#like how can we know what you thought of a set of hcs or drabble or a fic when we have nothing to go off of apart from a like button

[lundenloves]

welcome to my projection.

i write sometimes. it’s primarily just to pass the time instead of moping around my room like a lazy bastard but hey-ho, some people seem to gravitate towards the nonsense i write. british comedies by the looks of it *hitting my chest with pride* humour me or i’ll fall into another spiral ‼️

all works listed are owned by me unless stated otherwise, do not copy or use any of my material as your own. minors do not interact. also take note that everything i write is fictional.

→ request info | taglist

→ couples counselling one 1.4k | two 2.4k | f!oc | angst, mentions of sex although nothing explicit

[ aleta and javier peña have been married for ten years, only now do they realise love isn’t reciprocated between them anymore. ]

→ home comforts req | 1k | gn!reader

[ you're struggling to cope after the DEA. fortunately, your partner is there to help you. even with awful jokes. ]

→ dad!simon masterlist

[ where you’ll find your favourite big broody man turning a page in this fatherhood bollocks. a journey. you may even get emotional but don't blame me. thanks. ]

→ ¹ when it rains, it pours smut 6.3k | f!oc

[ after relentless drunken encouragement from 141, simon riley decides to take a girl home whom he's caught eyes with a few too many times. what he doesn't expect however, are the unknown feelings in his chest after her simple acts of affection and pleasure he was always deprived of. ]

→ ² pouring through rainfall part two of the above | 3.4k

[ thea and simon meet again, their year told through seasons and summarised to the ending we all wanted. ]

→ therapy session 2.5k

[ mandatory therapy at base as set by price. simon is not for it, uncooperative mf with glares and the lot featuring a price cameo omg ]

→ johnny's scene 1.3k

[ simon refuses to come to terms with soap’s death and it eats at him. his grief follows him into the house and you’re growing tired of it, ultimately resulting in a fuck off argument. explosions totally happen. or not. ]

→ general headcannons

[ late night thoughts, thrown together with zero process ]

LONG DRABBLES ↓

→ simon hates photos | 500 words

→ pregnant with his third child | 700 words

→ that’ll do, johnny req | 1.1k | gn!reader

[ your soulmate, johnny mactavish. that’s it. that’s the ficlet. ]

→ price teaches you how to smoke req | 700 wc | gn!reader

[ praise, price and cigars, what more could you want? ]

COMFORTABLY NUMB (dr!price au)

〔 you’re slotted right into the service of doctor john price, an elite head of division and self titled marmite character — you either love him or hate him. you personally can’t quite decide, but he knows for certain that you’re not for him. what will you do after being forced to learn under his wing? 〕

→ ¹ welcome to the nhs 3.1k | check warnings

→ first hc

DAMON ALBARN

→ platforms 120k | f!oc | 18+ | complete fic ✓

[ “I’ll show you where things are, and then you can shut up and put your head down. You work for me now.” His accent was sharp.

"I work for money, not for you." In which Amelia's already testing Monday morning is ruined even further by a certain irate man. The two automatically don't get along and soon become sick at the thought of each other. What happens when Amelia finds herself working for the enemy? ]

#masterlist

[inkybloom-luv]

hi hi inky!! i hope youre doing well!!! i thought about my request and i decided to do something basic ^^ i hope asking for headcanons is okay? i didnt see any hc specific rules so UH IF!! YOU DONT WANT TO WRITE HCS DRABBLES ARE FINE!! WHICHEVER IS EASIER FO RYOU IM NOT PICKY!!!

im sure a lot of people can relate to this so yk,,, may i request azul (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and trey with a significant other thats very reserved around new people (like clings to them during social events and group projects but is still capable of working on their own if that makes sense?) just overall someone who feels really safe with them!! and theyre super bubbly and teasing when theyre around but with everyone else theyre :I

I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE?!?!? AND IF YOU DECIDE TO WRITE THSI REQUEST I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN!!! SUPER EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU WHIP UP EHEHEHEH and make sure youre drinking water and resting when you need to ^^ i will stop mothering you now just know that jamil loves u <3

Shy? Not quite

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Heyyyy I'm genuinely ashamed at how long this took me but ig I just needed better music?? Literally the second I put on the song I'm listening to rn it just came out like organized word vomit- anyway!!! HOPE YOU ENJOY I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT

Characters; Trey Clover and Azul Ashengrotto

Content; Trey and Azul hc's with a S/O who is reserved around most others, especially in a social setting but bubbly and teasing around them

Gender neutral pronouns used!

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Trey Clover

• I feel like Trey knows how to deal with a S/O that behaves in such a way

• He has siblings and in a way that’s how they act. That means he, in a way, knows how to handle the situation, but that doesn’t mean he’s not surprised when they act like that the first time.

• He remembers that clearly, they were teasing, joking and laughing on their way to an event but how much they quieted down once there almost shocked him.

• Almost because his sibling mode kicked in. He didn’t even realise until he’d taken most of the attention off them actually

• He didn’t ask what exactly happened with them at the event but when they left and were sitting back at home he did.

• He felt happy when they were back to their usual self although the teasing did make him grin sheepishly.

• He felt even happier when he learned the true nature of that shift; the fact they felt so safe with him that they could be themselves. The teasing sure did always catch him slightly off guard though

• Expect your favourite treat the next day with a sweet note and perhaps a few extra bits of affect here and there throughout the day

Azul Ashengrotto

• On the outside you wouldn’t think Azul was all that affected by his S/O’s behaviour

• Oh how wrong you’d be because he was very much affected!!

• Not that he chose to show it mind you, but their behaviour sure threw his poor heart through a predator-filled tsunami

• Regardless of that his acting barely faltered at the event itself though he did shoot them quite a few more glances than usual, as he was actually worried they were not feeling well.

• He actually asked about half an hour to an hour into the event if they were alright due to their suddenly much cooler nature.

• They were handling tasks with others rather well but still he was worried, so it put them at ease when they said everything was alright.

• He told them to speak up should they be uncomfortable or not feeling well regardless though.

• Like Trey he also only asked once having left the event and in the privacy of his office.

• To say his heard sputtered and his cheeks grew red for long enough to be caught like that would be divulging secrets, but here we are anyway.

• He did catch himself but he now knew they felt safe with him, safe by his side.. and perhaps he’d recognise soon he feels the same way about you.

#moots!! <3 #auburn! 🐙 #inky's works #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland Trey #Trey Clover #trey clover x reader #azul ashengrotto #twst trey #twst azul #twst x reader #disney twst #twst #twst wonderland #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader

[snailsgarden]

If the requests are open and your in a mood for Adventure Time,can you make a Prismo x reader? Hcs,Drabbles or oneshots whatever floats your boat,but...

Like if you watched or remember the end of the "Jake The Dog" ep where Jake said he gotta get Prismo a girlfriend? I was wondering if it's possible if you want to make like Jake being the wingman on helping reader and Prismo together? have a good day and stay healthy!

★ playing matchmaker :D

summary: jake gets prismo a partner. sorta.

cw: friends to lovers, relationships, you send a kiss to a wall, loser prismo 🤕, reader isn't shy, food and eating, icalled jake a starving dog as a metaphor.

"i need to get this guy a partner or sum."

said jake, when he left the time cube.

as you and jake headed to the treehouse (you left your bag there, you needed to grab it before BMO looked through your stuff)

"just set him up with someone?"

you'd suggest.

"the issue is, i have no one to".

he replied.

"hum.. i can do the job."

you nodded to yourself.

"you'll help me find someone?!"

the dog beamed happily, tail wagging.

"no."

?

"i can be his date."

??????

"DUUUDEE, you're into prismo?? i mean, uhh, yall match n stuff, but WHAT??"

you guys, the three of you, were good friends.

you'd usually spend time together, prismo would present his new pickle recipes to you and jake, to which you'd give your opinion on while jake absolutely ravaged all the remaining ones like a starving dog having it's first meal in days. (he'd just ate)

then you'd continue your day, playing card games, watching something on prismo's tv..

just three (or four, when finn joined in) friends hanging out.

"can you not shout it out loud for the world to hear??", you whisper-yell at Jake.

"yeah, yeah. im super secretive, you know it"

he isn't. you're sure he's gonna tell at least five people the moment you're away.

but u decide on trusting him, and letting him setup the date between you and prismo.

a few days pass, and before you know, prismo had sent you a note,

"hey! how 'bout we hang out tonite?",

how could you refuse him?

so you took a shower, dressed up, and went to the time cube.

as you got there, you couldn't help but notice the following scenery:

first, a table. in the middle of the cube, a table with scented candles, your favorite scent.

a chair, only one, prismo himself didn't need it.

the lights were dimly lit. weird.

"wishmaster?", you called out.

and there he was.

the figure of his curly hair looked slicked back, mostly on Jake's advice, and you were all for it.

i mean, yeah.. slicked back hair is ugly, but you like him. and he tried.

