#ooc: im sorry I had to he is so petty

[the-wanderer-official]

not the worst thing ive been called. your stuck with me, darling, and there's. nothing. you. can. do.

-no <3 anon

*You're.

What a shame, I was hoping to give you some Vahumana busy work to get you off of my hands.

#ooc: im sorry I had to he is so petty #asks

[chuuyasheaven]

RAAAAAAAAH idk if this counts as an ask but this specific scenario has been marinating in my mind for WEEKS and i think you might enjoy it :3c

to put it shortly ive been thinking of hot-headed reader who has trouble containing their temper (im not projecting whar do you mean) x chuuya (established relationship) that goes from angst to smut…. teehee

basically chuuya and reader begin arguing bc i hc that EVEN THOUGH CHUUYA IS EXTREMELY LOYAL AND DOTING TO THE ONES HE CARES ABOUT…. his temper often gets the best of him. Recently, chuuya had been very busy, and reader knew that, and continuously made an effort to help him in whatever ways they could, be it making dinner/lunch for him, offering to help with paperwork, etc. BUT thing is.. chuuya isn't really noticing this and treats them like a nuisance. He hasn't said anything outright insulting or upsetting, but he treats reader so differently, like he's silently blaming reader for his own temper and mood. He doesn't even call them by their nickname/petname anymore, everything feels so distant now.

So in an attempt to yk, NOT give up on their relationship, reader decides to confront chuuya about this in a calm manner, but he blindly lashes out and reader is NOT having ANY of it… cue a petty back and forth between him and reader, and reader gets out of the house to cool off and meanwhile chuuya finally comes to his senses. He tries to reason with reader when they come back, but they end up doing exactly what chuuya did to them, dismissing him and not accepting any form of half-assed apology. and so,,,,,, chuuya tries to make it up to reader,,,, if ikwym :3c

cue chuuya eating out reader like his life depends on it /jjj ((THIS IS SO LONG LMAO IM LITERALLY SOSORRY))

"You're not getting tired of me, are you?" // C. Nakahara

Summary. Recently, Chuuya has been kinda distant lately, mostly due to his work. This also resulted into you mostly overthinking— what if he isn't at the office all the time just like says? With this thought at the back of your mind, you tried to make an effort to be nice and caring as possible, only for Chuuya to decline the food you make him, denying any help you offer and barely spending time, which made the thoughts even more scary. When you can't take it anymore, you snap, at first he didn't get what your problem was until he thought about your earlier attempts. Now driven with guilt, Chuuya wants to assure you're the most important thing to him and makes up for his actions in the process.

Tags. Chuuya N. / afab! Reader, the summary pretty much already tells the story, angst to smut to fluff maybe, miscommunication, Reader prolly has anxiety, swearing, ooc! Chuuya, suspicions of cheating, Chuuya didn't notice at first but it's okay he'll make it up by licking pussy ^_^, might be cringe, short too idk, Reader might be KINDAAA based off me, petnames (baby, doll, darlin', sweetheart), oral sex (afab! receiving), praising, overstimulation? , p in v, who knows maybe i fucked up the ask and wrote smth else, for the first time ever porn WITH plot, might have a rushed end, might contain grammar errors, etc.

"Hey, Chuuya, wanna eat? I made your favorite!", you said with a nervous tone painted in your voice, which Chuuya didn't really notice. "No, baby, I can't. Sorry, maybe next time?", he answered without even exchanging looks with you, just doing his paperwork as if it was more important to him. It's been like this for several days already and you did nothing but trying to help Chuuya to make things easier, but he didn't budge. You slowly started to get annoyed and just walked away to eat by yourself, silently.

With all kind of negative thoughts which caused you to overthink. These "thoughts" didn't leave you alone since he's become more distant. What if he's losing interest? What if he's not always late in the office? Am I annoying him and a burden? After you finished eating, you just put his plate into the fridge and sat alone in your living room. Some while later, Chuuya came to see you for a few minutes before returning to work. He tired hugging you but you rejected it. Confused, he looks at you before asking. "What's wrong, doll?", did he seriously just ask you that? After pushing away for the— what? The millionth time for his work? At this innocent question you snapped, well, not really but you were beyond pissed.

When Chuuya told you that he was probably busy for the next days, you understood, at first. Knowing Chuuya, he could make some time for you in between, right? He was your really loyal, sweet and loving boyfriend, caring was he too, of course Chuuya should be able to make atleast a little time. And to his credit, he did, at first. He took breaks in which he spent time with you, cooking your food with you, and also other activities you guys normally do. But with time, Chuuya got more and more work and spent less and less time with you. You also understood at first, and trying to be a good girlfriend, you tried to take some work off his back by doing some paperwork with him, only to deny you. Don't get Chuuya wrong, he appreciated it, but he'd rather do it himself. You understood, leaving him be, but then he started to work late, staying behind in the office. That's when you started to overthink a little. You really didn't want to let you thoughts get to you, Chuuya is loyal and so loving he would never, right? Why was he even staying so late in the first place? Was it because you constantly asked him to help to the point he wanted to work in the office at work? These thoughts would slowly consume you later on, and instead of speaking with Chuuya about it, you kept it to yourself, you didn't want to annoy him anyways. It's been 3 days later and he didn't even say a single word to you, just work, work, work. Were you even Chuuya's top priority at this point? You just let him distance himself, in hope of him noticing your presence. All this did was make the situation worse, to the point where you cried yourself to sleep at night feeling unwanted. Did Chuuya finally notice? No, his head is still drowned in paperwork. "Chuuya, do you have time right now?" — "No. Go do something else, doll, I still have work left." His tone had some harshness to it, a hint of annoyance too. But maybe it was because of the stress because of work. "I could help him maybe.", you told yourself, you don't want him to overwork himself, has he even eaten today? "Well, maybe I could help with the paper—" — "You can't, so please go. I still have a lot left." — "But I could—" — "Just go, I'm busy. I can't really talk with you 'cause you're gonna distract me." What a reason, but you can't let him push you away now, can you? "Chuuya, please, I just wanna help you—" — "Just leave me the hell alone and do something else. Look, I love you for trying, I don't need your help the only this you're doing right now is distracting me." "If you say so." Was all you said before leaving his home office without saying another word.

That was the last time you talked to him during these days, but today, was the day you finally snapped at him for pushing you away all these days. And for what did he push you away? For trying to be nice and take some shit off his back? "What's wrong?! What's wrong is that you pushed me away for— what? A week and a half?!", you explained with anger behind your voice, which Chuuya wasn't familiar with. "Doll, I didn't push you away—", before he could speak you went on. "Stop with the bullshit. Whenever I tried helping with anything you always denied me! I can't do this anymore.", you said with a crack in your voice, now Chuuya slowly got pissed too, was it his fault for having an asshole of a boss?

"Do you think I want to do this? Who in the hell would participate in such work as a fucking joke?!", he said rather louder than you. "Your damn work seems to be more important that me, when was the last time you looked me in my face?", you stood up from the couch. "You wouldn't even know what to do!", "I could've if you took some fucking time to explain!", you shouted back, this is where Chuuya might have lost his temper. "Why the hell should I? You won't even understand when I tell you to leave! I'm sorry if the world doesn't fucking revolve around you, some people have other priorities?!", his voice got angrier and louder.

"Appearently I'm not your first priority, which is what I'm supposed to be?! I just wanted to spend time with you, but if I'm so fucking 'distracting' then I'll leave!", "Oh, so now you can take a damn hint?", he called after you tried to walk away. "What?", you stopped and turned around to face him. "Fuck you, then. I'm done, go do your work which is more important to me! All I was doing was to try—", "I don't give a fuck if you were "trying" shit! Just fucking don't because it won't matter anyway all you're being is annoying and desperate.", Chuuya shouted at you.

"So I'm annoying you now?", you said, your voice going quieter. "Yeah, with the way you were constantly up in my shit. You're not the most important thing right now, just stop trying to stress me more than you already are.", when he said that, you were facing the floor, fighting back the angry tears that were building up. "Alright, go do your work. I'll leave you to it.", you muttered, walking towards your door to take a walk. Chuuya just tsk'ed and went back to his room. It was quiet in the apartment, Chuuya was working on some papers left when he thought about your earlier argument. Wondering why you started it, he thought about what you said and slowly realized that what you said was true. He has gotten more distant, he was a little rude to you about leaving him alone and barely paid you and your attempts to help attention.

Knowing he probably fucked up in those past days, hurting your feelings and calling you 'annoying and desperate' probably caused the biggest guilt he ever experienced. Chuuya tried calling you but you hung up instantly. Okay, reasonable. The second time he called you took you're time to pick up. "Hey, baby—", "What do you want?", you asked coldly. "I thought you wanted to be left alone.", Chuuya could hear the pain in your voice. "Look, darling, you know I didn't mean what I said. It was the stress—", you really didn't wanna hear him right now, especially his excuses. "Sorry, Chuuya but I don't really wanna talk right now, since I'm annoying you anyways, talk to you later.", before getting another word out, you hung up. Chuuya just took deep sigh and thought of ways to apologize and make it up to you.

You first left at 6pm but returned at 8pm, you were a little tired after walking a lot so you looked forward to lay in your shared bed, alone again probably. You changed into Chuuya's shirt just like you have been these last several days for some missing closure, not forgetting your shorts before you sat on the bed to be on your phone. Not even five minutes later, the door creaked open, revealing Chuuya with a guilt driven face. "What?, you asked him once again. "Can we talk, please?", you just stared at him before nodding. He sat down on the bed, patting the space next to him, you moved to the edge of the bed to sit down next to him.

"I'm sorry,", Chuuya started. "I'm sorry for neglecting you these past days, didn't mean to make you feel like a burden.", "So you finally got the hint?", you ask sarcastically. "Baby, I mean it. I shouldn't have priotized my work over you and pushed you away during it. I never wanted to feel unimportant.", he held your hand now, gently caressing it. "The stress made me act this way probably and i shouldn't have lashed out at you. You forgive me?", your gaze was still as cold. Chuuya just pulled you close to him, finally after a week, this made you realize that you missed him more than you thought.

Chuuya stroked your back, kissing your forehead first, then your cheeks, and lastly, your lips— those lips he hasn't kissed for something which felt like an eternity. He just wanted to make it up to you one way or another. "Lay down, dollface, wanna make you feel good.", Chuuya said to you while he was holding your chin. "I haven't fully forgiven you yet, y'know that, right?", looking away while you said this, Chuuya just had to chuckle. "You're gonna when I'm done with you, trust me.", you rolled your eyes and just laid back like he wanted. Chuuya moved himself between your legs, removing the shorts and panties blocking his path and letting your legs hang over his shoulders.

"No need to tense up, pretty, jus' relax,", he whispered, pressing kisses to your thighs, never breaking eye contact. Those kisses started to get closer and closer to your cunt, which was waiting for his tongue. Once his mouth got to it's destination, Chuuya started his work. He ate you out like his life depended on it, but he made sure he won't make a big mess. You where quietly moaning, trying to not be heard by him. "Why so quiet, sweetheart?", he lightly teased, you just looked away again. "C'mon, look at me. I wanna make you feel good, remember that?", you looked back at him, your cheeks were slightly flushed and lust was filled in your eyes. Chuuya dived back in and kept his eye contact with you, looking at you while you try to bite down your moans. This only made him suck on your clit, which also broke your silence.

It didn't take long for you to finish with Chuuya looking at you while pleasuring you. As you came on his tongue, still breathing unsteady, Chuuya got up between your legs. "You're so perfect like this, darlin'.", he whispered before kissing you, you could loosely taste yourself on his tongue. While he was kissing you, he freed his cock out of his pants. Chuuya stopped kissing you for a second to insert his dick inside you. He stroked your folds with his tip to catch some slick and entered almost easily, as if your cunt was sucking him in. "Fuck, I forgot how good you felt around me. Forgive me for neglecting this perfect— oh, fuck!", he cut himself off by starting to thrust.

