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lonely-cowboy · 4 months

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chasing rainbows

pairing: connor (rk800) x f!reader

summary: you recently learned that connor has only ever seen the world in one color. gutted at the thought of such a colorless world, you decide to help him see the beauty of the world. only he doesn't care about the world. he only cares about you.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: nothing major, but lowkey a mess bc this is my first longer-ish fic, reader is really embracing her y/n moment, connor is so ooc it's kinda insane but i love him so whatever, they're both really confused about their feelings until they're suddenly not

author's note: i'm replaying dbh as one does bc i was sad and missed connor AND I'M LITERALLY FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE THIS PLAYTHROUGH?? my first playthrough was so nice and sweet and silly so now i'm trying to get other endings BUT I'M NOT STRONG ENOUGH FOR ALL THE EMOTIONAL DAMAGE?? anyway, my solution (as always) was to write happy connor and some grumpy hank yay! yes i did spend the first 1k words talking about literal colors, ignore that

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Work was never the place to do work. That was something you learned from Hank after working under him for years.

Sitting at your desk that was situated across from Hank and Connor, you decided to ignore your terminal and the case report it displayed. You’d get to it eventually. Eventually. Besides, you were confident that you would be able to finish it relatively quickly.

Instead, you were tiredly flipping through a book of color swatches. Your gaze flitted across endless pages, darting from color to color as you searched for something eye-catching. In your recent efforts to make your apartment feel more homely, you decided it was time to add an accent wall, you just needed the right color. Obviously, the precinct was the best place to be color searching.

By the time you reached the end of the swatch booklet, you had only found two colors that interested you. At least then it would be easier to make a decision. You eyed the olive and plum swatches like you would a homicide suspect, trying your best to picture them in your apartment. You pursed your lips in thought, staring at the colors for so long that you could’ve sworn you were going cross-eyed.

“Detective?” Connor called, your eyes snapping to meet his. “Are you alright?”

“Actually, no, I’m not,” you answered with an exaggerated sigh, trying to sound as hopeless as possible. “I’m having quite the dilemma.”

“Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked.

The sincerity in his voice made your heart melt. He always showed such care for you. Sometimes you wondered if it was just another part of his social programming, but somehow, you knew it wasn’t. Connor genuinely did care about you, even when it was just your inability to pick a paint color. You almost felt bad for teasing him. Almost.

“I just can’t for the life of me decide on a paint color,” you said, glancing up at him with that shit-eating grin he was unfortunate to know so well.

Connor’s pleasant smile collapsed into a disappointed frown once he realized he had succumbed to your teasing.

“Saw that coming from a mile away,” Hank grumbled.

“You can help too, Lieutenant!” you said in an excessively cheerful tone, just to annoy Hank. “It’s not like you’re doing anything important.”

“Yeah, well, fuck you, kid” Hank sighed, turning his chair to face you fully. Work was never the place to do work.

With both Connor and Hank focused on you, you slid the two color swatches across your desk. Hank leaned forward with mild interest, nodding his head to himself as he considered both choices. Connor mimicked Hank, leaning forward and furrowing his brows at the sight of the swatches.

After a long moment of deliberation, Hank finally said, “Green.”

You nodded in approval as Connor looked at Hank with what could only be described as pure confusion. He then turned back to the colors before looking at you with an unsettled expression.

“I don’t understand,” Connor murmured. “These colors are the same.”

You and Hank stared at Connor in bewilderment. Maybe you could understand it if the colors were different shades of the same color and androids just had a poor sense of color differentiation. But these swatches weren’t even remotely close in color. There was nothing similar about them at all.

You and Hank exchanged a look of confusion. Maybe this was Connor’s attempt at a joke. No, he had made jokes before, and they were genuinely funny. Especially the ones that poked fun at Hank.

“Connor,” you started. “What do you mean?”

“They’re the same,” Connor repeated with a shrug, looking between you and Hank like he didn’t understand what he was missing. And he obviously didn’t understand.

“One is olive, one is plum,” you said.

“Green and purple,” Hank offered rather unhelpfully.

Connor only shrugged again, still unable to differentiate the two.

“Does anything look different than normal?” you questioned.

“No,” Connor replied simply.

Was it possible for androids to be colorblind? The idea baffled you. The only way Connor could be colorblind was if he was programmed to be that way. Why would he be programmed to not see color?

“Can you… I don’t know… describe what things look like to you?” you asked unsurely. Was that too abstract of a thought for an android? It was already too abstract for you. “Does everything look the same color?”

Connor considered your question, eyes narrowed as he glanced around the precinct. Hank looked at you like you were crazy for wanting to get to the root of this. Maybe you were.

“I… I suppose it all appears relatively similar,” Connor said with equal uncertainty.

You frowned at that. The world must have seemed so… well, sad to Connor. You hated the thought of his world being limited to a single color. He deserved to see the world for what it really was. He deserved so much… If you could at least give him this one thing, you would be satisfied.

“Do you want to change that?” you proposed.

“I admit, I would be curious,” Connor replied.

Immediately, you jumped up from your desk chair and started putting your coat on. Connor took that as a sign to do the same, rising from his chair to stand beside you.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Hank interjected. “Where do you two think you’re going?”

“To help Connor, obviously,” you replied with a bratty eye roll.

“That has nothing to do with work, kid, sit down,” Hank retorted, preferring that the two of you stayed with him so that he didn’t have to suffer alone.

“This has everything to do with work,” you countered like the typical asshole Hank knew you as. “Don’t you realize all the ways this probably inhibits Connor’s work? I mean, picture a typical crime scene. There are probably so many details he’s missing because he can’t fucking see color!”

“Actually,” Connor remarked. “I speculate that my limited color sensory was included in an effort to keep me focused on my investigations and avoid any distractions–”

“Connor,” you intervened, turning to give him a stern look.

“Yes, Detective?”

“Shut up.”

Immediately, Connor sealed his lips shut and pressed them into a thin line. You adored it when he listened to you.

You turned your attention back to Hank, flashing that brilliant smile that told him you weren’t going to listen to a single fucking thing he said. He sighed grumpily at the sight of it, turning back to his desk with a shake of his head.

In the absence of any other objections, you grabbed Connor’s hand and led him out of the precinct. You wondered if he could see the vibrant blush that coated your cheeks at the intimate contact. You hoped not.

He did.

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“Are you sure about this?” you questioned hesitantly.

In the middle of your living room, you stood in front of Connor with his new occipital unit in hand. You held it gingerly as if the slightest touch would break it. Although it was a lot easier to purchase biocomponents than you had expected. If it were to break, you would only have to walk three or so blocks to buy a new one.

You looked at Connor worriedly while he stood patiently. You were far, far from any kind of engineer. You had absolutely zero experience when it came to replacing android biocomponents. No matter how many times Connor reassured you, you still stressed at the thought of making a mistake. He promised it was easy, but how could changing biocomponents be anywhere close to easy?

“You can do it, I promise,” Connor murmured encouragingly.

His hand came up to encircle your wrist, tugging your hand forward gently. Your cheeks heated at the contact, making you aware of just how close the two of you were. You glanced away bashfully as you were overwhelmed by butterflies. When you returned your attention to Connor, you watched in awe as the skin around his right eye peeled away, revealing the natural white plastic. Connor’s eyes flicked across your face nervously, worried that you might be disturbed. But to you, it was like seeing a new and vulnerable side to Connor, one that you very much enjoyed.

As you reached for his current occipital unit, you froze with your brows furrowed. Your apartment was far from an interesting sight. There wasn’t much to look at, your apartment still lacking a homely feeling. Damnit, you really needed that accent wall.

“Come on,” you said without explanation.

You moved to leave your apartment after gently placing the two new occipital units into your bag. Slugging it over your shoulder, you waited at the door for Connor to follow. Connor stared after you, the white plastic disappearing.

“Come on,” you repeated, gesturing for him to follow.

Connor followed without a second thought. God, it really was so endearing when he listened.

You led Connor out of your apartment building and across the street to the nearby park. You wandered aimlessly for what felt like hours, trying to find the most scenic view for Connor to enjoy as his first sight.

