

"Okay I'm done, go go go." He says and your character runs into the house of the villager he just killed.

"What's in there?" He asks with amusement.

"Let's leave, it's only bread." You let out a laugh from your gut as he sighs.

"Damn, this is like the fifth house with nothing good in it." He groans, it's not a big deal to kill villagers, its just time consuming.

"What if we rob the pillagers? It's risky but I'm sure they have some good items." You mention, it causes your boyfriend to smile at the thought.

"Okay, we'll give it one last shot." He was just as determined as you are.

Actually finding the pillagers took over an hour, you happened to stumble across one and it began attacking you.

"Eita, help! I found a pillager!" You scream and he laughs at you. It's so adorable to see you really getting into the game. Honestly, he's thinking about leaving you by yourself to see how you'd respond.

"Eita, where are you?!" You're fighting the pillager with your sword that wasn't as cool as your boyfriend's sword.

You can hear muffled laughter, indicating that Semi planned on letting you die. That bastard.

"Eita please, I'm dying!" The pillager gets the upperhand, it shoots you one last time and your character dies.

"Eita, how could you?! I thought we were partners in crime!" If anyone else heard what you said without context they'd be confused. Your boyfriend on the other hand broke into fits of laughter.

"I'm sorry baby, try to catch up." Eita lets out a small giggle. At least he waits for you to catch up before continuing.

Heyyyy, thanks for this request ily anon!! I think Tendo's is my favorite, he is such a cute menace. Anyways thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it :P

[visist]

Can I get one of OverWatch where the reader is the S/O of Genji, Hanzo, Junkrat, Roadhog, and Junker Queen? Like, How would they react to a reader who has a sword that looks normal at first but when their S/O sees their partner in danger, the sword reveals itself as a cursed sword where the blade changes color and their S/O changes into a demon form (whenever the curse takes effect) to protect their partner and change back once they're safe.

Yes!! Love this! Makes me all giggly. Never written for the junkers before so I hope this is up to your standards!

—❦

❦Junkrat❦

❦ He was so excited to be paired up with you for a mission, I mean who could blame him you were the highlight of his day. He couldn’t wait to impress you with his new explosive he whipped up the night before. Buddy was so set on impressing you he completely dismissed his surroundings.

❦ “Look look! Watch this!” He sent himself into a giggling fit, reaching for his prized creation. Poor guy is distraught when his hand comes in contact with nothing, didn’t help that he was slowly being surrounded.

❦ When I tell you this man let out the girliest fucking scream when you pushed your way to the front, eyes blown wide with your silly..bland sword held in front of you. He was hobbling back and forth, biting his already short nails.

❦ He was honestly a bit weirded out at the strange chant you muttered under your breath, didn’t wanna question it until your blade grew in length and shifted from a dull gray to this deep maroon.

❦ Sat there and watched your entire silhouette shift from human to this demonic creature, I mean you still looked the same just more…menacing and evil? Gawked as you rid of the threats in a quick brawl.

❦ Probably still distraught, hold him please. Definitely asks for you to go back to your demonic form. (Most likely just wants to touch your horns and inspect this new side of you.)

❦Junkerqueen❦

❦ Who knows how you both ended up against Mason Howl, the ex king of Junker town, dethroned by none other than your lover, Odessa.

❦ God forbid you let anything happen to her, especially when Mason had brought along his newly acquired ‘henchmen’.

❦ Odessa is far from weak, very very far. When you see her toppled over, one of Howl’s goons looming over her, you know you had to do something.

❦ Odessa was taken back by your little stunt, quite amused when you full on tackled the man that towered over her.

❦ Genuinely baffled at this new appearance you took on, hellish. Your originally normal sword now a deep purple.

❦ Definitely your #1 hype gal. “Hell yeah! Get ‘em tiger!” Not ashamed at all, probably brags about it to everybody.

❦Roadhog❦

❦ Didn’t expect for you to butt your way into his job. Protecting Jamison was always full of dangers, he never would want you to be caught in the cross fire.

❦ He’s too concerned for your safety when Jamison gets them into some reaaaallll bad shit. Definitely not good be distracted on the job.

❦ Gets himself into a bad situation from being so distracted. You definitely noticed this and jump in, knowing Jamison won’t be of much help if he’s dealing with his own fair share of punks.

❦ Didn’t expect for you to go from a normal person to this demented demon. Thinks your newly colored sword is pretty, he definitely likes the indigo better than the boring silver.

❦ He’s proud of you when you take on the guys with ease. He’s definitely bringing you again, he’ll be more careful next time though.

❦ Gives you an approving grunt after, he definitely tries to educate himself on everything. (He fails and ends up asking you about it.)

❦Hanzo❦

❦ Oh silly Hanzo for thinking he could take on so many people at once, I mean he’s strong! Very skilled in close combat..but sometimes even the strongest can get overpowered.

❦ Thank goodness you were there though, he knows you’re strong, not hesitant to let you tag along with him on ‘solo’ missions. The help is appreciated, as well as the quality time.