If you weren't loud earlier, you definitely were now. Chuuya was kissing you while being inside you, thrusting while his lips were on yours, whispering "I love you"s and apologies to you. "You're so good for me, fuck— I love you so much.", his thrusts got sloppier, meaning he was close. Your arms were thrown around his neck as you threw your head back, you could feel your upcoming orgasm. "Chuuya— shit, 'm so close, please don't stop!", "Wasn't planning on it, you feel way too good for that, baby.", as your cunt clenched down around him, he surprisingly moaned, instantly cumming inside you. He thrusted once more and that's when you came undone a second time.

"So. . did you change your mind, doll?"

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Sorry if ur tag didn't work 😕 also sorry if I fucked the storyline up

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[cheriiyaya]

Hello!! I have this idea for a fic thats like fem!reader getting stuck with chuuya, dazai, akutagawa(separately)in a room and they have to share a room together. Im a sucker for the one bed trope but sfw.

English is not my first lenguage so sorry for any spelling mistakes but thanks!!

Moon, tell me if I could

``~Sharing a room with them is a horrible idea, much less a bed...

``~Contents: Dazai & Chuuya x fem!reader (separately),One bed trope, SFW, dazai being a little shit (affectionately), a bit of swearing

``~A/N: ahhhh! thank you sm for the request (this is actually my first request!)! I couldn't do aku bc i don't know how to write him and this is my first time writing for chuuya romantically so it might be a bit ooc(?)...

Osamu Dazai

There was no way in hell you were gonna sleep in the same room as dazai, much less as the same bed.

When the desk concierge had told you they had a room meant for a couple that cancelled their booking last minute, you didn't think much about it. You were tired from the long train ride-and dazai's jabbering-to Kyoto and you just wanted to get as much sleep as you could before you had to start the mission fukuzawa had sent the two of you on the next morning.

Until you stepped into the room only to discover there was one bed.

"You should've slept on the couch." You huffed, rolled on your side and your back facing him. Dazai chuckled, propped up on his elbow as he looked at you with a stupid grin on his face.

"Awww, but bella'! What if I got cold?" He whined, poking the back of your head.

"Not my problem."

"You're so me-"

"Shut up, dazai."

Dazai pouted like a child, sighing and rolling onto his back at looking at the ceiling. He looked over at you, sitting up to get a better look at your face and he didn't regret it.

The way the moonlight highlighted the planes of your face and your lips parted just slightly and your eyelashes brushing your cheeks just so-

God, you were gorgeous to him.

his heart fluttered in his chest and he smiled gently at your sleeping form.

"Did you know you look beautiful when you're trying to go to sleep?" His voice had a teasing lilt to it, but dazai had meant every word that rolled off his tongue so easily. His hands itched to pull you closer and against him, to press his face to your nape and never let go.

And he did just that.

You're eyes fluttered open as you felt hands curl around your torso and dazai press his face into your back, his warm breath hitting your skin under your shirt. Heat rose to your neck and you turned around only to be face-to-face with honey eyes and a sly grin.

"D-dazai?! What the fuck-?!" Dazai pressed a finger to your lips, humming softly and he smiled at you.

"Sorry!! I was cold and, well, you're just so warm, y'know?" He giggled, letting his finger fall from your lips and acting like he didn't notice the way you pressed your lips in a line and pink dusted your cheeks. Your breath caught as he traces your face with his knuckles, eyes half-lidded and adoring-

-no, he was just tired!

Dazai hummed, brushing a fallen eyelash from your cheek. "Such a pretty girl..." He murmured. You flushed, grabbing his wrist with your hand.

"Dazai, what are you doing?" You stammered. Dazai smiled gently, pulling your hand off his wrist with his free hand and pressing kisses to every fingertip. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, cupping your cheek and shushing you.

"Not now 'donna, I wanna admire the art in front of me."

Chuuya Nakahara

Luck was not on your side, hell it was only on the side of whoever wanted to embarrass you right now.

"I'm so gonna kill Mori..." You muttered, drawing the sheets up to your chin as you slept on the very edge of the bed, with Chuuya on the other side.

"Agreed." He grumbled from the other side, your backs facing each other.

"I wasn't talking to you."

"I know."

"..."

You groaned, rolling onto your back and glaring at him. You knew it was petty to be mad at Chuuya-he wasn't the one who messed up your guys room bookings after all- but you wanted to be mad at something. Chuuya merely raised an eyebrow at you, his hands under his head.

"Why are you glaring at me?" He rolled his eyes, turning to the side to face the wall. He stared at the wall, trying to focus on anything but your eyes on him. God, he hated it-why do you have to have such an effect on him? Chuuya usually doesn't have problems sleeping, but he can't sleep, knowing you were there and he just wanted to kiss you, at least once. He didn't like the way you made his heart race, how your pretty eyes melted away any annoyances he may have had in the day.

The two of you stayed like this for a while, deciding to pretend the other was asleep and they were alone.

"...at least I'm stuck with you and not that shitty mackerel." Chuuya huffed after a bit, sitting up and glancing over at you. He tilted his head, leaning over to see that you had actually fallen asleep.

And were hanging half-off the bed.

Chuuya paused for a moment before gently placing his hands on your waist and pulling you back onto the bed so your limbs weren't hanging off like a ragdoll. He rolled you onto your back, hitting the mattress with a soft "thump" as he looked over at you, his heart clawing up his throat.

You looked so...peaceful. Eye's that glinted with wild determination shut under eyelids and soft sighs left your parted lips instead of snarky words. Strands of hair stuck to your face and chuuya brushed them away with the faintest graze of his fingertips along your warm skin. He swallowed dryly and took a small lock of your hair in between his thumb and index finger, twirling it around his fingers to see if it would hold a curl. While gently twisting you hair, he pulled a little too hard at a strand, causing you to stir. You groaned, eyes blinking and opening into slits as you looked over to see chuuya sitting there like a deer in headlights when he realized you caught him.

"uh...you hair way just in your face so um..." He dropped the strand and and he meant to rescind his hand, he swears, yet he reached out to cup your cheek, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone. You gasped quietly, but you didn't pull away. Chuuya swallowed, his throat bobbing and he slid his hand into your hair and to the back of your head, pulling you closer to him.

"Chuuya-"

"please?" his voice sounded so quiet, so gentle.

A beat, and you sighs, relaxing and allowing him to hold you close. He sighs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and you looked up at him, just about to say something when he cut you off, trailing his fingers down your face and resting one on your bottom lip.

"God, you're so pretty, y'know that doll?"

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[catscidr]

hi.. hello... may I request a dottore fic w/chronically ill reader? chronically ill as in, can't get enough sleep due to pain, doesn't clean themselves/shower, or doesn't eat a lot due to the pain and loss of appetite.

this part is a bit self indulgent but maybe reader can't walk properly due to it and needs assistance by dottore (or his segments) to hold her hand and let her cling onto them as they walk?

absolutely understandable if not! hope you have a good day :) 🕊

yes!! absolutely!! (included this other ask too bc i felt they were similar enough) im sorry i disappeared for a bit, life happened and this and that and i didn't have time to write and when i did i just.... couldn't write LOLヽ(；▽；) i don't have a chronic illness so i did my best with what i had (google and my own experiences with body pains n stuff(?) ) so pls lmk if there's like. any wording i should change and whatnot. big smoochies to u nonnie i hope this makes you feel at least a little better ♡♡ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: a whole lotta fluff, established relationship, dottore is probably a little ooc bc he's very soft, him and The Clones are doting on reader HARD. reader is shorter than the men includes: fem reader, dottore and his segments (Omega is the oldest, Delta is webttore, Iota is the youngest), Columbina is mentioned, fatui npcs are also mentioned wc: 2,3k

The doctor was infamous for being cruel, aloof and barbaric. From his experiments to his way of treating his coworkers, practically everyone that worked in the Fatui wanted nothing to do with him, since even if they happened to not get on his bad side, even being associated with him meant other members of the organization would look at them funny. The only people the Harbinger spoke to daily, apart from you, were his many segments. 

The same couldn’t be said for you though. When you could, you’d spend time with Viktor or Ekaterina whenever they were in Snezhnaya, hang out with Damselette when she was free or simply just make small talk with anyone willing to stop by for a chat. Unfortunately, you haven’t been able to enjoy other people’s presence since your body’s been feeling quite sluggish as of late, exhaustion seeping into your limbs much quicker than it should. Your predicament made it so that you were confined to the four walls of your room most days, human interaction being limited to Dottore and his clones. 

Not that you particularly minded, since they were an entertaining bunch. Dottore took care of you most of the time, but since his job was quite demanding, he couldn’t be there for you all the time. Which is where his segments came in. 

“The soup isn’t that hot, and I already blew on it! Just eat already,” Delta grumbles loudly, his patience wearing thin as it made way for aggressive worry to take place. You stick your tongue out at him, a tired and petty act of rebellion despite your situation. 

“I dare you to take a sip. For sure it’ll be able to melt your mechanic tongue right off,” you huff in annoyance, both from the minimal hours of sleep you’d been getting and your own patience coming to an end. The man makes a tsk sound, torn between wanting to prove you wrong by humoring your suggestion or wanting to just grab an ice cube and tossing it in the bowl in malicious compliance. He doesn’t have time to decide though, because two people come into your room right as he opened his mouth to reply. 

“Prime told me to check in on you,” Omega says as he breaches the doorframe. “You’re taking too long.” he adds, crossing his arms. The older segment stares down at his maskless coworker, lips curling down in a frown. Delta scowls, readjusting himself on your bed- he was sitting to your right, his legs thrown over the side of the bed. He glances over his shoulder at the interruption, scowl now much more genuine as he glares daggers at the older segment. 

“I would have been back a long time ago if someone,” he doesn’t hide the way his eyes glance over at your sulking form, “had cooperated with me.” Still holding up the spoon he had tried to feed you previously, he lowers it into the bowl while gesturing for Omega to come closer. The latter walks over to the bed calmly while Iota saunters over to your left side, chatting up a storm about how he’s missed you and asking when you’ll be joining them back in the lab again. 

“Maybe if you knew how to speak to women,” the oldest taunts, lips curling into a small grin, the only feature visible on his masked face. You giggle as Delta bites back an insult, purposely ignoring his superior to instead try to make you get something in your system one more time. 

“Where’s Dottore?” you ask the Omega segment, turning your face away from Delta. The latter glares at you, handing over the bowl of soup to the other man. Iota suggests feeding you but is quickly dismissed by the other two, much to his dismay. 

“Busy. Although he said he would come by to test something, if I recall correctly... didn’t mention what it was, though,” the masked segment says, blowing on a spoonful of soup to cool it off. You nod, eating the spoonful when Omega presents it to you, earning a look of disbelief from Delta. “How are you feeling today?” the oldest asks, tuning out Delta’s many choice words aimed at him. You do the same, focused on eating and taking your time swallowing the food so as to not upset your already sensitive stomach. 

“Could be better,” you respond with a sigh. “I feel pain... everywhere. And I’m tired but I can’t sleep,” you add between spoonfuls. Omega nods, letting you rant as he silently listens to you while subtly observing the way your chest heaves up and down, as if your lungs were working overtime to accommodate to an elevated heart rate. 

He hums, dipping the spoon in the bowl to feed you again. You shake your head at him and put a hand up in front of your mouth, your brows creasing your forehead. The clone doesn’t push further and instead hands Iota the unfinished bowl of food, quietly asking for him to put it away. The young boy nods eagerly, happy to be of use as he scurries away. Delta follows after him to make sure he doesn’t break anything, but glances behind his shoulder to take one last look at you, worry obvious on his usually irked face. 

“How long has it been since Prime has last given your previous dose of aspirin?” he asks, leaning closer to you to push your hair out of your face. Expression scrunched up in discomfort from the sudden food intake, you make a noise of discontentment, a vague answer to his question. He frowns but doesn’t voice his displeasure aloud, instead comforting you through your nausea. Noticing pearls of sweat beading up on your hairline, Omega pulls your bed sheets away slightly, making you more comfortable. 

“Can you try swallowing for me?” he asks gently, tilting his head forward and to the side to look at your throat. It takes you a hot second but after some struggle you do as he instructed and swallow, your throat bobbing up as you do, and the segment hums in satisfaction. “Good,” he murmurs quietly, placing one hand on your shoulder to help you straighten your back. 

