#i cant wait to see them in action. just their presence.

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Types of Affections

Them and how they show each type of Affection. Ft Dazai, Ranpo, Atsushi, Chuuya and Akutagawa

ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY

PORT MAFIA

MASTERLIST

HEADCANONS

words of affirmation

✧Dazai would whisper the sweetest things to you before you sleep asleep in his arms, snuggling on his chest as you both hug each other in the middle of the night. He personally would compliment you every time you met, his loversick eyes never leaving yours as you both hold hands.

✧Ranpo, is a type of a person who makes the whole world know he loves you. Everyone deserves to know how the great detective loves his S/O. He would shout how he cannot live without Y/N's presence and how much you care about him.

✧Atsushi, despite being the shy guy of this, makes sure you hear how much he respects you, loves you and that he was happy to finally have someone who accepted his flaws. Your words always made him calm, and he hoped his words did that too.

✧Chuuya would make sure you are heard how much he loves you, as he would say 'I love you so much Y/N' every time you return from the mission. He may have difficulty putting right choice of words, but once he is drunk he makes sure you hear everything he has for you. He love you damn so much Y/N.

✧Akutagawa, is not the one to be one with words, but he makes sure you are okay after any mission you do, his body despite trying to hide his concern for you, his eyes showed you how much he worries for you, and once in a while he would slip up how much he is happy to have you.

acts of service

✧Dazai, despite being termed as one of the most laziest people by most people, he would buy you a cup of coffee/tea every time you enter your office. You would reach your worktable and see a cup of coffee/tea, just for you by yours truly Dazai. Despite his disappearance, his gestures warm your heart.

✧Ranpo, willingly saves a packet of gummy bears for you, knowing how you love them and the smile you give when you get the packet makes him happy, the site of seeing you smile always warms his heart and he makes sure he is there for you to never let the smile of yours down.

✧Atsushi would be a kind of a person, who would make sure you never loss your things. He would fold your thrown clothes at the corner, knowing how tired you must have been after the mission and as your lover he made sure you deserved the rest you wait for all day long. He doesnt mind washing dishes or cleaning the apartment, as long as you are healthy and happy.

✧Chuuya would insist to make you both lunch when you both are alone back at your apartment. He also willingly helps you clean up the high up areas in your apartment (his ability helps a lot). Of course, that always ends up with you both cuddling and sleeping on the couch.

✧Akutagawa is a person of action, as his normal service would be making sure all your injuries are healed. He doesnt mind doing the grocery shopping for your apartment, seeing how tired you are. He cant cook, he cant clean but he can make sure the stocks are up at the house.

receiving gifts

✧Dazai loves to buy you flowers. He says they remind him of you, how those flowers get reborn into a better version of themselves, every time someone takes them down only to get them become the best. You often laugh at his explanation, but its heart warming.

✧Ranpo loves to buy you food, despite his carving for snacks, if your eyes lay on anything he is willing to buy it for you. He likes to buy you ice-cream every time you both go on walks outside.

✧Atsushi likes to write letters to you, maybe even small notes here and there, telling you how much you mean.

✧Chuuya like ranpo, would buy anything your eyes lay upon. He personally likes to gift you bracelets, or any of the jewellery he thinks suite you. He would be the person who buys you perfumes too.

✧Akutagawa unlike others, don't try to gift you anything. But in rare or special occasions he once in while would buy you a cup or coffee or tickets to show you wanted to see but neither of you had time too. (he makes time for you)

quality time

✧Dazai spends his quality time with you usually on you bed as you both snuggle close to each other, stealing kisses and sleeping.

✧Ranpo spends his quality time almost everywhere. He is like a lost puppy, who always follows you behind. But his all time favourite is when both of you walk hand in hand towards your apartment.

✧Atsushi and you spend your time taking scrolls in park, holding hands and laughing on smallest topics you both can think. He loves talking to you and listening to your voice.

✧Chuuya often would take you out on frequent dates, from fancy dinning restaurants to grass fields stargazing at night.

✧Akutagawa and you spend your time together in silence, just your presence enough for him to feel safe. Maybe both of you go grocery shopping together, debating if 2+1 was a necessary offer to take. Who says quality time is just dating them?

physical touch. 

✧Dazai loves the way you both have physically long time hugs, the perfect fit to a puzzle. He loves to give you forehead kisses and would give you side hugs whenever he passes by you, saying how grateful he was to be blessed by your presence.

✧Ranpo would be spooning you round, his arms wrapped around you as you both would sit on your bed as you would give him nose kisses only for him to kiss your lips and comment how it tasted like strawberries.

✧Atsushi would blush if you ever kiss him, but he gets brave and once in a while give small kisses on checks, while you hold hands walking in public.

✧Chuuya would be the one, giving you full kisses on lips whenever he sees you. Both of you love it when you both are in physical contact, your hand on his, skin on skin and nothing could come between your worlds. Hug, kiss, sleep you name it, we all it all from this man,

✧Akutagawa would make sure you are always close to him, as you both would stand whereever the situation is. He would pull the sleeves of your dress indicating for you to stand a little closer to him to which you would smile at yourself and hold his hands.

was this long for all you under 8ft shawrties?

[bluexiao]

#kunikuzushi, how do you love? 

—rewritten relationship headcanons (from “scaramouche, how do you love?” )

THEMES. (pre)relationship, fluff, domestic, character analysis, love languages, use of his real name

NOTES. okay, just a little bit of storytime on how i was so tempted to write this (albeit again) is that recently my mom got fractured and as i am an only child and away from home since i’m going to uni and in a dorm, it’s my dad who’s taking care of my mom. and oh my god. both scara and my dad are capricorns and their bdays are even next to each other,,, and i just cant help but like compare their love languages a bit (it may sound weird but trust me this will be good)

WANDERER / KUNIKUZUSHI 

He knows love—knows its meaning, knows what it does, and knows what its consequences are. Love is but a rose with thorns, pricking whoever chooses to admire its beauty and immerse them in its pleasure. Love is a danger, and far too humanly him. 

It will not be long until he recognizes this disgusting feeling since he met you. 

But as he was his own person, he chose not to identify it—to call it by its name. Out of fear? No. Out of instincts. 

He who didn’t have a heart suddenly felt love? Preposterous. Absurd. He wasn’t human, nor will he stoop so low to pretend to be one. 

Yet he underestimated you far too much—your… charm… so to speak, along with the unpredictability of your actions. How you show up and how your lips curl up in a gentle smile and how his name slips out of them ever so… gentle. Everything about you is gentle, and kind, and so… so-

“Good morning, Kunikuzushi” 

His jaw tightens and he dreaded for the sudden presence almost immediately as it had appeared. 

“It’s you.” It’s always been you—the only one that actually makes him want to run away from. But he won’t, no. He wouldn’t give you the pleasure to know, not ever. 

“It’s me,” you smiled, “hey, I haven’t seen you for a while. You even changed your outfit! Blue looks good on you.” 

He scoffs, almost out of instinct. It is true that it has been a while since he last saw you and yet, it felt like it was just yesterday. And with that thought, he couldn’t bear to look directly in your eyes that with a hand on his hat, he looks away. 

“There’s no need for pleasantries,”—like usual, he replies, and he adds on, “but it’s not much of a surprise to see you again, Y/n.” 

Which actually translates to “it’s nice to see you again”. 

The only time he will actually “confess” with such feelings in mind to you is never—not outrightly or with words, but rather by his actions. 