"hey. sit, wont you?"

you heard music in the background.

is that-

is it Jake's viola.

you bite back a scoff, impressed at how terrible-in-a-good-way he was at matchmaking.

"so, whachu been up to?', you asked prismo.

"work. tv.." he looked shy as he replied, chuckle at the end of his sentence as he was a bit ashamed.

you walked up closer, sat on the chair as you rested your elbow on the table, prismo's figure being across from you.

"that's nice."

talk goes, talk comes, and it's noticeable how much he complimented you during that afternoon.

from saying your outfit looks good to saying you look good.

and you'd smile. that pretty smile he just loved seeing on your perfect lips.

all he wanted was to take up a human form and just smooch.

and he'd ask you to be his, right then and there.

but he didn't even know how you felt.

and you knew how he felt, because the room reeked of your favorite scent, and it had such a romantic atmosphere, music playing in the background, and it'd remind you of those times where jake would partner up finn and some girl he'd fallen for.

which made you imagine prismo struggling to learn his advice, and it made you smile more.

would it be wrong to just.. wish for him to become your boyfriend?

you decide on ignoring that thought.

as your little date continued on, casual conversation as always, prismo became more and more nervous.

how he'd stutter and look to the side as he spoke..

"and what's with the new hairstyle?" you smiled as you asked.

"just.. changing things every once in a while. what'd you think?" the male almost died when you pointed it out, it being just another reason for how nervous he was, unsure if you'd even look his way in any kind of light, let alone thinking he looked good.

"its nice." you chuckle.

"so.. are you.. single?"

the way you looked at him, confused, made him want to immediately back away.

"yeah. you know that."

"right... haha.."

awkward.

it's awkward, and he doesn't know what to say.

"hm.. so... would you go on a date with me sometime?"

"sure."

and it's then that he knows how you feel about him, because you wouldn't put it so nicely if you didn't like him back.

then he'd get a little more confident, the conversation would flow better on.

by some time, you got straight to the point before he could - he was winding it so much

"you like me, right?", you said it jn a way you could change the direction quickly if he'd say no.

only if, because as soon as you say it, he goes

"of course i do!"

"you're amazing and who wouldn't be happy just to have you around.."

he was cute, but also sounded a bit desesperate as he spoke

"we could be together. if you want"

and honestly? he couldn't be happier to hear that.

#🥢% writing #adventure time x reader #adventure time #adventure time fanfic #fionna and cake #fionna and cake x reader #prismo the wishmaster x reader #prismo x reader #prismo #prismo the wishmaster

[seoness]

Sandor with a s/o who loves to draw/sketch/paint him? It can be hcs or a drabble or anything really.

Book!Sandor please. He’s so ugly I love him. ☹️❤️‍🩹

Praise be, praise be. Ugly is hot. Now this is a miracle, but I'll not waste a thousand words haggling over the fact that the features he's described to have are actually those which I consider attractive BUT this is not a complete miracle and I will instead ramble on about the issue of painting/drawing/sketching.

We don't see it much in ASOIAF. The artistry mentioned is often mummery, embroidery/needling, sculptures, and tapestries. (Although some armors seem to be quite the works of art, I am looking at you Ser Loras Tyrell).

Now, I am not claiming that this activity doesn't exist but I will be using our own history as a reference. Painting and even drawing/sketching were expensive back in the day (especially painting). Parchment isn't cheap. We don't really see nobles or the Faith acting as patrons for any type of painter. The only thing I can think of is shield-painters. So for the sake of ease, I am making this SO a member of nobility.

Headcanon

Every artist has their goal. To capture beauty, spark creativity, make a mark, or simply suck a little less.

It's a cliché to moan about not being understood, so you try to not moan too much when those around you don't understand. You smile, a knowing smile, often pared with a light nod. The "please-stop-and-please-do-not-make-me-ask-you-to"-nod. You've mastered it.

The thing is... a face is a face. Sure, the features change a bit but the principle remains the same. It's one of the things you never say out loud. How boring drawing can make the world. You study it, sure, but you study to capture not to admire. That can come later. Only if later ever came.

Every person has their own impossible. Some feat, some dream, something out of reach. Yours walked around the halls of the Red Keep.

Sandor Clegane was incredible. His face was incredible.

Plenty of people came to you for a portrait. Not him. One of the guards had asked you to draw him without the scar, curious how the man would look unburnt but it was one of the few portraits you refused. You never told Clegane, of course. The thought of that made you shutter. The guard would have stopped his howls long before Clegane stopped his fist from meeting the poor sod's face.

The solution was simple. You never asked for permission.

It wasn't a perfect likeness. You forgave yourself for that. After all, you had only managed to study him in passing but even the unburnt side of his face was difficult to do justice. He was more rugged. Harsher. Sader. You couldn't draw the burnt side. It was too intimate and you couldn't shake the sense that you wanted to do it justice.

So you continued. It became your secret. The ever-growing bundle of drawings of the Hound. Whenever you passed him in the hall your heartbeat soared, what if he could tell? What if he could sense that you carried him around? Glimpses set on parchment.

He was handsome. Fine, ugly by most people's count, but he was. No one else had a face you could study endlessly and never tire, but he did.

One evening you set out, it wasn't even to find him. Princess Myrcella wanted you to draw one of the birds in the garden for her little brother. The bundle of Hound-drawings just came with. They had grown into a source of comfort and shame. What if some servant found them? What if he was told? You'd die. If not by his hand, your own heart would just die right there on the spot.

Clegane shouldn't even have been there. The garden wasn't for him.

The collision was brutal... well, brutal for you. It didn't as much as budge him. Clegane remained a tower of darkened steel and you became a mess of cloth, parchment, powdered coal and a broken brush.

As you gathered the drawings you felt his gaze burning into your neck. Was it too late to tattle on the guard who wanted him drawn unburnt? Better him than you.

Clegane said something. You didn't hear, not while you talked over him and past him. You couldn't even retell what was said, you just talked and talked while you fled like a scorched rat.

Dorne? Sothoryos? Perhaps you could board a ship sailing toward the Jade Sea? Forsake your name and house and simply disappear. Yes, a sound plan. A fine plan.

Clegane didn't find you right away. Two days passed before he caught you in the hall, heading towards the Princess to deliver her drawing. There was no question, just a command: "Talk." You'd never been so quiet and so he shook you and repeated the command. "I was bored," you said, "and you're difficult to draw, interesting to draw. I haven't shown them to anyone... you could have them if you like or I'll destroy them if that's any better."

Clegane said nothing. He just released you and once again you scurried away like a scorched rat.

By nightfall a knock filled your bedchamber. Before you even opened the door, the stench of wine and ale seeped through the cracks.

Clegane didn't say a word as he stormed inside. You didn't even manage to tell yourself a prayer that it was drink that reddened his face. Rage, hot and black, filled his grey eyes. "That the lot of you do? Pissing yourself with fear before me and snicker behind my back," he spat, "interesting." "You are interesting," you answered meekly.

The chair let out a crack as his body slammed down upon it. The laughter thick in his throat. "Draw then. Go on, if it's any good I might let you live."

So you drew him. Clegane never told you if he thought the drawing any good, but surviving that night was answer enough.

Strangely enough, you hoped he'd come again. You'd take more time, allow yourself to admire him. Just for a moment.

#sandor clegane #sandor clegane x reader

[espiepuffs]

First Date!

Pairing: Hop x GN Reader! (Request!)

Notes: Hii anon, I accidentally deleted your ask, I’m so sorry! But I hope you enjoy this drabble! I hope the work isn’t too bad, I haven’t written anything proper in a while :cc and I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to write some short hcs or a little drabble, so I did both! I’m working on a Poképlushies for the Galar rivals :DD tysm for sending me a request, and I hope you enjoy!

Hop is quite a nervous boy, but he’s a gentleman, and he can be a romantic if he tries c:

For a first date, he’d put a lot of thought into it!

He’d ask Leon and Sonia for advice and think of a while before he finally thinks of the perfect first date!

He decides to take you on an evening stroll around Wedgehurst!

It looks best when the sun sets, and Wegdehurst itself is pretty much quiet in the first place.

The wooloo are all settling down to rest by that time!

He’s thought about making this first date perfect, he hopes you’ll love it!

Hop hastily knocks at your door, hands trembling with anticipation. He’s been waiting for this day for a while now. He’d been working and planning earnestly to make sure this date went just right, and today would be the day all his efforts would bear fruit! He’d gotten advice from both Leon and Sonia, to which the two had answered any questions and lessened his worries. Now it was time for him to put it into action, and he was sure nothing would go wrong. He hears the rapid sounds of footsteps before the door opens, and out you come!

“Hop, is that you? Hello!”

