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i know u don’t want them to be immortal but i can’t stop thinking about gortcas being bound together by a warlock pact. they are already so far gone for each other, but gortash giving up everything, that not even his soul is his because he’d give that to cas too, like im 🤒 not to mention the continuous feedback loop of power between them both, bc gortash’s dedication and reverence of cas only makes them stronger, and that strength funnels back into gortash through the warlock powers. also cas can basically have it in the fine print that gortash is his and only his and has to gain more/eat more for his powers or something. at the very least has a clause about never losing weight lol
idk there’s just something about gortash reading the whole contract or whatever, and understanding he’s giving his whole self to cas, there will not be a shred of him untouched, nothing left that he has not given to cas, and he signs it willingly. i know this is already the deal with gaining, his body belongs to cas. but it’s like okay what if everything gortash ever is or was belonged to cas too. what if you don’t just get his body and heart, but you have his soul, too, and you have proof that he gave it to you. willingly. there’s just something undeniable in that idk i hope u see and/or enjoy my rambling vision
this genuinely made me sit nd ponder this for a GOOD while I hope u know that…. rotating it on my mind🙏 I suppose I never quite considered it much because it went back to the immortality aspect for me however the more I thought abt it the more I was like…. it’s not really a definitive way out is it. like if Cas dies the contract is dissolved as well, but the thought nd the concept behind it.... yeag ur right🤒
ok here’s what im thinking right. Pretty early after taking over the city together Cas probably offered him a contract, he never was much a devil in a position to make contracts or pacts and he didn’t expect Gortash to accept this anyways, but he did write it nevertheless. A contract that swore that Cas would protect him with all his powers in return for Gortash’s soul. It was all that was in the contract at that point, some fine print but nothing unusual. Gortash rejected it obviously at the time, even if he trusted him he didn’t exactly want to repeat his childhood in the hells any time soon and he was cocky enough to think that he can protect himself just fine if Cas ever left his side. Still… Cas kept the contract around, moreso for fun than expecting Gortash to ever sign it. Sometimes he’d go back to it and add some things, treat it a bit like his personal fantasy journal. so he definitely added the things you mentioned😖
the years pass and they grow closer until, I assume around now timeline-wise, Gortash finds the contract again by accident, reading it nd seeing all the things Cas added for seemingly no reason. But this time he’s willing to sign it. Cas clearly made the deal even fucking worse but Gortash did all of those things already anyways, just as Cas was already protecting him every single day. And now with the way they are it’s not just trust that Gortash has in Cas but it’s pure devotion... like it doesn’t matter if Cas will fuck him up in the end, abuse his soul or whatever may happen, Gortash wants him to have it. So he just signs it and leaves it there until Cas returns and finds it💜 I don’t think they’d really bring it up either, maybe they stand on the balcony at night and Cas asks him why he did it to which Gortash would only say that he wants Cas to not doubt him ever again. That he’s serious about it. whatever "it" may be here... the contract or well.... them🤒
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carnivalcarrion · 8 months
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reopening the ask box is like... just finishing vacuuming shed cat hair, and then immediately going and petting said cat vigorously & watching with delight as So Much Fur sheds right back onto the floor
#knocked it down from 96 asks to 53 lets gooooo#i was gonna keep it closed for much longer but like. that was past me's opinion when they were way more stressed than usual#current me misses Conversing with the Masses! or something like that!#is it a smart decision? probably not!#between packing & comms i dont have much time#but keeping it closed felt so wrong... i dont like keep out signs....#absolutely unprompted#i forgot how time-consuming and difficult packing is#im too out of practice....#ive got all my sketchbooks and notebooks and paper and comics boxed up#Except my wof collection. im waiting for book 15 to be shipped before i box em all up. gotta keep things Together#but yes anyway sorry the box is Open for whatever your little heart desires#which is.... bad timing bc im gonna be chronically Offline tomorrow and probably a decent chunk of the next day#now if yall will excuse me im going to Attempt To Write Fanfic.#we'll see if i manage more than one sentence#i am doing. so much usps research for this shit its hilarious#like yes! i will read reddit threads! watch yt 'day in the life' videos! job listings! etc!#but hey now i know about casing and relays/loops and dps and flats and the difference between city and rural-#its fun to learn new things for writing!#i will be taking Liberties anyway! but at least they'll be a conscious decision yk yk#and if i ever post i can say 'hey i know this is inaccurate But its for the sake of the fic. im doing it on purpose! not outta ignorance!'#also i feel so so bad for cca's like... the work 'ethic' is so fucking inhumane are they ok-
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yuukei-yikes · 1 year
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just rewatched ep 12 of mekakucity actors to feel something and got pissed off all over again
#mary activating combining but no one dies when she takes the snakes?? GIRL THOSE WORK AS SURROGATE LIVES THEYD DIE IF SHE TOOK THEM FOR EVEN#A SECOND.#mary just stopping the loop bc ayano and shintaro use their powers. girl why dont they do that IN OTHER TIMELINES THEN#like the one big difference is saeru immobilizing them instead of killing them#the lack of haruka. its summertime record. BITCH#the way they dont explain how or why he is back but he is#even saeru asks WHY HAVENT U FUCKING DISAPPEAREDDDDDDDDD#like why didnt he lol. the power of friendship ig#LIKE IM GLAD ITS A GOOD END BUT ITS SO STUPID FR#ive always interpreted it as#now that saeru is in harukas body it has to grant the new host's wishes#and this time its 2 people bc awakening became its own person as well#so it has to give hiyori back (konohas wish) and just grant harukas wish in the first place since his was never granted lol#which is to have a strong body. while. yknow. BEING INSIDE HIS BODY#thats what i like to think anyway and i think it makes sense#and also how tf do shintaro and ayano even get out of the daze. girlllllllll#wait its cuz mary probably opened it ok nvm#mary opening the daze and shintaro ayano and haruka sneaking out of there like the rats in ratatouille#hiyori take ur chance come out now too#like haruka is so funny his whole existence proves that souls are real in the kagepro universe#bc the daze swallows u with body and all. hiyori shintaro and ayano could just walk outta there like nothing#while harukas like. a ghost or something#cuz his body is out and about#when the snake rejects u for being too niceys but u also dont die bc ur too niceys#the daze: but i like him. lets keep him pleaaaaaase#are u reading these tags#if so#hey#kagevinnie#kagenalysis
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heartsburst · 2 months
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god don't you hate when your disability is disabling, like who could have seen that coming :(
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29121996 · 4 months
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#the fact thwt like .i csnnot Not lead w the fact that i have bpd .#like i am a Walking hazard sign. no matter how u look at me#i am Mentally Ill. in some shaoe or fucking form there is always some lose wire causing electric shocms to my fucking system#so i gotts lead w it . like it is sgo i am and i ki#idk i probably Shouldnt but .#anysay called mysekf crazy infront of him AND his father so thst is So Cool Too#i served them beer akl night and then . drop that like yes alirght. Perfect wbat the fuckc !!!!!!!!!!#im :( hm . gotta get drunk w a friend on sunday i yhink .#am ginna take the $100 i saved and (unforrnuately) put it towards getting my cello fixed .#i also . gotta figure iut how in booking my flights to swift in the next few weeks#and i 100% should. but im Stressing Out abt the idea actually . so . will bave ti pick my dads brain abt this too#him being my Advisor on literally everything has git to be exhausting for him :(#and i do feelcbsd vut akso . consider it . i soent so mucb time dealing w my sgit Alone he csn . have his earful#i also dont tslk to my mother so cant get her afvicd#not that i fucking WOULD shes more insane than i am#i truly . anyway .#its 3:30am . emotions n shit ars heightened bht AHDHEJFJDJDEJDJ#i eanna be grippy socked fr . am gonna mention it to my therapist i tbibk .#i . dawg my nrxt thdrapy session is supposed to b designated to my ed bht it mught just . loop back to him n my mother Again#annhour rlky isnt enough . i gotta find another way fr
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chisatowo · 2 years
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Ok ok I am beginning to form an idea for Mocha's deal lets hope it doesn't get out of my control too quickly I don't need another story spawning 20 more ocs hsjydidyd
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hobiebrownismygod · 1 month
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miles 42 x touchy reader?
im on a trend of writing 42 rn I love him so much 😭 anyways I hope you like this!! Wasn't sure if you wanted fem or gn reader so I made them gn! <3
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Miles was never the touchy type. Ever since his dad died, he'd kept to himself. He stopped giving and receiving hugs (unless it was from his mother), and he absolutely refused to let people touch him.
That was...until he started dating you. That was a whole different story. Sure he didn't like being touched, but how could he say no to his adorable partner?
When you got close to someone, you were always touching them in one way or another, whether it was your finger hooked through their belt loop, your hand holding onto their elbow, or just your hand on their leg. You needed to be holding onto someone.
