#they kept looking like goofy men lmao

[enaspaces]

my shuri headcanons 𓃠

a dump of my thoughts because i love her and she’s taken over my mind

• on the trans/nonbinary spectrum. more specifically a demigirl and doesn’t care what pronouns you use on him. owns a binder for specific days that she wants her chest to look flat.

• very lesbian. her heart is for women and non-men 🏳️‍🌈

• i view her as a stud or a stem. it depends on how i’m feeling atm.

• she’s not just a nerd in the science sense she’s a huge fandom geek and has a stan twitter account to talk about her interests.

• also has fan edits of her favorite characters and interests saved on her phone. probably makes her own edits too.

• average minecraft enjoyer (she’s obsessed)

• reads a lot of wlw comics, novels, and other media bc they’re a gay ass.

• has AuDHD, argue with ur mama.

• is almost always seen wearing noise cancelling headphones or earbuds because she gets overstimulated at times. when she visits riri in chicago for the first time, the constant loud city noise is something he’s not used to. he had forgot to pack the headphones he made for himself so riri makes him a custom made pair to help him relax. they end up using riri’s more than their own. (riri indulgently put small cat ears on the top of them and shuri almost cried at the sight).

• catgirl energy. riri may make her look tall but that’s still a 5’5 girl twink that stopped growing at age 13. she’s small and likes to sit on counters, lab tables, the floor and any other weird place that’s not meant to be sat on. she curls up in a ball when she sleeps alone, and if she’s in the bed with someone else her limbs are all over their body. has cute sounding sneezes that m’baku makes fun of her for. one of the lab workers once found her asleep in a random corner of the room. naturally very light-footed and basically has human toe beans, making it very easy to sneak up on people without them hearing.

• has quite a few fidget toys to help her focus on work in the lab and ease her anxiety. a rubik’s cube, fidget spinners, stress ball, pop its, etc.

• she stims. so much. especially after she successfully completes a task or experiment and she’ll do a dance or do the lil hand flapping thing. her vocal stims are always random song lyrics or tiktok meme audios lol.

• has a sweet tooth. when okoye was a dora she’d occasionally bring candy or other sweets for her to snack on. riri goes to the store and buys him all the popular american snacks for him to try. nakia always has a mini stash prepared for when they visit her and toussaint in haiti.

• favorite color is purple. it just suits her.

• a GAMER™. she plays all genres but her favs are probably minecraft, puzzle, or rhythm games. did i mention minecraft? she loves it. riri loves rpgs and pvp games the most and has her play smash bros ultimate pretty often. they’re super competitive with each other and both sore losers lmao. shuri got her to play minecraft once and riri kept getting blown up by creepers.

• ↑ she becomes super close with mj, ned, and vivian through riri. they’re always on discord vc together playing games and doing many other things and it’s the most chaotic shit you’ve ever seen.

• if the word ticklish was personified. simply elbowing her in the stomach on accident would get a giggle outta her. every ticklish spot she has is extremely sensitive and you could have her curled up cackling in tears with ease.

• funny as hell for no reason. life of the party fr. she takes her jokester persona very seriously but sometimes she’s hilarious without even trying. the first time she ever smoked weed was with riri in her dorm and riri never laughed so hard in her life that day. shuri was literally all over the place. she’s definitely a lightweight too, just as goofy, giggly, and clingy in her drunken state.

• definitely likes kpop girl groups. I can’t prove it but they love loona you just have to trust me.

• also loves vocaloid and has a hatsune miku figure in her room somewhere. trust me on that.

• has a list of favorite black american artists. riri definitely put her on some r&b classics and less mainstream artists. has a massive celebrity crush on black women rappers.

• music taste is very versatile. her playlist has almost everything. she just can’t listen to one genre only, she’s too open minded and exploratory for that.

• he’s not one to fall in love easily, but when he does he falls hard. riri was the first person he ever fell for and it changed the trajectory of his life, poor thing had no idea what to do with that information.

• a romantic, lovesick loser. cannot flirt to save his life. flustering him is so fucking easy lmao. riri once called him shawty and he malfunctioned for 5 minutes. whenever he’s on the phone with riri his crush is genuinely so obvious to everyone around him. he be giggling and cheesing real hard 😭. kicking his feet squealing on the bed when he’s alone thinking about the cute nickname riri called him.

• her love language is acts of service and gift giving. she’s not always good with words or emotions so she expresses her appreciation towards her loved ones by distributing her wealth in many ways. buying riri things she might need for college, fixing stuff that breaks in nakia’s home. things like that.

• has trouble being vulnerable with those close to her. she’s lost so much, so opening up to new people is always a scary, big step. it took a while for her to let mj, ned, and viv into her heart because the closer she becomes with them, the more it’ll hurt if she loses them. they take her in with open arms regardless, because having a support system with people her age is something she needs. they take her seriously in ways that the elders don’t. they see her for who she is outside of being a royal figure to her country and allows her to be her full, authentic, geeky self. she’s able to grasp onto the youth that she almost lost when her family was taken away.

• very talkative. can infodump about an interest for hours and completely lose track of time if you let them. they cannot stay still when excited, nor can they keep eye contact, pacing around the room and darting their eyes everywhere while rambling about the history of vibrainium or something.

• maladaptive daydreaming. will lose herself in a song and start imagining scenarios in her head. t’challa once caught her in the act and refused to delete the video footage. sometimes, she pulls up the video her brother recorded just to hear his laughter in the background.

#shuri #shuri udaku #ven’s headcanons #shuriri #black panther #wakanda forever #shuri imagine

[silmaspens]

Day Two of Tolkien South Asian Week- Gondolin & Balrogs

#featuring Galdor #homeboi is ready to knock some heads #man the balrogs were hard to design #they kept looking like goofy men lmao #lazy backgrounds get the job done #tolkiensaweek #silmart #my art #tolkien #Fall of Gondolin #galdor #gondolin #balrogs

[bakidose]

— TOKYO REV ## RANDOM HCS

alternate title: tr men and random headcanons i have abt some of them

characters included: ran haitani / sanzu haruchiyo / hanma shuji / manjiro sano / baji keisuke / takemichi hanagaki

warnings: a bit suggestive / mostly sfw tho / crack cocaine for sanzu / humour / gn! reader / ooc maybe?? idk thats up to u to decide lol

a/n: these were the only characters i could think of hcs for off the top of my head shhh. n e ways weewoo my first official contribution to the tr fandom, enjoy :p

% SHUJI HANMA %

he's the type to fake bang you.

doesn't matter where you are, who you're with or what you're doing– the moment he sees you bent down, hes getting all up behind you and thrusting full force 💀

you've had to start kneeling and squatting down to reach for things instead after one incident. living in fear everyday that hanma may one day pull a bluff on your poor, vulnerable ass right in front of your friends and family 😟

"shuji PLEASE im trying to take this dish out of the oven"

"hm? sorry~. i cant help myself when you're all bent down like that just for me ♡ "

you burned your fingers and almost dropped your lasagna all over the floor

all he did in apology was pat your ass and said "it looks good babe 😘"

you still dont know whether he was talking about your ass– or the lasagna

probably both.

% RAN HAITANI %

he makes deez nuts jokes along with his brother rindou LMAO

thinks they're sooo fuckin funny. oh? your legs are broken? lol deez nuts are next 🤣

and whats worse is that rin backs him up too with a shit eating grin, both giggling like lil kids who just made a joke about poo

has never actually fallen for it whenever someone tries though

and even if it were to happen, you wouldnt know.

given the way he just stands there like 🕺 right after he finishes you off with his baton for humiliating him like that in broad daylight

rin: "🙄 cant believe you fell"

ran: "i didnt fa-"

rin: "for deez nuts."

ran: 😃

not only did he fall for deez nuts twice on that day, but he smacked a hoe with his baton twice too

hurt his ego knowing rindou pulled it on him without missing a beat

if you ever asked, it never happened <3

% SANZU %

ACTUALLY served crack before he served his country.

has definitely snorted cocaine off your ass crack to make things more exciting

though one time, you caught him snorting sugar off the kitchen counter. having temporarily taken away his coke stash after he kept waking up next to you high as hell

a credit card, 10,000¥ bill and nose all lined up to take another hit

"what are you doing?? you know you cant-"

"its not."

"huh? the hell you mean its 'not' 🤨"

"its sugar, princess. here~ try it"

"no thanks-"

told you to shut up as he scooped some up with his finger n stuck them in your mouth anyway

it was sugar.

he was snorting glucose up his nostrils.

"WHAT THE FUCK 😃."

you still think he mightve done it just to spite you since youre so worried about his health

you gave him back his shit after that

so it was either him high off the rocks or...yeah <3 he was definitely in a silly goofy mood that day

manz is actually deranged 🚹 middle child behavior if ive ever seen it

% BAJI KEISUKE %

never make a 'your mom' joke at this guy.

ever.

the first n last time some sleezy highschool kid tried to do it to a pre-k baji, they limped outta there the next day looking like they got mauled by several street cats

just never- dont. dont even utter a word about his mom unless youve been feeling alive'nt recently

you can talk smack about baji but never about his momma :<

ranted to peke j about it that night as he was falling asleep

"and i pummeled that asshole! right in his ugly ass mug 😤"

peke j: mrow

"no one!... can talk shit about my mom like that...*snores*"

peke j: mrow

% MIKEY %

still orders the McDonald's happy meal even as an adult

does NOT eat the apple slices :<

he's also another person who enjoys pulling deez nuts jokes on unsuspecting victims...or at least used to ://

*is busy munching on dorayaki*

"hey you know suna?"

"whos that? 😐"

"suna or later deez nuts gonna be in ya' mouth"

k.o'ed on sight. absolutely hates deez nuts jokes now after he fell for one.

draken laughs everytime he recalls it, and mikey refuses to answer any random questions since then

% TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI %

asked chifuyu one time after he did the devils tango with hina on their wedding night

if it was gay to think of another man during it.

"hey so i was wondering... is it gay to think of mikey while i was having sex with hina?"

?????

"huhhh 😕 takemitchy, man i– i mean..bros before hoes right? 😄"

"yeah!! youre right!"

both sat there in silence after

then hakkai walked in, holding his phone that still had mitsuya's now updated side profile picture as his lockscreen

takemichi cried that night 👍🏼

taglist: @katsukichu

© bakidose 2021 — all rights reserved. do not modify, claim, distribute, or steal my work.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers fluff #shuji hanma x reader #shuji hanma x you #shuji hanma x y/n #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani x you #ran haitani x y/n #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x you #sanzu haruchiyo x y/n #baji keisuke x reader #baji keisuke x you #baji keisuke x y/n #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro sano x you #manjiro sano x y/n #takemichi hanagaki x reader #takemichi hanagaki x you #takemichi hanagaki x y/n #i hate writing tags so much.

[dudeandduchess]

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: The Way I Loved You (Angst with Happy Ending, SFW Scenario)

Warnings: Angst with Happy Ending, Toxic Relationship, Arguing, Screaming, Fighting, Kissing in the Rain (lmao), Mild Mysoginy (since this is set in the Taishō Era)

Note: It feels so good to have written this down. Please don’t be too harsh on this piece, as I’m still not in the best condition. I just couldn’t resist not writing it down immediately. 😅💖

***

The wedding was beautiful. At least, it was supposed to be.

It was going to be the wedding of the year— according to all of (Y/n)’s relatives; especially her mother. They parroted those words over and over, until she was so sick to her stomach from having to hear it get dragged out over and over.

The wedding that (Y/n) was planning was supposed to be a big one; after all, it was her dream wedding, to her dream husband. He was so perfect, so incredible— he even got along with the most unhospitable of (Y/n)’s relatives.

Her husband-to-be was just that amazing. He was always there when it mattered, and even when it didn’t matter. She only needed to send him a letter to get him to come to her side. She couldn’t have asked for anyone better.

He was so unlike Kyōjurō.

The name sent a pang through her chest, tugging at her heartstrings in the worst of ways that left her a little teary eyed and shaky. Kyōjurō wasn’t like her betrothed at all, but she couldn’t help but still want him.

She was still so desperately in love with the Flame Hashira, that she had kept putting off her wedding— in the hopes that he would swoop in at the last second and take her away from there. Still, even after months of lying through her teeth about anything and everything that she can with regards to the wedding, she had finally given up.

Accepted that she had made the worst mistake of her life when she told Kyōjurō to never show his face to her again.

“I hate you! I hate everything about you! I hate that I let you hurt me like this; that I let you affect me this much!” She remembered screaming the words at him on the day that they had parted ways.

But, even though she tried to shake the memory away, it still played in her head. A painful memory that had her closing her eyes and rubbing the area just above her heart. “I hate that you’re never there for me! I don’t even see you, Kyōjurō! We’ve been together for years, but I’ve still yet to get a proposal from you! Am I just a good time to you? Someone not worth marrying? Because I gave everything to you, Kyōjurō; everything that would define me as a woman worth marrying.”

She didn’t know what Kyōjurō had been thinking about in that time, but it was obvious that he was also conflicted. Until he closed his eyes and sighed heavily; so heavily that (Y/n) felt her heart sink to her stomach.

It was a resigned sigh, and it told her everything that she needed to know.

So, instead of crying and begging him to marry her to preserve her dignity as a woman— as well as mend the broken fragments of her heart— she gritted her teeth and walked away from him. (Y/n) walked as fast as her feet could take her, biting back tears while on her way home.

And that was the day that she swore that she would forget all about him. Only, she never did.

The young woman hadn’t even realized that she was already crying; not until she felt the first warm tear land on the back of her hand. It shook her from her painful reverie, and had her quickly swiping at the tears that wouldn’t stop falling from her eyes.

“(Y/n), we’re going to have dinner with your husband soon. You should change,” (Y/n)’s mother chirped happily from outside her room, totally oblivious to the fact that her daughter was biting down on her bottom lip to silence the sobs that threatened to wrack through her body.

The action made her chest hurt, even when she hunched over and tried hugging herself— if only to keep herself together, when she felt like she was coming undone. She didn’t even know what she wanted anymore— the wedding of a lifetime with her dream man, or to be stuck in an endless cycle with the man she loved.

It hurt her to even think about it, to the point where she had slipped up and accidentally released her bottom lip. And that was the catalyst for all of the heartbroken and painful sobs that had her feeling so weak.

She couldn’t even breathe, let alone move from where she was. All that she could do was cry and heave, and silently call out for Kyōjurō.

But even that, she knew, wasn’t enough to get him back.

***

It was the end of the night, with (Y/n) having been the envy of every other woman at the restaurant. Men and women alike couldn’t resist turning their gazes over to her and her betrothed— but maybe it was mostly because of all of the scars that littered his body.

Sanemi was perfect for her; strong, serious, steadfast and— most of all— someone who could charm everyone with his manners and politeness. He just looked gruff on the outside, but (Y/n) couldn’t have asked for anyone better suited for her; someone who accepted her as she is.

He never made her wait, and never made her feel bad. Even when he was away on missions, he never failed to send her updates. He was everything that Kyōjurō wasn’t, yet he was also everything that (Y/n) realized that she didn’t really want.

She wanted those goofy, late night strolls with Kyōjurō, and having to wait for days for a five-page letter that was mostly apologies for forgetting to write. She wanted to feel so much again with the love of her life, instead of stewing in her hollow achievement with who is seemingly the perfect man.

A sad smile tugged up on the corners of (Y/n)’s lips as she tucked all of her things away. She was already ready for bed, but the memory of a smiling Kyōjurō as he helped her get on a stone bench played in her memory.

It was one of her most treasured moments, because it was the moment that she realized that she was truly in love with the blond.

He had wrapped his arms around her waist while she stood atop the bench, lifting her up and spinning her once just to elicit a quiet scream from her. He always had fun with joking around with her, that it had become a normal occurence for him to do it just to see the progression of her getting mad to her smiling at him as she called him a goofball.

Kyōjurō had never told her, but it was those moments— among so many more— that he treasured the most.

He loved her with his whole being, but the only problem was that he couldn’t fully commit himself to her; not when he wasn’t sure if his next mission was going to be his last.

He knew that he couldn’t do that to her; so, instead of tying her down to him, he chose to just let her go— even if it was the most painful thing that he’d ever had to do in his life.

That was why Kyōjurō didn’t know what he was doing outside (Y/n)’s house in the dead of the night, looking up at the window that he knew was hers— waiting for what, exactly, he didn’t know.

Maybe he was waiting for her to come out for him? To feel his presence like some lovers do, and just magically jump in his arms— as if he hadn’t hurt her before.

Kyōjurō wasn’t quite sure about his plan anymore. Especially since he remembered the look on her face when he chose to stay silent in the peak of her anger. He wanted nothing more than to tell her that he did love her, he just couldn’t hurt her more on the off chance that he died.

The Flame Hashira didn’t even know just how long he had been standing there— clearly trespassing— but he was past the point of caring. He just wanted even the smallest glimpse of her; one look and that would tide him over.

One glimpse of her and that would soothe his aching heart.

