#whoever you are....... wherever you are..... i will literally never forget you

[izu]

shoutout to that one kei kinnie i talked to like twice when i was 14 or something

#my draws #akira #tetsuo #kaneda #tetsuo shima #kaneda shotaro #whoever you are....... wherever you are..... i will literally never forget you #kanetetsu #i fucking guess

[heyybaejjk]

MODERN AO'NUNG HCS PT. 2 — SAMOAN!FEM READER

pairing. human!ao'nung x samoan!fem reader

summary. just Ao'nung with a Samoan girlfriend

warnings. swearing

a/n. for my polynesian babes wherever yall at ❤️

masterlist. pt. 1 pt. 3

AAPI month and Samoan Independence day have passed and I think of this idea NOW 😭☠️ out of all times wtf

BUT ITS SUNDAY AND STILL SAMOAN LANGUAGE WEEK ‼️

But idc 🧍‍♀️

Gotta do what I gotta do because I am not letting ts go

I love my culture, just like anyone else does, I'm still learning more about it so I researched and placed some of my own knowledge into this.

Aiuli - Participants who dance and cheer around a solo performer as they dance. Participants are never allowed to dance and cheer in front of the performer, only from behind them.

Taualaga - A performance, importantly the last, to close off an event. Mainly done by a solo female performer. Some are allowed to have people in the back while they Aiuli, some just rather have a solo performance.

"WHAT?" he screams in the middle of class, causing everyone to glance at him.

It was supposed to be a surprise, really. But your ass accidentally slipped out the fact that you were going to perform a cultural dance on Multicultural Day that was coming in a few weeks.

He would definitely try to Aiuli when you dance.

No questions asked.

Although he doesn't know how to properly dance the traditional way, he'll look around and copy the actions of the other pupils.

You both are heavy on learning each other's culture, so when he forgets a certain thing, he goes to your cousins to ask for help

"Wait so- I can't ae-oo-lee in front of her?" Ao'nung poorly pronounces, a slight dark tint on his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck.

"Never. Always stay behind her, or whoever is doing the solo," a boy says with his arms folded against his chest. "If you see people giving money during the dance, don't throw it at her while cheering. Be respectful and softly stick to her arms, they're gonna be covered with oil, anyway. If you can't do that, put it on the ground behind her.

"Right, right..." Ao'nung frantically jots down as the latter continues to speak.

On the day of your dance, he gets so confused when he sees people swarming around, especially in front of you. He will literally stand there like 🧍‍♀️???

But doesn't copy the others as he sees his friend from earlier who told him what not to do, cheering from behind. He smiles warmly before sticking noted bills onto your oiled arms. Kissing your cheek slyly before going back to his position.

"Alu ai gi ou kae."

Bro got slapped. Not too hard, but hard enough to know that he said something wrong.

"Ow! Baby, what was that for?" He holds his cheek, rubbing it softly. Slightly pouting while looking down at your shorter figure. Quite dramatically because you felt like all you did was tap his cheek.

"Why did you say that for?" You looked up at him with your nose scrunched.

"I asked Vika how to say "wanna kiss?" I asked him an hour ago so my pronunciation wasn't that horrible." He sulks. You roll your eyes before cupping his face, leaving kisses all over his cheeks, nose and forehead. "Yeah well, you just told me to go eat shit. Vika's Tongan, you idiot. He only knows the swear words."

i wanted to write sm more but i rather keep this short LOLOL.

#samoan #aonung #aonung fanfiction #avatar the way of water #aonung fluff #aonung x reader #aonung x you #avatar twow #aapi #avatar x reader #aapi heritage month #aapi representation #im literally sobbing #i wanna kms

[cerise-on-top]

White Hank x Reader Headcanons

Because I love her so much and there isn't nearly enough content for her out there!

Wank is the kind of girlfriend to literally kill for you if someone or something bothers you. The hot dog vendor raised his prices? He better lower them for you or else he’ll turn into one himself. An A.A.H.W. grunt threatened you because you bumped into him? That’s a dead grunt walking. Having a mercenary girlfriend definitely has its perks if you’re more of a violent person, but she’ll tone it down if you tell her to. After all, how could she resist her most beloved!

If you have her lay on your chest while running your fingers through her hair, she will sigh contently and, since it runs in the family, purr a little bit as well. It’s not as loud as Hank’s purring, but it’s still audible enough. Sure, she might reek of blood and sweat after a day of fighting for whoever paid her, but that’s part of her charme, you’ll get used to it eventually. Plus she’s more often than not too tired to take a shower or bath.

However, you can still coax her into taking either of those things with you. Run her a bath with hot water, if you gently wash her hair and back, she will fall asleep eventually, so it’s up to you to make sure she doesn’t accidentally drown herself in her sleep.

Literally gives the best cuddles in the entirety of Nevada. She’s muscular but still soft as well, plus she’s warm. And, not to forget, with you, she’s a snuggle bug as well, so she really wants nothing more than to hold you close and never let go again. Wank can and absolutely will protect you, and she definitely gives you that feeling as well. Though, do get ready for some kisses wherever she can reach. Your forehead, your cheek, your lips, nothing is off limits for this grunt.

Absolutely adores talking to you. You’re more of a talker? She’s smitten whenever she hears your voice, even if you’re talking about something silly like how another grunt dropped their ice cream on accident. More than willing to engage in a conversation with you. And if you’re more of a listener? Don’t worry, she’ll do the talking for you. Given how most grunts pale in comparison to her, she likes to make fun of the enemies she’s slain and how easy they were to kill. The smiles she gives you during these moments are as sincere as they get.

While Wank may not be a romantic at heart, she tries really hard for you. Sure, your dates mostly consist of fast food since barely any other restaurant will let her in, but it’s the thought that counts. During her raids she likes to bring you items that remind her of you. These can range from accessories, to foods to weapons. Sometimes, when she gets lucky, she might find a flower or two, even if they are a rarity, and gift them to you, of course.

If you give her anything back, no matter how small, she will cherish it forever. Anything hand- or self-made will be something she either puts in a very special place or she takes along on her missions as a good luck charm. While you can’t be with her since it’s too dangerous, you can be with her in her heart all the time. You’re who she is fighting for, so she can provide for you and keep you safe in a wasteland where violence is the norm and culture.

Sing to her and she’ll go quiet immediately. There’s nothing she wants to listen to more than that. Doesn’t matter if it’s some pop song you’re singing or a show tune you’re humming. Secretly, she’s hoping you’ll put her head in your lap, stroke her hair and sing her a lullaby as she falls asleep ever so slowly. She can’t help it, for someone as rough as her, she’s very soft when it comes to you.

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #white hank #white hank x reader #i will kill and die for her

[tokuteasings]

Dating - Ian Yorkland

Dedicated to Ghost Wife~! Wherever you are, hun, I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: It’s literally been 60 years since I watched them but I did my best~! I miss Ian so much man.

Ian is the definition of a loyal partner. A man who you can take home to your parents and have him charm the ever living pants off of them. He’s the kind of partner who will not hesitate to show up to your workplace with not only food, but whatever essentials you needed for the day, or just shows up for the fun of it because he missed you – and brought along a bouquet of flowers because he thought of you! He’s rather spontaneous in this aspect and in a way, you two almost never leave the honeymoon phase at all! He keeps this love alive, for as long as it can go. After all, with the line of work he is in and how fate works…no one knows exactly when either of you two will kick the bucket; Ian knows this well so he wants to ensure that every single little moment he spends with you is positive.

In fact…it’s was a strange transition from friendship to lovers. You two were such in a comfortable state and it was obvious that Ian was flirting with you. However, there was this…little line that wasn’t going to be crossed anytime soon unless one of you made that leap. Unsurprisingly, it was Ian. You had noticed he wasn’t flirting as much anymore, or not at all, actually. He had lavished his affections upon you with gifts, words, and even finger kisses. You had to work up the confidence to ask if he was serious and he gives you this soft smile you haven’t seen out of him, his eyes sparkling with this sort of electric energy as he whispers to you, “All I’ve wanted was to have you as my partner.” in this honest and earnest voice, nervousness twinged at the edges. He’s hesitant to have let you known but he hasn’t felt like this in years now. He’ll be hurt if you didn’t accept his feelings but would take it with grace. But when you confirmed that you liked it him, Ian had to stop himself from celebrating with the loudest cheer right then and there! Instead, he merely takes your hand into his, runs his thumb over your knuckles and presses a kiss to them with a wink of his eye. “Then I’ll see you tonight?”

He never forgets to tell you that he loves you. Verbally, physically, through gestures…to someone like Ian, he shows love in multitudes of fashions. Ian’s primary love languages are: verbal, physical touch, acts of service, gifts, and quality time. He’s proud of each and every crumble of affection he gives you and will not hesitate do to so in public. However, Ian has these sort of moments of sheer quietness as he thinks of what to say. He’s careful of his words when it comes to you, and it’s not a stifling quietness, but you know that he’s somewhere deep within his thoughts and needs something to help bring him out of them. But it’s during these hella quiet moments when he whispers you the most...saccharine things. Whispers of how much he loves you, mushy things. Ian always holds you close (hand or cuddling) whenever he does this. It’s like he never wants to let this go...and he won’t.

Ian is a loyal man and knows you won’t cheat on him or anything but he’s also not a jealous kind of person either. If anything, he’s pouty. He’ll dramatically talk off whoever’s ear is closest (Souji or Nossan) and complain, “Oh! My darling doesn’t love me anymore~!” and fake sob into their arms. Nossan gently has to pat his back and make him stop while Souji is just rolling his eyes and wants out. But there is no doubt that Ian is beyond clingy. He wants to cherish you until the sun dies and he is going to fucking do it. So expect him to send you constant texts about how much he misses you or the other Kyoryugers texting you to save them from Ian. 

Ian adores giving you nicknames! His faves are, “my treasure” “my darling” “my honey” and so on and so forth. He tends to make them up as he goes along and has a shit ton of them stored within that brain of his. The moments when he whispers them into your ear when you two are alone are perhaps...the best. He’s drawling out his English as he runs his hand up your leg and into your awaiting hand and kissing the knuckles with a gentle smile to his lips. It’s a simple set of nicknames with so much love poured inside and it makes you m e l t

Marriage is a goal for Ian but it’s also not a goal at the same time. There’s really no rush to head into it but there is this sort of mental image to Ian’s head about making you his and his alone. He will honestly wait for a couple of years, five or so, to pop the question. He’s nervous and you can tell because he took so much time to figure out the ring and how to propose. But he wants a family, he wants to settle down with you and share surnames and just exist in a space that exists for only the two for you and the two of you alone. Ian will wait for you once you’re ready but trust me when I say that marriage is going to be bliss for you two. If you two decide to have kids, Ian is the most dotting parent you have ever seen. It’s slightly overprotective but it’s more so that he wants his kiddos to be raised in a happy and healthy environment.

Arguments aren’t often but they do exist. They’re not heated but Ian wants to tell you his thoughts and will listen to yours. He wants to find solutions for this and if he’s getting angry, he tends to go off on his own to cool down. This rarely happens though and Ian normally wants to confront the problem right away. He’ll gently talk to you about it, having this sense of calm and wants to have this end in a way for all parties to walk away satisfied. He doesn’t half ass things and Ian rarely gets upset with anything. So these are pretty short and solved rather quickly.