“Let me help you up. Hold onto my hand for me?” Omega asks, helping you slip out of bed, putting a strong arm under yours to help you stand up. You wordlessly interlock your fingers into his own and wobble slightly, knees weak and devoid of strength, but he holds you up, bending his own knees slightly to accommodate your height. The wave of nausea comes and goes, making your legs unsteady as the clone helps you walk towards the bathroom connected to your bedroom. 

Delta comes back without Iota in tow and immediately notices your discomfort. His legs work faster than his mind and he’s to your left in the blink of an eye, supporting your weight as well to help you and Omega out. The three of you reach the sink counter and as the oldest helps you sit up on it, Delta squints at his fellow clone. 

“Can one of you get my bucket,” you manage to croak out between deep breaths, head slumped forward to rest against Omega’s shoulder. While he rubs soothing circles on your back Delta quickly grabs the bucket you kept in your room, footsteps as silent as he could as to not disturb you. You murmur a quiet thank you to him, sitting up to the best of your ability as you shoot him a grateful smile. 

“Are you feeling well enough to bathe or are you still lightheaded?” Omega asks, one of his gloved hands coming up to your forehead. He feels some heat seep through the leather fabric but waits for your answer nonetheless, crimson eyes covered by his mask staring into you. You nod, leaning into the coolness of his hand. 

“Mmhyeah, jus’ help me out a bit,” you mumble sleepily, exhaustion taking over your nausea. Delta doesn't need to be told twice as he turns on the tap to fill up the bath, keeping a hand beneath it to make the sound of water splashing in the tub quieter to avoid bothering you. 

✧✧✧   

With a towel resting over your head and newfound energy flowing through your limbs, you saunter into your partner’s main lab to find him. Omega had left shortly after you finished bathing, begrudgingly telling you that he had to go back to work- but Delta stayed with you long enough to keep you company while you let your eyes rest. He gave you some painkillers- nothing like what Dottore gave you to keep the pain at bay, but it worked as a temporary solution- and you felt energized enough to leave your bedroom to get ahold of Dottore. 

Delta walked behind you, not wanting to go back to the laboratory just yet but the last thing he wanted was to leave you alone, his mind working up a multitude of scenarios in which you’d get hurt. Although he was all bark and no bite, he still cared about you immensely- more than he’d ever admit. He watches your hair drip water onto the pristine white tiles as you walk and steps on the water with his boots, smudging the liquid to wipe it away. 

“Dottore!” you exclaim happily, eyes lighting up when you finally catch sight of the familiar mop of blue hair paired with his matching tired eyes and scarred skin adorning his face. The Harbinger looks up from his work, eyes displaying a mix of surprise and something akin to irritation- a result from catching him off guard. 

“Darling,” he says softly, quietly enough that you barely catch the loving nickname slipping past his chapped lips. “Did you eat?” he asks, brushing the dirt off his hands on his slacks. You engulf his torso in a warm hug, immediately comforted by the familiar faint scent of his cologne and whatever cleaning supply he used in his lab. He returns the hug gently and Delta looks away immediately, flustered at the sight of his boss being publicly affectionate. 

You respond with a muffled mhm, refusing to pull away. “Didn’t eat much but it was something. Omega ‘n Delta helped me bathe. Took something for the pain. Now I’m here,” you summarize, face still smushed against him. He hums in approval, but concern still creases his brows as he uses one of his hands to rub up your back and the other to dry off your hair completely using the towel on your head. Delta murmurs an excuse before leaving the premises, not able to withstand the pda. 

“You shouldn’t be out of bed,” he says sternly but softly. “I’m working on something that’ll help you in the long run, it’ll do you good to allow your body to recuperate as much as it can. Have you been sleeping alright?” 

You slump against him. Of course he’d notice how tired you were even if he couldn’t see your face. 

“...No,” you mumble. He doesn’t respond, but you feel his head moving as he looks around his workspace, seemingly looking for something. He lets out a quiet aha when he does and he brings his arms down to your shoulders to push you away. 

“I have something you can take to help you sleep. You shouldn’t feel nauseous nor dizzy when you take it as well,” Dottore says, immediately talking about the possible complications before you can even open your mouth to refuse his offer. “I tested it out myself,” he adds, lips curling into a small smile when he sees your face change from a pout to bewilderment. 

“You? The great Dottore, ex-scholar of the Akademiya, willingly taking medication to make him sleep? You never get rest, and you expect me to believe you when you talk about sleeping medication?” you say with an amused scoff. Dottore raises a brow at your teasing but doesn’t comment on it, instead he chooses to brush his pointer finger’s knuckle beneath your eyes. 

“You should believe me because I never get rest, my love,” he says fondly. “And because your dark circles are so prominent, I could probably see them from the other side of the laboratory.” he adds. You huff but lean into his touch, eyes drooping from the burst of energy catching up on your body. You hear him chuckle under his breath as he shifts his body to grab the medication in question and a syringe with a sterilized needle, preparing the equipment to administer it to you. 

“If you get an adequate amount of rest, I’ll take two days off work to take care of you properly. How does that sound?” he asks lightly, flicking the syringe to let out any air bubbles out. You look away with furrowed brows and roll your eyes, but still give him your arm. 

“Now you’re just trying to bait me,” you say, looking at him from the corner of your eyes. He shrugs, not arguing with your accusation because you were technically right. When he’s done with the syringe you feel his arms wrap around you, the warmth of his body making you sigh pleasantly. 

You can’t tell what it is that makes your body grow so incredibly tired so suddenly; if it was the medication, the strain on your body or if it was because you just felt that comfortable in Dottore’s arms, but you didn’t really care. As you felt Dottore move you to one of his couches, you reach out to grab onto his sleeve to keep him nearby. 

He complies, crouching to be at your level as you crack your eyes open to look at him. You murmur a quiet love you and shut your eyes contentedly, smiling softly once you feel his lips make contact with your forehead as you hear him clearly say I love you too back. 

#୧ ‧₊˚orderup! #dottore x reader #dottore x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #dottore x fem!reader #dottore x afab reader #il dottore x you #il dottore x reader #uuauaoaoaoghghhh i love soft dottore #IM WRITING THE ASKS IN MY INBOX I SWEAR

[vrmxlho]

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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[greasyghosts]

Hiii, I saw that you're going to make a part 2 of the "when they're drunk" ? Is it possible for you to do Sigma as well in it please 🥺? Ofc, if you don't want to, thats completly fine as well. Your writing is super amazing btw, I really enjoy reading it! <3

Omg thank you anon, you're so sweet!

Ofc I'll do sigma, thank you for popping in!

❝ when they're drunk part 2 ❞

Part 1 here!

Featuring: Sigma, Fyodor, and Ango

A/n: I know so little about Sigma character, so im so sorry if it's ooc, ALL SFW BTW!! Smut reqs can be made :)

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Sigma:

He works at a casino so obviously he's gonna be around it a lot

Super responsible even so

Never drinks on job and also never really drinks enough to get drunk

But let's say this, yall we're having fun on a night out, and he accidentally drank more than what he can normally handle

Super sweet, showers you with compliments (already does when he's not drunk)

Gets super protective? Even if you guys are alone, he still needs to be by you at all times

Super embarrassed about it when he wakes up and remembers that he even got drunk in the first place

Your loving boyfriend set up a date for both of you, with him being so busy and overworked, he felt that it was time he set up a day or two where he could just focus on you.

"How is it?" Sigma asked. A sweet smile full of adoration laced his lips

Your eyes flicked up, mouth full of deliciousness. "It's good!" You muffled out

He'd chuckle lightly before taking a sip of his water.

"I missed seeing you like this, I apologize. Work has been.. absorbing, to say the least."

You'd shake your head, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips

"Don't apologize, love. I understand. " God, was he grateful to have you.

After the two of you paid and left, you'd suggest heading out to a bar and after... well, that's where we pick up.

Sigma kissed your head as soon as you made it back to your home, "Thank you, you're so pretty," tipsy words spilling from his mouth when you'd help him into your bedroom.

He was sober enough to change by himself, so you did your own thing before returning to the bedroom with Sigma sprawled on the bed

You'd shake his shoulder a bit, "Hey.. I gotta get in, too," giggling as his eyes snapped open at the sound of your voice, immediately making room for you next to him.

When you finally pulled the blanket over your body, Sigmas arms found themselves wrapping around you protectively, almost as if you'd disappear.

He'd let out a huff, "Some.. guy-.. he kept staring at you.."

When you heard this, you were certainly shocked, to say the least. Sigma was never the jealous type.. but I guess that changes when he gets tipsy

Stroking his hair as you speak, "I didn't even notice darling. You were my sole focus." You'd reassure him that you loved him and that you only had eyes for him.

At this, he finally seemed to settle down, "I love you," whispered from his lips as he closed his eyes

Falling asleep in eachothers arms, the excitement of the night finally wearing off into the night.

When he'd finally wake up, he'd rub his face in embarrassment at the fact that he was even drunk in your presence (he's so adorable ACK)

Please comfort him and tell him it's alright :)

Fyodor:

Mfs a day drinker-

There's no way he gets drunk even REMOTELY easy

Like.. if you've read part 1, you know that I said that like dazai and kunikida have very high tolerances..

But let me tell you, fyodor solos them both.

I don't even know if this man can get drunk ngl

And if he does, it's so subtle

A drunken smile and flirting is the most you're gonna get from him

It was a busy day. Running around, collecting papers, settling petty disputes.. who knows.

Seeing your boyfriend was the only thing keeping you walking at the moment, but as soon as you opened the door to his office... oof

You'd see him press the edge of his glass to his lips, bottles of wine tucked away somewhere

His eyes met yours before they trailed down your figure

"Busy day?" He asked, though he already knew, he had to make conversation of something.

You'd simply nod before slumping in a chair, "drinking a lot?" Which made Fyodor chuckle a bit before setting down his glass

"Well, I had to do something while waiting for you, myshka." Intertwining his fingers

You realized that his face has a prominent flush the closer you stepped to his desk.

Pushing his stray hairs away from his face, you'd lean in to place a kiss of his forehead

As you pulled away, Fyodor would pull you back in by the collar singlehandedly, meeting your lips to his.

He tasted of the red wine he'd been drunk off of, but to you, the taste was a different type of intoxicating. Especially when it came from him.

When you finally left the warmth of his lips, you couldn't tell if his cheeks had gotten redder or not, but the sly smile he had on his face definitely did.

All I will say is that you two definitely had some quality relaxation after that- (p.s if yall want a separate smut for him, that's a continuation of this, please ask! I'm trying to keep this little series sfw :D)

Ango:

We all know he doesn't drink often

Manages his alcohol very very well

And on top of that, with how busy he is, he can't just come to work hungover. His work is intense, and it shows

But since I'm the writer and I have omniscient control... I'll give him mercy

Aka, I'll give him a couple of days off in this segment, obviously not canon. Poor guy never gets a break

To be honest, I think he'd get rlly political when drunk- like, he will just randomly start talking about politics and work, but that's boring, so I won't write it out, but yk

(Ango fanclub wya 😭)

Today was the day Ango came home not entirely worked to the bone for once, letting you in on the fact that he got off of work for a handful of days.

At that news, you went out and grabbed a pack of beer to celebrate

Your dining room was filled with conversation and laughter. It was nice seeing Ango laid back for a change.

When you'd say something particularly funny, and he'd laughed at it with a smile... oh, it just warmed your heart

But then Ango would sigh

"You know, I'm not sure if I'll ever get a chance like this with you again." He spoke before taking a swig of his beer

Of course, you knew this already. That's why you were celebrating in the first place, because you knew how much he needed to relax and have fun.

"I know Ango, let's spend these days to the fullest.. 'kay?" Holding his hand in yours as you spoke

He'd smile at you before pushing his glasses up "Well then we should head to bed before I embarrass myself." he'd chuckle

As the two of you walked to your shared bedroom, he'd wrap an arm around your frame, holding you close to his.