The indication you may want to look out for is when he himself attentively seeks you out, if you see him often, and if he actually stays with you for a long time, almost the whole day—actually, even if he spares you just a bit of it would be a good indicator. 

When he places an arm over your form whenever there’s an incoming enemy, muttering a “Move back” and makes sure you would actually listen before he proceeds to atack and defeat anyone on his way—both of yours.

When he offers his hand every time there’s a steep slope that you had to pass by, scoffing at your surprised look and says “Couldn’t have you fall down and whine all the way back. Now, come on, lend me your hand before I change my mind.” 

When he waits for you until you finish your work—you’d almost think he wouldn’t since it took you a while, only to find that he’s still there, arms crossed over his chest as he’s leaning on a wall on a far corner, yet it’s still enough to have you visible from his view. “What? Why are you looking at me with that face? I’m not tired, is that what you’re thinking? I don’t tire easily, human.” 

And whenever you’re sick or you’re injured, he will be more silent than he ever was, by your side with pursed lips, nursing you back to health. Even without him actually saying it, you will know how affected he was just by seeing your state. If he told you of his history, you’d know right away that seeing your fragility, vulnerability, your mortality… it can trigger memories that were not really the nicest to him. 

“What happened?” 

For a moment, you can see the hurt in his eyes, struggling to find the right words even if you knew you could explain the situation very well only to falter right in front of him. With this side of him. 

“Kuni, I… I just-“ 

‘How can you be so careless?” His voice was weaker, much more gentle despite its usual tone still laced with it. Yet the Wanderer finds himself unable to change his disposition, not with you like this. 

“Humans…” he mutters under his own breath, and you are unable to speak any more. 

But despite everything, he only knows love, he spent most of his lifetime seeing it as a nuisance, a danger. He did not want to love, did not want the desire to flow in his mechanical and heartless body. 

And yet, it seems that even a puppet without a heart like him can. Love—whatever it is. 

“I love you,” it was you who confessed, “Kunikuzushi.” 

Despite already knowing it deep down, the crease on his brow was visible despite how he tried to look calm, but as you didn’t see such a tiny detail with your head bowed down, you continued on. 

“It’s getting… I mean, I don’t know if you really like me the same way, or you’re just too bored on your own or just treat me as a friend, but… but I don’t think I can go on without being honest to you.” 

Only when you looked directly at him did he feel it—a pang in his empty mechanical chest and a pressure on his shoulders. 

“I don’t like you as just a friend, Kuni.”

A minute or two passes—that’s what you felt like anyway as you melt under his gaze, awaiting for his answer or just… anything! 

“Ugh… why…” 

Then his facade fades, all by a bite on the lip as he looks away for a moment with a hand on his hat. And even if he tried to retract his face away from your view, you could still see enough to notice the pinkish red hue on the skin of his face, all the more so with his exposed ear. 

And as if the pressure in the air gives up to gravity, that same weight on your own shoulders eases up, eyes widening at the sight in front of you. 

Then he peeks from his hat and glares at you, “Why… why are you doing this to me, Y/n?” 

The transition to dating wouldn’t even make much of a big difference, actually. That was what he realized when you two were already “dating” so it seems. Frankly, he was confused by it, only to come up with the conclusion that it is better this way anyway. You and him… are just you and him, there was no need for extravagance and grand changes. 

But really, it was because you two were already comfortable with each other. And the only thing that changed was… 

You blink your eyes open and you welcome the sight of him right in front of you, his soft laughter enveloping your ears as he grins at you. You didn’t know what amuses him so much that he can smile like that, but… 

“What? What is it, Kuni? Did I…” 

“You fell asleep just from reading a couple of books. To think you’d be this lazy in studying, darling.” 

He then leans in and presses his lips on your forehead, not before swiping his palm on them and scoffing afterwards. “Overworking doesn’t make you more intelligent. How about falling asleep on an actual bed so you can have an adequate amount of energy left,” he crosses his arms, “Actually. Sleep on the bed now, or I’ll have to carry you instead.”

He scolds you more… and also kisses you too. A lot of it consists of pecks here and there, it doesn’t really matter to him when or where. He doesn't care if people saw or not—if they did, it’s a good thing anyway, they’d know who they’ll come up against if they ever mess with you. 

He’s with you most of the time but in times that you’re not and he’s having his own travels alone—which happens quite rarely, actually, he would always go home immediately. He’s not that privy of having to part from you for so long—not that he’d admit that outrightly, but you’d notice it straight away. 

And if he does part with you for a while, he will make you give him your handkerchief or anything small that belongs to you, something that reminds him of you and the home he will go home to. That he’s not just a wanderer now. 

He’s just… him with you. 

And that’s how he loves. He loves slow, but he loves with just… himself, his entire being. Even without a heart, he knew of love. He knew of you. 

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[crimsonji]

*slides into your asks* KAZ KAZ KAZ!!! HIIII!! I SAW YOU TAKING REQUESTS FOR SCARA??? Well I have a crack-ish idea xD could i request him together with a very oblivious crush? I want to see him pulling his hair out in frustration at when the reader can't read the room or like:

“where u flirting with me?"

“idiot. Ive been trying to do so for months.”

-kinda vibes 😂😂😂 tho dont force yourself if u cant write these~ I understand SO HAVE A GOOD DAY AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELD UEUEUEUE!! ILY /p

- Jade 👻

୨୧ wanderer has a crush but reader is oblivious

ft. wanderer x gn!reader

cw: fluff, wrote this in 40 mins brainrotting lmao, wanderer calls you stupid, gave up on formatting bcus IM TIRED

>> 🍁 kazuha’s musings : augh I cannot will myself to draw rn so this is like the perfect ask I can use to word vomit. anyways YES OBLIVIOUS X OBV INTO THEM IS MY FAVOURITE THING EVER.

Wanderer has already signed his death wish once he accidentally fell head over heels for you, and it’s so frustrating how every single thing you do is so breathtaking to him—and he doesn’t even have a breath to begin with.

He’s so torn up about his feelings, a part of him wants to know how you feel about him, if you also stay up on cold nights wondering how your warm hand would feel against his cold skin, or the events of his travels with you replaying in his mind until he ultimately falls asleep.

Maybe he’ll never know that, because unfortunately for Wanderer, you’re the biggest idiot he’s ever met in his life. When the wanderer had accepted his newfound feelings for you, the only way he knew to react was to treat you with a meaner attitude. Yet his mannerisms were different—maybe even caring at times?

He has a habit of insulting people due to his huge superiority complex, but Wanderer just insults you whenever you do anything he finds attractive. Like, “Why are you smiling so much? It looks stupid on you.” or “What, are you just so happy to be in the presence of a creation the equivalent of a god? Wh— you are? …Shut up already, lowly human.”

His mean comments tread on the line of flirtatious overtime, and he grimaces whenever you just brush it off as his usual bitter personality. He’s weirdly good at finding back-handed ways to compliment you, “Your cooking tastes good, I bet I could do better, though.” and it pisses him off when you give him the same oblivious look every time—you idiot, when will you realize he adores every single thing about you?! Not like he’s been very apparent himself, though…

One time the Wanderer had picked some flowers and almost shyly handed you to them, anxiously waiting for your reaction as he held out the Sumeru roses in front of you “Hey, you like flowers, right? …Since you’ve done so much for me, here… ?! Why are you just gawking at me like that—? Take it already or I’m throwing them away.” Yet your response made the Wanderer want to dissolve right then and there, smiling and taking the bouquet from his hands, Wanderer nearly shivering at the faint contact of your fingertips against his.