PDA Monster. This fucker legit cannot keep his hands off of you and you know it. He’s always going to be holding your hands somehow, pressing a kiss to your knuckles and smirking at your flushed face. He loves wrapping his arms around you and kisses in public are also rather often. He tends to give you random surprise hugs and kisses outta nowhere and honestly it’s some of the best because his love had boiled and simmered until they reached a point where he cannot hide them! He has to hug you! Kiss you! He’s clingy as hell and will just fucking show up to your work just to get some free kisses. His favorite kisses to do in public are knuckle and finger kisses, because he’s such a tactile person, he has to show love to his other favorite method of affection - physical touch. 

Ian’s dates are fifty-fifty, not in a bad way but more so you two take turns on deciding what kind of things to do today. He’s just as happy to do indoor dates as outdoor dates. More often than not though, Ian will pick a date where the two of you will have fun. He tends to pick food places that you both like and will just spend the date feeding you! If he had to pick a date place that he wants, he would probably pick some sort of museum or botanical garden. You two can walk and talk, discuss the finer things in life and enjoy some quiet time together. He’ll probably say some cheesy as hell things like, “This piece of art is beautiful but not as beautiful as you.”

Dating Ian is a dream in itself. He always tends to end dates with a gentle kiss on the lips while holding your hand and then kisses the back of your hand. He’s the partner that wakes you up at 3am in the morning just to go star watching or comes by in the most ungodly hours of the day because he heard you were sick and made you soup. Ian is just someone who was probably made to be your soulmate and there is no other way around it or about it. But to be honest, the day he finds out that he wants to marry you is when you did something that clicked in his head. A lazy morning where he is reading a book and you’re on your phone, you let out a silly little laugh at a post and he glances over at you with this knowing smile and already is making plans to propose. But then he’ll reach over and kiss you, gentle, and whisper, “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” and it’s probably a proposal in itself but...you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

#super sentai #super sentai x reader #super sentai imagine #kyoryuger #zyuden sentai kyoryuger #ian yorkland #TOOK 50 YEARS TO WRITE BUT FUCK IT ITS HERE NOW #also i miss utchy so bad yall i miss my samurai man

[kanazawa-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Joey Kurusu

~~ October 9th ~~

“The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.”

Login Lines:

“Oh shit! Oh shit! I’m late for work! Haaah…why didn’t my alarms go off?! I set up six of them! Man, I knew I shouldn’t stayed up all night gaming! Wataru’s gonna have my a-huh?”

“What’s this? A present? And it’s for me!…Oh crap, so that’s why my alarms didn’t go off, it’s my birthday, haha!”

Voice Lines:

“Damn, I’m 24 now. I know it’s not a huge milestone or anything but after all the shit I went through and coming close to death more times than I would like to admit, I’ve come to learn that time is very precious and I’m thankful for every minute, hour, day, and year that I’m alive….wow, that was hella sappy lmao.”

“Everyone at the station sent me a happy birthday! Even the Narcotics Unit and those guys don’t talk to anyone! Man, it feels like yesterday I was just joining the force, I’m glad to make such nice and cool friends.”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I just got a text from my dad, he wished me a happy birthday….’why do I look angry?’ I’m not angry! Really, I’m not! It’s just….this is the first time he’s reached out to me in four years…yeah…I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Hahaha! Oh man, my mom is hilarious! She sent me a book a puns….a book of police puns, hehe. Oh, I am definitely going to use these on Wataru and Kyler, maybe this is the day I finally get a smile out of both of them! Wish me luck!”

“Hey Shanny….I’m sorry I haven’t visited in a while, work’s got me in a chokehold right now, especially with all the DRB stuff happening…but I haven’t forgotten you, I would never forget you. I hope you’re doing okay wherever you are, I hope that you’re happy, your big bro is working really hard to find whoever took you away, they’ll get what’s coming to them, I promise.”

“Sorry guys but I’m spending the day with my lovely Mamoru! It’s been a while since we’ve been on a date, I know it’s my birthday but I wanna make this special for him….Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, call me a simp, whatever, I’d gladly be his Tier 3 Sub!….Wait-“

“Wataru! Buddy! You’re here! And here I thought you forgot about little ol’ me!…Ouch! That’s so mean! C’mon man, we’ve known each other for how long?…You’re so cold Wataru, you’re lucky I’m here to thaw that frozen aura of yours, otherwise you’d never have any friends haha, ooooh! A gift! From you! Let’s see what it is!”

“It’s a….a….okay, I’m stumped, what even is this?….Ohhhhh…This is…nice….I guess…Hey! My desk is not messy! Maybe to you but I can easily find whatever I need no problem! It’s called ‘organized chaos’, dude, there’s a method to the madness…Holy fuck, you’re old-“

“Kyler! My dude! Good to see you, man! Feels like it’s been forever since we last hung out…that’s still too long! C’mon dude, not only are we teammates but we’re friends! We should hang out outside of our jobs! Hm? You got something for me? Your bestie? Aw, you shouldn’t have…I’m joking, gimme.”

“Whooooa, sick! A new game! Deadpool huh? This is a character from your American comic books, right? Niiiiiice! I’ve been wanting to play more western games, this is just what I wanted! Thanks Ky! We definitely have to play this together, a game night with the boys! It’ll be awesome!”

Wataru Lines:

“Hello Joey, happy birthday…to be honest, I had completely forgot it was your birthday and even when I remembered, I originally wasn’t going to do anything…*sigh* For the umpteenth time, we are not friends, we are coworkers, I don’t know why that hasn’t clicked for you…Good grief, just take this.”

“It’s a desk organizer, something I noticed that you desperately needed ever since you started working here. It’s irritating to pass by your desk and see all sorts of junk everywhere, I implore you to use it, there is only so many times I can see your Hatsuno Miki pencils and notebooks lying around so haphazardly.”

Kyler Lines:

“Sup Joey, happy birthday, man…we literally just solved a case four days ago, alright, alright, you might have a point. Speaking of, I got something for you, I figured you would like it….fine then, I’ll give it to someone else…yeah, yeah, you’re welcome by the way.”

“It’s the Deadpool video game, I had it imported all the way from America to here so you better enjoy it…Nice, I’m glad you like it, I’ll admit, you do kinda remind me of him sometimes…but without the regeneration abilities, ducked up face, and is somehow more annoying. *Sigh* Y’know what? Sure, just text me when and I’ll be there, happy birthday, Jo.”

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #joey kurusu #wataru sasaki #kyler aaron #justice shield #happy birthday joey 2023 #arb birthday special #alternative rap battle #arb

[fancyshooting]

OCELOT'S CODENAME

like the other members of foxhound, revolver ocelot's codename is derived from his weapon of choice and an animal. why an ocelot?

here's an excerpt from this 1998 interview with hideo kojima:

How did you came up with Ocelot’s name?

Well, originally he was going to be named Lynx, which is a wildcat [山猫/yamaneko in Japanese, literally a mountain cat]. However, to a Japanese person that name doesn’t quite convey that image. I thought making him a wildcat would be cool, wouldn’t it? So I really wanted him to be a wildcat.

So there’s a story written by author Yoichi Funato about a certain wildcat and it’s an ocelot, so that’s when I thought “alright, this is the one.” [Kojima is likely referring to the novel Yamaneko no Natsu/山猫の夏, otherwise known as The Summer of the Ocelot.]

Are ocelot wildcats?

That’s right! I decided on Revolver Ocelot since it sounded cool and was the easiest to understand in terms of image. Like an “old man wildcat” who happens to be sly. 

the book is set in brazil and tells the story of a feud between two families. this "ocelot" is hired by one of the families and violence ensues. it's only in japanese so idk much about it other than what google translate shows... but the wiki page lists four things about the character: he's in his 40s, he is good at shooting, he is a skilled martial artist and he likes the caipirinha cocktail. some of these traits are of course shared by our ocie. whether that includes enjoying a refreshing caipirinha I do not know

and from the "summer of the wildcat" synopsis:

"Wherever the wildcat moves, blood splatters immediately. When will the terrifying identity of the mysterious wildcat be revealed?"

reading this, you can see why kojima thought "ocelot" suited his character - the lone, mysterious, middle-aged killer

in mgs3, as pointed out by para-medic, the name "ocelot" is a hint to his split allegiance ("why would a soviet officer be using the name of an american wildcat?"). it also appears that ocelot identifies with these proud creatures somewhat. why's that? here's what I think:

for this to stand, you need to believe that ocelot's NSA backstory is true. the ADAM and EVA defection is based on the irl martin and mitchell defection and they followed the typical defector route of US -> cuba -> USSR. ADAM almost definitely travelled through south america. which animal can be found here? THE OCELOT!!

they're elusive but maybe he caught a rare sighting of one. he was only sixteen years old at the time and maybe he was feeling a bit apprehensive about this extremely important/complicated/risky mission that he had no say in partaking in. maybe a comparison was drawn between ADAM and the ocelot by whoever he was travelling with (EVA? the real one obv -_-). the ocelot is solitary and hunts under cover of darkness, much in the same way ADAM is expected to operate. stay hidden, be independent, never forget your objective. the mission will take years but don't let your prey escape. no matter how much you think you trust someone, remember: you hunt alone. "ocelot" was a sort of a last-minute codename to prepare him for his mission

"You're not a snake and I'm not an ocelot. we're men, with names."

this is ocelot acknowledging that "ocelot" is as much of a persona as "shalashaska". snake seems to be the first person to recognise the humanity in ocelot, which is the primary reason ocelot is drawn to him imo. I wrote about this before blah blah blah, back to the point: raised as a tool of the philosophers, ocelot's true personality was constantly suppressed so that he could adapt to any given situation. if mgsv really is a closer depiction of his true personality, then clearly he is a lot more benevolent and sympathetic than is ideal for a soldier-spy-terrorist-interrogator. he is only "ocelot" for most of his life because the characteristics he has attributed to that persona are those that are most suited to his all-consuming work

also ocelots stand slightly bow-legged and it reminds me of the classic cartoon cowboy stance:

^^^ all cowboys ^^^

what really happened is whoever gave him his codename saw an ocelot standing like this and said adam that's u lol

#revolver ocelot #mgs #metal gear solid #I suppose he could've named himself for the same reasons #he does seem to genuinely like them #wonder how close he was to being revolver markhor #btw this was in my drafts until I saw someone in the tags that prompted me to post #wildcats unite #writing

[rice-enjoyer]

listening to a random song and ITS SO SAMPO X literally anyone coded. gepard. yourself. caeuls. whoever else you ship this motherfucker with. FLAVOURED I GO INSANE AND DIE PART 2

moving swiftly on-

the song is abt a fairytale where when u kiss a frog the frog will turn into a rich and nice prince yaknow the one..... gal(first line of dialogue) is trying to get one of those. kisses a frog. she fails. the guy turned into a normal ass dude, and is madly in love with her(second line of dialogue)........ but she rejected him and got back with him many many times before.

this scene is at the girl's apartment door. the guy locked out, trying to apologize for being a good-for-nothing lazy bastard who never changes, only promises to.

a half-assed translation of the part of the song that made me go !!!!! :

-WHO is it?!?!? -Me, my baby! -Me-my-baby? Don't know anyone by that name... -Love of my life, please let me in! :((( -Don't you even think of getting in! -But! But! But! I got you some flowers, my love! -SMEAR IT INTO YOUR HAIR!!! I TRULY DON'T CARE!! Forget my address!!! -But you know I'm in love with you :((( -WELL, listen to what I'm saying! Can you use your ears for ONCE to listen to the words coming out of my mouth?!?!? It's saying: LEEEAAA-VEEEE! -Don't be so harsh, my darling... -I don't even care about that fairytale! Nor do I care about you! -My treasure! Don't do this to me... Let's try again like we always do! :(( -GO WHEREVER! Go back into that damn pond for all I care... -Is this goodbye..? What am I supposed to do with these 5 pounds of red roses then?!?!? -LEAVE!!!!!