Hop feels as skittish as a baby wooloo trying to walk for the first time the moment he sees you. Even when the two of you were just friends, you’ve always had the ability to take his breath away, and even as your boyfriend, it still works like a charm.

“Hey s/o! You look brilliant!” Hop stutters.

You quickly notice that he’s not in his normal attire today. He’s still dressed casually, but there’s a sort of class in what he’s wearing that enchants you, and the longer you look at him, the quicker you feel your cheeks growing warm.

“Shall we go now?” He asks, holding his hand out to you. You hurriedly take it in yours, hopping down the steps of your front porch to start walking with him. And when you do, you feel millions of tiny little butterflies swirl and dance inside your stomach.

The two of you walk through Wedgehurst’s fields, the sunset casting a glorious lighting over the both of you, and you can’t help but be astonished. You nudge your boyfriend slightly, your gaze still fixated on the sky.

“Hey, isn’t the sunset beautiful?”

Hop’s view is on you, yet he still answers with that energetic “Yes!” that you’re used to hearing on many different occasions.

The two of you stay there for a while before trailing down the path. As time goes by, Hop is able to feel more relaxed. He was able to talk to you easier, look you in the eyes without forgetting how to function, and it became a lot less awkward, with less silence in between sentences.

His time with you blurs, and before you know it the sky is completely dark, and you’re back where you began, just outside your house.

“Y’know, this date with you has been amazing Hop- you’ve been amazing,” you start. “I really hope we get to go out again like this soon,”

“Me too,” Hop replies. “You’re the sweetest person I know and I’m so glad that we’re together. I’m really happy that I got to spend that time with you, and that I get to be with you!”

“Please do take me out again soon, Hop. I’ll be glad to go anywhere with you! I’ll see you around,” You say, starting to head in. You turn around though, hurrying down the stairs once again, this time delivering a soft and gentle peck to the boy’s cheek. You grin, before daring back in your home, leaving Hop starstruck, touching his cheek.

That night, he goes to sleep with the biggest grin on his face, mind filled with sugar-sweet dreams of you and him.

#Pokémon #pokémon hop #hop x reader #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword #pokemon shield

[dutifullynuttywitch]

Eva watched from the top of the watchtower. The soft morning was almost a blessing, the tireless hours of work behind her. From working patrol to finishing up the foundation for the new greenhouse, it was a tough job. To bask in the few good hours of sunlight was heaven and there was something particularly interesting about the way the sun rose and set - melting into orange and red, before filling the skies with blue. A beginning.

“Happy birthday!”

Eva didn’t have to turn her head around to recognize the person. “Not my birthday, Troy. You know, it was cute at first, but you bringing it up randomly and guessing your way out of this, isn’t”

“No, I am being serious.” Troy reached into his pocket and gave her a piece of paper. 

“What’s this?”

“A while ago, I ran a covert operation with the Raiders to the Tower for meds and everything - we kept it a secret and I came across the records room and found your birth certificate. Your real birth certificate, not the bullshit date the Tower gave you. Hundreds of hundreds of them out there in the room, I saw it all and -- well, now isn’t the time to dwell on something that has happened, it’s a new leaf and -- the birth certificate puts your birthday sometime around now, actually.”

“This -- this is real?” Eva gave the piece of paper a tap. It felt real. It was real. The certificate issued the names of her fathers in bold detail, the place and time of her birth - at approximately 5:30 in the morning, just enough for the night to wither away and the day to break. Signed by a nurse in the hospital she would never see, broken down and reclaimed back by nature many years ago. “Oh my god- this is real.”

“I know you aren’t a huge fan of pomp and circumstance-”

“I could go for some cake, though.” Eva teased.

“That can be arranged.” Troy grinned. 

“Leave it to you to literally steal a birthday present for me.” she chuckled. “Thank you - I don’t know what to say.”

“Well you don’t have to.” he responded. “It’s your day, Eva. I don’t think you have to be grateful for your day.”

“No, I have to. But -- for now, I’m just glad you’re here to celebrate it with me. Cake or none, I’m just -- happy.” Eva clutched the piece of paper, almost hugging it with her arms. She gave Troy a quick kiss, resting her head on his shoulder as they watched the sun slowly rise up to the horizon.

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Happy birthday Léa! I hope you liked the little drabble I wrote with a half-cooked idea lmao. I hope the year treats you well, my friend! Thank you so much for being so kind, such a positive force in this fandom and I wish all the kindness, all the wonderful things back to you <33

ohh I adore this idea!!! Thank you so much Mads for this thoughtful gift!! 🤩😍🥰

Eva's always had so many questions about her past, her fathers, how her life was before the outbreak. She and Brynn were so young when it all started. I HC that with the trauma from losing their fathers so violently, running from drones and being picked up by strangers to suddenly end up in the cold, sterile, unforgiving intake room of the Tower, Brynn and Eva would completely freeze up at the questions and orders barked by the intake guards. Resulting in fake birthdays based on approximate age as they were quickly sized-up... The Tower scavengers would eventually find the certificates, but why correct dozens of fake birthdays if it didn't change the usefulness of the unimportant workers/clogs in the system?

“Leave it to you to literally steal a birthday present for me.” she chuckled. “Thank you - I don’t know what to say.”

This is so Troy!! I adore that he ran a covert operation with the raiders - I do HC he'd become drinking buddies and eventually good friends with Boots, Knuckles and co. - and stole Eva's birth certificate. And that he kept it a secret until her actual birthday!! And.. and.. right at sunrise, literally around the time she was born 🥹🥰 This is what I love about the guy, all the underrated little gestures to brighten Eva's day. ❤️

I loved everything about this, from the descriptiveness of the sunrise, to the playful banter, the brilliant idea around Eva's birthday... thank you so, so much my friend!!!! I will treasure this drabble 🌼🌺💛

#inlocusmads #wake the dead #troy hassan x eva archer #troy hassan #lovely asks #playchoices

[milksnake-tea]

lui's 1,000 followers event !

ah, so it's finally come to this. you know, it was really funny because this was supposed to be for 900 followers, but my time management screwed me up and so here we are!

anywho, so to celebrate 1k followers, we'll be doing a prompt event! there'll be two sections of prompts you can choose from: angst and fluff. you can request for both romantic and platonic (although i will say that a lot of the prompts are more romantic inclined)! i won't be doing hcs for this event, only drabbles!

to participate, send in an ask into my inbox with your desired character, section, and the number of the prompt/dialogue. you can mix and match dialogues and prompts of the same genre (fluff w fluff angst w angst), or just choose one prompt/dialogue on their own! i will only be accepting one character per ask!

duration: august 11th - august 18th (ends at 10 pm PST)

event masterlist

characters:

-> all honkai star rail characters.

-> preferred characters: blade, jing yuan, luocha, caelus, nanook, yaoshi, dan feng

-> platonic only: bailu, welt, yanqing, hook, qingque, clara, ix, nous, qiloth (or any extremely nonhuman aeon)

-> i will not be accepting twst requests for this event.

prompts:

fluff:

prompts:

You've touched hands multiple times before, but this time was just a little bit different.

After a draining day, they instinctively seek the other out.

They see you wearing their clothes for the first time.

They confess their love without realizing it.

They get caught staring at you.

You accidentally falling asleep on them.

When the two of you spar, you can't help but think that they're going a little too easy on you.

When the two of you go to a festival, you try to impress them by winning them all the prizes.

It's raining outside, and when you see them completely drenched, you immediately offer them shelter.

You two have been pining over each other for God knows how long, and your friends are sick of it. (platonic alternative: you help set them up with their crush because you're sick of them pining.)

dialogue:

"Do you trust me?"

"Shut up." "Make me."

"You're so cute."

"I'm not afraid of you."

"Looks like someone likes this."

"What would you do without me?"

"Let's get you out of here."

"Close your eyes."

"Can I kiss you?"

"You're insufferable."

angst:

prompts:

When they had to choose between you and the city, they chose the city.

When in the midst of an argument, you start crying.

Crying their name out in the middle of a nightmare.

You notice that they've fallen out of love.

When they wake up in the middle of the night, and you aren't by their side.

They only confess their love to you once you're already gone.

It's been years since you've passed, and yet they still talk to your grave as if you're still there.

They come home beaten, bloody, and bruised.

Your friend asks you about a certain item of yours, a gift from them.

It's late at night when you get the call. Turns out, they're in the hospital.

dialogue:

"You did good."

"Please, stay. Just... stay."

"Nothing? How can you say that?"

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"I hate that I love you."

"Who did this to you?"

"Are you... crying?"

"I can't keep doing this."

"I thought I lost you."

"I didn't know where else to go."

note: although i do use "you" in the prompts, all prompts can be reversed! (i.e., instead of them brushing your hair, you're brushing theirs.)