“Thank you, Wanderer.”

“…Idiot.”

Oh archons, Wanderer’s really dug himself into a hole. And what’s even more frustrating is that you don’t even see any romantic intentions in the random flowers he gives you, something that had became a daily occurrence. But no way in hell was Wanderer gonna swallow his pride and straight up TELL you he likes you, he’d rather die than do that.

Tbh the progression of how much more romantic or affectionate his actions become is almost depressing to see, the only thing Wanderer receiving is a tilt of the head and a cute smile—not like that wasn’t enough of a reward for him, anyway, but those stupid horribly enchanting eyes of yours gave away how dense you were being to his feelings!!!!

At some point all of this has just been bubbling up under the surface of his chest, so on one fateful night, some of the Wanderer’s feelings finally slip past his lips. You had set up a campsite for the night, the calm fire that gurgled and popped emitting a kind warmth and light that perfectly reflected off your features—you looked really pretty right now, you always did. These thoughts regularly came to Wanderer’s mind, and he used to adamantly push them away, but he’s long accepted this horrible thing called ‘affection’— so these bubbling thoughts continued to drift and be pondered upon his mind.

“…You’re pretty.” he whispers

He watches you perk your head, turning to the man with wide-eyes from where he sat a reasonable distance away from you. “Huh?”

Wanderer scoffed, repeating himself louder this time “I said—you’re pretty.”

You paused, lips parted but the words fell dead on your tongue. He narrowed his eyes at you, he wasn’t gonna confess, not today, but he’s sick of seeing that dumb look on your face all the time.

“…Thank you?” he only grimaced more at your usual response.

“You know what I mean when I say that, right?”

You shook your head “Not really, but I’m glad that you don’t hate me as much as you used to.”

Now it was his turn to pause, that same dumbfounded look now on his face. Since when did you think he hated you? “Idiot, who said I hated you? I’m the same level as an omnipotent god, I could have discarded you a long time ago… and besides…”

“Besides what?”

The Wanderer bit his lip, why is he hesitating? Is he scared? No, no, that can’t be, you’re just a lowly human, is all, a beautifully wonderful human… “You’re, well, not horrible to talk to, and even if you act stupid sometimes I—

—I guess that’s what makes me so attracted to you.”

…

“Are you flirting with me?”

Holy shit. A part of Wanderer just wanted to take back everything he just said from how dumb you sounded, but holy shit! You noticed, finally. He couldn’t help the wide smirk when he got a taste of what you looked like when you were blushing, the red tint blooming across your cheeks. He chuckled, leisurely crossing his leg over and folding his arms smugly;

“Have been for the past few months, but thanks for noticing.”

[izuhan]

throwing flowers at him (affectionately)︱stray kids

pairing: boyfriend!skz x gn and tsundere!reader ︱genre: fluff ︱word count: 1.0k︱warning: may contain grammar errors, not proofread, throwing flowers (again, affectionately)

a/n: heyyy thankk youuu sooo mucchhh for the 1.1k+ notes on my sleeping brainrot ｡･ﾟ(ﾟ><ﾟ)ﾟ･｡ you guys are honestly the best and there's a 100+ of you too?!! i cant believe this but thank you again and here's another one! I'm opening requests too so feel free to ask anything! ♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡

Bang Chan 

“Woah, woah there!” 

shields himself with his arms too late 

caught the flowers in his hands and smiled once he noticed it was flowers 

though confused about your action, he would hold it close to his nose and take a whiff with a smile on his face. 

“Thank you y/n, these are beautiful and smell great!... but what's the occasion?” 

his smile would never fade away which always makes you furiously blush and nervous that the reason why you got him flowers was because he mentioned a certain flower a few days back or just yesterday

or it reminded you of him 

or because you love seeing his reaction when you get him something, also so bad for your heart yet addicting. 

“Don't be shy now, tell me everything.” 

Lee Know 

would close his eyes for a hot minute before shooting you a death glare, the flowers abandoned on the ground

“And what makes you think you can j—” 

you would then cover his mouth with both your hands “well because they look pretty and so are you! it reminded me of your hair!” 

since he couldn't see what was smacked on his face, he would stare at you confused before looking everywhere to find what was the main cause of your ruckus. 

and when he found the flowers, he would feel his face getting hot 

puts the flowers beside his face right in front of you, whatever expression he would make, it's perfect and would make you fall in love all over again. 

“Whatever you say, you picked the right shade. Now, who's the flower?” 

Changbin 

would blink numerous times before complaining about how much it hurt his face 

he would then look for the cause and your blushing face

“Oho~ is this a flower? Wait no, flowers!” 

would either get excited or keep it in, act cool and collected but tackle you enough for him to get a laugh out of you

then would kiss you while the flowers cover your faces

either sky is there or his family, your faces get covered

also puts his face beside the flowers 

“Who's prettier? Wrong answers only.” 

because that would make you answer him and he could have an excuse to sulk and have you by his side 

“I tricked you again, heh—no, hmp, I'm mad. You think the flowers are prettier than Binnie?” 

Hyunjin

he would only be free when he's drawing or painting 

so, you don't have the heart to smack his face and his back was where the flowers were directed. 

you would leave instantly the moment he notices your presence and the flowers were thrown on his back

“My love, Y/n, I know it's you. Come here?” 

whether you do or not, he would stop what he's doing, bring the flowers close to his face and smell them with a smile on his face

And whether or not you come to him or not, he would search for you, embrace you by your waist or your back, and plant a kiss on your lips, nose, cheeks and your hair. 

“There's no need to be shy, what's with the flowers?” 

Han

“Y/n-ah? What did you just throw at me?” 

would pout and squint his eyes at you before he would discover the flower on the ground. 

“For me?” 

would put the flowers close to his nose with a smile too, a really wide one you always fell in love with each time he shows it to you

because of this, either you would stare for a long time until he notices it or you would look away and he would still notice it 

would pull you close to him, gaze directly in your eyes before putting your foreheads together, the flower in between

would kiss you with the flower 

“Thank you, if they wither away, I could still look at a certain flower daily.” 

Felix 

“Ow, Y/n… I'm playing?” 

it wasn't that you were bored watching his back and playing games, it's that you woke up and chose to sneak out without him noticing to buy a flower spontaneously

or it's because you woke up and saw him like that, and wanted attention

either way, he would turn his back at his game and look at you, sitting half-asleep on his bed. 

“Ho—how did you get this?”

he would say, and either in-game or not, that could wait because he would not have the heart to ignore the flowers on the floor

would be in awe, would cup your cheeks, and rub your noses together 

“You're so adorable, how could I ignore you now?” 

Seungmin 

shields with something near him 

“You throw it at my back, not my face.”

“I'm allowed to do that?” 

would nod and do that puppy smile of his you truly love

you would apologize but he would only come to you, pick up the flowers on the floor, and put a few which could fit your ears 

“Put some on me too,” 

and you would, because he's irresistible when he's staring at you lovingly, a quick heart attack in a good way

it could be he had watched a drama or a movie with a member or a friend, or Hyunjin lend him a romance novel, he would take your hand and twirl you around 

you would hear him chuckling which affects you too 

“I love you, but, baby, I need to know your thought process or good night's kiss' an exception tonight.”