❦ Like I said, he knows you’re strong but definitely didn’t expect you to stomp up to the enemies with this new look of yours.

❦ Definitely mesmerized by your illuminating horns and body markings, especially your gorgeous new forest green blade.

❦ He’s very curious about what went down after you made it back safely. Please answer his questions, he’s a sweetheart.

❦Genji❦

❦ He’s very protective when it comes to you front lining. He knows what it’s like fighting with a sword, knows the blind spots and everything.

❦ So when you’re throwing yourself in front of your already injured teammate he’s definitely on high alert. Poor guy you’re gonna give him a heart attack.

❦ He’s forcing himself to stay calm, only when he notices someone creeping up where you can’t see then he panics. Literally throws himself in front of the attacker. (Human shield ❤️)

❦ The moment you heard everything going down behind you, you whipped around so fast you almost lost your balance.

❦ He’s fine don’t worry, just lost his footing from the force. He’s bleeding a little but the reassurance he gives you doesn’t stop you from stalking up to the person.

❦ He’s confused at first when your swords color is replaced by a dull, dusty, pink. He’s even more confused when your gaze darkens and your skin quite literally crumples off to reveal a more satanic look.

❦ Loves it though, thinks you look super cute! Even if the skin crumpling off is a little unsettling.

-❦

I had to rewrite this after 4 hours of work and it was literal hell🙁

-`♡´- Kisses -`♡´-

[deonaenaeh]

GENSHIN MEN AS YOUR PERSONAL BODYGUARD — HEIZOU & KAZUHA

bodyguard!au

prompt: you are the daughter/son of a powerful and influential CEO which makes you a delicious target in the eyes of your father’s competitors for blackmail thus, you have to be guarded at all times

characters: heizou, kazuha x gn!reader

➽ btw good luck to everyone pulling for kazuha and heizou !! heizuha wanters will be heizuha havers <33

✧ ┊ shikanoin heizou

playful bodyguard

sometimes you wonder how he even got the job

you used to find him annoying and “unprofessional” due to his chill and childlike demeanor and it is usually distracting

he likes teasing you lightheartedly and making you laugh in private

a lil’ flirty

he calls you “sweetie” and winks at you when he gets giddy 

but as time passed by, you learned to grow on him as his playful personality helped you cope with your stress and realized that that alone is enough to uplift you

apparently good at reading your thoughts and emotions

sometimes it freaks you out how accurately he can relay what's going on in your mind

he can tell when you’re sad and understands what you’re thinking and feeling without you having to tell him, which honestly felt refreshing having a father who is a busy man whom you always have to do your best just to hog his attention

has good intuition 

he’s saved you countless times from investors who he had a “bad feeling about”

at first you thought it was silly until you did a background check and found out one of your investors was secretly a wanted criminal for tax fraud

he generally just saves you from any harmful situation due to his intuition

he knows his boundaries and doesn’t pry on your business but damn he has helped you solve your problems multiple times

you started taking him seriously when you found out he was a professional martial artist while protecting you from perverts

then he stood up, fixed his tie, and smiled at you and escorted you as if nothing just happened

when you encounter difficult people to deal with, he will put a hand around your waist, pull you close, and get in between you and the other party 

he’ll gently reassure you and escort you to your limousine, telling you to wait for him 

but you just know someone’s about to get their ass beaten

he’s adaptable and can be many kinds of people depending on your situation: a friend, a partner in crime, and if you’re up for it, a plus one (or more *wink*) 

✧ ┊ kaedehara kazuha

gentle bodyguard

he really gives off such a comforting aura that you find yourself relaxing when he’s around the moment he gives you a gentle smile

he has a soft spoken voice that immediately puts you at ease when you’re stressed

he takes his job seriously and follows all your orders obediently 

very empathetic 

he’s really good at discerning your emotions and always comes up with ways to comfort you 

at some point he just became your personal therapist too

sometimes when he’s on guard duty, you can hear him quietly muttering haikus to pass the time

it’s a cute hobby of his

he got really flustered though when you told him about it and suggested he would gladly stop that habit if it distracted you

but you reassured him that his poetry was beautiful and soon he was sharing some of his best ones with you

ironically has soft hands 

but behind his gentle demeanor was a deadly samurai

you wouldn’t admit it but at some point you did underestimate his combat skills until he deadass just pulled out a sword, eyes glowing with anger, and slayed the whole board room when they started harassing you

normally you would’ve freaked out and have him fired on the spot but he was oh so beautiful and graceful as he did so

he sheathed his sword, not a single drop of blood tainting him and you 

then he looked back at you with those gentle gentle eyes

➽ this is just a little something i wrote for heizou’s first banner and kazuha first rerun! goodluck with your pulls and thanks for reading <3

╰┈➤ other works :

genshin men as your personal bodyguard — cyno & scaramouche

© DEONAEH 2022 All Rights Reserved

[happysadyoyo]

Oh! Oh! Can you do the human diguise? Just anything really.

But if you want ideas I'm thinking maybe...