You weren't sure why you were like that, if you had some sort of unsolved trauma, or you were just really touch-starved, but you knew you loved being close to people.
So, even though you knew your boyfriend didn't like being touched much, and he wasn't the touchy type, you made sure to shower him with all the physical love and affection you could.
It was your love language!
"Milesss" you dragged his name out as you interlocked your fingers with his, pulling him into yet another store. "Come on! We've only been here for an hour!"
He groaned in response, shaking his head and letting you lead him into another clothing store. "I'm tired" He grumbled, letting go of your hand and folding his arms over his chest like he was having a tantrum. "Haven't you bought enough clothes?"
"We both know that's impossible" You scoffed, your hand latching onto his elbow to hold him down as you walked through the shop, already shoving some new shirts and items into your bag.
"Hey...do you like these?" You asked, stopping in front of a display of matching bracelets and oogling over them while he stood back with an unamused look on his face. "Yeah, they're nice babe" He said absentmindedly, eyes wandering elsewhere.
"We should get them! Matching bracelets, isn't that cute?" You asked, taking his hand and pulling him in a little. He scowled slightly, looking down at them and giving you a forced half-smile. "Sure. Whatever you want."
Your expression faltered slightly but you pressed on, looking through them for a pair that you thought would suit the two of you. "We could get blue and red...or we could get purple and green. Which do you like more?"
"Purple and green, probably" he said, taking his hand out of yours and shoving it back in his pocket.
You raised a brow at this. "You okay?" You asked a little softly, feeling your heart drop slightly. "I'm fine." He said normally, giving you a little shrug. "Why?"
"No reason...you just seem a little distant today." You said quietly, folding your arms over your chest. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's just one of those days, I don't know" he mumbled, looking away.
"Do you not want me to hold onto you?" You asked automatically. The first thing you always asked people when they acted off was whether you'd made them uncomfortable. You knew you were touchy and you knew some people didn't like that, but the fact that your boyfriend might've been getting sick of your touching was off-putting and made your expression fall.
"What?" He asked confusedly, putting his hand down. "Of course not. I'm fine with you holding onto me" He said half-heartedly.
You shook your head, looking away from him. "You're lying, I know you don't like it. I'm sorry, Miles...I just like holding onto people" you apologized awkwardly, starting to feel bad.
He shook his head at you, a smile forming on his face. "Hey, you know that's not the reason" He reassured you, taking your hand in his. "I'm just...not used to it much. But I like when you hold onto me, really."
"Really?" You asked glumly, looking up at him. He nodded, pulling you a little closer and kissing the palm your hand gently. "I love you, and I love how touchy you are." he said with a smile. "I'm just being a dick. Don't worry about it." he joked.
When he saw you didn't respond, his smile faltered slightly. He sighed. "Would you feel better if I gave you a hug?" he suggested, holding his arms out slightly.
Your face immediately lit up and you nodded shyly, walking into his outstretched arms. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace and kissing the top of your head gently. "You know I love you right?" he murmured.
You nodded, a quiet laugh escaping your lips. "yeah, I know Miles" You whispered back, looking up at him and giving him a quick peck on the lips. "I love you too." His expression brightened in response.
He put one arm around your waist to hold you against him while he picked one of the bracelets up. "How about these ones hmm? I'll take purple, you take green?" He suggested while you adjusted your head against his chest. "Okay."
"Mm, okay. Let's go get them then. My treat."
"Your treat?" You laughed, looking up at him. "Miles, you're broke!"
"Uh, for your information I can afford a pair of ten dollar bracelets" he said with an eye-roll, inspecting them in his hands. "But yeah actually, I am kinda broke."
With a snort you took them from his hands, taking a step back and twirling them between your fingers. "I'll pay for it." You said, shaking your head.
"That's why I love you" he teased, gently putting his arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked towards the register. "And I know you love spoiling me"
"Hah! You're lucky I'm nice."
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yourpalghost · 11 months
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Solar Lunacy (or really any) Freddy Patch tutorial!
Two ways I feel work are Hot glue and sewing.
First things first: youll want one or two printed coppies of the freddy head template. I covered mine in tape.
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For black, cut out the freddy head and bow tie as a whole piece and cut it from a sheet of black felt. Then cut out the individual pieces by colour.
White: eye whites, eye shines, teeth
Cream: muzzle, jaw left, jaw right, inner ear left, inner ear right
Orange brown: (I had to dye my orange to the correct colour) cheek left, cheek right, head top, ear left, ear right
Red: cheek left, sheek right, brow, earring
Blue: chin, brow, hat band
dark red: tongue
Purple: irises
Optional: black: nose, pupils, eyebrows
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If you have a cleaner cut job, yours will look better but hot glue those pieces on there. I recommend glueing or sewing in this order
Blue brow arch
Red brow arch
Muzzle
Tongue
Teeth
Chin
Eyes
Cheeks
Head
Ears
Hat
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After sewing or glueing everything on, add in details like freckles and the line in the tongue. I decided to not do those because I already decided to redo the whole thing by hand sewing at a later date but anyway
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After that either attach it to your jacket permanently or safety pin it from the inside. I added little loops for the safety pins to go through because I had them.
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You can also see that I added in some light purple lines to the eyes. Sewing through glue is stupid so dont be like me and do this before hand if thats something you want
If I were to sew this (which I will probably be doing), id cover my thread ends with something like fabric glue to keep them from coming undone if it were to be removable otherwise id just sew it to the jacket.
If you intend for this to be a permanent fixture on your jacket, glue or sew that puppy -er- bear? On there securely. I mean add some stitches and glue to the center to keep it secure and everything
Or use peel and stick felt, im not your dad.
Happy crafting DCA simps and thanks @bamsara for the great fic and character designs
Ill try and post the jacket process later ✌️
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tangledinlove · 1 year
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it’s never too late (to come back to my side)
one | TWO | three | finale
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pairing: anthony lockwood x fem reader
chapter content: mentions of the mr darcy hand flex no im not kidding and i refuse to apologize. mentions of underage drinking, quill kipps older bro era, mention of reader cutting her hair
word count: 5.2k somebody sedate me
summary: (hannah montana voice) you’ll always find your way back home
notes: i could not bring myself to make them angry at each other… i can literally never turn on lockwood even in fiction guys im so weak. anyways heres part 2 thank u for all the support on the first part!! im sorry this is so bad chap 3 will be better (probably)
Lucy had one thought on her mind after seeing you for the first time.
You looked so insanely familiar.
Lockwood had led the charge into Arif’s the next morning, a false air of confidence surrounding him. His face looked nonchalant, but Lucy found it hard to miss his number one nervous habit.
Tapping his fingers. It looked like he was pressing down on piano keys, one after the other, in a continuous loop. She thought it made him look rather silly, and she found it got really annoying whenever he began to do it on every single surface he could find.
But, Lucy couldn’t blame him for doing it now. In fact, she couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for him. According to George, this would be the first real, in-person interaction between you and Lockwood since you had transferred to Fittes. There was one brief run-in at the park a few months after the fight, if you could even call it that. It actually just consisted of Lockwood tripping over the sidewalk after seeing you sitting on a bench, before he dragged George in the opposite direction.
Lucy wished nothing more than to have been there to see it.
The bell chimed above them as the trio made their way into the shop. Arif’s was bound to be empty this early in the morning, when the sun was just beginning to come up from behind the horizon. She saw the man deep in conversation with one of the delivery girls at the counter, and he gave the group a kind smile and half hearted wave before turning back to converse with the girl. Must’ve been one interesting conversation.
Arif’s was small and barely decorated, courtesy of the man himself, who did not care much for interior design. The inside of the shop was filled by the counter, a booth in the back corner, and two more small wooden tables in the center of the room. Although the building itself had little appeal, Arif made up for it through what he sold. The man could make a cup of tea that rivaled one of Lockwood’s, the agency’s self-proclaimed tea specialist. His doughnuts and pastries were also handmade, and ten times better than the ones sold at chain stores, and all for a good price. For three broke teenagers, Arif’s was like a godsend.
Lucy slipped into the group’s usual booth in the corner, taking her usual seat on the side of the booth facing a random painting of a fruit bowl. But after a few seconds of staring at the empty seat across from her, she realized that her friends made no move to follow her. Poking her head out of the booth, she noticed them still standing in the entrance to the doorway.
“Stop loitering and maybe sit down,” Lucy suggested. The two were still unresponsive, and she followed their line of sight to the counter, where Arif was having his conversation moments ago.
The delivery girl had turned away from him, and was now carrying a tray full of tea in her hands. She was also walking straight towards Lucy.
Her palms grew sweaty. She realized belatedly that this wasn’t one of Arif’s delivery girls. This was you.
You gingerly placed the drinks on the table, leaving one in front of each seat.