I.N

would not think of shielding himself at all

“What more can you throw huh?” 

he would know why you bought flowers and throw them at him; it reminded you of him or you want to have him pose with the flower or you simply want him to use it as an accessory of some sort for some time

he would grant all of those, earning the best of smiles he's ever seen you with, and every sweat he'd shed would be worth it to have you like that 

“Ah, wait. Let's take a picture together!”

“No, I only want yours.” 

“Hm? I want yours—ours, Mom would love it if we pose with the flowers you bought.”

though it would be quite ruined, it would work with a few styling Jeongin does

it would turn into a photo shoot all of a sudden but you don't mind

“Want to learn from Mom how to arrange flowers? For, uh… something fun?”

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

omg that demon!reader prompt.. big brain moment. which mercs would comfort their s/o when captured? like they cant help but sweep them up in their arms n stuff

This is so soft I love this.(yandere mercs)

Tw: Yandere, kidnapping, possessiveness, unhealthy relationships, unwanted affection (not nsfw), gaslighting (brief), attachment issues.

Demoman: Most likely, if you’ve driven Tavish to the point he needs to grab nab you you’re pretty reckless. Otherwise he wouldn't have tried to grab you. Anyway, Tav would make a whole deal out of hit, just happy to have you out of harms way and into his arms. He’d be suffocating for a week at the least, it’s enough to tell you how long Tavs been bleeping tabs on you. And enough to clue you in to just how much care he’s taken in makin y’all’s new house perfect for the two of you. He’s very much one to want to rush you into comfort, though sometimes at the expense of sanity. 10/10

Engineer: Oh boy, dell can tell you’re anxious and that it’s already not looking good for him. He loves you. And he knows he loves you, he knows it’s unhealthy. But the slightest bit of his delusional side is that you’re overreacting to the whole, ‘being captured thing.’ He can even get close to you no more without you trying to push him away so how’s he going to comfort you. If you’d let him he’d come and sit down with you quietly. Like a husband trying to coax his spouse out of a breakdown. Except that’s not what this is is it? He realizes that, and he’d comfort you if you let him but you’re not so what’s he gonna do exactly? 2/10

Heavy: Very calming from the start, like Tavish in a way. The way he captures you is less like capture and more like- “Wow this is a horrible natural disaster, might as well make it count.” Just- stretch it out. He claims that things are getting worse outside, and keeps you in. To quell his own anxiety he holds you close. He tries to tell you stories to keep you sane, and insists on staying at your side the entire time. He’s very lovable, and even more protective. Very silly, and always tries to comfort you. Although he downplays some of your fear because he truly believes he can protect you from anything. His attempts are good but there’s too much gaslighting for things to settle to a reasonable degree. 7/10

Medic: He doesn’t try, it just kind of happens. No matter what it WILL happen, he WILL capture you and that will be that. He cares about you a great deal, he should have you with him! And that translates to how he cares for you as well, he makes sure you’re not hurt throughout the whole thing. His banter also makes it seem more like moving in with a good friend rather than being abducted. His house is jarring and surprisingly cold, but his demeanor makes up for anything he lacks. Not to mention the swarm of kisses you’ll get if you don’t try and escape post capture. 8/10 surprisingly good!

Pyro: You wouldn’t realize until he told you straight up in which case it would get VERY eerie. A lot of what Pyro did prior was similar and one could assume based off that, that it was just how he acted but no. He’s pleasantly surprised you aren’t put off. When he tells you that and you realize you are HE panics. He’s no better at calming you down. Or comforting you. Rocking you back and forth before getting up to check the locks again. He’s a mess and he tries to hide it. 1/10, surprisingly BAD.

Scout: His moms the one that’s gotta do it. Her constant presence is a saving grace. Scout is supporting his Ma, so his capture isn’t traditional like the others. It’s more like a relationship entrapment, and he doesn't realize he’s doing wrong. So his Ma gives you advice, and food. Like- a lot of food, since she can see you’re shakin up over something. Her jokes are light hearted, and she helps you see where Scout's heart comes from. She doesn’t justify her son's actions, but she’s been in this predicament before and all she can suggest is to wait it out. Scout: 0 Ma: 10/10

Sniper: I am conflicted on this, where else would he focus but also- why would he try. Snipers an unhealthy mix of hyper aware and delusional at all times. Really he debated on nabbing you until he just pulled you off the road with a well placed dart. So justifyibly you’re shaky and awkward… but he’s always anxious, shaky, and awkward. (High off shrooms too maybe but that’s besides the point.) He thinks it’s cute to a degree and and offers to walk with you if that’ll clear your mind. But he then gets worried and dismisses the idea. He makes a couple of attempts that lead to him not finishing the job. In the end he just settles on popcorn and a film in silence. The attempt is there. 5/10

Soldier: I’m going off premarriage here. He will fuck you up more, between the shouting and the likely bombastic way he captures you, you’d be damned if you didn’t leave the scenario with no new phobias. When you finally settle down a bit, (as in stop hiding from him) you would be surprised with how patient he is. It’s unexpected but he’ll wait for what he wants if he truly cares. He’ll wait until you let him hug you then just curl up around you and say the cheesiest things just above a whisper. He also is a human pillow with a heater setting so that could help too! 7/10.

Spy: Like sniper he makes an honest attempt. Past relationships didn’t like his possessiveness but then again there wasn’t really a way to keep his Fling safe. Spy falls hard and fast, which is concerning given his position, but it’s always with people unconcerned with his expertise. You- you are the one that he can keep an eye on. He already has all the things you could need. A little area to calm yourself, but that’s not to say he wouldn’t struggle and try to get you to give him affection without him earning it. Seems like a charmer but ultimately can’t deal with himself or admit that you might just- not like him. 5.5/10

Hope you enjoyed!

[erabundus]

@ninebow &&. said... “ am i the only thrilling part of your life? “ [fatuiverse!]

he's  back  again  —  that  unsightly  figure,  lurking  in  the  corner  of  his  cell  like  a  stain  darker  than  the  shadows  that  surround  him.  it's  been  quite  a while  since  kunikuzushi  deigned  to  grace  (  or  haunt  )  the  mortal  with  his  presence.  perhaps  it  was  simply  fate;  perhaps  it  was  a  deliberate  effort  on  the  moving  parts  around  them  —  the  last  time  the  balladeer  was  left  alone  with  cyno  ended  in  quite  the  mess.  creature  hungry  for  knowledge  that  he  is,  he's  nothing  if  not  capable  of  learning  from  his  mistakes ... if only to minimize his own inconvenience.  on  the  contrary,  kunikuzushi  is  almost  methodical  in  how  he  absorbs  every  scrap  of  information  —  slotting  the  new  piece  neatly  into  place  as  though  constructing  an  ever-expanding  puzzle  that  seeks  to  inform  his  actions  moving  forward.  their  previous  skirmish  has  led  to  a  new  addition, albeit one  slathered  in  gore  —  this  particular human  is  not  allowed  to  be  harmed.  (  though  he  still  fully  intends  to  push  his  luck  with  the  others.  )  not  physically.  not  in  a  way  that  will  be  TROUBLESOME  to  fix.

psychologically,  he  is  still  entirely  at  the  harbinger's  mercy  —  and  kunikuzushi  fully  intends  to  EXPLOIT  that  loophole  to  see  just  how  far  he  can  bid  the  other  to  bend  and  break  without  so  much  as  lifting  a  finger.