At last, you settled on a bench situated in front of a little pond. Tall, stooping trees crowded the pond with just enough space between their branches to see the bright sky above. You were glad to be enjoying this moment in the fall when the leaves were the perfect shades of orange.

You stood with your hands on your hips, eyeing the view with a skeptical glint. Connor would be able to see a good range of colors from here. This place would do just fine.

Pulling Connor along, you sat him down on the bench by lightly pressing on his shoulders. Once he was seated with his hands neatly placed along his thighs, you reached for the first occipital unit from your bag.

“Okay,” you said with a determined huff. “Much better view, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know, I can’t see it very well,” Connor replied cheekily.

You couldn’t help but smile at that, rolling your eyes at Connor’s teasing. This only meant he had been spending a concerning amount of time around you and Hank. When you looked back at him, you exhaled slowly, “Ready?”

Connor nodded once, revealing the white plastic of his right eye once again. Before pulling it out, you reached forward and pressed a soft hand overtop Connor’s eyes, silently reminding him to keep his eyes closed until you said otherwise. When you pulled your hand away, you were pleased to find that his eyes remained closed.

Your fingertips then pressed against the plastic of Connor’s occipital unit. It popped out easily, allowing you to pull it out slowly and with ease, just as Connor had promised. It was jarring to see him without an eye. Or rather without a whole chunk of his face. You worried you might still mess up, leaving him without half of his face.

But when you pressed the new occipital unit forward, you found that it was just as easy as pulling the old one out. It took a moment to adjust, but the new part quickly shifted to match Connor’s appearance, his freckled skin melting over it and the doe-like shape of his eyes returning. That made you sigh with relief. You just hoped they were still the same beautiful brown you found yourself constantly lost in.

You then did the same with his other eye, quietly applauding yourself for not making a single mistake.

With his occipital units in place, you rounded the bench to stand behind Connor whose eyes remained closed obediently. Standing behind him, you placed your hands over his eyes once again, a giddy smile adorning your lips.

“You ready?” you asked, unable to contain your excitement.

“I think so,” Connor said hesitantly.

“Yeah, you’re ready,” you decided.

Slowly, you pulled your hands away, studying Connor with a sweet smile. You expected him to enjoy the view in silence, looking at every single thing he possibly could. But you were surprised to find that he barely even regarded the view. Instead, he immediately turned to look at you from over his shoulder.

With a tentative hand, he reached out for your hand that rested on the bench’s back. He pulled you gently around the bench so that you stood in front of him. His hand still held your limp hand as he stood to face you. He looked down at you with a small but warm smile, eyes exploring every inch of your face.

The unexpected attention had your heart racing, a nervous heat spreading throughout your body. You clenched your jaw tightly, a jumble of confusing and unwanted emotions consuming your entirety. Not wanting to say anything stupid to ruin… whatever this moment was, you clamped your mouth shut. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander, exploring Connor’s features the same way he did yours.

Connor’s warm touch left your hand, making you frown ever so slightly. But you were immediately comforted as he placed both hands on your cheeks. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles along your cheekbones like they had a mind of their own, relaxing your clenched jaw. His eyes locked with yours, never once blinking in fear that he would miss something if he did.

You practically forgot how to speak. You forgot how to do everything. It was a hassle to recall how you were even supposed to breathe. The only thing you could do was stare at Connor with a dreamy glimmer in your eyes.

“Your eyes are really pretty,” Connor mumbled.

You swallowed timidly before speaking, “Thank you.”

“You’re…” Connor began before his LED circled red.

Your gaze flickered to his LED, watching intently as it continued to flash red. That was a poor move on your part. Having broken the intense eye contact, Connor glanced away from you, looking straight ahead and dropping his hands from your cheeks like he suddenly awoke from a trance. Focused on the horizon, Connor’s LED spiraled yellow several times before returning to its typical blue.

His sudden change in attitude only added to your confusion of emotions. You took a pained step back, eyes falling to the ground.

“I didn’t expect the leaves to be this color,” Connor commented casually.

You cleared your throat and turned your back to Connor to focus on the leaves. You didn’t want him to see your embarrassed flush, though you were sure he already did.

“They’re not always this color,” you muttered. “Only in the fall. In the warmer months, they’re green.”

You caught a glimpse of Connor tilting his head, his nose scrunched with intrigue. He tried to visualize what that would look like, but having only seen one color since his creation, he didn’t seem to understand.

“Green like… like the grass,” you clarified, pointing to an open patch of grass.

“I’d like to see that. Perhaps you can bring me back here in the spring,” Connor hummed. When you didn’t say anything, he continued. “Are there other colors to see?”

“So many more,” you answered, flashing Connor a small (and slightly awkward) smile.

Connor trailed along beside you as you strolled through the park. Still too embarrassed to look at him, you also took the opportunity to admire the beauty of the park’s striking colors. You were ignorant to the way Connor watched you contently out of the corner of his eye. Of all the wonderfully colorful sights, you were by far his favorite. You were the only thing he could look at.

“Which one is your favorite?” Connor asked as you slowed your walk, having walked the entirety of the park. “Color, I mean.”

You stopped to consider his question, looking around at the abundance of colors. They were all so beautiful in their own ways that it was difficult to choose. But then your eyes landed on Connor, and it seemed so clear.

“Blue,” you replied definitively.

You felt foolish for your choice, but you couldn’t help that there was some truth to it. Blue had always been a pleasant color, but after knowing Connor, it took on a different meaning. When Connor’s LED was blue, it indicated he was happy. Or at least satisfied. You liked to see him when he was happy. It eased your mind knowing he was content. Because of him, it was now a color you associated with joy.

Though you didn’t say anything, you looked away flustered, wondering if Connor could somehow read your mind. You wouldn’t be at all surprised if he could.

“Do you have a favorite?” you inquired quickly.

Connor pursed his lips, mimicking you as he looked around the park. His head then snapped down to look at you, eyes immediately finding yours. He cocked his head curiously the way he always did. The way that made you so weak you could barely stand.

“What color are your eyes?” Connor wondered.

Your eyes widened, eyebrows arched as if you had misheard him. But you knew you hadn’t.

The way he spoke so nonchalantly drove you insane. How could he be so casual about something like this? Did he know what he was doing to you? Was he doing it on purpose? What did any of this mean? Was there any chance at all that he could care for you the same way you did him?

“Uh…,” you mumbled, stuttering out your eye color.

Connor nodded thoughtfully at your answer, his charming eyes still latched onto yours.

“Then that’s what I would say,” said Connor. “Your eyes are my favorite.”

“Oh,” you said dumbly, clueless as to how on earth you were supposed to respond to that.

The corners of Connor’s lips quirked into an affectionate smile. He arched his brows at you like he expected something more than just oh.

Your mind was racing for anything to say. Were you just supposed to ignore Connor’s loving words that felt far too much like a subtle confession? Were you supposed to confront it head-on? Neither of those options sounded good.

“Thanks,” you whispered. “I like them too.”

As you cursed yourself endlessly for saying the stupidest fucking thing to come to mind, Connor’s grin widened. A quiet laugh escaped his lips, one that you didn’t hear through the blaring alarms screaming “why are you such an idiot?” in your head.

“That was stupid,” you groaned, deciding it was better to admit it than ignore it. “But… thank you. You… you have pretty eyes too.”

“Thank you, Detective,” Connor said cheerfully.

You moved to continue walking with Connor close at your side. Maybe you were crazy (there was always a good chance of that), but you could’ve sworn he was standing considerably closer than before. Your arm swung at your side, his arm brushing against yours in the slightest. It didn’t matter how insignificant that touch was, it meant something to you. Maybe it meant something to Connor too.

You had been walking in complete silence until Connor spoke, his words making you trip and fumble and scream and cry and scream and die a little.

“You’re pretty to look at. All of you, not just your eyes,” he said, shooting you an adorably attractive wink for emphasis.

You stopped dead in your tracks, Connor trailing ahead until he noticed you were no longer beside him. You stared at him with a far too serious expression, one that made him doubt his words. How could he be so casual about something so serious? Did he actually feel this way, or was it all a heartless prank?

“Your words are really fucking with me, Connor, you know that?” you said.