“I hope you don’t mind me ordering ahead. I thought this conversation would go a lot better over a nice cup.”
Lucy gawped. She gaped. She gawked. And every other synonym in the book that said ‘stared wide eyed and with her jaw hung open at your face.’
You smiled. “No milk and some honey, right? Assuming that Lockwood was right about the way you take your tea.”
She nodded, still at a loss for words. I just mistook you for a delivery girl, Lucy thought in horror.
A laugh burst from you, a warm sound that had your shoulders shaking. Lucy nearly got up and left when she realized she had said that out loud.
“No way! I feel bad for those poor girls, with the amount of times the boys used to order doughnuts from here.”
Lucy felt her shoulders ease when you took a seat on the bench next to her.
“Guess things haven’t changed much. They still terrorize Sylvia with their insane orders almost everyday.”
You were getting ready to respond when the boys in question finally made their appearance at the table.
“Luce, are you bad mouthing us to our dear friend now?”
Lockwood was standing in front of you for the first time in months, and he couldn’t help but feel a little weak in the knees.
You looked almost the same. The apples of your cheeks popped up into a smile, a tell tale sign of real happiness. He felt himself stand up a little taller when he glanced at your hand. You were still wearing his ring. After months of separation, you still carried part of him with you. He could not help the sense of satisfaction he got from this.
You also had cut your hair. It was shorter than it was in all the years he had known you (which was quite a lot of years). It was different, and for someone who hated change, Lockwood was pleasantly surprised at how much he liked it.
Where the hell did that come from?
He was blinked out of his stupor as George took a seat across from Lucy, which left him sitting directly in front of you.
“Was only telling her the truth,” Lucy said with a little smile on her face. She liked you already, he could tell.
You took a sip from your cup as Lockwood trained his gaze on you. The two of you pretended like you didn’t know the exact same liquid was swirling inside both of your glasses. Matching tea orders after all this time.
You had found his way of taking tea abhorrent at first, a weird list of add-ins you would never have even thought of trying. But you begrudgingly admitted you liked it after he caught you digging in the drawers for his tea bags.
“Now, Lucy’s tea order wasn’t the only thing me and Lockwood talked about last night. What exactly do you three need my help with?”
“We need you to take something from Fittes for us.”
The three of you whirled on George, who was reaching to take a danish from the plate you had brought over. Lucy slapped his hand away as Lockwood redirected your attention.
“Well, this is exactly why George is not the one who was supposed to be doing the talking,” he asserted. “We’re working on a case and need your help.”
You nodded, taking a bite out of the same pastry George had wanted. “I figured as much. What does this have to do with Fittes, though?”
“Blueprints for this job.” He pulled a manila folder from the inside of his jacket and placed it in front of you.
Inside was a blood red envelope, an ivory colored wax seal cut open on the back.
“The Salvatore family crest,” you recognized immediately.
“Correct. It’s authentic, was delivered by Valentina personally.”
You could not help the way your eyebrows lifted at that. The Salvatores were one of the most well known families in the country. Valentina was the family’s oldest daughter, who was largely kept out of the limelight. Her mother, Amber Salvatore used to be a television and movie star in her youth, most known for her hit movie Visitor at the Door. The thriller romance showed Amber’s character, Beatrice, falling in love with a Type Two visitor. Somehow, the movie raked in millions of dollars, cementing her place in stardom. Her children followed in her footsteps, and all of them, minus Valentina, were now prominent figures in the film industry. Nepotism at its finest, they were.
“Believe me, we were surprised as well. But after reading, you’ll understand why they would come to such a small agency for this task,” Lockwood continued, gesturing for you to open the letter.
The paper inside was thick and high quality, reminding you just how rich the Salvatores were. Even their letter paper was fancy.
The writing was in cursive ink, the letters flowing from the top of the page to the very bottom.
To Anthony Lockwood and Co.,
The information stated in this letter must stay strictly confidential, and be kept from the public at all costs.
My youngest daughter, Chiara, has deserted the family. Since she has fled from the family estate, she has not returned any belongings that she has taken from my collection. The most notable is a very precious heirloom, a ring which is the source of a rather powerful Type Two visitor. This source being in the hands of such a naive girl is a danger to herself and those around her.
I am employing you to retrieve this from her. I understand this is an unusual task for a psychical agency, but have deemed those usually employed for such a task unable to handle such a powerful source.
Chiara is currently residing at our property in Mossbank Grove, which is heavily guarded and policed at all times. However, we have caught wind of her plans to throw a ball in celebration of her twenty-third birthday. This will offer you ample opportunity to infiltrate the estate and retrieve the source. Valentina will fill you in on the rest.
You will be paid handsomely for your efforts and confidentiality.
Regards,
Amber Salvatore
Between the last sentence of the letter and the sign off was a number. An extremely large one.
“Those are a lot of zeroes,” you managed to get out, eyes wide.
Lockwood could not help but laugh lightly at the expression on your face as he tucked the envelope back into his jacket.
“Valentina expressed that going after Chiara personally or through a larger company would be bound to cause a scandal, which Amber refuses to let happen.”
“I’ve never been so happy to be a smaller agency,” George cut in as he drained his cup. “Handsomely was a light way to put it. That reward could let Lockwood pay off the mortgage on the house. Fifteen times. And we’d still have money left over to go on vacation.”
A fond look took over your face at the thought of 35 Portland Row. The house had been your home for years, and even after months away, it still felt that way. Countless times, you found yourself still giving cab drivers the address, a habit you weren’t able to shake. On the rare occasion you passed by the street, you found yourself nearly craning your neck out the car window in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the house.
You couldn’t help the way your mind would race with thoughts, wondering whether your friends were home, whether or not they were sharing a meal in the kitchen, or sitting by the fire. Whether or not they were missing you.
Pushing that train of thought from your head, you shot Lockwood a look. “And the blueprints you need?”
He sipped thoughtfully from his own drink. “After Chiara left, she had the Mossbank Grove manor renovated by a Fittes contractor. The inside may be completely different, so the Salvatores will be mostly of no help with giving us an idea of the building,” he explained, before pointing towards the boy next to him. “However, George knows from his stay at Fittes that this contractor is required to keep his work in the company archives. Which is where you come in.”
You whistled lowly, taking the mountain of information in. “So you weren’t lying when you said you would visit floors way above your pay grade.”
George held up his hands, a smug look on his face. “Guilty as charged.”
You considered this. Retrieving these blueprints was definitely possible. You were in good standing at Fittes as a member of Quill Kipps’ team. You could be in and out of the building with the documents in no time.
“Well,” you began, swirling the contents of your cup around. “What’s in it for me? I’m risking my job for this, so it better be for a good reason.”
“Fifteen percent,” Lockwood offered.
Interesting. Fifteen percent was a great offer, with all things considered. It would hardly make a dent in the money the three of them would earn, and still be a pretty penny for you. You could bring them a piece of paper from the Archives and make a small fortune for it. Any logical person would shake on the deal right here and now.
But you didn’t care about money. You already knew what you wanted, and it seemed like Lockwood did too.
He leaned back in his chair, suddenly distant. “No.”
You groaned. It seemed like his ability to read your mind hadn’t disappeared overnight.
“And why not?”
“Because-”
“Care to share with the rest of the class?” Lucy said sarcastically. It felt like she had zoned out and missed part of the conversation with the way the two of you communicated.
George sighed, unfortunately used to this. After a year of being around the both of you and your secret way of talking, he was able to pick up a little bit of your unspoken language.
“She wants to come.”
Lucy tilted her head slightly, thinking it over. From what little she knew about you, this didn’t surprise her. It seemed like you liked a good adventure, with the way you readily left Lockwood and Co. after being permanently grounded. She had just met you, but had taken a liking to you almost immediately. She wouldn’t mind if you came back to the company to stick around.
Also, the feeling that she knew you from somewhere still had not left her, and she was curious to find out why.
Lucy shrugged. “Well, I don’t see why not.”
Lockwood scoffed, turning slightly away from the entire table, exasperation written all over his face.
“For one, she’s not even part of the company. Fittes would probably blacklist her from every agency in the country if they caught her stealing from the Chiara Salvatore. Their family is powerful. Insanely.”
“Well, if you’re perfectly fine with me stealing from Fittes themselves, I might as well go all in,” you reasoned, taking a well timed sip from your cup. This seemed to irk him further. “I join you on this case or you ask someone else for the blueprints. And I don’t think our close friend Kipps would be eager to help you with this.”
Lockwood’s already angry stare turned near murderous. You knew you were annoying him by bringing up Kipps, but couldn’t bring yourself to care that much.
“The invitation Valentina gave us was only good for one person and a plus one. We agreed it would be one for me and one for either George or Lucy. I couldn’t even bring you if I wanted to — and I don’t,” he was quick to add.
“That’s not entirely true,” Lucy said. “She could step in for me. After the Fittes at 50 disaster, I think I’ve sworn off attending balls for the rest of my life.”