- anyway, yeah that's all i have for an original post today

enjoy

#rice is rambling #posts for simpo squad #yeah............ going insane :3 #i'd like all of you to go insane as well

[gvfghostwriter]

GVFghostwriter: An Introduction

            Hello reader, my name is GVFghostwriter and I am a lucid dreamer. I just wanted to give an introduction and explain what to expect when you read my stories. All these stories will be heavily inspired by the dreams I had about Greta Van Fleet (an American rock band I love dearly). Allow me to explain the intricacies of my dreams and how they work mostly. So, if you don’t know what lucid dreaming is, it is where someone can control their dreams. Either only certain aspects, or all aspects… I am a lucid dreamer that has a pretty good handle on what I can control (I like to use the word influence actually). I have been lucid dreaming since I was a child, so I’ve had lots of practice, but here is a look into what I actually go through in a dream.

            First, I never really remember the beginnings of my dreams, I usually am all the sudden aware that I may be dreaming. My dreams are quite realistic compared to other lucid dreamers, so sometimes I have to check myself in real life to make sure I’m awake. I am usually thrown into wherever I am dreaming, not knowing how I got there, however I normally will have gained some sort of knowledge of what I am doing or what the task is soon after becoming aware. For example, I may have a dream where I become aware that I am on a tire swing. I will suddenly just “know” that I am supposed to start swinging. These “knowings” can be quite complex, no words are ever spoken to me, I just “know”. I could go down a rabbit hole explaining that one, but that’s usually how my dreams go: I become aware, then I immediately know what the “plot” or the “task” of my dream is. And then usually from there I decide if I want to change it, ride the wave and continue in it, or alter it to how I like. I can bring in whoever I want to dream about, go where I want to go, make objects appear, etc. however recently, I have been intrigued by what my subconscious wants. Sometimes I sit back and just watch, altering small details here and there.

            Second, I usually cannot alter who I am already with when the dream starts. I can make people appear, but the people I start with are the people I stay with (unless I literally just walk away and start another dream, some people aren’t worth dreaming about lol).

            Third, some of my stories are PG-13, some R and I apologize…maybe. Again, if they’re already with me, they are not going anywhere unless I walk away. Would you walk away from Greta Van Fleet? I didn’t think so.

            Fourth, anyplace I dream of are places I’ve been to in real life, however slightly altered with “loopholes” I call it. For example, doorways are my nemesis. Why? In actual psychology, there is a theory on why people forget things as they walk into a new room. It is theorized that a doorway tells the brain to make a new “page” and we forget what was on the page before. The same very frustrating thing happens in my dreams. So sometimes after I enter a new room, the plot may change a little because I lost focus. Happens a lot and is very frustrating. So, as I write these stories, I may have to put some puzzle pieces together and make fictional “bridges” to have it make sense. That’s why I put “inspired by my dreams” because they are not fully made up like a movie. I have to put puzzles together a lot. But it could be more than doorways, I could have just plainly gotten bored, or moved in my sleep, so it happens often.

            Being a lucid dreamer, I’m always looking for details. I need to because that’s what keeps my dreams going: details. The textures of shirts, the color of the wood, the smell, the time of day (looking at clocks), etc. The more I touch, the more I influence, the more I do things, the better off I am prolonging the dream. The reason I say that is because I will be giving very descriptive imagery because it is very important to keeping the dream going, which to me adds to the lucidity of the dream.

            I am always open to any questions you may have about lucid dreaming, or the meanings of my dreams and what I think they mean to me, etc. so please feel free to reach out to me, I enjoy talking about this! And honestly me talking about my dreams helps me become a stronger lucid dreamer and remember my dreams. It is very important for a lucid dreamer to remember their dreams, its like practicing. The more you remember how to do things, the easier it becomes.

       ��    Sorry I ramble too much, but if you’re a Greta Van Fleet fan, here are my rankings for the “lanes”:

Jake Kiszka

Josh Kiszka

Danny Wagner

Sam Kiszka

I hope you enjoy these as much as I do, and of course I will only make these as I have the dreams, so hopefully I have more GVF specific dreams. But I am interested in adding short POV’s as well to this mix and not just dreams, so be on the lookout! I hope you enjoy, share this with your friends!

Sincerely,

The GVFghostwriter

#greta van fleet #danny wagner #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #smut #gvfdreams #gvfghostwriter #luciddreamer #luciddreaming

[onestopfanficshop]

midnight snack

bruce wayne x gn!reader

word count: 1k-ish

content: explicit language, hinting at something spicy happening, fluff, domestic life with bruce yuh that's it

notes: took this idea about bruce liking circus animal cookies and ran like the damn wind with it. also thank you to whoever this redditor wherever they are almost a decade later for this incredibly convenient comment lol okay enough rambling enjoy <3

You stare at the microwave, wrapped in a fuzzy pink blanket from your house and zoned out on the circular path that your hot chocolate is taking on the microwave turntable. You were so out of it that you forgot to stop the microwave right before it reached zero. The electronic beeping snaps you back to attention as you fumble to hit the “cancel” button, and you carefully grab the steaming mug and close the microwave. 

After you sat down at a dining table chair, your eyes adjusted to the dark and you read the time on the microwave. 1:42. So, not exactly a midnight snack, but close enough. You were only praying that you hadn’t woken anyone else in the manor up with your cravings when you hear the sound of a lamp switch flicking on. Instinctively, you flinch, hands going up to defend yourself. 

“Relax, it’s just me.”

You spot Bruce, leaning against the entryway to the kitchen, sporting messy hair and an amused, sleepy smile on his face. You roll your eyes at him and drop your hands.

“I could have spilled this boiling hot chocolate all over myself, Bruce,” you say, using his first name for effect.  

“My bad,” Bruce shrugs, slinking into the kitchen. He’s wearing his favorite gray plaid pajama pants, along with one of his vintage Nirvana tees that he so lovingly hoards collects. He opens the pantry and his impossibly tall frame disappears inside, returning with two packs of Mother’s Circus Animal Cookies. You grin and watch as Bruce takes the seat at the table next to you, tearing open one of the packages of cookies. 

“You really love those things, huh?” you remark, taking a sip from your hot chocolate and relishing in the warmth that your mug gives to your hands.

“They’re really good,” he mumbles after inhaling a handful. “Especially the pink ones.” 

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“The pink ones taste way better, but I’ll eat either of them,” Bruce explains, popping a pink bear into his mouth.

You set your mug down on the table, fighting back the urge to laugh. “B, um- I’m pretty sure that they’re literally exactly the same.” 

Bruce stops mid-chew, his sleepy eyes widening slightly and looking at you in disbelief. He finishes chewing the cookie, saying, “How can you say that? Have you actually ever tried these?”

“Yes, B, I’ve tried them. And I’m telling you right now there’s absolutely no difference between them,” you say, laughing.

"Evidence?” Bruce challenges, crossing his muscular arms and sinking back in his chair. 

“My evidence,” you say, getting up to grab your charging laptop from the kitchen island, “Is right here,” you finish, raising an eyebrow as your laptop screen glows to life.

Bruce shakes his head as he pulls open his second bag of cookies. 

“If I’m right, then you have to go with Alfred and me to that pizza making class we’ve been talking about,” you tell him as you type your question.

“Fine. If I win, then… we finish what we started two nights ago,” Bruce replies. Your head jerks up when he says this, and his shy smile widens. You fucking love sleepy Bruce. There's a lot of things he says in his semi-awake state hat he would never say fully alert, and it makes your heart race.

“We can do that right now and forget all this,” you giggle, clicking around. Your eyebrows raise when you find what you’re looking for. “Wait... no fucking way,” you mumble, staring at the screen. Bruce’s chair makes a grating noise as it scrapes against the floor, and your eyes shoot up at him as if to say, People are still sleeping??! He dismisses your concern with the wave of a hand and crouches behind you to read what you’re reading.

“'I was an intern at Mother's for a summer, working as a software engineer for their cookie production system. I can tell you that there is, in fact, a difference in flavor between the two. The food coloring used in the pink animal cookies has a slightly bitter taste, which leads to them not tasting quite as sweet. Bear in mind that both colors have the same amount of sugar. It’s just the slight bitterness that affects your perception of it. Almost no one can pick up on this. You have a spectacular palate, friend,'” Bruce reads aloud from the forum post you found. 

“They've gotta be bullshitting us. There’s literally no difference between the two!” you exclaim, reading the post over again in disbelief. 

“Doesn’t change the facts, (Y/N). I’m right. And I have a ‘spectacular palate’,” Bruce says with a small, self-satisfied smile.

“Nonononono, look!” You jump out of your seat, pointing your finger at the screen. “They said that the pink ones are more bitter. The white ones should be your favorite because they’re sweeter. And he said they have the same sugar content. So technically, I’m right and I win,” you tell him. Bruce shakes his head, chuckling.

“We’re both right, and wrong, and winners, and losers,” Bruce says. He wraps his veiny hands around your waist from behind you and slowly pulls you into his chest. His breath on your neck is ticklishly warm as he cranes in and whispers, “And a bet is a bet…"

You wriggle out of his arms and turn to face him, your own arms snaking up this hug his neck.

"Yeah? What'd you have in mind?" you question softly, eyes wandering to his lips and back up to his now lust-filled eyes. Of course you knew. You just wanted to hear Bruce say it. You watch as he cranes his neck behind to look back at the dining table, then turns his attention back to you and the way you're looking up at him through your eyelashes.

"Get on the table and I'll show you."

#bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne headcanon #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne fluff #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x gn!reader #onestopfanficshop

[thesolotomyhan]

ramon arellano felix being jealous would include

a/n: continuing the jealously headcanons since some of you guys asked and well,,, i decided to make ramon the next one but listen i lowkey subconsciously feel like this es basura yet here i am uploading it so we’ll see

warnings: nsfw! 

wow ok jealous ramon? ay dios mio is this hot tempered mf not going to be scared at all to make a whole ass scene if necessary

because if season 2 brought out his psychotic tendencies and heated levels of aggression?? season 3 introduced the above all taste of everything

because do you guys remember that recent scene at roxanne in s3 where some guy bumped into ramon which caused his shoes to get all stained and dirty??

and then it just proceeded into ramon getting into a fit and almost getting the guy killed just for that sole reason???

yeah so que dios ayude at the bozo that tried to get with you,, the princesa of tijuana

and woW so ill let you pick whatever route you want to take for this because,,,,

first the thought of you and ramon being exes with obvious feelings still there that anyone near the two of you could mistaken you both are still very much together is a path i feel like would happen with him

it would literally feel like a breakup between the two of you never happened you feel? and thats just something i vibe with right now

because while you both are essentially free to see whoever you want and wherever you want,, the spark of jealousy rising is something that i yearn because look the idea of you taking some poor guy to roxanne

who would have no idea you were ramon arellanos novia beforehand while he has his hands all over you

and all of this just so you could come over here and make ramon jealous since he was with some other viejas last week completely forgetting about your relationship because “ya no somos nada” is just making me swoon- un par de pinches toxicos alright

but if you want to take a different route say,,, you and ramon are very much together but maybe you just felt a little more confident tonight and all that-

and maybe this mf wouldve had some viejas going up to him all night acting like hes not acompañado with you,,

so you just deciding to push some of ramons buttons back while youre out here dancing on the floor with some guy behind you getting a little too close to you to be friendly-

 just you acting all single to get a rise out of ramons pendejadas is just woW

but just listen any route you chose to take,, it will have this bitch doing a double take,, and blocking out any person or noise around him just so he could solely focus on you-

like oh my god,, do you guys know that scene with him on top of the table at roxanne after dinas wedding,, i would imagine him doing that,, all contento while he drinks and just pasandose a toda madre with the juniors around him

i just know as soon as his smile about being happy is up,, its fading away at that second when he spots you down on the dancefloor with some pendejos hands on your hips,, 

just watching the way you would smile when your date leans in to whisper in your ear,, his arms beginning to encircle you-

like wow ramons doing that dead stare he does all the time setting his jaw in place as he watches the scene unfold in front of him and hes already running through so many ways he could break this cabrons hands in two for touching you like that- because whether his emotional ass realized it now or before,, tu eres su mujer and no one elses

just because i feel like he would struggle so fucking bad getting his feelings across to you which is why i say that -

and like him just blatantly ignoring the calling of his name because all he can really focus on is the temper rising internally in himself,,, 

this grip on his champagne glass getting progressively harder and the heavy feeling of wanting to use his gun thats behind his pants when your dates face inches closer to your face-

and its like everything slows down for him because all i know is that ramon is fucking pissed that youre out here like nothing with someone new and not him,, lo abandonaste even tho this mf was the first one to start it,,

so him just finishing his drink,, his jaw fucking clenched as he throws his glass on the ground,, his tempered ass already pulling out his gun taking the safety off and all and just outright ignoring the voice calling his name out like que te pasa cabron?

him striding down the stairs with the juniors right behind him not hesitating to follow him

ayy no the way this man is parting the crowd with the thumping of the music matching his movements-

him not stalling to get in between the two of you and getting his face all up on your date like “oyes cabron, si esa es mi pinche mujer, quien vergas crees que eres”

and i can just imagine your date being this cocky mf sizing ramon up like “oh si? ella me dijo que no tenia novio, pero igual nomas me la cogo mas duro, seguro que no ay problema”

and padre santo if ramon wasnt pissed off enough already this man is riled up beyond belief because all i can imagine is the way ramon would sarcastically smile and just suddenly bring the butt of his gun up to hit this guys face like “pinche pendEJO”

him turning around and signaling for his guys to take care of your date outside, and him just giving you a once over, heat in his eyes and grabbing hold of your arm and dragging you away to one of the vips rooms in the back,, 

not even giving you a second look when you try to pull away from him like “que pedo ramon, que te pasa”

i - the way he would pull you into the room after him,, shutting the door behind you two while he brings your body close to his,,, his hold not budging when you try to pull away like “no que ya no estamos juntos, porque chingados hiciste eso ramon -”

wow him not wanting to hear anymore of you because hes already leaning down towards you and kissing you to shut up,, 

roughly pulling you back against him when he feels you try to pull away and wow its going to be one of this rushed not wanting to separate because of unsaid feelings makeouts ok,,,

i- both of you just out of breath when he pulls away,, you both silently staring at each other and just desperately leaning towards eachother again because you both love each other more than life youre just too hardheaded to admit it ,, 

him just picking your legs up and wrapping them around his waist,, walking you both towards this desk,,,

and let me just say this now because this horny raging and frustrated mf is going to break you 10 different ways ok,,

hes just going to get rid of the feelings of your dates hands on your body with his instead,,,

and so just him at first having you laid out in front of him,, your legs wrapped around his waist while he drives his hips into you,, him holding your arms right next to your head, not letting you look away from him otherwise hes stopping all of his movements -i

him placing his hand on your throat going “de quien eres bebe? de ese pendejo?” like wanting you to say his name and completely forget whoever you came here with-

woW him unwrapping your legs from around his waist,, spreading your legs out with his hands holding the underside of your thighs,,, 

pulling your body down to him and watching the way your soft pussy takes him as he drills into you again and again-

him possessively watching the way you move your hands to play with your breasts,, whining out his name as your eyes roll back before you desperately open them back up again to look at him through your tears of pleasure as he picks one of your legs up over his shoulder-

one of his hands planting onto your stomach,, so he can bury himself even more into you,, his rough thrusts making your body bounce up everytime -im

him mesmerized with the way you would crease your eyebrows together,, your high pitched whines of his name filling the air,, your trembling body just fucking shaking with the way hes devastatingly filling you up-

y alguien ayude because if you even thought he was going to let you cum after the shit you pulled and him being jealous with the emotional range he has?? think again

because hes going to edge you all fucking night until you forget how to even think and walk,,

not letting you cum even if youre starting to have tears of pleasure and frustration roll down your cheeks because even as soon as he feels you start to tense up and start to squeeze his cock even tighter with your orgasm approaching-

este cabron is just stopping everything and all movements with his cock buried deep inside of you,,

 smirking down at your wrecked form on the verge of losing your mind when you cry out at the lost build up 

probably drooling while he moves this thumb to gently massage your swollen and weeping clit ,, holding your hips down with his other hand so you cant move your hips up into him like “nomas las niñas buenas se pueden venir, princesa” i good fuckinG BYE

porque all i know is that hes keeping that shit up for as long as he wants until all you remember to say is his name all slurred,, and just him reminding you that nomas el te ama and that hes the only one that can have you like this,,

claiming you and just straight up reminding you over and over again that youre his,, hes ruining you for anyone else - im 

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[roonilwazlibimagines]

What are some of your scenarios to fall asleep to? 👀

Ahhhh I’m glad you asked !! Also please feel free to share some of yours they can be specific or vague idc I’m in desperate need

I will be going into heavy detail because I can’t help myself I’m sorry and I will put in both normal ones and Harry Potter ones

Also this is just like one big ramble I’m sorry I got too excited I literally turned into that Tik tok sound where it’s like ‘you’re asking me about my theories? I’ve waited years for someone to ask me about my theories’

Update - I think I’m just going to keep updating this as well when I think of new ones because I keep forgetting some

My most recent one is a royalty one where they’re like royalty but in their really prestigious and royal school they were academic rivals and did not get along and after school they like try to go their separate ways until a couple years later their parents force them into an arranged marriage for like the good of the country or whatever I don’t really care!! You can take it wherever you want from there but in case you were interested in mine he fell for her first and kinda gave up on the enemies thing pretty early on but she still made it clear he wasn’t her favourite person and she despised the situation and there is still constant teasing until she meets his sister or friend or whoever who says that they can’t believe how happy he is with them and she feels so bad because she thinks he deserves better and ends up being much meaner to him because she’s an idiot who can’t express her emotions and he gets angry at her because she’s being super mean after they were just starting to get along and they have a big argument and are forced to talk about their feelings and then I can never decide whether they actually like each other when they get married, I feel like either way is fun

I have a thing for royalty so my other one is literally just princess x stable boy and you can honestly take that wherever you want but I will tell you where I took it for some ✨inspiration✨ so I don’t have my drivers license and get really bad driving anxiety so I self projected and made her terrified of riding horses right (I’m so smart I know) and he is like trying to help her ride the horse and feel comfortable and like obviously they end up in love but I created drama because she sneaks out to his birthday party (!!) but his friends don’t like her because they just think she’ll be a snob but he obviously defends her but like it’s a perfect opportunity for a bit of an innocent princess as well

My personal favourite is the two co stars falling in love and like thinking about doing all those stupid interviews from like buzzfeed and all that and I personally love the trying foods from different places thing (like making them try fairy bread - because I’m from Australia and we aren’t that cultured and being mad when they don’t like it because it is my favourite food) and it’s great because i can make the guy any actor I am currently obsessed with 😭 but also like the red carpet opportunities and interviews and fan reactions and it’s very fun also this keeps my brain very busy because I like making it as realistic as possible and figuring out the actors timeline so I can match the story up with it, it’s always really intense, also if you want inspiration for what moving they’re staring in I always go for the live action version of tangled even if I don’t look anything like rapunzel

Another fun one is where one of them is in a band and you have a friend who is dating one of the other members but you don’t like the band and you’re not shy in letting the other members know that and it turns into an enemies to lovers thing but I haven’t really developed it because halfway through I ended up changing it with the fact that they befriend one of the members and like fall for them but the band member like ‘gets around’ and it makes them jealous until they drunkingly confess it made them jealous this one’s a bit of a mess and is tipping into a 2012 wattpad story but it was how I got back into my 5sos phase two years ago because I felt icky about them but I’m still a slut for Calum 😭

Another one I love is moving abroad to study or whatever (idk I just always need a reason to be in America/Uk because there’s no one here in australia) and you make friends with someone who turns out to be related to someone really famous (insert whoever you want) and you meet them and you think they’re the hottest person you’ve ever seen and you get drunk to gain confidence to talk to them and you’re like unashamedly flirting with them and they think it’s cute and you’re funny but the whole little plot twist is that you don’t know they’re famous (famous people love that, trust me, I have about 10 wattpad stories in my library that can prove this) !! And the don’t believe you don’t know they’re famous !! Anyways I took it in a sugar daddy direction but each to their own!

Specifically for Harry Potter though, you ask?

Currently I am obsessed with Regulus Black and for about the past two weeks I’ve been obsessed with the idea of James potter sibling x regulus black enemies to lovers story and then about a week ago I found an actually good wattpad story about it?!?! (I have recommended it here with warnings but I really encourage you to read it if you’re not a minor) but you can also do your own version because I am still doing my own version and will continue to do my own version tonight even if I am obsessed with the wattpad one !! Currently I am up to post Hogwarts and her and regulus are trying to defeat Voldemort and regulus tells her that Peter is going to betray James and so ofc she tells James but James is like ‘how to do you even know this??’ And he is so afraid and gets angry at her and it’s really dramatic and she tells him she’s dating regulus and then he gets super mad at her because she’s dating like one of the most well known and loyal death eaters (even if regulus is sneakily trying to destroy Voldemort) and because he didn’t tell her and it’s very dramatic

My favourite Sirius black idea is also a James potters sibling one, but I never have any good ideas for it and just end up self projecting so if anyone has any ideas, I am begging you, please tell me !!!

My other Sirius black one is one I’ve been working on for like the last 4 years of my life and I probably should write it but who knows, but basically it’s a 10 things I hate about you x Harry Potter story where reader is about a year or so older than the marauders and she is like Kat Stratford (for people who haven’t watched it the best way to describe her is just an angry early 2000s feminist who is like anti dating and fun (kinda)) but she is Lily Evans sister!! And so Lily gets fed up of James constantly asking her out and makes an offhand comment that she’ll date him when her sister goes on a date with someone and James is like really?!? And Lily is like ‘sure’ because she knows her sister will never date anyone at Hogwarts so James tells the marauders and Remus is like ‘if anyone can take her on a date, it’s Sirius’ and Sirius is like ‘no, I’m stupid but not that stupid’ and James is like ‘please I’ll pay you’ and Sirius is easily bribed so he tries to get her to go on a date with him and like she doesn’t until she does and then finds out he only did it because James paid him but then they fall in love? Basically just 10 things I hate about you lol

My next one is with Draco Malfoy and all it is is that reader comes from a pure blood family and they’ve known each other since they were babies and it’s like basically destined they get married but she gets like really upset when he gets the mark which makes for a good cuddling and crying scene and like idk people are probably more creative than me but I just like reimagining scenes from hp but with this new character so like Poa when she gets angry at him about buckbeak or the bathroom scene (maybe she duels Harry?) and she’s so upset about Draco and comforts him, or helping him in sixth year and comforting him or the quidditch scene in the fifth book (weird note, but I’ve always headcannoned that my original character finds out about dumbledores army but doesn’t say anything and like the da knows she knows but she doesn’t tell Draco or maybe Draco finds out and gets angry at her?)