“I know,” Connor nodded with a cocky edge. God, he really was spending way too much time with you and Hank to be this snarky.. “Your heart has been racing the entire time we’ve been together.”

“So you’re purposefully torturing me?”

“I wouldn’t consider this torture. But, yes. I suppose I’ve been… holding this over you.”

“Well, stop that!”

Connor flashed you a cheeky grin as he approached you again. His hands moved to cup your reddened cheeks, warming them with his soft touch.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t do this to you,” Connor said fondly. “Not when you’ve shown me how beautiful the world is… How beautiful you are.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, trying to hide the smile that crept along your lips.

“You’ve told me before that I’m terrible at shutting up, I don’t see why I should start now.”

You and Connor wore matching smirks as you tried to best the other, subconsciously moving closer to each other.

“Oh, so you don’t want to shut up and kiss me?” you parried.

“When did those words ever leave my mouth?”

“When did you get so cocky?”

“When I realized I could have you.”

You had nothing to say after that. No witty remark or snide comment. All you could offer was a gentle smile.

Connor leaned forward, his nose brushing against yours. He was so close that you could feel his breath– so real for an android– against your lips.

“Pretty smile too,” he murmured, his lips grazing yours.

“It’d look even prettier if you actually kissed me,” you whispered.

Connor knew he couldn’t win this battle of wits. He honorably accepted his loss, knowing it was the only way to kiss you. You beamed into his kiss, proud of yourself for being so stubborn. That was quickly lost on you when you felt the softness of Connor’s lips. You indulged in his touch, leaning forward against his chest to feel as much of him as possible.

Connor pulled away sooner than you would have liked, resting his forehead against yours. A breath of a laugh escaped his lips when he saw that desperate glint in your eyes. He pulled back to look you in the eye after pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. His thumb brushed under your eye, lost in the color he loved so dearly.

“You’ll always be my favorite sight.”

#detroit become human #connor x reader #dbh connor x reader #rk800 x reader #dbh connor #connor rk800

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anime-fan-05 · 1 month

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I JUST DISCOVERED YOUR ACCOUNT AND I LOVE IT i couldn't find anyone who wrote for nana 😭😭 can you make jealousy headcanons for nana's boys? (sorry if something is written wrong, english is not my native language 😞)

Nana ~Jealousy~

Manga/anime: Nana

Warnings: nothing

(Y/N): your name

Thank you very much! And I hope I didn't make the characters OOC!

T. Nobuo (Nobu)

He isn't a guy who gets jealous easily: he trusts you blindly

However, he still feels very insecure and, when he sees the interactions you've with another guy, he starts asking a series of discouraging questions in his head ('Would (Y/N) be better off with him? Is she happy with me?')

While you're talking to a boy, he tries to stay close to you and to butt in on your conversations and, when you two are alone, he asks you if you're happy with him

After you answer him, he tends to get a little clingy and hugs you tightly for a few minutes

"Were you jealous?" "Yes..."

O. Shin'ichi (Shin)

He quickly becomes very jealous: he's never had anyone to take care of him, so he tends to become very attached to those he cares about

As soon as he sees a boy approaching you, he immediately stands next to you and puts his arm around your waist

If he notices a guy starting to flirt with you, he approaches you two and kiss you passionately

"What's wrong with you, Shin?" "He was too close to you!"

In the end, he's just scared of losing you, so he tries to act on his fear by staying close to you and not letting anyone make you uncomfortable with their attentions

T. Yasushi (Yasu)

I think he's the calmest of all the characters: he trusts you and knows you would never betray him

However, he still feels a little annoyed when he sees you chatting happily with a boy, so he always goes near you

The days after he feels that mild jealousy, he tries to stay closer to you, working from home and sleeping all night with you (yes, I think he works partly at nights because of the band), and he confesses to you many times his love for you and how much he cares for you

"I love you so much, you know that?" "Yes, you told me that about ten times today."

Nevertheless, he never tries to distance you from guys, because he thinks it isn't right towards you: he thinks, just as you don't stop him from talking to women, he shouldn't do that either

H. Ren

Like Nobu, he also rarely gets jealous, but he feels very insecure when he sees you with another guy

However, unlike him, he puts aside his insecurity and, acting tough, he approaches you and hugs you from behind, glaring at the boy you were chatting with

"What are you talking about, darling?"

As soon as you two are alone, though, he starts holding you tighter, but without hurting you, and allows his insecurities to return: "(Y/N), you're happy with me, right?"

He needs a good dose of reassurance from you to make all his insecurities stop

I. Takumi

He's certainly the most jealous and possessive of all the characters: in fact, it's very likely you two often argue due to his excessive jealousy and possessiveness

When he notices you're with a boy, he immediately runs goes to you and hugs you tightly to make him go away

If the guy doesn't get the hint, he kisses you very passionately

"What did you do, Takumi?!" "You're mine, and that was too close to you!"

He remains angry for days after becoming jealous and, out of spite, he may even date other women, just to "return the favor"

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lu-lus-duckies · 1 month

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@huskers-bar x @nunalastor chapter 3

Tags: enemies to lovers, angst?, eventual fluff, yearning?, soft huskers-bar, both mods are separate people, no beta we die like i do in this fic (not yet though), minor character death, ooc, au: hellaverse (hazbin hotel), nunalastor is head of the marketing department of the hazbin hotel (lucifer grabbed them randomly), jealousy?, huskers-bar is an employee at voxtek, lulu as a villain, lulu is a dog, huskers-bar is a liar, secret dating?

chapter: 3/? / chapter Word count: 1,659 / total word count: 4942

nunalastor as a single entity is nunalastor, traumatized mod dickmaster and cursed mod nun. and huskers-bar just husk/huskers. babygirl anon will be babygirl anon. I will be lulu. Angie will be angie but is meant to be read as angel dust.

A/N: peepee poopoo nunalastor lore drop uwu. thinking of removing the enemies to lovers tag on this because the plot has changed so much from what I originally planned. lulu is losing the funny so less funny stuff this chapter

As Huskers stood there, frozen in the doorway, their eyes widened with a mix of surprise and mild anxiety. They couldn't believe their luck-or was it misfortune?-to stumble upon them at a place like this. All the while Dickmaster kept staring at them with that unwavering gaze. One that could only belong to a cat that had too much catnip

"And who are you?" Dickmaster hissed, finger pointed directly at the huskers, their eyes narrowing and emitting an intense glare. "some kind of stalker?"

Huskers cleared their throat, trying to break the awkward tension they had accidentally created. If only this was a normal meeting. "Um, hey there! Fancy meeting you both here... I am not a stalker, actually. I work at voxtek and Angie, who I had to work with, informed me of the hotel and I liked the idea... didn't think I'd see you here" They choked on their words, offering a nervous smile while fidgeting with their fingers and displaying a toothy grin that seemed too wide to be genuine. They grabbed the hem of their shirt and started tugging excessively. Their hands felt way too sweaty.

"You're avoiding my question, who are you?" Dickmaster retorted, taking a step back and finding support on the nearest surface, which happened to be the bathroom door. Their eyes narrowed, radiating skepticism and cautiosness.

This was a once in a lifetime opportunity for huskers. Nunalastor genuinely didn't seem to know who they were, which why would they? It's funny to even think that. This meant Huskers had a golden ticket, a second chance. Maybe they'll get to know them and change their mind on hating them? It was in the realm of possibility. At least they hope so.

"oh just one of the anons" Huskers lied through their teeth, waving a hand awkwardly and dismissively. The nervous chuckle was the last cherry on the top for their fabrication. "Love your blog by the way" Huskers offered the compliment, attempting to salvage what was left of the already a horrifying first impression.

Dickmaster though, seemed to loosen up a bit after that answer, though still kept their guard up. One could never know about these things and it wouldn't be the first time their instincts were right.

"ah, there's too fuckin many of you... have some mercy on my lil ol askbox sometimes" They added, slipping back into their online persona. Brushing off imaginary dust from their attire and examining their hand closely, it became apparent that this was probably a nervous habit of some sort.

The atmosphere grew increasingly awkward, leaving Huskers unsure of how to continue the conversation. However, they couldn't just... give up. Their desire to get to know Nunalastor better was the reason behind hiding their identity after all.