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #follower event #event 🏵️

[purble-gaymer]

THOSE LAST COUPLE CHAPTERS HIT HARD

I just got caught up on your fic and I always oh so love the interactions between the three knight bros. I also adored how you wrote the interactions between Meta Knight and Dedede. I'm a huge fan of redededemption arc and it's why in my hcs I count (an altered version of) the anime as a precursor to the games. I really think that anime Dedede gets a little more hate than he should. He's selfish and a jerk but he's been like that in the games too. I don't like it when people characterize anime Dedede as truly evil and undeserving of redemption because he's meant to be seen more as downright childlike to a fault, even having fits and not being able to read. He's more negligent of real danger even when he's the one causing it than he is downright cruel, and that was proven in the episode where he really thought Kirby died (which was actually a pretty fucked up thing to pull imo). My point is that I think that's exactly how Meta Knight sees him in the anime. Bothersome, spoiled, and a conductor for events that become far more serious than he ever thinks they are. Truly, Dedede has no idea what he's up against with Nightmare, and Meta Knight doesn't hold him responsible for that. He's just there to make sure nothing goes too wrong and shrugs off the childlike berating Dedede gives him afterwards. But for all of that Dedede never stays mad at Meta Knight, and likewise Meta Knight looks out for Dedede in a way by also making sure his exploits don't go out of hand and harm him (since he knows Dedede is playing with fire when it comes to the monsters). Even for the flawed parts of anime Dedede's characterization he's just an immature king who isn't actually that much of a feal threat, just like in the games -- and Meta Knight is his loyal knight who puts up with his antics. Sorry for the drabble but again my point is I just felt like you nailed their interactions PERFECTLY. I can absolutely see in your writing the potential for how their friendship would grow overtime. All the characters really are just silly fellas, reading them gives off those same vibes from the anime. Anyway, I just wanted to compliment you over that .o.

uwhjg. thank you !!😭 dedede has always been a fun character to write whether it’s a serious scene or a silly one, and i wanted to set them on the same course they take in the games. of course, it’ll still be a long time before everyone sets aside their differences enough to become friends, but it’s a start. matching the characterization of the show while doing everything i wanted to was a challenge, but it’s good to hear it paid off! dedede is misled and inexperienced, but he’s still dedede. there are inklings of the character we know today, it’ll just take time for him to grow from his original characterization. like, it takes until triple deluxe for kirby and dedede to really work together. now that nightmare’s gone, it’ll probably follow a similar course.

i’ve had one or two people mention leading up to 93 that not a lot of writers look at mk & ddd’s relationship in too much depth, and i agree. i didn’t get into is as much as i would’ve liked to, but i tried to include it whenever i could because they’re so interesting. you see them hanging out like friends but you also see them constantly denying the other’s wishes and fighting about it later. not to mention the whole ‘let’s blow up the halberd’ debacle. we’ll talk about that another day. but to my original point, dedede gets shelved a lot in favor of developing other characters and it’s a shame. he’d be just as important after nme’s destruction. he’s still got kirby to deal with, after all. it’s not like he and meta knight never interact, either. i’ve inserted a lot of scenes but there are plenty of times mk just shows up in the throne room to ask about something. even things like mk helping dedede with his plan to get kirby into the grand prix in 35/36 are suggested by the fact dedede and escargoon are in the storage room with him when he talks to kirby. these scenes are really only baseless in episodes where the knights don’t appear at all (i’m pretty sure they aren’t actually in 93).

i’d like to say dedede starts to realize just how serious things are after 89 because of the whole…incident with mk, but because that didn’t really happen, it’s not reflected in the show. maybe it’s more in the back of his mind, sort of a ‘no, that can’t be right!’ thought that he can’t quite dismiss. by the time the destroya come along, he just goes along with things because he wants to stop the attack. he certainly understands the danger once they’re at there fortress, so he has to have realized at some point. i think meta knight also starts to gain a level of respect for him after my made-up 89 epilogue, if only because he brought him back to sword and blade to make sure he was safe after. they wouldn’t have fought so openly in 93 if it were the beginning of the show—dedede might’ve been a little upset, but what’s it matter? meta knight is just another soldier under his lead. they’ve been through a lot by the end, and they’re going to go through more.

i wish the show gave them more interactions. i think that’s part of the problem. all you really see of them is mk asking questions from time to time, and it doesn’t establish anything beyond their usual fronts. it feels uninteresting and surface-level. but there’s so much more there that can be brought out simply by removing them from the situation and letting them talk on their own.

shit i just thought of something so i’m gonna talk a little more—the opening of 60 is sort of a fun example. their interaction is very short, but shows a lot. dedede and escargoon come into the courtyard with their destroyed car, and dedede shouts for meta knight to get down there and help. sure, it can be read as a nothing command, but it’s also a declaration of ‘this is serious, we need /your/ help because i know you know what you’re doing.’ he doesn’t call for the waddle dees to line up at the gate and prepare to battle, he calls for meta knight’s help specifically. (i’m pretty sure sirica asks about star warriors before blasting them, but i’m not sure she ever says mk’s name. they probably don’t know she’s actively looking for him at this point.)

i wanted to express everyone as having room to change, because that’s part of what the series is about. it’s about love and it’s about change, and even if the anime isn’t so bubbly bright and happy as the games, the anime is about that, too. they all have their own lives and they all have places they’re going, even if we don’t get to see what happens after they get home to dreamland. these aren’t static characters, as simple as they seem. they have history, they’re layered, and yes, they are very, very silly. letting that potential go ignored would be a crime, wouldn’t it?

#asks #borbology #yeah so this got long and rambly which was my intention #however my intention was not the essay-like conclusion. my bad #that just happens whenever i write for too long #long post #uhhh #wwtmk

[bnha-littlespace-things]

Hihi! I just found your blog and wow! Very excited.

Would you do a regressor dabi cg shigaraki drabble or hc's?

Hope you're having a good day!

“ !!! of course!! I hope you have a good day too!! :>

Tw; dabi is a little bit of a chaos gremlin (affectionate), brief mention of dabi’s staples, Let me know what i missed/could add!

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Shigaraki sighed. Normally, Dabi being good at hiding was fine. It was good, even, for missions. However, when the other was little, it was very tiring. Dabi liked to hide. Not for any specific reason, he just thought it was funny watching others scramble trying to find him. “Dabi, I don’t have time to play Hide and Seek!” he called out.

Dabi laughed behind his hand from his hiding place. “Well you’re gettin’ colder!” He shouted back.

Shigaraki paused. “I don’t have time to play Hot or Cold either,” He said, heading towards the kitchen.

“Warmer!”

Okay, Shigaraki thought, he’s probably in the cabinets again. “Fine. One game and then we’re going to watch some TV, deal?”

“Hm...” Dabi thought a moment. “Okay! Gotta find me firs, though.”

“I can work with that...” Shigaraki sighed. He reached over to a cabinet to open it.

“You’re colder again!” Shigaraki blinked slowly. He walked over to the fridge. “Kinda warm! Bu not right yet.”

Shigaraki paused a moment. “Dabi are you in the vents again?” Dabi laughed again. Shigaraki cursed under his breath. “Dabi, if you get out of the vents, I promise to cuddle you all night?”

Dabi immediately exited the vents and ran up to Shigaraki. “Okay! Bu’ we gotta cuddle all night!”

Shigaraki smiled slightly. “Sure thing, kid.” He led the little back to his room, distracting him with a stuffy, a gift from Toga, while he set up a cartoon Dabi liked watching while in his headspace. After getting it set up, he sat with Dabi. The regressed villain immediately latched onto him. “I’ll never understand how you get in the vents, Dabi.”

Dabi grinned as much as he could with his staples pulling at his face. “Is a secret!”

Shigaraki sighed, a smiling fondly. “Whatever you say, kid.” The two watched cartoons the rest of the night.

#bnha shigaraki #mha age regression #mha agere #mha little space #bnha little space #bnha agere #bnha dabi #mha shigaraki #mha dabi #shigadabi #it could be seen as romantic or platonic

[taintedtort]

prompt ✧ hc + drabbles

character ✧ kenma

warnings ✧ gn!reader, none… just fluff + some crack

authors note ✧ first post ?!?!?!

✧ LOVES matching stuff with you, doesn’t matter what. bracelets, necklaces, clothes, profile photos, usernames… he loves it all.

✧ that being said, he wont ask to match with you first. he’s embarrassed about it, and will never ever admit that he actually loves the idea.

“can we get these?” you flashed your boyfriend your screen, showing him a set of matching phone cases. he didn’t say anything, just nodded and turned back to his switch. unbeknownst to you however, a small smile crept onto his face. the thought of having something matching with you to show off to everyone appealed to him. he was a bragger at heart.

✧ DOESNT like coffee. this is an extremely personal head cannon i randomly made up based off zero facts.