❝  are  you?  ❞  comes  the  reply  —  and  his  voice  is  soft  and  inoffensive  enough  to  make  its  utter  lack  of  sincerity  PAINFULLY  obvious.  (  answering  a  question  with  a  question;  he's  trying  to  needle  him  on  purpose.  )  ❝  i  thought  you  would  be  more  excited  to  see  me ...  it  sure  beats  the  monotony  of  waiting  for  the  doctor's  next  round  of  experiments,  doesn't  it?  ❞  head  cants;  bright  eyes  pinning  the  other  beneath  an  unwavering  stare.  yet  again  his  words  lack  the  characteristic  sharp  edge  that's  become  all  but  synonymous  with  the  balladeer.  he's  simply  gathering  information  for  now  —  like  feeling  along  a  brick  wall  for  any  loose  stones  he  can  dig  his  nails  into.  there's  no  point  in  going  for  the  throat  right  away.  much  like  how  the  fatui's  banquets  feature  a  number  of  miniscule  dishes  preceding  the  main  course,  kunikuzushi  would  prefer  to  take  his  time  and  whet his appetite  on  feeble  scraps  of  antagonism.

❝  you  may  hate  to  admit  it,  ❞   he  continues,  crossing  his  arms,   ❝  but  i'm  the  only  INTERESTING  thing  that  ever  happens  to  you  these  days.  everyone  else ...  has  completely  forgotten  you  exist.  ❞

[justpeaxchy]

Longing....

Deku and his crush but cant be together bcs of press or smth idk

Bakugo uhm... and smth like the reader is sverely sick and in the hospital

Todoroki uhhh him and a princess idk or the other way around

All my ideas at the moment ;-;

Hey! Thanks for the ideas <3 I love all of them but the one that stuck out to me the most was the one with bakugou! Once again, thank you for the help. <33

Warnings: a little angst, reader is unconscious, bakugou feels guilty.

The song I recommended

The hospital room was deadly silent apart from the beeping of a machine. Katsuki sat in the chair that was directly next to the bed you laid in, his leg bouncing up and down as his thoughts raced. He knew you were stubborn sometimes but he didn't actually think you'd jump into action so quickly.

Why had you done it?

Why had you jumped right into battle and took the hit for him? If he had been quicker none of this would've happened. He blamed himself for everything the moment he was told you'd be unconscious for a while.

He longed to see your smile again. All he wanted was to hear your voice and know that you were okay. He needed to see your eyes again, the same ones he fell in love with.

His eyes traveled to your figure, the machine monitoring your heart and blood pressure seemed to be working just fine. So why haven't you woken up yet? He couldn't find the strength within himself to even look at you anymore. Every time he did, more anxious thoughts filled his mind more than before.

Katsuki hated this. He hated seeing himself in this state. More importantly he hated seeing you in that state. He dreaded every time you got hurt or even cried. He tried his best to always comfort you when you needed it, he was getting there. He told himself to work on his attitude for you because he truly did love you. He loved you for who you were and he wouldn't ever change that. But if he could change one thing at that moment, it would be for you to wake up. The very thing he needed was for your eyes to just open.

"Dumbass.." His hand slowly reached out for yours, entangling them together like you always loved. Apparently you had a thing for his hands. He pretended not to acknowledge it but deep down he loved it when you got excited just to hold his hand. It brought him more joy than anything.

He always knew you were someone different. That's what intrigued him the most when he first met you at UA. You had a charm unlike anyone else and he couldn't fight the unexpected feeling of butterflies every time you called his name. You carried his heart in your very hands and he had no problem with that. He trusted you. And he knows very well that it took a long time for you to get to that point. Yet, he still found himself not worthy of you.

You brought light into his world so many times. He was always so grateful for your presence around him because it brought him a sense of peace and comfort.

He's in love with you.

And that was never going to change. No matter how long he has to wait for you to wake up.

✓

[emptycalories-splitlip]

I won't lose (you)

Victim/patient: you are crawling slowly across the ground, painfully aware of the raging beat of your heart. It doesn't feel right, something's wrong. But you need to get away, so you ignore the skips and stumbles. Your breathing is getting harder to manage, coming in shallow bursts now, and your eyes are dimming. Suddenly, there's a noise behind you and a chastising voice calls out.

"Now, now. If you needed help, you should have just asked."

Caretaker/torturer: you shake your head as you approach their crawling form. You can see their arms shaking, can hear the wheeze of their lungs. You reach them easily and drop down beside them, slipping one arm over their body to pin the opposite arm to the ground and using the other to press against their chest. You completely cover them with your body, your torso settled against their back and your face beside their ear. You nearly moan as you feel the stuttering of their heartbeat into your fingers and you nuzzle them sweetly. The action is more sinister than you realize.

Victim: you cry out as loud as you can manage, but it isn't much as your lungs seize in your terror. The feeling of them beside you, above you, makes you sick and you almost collapse fully, but their hand, where it practically cradles your crashing organ, is holding you up. They soothe you gently, instruct you to try and relax because "your poor heart cant take this strain". You can feel when it pauses at their words, holds its beat for several seconds before kicking hard and resetting its deadly rhythm.

Torturer: Worry flits through you briefly at the sudden lack of movement from their heart. It takes entirely too long for it to correct its mistake and you know that your plaything needs your help. You bend to their ear again. "My love, you need to calm down. You know I won't hurt you. Not right now. Your heart is having some trouble and we need to get that in check. Breathe with me." You inhale slowly and exhale, prompting them to follow your lead and take up the pattern. They try, to their credit they try, but their heart lurches again on a breath and takes off at a pace you know it can't hold. They grow heavy in your arms, a sucking, desperate gasp leaving their open mouth before they collapse. You curse.

Victim: you are hyperaware of the moment your heart ceases proper function. It coils inside you, icy and sharp. It gives one heavy beat, you can feel it high in your throat, before falling into a disordered and frantic mess. You find yourself glad at your captor's presence now, glad they are their to cushion you as you slump to the dirt. You try to breathe. Another painfully hard beat pushes at your ribs, but it fails to fix the issue. You are turned on your back. You try to see their face, try to beg them for help. Through your panic, you can feel their hands on your throat, your chest, your face. You think they may be talking, their voice soft and reassuring, but the words don't make sense. Your whole body flinches as something crashes into your sternum. There's a moment, two. Nothing happens. Then, warm hands settle into the same spot and begin to pump.

Torturer: The thump doesn't work, much to your dismay, so you begin proper compressions. The pulse is gone in their throat, their chest cool and still beneath your forceful work. You bend their bones with each push, using them to squeeze their heart into a semblance of beating. Their eyes are open, staring, as you attempt to resuscitate your fragile toy. You stare back at the house contemplating running and grabbing a shot of epi. A moment ticks by, you opt to move them inside altogether. You get them through the door and settle them on the floor of the room they have occupied. You check for a pulse you are sure isn't there before pulling up their shirt and inserting the needle directly into their heart. You plunge the stimulant in, slide the needle from their chest, and toss it aside. You pump their chest again, waiting for the drug to take, if it will take. No, it will. It must. Fifteen pumps later, you stop. You weren't mistaken. There's rhythm beneath your hands. The beat is fast, rapid tapping that grows stronger with each moment. You smile, bend to push a breath down their throat.

What a good little toy they are.

[little-nugget-writes-stufff]

Hello yes i finally have another story for yall

(oh ye readers fav character is venti (ofc)

The wind will always be there with you~

How true that sentence would become.