"uhm yeah... what, are you even doing here?" Huskers asked, after an uncomfortably long minute of just staring at the wall directly behind Dickmaster. The lump in their throat was starting to annoy them and he was starting to sweat.

"None of your buisness, Stalker" Dickmaster retorted, instantly stiffening up in response to the questioning. Was this turning into an interrogation? how dare someone ask something about them! They are a private person damn it! What'll they ask for next? Their favorite color?! Disgusting

Huskers recoiled, taken aback by the response which felt way more aggressive than it needed to be. The fact that they had just been called a stalker didn't even register in their mind.

"oh sorry, uhm... I should just leave then huh?" huskers asked, gesturing back to where they had come from, their nervous smile faltering to a saddened but genuine expression.

The flushing of the toilet was a lot louder than it needed to be and so was the sound of the door slamming open. Finally, Nun had decided to leave the bathroom, with an emotionless stare towards Huskers. "you should" They said.

Dickmasters eyes sparkled with joy as they reached for the bathroom door. Finally, inner peace-except their mood was immediately spoiled as soon as Nun picked them up bridal style.

'We'll be leaving now" Nun said, not even sparing a glance in Huskers' direction. They turned and started heading towards the direction of their shared hotel room without a second glance.

"Right, see you later" Huskers waved a little dejected, definitely startled but what could he do? ... Besides, they'd probably get more opportunities to interact with them if they decided to stay at the hotel. Though it's back to square zero as it seems, or square negative one.

Dickmaster unapologetically sexily started squirming and thrashing in Nuns grip "what?! wait-Nun-HOLD ON I STILL NEED TO USE THE-"

"Pee on me instead" Nun didn't even hesitate

"i need to shit-"

"sorry, shit on me instead" Nun corrected themself before dissapearing behind their room.

Huskers stood there confused and kind of amused. "What the fuck?" They said, pulling out their phone. They just need to know. They had to kno. They opened nunalastors inbox, hit the anonymous switch and wrote out their question. Within moments, a ding went off on their phone

what are the mods relationship with eachother? - anon

lulu we know this is you - nunalastor

"What the fuck was that, Nun?" Dickmaster angrily shouted as soon as the hotel room door was locked behind them. Managing to wriggle free from Nun's grasp, Dickmaster regained their footing, assuming a stance that demanded attention and respect, one that was clearly not showing.

Nun immediately switched their usually nonchalant or sassy tone to a more serious one. Their eyes were understanding but nevertheless a little angry. Who wouldn't be in their shoes? The annoyance of the demand was very much palpable. "You know you can't be seen out in public like this!"

This response only served to further enrage Dickmaster. They deserved their personal space! They weren't a child! This overprotective behavior was getting out of hand and becoming too unbearable.

"But Nun," Dickmaster began to explain, their voice a mix of frustration and determination, "they were here seeking redemption, I'm sure it's—"

"they could be another one of those stalkers! not like it hasn't happened before!" Nun interrupted, their voice filled with a mixture of frustration and caution. They knew all too well that encounters with obnoxious fans were not pleasant ones, especially considering they were in hell. It didn't even stop when they were out for snacks once in a blue moon. They never wanted a repeat of that incident with that crazy one, Lulu or whatever the fuck his name was, something stupid like that.

Dickmaster though was not budging. Despite the awkward tension of the encounter with huskers, they didn't think the anon was any danger to them. Either of them. Their gut feelings were always trustworthy "They didn't seem like it, they said they worked at voxtek and that Angie invited them, they wouldn't be here if not for Angie"

"That doesn't prove anything," Nun countered, equally stubborn, refusing to give an inch and provide Dickmaster with even a sliver of space. They were aware of how annoying and frustrating their protective stance might be, but their conscience simply wouldn't allow them to come to any form of harm.

This disagreement triggered a hissing fit from Dickmaster, who refused to accept Nun's ridiculous behavior. It had been a month since the last extermination and since Nun had started acting overly protective. Dickmaster paced back and forth in the room, desperately trying to channel their frustration into anything other than punching the nearest wall. "IT SHOULD! I can't be monitored like a hawk! this is ridiculous!"

Nun grumbled, fully aware that this confrontation was inevitable. It was time to employ their ultimate weapon. They put on their most sexiest face, placing a hand on Dickmaster's shoulder and attempting to physically ease the tension. "Sorry, babygirl. Let me apologize with my tongue."

"no" oh no. It's worse than Nun thought.

Nun took a deep breath and let it out, now it was time to get serious, as much as they despised doing so. They locked eyes with Dickmaster, offering the most sincere expression they could muster. Their voice adopted a soft, low, and soothing tone, oozing with genuine concern. "listen, dickmaster, you know I'm just looking out for you right?"

"Maybe" Dickmaster avoided looking at Nuns eyes, they were angry and Nuns eyes were the last thing they wanted to see. Instead, their eyes found comfort in the apartment floorings unusual patterns, refusing to look up.

Nun didn't like that, but didn't try to force it. "And that I want what's best for you?"

Dickmaster scrunched up their nose, not even hesitating with their response. "Debatable, considering you—"

"Please!" Nun interjected, their grip on Dickmaster's shoulder tightening as they cut off their sentence. They didn't need a reminder of what they did. "please, let me get your soul back for you first, let me make it up to you and then I can leave you alone, promise"

Dickmaster was in a whirlwind of thoughts, most of them screaming to slam them against the nearest wall and feed them worms but that was besides the point

"not like you're giving me a choice" Dickmaster very reluctantly gave in, clearly not happy about it, not one bit. They crossed their arms and put some physical distance between them. "fine."

Nun decided not to push further. A heavy sigh sounded throughout the room. "Thank you." Nun finished, finally happy they got through. They opened up their ask box and started answering more headcanons as a distraction.

Back at the hotel, a sinner, looking a little too much like an imp sits at the stairs of the entrance of the hotel, humming a tune to himself. A pair of footsteps could be heard behind him, along with that of a cane, commonly mistaken for a dildo.

"Ah. Lulu my dear, what brings you here this lovely evening?"

#I DID IT #I WROTE THIS IN UNDER 4 HOURS #I am going insane in the best ways rn #eat up because this is as much as a serious fic ya'll getting from me #tune in next time for lulu being a piece of shit #nunwhiskers #lulu is delulu #lulu is feral #huskers-bar x nunalastor

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i-write-abt-a-buncha-stuff · 2 years

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Ace, Zoro, Sanji, and Law with an S/O who loves singing<3

Self indulgence continues>>>

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Fluff, possibly OOC, not proofread, GN, no pronouns used

Please enjoy this mess i cranked out simply because i wanted to😭

Please send any One Piece requests my way!<3

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🔥Ace🔥:

ADORES your voice

“You know, the stunning siren usually isn’t on the boat.”

Encourages you to sing around others

Loves hearing you hum as you do little tasks around the ship

Contrary to previous examples, your voice keeps him from falling asleep

In a good way

This was noticed by the entire crew, so now they ask you to sing whenever they see him doze off, it’s free entertainment to them

Tries to sing along with you, but he sounds terrible

But you would never tell him that

Since he has his crew mates to do that for you.

“Leave the singing to Y/N, Ace.”

⚔️Zoro⚔️:

Claims you make it hard to nap

This is reverse psychology, hearing you sing gentle tunes lulls him to sleep faster than a stomach full of food and beer

Would never admit it, but he’s addicted to your voice

He will always complain, but if you were to ever actually stop singing around him, he’d subtly ask you to continue.

“What’s wrong? You’re usually chirping a tune by now, songbird.”

“Please, I don’t want to listen to you, it’s just weird now that you’re quiet.”

Despite himself, he often taps his foot or nods his head along to your songs

But you will never catch him singing along

He’s too sneaky about it.

🧑🏼‍🍳Sanji🧑🏼‍🍳:

When he learns you can sing, it’s all over

All but outright begs you to serenade him

“Y/N~? What was that lovely song you were singing earlier?”

Makes a delicious honey tea for your throat, should you ever need it

He gets excessively jealous if anyone else hears you

He’s convinced you only sing for him, so he operates on this assumption

“Your voice is a blessing from the Gods, nobody is worthy of it.”