✧ he might have an irregular sleep schedule, but the taste of coffee doesn’t sit well on his tongue. the after taste is also equally as bad. he doesn’t really like the taste of energy drinks either, so when he doesn’t get enough sleep he just deals with it.

✧ A MEAN riser. he’s very cranky when he wakes up, especially if it’s early.

✧ if you tend to wake up in the earlier hours of the day, just know you’ll be met with a very upset kenma. don’t expect a good morning kiss, or breakfast in bed. he’ll lay in bed groaning about how it’s so early and no one should be awake right now. don’t try to drag him out of bed, you’ll get yelled at and later be given the silent treatment.

✧ however, if you’re not an early riser, your mornings will be spent just staring at kenma’s face or back, blinking the sleep out of your eyes. sometimes if you’re lucky he’ll get up before you, meaning you’re spared from his early morning wrath.

“kenma, wake up.” you gently shook him awake, trying not to make him too mad. he instantly groaned and pulled the covers over his head. “cmon… get up, it’s already past noon.” you tried to gently coax him out of bed like you do every morning, but it’s never any help. you always end up getting glared at and ignored for an hour or so. “leave me alone, i’ll get up when i wanna.” he rolled over, making you face his back. you just sighed and walked out of the room, knowing if you tried any further it would only end up worse for you.

✧ he’ll always end up coming up to you and hugging or kissing your head as an apology. he knows you know not to take him seriously in the mornings, but he always feels guilty when he’s finally fully awake.

✧ DOESN’T really like pets. i know it’s obvious in the show that he cares about animals (when he saved the cat from the tree with lev) but he doesn’t want to actually own one.

✧ might feed the stray animals that wonder around his house, but he wouldn’t ever take one in. he doesn’t like the responsibility. he knows he can barely take care of himself, so he doubts he can care for an animal as well.

✧ however… if you have an animal i doubt he’d mind. unless it was one of those loud annoying dogs that bark at everything… or the pets that constantly want attention. and if your pet ever was mean to him (ex: barking, hissing, scratching, etc) he’d forever hate it. doesn’t matter how much you love it, he hates it. it was mean to him one time, but once is enough in his book.

“kenma stop.” you scoffed and swatted your hand at him while he was making a face at your pet. “what?” he feigned innocence while still staring daggers into your poor animals direction. “stop glaring, you’re scaring them” you pulled your pet into your lap and pet them gently. “it should be scared” he rolled his eyes. “kenma!” you yelled, gasping loudly and scrunching your nose at him.

✧ HONESTLY a given, but would love to play video games with you. specifically ones that you suck at but he’s really good. makes you play games you’ve never seen before, and when you ask to play the game you guys played last time because “i was getting good at that one!” he refuses. he wants to see you struggle while he easily flies through the levels. while he’s already at the finish line, you’re left trying to copy the moves he did. you die dozens of times on each level, growing more and more frustrated. you hate the way he sits and watches you with a bored expression on his face while you’re trying your absolute hardest!

✧ eventually you groan and toss the controller aside, letting out an exasperated “i’m done!” while you storm off. he honestly expected you to quit long before that, so he follows you out of the room to console you.

“babe…” he calls out to you in a feigned sad tone. you plop yourself on the couch and cross your arms, trying to ignore him. you know he set you up, he does it every time. he always picks games he’s passed thousands of times! he sits next to you and put a hand on your shoulder, you don’t look at him. “why so upset?” he has a slight smirk on his face, and you can hear it in his voice. you roll your eyes and huff out, “you did that on purpose, you picked another hard game.” he lets out an airy laugh and pecks the side of your head. “let’s go play a different one then, yeah?” he grabs both your hands in his and pulls you up. “but you’re good at all of them, it’s unfair!” you say this, but follow him back to the room anyway. he doesn’t say anything after that, he just picks a game you’ve played before so it won’t be totally unfair. he stills wins of course, but you don’t storm off this time.

✧ WILL indulge you and do those stupid tiktok trends. he always sees them before you do, so he knows how to do them before you even ask. they never get posted, but you do always screen record and send them to him. he saves them to an album in his camera roll.

“hey! do this with me.” you hop up off his bed and run to his desk to prop your phone up. he only sighs before also getting up, knowing what you want. “which one is it?” is all he asks before you press record. “you’ll see.” you snickered before standing next to him, the camera catching you two waist up. the sound plays from your phone as you turn to him and put your arms around his neck, turning you both sidewise so your side profiles are being filmed. you lean in to kiss him, but before he closes the distance you mutter “you can’t kiss me.” he instantly knows the trend your both doing and curses himself. he should’ve asked more questions. you two stand there, faces inches apart while the music from your phone plays in the background. he refuses to loose, and refuses to let this phase him. he’s ultimately better at hiding what he’s feeling, so it’s mostly you who’s desperate to feel his lips on yours. the only indicator from him is his eyes darting down to your lips and back up to your eyes multiple times. once the video reaches its limit, you press your lips to his. it was a lot quicker than he would’ve liked, but before he could grab you up and kiss you again, you’d already backed away to grab your phone. sometimes he really hates these trends.

#kenma drabble #kenma x y/n #kenma x reader #haikyuu kenma #kenma #hq kenma #kenma hcs #kenma headcanons #reader insert #writing #anime #fanfic #kenma kozume #first post #gn reader #taintedtort

[queenharumiura]

[Haru with just a silly scene that popped into her mind. Not a HC drabble this time, just a silly thing]

“Hahi? Lambo? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Haru set down the things she was carrying and reached into her purse to pull out a handkerchief. Dabbing at the sides of his eyes, she assessed the situation.

He didn’t look injured… but his clothes were so tattered and he was covered in dirt.

How did he get so tattered? “Who bullied you?” Give her names. 

“Haru-nee, the past is scary. I only feel pain.” Though he started referring to her as ‘san’ as he got older, he did sometimes refer to her as ‘nee’ whenever there was something he really wanted, or if he needed to be coddled a bit.

Knowing that Lambo had to be talking about the 10 year bazooka, she can only look at him with pity. They knew that once he hit the age of 15 that this was going to start happening. The 5-year old version of him would blast himself into the future because of himself being bullied by someone in the past.

This was actually a reason why she started carrying around more candy with her, just in case. Just like old times, she could console the tiny cow-child and wait until it was time for him to return to the past, in a better state of mind.

For now, she pats his head gently and she brings him in for a hug. “There there, you’re okay now. How about this? I’ll make you something good to eat and we can formulate a game plan for you.” She urges for him to get up and follow her into the kitchen where she’d whip something up for him.

No doubt that the younger Lambo was going to get older Lambo into some precarious situations moving forward, so it would be best to figure some contingency plans for him.

The young teen sniffles, nodding his head as he follows behind the shorter woman.

“So anyways, who bullied you this time?”

“…”

“Was it Gokudera? If it makes you feel better, I can smack him in your stead.” She cracks a tiny joke to make him feel better.

“It was you… you said I was a perv for the lack of buttons being buttoned on my shirt…”

“…”

“…”

Silence filled the air.

A nervous cough as Haru was rummaging through the cabinets for ingredients to make some of Lambo’s favorite foods.

Haru couldn’t blame her younger-self, because she was somewhat of a prude. Not only that, she did think that Lambo could stand to button up his shirt some more, but he could dictate his own life.

Still, she knew that younger her would probably react the same way if Lambo appeared before her the same way.

A hand on his shoulder, “Just button up more when around my younger-self.”

“Okay—”

She pauses, “Let’s also get you some antacids. Some antidotes may be useful too.” Knowing how Lambo looked a lot like Bianchi’s toxic ex-boyfriend, Lambo was in for a wild time any time he was sent into the past.

He was fine in this time because Bianchi has outlived that trigger, and she’d watched as Lambo aged, so she was used to how he looked. The Bianchi of the past, however... that’s another story. 

What else would be useful for him to carry around him at all times? For sure, his horns- but he never left without those atop his head.

“I don’t think it’s feasible to always wear a bullet-proof vest, hm? Flame-resistant clothes might be okay, though.”

Lambo couldn’t help but question how much danger she thought he was going to be in.

Then again—knowing at what point the timeline was at, the Vongola were in for a chaotic time. Maybe… he should look into flame-retardant clothing.

“I will make you a small emergency kit to carry with you. Don’t worry, you’ll get through this. Lambo, Ganba.”

Sniffs. “Ganba…”

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Note: Did you know? After that time, Lambo was shown having more buttons buttoned on his shirt if he gets poofed into the past and he’s around Haru. Inspiration, I had.