Kyōjurō felt something cold hit his cheek then; one tiny drop, that was then followed by more and more droplets— until he was standing under a torrential downpour. Yet he couldn’t care less about his dripping clothes, or his hair that was matted to his face.

All of that seemed trivial compared to the pain that he felt when he lost (Y/n).

The rain was pelting him harder than before, yet he still stood there— waiting right by her open window; hoping that she would take the time to even walk past it.

However, (Y/n) did more than what Kyōjurō was asking for. She went right up to her open window and had begun to close it, when she looked up and saw a figure that she would never forget in her lifetime.

Her hands froze right where they were holding on to the window, and her heart practically lurched in her chest before coming to an absolute standstill.

And, before she could process what she was doing, she already found herself rushing out the shoji and hastening towards Kyōjurō. She felt every possible emotion bubbling up within her, telling her to rage and scream at him— yet also telling her to pull him close and never let him go.

So, she did both.

She stopped right in front of a wide-eyed Kyōjurō and lifted her hand up— swinging it up to slap him across the face, before she cupped his cheeks and pulled him down to finally kiss those lips that she had been missing for so long.

Kyōjurō didn’t even fight it; not getting mad at getting slapped, at the very least. He knew that he deserved that, and he also knew that he didn’t deserve (Y/n)’s kiss— yet he still found himself melting into her. His arms had even wrapped themselves around her; pulling her in against his chest as he savored the taste of her lips.

Both of them didn’t know how long they stood there beneath the downpour, so lost in each other that they paid no mind to the cold seeping into their skin. Everything else came second to each other, as both of them had been longing for that reunion.

Even when Kyōjurō pulled away and tucked a few strands of hair away from (Y/n)’s face, the only thing that he could do was lean down and kiss her again— all before hugging her as tight as he would allow him to.

And, before he could stop himself, he found the words rolling off his tongue and meshing in with the rain— yet also rising above the sounds of the world around them. “Run away with me.”

#rengoku kyoujurou x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kyoujurou rengoku x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #rengoku x reader

[kalinawtokilig]

A Silly S/O that shares one braincell with his best friend

Who doesn’t love a silly, goofy, S/O?

Pair(s) : Akaashi x Reader, Kenma x Reader, Suna x Reader, Kunimi x Reader

(((Ahhhhhahhh bruhhh I literally put the dying inside parted hair dark beauties here,,, ✨ blessing it ✨)))

{This is my first time doing headcanons,, i apologize as it is very early morning and i dont sleep so i may be passing out as soon as i post this ahahahhahahaahha))))) 

{Akaashi Keiji x Reader} 

(Ohh shi- Aight, we startin off with setters huh)

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To be fair, Akaashi met you through Bokuto, you chaotic duo, whilst Bokuto being a particularly sunny, bubbly guy, its fair he’s friends with someone as goofy as him 

It’s like,,, one of those kinds of friendships you have with Akaashi, whenever you guys are seated next to each other for a group project or simply having a one-on-one convo, you seem to have enraptured him with how funny you are

for example, you being a silly person, you seem to have gotten into a argument with Bokuto, seeing as there was only one braincell, thus being you as the only braincell between the two of you, a juicebox and two of you being dumbasses,,, You proposed to Bokuto to poke a straw through the box so you both can drink from either ends of the straw,,,while bokuto,,, proposed of cutting,,,the juice box,, in half,,, to share,,, 

(No cap, i saw my brother and friend argue and do this,,, it was a waste of a caprisun and i had to drink wine to forget that this is what I put up wit,,,yet i recorded it

Akaashi may have facepalmed when you told him this, but the genuine look of truth and kindness made him soft for you when you continued about your small mishaps 

This mans smiles faintly, so when you talk about a joke or something stupidly funny, he can’t help but have a full on smile, cause you speak so passionately about your small and oblivious situations you keep getting yourself into and the endearing solutions you have

when you get together, it’s no boring life at all

Akaashi is always there to rope you in when things get too hectic, especially around Bokuto, but when its you, he can’t help but grin at how bright you can be when you think of funny ideas for today and the next day

Kozume Kenma x Reader

(OHH SHI- another pretty setter, lucky day :3c)

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Ohhh boi this is gonna be so many jokes

You and Kuroo share a braincell, that being annoying Kenma ((That’s what Kuroo thinks at least)) 

Kenma never can get a break,, you being the manager of Nekoma and being good friends with Kuroo, even Yaku is getting a headache

Kenma looks forward to you talking to him ((He finds you genuinely interesting when you pointed out a creative way - more like a newfounded loophole - to one of his video games,, he got kinda hooked on you when you kept telling him possible ways to beat the boss using a weak weapon,, he thought you were buggin,,, nah,, he won and trusted your somewhat foolish advice,,, beating up a miniboss with a stick that had been leveled up from being used worked,,, he doesn’t know what goes on your mind,,, but he wants to know more)))

You tell Kenma funny jokes about the newest character in the game he’s playing, not to mention your own headcanons about them

Kuroo joins in, much to Kenma’s dismay, but with a small smile he likes seeing you enjoy yourself as you talk odd with his best friend

You call him alot of nicknames due to his hair and attitude 

“Aye,, wassup puddinghead?” - “Lil’Calico, how’s it hangin?” - “Tiramisu cup, ya lookin sweet today!” 

Its,, really cute how you think of him, make up nicknames and have this real attitude when you see him

Kuroo kinda ruins them tho, adding an annoying comment about the nickname and Kenma S C O W L S 

OHHHH When you ask him on a date, you use the most creative one liner 

“Instead of me being support how bout I join your party and be your player 2? We’ll use Kuroo as a support, Rooster-Attack!” 

*cue adorable pose*

-Kuroo in the back : “ROOSTER, WHO YOU CALLING ROOSTER YOU-”

You start attacking him with chemistry insult and he dodges it with another chem attack

Kenma has never been so flustered nor entertained before

Overall, Kenma believes that you being a cute, silly, s/o is literally the best thing that has ever happened to him,, (Besides meeting Shoyo of course,, but then again,, that’s always the best thing that can happen to anyone, have you seen that boy’s harem?) 

Suna Rintaro x Reader

((ooooo,,,, man,,,, this mans,,,, he got me,,,, everywhere,,, lmao i pimp him and he isn’t the only one))) 

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Suna ,, I pimp you 

OH GAWD, the MIYA TWINS

It’s like,,, an extra Miya,,, but more like,, cousin instead of sibling Miya but still family Miya,, ya get me????

You transferred in during your second year and man,,, having Atsumu and Osamu pushing you to be their manager,,, its been trouble ever since,, even Aran cannot handle the amount of boondoggle that happens in practice

Okay, listen, you, YOU, are the type to be silly, yes, but in a way that makes Atsumu and Osamu start arguing over something silly you said and the twins start fighting because they started to drift somewhere else. 

Basically you drench the kerosene, light it, and leave it for the twins to fan the flames,, they are rolling and causing chaos

You and Suna always record it to blackmail them

Not to mention, you being the wacky person you are, you rope the twins into your shit,,, 

Since your last name is NOT Miya, but your other parent’s name, many of Atsumu’s fangirls don’t,, appreciate you 

You can’t help but dangle funny insults towards your ego-filled cousin, having the fangirls wreak havoc and chase you around

you would and can stop,, buts its too funny seeing them get mad over silly things like how you perceive Atsumu to be an ugly sleeper that farts and wakes up from it (( You lived it as kids when you and your family slept over the twins’ place, Osamu and you have many videos of it)) 

Suna is usually the one hiding you away from the rabid fans who seem to want to defend Atsumu’s perfect image honor. 

This man cannot fathom the amount of trouble you get into sometimes, esp. with the twins

When you two get together, you think of the most diabolical and hysterical plans, Suna there to record and by your side when things start to get out of hand

Suna doesn’t express many emotions, but when you finally get him to show a reaction cause of something you did, whether it be a joke or starting a Miya Twins brawl, he can’t help but have the small ghost of a smile when you’re not looking

Kunimi Akira x Reader

(((ooo another parted hair dark male,, Me likeyy))) 

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You and Kindaichi are like,, a mesh of puns and anger 

Puns on your side and Anger on Kindaichi’s side

For Kunimi, he finds it entertaining, the dynamic you two have 

Though Kunimi doesn’t express emotions as much, ((like the other parted hair babes)) he likes to fan the flames to see his best friend angry 

Kindaichi doesn’t get ‘Mad’, he knows its for jokes,,, it’s just,,, your way of thinking can be so mind blowing that he doesn’t know how some of the things go your way it makes him want to know but he gets annoyed when you tease him about it 

Kunimi likes to see the way your accomplished smile shines, despite having silly pranks or stupid puns, you seem to get his type of humor 

you like to play jokes on Kindaichi, usually poking him when he’s not looking that he jumps out of his skin and he pokes you back and you poke him back, then it becomes a poking war and Kunimi steps to side to see you laugh and when you accidentally poke Kindachi too hard in the gut, he topples over and gives you the finger 

You say something among the lines, “Me? If anything, I won and you’re just salty, like that blond beanpole from Karasuno. Right, Kunimi?” 

Kunimi, I feel, isn’t the type to full out laugh, but snort or hide his laugh with a scoff behind his hand,, you know,,, like all these other men seem to do,, i get that vibe from them 

Dating, nothing changes but the teasing from your side is not overwhelming, yet its not underwhelming,, its actually a good wavelength to match with his own retorts 

Kunimi doesn’t hate that you rope him into your schemes, no matter how ridiculous, if it means he gets to see you smile and look at him with those crinkled eyes that seem to glow with joy,,, he doesn’t mind the effort (But he won’t tell you that) 

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((Ngl, this is kinda hard,, yet I tried lmao) 

#akaashi keji x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi imagine #akaashi x you #kenma x you #kenma x reader #kenma imagine #suna x you #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x y/n #kunimi imagines #kunimi x reader #kunimi akira x you #kunimi akira x reader

[miserabull]

A very long meta-analysis on P2 Bad Grief

So, I've gone over every dialogue with this guy a few times, and there is some stuff I've never seen addressed before. This is a mix of analyzing and theory that have been in my head for a while, and I’d love to know if it all also makes sense to other people

The thing about Classic and P2 Grief, is that they are very different characters playing the same role. Who is Bad Grief? A thief, a kingpin of the town's criminal underbelly, and a smuggler working for Big Vlad. In P1, he's also a dangerous murderer who kills people for fun, but denies it, even claims that he kicks people out of his gang for daring to take up knives. Dude lies a lot. In fact, he maintains the lie up until the last route, the Changeling's, and then tries that on her too but ends up confessing. This is my very wordy way of saying that while I kinda agree with people who are like "he's not a violent murderer like P1 Grief", P1 Grief also claimed to not be one up to the last minute. I don't think they are making him a sadistic killer this time, yeah, but I'm pretty sure he's a liar, and that there's a darker secret. The game implies Grief keeps his cards close to his chest and there is more to him several times, like here, when you talk with Lara's reflection

Lara's Reflection: You see, she puts her stock in deeds and not in words. So Stakh was always close to her; for he would hear his heart, and act. A trait you share, Burakh.

Haruspex: And the most taciturn of us all, Bad Grief.

Lara's Reflection: He speaks so much yet does so much more.

or when Artemy confronts him at Aspity's Hospice:

Bad Grief: You heard about Rubin? Know why the Kin wants him dead? He's walkin' around all downcast, doesn't sleep. Says not to ask. Says it's safer like that. What's he done, I wonder? I wanted to ask Sahba, but maybe you know?

Haruspex: You're lying. That's not what you wanted to ask. I can tell.

Bad Grief: If I did lie, I wouldn't tell you the truth now anyway, would I? So back off. 

I'm not gonna go over the blowing-the-train tracks quest now, though I have some thoughts on it/what I think might be his plan there. For now it suffices to say that that whole thing is very odd, that his plan doesn't make sense(yeah, blowing up the tracks is a bad idea for his business. kinda meaningless though if the alternative is being hanged). That is to say, I'm pretty sure there's a hidden agenda there that we're probably only finding out in Changeling route.

So, what I mean is, if you think P2 Grief is harmless, or just a clown, or became a gang leader by accident, then, well. I think honey, you got a big storm comin'

A few more notes on Grief's character, and what I think of what we got so far:

-I believe the reflection(I have some thoughts about the nature of those too, actually lmao) is telling the truth, mostly. He is terrified, he doesn't want Artemy to think badly of him, he never wanted violence. P2 Grief is younger, more sympathetic, and very obviously more scared than his P1 counterpart. I don't think he's out there killing for fun. Still, I think he has a lot of blood on his hands anyway.

-I think his loyalty to his friends is sincere. He's kind of really big on companionship and loyalty, which fits, as a gang member. I really think that he wants to belong, to a gang, to a friend group, somewhere. Artemy mentions he's "always been weird" a couple of times, or stuff like "I knew you'd end up like this." and that thing with Lara's reflection... I think Grief was always a little bit on the margins, even in his own friend group, and that's why he made a place for himself as the leader of the misfits, of the people who don't fit what the town considers to be good society. I gotta get on with this because this is gonna be long enough without me rambling about every single thought and feeling I have about this bastard though

-He doesn't give away Stakh's hideout accidentally because he's goofy and dumb. He mentions more or less where it is like, three times. I think it's obvious that he's practically asking Artemy to go check on him, but he doesn't want to be a snitch, so he plays the fool like "Oooh no I gave you a hint, I sure hope you don't go looking for him now, don't ask me because I’d never tell!!". He's playing the clown, he's not that stupid

Okay, now we're getting to the heart of things. In P1, along with the reveal that he's actually a violent murderer who played another violent murderer(Barley) into taking the fall for his crimes, we get something else: he's working under the patronage and protection of Vlad Olgimsky. In P2, they put a lot more emphasis on that, Grief will tell you about it in the first AND second conversation you have. There is even a certain imagery associated with it... actually, allow me a quick digression here, I wanna go over some motifs around Grief. 

Grief is pretty into clockwork and gears, going by his choice of decoration for his Lair. The town itself is compared to a machine several times, by himself, by Big Vlad, and regarding how the Kains view it. I risk to say that the way Grief sees it is rather different from the Kains, at least at first.  For him it seems to be more of a blunt factory machine, while to the Kains...it means something else, more complex. Grief seems to have glimpsed what that is inside the Cathedral, near the end. That reminds me of something else, in the Diurnal End when Grief talks about how he used to be a clocksmith before, and now he's going to be "another kind of clocksmith", I don't think he's necessarily being literal in either case. Curiously, there's also a Clocksmith inside the Cathedral in Marble Nest...but I'm going off topic again

Bad Grief: Not a keeper of stores, but stories. This town, this great machine, the gears don't turn on their own, no, not till they're slick with secrets. 

But so, webs and puppets. We return to Vlad Olgimsky(old), who uses the metaphor of his “web”. There's also an important character in Grief's journey that is strongly associated with (spider)webs and strings, and that's Aglaya. The most notable time Grief himself refers to it though, I think, it's in the Theatre of Death, if you let him die:

“My path was not called 'The Spider'. No, think wider. It was 'The Silkworm'! The end of a railroad, I pulled strings firm; unaware someone more cunning pulled mine upstairs.”

So about that. He’s referring to the PTB right? Probably, but not only. A theme in Patho is like...these layers of manipulation. I’m gonna pass the mic to P1 Clara and Saburov for a second:

Alexander Saburov: Begin with the Olgimskys. That is the most important sin for me, and the least for him, for it is not his fault. So did Olgimsky protect his illicit trade? Did he benefit from it?

Changeling: He didn't just benefit; he presided over it. Grief was his stooge.

Alexander Saburov: Now then, we shall skip the issue of the barber gang, since it's clear now who their true mastermind was... thanks to your courage, my brave girl.

Changeling: Don't skip it just yet. Barley was as much of a puppet in Grief's hands as Grief himself was for Olgimsky. Everyone has their toys.”

Grief is a puppet in Vlad’s hands both in P1 and P2, as there he says he’s Vlads “eyes and ears” in the warehouses. In the Cathedral, he seems to more or less realize the extent of it, and how it goes against what he always wanted in the first place: to not be trapped by anything. 

Bad Grief: I used to be a thief, yet they made me a storekeeper. And what a perfect fit I made! I got my Warehouse kingdom, and with it, the insides of the Town's great machine. I kept Vlad's riches while havin' all I could dream of. Can't imagine a sweeter life.

Funnily enough, by that time he’s trapped in someone else’s web: Aglaya’s. That seems to be his thing, he thought he was in control and playing everyone, knowing all the secrets and pulling strings. In the end, he’s a Silkworm in the web of bigger fish. I mean, spiders.

Bad Grief: ...Yet they, too, are controlled by someone. Insane to think what kind of teeth you need for that.

But okay. Back to the start, I believe Grief has a lot of blood in his hands even before shit breaks loose. The things he seems to be most afraid of are also… interesting. This ties to his connection to Big Vlad, and the Kin.