My other one is another Draco malfoy one where James and Lily live and she’s Harry’s younger sister (and Voldemort isn’t a thing) but like there’s still stereotypes and beliefs and such and like it’s obviously enemies to lovers and maybe they get prefect duties together ? (I am a sucker for this trope in Harry Potter) but then when they do date they try to hide it but Harry finds out but doesn’t say anything until they get into a fight at home and he is like ‘well at least I’m not fucking Draco malfoy behind everyone’s back) (in my head they aren’t fucking because they’re still in Hogwarts but you get the idea) and James and Lily are just like ‘WHAT?!’ Like idk I just think it’s funny imagining James and Lily finding out their kid is dating Draco and Lucius and narcissus finding out Draco is dating a potter - so many possibilities!

Update 6.10.21

I also have one for Charlie Weasley !! And basically you’re friends with the twins and like you go your whole Hogwarts life with the biggest crush on Charlie but like he low key doesn’t even know who you are and you want to become a healer and then after Hogwarts there is a position in Romania and you take it because you know Charlie’s there and at first he is like hmmm I think I know you and you explain you’re friends with the twins and obviously he falls in love with you I also took it in a nsfw direction where it’s like major innocence kink because Charlie is just such a dom to me and he like teaches you everything but he makes sure you’re happy and safe and it’s not really like serious sex you’re both just having fun and he kinda introduces you to dom/sub dynamics but you can do whatever is most comfortable

#I’m probably going to regret posting this #it’s a mess #but let me know if you do actually use any of them and how you change the story #and please feel free to share some of yours because I am running out of scenarios 😭😭 #scenarios

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ prompt: "you accidentally get sent into the future and see how you both turn out.”

♡ pairing: dick grayson (anyverse / nightwing) x fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “I said that’s life and as funny as it may seem, some people get their kicks stomping on a dream but I don’t let it get me down cause this fine old world keeps spinning around.” 

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / again like what I said with my Jason fic, you don’t necessarily use the TITANS universe to imagine this fic. i just used this version of dick for no reason. 

“god, this is the last time I do any kind of work with ANY OF YOU!” you yelled at Dick as he bit on his inner cheek. all of you had been fighting off a bunch of crooks and at first, you thought it was okay.....that was until one of the crooks pulled out his hidden magical abilities, “at the very least, we could’ve called Klarion for help!” 

Damian gave you a look as if what you were saying was stupid, “I’M JUST SAYING! WE’RE ALL FUCKING HUMAN AND ZATANNA ISN’T EVEN IN THE COUNTRY TO HELP!” you yelled back. 

Dick was trying to remain calm as he hadn’t seen one of the criminals approaching him. he was too busy charging one that was heading towards you. you; however, had saw them out of the corner of you eye and practically sped to Dick which is what the criminal wanted. 

he wanted you and Dick out of the way in order to get Damian trapped. as you and Dick had passed each other with the notion to save each other, the crook pulled out a gadget that opened up a portal. 

“NIGHTWING!” “( YOUR HERO NAME )!” 

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the two of you went to grab each other but it was too late. you and Dick had gotten sucked into the portal as you let out a piercing yell. Dick tried grabbing you, hoping that wherever the two of you landed, he would get the hardest impact. 

soon enough, both you and Nightwing collided with the ground. you instantly shot up, preparing to fight whoever was around. Dick had took in the surrounding and whispered that the two of you were safe. 

“where the hell are we?” you asked, trying not to panic, “we need to find another portal back. Damian is on his own!” you fidgeted with your fingers as Dick waved you off. 

“if anything, Damian might be more in his element,” he whispered, “you forget how Damian grew up. I think he’ll be fine. he probably already called Bruce or one of the boys.” you tried to figure out how the hell Dick was so calm about the situation. 

Dick took off his mask as you followed along, “I think are biggest issue might be trying to figure out what year he took us too. I can’t imagine he took us in the past so we might just be in the future,” Dick explained. 

both of you walked down the hill that you had landed on and saw you were in Bludhaven, “I think we’re in your home territory,” you murmured. Dick sighed in relief. he was more relieved that both of you landed in his hometown because had you landed in Gotham, he felt like that would’ve landed you in more trouble with the Bat, “I didn’t think Bludhaven was this ran down,” you told Dick. 

“hey!” he exclaimed, “it isn’t as bad as it looks!” you giggled trying not to catch attention from anyone. the two of you made it down the hill when the realization hit you. Bludhaven had snow falling all over the town and you nor Dick were even mildly dressed in clothes to handle the cold. 

“do you have clothes in your apartment? it’s freezing out here!” you exclaimed. Dick gave you the side eye, “I do but if we landed in the future, my future self might be there. we can run into a store and get clothes there.” 

“and do you have cash? bc if you’re carrying a debit card, that would be really weird to see a transaction from the future,” you replied. Dick took out his wallet and pulled out a crisp 100, “I stand defeated,” you murmured. Dick rolled his eyes as the two of you saw a department store at the corner of the street. 

before you could pull in, you heard someone scream you hero name, “hey! those are sick cosplays!” they said running up to you. you gave him a confused look before realizing, you had to pretend that you weren’t actually yourself, “thanks! it took a lot of work,” you tried to say. 

“I bet. it looks super realistic too! ever since she stopped fighting, it’s been super weird not seeing ( your hero name ) around.” you stood confused, wondering what he meant by that, “oh! you’re supposed to be Nightwing! that’s awesome! do you think I can get a picture!” he asked. 

you looked to Dick who just shrugged and agreed. the two of you smiled for the photo as he scanned it, “thanks! I swear, you look exactly like her too! but clearly that can’t be right since the actual ( your hero name ) is pregnant allegedly!” he said as he turned around to leave. 

“pregnant?” you yelled, holding onto Dick who was laughing hysterically, “it’s not fucking funny! I’m pregnant in whatever year this is!” you yelled. Dick could see the panic in your eyes, “he never said it was actually true. he said it was alleged that you were,” Dick tried to emphasize. 

you walked into the department store, which ended up being a Target, and ran to the women’s section, wanting to get out of your hero costume as soon as possible. once you and Dick grabbed the clothes, he quickly paid for it before the two of you darted to the bathrooms to get dressed. 

you managed to come out faster than Dick as you held onto your costume by hand. with curiosity plaguing your mind, you saw a magazine and looked at the date. 

December 22, 2024.

you sighed in relief. the two of you had only gone three years into the future which was a good thing....right?

“we’re three years into the future,” you told Dick. he nodded as you walked outside, “we can check if future you is actually home and if he’s not, you making some portal to get us back home!” you threatened. 

“at this rate, I would’ve preferred if Damian would’ve been the one to come along,” Dick retorted. you pushed him to street, making him stumble over his feet, “say some snark shit again and see where that gets you,” you told him, “plus, you think I want to get stuck in the future with you? I would have preferred Jason if we’re going to be honest. at least he would’ve been more entertaining to be around.” 

Dick remained quiet, not knowing how to respond. 

the two of you had a weird relationship with each other. at times, the two of you got along, to the point where some thought the two of you were together while other times, you practically hated his guts. no one knew why the relationship was this way but his heart felt a pang as you confessed that you would have rather been here with Jason than him. 

“way to kill a mood,” Dick said. you rolled your eyes, “you literally just said you’d rather be with Damian! don’t blame me for this shit. plus, if it wasn’t Damian, I’m sure you would wanted Starfire next,” you added on. 

Dick looked at you stunned, “what makes you say that?” he asked. you rolled your eyes, “please, it’s not hard to tell that you and Star have a thing for each other,” you said, this time more quietly than before. Dick didn’t know how to respond but quickly for him, he didn’t have to. the two of you had arrived to where lived or at least hope he still lived there. 

the house wasn’t big, not in the slightest; however, it was big enough for him on his own. the two of you looked inside of the window and saw that someone was facing their back towards it. 

“whose that?” you asked Dick. he shrugged, half of him annoyed at you and the other half not knowing who it actually was. the two of you remained looking at the person, hoping they turned around so you could get a look, “it looks like you if I’m going to be honest,” Dick replied. 

you sighed, “I don’t think it is but sure,” your statement was quickly taken back as the person finally turned around. it was in fact you...fully pregnant and opening up the window. you let out a piercing scream as Dick quickly covered your mouth, trying not to get caught. 

“can you shut the hell up?” he whisper screamed, “you’re going to get us caught!” he continued. you took his hand off your mouth, “do that shit again and you’ll be dead before you can even see your future self,” you threatened, “plus! that’s me! pregnant as fuck!” 

Dick tried not to laugh at your last statement but couldn’t, “if you’re pregnant, I wonder whose kid it is and why the hell you’re even at my place,” he wondered, “it’s probably yours,” you joked, making the both of you laugh quietly. 

you remained looking through the window, watching as you stood up and got different things from a box. you were whispered things you couldn’t exactly heart but one thing you did notice was the huge ring on your left finger. 

you whipped your head to look at Dick as his eyes widened. his future self had walked into the living room, giving you a peck on the cheek before bending down and kissing your stomach, “hey bubba! treating your creator well?” he asked. 

both you and Dick looked at each other speechless as you put two and two together. you were pregnant....with Dick’s child, “you better because your mom might kill me if you’re giving her a hard time,” he joked before placing a kiss on your lips, “we should eat before John gets hungry and your dad thinks we ditched out on the plans,” you mentioned. 

“John?” you whispered to yourself, wondering why the hell you named your future kid John, “John was my fathers name, you know, before he passed,” Dick confessed. your eyes widened, “oh, is it?” you murmured back, not knowing what to say. 

the two of you walked closer the door as you noticed your belly again. it was bigger than you realized as Dick had to help you down the stairs. you watched yourself get into Dick’s are as you were struggling to put the belt around you. eventually, Dick drove away and left the two of you alone again. 

the air was thick with silence as you had no idea what to say, “parents huh?” Dick asked with a chuckle of nervousness, “yup....and you’re the dad,” you added on. Dick nodded as you sat on the curb with your hands on your knees, “and you’re the mom,” he replied. 

you let out a laugh of disbelief as you couldn’t make up anything to say, “crazy right? I think we’re married too,” you finally looked at Dick as he stared at you, almost lovingly, “is there an issue with that?” he asked as seriously as possible. you shook your head no, “nope. just weird that we were the ones that ended up married and having kids together,” you said. 

Dick slowly grabbed your hand and held it softly. 

“I mean it could be weirder...it could have been Jason or Tim,” he said out loud. you shrugged, “I mean, that would have weird too,” you played with Dick’s fingers and bit your lip, “I guess we should try and find our way back? we wouldn’t want to change the future,” you gave Dick a hopeful look. 

he nodded as he helped you up but without hesitation, he pulled you in for a searing kiss, “I’ve been meaning to do that for a while now,” he whispered as he put his hand on your cheek and caressed it softly with his thumb. 

a few seconds later, both of you saw a portal opening with Damian screeching from the other side of it, “COME ON YOU BUNCH OF IDIOTS!” he yelled dramatically. you laughed, looking to Dick, “you heard the boy, let’s get the future started,” Dick nodded grabbing your hand and stepping into the portal. 