The same thing happened when you and Ango got comfortable in bed, his chin rested on top of your head, sleeping soundly.

A/n: I apologize for angos being so short, and I also apologize for Nikolai not being here, I had so much trouble writing him in character that I just scrapped it.. I might just settle for an ooc ver for him and add it later. Who knows... ANWAYS PLZ LEAVE SUGGESTIONS, CHARACTERS, OR PROMPTS!! thank you for reading!!

#writers on tumblr #reqs open #writing #writing prompt #sigma bungou stray dogs #sigma x y/n #sigma x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x you #fyodor x reader #ango x reader #ango sakaguchi #plz request #bsd x y/n #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #x reader #greasyghosts

[cl00udyyanan]

HII! could i req a cyno x reader, he gets jealous or somth? 🙁 idek i just want cyno.,😭😭😭🙁🙁🙁🙁😭‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

i don't know much about cyno so pls forgive if this is ooc

sickening gaze

synopsis: tighnari has all of your attention while you help him, and cyno is feeling some type of way

warning: jealousy, slight possesion maybe, cyno being rude abt tigharni, tighnari lowkey hitting on your

characters: cyno x reader, tigharni

notes: cyno is so petty in this like hello,, i hope this came out okay i enjoyed writing this. it was either tigharni or alhathaim but, i didn't feel like keeping up with writing two pessimistic characters. tighnari kinda out of place tho im on cyno’s side

IM SORRY THIS IS BAD

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with eyes trained onto you like a hawk, the general mahamatra was shooting daggars from his irises, cursing both you and tighnari. cyno was leant against a tall tree, bark poking into his back, arms crossed and biting his lip. he was hiding behind the lush greenery wanting nothing more than to leave this damn forest and just take you home; to have you all alone with you only focused on him. tighnari was hunched over on the ground, an arm loosely splayed on your back with his other holding a small roll of bandages. whilst walking with your boyfriend, you had ran into tighnari with a little bunny who was bleeding so you had offered to help. you took the bandaids from him and rolled it around the white furred creature, he cooed at the animal softly as you did so.

"who knew you were so sweet with such creatures?" tighnari spoke as he pet the bunny, trying to get it to relax. his curious gaze came to face you. you let out a small chuckle.

"oh... you know, i had a couple bunnies growing up so i guess i know some things." you looked up to him, wide eyed, "its kinda weird how often you come across injured bunnies."

"is that so? well no wonder, you’re as cute as this one here..." his hand went from the small bunny to your chin, lifting your face towards him with a whisk of his finger.

cyno could kill him with no remorse, the way tighnari was touching you so comforting should be illegal. how could he be so okay with doing such a thing in front of him?

this was supposed to be a nice walk in the forest with just you and him, he was finally mustering the courage to hold your hand and here you were cuddle and google eyed with this dope. of course cyno didn't say anything, as you were helping a poor bunny and he didn't want to seem possessive. yet when his own friend touched you so tenderly he had an urge to pull out his pole arm and smack his fox friend on the head with it.

you patched the creature up, and tighnari held him in his arms like a small baby. he heard a grunt that he had looked up over to the white hair man sulking over by a long tree. cyno's brown cheeks were a dark shade and his red eyes were staring down at the grass. his foot grazing the ground back and forth idley. the archer turned to you, watching you dust the loose grass and sand off of your knees before he spoke,

"whats wrong with him?" he asked quietly. you looked up, head waving back and forth before you landed on your boyfriend who imitated that of a child casted away in the corner. you shrugged and tapped tigharni on the shoulder, telling him you'd be back.

cyno saw your shadow approaching him from the grass, he kept his eyes down, refusing to look you in the face. his breathing became irregular and his stomach felt like it was swirling up a concoction. you stood infront of him, a mischevious smile on you face before you lent down to get in his point of view.

"cyno?" you quipped, waving your hand in his face, he snapped his head away, pointing to the other direction. oh, so he wants to catch an attitude. "fine, i'll just spend the rest of my walk with tighnari." you whirled away, not letting his petty feelings bother you, but before your fore foot could even land to the ground, the snow haired boy grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him, "no." he said softly, his ruby eyes peering softly at yours.

he held you for a while, not saying anything. slightly embarassed, you turned back around to find your friend, seeing he got the picture and had distanced himself away, playing with the bunny. cyno grabbed your chin and pulled it to him, "why do you keeping seeking him, focus on me." you laughed at him, was he getting all this worked up over tighnari, really?

"sweetie, calm down okay? it snothing like that i swear, he's your friend don't be like that. you haven't even said hi to him this whole time."

"he doesn't deserve it." he muttured as he got from the tree with you hand in his, slightly tugging it like he’s trying to get you to start walking in the other direction. you let him take you, considering your work with tighnari was done with, though you felt bad to leave him with no parting words.

cyno had taken you deep into the forest, before he stopped suddenly. he leaned into your face, eyes pondering yours. he pulled your hand to rest on his shoulder as he wrapped his hand around your waist, bringing you in by the middle of your back, kissing your plush cheeks.

“whats wrong with you?”

“..you smell like him.” he pouted, hands prancing along your jawline, as he continued to smother you with his lips

“you’re so weird.”

“im weird? i thought i was cyno.”

you bit your lips, holding back a chuckle because that joke was not funny at all. yet you fell a victim to him when his gentle eyes looked at you so lovingly. even the worst of his jokes could get you to crack this way. he softly placed his lips on yours, taking in your sweet scent. he looked into your eyes softly, his cheeks still flushed.

“...you love me?” he muttured.

“of course i do...” nuzzling into his chest, taking in his warm scent of sand, wood and musk. strong built arms carressing your lower back, pulling you into him ever so tight, like if he let you go, you’d slip away. 

“good” he pecked your forehead, resting his chin upon the crown of your head. you relished in this sweet moment in his arms, knowing that all though he can be a bit rash, he only loves you so.

little did you know he was wide eye staring at tighnari from a mile way, the two of them swearing eachother out with only eyes alone. how sweet.

#genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin impact headcanons #genshin headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fluff #genshin scenarios #genshin x reader #cyno imagines #cynonari #cyno scenarios #cyno x reader #genshin cyno #cyno x y/n #cyno fluff #cyno x you

[tof-writings]

Can you write a short drabble about Tianlang and King both competing for the readers affections? Not necessarily a literal competition lmao, just that sort of jealous love triangle type thingy,, thank you!

Hey, choose me!!

Author Notes: King vs Tian Lang?! Let's see how this goes..(SORRY IF ITS OOC FOR TIAN..I HAVEN'T MET THEM AND IVE ONLY WATCHED THEIR VIDEO SO IM BASING HIM OFF THAT)

It was yet another normal day..a normal.. peaceful day..

"Hey, you can't just do that! That's not how to treat someone!"

..yep.. peaceful..

You hear Tian Lang say. You automatically knew who he was talking to, the brash red head named King..those two have been at each other for a while now..they've both been oddly spoiling you and trying to one up each other.

"Really? You barely can make them swoon unlike me."

You hear King say. You and the two were both having a nice time relaxing..or it was only you trying to. Before this, they were almost tripping each other coming up to you and asking to hang out with them.

You were so tired of this..this anger they had for each other was so sudden, and it started at least one week ago.

"You're so impolite! The Wanderer deserves someone who doesn't act so mean!"

"Are you trying to be the goody two shoes? You don't know what Wanderer likes."

They're at it..again. You don't know to either let it happen, or to stop them from trying to attack each other. Tian Lang was just trying to make you swoon and be a nice person, and King was fighting him away as he was also trying to make you swoon in his own way. These two were both absolutely handsome of course, it's just..which one to choose? They'll try and attack each other one day if this goes on longer, and that'll be horrible to watch. You stare at them, exhausted from their petty argument.

"Hey you!- Wanderer, how about we go somewhere else and let you get some rest *away* from this man?"

"As if they want to get away with you. Cmon, let's head somewhere fun Wanderer."

" Hey! You can't just say that!! I'm much better!!"

Oh geez..you might as well leave and they won't notice until the last second!

#xoxo.king #xoxo.tianlang #xoxo.romantic #tof #tof x reader #tower of fantasy

[tuliptyper]

HI SORRY FOR THE VAGUE REQUESTS BUT I WANNA HEAR ANY THOUGHTS U HAVE ON DOOMHEAD OR FOXY i enjoy them so badly 🙏 no pressure ofc pls take ur time mwah

YES OFC!! ANYTIME FOR U MOOT 🙏🧎

im sorry i only did doomhead bc i had more ideas for him and it looked weird to have like paragraphs abt DH and 4 sentences about foxy 😭😭 ill write a separate post about him if you want nws!!

rlly messy post, a mix of thoughts + headcanons with a LOT of projection (potentially ooc) proofread but still shitty

LONG POST!

TW for suggestive themes and angst i mean...this is doomhead we're talking about

- my backstory headcanons differ slightly from yours (please check out imeldas DH headcanons theyre great!);

- i think he came from a well-off family but was definitely abused and neglected. growing up in the time and place that he did, he had no support and was forced to take his future into his own hands. he probably ran away or estranged himself from his family as early as possible (possibly stealing a few stacks to keep him afloat)

- pre 31 he was most likely a petty criminal who got mixed up in some violence, possibly word got around and he was picked up by Father Murder (i imagine it the same way models are recruited on the street and thats funny)

- i agree that hes been in 31 since its conception, hes definitely the top dog, the most reliable and efficient Head out there. I'd like to think Father taught him a thing or two about hunting numbers down (and how to clean his messier kills) so younger/less experienced Heads definitely aim to be at least acknowledged by him

- i think doomie does many odd jobs just to pass time between 31 ; security at seedy bars, occasional plumbing/installation jobs etc. not only does it help with his small-time acting (being able to play and adapt to many roles) but it also allows him to slip into the background of the community. hes not too important but not too insignificant either

- i think the face paint and theatrics was his idea. i believe Father (and co) are just hardcore snuff/sadists and just wanted to see their victims in fear, but DH really took it upon himself to add character (and subsequently more fear) to his job! slay

- being involved with 31 and all, i think he has a few connections with organized criminals, especially considering he has to obtain fake IDs and alibis. hes grown quite friendly with a few respected mobsters and its rewarded him handsomely

- with all this said! i don't think hes some perfectly suave, totally composed Casanova, i believe hes really scared of feeling vulnerable and that makes it hard for him to form any relationships that arent superficial, simply because he doesnt know how to cope well with feeling exposed and emotional around others.

- i diagnose him with (gay) BPD and i think hes very insecure abt that fact. he was probably taught that his emotions were bad so he puts extensive effort into seeming composed and put together around people. one good thing about 31 is that its a space where his bizarre outbursts or even mania is not only accepted but embraced/rewarded so hes got that going for him i guess??

- i think, deep down, he'd really love a somewhat domestic relationship; having somebody at home to eat with, a partner he can rely on, to be cared for and care for someone else. hes a sap at heart, hes just very scared of showing it

- probably wouldn't want kids, even in an accidental knock-up, he'd slip his baby mama plenty of scratch and encourage her to find a man thatll support them. he can always be the distant but fatherly family friend but thats really it (UNLESS you're his s/o then thats a completely different story-)

- probably neurodivergent in some way, simply because i see him as incredibly observant, analytical and calculated when hes focused/interested, traits i typically see in other ND people lol

- my doomhead is definitely queer, he doesnt use labels but i see him spending time at drag shows (in the corner silently handing the queen a stack of cash LOL) at underground gay bars (and had a few fellas for company ykk😏) hes more than aware of the struggles of having no family to support you and needing to make ends meet no matter what (since hes been there himself) so he has respect for such folks

- hes SO committal, especially because he doesn't have many healthy long term relationships. hookups dont mean much to him and really just give him dopamine boosts during the lull of a lonely life (#bars). if you're his s/o, you're his life partner, he would kill and die for you 100%. even if you guys split he would probably just give up on relationships then and there (as sad as that sounds lmao)

- ik the movie is set in the 70s but in a modern setting, i think he'd listen to some quirky, creepy music. probably genres like glam rock and dark cabaret (think scissor sisters and the dresden dolls)

- on that topic!! some songs that remind me of him include

#doomhead <3 #rqs #slasher x reader #slasher community #slasher imagines #rob zombies 31 #31 #doomhead x reader

[mikanotes]

— fever, fervor

tae-moo x gn!reader | 2.5k words

genre: childhood friends/exes to -> mutual pining

warnings: swearing, fainting, blood, reader is part of a big and well known company (reader is rich lol), kissing, implied suggestive themes (at the end!!!), injuries, sickness, jealousy

synopsis: kang taemoo was not someone you wanted to meet again. not after breaking up with him in high school. so you're surprised to bump into him again years later, and to get nursed back to health by the man.

author’s note: i like him! *looks behind him* but i do like his gf’s brother and his secretary even more /hj anyways i’m only two eps in for a business proposal so!!! ooc taemoo probably im trying my best thank u

You blew out air with puffed cheeks repeatedly as you jogged (limped) your way down the hotel. You had to meet someone at the restaurant there and you had to get there fast— Being almost a minute late (a minute early) to the appointed time.