Grief’s role in the payroll seems to be as a stool pigeon. He knows where everyone goes, what people are talking about, what they don’t want to become public. And he responds to Big Vlad. What I think is, hm, you know, even after Victoria passed it seems like the Kin and the Bull Enterprise never really defied Olgimsky, or had a leader in any way. Grief, too, seems to enjoy a pretty comfortable life for a gang leader. As an important piece to Vlad, he really doesn’t have that much to fear, since the guy “owns everything” and is very explicit to Artemy about how he can destroy anyone who doesn’t obey him. And probably has done that before. My guess is, Grief kept the machine working right by tattling, so no leadership or enemy to Vlad’s Enterprise could rise. I’d speculate that Vlad possibly paid the favor not only financially, but by maintaining Grief in that position. Basically, I think with Grief’s info, Vlad could eliminate any potential problem. That would mean that maybe without even having to shed blood himself there might be a lot of deaths Grief is responsible for, not to speak of the maintenance of that horrible system in the town. I think the route they are going for here is that Grief is a class traitor.

Why do I say that? Well, first let’s look at Grief’s relationship with the Kin: he’s remarkably close to them for a townie. Geographically, obviously, and also in the sense of living on the margins of society, but he also shares many of their superstitions, and seems to hold Aspity’s opinion in high regard(even calls her Sahba). I find it easy to believe that many of his men are part of the community as well, due to not being welcome in the town. At that time we see him in the Hospice though, and talking with the Kin people there, it’s pretty clear that they are planning some sort of uprising. That it’s imminent. Grief seems to know it. Seems to be absolutely terrified of that too, and to feel betrayed by Vlad.

Bad Grief: It's too late for me, Cub. I've only got one road ahead of me now. Perhaps the outbreak is for the best... Plagues are like fires, people forget old scores. And all hell will break loose here soon.

Haruspex: Any dark prophecies to share? You're the criminal mastermind here, after all.

Bad Grief: No need to prophesize. People fear hunger. Even honest workers will turn their hatchets and hammers to crime. Burglin' houses, lootin' corpses, guttin' each other. They will. Oh, they will.

Haruspex: Not all of them, Grief. Not all.

Bad Grief: The turf's so dry, you don't even need a match-a glare would start a fire. And when the Kin bares its teeth, that's when we'll all dance! They're slow on the start, but oh so fast on the draw! The Master likes them mute and obedient, but apathy makes them that way, not stupidity. They're only obedient till the time comes. And here it comes.

And the people who lose their jobs? They won't be too fond of staying home. They'll find new hobbies, like looking for food, or venting their anger. ...And Fat Vlad shut his facilities down the day before yesterday, didn't he? Crafty... Didn't whisper so much as a single word to me. Do you think he knew?

At the same time he seems to think that he deserves this, and it’s inevitable. “We reap what we sow”, paraphrasing him. He talks a few times about how there’s a vile beast inside each person in the town, about how they are all wretched and everything, including him, which I think might just be a way of coping like “yeah, I sold out, but anyone would do the same if they were in my place”. 

So, yeah. What I think is that Grief was a guy that had no power and money, with absolutely no perspective, who due to his very particular skills had an opportunity to climb up and took it(all while still getting to pretend he’s an outlaw, free from the chains of society!). And it’s...very bad. And he knows it’s very bad, and he’s not evil or sadistic, but he’s immature, cowardly, and desperately wants to be in control of his own destiny, and to not be alone, and all that. He’s still Artemy’s childhood buddy, a loyal friend, and someone who never really wanted to cause that much damage. He also knows that what he did is unjustifiable, and that no matter what he truly feels, the damage is done and he’s guilty of horrible shit.

#pathologic #pathologic 2 #bad grief #pathologic meta #I forgot to talk about the shotgun. but oh well #full of spoilers both P1 and P2

[ddarker-dreams]

🎀 scarlet ribbons.

ITS SELF INDULGENT FRIDAY BOIS !! time for scarlet ribbons headcanons that i’ve been working on in between commissions, this is essentially just a reverse harem ...  there’s no yandere here for once, just some vibes... click here for an explanation ! the reader described here is the same in all the scenarios. i’m using she/her pronouns for this reader.

Bruno Bucciarati;

He forms a special kind of attachment to you, seeing as you’ll be the second person to join his team. You won over his compassionate heart, preventing a much crueler fate. As a foreign exchange student, you had taken out a loan with Passione to complete your education. The problem is, the egregious amount of interest being too much for you to pay back on time. Bucciarati had been ordered to collect your debt. Instead of following through with his orders, he used his favor with Polpo to let you pay back your debt by working for Passione under his leadership.

Appreciates the dynamic and resolve you bring to the group. While he tries his best not to show favoritism to any members of his team, you’re someone he always looks out for extra much. Not because he thinks of you incapable, but because his care for you runs deep after knowing you for years. He’s definitely going to catch onto the others holding similar feelings for you though.

Acts a bit different towards you in one on one scenarios, versus when the others are around. He’s more relaxed when it’s only the two of you, speaking of matters not relating to work and checking up on your well being. Bruno realizes he could listen to you for hours, enjoying your unique perspective. He also finds your foreign accent endearing, and has mentioned it to see how you blush at the compliment.

Super sweet with you, always has looked out for your best interest. He’s your go to when you feel stressed about your situation, providing the support you need, since he’s the only person aware of your circumstances. Bruno is reassuring, helping you in the moments the debt to the organization feels impossible to overcome. He’s offered to help pay for part of it, but you always refuse, feeling grateful enough to him as is. It pains him to see you hurting, but he does anything he can to make you feel better. Always pays for your meals though, no matter how much you raise a fuss about it. 

Giorno Giovanna;

There’s a certain warmth in you that he wasn’t sure what to think of at first. Giorno is an astute individual, making observations from afar, watching you joking and smiling with the rest of the team. He eventually comes to the conclusion that your presence fills his stomach with butterflies, seeing your more lighthearted approach to life. There’s something intoxicating about it, and he’ll jump for any opportunity to spend time with you much to the annoyance of everyone else, they already had enough competition wtf.

He’s a coy little shit at times. Giorno sees how the others look at you, especially how obvious Narancia and Mista are. When they get defensive over how much Giorno is talking to you, he’ll just flash a faux innocent smile and ask what the problem with it is. It’s more effective on Narancia, who just ends up sputtering before slinking away in defeat. Mista can kinda deflect the accusation better, though there’s still a blush on his face. Giorno knows what he’s doing lmaoo

It infuriates Abbacchio how obvious he is with you, like, the audacity of this man. Just swinging into Bucciarati’s team, trying to woo you away. Giorno is always asking for your opinion on how to proceed with certain things, even if his mind has already been made up. Anything just to talk to you. Most likely going to receive Abbacchio’s scorn the most for this, especially since Giorno will lean closer to you when you’re answering his questions. Giorno is just going :) , meanwhile Narancia is furiously taking notes. (”Okay, so if I ask [First] about this, I have an excuse to get closer to her...!)

He did strongly in school, maybe not as well as Fugo but is definitely academically gifted. So that means when he enters the picture, Fugo has some Competition for the English speaking buddy role. Giorno can understand most simple phrases and is capable of following the conversation, occasionally interjecting when he feels confident enough. Fugo might try and make his conversations with you more complicated because of this, since he’s petty and wants all your attention. You’re meant to be his English speaking buddy >:( !!

To be honest, Giorno’s not really sure what he’s doing, despite the suave impression he gives. Giorno has charisma, sure, but this is all very new to him. He’s still learning as he goes, and pays very close attention to how everyone else interacts with you. Anything to see your preferences, so he can use it to his advantage later. Has a large mental file on you, that comes in handy. He isn’t so much flirty, but more seeking out your company and thoughts on things.

Guido Mista;

Poor Mista almost friendzones himself in a way... he doesn’t mean to, but he wants to warm up to you in his own way!! And that way is through joking around and a lot of “friendly” banter. The friendly banter is more like thinly veiled flirting. He tries so hard to act cool and mysterious around you, like a Clint Eastwood character. Ends up being super goofy, though it works in his favor since he gets to see your cute smile!!! Victory!! 

Mista has no shame. He’ll show up outside your apartment, food in hand, saying he wants to come over and hang. He even lets you pick the movie if that’s what you want to do!! A true honor, since Mista is willing to sit through stuff he wouldn’t normally be interested in all for the sake of winning you over. <33 

Probably tied with Narancia for the most Unfortunate Mishaps to occur when attempting to woo you. Some favorites include, but are not limited to: when he tried giving you flowers but they kept making him sneeze, that time he was leaning against your door frame and fell over, and basically anything that happens when the Pistols come out. They wanna be his lil wing men, but they keep screwing him over... :< 

“[First]!! [First]!! We’re bored, come hang out with us instead!!!!” You’ll end up with a flurry of Pistols swirling around you very often, putting Mista’s affection for you on full display. It irritates Fugo the most, he almost wants to smack them away like they’re flies lmao. They might start sweatin’ when they see Fugo’s eyebrow twitch, the Stand often interrupting your conversations with the blonde. Mista tests his patience for sure. 

Pannacotta Fugo;

A bit of a typical tsun towards you at first. He’s all acting high and mighty, huffing about the newest member of the team not being as bright as him. In reality he just thinks you’re vvv cute, and doesn’t know how to process it. You greet him and his brain just kinda short circuits, and he gives a standoffish insult before running off to hide his blush. Bruno would find it endearing if not for his feelings for you lmao.

How he gets over this initial stump at the start of your relationship is by acting like you need his help. Especially if you stumble over any Italian words, namely Naples lingo being more difficult to master. He takes it upon himself to help you out... in reality he just really wants to spend more time with you. Also, seeing you stumble over words is precious, he tries not to tease you about it though. Does occasionally...

You end up being roommate at the start!!! To save money, but it’s whatever, who cares about the practical reasoning behind it. What matters is that he gets to spend even more time with you than the others. The problem is that Narancia and Mista make a point to come by often, which he finds to be very irritating. They even crash at your shared apartment at times, but because of how messy they are, don’t get an invitation to live permanently. Fugo is smug about how you picked him due to his cleanliness >:)c

English speaking buddies !! He might not be fluent in it, but he’s better at it than everyone else. Also a lot more capable of learning it, just for the sake of impressing you. Gets this very pleased look on his face when you two speak in simple English, Narancia staring over, pouting for being left out. It’s like a special connection or something, not that Fugo would ever admit to saying that to you. He’s flexing his academic muscles. 

Narancia Ghirgha;

Anyone could look over at Narancia and see his huge heart eyes for you. You like the same foreign music as him!! You can speak another language!! He wants to learn English from you, and keeps asking. Sometimes butchers the pronunciation but god it’s so cute who cares. Teach Narancia one phrase and he’s gonna be saying it nonstop for the rest of the week. Fugo, the only other member to understand English on a decent level until GioGio, is gonna be miserable whenever this happens. That’s his thing with you! Why can’t Narancia get something else, smh ...

If you recommend him a song he will not stop listening to it. Also expect a lot of discussions about different artists, mostly hip hop ones when Narancia is leading the conversation. He thinks it’s so cool you understand what they’re saying!! Is gonna ask you to translate them a lot. He kinda just stares at you, mouth agape when you’re singing along, like woah!! His crush is so talented. 

His most treasured moments with you, is when you recommend one another music, and share headphones. Sometimes you just bob your head to the rhythm, or sing along. Whatever the case, he gets to be close to you, and his brain is practically turning to mush at the fact your thighs are touching. 

Fugo did him dirty once in the past. Before Narancia realized he had Competition for your affections, he went to Fugo, asking how to compliment you in English. He should’ve known by how Fugo was staring at him with the most malicious smirk that he made a mistake. The next day, when meeting up at Libeccio, he came up to you. Chest puffed out, proud after a night of practicing his phrase. Then proceeded to say to you in English, “I am a fucking idiot!!!!” looking all smiley and excited. Needless to say, you almost spit out your food and laughed about it for a long time. Narancia has been planning his revenge on Fugo ever since...

Narancia follows you around like a lost puppy at times, but he’s a lot of fun to hang out around!! He’ll buy you gelato, and even lets you have a bite of his food if you ask. No one else has this special privilege. There is a time you offered to let him try a sip of your drink, and he almost melted. All his brain could think of is, indirect kiss, indirect kiss!!!! One of the best moments of his life tbh. 

Leone Abbacchio;

Abbacchio put a lot of effort into distancing himself from you. Why do you smile so much?? It makes him uncomfortable being around you, someone who is basically sunshine stuffed into a human body. It reminds him of all his shortcomings, which he feels he has no shortage of. But when you make the initially irritating decision to keep speaking to him, only giving space when you felt he really needed it, it won over his little grinch heart. 

He’s been wrapped around your finger ever since. Unlike the other bumbling buffoons who are tripping over themselves to get an ounce of your attention, he plays it cool. More of a Bucciarati approach to things. Asking about your interests, letting you do most of the talking so he has no chance to embarrass himself (like *cough* Narancia *cough*).

Next to Fugo, is most likely to call other members out on their nonsense. He wouldn’t dare do so for Bruno, but everyone else is fair game. The main victim to this treatment is Giorno. Abbacchio might even offer some “advice” to him, giving false information all under the guise of assisting Giorno’s pursuit of you. He takes a more hands off approach on everyone else. 

He doesn’t want to invite you over to his place because of how dreary it is, so he has to find other ways to get one on one time with you. This mostly happens by talking about things no one else finds of interest to you, namely makeup or other fashion things. 

You are the only person who gets to call him any nicknames, the one you lean towards typically being Abba. Narancia once made a mistake of calling him this, only to earn a very threatening glare. When you do it though, he has to push down the urge to smile. How cute!! 

Trish Una;

Gay rights time . Trish looks at you and immediately thinks wow, perfect girlfriend material right there. Still acts a bit reserved at first, considering her complex situation and how she’s still piecing it all together in her heard. Since you’re the only other girl on the team, she gets the benefit of Bucciarati assigning you to be extra close to her. All according to plan heheh >:) 

When she flirts, she goes all in. Asking about what kind of perfume you wear, your favorite shade of lipstick, what kind of outfits you like the most. All of it is under the pretense of getting to know you better, and while she does enjoy that aspect of it, she might start adopting some of the things you find appealing. She is 100% gonna ask to borrow your shirts and makeup, and extends the same offer to you. 

Trish is far more playful with you than the others, who all just kinda stare at the interactions like ??? When you were her bodyguard, she always subconsciously went to sit down next to you. No one else on the team can say anything, since she’s the boss’ daughter after all !! She considered you more of a distraction from her anxiety inducing situation at first, seeing as you had shared interests to speak about. Over time, your doting nature over her won out. 

Would be pissed if you ever got hurt trying to defend her. You might joke around about how you’re her bodyguard, not the other way around. Trish just can’t bear the thought of losing someone important to her, after all she’s already lost. 

Her phone background is a selfie the two of you took, even after she eventually distances herself from Passione to advance her singing career. Expect lots of texts messages, checking up on how you’re doing!! Trish unfortunately has a busy schedule, that requires a lot of traveling for her concerts and other bookings. Though anytime she is near Naples, she’s messaging you and asking to meet up. <33 

#Bruno Bucciarati #bruno x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #Giorno Giovanna #giovanna giorno #giorno x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #fugo panacotta #fugo x reader #fugo panacotta x reader #guido mista #mista guido #mista guido x reader #mista x reader #narancia x reader #Narancia #narancia ghirga x reader #leone abbacchio #leone abbachio x reader #trish x reader #trish una x reader #trish una #JoJo's Bizzare Adventure #jojo's bizarre adventures #vento aureo x reader #vento aureo #part 5 x reader #my stuff #scarlet ribbons #non yan

[leejeongz]

nsfw a-z SEUNGHUN (CIX)

requested: yes, by anon

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

his only priority is you. he gets that things can get a little… spicy, when he’s left to do whatever he wants to you, so taking care of you afterwards is the most important thing for him. you are getting endless amounts of kisses and cuddles and he’s gonna ask if you need anything… like… a lot.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he LOVES your hands. they’re so pretty to him. so pretty when they’re close to his face, or wrapped around his dick, or gripping onto the sheets. he l o v e s them. his way to make sex more romantic is to hold hands where possible, yet another reason why he loves your hands.

for him, it’s his neck. his neck is super sensitive and, alongside his abs, is his favourite place for you to kiss and tease him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

if he can’t cum inside you (which he always wants to do) he’ll make you either swallow it or will finish on your tummy. if any gets on the floor, he’s getting you to lick that up, you better not waste his cum, you’re his (pretty) cum slut after all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

you once agreed to filming you pair while you did the deed. he kept it for himself to watch and gets off to it most of the time, it never gets old.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i don’t want to put a number on it but he’s definitely not a virgin, far from it. he knows what he’s doing and there’s not much he hasn’t done before. he knows what he likes and he certainly knows where the clit is.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

this man loves morning sex, so spooning is perfect for him. it’s slow, sensual and romantic and you can put in as little effort as you want. he can also grab your neck or your tits or even :D both :D from behind, without him being in an uncomfortable position.

he’s also a fan of standing doggy, even though he’s really tall, he can still find the perfect height and angle to pleasure you at while wrapping his hand around you to rub your clit :).