#Neo Drabble #((Is this yet another Lambo-test? Yes... yes it is)) #((I was thinking about writing something else but then I lost my muse for that so I chose to do something slightly sillier instead))

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

OK SO THE BACKSTORY (sorry for any mistakes) They meet when they were young and he was just starting off as an assassin. The mission went really bad resulting in him and Lem having to separate for a bit and he got injured. Feeling like he was about to pass out from all the running, he hid in a allyway close to Cherry's apartment complex and that's how she found him. She helped him back to her place (even if they were suspicious of each other) and treated his wound. It was mostly silent, a "are you okay?" and "what happened?" but his answers were short. As soon as she finished, he slowly got up, thanked her and left, saying his brother will worry about him.

The night after, Cherry heard the doorbell ring. She looked out the peephole to see the boy she helped and another person next to him. Putting the door chain on, she carefully opened the door.

🍊: Hi. Remember me? 🍒: Hi, yeah, I do. 🍊: Right um, this is my brother Lemon. 🍋: Hey, you saved my bro last night. 🍒: [She smiled and waved at him] 🍊: We got some pizza. As a thank you.

After some thinking, she let them in. They sat in the living room, eating pizza and chatting. Lem tells her that they're assassins and she says she figured as much. Turns out Cherry's mother is actually a handler (like Maria) and knows a lot about the assassin job. Her mother even prepared her for situations, so she had a gun on her in case they tried something. After that night, they became inseparable and started working together. Eventually, Tan and Cherry caught feelings for each other and there was tension for a good couple of months until Lem got tired and set them up. Even though they go together on missions, she mostly works in the shadows. While these two are fighting a yakuza gang, she's sneaking away, gathering intel and stealing briefcases. Other times she has to act like a lost woman looking for help, or be scared and plead with a gang leader, earn his trust enough to invite her for a drink and make him spill some useful information.

(Sorry the convo between them is awkward, I think it fits since they just met)

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I know you said you worked through your inbox pretty fast but I didn't want to overwhelm you. Also like I said, I have a fic, two drabbles and a hc saved in my notes so if I do send something in, first I'll have to choose which one :)

Also my bday is at the end of April but thank you angel !! 💗💗

— (+ STOP HE'S SO DOWN BAD 😭😭 ditch the phones, this man will send you a letter asking you to unblock him while he's on a mission on the other side of the country) 💺 anon

OMG????? LOVE IT SO BAD!!!! it’s so well thought out too!!! it all connects so perfectly. and that our mum is a handler ??!!? love it

will always be a sucker for wound cleaning🫠

ur very sweet, but not to worry!! you’re welcome to send in whenever 💓💓

😭😭😭😭 yess!!! he makes you promise not to block him while he’s away so that he can urgently talk to you when he needs to (like if something was to go bad, he’d want to talk to you one last time) soz bit angsty lmao

ALSO OMG I HAVE TO TELL YOH SOMETHING!!

I was listening to music and one came on and I thought HOLY SHIT, that’s tan !!? wicked game - chris issak. bc when you asked me songs all I said were artic monkeys ones lol

#ask #💺 #tangerine headcanon

[sugas-sweetheart]

tumblr seems to be very dead today and my post only has like 4 notes in the 2 hours it’s been up 🥴

#like I don’t ever expect many when I first post it #but considering Im kinda close to 600 I’d just expect a little more than 4 in 2 hours yk #idk interaction on posts makes me sad to look at lmao #especially when it’s like comments and feedback??? there’s literally nothing. #my top post has over 1000 notes. and the only comment is ‘🖤’ #so like thanks for the emoji but that doesn’t help that much yk #but yeah idk readers leave comments and reblog s to support ur creators!! we end up getting burnt out from lack of feedback #like how can we know what you thought of a set of hcs or drabble or a fic when we have nothing to go off of apart from a like button #that doesn’t actually tell us anything about your reading experience #maybe you liked it so that u could find it later - maybe u liked it to acknowledge u had read it #it’s just yeah. oh my god and anon requests??? please. feedback is appreciated so much for those. #I genuinely think only one - maybe two - anons have thanked me or sent me an ask after writing their request to acknowledge they liked it #my moots requesting stuff is different bc they all understand the lack of interaction we face as writers and artists on here #anyway sorry #it’s like 11:30 I should get some sleep soon #but just give your writers feedback please!! it honestly makes our day to here you enjoyed it #you can reblog and put ur thoughts in the tags; you can just comment without the reblog; send an ask on or off anons #we just want some feedback from our lovely readers <3

[uchihaclansslutt]

i hc iwa to be a little dense sooo :')

at the altar; iwaizumi hajime

things to know: drabble, fem!reader, angst, fluff, marriage, lowercase intended, suggestive language, minor timeskip spoilers

"i made friendship bracelets for the three of us!"

you were about four years old when you found your two best friends at the park you three would meet each other everyday. oikawa was practicing his sets with a deflated volleyball while iwaizumi was trying to find beetles for whatever reason.

they were both a year older than you but you guys had known each other your entire lives. iwaizumi and oikawa's moms were already friends and the boys were practically inseparable after oikawa was born—even though they were only months old.

you were oikawa's neighbour, who got involved with the dysfunctional friends after both your parents forced you to get along. although it was forced at first, the three of you became best friends quicker than expected.

"ew, aren't bracelets for girls?" your taller brunette friend irked while holding his bracelet.

the shorter dark-haired friend soon hit oikawa with his butterfly net. "they're not only for girls, dumbass! they're cool enough for guys too."

you watched as the two of them bickered about friendship bracelets for a few minutes before feeling discouraged. you were about to walk away with your bracelets before iwaizumi stopped you.

"can i have one?" he asked gently. you nodded and happily gave him one of the bracelets. iwaizumi took a closer look at the bracelets and noticed all your initials were engraved in the colourful beads. "'kawa, come here! look, it's 't' for tooru, you have to wear it or else it'll be incomplete."

oikawa slipped the bracelet on his wrist and started examining it as well. "it's 'h' for hajime! this is cool, thanks y/n!"

you smiled and put your bracelet on as well. "we're gonna be best friends forever."

that was the day you realized you had feelings for iwaizumi hajime.

"you guys are fucking gross."

you looked up to see the brunette, yet again, judging you and iwaizumi. oikawa was held back in class for a bit. you and iwaizumi had already made it to the balcony of the school, where the three of you would meet up every break ever since high school started.

to pass time, you decided to make a paper ring for him. iwaizumi was concentrated as you taught him how to fold the paper enough to create the origami rings.

paper rings were harmless, they didn't seem like much for iwaizumi but for you, it meant the world. you were able to make a ring for him and while he thought nothing of it, you thought of it as a dream.

you wanted to get married ever since you were younger, it didn't matter who at the time, you just wanted it to happen one day. as you sat there on the roof of the school, you realized wanted hajime to be that person—the person you committed to for the rest of your life.

"listen, you were taking too long and we got bored, that's all," you defended while continuing to place the ring around iwaizumi's pinky finger. "they're fun to make. do you want one too tooru?"

the taller friend sat beside you and shook his head. "i have homework to finish for my next class though. iwa, pass me yours-"

"you idiot!" iwaizumi exclaimed while reaching into his bag to grab his english notebook. "i don't have anything done! i told you to finish it last night because i didn't know what to fucking do!"

oikawa's jaw dropped. "you're fucking kidding."

"well, you two have another twenty minutes. i'll go-"

you didn't want to distract the boys so you were about to get up and leave until you were pulled back. iwaizumi grabbed your wrist and got you to sit back down on the bench.

"y/n, my love and saviour. you're my favourite person, you know that right?" he said with ease. "i hope you know i like you more than shittykawa."

you felt your heart flutter at hajime's words. your heart was beating so rapidly, you were pretty sure he could hear it considering how close he pulled you in.

but because it was so sudden, you knew there was no meaning in his words, there was an ulterior motive and he was trying to win you over. as excited as you were, a wave of sadness washed over you all too quickly.

"what's going on?" you asked with a nervous smile on your face as your voice unintentionally cracked due to the pain emerging from your chest. you smiled only because if you frowned or expressed what you were truly feeling, the two boys would focus on you rather than their work.

he smirked, "you're good at english, aren't you?"

yup, there it was.

you nodded. "great, help me with my english work?"

who were you to tell him no? although he just unintentionally shattered your heart into pieces, you were glad he was asking you for help.

"wait, what the fuck," tooru complained, "help me too, please?"

you were about to reach for oikawa's work when iwaizumi pulled you back again, this time in his arms.

both his hands were on your shoulder and your head was resting on his chest. you felt so small in hajime's arms and loved every second of it. if only he knew how you felt.

while the two friends were still bickering, you found yourself looking at iwaizumi's hands. underneath his school jacket, you saw the colourful bracelet you gave him when you were younger. you already knew tooru still wore it but never noticed hajime still did as well. your heart raced even more. even after about twelve years, he still wore the bracelet you made.

"she's mine." his arms were wrapped around you defensively. "find yourself another english teacher."

maybe with a little more effort, iwaizumi hajime would truly be yours.