Lucy tried not to take delight in the way Lockwood’s eyes widened.
George hummed from next to him. “I have to agree. I’ve never been great at small talk, probably end up insulting a socialite and getting kicked out. If you bring her, we go in with the blueprints. If you bring me or Luce, we go in blind. The party is tomorrow, Lockwood. We’re running out of time, and this is our only option, whether you like it or not.”
Lockwood turned away from George’s all-knowing look and fixed his stare rather angrily on a spot behind your head, not ready to accept the fact that he was outnumbered three to one. You nudged his foot gently with yours under the table, and he flitted his eyes to you, somewhat reluctantly.
“It’s not like we’re walking into a room full of visitors, Anthony. It’ll just be a group of rich celebrities with nothing better to do then flaunt their money around.” He held your gaze as you continued. “Even though that’s arguably scarier, we’ll be perfectly fine. No dying this time.”
The reference to your last case together was not lost on him. His resolve softened against his will. No matter how much he hated it, he could never stay angry at you.
He gave you a strained smile. “Seeing as nothing that I could say will sway none of you… Fine.”
You couldn’t help but give Lucy and George your biggest smile of sheer gratitude. You would be working with your family again.
It would probably be the last time, but that was a minor detail.
“But you follow my lead the entire time,” Lockwood demanded, putting emphasis on the last part. He was tapping his left hand on the table a bit loudly, and you couldn’t help but feel bad for stressing him out. “No acting out or wandering away. You agree to follow my lead on this or there’s no deal.”
You winked at him. “I couldn’t imagine going about this any other way.”
You stuck your hand out for him to take, and he gripped it firmly in his own. You nearly jolted when his hand slid over yours. Feeling the familiar warmth of his body after this long gave you the chills. The moment was over quickly, though, as he slipped away to pay Arif for the group’s order.
You missed the way his hand flexed by his side as he walked away.
“Thank you for having my back back there,” you said, resting your face in the palms of your hands. “I don’t think he would’ve budged unless you guys said something.”
George laughed loudly. “Oh, I’m sure that’s not true.”
You were about to ask him what he meant by that when Lucy cut in.
“You’re the girl from the picture!”
You and George gave her a weird look. Her entire face was lit up like a Christmas tree. She oddly resembled George whenever you guys went out to his favorite pizza place.
“Please tell me you aren’t talking about that one picture of me that ended up in the papers,” you begged, horrified. “I literally pleaded with the company not to let them publish it, but-”
She shook her head vehemently, a bit confused.
“No, I’m talking about the picture of you on Lockwood’s bedside table.”
You didn’t hide the surprise that saturated your words. “Oh?”
The way Lucy talked about it made it sound like it was some obvious thing that surely you should’ve known about.
Lucy nodded, her hands moving about as she spoke. “I knew you looked familiar. At first I thought I had probably just passed you a few times on the street, but no!”
Your face warmed at this. You had been inside Anthony’s room countless times — probably slept in his bed more times than he had — and this apparent picture of you was nowhere to be seen back then.
“George was already dead to the world when this happened, but I had to drag both of them from the kitchen table after they fell asleep after drinking.”
You snorted. “I can believe that. They’re both such lightweights, aren’t they?”
George gasped, affronted, but Lucy continued with her story anyways. “I managed to wrangle George into bed pretty easily, not without about eighty counts of him almost flashing me, of course-”
“It’s not my fault wearing trousers to sleep is a form of torture-”
“But Lockwood put up a fight.”
George’s offense went on the backburner as he leaned closer to listen, clearly having no recollection of this night.
“He nearly tripped up the steps once or twice, so I basically had to carry him into bed. Felt like I was a mum dragging a toddler around a grocery store.”
This earned a round of laughs from the two of you. A glance back at the counter showed Lockwood stuck in a very serious conversation with Arif.
“So the entire way up the steps he was going on about who knows what, but the moment he got in bed he just went completely silent. And I thought he surely must’ve fallen asleep, but then — I can’t even believe I forgot this happened — he pointed to this framed picture under his lamp. It was of you, just laughing or something. And he asked me if I thought you were pretty.”
The smile on your face nearly hurt from how wide it was. “No way.”
She was wearing an amused look that you couldn’t quite place, “Yes way. Since I was tipsy myself, I don’t remember what we talked about after that. But I do remember the way he looked at the picture. I thought you were an ex-girlfriend or something. Some sort of tragic love story.”
This got another laugh from you, albeit a slightly forced one. Who knows what the two of you might’ve been if it had all gone down differently. It was all in the past now, and that was something you had to accept.
The sound of the register slamming closed was the only warning you had before Lockwood was freed from Arif’s conversation and was making his way back to your table.
“I trust you three weren’t conspiring against me,” Lockwood asked, all-knowing as always. His hand still felt like it was burning from when he had held yours.
You popped up to stand next to him, grinning. “What on Earth led you to believe that?”
“Ask Bobby about it, I don’t know!”
Lockwood snapped his head up from the pebble he had been kicking around out of pure boredom.
He had offered to join you on the cab ride to the Fittes building so you wouldn’t be alone on your way back to Portland Row. The Fittes headquarters had always unsettled him, and although his incident with the salt sprinklers had gone unpunished, he couldn’t help but feel like he was doing something illegal by entering the building. So, you offered to go in by yourself, promising him you would only take a few minutes.
How you were going to make your way onto a restricted floor, retrieve blueprints you were not supposed to have, and leave the building without being stopped was beyond him. But, you kept your promise, and fifteen minutes later, you were walking towards him with a backpack slung over your shoulders.
And to make things even better, his favorite person was hot on your heels, dressed in his neat little uniform. Lockwood pushed himself off the brick wall he was leaning on as the both of you drew closer.
“I just confirmed my time off with Hughes, and Bobby’s taking up research for the case. That’s why he’s on the team, isn’t he?”
Kipps sighed. “He isn’t as thorough as you are, and we need all the help we can get for a case as big as this one. And an hour ago you weren’t even scheduled to be off, what changed?”
“Family emergency.”
“But your family lives in-”
The words died on his tongue immediately when Lockwood entered his sights. The somewhat mellow look on his face twisted into a scowl in an instant.
Kipps scoffed at the sight of Anthony in front of you. “Some family emergency.”
Lockwood held out his hand for you to give him the bag, and you handed it over without complaint. On any other day, you would’ve refused, but you were in no mood to argue with him in front of your team leader.
“We have something to attend to, Quill. I’ll be back in a few days.”
Anthony swung your bag over his shoulders and moved to hail a cab. “Yeah, Quill. There’s no need to pull out your rapier. She’ll be fine.”
The use of his first name made Kipps’ nostrils flare. He called after you firmly, leaving no room for argument. “May I speak to you before you go?” It was not a request.
You sighed, having no choice but to give in. Squeezing Lockwood’s shoulder, you motioned for him to get into the cab that had just pulled up. But as Kipps half dragged you out of earshot from him, you watched amusedly as he did nothing but lean against the door of the taxi and wait expectantly.
He was so stupidly endearing.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
You pursed your lips. Kipps was never one to beat around the bush.
“Lockwood and Co. asked me for help. So I’m helping them.”
“Just last month you were crying about that boy back there, and all of a sudden you’re buddies again?”
You swatted him on the shoulder. “You wanna say that any louder?”
He sighed, and placed both of his rough hands on your shoulders. A comforting touch.
“Look, you know I’d never tell you what to do.”
“As if I’d ever listen.”
He let out a quiet laugh. “That’s one reason. But it’s because I know you’re not stupid. I trust your judgment, and if you’d like to help your friends then go ahead. I just don’t want you to get hurt again if they send you packing after you just broke into the Archives Block to help them.”
“I did not break in, Marvin let me up-”
“That’s besides the point. Just don’t be stupid, alright?”
You pushed his hands off your shoulders to pull him straight into a hug. During your months at Fittes, the both of you had gotten close. He was like an older brother to you, and although you would bicker like crazy, he was nowhere near as bad as Lockwood would make him out to be.
“I won’t be stupid, I’m not like you,” you mumbled into his shirt. “And I don’t expect anything from this, just one last adventure before I go back to ducking into a shop when I pass them on the street.”
He patted you on the back before nudging you in the direction of Lockwood. “Yeah, yeah. Now get back to your boyfriend before he impales me with his rapier.”
“He’s not going to… Oh. He really does look like he wants to impale you with his rapier.”
He gave you The Quill Kipps Look as you waved over your shoulder while approaching the car. And when he would inevitably ask about it later, you would insist it was only a coincidence how a smile appeared on your face when Anthony placed his hand on the small of your back to usher you into the cab.
You settled in on the seats facing away from the driver while Lockwood sat directly in front of you, your knees knocking together.