He will literally melt if you ever sing in a sultry tone, he literally becomes a dog on your leash

🧑🏻‍⚕️Law🧑🏻‍⚕️:

Genuinely gets annoyed by it, but he doesn’t show it

He knows you love singing, so he hides his frustration

It’s not that he doesn’t like it, he does

But the man always has so much on his plate, your singing can sometimes be the final step over the stress line for him

It also tends to make him feel bad

he honestly loves your voice, and he wants to give you the proper attention when you do sing around him

He denies it anytime you mention it, but there was one night he went to your room, climbed into your bed, and asked you to sing him to sleep

He just needs your patience, he’ll get there

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Hoo-wee, lookee there. Probably OOC for the boys, but I tried😭 if you have any One Piece requests, feel free to send them in! lots of love to y’all!💕

#one piece #portgas ace x yn #portgas d ace #trafalgar d law x reader #law x reader #law x y/n #portgas ace x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro x y/n #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #vinsmoke sanji x reader #one piece x reader

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gomzwrites · 10 months

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100 Followers Special: Fic Marathon

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more info on the fic marathon check out this post :)

Day 5: Alejandro Vargas

Tags: fluff, xgn!reader, xmedic reader, terrible Spanish(forgive me), medical jargons, mention and description of wounds and injury but nothing too explicit

Notes: ・❥・reader's texts are in blue (I know I always put it purple so am sorry if you got confuse XD) ・❥・indented texts are memories ・❥・translation are written below sentences in small size ・❥・dividers drawn by @gomzdraws

a/n: to the peeps who wanted me to write Ale <3 I'll be honest I'm not very well versed with him so if he seems ooc im sorry xD not me writing this and revising my notes at the same time WHEEZE my pharm side is showing heavily in this fic-

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Ah doc! Good to see you again, preciosa~ Ha pasado un tiempo y mis ojos están llenos de ganas de verte…

It's been a while and my eyes are full of desire to see you…

You roll your eyes as you smirk and turn around to see the ever-flirtatious Alejandro walking into the medical bay with a smug look as he leaned on the door.

What can I do for the Colonel this time?

You cross your arms and lean your weight on one leg as you watch him chuckle and walk towards you with confidence.

Please, doc. You can just call me Alejandro like before; there’s no need for formalities, yeah?

He says this as he leans in close to you and gives you a wink. You give another chuckle as you look back at him with a sheepish smile. Alejandro is a big flirt; that much is known, but you can’t help but get weak at his antics and the words that flow naturally out of his mouth.

Just wanted to ask you to take a look at my dressing, cariño.

You nod as you wear your medical gloves and motion to sit on the bed. Four days ago, you dealt with his injury, covered up some of his wound, and have been assessing his recovery progress. There’s a rather deep one on his mid-trunk on his abdomen.

Alright, take off your shirt, Alejandro.

Ah? At least take me to dinner first, doc.

You shot him a glare as you sighed and pretended to be annoyed. You waited patiently as he lifted his shirt up, folded it, and placed it neatly on the bed. You take a look at the strip of the wound, noting how it was still dry and there was no spread or swelling redness around it, but the dressing did have some clear liquid oozing on the side.

Alright, I’m going to change the dressing. Lay down for me.

Alejandro gives you a nod as he follows your order and rests on the bed. You set up the sterile zone on the metal surgical table. You slowly begin your procedure and peel up the old dressing, wipe off any excess fluid with gauze, and clean the surrounding skin, being gentle and careful not to cause him any discomfort or pain. Fortunately, it seems like the wound is still well controlled, with no signs of contamination or infection, no odour, and just some thin serous fluid that leaks around the edges of the wound. You assess the surrounding skin as you go on.

Does it still hurt?

Not as much, but it does itch sometimes.

You give another nod as you remove your gloves and wear another new pair of gloves as you remove the new dressing from the packet and seal the dressing on the wound properly.

Alright, you know the drill: keep the wound dry as much as possible, and come to me if anything doesn't feel right.

Alejandro gives you an appreciative nod as he sits up and gives you a smile. He pulls back his shirt with ease as you wash your hands and turn back to him. You give him an amused look as he leans forward and rests his arm on his legs.

You got a meeting after this?

The question startled him slightly.

Hm? sí sí, need to run through some post-mission things.

Hmmm alright.

You give a hum as you stand before him, and he stares you up curiously as you motion his hair with your hand as you chuckled, his hair was a bit messy, with the front strands of hair hanging and intercrossing with one another.

May I?

His eyes lit up with his signature grin, and he leaned forward while slowly opening his legs to let you stand in between them. You glanced down at his muscular thighs for a few seconds before shooting back up at his eyes, blushing slightly before you finally ran your hand through his hair.

He closed his eyes as he let you do your thing. At this distance, he could smell and feel just how close you were to him, mostly antiseptic and alcohol, but he could faintly pick up the citrus perfume that you wore every day. He recognised it and loves it because it has such a fresh smell to him.

But what really sends his heart beating is feeling your delicate hands; since you often wore latex gloves, he never got to indulge your soft skin often. He hums as he slowly opens his eyes and stares up to you through his lashes, watching the way your eyelids were slightly lower and the pink flush that always appears whenever you’re with him, despite wearing a surgical mask all the time.

He liked that he had that ability over you. He liked it when he could make you flustered so easily with just a few simple Spanish words. God, with how good-looking and cute you are, he wanted to hold your waist and bring you into his embrace.

There.

You finished styling his hair as you met his eyes again.

He blinked before straightening his back and touching his hair, nodding to you appreciatively.

He wished you wouldn’t have done it so quickly.

But that’s how you are—fast and efficient as you work around in the medical bay. Being a military doctor was certainly no easy feat due to the high-stress environment that requires quick thinking.

Gracias, cariño.

You waved him goodbye as you went back to your desk to update his medical files as he exited the medical bay—not before taking one look at you, of course.

"Looking good, hermano."

Rudy bumps his shoulder before the meeting starts; he raises his eyebrow as he laughs and touches his hair. He’s curious now since he didn’t care how you styled his hair since he was so caught up in his own thoughts. He walked up to the window as he stared through the reflection, humming when he realised you ruffled his hair to lay slightly on the left side instead of the right side; additionally, you also pulled out that one curly strand of hair and let it rest on his forehead.

Hm, I do look good like this.

He thought to himself as he grinned, so this is how you like him to look.

For the next few days and weeks, Alejandro will use any excuse he can to find you, but not before deliberately messing up his hair slightly as he begs for your attention.

Ah, médico, I ran out of aspirin again. I just gave you some two days ago. I must’ve lost it, you know how clumsy I get~ You noticed it too, but really you’re just taking advantage and pretending to follow whatever stories he brews up (while still following the guidelines of course, can’t lose that licence now, can we?)

I'm starting to think you don’t intend to find your "missing comb" now, Ale.

You speak as you brush his hair away with your own comb, with him sitting on your office chair, his arm resting on the headrest as he gleefully smiles. He’s been asking you to style his hair for the past few days because he said "I look better when you style it".

Ah, you know the base; it's so large, my comb could be anywhere!

You chuckled and rolled your eyes as you shook your head.

It’s like I’m babysitting a child.

That earned a chuckle from him as he scooted the swivel chair closer to you and rested his head on one of his arms.

I don’t mind being taken care of by you.

Yeah? I bet you don’t; you're being pampered by me at this rate.

I’m not complaining~

You blushed slightly when he gave you a sly smirk, clearing your throat slightly as you tried to focus on his hair.

I’ll let you pamper me for life if you would allow me, cariño.

He whispered after a while as he slowly rose from the chair and took the comb from your hand. You gulped slightly as he took your hand and kissed your knuckles softly. You glance away nervously before feeling him pull your chin up to face him again.

What do you say, hm?

Your brain short-circuited for a moment as you digested his words, finally nodding as he immediately grinned and pulled you in for a hug, nuzzling his face close to your neck as you giggled slightly.

Now you don’t have to find another lame reason to come bug me.Oh you’re right mi amor, I’ll bother you whenever and however I want now.