"congratulations, baby boy!" a woman exclaimed while walking up to you, hajime and tooru. you knew this woman all too well, it was oikawa's mom herself. "you're all growing up so fast," she said while pinching your cheek in a loving manner.

oikawa and his mother came back to japan for the wedding, they travelled all the way from argentina for this. you and iwaizumi missed the brunette, it was great seeing him and his beautiful, cheerful mother again. honestly, all three of you considered her as another maternal figure after being together for so long.

mama oikawa pulled iwaizumi into a hug. "thank you, ma."

you did the same as soon as they let go. "i missed you." you held onto her extra tight, the familiar comfort put you at ease—it was nostalgic.

before his mom got a chance to say she missed you too, tooru interrupted, "i didn't get this treatment," he whined. "you'd expect them to hug their best friend too but nevermind."

iwaizumi tsked before giving in. his arms opened wide and the two boys hugged each other. "thanks for being my best man," he said softly. he genuinely appreciated oikawa and it showed.

oikawa scoffed jokingly, "it's not like you had other options. i simply am the best." the four of you shared a laugh and iwaizumi went back to hitting oikawa's head playfully.

after conversing for a while, mama oikawa still seemed to have something on her mind.

"i always thought hajime and y/n would get married."

your heart dropped. "we're just friends, ma." you didn't realize your voice was quieting down as you spoke. the painful fact hit you in the face like a slap. "we've always just been friends."

"best friends." hajime smiled, being as dense as ever and still not acknowledging your heartbreak. he put his arm over oikawa's mother's shoulder, "let me introduce you to my wife. she's over there with pa."

as they walked away, you noticed the same colourful bracelet around iwaizumi's wrist. he still had it on. you wondered how he managed to keep such a delicate bracelet in tact after all these years.

you were nothing more than just a best friend. your frown visibly showed on your face. you couldn't hide it anymore.

twenty-one years of pining just for you to lose him to another woman. you had nothing against her, she was beautiful and incredibly nice, not to mention, she was talkative so it was easy to talk to her as well. her and iwaizumi were perfect for each other—they balanced each other precisely. you couldn't even hate her.

he loved her and she loved him. who the fuck did you think you were?

you heard oikawa sigh before downing a drink and clearing his throat because it burnt. his alcohol tolerance was always shitty, yet, he never learned.

"he let me down."

you looked up at the brunette, who refused to take his eyes off iwaizumi. "excuse me?"

"oh come on, you've been in love with him ever since we were kids," he mumbled while securing another glass of whiskey. "you hid it well but i'm not stupid."

he was right. after over twenty years, if anyone knew how you felt about hajime, it would be tooru. the oikawa tooru—the one who secretly knew everything about everyone because he just possessed the skill to read people thoroughly.

plus, you've known oikawa ever since you were three years old. he knew you more than anyone else did. even if he never mentioned it (only to spare you from being embarrassed or humiliated), he knew how you felt about iwaizumi.

you suddenly remembered all the times oikawa teased you. at the moment, you never realized but he was pointing out the fact he's known all along. the bracelets, paper rings, how flustered you'd get around iwaizumi.

isn't this fucking amazing.

"i don't wanna do this right now. it's his wedding day," you exhaled while grabbing oikawa's drink from his hands and taking a sip. you knew if you thought about this any more, you'd probably break down.

"god, you're both idiots." you two stood near the bar in silence before oikawa spoke up again.

"wanna come back to argentina with me?" he asked. it might've been purely out of impulse, or perhaps the alcoholic beverage was getting to him. regardless of what it was, he still looked serious about it. "you know, until everything here cools down a bit."

you knew oikawa only offered this because he cared about you. he wouldn't want you around iwaizumi and his wife only to be a third wheel, especially knowing it would hurt you.

you were both going to either regret this or be utterly confused about it when you're sober but, fuck it.

you smiled softly and he already knew your answer. he reciprocated a happier grin and instantly pulled his phone out of his pocket.

after seeing your childhood love smile brighter than ever seen, you finally realized you needed some time away from everyone and everything. you diverted your attention from the altar where iwaizumi stood back to tooru.

your love for iwaizumi hajime has and would only ever be unrequited. nothing more, nothing less.

#iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi angst #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #oikawa tooru #tooru oikawa

[peejsocks]

bam x f!reader kissing on a dare headcanon

a/n: inspired by @aparttimewriter ‘s story A Hollywood Dream on ao3 <3 this is hal hc half drabble idk just bundle of thoughts about bammy

disclaimers/tags: no smut. pining. kissing. im using prompts from these lists

Bam was a good friend, very present and attentive. the kind that always remembers to call and invite you to everything he’s doing.

for you, that meant the world, knowing you’re wanted around. so it wasn’t hard to see why you stuck with him, Ryan and Raab. you felt like you really belonged.

that being said, you were definitely closer to Bam than the rest. sure, you’d call him your best friend. he wouldn’t really call you his but it’s okay, he was surrounded by people who liked him, there wasn’t really a spotlight on you or anything

everyone thought you were more than close friends, of course. they’d call you ‘love birds’ and ‘pining idiots in denial’ (that last one was mostly Johnny)

to be fair, there was a lot of touching. he would constantly help you with skateboard tricks, hands holding your waist and helping you up whenever you fell, both of you laughing at how dumb you looked with your hair all over the place.

one time he predicted some other dude was gonna crash right into you so he sprinted and picked you up from the skateboard, letting its wheels roll away from under your now dangling feet. you felt like a rag doll, bam holding you flush to him, your ass kind of too close to his groin. “you could’ve just yelled.” “i’m going to” the dude who nearly hit you heard some choice words from a very pissed Bam Margera. luckily he was a fan and came over to apologize to you, a request from Bam. there was a lot of blushing from both of you after the young kid left

there was only ever one kiss. it was a dare, freshman year. you were out of “truths” and the redhead girl hosting the house party had an instigating look in her eyes, not cracking a smile at all when she said you had to kiss Bam. he was standing far enough that he didn’t hear the laughter and commotion, talking to a group of guys he barely knew. it’s not like it was your first kiss, so at the time it felt like no hassle.

you remember getting up confidently and giggling, enjoying fucking with your friend who loved pranks. when you get to him, pulling on his shoulder to grab his attention, you squint your eyes and say, “hey Bam, there’s something on your face.” “what?” “me.” the girl didn’t specify what kind of kiss, so you just peck him, hand holding his chin and squeezing before you leave. Raab really liked that one, laughing until he was on the floor. Bam didn’t say anything, flustered. it was cute. later that year, him and the redhead dated for a while.

ages ago, when CKY was still a fresh project, Ryan asked why he didn’t make any moves on you. “i mean, you’re not just friends, it’s obvious.” “we are, really, there’s like nothing there, i don’t know” “so you don’t mind if i ask her out then?”

Bam gives a very convoluted explanation as to why that’d be destructive and borderline toxic for your friendship. “ok, can i just have sex with her?” “no, you can’t have sex with her, man.”

on your side, things changed after your first boyfriend dumped you for another girl. feeling insecure, it was Bam who cheered you up. “you are easily the most attractive person i know. he made a dumb-fuck choice. you’re also funny and smart, so dude, seriously, not dating that dunce is the best for you, his loss only.” talking inside of a bar bathroom while he wipes away persistent tears off your face. for a moment, you wished he’d keep touching you forever, comforting. “and i say that in the most friend way possible, so you know im not being biased because of any stupid romantic feelings.” oh, right. of course.

after that night, you start pining for your friend who clearly didn’t want you. stuck on the what-ifs, there’s no turning back now, your heart’s pretty set. you’re not gonna do anything about it obviously but you are gonna suffer through these feelings like it’s a bad habit you can’t let go of.

as the first Jackass movie came out, the boys had all become pretty popular, and you felt like you were losing your best friend to all these cool Hollywood people and hot girls. not one to impose, you don’t mention it to him.

you’d never say no to a Steve-o party, scared that if you did they’d stop inviting you. it was more common now that your dark haired friend mingled between various groups and barely said a word to you, meaning you clinged to Ryan and Johnny for company

“you look like a sad puppy, missing Bam?” “so much for having a long time best friend huh?“ “is that all he is to you?” Johnny notices your confused complexion and clicks his tongue, swirling the bourbon in his glass. “c’mon kid, nothing wrong with a guy and girl friendship but that’s not what’s going on between the two of you. you’re basically aching for each other like in some Carrie Underwood song.” “where did you get that idea from?“ “havin’ eyes.”

not long after, you’re pouting by Knoxville’s side on a gross brown couch, pulling the loose threads and feeling sorry for yourself when Bam pops up in front of you, out of breath. “i need to kiss you.” the southern man next to you is paying close attention. “what?” “there’s a challenge going around of who can kiss the prettiest girl and i picked you. c’mon.”

there’s no reaction from you so Bam pulls you up and along the hallways by the hand. you look back to Johnny for help but he simply smiles, wide and teasing, lifting his beer towards you.

snapping back into reality, you pull on Bam’s hand and he stops, looking at you confused. “i dont wanna do this.” there’s a pained look in your face that draws in alarmed concerned blue eyes

“why not?” his chest is burning, rejection never easy for him. “it’s just an innocent kiss.” the look on your face means he said something outrageous but he’s pretty clueless as to what exactly. “friends kiss each other all the time, right? it’s fine.”