You were supposed to meet the soon-to-be CEO of a company your company had a lot of ties with. And as the heir of your family’s company, you had duties. Such as meeting with people like these to make sure things would remain calm and safe and rich even when the previous boss would step down. You couldn’t risk losing profits due to a simple change in CEOs. Or so your parents said.

You really didn’t care. But punctuality was crucial and you were lacking it right now, really badly. You could blame the traffic on your way to the hotel, or your terribly painful, pounding headache from drinking too much with your best friend the day before or the injury you had got on your ankle while running down the stairs of your workplace a few days ago but it would just be embarrassing. No excuses, just be on time— That’s what you grew up with.

So you ran up the stairs to the restaurant, ankle slightly tilting every now and then in your fancy, so-clear-and-washed-that-they-could-serve-as-a-mirror dress shoes. You were careful, really. You didn’t want to risk worsening your injury or getting a new one, so of course you were careful!

So it was not your fault that some man and yourself bumped into eachother at the end of the stairs, almost making you fall backwards had it not been for his quick reflex to grab your wrist. Yet after pulling you back with a bit too much force and causing you to stumble forward and straight into a pillar due to his reflex to move away, he looked at you like you were the one at fault.

Your head pounded harder, now. Your nose was aching from the hit into the wall and your headache worsened. You felt like everything was spinning and your legs felt weak. You furrowed your eyebrows at the man who looked at you with what seemed like annoyance and huffed.

“Kang Taemoo?” you breathed out, brows furrowed in confusion, “Of all people?”

“That’s not what an apology sounds like.” he said.

Yup. Kang Taemoo for sure. With that attitude, it could only be him. Just the same as ten years ago.

“You made me drop my book.” he said, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. You huffed a bit, having been running to your class, a little bit late.

“And you walked straight into me because you weren’t looking.” you retorted, scoffing, “Sorry.”

He held up the opened book with one hand. “The pages are creased. You owe me 10,000 won.”

Kang Taemoo was none other than your ex from high school. You broke off because you were both too busy, and with both your characters, ended up on a slightly petty note. You didn't hate each other, but that didn't hold back the sarcastic, annoyed remarks you'd send to each other each time your families' companies held meetings together. Much to their dismay.

You knew your families would've preferred if you got married, even.

You breathed out through your nose and took a deep breath, before nodding a bit hazily. “An apology, of course. I should be surprised you’re not asking me for thanks, but I’m not. I have no reason to…” your breaths grew heavy at each word that left your mouth, and the world darkened each time you took a second too long to blink it away. You huffed out air through puffed cheeks before swallowing thickly, “… Apologize… To you…”

You felt arms catch you before you felt yourself faint.

Now, of course you felt how dizzy everything was, how lightheaded you felt, how darkened your vision grew, how weak your limbs felt. But the panic couldn’t fully settle in when someone caught you before you could even touch the ground.

You blinked hazily. Then you furrowed your eyebrows. “Taemoo, why...”

He pursed his lips into a thin line and you seriously started to wonder what you had done to make him seem like you owed him an apology of sorts. Then your hand came up to your face, the back of it moving to cover your eyes from the blinding lights of the restaurant, when your thumb touched something wet on your upper lip.

You pulled you hand back and suddenly felt very conscious, jumping up from Taemoo’s hold and onto your knees. “Blood. Did I get a nosebleed?” you scoffed to yourself, but then regretted moving so fast, head lolling backwards a bit before you caught yourself on the nearest wall.

Behind you, Taemoo got up and dusted off in his clothes, before pulling at a part of his pristine white shirt and scowling. “Indeed. You owe me 80,000 won.”

You turned around, eyes half-lidded and expression astounded. “Excuse me?”

Only then did you catch sight of the red, unmistakable drop of blood on the man’s shirt. It seemed like he was avoiding contact with your face and his shirt, even. Did he dislike blood that much? You scoffed, a lazy smile on your lips. “I’ll get it washed. I’m not buying you a new shirt.”

He crossed his arms, expression displeased as he walked towards you. You could only look up at him, a bit helpless and still extremely dizzy. And with blood on your face. You blinked slowly, and then looked behind him. Your eyes widened and you pulled Taemoo closer by his legs.

"W-What are you doing?" he exclaimed, trying to step back. He looked over his shoulder and sighed in despair. "I don't know who or what you're trying to hide from, but people are going to get the... wrong idea if you stay like this— Just, get up."

You peeked behind him, watching the man you were supposed to meet walk over to the table you were supposed to be sitting at right now. You hissed and grimaced in annoyance, before leaning your forehead on Taemoo's knee and banging it on his knee. "Argh, seriously. Of all times... Of all times, he just... Oh, fuck."

You suddenly scrambled to get up, finally registering what he had just told you and profusely bowing your head. "Sorry. Sorry, seriously. Didn't think about that."

He sighed, waving in dismissal. "Let's go get a room."

"What?!" you yelled, before clearing your throat and lowering your voice, "What?"

Huh? What was he suggesting? This couldn't possibly be what you thought.

It was, in fact, not what you thought.

You sat on the counter of the hotel bedroom's bathroom as Taemoo carefully dabbed and rubbed on the blood on your face, seemingly very focused on his task. You, on the other hand, couldn't get your focus off how close his face would get every time he cleaned the blood off. He nodded to himself after a little while. "The blood from your nosebleed is gone, and I bandaged the area that looked injured on your face. Are you hurt anywhere else?"

You shook your head no, gently because either way you'd feel dizzy again. "No."

"Good."

He held his hand out for you and you instinctively took it, stepping down from the counter and trying not to put pressure on your injured ankle.

Again, why was he so much like when you were younger?

“You really couldn’t look up from your phone for a second?” he sighed, dabbing the disinfectant-filled cotton on your wounds. You winced and he shot you a glare, “Now you only have yourself to blame for running straight into that pole.”

“This isn’t nice.” you complained, sighing, “Stop being so mean, Taemoo.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he raised his eyebrows, eyes still trained on a cut on your cheekbone, “You’re getting rightfully scolded. Deal with it.”

You jutted out your bottom lip and Taemoo glanced down at it, before doing a double take and sighing. He put his hands on his hips and took a step back, looking at you with a look of disbelief, scoffing and shaking his head in disapproval. "You even got your lip injured. I can't believe this."

You touched it and winced, seeing the blood on the pad of your finger. The boy walked back closer to you and went to disinfect it, but you moved back, shaking your head no. He quirked an eyebrow.

"What? Scared of a little sting on your lip?"

"No." you scoffed, "Shut up."

He looked at you weirdly. Or well, not weirdly. But more so... Differently. You'd never seen him look at you, or anyone else, really, that way. You couldn't decipher what that look meant.

He put both his hands on the table of the storage room you two were currently in (after you insisting that if the nurse took care of you she'd scold you tons and it would be annoying, and instead going to the storage room and taking the spare first-aid-kit that was there, hidden by Taemoo himself after you got injured one too many times and refused to go see the nurse that you claimed was "just mean", so he could take care of you instead) and leaned forward. You couldn't exactly back away more than you already had, and you weren't sure if you wanted to. With his face this close to yours, you weren't sure if you didn't want to close the distance instead.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Then prove it."

"Just--" you scoffed, looking away. He was really making it hard. "Shut up."

"Make me."

You looked him in the eye, and he smirked. Oh, now that was it.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips against his, eyes shut tightly and fingers grasping at the table in fear of his reaction. But he kissed you back, tilting his head and smiling when you winced at the contact against your wound. He pulled back. "So I was right."

You scoffed. This bastard. He held out his hand for you to take and you did, stepping off the table.

Why did Kang Taemoo have to act the same way he used to? You exhaled and tried to focus as he walked you back to the room, before sitting you down on the bed. You hated how caring he was-- Taking care of your injuries, making sure you didn't get hurt any further. It reminded you too much of the times you were still together. It was infuriating.

"You okay?" he asked in the same monotonous voice he always used. You nodded and he heaved a sigh, "Don't think I'm doing this for you. I'm hiding, too."

"Hiding?" you repeated incredulously, "From?"

"Tell me first. Why were you hiding from that man? Were you on a date?"

You scoffed. "That doesn't concern you. We're not dating." anymore, you thought, "What about you?"

Taemoo crossed his arms and looked down, nodding a bit, before looking back up at you. "I was going on a blind date tonight." he said honestly. You didn't like the pang of jealousy you felt in your chest because you two weren't together anymore, and if you hadn't seen him right then, you would've probably spent more years not seeing each other and it would've been fine. But of course, he had to bump into your life again. And the problem with Kang Taemoo was that despite all your efforts, often successful, at dating other people after your break-up, he could always manage to ruin everything. He came back, with that irritating, cold, handsome face and character of his, and ruined everything.

"Then go. Why are you hiding?"

"I don't look presentable."

You looked up, and looked him up and down, before scoffing. "That's one drop of blood, Taemoo. Seriously. It's fine."

"And also, I had to take care of something important, and I'm sure whoever that girl I was supposed to meet is wouldn't have liked to see it on our very first date." he added on, walking closer to the edge of the bed, "There. I was honest. Now tell me; were you on a date?"

You looked away, tilting your head. "Depends. Would it get a rise out of you if I said yes? Or is there no point in lying about it?"

He scoffed, laughing in disbelief, before swiping his tongue over his lower lip.

"Why do you want to make me angry? You really haven't changed." he stated, smiling. You chuckled a bit.

"I could say the same."

His knee dropped on the mattress, right next to your legs, and he looked down at you. He still had his hands in his pockets, as casual as ever. You gulped a little and he smiled furthermore.

"Why?"

"You just." you stopped, looking away momentarily and shaking your head, before looking back at him, who was getting closer. "Still are arrogant. Hold on, my head, uh, is spinning."

"Lay down."

"What?"

He nodded towards the mattress. "You're on a bed. Lay down."

You froze, blinking at him. He sighed after a few seconds and gently pushed your shoulder so your back hit the mattress. He hovered over you and your eyes widened, but he only put his hand on your forehead. "Relax." he said, catching you off guard, "You look a second away from hyper-ventilating. I'm just checking your temperature. You didn't look too well even when you were walking up those stairs."

"And you care?"

He compared the temperature to the one on his own forehead. "Why wouldn't I?" he asked, face unchanging. You stared at him as a slight crease formed between his eyebrows, and he compared your temperatures again. He had such a pretty face. You hated it. You couldn't stand him.

"I can't stand you." you said without thinking, and you knew your tone betrayed your words, sounding way too dazed and gentle. You could blame it on the dizzinness.

"Good thing you're laying down, then." he concluded, pushing himself back up. Your hand grabbed his shirt before you could really think about it and he stopped, arm stretched and palm pressed right next to you. He raised his eyebrows. "What is it?"

You swiped your thumb over your lip and held back a wince, before showing the blood to him.

"I don't mind a little sting on my lip." you said. He chuckled quietly, looking at it then at you.

"So? Want me to disinfect it?"

"Kiss me, Taemoo."

Maybe you wouldn't have been bold enough to declare what you really felt if you weren't running a slight fever. But as it happened, this fever proved to be good. Because Taemoo kissed you, just as you asked, pressing his lips against yours softly and sweetly. And longer than the first time you shared a kiss.