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bonbonbunnyships · 2 years

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(Little something I thought about and threw together over Discord. I’ve been trying to deny my feelings for this man, but he’s sunk his teeth deep into me. Might be OOC, but I just have this odd desire to have villains be soft with their loved ones, and I’ve only written him a couple times before this. Mostly self-indulgent, written for myself so with a fem reader in mind, but can be read as gn I think. No other real warnings, just fluff really ;w;)

"Are you afraid of me, my little lamb?"

His question echoes against the cold walls of his laboratory, lingering in your ears as you draw a hand to your chest. Only the faint whirr of machines accompanies the otherwise silent room, the question hanging in the air as you find yourself biting your lip slightly.

"Be honest. I'm not going to hurt you if you say yes."

His voice draws your attention back, your eyes meeting the dark crimson ones that sit behind his mask. As always you feel small beneath his gaze, but there's no malice behind them. In fact, you swear there's even an uncharacteristic softness in them now, but perhaps it's your own imagination.

"I- S-sometimes I am, the other Fatui like to say things when they think I can't hear them. Not the other harbingers, but the soldiers and the lackeys, comment idly about how they're surprised I've lasted so long, how they make bets as to when I'll finally be 'retired'." You say softly, eyes downcast as you recount the memories. "But, I feel safe with you too. When you hold me in bed, or have a hand on my shoulder or head when I'm beside you."

He's quiet for a moment, and you fear you’ve angered him, despite his assurances. "I see. ...Would it help then to let you see my face?" There's a hint of anger in his voice initially, towards the agents that spin rumors about him and make bets about his precious assistant's death. Not towards you, for whatever reason he finds himself incapable of being angry towards you, even when things frustrate or annoy him, he can never bring himself to take it out on you.

He doesn't wait for your answer, removing the bird-like mask that always covers his face for you, revealing the jagged scars that drag across his face. Your eyes widen at the sight, but you step closer instead of back.

"Do... do they still hurt?"

"Once. Not anymore."

You purse your lips, quiet for a moment as you take in his face. Seeing him now makes him feel that much more human. There has always been an ethereal quality to him in your eyes, not helped by the stories that run through the facility and the Tsaritsa's palace when he brings you there for work reasons, but seeing him now you’re reminded he's only a man. A man capable of terrible things, but who you love all the same.

"M-may I?" You stutter, reaching forward nervously with a hand, as if to touch the scars that line his face. A brief look of surprise crosses his face, before his usual stern expression returns. He takes one step further, bringing your hand to his face.

The sensation of your soft skin against the torn and ravaged skin of his face is night and day, but it's something he admits he likes. There's something so... serene about it as your small fingers trace the edges of the scars. Your eyes water slightly in the moment, your own excessive empathy triggering for the man so many have labeled a monster.

"There's no need to cry, my lamb... This was all so long ago, I would gladly take a dozen more scars if it would have lead me to you. You soften me in a way I never expected someone would." He says, rubbing the stray tears from your eyes with his thumb. In a flash of movements, he brings you into his lap, pushing your head gently against his chest. "No matter what anyone says, you will always and forever be my sweet little lamb. And if anyone is stupid enough to take you from me or contest that, then I assure you the full wrath of the eleven harbingers will come down upon them."

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #genshin impact #il dottore #fingers crossed the fandom doesn't burn me at the stake for making this my first contribution

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wutheringskies · 7 months

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more than the mess of yin iron, demonic cultivation, villian erasures, the second flute, yunmeng "siblings", and wen qing x jc, what pisses me off about the untamed effect is when I was reading a short fic and there's a line like-

Lan Wangji is exhausted from his chief cultivator duties and he simply wants to go to bed. Of course, he knows Wei Wuxian would be waiting for him, all loud and excited - he considers if he could sleep at his brother's but ultimately decides no. Of course. He loves Wei Ying. He will enjoy his chatter. He just isn't in the mood for it right then.

And when he enters Wei Wuxian is quiet, and prepares him a bath while naked (which is what I came for) but it's Lan Wangji liking that he's quiet that made me (Lan Zhan is my blorbo or whatever it is called; he's the sun in my mind) feel so angry because of course, the author must have either only consumed cql or have their novel reading coloured by cql where you know, Lan Wangji abandons Wei Wuxian to make a political career but like, holy fuck!

1. Lan Wangji getting exhausted from duties ? That already sounds OOC. (Sorry, my precious baby.)

2. Lan Wangji considering not going home to Wei Wuxian ??? Like. What. How.

3. Oh, god I've encountered so many fics where Lan Zhan thinks Wei Ying is annoying or too loud (like seriously). Like - firstly, Wei Ying by himself isn't obnoxious the way some people write him; he's chaotic and he's a gremlin, but he's not the stereotype chaotic gremlin because he always had the YLLZ big dick, even-tone, formal speech potential in him. Like, he's not obnoxious or "excessive"; he teased Lan Zhan when he was 15 because Lan Zhan didn't give him attention so he kept upping the scales; by acting all the more outrageous. But that's not his default setting. He's pretty normal, just zealous and Lan Zhan loves that, loves that Wei Ying is someone bright and cheerful and can smile after storms; and that he's loud and brilliant (wait I swear this wasn't supposed to be a Wei Wuxian love letter...)

4. What do you mean that Lan Zhan let Wei Ying do the work for him without him being drunk, without taking care of Wei Ying first, or talking to him about his day or liking that Wei Ying is being quiet? I feel like there's a really massive amount of people who believe Lan Zhan feels bad because Wei Ying didn't do anything much for him in his previous life? So, they make Wei Ying like the stereotype sexy, obedient wife (honestly it's just putting MDZS characters through fandom tropes without interacting with, or worse, criticizing the source material after having a biased read or no read at all of it). Just having the dialogue "no thank you and no sorry" isn't the point; it's about the actual erasing of debts between them ahhh.

Anyway, I'm thankful to those who write MDZS and create content. But as a canon-enjoyer, I guess I need to work harder to find fanfiction based on canon MDZS 😅

#wangxian #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #lan wangji #wei wuxian

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vrmxlho · 1 year

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bruh i posted my fucking hcs while i was in middle of writing them 😕 anyway here it is copied and pasted:

omg aiku is so fucking ajfsdkhjbf every time i see him i go feral,,,, ALSO YES MORE PEOPLE NEED TO READ GOKURAKUGAI THE ART IS BEAUTIFUL +++ i'm pretty sure this is gonna be ooc because i'm really just making shit up so i apologise in advance lmaoo +++ also im sorry its so short i have no idea what to write 😭

cw: swearing + not proofread because who wants to relive this nightmare??? + probably really ooc but this is my blog so i will do as i please honestly 😒 + suggestive but nothing sexual

LEONARDO LUNA レオナルド・ルナ

his love language is either physical touch or giving gifts

he absolutely adores holding you and he always physically on you, either an arm over your shoulder or a hand on your knee, sometimes he even makes you put your legs on his simply because he likes it that way

but at the same time he is 100% the most infuriating person alive and he prides himself in being annoying

at least he's funny ig

he's constantly teasing you, flirting with you excessively

if he hadn't already told everyone in his life that you were his s/o people would've still been able to guess as much

he's like an annoying puppy who always follows you around asking you to play

he's also incredibly petty, like if you ignore him by mistake or leave him on read because the conversation had ended he's purposefully going to do the same to you

even if the subject of the conversation is actually quite important

nothing can get in the way of his pettiness

"leo, can you please fucking answer me???" he only looked at you briefly before continuing with his stupid hair. it had only been like this for about five minutes but you honestly felt like it had been a century. he was being so fucking annoying. "leonardo luna i swear to god, if you don't fucking answer me this instant i'm going to bash your head in." "i'd still be really attractive though, so i don't really-" "will you please stay on topic for once in your life?" "annoying isn't it?" "THE CONVERSATION HAD ENDED YOU SAID 'OK' AND THAT WAS THE END WHAT ELSE WAS THERE TO ADD????" "you can always add an 'i love you'." "boy. be fucking for real."