Its just another day at school, you walk to ur locker grab your books and go to class. Little did you know that in another universe, the tone-deaf-bard was putting one of his genius plans in action. He was gonna go into his whisp form and try to sneak into this thing called a school bag. He had heard you talk all about how horrible school was soooo he thought why not see for himself and besides being in your presence is already enough for him. as he puts hits himself in his whisp form and opens the portal to ur bag. as he gets in the first thing he notices is how LITTLE SPACE there is in ur bag. as he tries to find a good spot to settle he hears a voice he had never heard before.

"Hey y/n why dont you go to your friends? Oh wait you dont have any!" As they burst into laughter, you remain silent. You knew damn well nobody here wanted to be ur friend and why WOULD you even want them to be ur friend. But venti does NOT take this well. He could lend you a little hand couldnt he? As he uses the power of anemo to make them fall of their chair. You silently laugh and thank whoever was responsible for that.

As the lesson finally ends you get up but notice your bag has a bit more weight than before. Your first thought was that they put something in your bag, probably to humiliate you when you open your bag so you did the best thing that came up into ur mind. Go to the bathroom and see what they did. You were not gonna give them the satisfaction of making fun of you. You enter the bathroom and place your bag on the sink. When you open it you see the tiny little whisp sitting there, as a look of shock took over your lovely face.

Little bell sound comes out of the whisp (covered?) Mouth (asumingly an apology.)

As he suddenly got into his normal form with a terrible look of guilt on his face. "Im so so sorry your grace i didn't mean to- he got cut off by the thought of a punishment, he was gonna have one either from you or zhongli. Yet you were still in shock i meannn your fav character was standing in front of you and- wait did he just say ur grace- wha-

"hold up what did you just called me?" "Yknow nvm that but please just call me Y/n". He looks up at you in horror "No no no no nooo i cannot do that your grace i-" "Why cant you?" You answer with a deadpan face. "Well a low life being like me calling you by your name simply cant" he answers. "Well i gave you permission didn't i?" He could only stare in disbelief at you. Oh if zhongli found out he would be thrown into a mountain. But then the bell rings. "Okay we can sort this out later but for now i think it would be best for you to keep hiding in the bag okay?"

Okay im too lazy to finish it rn so ig there will be a part 2 later

[velvet-ink]

Hi. Do you have any snippet for the Dead Carlos/Sad TK WIP? I'm so excited for you to post it. But please no pressure or anything!!!! And if you don't wanna share anything or not writing it, it's fine. Please ignore this if that's the case.

Hi, yes I do! I’m so happy you’re excited for it. I underestimated how long this fic would be but it’s such a heavy theme and I want to do it justice, so I appreciate having someone along for the ride! Definitely still in the process of refining it but more than happy to share a peak. 

Snippet for “For the First Time, For the Last Time” below the cut. 

"I hope you haven't been waiting long. You could have let yourself in without me."

"Nonsense," Andrea releases him from her embrace, softly patting his arm as she steps aside. "We wouldn't just let ourselves into someone else's home."

A heavy beat passes and TK’s at a loss for what to do with himself. They're both looking at him patiently, expectantly, as if he was the one who called them and asked to meet at Carlos' loft. Between the looks and warm welcome, he feels like he's dropped the script for a play he never chose to be in, fumbling through endless pages to find the right scene because he's on next and just missed his cue. 

"Do you have your key?" Andrea prompts gently.

“Um, yeah,” he pats his pocket—unsure how they knew about something he didn't remember until yesterday—and pulls out the lone key. He moves slowly, taking small, hesitant steps towards the door, waiting for them to intervene. They don’t, and he cant help but wonder why he's been granted an exception to that logic. Surely they've frequented this place more than him these last few months. 

Nothing makes that more apparent than the unpracticed jiggle of his key in the lock. It hits every bump and sticking point, not at all helped by the slight tremble in his fingers, and it feels like he's failed an important test when the lock doesn't budge on the first go. Steadying himself with a deep breath, he tries again, relief flooding him when the soft click of the lock meets his ears.

He's wholly unprepared though for what comes next. 

The last time TK had been here the space was entirely empty. Sure, there were the preinstalled kitchen appliances and some basic furniture had been staged, but nothing that gave the loft heart, nothing to make it feel like home. Now, the first thing he sees are the bookshelves lined with family photos, plants, and the little knick knacks Carlos began collecting from the art stall at the farmer's market to replace his old decor after the fire. Magazines are neatly laid out on the coffee table, a throw blanket is folded over the edge of the couch, the only thing that really looks out of place is the stray hoodie tossed over the back of the arm chair—and that's only by Carlos' standards. 

A thick lump forms in his throat as he scans the room, unpleasantly confronted with the reality of everything that could have been, the result of late night ideas and daydreams all come to life right in front of his eyes. It's the home that would have been theirs if only he had the courage for once in his life to talk about his problems instead of running away. 

Andrea comes to stand next to him. "Is this your first time back here?" 

He nods, unable to find his voice. 

She strokes a hand down his arm, the other resting over her heart. "I feel it too. The emptiness. It's not the same without his presence." Her words are thick, coated in grief and held back tears. If TK was stronger he’d put an arm around her and offer the same comfort she’s been generously extending to him this whole time. Him, of all people. Right now, fighting the urge to turn back around and walk out the door is consuming all his focus, and he’s determined not to repeat the same actions that led to this situation in the first place. 

"Come on, let's take a seat," she says, gently ushering him to a chair across the dining table from herself and Gabriel.

"So," Gabriel starts, running his palms along the wooden table top, steadying himself for the conversation to follow. "Like Andrea mentioned on the phone yesterday, we wanted to meet today to discuss Carlos' will." 

"Right…sorry,” TK nervously picks at his nails. “I don't understand what that has to do with me." 

"You're in it, TK," Gabriel states as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "He left you some of his things."

"That can't be right."

"Don't be silly," Andrea chimes in immediately. "You were such an important part of his life, you know that. Of course he left some of his belongings to you."

"What exactly–" He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, a million questions flying through his mind. "What did he leave?" 

"He wanted you to have the Camero, the loft, and pretty much everything here. There are a couple family photo albums he has which were for us to take back, family keepsakes and all, but everything else is yours." 

"No, that’s…" he glances around him. “I don’t think–”

"We know it's a lot, and there's a lot of stuff to go through, but we'll help you." Gabriel assures him. 

He can't make sense of it. Nothing of what has transpired today makes any sense. It's been months since he's been in Carlos' life, let alone set foot in this place. How could all of this be left to him? 

"And you two are okay with that?" He asks incredulously. "With me having all this?" 

"Why wouldn't we be? This was your home with Carlos. This still is your home. It shouldn't be left to anyone but you." 

And there it was, the evidence so clearly on display this whole time but he was too blind to see it. TK wasn’t the one out of the loop. They were. 