And maybe your temperature was high, but you were certain it was the air around that was just hot when you sat up to unbutton his shirt and he pulled your jacket off your shoulders.

Your prior engagements and his date were long forgotten, needless to say.

#taemoo x reader #kang taemoo x reader #tae moo x reader #kang tae moo x reader #a business proposal x reader #x reader

[dull-bun]

Them with an S/O who’s emotionally sensitive

Bakugou, Izuku and shoto with an S/O who’s really emotionally sensitive WARNINGS/TW: Crying, trauma?, guilt trip probs AHSJWERNJFK, unhealthy relationship with gaurdians/parents/family, just kinda angst ig, bad writing, OOC characters Gender neutral *SIGHS* guys, never feel guilty for being sad okay? Sure, some people may have it worse than you but that should NEVER make you invalidate what you’re feeling, EVER. You’re human, you’re allowed to have feelings. Anyway

💥BAKUGOU KATSUKI💥

You didn’t have a great family lets get that out of the way mk ay

They never made you feel like your emotions were valid

They always called you a crybaby

You wish you weren’t so sensitive

Bakugou found out you were very sensitive the hard way

You know Katsuki, you’ve known him since you were little

His words always hurt you a little inside, more so now that you were older

But one day you just couldn’t handle it

He insulted you, as he does everyone, but you couldn’t get the self deprecating thoughts out of your head

He didn’t mean it :( “Idiot! You got it wrong again!” He yelled at you. You and Bakugou were studying together for math. Don’t get me wrong, you were doing fine in math, you just wanted to study extra.  You nodded solemnly, casting your head down. “I know.. I’m sorry, Bakugou.” You said quietly. You were ashamed, why couldn’t you get this in your head? You just wanted to leave. You wanted to go into your room and never come out ever again. “I-I gotta go” You said quickly out of panic, quickly grabbing your things and leaving Katsuki’s dorm, muttering a small and shaky ‘Sorry bakugou’ before closing the door.

Bakugou didn’t know why you left so suddenly

Poor boy was worried 🥺

He then noticed more and more how you reacted to his usual, ‘playful’, insults

You always seemed to agree

Always saying something like ‘I know’ or ‘haha, yeah’

He eventually stopped insulting you as much as he did others

When you confessed, he apologized (grumbling as he did so) about the insults

then you two got together 🥺

Of course, he still calls you ‘idiot’ here and there, but he always says ‘MY idiot’ atfer

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 *SOBS*

💚MIDORIYA IZUKU🌿

Deku himself is a sensitive person

He was used to Bakugou’s petty insults at this point

Sometimes they got to him but that was rare

You and Izuku knew each other from middle school

He knew you were a sensitive person, even more so than him

He knew how your family treated you, so he, along with you, was glad that the dorms were introduced

Everything was going fine, yknow?

So he was surprised when one day, he found you crying outside, behind a tree :(

You were holding your phone, a chat room displayed on it “(Y-Y/n)! What’s wrong?” He asked urgently, sitting down next to you and hugging you gently. You shook your head softly and hid your face in your hands. You just handed him your phone while not saying anything. At first he was confused, then you whispered to him that he should look through the messages. He looked through the messages and finally pieced together what happened.

You had a fight with an online friend

It was over them acting differently, making insensitive jokes

You hated fighting with friends

It made you feel icky, made you feel like a bad friend

Deku ended up walking with you back to the dorms

You guys had a small conversation, him mostly comforting you

He let you cry into his chest, frowning softly but whispering comforting things to you

You ended up falling asleep

He kissed your forehead🥺🥺🥺

🔥TODOROKI SHOTO🧊

Just noticed I should switch the emojis around but shhhh

ANYWAY

Todoroki was pretty observant, but he was a little dumb IM SORRY WEBFEJ

He noticed how Katsuki never insulted you as much as the others, never really calling you names

He found it a little odd but never mentioned it

Once you two started dating, he did start paying more attention to you and the things you did

You were always acting strong in a way, smiling to everyone

Since you always smiled you must always be happy right?

u m no shoto

ANYWAY

You guys were just chilling in his dorm room, doing homework

You had music playing softly, it was a little melancholy if he was being honest

It was nice nontheless

But he started hearing small sniffles

His back was turned to you When Todoroki started hearing quiet, muffled sniffles he quickly turned to face you. Your hand was covering your mouth, your eyes looking down at your laptop screen. Todoroki quickly got up from where he was sitting and sat down next to you. “Hey hey.. What’s wrong?” He asked quietly, looking at you with worry in his eyes. You bit your lip and explained shakily what was happening

Apparently the song made you feel sad

And it reminded you of a dear friend you hadn’t spoken to in years

You said you missed them, you just wanted to talk one more time

Shoto softly shut your laptop to stop the music and hugged you, bringing your head to his chest and laying down

You eventually stopped crying, just listening to Todoroki’s steady breaths

You two decided that studying could wait

So you just layed there, in his arms, his chin on your head, rubbing small circles into your back

aaand there we gO THIS WAS SHORT I- ANYWAYS Sorry for the OOC characters, and as always, I hope you enjoyed!

#BNHA x male reader #BNHA x reader #BNHA x female reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #MHA x reader #MHA x male reader #MHA x gender neutral reader #MHA x female reader #BNHA #MHA #Angst #Todoroki x reader #Todoroki x male reader #todoroki x fem!reader #Bakugou x reader #Bakugou x male reader #bakugou x fem!reader #vent fic #Izuku x reader #Izuku x male reader #izuku x female reader #x reader #*sigh* #ANOTHER VENT FIC #WOWWWWWWWWWWW #VGHFREWJ #this was so short :/ #Im sorry #OOC characters #Bad writing

[companionship]

okay one big post to get the finale out of my system! it's been lovely reading all of your analyses and reactions, and looking at all your amazing gifs and edits :')

fair warning: this is going to be so stinking long omfg

the things i enjoyed:

vincenzo remaining an anti-hero through and through, especially the fact that he didn't hold back at all when it came to myunghee and hanseok's death. he gave them a taste of their own medicine and then some forreal, their deaths were brutal but oddly satisfying, and i'm saying this as someone who usually hates violence/gore. throughout the show, they've always hinted at what he was Truly Capable Of and boy did we get to see it

vincenzo fumbling in hanseok's house and not being his usual self – a lot of people thought it was ooc, which i understand! i felt like that was the Point, to show that for once, he's not the invincible mafia consigliere that everyone thinks he is. what he did to the man who killed his mother and the army of security guards was a reaction, but this is the first time he's flustered, caught at a disadvantage, and faced with the very real possibility that he might lose somebody incredibly important to him. idk it made him more human to me

vincenzo literally not hesitating for even 0.1 seconds to fold his entire body around hers when he thought hanseok was going to shoot again – yeah that whole bit made my heart clench i feel like a crazy person i won't get over it

the chayenzo hospital scene... my god it was so tender my heart broke. the laugh they both shared, out of sheer relief that she's okay. the little joke about paying for the private room. the way not much was being said, but everything was being said at once. the way they looked at each other, as if it wouldnt ever be enough :( the quiet acceptance that this is their last night together, and that he's going to have to kill a bunch of people after this, but for now they have this. for however brief.

chayoung being chayoung – her big ass personality at the courtroom at the end after winning ms oh's case. her hopping around in those heels, looking elegant and sleek, mocking the hell out of rich conglomorates. she's in her element again and it made me so, so happy to see. i absolutely adore her, she's everything really. after all that loss and the whole ordeal, i'm glad she's able to return to what she does best: putting capitalists back in their place

mr lee being Very Much Not Dead – idk how i wouldve been able to handle it after witnessing hanseo's death like im glad he got the chance to be a dad

the kiss – my god....

the things i didn't like:

hanseo's death – lmao is it even a surprise... say what you will about his death being foreshadowed, but i really just hated hated it. i hate that hanseok won this one. i hate that hanseo worked so hard to redeem himself, only to lose it all. i hate that he was given a taste of what a real family was like, and then having it taken away so cruelly. even though i said above that i didn't mind that vincenzo was ooc at the mansion, i was still screaming at the screen because there were plenty of opportunities for the situation to be reversed. i don't necessarily blame vincenzo for hanseo's death, but i do wish that they had a funeral scene for him. i wish they acknowledged his sacrifice, and how pivotal he was in turning the tables. if not for hanseo, vincenzo really couldn't have pulled any of this off, from the interpol tipoff to the tracking device in the watch. idc idc hanseo is in malta rn, enjoying the sun and the beach, going to therapy, and teaching the local kids how to play hockey even though there's no ice :(

chayoung being bedridden the whole finale – like... NAH lmao this aint it chief... if things went my way, she wouldve gotten out of the hospital depite her injury and dealt with myunghee before handing her off to vincenzo. i loved their animosity for each other, and i wanted chayoung to be the one at myunghee's apartment waiting for her, rubbing it into her face. i wanted chayoung to verbally finish myunghee with that sharp ass tongue of hers and really dump a load of salt on her wounds. then vincenzo could do whatever the hell he wanted. you could argue that the show is called Vincenzo but i really dont care lmao it started with chayoung avenging her dad and she should've been able to strike the final blow. also what was her big second party? are we really just going to ignore her capacity for evil? after all that moral work done, after that time she spent coming to terms with using evil to combat evil, we're just going to... keep her bedridden? park jaebum u will pay for this

vincenzo losing his family – besides hanseo's death, i think this was what i hated the most from the ending. the start of the show showed us vincenzo's departure from the mafia with the very clear intention of Not Returning. the capo died, his loyalties lie with no one, paolo can suck it. throughout the show, we see him repeat over and over that he wants to get the gold and skip off to malta to enjoy a peaceful life there, while reflecting/repenting for the things he's done. vincenzo was gearing up for a lifetime of solitude. the whole point of the show was for him to find a real family and have a real chance at happiness. park jaebum really said FUCK THAT! we're gonna have him ditch the family that he built from scratch with the love of his life and then make him return to the family that tried to kill him AND make him the capo... pjb said we're gonna separate vincenzo from the family that accepts his past and sees it as a strength and not a weakness. the family that was formed out of solidarity, the family that he fought for and fought alongside with blood, sweat and tears. not to mention the goddaughter of his? sorry i would laugh if it didn't actually rile me up so bad

vincenzo not being able to come back to korea – i've said this in another post of mine, but given that he is The Vincenzo Cassano with all those resources at his disposal (guillotine file, mr ahn/mr cho/the chief etc.), the fact that he isnt even able to stay in korea for 30 fuckin minutes after finishing hanseok was ridiculous. the whole police chase was dumb as hell considering that the show has managed to stop politicians and mf presidential candidates from going after him like ? huh LMAO park jaebum had an on-demand pigeon army in this show and Yet he can't stop like 10 suddenly-righteous policemen. another big ass HUH

chayenzo (here we go...):

NOPE! i've reflected on the ending and decided that i'm going to be petty and salty for a while more before coming to terms with it

i can rationalise and try to be positive and tell myself that their love is enduring can transcend space and time and that in due time, they will find their way back to each other, and i have no doubt that they will because they're one soul in two bodies. it's quite literally canon that they're soulmates.

but let me wallow for a second

here we have two people who have done questionable and terrible things in their past coming together, growing together, grieving together, fighting together... you get the gist of it. you have two people who have found a home in each other. two people who, for all intents and purposes, were about to live in a whole lot of bitterness and solitude if not for each other and the life they built together (chayoung didn't have friends like that, and her family is gone too). to separate them like that at the very end is cruel. i know chayoung and vincenzo are mature and incredible and will be able to function without the other next to them. i know that they will still excel as lawyers and will defeat evil with their underhand methods the way they do so well but my god are they going to feel the absence and miss each other

my point is that they shouldn't have to. from what i could tell, they can't even communicate on a regular basis bc he'll be tracked and whatnot, hence the postcards. a postcard every month is a poor substitute for all those nights they stayed up drinking makgeolli and celebrating their wins. its a shitty replacement for coffee dates and fist bumps and all the moments in between. after everything they've been through, after literally fighting to death for their family, they don't deserve this. they don't deserve to meet up once a year for a couple of hours. they don't deserve pockets of time in malta or korea, their life in a perpetual countdown to when they're going to see each other next

they both deserve love and some semblance of peace (finally finally). they both deserve to have someone to come home to after a hard day of work, because doing what they do cannot be easy. they both deserve a family, deserve to have someone next to them that accepts their past and would embrace their future. they both deserve a hand to hold and a shoulder to lean on. i know they will still be It for each other despite the distance, i just wish the distance didn't even exist in the first place bc its stupid and cruel and their love shouldnt have to be proven or tested with time and space. let them stay together. let them grow together. let them be.

side note: song joongki and jeon yeobeen need another project together idc take it up with god

tl;dr: park jaebum u will be paying for my therapy bills

#vincenzo #tvn vincenzo #this was cathartic #if u made it to the end here's ur kiss #this is more for archival purposes than anything #also this is what happens when my best friends arent caught up yet and i have no outlet

[konaizumi]

Gen Y ep 11 thoughts/reaction

- yeees, make thanuwayu canon!