forgot to mention that he's also rlly vain

by that i mean he pretends to be vain

he pretend to care about his looks more than he actually does because he thinks its funny

it is sometimes

i am a firm believer that he was one of those kids that was fascinated by the ocean and just any type of water body

he wanted to pursue geography and maybe be a marine biologist before he became a football pro

that's why is his ideal date is renting a boat and going to sea caves to scuba dive in

he insisted on the two of you taking scuba diving lessons together because he wanted to swim with sharks and sea turtles

i feel like he was a summer baby, specifically a leo

because my irl best friend is a leo leonardo

he's also the type to collect shells and make shell necklaces for you

once tried convincing you to change your name to sally and start a seashell business because he thought it would be really funny???

concerning

he's naturally funny but at times he says the dumbest things unironically

his favourite way to destress is to have long bubble baths with you while you both chatter about your day

not necessarily in a sexual way

he just enjoys being physically close to you while also being surrounded by water

leonardo luna was exhausted. you could tell as soon as he entered the house. his usually bright and blindingly positive aura had dulled. his eyes looked distant and he walked with a sway. fatigue made his limbs heavy and he hummed softly before he collapsed on the sofa. "are you okay? leo?" he had already begun snoring slightly when you finally reached him. you chuckled a bit. you wouldn't mind leaving him like this. he looked so cute. his silky hair falling gently on his nose and his cheeks a bit red from the slight chill in the air. but he smelled. reeked of sweat. he must've been too tired to even shower after practice. you weren't about to let him sleep in his sweat, it was simply gross. so first, you tried pulling him off. but not only was he a massive man who weighed a lot more than the usual groceries you carried. he was also resisting making it even harder for you make him budge. so you kissed his forehead, hoping it would wake him up. nothing. this time you pinched him. which worked, because now he was stirring. he opened his eyes which burned with anger and frowned at you. "come have a shower with me." suddenly his eyes were wide and bright again. he basically jumped off the sofa and carried you to the bathroom. he was tired but he didn't mind the extra exhaustion that would come from carrying another human being, since it was you. as soon as you got to the bathroom he basically ripped your clothes off and you were in the shower giving him a massage. then washing his hair and running your hand over his back soothingly. he didn't look tired anymore, it seemed like your presence had woken him up. or perhaps he just didn't want to miss out on your touch. "how was practise?" "couldn't stop thinking about you."

his kisses are always hot and passionate

loves holding your face when he kisses you

as if its the last time he will

he loves how his hands are big enough to hold your entire cheek

your first kiss wasn't awkward at all except for the fact that it was in front of the paparazzi because he loves PDA

unless you genuinely hate it he's always holding your hand in front of the cameras, kissing you, full on making out and everything

is a failure in the kitchen but is surprisingly good at following instructions

you'll never have to cut an onion when he's around!!

real men cry 👍

OLIVER AIKU 愛空

you've made it

you are now dating the hottest man on earth, the biggest playboy in the world has settled down

cuz you're just as hot

but that's exactly what makes him so possessive and jealous

it's not that he doesn't trust you he's just a little insecure, why else do you think he always broke up with his previous flings?

he's scared that if you got to see him for who he really was (as if you haven't already ☠️)

however, whenever he sees you talking to someone he doesn't particularly like he'll come up beside you and pull you close to him by the waist

and if you look uncomfortable he'll literally take you to another setting so you feel better

his love language is words of affirmation!!

he loves hearing how much you love him and how much you wanna spend time with him and how you'd kill for him

but at the same time he absolutely loves teasing you and making you get all flustered

oliver had been feeling down. he didn't really know why. it was 3am and he had this deep pit of despair in his stomach. you looked so peaceful on the bed, sleeping softly and scrunching the blanket up a bit. "how can someone so perfect want to be with me?" "if you're going to be so depressing i might actually break up with you..." you had turned around to stare at him with your tired barely open eyes. you weren't a light sleeper per se but your deep connection to aiku meant that you could feel something was off even if you couldn't see if with your own eyes. "sorry, did i wake you?" he moved back into bed. pulling the sheets over you a bit. "you know i love you right? and i wouldn't even dream about leaving your or whatever you were worrying about." "but-" "no, shut the fuck up. it's late," you pulled his arms around your body and placed yourself right onto his chest, " and i'm cold, so do your job. warm up the bed."

bought you an emerald promise ring after the first date because he instantly fell in love with you and he's suddenly discovered that he was actually a big romantic

(emerald to represent his left eye, left being the side the body your heart is in)

as a playboy, the first date was all a ploy to impress you but also give the impression that he wasn't available so breaking things off or ghosting you wouldn't be a hassle

he took you to a fancy restaurant

for once he wasn't two timing you

anyway after all this he took you to the beach to go on a walk where he asked you if you wanted to go skinny dipping

it was his first challenge, if yes, it would be fun, if no, then he had a reason to break things off with you

but the look of indifference you gave him made him crave more

he could already feel his cheeks heating up and from that day onwards he couldn't stop thinking about you like at all

after you got into an actual relationship you both avoid going back to that restaurant because of just how dull that night was

now your dates consist of going to the arcade, doing some karaoke and then maybe watching a movie while living off of buttery popcorn

he honestly has such a beautiful singing voice

would definitely be an idol if he weren't a footballer

he's a huge ABBA fan i can feel it in my soul

his ideal date is having a picnic by the beach and then playing beach volley until you both decide it's too hot and go for a swim

honestly any summer activity would be his ideal date

oliver aiku was probably breaking countless laws right now. it was the end of summer, the nights were short but warm with the skies clear, starry and gorgeous. aiku wanted to celebrate by firing his homemade fireworks he had spent about 2 months making. and you were certain that this was illegal. but he didn't care. "oli- i don't think this is safe..." "don't worry about it, i'm here to protect you." you could almost hear the smirk he was wearing. "you're no lawyer, i won't be breaking the law with you." "oh you're no fun." he looked at you with fake disappointment. frankly, if you weren't in a good mood you would've just left him to his frolicsomeness but you were also sort of intrigued. you really wanted to see what two months of firework building could get you. "make sure we don't get caught." "i'm no amateur love."

likes pulling your hair when kissing

and he's not one to give one quick kiss and run, they need to be deep every single time

pecks on the lips are meaningless in his eyes

he's also one to engage in PDA

he absolutely loves kissing in front of people he dislikes

to sort of one-up them

kisses you all the fucking time for absolutely no reason

you'd think the novelty would have worn off after being kissed so much but it really doesn't

somehow he keeps getting better at kissing

is he practicing behind your back????? (no, i'm jking)

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gaybananabread · 6 months

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For #24 (pinned) could you write a fic where Katara sits on top of Aang and tickles him because he’s teasing her?

TickleTober Day 24 - Pinned

I'm sorry this was a day late, this week has been a lot for me. Still, I'm doing my best to get these out! It's been a hot minute since I've done anything for ATLA. Hopefully these goobers aren't too OOC! Again, sorry for the delay, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Aang

Ler: Katara

Summary: Aang is feeling extra cheeky and decides that teasing Katara is a good idea. Little does he know that she's got a few tickly tricks up her sleeve.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

The cool, restraining ice held Aang's arms above his head; he had gone a bit too far. "Better get ready, you little jerk." Oh boy… she sounded so fed up with him.

What got him in this position, you might ask? It all started that morning…

Aang knew from the moment he woke up that he was in a bratty mood. He didn't exactly know why, but he felt an intense urge to annoy the hell out of his friends. One waterbender in particular seemed especially teasable… he couldn't resist. The mood needed to be satiated, and Katra was always fun to toy with.

"Heeeeey, beautiful. What'cha doing?" Katana whipped her head around, blushing slightly from the unexpected nickname. "Oh- Just, uhm, sorting out our maps. We've still got quite a while before we reach the next village."

He smirked, looking over the maps. They did have a few hours before Appa got them to the small village; it was a morale-based trip. Ever since taking down the Fire Nation's empire and restoring balance, more and more work needed to be done. Especially in the smaller villages that were ravaged during the battles.

Aang was far from done, though. Her blush was adorable, of course, but the single tease had done little to help his mood. Katara wouldn’t mind a few more, right? “Thanks, you’re the best! I don’t know what I’d do without you!” He slung an arm around her shoulder, pulling the girl in for a tight side-hug.