[dualityvn]

i am giving myself a brain break from my other obligations by writing you another unhinged theory post. (and because i miss sending you these wait who said that) enjoy <3

ight so, i was close last time and my main points then were [redacted] and [redacted] (bc i don't know if this is gonna be closer or not so i dunno if ur gonna post it) since one of those points has been all but confirmed due to recent ask answers and you not posting my theory, im gonna skip right over top of it. ( i am trying to be vague you'll get the picture)

So instead were gonna talk about the part im pretty sure i got wrong, or at least not close, which is where Tenebris/ maybe Keith? still up in the air on if Keith is aware when he's not in direct control, go when not physically present in the world. Due to being able to give ask answers more weight now i do think Tenebris is at least visible to most other people. It could be that as they've both grown, Tenebris has become able to hide his presence a little bit better, resulting in Keith being able to have negative relationships with his exs because why else would anyone think to hurt the poor flower boy when he has a literal monster standing behind him. unless they were just stupid, which is a very real possibility because of the aforementioned being mean to the sweet and adorable Keith. Tenebris' general existence provides some reasoning behind Keiths' parents actions, once again not excusing them because they suck and i hate them, but in one of the asks you said that their relationship with Keith would probably have at least been better if they had only had Keith alone, they didn't want Tenebris too. (which once again sucks i get that its not the ideal situation to have some sort of violent 'monster' living a very attached life with your son but maybe if you had treated them both with human decency and they wouldn't be such 'monsters' huh? bet you didn't think about that did you. god i hate them)

Moving on.

Sudden thought that was Not planned for this, but what if the line "he is speaking, speaking for me" from the song means like, Tenebris can see the world when he's not physically present but cant talk, he has to talk through Keith. and Keith is just like, a prisoner in his own body when this happens. oooo that's neat. i had something else planned but that's a cool concept im gonna rock with that.

im fairly certain this isnt going to get posted so hi nightmare how are you. hope ur feeling better, shitty life stuff sucks, but it'll get better i pwomise mwah (that and the heart earlier are platonic btw i wouldn't wanna step on Tads creators toes and get excommunicated from the church of Tad that would be very unradical)

Speaking of Tad since this is just me talking to you now apparently, i saw the outcry for a Tad theory and while I do have Thoughts i don't have anything super concrete yet. Plus notamonsterfucker wanted to work with me on theory stuff sometime and i lov them so we're thinking about Tad Together so it'll be a bit unless your boyfriend wants to feed us some more crumbs. Thatd be pretty cool, but no pressure obviously. This isn't a Tad blog and i as much as i enjoy Tad, i enjoy Keith and Tenebris more so keep making what you wanna make and i will continue to stew on your vagueness.

uuhh not much theory there at the end but yeah. also this received even less than my usual amount of proofreading because it is nearly midnight here and i am Tired so if its is unreadable that is why.

goodnight

I'm gonna show this, cause it still doesn't mention their explicit situation. Last one had something that was spot on, hehe. But yeah, you're doing good, but some things are still not quite there yet

And hello, I'm doing better today, thank you for asking :D

I'm glad you guys are bonding over Tad lore, lmao. I know my bf is cooking something, cause that ending to the restaurant ad had a sus end. Or maybe he has no idea what he's doing, who knows? He's definitely enjoying the attention Tad is getting though.

[rouge-variant]

Hi, how was your day today? Mine was boring. Anywhooo, i have this hc in my mind that i cant stop thinking about *blush* imagine Levi asking specifically for reader to clean his wounds. She's shy but very worried about him and they both have a crush on each other so they're both blushing.

Oh Boo, I'm sorry you had a boring day. My day has gotten better since I've finally gotten to your request. Gods I love doing these!! Sorry for the wait, I've been so excited to do this and I feel and for making you wait! I'll have your second request finished as soon as I can. There are few others that I need to get to first. I hope this one was good, part of me kept accidentally switching to drabble mode but I think I've fixed it now. Let me know if there's anything you want adjusted! Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!!!

Flustered Levi Ackerman Being Tended to by Blushing Medic Y/n Headcanons:

Trigger Warning: Minor mentions of injury and stitches. Pleade keep this in mind when reading.

Levi had no idea how the hell he was going to do this. He had gotten a bad gash around his shoulder and leading down onto his back a little bit. All in an area where he couldn't reach. So stitching himself up wasn't going to work. He also wasn't in the mood to have the medics who tremble in his presence to be do it either. He wanted you. The shy newer medic who constantly came to check up on him after his missions as well as the nights you caught him awake much later than normal.

Lucky for him, he didn't have to come and get you. Apparently Hange had told about the suspected injury he had and you brought all of your stuff to his room. He opened the door and his face softened seeing your arms full and a soft smile on your face. The blush was there as well, just like every time you both made direct eye contact.

He stayed silent while you worked, his face starting to light up with a blush at the contact with your soft hand. From the mirror he could see your eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You looked so cute and you made his heart pound so loudly he was positive that you were going to hear it.

He loved how you quietly talked through each step and apologized when the stitches went into place feeling the very subtle tensing of his muscles. Normally Levi made some sort of sarcastic remark or scoffed when you fretted over him like this. It raised red flags when he was this quiet. He cleared his throat when pulled away and turned his head away. He really didn't want to be this flustered around you.

You didn't make it any easier when you washed your hands then cupped his face softly so that you could look at him better, worried that the cut was already infected and his blush was from a fever. Like a child, he grumbled and shook his chin out of your grasp. You tried to stay serious because you were worried but his actions were so out of his normal character that you started giggling. Your hand came up to to quiet them but Levi heard you clearly. His eyes widened slightly as he stared at you. When you calmed down, you caught him staring and you both looked away awkwardly.

When you asked him if there was anything else you needed, his head and heart wouldn't work together. He wanted to tell you to stay because he enjoyed your soothing presence and loving nature especially after today. But at the same time he was worried that he was going to let it slip that he liked you and you would reject him. "You can go" he said and you gave him the same loving smile before gathering your things. You got 3 steps in before Levi held onto your wrist gently. He looked at you then down, letting go of you as his words failed him. You waited nervously for an answer and it was not the answer you expected.

"Stay please...even if it's for tonight" he mumbled. As poorly worded as it was, you understood the confession from his body language as well as his tone. His heart fluttered as you agreed, shyly brushing the hair out of his face and kissing his forehead. You offered to go make tea and he agreed, waiting on the couch for you.

As weird as it sounds, Levi is acutally thankful for the mark on his shoulder for bringing you two together. You were so smart with your medical knowledge and yet you were so shy and quiet outside of a medical situation. He loved you for that and evenmore.so that you understood the confession that he quickly pieced together after grabbing your wrist. He was unbelievably lucky that you were now with him.

[cooliofango]

Wawawa :D hippity hoppity im now on your property :p friendo suggested hurt comfort so i as the ceo enjoyer i am have come to ask :D perhaps yn has had a hard childhood and feels quite saddened about it and ceo is there to comfort them about it :D ofc as always if ya cant feel free to skip :DD

Surrender To Embrace

CEO x GN! Reader

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How many times do I gotta say I’m not gonna skip your requests??? Damn 🙄 😂 Anyways! That idea sounds sooo sweet so I’ll get to this asap! Thank you for the lovely requests- You may be able to fill up my page all by most of the stuff you request~! 😂 Not that I mind of course.

I sincerely apologize for the lateness

To the story!!

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You weren’t sure where the feeling came from, in all honesty. There was no rhyme or reason for it. The memory simply just appeared in your mind as you were putting away a few things within your shared home. The memories were not pleasant to say the least.

You could hear the yelling all over again. The constant moving back and forth and the court fights flashed behind your eyes. It made you uncomfortable, causing a frown to settle onto your features as you set down what you previously held.

Your parents never really got along even when they were married. Things simply had gotten worse when they had divorced and the custody fights began. They were always rough battles and they always ended up the same: your mom had partial custody and your father had partial custody. However, they would always fight to have full custody over you, which made things entirely difficult. All up until the point you grew old enough to move out and fend for yourself was when all of the long nights of being kept up by their yells and fighting and the constant back and forth had came to an end.