Sun wants to read some books but he himself doesn't know where to even start because outside of a few picture books for abolute toddlers DCA never even held a one in their hands!

maybe about knitting? or general survival tricks? or maybe just some novels?

So Sun asks librarian for recomendations but in his excitment he goes thourght books far faster that should be humaly possible and then he catches himself and is seriously afraid but

the librarian just worry the books they recomend must be not what Sun needed because this guy CLEARLY doesn't read them at all.

Ahh you've unlocked a core memory of mine. I might've gone off the rails and put a little too much of me into y/n but here we are.

As always, Human Disguise AU belongs to @pillowspace. She just lets me play in her sandbox.

"You haven't even used your library card yet?" You're almost offended for the library honestly. A building full of worlds and your new friend hasn't even touched them.

"It's been a bit hard to find the time, buuut I want to!" Sun's quick to reassure you when you frown (pout really) at him. "I do, I promise. Maybe you can give me some recommendations on where to start?"

The magic words. Every job has that One Task that makes it worth it. When you had been a cashier it'd been your uncanny ability to pack bags perfectly. As a janitor, it was leaving a floor sparkling clean after a night pushing the waxer. And here?

Here it was finding the perfect book for someone to read.

"Okay let me think," you say, grabbing a cart of returns to push. "I don't know if you're more of a nonfiction or fiction reader. I need some clues."

Sun's chuckle is just a little on the shy side. Cute. "I'm not entirely sure I know either. Sorry." At your exaggerated sigh, you catch a glimpse of his gloved hands raising in mock surrender. "I really will enjoy whatever you decide!"

"Okay well, you've given me a challenge. Let's find a few things and see what you like the most." You shove the cart a little too hard around the corner, catching a misplaced stool. The cart jerks and Sun grabs it before you can tip it over and lose all your books. "Oh sorry! Are you okay?" This is what you get for being too excited.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Are you?" Sun rests his hand on you for just a moment, jerking away just as if he's been burned. It hurts, just a little, but he just seems to be adverse to touch. So you bite your tongue and deal.

"I'm fine. You're my hero, saving the cart," you say, watching Sun's face. He turns away, and you can only guess he's being shy. "Anyway, I have an idea for your first book."

"Oh?" He trails after you as you abandon your cart, far too excited. You duck into the crafts section, finding the colorful spine of a well worn book. "Knitting?"

"You're always so bundled up. I think you'll enjoy making your own mittens and things. Oh and! Arthurian legends. That'll be a good litmus test for what sort of stories you like."

Sun takes the knitting book and follows you as you go from shelf to shelf, creating a precarious pile in his arms. Your cart has been lost to the stacks, and you find yourself babbling about the different people you've helped find books for over the years.

"You love books," Sun says as you make it back it back to the reference desk to check him out.

"I do," you agree, smiling to yourself. "I read a lot as a kid. It was like... I don't know. Having friends? It sounds silly, I know."

"I don't think so." Sun brushes against your hand again on a cover decorated with embossed ivy and a golden sword. You freeze, and his hand lingers, close enough you can feel the tickle of his glove's fuzzy thread. "I think it's wonderful you were able to find friends in these stories. I can't wait to meet them myself."

You sort of stumble through the rest of the conversation, face hot. Usually it's easy enough to laugh off your own excitement sharing books, but with Sun responding so earnestly...

It's nearly dark out when you finally get off, yawning and stretching. You had to relocate your cart and spent the rest of the day putting things away and trying not to seek out your friend as he read. You'd noticed the one book, the Arthurian one, already back in the return bin.

Sun is waiting for you at the door, as he has been doing the past week and change. "I take it King Arthur wasn't up to your taste?" You ask by way of greeting.

"What? Oh, no! I loved it. The knights are so gallant. But it's so melancholic as well, reading their adventures. I feel bad for Lady Morgan the most."

"You do?" Sun is a reassuring presence in the evening light. "But you've already returned it."

"Oh, um." There's a heavy pause. "I think I just got so invested in the story I forgot to put it down."

You knew fast readers, and that seemed nearly plausible. Nearly. You still give a doubtful squint at him. But maybe you're being too judgemental. "I'll see if I can't find any happier stories with Morgan in them. She used to be a healer, you know. In the early stories."

"Really? Tell me about them."

You're more than happy to, tracing the memories of the old stories in the air as you speak. You nearly miss your road, stumbling to a stop when you hit an unfamiliar crack in the sidewalk. And it's there you say goodnight, leaving Sun to go home himself with thoughts of gallant knights and magic swords to keep himself occupied until you saw him again.

[modelbus]

hi!!!!! im new but ive read a lot of your work and its amazing!!

anyway, i was wondering if you could write a either hurt comfort or childhood friends to lovers, as a cc!tommy x fem!reader ?

it would mean a lot thank you !!! 🩷🩷

Why not both? Cue evil grin, mwahaha ;) ALSO! I’m back with that mcyt stuff!!

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Fem!Reader

Fighting Friends

You’ve known Tommy for as long as you can remember. Apparently memory formation starts when you’re about 6, so you knew there was a time before him, but it certainly didn’t feel like it.