What had gotten into him? Katara tried to laugh off her fluster, squirming out of the hug after a second. She didn’t mind his silliness, but that was a bit excessive and cheesy, even for him. “You doing okay, Aang? You’re…very touchy today.”

The sort-of-teen snickered, shrugging. “I dunno. Can’t I shower my partner in praise? I mean, you make it easy; you’re adorable.” He poked her side, knowing he was playing a dangerous game. Katara flinched away from the touch with a repressed giggle, wide-eyed. Adorable? He was asking for trouble…

“Aang, I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but don’t. I can and will shove you out of this saddle.” That should have been his cue to stop and just enjoy the ride with her. Unfortunately for Katara, the Avatar wasn’t known for picking up on those, much less paying attention to them. Aang scooted closer to her, slowly sneaking his hand towards her ribs. He didn’t think it through before he did it.

He sneakily scribbled down her ribcage, not thinking of the repercussions. Katara squeaked, a giggle slipping out before she reacted. Water flew from her canteen, quickly snaking itself around Aang’s arms and pinning him to the floor of the saddle before freezing. Tugging at his icy binds, he realized he was stuck. Katara had full access to his spots, thanks to his loose traveling clothes, and he was too giddy to stop her.

Now that you’re all caught up, let’s get back to Katara’s revenge...

Katara flexed her fingers, slowly wiggling them over the boy’s belly. With him pinned like that, she had all the time in the world to tease him. “I’ll give you one chance to redeem yourself. Why are you being such a snot?”

He giggled, squirming under her teasing nails. She knew exactly what she was doing; he couldn’t tell if he loved or hated it. “Uhum- I juhust wanted to shohohow you hohow awesome you ahahare?” Okay, that was kinda cute. Still, she couldn’t let his goofy teases go unpunished.

“Hmm…not good enough.” Chuckling, Katara climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. In seconds, her nails were scribbling under his arms. His reaction was instant; loud laughter flew from his mouth as he tried to squirm. “GaaAAH! KAHATARAHAHA! NOHOT THEHERE!”

She snickered, drilling her fingers into his hollows. If there’s one thing she loved about Aang, it was his laugh. Usually he was so carefree, letting the sound flow freely, bringing life and joy to the air. The only difference then was that he was pinned under her, laughing uncontrollably. Still, breathtaking.

“You should be bratty more often. Gives me plenty of chances to do this~” Her nails moved slowly across his exposed skin, taking full advantage of the robe’s slanted cut. “PLEHEHEASE! TH-THIHIS IHISN’T FAHAHAIR!” Aang was starting to regret teasing her. He couldn’t just sit and wait out the flying bison ride… well, at least it wasn't that terrible.

Katara scoffed, shaking her head at the boy. “Really? How is it not fair? You teased me first; I’m just returning the favor.” She leaned her head down, whispering in his ear. “Besides, we both know you don’t hate this~” The teen wouldn’t be that cruel, though. She moved her fingers down to his sides, taking the focus off his worst spot.

Uuuuugh, why did she have to know him so well? It was criminal how right she always was. “B-buhuhut I dihidn’t tihickle youhuhuhu!” Aang whined through his giggling, tugging at the icy restraints. They weren’t hurting him, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable. Appa’s flying was smooth, giving him zero opportunities to try and flip them.

“That’s true, yeah. But isn’t this so much more fun than me just annoying you back?” Just as she finished her tease, Appa grumbled, taking a quick descent. The pair yelped, Katara’s restraints quickly melting as she lost focus. Aang rocketed upright, zipping over to check on his flying bison.

There was nothing wrong up front; the skies were clear, and the waters calm. Apparently Appa had just grown tired of their silliness. Aang rubbed his red cheeks, giggling off the rest of his giddiness. “Ahappa…did you gehet annoyed with uhus?” The bison grunted again, as if agreeing with the boy.

Katara snorted, shaking her head at the goofy interaction. That amusement faded to nerves, though, when she saw the look on Aang’s face. “You know Katara, you were right. We *do* have a decent way to go before we reach the village…”

It wasn’t long before laughter filled the air once again, joy radiating from the saddle and smiles from both parties. Rides like those were the best, even if Appa had to put up with their shenanigans.

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true-blue-sonic · 8 months

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I find it kinda sad how some of the fandom will characterize Silver as all "Whiney" and "annoying" because he was implied to cry once and she'd the slightest amount of tears in the comics (old comics) and it's just sad bc silver has so much more character then that. I think that's why I like your writing so much, because you give him more then just dorky kid and whiney child guy y'know? (Sorry if that got a bit rambling and stuff lol)

I figure that ties in into the massive mischaracterisation Silver suffers from basically all sides of his character, but where his 'babyfication' runs most rampant, in my personal opinion. Furthermore, for me him seemingly crying at the end of his storymode in '06 nicely ties into that overall plot point of the game, and makes for something meaningful and interesting to analyse. The whole idea is that the person containing Iblis may never cry, lest their tears call forth his flames. Silver never cries in the game no matter how frustrated he gets with his never-ending battle against Iblis or when he loses Amy as a friend or when Elise dies.... but then he loses Blaze, the one person he thought would always be with him and who he would never want to take on the burden he was going to inflict on himself, and that is what makes him cry. I cannot put exactly into words why I find it so meaningful, but I feel that they wouldn't have put in the sight of him wiping at his eyes for no reason considering how much crying played a central role in the game. And as for the The Silver Saga issue where he cries too, his friends were basically dying because at that moment he wasn't strong enough to defeat the Second Devourer. I can forgive him crying then, since he gets a second wind moments after.

So yeah, people seem to cherry-pick only certain moments that display Silver's personality, and then use that to determine that the whole of his character is like that. Silver is far more multifaceted than either an innocent naive uwu baby or a brooding murder machine; he's got touches of both, but that both is very important. Not one or the other, just... Silver, basically. Polite and friendly to the people close to him, a heart of gold, self-sacrificial, and with the best intentions for the world, but brusque and rude while on a mission, smug and overconfident, absolutely ruthless when he feels it is necessary even in situations where cooperation and just talking would get him to his goal much faster, displaying the occasional black-and-white thinking and tunnel vision, and not allowing himself much time for sad emotions. And yet in the Rivals games, he can absolutely be polite, tries to indicate to the other characters what might be going on, and multiple times calls to talk to "Eggman" first before getting roped into a fight anyway. So generally he's not baby who bursts into tears if you look at him funny and would never ever hurt a fly (seriously, I really wonder how the heck people get that perception of him?? The things I see sometimes are mind-blowing in how bafflingly ooc they are), nor is he excessively violent, unreasonable, and brooding (traits I would say are much more ascribable to a character like Shadow or Metal Sonic). What traits he displays most seem highly dependent on the state of the world and whether or not he is on a mission and has support from his friends.

Though, what I furthermore thinks also leads to people finding Silver more whiny is the fact that he got quite a young, inexperienced voice from Pete Capella. Quinton Flynn does it a bit better imo (he's my favourite Silver voice actor), but Bryce Papenbrook goes right back and makes him sound younger and a lot more cocky (to the point where in TSR I occasionally felt like I was listening to an even cockier Sonic than to Silver). But if you asked someone to listen to all three of those and then to Daisuke Ono, I think no-one will be able to tell the Japanese voice is for the same character, haha! In Japanese Silver's got very deep, serious voice whereas in English he sounded/sounds far more childish and rude, and that might also contribute to the perception of him being annoying and childish and ✨uwu cinnamon roll✨. So yeah, overall Silver suffers from massive ooc-ness and mischaracterisation, and it, well, sucks. It doesn't help that he was basically HATED during his first five years of existence until Generations salvaged his boss battle. I do not think it is a bad time to be a Silver fan, people seem to like him a lot more these days, but I do wish they'd take a less flanderised view of him sometimes, haha!

#thank you for the compliments about my writing btw💕 I personally think my Silver is also not fully OOC? He's more baby in NB for example #though in Genesis he's more his on-a-mission gruff and unsociable self most of the time #silver the hedgehog #sonic character analysis #?#it also does not help that media like the comics also paint him VERY unfavourably at times (especially Archie had it out for him)#most of the time IDW is better about it luckily #this also turned somewhat rambly but I had fun thinking it all over! ^-^

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