- i literally just want wayu to be happy

- one of my favorite things about this show is how mature the characters feel, like a majority of the conflicts are caused by the characters being confused or unsure of their feelings and trying to take time to work through them and this unintentionally hurts other characters, but this feels more genuine than a bunch of drama created by stupid misunderstandings and characters being petty, and yes, communication would help a lot of these problems, but it never feels like the writers are just adding things in for no other reason than ‘drama’

- anyways, back to thanuwayu and that beautiful hug and wayu’s precious smile

- that brief flash of thanu’s smile, looking so genuinely happy to have wayu in his arms

- poor phai tho, I don’t want any of my babies getting hurt

- anybody else freak out for a second when he took off his shirt in the mirror and worry that he had gotten the tattoo then were immediately relieved when his back was still bare? just me?

- i tend to prefer college shows rather than high school ones, but my favorite thing about high school thai bls is how accurately they portray high school boys, just boys goofing off, showing their sexy hips

- pls poktong just kiss and make up already, i liked you a lot better when your genre was fluff

- watching pok being all flirty and douchy just seems out of character

- 15 min in and still no markkit

- i’m glad the whole blackmailing plot has now been fully explained, but seeing sandee suddenly smirking and being an asshole is giving me the same feelings as when poktong got weirdly aggressive last ep (by feelings i mean confusion and dislike)

- i wanted phai to end up with sandee bc sandee was so cute and sweet but i don’t know if i want that anymore

- also i forgive tong a little bit for what he did (getting pok beat up not switching the test scores) knowing that he had good(ish) intentions, he still fucked up tho and did a bad thing

- i’m calling it now, either next ep or next season, right when poktong is finally making progress, pok will find out about the switched scores and bam, drama

- pls poktong just kiss and make up already

- i know this scene is supposed to be romantic and all but i can’t stop cringing at the placement of the kisses, like next to the mouth but not quite the cheek? the chin??

- back to my preferred high school babies

- i can’t stop laughing at how they all got the coming of age parted bangs hairstyle to symbolize that they’re in college now

- all the high school babies look good except for pok who now has too much forehead, not that his style before was great but it was better

- thanu is such boyfriend material

- that phaiwayu hug hurts my soul, wayu looks so happy, i just want them both to be happy and not get hurt

- Finally!! 25 min in and finally we get markkit

- i want more of this thanu, thanu with a smile and joking around with his friends

- I really want jiw’s butterfly shirt

- jack and jew kidknapping mark like that was prob my favorite moment of the whole episode, that gif is now my header

- alright, padbok is back, still waiting for their story, but i kinda hope their resolution waits till season 2 bc i want character development for padbok and there’s already so much that needs to happen next ep that i think his story would only be rushed and somewhat glossed over

- i know some people hate padbok, and i also find him annoying, but ever since they dropped the idea of padbok x sab in an earlier ep, all i want is padbok redemption ark

- i guess thanu is somehow going to feature in the poktong story

- i absolutely love sab and klui, they are my favorites of the high school babies

- i guess i can’t call them high school babies anymore

- jackkoh, just admit your feelings for each other already

- aww, markkitwayu choosing custody over the babies, mark wants to be a good senior so badly

- soon as kit said they hadn’t picked a medicine beau, i was like, it’s going to be tong, and i was right, it’s ittpai all over again, but whether it’s better or worse remains to be seen

- kit really does attract the beau’s doesn’t he

- don’t worry mark, you’re much prettier than pok

- pls give me more kitwayu bonding and helping each other heal from pha

- damn kit, you were so close to getting phai to spill

- yes phai, make kit move in with mark

- i absolutely need to know what kit’s test is for phai’s suitors

- i would just like to admire dun’s ability to look so completely lovestruck, like his gaze is just so full of love and it’s so sweet

- that kiss was so cute, i’m sorry i ever doubted you thanuwayu

- that’s pha’s car isn’t it? he’s watching them? I thought he would come back this ep and cause some drama, but he didn’t so he has to come back next ep right?

- i like that they’ve softened poktong bc i like them much better as friends to lovers rather than enemies to lovers

- honestly, their story has a lot of potential but something about it is just really not working well for me and i think its the weird aggression bc they don’t annoy me when their being sweet and smiling. I think if pok had more of a bad boy vibe originally it would’ve been better bc the aggression wouldn’t seem so ooc and the conflict would feel a bit more natural

- their story also has a ton of parallels to ittpai (my gear your gown), so im interested how it’s going to go bc i did like ittpai despite the narrative issues of that show

- poktong: *doing whatever tf they’re doing*

  mark: tf did i just step in

- i really appreciate thanu just saying straight out that he has feelings for wayu, i know he struggled with it, but i like him coming to this point that’s like yes, he feels an attraction to phai, he feels drawn to him and he’s seen their poential future, but right now he has actual, solid feelings for wayu built up from their interactions over months

- what he has with phai isn’t real--it could be real, if he went down that path and choose to get closer to phai, but right now his feelings for wayu are real, so that’s what he’s choosing

- him saying they should never meet again was a little tho, spare my poor baby phai at least a little bit

- i get a dose of serotonin every time i see kit wearing mark’s gear

- the markkit is lacking this ep but they are trying to make up for it with all this good good thanuwayu content

- i’m torn between wanting and not wanting thanu to tell wayu about phai bc it will hurt wayu if he does but it’s gonna hurt more later on when wayu finds out on his own

- I can’t tell if wayu has a suspicion about phai, like he def senses there’s another person but I can’t tell if he knows it’s phai

- okay but thanuwayu are so cute and sweet together

- pls let my babies kiss, i couldn’t appreciate their first kiss bc i didn’t ship them then and wayu thought it was pha so pls let them have a do over

- you know what, i like thanuwayu having visions like thanuphai. I can’t quite tell if that was the writers’ intention, but i hope it is bc that would imply that thanuphai aren’t actually soulmates and that what they see is just a potential future, like they could be happy together, but there are also other people who they can be happy with

- i’m not super crazy about this whole ‘let’s rewrite my memories of pha with memories of you’ bc that doesn’t seem like the healthiest way to move on from pha or to start a new relationship but whatever makes wayu happy i guess

- however i do like how it ties into the whole ‘no predetermined fate’ thing and shows how life is shaped by choices and chance

- pls let my babies kiss tho

- hey so i am not liking this preview of the next ep

- anyways, so i’m liking how their handling the thanuwayuphai thing so far, but it is going to be bad next ep as im assuming the envelope that has phai’s picture is probably phai returning the picture to cut ties but obvi wayu is going to find out about their relationship

- still not sure how i feel about poktong, its better than last ep which i did not like and def shows more potential, but i think we’re gonna have to wait and see, don’t like the direction they’re taking with sandee tho

- also whoops, this got really long but i have a lot of feelings about this show

- fingers crossed for actual markkit content next ep

#gen y #gen y the series #gen y ep 11 #gen y spoliers #gen y ep 11 spoilers #konaizumi reactions

[cherrymagik]

on the commission

I was going to talk about it in an older post but then i realized there was just too much I wanted to talk about so here’s my thoughts

Again, SPOILERS + DISCLAIMER, CW for blood/gore and death mentions

I know the tv show is an adaptation of the comics and it should not be a word for word copy of the original comics, but basically changing the WHOLE world is something that is kinda hard to overlook. And one of the main things that was changed in the show was the commission (which is actually called the TEMPS AETRRNALIS in the comic but I am just nitpicking here idrc). As I talked about in another post, the umbrella academy show has a tendency to remove all fantastical or otherworldly aspects from the comics and replaces them with more average stuff. They decided to keep the commission tho (since it would have definitely been too hard to replace) but in doing so they transformed it into something completely different

The Handler: she is a tv show exclusive character. Never appears in the comics and no, she did not recruit Five (he was captured while he was time traveling and also for the record Five had some good times in the apocalypse) I also want to take time to point out the antisemitic traits in her character and how harmful this is (especially since she had ZERO business existing in the first place but whatever 🙄) and i am going to be VERY petty here but UGH EVERYTIME I HEARD HER SPEAK SPANISH I WAS LIKE 🤬🤬🤬 THATS NOT EVEN A REAL SAYING YOU FUKCING IDIOT JUST STOP IT!!! I SWEAR IF I HAVE TO HEAR YOUR TERRIBLE SPANISH AGAIN I WILL [REDACTED]

Carmichael/AJ: Yeah he’s the goldfish guy... im gonna be honest I did NOT like him in the show he felt too out of place and his including was too forced. In the comics you don’t really question it (there are weirder stuff than a talking goldfishh) but tuatv world is so blerg seeing Carmichael there is off putting. He doesn’t belong there and frankly his cameos was more of a "pleasing the comic fans" strategy imo (same way with the Hargreeves being an alien revelation it was more a "look!!! We read the comics too!!! We know he was an alien!!!" but at this point it felt too out of place and forced and made no sense in the plot). Also also:

See one of the main themes in tua is personal identity/humanity and it’s somethings all of the siblings struggle with throughout all three volumes, but Five's specifically is lineked directly with the commission -> they performed a surgery where they inserted the dna of the most notorious killers into him. This page in particular illustrates my point perfectly "you cut out my humanitywith a scalpel" is such a raw line and by reducing the commission to just "the bad guys" in the show takes away so much depth from Five's character. *i would like to point out the commission had nothing to do with apocalypse suite they only wanted to retrieve a rouge agent and save the world (even tho they had to kill JFK to do so). Five is an assassin, the line between human and animal is blurry (*insert parallels o Diego and Luther here*) and he’s been living for some 50+ years COMPLETELY ALONE... like that would make anyone go at least a little bit crazy. (and the whole "im sorry i gave you such a hard time as a kid" speech is BULLSHIT AND COMPLETELY OOC Five has been a little bitch his whole life

*click images to view*

DON'T try to tell me THIS MAN would ever apologize to Hargreeves, especially because he had no reason to apologize)

Hazel and Cha Cha: ok this ones are a little bit sensite and more complicated because I get why they would tone down their characters; they can be disturbing and that wouldn’t sit well with most viewers, BUT at the same time why change them completely? I loved them in the comics, they were, in their own crazy way, funny (read Hazel and Cha Cha dave Christmas and you’ll get what I mean)

Exhibit a we see Cha Cha absolutely down with becoming a scout girl just so he can get cookies:

Exhibit b: they were just these crazy assassins, absolute chaos, probably shared a single brain cell. They seriously thought the best way to kill Five was to end the world? Come on they are absolutely nuts

But the show didn’t even make them at least a little bit crazy... they didn’t even have them wear the masks :( why? And Hazel’s plot w/ agnes? Idk seemed a bit weird to me bc they try to show you he’s "good"? but at the same time he has no real problem killing/torturing other people??? To me including them in s1 was just bad writing, the writers tried to cram too much of the comics into s1 and then were left with very little to work with in s2

I like the fact that we do get to see more of the commission in the tv show compared to the comics, but just like with most aspects of the world it’s watered down, it’s too normal ig

Look at these panels from the Hazel and Cha Cha spin-off:

Look at the agents in panel 2! I mean, there’s a skull! Is that a robot?! What’s tat thing in the mask in the background?