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he can be a little goofy in the moment but that’s just him being him. it makes the whole situation feel a lot more personal and romantic. he likes to giggle about little things but is also very mature and serious at the appropriate times.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

completely shaved. he thinks it’s more convenient for you when you're sucking his dick (don’t forget the balls) and thinks it looks hotter from his perspective. it’s also a better way to see how much of his dick you really took. he shaves most of the time but honestly, i kinda see him also wanting to wax it to keep the hair away for a longer period of time.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

most of the time, he keeps the sex as romantic as possible and does all the cliche things like holding hands, exchanging kisses and sweet nothings even when it’s getting a little rough, he even lights a candle and puts on music sometimes.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he likes to take his sweet time and edge himself A LOT. he imagines a lot of stuff but most of the time relies on pictures, videos and free stuff online. honestly, i can see him being someone who films himself, he finds it enhances the experience a lot more (and fuels his exhibitionist fantasies ofc).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

exhibitionism- obviously not in the illegal way. he just likes the possibility of getting caught. he likes sneaking around with you but also giving other people a show. this mostly happens on vacation (if you agree) by pressing you against windows in hotel rooms late at night and fucking you from behind or making you suck his dick in front of the window.

quirofilia (i googled the name lmao)/ hands- he knows he has nice hands and that you like them, especially wrapped around your neck, but he also secretly has a thing for your hands too. handjobs are so underrated but not by this man, he cannot get enough. he likes watching you paint your nails, he likes when you let him pick the colour even more because he imagines what would look the best when they're dragging along his skin.

CHOKING (borderline breath play)- idk if this is a kink but b o y he loves to choke you. there’s nothing he likes more than fucking you in missionary but spicing it up with his hand tightly wrapped around your neck. but he’s not your average choker, he likes to see you struggle (if you both trust each other that is and with a safety gesture). of course he knows that breath play is dangerous, so he wouldn’t take it to the extreme, but hearing the change in your breathing is so HOT to him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he would do it anywhere lmao he’s not shy of people seeing.

but he really likes the sofa in the living room, it’s comfortable and still in your own home because he knows not everyone is up for fucking in places you might get caught, but still isn’t as “basic” as a bed. there’s also not that much space to “get lost in”since he’s not much of a manhandler, it encourages either of you to sit on the edge most of the time, providing easily access 😜

but as i mentioned above, he loves showing off to anyone who wants to watch. friends houses and hotels are his favourite places to do this.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

i don’t think he’d be turned on by random things, but there are definitely certain things about you that turn him on. like when you put your pen in your mouth while you're thinking or when you lick your fingers after eating food. anything that resembles a blowjob, he’s there begging for some head. or if he looks at your hands while they're holding onto something that looks even a little bit like his dick, he is so ready for a quick handjob.

if you accidentally touch his dick or “accidentally” back up a lil too far when spooning, you’re getting fucked there and then, i hope you’re proud of yourself :p. (but not without him teasing you a little bit beforehand for doing so.)

let’s be real tho, this guy looks at his naked self in the mirror and gets turned on by that… imagine being THAT attractive only seunghun smh

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

there’s not much he wouldn’t do, anything that made you happy made him happy. that being said, i don’t think he’d ever be comfortable with slapping anything that isn’t ur ass. especially not your face, even if it does turn you on or whatever

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

HE LOVES TO RECEIVE. he would do a n y t h i n g to feel your lips wrapped around him whenever, wherever. he just loves getting head. he likes it sloppy and kinda slow, with lots of spit and eye contact. but he expects you to clean the floor afterwards, you made the mess since “you were the one who made him cum” so you clean it, with your tongue 👅gOd he gets so cocky when he hears you complaining that you can’t take it all or when you have a sore throat after sucking his dick, so you do it all the more for some amazing sex hehe. the man loves fucking your face, pulling back and grabbing your chin whenever he’s even just slightly bored,kissing you, then pushing his cock back into your mouth.

he’s not gonna eat you out if you ask him to, he’s going to do it when he wants to do it, when he can SENSE that you want it. he’s pretty good with his lips and likes to give you gentle kisses down there since he knows you’ve probably never experienced that before (given than most men have no fucking clue lol).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

usually slow, sensual with a healthy sprinkle of fast and rough. the slow pace is also considered a tease, he knows you want it harder, but you’re not getting it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

sometimes they are just what he needs. if he’s horny and there’s not much time to spend dragging out everything, you can bet ur fine ass he’s taking you to the nearest private space and having his way with you. sometimes even just spotting a location to do it in is enough to let his imagination run wild and soon enough, you’re there, getting railed

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he was born to take risks. whatever you want to do, he wants to do too, no matter how risky it is. he’s not shy to bring up anything that he wants to try either and is very open about what he likes. gets most of his ideas from things he’s done before, but he knows they’ll be better this time because they’re with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

2-3 rounds. there’s nothing stopping him on occasion, he actually shocks you how many rounds he can go for without a break.

all last around 20 minutes and he never skips foreplay hehe.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

if you wanna use them, he’s not fussed. but his ideal sex does not involve any toys. he believes he can do everything you need to be satisfied so why would you need toys? but if you want to introduce them to activities every once in a while, he’ll go along with it, just for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again… THE BIGGEST TEASE IN KPOP.

he sends you numerous texts describing what he wants to do to you when he knows you're busy, sometimes, if you’re lucky, he might even treat you to a whisper in your ear when you’re in public, something along the lines of “i can’t wait until we get home” followed by a sweet kiss against your cheek. and he loves winking at you. just an innocent wink to everyone else means so much more to you and he knows it gets you wet almost instantly.

your neck is his fav place to tease you, whispering against it and pressing light kisses against it until that alone makes your eyes roll and you moan quietly. that being said, he likes when you tease him too, only he knows he can get away with punishing you for it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

BIG ON DIRTY TALK. “that’s it baby, just a little bit more” “i know you wanna cum, but you’re not going to until i say, right?” “don’t stop, honey, don’t stop” he will say anything at any time, no filter, just whatever feels right.

he’s a little bit of a moaner, quite loud too, but you’re gonna have to do something extra special to get one of those.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

things got real boring real quick when you realised seunghun was engrossed in the tv while you were sucking his dick so you decided now was your chance to show him who was really in charge here.

your figure was now blocking the screen in front of him as you straddled him, there were no distractions for him.

“i was-“ you cut him off mid sentence with a finger pushed against his lips. you took it off and used that hand to guide his dick towards the pool of moisture that had been in between your legs for a while. he smirked slyly and let you continue, enjoying seeing this side of you for once.

although you’d done it many times, you still weren’t used to his size and the way it felt and your face was not hiding any of that. he chuckled slightly, leaning up as he did so with a hand resting on the small of your back so you didn’t fall.

“go on baby, you can do it, take it all” he spoke, the smirk becoming more clear on his face. he added a wink, knowing it would fuck with you too.

“fuck you, seunghun” you let out, lowering yourself another inch onto his length, almost all the way there now. he leaned back agasint the headboard once again, knowing he still had control, but it was fun to see you thinking that you did. his hands now rested on your thighs which were tense and hard, there was no way you were lasting in this position, he thought to himself.

you had finally gotten to riding his dick properly, an activity you did almost every day these days. seunghun had already managed to have you put on a blindfold, called you cute numerous times and was surely on his way to changing position, claiming that you should “let the expert take over”.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

l a r g e. both length and girth… above average. girl you’re so lucky to be getting that dick 😭 but good luck walking for a few hours (days) after because he knows how to use it too.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

probably the highest out of anyone on the entire planet lol.

he would have sex 24/7 if he could.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he simply does not sleep. most of the time, he’s eager to stay up with you, cuddling or just getting on with you day. don’t get me wrong sometimes, he needs to sleep after, and then it’s only after you do, but it’s rare.

#smut #cix smut #seunghun #seunghun smut #cix imagines

[jjongleurs]

So, as I continue my great 2020 re-watch of Supernatural, I am once again just... baffled at the details I missed the first time around. I just finished 5x14 “My Bloody Valentine”—the episode with Famine—and I wasn’t thinking too hard about it at first. Mostly because it seemed like such a goofy episode at first: the Cupid antics, the bits of Cas throughout, the funny morgue doctor, etc. I had totally forgotten it was the Famine episode. I remembered only after Cas confirmed the deaths that were happening throughout were not Cupid’s doing. 

Prior to that, I snapped a couple quick videos to a friend of mine like “haha, look at Dean being the poor repressed bisexual he is lmao.” What scenes am I talking about, you ask? 

This first scene, right as Cas pops in at the beginning of the case and has this really strong, direct attitude —I dub this “Hot Scary Cas”—that leaves Dean... a little flustered, was just kina funny to me. Cas goes off on this mini rant about stopping the rogue Cupid and Dean just has this... expression. See for yourselves, skip to 0:40.

That’s just... hmmmm. Dean’s looking at Cas with these... half lidded eyes and leans in to say “of course we do” the way he does and what? Y’all expect me to believe that’s not code for holy shit Cas is so hot when he tells me what to do hhhhhhhhn???

This second scene also just had me CACKLING. You couldn’t even hear the original audio half the time in the clip I sent my friend. I was just laughing and asking myself why the hell anyone thinks Dean Winchester is a straight man. Skip to 0:57 for the start of it.

So, this naked Cupid gets all up-close and personal with each of them and Dean “doesn’t like it” and his eyes keep flittering around and HE KEEPS LOOKING DOWN. This man is (bi) PANICING. He’s freaked out (warranted), but he literally can’t keep his eyes level with everyone else’s! Like, Dean, dude, are you okay??? Do you need to sit down?? 

Alright, so now that I’ve pointed out these two scenes, you’re probably wondering what this has to do with Famine. My answer to that? Everything. 

Everyone in this town hungers for something. Love, sex, food, money, demon blood in Sam’s case, and burgers in Cas’. Dean though? Seemingly unaffected, right? Yeah, he says it’s not because he’s well adjusted or anything like that, he just doesn’t hunger for things. He wants, he gets. Famine though? Famine doesn’t exactly understand where Dean’s hunger is. He says Dean’s empty, basically dead inside. There’s nothing that could fill the chasm inside of him. Dean’s literally and figuratively been to hell and back, so this dude is messed up. Fair. 

However, I would like to argue that he’s not as unaffected as others may think. He’s actively not hungry for certain things like sex and food. At the start of the episode, Sam gives him the opening to go out on Unattached Drifter Christmas Valentine’s Day, to go find some lonely, desperate women. Dean basically says, “nah.” Same with the burger at the restaurant. Yes, he enjoys casual sex and greasy burgers, but he doesn’t hunger for them in a way that matters. In a way that could fill the void inside of him. He feels empty and these simple pleasures in his life do nothing to make him feel less so. 

There’s nothing that leaves him hungry in the same way that literally everyone else in this episode is. It doesn’t come close, but there is a want there. The chasm inside him is far too large to be filled with just one thing—he’s too damaged and broken and repressed. Yes, that’s right. He’s struggling with his bisexuality in this episode. It’s subtle, it’s not obvious, but it’s there more than usual. Looking at Cas the way he did, looking at the Cupid the way he did. There’s something there. He’s not driven by Famine’s hunger to outright face and deal with his attraction to men because he’s just so empty and broken, but the lingering pull is there. His bisexuality, his attraction to men, it’s there but it’s... kinda unimportant in the grand scheme of his life, especially amidst the damn Apocalypse. His want, his hunger, it’s there, but it’s faint. 

It wouldn’t fill the pit inside of him, but it would be a start, it seems. While things like food and sex and alcohol and whatever else would be like a couple grains of sand in the pit, dealing with his bisexuality—a very real part of himself he has kept buried deep inside because the life he has had to live doesn’t give much room for the kind of introspection necessary to consolidate those feelings and emotions into a tangible, fulfilling identity—would maybe be a couple handfuls of sand in the pit. Exploring his bisexuality could never fill the chasm, but it could maybe narrow the walls.

#bi dean #destiel #supernatural #deancas #thank you for coming to my ted talk #y'all can pry bi dean from my cold dead hands #am i projecting? #maybe #am I wrong? #i don't think so #pls feel free to come into my inbox or my dms to babble about this stuff with me #i would love a conversation! #I'll also probably re-visit this post when I get to the other cupid episode #I have things to say about that too #follow me if you would like to see my rambles on that too i guess lol #great 2020 re watch of supernatural

[dickspeightjrs]

Nut Up, Novak (au / 1.7k words)

Prompt 13 from my ‘30 Destiel Prompts’ for @caslikescoffeeandfreckles

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Castiel hummed to himself. He felt like a bumbly bee, happily buzzing around the kitchen. He was packing up a lunch to have on a picnic date with Dean. 

The thing between them was still a little new. They’d only been on a handful of dates since they’d met at the library where Castiel worked. 

Castiel had been stacking and rearranging the shelves when this man had come sauntering up to him loudly asking about a book he needed. 

After telling him, politely, to lower his voice because the green-eyed man was getting glares from the college students trying to cram for finals, Castiel took him to the correct area that he needed in order to find the book he was looking for.

“Thanks, man, you’re a life-saver.” He said. “My nerd-ass brother needs it for his final but he’s deep in study mode.”

“You’re most welcome.” Castiel assured, with his customer service smile tacked onto his face. 

The man hesitated for a moment, raking his eyes up Castiel’s body, taking in the slacks and sweater vest Castiel was wearing. “How do you remember where all the books are in this place?”

Castiel shrugged, trying not to feel self conscious at the stranger’s examining gaze. “I’ve read a few from each section, which helps a little, I suppose. I also happen to enjoy my job.” 

“Wow,” he said, “you must be super smart.” He grinned a lop-sided smile. 

Castiel blushed. “Well, I don’t know about that. But thank you.”

The lop-sided smile on the man’s face turned into a cheeky grin. “So,” he said, leaning his shoulder against the bookshelf he’d just picked up a book from, “how about we get together one day soon and you tell me some of the stuff that’s in your big brain?”

Castiel’s face couldn’t get any more red. Was this, frankly beautiful, man asking him out? It couldn’t be. They’d barely known each other for even a few minutes but Castiel could tell this man wasn’t the kind of guy that was normally into him. 

Castiel’s tie and sweater vest certainly weren’t the typical match for the ripped jeans and henley that this wonderful man was wearing. 

“What d’ya say?” The man asked when Castiel still hadn’t given an answer. He seemed a little cocky to Castiel but, instead of being put off by it, Castiel just thought it was a little goofy and endearing. 

“I think I’d like that.” Castiel smiled. 

“Good.” The man pushed himself off the shelf he’d been leaning against, and pulled his wallet out of his jeans pocket. He produced a card and passed it over to Castiel. 

‘Dean Winchester. 

Singer Salvage & Autos

TEL: [phone]’

Dean. It was suddenly the best name Castiel had heard (or seen, he supposed). 

“Text me.”

*  *  * 

Since then, Castiel discovered that Dean was much more than the cocky ‘bad boy’ vibe he’d tried to give off. 

For example, Dean cared a lot about his brother, Sam. He talked for most of their first date about Sam being the most hard working kid, and how he’d got into Stanford on a full ride. 

After about an hour, Dean had stopped for a second and cringed. “I’ve been talking about my dork of a little brother for our entire date, haven’t I?”

Castiel had chuckled and nodded but was quick to assure Dean that it was nice to hear about someone Dean cared so deeply for. He only hoped that one day Dean could care that much for him too. 

Now, Castiel was preparing for their third date. He’d planned a picnic to have on the grassy expanse overlooking the river on the edge of town. 

He was hoping that today would be the day that he’d finally work up the nerve to ask Dean to officially be his boyfriend. 

Putting the finishing touches to the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, Castiel licked the remaining peanut butter off the knife. If he wasn’t saving room for when he ate with Dean later, he’d finish off the jar. 

Peanut butter was a gift from the Gods as far as Castiel was concerned. 

Noticing the time on the clock, Castiel rushed to pack the remaining parts of the picnic into the basket and leave out the door. 

*  *  *

Later, at the river, Castiel arrived first and set everything up in anticipation for Dean’s arrival. 

Looking at the spread of food laid out on the blanket, Castiel couldn’t help but feel proud of what he’d put together. He just hoped Dean would like it. 

The nerves began to set in and spotting Dean across the way, walking towards him, only made it worse. 

Dean looked good today. His dark blue jeans and khaki henley hugged him in all the right places. And it sent Castiel’s heart racing. How was he meant to pluck up the courage to ask Dean to be his boyfriend now? 

“Hey, Cas.” Dean waved, as he approached. 

“Hello, Dean.” Castiel replied, patting the spot on the blanket next to him, inviting Dean to sit down with him. 

“Oh man,” Dean said, taking in all the elements of the picnic in front of him, “did you do all this?”

“Yea,” Castiel couldn’t help but blush, “I thought it would be nice for our third date. I hope that’s okay?” 

Dean nodded with an excited smile on his face. “Yeah, dude, this looks awesome!”

“Thank you, Dean.”

Dean grinned from ear to ear. 

Gosh, Castiel thought, Dean truly was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. 

He couldn’t wait any longer. 