There’s a photo on your desk, framed with a cheap plastic frame. Both of you as kids, him wearing sunglasses and holding a Nerf gun up to your head as you’re caught in the act of stabbing him with a foam sword (he shot you in the forehead after the photo). The picture just about sums up your guys’ relationship. It doesn’t need to be worth a thousand words, just two: fucking chaos.

Or, that’s what you two normally were.

It was a stupid argument, even you knew that. A silly remark you took too hard, something that stung too deep. He said it during a vlog, too. A quip about rather dying than dancing with you. And with those few words, you stupid crush-addled heart shriveled up and was shot through.

So you had retaliated with a poor jab, and he didn't get it, and it all blew up in your faces. To the point where your messages have sat empty for three whole days. There's no "GET ON MC" message from him, no impromptu "Movie now." Just pure radio silence.

And you hate it.

You loved Tommy. Adored the hell out of him, unfortunately for you. And not just because you had a traitorous little crush. He's your best friend. The type of person you always knew would be there.

Right up until he wasn't.

It’s funny how much colder it seems to be now that he’s gone. Winter’s blowing in, like it was just waiting for him to vanish from your life before taking over. It leaves piles of snow that you dredge through to get to your favorite cafe, braving the wind chill just for a semblance of comfort.

You used to go here nearly daily with Tommy, making you dependent on the warm atmosphere that you haven’t been in since five days ago. Have you mentioned how much you hate fighting with Tommy? The disruption to routine, the fucking ache in your heart…

It’s a bit pathetic, honestly. But that’s simply what you are without him. One half of a soul.

The bell chimes, and you drag yourself over to your normal table and pull out your laptop. Even when your world stops, the actual world keeps spinning, meaning you have work to do.

“Hey sweetheart. No shadow?” Your head jerks up, instinctively smiling at Laura, the aged worker who always serves you.

“Not today.” You sigh. “He’s… busy.”

“Too busy for you?” Her eyebrows raise. “That boy will show up eventually for you.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh, trust me, hon. He’s got those eyes when he looks at you.”

Hell if you know what that means, but you smile at her anyway.

“Want your usual?” She asks.

“Just a water.” You shake your head, the idea of a hot chocolate without Tommy seeming just sad.

Laura nods then heads off as you turn your attention back to your laptop. In the bottom right corner a Discord notification pops up from Wilbur, but you ignore it without even reading the message. You can respond to him later, which you’ll probably do at night while in bed. Procrastinating sleep, per usual.

A mug is set in front of you—definitely not water—making you look up at Laura in confusion. Hot chocolate, complete with your usual whipped cream.

“I—“

“Someone else ordered it for you.” She answers before you can even ask, a sparkle in her eye. Before she steps away, she leans closer and whispers, “I told you that boy adores you.”

Your eyes scan the surrounding area, seeing Tommy almost instantly. Blond hair messed up, his favorite hoodie and jeans on. He makes his way to you, looking sheepish.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out the second he’s close enough. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Laura step away. “I was an idiot, and I shouldn’t have said half the fucking things I did—“

“At least sit down.” You interrupt, knowing damn well he’d stand there and apologize all day.

Almost instantly, he drops into the chair across from you. You quietly close your laptop, leaving the two of you staring at each other in awkward silence.

“You ordered me hot chocolate.” You say just to break the quiet.

He ducks his head. “You always get it.”

The acknowledgment that you didn’t want to get it without him hangs in the air.

“What’ve you been up to?” You ask politely. Small talk is strained and stupid; you’ve never had to do this with him before.

“Recording and shit. Made a mod video with Schlatt and Wil and Jack. You?”

You drink your hot chocolate while the two of you talk, the argument hanging heavy over your heads like a storm cloud. When you finish the drink, there’s some unspoken consensus that you’ll leave together, him stepping ahead to hold the door for you.

“I scrapped that vlog, by the way.” He’s saying, referencing the one you had filmed with him. “Wasn’t enough content to put in a video.”

“I’m sorry.” You say, frowning, knowing that it was your argument that had made it such a short filming session.

“Why the fuck are you sorry?” He asks, staring at you like you’re an alien. “I’m the one who made that argument a whole fucking thing.”

“You?” You echo. “That was definitely on me, I was so snappish!”

“Bullshit, I started it!”

“In what fucking world did you start it? That was me, Tom, I acted like a little bitch about that one—“

You’re silenced by something, warmth covering your lips before it’s gone as quick as it was there. It’s not until he’s four steps back that you realize what just happened.

He kissed you. He fucking kissed you.

“Fuck— I didn’t— I didn’t meant to do that!” He exclaims, eyes wide. “I mean— Wil told me to just go for it, but I told him he was fucking insane man, I didn’t— I keep fucking this up, don’t I?”

“…so that was an apology kiss?” You ask, confused.

“What? No! I meant I was sorry for kissing you without, Y’know, asking.” His cheeks flush, and it’s not until someone shoves past you that you realize you’ve both stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

“It’s… it’s fine. Okay, I mean.” You say, almost positive your cheeks are the same shade as his.