“What’s the matter, dear?” The sudden voice and the feeling of arms sliding around your waist caused you to jump from your thoughts. A soft gasp followed this action, blinking a few times to focus your eyes before looking over your shoulder. It was the CEO you’ve come to love for quite some time now.

You hadn’t expected him to be there. Actually, you hadn’t expected him to be home at all since he was supposed to be at work. Then again, it was probably around lunch and he had came to visit you for his lunch break instead of you going to see him at the office. A soft look was on his face rather than the usual mischievous, loving, or flirtatious look he gave you upon being in your presence. One of his hands raised to wipe your cheeks. “What are you crying for?”

You were crying? With a sniff of your nose to clear up the build up and a quick blink of your eyes, you realized you were crying. How had you not realize it before was beyond you. “I-I uh… was just…” You struggled to find the words for a moment and yet he waited patiently for you, keeping you held close.

The lump in your throat was hard to swallow down but you managed so you could contour to speak. “I just had… a few unpleasant memories cross my mind is all.” You murmured. Looking down at your feet. A soft hum came from your lover before you felt a soft pressure of his lips against your neck.

And then another. And another. He peppered a few kisses along the soft surface until he reached your cheek. The feeling caused you to give a broken up laugh, looking up at him with a small smile. “There’s that beautiful smile I love… It’s none of my business to pry, but if you ever want to talk about it, then you can always confide in me.”

You turned in his hold to hug him back more properly. “I will… thank you.” You murmured lovingly to him, which he returned with a loving kiss to your lips. Without much effort, he had easily managed to lift your spirits. You weren’t surprised, of course.

You loved him after all.

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Aaand done! It’s a bit shorter than I like but I’m in the process of trying to regain muse and motivation to write. It’s slowly building but have this in the meantime!

[nmsthim]

POETRY SLAM:MINDLESS BEHAVIOR

WHATS UP WITH THAT!!! big mouth taking up the whole space smize to the gawds, I like your face right in y'all face, glecning off concentrate everyday is picture day lack of me? u up in anti, politics heard em say donkey noisy! there's A grey space of the situation ain't no exposing me no need to wait no longer Captain save a ho is here the longest yard or wondering anymore light it up and take action fast feed, light camera like magic I'm flashy you need me that's why I need to have all four doors its as simple as that, can you take charge ? abuse of the word, otherwise known as a public charmer is that a fact, what you about, you can hold it against me for stating facts, and get down to the nitty gritty I came to break bread, to get these fix, don't pull a fast one on me Bling fury, shut up the deaf dumb and blind spirit. I came I saw and conquer and yet I'm feel fix gimme my money back, having me in here with vain glories country ass doctor barber claiming Brandon and its a girl pulling hos ponytail, seeing lames, and bragging rights I never in team, in the presence such a strange fright. friendships, and rock the boat it came with, down to the boots, shiver me timbers, y'all gross for flood warnings, head in the wrong places…

I NEED A BREAKTHROUGH hurting in my soul might need some whiskey. pour it up drink, dang just slipped me a mickey another one, this parchness turn into a lonely soul. mics on a sound system, I'm running low up out my face, picture me the biggest shone, trying to out do me, this a stick up, cant leave without a better outcome its the 9 th inning goodness gracious lord have mercy on my soul what have I done to envision thus Far spiritual warfare I'm fighting as if my life depends on it. Raising my own damn self, sensei and jacking, ready or not here I come. this life that we living, together forevermore, it had to happen never knew to a situation, you just gotta understand, something. think outta the box and found what I face going in . you outta line , thinking I'm put up with you. no amount of deformation of character can add up to this. birds of a feather flock together, less there be danger. going the longest yard, pulling all connections. made up my mind and band together to join forces. I'm pulling your card.teasing a blue eye soldier This not an ordinary person b I'm fine as fuck. me vs me not needing another in the picture. you must think I'm booboo the foo, fighters and flight got them losing sleep. release the hounds like I was in a band of thieves, its the little things, they calling me like it rung a bell. and what! waxing and waning is it time yet no matter who's speaking the same language period. No voids, can be filled, fixed my eyes do you wrong like I never knew you. what would you do in a sticky situation. don't vow to nobody who don't pay your bills.and rent Super lets keep it moving I'm yearning for something moore and I'm noting that the darkness never did care if I was drowning. look on the bright side of things, sunny like nobody else could shine that bright. Touching the sun, somebody is going to have an asthma attack I should be right about finish and ready to amp you up if you didn't have done the same thing. What's A retort to a runaway ,love, love you moore, was there any other girl. cheater advice or how to tell a lie, the constant steady stream of lies detected. purple flocking like eggplant farms that cammm outta nowhere. break up the ice and make up the days break what's word of mouth anyways we not going down we not the help.

I LIKE IT LIKE THAT losing his marbles try to challenge me !? you yourself know where's the goofy at challenge accepted you a wanna be celebraty trying the life, 99 times couldn't get it right always need a reason choose a thot for picking you not up for the battle you just a basser show me the proof in the pudding telling me I'm nothing I got a feeling can't tell me nothing its like I contracted a bee sting a charge a bite some might something I m not going back to the way it used to be see past it like I I'm reading read em and weep ready set go no consequences if I believe it where you ought to be for this conclusion you must have me mistaken hot like I'm the next Jen many man manne Pac yo never heard of a sticker or just for kicks I love the living day lights outta you workout a knuck and buck cranking you the type to leave not come back for more but nothing comes back void what's made for me Skye to see you still not done ill be that one to say here kingdom come the grand special like I put my foot in it. I mean put it in you mouth straight out the kitchen . Saw you and roll up a I'm down for a killing might guy gotta have some smoke for a big figure Waited so long, had I cut a year to a meal lion standing on bidness like I'm the stallion get these dividends like I'm here for sit in set in stone not all that glitters is gold

[solivcgant]

hey, you know i love you and eiji with my entire heart. your portrayal is nothing short of amazing. you've spent so much time pouring love and devotion into him and it shows! you've truly taken him and transformed him into so much more than what we see. he's more than just the villain in one of the movies; he's his own person, with reasons behind his actions and flaws. his hobbies, his quirks, the little things about him and his personality really stick out to me whenever you talk about him or write him in threads and asks. and i absolutely promise that i'm not biased when i say that your portrayal of eiji has inspired and continues to inspire my asuna. i adore you and everything you do with the boy!

+82 beep beep.

cries. aaaah, i thought with my tags i would be able to meme some more-- lumiyaa this isn't something i can respond to with just my dog memes. but thank you for tagging along and helping me develop eiji into the current person he is now from the few minutes of screen time that he had. even though eiji hasn't completely memed around in your inbox yet and only calls for her to get kazuto away, i truly think they would eventually get along. and eiji would also understand her struggles to being the perfect daughter since he wanted to stand out in his own family (but comically fell short and now doesn't deal with his family ripp). anywaay i enjoy our headcanons and rewrites of canon since.. you phrase it best. canon sucks and puts asuna on the backburner. never forget the injustice of reducing asuna's presence in os #honTRUEcrimes. seeing your new pinned post made me excited at the chance of eiji and asuna interactions and having them bond over their kpop/jpop groups uvu;; thank you for always putting up with me and eiji! i cant wait to watch you bring your asuna and your BETTER headcanons to life.

[ronkulus]

I am Excited for all winners holy shit