“So,” he said before pausing. He looked unsure of what to say. “You and Kippy seem close.”
“Me and ‘Kippy’ are close. He’s my supervisor.”
“No, I mean…”
You picked at a loose thread on your pants, waiting for him to find the words.
“Close. Like close close. If you know what I mean.”
“I’m not sure I do.”
“Oh, come off it,” he laughed. “You’re just saying that because you like to watch me squirm.”
“And what if I do?” You asked, mirroring the lighthearted look on his face.
He groaned in pain, clutching his heart in mock hurt. “I always knew you enjoyed seeing me in pain.”
You kicked him in retaliation.
“See, what did I say?”
You covered your smile with one of your hands, refusing to give him the satisfaction of making you laugh. Lockwood leaned against the back of his seat, a grin gracing his own features. You watched as he opened his mouth, about to say something, before he promptly shut it again. He shook his head with a smile, and you spent the rest of the ride looking out the window. You knew he would tell you what he wanted to say eventually.
The words came out only after you paid the cab and were walking up to the front door of 35 Portland Row.
“How long have you two been together?” He asked as he slotted the key into the lock.
Your brows knitted together. “What are you talking about?”
“You know… You and Kipps.”
“I… Me and… What?”
Now it was your turn to be at a loss of words. You had assumed he was poking fun at you in the cab because of the hug he was forced to witness.
Unbeknownst to you, he had spent the entire car ride thinking you were in a relationship with one of his least favorite people.
“Don’t play coy, it’s okay.” He was aiming for a joking tone but his voice fell flat. You trailed after him as he pushed the front door open, but you snagged his arm before he went over the threshold.
“Me and Kipps aren’t dating, Anthony. I don’t… I’ve never liked him like that.”
His eyes moved from where you were gripping his sleeve to your face. He couldn’t help but revel in the way you seemed mildly disturbed at the idea.
“That’s good.”
“Why?” Now you were being coy.
“I don’t want him to date you.”
“Are you saying that because he’s bad at fencing?”
“No, I’m saying that because he doesn’t deserve you.”
You went quiet, and he smiled. Lockwood enjoyed how he was able to fluster you twice in the span of the past minute.
“Welcome home,” he said innocently, before moving out of the doorway.
The light from the overhand lamp nearly blinded you as he stepped away. And after stepping inside and shutting the door behind you, you found the emotions that came up nearly choking you.
It had been months since you had last been here, but it hadn’t changed a bit. The rapier stand by the bench was in the same spot. The wall of masks still hung up to the left with the various tapestries. A glance inside the sitting room showed you the same warm fireplace you had fallen asleep in front of countless times.
Anthony was leaning against the archway in the front hall, watching you take everything in again. His hair was messed up from the wind outside, and he had since tugged his tie from his neck, leaving the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone.
‘Welcome home’ indeed.
part three
notes: yeah this series is turning out longer than i thought… part 3 features a heart to heart and maybe even *shocked face* actual plot instead of paragraphs of pining ????? ignore any plot holes btw we are writing based off vibes and my love for this fictional character WOOOOO
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steventhusiast · 9 months
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OH MY GOD!!! I NEED MORE ITALIAN STEVE! HIS ACCENT?? I CAN JUST IMAGINE IT AND IM LITERALLY MELTING AHH
okay so my thinking is steve is staying with robin and eddie for a few months because he wants to live in the US to be closer to robin and needs to scout out jobs and possible apartments. so he and eddie start dating because they have a few months together and steve is planning to move to the US anyway. so the preface for this is they are already dating, have been for a few weeks probably. steve decides to take eddie to the only authentic italian restaurant he could find because he wants to show eddie real italian food
and i recently found out about the 'rules' around having a cappuccino in italy from a tiktok and it made me laugh so take whatever this is:
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"why are you looking nervous?" steve asks as they sit across from each other. he reaches one hand out to squeeze eddie's, and offers him a reassuring smile.
"oh, just- this is a fancy restaurant." eddie explains, and looks around at the well-decorated room they're in. when steve had said he would take care of the next date, eddie doesn't know what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn't a restaurant that he has to wear a semi-formal shirt to.
he's a broke college student, so his idea of fancy is going to the diner that hasn't got a broken window instead of the one that's kind of falling apart. he feels out of his depth.
"yes. it is... um, real? real italian food." steve smiles at him, and eddie nods slowly.
"you said you're paying, right?" he checks, because he's looking at the menu and if he's paying for his meal he needs to order.. probably just bread if he's honest.
"of course i am paying," steve says and rolls his eyes. he makes a tsk sound after a second of eddie still looking hesitant, "money is no problem, eddie."
eddie looks at him for a couple seconds, and then nods slowly. fine. if steve's paying, it's fine. it's quiet for a second as eddie finally lets himself look at the pasta section of the menu, opting for something safe. if steve's paying, he's going to order something he knows he'll eat.
"what's gnocchi?" he questions, and looks up to see steve just watching him with that tiny little smile he gets sometimes. it always makes eddie feel like he's the centre of steve's world, and it's a little overwhelming in a good way.
steve snorts at eddie's pronunciation, and corrects him gently.
"gnocchi is... dumpling made from potato." steve explains simply, and eddie squints down at the menu for another second before steve adds on, "i think you will enjoy."
eddie nods decisively, and it's that moment that a waitress loops around to their table. she puts down the drinks they'd ordered when they arrived (a water for eddie, a campari, whatever that is, for steve) and asks if they're ready to order.
"yes! i will have ragu alla bolognese, please." steve requests, and the waitress's eyes light up a bit.
"parla italiano?" she asks steve, and he nods and exchanges a few lines of italian with her. eddie feels very lost, and when the waitress redirects her gaze to him, he feels an embarrassed heat in his cheeks. he knows he's about to butcher the pronunciation of this dish. couldn't even say gnocchi right the first time.
"i'll have the, uh, gnocchi alla.. sorrentina?" he says slowly, and the waitress just nods with a smile. he feels more relaxed, less embarrassed.
"and would you like a drink other than water with your meal, sir?"
eddie quickly looks over the drinks selection on the menu and nods. he hadn't ordered a proper drink earlier, because he had been worried about money, but now he's feeling a coffee.
"a cappuccino please." he smiles at the waitress, and she and steve both blink at him a couple times. the embarrassment is back, "what? what'd i do?" he asks steve.
"you are sure you want.. cappuccino? with pasta? at eight o clock?" he checks. eddie nods slowly.
"okay! you're sure you don't want a different coffee, sir?" the waitress checks, and eddie shakes his head even slower. he knows he's missing something here, but he's not sure what. "okay! okay. sure."
and with that confusing interaction, the waitress walks off to the kitchen and looks as if she steels herself before walking in.
"what did i do?" eddie asks, redirecting his wide eyes to steve, who looks like he's holding back giggles.
"it is hard to explain," steve offers, and the giggles start to seep through as he tries to explain anyway, "cappuccino is morning coffee, not evening coffee."
eddie's still lost, and steve reaches for his hand again and gives it a gentle squeeze.
"in my culture, there is rules about food and drink. not- not real rules.. um...." steve pauses as he searches for the right word and comes up empty.
"standards?" eddie tries, and steve shrugs and nods.
"standards. cappuccino is for breakfast. it has... lot of milk. it is bad for, uhh, digestione."
eddie flushes bright red and covers his face with his hands.
"i embarrassed myself." he whines, "at a fancy restaurant you took me to because you're lovely, i messed it up!"
he keeps his hands there for a second, but steve giggles some more and gently moves eddie's hands away.
"no, eddie. well- maybe if we are in italy you messed up, but we are in america. it is fine."
eddie still feels a little embarrassed, but steve is smiling at him with something sparkling in his eyes. he looks... unbelievably fond.
"if you say so." eddie sighs, and steve's eyes crinkle up at the corners as his smile widens.
"i do say so. and i am always right, so. no embarrassment!"
"okay, okay.." eddie starts giggling with steve at the whole situation.
if he ever visits italy, he's gonna have to brush up on these strange food rules.
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bytez4life · 1 year
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Aomine, Kise, and Murasakibara god they are just amazing but you know whats even more amazing about them when they refuse to admit they're a little spoon/sub its adorable and i love them so much omg
aomine, kise + murasakibara
tw; none
a/n; OH WOW YES </3 GREAT IDEA ANON + u didn't specify pronouns so i used gn, hope ur ok with that!
(+ i didn't want to include the sub part in this request, you can submit another one asking that if you want!)
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aomine
- oh my god this one is the most stubborn one
- he 100% tries to put up the "im an alpha male >:(" front
- *gags internally*
- he finds comfort in your hugs, and he's yet to find out about your cuddles
- anyways, this man loves naps way too much
- (probably stayed up all night beating his me-)
- invites you over one day thinking you guys could just chill
- so how did he get into this situation?