Tommy nods. “So I didn’t totally fuck this up?”

“I think you fucked it up a long time ago, Tom. I’m doing charity work sticking around you.”

He laughs, elbowing you as you start walking. “I’m the one doing charity work! I’m a fucking millionaire, you should be paying to be in my presence!”

“Oh, yeah, you kissed me for charity too, huh?”

“Wha— well I— that—“

You laugh loudly, having to look away from him to catch your breath. This was your Tommy, this was what you missed.

“Oh, you asshole!” He groans. “Fine! It was fucking charity, how about that?”

Shrugging, you can’t help your grin. “Just don’t make it charity next time.”

His steps falter, but when you look over at him he’s beaming. “Deal.” He announces, but doesn’t make a move to kiss you again.

“…are you not going to—“

“I have to surprise you. That way it’s fun.”

Oh boy.

[yokohamapound]

Myshka - Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader

I can't believe this is my first Fyodor piece, but here we go... This is silly but the idea wouldn't leave my head for an April Fool's fic.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

He’s nothing but a silhouette. A wall of screens rises up before him, glaring like suns in the dim room. Information flickers across them in a constant, incomprehensible screed. You couldn’t read them even if you wanted to. 

He sits with his back to you, a ragged outline of darkness against the wall of brightness. A fur hat and fur-trimmed collar, only moving every now and then to look at this screen or that, his hands dancing across the keyboard like a concert pianist. You can’t see his face, but his hands are pale, long-fingered, moving almost with minds of their own, independent of each other. 

“I can feel your eyes on me.”

His voice is deeper than one would expect, from such a pretty face. Though he faces away from you now, you remember it well—sharp, delicate features, pale skin, shadowed violet eyes. The thought of being pinned under that stare again makes you shiver. 

You don’t know who he is, or what he wants with you. Just that he swept into your life, plucked you off the street, and here you are. 

Trapped, tense, waiting to discover your fate. Destiny hangs over you like the sword of Damocles. 

So far, all he seems to do is work, tapping away at his keyboard and humming to himself. Others come and go—a man in a black cloak, a jester in white who likes to poke at you and gibber nonsense—but no one seems to have a use for you yet. 

“Nothing to say, myshka?” 

His voice floats over to you, taunting. He insists on speaking to you, even though you don’t—can’t—respond. What would you even say? If you opened your mouth, all that would come out is a frightened squeak. 

It isn’t all bad. You’re given food and drink, somewhere to sleep. Whatever your purpose in this man’s grand design, it doesn’t seem one of suffering. He will keep you alive for as long as he needs you. 

Your silence finally seems to get to him. He turns in his chair, the flickering screens painting his features with uncertain blue-white light. 

Frozen, huddled, you watch him as he regards you in turn. A smile tugs at his mouth, an amused noise bubbling up from in his throat. Oh, you do seem to amuse him. Why is beyond you. Nothing you’ve done is remotely funny. Perhaps he simply enjoys your helplessness. 

“Look at you,” he hums, rising to his feet. “Still so frightened of me?”

His footsteps seem to echo through the cavernous room as he approaches you, picking his way easily between the wires that trail everywhere like vines.  He bends down to get a better look at you, his locks of dark hair shifting around his face as he tilts his head. 

Long, pale fingers reach for you and you cringe backward. The man lets out a low sound, seeming almost…disappointed. But that cannot be right. You know he takes satisfaction in tormenting you. Otherwise, why would you be here?

“Do I not give you everything you need, myshka?” he asks. “Are you hungry? Is that it?”

Freedom! you want to scream. Release me from this cage—

Suddenly, a head of white hair pops around the door frame, long braid swinging. The jester wears a grin like a carnival mask, his eyes crinkled with sadistic amusement. 

“Are you still trying to play with that pet mouse of yours?” he scoffs. “Just give it a morsel of cheese.”

Fyodor looks down at the cage housing the little mouse he plucked off the streets on a whim. Beady black eyes glare at him through the bars, tiny pink paws curled into miniature fists.

And here he thought the creature was warming up to him.

:P

[kenshiluvr]

AAA SO I ACCIDENTALLY LOST THE ASK BUT I REMEMBER THE PROMPT!!

double agents

kenshi takahashi/reader

summary: kenshi needs to find sento, so he uses cage’s agent to get to it.

tags: kidnapping!!, slow burn(ish), not established relationship, reader crushing on kenshi, johnny being stubborn, kenshi being a bit flirty at the end

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽.* :☆ﾟ. ───

A bright, blinding light shines onto your face, making you squint and your nose scrunch up. “Ugh-“ you groan, your head hurting a little as you come to. “Wake up.” The stranger’s voice grunts, footsteps stopping before you. Looking up, you blink a few times, adjusting to the harsh light in your face. Before you is… a very attractive man. “Uh… hello?” You fluster a little, unsure as to why he’s kidnapped you. You’re a boring person, in your honest opinion… the only thing you’ve got going for you is that you’re Johnny Cage’s agent.