“Dean?” Castiel asked, making eye contact with the other man. 

“Yeah, Cas?”

“Um, I was wondering, considering we’ve been on a few dates now, and I really enjoy spending time with you, and you’re very kind and caring and-”

“Cas, you’re rambling. What do you want to ask me?” Dean teased, a knowing grin on his face. If Castiel wasn’t so nervous he’d tell Dean off for winding him up. 

“Sorry. I just wanted to ask if you’d be my boyfriend? Officially?” Castiel immediately closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see Dean’s reaction. 

A hand came to rest on Castiel’s cheek. 

“Castiel, look at me.” Dean whispered. 

Castiel fluttered his eyes open to find Dean’s green ones intimately close. 

“I would love to be your boyfriend.”

A huge smile spread across Castiel’s face. He was so happy. He’d never expected it to lead to this when he’d helped a slightly cocky guy look for a book but he would never change a thing. 

“Can I ask you a question now?” Dean smiled. 

“Of course, Dean. Anything.” 

“Can we eat some of your food now?” Dean gave Cas a cheeky grin. 

Castiel chuckled and nodded, moving to take the food out of the packaging he’d wrapped it in. Dean’s eyes lit up when Castiel took a pie out of the basket. Already, Castiel knew that he’d do anything to keep that look of happiness on Dean’s face. 

Dean’s happy smile stayed on his face as he reached over to pick up a sandwich from the pile Castiel had carefully constructed. 

But the smile quickly turned sour when he brought the sandwich to his mouth. Castiel frowned when Dean sniffed at it instead of taking a bite. 

Just as Castiel was about to get really offended, Dean spoke up. 

“Uh, Cas?” He asked. “What’s in these sandwiches?”

“Just peanut butter and jelly. They’re my favourite. I ate some earlier though so it’s okay, there's nothing wrong with them.” Castiel explained. 

“No, no Cas. It’s not that, it’s just,” Dean awkwardly rubbed at the back of his neck, placing the sandwich delicately back on the pile, “I have a nut allergy. That sandwich could literally kill me.” 

The blood drained from Castiel’s face. Dean had only just agreed to be his boyfriend and now Cas was trying to kill him! God, Dean would probably never want to see him again, let alone date him after this. 

“Oh my god, Dean! I’m so sorry! I had no idea. I didn’t even think. Oh god. I could have killed you.” Castiel frantically apologised, breaths coming fast and deep. 

“Woah, dude.” Dean raised his hands in a calming gesture. “It’s okay. It’s an honest mistake. You couldn’t have known.” 

Castiel could hear Dean’s words but his body wasn’t watching up. Deep breaths kept being drawn into his body. 

“Cas,” Dean gathered Castiel’s hands in his, “focus on your breathing and listen to me. It’s okay. I hadn’t told you yet. I’m fine. You’re fine. We’re okay.”

Castiel finally snapped back, his eyes focused on Dean’s. They then moved down to look at his hands enclosed by Dean’s.

Dean noticed Castiel calm and leant down to place a soft kiss on their joined hands. “Are you back with me?”

Castiel nodded. He didn’t trust his voice to speak. 

“It’s not something I usually tell people right away,” Dean explained, softly. “I dunno, I guess I feel embarrassed by it. It’s kinda nerdy. I tend to just avoid things where I don’t know that the food situation will be, y’know?” 

Hearing Dean speak badly of himself made Castiel find his voice. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You can’t help it.” 

Dean shrugged. “I just feel bad. You went to all this effort for me and I can’t eat it.” 

Castiel shook his head. “It’s okay, Dean. We still have the pie. I got an apple one because I remember you mentioning that it’s your favourite?”

Dean blushed. “You remembered that?” Castiel nodded. 

The two men looked softly at each other for a moment. Dean looked into Castiel’s eyes like he was searching for something. After a couple of moments, he must have found what he was looking for because he opened his mouth to speak. 

“Cas, how long ago did you have some of that peanut butter?” Dean whispered, moving his hand to cup Castiel’s cheek. 

Castiel frowned. “A few hours ago. Why?”

“I just wanted to check it was safe for me to do this.”

And with that Dean leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Castiel’s lips. Once Castiel got with the program, he opened his mouth to allow Dean to deepen the kiss. 

*  *  * 

Eventually, when Dean and Castiel moved in together, Castiel had to give up his favourite food. 

But he’d found that the taste of peanut butter wasn’t his favourite anymore. Instead, it was the taste of Dean every time they kissed. 

Now that was the true gift from the Gods. 

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it Lexi!

Fun fact: I have a severe peanut allergy so I really enjoyed writing this one lmao. And much like in the fic, everyone else is always more concerned about me dying from it than I am haha

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[jojosbizarrewriter]

Hiya! I saw requests were open! I love your writing :) and I wanted to request the Stardust Crusaders(if not all then just Kakoyin and Jotaro please) to an innocent looking S/O that is super savage ( witty ) and fierce, but normally the S/O is super chill happy go lucky and bubbly.

I really hope this was what you were looking for!!! ;;;o;;;

I was having big doubts about what I wrote but I’m posting it anyway despite it! So I only went with joots and kak to make it a little easier for me. Enjoy these little scenarios!🍒⭐️ :’3

Warnings: a dirty joke LMAO

Jotaro:

Stopping at a town Joseph said would be a good resting place, you opt for you and Jotaro to do a minor sweep of the surrounding area before the last lick of daylight would come to an end.

“Come back soon, you two!” Calls the old man as you both we’re already towards what seemed to be a shopping district. You turn around and stick your arm into the air while waving back “Okay!! I’ll make sure Jotaro doesn’t get into too much trouble!” You joke, your other arm nudging Jotaro in the side.

The typical ‘good grief’ could be heard but when you look up at him, not even the brim of his hat could hide the slight smile he wore. Though while your sweep was going accordingly, two drunks who stumbled out of a nearby bar caught your form and they cat called for you. You and Jotaro had both kept walking, deciding to think nothing of it, but when they started to name your appearance off, Jotaro was about to turn around and have a few words. However, you beat him to it with a quick turn on your heel.

When they finally had your attention, they were about to make an approach before your voice stopped them in their tracks “Hey! Do you know they call a cheap circumcision?” You ask with a giggle and when they both looked at each other with a dumbfounded expression, your sweet demeanor was now coated with an intense aura “It’s call a rip-off, so unless you want to know what that feels like, I suggest you turn around and head the other direction!”

The two men didn’t spare another second of your time before your looming threat would potentially become reality as they scurried off somewhere else. Jotaro chuckled before you continue on your walk, speaking for but a moment “Sour and sweet. I like it.”

Kakyoin:

It was rather fun getting to spend some quality time alone with Kakyoin, you two could be doing anything and you’d find it to be a joy. Right now, you were both sight seeing at a few locations, taking goofy pictures with a disposable camera you bought to make a scrapbook back home.

Though it wasn’t until a follower of Dio had made themselves present to you both and announced their plan to ultimately kill off all of the potential threats to their Lord. It wasn’t a story that was original and it caused you to sigh when you brought out your stand and was ready to fight back without hesitation.

The enemy scoffed when you weren’t doing exactly what they thought would happen “Why aren’t you cowering in fear?! I’m one of Lord Dio’s stronge-“ their sentence was cut short by a fake yawn your acted out while putting the camera away in your pocket, Kakyoin had stood beside you, Hierophant Green at the ready.

“You aren’t the first to attack us and you won’t be the last. Just know that you’re the bug in this situation-” You pause to stifle a giggle before the enemy had called you out for your obscenities, but you don’t give them the satisfaction of a true response.

You simply clear your throat while cracking your fingers in succession then you shoot the stand user a fierce grin “And we are the windshield! So I hope you’re ready for this!”. Kakyoin lets out a soft laugh under his breath when all he can think for a moment is how much he loves your cute and fiery sides.

#jjba x reader #jotaro x reader #kakyoin x reader #jotaro scenarios #kakyoin scenarios

[normal-thoughts-official]

Ohh angsty Camille headcanon, Camille hated it when Magnus danced (cause she sucks) so she slowly belittled him and made fun of him for it till he lost passion for it and just Magnus healing and finding his love for dancing again, maybe with the help of his family and Alec and just him doing goofy little dances in the kitchen, obviously the trauma will still be there but just him being happy and dancing

ok tw for abuse and racist/queerphobic rethoric

love the "cause she sucks" it's the best and most correct assessment of camille's reasoning for anything. really tho yeah i have the hc that as the Shitty Straight Girl™ that she is, she was probably all up magnus' ass for being gnc, and that probably included how he dance

not all kinds of dances obviously because when they met men dancing, particularly waltz, was still a somewhat desirable skill. but basically she thought that he should waltz and that's it. and there's of course always that sweet racism laced in since dancing is important in- well, any culture, including the javanese. so of course she deeply despises how much it means to magnus, even when he's not doing traditional dances, because you know. do you want to look like a savage? and other fun stuff to hear

even with the waltz she'd get all over his ass too like only respectable slow proper dancing allowed, no dips, no dramatics, no nothing. you are such an attention seeker. what the hell do you need all those eyes on you for?

so yeah slowly he stopped to dance, at least when he wasn't completely 100% alone, because it was just. not worth it, and he started to feel bad about it, and it just sucked

obviously that started to change with dot, who loves to dance and particularly enjoys dancing in fun, dramatic ways, as we've seen in their dancing scenes together. i also like to think that raphael dances, because like, come on. stoic vampire or not (and that is mostly a defensive facade he puts up anyway), dancing is important. there's no way that raphael didn't use to dance a lot in méxico, and then in the US with his sister, and you can't tell me that it isn't a way for him to feel closer to his family and culture, especially after he could no longer eat. fuck you

so like raphael teaching magnus his own traditional dances and the two of them clapping and trying out a few steps here and there? and it's a little awkward as they're both hesitant because raphael can't control his body very well yet and he feels a little stupid and magnus is dealing with, well, his baggage. but they still try and end up smiling, at the very least? yes. and magnus hadn't even realized how much he missed it until he started doing it again

and then he had his thing with dot and she enjoyed dancing so soon he was dancing with her, too. and it was fun and crazy and everything he loved and missed, jumping on couches, throwing pillows out of the way, you know? that whole mess. and laughing and kissing by the time it was over, and feeling so much better and like he could burst and embrace the whole world? yes

but also he always ended up pulling away and kind of pretending it didn't happen because the whole thing felt so vulnerable and magnus wasn't ready for that, and he still kept it to closed doors. you know? and maybe a part of him thought that this was a dot thing, that she was different. but slowly he started to dance more, with dot and cat and sometimes raphael, and even roping ragnor in just to embarrass the old man, and overall he feels like it's something he manages to reconnect it. of course, there's also pandemonium, but in there it's different cuz whenever magnus dances he's putting on a show, not letting go

still, this is mostly something that he gets back to doing, one way or another

but then with alec he's hesitant because alec is so... stoic. he clearly hasn't danced a day in his life other than their wedding, it's not very important to him, it's not something he even knows how to do. and a part of magnus fears that he will see it the same way camille did. maybe even that he will see magnus as less of a man, which goes into his fear that alec will leave him for transphobia and etc etc

and just... that dream, man. like magnus really just wants to dance with alec so bad, he's dreaming about it, he wants to be courted and spoiled and then to have some good, goofy dancing. i mean in the dream it was all very suave cuz... well, it was a dream, but their dance wasn't super serious, they were lowkey bantering and goofing around and the dance looked fun, especially the part where they were hand in hand and just moving their feet? that step is called contratempo in portuguese but idk about english

just like...... he wants to have fun impromptu dances and be silly with alec, okay. and maybe be romanced a little bit and dipped. and then dip back, because they're equals and he wants to be able to pull off some dramatics without camille's voice telling him that he's such an attention seeker and keeps throwing her around. he just wants to have fun with him

and it probably first comes up on accident, like.... alec catches him dancing to something..... lmao he's dancing to I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) just for maximum unsubtlety in this narrative. yes i'm bringing up whitney houston again. look there's no way magnus doesn't love her

and alec has no plans of joining in but he smiles at the sight of his goofy boyfriend doing some dramatic dances (dipping himself because he can magically keep his balance, generally being happy and silly) and magnus kinda stops and is embarrassed and alec is like "no, don't stop, wtf" and magnus is like uh. and alec is like "it looked like you were having fun" and magnus is like "well, care to join, then?" and alec is like....... you know what, okay. because he's curious, and alec likes learning new things, especially things he would have probably grimaced at when he was trying oh so desperately to be the perfect shadowhunter

and it's very different from what it was with dot because dot was a good dancer, and there's no way alec doesn't suck. but it's fun in its own way, trying to get alec to learn the steps and alec just making a mess of himself with his huge limbs and taking the whole thing way too seriously and concentrating super hard on emulating the movements perfectly? the complete lack of ginga, man. i'm losing it a little bit

but it's what makes it fun because alec is trying and magnus can't keep a straight face and he's laughing nonstop. and alec gets competitive and mock offended like "how dare you" and of course he greatly enjoys dipping magnus (i feel like not so much being dipped, especially initially, because he already feels like he doesn't have a lot of control, but also he'll do it for magnus) and it's just silly and lighthearted? aaaa

and of course moments of him dancing with his family :') just him and the immortal squad and alec and maia and meliorn and simon because i said so and also polycule rights???? and just aaaaa having fun and everyone roasting the shit out of alec and ragnor and magnus is so happy and home :)))

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[flutistbyday2020]

Bury a Friend Chapter One:

Reposting my “Supernatural” AU! This story features the reader— YN— and her friend, Amanda, as they deal with the life of being a hunter. YN is in love with Dean, but we all know how Dean is. I played around with cannon when it comes to plot and ages, please don’t hate me! Lmao.

Set in season 3/4/5 so far, so consider this your spoiler warning!

Pairing— Dean x Reader (eventually)

Characters— OFC Amanda, reader, Dean, Sam, Ellen, Jo, Bobby, etc.

Word count— 2219

I will only accept 50 tags for this!

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Dean Winchester.

What. A. Man.

No, a God.

Y/N had known Dean and Sam for years. 10, almost 11 years, to be exact.

Y/N met them when she was just 15; just a teenage girl, who hadn’t even finished going through puberty yet.

When Y/N met Dean and Sam, the girl was gangly, angled, and uncoordinated. The amount of times Y/N tripped over her own feet or ran into a screen door, was too many to count. Y/N was not a graceful teenager. She had tried activities like gymnastics to help, but she broke her arm and never went back.

She was a graceful adult, though.

Between puberty, her father’s training regime, and some miracle, Y/N had stopped tripping over her own feet and started to become a true hunter.

Her father trained her mentally and physically. Y/N could handle any weapon that dropped in her hands, She could single-handedly shove stakes through hearts, and she always made sure to have the upper hand. She was smart, too. She knew her limits and never bit off more than she could chew.

She used her small stature to her advantage: she could hide most anywhere and she could wiggle out most monster’s grips.

She was adept, daft, and cunning. She also knew to keep a low profile— nobody had been able to pin her down.

She was deadly.

Y/N had met Sam and Dean through a family friend who knew John Winchester. They were all hunters; a life that Y/N had desperately tried to escape. Her Dad would drop Y/N off with Sam when he and John would go on a hunt. Dean was resentful that he had another “kid” to look after, but Sam was grateful to have another person to talk to. Sam and Y/N were close up until the day he graduated from high school. Sam left after a huge fight with his father and never looked back.

Y/N had mourned the loss of her friendship with Sam, but Dean never gave Y/N a second glance. Which wasn’t surprising— Dean was almost 10 years her senior, nine years and 364 days… Not that Y/N has counted or anything. She was just a kid to him.

Dean and John left seven years ago and Y/N hasn't heard from a Winchester since.

When Y/N started hunting, She began to track Sam and Dean. She followed their trail through newspapers. Once they had reunited with Ellen, Y/N got a phone call every time they showed.

She had long tried to forget about her feelings for Dean, but she kept an eye on the brothers to make sure their paths didn’t cross.

Until the universe decided to pull the Winchester’s back into her life.

Y/N was at the Roadhouse, nursing a whiskey, neat, when she heard a voice She thought she would never hear again.

“Y/N?” The voice boomed from across the bar.

Y/N turned to the source of the noise. A goofy smile coming across her face when she realized who was speaking to her

“Well, I’ll be!” She said to the giant man before her.

Sam had aged, but well. Under all that bulk of muscle, the kid that she knew was still there. She could see it in the kindness of his eyes. Even though the life of a hunter was cruel, he was still good.

Y/N stood to hug Sam, but he swept her up in his arms and spun around. Y/N laughed loudly but clung to him. She inhaled his cologne and all those good memories she had of spending time with the Winchester’s came back in waves of nostalgia.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N,” he said as he put her back on her feet.

“You too, Sam!” Y/N said, joyfully as she sat down. “Care to join me?”

Sammy nodded before turning to Dean.

“Dean, you remember Y/N?”

Dean glared at her. “Yeah, Cameron’s kid,” he grunted. “Dumped her with me. Gave me another mouth to feed.”

Y/N tsked her tongue at Sam before turning toward him. “Is he always such an ass?”