~
"y/n, why are you like this?"
aomine grumbled, face tucked into your chest. he had mentioned once, only once, and now he was on his bed forced into this too-comfortable position.
"mm, you mentioned wanting to take a nap, so that's what we're doing."
"arg, yeah, but why are you the one holding me?!"
"because i can."
aomine let out a frustrated grunt, attempting to push himself up. he was soon pulled back down when you hooked an arm around his neck, making him lose his balance.
"stop whining like a baby, you're making the bed cold!"
accepting his fate, he allowed you to wrap your arms around him. despite his constant whining, both of you knew deep down he wanted this.
he's a tsundere, but he's your tsundere.
kise
- this mf would be too energetic man
- he's so talkative you'd probably have to tape his mouth shut to have a full night of sleep
- well i headcanon as someone who had to be that manly person because of his fangirls
- (yeah ik he hates them but who doesn't like praise + attention?)
- and he wants to impress you and keep you happy
- so one day after he got hit particularly hard by kasamatsu
- he came crying to you, so you did the only thing that made sense
~
"come here kise, why are you just standing there? didn't you say you wanted to cuddle?"
he looked at your expression for any sign of trickery, yes he did want to cuddle you but were you sure you wanted to hold him?
"like that? don't you want me to- AAAH!"
tired of his rambling, you had promptly picked him up and thrown him on the bed, flopping next to him. before he could protest, you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his neck.
"shut up already, just relax alright? i don't know whats going on in that pretty brain of yours, but you can let it go for now."
oh yeah, he's definitely getting you flowers tomorrow.
~
murasakibara
- dude, the least concerned about what position he's in
- he just wants snacks and sweet candy
- unfortunately, that constant snacking finally caught up to him
- when his mom texted you if you would take your big baby of a boyfriend to get some cavities removed
- 😀⁉️
- you agreed nonetheless
- waiting outside of the room was a little stressful
- very funny when he finally came out, a sleepy giant of a man just allowing you to pull him along to the car
- when you got home you made him change the cotton pads in his mouth and rinse his mouth
- unbeknownst to you, you were about to deal with THE biggest baby in the world
~~
"but y/n-chin i want candy!"
"atsushi, no. the dentist said you could only eat solid food in 24 hours, which includes candy." you scolded, trying your hardest to push him back into your shared room. surprisingly, he was compliant when he was under anesthesia, allowing you to guide him to the large bed.
he sat on the edge while watching you with dazed eyes as you rushed around trying to get him prepared for bed.
"y/n-chin looks pretty."
that definitely threw you for a loop, choking on air as you fumbled with the clothes in your arms,
"uh, thank you you do too. now, lift your arms so i can change your clothes."
after you finished the tiring task, you flopped on the bed with a sigh ready to take a nap. you soon felt a hand grip your waist, and before you could look up murasakibara had already placed his head on your stomach and fell fast asleep.
--
"i did not do that."
"you totally did."
murasakibara narrowed his eyes at your form, reluctantly sipping on a smoothie you made him.
"i did not, you're making it up."
"then explain this."
you whipped out your phone, holding it up with a satisfied smirk. there on the screen was the purple-haired giant snuggled up on your midsection as you held him in your arms.
"why did you take pictures?"
"atsushi stop dodging the obvious and admit that you did do it."
"no."
"well i guess you arent getting any snacks from me-"
"im sorry."
"that's better."
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a/n: someone asked me this, but if you get ideas from me please tag me! its not really for credit but i want to see what you guys make <3
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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months
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May I please have a request of head cannons of TADC crew dealing with a clingy kid reader
Like two of them are basically plushies (Jax and Ragtha)
And please do take your time
TADC cast x clingy!kid!reader (platonic!)
YAHOO!! my back hurts but its okay because i drew my oc looking... (checks notes) "cunty" (doesnt know if theyre using the word right) anyways gonna knock out a few more requests; got that one friendship is witchcraft song playing on loop in my headphones so im typing like a speed demon rn RAAAAAAh
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CAINE:
honestly hes probably the same with you, though like. with his eyes; he keeps an eye on you at all times. like i can easily caine being kind of negligent when it comes to kids and letting them get into harms way, but i also adore the idea of him fretting over you and trying to keep you safe. does not mind your clinginess, not one bit. always keeps close in IHAs, in fact we may even be able to joke that hes now a participant in his own games! he does it for both of your comforts, and to make sure you dont get hurt.. in cases where he cant be around, for whatever reason, he promotes bubble to babysitter to keep an eye on you; i think! reads you bedtime stories every night
POMNI:
i think i may have mentioned this a few times but pomni can get a little uncomfortable around kids; kids can be really wild and/or horrifically honest with no filter and pomni does not have the mental strength to cope, digital world or not/lh
with that being said it would take her a while to get used to you gravitating around her; i dont think she would tell you to leave her alone though. i mean, she tries to put herself in your shoes. shes losing her mind in this place and shes brand new and a grown woman. how is this effecting you? so she sticks around and just. embraces it, i think. probably checks in on you when you go to bed... kind of pauses when you ask her to stay, be it because you dont want her to go or because youre scared of monsters under the bed i think she would ultimately stay by your bed in a chair and watch over you
RAGATHA:
good news for hugging her, shes very soft thanks to the fact that shes literally a doll! honestly its rare that she would tell you to step aside so she can do something; plus like caine she generally likes to keep an eye on you to make sure youre not getting into trouble or danger,,, makes you plushies so you hang onto them when shes away and you miss her. like caine she also has a bedtime routine with you. maybe its because i just watched some adventure time today, but the ritual would be similar to sweet p's bedtime ritual (bedtime cheek kisses, tucking in, reassuring that youre loved ect ect ect) idk i just think ragatha would have that kind of energy when caring for a kid reader, clingy or not
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JAX:
one of the two characters who might get annoyed by your clinginess, especially in the beginning (oh boy i sure wonder who the other one is (looks at zooble)) and he might try to push you away and shoo you when you try to stick around him. might feel a little bad when he sees the sad look in your eyes when you turn away and walk away. jax, feeling bad for once? now thats rare
might try to bond with you by trying to teach you his ways of trickery; no one wants to see a kid sad, especially in a place like this and i dont think jax would be immune to your pouty face. older brother and little sibling dynamic, i think! i genuinely cannot see jax being fatherly, tbh
KINGER:
DAD KINGER DAD KINGER; do i need to say more? honestly kinger is very clingy himself with the people he cares about, given that hes lost so much he wants to make sure that those he cares about are still safe and sound. if anything, you might be the one asking him to dial it down a notch!/j
lets you snuggle up into him during bedtime stories, i think! like while the others who read to you would be sitting on a chair next to the bed, kinger would be close enough for you to lean into him if that makes sense. generally very sweet to you too, i think!
ZOOBLE:
the other one who would be a little annoyed by how clingy you are, again, especially in the beginning. zooble seems to really value their own personal time and space so its likely that they would try to set up a boundary; so you probably arent going to be able to spend every waking moment with them... that said i dont think they would exactly be... mean to you... like they dont hate you, they just tend to get irritated by small things! makes very clear communication, which is an important thing to learn! teaching moment! also cannot see them picking up a parental role, i can see them being the cool but angsty older sibling tbh. probably kind of freezes up when you hug them but does not push you away. does care deeply for you, just shows it in their own unique way
GANGLE:
oh you probably accidentally drag her around without fully meaning to! i mean im not sure how old the reader is, but lets say theyre on the younger side and they dont fully. mean to just drag gangle across the room. i mean its not like youre dragging her across the floor, at least! plus gangle is just so light, given that shes totally made of ribbon in the digital world. she doesnt really mind all the much, though... even if she did im not sure if she would speak up... lets you come and go into her room whenever, since sometimes you just miss her and she has enough trust in you not to mess with anything + sometimes you guys do arts and crafts together! yipee!
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brklynbb · 9 months
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COULD U DO DALLY X SHY READER HCS??
HI HI HI im so so so sorry this took so long to answer!!! ive been a busy little beaver
also i made the reader insanely shy im so sorry. idek if it counts as shy atp, the reader is so sociallly awkward and anxious so im sorry if this isn’t what you wanted :(
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stupid cupid
dallas x shy reader hcs
cw — shy!reader, mentions of fighting, mentions of the reader being referred to as a ‘broad’ idk
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- honestly??? he probably didn’t like you at first
- he goes for people like him. cold, tough, loud
- so when he first met you, he was… shocked, to say the least
- you weren’t really much of a talker around him, and everytime he tried to start a conversation, it was instantly shut down
- he truly thought you were really cute, so he kept trying to make conversation
- whenever he’d see you walking down the street and he’d wolf whistle at you, and you wouldn’t say anything, but you’d blush slightly and that would be enough for him to continue doing it
- he slowly went from shocked, to in awe
- he’d never met someone so shy and easily flustered
- eventually, you warmed up to him, as well, and when we he’d try and start a conversation, you’d be a bit more engaged
- after some time, he’d ask you out, saying something along the lines of ‘hey doll, i was thinkin’ you and me head to the nightly double or somethin’. what do you think?”