“The sword.” The stranger scowls, crossing his arms. “Im sorry?” You respond, brows furrowing with confusion. “Your boss has something of mine. I need it back. Where. Is. The. Sword.” He leans down, hands gripping the arms of the chair you’re tied to. “Sword? Look, dude… Johnny buys a lot of useless crap. You should ask him!” You sigh, leaning back in the chair a little. He smells of an expensive cologne, it makes you a little lightheaded… not because it’s strong but because he’s so hot…

The man huffs, backing off. “Useless.” He grunts, shaking his head. “Sento isn’t useless.” He turns back to you, narrowing his eyes. “Sento?” You question, examining him. “Wait-!” your eyes light up with realisation. “Sento? Like the sword Johnny blew three million on?” You ask, watching the stranger’s eyes soften a little bit. “Yes. I need it. It… belongs to my family’s ancestors.” He explains, stroking his wrist idly. “I thought Johnny said that… the sword’s previous owners were all dead..?” your brows furrow a little. “Not exactly… we’ve been in hiding.” The stranger sighs. “It’s a whole other story… I don’t wanna get into it.” He mutters, glancing away. “Where can I find the sword?” His gaze returns to you.

“In his home. He has it framed… but I doubt Johnny would… y’know… hand it over.” You shrug a little. The stranger hums. “Then I’ll take it from him. And you’re gonna help me.” He states, moving behind you to untie the ropes binding you. “Uhm… I don’t know-“

“Help me or I’ll leave you here.” He threatens, helping you to your feet. “And… sorry for hitting you over the head.” He adds on, his hand letting go of yours. You almost grab on instinctively when it slips away, but you remember yourself and lower your hand. “Um… i’m sorry- but… who are you?” You ask. He must already know who you are, he must of done research about yourself and Johnny. “I am Kenshi Takahashi.” He nods. “And don’t worry, I already know your name.” Kenshi winks; you feel your heart explode. “Uh- right! The sword. Yup… let’s go… steal from my boss.” You fluster a little bit. Kenshi chuckles. “Not stealing… just… repossessing.” He shrugs, leading you out of the room.

You find yourself in Kenshi’s car, staring at the mansion of Johnny Cage… your boss. “I can’t believe I agreed to this.” You murmur, listening to Kenshi hum. “Don’t worry. We’ll be in and out.” He assures you, glancing to you, then back to the mansion. You sigh, unsure as to whether or not you condone this. “Can’t you just ask for the sword back? Why do we have to steal it?” You ask, glancing to Kenshi. “Don’t be silly. He wont just give it back and you know it.” Kenshi sighs softly.

“He might…” you mutter in response. Kenshi huffs through his nose, chuckling briefly. A woman you recognise storms out of the house, slamming the door behind her. Whilst you see a fuming woman, Kenshi sees an opportunity to get in. “C’mon-“ he gets out of the car abruptly, prompting you to scramble out after him. Cris, Johnny’s spouse, spots you, and her brows furrow. “Who’s this?” She greets you, giving Kenshi a look over. “A- um… he’s a friend…” you smile sheepishly, hoping she’d believe you. “Hm… I’ve never seen him..” she crosses her arms suspiciously. “Ah- uh… yeah, he’s real busy- but I’m busy right now, see you later!” You grab Kenshi’s arm, dragging him inside. Cris sighs and rolls her eyes.

“Smooth,” Kenshi nudges you, and you sigh. “Shut up! You’re here to steal from my boss!” You whisper yell back, leading Kenshi through the expensive mansion. “Where’s the sword again?” He asks lowly, sneaking through the home with you. “It’s on the mantelpiece. He has it framed above it.” You whisper back. With no hesitation, Kenshi rounds a corner, spotting Cage, and his sword. “Hey.” He calls out, and Johnny turns. “Uh- hey?” The actor’s brows furrow. “Ah- hi, Johnny…. I can- explain..?” you shrug meekly. I better not get into trouble for this… I don’t even know this guy..! you think to yourself. “Okay…? who’s this?”

“Kenshi Takahashi.” Kenshi introduces himself curtly. “Your assistant, she’s real helpful. But that’s not why I’m here.” He shrugs, approaching Sento. “The sword. I need it,” he turns back to Johnny, who furrows his brows. “Uh- no, you don’t. I paid fair and square for that sword!” He argues. Kenshi sighs, looking to the sword once more. “That sword is important! It’s connected to my family… with it, I can free my family from the Yakuza…” he breathes out the last part, sighing. “Give it to me.” Kenshi demands, his gaze falling back onto the actor. “What?! No!” Johnny scoffs. “That sword is one of a kind! Besides, the family that owned it, they’re all gone man.” He shrugs. Kenshi hums. “Not quite… we’ve been in hiding.” He explains with a sigh. Johnny tuts, “I’m having trouble believing that…”