#DC imagines #DC comics #dc imagine #dc x reader #dc #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #nightwing #nightwing imagine #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #comics

[crystalirises]

i am completely in love with your harry potter au, got any more crumbs? maybe some young georgebur falling in love? maybe some george x revivebur reunion?

(2/2) oh also I have this hc that not only did wilbur trust george with the hufflepuff cup horcrux just like bellatrix, but that he also made george's wedding ring into the ring horcrux (yk the one that poisoned dumbledors hand? except this one wouldn't be cursed obviously) so george would always have a piece of his husbands soul with him wherever he goes :,( <3 this is way to romantic in my head considering the fact that you have to murder someone and literally split your soul in half to create a horcrux🤦

hello! So this might not be exactly what you wanted cause I kinda like...

You know when you want to write but you're like... nah, I'm tired?

Yeah I'm currently going through that XD. My second year in college is starting next week so I've been busy with enlistment of classes and stuff. I did do something about this (along with other stuff cause I couldn't help myself and someone else asked before if I could make like a second prompt for what happens to Fundy after he got obliviated).

So yeah, this is like ten parts of drabbles that take place in this AU. Sorry if this isn't what you wanted. I'm very sorry.

Fair warning, some parts are dark cause... Georgebur are the villains and well they win and this is a Harry Potter AU, y'all know the villain, y'all know what his agenda is.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31985884/chapters/82666897

I. First Meeting

“You’re all bark, Mr. Soot.”

He stopped, one foot already at the top of the stairs. Wilbur threw a careless glance back.

And, oh, he was glad he looked back. There were many students within Slytherin, and he only recalled the most interesting ones. George Lore had always been very intriguing. “How so?”

“You’re charming, but I’ve seen your… skills. You’re not very sharp.”

Wilbur laughed, moving back down the stairs to where George waited. He’ll show him sharp.

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II. Expelled

“George Lore, the only man I will ever love, I believe this is where we part ways—”

“Wilbur, please keep your mouth shut and assist me with my luggage.” Of all the replies, Wilbur did not expect that. He glanced behind George where a bunch of suitcases waited eagerly to board the boat that would lead them back to the train station. Wilbur was stricken. When they’d expelled him for the murder of some… honestly, he wasn’t quite sure who he had murdered - some nobody mudblood, that was all… one, he had expected George to track him down just for the sake of lecturing him on his stupidity. Yet it seemed, that wasn’t the case. “Well, Wilbur? What do you say? Do we head home to your family’s manor or to mine? Either works for me.”

“Love, as much as I would love for you to stay at my home, what are you… huh?” George rolled his eyes, huffing before finally placing his bags on the boat, muttering on how useless Wilbur was and how he really was just charms and good looks. Not to be upstaged, Wilbur immediately took over, carrying George’s heavy bags onto the boat despite his confusion. He bit the bottom of his lip, watching as George stepped on board, sitting down as he waited for Wilbur to get his own bags into the boat. “Don’t tell me you’ve snuck out. Think of your grades, love, you care so—”

“I care more for you than some school who accepted those filthy mudbloods in the first place.”

Wilbur smiled, “And that’s why I love you. Whoever I killed, they had it coming.”

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III. Isolation

George was growing tired of the same dingy walls.

He never thought he’d end up in Azkaban, but fate tends to surprise you.

They trapped him in there, thinking that the dementors would drive him to the brink of madness.

He’d be damned if they were to devour his happiness. His husband was dead, and so was their son. There was no happiness in his mind, and he could not bring himself to hope. Hope meant food for those damned abominations. He’d keep his thoughts and his emotions kept under lock and key. He won’t let them take what was left of what he remembers of Wilbur and their child.

He refuses to lose them again. Not again.

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IV. Loss

He wasn’t an orphan, but now he felt like he was.

Fundy rushed out of the house, hands wet with sweat despite the cold and rainy weather of London. His bag dragged across the pavement, his shoes splashing against the murky puddles. He didn’t dare to turn back, he couldn’t. Dream and Sapnap would be devastated if they knew what he had done, but Fundy couldn’t stay and endanger his parents any longer. He loved them, they were the best parents a kid could ever ask for. But Sally and Jared Salmon would be better off thinking that they never had a son and that their lifelong dream was to move to the Netherlands. Fundy walked faster, scared that he’d turn back the longer he stayed near the house.

He could feel the tears gathering in his eyes, but Fundy knew he needed to be strong. Sapnap and Dream needed him to be strong. They’ve all lost too much. He won’t cry until the war is over.

Who knows? Maybe he’ll actually like living in the wizarding world.

He just wished it didn’t have to come with the cost of his parents forgetting he ever even existed.

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V. Wedding Ring

George found it to be quite amusing, honestly.

You would think that the Order would know better. Incompetent fools, all of them.

He admired the ring on his finger, a small smile on his face. When they’d dragged him away to Azkaban, they had given him the mercy of leaving the wedding ring that Wilbur had proposed to him with. It was hilarious, if only they had known that they had been looking at a horcrux.

His husband’s horcrux. He shook his head, gazing over at the man who stood at the head of the war table. A map of Hogwarts laid on the surface, his husband’s focused gaze nearly covered by his curly, dark chocolate brown hair. He’d join in on the brainstorming once Wilbur had gained a bit of a plan. While George did adore his husband… he was more the charms than the brains.

For now, he keeps a part of his love’s soul close to his heart.

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VI. Knitting Habits

He’s never held a knitting needle before in his life, but he can’t say that knitting wasn’t fun.

“I never thought I’d see the day. You’re getting old, love. Should I get you a rocking chair too?”

George threw a ball of yarn towards Wilbur, eliciting a laugh as it hit Wilbur directly on the face.

“Ever the humorist, Wil. It would be funny if it wasn’t coming from a man who literally came back from the dead and looks decayed.” He sighed, leaning against the wall of the alcove. Wilbur was still mulling over their plans, a crease in his forehead. “I’m making a scarf for our little son.”

Now here’s to hoping that Fundy would like it. George did do it with the colors of their family.

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VII. Home

He trembled, the effects of the spell washing over him like a pile of snow.

George was whispering into his ear, but Fundy couldn’t hear him over the sound of his own breathing. Dream was dead, Sapnap got hit by a crucio spell, and George was taking him back to be tortured all over again. He continued to shiver, tears pouring past his cheeks no matter how hard he tried to keep himself from crying. The world around them melted back into existence, but all he could feel was his heart beating loudly in his chest and the arms wrapped around him.

“Shh, shhh, you’re alright, sweetheart.”

His captor pulled him along, keeping an arm wrapped around his shoulders, squeezing him every now and then each time he tried to put a bit of distance between them. He was led inside a room, and from the way it looked, Fundy could tell it wasn’t an ordinary guest room. It felt too lived-in, too personal. George led him to sit on the edge of the bed, gently petting his messy and dirty hair.

“It’s alright, Fundy. You’re home with dads now.”

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VIII. Scarf

Fundy scowled, the scarf somehow tight against his neck despite it practically falling off.

He felt George adjust it back around him, fussing over him like he was a child and not some captive that they’ve been keeping locked inside their room. Fundy knew he wasn’t the tallest, his best friends already joke - well, they used to - about it, but George was just a foot taller and still he somehow felt even smaller. He huffed, moving away until his back was against the wall of the alcove. George didn’t make a move to follow him, simply sighing before turning back to Wilbur.

He buried his face against the scarf, trying to bring himself comfort.

If he tried hard enough, he could catch the faint scent of ash and black licorice. Sapnap had worn the scarf at some point during the battle since he thought it looked comfortable to wear. Fundy had given it to him since he didn’t know where it came from and it had been too big for him.

What he’d give to go back to that time, instead of clinging to the fading scent of his best friend.

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IX. Very Dark Blue Eyes

There was a stranger in his room.

Fundy nervously fiddled with the end of his scarf. His wand was still on the nightstand where he had left it, and the stranger was blocking his way. He’d barely seen anyone for the past few months aside from his dads, but he could already tell who the stranger was. The stranger was his age and had long black hair falling past his shoulders. Fundy knew he was a Halo immediately.

“Holy shit… Fundy! Finally, I’ve been scouting the fucking grounds for hours! This place has terrible security, well except for the wards but they were easy to break.” The stranger rambled on and on, each word striking Fundy with more confusion. He wasn’t sure why he was acting like they knew each other. Fundy had no friends - aside from his Uncle Tommy but Uncle Tommy was awkward around him - so he wouldn’t know the stranger, especially since they were a Halo of all things. The stranger moved closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “I missed you!”

“Who are you?” He moved away from the stranger’s hold, avoiding the stricken look that the stranger was giving him. Fundy scowled. Of all the times to leave his wand where he couldn’t reach it. “I know you’re one of those… Halos at least. Now, how did you get inside my room?!”

“Fundy…” Very dark blue eyes gazed at him, hurt dancing in their stare. “It’s me, Sapnap…”

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X. You’re a Wizard, Fundy

The letter came at some point during the night.

His mama had asked his papa if he’d enrolled Fundy in a faraway school by accident, but papa had said that he hadn’t. They were whispering about it during breakfast, throwing glances at him every so often as though they didn’t want him to hear. He pretended not to care, attention focused on his breakfast. Mama and papa weren’t arguing, but it almost felt like they were. He hoped that their conversation would be over soon, but it continued even after Fundy finished his breakfast. He left his plate on the table before walking out of the dining room and into the hall. Mama and papa didn’t seem to even notice that he had left. Now to find what was the problem.

He found the problem all too quickly, his scavenger hunt cut short by the fancy letter that had been left on top of a table in the hallway. Fundy held the letter in his hand, the paper coarser than most that he’d felt. He knew he shouldn’t be snooping, but his mama and papa never talked about something so incessantly, at least not something about him. He snuck back into his room, the letter clutched in his hand. Maybe he’d failed his entrance exam at the school his parents were enrolling him in? He pouted, but he’d studied so hard for it and it had been so easy for him!

Fundy didn’t know why his hands trembled as he tried to pull the letter open. Mama had folded it back to the way it had been, and he couldn’t really see the trace of ink at the back. A part of him wanted to hide it away, maybe then mama and papa would stop worrying about it. He didn’t know why, but a part of him felt like something was about to end the moment he opened the letter. He took a deep breath. He could handle long hours of studying, even though his mama and papa said it wasn’t healthy for him to stay up so late. He could handle what was inside the letter. With shaking hands, he opened it, scanning the life-changing words that were meant for him.

If he only knew what that letter meant at the time, then maybe he would have just burned it.

#georgenotfound dsmp #wilbur soot #georgebur #fundy #sapnap #dream smp fanfiction #dsmp #harry potter AU

[soyunaagente]

Dating Amado Carrillo Fuentes includes

Here we go again lol.

I had one too many martinis earlier so how this turned out is anyone’s guess. 

I hope you enjoy!

Remember- my ask box is always open for requests/ thoughts/ opinions- anything! 

Amado is one of the chillest men out there- he just doesn’t get stressed. Everything washes over him. SO he’s definitely a fun one to be around. 