This earned a laugh from Sam. “Yeah,” he guffawed. “Yeah, he is.”

“Whatever,” Dean huffed. “Can I get a beer, Jo?”

They waited until Dean had skulked off to the corner of the bar before resuming conversation.

When Y/N was 15, their age gap made the world of a difference. But now that she was 25? 10 years didn’t seem all that bad. And Dean looked good for 35. Really good. Even though he was still an ass.

“So, what brings you here?” She asked Sam, turning toward him with a bright smile.

Sam shrugged. “It’s been awhile since we’ve had a case. Dean was getting restless, so I suggested we come here. It’s the closest thing we have to a home.”

“You don’t go to Bobby’s anymore?” It was an innocent question, but she could tell it set Sam on edge.

Sam’s eyes darkened for a second.

“Consider the question withdrawn,” Y/N half joked.

She knew Bobby had a heart attack and she also knew that neither Sam nor Dean had bothered to pick up a phone and call Bobby in almost a year— that’s why she was in town. She had hoped that the boys had long moved on from their relationship with Bobby.

Y/N had called Ellen for her weekly check in when Ellen had told her Bobby had a heart attack. Y/N rushed to Sioux Falls immediately.

Jo had gushed every detail about Sam and Dean to Y/N when Y/N and Amanda came to the Roadhouse three nights ago.

“How do you know about Bobby?” He asked, leaning closer to her.

It was Y/N’s turn to shrug. “You and Dean are famous in this world,” she said nonchalantly as she downed the whiskey in one swig. “Word gets around. My dad knew him, too,” I offered. “Said he was a drunk.”

The truth was, Y/N knew Bobby through her father as well. Her father and Bobby had been close for about twenty years before a hunt went very, very wrong.

Her father had almost gotten Bobby killed, and instead of owning up to it, Cameron pinned the blame on Bobby.

That fight created a rift between Cameron and Bobby that nobody could fix.

Y/N had reached out to Bobby only twice in the past seven years— once to see if he’d help her. He said he had no interest in helping Cameron’s blood, and once more just to tell him that Cameron had passed away. Even though they weren’t in contact, she still cared for Bobby. She always drove by his house when she was in town, just to make sure he was alive.

Y/N knew that if Sam and Dean found out that Bobby had been hurt, and almost killed, by her father, they would most likely turn on her. Bobby was the only family they had left, and Bobby hated Y/N.

That made Sam laugh. “That’s what they all say. But those who know him—”

“Know he’s mostly sober?”

Y/N and Sam laughed. She didn’t realize how much she had missed the younger Winchester brother. His presence was a breath of fresh air.

Jo poured another round.

“So what are you doing here?” He asked.

Y/N looked at him, debating if she should tell him the truth. “Ellen’s like a second mom to me,” she said after a moment. “She likes to think she’s checking up on me, but really, I’m checking up on her.” It wasn’t completely untrue. Ellen did like it when Y/N popped in, but only ‘cause she was a hunter and she was worried sick about Y/N.

Y/N could see the wheels turning in Sam’s mind and hoped he wouldn’t press it. Eventually, he nodded, accepting her words.

They fell into an awkward silence. They both knew that you couldn’t trust other hunters as far as you could throw. They both knew that Y/N had just lied to him for a reason.

“Y/N,” Sammy started.

She looked at him. Her heart broke when she saw the sadness in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for how I left things.”

Y/N waved her hand dismissively. “That was years ago, Sam. C’est la vie.”

Y/N moved to get out of her seat, but Sam’s hand was on hers in a second. She couldn’t help but look up at him.

“I mean it, Y/N. I was so desperate to get out that I didn’t care who got caught in the crossfire. I messed up.”

Y/N could see the sincerity on his face. “Okay,” She whispered. She cleared her throat. “But I really should get going. The rowdy crowd is about to show up.” Y/N gave Sam a shit-eating grin and slapped money down on the bar.

When Y/N turned, she couldn’t help but notice Dean. Well, who Dean was chatting up, anyhow.

He was leaning against the bar, talking up her best friend, Amanda. Y/N Looked back at Sam and winked. “Watch this.”

She walked over to Dean. He either didn’t sense her presence or didn’t care. Y/N looked at Amanda, and Amanda noticed her best friend instantly.

Y/N slightly raised her eyebrows, asking Amanda a silent question. Do you want me to stop this? When one friend was being hit on by men they didn’t like, the other would come over and would ask, “Honey, are you ready to go?” Before sharing a kiss with the other to get the man to go away. Most of the time, it worked. Sometimes, the guy was a creep and wanted to “join them”. Those guys usually got a punch to the nose.

Amanda gave a slight nod, inscrutable to anyone who didn’t know the pair .

Y/N stepped in between Dean and Amanda, making herself known.

“Dean,” Y/N crooned in a voice saved for men she thought were one step above Neanderthals, “I see you’ve met Amanda.” Y/N smiled brightly, but her eyes showed a silent threat.

“Yes, I have, Sweetheart,” Dean said, with confidence dripping from him. He winked at Y/N before turning to Amanda.

It took everything Y/N and Amanda had not to laugh.

“I hate to break it to you, Dean, but you’re barking up the wrong tree,” Y/N said in a tone that indicated that he should leave.

Dean stood up straighter. He looked down at Y/N, literally and figuratively. “Is that so, sweetheart?” His voice challenged Y/N this time.

Y/N gave a small laugh. “Yes, it is Dean. You should leave before you get humiliated.”

“Ha,” he said, his signature cocky smile on his face again.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. “I warned you.” She wrapped her arms around Amanda’s neck and kissed her friend deeply.

Dean’s jaw dropped and Sam started laughing in the background.

Y/N pulled away from Amanda and looked at Dean. He shrunk back from the pair and sank onto a stool. He was leaning on the bar again, shell shocked from what just happened. Y/N knew he was a little turned on, too. It was in his eyes.

Y/N raised her eyebrows suggestively while leaning into Dean.

He was disarmed by the powermove and lust, so it was easy for Y/N to reach into his pocket and snag his wallet.

“I told you, Dean. Wrong tree,” She whispered seductively. Once the wallet was securely on her person, Y/N discreetly pulled out her knife.

Her lips were millimeters away from Dean’s and she could tell he wanted to kiss her.

Y/N licked her lips as one final distraction before slamming the knife into the bar top, pinning his jacket sleeve securely to the wood.

He reacted like Y/N knew he would— He tried to bounce out of his seat, but was stuck to the bar top.

By the time he had successfully removed the knife, Y/N was already halfway out the door, Amanda in tow.

“Keep the knife, sweetheart,” Y/N called as she dragged Amanda out of the door and into the night.

Sam walked up to dean. “Dude—“

“Don’t say anything,” Dean threatened as he pulled his jacket back on. He patted down his sides. “Son of a bitch!” Dean exclaimed as he patted down his front and back pockets. “She just took my wallet!”

This made Sam, Jo, and Ellen laugh.

“Shut up,” Dean hissed.

Ellen leaned across the bar. “She may have been just “Cameron’s kid”, Dean, but she’s not a baby anymore. Her daddy died five years ago, and she was hunting on her own till she found Amanda two years ago.”

Dean looked at Ellen, then at Sam. He had definitely underestimated Y/N.

Ellen could see the lust in Dean's Eyes so she clicked her tongue dismissively in response. “Don’t go messing with her, Dean Winchester. She’s had enough heartache for a lifetime.”

Dean stared at the door, hoping to see Y/N again, and not just because she had his wallet.

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@kingliam2019

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@kimmiedoo5

#spn dean winchester #spn dean #spn sam #sam winchester #sam winchester supernatural #spn fic #supernatural oc #spn fanfiction #spn reader insert #dean x reader #supernatural fanfiction

[writhingcreature]

Prompt 6 ~ Stanlon

Request: "If you're still looking for prompts I have Careful You by TV on the Radio that I've made Stan and Mike's song. Do what you will with this lmao, it's a good song, and stanlon is a good ship" @savage-sinning-salt

A/n: FUCK YES STANLON!! Sorry I'm taking forever with these. The last while has been ROUGH.

Note: I’m sorry this is so short? I struggled with this song and making it longer I don’t know. Also sorry it took me so long (again). Hope you like it :)

High school had ripped almost all of the Losers up into shreds. The others were far too eager to leave Derry. And they did. After Beverly, Bill’s parents moved him away before their freshman year of high school was even over. Then Eddie talked his mom into moving as well, a little later, after their junior year. That was after he’d realized he was in love with Richie and had panicked after seeing Richie kiss Ben, who was crazy missing Beverly. Apparently they’d picked up an interesting friends with benefits thing.

After graduation, the rest of them were gone too. Except Mike. And Stan.

Stan wanted to go. He wanted to escape this stupid town and all the horrors it refused to let him forget. He wanted to run away from everything too. It seemed that when people left Derry - especially the Losers, who knew more about the town than anyone else - they forgot. The Losers forgot IT, but also each other. It was apparent first when Beverly stopped returning their calls and letters. Next when Bill did the same thing. Even more so when Eddie followed their lead, breaking Ben and Richie’s hearts even more.

Stan didn’t want to forget. Maybe escaping the memory of this hell hole would be nice, but not if it meant forgetting Mike.

Through high school, Mike and Stan found a weird place of safety and warmth in each other. While the world raged, hot and hard and painful, they found softness in each other. A cool breeze on a hot day. A bottle of water in the middle of the desert. A warm shower after a day trekking through snow. They were drawn to each other he same way Richie and Eddie were drawn to each other and Bev, Bill, and Ben were drawn to each other. Though Ben and Bill would never admit to that last bit.

When Eddie freaked out over Ben and Richie, it just became painfully clear. Mike and Stan were in love with each other.

Mike had an easier time with this than Stan did. Especially when he still lived with his parents, who were very religious and kept drilling into his mind that two men loving each in that way was wrong in every sense of the word. It was hard to recognize feelings that not only his family scorned, but also when said emotions were literally getting people killed in Derry.

Stan was in denial for a very long time. Wondering what made Mike so special. Wondering why he felt and reacted the way he always did when he saw or was near or even just thought about Michael Hanlon.

Then he moved out of his parents’, taking part in this business that allowed him to call people, working from a distance. It allowed him to stay in Derry, which should have been a bummer, except it wasn’t. Mike and him moved in together, using the excuse that they could split rent. They even got a two bedroom apartment, going to the same local college so they could get one car and save gas. Mike eventually got a job at the Derry library, and Stan’s little business soon took off. Which was ironic, since everyone had doubted him before.

They did well for themselves. Very well, actually. They were happy and took care of each other and graduated high school with a lot less stress and debt than most college kids. Out of school and away from family, it was easy to grow... close. Stan did most of the house cleaning and grocery shopping and general home keeping up, since Mike was at work most of the time, while Stan worked at home. Mike did most of the cooking though. It was perfect.

Well, almost perfect.

Every once in a while their gazes would meet and it was shy and they would find themselves buzzing and warm, like sitting in a warm room that wasn’t too hot but just nice. Cozy. Sometimes one of them wouldn’t be able to sleep and they’d fall asleep together on the couch. Or one of them would have a nightmare and the other would climb into bed with them, or they would climb into bed with the other. Sometimes the only way to get Stan to calm down was to play with his hair like his mom used to, easing him to sleep. Since Stan basically curled around Mike, Mike was unable to stand up and leave after Stan was finally asleep. And he didn’t want to, even if he could have.

Sometimes they went to church together, though they did that less and less as time passed and they grew closer. One time Stan had rested his head on Mike’s shoulder without thinking. It was bad enough to the people in the congregation that Mike was black, but seeing the two men be close and affectionate? Yeah no. Derry was still far too small minded and dangerous for that kind of stuff.

It confused Stan why people treated Mike they way they did. Mike was sweet and caring and attentive and considerate. He was amazing and handsome and cuddly and gave the best hugs. His smile light up the world and made the sun itself a little brighter, a little warmer. Made life more bearable. Made everything a little more interesting and exciting. Mike was... beautiful.

It was when Mike, sleepy, woke up one morning to Stan cooking that Stan finally realized what was up with his head and heart. Mike had had a really rough night and it was nearing 10am, several hours after Mike usually got up. At least it was his day off. Stan had decided to make him breakfast to try and start today off well, since he’d had a bad day previously.

Mike came in, his face sleepy and his feet dragging, his shoulders sagging and his smile soft and goofy. Stan didn’t think anything about the way Mike was approaching him until he put his arms around Stan from behind, resting his chin on Stan’s shoulder.

Stan almost burned the food.

“Sorry,” Mike mumbled, leaning away. “You’re just so warm...”

“No wait!” Stan caught his arm. He hesitated and then pulled Mike back, turning to the food again. Much more awake now, Mike slowly wrapped his arms back around Stan’s waist and replaced his chin. For a few seconds it was tense and Stan kept having to remind himself about the eggs so he didn’t ruin them, but eventually it was easy.

This was easy.

Mike was easy.

How could anything that had to do with Mike ever be wrong?

Stan eased the eggs onto a plate and then put the pan in the sink, to clean later. The second that was taken care of, he spun around and grabbed Mike’s shirt, pulling him close. They both met eagerly, Mike completely awake now.

Mike’s hold was firm but soft. His kiss was soft and slow. Everything about him was sensual and for the first time in his life, Stan didn’t notice the bitter aftertaste of unbrushed teeth in the morning. The drilled thoughts from this stupid town and his parents didn’t matter. IT didn’t matter. All his other friends having moved on and forgetting them didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

Only Mike.

When they separated, it was hard for both of them to open their eyes They stayed close, their lips still touching a second before they shifted so their foreheads rested against each other, their noses bumping each other’s affectionately as they nuzzled closer. Mike leaned into Stan, pressing him into the counter. 

“I love you,” Mike whispered. “I have for a while.”

Stan felt giddy. “It took me so long to realize... I’m such an idiot.” They both chuckled breathlessly, Mike shaking his head.

“You’re not an idiot.”

There was silence, both of them taking each other in. Finally Stan leaned away, both of them opening their eyes. “I love you too.” He leaned again, desperately wanting to kiss Mike again. Mike went to go on with that slow kiss again but Stan didn’t have the patience for it this time. He kissed Mike harder, putting the break between kisses more closely together. Mike reacted instantly, pressing into him more. Their hold on each other tightened.

Stan pulled away, Mike trailing after him. He smirked, leaning close to whisper something in Mike’s ear before moving his lips to the skin of Mike’s neck. Mike shivered.

They’d have to eat the eggs later. Right now they had... other things to take care of.

At least now, they’d have plenty of time to do both for the rest of their lives. Forget anything and anyone else.

#stan uris #stanley uris #mike hanlon #it stephent king #it 2017 #it 2019 #stan x mike #mike x stan #losers club #stanlon

[gamerwoo]

Kihyun: Comfort

Anonymous asked: when u mentioned deaf mate i immediately thought about kihyun lol for some reason ... bc he has a really nice voice, that maybe a lot of ppl fall for that, but his mate couldnt so yeah.... but it would be maybe a pity if his mate couldnt hear him lol ignore me

Characters: Kihyun x deaf!female reader (featuring Monsta X and ofc)

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, angst, fluff

Word count: 3,547

Summary: Kihyun’s used to people falling for his voice. He’s used to men, women, and everything in between and outside gathering around him when he sings around campus. You, however, can’t hear anything. After an accident as a child, your world has gone silent. But Kihyun always makes it work, and even finds a way to make you hear him.

a/n: things in bold are in sign language (and I’m really sorry if anything is inaccurate because I didn’t have anybody to ask for reference so pls know I did my best and I’m sorry if I somehow offended anybody hard of hearing ok thank you) ((and I’m also sorry for any spelling errors lmao)) 

You’d never stopped to hear the boy with the angelic voice sing outside by the bistro. He always watched you walk by, his eyes glued to you while his mouth formed the words from memory. Despite music being something he loved, Kihyun already loved you more. You were his mate, after all -- you just were unaware of it.

Meanwhile, you never stopped to listen to him because you didn’t hear his singing. You couldn’t hear his beautiful voice flow through the air as effortlessly as the wind, nor could you hear the people who clapped when he was done. In fact, you couldn’t hear anything. The world was silent to you, so you didn’t notice a lot of things, actually. 

That was why it took so long for you to actually meet Kihyun.

There was something Kihyun didn’t notice about you, though: you were deaf. He’d never seen anybody sign to you, and he never realized he’d never seen you talk to anybody. 

“Hey,” Kihyun got the attention of Changkyun and Minhyuk beside him as you walked into the cafe for lunch. He nodded his head toward you. “Do you know who that is?”

“Nope,” Minhyuk replied simply.

“Kinda,” Changkyun shrugged, “why?”

“She always walks by when I’m playing, but she never stops to listen,” Kihyun sulked, resting his chin on his fists as his contact-covered eyes watched you walk over to an empty table and set your things down. “She doesn’t even look at me.”

Changkyun scoffed, “Well, I’d say there’s a pretty good reason for that.”

Kihyun’s head darted to the side to look at Changkyun, “What’s the reason?