You clear your throat briefly, bringing attention back to you. “Hey, uh…” the tension is certainly rising between them, you can feel it. “Why don’t we just talk about this? I- I’m sure we can figure something out so everyone’s happy… right?” You gesture a little with your hands. Johnny shakes his head. “No can do, sugar. Unless this guy’s got three mil’ in his back pocket, I’m not giving that sword up.” He crosses his arms… ever so stubborn. “I have no problem taking it.” Kenshi straightens his back. He’s getting Sento, one way or another. “You’re not taking Sento. I paid for it.” Johnny scoffs. “But it belongs, rightfully, to me!” Kenshi argues. “Bullshit! Where’d you find this guy?” The actor turns to you, narrowing his eyes. “Leave her out of this, this is between us now.” Kenshi steps closer, narrowing his own eyes at Johnny. “Give me Sento. Or I’ll be forced to take it in a less than savoury way.” He scowls. “Guys- can we just calm down? Maybe we can-“

“Not now,” Johnny waves you off. “Im gonna deal with this guy.” The actor scowls, squaring up with Kenshi; who is more than ready to fight. Kenshi spares you a glance, and a tiny wink. “Don’t worry. I’ll win this.” He teases… and you hate how easily this guy makes you blush.

[wolfytae-exe]

alr cici listen its nothing nsfw but i heard u like dark content n i just had to share this silly little thought with you lol

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGe1KnknY/

when i heard this remix i INSTANTLY thought abt one scenario -> it’s the middle of the war n prince!beomgyu finds out that his s/o (reader) was a spy the whole time..like just imagine a scene where they stand face to face, his sword inches from her face + both of them breathing heavily, the look of betrayal on his face cuz the love of his life did sum like that..

idk its silly

AURA OH GOD- brb time to write a drabble-

Love knows no bounds (a) (d)

Warning: Blood, Betrayal, Descriptive Death,

In the fight for his palace, Beomgyu, the only prince in line for the throne, lies bleeding in the grass, caught off guard while cutting through his enemies with his traditional blade, forged by bits of blade from his ancestors and various rare metals to signify his importance. The nasty gash across his chest up to his lip, eye, and brow bone, bleed excessively.

Tears well in his eyes not for the pain of the wounds that stained his body but for his home, his family, village, palace, and most importantly, his lover. You pleaded with him not to leave for battle, warned him of his death you swore a teller informed you about. If only he had listened, he would be able to hold you, his dear wife, with child and anxiously waiting for his arrival.

“Please.. Spare me..” Beomgyu shuddered to the knight adorned in full black, features covered, however, this being stayed quiet, looking down on the prince as low as dirt before dropping their sword. “I have-“ The prince started before coughing harshly, blood bubbling up his throat. “I have a wife. She’s with child, please spare me, allow my family to not live a life with one parent.” Beomgyu begged.

Tears fell as the knight crouched down to his level. Hand reaching for the prince's specially forged sword. “I know.” Said the knight, voice echoing within the helmet, yet still distinct. Beomgyu found it familiar and confusing, a female's voice. The prince went to question it before the knight ripped the helmet off.

No..

No!

He refuses to believe this betrayal. “Y-You..” You look him in the eye, his disbelief and horror paints a terrifying smile on your face. “I know, dear. I’ll be waiting for the news of your death.” You whisper as you raise his sword from the nasty ground. “You will die an honorable man, my king.” You continue while Beomgyu hyperventilates, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his bloody cheek. “How..” Is all he can get out, stunned, heartbroken, betrayed.

“I am not with child, my king. This was my assigned mission, I apologize.” You sigh and pull back, grabbing your helmet and putting it back on. “I loved you..” Beomgyu sobs, the heartbreak finally setting in. “You betrayed me.. You betrayed our palace.” Beomgyu’s hand reaches for you, as if to take you with him to the afterlife. “I love you, Beomgyu, I’ve always loved you, but it is not my choice how this goes.” You frown, you tried to warn him, you tried so hard to keep him away from battle and prevent this, but unfortunately, your king was too headstrong to listen.

“I’m sorry, my king.” You finish before pushing the specially forged blade through your husband's chest, the feeling of his heart piercing doesn’t miss you, and only hurts you more. “I love you.” You said as his eyes went blank, staring you in the face, looking for your eyes behind the helmet. The disgust, sadness, betrayal, and love lasted in his eyes even after the let go of the sword that stuck out his chest. You truly do love him, it was not supposed to end up this way, you were not allowed to love him, but love knows no bounds.

[ballblender]

Could you write for KNB where gn reader has tattoos that are usually covered up with their school uniform and during the summer vacation training at the beach everyone gets to see them?

Not sure which school you wanted me to write for, so i just made a scenario with Seirin + GOM/Vorpal Swords :>

Beach Training Camp!

Kuroko No Basuke with Tattooed!Reader

Kinda long, I like writing about KNB characters a lot, they're too silly.

It’s not like the guys hadn’t noticed the way you’d slyly pull down your already-long sleeves in front of them during practice. It got to the point where the team thought you were ashamed of your body, which led to a little intervention where they sat you down and started listing things that they liked about your personality, much to your confusion. They got really into it too: tearing up by the end. It was only until Kuroko muttered "You don't have to feel insecure around us, ok?" that you realised what they were trying to do.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Because that's not the reason I wear long sleeves!" you laugh out, clutching your stomach. "I thought you guys were trying to kick me out nicely!"