The relationship is very easy- there’s mutual trust between both of you.

Everything is spontaneous. Feel like the beach? He’s already gearing up one of the planes to go. Fancy dinner? He’s making the reservation. He just loves spontaneity.

Speaking of dinner he loves intimate dinner dates, just the two of you- away from the world. 

He has a bad sweet tooth so dinner is just generally centered around dessert. Mainly different types of pastries and chocolate. 

When he has the time he loves to cook for you-you’re not allowed to tell anyone this btw- he makes the most aMaZiNg breakfasts & dinners. He always buys dessert. 

He loves it when you watch him cook. It makes him feel like he’s doing something special for you. 

He also AdOrEs the beach. Long walks, hand in hand, letting the water wash up against your ankles. (He also loves for picking you up and just dunking you into an oncoming wave- but you didn’t hear that from me)

  He’s like Miguel in the sense he likes to get you gifts but not just for the sake of it, he likes to get you something that you’ll cherish. Like a bunch of your favourite flowers when you’re a little down, or you’re favourite take-out just because.

Also can we discuss the talking shit sessions with Amado. 

Just- he comes in all grumpy from something that went down that day. You both sit on the couch with coffee just talking shit about whoever was involved.

We all know it’s true.

He loves a slow dance in the evenings.  Just his hand in yours, head on his chest. Moving to the slow tempo of the music.  

Honestly he just talks shit for the sake of it half the time. 

We all know Amado is so whipped that most of Mexico roasts him for it but he doesn’t care, he knows it’s true

Amado also never has you left alone. When he’s not with you he only puts someone who has their balls in a vice grips to protect you. That poor fucker knows if AnYtHiNg happens to you then he can kill having kids goodbye. 

Especially after the deal with Pacho & what happened to Gueros family. You’re in a different city with guards that have had everything they hold dear threatened. 

Ergo when you’re there he needs to hear your voice at least once a day. To make sure you’re okay and so he can relax for one second. 

He also not-so-secretly loves PDA. Giving your ass a lil squeeze, your hand on his back. He just- he melts. 

He also loves having your arm linked through his when you go for a walk. 

When there’s a party you know he has his hand on your’s the entire time. ‘La Renia de Juarez’ you’ve been dubbed for the evening.

Not that you're complaining.

He always helps to pick out what you’re wearing for the occasion- and he always gets it right. You’re unsure of HOW but again not complaining, 

He never lets you see the price tag either. ‘Eres más importante’.  He always tells you. 

Amado always asks your opinion on decisions. Whether it be business or otherwise. He wants you to know that you guys are a team. 

Whether you’re at the business meeting or not he always needs your input before deciding what he’s going to do. 

Your opinion is more important than anyone else’s, including his own most of the time.

Going back to the sweet tooth, he LOVES it when you either bake for him, or you go to his favourite bakery for whatever he fancies. 

One of the reasons he’s so chill is he is constantly snacking to take his mind off of whatever is going on. 

Another reason he’s so chill, and you are SWORN to secrecy on this is at night he rests his head on your chest and just listens to your heart beat. The rhythm always helps him forget whatever went down that day. 

He loves to be babied but I never said that. 

He also has an engagement ring custom made- you heard me- 

I’m talking about pretty much straight away. Again he’s not one for big grand gestures so the first time you see it is at an intimate setting. Probably a plane knowing this pendejo. 

Amado’s a sarcastic pendejo- he loves it when you bite back at him. 

He playfully insults you

Only to be met with ‘Besa mi culo cabrón’ 

It kills him but he adores it.

Your pet names for each other are totally ridiculous. 

Just from an inside joke that only the two of you get. It leaves everyone confused and the both of you in stitches laughing.  

Amado also melts when you play with his hair. 

He just melts when you both are chilling on the couch or wherever and you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair. 

His favourite thing in the world to do is watch TV and movies with you. It totally de-stresses him. Makes him forget the world he lives in

You both just making comments at the television for the duration 

Ese malparido no sabe  mierda’ for example. 

Usually ends up with y’all in tears crying- the type where you cant breath from laughing so hard. 

Call me crazy but I also see Amado buying you a pet for your birthday. 

I don’t see him as one for being crazy about having kids but a pet on the other hand. 

It’s literally the BeSt thing ever. He even lets it go in the plane too, wherever you go the new addition goes too. 

You even get it a little black trousers to match Amado. (he pretends to be annoyed but we all know that he isn’t) 

The relationship is just easy- there’s no fuss just pure adoration 

Just a fun loving couple until the end bby

#narcos mexico #narcos mexico imagine #narocs #amado carrillo fuentes #amado carrillo fuentes x reader

[flamboyant-king]

— SHIP QUESTIONS (but I just filled them all out anyway)

Herb and Clover!

When I’m sad, I do ship memes to feel better. These are based on headcanons and AUs I have yet I hide. Sorry, I’m making yall see this, but I like sharing my ideas even when I can’t draw them hgjkdf (sorry mobile users i think)

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet? While Herb was still serving in the army, he was trying to give one of his troopmates first aid in a burning town. Clover appeared at the top of the cliff after exiting the forest. The burning town terrified him, he wanted to run back into the forest, but he knew whoever was down there needed help. So at the top of the cliff he let loose a healing melody, hoping it would help. The music overtook the sounds of chaos as the notes fell upon those suffering below. The wounds of the soldier slightly fade away from Herb’s troopmate’s side. The pain becoming bearable and the man calming down. Herb bandaged him up and someone else carried him to safety. Herb told them to go on without him as he looked up at the cliff. Wherever that music came from, he is grateful. But they first really met in Herb’s garden hehe

What was their first impression of each other? Herb: The melody is enchanting. Tranquil and yet melancholic. There is a literal goddess in my garden. I don’ know what to do, but I should say hello, I think? Clover: He looks...so familiar...

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together? The bar squad just gave each other look everytime they see Herb and Clover hanging out. Like, “Are they dating because they should???” After observation from Milennial Tree and Wind archer, they think Herb is the perfect suit to watch over their little Clover.

Who felt romantic feelings first? Herb felt them first. Almost immediate love at first sight. He immediately wanted to see Clover again and invited him to come to his garden every morning. Just the two of them every morning in a place only for them. The thought of this made him so embarrassed and giddy. Clover also smelled like grass, so even if he wasn’t in his garden, his “safespace,” just being by Clover made him feel at home. Clover still had lingering feelings for Shamrock when he spent time with Herb. Only after did it grow out of that and went for just falling for Herb himself.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings? Clover tried to resist only because he didn’t want to fall for Herb because he reminded him of Shamrock. He didn’t want to do that to him. But when he realized that he was in fact just falling for Herb because he’s Herb did he let it happen.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think? Herb: It does feel like fate to see you again. Clover: I don’t want to keep thinking back to him, but if reincarnation is real...No...No I shouldn’t think like that.

What would their lives be like if they had never met? Herb would be lonely all by himself in his little garden. Clover would still be traveling with nowhere else to return home to.

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go? It just happened naturally. Slowly getting closer. Spending every morning together, turned into afternoon, and into nights, and just spending every waking moment together. They didn’t even need to say anything or ask each other out, they just knew how comfortable it was to be with each other that they wanted to stay that way.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like? The first time it felt like an actual date was when Clover invited Herb to a little private concert in the woods. Herb offered to bring picnic supplies. They walked through the forest until they could find a nice spot to settle on. They crossed over a stream on a fallen tree. Clover slipped on the moss and fell to the side but Herb jumped to catch him. Waded through the ankle deep water so fast to make sure Clover didn’t get wet, because “walking around in a soggy skirt seems uncomfortable.” Herb was holding Clover in his arms and Clover just looked at him. Thinking. Admiring. Clover wrapped his arms around Herb’s neck and stayed there. They both “soaked”  in the moment before Herb stood Clover back on the log. Clover didn’t let go of his hand. Herb was his support for the rest of the tree. But even after they were past the stream, they didn’t let go of each other’s hands.

What was their first kiss like? It felt right. All the days leading up to it felt like they could have kissed just right there. They greeted each other the same each morning. Clover groggily walked into the garden and gave Herb’s apron a tug. Herb turned to Clover with a smile. He just had to lean in naturally and it was done. They held it for a few seconds. Herb pulled away then it struck what he just did. “Clover, I’m so sorry! That came out of nowhere. I should’ve asked or s-something.” Clover looked at him still processing what had happened, then his face turned pink. They both just stood there embarrassed before Clover asked for another.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)? They were each other’s first relationship. Clover has been in love many times before but was always afraid to make it official knowing he would outlive them. Herb isn’t the social type, it was actually Sparkling that approached him and forced him into familiarity. But Herb never went out of his way to get to know someone enough to start dating.

What’s their height difference? Age difference? Clover’s at the perfect height to peek over Herb’s shoulder. Clover ages slowly, so a 100 years it he equivalent of a human year of growth. So clover started slowly aging after 18 years, now he’s 700+ years thus making his body 25 years old. Herb is 26 hehoo.

What’s their relationship with each other’s families? Clover’s family is lost to time. He doesn’t know who his real parents are and his adoptive parents died centuries ago. Herb admires Milennial Tree and he’s friendly with Wind Archer. Clover is also familiar with Sea Fairy through Milennial Tree.

Who takes the lead in social situations? Herb is usually one who tries to blend in with the background and slip away from social situations, yet he’s very approachable. He uses Clover to mellow out social situations, and Clover is very talkative and friendly. So by having Clover there, Herb can direct everyone’s attention away from him and onto Clover.

Who gets jealous easier? Clover likes all of Herb’s friends, but Herb does get a bit jealous when he sees Clover hanging out with them. He’s keeping his eye on Mint Choco even though he knows Mint Choco and Cocoa are dating. Irrational Jealousy.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear? Clover’s got good ears so Herb would whisper so quietly that no one but Clover can actally hear him even if it’s not directly in his ear. So Clover is the one who would tend to whisper in Herb’s ear. However, since Clover’s ears are so sensitive, Herb whispering in them would tickle. Herb would use that to his advantage sometimes. He isn’t one to dirty talk, but when they do get uhhh dirty, he loves to see Clover shudder when he brushes his lips against his ear and breathe compliments to him.

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first? Clover would say I love you in ways without using those words, through poems, music, gestures, and actions. So Herb would say “I love you” first but Clover said it first.

What are their primary love languages? Hugs! Clover likes to sit in Herb’s lap and Herb would rub his head.

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines? Clover is more poetic so he wouldn’t use cheesy pick up lines. Herb would research some bad ones and tell them to Clover, though. Just to make him laugh.

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA? All the time. As often as they could. Whenever they’re in the vicinity of each other.

Who initiates kisses? Clover! He looks up at Herb with pleading eyes that Herb knows to bend over and give him a peck on the lips. And Clover would sometimes just wrap his arms around Herb’s neck to hold him there a bit longer.

Who’s the big and little spoon? Clover’s the little spoon. He loves being surrounded in Herb. Herb just holds little plants so often, of course he’d keep Clover in his arms.

What are their favorite things to do together? Gardening, of course.

Who’s better at comforting the other? Clover has more comforting words to offer, but Herb’s hugs are just what Clover needs to feel safe.

Who’s more protective? Herb! It’s his instinct to protect the smaller things. Like plants, animals, Clover.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection? Despite all the words they can say to each other, physical touch speaks real volumes. Just laying together is a whole romance novel.