- he thought the movies were a perfect place for you two to bond, because it wouldn’t mean awkward conversation for you, but he’d still be able to hold your hand and stuff and form a bond
- he’s just thoughtful like that
- no im kidding, he’s not that smart, he just asked johnny how he could ask out a ‘cute looking broad who hates talking’, and johnny just said ‘I dunno, take them to the movies or something.”
- but fast forward a lot, you guys start dating :)
- he always drags you to parties, in which you don’t really engage in conversation
- dallas probably walks around the party talking to people the whole time, or playing pool, and you follow him around and his friends talk to you a lot
- you hook two of your fingers through the belt loop on his jeans so you don’t lose him whenever you guys walk together
- sorry that’s adorable
- he thinks you’re so cute, but absolutely hated introducing you to the gang because of the way you act in conversations, and how the gang is so rowdy and would probably make you even more shy than you are
- it’s fine though because johnny is also a bit timid, so you guys got along
- you reminded the gang of johnny, so they loved you
- dallas isn’t gentle with you when you’re dating, like he’s not soft and doesn’t try and treat you different than he would someone who’s a bit less shy
- idk, if ur anything like me, you’d find it a bit humiliating to be treated differently because you’re on the shyer side, so you’re glad he doesn’t try and be extra soft towards you
- you got what you wanted, authentic dallas Winston
- you take care of Dallas a lot whenever he gets hurt in fights or rumbles
- he trusts you more than anyone
- he probably likes you so much because you’re so much like Johnny. different circumstances obviously, and he’s shy for much different and sad reasons, but you’re still quiet and you try your best to stay out of trouble just like him
- a lot of people think dallas would go for more tough greasera who are extroverted and love parties and talking, but i think he’d go for someone like you, like johnny as well
- i mean there’s a reason he’s best friends with johnny and not steve or soda, for example
- overall he cares abt you so much and takes you under his wing, & although it doesn’t seem like it, he’s very very happy with his shy partner :)
anyway i cant think of anything else to write!!!! im sry this is so bad i have writers block but it’s already been in my drafts for soooo long
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luv4divineruler · 11 months
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well needed sleep
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request: hiii, can i request a fluffy one shot with Kai? thank you 🥰❤️
absolutely! though the ending is definitely ass lmao
MOVED TO @spectr3inl0ve
Prompts: angst 35, fluff 41 and 60 (bolded)
contains ⚠️: soft!kai anderson x fem!reader, kai being unusually sweet, like half an ounce of angst
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“Order to go for Y/N!” the server behind the counter called, placing a bag of food onto it. “That’s me!” you called, moving forward to grab the brown bag, thanking the server. you exited the Butchery On Main and got into your little silver car, carefully placing the food on the floor of the passenger side. the stars in the night sky winked at you as you looked up at them through the windshield. you whipped out your phone, dialing your boyfriends number. you balance you phone on you thigh as you start the car. the sound of the phone ringing filled the silence as you drove to kais house. After a few more rings, he picks up. “hey baby, i picked up some food from ally’s restaurant for you.” you said in a cheery voice, “okay.” kai said, a roughness to his voice that wasnt there a few days ago. as you stopped at a red light, you asked, “kai? are you okay? you sound-” you were cut off by kai hanging up. frowning, you turned the radio on. it wasnt unusual for kai to hang up on you without saying bye, but it still slightly surprised you every time.
you pull into the andersons driveway, quietly humming to yourself as you take the key out of the ignition, shutting the radio and lights off. you grab the bag and open the car door, walking to the front door. after you let yourself in, you check the kitchen and dining room for kai. you stood in the dining room, sighing as you set the food down. kai wasnt there, he was probably in the basement though.
“kai?” you called out as you made your way down the narrow steps of the basement staircase. “in here,” you heard kai call back, his voice still rough. at the bottom of the staircase, you saw kai slouched against the couch, arms by his side, head thrown back and eyes looking up at the ceiling. you made your way over to him, plonking down next to him. he didnt look at you, not even when you put a hand on his thigh. “are you okay?” you ask. kai was never not doing something. he lifted his head to face you, his eyes furrowing. he looked terrible; violet and black hues under his dark eyes. when he didnt respond, you asked again, “kai, are you okay?”. His eyebrows furrowed further.
“do these dark circles under my eyes say nothing to you about how im doing?”
you bite your lip, as you remove your hand from his thigh and loop your fingers through his own, looking down. “im going to assume you havent had dinner?” you hesitated, to which kai nodded. “Okay, the foods upstairs, want me to bring it down?”
Kai slightly frowned and shook his head. “soo do you wanna go upstairs with me then?” you gestured to the stairs. “no.” kai huffed. “so what then?” you mused, finding his slight difficultness amusing. “im not hungry, Bunny.” the blue-haired man sighed, turning his head to face the other way.
“what? kai, you need to eat something.”
“but im not hungry,”
“i dont care, kai”
“whatever, im too tired to eat anyways.”
“well you need to eat something before you sleep.”
“no i dont.”
“fine, let me bring you to your room at least.”
you stood up, your hand still holding his. with a sigh of defeat, he heaved himself up, his posture noticeably sluggish. you led him up the stairs and to his room, easing the door open before almost dragging him inside. you hadnt bothered to turn on the light, and as soon as he reached the closest side of the bed, he climbed into it, groaning sleepily. when he found a comfy position to lay in, you kissed him on the cheek before exiting. just as you made it to the door, you heard kai say something in a muffled voice. “hm?” you turned around to face his bed. “come here. i cant sleep.” you sighed, walking back over to his side. you crouched down so you could view his face, though it was no use due to the lack of light. “You havent even tried,” you giggled. kai moved over to the other side of the bed, dragging you with him. “kai!” you laugh, trying to pull away from his arms trapping you to his chest. “sleep here tonight. please?” he mumbles, drowsiness making his words slur a bit. “but-” you start to protest, “its like you dont even love me,” kai teases, pouting in exaggeration. "i cant sleep without you. i need my personal body heater and cuddles." he says softly. defeated, you drape your arms around his waist. “fine.” you mumble back, looking up, your heart warming when you find him already looking into yours. “i love you. you enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” you tell him. kai hums back contently, closing his eyes. he pulls you impossibly closer, kissing the top of your head before slowly drifting into a well-needed slumber.
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luffyvace · 3 months
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Chrollo Lulcifer x outgoing reader
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no gender specified here so i guess you can count it as gn. btw this is separate from my phantom troupe hcs i’m planning on grouping those :)
(for the record I will still do the rest of the poll results just wanted to post some hxh content as I haven’t in a while <3)
enjoy<3
seeing as though your outgoing if you didn’t meet from the troupe you probably came up to him first
but for these headcanons im gonna go with a reader who’s in the troupe
and childhood friends troupe too :)
ngl your special
your just as important to him as pakunoda
and canonly she was dear to him
so when you came up to him all excited about those tapes they were doing
something sparked in him and he wanted to be your friend instantly
back then you had to be careful who you trust
so he didn’t rush in and become best friends with you overnight
but he definitely enjoyed the time he spent with you
you even got a few episodes in the tapes!!
that was the happiest moment of your childhood
back to present 😋
Chrollo doesn’t mind your need to be active and in fact it’s motivating to him to be as well
he takes you out to as many events and outings as you want
although i’ll say he’s more reserved so your doing the talking and he’s doing the nodding and smiling
he doesn’t mind when you have plans with your friends but just make sure to make time for him
it’ll make him feel lonely if your out having fun and he’s just sitting around with the realization that he has no friends
that’s not in the troupe anyway
its like despite being in the troupe you’d still manage to find a somewhat normal life
he kind of envies that
to be able to still have a sort of morals and such
and not be alienated, y’know?
having a sense of self, in a way.
he does suggest more indoor or private dates and activities
and as much as you love him you just would prefer going out and doing something fun
so he finds loop wholes :)
mounting climbing! your still out and about but your alone!
and since your in the troupe he doesn’t worry about falling much
seeing as though you can handle your own
still keeps and eye out for you though
especially if your not the strongest physically
you also put forth effort for more one on one dates
like watching movies in the bed
its perfect for when your sleepy especially
like you have a whole routine of fun yet tiring mini adventures
and then you get to come back and cuddle with your lover 💗
isn’t that sweet?!
your probably a physically affectionate person
you can give him as much affection in private as you want
with just you two, you can kiss on the cheek, lips, forehead, hands, neck, hug him, cuddle, whatever!
in public it’s more so just occasional cheek kisses, holding onto his arm and holding hands
sometimes you turn things into a game or your just really playful
splashing in the supposed to be a romantic bath
hoping on his back and making him give you a piggyback ride on what was supposed to be a romantic walk
he loves you though, so he never says anything about it
it doesn’t really irk him like that anyway
its another one of those
‘it’s you, so it’s endearing’ moments
buys you all kinds of gifts
typical for chrollo headcanons but i just had to mention it
oh did i say buy?
i meant steal
its not like you don’t know or anything
especially since your in the troupe yourself
i will say pda is hands off in front of the troupe
hes the boss, and your boss, and needs to keep up a reputation
he’s cried in front of the troupe before in that one scene
so it’s not really him being afraid to be vulnerable
it’s just that this is business
he needs to focus
not kisses and cuddles right now. okay honey?
he talks over the troupe’s next moves with you before telling the other members
even more so if your highly intelligent or good at planning
alr im gonna end it here<3
it’s a little bit short but i think it’s a decent length🧍‍♀️. anyway i’m gonna work on some more drafts now cyaa! hope you enjoyed💓
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reotacchii · 11 months
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・─ pairing : Sampo Koski x F!reader
・─ synopsis : Beyond the snow, a man were covered. A girl came to bring forth warm for the man in snow.