“no, it’s not fine, Bam” you sigh and he prods. “i thought you wouldn’t mind. i mean, Johnny told me you said i had nice lips, who says that about a kiss they wouldn’t repeat?” a furious blush is spreading on your face right now, for sure. why was there always someone instigating things between you two.

“i think... i might like you." feeling terribly embarrassed and tired, you hope the confession is enough to make your friend so uncomfortable he drops it and lets you go home. “and i’m sorry, it’s dumb, i’m probably just mixing things up or getting off on the idea that it would never happen because you don’t feel the same way and you know how i-“

there was an exasperated look in Bam’s face you didn’t get to see because he cut off your rambling by grabbing both sides of your face and kissing you hard. it was a slow and sensual kiss, like he had been waiting for this for a long time. a bit dramatic for a challenge, you think

when you separate, chests heaving, he doesn’t let you go, facial expression more relaxed even as he struggles to breathe. “how do you know if you won?” your mind is still stuck on the game. determined blue eyes cast down to your lips as he says, “i don’t care, shut up” and kisses you again

in the background, Johnny and Ryan watched amusedly. Steve-o asks, “how does he know if he won, actually?” to which Johnny replies “he got the girl, which is a lot better than a measly kiss, none of us are beating that tonight.”

#bam margera x reader #bam margera headcanon #bam margera #johnny knoxville #jackass fanfic #jackass #ryan dunn #chris pontius

[totromanticfool]

Losing, breaking, stealing & forgetting

I promised myself I would post this once one of my other works would reach 50 likes/reblogs. Welp, it did! Thank you so much for all the love and support! With this piece, I couldn’t help myself! After my first request, this little drabble stayed in my head. Rent free of course! So, I had to play with it a little, and this funny HC came to life. Still, these are my interpretations of the boys, please do not take offense, but enjoy! It will be the boys, separately, with you, the dear reader. Pretend they are already in a relationship of some sort? (I know we all do anyway!) Enjoy!

It was not just his head Artem lost this time.

Artem Wing was very professional when it came to work.

But at home, he lost his head many, many times. Mainly because you occupied his mind, there was only room for you now.

His carefully constructed schedule left no room for errors, so he thought.

He knew it was his flaw, and that was why he always planned everything, so he wouldn't lose any documents, keys, his phone or any other things he might need throughout the day.

He didn’t mind that it happened to him, but having you on the receiving end, he could just feel himself dying.

Your apartment keys were in his slacks pocket. He promised to pick up the case files that he left at your place, thinking he didn’t need them at first.

When he reached for his phone, his pinkie finger got stuck in one of the keychain rings.

He pulled out his phone, and before he could react, your keys fell through the cracks of the sewer lid. This kind of losing was purely accidental of course, but still...

He could only stare at the sewer lid in terror for at least a minute, He had one job! Artem.exe stopped working. (I love saying that. Who came up with that, kudos!)

When his mind started forming coherent sentences again, there were swear words coming out of his mouth that I dare not repeat. Wash his mouth with soap! Filthy swear words.

He called in a favour to Captain Morgan. ''Attorney Wing, you know as well as I do, that I can't fix that.'' ''I know! But I have to try something, what else am I supposed to do?'' panic mode was set in.

Then he called Luke, hoping he could (and wanted to) break into your apartment, secretly, of course. Artem had no problem murdering Luke if this ever came out. He was the law, after all.

After retrieving the files, Artem made Luke swear to never talk about this incident, ever.

But the minute he saw you at the end of the chaotic day, he blurted it out like a waterfall. He should have known he could never keep anything from you.

Artem pampered you for at least a month. Fancy dinners, movies, the best home cooking you ever tasted, and unlimited cuddles. The man has never felt more guilty, and he would do anything in his power to make it up to you. -----

A clumsy 6-foot boy named Marius

Marius von Hagen is as clumsy as it gets. (You can fight me on this one)

He would often bump against his easel or his table, sending paint onto the floor, or you, if you're with him.

Paperwork was always scattered everywhere because of him dropping it way too many times. Thus, he hired a special paperwork assistant (oh the boy has way too much money)

Whenever Marius would visit your place, you had to know in advance.

You would have to hide all the valuable/irreplaceable stuff.

Whenever he would visit unannounced, you would grit your teeth so hard they could fall out. Anxiety level 1000, with every step he would take.

One day, you came home frow work and you saw Marius bouncing around in your living room.

The vase you got from the office the other week was standing dangerously close behind him on the coffee table.

When Marius heard you enter, he got beyond excited, and forgot about his surroundings.

At first you heard Marius call you, then, the ear deafening sound of the vase crashing on the floor, shattering in a thousand pieces.

He didn’t know how fast he could grab you in his arms, chanting ''I'm so sorry miss'' over, and over again.

Luckily, he would always clean up his mess, (all the while apologizing) and replace anything replaceable.

The beautiful vase however, was not that easy to replace. He had to beg Celestine and Kiki to make it again. In exchange for a very expensive dinner, and gifts. (Good thing the boy has a lot of money)

Marius took you away for the weekend as his sincerest apology. While the vase was being made again. ----- Finders keepers is a thing, when it comes to Vyn.

Vyn Richter, the mysterious and very private psychiatrist, had many secrets. Dirty secrets as well. And this was one of them.

On your days off, you often found yourself in the most comfortable clothing, underwear not an exception.

''Where are they? I was sure I put them in here after laundry!'' face red, going crazy. How can a pair of panties just disappear? Didn’t that just happen with socks in a dryer? And I don’t even own a dryer...

You called out to your boyfriend Vyn, asking if he misplaced the clean laundry.

You didn’t get an answer. Figuring he was in his study; you went to see him.

A sexy, teasing smile was written all over his face when you entered.

Not only did he get away with his mischief for more than a week, he was surprisingly calm when you walked in on him looking at your underwear with great interest.

Let me repeat that. He stole what? Yes, a pair of your panties! And not the sexy kind, but the ''I should throw these out because they are way to girly for a woman like me, but I didn’t because they fit so nicely.'' kind. This one? Pink with polka dots, and a small ribbon on the front.

''Vyn, why... uh...?'' There were no other words. You tried to choose between getting angry, or laughing at the sight. Your face said it all, and of course Vyn noticed.

''Dear, you know I would never steal; I was just... admiring them for a while.''

Shaking your head, you closed the door and left him alone with his weird, but attractive mind. You could always buy a new pair.

And you will be asking him about the scene you witnessed, after your giggling subsided.

And he would have a perfectly logical explanation for the scene. (The art of psychology) -----

Where chaos meets Luke's short-term memory

Even though Luke Pearce was the best detective out there, he was still human. And forgetting something was human after all.

Being a chaotic storm, it was a miracle he rarely forgot his keys. Until now, it happened only once!

But for fear he did, you kept a spare key, and gave a copy to Rosa the other NXX boys. On the off chance it would happen, at 5 in the morning. You would not handle that.

Luckily for Marius (let's be honest, he will be the only one awake to help), that was not what he forgot.

But unlucky for you, you were on the receiving end of a major chaos storm meets memory.

Luke actually forgot to turn off the heat, in your apartment. Why would he even turn it on? We will never know. It was early spring, a sunny 16 *C (61 *F) outside.

But when you got home, after a day of running around in the city, leaving you warm and sweaty, the warmth at your place flew at you like a heatwave.

Seeing it was now a high 20 *C (69*F, stop laughing Marius) You could only sprint to all the doors and windows, opening them up all the way in rapid speed.

Even though it was still early spring, you sat in your living room wearing the thinnest summer dress you could find.

Once you confronted Luke, he showed up at your door within an hour, carrying the latest air-conditioning equipment. Along with your favourite snacks, a bouquet of flowers and a whole lot of hugs, kisses and apologies.

You forgave him, on the condition he would never touch your thermostat ever again. -----

I know, these hc’s were slightly (if not very) OOC, Artem would never lose anything. But, I had too much fun with it. And be honest, Vyn would definitely do that. A dirty mind is a joy forever, right?

See you at the next drabble!

Love, Hann ❤

#tears of themis #tears of themis fluff #tears of themis hc #tot artem #artem wing #tot marius #marius von hagen #tot vyn #vyn richter #tot luke #luke pearce #tot x reader #tot rosa #zuo ran #lu jinghe #mo yi #xia yan