Now look at this panel from Dallas:

They’re fighting robots! Look at how much more interesting the design for the agents are!!! There’s no uniforms, they’re (most likely) not all humanIt’s so much more interesting and weird! And in such a normal world they have in the comics the commission doesn’t sit well, and it feels so boring after reading the comics. In Number Five's own words:

this is what the commission is supposed to be, but in the tv show they’re just this bland agency that’s only there to create conflict and keep the plot going

#ua comics #dallas #the umbrella academy #number five #the commission

[deowritessometimes]

Cold Hands and Warm Kisses

Summary: Steve, Sam and Nat play a little bit of match making when Bucky and Reader get into an argument.

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

Pairing: Pre-established Bucky Barnes X Male Reader

Warning: Petty Arguments, OOC moments

Characters: James Barnes (Bucky), Reader, Steve Rogers (Captain America), Sam Wilson (Falcon), Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)

Extra(s): 

It was 2 o’clock in the morning at the Avenger’s compound. Obviously, for the most part, the people inside the building would be asleep. Almost everyone in fact. The only ones who were awake were those who were scheming at this hour of the night.

 “F.R.I.D.A.Y., can you show me some live footage from Bucky’s room?” Steve requested from the artificial intelligence. He was pleased when the holographic display appeared in front of him.

Steve, along with Sam, and Natasha were the only ones awake at this hour of the night.

“I assume that they’re back to sleeping in their respective rooms?” Natasha spoke up from her position on the couch, scooping some of her ice-cream into her mouth.

“Yep,” Steve confirmed, crossing his arms. “Such a stupid argument.”

“Isn’t it always some sort of stupid argument?” Tony added in, trying to sneak a bite of Natasha’s rocky road.

The so-called argument that they were talking about happened just a few hours ago. 

The team was relaxing after a very successful mission. No injuries, everyone was saved successfully. As such, the team got back early and decided to have a movie night of sorts. 

You were cuddled up under your boyfriend, of course, Bucky had his arm secured around your body as everyone had separated off into pairs with their own pizza boxes. 

In your opinion, this was always going to be the best way to spend Stark’s riches. 

It started with Bucky eating the last slice of pizza. Everyone knows that if you’re splitting a pizza between two people, each of you were supposed to have four slices each. Though, when Bucky ate 5 you weren’t going to throw a fit. You settled for three slices and called it a night. 

Then, Bucky started to hog the blanket, claiming that he needed more anyway. Again, you bit the bullet and just snuggled closer to Bucky, from outside the blanket you might add.

Finally, after all of that, Bucky pushed his plate into your hands and just left, without any sort of request or spoken communication. It was almost like he just expected you to do these things.

With a clench of your fists, you grabbed the dishes and chucked them to the sink. The clinks and clangs of the act cause the team to take note of your anger. It was always the worst of times when you were angry. 

After the indistinct shoutings of both you and Bucky, the next sound that was heard was the slamming of your room door. 

“I mean, I get where he’s coming from, but over something so petty?” Natasha gossiped, eating another spoonful. 

“They need to be pushed together. So they can make-up or whatever.” Steve commented, watching his best friend toss and turn in his bed.  

“Cap. I’ve got a plan... ”

-

Bucky grabbed bundles of his duvet and wrapped them around his body, shivering quite harshly. There’s no good reason why it should’ve been that cold in his room. 

He’d bundled himself further into the blanket before he sighed, his breath coming out in a puff of smoke. “Fuck this...” Bucky murmured to himself, ripping the comforter away and leaving his room. 

Bucky found himself standing outside of your room. He needed a plan. He couldn’t just walk in and sleep in your bed, could he?

Bucky raised a fist, to the door. He paused. No... this was stupid. You were angry at him for no reason and you should be the one to apologize.

He was about to leave when the door opened by itself.

You stood there, phone in hand, typing feverishly.

Bumping into him, you looked up from your phone. “Oh, did you need something?”

There it was, that sarcastic tone of yours. “No, I was just... passing by,” Bucky crossed his arms and huffed.

“Oh, okay then.” You muttered and then made your way towards the kitchen.

“Wait, can I sleep in your room tonight?” Bucky forced out, grabbing onto your shoulder to stop you.

You’d paused, turning around to look at him. “That’s all you needed?”

Bucky nodded, finding himself beginning to smile.

“Oh. Then no.” You responded before turning on your way back to the kitchen.

Bucky sighed, following behind you. “Alright, spill. What has you all upset?”

“Alright, spill? Is that what you have to say? How about, Sorry Y/n I shouldn’t treat you like your needs come second to mine. Or maybe try, Im sorry that im acting like a colossal dickhead. Oo, Oo, I know lets try—“

You were cut off by a hug, the man grappled you in, holding you in a tight hug. “Hey, I’m sorry alright? I’ll make it u-”

“Hey, that’s all you had to say.” You cut him off with a quick kiss on the lips.

Bucky’s brows furrowed, “That’s it? That is all I had to say?”

“It was... stupid of me to be upset over something so small. Alright?” You said with a sigh.

The two of you entered the kitchen and you grabbed your snack from the fridge.

“So everything is fine? Just like that?” Bucky snapped his fingers to emphasize his point.

“It’s gonna have to be.” You smiled, walking past him and back towards your room.

“I’m not understanding wh-”

“Haven’t you ever heard of the phrase, ‘If it’s not broken, don’t try and fix it’, ” You sighed, turning around. “Just drop it. You’re forgiven. Take the win.”

That was the last that it was spoken about for that night. You got your boyfriend back for the night and Bucky got a warm bed to sleep in.

Now, the two of you sleeping in the same bed had it’s pros and cons. It gave Bucky the feelings of something stable. He was used to the cold emptiness around him from his time at H.Y.D.R.A. or even his time from sleeping alone while he tried to collect his scattered mind. The warmth of you just being there gave him enough stability to make it through the days.

It gave him a human-teddy bear. And that was alright with you. There were times where he’d hold you during the night and there were times where you’d hold him.

You got the other end of the stick most times. The hair in your face when you wake up. His metal arm sticking to your skin in the morning or his metal arm keeping you up because of how cold it was against your skin. You knew better than to complain about the metal arm.

It was a permanent memento of his time at H.Y.D.R.A. . He’d try and cover it up with a smile or a laugh, but there wasn’t a moment where his eyes didn’t reflect what he was going through. Every single memory wipe. Every kill. Every experiment.

So, you were gonna suck it up. Every single time that you couldn’t get out of bed because of the tight hold he had on you? Never mentioned.

So when he committed the worst of all of these cons the very next morning, you couldn’t do anything but groan into your pillow.

He’d often join Steve on his morning runs. God knows that the two military men would run for hours.

The empty bed in the morning hadn’t been anything new and at this point, you hadn’t even batted an eyelid.

After going through your morning routine, you were met with Natasha and Sam, both leaning over the island. They seemed to be laughing at whatever video was trending at the moment.

“Morning. Sam, Nat.” You made your presence known to the two, making a bowl of your favorite cereal.

“Good morning. How are you and the Tinman doing? Judging by the way he was running out if here this morning, I’d say... not too well.” Sam poked, smirking softly.

“No, he just went out for a run with Steve... I could have swore that you used to run with them. What happened? Did you get tired of being used as a marker for their laps?”

You waited for another sarcastic response, but it never came. Satisfied where things ended, you caught up on the last two new episodes of your favorite show.

When you were all caught up, Bucky and Steve entered the home, Steve carrying a large gift bag and Bucky seemingly had gained a beer belly since the last time you saw him.

“What’s that you have there? Something for your little girlfriend?” You asked, looking over the couch at the two of them.

“No, Bucky just insisted that we stop and get you some thing.” Steve walked around the couch and put the bag down in front of you. “He said that you wouldn’t forgive him if he didn’t do something.”

You opened the bag, looking at the sweets inside as well as the bouquet of flowers. “I told you that you didn’t have to do anything. The argument was stupid.”

You’d looked up at the man. Watching as he tried to sneak back to your room.

“What’s that in your jacket?”

“What’s what in who’s jacket?” He’d responded, stopping like a deer caught in headlights.

“James.”

MEOWW

“Is that a cat, James?” You narrowed your eyes.

“No... I’m just hungry.” He’d tried to laugh it off and keep moving but the cat had jumped out and onto the floor.

“I’m sorry?” Bucky smiled, shrugging.

#bucky barnes x male reader #bucky barnes #bucky #avengers #winter soldier #x male reader #male reader #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #marvel

[tychomccarthy]

intro

◊ ♫ ◊— look what the cat dragged in! that’s TYCHO MCCARTHY and HE/HIS are an around 26-year-old NEWCOMER to the store, but they’ve been in the neighborhood for TWO MONTHS.  I think they are a MUSICIAN and I overheard them listening to DEATH OF A STRAWBERRY by DANCE GAVIN DANCE, and, I dunno man, it seemed pretty fitting. Like, call me shallow but I look at them and think of AVAN JOGIA and CIGARETTES, THE SMELL OF ENGINE OIL AND SELF DESTRUCTION. (ooc info: ashley, they/them, GMT+12, 23)

♪ hi, I’m ashley! I’m super new to tumblr rp so please, uh, forgive my slowness on the uptake! I’m really excited to get to know you all and to make all sorts of emotionally devastating plots together! ♪

the basics

♪ traits: outgoing, energetic, flirtatious, self-destructive, family-oriented

♪  sexuality: bi! and a total hopeless romantic, but he would deny that - or rather, is in denial about that

♪ likes: socializing, trouble making, fixing cars, playing music

♪  dislikes: grouchy dispositions, coffee, decision-making 

background (tw: death, addiction, abuse) (also im so sorry this is so long tycho is an old muse of mine so his backstory is a bit dense)

♪ Tycho was the first child of a young couple who were stupidly and madly in love. It was clear from quite a young age that Tycho was not his ‘father’s’ son, but this was a problem simply dealt with by ignoring it. The first five years of his life were nothing but wholesome bliss, right up until his mother was diagnosed with cancer. The young family was supported by an entourage of siblings who doted on Tycho through all of this. His mother was nothing but optimistic, sometimes naively so, right up until her untimely death when Tycho was ten years old.

♪  His father promptly left following his wife’s death, unable to cope and unable to accept Tycho as his own ‘now that his mother wasn’t there to tie them together’. Tycho was taken in by his maternal uncle, a grief-ridden and complex man who was bogged down by his own demons and alcoholism. 

♪ Tycho was an emotional crutch for his uncle and took it on as his responsibility to be a caretaker for him. The loss of his mother left a rift in the family and a hole in Tycho’s existence, so the trauma bond he made with his uncle was deep and complex. 

♪ around the time he started high school it was clear to other members of the family that he was not being taken care of by his uncle, and was sometimes the victim of violent outbursts from him. He was taken in by his other paternal uncle and his wife then, and moved across the country to a new city. Tycho adjusted the way any teen would; he rebelled, leading to a life-long addiction to substances, escapism and petty crime. 

♪  he eventually settled down with a high school sweetheart but continued to be up to no good, aside from dabbling in learning music. Around the age of twenty his beau opened her own business and within a few years left Tycho for an employee. Heartbroken, he lashed out at the world and himself, eventually landing him in prison for a grand theft auto charge. There he met his next great love (an obvious sign for success) who he reunited with once their sentences were served. 

♪  this all inevitably fell apart, mostly due to Tycho’s self-sabotaging ways, unable to remain faithful in his relationship as he still had unresolved feelings for his high school sweetheart, and other trouble-makers in his city. This is what lead him to move to Boston, to pursue music seriously, to cut ties with the complexities in his life and to start anew.

♪ unfortunately for him however, you can only run from your grief and trauma for so long. He maintains a mostly positive and bubbly personality but struggles constantly with chasing a desire to fill a chronic emptiness inside of him with self destructive behavior. If you want someone to mess around with, cause trouble beside, or play some music with, hes your guy. If you’re wanting stability, not so much.

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