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise? https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLzQcU45t2mctSxvM0JpOG3UCzxQVMAGsB

What kind of nicknames do they call each other? Honey...because Bees. *badumtss*

Who remembers the little things? Clover never forgets.

DOMESTIC LIFE

If they get married, who proposes? Herb would. He would make the ring himself in the Jewelry shop. The proposal wouldn’t be flashy even. It would happen where they have always been. Alone in Herb’s garden. Clover sitting on his stool strumming his lute and Herb would walk over and kneel down. Take Clover’s hand into his and say “I have something to give you--” and he’d open the ring. “--the rest of my life.” (Adding context to the answer, they’ve talked about it before how Clover would outlive him and Herb feeling insecure about being just a chapter in Clover’s life. Shamrock being the prologue pssh. But Herb was just like “I would love you for the rest of my life. I just hope I become more than just a story you tell.”)

What’s the wedding like? Who attends? The wedding would be in the forest! Mystical and Magical. All the animals would be invited and everyone in the kingdom. Sparkling, of course running the bar. Mint Choco and Clover would have a little performance. Gingerbrave gets to be the ring bearer! Milennial Tree never gets tired of weddings so he’s crying. Wind Archer is the priest just because. It’s like a Disney movie or some shit.

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like? No kids, only plants and funny woodland critters that visit. Although, Cookiesnap requires their combined attention.

Do they have any pets? Cookiesnap?

Who’s the stricter parent? Herb! Gotta make sure Cookiesnap doesn’t eat any of the other cookies. Clover would usually just play with Cookiesnap.

Who worries the most? Herb! Clover can be a bit airheaded and wander around into danger. But also, since Clover is sickly, Herb has to carry him around.

Who kills the bugs in the house? No kill, just relocate.

How do they celebrate holidays? They always go out and travel. Always away but still together.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning? Clover! Herb is a very early bird. Herb would wake up and see Clover cozily lying on his chest, head burried in his neck. Herb would kiss his forehead and try to go back to sleep. But he would just lay there and relish in the moment.

Who’s the better cook? Herb, even though they both fucking eat dirt, Herb has more experience cooking with actual ingredients.

Who likes to dance? Both! Although, it’s hard to dance together when one of them is playing the music. So when Clover is playing music, Herb dances with the flowers, but when they dance together, Clover sings as Herb hums.

#words #cookie run #sorry people who follow the cookie run tag #you know what im just sorry for everyone ever to look at this but i wanted to share anyway gfhjkl #i need to sleep now wuhhhh #but gotta get my kingdom rewards fuuckk

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Band of Brothers-

Cute/charming things they say when they walk into a room and see you/you walk into a room and they see you:

Babe: 

“oh SHIIIIIT! There’s my BABY! Do you see her, fellas? GodDAMN, I’m a lucky sonofabitch!” 

(you blush so hard and are just like Babe, we’re at work stahp it but he dgaf).

It’s embarrassing and always makes Martin glare so imploringly at you that you’ll go over to Babe just to make him be quiet. Because, you know, YOU’RE AT WORK. 

This bitch is shameless when it comes to loving on you, having once come to stand next to you when Sink was giving an important announcement and straight-up PINCHED. YOUR. ASS. 

how you didn’t yelp is a miracle, and how no one else seemed to notice was equally astounding 

(oh, the boys noticed. They kinda shipped it tho, so it was more a matter of hiding their joy). 

Needless to say, it only happened the once, something you made Babe swear after you pulled him aside and punched him in the arm. 

Don’t worry, you kissed it better.

Roe: 

bb boy doesn’t say anything at first, 

the smile he saves just for you is playing at his lips as you walk up to meet him, tho.

The moment you’re close enough that he can smell the  sweet mint of your gum, he’ll whisper something sweet like “hey you” or “mon amor”, or maybe just your name 

(bc let’s be honest, his accent is 10 out of 10 and he could read me the dictionary and I’d still rock an ugly giggle/snort combo). 

If it’s a more serious situation, like if you’re hurt oh lordy

he will literally shout your name until either you shout back or someone tells him where you are. 

I could see him being a face holder, in the sense that he does it to reassure himself that you’re okay and make sure he has your undivided attention. 

Since getting injured in Carentan, you hadn’t been as close to the frontlines as you had been, so when you were needed you are REALLY NEEDED, 

and even if he didn’t like it Gene knew you were the best at what you did. 

Gene also feels better if he knows where you are.

 Even when you eventually return to Easy, he will feel better knowing which Foxhole you’re in, and knowing he’s seen to it your first aid kit was fully stocked.

Liebgott: 

THAT FUCKER’S SMIRKING AT YOU SO OPENLY that whoever he had been talking to instantly goes 

*sigh* y/n’s just came in, didn’t she? 

And he won’t even ANSWER because he’s already shoving past them to walk up and eye you with obvious satisfaction. 

“Bout time you showed up,” he’d say casually, hands finding your hips giving them a quick squeeze. 

“Sooner we get briefed, sooner we can get outta here.” 

(You’re not fully sure what ‘getting outta here’ entails, but if the way he looked at you was any indication, you had a feeling it didn’t involve anything less than PG-13 sexy times.)

Bull: 

“Hey, little lady.”

He’ll say it no matter how tall or short you are, how wide or how narrow.

He will always say it to you that when you first see each other in the morning 

(sometimes, you wake up to Hey, little lady being kissed into the soft skin behind your ear.) 

(Once while on a 48 hour pass, he’d woken you up that way in a REAL bed and the two of you had nearly gotten him sent up Curahee for being late coming back because you’d ended up spending more time in that bed than either of you anticipated Whoops)

(Even if he had been late, he definitely wouldnt have minded, tbh. He fully considered going AWOL if it mean neither of you had to leave the bed)

but throughout the day he’s more concerned about getting his hands on some part of you whenever the two of you had been apart- 

even if it was for like five minutes. 

Nothing over the top- holding his arm up and out so you can step into his side, a press of his lips to your temple. 

Idk guys i just feel like he’d just love you so much that everyone would be able to see, which they do and they all think it’s fucking cute

Buck: 

He doesn’t always call out when he sees you, mostly because your eyes always seem to find his. 

The two of you could be across a field from one another with a thousand angry Germans between you, guns blazing, and the two of you would always spot each other like two honing beacons. 

If its downtime and you guys don’t have to be on your guard he’ll ABSOLUTELY wolf whistle in at you, 

You’ll see a stupid grin lighting up his face as he nods in your direction. 

“Take a look, boys. I think we’ve got ourselves a…” 

and he always waits until you’re close enough that he can wrap a quick arm around your waist and pat your hip. 

“Certified babe-asaurus!” 

(in a foxhole somewhere, a wild Babe’s head pokes up in confusion). 

You groan and boo him, and whoever he was with inevitably ends up booing him too.

But he doesn’t care because seeing you smile makes him so happy you guys.

Lipton: 

If you’re in public, he will quietly step up beside you and place his hand gently between your shoulder blades.

He’s not super into PDA, which you didn’t mind because what he didn’t show in physical touch he more than made up for in open admiration. 

He is in awe of you 

sometimes he worries you forget how highly he thinks of you, how highly everybody thinks of you 

(you don’t forget, but he’s just one of those people who will get intrusive thoughts like that and sometimes has a hard time shaking them so plz just let him say it ok?)

so he always whispers some praise with his greeting 

(Hey, beautiful...Doin’ okay, love?...What’re you thinking, brilliant girl?). 

It’d probably seem like overkill if anyone else did it but Carwood is just so goddamn sincere that you can’t help but duck a quick kiss to his shoulder. 

HOWEVER! 

If you two kids are alone….

OH BOI. 

He is handsy, coming up and caging you with his arms, 

probably pulling you close quickly so you lose your balance and he can hold you a lil bit.

(He likes to sweep you off your feet im so sorry)

 That’s when his praises are hushed and sighed between long slow kisses. 

Nixon: 

Like Liebgott, he’s a snarky motherfucker who will get the most self-satisfied grin on his face the moment he sees you, instantly turning on the famous Lewis Nixon charm ( something he’d long since decided belonged to you and you alone.)

“Uh oh,” he’d say, looking you up and down before raising an eyebrow.

(bc your hot but also he doesn’t want to get all flirty if you’re hurt or sick or something’s up bc ur not just something to flirt with- YOU ARE A BADASS WITH BADASS RESPONSIBILITIES AND THAT WAS SOMETHING HE very often and sometimes FOUND SO HOT THAT IT MADE HIM THINK HE MAY HAVE AN AUTHORITY FETISH this has been a PSA) 

“Here comes trouble.”

you roll your eyes, the behavior you once found cocky and arrogant having becoming endearing somewhere between Toccoa and England. 

He has absolutely no qualms about PDA (verbal or physical), so it’s up to you to reign him in 

(especially if he’s a lil tipsy, poor Luz didn’t need to hear Lewis’s sloppy and shameless plea for you to let him eat you out on top of piano he’d found in the attic of the billet he’d been assigned. You weren’t able to look at George for a week without wanting to die of embarrassment and Lewis Nixon didn’t get any for two weeks. He was sure to never make such a mistake ever again) 

And Dick had probably grown blind to how Lewis liked to pull you his lap and run his hands up and down your thighs while you played with his hair. 

Also, like Lipton, he probably saves the more explicit acts of PDA for when the company has scheduled downtime 

(but only bc you told him he needed to keep it in his pants any other time he tried to get cute with you)

but you can bet your ass his hand will always try to tap it (your ass, that is.)at least once

a day when he isn’t supposed to.

That’s when you get to punish him whoopsies

Dick: 

since the day you were introduced to Dick in Georgia, the boy always made sure to stand when you entered a room and will call you “ma’am”,

(you know, LIKE HE DOES ONLY BECAUSE HE HAS TO FOR SOBEL BC RANKS. I feel like he has a “we salute the woman, not the rank” speech queued up for anyone who tried to give him shit for it BUT THAT’s JUST ME)

but he has a knowing look in his eye that makes the term ‘ma’am’ feel anything but impersonal.

It confused the shit out of replacements, who would automatically stand because their superior officer (that would be Big Dick Winters) did- only to see you standing there in your fatigues with a coffee in each hand with a look of mutual confusion on your face. 

(bc while they like you, but they’re confused still bc while you’re a boss ass bitch,  you didn’t outrank him...or at least they theink you dont?) 

Babe had been the one to ask you about the longing looks and lingering glances, and when you didn’t know how to answer him you’d gone to Nixon, 

He’d burst into tearful laughter and was unable to get it together enough to explain anything.

Dick had been the one to bring it up the next time they were alone, weirdly enough, as she proofread his report for errors that didn’t exist. 

Because you warrant it, he’d said when pressed for a reason why he greeted her like a ranking officer, looking down at his boots as they both blushed like teenagers at a school dance. 

After that, he still stood wherever you walked in

but now he made a point to brush his fingers against yours at some point during the time you were together. 

He’s the definition of a slow burn friends-to-lovers story, and boi can get spicy LEMME TELL YOU.

(this is my first writing thing ever plz let a sister know if there are any glaring typos. Also i’m roughly 97 years late to fandom but I brought y’all some starbucks so plz let me in thank you)

#band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader #babe heffron x reader #eugene roe x reader #joe liebgott x reader #bull randleman x reader #carwood lipton x reader #lewis nixon x reader #dick winters x reader #hbo war x reader #it's vv bad but I'll just add it to the pile of already burning garbage pile that is my bibliography #buck compton x reader