"...So what is the reason?" Koganei asks, Mitobe nodding along.

You chuckle a little more, still amused thinking about how long they must've been thinking this way.

"...Don't snitch."

The moment you pull up your sleeve, their eyes widen in disbelief...

...and not long after, the questions come flooding in.

"Is that a lizard?"

"Idiot, it's a dragon."

"Does this mean you're in a gang?"

"I thought the age to get a tatoo in Japan was 20."

"How did you get that?"

"Is it real?"

You chuckle once more, used to this kind of reaction.

"I lived in America, and the state laws were pretty soft on tattoos as long as you have writte consent from an adult. Got my first one a year ago, and now we're here."

Some turned to Kagami for some kind of confirmation on those laws, but he just shrugged, equally as shocked as they were.

-

-

Anyway, the events of the big tattoo reveal were 4 months ago, and it's still funny to look back on, even in the backseat of Kagetora's car, as you talk with Riko.

"But really, I never thought you'd have an arm covered in ink."

You laugh again, before putting on a cheeky grin.

"If you thought that was unbelievable, you have more to look forward to." you snicker, reading her confused reaction. She scans your outfit for stray areas of revealed skin, but to no avail.

"The hell are you planning..."

As you turn up at the beach, helping to unload the basketball hoops from Kagetora's boot, you see some familiar faces waving in the distance.

"Y/N-chii! Over here!" yells Kise, soon met with Aomine's palm to the back of his head.

"Moron, we're in public, you know." utters Midorima, pushing up his glasses.

Akashi and Murasakibara sit at a bench; one studying the antics and dynamics of the other three, the other chomping on a box of ice pops.

"Hey, I wasn't expecting to see all of you guys here." you say, impaling the pole of the hoop into the sand.

"Kuroko invited us, I assume we can stay?" Akashi replies.

You nod, smiling. "Of course! We're just waiting on the him and the others now."

Riko grunts, "Seriously, how can you invite people and then be the person who's late!" she exclaims, kicking the sand in an animalistic manner, earning a few confused glances from the others.

You laugh a little, before turning away, bag in hand.

"I'm just going to change into my beachwear, I'll be back soon."

"MAKE IT QUICK!" Riko yells, as you nod.

-

-

During your outfit change, the Seirin team turns up, jumping off the bus.

Immediately, Kuroko is met by a slap to the back of the head.

"Kuroko! If you wanna invite guests, tell your coach first!"

Kuroko mutters a little apology, timidly side-stepping away from her.

-

-

Eventually, a match begins. The Generation of Miracles on one, the Seirin team on the other.

Aomine gets a steal early on, before realising he can't dribble.

"Aomine-chii! Pass to me, don't just stand there, what are you looking at?" yells Kise, before his eyes land on you, jogging over with a more comfortable outfit for the heat.

"Hey, have you guys already started playing?"

Everybody just stares.

"...Hello?"

Riko is the first to say something.

"Lord."

There you stand, both arms littered with tattoos, along with ink traced along you collarbone and across your back. And don't forget the thighs.

"...What?" You ask, confused by the sudden attention.

Kuroko's eyes are just a little wider than usual, as he says, "I thought you only had one tattoo." You shrug, "Well, I didn't say I only had one tattoo."

Akashi squints his eyes at you from a distance, scrutinising you with his gaze.

"They look nice."

Aomine makes a point to act unbothered, but inside, he's freaking out. "oh my god they're a gang member i'm literally gonna get my ass beat holy shit i'm not ready i haven't even won an oscar before oh jesus i can't die like this i'm too young"

Kise on the other hand is very loud, commenting on all sorts of things, “Did you get those done here? In America? I have a fellow model with a similar design to that!”

Murasakibara just stares like a confused child, just glad that you’re here so that he doesn’t have to move around as much.

Midorima is also a member of team act unbothered, but backs up a bit. Not that he thinks that there's anything explicably wrong with having tattoos, but more so that Oha Asa predicted that "Cancers, watch out! You may encounter something or somebody dangerous today!". In hindsight, it was a ridiculous action to take; you'd always been so kind and welcoming to him and his team in previous matches and practice games, but we wasn't going to take the chance.

Kiyoshi is the first, and only person to laugh; he also laughed when you showed the team your first tattoo, he just finds these kinds of situations amusing.

Hyuuga and Kagami take the scolding route, half-heartedly berating you as you look at them kind of confused, they don't really mean anything, they just don't know how to respond to this kind of thing.

Izuki finds a way to crack a joke about the whole affair, much to the surprise of absolutely nobody.

Mitobe and Koganei compare notes scrawled on a little pad.

"Ha! I predicted it! 7 tattoos!" Koganei exclaims, as Mitobe sighs softly and hands him a ¥1000 note.

You giggle and clap your hands together.

"Let's continue the match!"

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Thanks for the ask!! Can you tell who my favourite characters are from the amount written for each LOL

Also omg an opportunity to write about Riko I will take any chance i get i love her personality so much