・─ genre : Oneshots, just- fluff ig(?), and the reader probably a bit clingy (im touch deprived)
・─ a/n : This man is just something.. He's so likable then at another point he were so cowardy. Then our first encounter with him ingame just gave me motivation with that exact plot, this is why I write a fics of him-
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Under the seamless loop features the snows falling, you'll found a pile of snow. It's common for the snows to be stacked around, but not when those managed to look moving around and shaking even.
A bit of suspicion will come inside your head, you assuming there might be something under it. Much to your curiosity, you'll start a conversation with it — and ofcourse be alarmed if in anycase you might faces a random mob around.
Starting off by you knocked on the top of the pile and you let out your voice, "Hello? Someone in there?"
A reply soon come after, as the pile began to cracking up, a figure rising up and it'll soon revealing a man figure standing infront of you. The man would saw you infront of him, completely alerted that you are a stranger or perhaps a bypasser of his life at some point, but may as well a potential customer of his! New customer means new business partner, right? Who wouldn't take this chance anyway?
"I may likely to be embarrassed if I were found by a beauty on this state, eh-" he blurted out, showing his embarrassment by scratching the back of his head. You somehow find it goofy of this guy, which you'll reply to his previous saying with a chuckles. "You seem to be precious, then how about an introduction? I'm Sampo Koski. With me by your side, you've got a businessman, chaperon, and problem-solving conversationalist all in one! Care for a business with me, you..?"
"Oh! I'm Y/N, then it's good to meet you," you said with a smiles, it's rare to have an odd encounter this way, so you were amused and ofcourse you'll take this as a good sign, "And.. N-no.. I'm nothing of a rich, but putting the business matter aside, you seem really cold; and also shivering. I'll invite you as a guest to my house, follow me Sampo!". Without any further ado, you'll take one of his hand and invite you to his house.
Sampo wasn't expecting this from any strangers at all, but soon he'll go along with your doings and find your genuine kindness as a breathe of fresh air. If you were to know about him, he's a cunning guy full of trickery — making him the most hated guy on both Underworld and Overworld. Sampo get to used being treated not so highly, but when he's with you, he seems to be surprised by how caring you are.
There, how's your relationship with him began. Ever since the first encounter, Sampo would occasionally visited your house to warm himself or to eat your iconic soup (excluding the fact he think of your house as a safehouse from those Silvermane Guard). You'll always welcomed him, because to you, Sampo is very cheerful and you really love his bright energy that lit up the house. Your house never felt lonely ever since then and Sampo is very chatty that you can't get bored even at the slightest by his story.
A couple times of his visit, he would bring you some gifts. You are out of your finger to count of how much gifts he gave to you. Mostly are a silly thing such as card game, board game, or sometimes his handmade bomb (nothing dangerous definitely 💀), but there this day where you realize of your own feeling for him..
A usual knock on your house door would alarmed you to greet the person as soon as possible. It's easy to keep track of who's coming to your home because the barely visitors or guest on your house; so during this time, you'll soon know who's infront your door right now. Ofcourse none other than Sampo himself, the one you always await for and once you meet his gaze, you'll squeal in excitement followed by you goes straight to hug him.
The first time you were doing this would makes Sampo very unaware of himself, the lacks of physical contact he had in life only made him gets all embarrassed; especially the woman he grow a feelings with comes to doing it. Even till this day, he always let himself loose and defenseless just for you to hug him, he always find it very comforting when the warmth of your body comes to meet his.
"So.. What kind of gifts you bring todayyy? Star cards? Snowflakes charms? Or a storytells session!" you cooed happily, still not letting off from him.
"Hmm.. Always stay curious like the usual y/n do, eh? Waiting no longer, precious; the Sampo Koski comes up with a stash of war! However.." he said and slowing down his voice on the last exclamation, "You cannot open it yet — not before I leave this place first, bye Y/N!"
・─ extras : So like- when I mentioned a handmade bomb, I instantly thought that he would have a proud face when he about to gift it to you LOL. (YEAHH DRAWING CHIBI SAMPO JUST FOR YALL PRECIOUS READER 💕💕)
As you were blinked your eyes in one second, he disappeared. Like a ghost, he always disappear in any moment and mostly odd that he gone off very quickly than usual. He probably on a rush with his work today, you thought. You get to used it anyway.
So back to when you're inside and about to open the gift, you notice how well made the present are; judging from the outer appearance of the way he wrapped it, the little bow on top, similar to Christmas gift presents. You would say is the most good looking present ever, unlike the usual gifts you would get back then. The previous present from him are mostly straightforward and never been wrapped by anything, but this time he rather keep it.. Mysterious. As if you need to guess on something what might be inside, to keep you curious!
As soon as you opened it, it reveals a wooden box with a photo on top of it. A photo that appear with two person in it, you and Sampo — seems happy to be with eachother company. You wonder on who's taking this photo, isn't like both of you were captured in one picture? But then, you realize that the active pink-haired girl name March 7th is most likely to took that picture and give it to Sampo.
Next will be the wooden box that once you open it, it'll popping up a tiny dancer spinning in circle as a chirpy soft tunes began to playing. It's a musical box.
Listening to the musical box as you staring on the picture at the same time somehow made your heart feel so warm and fuzzy. You'll never realize how huge your smile is or how bright you can be, not until this picture. You also began to take a hint of Sampo appearance, he really are.. Attractive. His rather worried-like eyebrow and his deep emerald eyes gives off such a charm. The way his smiles formed, it always make you feel happy whenever you're looking at it.
You fell for him.
The next day, he'll visit you again. But this time, upon your realization of your own feelings, you dont want him to know about it. If he doesn't feel the same way, it might ruins your relationship with him and the most hurt part is that you'll be lonely again. You dont want to lose him..
But this exact reason also make you to distance yourself a bit from him. Sampo also began to realize how less of clingy you are, you seem to be down lately too.
"Y/n.. You know I care a lot about you, you are my precious friend and I will be here to listen to your problem. Is there anything that bother you?" Sampo began to broke off the silence.
"I-I.. Nothing, you don't need to worry about me! I'm perfectly fine, see?" you exclaimed as you chuckles, completely forced a tiny laugh.
Sampo took an initiative, he'll proceed to hold both of your hand; noticing the size differences of your hand with his make your heart beating so fast. Why would everything he does make your heart always beat so fast?! "Listen to me, I care a lot about you and.. How do I say this but, I don't want to lose you.. You're the only one who understands me" the way he formed his helpless look, you cannot help but to soften at him.
His hands are so warm, you really wish thing could stay longer. Maybe this is the right time to confess.. But in truth, nothing called a right time without an action, you must do it now!
"Sampo, I cannot think both of us as friends anymore," you exclaimed with a serious look on your face.
Somehow, those words feel like a stung to his heart, it crack his heart a bit.. As if he feel like about to cry, but he can't. He's way too surprised and speechless to say anything.
"I-I.. I really really like you — no, I love you!" you said quickly then proceed to hide your face in embarrassment. There, you finally confess in the most straightforward yet barely romantic at all (like how rizz-less the author is). "I'm sorry, if you dont feel the same way, you can tell-"
A hand would pull both of your hands away from your face, you can't even stare at his face anymore but he would raise your chin to looking up at him. Sampo took the opportunity to give you a quick yet very sweet kiss on your lip. "Y/n.. I, Sampo Koski, also declared that I fell for you so hard ever since the day I laid my eyes on you, I love you and i'm truly happy you feel the same way as I did"
You teared up a bit, you are more than happy to have him as the love of your life. As you both exchanging hugs and a couple of pat on the head, both of you would giggling and smiling like an idiot. Followed with you says,
"You always full tons of surprises"
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