“Wait,” Minhyuk spoke up, looking at his brother with wide eyes as he lowered his voice, “did you imprint?”

Kihyun ignored his question, gripping the youngest pack member’s shoulders, “What the reason, Changkyun?”

Changkyun gave his brother a strange look, “Sh-she’s deaf, hyung. Now let me go.”

Kihyun released his grip as everything in his head suddenly clicked. Why you weren’t entranced by his voice like everyone else; why you never spared him a single glance. It wasn’t that you were ignoring him, it was that you couldn’t hear him -- or anything, for that matter.

But that realization hit, and he stared at you across the room as it sunk in that his mate was deaf. You couldn’t and would never be able to hear him, and he would have to find other means of communication. You probably did things different than he would, and he’d have to accommodate for that.

But it was okay, because Kihyun would do anything for you, even if you didn’t even know he existed.

Flash forward however many months later, and you were inseparable from Kihyun. He rushed to become fluent in sign language, he was always patient with you, and he always found a way around obstacles in your friendship-turned-relationship -- despite how romantic it sounded, the story of the two of you finally dating was really quite boring. You were just glad you had Kihyun now.

There was always one thing that upset you, especially when you found out it meant a lot to Kihyun.

While in the kitchen watching Kihyun help make dinner, you noticed his lips moving while he cut vegetables. It was something he seemed to do a lot -- talk to himself. Even though you knew there were other people in the kitchen, you had turned to see if maybe he was having a conversation, but Hyungwon was on his phone and paying no attention while Changkyun was playing a game on his laptop with his headphones on.

You tapped your mate’s arm lightly to get his attention. Why do you talk to yourself?

Kihyun chuckled at your question before replying. I’m not talking to myself, I’m singing.

You cocked your head to one side. You sing?

He just nodded with a smile.

Hyungwon looked up when he heard Kihyun laugh, catching onto the conversation. He sighed, saying to himself, “A little too often...”

Do you like singing?

Kihyun nodded quickly. A lot.

You frowned, looking back at the counter with furrowed brows. You never knew Kihyun liked singing, you just thought he was talking to himself this whole time. But you were upset because you couldn’t hear him sing. Your mate clearly enjoyed it and you couldn’t even enjoy it with him or encourage him. You just wanted to hear him sing for yourself.

Kihyun put a finger under your chin, making you meet his worried eyes. What’s wrong?

You just shook your head, not wanting to upset him because you were upset. Nothing, don’t worry.

But even if you told him not to worry, Kihyun would worry until he figured out what was bugging you.

-

You couldn’t stop thinking about the singing thing for two weeks. You didn’t let it show, but whenever you saw Kihyun ‘talking to himself’ you’d frown a little and wish that you could hear. Sure, you didn’t need to hear his voice to love him -- you loved him for everything else -- but you just wanted to love everything about him. It never bothered you that you couldn’t hear his normal voice, but singing was something he loved. You wanted to be able to witness and enjoy something he loved for yourself. It almost made you feel like a bad mate for not being able to support him.

Changkyun’s hand waved in front of your face, making you blink and get dragged back to reality: class.

Changkyun sat beside you at the table, looking at you expectantly. You okay?

You just nodded. I’m alright. Sorry.

Can I ask you something?

I guess.

Have you been okay lately?

Changkyun wasn’t normally the one to check up on you. Changkyun was more like the goofy friend that you could go to for jokes and to dick around, but he was never really serious about anything. If you wanted somebody to check in on you, you could rely more on Kihyun, Shownu or Wonho. So the fact that Changkyun of all people was asking if you were okay meant you must not have been hiding your feelings very well.

Why do you ask?

Kihyun started singing when he was walking us to class, and you were frowning the whole time -- you’ve actually been frowning a lot lately when hyung sings. Do you not like it?

You wished you could know if you liked it or not -- though you were sure you’d like it just because it was Kihyun and you’d want him to sing to you even if he ended up sounding like a dying toad. But instead of answering Changkyun’s question, you asked one of your own -- one you’d wondered for a long time.

Does Kihyun sing well?

Changkyun gave you a puzzled look.

Does Kihyun’s voice sound pretty?

Chankgyun shrugged. Yeah. I guess so. Why?

What does it sound like?

Changkyun just shrugged, making some kind of ‘I don’t know’ noise that you obviously didn’t hear. Why are you asking weird questions?

You shook your head, turning back to your open notebook. It’s nothing. I was just curious.

Changkyun wasn’t stupid. He figured Kihyun’s singing must’ve had to do with it. Were you upset you couldn’t hear it? Is that why you were asking about it? Is that why you frowned when he started to sing? He kept those questions in his head even after class when he brought up the topic again, not wanting to let it go until he got to the bottom of what was wrong.

You frowned when he stopped you from leaving the room to sign the questions to you. The professor was gone and so were the students but you wanted to just leave and go have your hour break in the library alone.

Please just let it go. It’s not a big deal.

Kihyun knows you’re down about it and you know he’ll worry either way. You might as well let me help you.

No offense, but you’re almost dead last on the list of people I’d ask for advice -- especially relationship related.

Changkyun frowned. Harsh.

You rolled your eyes, letting out a sigh through your nose. I don’t like that I can’t enjoy something that he loves. He loves singing and I can’t even hear it. He can’t sing to me or anything.

He gave you a sad look, guessing where this was going. So what’re you saying?

You hesitated, feeling silly admitting your deepest fear.

What if I’m not good enough for Kihyun? He deserves somebody who can hear him and enjoy the thing he’s good at and loves to do, and that’s not me.

You could see that Changkyun definitely felt bad that you felt that way, but you could also see that he didn’t know how to convince you otherwise. The only person that he thought might be able to help was Kihyun, but you clearly didn’t want to tell him about your insecurities.

Before Changkyun could even gather his thoughts to form any kind of reply, you were moving your hands again. I’ll get over it, don’t worry. I’ll see you later.

With that, you gathered your things and left the classroom.

-

You were starting to forget about what was upsetting you. Since Kihyun could tell you were bummed out about something lately, he was doing everything he could to cheer you up, and it was working. It was very effectively taking your mind off of things, and he wasn’t ‘talking to himself’ as often because he was often too busy with you.

But then somebody was added to the pack.

“...What?” Minhyuk asked with narrowed eyes and a confused expression as he looked at Wonho’s love struck expression.

“I found a lost dog, and it just happened to belong to my mate,” he shrugged, still grinning like nobody found this sudden. “We spent the whole morning talking -- she made me tea and offered me breakfast and she’s really amazing. She’s into fitness, too, y’know!”

“Wow, great, just what we needed,” Hyungwon grumbled, “a second Wonho...”

It was only a couple days before she was invited to the house and introduced to everybody. You said hello to her even though you didn’t like using your voice -- you were afraid of sounding ‘weird’ but Kihyun always told you how much he loved when you spoke to him -- but from the quizzical look she gave you, you could tell she didn’t quite understand why you sounded a little different. And judging by the looks of the other wolves, she had said something that they seemed to find...not right.

“She’s deaf,” Shownu had explained when Arielle wondered why you sounded the way you did. “She won’t reply to you, but she’s still nice to everybody.”

“She’s deaf?” Arielle repeated, looking at her mate now in confusion. “But if imprinting works how you said...why is _____ perfect for Kihyun when she can’t even hear him?”

From her tone of voice, they could tell she didn’t mean it has awful as it sounded. She was just curious as to why fate would put a werewolf with a human who clearly had a big ‘flaw’ -- at least, that’s how they were seen to society -- but it came out a lot more rude than the harmless question she had in her mind.

Kihyun refused to tell you why the pack was looking at her like that. He simply educated her, accepted her apology, and moved on.

But beside that, Arielle seemed sweet. She clearly adored Wonho as much as he adored her, and that was nice to see. But the sight of them being so happy and in love also left a weird feeling inside you and you weren’t sure why at first. You thought seeing your brother being in love and happy would be nice, but it made you wonder if that’s how you and Kihyun seemed from the outside.

What you were used to was seeing your relationship from the inside, which was silent conversations, facing each other to speak with your hands, and having to drop everything if your hands were full just to have a conversation. But with Wonho and Arielle, it was so much more...more. She’d sit in his lap with her back to his chest and they would just talk and laugh like it was nothing. They could do their own thing while they had conversations, and they could even do their homework and study without having to stop just to ask a simple question. They seemed to happy and easy going, and you started to think back to your doubts from before. You tried to keep them down but how could you when the perfect relationship was right in front of you and it wasn’t even yours?

And being at school only made it worse.

It wasn’t a surprise that Kihyun was popular, specifically among women. He was a good-looking guy that could sing like it was his job, and tons of girls wanted to be where you were: by his side. They wanted to be able to say they belonged to him and he belonged to them, but only you could. Of course girls hated that and were jealous of you, but there was one girl that really hated it.

She was some exchange student, that’s all you knew. You didn’t know where she was from and you didn’t really care because you knew she was hitting on Kihyun any chance she got. Whenever Kihyun was singing on campus to earn a little extra cash, she was always sitting front and center, listening intently the whole time. She fell for his voice like so many other people so you couldn’t blame her, but it didn’t mean that Kihyun wasn’t off limits.

So when this girl found out that he had a girlfriend -- you -- she was less than happy about it.

A couple weeks after Arielle started coming around, you had a piece of paper slid in front of you. You looked up at the familiar girl, though she was glaring at you before she turned sharply on her heel and walked away, leaving the folded paper in front of you. You’d never said a word to her so you weren’t sure why she was handing this paper off to you, but you would’ve been lying if you said you weren’t curious.

She was told all about you. How the girlfriend of Yoo Kihyun was deaf and couldn’t enjoy his singing like everybody else could. How the one thing Kihyun was known for, you had never experienced it. She thought it was a pity -- a stupid, silly pity.

Setting aside your work, you reached forward and grabbed the paper, unfolding it before your eyes scanned her handwriting. You felt your heart sink when you read the harsh words about how you didn’t deserve Kihyun, nor were you good enough for him. Kihyun was born to be a singer and you couldn’t even encourage him or cheer him on because you didn’t even know what he sounded like. You were all but worthless to Kihyun, at least that’s what the note said.

You looked up, wanting to know if the girl had left, but she was stopped by the doors to the library. You felt your breath catch in your throat when you saw your mate standing with her, smiling as his mouth moved while he spoke to her. She was laughing, touching his arm as she said something to him. He grinned wider, giving a slight bow as you recognized ‘thank you’ form on his lips. You could only assume she was complimenting him -- probably on his singing which you couldn’t hear and never would.

The note on top of seeing Ariell and Wonho, on top of how you already felt after you found out Kihyun liked to sing -- you wanted to cry. Tears were already forming in your eyes behind your glasses as you looked away from the scene before you and packed up your belongings. You had been studying well after your classes were over and you couldn’t concentrate anymore anyway. You just wanted to go home and hide in bed and hope Kihyun wouldn’t get off campus until you’d already cried yourself to sleep.

You left through the back exit, hoping Kihyun didn’t see you or sense anything was wrong.

-

Kihyun frowned when he got home. The sun had already set but he knew you would’ve been in the kitchen making food for him like you always did on his late nights. However, you were nowhere to be found, and he was pretty sure he heard faint sniffling from upstairs.

“Where’s _____?” he wondered as he entered the living room where Wonho and Arielle were curled up together on the couch.

Wonho just shrugged, “She came in and went straight to her room.”

Jooheon glanced up from his chair where he was watching TV, “I saw her come in with tears in her eyes and go straight to the bedroom. When I went up to check on her, she wouldn’t come out from under the blanket. Changkyun said he knew what was wrong but couldn’t tell me.”

“What, why?”

“Because he knew I’d tell you and he said she said you can’t know.”

Kihyun groaned before he swiftly left and took the stairs two at a time to get to the bedroom quicker. He silently opened the door before shutting it just as quietly, but you still somehow sensed he was there. You tried to be as quiet as possible as his soft footsteps got closer, but it was hard keeping your sniffles quiet.

The bed beside you dipped before the blanket by your head was being slowly pulled back. You quickly held it closer to keep him from looking at your tear-stained face, pulling a sigh from him. He couldn’t talk to you if you couldn’t see it so how was he supposed to lure you out?

He decided not to get you to come out. Instead, he went around to his side of the bed and got under the blanket himself. He laid on his side, facing your back before he managed to roll you over. You could just barely see him from the little bit of light that came in from parts of the blanket that didn’t touch the bed.

Kihyun frowned, looking worried when he took in how red and swollen your eyes were. You might not have been able to see him well, but with his eyesight, he saw you like you were in direct light.

Baby, what happened?

Instead of signing, the words just tumbled from your mouth as you started sobbing again, hiding your face behind your hands so Kihyun wouldn’t see you cry.

“I can’t hear you sing which is something you love, and then I got a mean note about how I’m not good enough for you, and I already didn’t feel good enough because I can’t hear anything much less anything from you, and I just wish you got a different mate so you could be happy but you’re stuck with me instead!”

He wasn’t sure how to reply other than by wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. You buried your face into his body, clinging to his shirt like he would agree with your words and leave you. But he held you close, hushing you even though you couldn’t hear him while he rubbed your back soothingly.

In this position, Kihyun couldn’t talk to you. Even then, he wasn’t sure what he’d say anyway. So he just naturally did the only thing he could think of to do to calm someone: sing. He knew you wouldn’t hear it, but it wouldn’t hurt, either.

You could feel soft vibrations from his chest as he sang. They had a pattern to them, like a rhythm, and it started to soothe you and stop your crying. Kihyun definitely noticed, your sobs being reduced to sniffles and whimpers, and then just sniffles as you tried to get your nose to stop running. The patterns would change, the vibrations getting more intense and more soft at different times sometimes, but you’d get used to those patterns before they changed again. Sometimes there were pauses between the sets, but they would always pick back up.

Eventually, your eyes closed and you drifted off to sleep like that. As you were on the verge of unconsciousness, it hit you that Kihyun wasn’t just making random noise or something -- he was singing to you. It was why there was almost a rhythm to the vibrations in his chest and why he would pause between them. He was thinking up songs to sing to you to calm you down.

He smiled softly to himself, realizing that you couldn’t hear him sing, but you could still enjoy his singing in your own way.

“You’re perfect for me, _____,” he whispered when he heard your breathing even out, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “and I love you more than anything.”

He knew you didn’t hear him, but he could tell you properly tomorrow.

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[alfred-braginsky]

#35

RusAme + “About the baby…it’s yours.” || AO3 LINK ||This fic was not supposed to be as serious as it turned out. I got a few requests for this prompt and this was under the angst prompts, so this is def angst. This is with my headcanon in mind that nations can have regular children. If they have them, they won’t be a personification or anything like that, they’ll be a regular mortal human. Even if they sleep with other nations and conceive with them the baby born from that will still be human not a nation.

Historical and pregnancy inaccuracies like skjdnsjd idk what tf I’m talking about. I’m getting both information stuff from google and Mad Men so lmao please excuse any inaccuracies.

Warnings: war, mentions of sexual content, brief mention of abortion, scene where someone throws up. Tense political climate and off screen death. 

Feel free to send asks about this headcanon or fic if you have questions. Also Alfred is trans.

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Mass celebrations happened at the end of World War II. The world was no longer on the brink of self-destruction but now transitioned into an age of mutually assured destruction. Whatever ally ship was held between the United States and Soviet Union had fizzled out once the Axis Powers had been defeated and divided.

Alfred and Ivan were content with the ally ship. It gave them the excuse to be in close quarters with one another without arousing any suspicion. Late nights ‘strategizing’ with constant lunches and dinners that often ran late. There was a war happening but to Alfred and Ivan it was merely background noise.

They would start arguing towards the end of an Allies meeting resulting in the meeting ending early and the rest of the nations leaving them all alone in the conference room to hash it out.

As soon as they heard the click of the door sound throughout the room Ivan relaxed the gloved hand that squeezed Alfred’s throat. Their eyes full of feigned annoyance and rage had softened into blissful admiration and need. Alfred was the first to press their lips together in a desperate and heated kiss.  

Ivan lifts Alfred and hoists him onto the massive mahogany conference table, Alfred wraps his legs around Ivan’s waist pulling him closer. They’ll have to be careful this time, last time they broke the table and had to come up with some excuses and bruises to match. Alfred let out an amused huff of air from his nostrils at the memory.

This would be the last time they would see each other for a while. With the war over, and Germany divided, their responsibilities almost tripled with having to rebuild a war-torn Europe. They clung to each other, trying to memorize how the other felt. They couldn’t stay long after they finished, their bosses would wonder and the possibility of them finding them together like this, kept them from lingering.

Alfred left first, to his surprise finding Arthur and Francis having a small chat. Both of their eyes shifted over towards the disheveled looking American. Francis gave Alfred a quick wink, brushing Arthur on the shoulder and left the lobby.

Arthur’s eyes followed Alfred, noticing his hair had a few strands pointing in all different directions and the bruises on his throat that was just barely covered by his collar. There was calculating and judging looking in his emerald eyes with each step Alfred took.

“I would be careful if I were you.” He warned. The words were without malice but still reminded Alfred of when Arthur lightly chastised him for things when he was little.

“I’m not afraid of him, he’s all talk.”

Arthur’s expression didn’t change taking a casual sip of his tea.

“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it.” Alfred didn’t indicate any change in his stance now that he know Arthur knew.

“See ya at the next meeting.”

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A few weeks pass and Alfred is weighed down with the stress of the duties of what it took to rebuild after a massive war. It wasn’t his first massive war, but something had changed since the first one took place. He had changed and so had his nation.

Exhaustion and fatigue seeped down into his very core. He was always running off somewhere, always had a meeting to attend to. It was starting to get to him. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until a sudden wave of nausea crept up on him in the middle of a meeting between those who occupied West Germany.

Alfred stood up abruptly and excused himself rushing off as he felt the bile rise in the back of his throat. He almost doesn’t make it to the bathroom and rushes in and empties the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

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A line of drool strung down from his lips as he gasped for breath.  The slow realization happened and hit him harder than that German tank did in ‘44. Shit.

This was the worst time for this. This wasn’t his first rodeo he knew exactly what was going on with his body. However, this was his first time with another nation. He didn’t know what to expect and would be stupid to ask anyone and let them know that he was vulnerable at a time where he was considered a world superpower.

Would this baby represent a state of his? How would that even work since it was half Ivan’s and therefore half of the Soviet Union.

In the middle of his thought process came a knock on the door. His head shot up and he stood up making his way over to the sink and quickly rinsing out his mouth. The knock came again.

“Alfred? Are you alright?” a familiar voice came from the other side of the thick door.

“Yeah.” although not sounding too sure.

His head couldn’t stop from spinning about this happening at the worst time, and with the worst person he could think of. Political tensions were high.

The Soviet Union and the United States were at the brink of war. How would they even go about having this child, let alone rising it? They were far too busy and supposed enemies. The baby would be damned from its birth if Alfred and Ivan had to decided to claim it. He couldn’t put it through that.  

Ivan could never know, not that he ever sees him so he could never tell him. A hand instinctively moves over his abdomen. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what he could do.

He loves Ivan. They will never have a future together, but he longs for a life they could have together if things were different. In another life, this is something that could have been possible. But now, during this arms race, and fighting over West and East Germany, this was something that was never supposed to happen.

“Alfred, let me in.” the voice came again, and against his better judgement, Alfred did.

Arthur stood there, his face pinched with a soft worry, quickly let himself in and locking the door behind him the bathroom big enough for them to fit, but small in size so it wouldn’t be comfortable.

Alfred stood there with a serious look on his face, his typical goofy grin wiped clean off.

“What the hell was that? You can’t just walk out of a meeting like that in front of everyone who matters I can’t belie–”

“Arthur.” Alfred’s voice was firm and heavy, Arthur raised an eyebrow at the seriousness of the situation.

“I’m pregnant.”

Arthur’s eyes widened in surprise, yet still believed his words. Not even Alfred is stupid enough to joke about something like this. The silence didn’t last long.

“Does he know?”

“I just found out.” Alfred knew all the signs at this point, he didn’t need a doctor to tell him what he already knew. It was dangerous to let anyone know. The less people knew the better. Even telling Arthur was a gamble.

“What do you plan to do about it?” Arthur pulled out a cigarette and offered it to Alfred. Alfred shook his head and instead Arthur put it in his own lips and lit it. Smoke filled the room, and smell gave Alfred some comfort.

“I don’t know.” he shrugged.

“Whatever you decide, do it quick and be discreet.” Arthur took a drag and blew it out after a few seconds.  "You’ve been away too long. Stiffen that upper lip and come back to the meeting.“ Arthur clapped Alfred on the shoulder and gave him a reassuring squeeze before exiting.

Alfred was left with more thoughts about what to do. If he should tell Ivan. What he should tell Ivan.

His hand runs over his semi flat abdomen.

Fuck.

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Months pass and it was starting to get harder to hide his growing stomach. He got a new bomber jacket a few sizes too big to keep it baggy and hide what was hiding underneath. Only Arthur knew, and the doctor he was paying very well to keep it under wraps.

He hadn’t seen Ivan since their meeting in the conference room. Today they would be meeting in West Germany about how the former country of Prussia was being treated. The Soviet Union would be in attendance as they were the subject of the meeting.

Alfred’s chest tightening and his mouth was dry at the thought of seeing Ivan. There’s no way he wouldn’t notice. Hell, he’s pretty sure every nation he’s encountered knew, but had the information squared away for a time in the future when they could use it.

From the moment Alfred laid eyes on Ivan blue uniform his heart stopped beating and let out a soft huff of air as he felt a kick from his inner walls.

The more time passed on, the less Alfred knew what to do about it. The recognition in Ivan’s face when their eyes met just made everything that much more real.

Alfred averted his gaze and swallowed the lump in his throat and took his seat next to his boss right across from Ivan. Prussia seated next to him looking defeated and Ludwig seated between Alfred and Arthur with a fake confidence.

Ivan trying to catch his eye the entire meeting, but Alfred couldn’t look at him just yet without feeling an immense amount of guilt. To tell him or not. The next time they were scheduled to see each other was in another few months, right around the expected due date. It would be risky.

The meeting ended and they all shook hands on the agreed upon regulations and standards. Really, it was all formality none of them planned on changing anything.

When Alfred and Ivan clasped hands there was a note left between Alfred’s fingers written in Ivan’s handwriting. Ivan gave him a small genuine smile. Alfred smiled back although more nervous than anything.

They left and Alfred excused himself. This goddamn thing made him want to pee every 5 seconds. He closed the door and locked it behind him and opened the note.

'Meet at the apartment’

Ah, yes, the apartment. The apartment they shared with one another in Manhattan. It was empty for most of the year but discreet so that they could meet without anyone knowing what they were up to. Even hotels were too risky these days.

Alfred mingled a bit more with the previous Allied powers and then headed out to meet Ivan at the apartment. His stomach was in knots, his hands shaky.

When he got there, he hoped Ivan wouldn’t already be there, but he was. The man was sitting on the couch with paperwork he had been given earlier, cross legged, hat and jacket removed for extra comfort.

Alfred felt like a stranger walking the lion’s den with a secret hidden from someone he cared for. Ivan smiled when he spotted him and got up to greet him as Alfred shut the door behind him. Alfred’s center of gravity was completely off since he entered the 2nd trimester, walking normally was a bit of a struggle for him and something he hoped no one else noticed.

Ivan slid his hands around Alfred’s hips and pulled him into a kiss. Alfred melted into it, it’s been so long, and he’s been so needy he practically moaned into Ivan’s lips.

He missed him so much. He missed being this close to him. His scent, how his body never seemed to feel warm, his scars that told a story of survival.

"You shouldn’t eat so late, podsolnuk. Although, I suppose there is more of you to hold.” he whispered against the crane of Alfred’s neck. Alfred shuddered at the breath against his throat. He wanted Ivan so badly.

The bubbling anxiety seeped through his entire body the more Ivan explored his body. Alfred moved his hands to Ivan’s and stopped them in their place. Ivan lilted his head in confusion.

“I can’t. I just stopped by.”

“What is wrong? You are not yourself. You are quiet.” Ivan’s voice laced with a soft concern, his fingers moving under Alfred’s chin to have the man look at him. He sees guilt and like he has something to say.

“Nah. Just tired. I really have to go.” Alfred slides out of Ivan’s hold, refuses to look back to see Ivan’s hand stretched out with a look of hurt so blatantly on his face.

He hates his cowardice. He’s supposed to be brave. The fucking hero, but he can’t even tell the man he loves something so important that pertains to him.

—

1948

Alfred had taken bullets to muscle and shrapnel that ripped into flesh. He’s had his organs ruptured, bones shattered, and limbs cut off. None of that compared to the pain that labor brought. He hadn’t told anyone. It had been a few days before he was scheduled to have another meeting with the previous Axis and Allied powers. It wasn’t ideal but at least it was before and not during the meeting.

He didn’t tell Ivan. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. It was too risky. It would make Ivan too vulnerable, an added weakness in a time where war could break out at any moment and could be used against him. It could be used against them both.

During the last stretch of his labor he could barely process anything from the pain and the drugs. A nice Twilight Sleep minus the sleep. Because of his body which was constantly healing and trying to push out any toxins or foreign substances the morphine and scopolamine didn’t do much for him. It blocked out about 45% of the pain but the rest of it. Well, he couldn’t even remember his own name. And he was alone. No support whatsoever. Just like always.

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Alfred was so exhausted from the 2 day labor he had passed out almost immediately after the baby was born. He woke up the sound of a soft lullaby in a language he could barely understand in this disorientated state.

'Spi, mladenets moy prekrasnyy, Bayushki-bayu–’

Alfred sat up at the song and familiar voice. He’s heard that velvety voice sing to him like that before, but he can’t quite translate the words in his head; it was too exhausting.

His eyes blinked open as he sat up his stomach deflated. It felt as if something was missing. It always felt like this afterwards. He was always alone, but not this time. Spotting a figure in the corner of the room with his legs crossed and a bundle in his arms as his face held a soft fondness, something he hadn’t seen before almost paternal.

“You’re awake.” he hadn’t noticed the singing had stopped.

“Wish I wasn’t.” The baby was still here. Alfred didn’t know whether to be furious or relieved.

“How are you feeling?”

“What are you doing here?” Alfred averted his gaze from the bundle in Ivan’s arms. He knew once he saw that baby it’ll be all over for him. It was him and Ivan in one human being. One mortal human being.

“You think so little of me. You don’t think I have known? I have been giving you space, but you did not think I would be here for you?” Ivan’s voice had some hurt in it, but nothing to indicate he was angry.

“I didn’t want to tell you. I wouldn’t even be involved if I didn’t have to be.” Alfred let out a forced chuckle.

“I understand. I just…. I wanted to see him before he was sent off.” Ivan’s voice carried a heavy sadness. It was understandable. They all wanted this for themselves.

“We’re not allowed any semblance of a normal life.”

“Da, I know…but we can pretend for just a moment.” For once, it’s Ivan who is the idealistic optimist. The one who clung to hope and believing in the goodness in humanity and the world instead of Alfred.

Ivan stood up and brought the babe to Alfred, Alfred took the bundle into his arms and brought it close to his chest.

“About the baby…it’s yours.”

Ivan cracked a smile as he wrapped an arm around Alfred.

“I would still be here even if he wasn’t.”

“He?”

“Yes. I call him Alexei.”

Alfred chuckled, “You can’t give him a Russian name right now. Plus, his new family will name him, give him a fresh start so he’s not tied down by us.”

Ivan nodded in agreement. “He will live a normal life. He will not be cursed.”

Alfred leaned against Ivan as he watched the baby in his arms sleep. He took in all his features. It would be the last time he would see him.

—-

1971

The Vietnam War was in full swing and Selective Service has decided to draft men who were born between 1944 and 1950. Alfred was just as busy as he was during the last war, and the war before that, and the war before that. It seemed there was always another war to fight, another country to save with democracy.

Ivan was still the enemy. The Soviet Union was the enemy. And Alfred and the United States were enemies to the Soviet Union. This war was messy and complicated. The last war alongside a reluctant Im Yong Soo was a disaster. Stalemate leaving the bitter and metallic taste of blood in his mouth from the soldiers they had thrown into it in the name of stopping communism. It was a pointless fight with too many lives lost to make any kind of statement.  

So how was Vietnam any different? Alfred’s bones ached and his head constantly hurt. Meeting with Ivan has become more and more difficult over the years. He barely sees him. Things were becoming dangerous and it wasn’t worth it. History will settle someday. And they could be together. But not now.

They had sent him down to Vietnam and work along with the new soldiers that had arrived. Everything was wet and hot, constantly sweating as they lived among the dense trees and rivers. It was a beautiful country. Alfred hated to see the scars that war left behind.

He wished he was here under different circumstances. Sitting in the endless fields eating slices of mangos looking up at the vast sky the stars. He’d turn to his side and see a pair of gorgeous and familiar violet eyes.

Ivan.

His daydream was erased by the realities and carnage of war. The sound of muffled bullets that made it past the sunset and resounded throughout the thick jungle.

They were expecting a new company of fresh wide eye soldiers. Soldiers he was in charge of training and making sure they were ready to die for their country whether they were willing or not. Alfred waited in his tent until his Lieutenant popped his head in and informed him of their new boys.

The draft was not something he was fond of. Snatching up young men and sending them to fight without their consent was something that made Alfred sick. If someone wanted to die for war they could, but it shouldn’t be forced upon them, especially in a war like this. He was afraid of another stalemate, another war where both sides lost too much for anything worthwhile.

Alfred got up dog tags rattling with each step as he caught a glimpse the group of 80 soldiers lined up waiting for orders and orientation.

They look younger and younger with each war and the soft spot inside Alfred only breaks more with each baby face he sees.

The oldest seems 22, if that, and the younger ones are 18. Some of them look proud and ready. Most of them looked terrified. No doubt brought here against their will to fuel a cause that didn’t directly involve them.

There’s nothing special about this group. Just another group of boys he has to send off to die. Almost nothing special.

His blood ran cold when he spotted it. He saw a pair of familiar eyes. Violet eyes. He couldn’t breathe. The sandy blond hair that peaked through his army issued green hat.

“What’s your name, soldier?” he tried not to let his voice crack.

“Alex Brooks, sir!” the boy saluted, and stiffened. Brooks. He supposed that’s the family he ended up with.

Alfred wanted to throw up. Alex. The name was too similar to the name Ivan suggested almost 21 years ago.

‘I call him Alexei.’

Fuck, no. He would be this age right about now. Those eyes are unmistakably his father’s. Eyes he hasn’t seen in almost 2 years, but he could recognize them anywhere.

Alfred was silent for a moment and the soldiers looked at him expectantly.

“At ease, Brooks.”

Brooks put his arm down.

“The rest of you, go pack your shit up and get settled!” He shouted and got a resounding 'Yes, sir!’ from the group.

He had the sudden urge to write to Ivan. Alfred didn’t want to know where their child ended up when he gave him away, but Ivan was adamant about keeping tabs. He probably knew and might have pulled some strings to get him into Alfred’s company knowing that once Alfred realized who he was, he would keep him safe.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off the young boy. Seems like that even during this dark situation in history the young man is bouncing around and making quick friends with the soldiers in his company. That bright grin that lit up the entire camp, just like him. He could see the way that he moves and the way that he speaks and his mannerism. It was like seeing himself and Ivan in this whole other person.

But he was also his own person. He had lived a whole life Alfred couldn’t even dream of and it added a flair to his personality. He was a better person than him. A better person than Ivan. This young man could make something with his life after the war. He could live the life that he and Ivan could never hope to have.

This boy is his son. His and Ivan’s flesh and blood. The little bundle that Ivan sang to in his native tongue hoping to instill some semblance of his culture into him. He remembers how soft his head was and the new baby smell that would perpetually be ingrained into his brain.

And here he was. Twenty-one years later in an army green uniform a rifle that looked so out of place. He would have thought the family they sent him to live with would have prioritized education and he would have been in college and been able to avoid the draft. Or maybe there was a patriotism he inherited from him that made him volunteer. Whatever it was, he was here, ready to throw his life away for to spread democracy under the guise of freedom.

War was always the same. And now he’s got a little boy to look after. Damn Ivan. It wasn’t just his boy but the boys of thousands of families. And now he was responsible for their lives.

But he couldn’t afford to think about that now.

He had a war to win.

2019

The world had changed in way Ivan and Alfred never expected. Things between them were better, no secret meetings, no 10-minute fucks where all they wanted to do is stay and hold each other but couldn’t.

They had a house together. They couldn’t live together, their duties required them to live in their own respective countries, but they could spend time together there without fear.

Alfred would wake up in the morning and see Ivan’s sleeping face. They would kiss each other good morning and complain about morning breath. They’d have breakfast together and go on a walk for groceries or the park or wherever the day took them.

Once every six months they would have breakfast at a coffee shop. The shop used to be owned by an older gentleman, but he retired and now it was run by his granddaughter.

The man is there every day with a cup of tea and that day’s newspaper finishing the crossword and cutting out the cartoons.

Alfred and Ivan would grab a booth in the back and ordered some coffee with some of the best pie they’ve ever had. They would have idle chats but would always watch the old man in the corner of their eyes. The old man with kind violet eyes and white hair that was once blond with youth.

They would finish their coffee and pie and the man would bid them farewell. Alfred and Ivan were always prepared for the day when they would come to the shop and he would no longer be there. That was the burden of being nations. It was the curse of immortality. They walk back to their shared home together and dinner was oddly silent on the days they visited the coffee shop.

A few years later they would visit his grave every year on his birthday. They would leave him a bundle of sunflowers.

“I hope he was happy.” Alfred whispered as he leaned against Ivan. That’s all Alfred wanted for him. Vietnam came and went, he found a wife, had a few children and they had a few children. The typical circle of life continues and the man had lived a full life with people who loved and cared for him.

Ivan’s lips curved into a sad smile.

“Da, I think he was.”

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